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Hi!! I love your homicipher fics! Have you thought about writing nsfw hcs? Specifically for Mr. Crawling and Silvair? I hope your night / day is going well! :)

⊱ Mr. Crawling and Mr. Silvair ⊰ || NSFW Alphabet (A-Z) Headcanons

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Character(s): Mr. Crawling, Mr. Silvair (Homicipher/文字化化, Separate) Reader Type: Human (Gender-Neutral Pronouns, No Sex-Specific Genitalia is Mentioned but it was Written with an AFAB Reader in Mind) Warning(s): 18+ Content, Virgin Asexual Author, Cum Eating, Facials, Minor Objectification, Cuckoldry, Mutual Masturbation, Face-fucking, Sexual Fantasies, Tickling, Praise/Degradation Kink, Breeding Kink/Creampies, BDSM, Overstimulation, Orgasm Control/Denial, Dumbification, Dacryphilia, Hair-pulling, Light Impact Play, Light Breathplay, Implied Cunnilingus/Blowjobs, Cock Warming, Mention/Discussion of Sex Toys… If I missed anything, please let me know! Genre: Headcanons, Smut (Minors Do Not Interact), Fluff Word Count: 7,200 words Request: “Hi!! I love your homicipher fics! Have you thought about writing nsfw hcs? Specifically for Mr. Crawling and Silvair? I hope your night / day is going well! :)” Author’s Note: I’m still very much working on getting better at writing spicier content, and I had no clue how to start writing these kinds of headcanons from scratch, so I went ahead and just filled out the NSFW Alphabet for both Mr. Crawling and Mr. Silvair as a jumping off point! It’s definitely interesting to think about how both of these characters would be in a sexually intimate setting, especially since – at least in my mind – they’d be quite different from each other in a variety of aspects even if they did have some overlap on a few of the points. I did my best to keep each of their headcanons at a similar word length (which was kind of hard to do with my Mr. Crawling bias, but I think I accomplished it haha). Anyway, I hope you enjoy these headcanons! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

👣: Mr. Crawling is immensely clingy after having sex, holding onto you and pretty much refusing to let go as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck or your hair. While he doesn’t want to get up from the bed or leave after the two of you have been intimate, if you’re hungry or thirsty or if you want to go take a bath, he’s happy to go fetch you something to restore your energy or help you to the bathroom to clean up. He’s quite good at aftercare, even if he doesn’t realize what he’s doing counts as it. Mr. Crawling just likes making you feel good, and he wants to keep you safe and happy! His favorite thing to do is help you bathe; he enjoys the way the warm water feels on his skin while he washes your back for you. 

💉: Mr. Silvair isn’t too affectionate after the two of you are intimate, but he’ll check up on you and ask if you need him to get you anything. If your wrists were rubbed raw from the restraints he had placed on you, he would make sure to carefully wrap gauze around your irritated skin. If you were thirsty or hungry, he would locate something safe for you to consume to get your strength back up. If you feel sticky or gross afterward, he’ll carefully wipe your body with a wet cloth to make sure you are clean and comfortable. He lets you sleep and typically goes about his own business. Sometimes, though, Mr. Silvair finds himself watching over you to make sure you’re breathing steadily, carefully combing his fingers through your hair. 

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

👣: Mr. Crawling doesn’t have a favorite part of your body since he honestly enjoys every aspect of you but, if he had to choose, he loves your hands. He knows that they can hurt people and cause a lot of pain, but he loves the way they feel when you cup his face to softly caress it or whenever you thread your fingers through his hair. For himself, Mr. Crawling loves his hair the most (I know it’s not technically a body part, but I think it makes the most sense for him); he pretty much melts whenever you play with it, and his head is quite sensitive, so he blue screens whenever you pull at his hair or rake your nails across his scalp. I also feel like Mr. Crawling would be proud of his arms since they’re fairly toned considering they’re his primary means of getting around. Because of his impressive strength, despite what his thinner frame may portray, he’s able to hold you up and move you around with relative ease (he 100% can manhandle you, but only will if you’re cool with it). 

💉: Mr. Silvair finds every aspect of your body fascinating, and he could probably explain why each part of you was interesting from a medical perspective or that everything was pleasant to look at in one way or another. If he had to pick a favorite part of your body, though, he would have to say it’s your head (I know, kind of weird, but he does appreciate your intelligence and, well… Ending 06 is my other piece of reasoning haha). Specifically, though, he likes your mouth. He enjoys being able to hold your head in place while your jaw hangs open, all while he just goes to town while you drool and choke around his cock. Don’t worry, though – he’ll find some remedy to lessen the soreness you feel in your throat afterward. For himself, he’s quite proud of his hands. Mr. Silvair is skilled at many things, and being able to make you come undone with his fingers alone makes him feel a sense of power (plus, you called them pretty once, and it made him feel good). 

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)

👣: Mr. Crawling gets extremely flustered whenever he sees his cum on any part of your body, from your hair to your face to your stomach. The sight of it alone on your skin makes his brain short-circuit and body flare up – it only makes him want to touch you even more. He likes being able to clean you up, too, leaning forward before he runs his tongue along your body or face, making sure there wasn’t a single drop of his cum left on you (even if now it meant you were covered in saliva…). He doesn’t mind tasting himself, but it most certainly doesn’t compare to your flavor. 

💉: I probably need to ask you to stay with me on this one, but I think Mr. Silvair would probably keep your cum stored away in a sample tube or something along those lines, having a desire to run tests on it to see what he could create. Views your cum as a valuable resource in his research...yay? Maybe he could even use your release to invent some kind of lubricant since that’s not easily accessible in the other world and make having sex much more streamlined… or he just keeps it around to show you later and see your reaction to the fact he keeps your cum stored away in his laboratory to tease you. 

D: Dirty Secret

👣: The thought of taking you in public, in a space where no one but you could see him, makes his mind race and his body feel like it was on fire – this man can act like a feral dog sometimes. I mean, even you sometimes forgot he was there, unable to see his form unless you concentrated hard enough, so imagine if the two of you went out somewhere in public and he (with your consent, of course), just started touching you? Groping your ass, his face between your legs as he runs his hands along your inner thighs… no one can see that it’s him making your face flush and not the excuse of a fever you told the concerned stranger in the hopes they would leave you alone. When you half-heartedly glare at him to try and get him to lay off for a bit, he just laughs at your expression… how rude!

💉: Mr. Silvar wouldn’t be opposed to having a threesome with another resident of the other world. After all, he would be curious to see how differently you acted when another person was there with the two of you, or if your body reacted in an unlikely way if another were to touch you. While I will not write NSFW for Mr. Chopped (the power dynamic there isn’t my favorite thing in the world), he would be the one Mr. Silvair would feel most at ease sharing you with; Mr. Crawling or Mr. Hood would be his second and third choices respectively since he knows how deeply you trust them. He might not even partake in sex either, just sitting off to the side while he lets another use you like a toy. As long as you know your his, though, he doesn’t mind watching you enjoy yourself with another (he has to be there, though). 

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

👣: Mr. Crawling has absolutely zero experience with this kind of stuff, so he would need someone willing to walk him through the whole process, show him what you like, and teach him what and what not to do. What he lacks in experience, though, he makes up for in pure enthusiasm. It’s quite flattering how determined he is when it comes to making you feel good, even if it’s a bit sloppy and unpracticed. His thrusts are extremely unpredictable, never quite finding their rhythm… It’s alright, though; he’ll definitely get better with more time and the more he gets to understand what your body likes. You just have to give him the time to improve, and he’ll be certain to leave you breathless. 

💉: Mr. Silvair also has no experience when it comes to sex, or at least not any while he’s resided in the other world. He is a life-long learner through and through, though, and there’s nothing in the universe he’s not willing to learn about, especially if it has to do with humans and their anatomy. His thrusts are frighteningly accurate, being able to hit your most sensitive inner spots with ease to have you begging him to give you a moment to breathe. He’s an almost terrifyingly fast learner, too, being able to apply whatever new information he’s observed and gathered within moments. He can do it perfectly, too, and he does it in a way that has you questioning whether he was telling the truth when he said this was his first time doing anything like this. 

F: Favorite Position

👣: When it comes to favorite positions, Mr. Crawling loves being able to hold you close to him while also being able to see your face (he has to kiss you during sex – sorry, I don’t make the rules). He enjoys the rocking horse position since it allows him to be able to hold you close while still being able to maintain eye contact with you and easily have access to cover your face in kisses. While he prefers being the one making you feel good, Mr. Crawling would also enjoy the cowgirl position. He’s happy to let you use him to your heart's content while being able to look up and soak in the pleased look that’s plastered across your features while you slam your hips up and down on his cock. 

💉: Mr. Silvair personally enjoys the butterfly position, having you lay on your back atop his operation table all while he can watch and take mental notes on every single facial expression you make and every single twitch of your muscles while he drives you absolutely insane. He would also enjoy missionary, but he would spice it up a little bit by having your hands or wrists tied to something. After all, he doesn’t want you to touch him unless he says you can – just lay there quietly while he completely wrecks you with that annoyingly calm expression on his face. It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy when you touch him, though. Mr. Silvair simply prefers being the one in charge and determining when and where you’re able to feel his skin beneath your hands. 

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)  

👣: Acts goofy most of the time during sex, even if he doesn’t mean to. He likes being able to make you happy, and he finds your laughter to be music to his ears. Sometimes you two will be having sex, and he’ll suddenly start giggling completely unprovoked, just finding the experience with you so joyful. Being with you in any capacity makes his chest feel light and fluttery as a sense of giddiness flows through his veins. He’ll wrap his arms around you and nuzzle into your neck, causing your body to spasm and tighten around him while his long hair drapes over you and tickles your skin. Overall, Mr. Crawling enjoys being more playful when the two of you are intimate since it adds to the overall experience for him. 

💉: Prefers to be serious while having sex. He treats the whole process of intercourse like one would treat a research project which, honestly, can make you feel a bit annoyed in some instances (Mr. Silvair still doesn’t quite understand why, though). He’s methodical in everything he does, and being light-hearted or purposefully humorous isn’t high on his list of things to do. He has no problem if you want to be silly, however. He finds it cute when you try to see if you can make him chuckle. It endears you to him more, and it makes him want to keep you around for even longer. The only goofy thing he does is gently run his fingers up and down your sides while thrusting into you, finding the way your body wriggles and writhes away from his touch to be adorable. 

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

👣: I think Mr. Crawling would have fairly long hair beneath the metaphorical belt. His pubic hair would be thick, curly, and a very dark shade of black. He doesn’t really keep himself groomed (kind of hard to do in his world, plus it was never a priority for him), but if you would prefer him to keep it trimmed, he’d be happy to! He doesn’t care one way or another. 

💉: Mr. Silvair comes off to me as someone who would enjoy keeping themselves groomed and their appearance well-maintained, and I mean every inch of his body. I think he would have either no pubic hair or pubic hair that was trimmed to be the perfect length. If he did have any hair below the belt, it would be a gray color, one that was a shade darker than his regular hair and wavy in texture. 

I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

👣: One of the more human-like members of the cast when it comes to his affections; he’s as romantic as a non-human being can be. Mr. Crawling loves holding you close as he ruts into you like a wild dog, whispering praises against your skin. He even tries his best to learn phrases in your language so he can tell you how much you mean to him without you having to try and decipher it. He’s always so, so soft with you when you two are having sex. He’s honored that you’d let him have you in such a way, and finds your trust in him heartwarming – he trusts you, too, with his entire heart and soul. 

💉: Mr. Silvair canonically doesn’t comprehend the concept of “liking” or loving someone, so that also translates into sex with him. All he knows is that he finds you entertaining to be around and that he’s somewhat endeared to you at this point. He’s not romantic but, in between teasing you and making you cry (whether it be in frustration or overstimulation), he’s checking in on you to make sure that you’re still comfortable. He knows sex can be invasive, and he’s aware of how much regard the act is held in by some people in your world, so he does his best to respect that... Even if he does need to check himself every now and again. 

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

👣 and 💉: Neither of them masturbates much because they simply don’t have a desire or time to do so. Mr. Crawling would rather wait for you to be there so you two can enjoy yourselves together, and Mr. Silvair simply has more important matters to attend to. That’s not to say they never masturbate, though, it’s just typically a rare occurrence. 

👣: Mr. Crawling typically masturbates by rutting up against something, like a pillow, rather than taking himself in his hand. His thoughts before meeting you were just focusing on the physical sensation of his cock sliding against the fabric of his clothing, but now he finds himself thinking of you – the way your voice sounds when you coo sweet words in his ear, the warmth of your body. Imagining your hands gently touching his chest and hips makes him cum right then and there, almost embarrassingly quickly… Yeah, he’s down bad. 

💉: Mr. Silvair treats masturbating as a chore. He’d much rather be doing something else than leaning against the wall of his operation room while his hand goes absolutely ham on his dick. He knows which areas on his body get the most reaction, so he purposefully presses all of his buttons just so he can be done with it quicker. This doesn’t change after meeting and getting to be intimate with you, though, he still sees it as a chore… Just now he imagines cumming on your face or inside you whenever he finally reaches his climax. 

K: Kink (one or more of their kinks)

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Mutual Masturbation: He likes spending time with you and doing things together, so why not spend some time watching each other explore yourselves? He likes observing you as you touch yourself, making mental notes of every spot on your body that have you biting your lip and furrowing your brows. While I wouldn’t say he’s into voyeurism since he does like being with you while you touch yourself instead of tucked away in the shadows just watching, he focuses more on the way your hands touch and caress your skin instead of focusing on the way he moves his hands across his body. Doesn’t last very long doing this, though, eventually pouncing on you and touching you himself.

Overstimulation (Giving): Mr. Crawling loves overstimulating you, even if he doesn’t realize he’s doing it half of the time. He just enjoys seeing you become a blabbering mess all because of him; he takes great pride in being able to make you feel good. However, the first time you started crying because he was simply giving you too much, he felt so guilty – the poor man was on the verge of tears thinking he made you feel bad. 

Praise Kink: While praising you is a bit more difficult considering the language barrier and the limited amount of words and phrases he has to choose from, he still loves doing it. Muttering against your skin how you’re doing such a good job, how he loves you so much, how you make him so happy. Mr. Crawling definitely makes sure to reassure you both inside and outside of the bedroom. 

Hair Pulling (Receiving): He loves, loves, loves it whenever you take his hair in your hand and give it a firm tug. Mr. Crawling enjoys it whenever he’s going down on you and you take his hair into your hands and push him even closer, making him become fully immersed in your scent and taste. 

Sensation Play: While Mr. Crawling may not enjoy more painful experiences, he does like general sensation play quite a bit. He likes the feeling of your breath fanning against his skin while you pepper his flesh with gentle kisses and nips. He enjoys tickling you while his hips sensually thrust in and out, feeling the way you squeeze around him as breathless and airy giggles escape past your lips. He loves whispering into your ear while running his tongue along it before taking your lobe between his teeth and lightly tugging.  

💉: 

Breeding Kink/Creampie: Mr. Silvair, after learning more about human reproduction, has a deep-seated curiosity regarding whether or not the two of you would be able to have offspring. That’s kind of what starts this particular kink for him – he wants to know if you both are sexually compatible in that aspect, and he is curious what the resulting child would look and act like if they were born in the other world. If you’re unable to give birth or get pregnant, even if his initial interest in breeding is certainly from a more scientific aspect, he still finds the image of you full of his seed while it drips down the curve of your ass to be quite arousing. 

Bondage/Shibari (Giving): He enjoys tying you up and pinning you down, being able to have full control over you in the bedroom. He’s perfectly content if you agree to light bondage, like having your hands restrained, and would never ask you to do anything more than that. However, if you trust him enough and feel comfortable doing some more intense bondage, he’s not going to complain. Would definitely be interested in the art of shibari, finding the way the rope looks pressing into your skin tantalizing. 

Orgasm Control/Denial (Giving): Another kink that feeds into his desire for control. Mr. Silvair enjoys being the one in charge of your release, and he likes seeing how far he can push you until you finally break and plead for him to let you cum. He loves seeing how stupid and desperate he can make you, sometimes with just his fingers alone. 

Overstimulation (Giving): Much like orgasm control/denial, he likes pushing you to your breaking point. However, unlike the previous bullet, he likes seeing how much stimulation you can take until you’re crying for him to stop. He thinks it’s fascinating, seeing how quickly your desire for his touch can change – one moment you’re begging for him to touch you, and the next you’re weakly pushing his hand away. He does eventually relent, of course, but only after letting you cry for a bit. 

Dacryphilia: There’s something about seeing your tear-streaked face that makes it feel like he’s just been hit with an arrow in his chest. It’s endearing and oh-so cute the way you look while you sob all because he’s making you feel that good. It makes him feel proud, in a way, seeing you in such a pathetic state all because of him. 

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

👣: He enjoys having sex with you on a bed (boring, I know), but he likes the softness of the mattress and the many pillows and blankets that can be used to bring even more comfort by keeping the heat from your bodies trapped. He also likes taking you in small, enclosed spaces, like an empty locker or cabinet (sorry folks with claustrophobia). Much like the reasoning with the bed, he likes how the smaller space forces you both to be immensely close to each other. Plus, these spaces bring him comfort, so why not mix the two things that make him feel safe together? 

💉: Either in his laboratory/operation room or in one of the many different cages or prison cells that he has access to (bonus points if you allow him to chain you up hehe). Mr. Silvair doesn’t need a soft mattress or pillows to enjoy sex with you. He’s fine taking you on his operation table or the cold concrete floor of the small prison cell, even if your back moving up and down across the ground rubs your skin raw. He’ll patch you up after, no worries, but he doesn’t need a lot of bells and whistles to have an enjoyable time. 

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

👣: Sweet words and gentle touches. The other world is one full of violence and death, one where survival trumps all else. While there are entities like him who only resort to violence when either their safety or the safety of someone they’re fond of is in danger, it’s still not a happy or bright place to exist. Mr. Crawling does what he can to enjoy life, laughing in situations that probably aren’t even that funny just to try and make existing more enjoyable. Then you come along and make him feel cared for – loved – and safe, and he’s never been happier. Being able to lay with you, to feel you clench around his cock with your warmth while you pepper kisses across his face and let him know how good he is… Yeah, this is the life. 

💉: Power and control. He enjoys being able to restrict your movement, being able to dictate when and where you’re allowed to cum and, if you disobey him, he’ll punish you with a sadistic smile on his face. However, he would be lying if he said that was all. Mr. Silvair thinks the fact you trust him with your safety – your life, your heart, your existence – gets him going, whether he realizes it or not. Trusting another in the other world showcases how much two people believe in the fact the other would not do anything to purposefully harm them, and you feel that way toward him (and he feels the same toward you). Whenever you call out his “name,” the one you had given him, he finds his hips unconsciously moving even faster at the sound...

N: No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

👣: Anything involving pain would be a hard no for Mr. Crawling, both giving and receiving. Even though his senses are dull and what would be extremely painful for a human wouldn’t be for him, he still doesn’t particularly enjoy being harmed. When it comes to hurting you in any way, that’s pretty much something he will never concede on. He doesn’t want to do a single thing to hurt you, even if it’s an enjoyable kind of pain. 

💉: Pretty much nothing is off the table for him – Mr. Silvair enjoys experimenting, and that’s no different for him in the bedroom. The only extremely hard no would be coprophilia since he just doesn’t see the appeal nor does he want to test to see if he would like it or not. I also feel like he wouldn’t necessarily want a bratty partner or a partner who is constantly trying to take control back in the bedroom. 

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

👣: Loves giving oral 101%, and he will give it to you anywhere – in public, in private, while you’re sleeping (with your consent, of course). Mr. Crawling adores having his mouth on you, being able to taste every single part of you while his tongue forces its way inside you, feeling your release dripping past his lips or dribbling down his chin… You taste good, too, better than anything he’s ever had before; he might get addicted to it, to be honest. He eats you out/blows you like a man starving, wanting a chance to have a taste and make you cry out his name while you pull harshly on his black locks and encourage him to keep going. He’s very enthusiastic about it, too, putting in so much effort and energy to get you cumming on his face or in his mouth. 

💉: Prefers giving oral over receiving it, but it’s not his favorite thing to do either way. It’s nothing personal, he just prefers using his hands, his cock, or a toy to get you off rather than his mouth. If he does allow you to give him a blowjob, he’ll place a collar around your neck and pull on the chain if you get cheeky – after all, he’s the one in charge here. Mr. Silvair enjoys making you kneel in front of him, watching you with a small smile as you take him into your hands and pump once or twice before taking him into your mouth. If the rare occurrence happens when he gives you head, you better thank the universe. He looks so hot, holding your thighs apart while he slowly runs his tongue along your length/slit and teases you until you’re asking him to touch you more. 

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)  

👣: Enjoys the slower and sensual side of things, but he typically can’t control himself as soon as he’s inside of you, so he ends up being somewhat fast and rough (not all the time, though... his thrusts remain immensely unpredictable no matter what, and he never seems to find a good rhythm to follow). Mr. Crawling enjoys the intimacy of sex, and he finds comfort in the closeness of your bodies while you two are connected at the hips. He loves being able to hold your hands and place kisses across your cheeks. Sometimes, he’s so caught up in the act of showering you with words of praise and sweet displays of affection that he forgets the fact he’s currently inside you and is supposed to be moving. He does see the appeal of rougher sex, though – it makes him feel almost animalistic whenever you two decide to set the pace for the night. 

💉: Mr. Silvair can quickly switch between the two, sometimes almost at a break-neck speed, to the point it feels like you got whiplash from the sudden change of deep and slow thrusts to fast and somehow even deeper ones (he’s very precise when it comes to hitting those sweet spots inside of you – it’s actually kind of terrifying how quickly he can locate them). He pretty much does whatever he thinks will get the most reaction out of your body and acts accordingly – nothing more, nothing less. He tends to prefer rougher and faster sex, enjoying the noises the quick snap of his hips can draw out of your mouth. However, sometimes, he finds himself preferring a slower and softer pace. This way, he’s able to focus on and truly soak in the expression on your face and appreciate the way your body feels under his palms (this sometimes just leads to you cock warming him). 

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)  

👣: Mr. Crawling is down for anything at any time. Pretty much, if you ask him to have sex, he’ll happily do it for you. Need him to eat you out or give you a blowjob, he’ll gladly oblige! After all, he is always pretty much kneeling, so he’s not being made to go out of his way to do it (even if he would go out of his way to please you). Want something more than just his tongue? That’s perfectly fine, too! There’s a private room over there he’ll gladly take you in, or maybe you’d want to try doing it in the empty locker? He’ll try not to take too long, but it’s hard since he loves being able to enjoy you to the fullest. So, Mr. Crawling can do quickies for sure, but he likes being able to take his time with you.  

💉: While he’s not opposed to quickies, he prefers being able to have proper sex with you to get the most out of it. After all, he can’t exactly see how long it takes for you to break or how much time it takes for you to start crying and babbling if you only have a few minutes to enjoy one another. However, he does make it a little challenge for himself to see how quickly he can get you to climax. Mr. Silvair will even make educated guesses on how fast you’ll finish just by making note of your current expression, body language, etc. He likes seeing how flustered you get if you think someone is going to enter the room the two of you are in, begging him to go faster which only makes him want to slow down – how mean! 

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)  

👣: Mr. Crawling is down to experiment but, as stated before, he doesn’t want to try anything that causes him or you harm, even if pain is something you enjoy. He just has no desire to hurt you in any way, something which is quite different from other members of the cast who are definitely more sadistic (cough, Mr. Silvair and Mr. Machete, cough). I feel like he would be down to partake in certain aspects of BDSM, specifically B/D (bondage and discipline) and D/S (dominance and submission). He just wants to have a good time and be close to you, both physically and emotionally. 

💉: 100% down to experiment with anything (except the previously mentioned coprophilia). If you wanted to try some breathplay or impact play or even blood play, he’d be down for it. I honestly think he would enjoy breathplay since it adds more to the differential in power that he enjoys so much (there’s also a stirring in his chest when he sees how much you trust him with your life, but shhh…). Mr. Silvair is a man hungry for information and new experiences, so yes, he’s willing to try a variety of different things even if they could potentially be dangerous – he’ll always make sure you return to your original form. 

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

👣 and 💉: Both of them are inhuman, which means that neither of them need any food, water, or rest to survive. Honestly, the two of them have unlimited amounts of stamina, and they can go for as long as you need them to (which could be two rounds or even eight – nothing is holding them back in the stamina department). 

T: Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

👣 and 💉: Neither of them owns any toys because, well… you can’t access them easily in the other world. If they do end up there, though, they’re probably dirty or damaged beyond repair (please do not use nasty sex toys, people – infections and diseases are no joke). 

👣: Mr. Crawling would be down to use toys on you! After all, why not? It’ll just make the experience more fun, right? You’ll probably have to explain what he’s supposed to do with them, though, since he���s not quite sure what some of them are for. If you want to use toys on him, he’s completely fine with that! Want to wear a strap and give him backshots? Go right ahead! Want to tape vibrators to him until he’s whining and writhing? He’d be happy to oblige! Overall, he’s pretty chill about it and is somewhat enthusiastic about adding toys into your sex life. 

💉: Mr. Silvair enjoys using sex toys on you, some of his favorites being cock rings/chastity belts, strangely-shaped dildos, and vibrators. He loves being able to secure the variety of different vibrators he owns to your body, making sure to cover every erogenous zone he’s noted. He doesn’t typically want toys used on him (but he’d probably try out a variety of different sex toys on himself after a while, though, curious about how each of them felt or what they did), however, and the only one he’d be willing to use consistently would be fleshlights. He’d make you watch him use it, never once allowing you to use them on him. 

U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)

👣: Mr. Crawling is very fair, and he always makes sure to give you exactly what you want in the bedroom. However, that’s not to say he never teases you, he just doesn’t do it very frequently. Sometimes when he’s going down on you, he’ll pause his minstrations to nip at or kiss the fat of your thighs, keeping your hips held down so you can’t buck up against his mouth. When you start getting antsy, he just giggles at your expression before returning his attention to that oh-so-needy part of you. 

💉: If the word unfair was personified, it would be Mr. Silvair. I’d argue teasing you and making you cry – either because you can’t cum or have cum ten times in a row – are the aspects of sex that he enjoys the most. Edging you is one of his favorite things, though, watching you whine and try to move your hips on your own when he stops moving… bad move, though, because now he’s just going to make you wait even longer for release. 

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

👣: He’s not loud, per se, but he does make quite a variety of different noises whenever the two of you are intimate. He whimpers and whines frequently while you’re having sex – they’re barely audible, high-pitched, and come out sounding as though he’s completely out of breath. Sometimes you wonder if he’s in pain with the noises he makes, but he’s not. He just really enjoys being able to feel you like this as he pants like a dog in heat. 

💉: Completely quiet most of the time. Really, the only noises you’ll probably get out of him are barely audible sighs or the sound of his breathing hitching when he feels you stretch/tighten around him. It’s not that Mr. Silvair doesn’t enjoy having sex with you, he just doesn’t express that feeling verbally. You can tell in the way his hand squeezes the fat of your thigh or the way his hips stutter when he moves in and out that he’s having a good time. 

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)

👣: Mr. Crawling loves taking showers or baths with you, though he leans more towards baths since it’s less painful on his joints (I headcanon that Mr. Crawling can stand, but walking for extended periods of time is painful for him – ambulatory wheelchair user Mr. Crawling when?). While yes, he can technically sit in the shower, having water spray his face isn’t exactly pleasant… He doesn’t view bathing with you as sexual, he just finds it relaxing as he helps you wash your back or you help him make sure all the soap is out of his hair. His favorite scent would have to be lavender – it’s very calming for him. 

💉: He keeps a journal tucked away full of terms and gestures from your world. Mr. Silvair has a deep desire to understand humans and everything they have to offer, even if he believes it's from a stance of craving knowledge (really, he wants to be able to express his endearment of you in a manner you can understand). He has a page on kissing and different kinds of kisses, a page on gestures of endearment, another on hugging and cuddling… The fact that humans’ bodies release a hormone whenever they simply spend time to bond with another socially, a hormone that turns the dial on their brain for whatever emotion they’re currently experiencing, is fascinating to him. 

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

👣: Mr. Crawling is tall – and I mean extremely tall whenever he stands up (my man has got to at least be seven feet), so I can assume that he’s probably relatively proportionate under the belt. I feel like he would be big, almost concerningly so, clocking in at around 8 inches in length. Even though his size is impressive, his dick doesn’t have much girth to it and is on the thinner side, but it is thicker towards the base compared to the head (not that you can take all of him – you can certainly give it a try, though). It’s on the veinier side, too, with a very distinct and present one on the underside of his cock. 

💉: Much like pretty much the entire cast, Mr. Silvair is also on the taller half of the height spectrum. However, I feel as though he would have a more modest, yet of course still impressive dick size. I imagine him to be 6 ½ inches in length and relatively thick from the base to the head with very little change in girth. Whenever you see his cock, you’re kind of awestruck for a moment because how can a man have such a nice-looking dick?? It doesn’t make sense! There’s barely any hair, there’s no visible veins or bumps, and it’s long and thick enough to drive you wild… Plus, it’s just really nice to look at, honestly. 

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

👣 and 💉: Okay, so I know others probably will not agree with me here… but I honestly don’t think anyone in the cast has much of a sex drive, let alone a high one. I mean, they’re not human, so their cultural/social norms are different than ours, and I wouldn’t hold them to “typical” human desires on a biological/psychological level either. As I said before, I doubt any of them have been laid because sex just isn’t something the residents in the other world partake in – they’re too busy killing/fighting others, eating humans who find themselves lost in the other world, etc. Is this my asexual and world-building brain working? Probably haha. 

👣: Mr. Crawling really only wants sex whenever you want it, but he’s always enthusiastic and does get aroused whenever you ask if he wants to be intimate. While he does love feeling the warmth around his dick whenever you’re clamping down on him, almost like you were hugging him and not wanting to let him go, he enjoys the emotional connection during the moment more than anything else. I headcanon him (and all of the cast, to some degree) as existing somewhere on the aroace-spectrum. For Mr. Crawling, I see him as being reciproromantic/sexual with an average libido – he gets riled up whenever you’re riled up, though there are times he does get horny without you needing to do or say anything.  

💉: Much like Mr. Crawling, Mr. Silvair will have sex if you ask him to – he’ll make you beg for it, though, so he’s not as nice as the former. He prefers the control/power he gets from having sex rather than the sole act of intercourse (not to say he doesn’t enjoy the feeling, though). Plus, he finds the activity interesting since he knows it’s something most humans partake in with one another for a variety of reasons, from procreation to recreation. If you ask him to have sex and he isn’t in the mood, he’ll just use his hands or some toys and play around with you until you’re satisfied. I headcanon Mr. Silvair as being quoiromantic and eegosexual with a low libido. 

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

👣: Mr. Crawling doesn’t need to sleep (you know… being non-human and all), but he’ll curl up next to you on the bed and hold your body close to his while pretending to sleep alongside you. It’s kind of adorable, the way his head is nuzzled under your neck while his legs and arms are wrapped around your body, holding you close to him like you were a bodypillow or large stuffed animal. While you sleep, though, he’ll eventually place his head against your chest, listening intently to the sound of your heartbeat and the feeling of your chest rising and falling with each breath. Moments like this, laying there with you in silence, make his mind wander to scenarios with you he’ll never be able to fully experience. 

💉: Does not rest often, finding it a waste of time that could be spent doing something else. He understands you need your sleep, though, so he lets you do it in peace after you both have had sex. Mr. Silvair always manages to somehow make sure you have enough pillows to keep you comfortable or blankets to keep you from getting cold (you can’t help but wonder where he finds clean linens in such a grimy place…). Occasionally, however, he finds himself sitting next to you on the bed, fingers absentmindedly combing through your hair before he pulls his hand back as though you had burnt him – he doesn’t understand it, and he’s desperate to figure out an answer. 

[chikaras-garden]

Demonhead Damian when his lovely sugar baby is angry and giving him the silent treatment, how does this possessive man handle this?

Hot anger flares in your chest as you stride through the halls, and every assassin in your path knows not to get in your way. When you look like that—powers sparking, eyes alight—everyone knows that it’s more dangerous to cross you than to feign ignorance when the Demon Head inevitably questions them. 

The guards avert their eyes when you burst into Damian’s chamber and accuse, “You dismissed my maid!”

As he sits behind his desk, his eyes slowly rise to meet yours. Then, his eyebrow quirks—just a little. “Removing one of your friends? That is all it took to convince you to speak to me again? To think I had considered having her killed.”

“I am still angry with you,” you point out, inclining your chin in the face of his blatant nonchalance. He’s not afraid of you? Good. You’re not afraid of him, either.

He tilts his head, corners of his mouth twitching. “Come to me, princess.”

You scoff. “Hire my maid back.”

A beat of silence passes, and then he lets out a long-suffering sigh. “Very well. But I do expect you back in my bed this evening; sleeping alone is…”

This time, he’s the one to wrinkle his nose.

“…inadequate.”

[jesuistrestriste]

i absolutely adore your pastor’s son art but..hear me out…pastors son patrick 😈 but unlike art he is lowkey sacrilegious and not as hard to drag into sin like art

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♱ pastor’s son!patrick zweig x reader

cw (18+) : switch!patrick, switch!reader, mild corruption kink, mutual masturbation, giving each other a hand, general filth and dirty talk

patrick’s a good boy.

a true believer; he’s someone who idolizes his father, the only pastor in his small town, and does everything he can to remain physically and emotionally devout. doing bible studies alone in his bedroom, attending every service that’s held, upholding the religious teachings that have been woven into his very soul from a young age.

but.. that’s not to say that temptation is easy for him to push down and pray away.

temptation is more like a toxic friend that mumbles dirty little nothings into his ear when all he wants to do is avoid the draw of engaging in sin. it thumbs the waistband of his underwear when it’s late at night and he can’t stop thinking about the curves of people’s bodies. it licks warmly at his lower stomach when he catches you sparing him a glance on your way out the tall church doors. and god, your lips.. oh, your lips..

temptation is more like a sick, twisted, toothy monster that clings to his back and digs its claws into his flesh. bleeds him out from the puncture wounds, letting the filth leave his body and become realized. it’s impossible to ignore. it gets him into trouble.

you’re mostly to blame though. this time, at least.

you had chatted him up after a particularly stirring sermon, when everyone had already left, and then relished in the flush of his cheeks that had been so deep in color it almost hid his freckles completely. you’d touched his arm and smiled all sweet, your poison seeping into his frame from your fingertips. he tried to resist, he really did.

if temptation was a monster trying to fuse to his spine, it was certainly your henchman.

now you’re sitting beside him in an empty pew in the empty building. heads turned toward one another as shared, heavy, stuttered breathing echoes out into the spacious church. despite it being a peaceful place, it’s beginning to smell of nothing but sticky immorality. it’s easy to pick up on the scent of sweat from warm bodies and faint musk from the fluids involuntarily spilling forth.

his hand is shoved down into his unzipped jeans and past the elastic of his boxers, pumping himself shakily as he watches you play with yourself at the same time. your fingers rub quickly at the sensitive spot that makes you feel hot all over. patrick spares half a glance to your hand’s movements as you shift it underneath the shielding fabric, and lets out a soft, strangled sort of sound at the sight.

“does that feel good?” he breathes out, his voice breaking around a moan as he accidentally thumbs his tip. it’s already covered in his fluids. slimy and lewd.

you nod quickly, your brow pinched up and your legs trembling.

“y-yeah, feels really nice,” you murmur, “how does your cock feel?”

immediately, his legs kick out in front of him and he sinks a little in his seat—his stomach flipping pleasantly at the sound of that vile word slipping from your mouth. cock. he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and bites down hard to stop himself from saying something stupid like “please, say that again”.

this is the first time he’s ever seen someone else touching their body this way, let alone with him. this is all so new and thrilling and terrifying, but he can’t help but enjoy it—it’s ironically the closest he’s felt to salvation in a very long time. his hips feel floaty, his head is spinning, and his toes are curling in his shoes. he doesn’t quite remember how he let you talk him into this.

“.. aah, oh— it’s so good..” he shakes.

you swallow thickly and arch your pelvis into your circling fingers. you hump your touch, trying to get more friction. thrumming bursts of heat begin to burst in your lower stomach like fireworks..

patrick suddenly keens and cries out, pulling his wet palm from his bottoms in half of a second, like he just burned himself on a scorching stovetop. he pants raggedly and then looks to you with lidded, watercolor eyes. loose brown curls hang in front of his forehead as he parts his lips.

“i almost—..” he can’t finish the sentence, reaching his digits up to tug at his damp collar. it’s like god is actively punishing him by cooking him alive. he’s never felt quite so overheated. and he does feel guilty, more than he’s willing to admit to himself, but you’re all he can see right now. there’s no way he’s going to give this up. not a chance in hell.

he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing until he’s doing it. his clean hand reaching for your occupied wrist, guiding you out of your underwear and then down into his own. he gives you a pleading look, a desperate one, and then his jaw slacks when he feels you instantly wrap your touch around his throbbing length. how is it that you know exactly what to do? have you done this before? with who?

he tries not to get jealous. he’s in absolutely no position to feel that way.

all thoughts melt away anyways when you begin to stroke him. up, down, up, down, up, down; the squelching of your tightening hold on him only further igniting his forbidden arousal. it’s hypnotic, and holy fuck, it’s so much better than doing it himself.

everything feels so sensitive.

“please, just touch me,” he shudders out, looking deep into your eyes as he instinctively reaches out to find your body. his fingers inch down past the waistband of your panties to brush over the swollen bud hidden beneath. just the feeling of your soft, squishy flesh sends him careening towards the edge. he’s losing it quickly. almost embarrassingly so.

your knee knocks into his as you whine, spreading your legs farther apart to give him more access. your own release only a handful of agonizing moments away.

you’re both filling the place with sounds filthy enough to shatter the stained glass. the fragments that would come down in the wreckage to slice at your bodies would be less painful than this act of teetering on the precipice of something so primal and grotesque.

he swipes his fingers awkwardly from side to side over your parts as he fumbles with the angle of his touch and his lack of experience. but despite all of that, it feels incredible. your legs clamp around him and your back arches up from the wooden pew. your fist glides over his frenulum as you jolt.

he leans in closer, almost close enough to kiss you, and chokes on a whimper.

“im think i’m about to— im ’bout to—..!”

his voice shakes the earth.

the waves of overwhelming sensation in your body start to flare; your muscles pulling taut as patrick’s do the same.

“i think im really gonna come.. i-is it okay if i come—?” he whispers, whiny and urgent.

like a plea. a prayer.

“yeah, yeah, yeah.. me too..” it tumbles from your chest and stills the air around you.

everything stops for just a moment.

him gasping and squeezing his eyes shut. you gripping the edge of the wood below you with your free hand, nearly squealing as his thumb flicks messily over your bead of nerves. he jerks forward in his seat before seizing up at the sound of your strained little noise—toppling over the edge with a jarring finality that seals him in his shame and blinding pleasure. he all but wails.

wet warmth meets your skin and you touch him through the waves of orgasm that have him promising to repent. your own climax rips moans from your throat and forces you to gush into your clothing. patrick doesn’t even know what to think, not that he can, brain much too melted to salvage any coherency. the sound of bells and doves and the choir fills his head. ringing out deafeningly, like a sick joke. he can’t seem to come down from the high.

he trembles as he pushes down softly on your slick bud, then collapses afterwards into a heap of jelly-like limbs. you follow not a second later. you're both a mess of slick parts and damp faces.

he wipes at his upper lip and then his cheek.

“oh my-..” he trails off, knowing he probably shouldn’t finish the sentiment. he’s already on bad terms. no need to make it worse for him later in the confessional. he sighs, still feeling your hand resting around his softening dick. he tries not to think about the fact that he covered your fingers in his depravity, but the thought comes and goes without his permission anyway. his flesh twitches. he stifles a groan.

“yeah.. woah..” you smirk lazily,

he gets the urge to drop to his knees and pull you down with him. to press his lips to yours before bowing his head and asking for forgiveness. that would probably be the proper thing to do. the better thing. his dad always says that the harder something is to do, the more likely that it’s the right thing to do. he doesn’t know if that’s true, but.. holding himself back from kissing you while also grappling with the remorse has him struggling to maintain composure.

patrick vows right then to never repeat this sort of thing in the future, to refuse the clutches of temptation whenever it pricks his skin again, but the vow begins to crack the moment he feels your index finger lazily rub at the vein bulging from his shaft. he inhales sharply through gritted teeth at the sensitivity, and then turns his head to look to your expression. eyes glazing over with reigniting desire.

he can deny it no longer. oh, you are temptation in human form, flesh and bone.

you’re inescapable.

[shyoko]

Omg hey this is the person who requested the ot7 angsty angst and OMG IT WAS SO GOOD, I love your writing and ugh this angst was 5 stars, simple and absolutely delicious. I don’t want to push but I’d love a part two, cause I love love love angst so much - 🌸

☆Getting in a figth with ENHYPEN -PT2.☆

This writing is my own; no copies, adaptations, or translations are allowed. I hope you like it. (English is not my first language.) 

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A/n:  Yay! I'm so happy that you liked it, I really enjoyed writing this, and I hope you like this one too, love u 🩷 It was really funny seeing everyone suffer in the last one lol, so here’s this so you won’t suffer anymore. Love you all so much 🩷

✦ Part 1 ✦𓂃 

Heeseung☆

You parked the car in front of the house, your heart in knots. Every fiber of your being screamed at you to leave, to take your things and find refuge somewhere else, far away from everything… far away from him. But even if you tried to run, the sharp pain was still there, consuming you.

You had twenty missed calls. His words still echoed in your mind like sharp blades.

You thought about him. You thought about the two of you. But if you wanted this to work, you had to walk away. You needed to know if he truly loved you, if he would come after you…

With a shaky sigh, you pulled the keys from your pocket and opened the door. The house was completely silent. Or so you thought, until a subtle sound reached your ears: ragged breathing, small muffled sobs coming from the living room.

Your chest tightened at the sight.

Heeseung was lying on the couch, holding his phone in his hand, fast asleep. Even in his dreams, tears kept slipping down his cheeks, tracing the path of his sorrow.

Your resolve wavered. How could you leave after seeing him like this? You hated seeing him suffer.

Without thinking, you carefully approached and knelt beside him. Gently, you slid your fingers across his face, wiping away his tears. That was when his hand moved instinctively, catching yours between his fingers.

At the touch, Heeseung furrowed his brows and blinked, his tired eyes meeting yours.

“Baby! Are you okay? I missed you so much… Will you forgive me? Please?” His voice was trembling, full of desperation. “Baby, I promi—”

The words were cut off when he suddenly sat up and wrapped you in a desperate embrace, as if he was afraid you’d disappear at any moment.

When you pulled away from him, a shiver ran down your spine. His warmth was your refuge, and being away from him felt like a punishment.

“I came to get my things,” you murmured firmly as you stood up.

“N-no, baby… let’s talk, please?”

Heeseung took your wrist and, with a gentle tug, pulled you back into his arms. This time, he didn’t let you go.

He loosened his embrace just enough to cup your face in his hands, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“I’ve been an idiot. A complete idiot,” he whispered seriously. “And, God, I can’t live without you. You’ll never understand how much I love you.”

He pressed his forehead against yours, inhaling deeply as he watched a single tear slide down your cheek.

“I wish I could be with you in this life… in the next… and the next and the ne—”

You covered his mouth with your hand, rolling your eyes.

“Yes, yes, I get it.”

A smile appeared on both of your faces.

“Can you yell at me and call me an idiot? That would make me feel better.”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re an idiot… but I love you so much.”

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. His arms wrapped tightly around you, as if he was afraid of losing you again. Without warning, he lifted you and laid you down on the couch, curling up on top of you, resting his head on your chest.

Your heart was racing, and he heard it with a satisfied smile.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice full of sweetness.

He closed his eyes, holding onto you as if you were his only peace.

And maybe, just maybe, you were.

jay☆

Days had passed since that argument with Jay.

Every morning, without fail, a message from him would arrive. "Good morning, love." "I love you." "I miss you." Always with the same tenderness, the same patience. He reminded you that, even though he understood you needed time, he would still be there… waiting.

And you missed him.

Every day, the temptation to reply grew stronger. You wanted to text him so many times, to tell him how much you loved him, how much you needed him… but you held back. You didn’t want to go back to the same cycle. There were still too many doubts in your mind.

As you were cooking, the sound of your phone interrupted your thoughts.

"Can I come over? I need to see you."

A second later, another notification.

"Please, baby."

Your chest warmed instantly. You wanted him close. You needed him. But then, the questions came.

What if everything went back to the way it was? What if nothing changed? What if he didn’t feel the same anymore?

Your phone vibrated again.

"I know you need time, I really do… but I can’t take it anymore. It’s been a week, and I feel like I’m going to die. Please, let me see you. Kiss you. Hold you. Say yes, please."

You couldn’t resist anymore. All the anger, the doubts, the distance—they crumbled all at once.

"Okay."

A simple response, no complications. But behind those two words was a desperate truth: you wanted him back. You wanted his hugs, his kisses. You wanted him.

The distance between his house and yours had never felt so short.

The doorbell rang impatiently.

You took a deep breath before turning the knob and opening the door.

And there he was. Jay.

His face uneasy, his hands trembling, and in them, a bouquet of flowers. Not just any bouquet, but one filled with all the flowers you had once mentioned you liked.

Your lips parted in surprise.

"You didn’t have to do this."

But before you could say anything else, Jay set the flowers aside and took your face in his hands.

And he kissed you.

Desperately. Longingly. Lovingly.

"I missed you too much."

He hadn’t even stepped inside your house. He didn’t care. He just needed you. Always. At any moment. Because to him, you would always be the most important thing.

He had been a fool.

But he was your fool.

And he always would be.

Jake☆

You had only been away from Jake for a few hours, but the argument still weighed heavily on your chest. Every word, every look, every second where everything felt like it was about to break kept replaying in your mind.

You were lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, when your phone vibrated.

A message from Jake.

You sighed, debating whether to open it or not, but in the end, curiosity won.

It was a photo.

In the picture, Jake and Layla were on the couch together. Jake had a sad expression, his lips slightly pouting, and Layla, lying next to him, looked at the camera with the sweetest eyes in the world.

Along with the photo, a message:

"Layla says her parents need to make up because she doesn’t want to live in a broken home 😭💔"

You couldn’t help but smile a little.

Before you could respond, another message popped up.

"She also says she misses you so much… and that her dad has been unbearable since you left, so please come back for everyone's sake 🥺🙏"

You shook your head, feeling something warm spread through your chest.

And then, one last message.

"Okay, actually, I said that… but she definitely thinks it… I think. 🐶💕"

That was it. You couldn’t hold back anymore.

You grabbed your things and went back to his place.

When you arrived, Jake opened the door in a second, as if he had been waiting right behind it.

"You came back?" —his eyes shone with relief.

Before you could say anything, Layla jumped on you, wagging her tail like crazy and covering you in kisses.

"See? I told you, Layla really missed you."

"Uh-huh, sure… Layla…" —you crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow.

Jake chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.

"Okay, fine. Me too. A lot. Too much." —His expression softened as he looked at you with pure adoration— "I’m really sorry. I don’t ever want to fight like that again. You’re the best thing I have."

You took a deep breath, trying to stay firm, but… how could you stay mad at him when he looked at you like that?

You sighed and rolled your eyes.

"You’re an idiot."

"I know."

"But I love you."

Before you could say anything else, Jake pulled you into his arms, hugging you so tightly you almost lost your breath.

"Agh, Jake, you’re gonna break my ribs!"

"Oops, sorry, I’m just so happy." —He kissed your forehead multiple times— "Never leave again, okay? Layla and I can’t handle it."

"Alright… but on one condition."

"Anything."

"Next time, use Layla from the start. I can’t resist that face."

Jake laughed, pressing his forehead against yours.

"Deal."

Sunghoon☆

You hadn’t spoken to Sunghoon in days. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, but after the argument, you were waiting for him to take the first step. However, the silence between you only grew longer, heavier.

Your friends, tired of seeing you sigh over him without doing anything about it, dragged you to a party.

"It’ll be good for you to take your mind off things. Stop thinking about him."

You tried… until a guy who clearly didn’t understand the meaning of “I’m not interested” decided to be too persistent.

"Come on, just one drink. I don’t bite." "No, thanks." "Just one, I promise you’ll have a good time."

You rolled your eyes, taking a step back, but he stepped forward again, blocking your way.

"Is it really that hard to accept an invitation?" "As hard as understanding that I DON'T WANT TO."

Before the guy could respond, a cold, firm voice interrupted the conversation.

"Is there a problem here?"

The world seemed to stop when you turned your head and saw Sunghoon standing there, jaw clenched, his eyes burning with restrained fury.

"And who the hell are you?" the guy spat, annoyed.

"Her boyfriend." Sunghoon took a step forward, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you against his chest. "So I’d appreciate it if you stepped back before this ends badly."

The guy frowned, looking at you and then at him, but finally clicked his tongue and walked away, muttering something under his breath.

"Are you okay?" Sunghoon asked, looking down at you.

You didn’t answer.

Not because you didn’t want to, but because you were still too stunned.

Sunghoon sighed and gently took your hand.

"Let’s go. I don’t want you staying here."

You didn’t argue.

You left the party in silence, and he led you to his car. The moment he closed the door, a different kind of tension filled the air. Sunghoon ran a hand over his face, as if trying to calm himself, then turned to you.

"How did you know I was here?" you asked, crossing your arms.

Sunghoon looked away for a second, as if debating whether to answer, but in the end, he sighed.

"I’ve been asking your friends about you every day. I wanted to know if you were okay… if you hated me… if you wanted to talk to me. And today, they told me you were here, so I came."

Your heart skipped a beat.

"Did you really do that?"

"Of course. How could I not worry about you?" —Sunghoon looked at you with those deep, emotion-filled eyes that always made you melt— "I miss you. So much."

His gaze dropped to your lips, and before you could process it, his hands framed your face, and his lips crashed onto yours in a desperate kiss, full of everything he hadn’t been able to say in days.

"I missed you." —He murmured against your lips, pressing soft kisses between each word— "I missed you so much."

Your heart pounded like crazy, but you didn’t pull away.

"Me too."

Sunghoon rested his forehead against yours, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

"I’m sorry. I was an idiot. I promise it won’t happen again."

"It better not." —You sighed, playing with the strands of his hair.

"Does that mean you forgive me?"

"Mmm… depends."

"On what?"

"On how many more kisses you’re willing to give me to make up for it."

Sunghoon smirked before leaning in again.

"As many as you want, princess."

Sunoo☆

Since you heard those words, a knot had settled in your chest.

"Yeah, I love her, but sometimes she’s a bit too much and just too..."

You hadn’t wanted to hear the rest. It hurt. And that’s why you had been ignoring his calls and messages for days, trying to keep your distance.

But Sunoo didn’t give up.

Your phone vibrated again, and this time, without thinking too much, you answered.

"What do you want, Sunoo?"

"To talk to you. To explain myself."

His voice sounded different, more serious than usual. You sighed, saying nothing.

"I didn’t mean it like that. I was joking around with Ni-ki, and I said it without thinking. But I wasn’t serious, you know that, right?"

"I don’t know, Sunoo," you admitted honestly. "Is that what you really think of me? That I’m too much?"

There was silence, followed by a deep sigh.

"If being ‘too much’ means that you take care of me, that you’re always looking out for me, and that you shower me with love, then yes, you are. But I love that about you. I don’t want you to change."

You lowered your gaze, biting your lip.

"I’m coming over."

"You don’t have to…"

“Yes, I do. Wait for me."

It was nighttime when the doorbell rang. When you opened the door, Sunoo was standing there, his brows furrowed and lips pressed together, as if he was holding something back.

"I don’t want you to go to sleep thinking I don’t love you."

His tone was firm, sincere. He stepped closer, not breaking eye contact.

"You are the most important person in my life. And if I ever made you think otherwise, I’m sorry."

You stayed silent, unsure of what to say.

He sighed and, carefully, took your hand.

"Can we fix this? I don’t want to be apart over something stupid I said without thinking."

You squeezed his fingers slightly. You couldn’t stay mad at him.

"Only if you promise to think before you speak next time."

Sunoo let out a small laugh and nodded.

"I promise."

A sigh escaped your lips before you let yourself fall into his arms, feeling his body relax instantly.

"I’m glad you’re not too proud."

"And I’m glad you’re too persistent."

"I guess we make a good team."

You both laughed softly, letting the tension slowly fade away.

"I don’t want to leave tonight," Sunoo murmured into your hair. "Let me stay with you."

You didn’t answer, just took his wrist and led him to your room. He climbed into bed with you, wrapping you in his arms as if he was afraid you’d slip away again.

"Sleep, love," he whispered, gently stroking your back. "I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere."

You closed your eyes, feeling his breathing fall in sync with yours. It didn’t matter what had happened before. Right now, you were together, and that was all that mattered.

Jungwon☆

You locked yourself in the room, crossing your arms as your heart pounded in your chest. You didn’t want to keep arguing.

Outside, Jungwon let out a heavy sigh.

"Baby, please open the door. I don’t want to keep fighting."

"Go away, Jungwon."

"You know I’m not going to do that."

You heard him turn the doorknob, trying to open it. Quickly, you leaned against the door to stop him.

"Let me in."

"No."

"I’m coming in anyway."

"No, you’re not."

But he did.

Jungwon pushed harder than he intended, and before you could react, the door swung open and hit you on the head.

"Oh no!" he exclaimed as he saw you wince and press a hand to your forehead. "Baby, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to… come here."

Before you could protest, he took your hand and led you to the bed.

"Let me see." He gently moved your hand away to inspect your forehead. "God… I’m a mess."

He sat beside you, running his fingers through your hair tenderly, pressing soft kisses on the spot where he had accidentally hit you.

"I feel awful. Really, forgive me."

"You didn’t mean to…" you mumbled, feeling how the warmth of his touch melted away any lingering anger.

"Still… Do you want me to get you some ice? Or chocolate? Or both?"

"Maybe both."

"Whatever my princess wants." He smiled, kissing your forehead again.

For a few seconds, silence filled the room until, without meaning to, a small laugh escaped your lips.

"What’s so funny?" Jungwon asked, amused.

"That you literally almost knocked me out with the door."

Now it was his turn to laugh.

"I know, I know. I’m the worst."

"A little bit."

"But you still love me, right?"

"Maybe…" you teased.

"Hey!"

Both of you burst into laughter, and without thinking much about it, you let yourself fall onto his chest. Jungwon wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly, as if that could somehow make up for the accidental hit.

"Don’t lock yourself away from me again," he whispered, stroking your back. "If we fight, I want to fix things together. I don’t want any distance between us."

"I promise."

"Good."

Jungwon let out a relieved sigh and pressed one last kiss to the top of your head while you closed your eyes, enjoying the warmth of his embrace.

Ni-ki☆

It had only been a few minutes since you left, but the weight of his words was already unbearable for Ni-ki. His heart pounded as he stared at the door, drowning in regret.

Without thinking twice, he ran after you. He didn’t care that his friends were watching or that the cold night air stung his skin. He just needed to find you.

It didn’t take long for him to catch up. You had stopped on the sidewalk, taking deep breaths to keep the tears from falling. When you heard his hurried footsteps behind you, you clenched your fists.

"Leave me alone, Ni-ki." You said without looking at him.

But he didn’t.

"I can’t."

His voice sounded different. The frustration from before was gone, replaced by desperation and sadness.

"Please, look at me."

You shook your head, but when you felt his trembling hand take yours, it was impossible to ignore him. His dark eyes were filled with regret, and his breathing was unsteady.

"What I said was awful." His voice was shaky. "But I have never, ever, been ashamed of being with you. How could I? You’re the best thing in my life."

You lowered your gaze, feeling your anger begin to crumble.

"Then why did you say it?" You whispered.

Ni-ki bit his lip, his other hand rising to gently cup your cheek.

"Because I’m an idiot who speaks without thinking when I’m upset. But I swear, I didn’t mean it."

A moment of silence passed between you before he sighed and rested his forehead against yours.

"You’re everything to me, okay? If you leave, I’ll go crazy."

You couldn’t help but let out a tired sigh, but your body instinctively relaxed against his. Ni-ki noticed and smiled slightly.

"I know you’re still mad, so you can punish me however you want."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah. Hit me, insult me, tell me I’m an immature kid…"

"You already know that."

"Hey!"

Finally, a small smile escaped your lips, and Ni-ki took it as his personal victory.

"I made you smile. That means I still have hope."

You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t pull away when he wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your neck.

"I love you." He whispered.

"I know."

"So… can I come back home with you?"

"Only if you buy me something to eat on the way."

Ni-ki laughed against your skin and took your hand firmly, making sure you wouldn’t walk away again.

"Anything you want, my love."

Do you feel better after the second part? lol I hope you do (even I got mad at them while writing the first one HAHAHA)

[minswriting]

Bau when u say u wanna film yall having sex

-🩰

nsfw | mdni

aaron - aaron would be hesitant in the moment, trying to weigh the pros and cons and think logically. but ultimately he would decide to do it because he really wants to be able to jerk off to you while he’s away on cases.

derek - wouldn’t hesitate at all. he’s completely down. he would want you guys to watch your videos together and masturbate together to your videos.

luke - luke would love to film you while you’re sucking his cock. especially with his phone so that he can watch it any time he wanted to.

jj - i personally don’t think jj would be into filming but she would 100% be into taking sexy photos together and nudes.

emily - she’s immediately filming herself eating you out because she wants to rewatch the video and diddle her pickle while she’s away.

spencer - i think spencer would pretend to be iffy about it at first because of anxiety. but then he’d think about it more and probably have a wet dream about fucking his fist while watching the two of you having sex and then boom he’s into it.

[bunnis-monsters]

Momo would you ever let us play with your hair like running our fingers through it or styling it and vice versa? - 🌸 Anon

As soon as the words leave your mouth, Momo leans forward, his eyes sparkling.

His hair feels soft and fluffy, like rabbit fur. He purrs and leans into it, nudging your hand. You end up scratching behind his bunny ears and playing with them too as your comb your fingers through his blonde locks.

“Bunny hybrids usually groom the dominant one,” he said smugly, continuing to rub against you. “So pet away, princess.”

Now you’re stuck petting, scratching, and playing with his hair until he’s satisfied…

[rikkiz]

I must be ovulating bc all I can think ab is pussy drunk riki who's manhandling me and I'm completely at his mercy and he won't stop till he's got enough OHHH LORDDD 😫😫😫

- 🌸 anon

Pussy Drunk - Nishimura Riki

Riki had been eating your pussy out for a while now. You were completely overstimulated and literally crying out of pleasure at this point.

You had reached the point where you couldn't take it any longer. You were trying to squirm away but Riki wasn't relenting. He pulled you back, his mouth not leaving your cunt, as his arms wrapped under your thighs and held you close.

"One more, baby." Riki said, his words vibrating against your already sensitive pussy. He wasn't going to stop until you came one last time.

You were sobbing at this point as your hands gripped his hair. His tongue worked your core before eventually, you were coming undone for the nth time tonight. Riki licked your release up before pulling away and looking up at you.

You felt slightly embarrassed as he wiped his saliva and your release off of his face with the back of his hand before he came up, leaning down, and kissed you deeply. You kissed him back, not caring if you could taste your own release on his tongue.

[rafesangelita]

https://youtu.be/F6Pr0ClLOxE?si=HJkVbEGjsdKUvoUD

I saw this and immediately thought of JJ and Kook!Sweetheart!Reader💀

If u have the time can u maybe do a fic w them inspired by this? (No rush ofc!<3)

-🌸

a/n: i didn’t really follow the video but i hope the idea still came across clearly! ty for the req anon ♡

“i don’t even know what half of this shit is.” jj was currently sitting at your computer desk, his rugged appearance being a stark contrast to the luxury decor of your bedroom. “you don’t have to get the products right, just tryyy!” you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, resting your chin in the curve of his neck. he sighed, muttering a ‘alright, alright.’ before clicking on the microphone icon in the corner of the editing screen. “i’m gonna make us a snack, i’ll be right back.” you pecked his cheek, leaving him alone in your room while you made your way downstairs.

pressing play, jj smiled to himself as your bare face lit up the screen. “..sooo i guess i’ll be doing a voice over for her? i don’t know, but she clearly doesn’t even need to wear any of this crap.” thankfully, you had already added low music in the background so he wouldn’t hear the awkward silence as you did your makeup routine. “it looks like she’s starting with, what the hell? uhm— some kind of weird drops?” he watched as you rubbed the milky substance into your skin. “i won’t even say what that looks like but y’all get the idea.” he laughed.

you were definitely gonna scold him for his innuendo when you watched the footage over later.

“now she’s going in with lotion, that’s an easy one, and some more questionable sticky stuff.. damn what the hell is she putting on her face?” ‘moisturizer’ and ‘primer’ were the correct words, but how would he know that?

“okayyy, y’all see how her skin is glowing?!” you were moving your face in a way that the light from your vanity illuminated the high points of your features. “she’s unreal. it’s actually crazy how insanely beautiful this girl is.” he marveled, forgetting to keep the voiceover going as you continued applying the rest of your makeup. jj didn’t snap until you got to the part where you were lining your lips, his eyes widening as the microphone icon blinked green, indicating that it was indeed still on. “shit. i forgot i was supposed to talk on this thing,” he cursed, “she chose the wrong person to do this..”

just as you were rolling on your sparkly lipgloss, you walked into your room with a plate of chips and a sandwich. “did you finish it?” jj turned around, meeting your excited gaze. “i think i need to do another take..”

[le-fruit-de-la-passion]

Do you accept orders? could you do a story about Dom!Viktor x Sub!Reader x Switch! Jayce, on the day of the ball, the reader wears a dress that made her look more beautiful and cute than usual and was therefore drawing people's attention at the ball to she , would the boys be jealous or possessive? Would they punish the reader?

- 🌸

Hi anon 🌸!! I'm not taking requests for fics currently, because I've got quite a few ongoing projects, but you can check my pinned post or my header description to know whenever I am 💕! But I just HAD to blabber about that idea for a second because I LOVE jealous shenanigans

Viktor and Jayce both strike me as the jealous type, but in two very different ways.

Viktor is the more silent, envious type of jealous. He has too much self-respect to just throw himself in front of you dramatically. So, he watches. He overanalyses every look anyone gives you, any kiss of your hand that seems to last a second too long. He’s methodical, following you around like a shadow the entire night with a falsely polite smile plastered on his lips. It's just one night, he tells himself, one night of pompous nobles leering at your cleavage and showering you with compliments. In the end, it won't matter, because you'll be in his bed when this is over, not theirs.

He won't outright tell you he was jealous, because he's embarrassed at the idea of seeming childish, but boy, will he still let you know. Expect bite marks on every visible inch of your skin and the imprint of his pretty fingers around your neck and thighs. He'll probably edge you a few times, have you beg and moan his name in tears without letting you cum, just to feel like he's the one in control again. He's willing to admit he's a little petty when it comes to you.

Others might not know it was him when they see your smeared makeup and strategically placed bruises tomorrow, but you will, and that's really all that matters to him.

Jayce is the visibly possessive type of jealous. Is some diplomat telling you a funny story? Jayce doesn't give a damn about decorum. His hand will quickly wrap around your waist to pull you closer to him and he'll enter the conversation with a megawatt smile as if he's always been part of it. But his hand will stay firmly in place for everyone to see what's off limits. In fact, it would be almost impossible to find him not touching you in some way, whether that be by gently replacing wayward strands of hair or wiping away imaginary stains of wine around your lips. He can't help it, especially when he sees others look at you with the same desire that he has for you. He has to show that you're his.

Jayce will be especially talkative in bed after that, constantly mumbling your name under his breath as he fucks you, repeating the word ‘mine’ over and over again. He's very petty about it too, asking if you liked having everyone's attention on you, if you got off to strangers undressing you with their eyes. If he’s gotten really rilled up, the usual “baby” and “princess” might become a “whore” or “slut”. Always his whore though. Nobody else's. He doesn't say it to be mean, in fact he tends to feel bad afterwards, but he needs confirmation straight from your lips that you don't care about them. That the only one you want to ruin you is him.

If you oblige, you are getting fucked raw on the closest available surface for a solid three rounds. You're too tired for another one? That's alright, he’ll pump his cock in his fist right above your entrance, and only push in when he's ready to cum. He'll fill you until he’s satisfied no one could look at you and doubt for a second who fucked you that good.

[angelkiyo]

nsfw oneshot w kageyama but ur hinata's sister?

- 🌸 anon

a/n: new anon new anon!! hiii thank you for this request ml<33 — pls i hope i did not butcher this but tyyy<333 😓

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁kageyama tobio’s relationship with you was a complete dichotomy to what he felt for your brother; distaste and a twinge (not really) of annoyance for him, but softness and admiration for you. still, that never stopped him from asking you out in secret. he was absolutely enamored by you. your sensual hips, your beautiful eyes, and don’t even get him started on your stunning set of tits. during intimacy, he loves to suck and grab at them like they were edible as he thrusts into you at an almost animalistic pace— quite like what he’s doing now.

“mhm—he’s gonna hear us, tobio.” you whispered, feeling a string of quiet whines leave your lips as you gasp at the way he grabbed at your breasts as you were pressed against the confined walls of your dressing room. your brother was currently taking a nap a few feet from you in the waiting room, unaware that your boyfriend had sneaked in with you. shoyo isn't even aware than his 'frenemy' and his sister are in a relationship in the first place.

the plan was: get your dress for a gala you were to attend with your brother for msby. outcome? your boyfriend, a schweiden adlers player, just so happened to pop out while you were going with your brother.

“he’s not gonna know unless you keep talking,” he said in a raspy voice. the two of you made eye contact from the mirror and the sight alone made kageyama restless. you looked a mess: your mascara was streaked on your cheeks and your tinted lip gloss was smeared on your lips and practically gone. "any more words from you and the tabloids might catch on."

you nodded, biting your lip from making more noise as all you could really hear are your lover's soft grunts and the way his sex was engulfed by yours in every soft thrust. you soon felt his thrusts become sloppy, causing for you to arch your back. he slid his sex out of your pussy and you went on your knees, pumping his cock with your hands and putting the tip in your mouth to get him off. you swallowed the creamy white load and wiped the corners of your mouth.

"s-shit...i'm supposed to be picking a fuckin' dress, tobio." you shook your head in a teasing manner and stood up, sliding your panties and skirt up— a bit upset that you didn’t get much off yourself.

he let out a light, out-of-breath chuckle as he slapped your ass, “that can wait. i'll pay for whatever many dresses you want."

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"look who i ran into, shoyo!" you smiled, holding your lover's hand behind you.

"god, what took you so long, (name)? d’ya have your dress?” shoyo grumbled, his arms crossed as he was sprawled across the lounge sofa of the boutique. his eyebrows raised as he saw tobio next to you. “oh, you.”

you laughed, “i think we need to stop by some more stores before i make my pick. tobio here says he wants to join us.”

“you do?!”

“yes. i have nothing else on my schedule today,” tobio said bluntly, rubbing circles on the palm of your hand as the two of you lied to your brother.

truth was— you both secretly loved the thrill of getting caught; like this was something forbidden. however, if push ever comes to shove, you just hope your brother doesn’t find out from the tabloids.

[purple-plum-petals]

Homicipher request for the Homicipher starved fans pls? 🥺 Is it okay to ask for the reactions of Mr. Silvair, Mr. Chopped(as he gets wheeled past us on a cart after being kidnapped, again), Mr. Gap, Mr. Machete, and Mr. Scarletella with a reader who winks and blows a kiss as they pass by them? Like for some reason reader seems to be in a really good mood and they're skipping around with their trusty crowbar in hand then they see one of the boys then mwa~💋. I can imagine that they'd be confused at the unfamiliar gesture but I'd like to get your thoughts on it. 😂

⊱ Homicipher Characters’ Reactions to MC Winking at Them and Blowing Them a Kiss ⊰ || Multiple Character Headcanons

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Character(s): Mr. Silvair, Mr. Chopped, Mr. Gap, Mr. Machete, and Mr. Scarletella (Homicipher/文字化化) Reader Type: Human (Gender-Neutral Pronouns) Warning(s): Spoilers for Homicipher (MC’s Lore), Brief Canon-typical Mentions of Violence (Mr. Machete’s Part), Canon-typical Horror Elements (Mr. Gap and Mr. Scarletella's Parts), Cultural Barriers (None of Them Understand the Gesture). Genre: Headcanons, Fluff, Platonic or Romantic Relationship Word Count: ~1,880 Request: “Homicipher request for the Homicipher starved fans pls? 🥺 Is it okay to ask for the reactions of Mr. Silvair, Mr. Chopped(as he gets wheeled past us on a cart after being kidnapped, again), Mr. Gap, Mr. Machete, and Mr. Scarletella with a reader who winks and blows a kiss as they pass by them? Like for some reason reader seems to be in a really good mood and they're skipping around with their trusty crowbar in hand then they see one of the boys then mwa~💋. I can imagine that they'd be confused at the unfamiliar gesture but I'd like to get your thoughts on it. 😂” Author’s Note: They all would definitely be confused by the unfamiliar gesture, so I kind of did headcanons about how each of them would react to you blowing them a kiss/how they would go about trying to understand what the gesture meant by using context clues (or just straight-up asking you about it haha). Sorry if they’re not great! I’m still trying to figure out how I want to balance the characters’ personalities as they are in canon while adding some more fun/whimsical aspects of your ask.

→ If you enjoyed my work, please reblog it if you can! Exposure on Tumblr is based on reblogging content rather than liking it, so your support would be much appreciated!  ♡

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💉: He smiles softly at your cheerful demeanor, yet it falters slightly when you press the tips of your fingers to your lips and squeeze one of your eyes shut in response to him looking in your direction. You remove your fingers from your pursed lips and blow out a puff of air before continuing in the direction you had been walking towards. While he could infer you were in a good mood by your body language, he was curious to know what exactly the gesture meant. 

💉: Instead of lightly treading the question or observing you for any longer to see if he could figure out what the gesture meant by using context clues, Mr. Silvair instead just asks you directly to get an answer as soon as possible the next time he sees you. He deeply enjoyed research and observation, yes, but there was no need to wait to gather information when you were a perfect source of it. 

💉: Of course, it wasn’t easy to explain what “blowing a kiss” was, especially since they didn’t even have equivalent words in their language for “blow” or “kiss,” but you tried your best with what you had to work with. It’s almost funny how earnestly Mr. Silvair is hanging onto every word you speak. He chuckles after you finish explaining, amused by the gesture and its meaning – how quaint, he thinks to himself. 

💉: He found humans to be fascinating and their diverse cultures even more so, so he was of course interested in learning whatever you were able to recall from your previous life in your old realm before you ended up in this one. He treats everything you tell him with an air of respect, and he even documents what you share with him so he (and you) never forget that part of yourself. 

💉: Mr. Silvair finds the gesture to be an entertaining one, but deducts that it’s not usually one humans do with strangers or those they are not comfortable with from your explanation. Does that mean you are comfortable enough around him to express yourself in that manner? How fascinating... Do you care to tell him why you feel the way you do toward him? He’s very much interested in learning the reasoning behind your thought processes. 

🗣️: Mr. Chopped smiles so widely when he sees you in such a chipper mood, making your way down the hall with a noticeable spring in your step. He likes seeing you happy, so it makes him feel good, too, watching you skip by with such a bright expression on your face! Then, you press your hand to your lips and wink, blowing something he couldn’t see in his direction, and suddenly he’s confused. 

🗣️: Huh… well, that was strange. For some reason, though, the playful gesture seemed almost familiar, yet he couldn’t remember why. He can’t exactly chase after you and ask what that meant, so he’d have to wait until the next time he saw you (which he hoped wouldn't be a long wait – he liked spending time with you). 

🗣️: The next time he saw you, he asked if you could explain what the gesture meant. You did the best you could, but you’re pretty sure he comprehended what you were telling him if the giddy expression on his face was anything to go by. His excitement was quite adorable. However, his expression suddenly falls, and you watch him begin to sulk. How was he supposed to blow you a kiss in return? He didn’t have a body!! The poor man is so distraught. 

🗣️: He gets either Mr. Silvair to help him out or Mr. Hand to, well… give him a hand to enact his plan. The next time you see him, he calls out to you with such a delighted look on his face. So, you make your way over to him and kneel down to his level, watching as the sentient hand comes up to Mr. Chopped’s lips, making the same gesture you did, before he blows you a kiss and winks. He did it! He blew you a kiss!! 

🗣️: Mr. Chopped is very proud of himself and the pleased expression on his face is far too charming for you. He feels a warmth in his metaphorical chest knowing that you felt comfortable enough with him to blow him a kiss, especially since it seems like something humans do with those they are most comfortable with. 

🕳️: He’s honestly somewhat impressed you knew he was there, observing you through the small hole in the wall while you walk around like you’re on top of the world. He can’t help but wonder what happened that has you so chipper, but his thoughts are derailed a bit when you press your hand to your mouth and blow something at him, closing one of your eyes as you do so… What the hell was that?? 

🕳️: He feels somewhat offended, honestly, and gets that semi-disgusted look on his face before disappearing into the darkness. Mr. Gap understands it’s some kind of weird human gesture, but he can’t really put two-and-two together about what it means. Though, he finds himself continuing to watch you from any nook-and-cranny he could find, observing you to see if you would do the gesture again – you don’t.

🕳️: Mr. Gap ends up startling you while you’re walking down a long, grimy hallway, his hand darting out from a vent to grab your ankle. His grip isn’t tight, but it most certainly scares the life out of you and effectively catches your attention. He finds your scare amusing but ends up cutting straight to the point and asks you why you blew something at him. 

🕳️: Even after explaining what the gesture meant, Mr. Gap still doesn’t fully understand why you did it, so you just tell him it was supposed to be a nice gesture that showed you enjoyed him – playful. That is something he does understand, and it’s almost amusing how the smirk on his face grew. He must be special, he thinks, and his smugness is radiating from his face peeking out of the darkness. 

🕳️: Mr. Gap doesn’t do the gesture back, but he strangely enough finds himself hoping you don’t blow anyone else your kisses. He doesn’t know why the thought of you sharing the gesture with another annoys him a little bit – after all, it wouldn’t make it special anymore if you did it with everyone. He even begins bringing you things, like more crowbars or even pieces of candy he finds lying around. It’s almost like he’s trying to bribe you…

🔪: He sees you happily skipping around and finds himself having to do a double-take at the strange sight. It wasn’t a bad sight, not at all, it was just weird seeing you so bright and lively. However, his mind buffers a bit when you look at him, pursing your lips and giving him a wink before your fingertips press to your mouth and then flick towards him. 

🔪: Mr. Machete is immediately annoyed, not knowing what the gesture meant, and he assumes you were trying to pick a fight with him. So, he takes his large sword and reels it back, throwing it at you with a strength that still had your eyes boggling. You duck with a yelp as the sword implants itself into the wall behind you. 

🔪: He makes his way over to you with incredible speed, blocking your body between his and the wall as he looks down at you, his head tilted to the side as he asks you if you wanted to fight him. Mr. Machete finds your frustrated expression endearing as you tell him the gesture was meant to be playful and fun. He’s low-key kind of disappointed you didn’t want to fight, but he steps away from you after your explanation without another word. 

🔪: However, while looking down at your angry expression, Mr. Machete suddenly has the urge to squeeze you (I imagine he experiences cuteness aggression regarding you). So, he reaches down and squeezes your cheeks between his large and calloused hand, causing your lips to purse. Even though you hadn’t been in the mood to fight him, now you were. He smirks widely as you two begin to spar all because he misconstrued what your gesture meant. 

🔪: Mr. Machete doesn’t see the point of blowing kisses, and he doesn’t feel any particular way about the gesture. It’s kind of whatever for him, even though he does notice that you don’t seem to do it with anyone else. After the first time (that ended up leading to a spar), though, he notices you hadn’t blown him another kiss since… He ends up coming up to tell you in his gruff, almost rude way, that he wouldn’t mind if you did it again. 

🩸: He tilts his head to the side at the gesture, his shaggy red hair swaying with the movement. Well… that was new, he thinks. He liked you quite a bit (far more than just a bit, really… my man is kind of obsessed with you), and he had been following you throughout your entire journey in this realm, yet he had never once seen that expression or gesture from you before. Now, he was curious to know what it meant, and he was going to try and figure it out one way or another.  

🩸: He continues to keep his eye on you, following you as you go about your day. Mr. Scarletella likes seeing you so chipper and full of life, especially considering you were someone who tended to take life from others. The dichotomy between your behavior and actions had his heart racing. However, despite what he expected, you never did the gesture again. So, he couldn’t gather information by observing you – he would need to simply ask you directly, then. 

🩸: Mr. Scarletella effectively manages to corner you after some time, catching you completely off-guard. While you two had certainly started off on the wrong foot, you had gotten to the point where you were relatively calm and comfortable around the strange man who was so incredibly down bad for you. He gazes down at you with his lifeless eyes, inquiring about the gesture you made earlier. 

🩸: You explain to him what the gesture meant for you, that you were simply in a good mood and felt a little bit playful at the moment when you blew him a kiss. Mr. Scarletella smiles at your words, feeling very pleased with the information. So, it meant you liked him, correct? It meant you felt comfortable enough to express your happiness towards him in such a way, right?

🩸: Well, you inadvertently ended up making him even more obsessed with you, and now his feelings become even stronger every time you blow him a kiss. Mr. Scarletella finds the act an interesting way to express your interest and enjoyment of another being, so he begins to blow you his own kisses in return. He is one of the characters I feel would want to learn more about human customs to deepen his relationship with you even if he doesn’t fully grasp why some gestures mean certain things. 

[chikaras-garden]

Hi petal! May I request Dick Grayson and Damian Wayne dick headcanons? Like, size and width kinda thing? Thank you!

Sweet Jesus. Yes. Goodness. Oh my god.

DICK GRAYSON 💦

Not the longest. Not the girthiest. A pretty pink head that demands kisses. But the curve of his dick helps him reach places inside you that no one else could ever dream of. This is a cock that finds every spot that makes you squirm and scream—and then invents new ones, just to be sure no man has ever made you feel as good as he does. 

He uses his whole body to fuck you. Hands cupping your cheeks, forehead against yours, breath fanning over your lips in between kisses. When he’s inside you, you’re two halves of one whole, and the point where your body ends and his begins may as well not exist. He’s so agile, so flexible; he’ll work as hard as is necessary to find every position that has you coming undone all over his cock.

Loves to stay inside you. He came so much, so hard, so fast—so he’ll just plug you up, you know? You don’t mind, right? He’ll be so impossibly gentle about it, too; laying on top of you, weight on his knees so he doesn’t hurt you, peppering little kisses up and down your face until his cock softens and slips right out.

DAMIAN WAYNE 💦

A cock so perfect that they should be making dildos based off of him. Very long. Very thick. Tanned and super veiny. Honestly, the worst part is that he knows this because he’s heard it a billion times. Praise does nothing to him after hearing so many people say he feels so good, that he splits them open just right—but the look on your face when he thrusts hard, fast, and deep until your eyes roll back in your head? 

That has him feeling something he’s never felt before. He’s buried to the hilt inside you, you feel him all the way up to your lungs, and you reach down to grab his wrist and hold him right where he is. When your fingers wrap around him, he groans, seeing stars of his own. You reach around his hips and press your hands into his ass to pull him even deeper, and he starts forcing himself into breathing exercises to stop himself from coming right there.

Prefers you to come first. Also prefers when you have the time for both of you to come multiple times. He has a thing for coming on your tits first, and he’d love to come on your face if you’re into that, but sex isn’t finished until he fills you, duh.

@uc1wa I wasn't kidding

[jesuistrestriste]

Art w a breeding kink who knows DAMN well you're on birth control but every time he's close talks like he's fully fucking you without any protection..! You just gotta play along atp !! -🪐

he gets so lost in your body ! ! can’t help but moan into your neck about how much he wants to fill your womb with his spend and get you swollen with his child

hips slapping against your ass as he pummels your insides, practically bruising your cervix, and squeezing the sides of your waist when your walls tighten around him. “mmnfuuuck—you’re gonna milk me, baby, making me feel so good—“

you nod, deliriously pushed into a state of dazed silence and compliance because of how hard he’s taking you. you arch your spine and push yourself back against his cock, letting out a wet gasp when you feel him start to throb. art nearly blacks out. his hands slide to cup your tummy as he feels his tip bulge in his palm during a particularly powerful thrust. it gets the cogs in his brain turning quicker than he can handle, and then all he can suddenly think about is—

“god, i wanna breed you.. wan’ put a baby in you, gotta fuck my cum deep inside so you get pregnant, aah,” he whines into your shoulder from behind, fingers digging into your abdomen as he feels his orgasm start to prickle over his shaft, “gonna take it all f’r me? please, please, keep me all inside, i wanna make you a mommy so badly.. please, please, ah- fuck! here it comes—!”

you barely have a moment to squeeze the bedsheets under your fingers before he slams once, twice, three times into your cunt and then floods it with his come. hot, silky ropes gushing against your most vulnerable parts as he cries out and collapses on top of you. he absentmindedly grinds his pelvis as he lets your palpating walls cling to his sensitive shaft, wringing him dry. “mmff.. shit, oh god, still comin’ out.. will you keep it for me? keep it nice and warm and safe..? need you to.. t’keep it all in so it takes..”

you just lay there, trapped underneath his heavy body, silently promising to make him a father..

.. and you hope he won’t be too sad when you remind him that you’re on the pill.

[chxrryhansen]

Steve with a MASSIVE breeding kink mmmmffffgggg…. 🤤

- 🌸

hi baby🥺 i’m so sorry that it took me this long to get to your ask, steve is such a family man so this always makes me go wild.

₊♡₊˚ 🎀・₊✧

“oh fuckkk”

you moaned as steve continued to thrust inside of you, hitting your cervix and bottoming out with each thrust.

“yeah, you like that? you like it when daddy fucks this slutty hole?” he taunted from above, his blond locks sticking to his forehead in concentration, angling his hips just right, hitting your g spot.

“love it daddy, so so much, you fuck me s’ good.” you whined, hips writhing on his thick length.

he let out a deep groan as your cunt clenched around him, “such a good little whore for daddy, always letting me fill you up with my fat cock.. maybe it’s about time you let me fill that pretty pussy with somethn’ else, hmm?”

you threw your head back in ecstasy at the thought of how good his cum filling you up would feel, letting out a high pitch, almost pornographic moan.

“fuck. you love idea of that, huh baby? it’s okay, daddy’s gonna’ fuck this slutty cunt til’ my cums leakin’ down your legs for days. can’t wait to see your tummy grow n’ watch you mother my children.” he growled, his arm wrapping around your throat, squeezing harshly, forcing you to look up at him.

the room echoed with the sound of skin clapping, his hips pummelling against your ass, sure to leave bruises from the brutal force of his thrusts.

“please can i cum, daddy? wanna’ cum s’ bad.” you managed to choke out against his harsh grip.

“such a greedy girl, go ahead baby, soak daddy’s cock.”

you let out a scream as you came, the knot in your stomach finally letting loose, your cream forming a white ring around the base of steve’s shaft.

“shittt. look at the mess you made, sweet girl. creaming all over daddy’s cock like a fuckin’ whore. squeezin’ me like a fuckin’ vice, fuck. you’re gonna’ make me cum. gonna’ breed this pussy so good, get your belly all swollen n’ full of my kids.” he breathed, his abs tightening as his load came shooting out, ropes of hot, sticky, cum filling your cunt to the brim. still continuing to cum as it began leaking out of your pussy and down your thighs.

he always did stay true to his word.

[minswriting]

spencer reid x fem!reader where spencer buys a circle shaped bed just because he feels like it (or reader could've mentioned it) and they have the most beautiful and passionate sex everrrr !! there could also be a mirror on the ceiling as an extra touch <3 - 🎹

NAILED IT - S.R x Reader

About: Spencer is building a circle bed in nothing but grey sweatpants. The best way to celebrate him getting a new mattress? Sex.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, Spencer in grey sweatpants, Spencer’s building a bed frame, post-prison Spencer, reader is so turned on, oral (m), raw sex, p in v, honestly this became self indulgent. i didn’t try too hard with this one so it may not be the greatest lol. no proof read

Word Count: 1.8K

A/N: In light of MGG’s birthday, here is a fun little one shot that is just pure thirsting over Spencer. Borders are made by @cafekitsune !! Please comment and reblog to support your creators!!

There are many positive things you can say about your relationship with Spencer. He’s loving, kind, romantic, caring, and overall the world’s most amazing boyfriend. The functionality of Spencer’s brain was one of the things you adored most about him. He was so highly intelligent that you sometimes forget that with high intelligence comes the neglect of oneself.

And Spencer was known for neglecting himself quite a bit.

Which is why the two of you complete one another. He remembers everything about you, reminding you of your appointments, keeping track of your cycle, and giving you information about topics that you need to know. He was like your own version of the encyclopedia. And you? Well, you reminded him to take care of himself, caring for him in a way that he never really thought to. You balanced one another and for that, you’re forever grateful for your relationship with Spencer.

The only thing that you wish you could change was that damn bed of his. For months, you’ve been asking him to buy a new one. He’s had the same mattress for at least fourteen years, which by the way, the norm for having a mattress is seven to ten years on average. It was a wonder how he didn’t complain about his back hurting all of the time because whenever you slept over, you always woke up sore. And not just from the physical activities you guys participated in the night before. The mattress was old, worn out, and lumpy.

You had asked him a few times to get a new mattress, claiming that he would sleep so much better. And yet, Spencer’s response was always “Yeah but I’m hardly ever home anyways. When I’m not on a case, I’m at your apartment, sweetheart,” and well, it’s not like you could argue with that logic because it was true.

Earlier in the day, Spencer had called you, asking if you wanted to come over and watch him build something. And of course, you said yes, assuming it was a puzzle of some sort and those were always so fun to do together. What you hadn’t expected when you knocked on the door, however, was a sweaty Spencer answering the door in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants.

That’s how you found out he bought a new bed and was putting it together as you were now sitting at his desk, the chair turned to face Spencer as he concentrated on the task at hand. “Did you know,” Spencer began as he screwed in one of the screws. “that a circle bed gained popularity in the 20th century for its futuristic design?” He asked, shaking his head to get his hair out of his face.

You heard him, of course, you did, you always listen to your boyfriend. But truthfully, you were so busy gawking at the outline of his cock in the grey sweatpants to care. “Oh really?” You replied, tilting your head and biting your lip as you looked at him.

Spencer let out a slightly strained “Mhm,” as he lifted the round metal piece, connecting it to the other. “And there’s a theory that the lack of corners can promote a sense of security and relaxation,” he exclaimed.

It was hard to pay attention. Your usually nerdy boyfriend, who hated anything and everything related to physical activity, was building a whole ass bed and not just any bed, but one of the more complicated beds simply because he loved the vibes of it. God, you felt like a slut with the way your cunt was throbbing, begging to be touched.

When Spencer finally finished building the bed frame, he lugged the mattress on top of it, which by the way, looked to be quite heavy. You audibly whimpered, unable to control the noise escaping your lips as you watched the way Spencer’s muscles flexed. And when Spencer finished, he turned to look at you, noticing the way your thighs were clenched and biting your lip. It wasn’t rocket science to see that you were incredibly turned on right now.

“Are you alright?” Spencer asked, catching his breath as he stood up straight, stretching his back.

You watched the way he flexed before actively looking at his cock. “Mhm,” you said, keeping your gaze on the sweatpants. You swallowed as you thought about having his cock in your mouth. “I think you deserve a treat for your hard work,” you smirked, meeting Spencer’s gaze as you stood up from the chair and walked over to him.

Spencer hummed, grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss onto the back of it before grabbing your hips, and holding you close to him. “Yeah?” He asked, smirking back at you. “And what does this treat entail?”

You let out a tiny giggle, leaning in to gently kiss Spencer’s lips before pulling away, and going down onto your knees. Spencer’s eyebrows rose slightly but the amused smirk on his lips remained. You didn’t hesitate to kiss Spencer’s happy trail, the small bit of hair that blessed his naval area before dropping your head lower, kissing above the waistband of Spencer’s sweatpants.

“Been wanting to suck you off all day,” You breathed out, bringing your hand up to palm him through his pants, causing Spencer to gasp. “You look so good in these pants,” you licked your lips, feeling the way he hardened underneath your touch. “And the way you looked while building the bed.” Without saying anything else, you replaced your hand with your mouth, glancing up at Spencer through your lashes as you mouthed his cock through his pants.

Spencer let out a groan, looking down at you. “God, sweetheart,” He said, swallowing. “Been so needy for me all day?”

You hummed in response, hooking your fingers on the waistband of Spencer’s sweatpants. You pulled away from Spencer’s cock enough to pull his pants down, the material falling to his ankles. And this was how you found out that he hadn’t been wearing boxers this entire time. So you let out a whimper. “You knew,” You exclaimed, looking up at him to see the way he was grinning at you cheekily.

“I may have done it on purpose,” Spencer exclaimed, putting his hand on your cheek and caressing the skin. “I see the way you stare at me in these pants. I thought…why not make a show out of it today?”

“Boo, you whore,” You replied but your tone had no heat in it as you looked back at Spencer’s cock. The tip was already red and leaking precum, a signal of how he had been thinking about this all day. And who were you to deprive your amazing boyfriend of such goodness if he’d been so clearly wanting it all day?

You gripped his cock, dipping your head to lick a strip from the base to the tip, causing Spencer to hiss in pleasure. You swirl your tongue around the tip, licking the slit of his tip a few times, before easing your mouth onto his length. You made it about halfway before stopping, moving your head back up.

Your movements were slow at first, almost teasing. Spencer let out a low moan, closing his eyes as he threw his head back, facing up at the ceiling. “Sweetheart,” he murmured, licking his lips as he focused back on you again. His hand went to your hair, entangling his fingers into the strands.

You got into a rhythm, moving your head faster up and down Spencer’s length as your hand began stroking whatever didn’t fit in your mouth. Spencer moaned loudly, watching you with a look of pleasure. “Feels so good, baby,” he groaned, unable to help the subtle movement of his hips as he thrusted into your mouth gently.

You hummed around Spencer’s cock, causing him to whimper from the vibrations. You could tell he was close with the way his cock was stiffening. And when you expected him to finish in your mouth, Spencer pulled away, removing his cock from your mouth, leaving a trail of saliva. You looked up at him with a confused look. “What-“ You began.

“I’m going to fuck you,” Spencer breathed out, grabbing your hands and helping you stand up. “Want to feel your pussy around my cock. Is that okay, baby?”

You certainly weren’t going to say no. Which is how you ended up christening the new bed with your head buried in the mattress and ass in the air as Spencer pounded into your pussy from behind mercilessly. His thrusts were hard and fast, showing how desperately he had truly craved you. “O-oh my god,” you moaned into the mattress.

Completely unrelated to sex, the new bed was really comfortable and you’ll probably sleep so well tonight.

“You’re so wet, sweetheart, holy shit,” Spencer groaned as his cock moved in and out of you.

The feeling of Spencer’s length inside of you was heavenly, to say the least. After spending the day watching Spencer shirtless and in grey sweatpants, it was needed. And thank god, you were on birth control because you did not bother looking for a condom.

“Feels so good, Spence,” you whined, gripping the mattress below you. Thank god Spencer hadn’t bothered to make the bed yet because otherwise, the sheets would be ruined from your sweat and juices.

“Yeah?” Spencer asked, thrusting particularly harsh, his cock hitting your g-spot.

You let out a very loud moan, one ranging towards nearly pornographic. Your eyes practically rolled back into your skull as Spencer pounded into you. The bedroom was filled with the sound of your moans mixed with the slapping of skin and the squelching of your pussy. “I-I love it so much,” you whimpered out.

Spencer hummed in response, gripping your hips tighter. “Me too, sweetheart,” he moaned.

You could feel yourself getting close with the way Spencer’s cock kept grazing your sweet spot. And with how Spencer’s pace began to be more frantic, you knew he was close as well. It wasn’t long before you were clamping down on his length, letting out a choked-moan before saying his name repeatedly as your toes curled with the most mind-blowing orgasm you have had in a while. Spencer followed suit, burying himself deep inside of you as he came, holding you tightly as he whined your name.

When you both finished, Spencer pulled out, collapsing on the new mattress right next to you. The two of you were silent for a bit, catching your breath. You rolled onto your back, looking up at the ceiling.

And after a bit of quiet, Spencer decided to break the silence. “You know, circle beds allow for more flexible sleeping positions,” he said, glancing over at you. “I’m sure that applies to sex as well.”

“Spencer, is this your way of saying you want round two?” You asked, giving your boyfriend an amused smile.

He grinned cheekily at you, nodding his head before moving himself on top of you. “Do you want to test it out?”

So of course you said yes and the rest of the day had been spent trying many different positions on the new bed. It was safe to say that sleepovers at Spencer’s apartment became more frequent.

[twst-aceofhearts]

May I request a platonic fic between RIddle and reader where they're siblings? And the reader teaches an elective course at NRC? :>

Have a wonderful day, and wear your seatbelt!

🌸 anon

Professor by Day, Menace by Relation

𝖆/𝖓: I love this prompt, I'll do this with Azul too :> and this is strictly platonic, age gap is around 8 years

𝖙𝖜: none.

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: riddle x older sibling!reader

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘: 1573

𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖘: @luxaryllis @thegoldencontracts @waterthatsmoe @oya-oya-okay @writingattemptsxx

You didn’t expect to see your little brother barging into your classroom after hours.

Yet there he was — Riddle Rosehearts, Housewarden of Heartslabyul, standing at the doorway with his arms crossed, his lips pressed into a familiar line of disapproval that mirrored your own when you were younger.

“You said you were going to be done at seven.”

You blinked at the clock on the wall. 8:24 p.m. Ah.

“I was going to be done,” you said sheepishly, setting down your chalk. “Then Grim knocked over the herb cabinet and I had to make sure none of the samples were poisonous.”

Riddle stepped inside and shut the door behind him with precision, as though sealing a vault. “Why are you even teaching here? You had a perfectly respectable job in the Queendom of Roses.”

You looked at him over your reading glasses. “I like it here. The students are interesting. The staff has personality. And believe it or not, teaching Elective: Magical Botany and Potion Alternatives is oddly fulfilling.”

He muttered something under his breath. You couldn’t quite catch it, but it sounded like “reckless” and “undignified.”

You let it go. He’d always had a hard time with change—especially when it came to you.

When you were kids, you were the only one allowed to sneak sweets into Riddle’s room. The only one he didn’t snap at during his study sessions. The only one who remembered to pack a blanket in case he fell asleep at his desk.

Now, he was a young man—brilliant, proud, meticulous. He carried himself like someone who couldn’t afford to be a child anymore.

You didn’t blame him. You just missed him sometimes.

“Have you eaten?” you asked, opening a drawer and pulling out a little bento box you had set aside.

He glanced away. “I was going to.”

“You were going to,” you repeated with a sigh. “So was I. But neither of us did, huh?”

He didn’t answer, but he came to sit at your desk anyway, watching as you unwrapped the bento and pushed it toward him.

It had apple slices. You always remembered.

He stared at them.

“…You still do this,” he said quietly. “Cutting them like roses.”

You smiled. “Habit. I figured if I ever forgot, you’d give me a lecture on presentation.”

He hesitated. Then, in an uncharacteristically soft voice, “Thank you.”

The room was quiet except for the ticking of the wall clock and the occasional clink of chopsticks.

“I heard from Professor Trein,” Riddle said between bites. “You got two students to submit their projects early. He sounded impressed.”

“That’s because I bribed them with extra credit and muffins.”

He choked.

You handed him a cup of water, deadpan. “Relax. They were chamomile muffins. Good for stress.”

“…You’re terrifying.”

“And you’re dramatic.”

A smile crept onto both your faces.

When he finished, he wiped his mouth, set the chopsticks down with care, and looked up at you.

“…I’m glad you’re here,” he admitted, voice small. “Even if your class is a little… unconventional.”

“Unconventional is my specialty.”

“I know,” he said. Then, quieter: “It was always easier when you were around.”

That surprised you. Not because you didn’t believe it, but because Riddle rarely said things like that out loud.

You set your papers aside, fully giving him your attention. “Do you want to talk about something?”

He hesitated.

Then:

“I lost my temper again. With Ace and Deuce.” He closed his eyes briefly, shame flickering across his face. “I didn’t overblot, of course. I’m not that foolish. But I—I could feel it. The pressure. The noise.”

You stood and gently ruffled his hair, like you did when he was a kid—back when he used to bury his face in your shoulder and cry over scraped knees or scoldings from Mother.

To your surprise, he let you.

“You’ve gotten better, Riddle. But even good people lose their temper. You’re not a failure for slipping.”

“…Then what am I?”

“Human,” you said softly. “Someone who’s trying. And someone I’m very proud of.”

He looked up at you, eyes a little red at the corners, but he didn’t cry. Not tonight. He simply gave a sharp nod, shoulders straighter, breathing easier.

“…If I come here sometimes,” he said at last, “just to talk… would that be alright?”

You smiled. “Always.”

That night, you walked him back to Heartslabyul. The stars were out, and for a brief moment, he looked like the boy you remembered—not the housewarden, not the prodigy, but just Riddle. Your little brother.

And when he turned to say goodnight, he paused, then added in a quiet voice,

“Next time… I’ll bring the tea.”

You chuckled. “Just don’t bring those sugarless biscuits. I still have trauma.”

He rolled his eyes, but he was smiling when he shut the gate behind him.

You weren’t expecting to see Riddle in your classroom on a Thursday morning—especially not in the back row, arms folded, lips thin, and trying (failing) to blend in with a group of groggy second-years.

“Don’t mind him,” you told the class, adjusting your glasses. “He’s just observing.”

“That’s the Housewarden of Heartslabyul,” one student whispered loudly to another.

“I thought it was a porcelain doll,” someone else muttered.

You coughed. Loudly.

“Anyway!” you clapped your hands. “Today we’re covering ‘Magical Plants and Mood Stabilization.’ Open your books to page 63.”

Riddle didn’t move a muscle. You were ninety percent sure he had already read this book cover to cover and was now judging your every word.

The lesson flowed smoothly—for a while.

You were halfway through explaining how moonlotus leaves can be used to subtly stabilize a brewing stress-relief potion when someone in the back raised their hand.

“Yes, Caelum?”

The boy smirked. “So, Professor, what’s it like teaching your little brother? Does he get automatic extra credit or just personalized rose-cut apples?”

You paused, then shot Riddle a deadpan glance.

He looked personally offended. “I would never accept such inappropriate favoritism—!”

“Which is exactly what someone with nepotism privileges would say,” Caelum quipped, and a few students laughed.

Riddle bristled.

You held up your hands before it escalated. “Relax. I grade him much harder than the rest of you.”

Riddle sputtered. “You don’t even grade me!”

“Exactly.”

The students howled.

Riddle sank slightly in his seat, clearly regretting life decisions that brought him here.

Later, during the practical component, you had everyone brewing a basic calming tonic infused with powdered moonlotus. Riddle watched silently, arms crossed, as the students measured, stirred, and grumbled.

“You don’t usually hover like this,” you said as you passed him, checking in on a student’s simmering cauldron.

“I was curious,” Riddle muttered. “Your students seem… comfortable with you.”

“I let them make jokes. Within reason.”

He frowned. “That’s a dangerous precedent. You’re their instructor.”

“Yes, and I’ve managed to avoid being overthrown so far. Small victories.”

You smirked and handed him a clean mixing spoon. “Here. Make yourself useful.”

Riddle blinked. “You want me to help?”

“Only if you think you won’t ruin someone’s brew with that terrifying perfectionism.”

“…Fine.”

It didn’t take long before more teasing started.

“Riddle-senpai, can you stir this for me? I want that Heartslabyul precision~.”

“Don’t let him scowl at your potion too long, it might curdle!”

“Did your sibling make you come here? Blink twice if you're being held hostage.”

You snorted as Riddle turned an alarming shade of pink.

“I didn’t sign up to be your class mascot,” he grumbled, helping a flustered student correct their ratios with immaculate skill.

You leaned close enough that only he could hear. “They’re just teasing you because they’re jealous they can’t roast me without getting detention.”

He glanced at you. “You wouldn’t actually give detention for that, would you?”

“Oh, definitely. But I’d also bring cookies the next day to confuse them.”

“…You’re terrifying.”

You smiled sweetly. “And you love me.”

He didn’t answer, but the corner of his mouth twitched—just barely.

By the end of the class, the potions had been bottled, labeled, and safely stored. You dismissed the students with reminders to please not test the potion on their roommates without consent.

As they filed out, several shot parting remarks Riddle’s way.

“Come back soon, Rosehearts-senpai!”

“Bring snacks next time! Sibling discount!”

“Professor, can we have Riddle Week? Where he does all your lectures and wears a silly apron?”

You waved them out with amused exhaustion.

Riddle, meanwhile, looked like he’d aged five years.

“Do they always act like that?” he asked flatly.

“Only when they like someone,” you said, packing up your notes. “They were very quiet around Professor Crewel. You, on the other hand… you’re roastable.”

“I’m never coming back here,” he muttered, following you to the door.

You held it open for him. “You’ll be back next week. You still owe me tea.”

He grumbled something about poor life choices but didn’t argue.

As you walked through the hall, he fell into step beside you, his expression unreadable.

“…They’re not bad,” he said eventually. “Your students.”

You smiled. “I’ll take that as high praise.”

He nodded once, then — just as you reached the hallway fork toward Heartslabyul — he paused.

“…You really don’t give me extra credit?”

You gave him a long, slow look.

Then burst out laughing. “Oh, Riddle.”

He scowled but couldn’t quite hide the tiny smile at the corners of his mouth.

credit to @cafekitsune for divider