#does anyone know how long it takes before you lose all your skill

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I HAVE DRAAWWWWNNN

Normally I would at least render it a bit but I didn’t have time to actually do lineart properly I’ll render it after seven months ig fuck

Also if anyone sees this does tumblr let you make another blog but under the same account cuz I think I heard that somewhere, and if yes how?

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How do you think the dorm leaders would react to an rsa student leading/kidnapping the prefect to take them away from the 'villains', and when tracked down to a ledge and arguing with saud dorm leaders, the prefect defends them before getting accidentally pushed off? Just the look of horror on their face before they fall, reaching out for them? Ala gwen in spiderman

(I'm not going to do every dorm leader bc I normally have a cap of 5 characters per ask so if the leader you'd like to see isn't here, please feel free to send in another request

these are also all super long so they're under a cut)

Azul Ashengrotto:

Azul had been thinking since the moment you’d been taken. He figured it must be someone with a personal grudge against him, rolling his eyes at the platitude that you would be safer with them than him. The twins are even considering less annoying while he’s plotting out what to do, trying to find a way that wouldn’t leave him vulnerable to another strike while also procuring you from your kidnappers. The fact they even agreed to a meeting proved to Azul that they were a devious soul, hidden behind a mist of chivalry when their wants were just as selfish as anyone at NRC. He comes into the conversation thinking he has everything under control, not in the least bit surprised when it turns into a real fight; his magic is at the ready, hand raised and prepared to do what he must to end this when you move outside of his predictions. He would have to viciously scold you for this later but he’s too worried to think about the angry rant he’ll go on for not just trusting in him to be ready no matter what. When you’re tumbling to the ground, he squeezed the handle of the broom he had brought with him, hating the concept of being in the air but feeling even more sick about all his hard work being for nothing (meaning: he would be heartbroken and would not know what to do with himself should you end up perishing on him here). It’s a little washy, but the carefully thought out Plan B ended with you scooped in his arms, his flying wobbly at best but once there’s a safe place to land you feel much safer with him around. When you ask what might happen to the RSA student Azul simply smiled, telling you not to worry about it as Jade and Floyd wouldn’t leave behind a single trace of what occurred that night.

Idia Shroud:

Idia is fighting a storm of emotions, doing his best to not to lose his cool in such a fragile situation. He had to observe the options before him carefully, hoping his perception skill was high enough to afford him a break. It felt like having someone ripped away from him again, the past repeating before his very eyes, and while he knew the stakes were much less serious than the previous situation he’d gone through, it still set his anxiety through the roof. He considered begging you to just stay in your room like he did so he wouldn’t have to worry about you putting yourself in danger (his thoughts darting away from the concept of you just living in a room with him). Idia isn’t used to sticking his neck out for someone else but he knew you, and he knew defending him if the moment called for it would come to you as easy as breathing. He had Ortho prepared for any QTE’s that might be outside of Idia’s control, thankful that the second controller was plugged in before he arrived as you did exactly as he predicted. He can see the fear on your face and while he does want to call out to you to let you know you’ll be safe, it would be better to keep the enemy unaware of the surprise attack awaiting once Ortho got you to safety. With you out of the way Idia felt much more at ease, the sharp grin on his face appearing almost manic to his enemy, who found themselves wondering if they should follow you off the ledge.

Leona Kingscholar:

Leona was doing his best to keep a poker face on. When it came to others thinking they were better than him, he was no stranger, but to know they had taken away someone he loved—he was prepared to show them what a real villain looked like. He navigated the situation carefully, this was just a risky game of chess in his eyes but he didn’t realize quite how risky it was until your life was dangling right before his eyes. He’s not unaware of how something can change in the blink of an eye, the scale could tip in either direction but he had to be prepared. He’s always been quick on his feet and there’s nothing in this world that he’d put more effort into than assuring your safety, even pushing himself to the brink of his magical abilities when he cushions the dramatic fall that easily could’ve stolen your life. The person preaching to him from above has only cemented his view that those who soar so high above don’t consider their own actions as evil, always for the ‘greater good’ which meant you were better off dead than with a ‘villain’ like him. He can’t help but scoff, eyes darker than you’ve ever seen them as there’s an unspoken promise hanging in the air: he would kill them without hesitation if they were to ever touch a hair on your head again.

Malleus Draconia:

Malleus was shocked at first, secretly hurt, that people on the outside could look in at your relationship with him and consider him a danger to you. He was careful around you, always protective and caring and wanting what’s best for you, so how could that be misconstrued? It made his blood boil to think about your kidnapper trying to turn you against him, and he felt even more powerless when your life was in someone else’s hand so he had to act with caution. He approached with an air of calm that was betrayed by his eyes, the smile not quite reaching them as he greeted your captor politely. He didn’t think he could lead them into a false sense of security because everyone knew to be on guard against him, but he’s surprised the coward even showed their face again. He’s even more surprised to see you attempt to sacrifice yourself for him, reaching out for you and feeling helpless again as you slip right through his fingers; he refused to lose, his hands moving quicker than his brain was as he cast a last ditch effort spell to stop your fragile human body from becoming a stain on the ground. He’s relieved to see that his quick thinking had resulted in saving your life, the vines wrapped around your arms and legs like a comforting hug. He’s thankful he learned how to use the spell without including thorns, but his thoughts are now elsewhere, turning to look at his enemy with bright eyes and an even brighter smile. He tells them they should feel quite lucky that you’re in one piece, as if you had died, Malleus would have tormented their family for generations to come, if he allowed them to exist after this at all.

Riddle Rosehearts:

Riddle is trying to keep his cool, as Trey advised it was best he do so, but it was hard not to feel anger for the complete disrespect that was being shown. How could they think taking you away from your education would be the best route? From a place that you were thriving? If they thought he was doing a poor job as a dorm leader helping you, than they could’ve offered the criticism personally rather than causing you to break a hundred rules within the span of a day. He has to stop himself from raising his voice or going on a rant when he sees how frightened you are, feeling baffled again that this RSA student considered themself some sort of savior when they weren’t taking you into consideration at all. Even he had to learn a lesson or two in regards to it, and he considers it his turn to teach that lesson, challenging them to a duel that would decide where you would end up. Riddle, trusting in his opponents intent to have an honest duel, turned his back to get in place but is shocked to hear the other person winding their spell up already. Your interference is the only reason he’s in one piece but it was at the sacrifice of your own well-being; Riddle cried out your name, nearly panicking as he missed your hand by milliseconds. He can hear the chanting in his head, the word ‘failure’ stamped with bolded red letters, and he nearly lost himself in grief until he sees that Trey and Cater had tailed him. Now that he knew you were safe his face began to grow red, his complete rage turned on the RSA student who would learn the true definition of ‘off with your head’!

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Moi Devochki: NSFW Alphabet, Alpha Natasha

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Despite what she’d have you believe, she's a cuddler. After helping her Omegas clean up and get settled, she's pulling you both as close as possible and keeping you wrapped up in her strong embrace. There's a security in knowing that you're both near, a security she no longer takes for granted. And though she’d probably deny it, she also highly enjoys words of affirmations and declarations/reminders of yours and Wandas love for her. 

And she of course cares for both her mates in their desired ways, being sure to offer up as many sweet words as possible along with the same reminders of love that she seeks, as well as caressing you both softly until you all drift off to sleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Her favorite body part is her arms. She works tirelessly in the gym to keep them in peak shape, and she's very proud of where she's gotten them. So to be able to hold the two Omegas she cares for most within those very arms is very fulfilling. She feels like as long as you and Wanda are there, within her hold, then nothing bad could possibly happen. And she knows if anyone ever tried anything, she'd easily deck whoever it was causing you or Wanda strife.

Her favorite body part of both yours and Wandas is your/her thighs. What can she say, she's an Alpha that knows what she likes. And she loves thighs. She enjoys their plushness, how they wrap around her head or waist when she's pleasuring you/her, how they tremble when you/her are cumming, and how all it takes is a few touches to them to get either of you riled up.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She's used to producing a large amount of semen when she cums, that's just how an Alphas biology works. But she was rather unprepared for just how much her output would increase when her Omegas were in heat. She produces enough then that it causes her balls to get a bit heavier and ache, but perhaps that's just what happens when you claim two Omegas and must satisfy both when mating.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

To her embarrassment, before the three of you got together, she had to sneak off quite a few times after training to relieve herself. At first it was just when she’d get one of you in a certain position by accident or when one of you would end up brushing up against her. But after a while it was simply enough to just watch the two of you spare together.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Being raised in the Red Room unfortunately made her experienced at quite the young age. She can very easily work someone up with her words alone, and her hands and tongue are beyond skilled. She can pleasure you and Wanda multiple times before even sinking her cock into you. But once she does do that, its an even ore incredible experience. She knows exactly how to move, what to say and where to touch. Though she is still learning a few details about each of your preferences.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

She's torn between missionary and doggy. She loves the closeness and comfy feelings that missionary evokes in all three of you, and she does enjoy being able to look her mates in the eyes. But there's just something about doggy that gets her feeling more primal, and she loves being able to just let lose and feel that side of herself as she fucks either of you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It really depends on the mood set by her mates. She can crack a few jokes or tease if either of you are feeling jovial. And she does love being able to share laughs and smiles while in such vulnerable situations. But she can also be straight to the point and no nonsense. Usually though, this only happens to an unbendable degree when something is bothering her or when she's in her ruts. A horny and pent up Alpha is nothing to play with.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

She has a happy trail from her belly button down to her bush, which she lets grow freely since its not too wild . And yes, the carpet matches the drapes. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Surprisingly to her, she's found that she is actually quite romantic. She has a very big soft side that just yarns for love. To both show it and bask in it, and once she knew you both wanted to be hers that soft side showed itself.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

In the rare times that she does masterbate she always cums with a moan of “Omegas!” Because even if you or Wanda aren’t directly responsible for giving her pleasure at that moment, there's no one else on her mind other than her mates.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

She has a bit of a possessive side, especially after everything that happened with Steve, and she's not afraid to let that be known. She enjoys reminding both of you that you are hers and she isn’t afraid to leave hickies or have either of you leave scratches in places that are noticeable to the rest of the team.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Her favorite place is your shared nest. Not just because it's where she first had you both and was able to claim you, but also because of its comfort and scents. The bed is nice, but nothing compares to an Omegas safespace that they welcome their Alpha into.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When it comes to you and Wanda there's frankly not much that doesn’t turn her on. But she's especially a fan of when either of you becomes a bit handsy with her, squeezing her ass or groping her bulge when you're wanting her is a quick way to have her hard and twitching.

Being vocal about wanting/needing her is also a favorite. She just loves hearing you both tell her what you want//need from her, or how you want her to touch/take you. It drives her wild in the best possible way.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

She absolutely under no circumstances would partake in impact play or weapon play. Both of these things were not only used against her in the Red Room by superiors, but she was also made to use such tactics. She always hated it, and it made her feel so uncomfortably small. She never wants to relive those memories, nor does she want to cause you or Wanda to feel as she had so these kinks are off the table.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She prefers to give. She loves being able to taste her Omegas and bring them pleasure with only her mouth. She is very skilled with her tongue, but she's always eager to see if there's even more for her to learn about how best to pleasure you both.

But she certainly enjoys receiving it as well. Seeing either of her mates on their knees before her with her cock in their mouth as they hollow their cheeks is a sight and sensation like none other.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Normally she prefers things slower and sensual. She sees no need to rush intimacy with her mates, and believes the more time spent slowly appreciating each other only strengthens your bonds. However this all flies out the window when her rut hits, and during that time she tends to be faster and rougher.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She loves quickies, and especially so when she's in rut. Normally she indulges in them a fair amount, as she finds it very hard to keep her hands to herself when her Omegas just look so good. When in rut it's not unusual for her to indulge in several a day through her ruts duration.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

She's more than willing to experiment and take risks as long as it's within her and her mates comfort levels. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Her stamina is very impressive and is likely due to her intense training. She has more energy than even she's prepared for sometimes and therefore she can last anywhere from two rounds to seven before needing a break. And during her ruts she can last even longer, going for hours at a time.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

The only toy she currently has is a pocket pussy. Usually she uses it on herself in those rare times that she masturbates, but sometimes you or Wanda will hold it and stroke her with it. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She likes to tease on occasion, but its never for long because she often finds herself just as needy/turned on as whichever Omega she's teasing.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She's quite vocal, always letting out praise or grunts/groans. And she lets out moans when she's really feeling good. She's loud enough that she can be heard by you and Wanda, but it's not loud enough to alert anyone else on what's happening. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

When she masturbates she loves playing with her knot. It's so sensitive and touching/teasing it with her hands evokes a unique feeling of pleasure that was only ever replicated once she felt what it was like to bury her knot in her mates pussies.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

She has multiple scars from both her time in the Red Room and her early Shield days. Some are from bullets, others from knives or explosions. She can at times be insecure about how marred her skin is, but you and Wanda always reassure her. She also has quite a few freckles across her body. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Quite high. She finds it incredibly hard to resist her Omegas, and she honestly wouldn’t even want to. Thankfully her mates' drives match her own.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not very quickly. She loves to care for her mates, helping clean them up and cuddle them before she allows herself to get comfortable and drift off to sleep. There are however times, like when she's in her ruts, that she fucks until exhaustion and will just pass out, and she always feels terrible about it even though you and Wanda don’t truly mind.

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Josh Futturman x Reader Headcanons

= Character: Josh Futturman

= Media: Show!Future Man

= Prompt: N/A

= Description: Just !Platonic & !Romantic mixed Headcanons!

= Request: N/A

= Tags: Fluff ! Headcanons, Shy/Awkward Josh, Romantic + Platonic, Established Relationship, Some Comfort + Reader is !GN

= Warnings: None.

= Please Read my INTRO before interacting !

Josh has always struggled to maintain relationships, including ones with friends. Not only because he's incredibly socially awkward, but his escapism within videogames plays a major factor. So, he treasures what he has with you much more seriously than anyone you knew.

Rambles about his games all the time. His interests are something you can never get him to shut up about. Josh is usually into strategies, lore & development, his favorite being "Biowars", which you already knew had quite the reputation for being a challenging videogame.

He's pretty bubbly, especially around you. Josh is an absolute sweetheart and will get flustered at almost anything. His childish personality roots out much more when you're around, mostly because Josh feels more comfortable.

He isn't very open about his feelings, mostly because he's afraid of losing people. Josh desperately wants to be a part of something and refuses to mess it up somehow. Josh, however, is very different when you're opening up. He'll advise, comfort and try to cheer you up. (It's actually crazy how good his advice is sometimes.)

Josh is content with following you anywhere, as long as it doesn't involve his house or hear his parents. If I'm going to be honest, if he's particularly choosing somewhere to lounge, it'd be an arcade. It's a field where he specializes in and he can impress you easily. It's also somewhere he can discard his low self-esteem and indulge in his skills.

Praise is like a drug to Josh. Compliments or any sight of you liking him (or what he's doing), he feels intense dopamine. He really enjoys making people happy.

He's pretty charismatic sometimes, even when he's not trying to be. Josh is usually awkward when directly talking to somebody with a set question or goal in mind, but when he needs to go with the flow, it's much more grounded. With you in mind, Josh is much more relaxed, so he isn't as shy as he is with strangers.

Wouldn't exactly say he's very affectionate, but he wouldn't mind hugging either. Again, Josh is pretty awkward, and I doubt he rarely showcases soft intimacy around anyone (whenever it's platonic or romantic). He would love to do it, but he's very shy. Though, he isn't afraid to try. If you ask, he's perfectly fine with holding your hand or sitting close.

As I mentioned, Josh is very tentative on affection, especially receiving it, but he loves getting his hair and face touched. Dude needs love.

Digs through your trash. He doesn't have any ill intents, but Josh will take time out of his day to scavenge through waste instead of asking you a minor question. I know I mentioned he's very relaxed around you, but Josh definitely overthinks, especially with relationships. He tries his best.

Will cry real tears of joy if you ever give him something. Josh really appreciates gifts, no matter who it's from. Even if it's not game related, he's definitely holding onto it for a while. (Bonus Points If: It's an animal toy, a decoration or handmade.)

Romantically speaking, he enjoys kissing you or indulging in anything sweet. A lot of giggling & sweet talk. Josh isn't very experienced in relationships like this, so he tried to wing it. Needless to say, he probably gets advice from Google images and it's adorable to see him try his best to impress you.

Will always defend you, even if he fails miserably. Absolute trooper.

Josh will one hundred percent get emotional at any piece of film he is watching with you. Especially if it's a game cutscenes and it involves animals.

Huge softie. I don't think Josh can handle saying anything remotely mean to you or reviving it. If he does, expect a flood of apologies.

Can get way into character sometimes, whatever context this is. You know what I'm talking about.

Very clingy. No other words.

Lastly, he'd definitely call you nicknames in the cutest way possible. If he lets you call him "Joshy", you've probably earned the highest pillar of his trust.

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Lavender Haze

Summary: Y/N and Haymitch take a pill in the Capitol. Set in the Moves & Countermoves universe but can be read as a one shot.

Warning: 18+ ONLY MDNI alcohol/drug use, p in v, praise kink.

“My feet are killing me.” Y/N rushes to the plush chair, in their guest suite.

They were ‘invited’ to a huge party, in the Capitol, all to celebrate him. That’s what they say anyway, truthfully it was just an excuse to bring their favorite lovers out of hiding. It’s been months since the wedding, people are starving for more.

“Here,” Haymitch pulls up a seat, holding out a hand.

“Here what?”

“Gimme your feet.”

“No, it’s your birthday. Shouldn’t be giving me a foot rub on your birthday.” Y/N argues.

“Just give me the damn things.” He pats his lap, as her stilettos go flying.

She brings both feet into his lap, allowing his skilled fingers to work over the throbbing arches. “Mmm.”

Haymitch arches a brow, “that’s the spot?”

“Yeah, don’t stop.” She turns her gaze to the table. There’s a folded note card, beside two lavender pills.

-For a good time.

Y/N scoffs, picking up the offering. “You wanna try it with me?” Not that they need any kind of ‘assistance’ in that department, but it might be fun.

Haymitch shrugs, “what the hell, cheers.”

“Cheers,” she pops the purple capsule into his mouth, before swallowing down her own, with a mouthful of champagne straight from the bottle.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to drink with it.” Not alcohol anyway.

“You’re drinking.”

“I’m an alcoholic.”

Y/N narrows her eyes at him, flopping down onto the bed in her little dress. “How long does it take to kick in?”

“You’re asking me like I’ve done this before.” Haymitch chuckles, coming in hot beside her, glass still in hand.

“Haven’t you?”

“No.”

Her cheeks heat up, realizing her mistake. “Oh.”

“Never had anyone to do it with.”

“I’m sure people wanted to.”

“Yeah, they were all lining up.”

“You’re like hot, hot, Haymitch.”

“That’s Panem’s most powerful aphrodisiac talking.”

“No, that’s me talking.” Y/N counters. “Because this stupid pill is still not doing anything.”

He looks over at her, “there was nobody I trusted enough.”

“But you trust me?”

“I do.”

She gasps, startled by that electric feeling. “Did you feel that?”

“What?” His brow furrows.

“My nipples like… started tingling.”

“Let me see.” He insists, licking his lips as her tits spring free from her dress. “Fuck, angel.”

“Please be gentle.” Y/N gnaws the inside of her cheek, as she moves to straddle his hips.

In a frenzy, Haymitch kisses her once on the mouth and then down the valley between her breasts. Carefully taking her right peak into his mouth, her hips buck against him. “You’re so sensitive.” He blows, over the puckered skin.

“Haymitch,” it is a plea and a warning.

“I’ve got you.” I’ve always got you, I love you.

She keens, gliding her wetness over his erection through their clothes.

“So eager.” His lips trace her jawline.

She moves off him, quickly tossing away her dress and undergarments. His cock is hard, freed from the confines of his clothing and aching for her return. Y/N remounts him with nervous desire.

“I need to be inside you.” I want to live inside you.

She obeys, taking him deep, all the way to the hilt. “I don’t know how-” she’s never been in this position.

“I’ll help you.” He encourages, “find what feels good.”

Y/N lifts her hips, fucking herself experimentally on his cock. Angling herself until he brushes over that spot within her. So fucking deep, it takes her breath away. “Is this ok?”

“It’s perfect,” Haymitch thrusts up to meet her, “you’re perfect.”

She squeals as he slides against her g-spot, a second time.

“So pretty,” Haymitch watches Y/N lose herself in pleasure. Mouth hanging open, breasts bouncing in time with her movements.

Y/N leans forward, sealing her lips over his and fucking him in earnest. Like she means it and can’t get enough.

The noises she makes drive him insane, nipping at her plush lips as they part.

“It feels so good.” You feel so good.

“Good girl, make yourself cum.”

“Haymitch,” her cheeks heat up. Still not caring enough to be embarrassed.

“Look at me.” He cups her face, thumbing over the delicate skin.

She forces her eyes open.

Haymitch holds her gaze, the lids of her eyes heavy with lust. Her brow furrowed, she is close. He can feel it.

“Fuck,” she squeezes her eyes shut.

“Look at me.” He whispers again, tracing his knuckles over her jawline.

Y/N blinks at him. His eyes set on hers, stay with me. So intense, so intimate that she wants to close her eyes. But she stays with him, even as she falls apart.

Haymitch groans at the feel of her clenching around him. The heat of her drives him over the edge, milking him for all he’s worth.

She keeps moving, but slower now. Wanting more, needing it, ignoring the bite of overstimulation.

“Y/N,” Haymitch warns, exhaling through his nose. God, he’s still so hard it hurts.

“Please,” she breathes, “please.”

His fingertips dig into the skin of her hips, holding her steady.

She sobs in protest.

“Shh. I just need a minute, angel.” Haymitch hushes her. Repositioning himself to sit with his back against the headboard. Practiced fingers find her clit, just above the place they are joined. He circles it with his fingers and she jumps.

“Oh!” Y/N presses her lips to his forehead, with a startling amount of affection.

It makes him feel things he shouldn’t. He’s moving faster now, chasing her high.

“Haymitch.”

“I’m right here.” He coaxes her tongue out to play.

“Can I move, please?”

Do whatever you want to me. “Yeah. Go ahead.” I’m yours.

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NSFW BLUE LOCK MATCHUP EXCHANGE — @o-sachi / @chimi-cheese-fries

— Karasu Tabito

✦ What attracts him? Strong-willed individuals who destabilize his judgment and paralyze him on the spot. It means he can’t anticipate your movements or read what you’re thinking.

✦ Typically, any behavior that can send his incisive sarcasm packing.

✦ In fact: the more you push him away, the more you resist… the more he falls under your spell.

✦ And the more he will persist in wanting to learn about you, analyze, understand.

✦ Sometimes, there are things that the mind alone can’t grasp. It requires the physical.

✦ It needs… something that’s not given to everyone.

✦ I swear, the guy has gone to great lengths just to have the right to give you even a caress on the cheek. He’s even become shy, that’s saying something. Him, Karasu, the great assassin on the grass. Reduced to a little bird who doesn’t know anything.

✦ It’s not entirely true. The crow knows what to do once back at the nest.

✦ And in his own particular way, he knows how to take care of someone he loves. It’s just that before you, he didn’t do it often.

✦ But, well. Sarcasm has no impact on you. He’s understood that being sincere is the only way to earn his place by your side.

✦ The fact that you’re particularly difficult and demanding to satisfy represents the greatest challenge in the world for him.

✦ He appears calm in the middle of the grass, but once the door is closed, it’s another story, and you can see how excited the guy is.

✦ Experienced, and it shows, it’s felt. That said, he’s pointed out to you (and it’s almost a privilege given his proud nature) that with you, he feels like he’s losing all his skills. The need to please you above all else sometimes makes him less confident; he takes the time to stop along the way to look up at you and seek your reaction.

✦ He finds comfort in your kisses, your hands in his hair, still full of gel. You enjoy messing up those too-well-styled strands. You savor it because Karasu would never let anyone undo what he spends so much time styling every morning.

✦ Not rough, but in a hurry. And sometimes, in his eagerness, he can forget some manners.

✦ It has happened a few times that he takes you with too little preparation. So he always has to wait for your warm walls to get used to his invasive presence.

✦ Meanwhile, Karasu lies on top of you, breathing frenetically, his sex nestled and impatient. But as long as you don’t give the go-ahead, the assassin won’t move.

✦ And he aims well, this killer. He always knows how to find the most sensitive spot, directing the head of his pleasure there to shake you on the table or against the wall.

✦ He doesn’t care where you do it: as long as you do it.

✦ Quickies between two football sessions.

✦ He loves doing it on the roof against the fence. In the car coming back from the restaurant. The panic of being spotted by passersby, but continuing anyway. In the shower, against the wall.

✦ A fantasy? Doing it quickly in the elevator as the next stop approaches.

✦ A beast at cunnilingus. His precision is incredible, the tip of his tongue: merciless. Just like when he’s on the field, he targets with accuracy and harasses your bud until you’re trembling uncontrollably.

✦ He doesn’t necessarily stop for that. He loves seeing you squirm in every direction and beg him to stop…

✦ And he likes to grab your wrists and throw them over your head, kiss you and penetrate you at the same time, your bodies bumping against the headboard.

✦ "Does it feel good, babe?"

✦ In your moments of ardor, he sometimes scratches the skin of your thighs while holding them. He seems to regret marking you but can’t help feeling a certain satisfaction in marking his territory on your skin when you’re in public. It’s his personal way of letting others know that you belong to him.

✦ He loves when you can’t move and are at his mercy.

✦ His favorite spots to bite? Jugular, thighs, and under your lower abdomen.

✦ He adores your stomach. He often falls asleep there after making love. All your romantic dinners and picnics always end with sensual caresses under the table or under your dress.

✦ He can spend entire hours on foreplay, and in those moments, your good boy likes to disobey all your requests to prolong the pleasure without ever reaching orgasm. Quiet, he tends to stifle all his moans on your skin or in the sheets. And if he knows how to control himself throughout: it’s because he can’t hold back his moans once hit by orgasm. At that point, the whole house hears him.

✦ Sometimes, a window is left open, and the outside world can hear the pleasure that is devouring your insides…

✦ He blushes because he finds his way of climaxing really too loud.

✦ A detail that amazes him: when your thighs close around his cock because his size is always too big for you.

✦ He remains inside you even after he cums. He falls asleep like that because it keeps him warm, he feels at home.

✦ His rare moments of patience are dedicated to accompanying you when you want to try a new position with him. He knows it so well, it’s almost dramatic, and at the same time, the fact that he knows exactly how to position you and use the furniture around you to create the best possible conditions is profoundly seductive.

✦ What he refuses to admit? He fantasizes about seeing you dominate him and ride him. Seeing you lead, impose your rhythm, and prevent him from climaxing. Even forbidding him to do so unless you’ve given the green light. Simply being under your command. After all, Mr. likes strong-willed people. Those who resist, silence him.

✦ He’ll hit the ceiling the day you tell him you want to try more extreme things.

✦ Not that the guy is eager to tie you up everywhere, but… It’s a way for him to regain some control when he’s definitely lost the upper hand with you.

✦ A mix of passionate tenderness and raw honesty. Never mean; he has a principle of refraining from any action that isn’t desired.

✦ Always thinking of you even at Blue Lock.

✦ He has an entire folder of photos of your nudes well hidden on his phone, and damn, he missed them when he was deprived of them upon entering the complex!

✦ The option to "get your phone back" was his first choice when he was finally able to start exchanging his points thanks to scoring goals.

✦ My God, that man jerked off looking at the pictures you left him before you left.

✦ "I missed you so much, baby. Fuck, I came four times in a row."

✦ But the crow still has reserves, and expect him to come looking for you as soon as he gets out of the block.

✦ He’s not the most expressive boyfriend in public, you know, but he furrows his brows as soon as someone gets too close to you.

✦ At that moment, the assassin suddenly becomes very possessive.

✦ He’s the type to make a darkly sarcastic comment when something bothers him because the crow is too proud to say things clearly.

✦ But he always feels guilty about being jealous and apologizes to you.

✦ "What would you like tonight?"

✦ His tactic? Generally, a restaurant and a nighttime stroll by the canal. You know perfectly well that such evenings always end with fireworks in bed.

✦ Incisive on the field and persistent… that’s what others know about him.

✦ But they don’t know that once he’s with you, he turns into someone else.

✦ As I said, he’s not rough but not completely shy either, far from it.

✦ Except that your well-being is of utmost importance to him; he constantly seeks your gaze to check if you’re okay. If he can continue. How you'd like him to do.

✦ For example, on days when you come back exhausted from work. He quickly understands how he can help you unwind.

✦ Silent, he slips behind you to wrap his arms around your waist and nestle his nose into your neck.

✦ He says nothing. He simply lets himself be covered by your scent. It excites him, and after a few caresses on your stomach and breasts, you can feel something pressing against the lower part of your back.

✦ You can’t help but smile. Seeing the desire that consumes your man and the fact that his body can’t lie, especially not to you.

✦ "Were you that jealous when Otoya talked to me?" you murmur, mischief in your eyes.

✦ "Tch. You ask, but you already know. Don’t make me repeat it… I don’t like it when that idiot gets too close to you."

✦ And then your hand glides, seeking the object of his desires that you massage blindly. You know that shape and its contours perfectly. Igniting your man’s fire doesn’t take long.

✦ The crow is receptive but doesn’t have much patience this time, it's been a while (well, one day). His hands go under your thighs, and against the kitchen table, he places you down without hurting you.

✦ And then the dance can start again.

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[itsabouttimex2]

Descendant of the Lady Bone Demon: Part Two

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three)

Maybe they should’ve seen this coming. Maybe there were a few warning signs they didn’t pick up on. Looking back on it now, it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it? All those little things should’ve added up a long time ago.

The way the room grew silent and tense when you walked in, no matter how how exuberant it had been prior. How you manage to sneak up on everyone without even trying, as though you had no presence. The wide berth that strangers give you, even though they can’t explain why. That last one had been particularly strange for your friends. They hadn’t understood why people would treat you so coldly, not back then.

They understand now.

MK has already had so much placed on his shoulders, and all of it was without his asking. The fate of his friends. The fate of the city. The fate of the world. Time after time, countless lives are placed into his hands, and he does his very best to bring them safely through the danger posed by ancient threats and lurking demons.

Once, living out the dream of being a hero had been fun. Back then, all he had to do was master a new power or bust down another bad guy, and then everyone laughed and went on with their peaceful lives. Back when every adventure ended before the day was over and he was back home just in time for Pigsy to start scolding him for being reckless.

But as he grows stronger, so too does his vast array of enemies. As he trains his body and masters his skills, all those who seek to oppose him are doing the same.

Which means higher stakes. More danger. More destruction. More lives on the line day by day. It means that every last friend and companion of his will end up finding themselves in danger just on account of being associated with him. His enemies are rarely noble, most of them willing to target his friends in an attempt to devastate his heart and mind, hoping to leave him mourning and unsettled. He thwarts these attempts one after another, always saving the day in the end.

His greatest fear is that a day will come where he falls short of such an accomplishment.

A fear that the Lady Bone Demon brings to the forefront of his mind. She brings this hidden terror to light, and exacerbates it.

“Foolish child. Do you really think that one person can save everyone from pain and suffering? Or are you truly arrogant enough to believe that your strength alone can forge a better tomorrow?”

She makes him want to be stronger. Smarter. Better. Good enough to protect anyone who’d ever be put in danger. Especially you.

“Y/N! Let’s hang out today! Come on, I’ve got my room set up for a Monkey Cop marathon!” He takes you by the hand, dragging you along after him with a big smile that he struggles to maintain. When he’s sad or upset, he turns to you. In turn, he makes it clear that you can always rely on him to protect you.

If he were a bit more mature, a little more confident and self-assured, he’d make for a wonderful older brother figure. He’s spontaneous, energetic, supportive… and entirely terrified that he might lose you.

That fear drives him to train harder, to work harder… to be someone you are truly and honestly proud of. To be someone you can rely on and turn to in any time of need. He tackles his training with a renewed vigor, all in preparation for the moment that you might need his protecting.

And now that said moment has come, he’s more scared than ever before. The person he fears most bears down on him as he stands in front of the person he fears losing most, and all he can do is hold strong.

“You will not stand between me and my destiny!” The Lady Bone Demon’s voice is furious, her eyes crackling with arcane energy.

The very same eyes that you have. MK doesn’t know exactly what started his suspicions, but your eyes are what confirmed his little hunch. The two of you are related in some way, he’s sure of it.

And with how insistent she is with getting her hands on you, it’s only a further nail into the coffin. There’s no denying that you and the Lady Bone Demon have some sort of connection. But what? Are you her descendant? Did she plant a seed of her essence into your forefathers long ago to ensure that some part of her would go on, and only now is returning to reclaim it? Are you simply powerful enough for her to see use in you? Does she think she could sway you to her side?

There’s a dozen explanations that could be true. However, he has no way to prove which one of them it is, because the Lady Bone Demon is staying tight lipped on why exactly she wants you, perhaps as to not give MK a chance to counter her plans.

It doesn’t matter, MK reminds himself. What she wants with you doesn’t matter. What matters is that she wants you, full stop. And if he can stop her and her well-intentioned plans, then he can save you and everybody else too. All he has to do is push a little harder.

And then?

Maybe he can just… forget about it all. Forget about the Lady. Forget about your nebulous ties to her. And everything can go back to the way it was, when he didn’t jump every time you spoke to him, when he could look into your eyes without feeling like someone had dumped ice down his shirt, when he could fall asleep next to you without waking up in a cold sweat.

He’ll forget all about it, burying it deep inside his brain.

And then things will go back to normal, with you safely under his protection.

Right?

He knows right from the start. I sincerely believe that if someone was the Lady Bone Demon’s descendant, Wukong would be aware the very moment he met them.

A dread chill races down his spine the moment he see you, freezing him for just a second as he contemplates one of his worst fears coming true. The Lady Bone Demon is back.

Except… no, not really. That’s not her at all, is it? You’re just… some kid. With the exact same crushing spiritual pressure that she personally exerted. And the same eyes that she had.

Yeah, this isn’t a coincidence. There’s just no way. He goes off to do some digging, but not before subtly tasking MK with keeping an eye out for you while he searches for anything that could prove your ties to one of his greatest enemies.

And this is Sun Wukong we’re talking about, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven. It doesn’t take him very long, whether through cleverness and trickery or sheer brute force.

Maybe the monkey demon twists a few heavenly arms to get the information he wants. Maybe he utilizes the 72 Transformations to eavesdrop on a keeper of records. Maybe he’s just got a sacred book of lineage hidden away in some pile of junk somewhere.

However he does it, he gets the job done well, with just the conclusion he’s looking for- you are indeed, of the Lady Bone Demon’s blood.

But Sun Wukong has come far from his days before Five Phases mountain. He’s not some vicious demon who bullies those around him, nor does he jump to outright murder as a solution for every last problem.

He’ll give you the benefit of the doubt, just so you can maybe prove yourself to him.

It starts with him crashing at your house without an excuse, he himself writing it off with a very unconvincing “bout of motion sickness” that would supposedly leave him incapable of comfortably riding his cloud back to Flower Fruit Mountain.

His true intention is to see what you’ll do while he’s “asleep”, laid across your couch with his head rested on a cushy pillow, tantalizingly propped-up for one who might wish to try and crush his skull or slice his throat.

Instead, you usher him to a cozy guest room, asking him to call you if he needs anything. He makes use of this several times, asking for food and water to see if you’ll poison it.

But you don’t. There’s no hand-made poison sourced from the Underworld slipped into his peach tea. No sacred knife hidden inside your sleeve. No Heaven-forged needles baked into the slice of pie you bring when he mentions being hungry.

You aren’t a scheming demon, he realizes. You’re just a good kid.

You remind kind to him, even as he intentionally tries to fray your nerves. You don’t snap or argue or whine, instead tending to his false needs with a smile on your face.

He drifts comfortably to sleep in the guest room, stomach satiated and his brain whirling. Before he passes out, he realizes with a pang of sympathy that he’s clearly the first person to have ever slept here. Stocked and furnished comfortably for anyone who might stop by and spend time with you… it’s instead been rotting without occupancy, left unused for what may well have been years.

You aren’t a bad person. You really, really aren’t. You’re just a good kid who clearly needs someone to quell the stomach-turning loneliness that finds you down each path you take.

At first, he decides to be that person out of pity. He stops by sometimes, ducking in to snag a bite from your fridge, engaging in a short but friendly conversation, watching sympathetically as the mere exchange of several sentences boosts your mood to healthy levels.

You start to anticipate his visits, making sure you have food and drink he’ll enjoy on hand. Lots of peach-filled pastries, to nobody’s surprise. Pies, tarts, cookies… it turns out that Sun Wukong has a pretty unabashed sweet tooth. He’s actually somewhat touched that you out in the effort just to make sure that he’ll have something nice to eat when he stops by.

Just as pity went to warmth, slowly that warmth comes to a peak, igniting.

Eventually, he starts taking you back to Flower Fruit Mountain to spend time with you there, trying to acclimate you to an eventual residency there with him to repay every kindness you’ve done for him.

There’s not a single pivotal moment where he realizes that he wants to keep you beside him, just a slow, day by day fall into platonic obsession. He gets attached, hard.

From your point of view, your kindness and determination to forge bonds with those around you has finally earned you a friend.

From his point of view, you’re a lonely, wayward child who needs someone nearby to protect and shelter you.

This is far from the truth, but his delusions grow by the day, in part an innocuous desire to repay your kindness, in part an unhealthy attachment to someone who has no hope of escaping from his grasp.

Really, though… if he did spirit you away, would you complain or argue? Fight or run?

Even if you did, there’s no way you’d get away from him. Just sit back, and let him take care of you, just the way you took care of him.

That’s what family does, after all.

You’re another one of his weird kids. That’s where it starts and ends for Pigsy. You fit snugly between Mei and MK, forming a neat little trio that he wants to both throttle and hug. Just as often as you three make him feel like he’s heading to an aneurysm-induced early grave, you make him feel fulfilled and content. His noodle shop, his two best friends, his three high-energy goofy kids.

Pigsy is happy with the life he has. He’s happy with the life he’s provided for MK. He’s happy to see Mei overcome her insecurities with her family and gain their approval. He’s happy that Sandy has found peace and improved himself. He’s even happy when Tang comes to visit, though he’ll gripe about the man “freeloading” whenever he stops by.

It’s a strange, stressful life that he’s built for himself, but he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

A world he wishes was just a little kinder.

It has served him kindly enough, though. Success, family, friends, some degree of fame. Most things a person can want, Pigsy has in decent abundance.

His problem is the way it treats you.

You’re a good kid. You really are. You’ve been visiting since you were a child, and he’s watched you grow up. If it weren’t for Tang, you’d be his most frequent customer. (Because you actually pay for your food, he calls you his favorite customer, to Tang’s dismay) And because you’ve spent so much time here with him and his family, he has a pretty good feeling he understands you.

Is isn’t just the renowned food you’re coming back for. It’s the company, too.

You always come in alone and drag out your visits to last as long as possible. You make conversation whenever and wherever you get the chance, stretching out these moments of companionship for as long as you can.

You’re lonely. Not for a lack of trying, of course. You try to strike up conversations, try to reach out to others wherever you can. People seem consistently unsettled and unnerved in your presence, immediately looking for an out when you come around. No matter how kind you are or how often you try to make connection, you get left in the dust.

If you aren’t at Pigsy’s Noodles, then you’re alone. So you keep coming back, again and again. Not just for the incredible food, but for them.

For him.

It’s sad, but it warms his heart a little at the same time. You rely on him. Maybe he could go as far as to say that you need him. Who would he be, if he didn’t welcome you with open arms?

Pigsy wants you to be happy. He wants to keep you safe. And eventually, those feelings grind slowly towards wanting to keep you close.

And close he keeps you, there and then, and then, here and now.

Pigsy does not let go of you. Even as the manic wide-eyed man he only knows as “the Mayor” demands your unconscious body from him, talking about “bloodlines” and “destiny” and “the power she requires”, the chef refuses to be parted from you.

Since he can’t run, he has no chance but to stand and fight, wielding a nine-toothed rake with one hand and keeping you slung safely over his shoulder with the other. He’s never been good at fighting, so it isn’t truly an even match. He’s instead trying to block and dodge the Lady Bone Demon’s sycophantic servant, barely warding him off after each blow.

His efforts to hold out eventually do pay out, with MK stepping shortly in to knock the “Mayor” away from you both, punting him across the landscape and then into the ground from there.

Leaving Pigsy to weigh the options left before him. However, it’s not much as much of a struggle as one might assume. You’re a kid, he thinks to himself, holding you close as he examines your bruises and scrapes. You don’t need to know. What would it accomplish? Do you need to know why people fear you? Why they think of you as unapproachable? Why they run away from the kindness and warmth you offer?

Would it help you, to know the reason? No, Pigsy decides. It could only lead to trouble and heartbreak. What if you ran away from both yourself and your friends, and never came back for fear of hurting them? What if you lost the ability to trust yourself? What if you hurt yourself?

He can’t run the risk of losing you. From now on, he’s going to take a much more personal role in your life, very potentially bringing you to live in the restaurant with him and MK.

“You don’t have to worry about those two freaks, kid. Just let me look out for ya, from now on.”

[bidisasterevankinard]

Definitely not seven sentence Sunday(But I don't care)

I want to end this fic as fast as I can as I really wanna post it before next episode, but bucktommy make it so long. it's already 9k and we still not near the wedding which was firstly the point of the fic. TO DANCE ON MADNEY WEDDING. Anyway here is bucktommy after they made love to each other in really long 2,5k words tender sex scene. They are showering and Buck makes Tommy wish his birthday would be tomorrow

I also edited moodboard a little

“I knew you chose me because of my ass,” Tommy says when Buck ends cleaning him, but not putting his hands from Tommy’s ass, just gripping him harder. Tommy just hugs his waist, not moving away from the touch, Buck kind of actually sure he even a little arches into it. 

“Mmmm, no,” Buck kisses the cute nose scrunch Tommy does when he smiles so pretty, “I chose you because you changed my whole worldview with best kiss skills I’ve ever seen,” Buck winks at his boyfriend with the ego he had only during his Buck 1.0 times, but then loses all his breath from how beautiful his boyfriend when he laughs so open with his head tilt back. 

Damn, he’s falling so hard for his man. And no one better even try to stop him. 

“Well, I’m happy my ass is not the main reason you’re with me.”

“Trust me, baby, it’s definitely no more of the big reasons I chose you, than you choosing me because of my tits and long legs.”

Tommy groans, “I knew it was a bad idea to say it to you.”

“Mmm, I don’t think it was such a bad idea to tell me that,” Buck leans to Tommy’s ear. “How else I would know that my idea about surprising you on your birthday with lace lingerie and stockings is actually a good idea?”

Tommy swallows, with his hands tightening their hold on Buck.

“You're joking, right?” Tommy says it with the red and dumbstruck face which tells him his boyfriend definitely doesn’t want him to joke.

“I might joke, I might not,” Buck sings in the most bratty manner he can. “You just have to wait till your birthday next month and see,” with a wicked smirk and wink Buck stops the water and gets out, taking two towels from the dryer.

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[universal-imagines]

✎  ﹝ genshin boys in a college au ﹞

i. zhongli

what better role than that of the young new professor everyone is fussing over?

he carries himself like someone well beyond his years and speaks as if he’s walked the earth for a millennia. his knowledge is extensive and doesn’t just revolve around the subject he teaches, history. he is well-versed in ancient literature, poetry, and is fluent in several languages. it’s no wonder everyone is dying to meet him and have a profound conversation with him.

even you find him intriguing and can’t help but gravitate towards him when you’re both in the breakroom, but you’re determined to find the one thing you know better than him. so far you’ve failed in brewing a better cup of tea than him, knowing how to bind a book (even making the pages from scratch), knowing calligraphy, and picking a lock faster (why does he even need that skill? you’re sure anyone would let him into their home even on a first meeting, probably even give him the codes to all their safes)

tags + notes: professor!zhongli x professor!reader, rivals (one-sided) to lovers, lots of long-winded explanations and awkward encounters in the breakroom

ii. childe

surprisingly he’s the insufferable TA that zhongli handpicked himself. how he thought that guy was the best option when there’s obviously thoma that everyone loves is beyond you. but you have to admit he has a way with words, which is probably why the professor picked him. he could get anyone interested in just about any subject, even a “boring” one like history. and that’s not just a personal opinion either, many students have admitted that the only reason they decided to take the class was because he convinced them.

however, there’s also this weird aura about him. it feels intimidating for some reason, but you can’t quite put your finger on why... and some of your classmates have mentioned being afraid of missing an assignment cause of him. but he seems like a cool guy from your experience, just a little annoying if anything

tags + notes: ta!childe x student!reader, popular x reserved, golden retriever energy x cat energy, endless amount of bickering, childe is always messing with the reader and trying to distract them (all in hopes of getting them to ask him for help after class)

iii. diluc

the first time you saw the redhead wasn’t in class, even though a couple of days later you realized he sat right behind you. in your defense, it’s not like you’re looking behind you during class, but you figure you would have seen him walk into class at least once before. but no, you first saw him at the local bar, he was standing behind the counter with his hair up in a high ponytail. if you were being completely honest, that’s probably why you noticed him there and not in class. in class he wears it in a low and lose ponytail. it doesn’t compliment him at all, but who were you to judge his morning routine.

he’s also a completely different person when he’s not at the bar. in class he’s so serious and keeps to himself, another reason why you probably never noticed him. even at the bar he’s somewhat serious, but at least he offers more than a dry “good morning” there. you’ve even gotten a smile

tags + notes: grumpy x sunshine, forced proximity (they have to work on project together which means meeting up a lot and possibly going to each other’s places), slow burn

iv. kazuha

you’d heard word of that cute boy that performed with his band at the local bar and had caught a glimpse of him once or twice there when visiting your friend diluc. but you never imagined he was the boy you stared at in class, and not cause you thought he was cute or anything you did, it’s just that you always saw him staring out the window, like he longed to be a bird so he could ride the wind and travel to some far off land. other times you’d catch him flipping through a notebook quickly jotting something down, probably lyrics now that you thought about it, and you found it intriguing.

now that you knew he was in a band maybe you could approach him and ask him about it, he seemed friendly enough

tags + notes: band member!kazuha x admirer!reader, reader falls first but kazuha falls harder, he doesn’t realize that all this time he’s been slowly falling for the reader until it hits him like a train and he can’t hide it any longer

v. thoma

thoma is the perfect student. every professor is always speaking highly of him and using him as an example for those that comes after. and yet it’s hard to hate or envy, someone who is willing to let you borrow his notes. in fact, he offers them to you when he notices you’re struggling with a topic. they’re so neat too, color coded and everything. never in your life had notes made more sense to you than the actual professor.

if you weren’t aware of his culinary arts major, you’d have assumed he was studying to be a professor of some kind. helping others came so naturally to him, but so did cooking. there had been plenty of time when he’d brought snacks for the class just cause he felt like it and they were delicious. no wonder the professors loved him, he motivated the class for them

tags + notes: friends to lovers, cuteness overload that’s pretty much it, just lots and lots of fluff

vi. xiao

if it wasn’t because he is literally the quietest person you’ve ever met, you probably would have never noticed xiao in his corner. at first you thought it was because he hated being around people, one of those extremely anti-social people, but you’ve come to realize he is just shy. not the type to fumble over his words, just not the type to initiate a conversation. once you get him talking he’s alright though. still a little awkward with his one word replies, but he’s not a bad guy.

it took you a while to get him to warm up to you, but now it’s like you took in an injured puppy. he even stopped sitting at the very back corner and now comes to sit next to you. the others took it as a free invitation to start talking to him, but he just gives them polite nods and glances their way occasionally. you wonder if it’s because it takes him a while to trust other people

tags + notes: mututal pining, special treatment (you’re the only one that gets to see the talkative side of him and vulnerable), angst (because he’d still have a sad backstory in this au), but it would eventually have lots of fluff

vii. itto

he’s the completely opposite of xiao. while xiao stand outs because he’s so quiet and mysterious, itto stands out cause it’s impossible for him not to. no ones needs to ask him what he’s doing for the day cause everyone can hear him talking about it in the halls. it’s actually surprising just how loud he can be, but that’s the best part of him. he isn’t afraid of putting himself out there. he’s also an overall great guy, whenever he spots someone being left out he’ll include them in the conversation. he does the same for his football games too, invites everyone and gets them cheering even if they don’t care for the sport and makes friends with the opposing team. there have been plenty of time when both teams go out to eat together after the game because of him, regardless of who won or lost.

but his one fault is that he’s not exactly the brightest. everyone loves him, but the professors can only let him off the hook so many times before his grades start suffering...

tags + notes: jock!itto x nerd!reader/tutor!reader, cute moments where the reader patches itto up after a game, that “oh” moment from the reader as they watch itto running on the field, and the “oh” moment from itto as he watches the reader cheer from the stands feeling like he can run on forever

[wannaeatramyeon]

YOOO Can i get Gun having a (kinda)strong reader but is overly sensitive like they get mad easily, they get sad easily, they get happy easily nedbndnsjs take as much time as u need

Of course! Here's a fic/hc mess :)

Gun Park x Sensitive!Reader: Making up

G/N. Soft.

You don't hang around with someone like Goo Kim day in day out without perfecting the art of tuning him out. The high incessant whines and the endless rambles, only developing an ear for the truly useful, pertinent information.

It's a handy skill for dealing with you too.

Preferring to ignore your outbursts, unstable and unhinged when you get going, Gun tends to let you tire yourself out than get involved... At least that's what he thinks.

(He also blames Goo, all the time spent with him, that he has now chosen a partner with a disposition more similar to that blonde chaotic demon than himself.)

Turning a blind eye or deaf ear never lasts long, although Gun will never admit that to anyone including himself. He takes your highest highs with a small smile, and your lowest lows with a deep breath and a reminder to not lose his own cool.

There have been a few times where you have both butted heads, your sensitivity rising and his own disdain for your temperament increasing alongside. However, more often than not, he gives you an inch despite knowing you would take a mile.

(In the beginning, you both tried to resolve any bickering with an actual brawl. After Gun won pretty much every time, you quickly put a stop to that.)

"What's wrong?" slips out his mouth before he can stop it at the first sign of your lip trembling. Even if in the past tears have fallen from watching silly NewTube videos.

Likewise when you're grinning maniacally and laughing, Gun doesn't ask why but the question is apparent on his face and you answer him anyway.

Being able to tune you out is most convenient though when you're mad at him. Half the time it's over something that Gun thinks is completely inane. The other half he believes you're in the wrong.

He ignores you sometimes, like he ignores Goo most of the time. Especially the other night when you perceived something to be a slight and blew it out of proportion. Neither of you have spoken for a few days due to your one-sided argument.

Gun doesn't think he's at fault, does think you're being overly emotional but realises it would just make it worse if he expresses so. He also doesn't dwell on the idea that perhaps you get away with how you are because he indulges you too much.

Case in point, he finds himself in line at your favourite take-out, ordering your favourite meal.

It's not an apology, he reasons with himself as he also picks up your favourite flowers, because he doesn't intend to say 'I'm sorry'. In fact, all of the other times he has never said the actual words.

Yet as he walks back to your shared home, meal and gift secured in hand, it somehow feels like an apology anyway.

[lalovi]

AN: Image: https://pin.it/2VA1PdBU1

Just felt like making this- Kinda for myself as a little break.

Shikanoin Heizou x Reader

Oneshot

Warnings: High School AU, angst, kind of self destruction Heizou.

-Mr. Perfect-

Perfect grades, amazing athletic skills, impeccable looks and president of the school! Heizou Shikanoin really has everything a person could ask for.

That's what majority of the student body will tell you if you ever ask about 'Mr. Prefect.'

And yet... here he is; staring blankly at a wall with the dullest of eyes.

Hah, how selfish could he be?

He's living this perfect life that so many people would kill to have, but he still feels the need to cry.

Why does he even feel like this?

Is it because the mask he's wearing is starting to become one with himself?

Is it because the tape over his mouth has made it hard to breathe?

Is it because no matter how much he sleeps, he's still tired?

Ah, there are so many things that could explain his emotions.

But... there just isn't any time to cry. There's work that needs to be done. There is a perfect person he has to be: and he can't be that if he's busy crying.

"Heizou!!" Called out an enthusiastic voice from the courtyard.

He turned his head to look at the bright voice that snapped him out of his daze, only to see you.

"Oh, hello love!" Heizou gave you a warm and inviting smile.

You smiled back, taking a seat down next to him.

"Need anything?" Heizou asked with the slight tilt of his head.

"Just wanted to see you," you responded.

Heizou nodded his head, that smile never fading from that expression.

How sweet, that you had fallen so hopelessly for him.

But..

Did you fall for Heizou, or did you fall for the mask on his face?

If Heizou showed you who he really was, would you still love him all the same?

Would anyone still love him... if he wasn't perfect?

Surely not... right? After all, they only adored him so much because he seemed so perfect. If he were to become ordinary like everyone else, then he wouldn't be important anymore.

"And so, that's how my day went. What about yours?"

Oh, you had been talking this entire time. Heizou was too zoned out to really catch any of that.

"Ah, my day was perfectly fine. Don't worry about it," he would respond.

You frowned. "Heizou, I'm not stupid," you said irritatedly.

He laughed before giving you a pensive look. "Oh? Whatever do you mean by that, dearest?"

"I see how you zone out. What's bothering you?" Your look softened as you gazed at him, worried.

Heizou met your gaze with a sharp look of his own.

"Love, don't worry your pretty little head about it!" He patted your head playfully.

"You can tell me things Heizou, I hope you know this."

Telling you things means destroying the illusion.

This facade that he had playing for so long!

If he broke it now, he'd not only lose so much, but wouldn't all of this suffering be for nothing?

He just couldn't allow that, no matter what cute little 'self-help' things you said.

Besides, you only cared for the Heizou he let you see, and not the real him.

And truthfully, he just can't let you pry this much. For his sake, and for yours.

"Look, I'm pretty busy. Maybe we can talk about this later?" Heizou asked.

You sighed. "Oh, fine.. Just remember, I'm always open to talk." You gave him a small smile and a wave before walking somewhere else.

Good you were leaving.

It.. hurt to see you go.

But what's an angel without sacrifice? You're just another person who's getting too close to the forbidden truth, even if he let you get this close in the first place...

Really, he was just sparing you from an ugly truth!

Ignorance is bliss after all.

Seriously, just let him be Mr. Perfect.

It would be a lot easier for everyone that way.

[greedandenby]

hi! would you say that sam reid has a good french accent/does a good job of speaking french?

Hi nonny!

Okay so. I'm always a bit loath to answer this type of question because i know how unbelievably hard it can be to learn a new language (having done it multiple times myself). So i'll try to be gentle 😅

Let's put it this way: Sam's French pronunciation is... inconsistent. Some of it is pretty good, some of it is... almost unintelligible to a French speaker (that being said, in some instances this is partly due to mixing and background noises). I don't know what Sam's knowledge of French is in the first place but i seem to remember him saying he wasn't a French speaker at all and that he learnt his lines phonetically. The problem with learning things phonetically vs. actually learning to communicate in that language is that you lose a lot of subtlety in intonation, or in the intention of what you're trying to convey, because you don't fully grasp what each word you're saying truly means in that language and how a native speaker would deliver it. I think this is what happened with Sam, and also Jacob, Delainey, Joseph and several supporting actors who are clearly not native French speakers, and who i presume also learnt their lines phonetically. And mind you, this is not me bashing their skills or anything. Again, that shit is HARD, especially when it comes to French, which is a notoriously difficult language to master and pronounce, particulary for English speakers (my British mum and uncle have lived in France for decades and they still have a bit of an accent). They're all clearly doing their very best and i respect them immensely for it. So, well done for that!

Whether or not they had a French consultant on set or not is something i'd like to know. Because if they did, they perhaps could've done a better job at tweaking things, not only for the actors' lines but also regarding small details in props and set design. But again, i realise that things can get hectic and rushed on a film set, so this is not me putting the blame on anyone in particular. It's a combination of complex factors. Hopefully production will give a bit more thought to this particular issue in s3, as a good chunk of it is likely to take place in France.

All of this being said, there's one actor i'd like to commend in regards to French, and that's Assad Zaman. He does a FANTASTIC job. I don't know if he was familiar with French before the show, but his pronunciation is near perfect. Obvs he still has a bit of a British accent but it's honestly very minimal. Most of it is spot-on, even the notorious French "R". He nailed it, which is ironic when you consider that Armand says in the show that his French wasn't that good because it's his 4th language or sthg 😅

Anyways, sorry for this very long-winded answer to a very simple question.

And Sam, i'm sorry baby, i love you and the entire cast to the rings of Saturn and back. And i volunteer to be your French coach if you'll have me 😅

[blueaetherr]

HELLLO HOPE UR OKAY!! If u have time could u write anything with Neymar? <3 THANK U ITS ALRIGHT IF U DONT THO!!

slumber

pairing: neymar jr x fem!oc (natalia) [she/her]

warning(s): descriptions of insomnia

summary: the one where neymar can't sleep until natalia does

22:00

Entering their bedroom from the bathroom, Neymar witnessed Natalia spread across their bed. Her face planted into her pillow, her arms crossed under her body, constantly shifting her sleeping position like she was uncomfortable; it looked like she was going through it. And Neymar thought so too. In fact, deep down, he knew what was up, it was the same old every time. And yet he decided to be careful and mindful and simply ask just in case. 

Approaching their bed, he sat at the edge of the bed. At the tiny sound made by the bed, Y/N let out a small groan, causing Neymar to scoff a small laugh. She still isn't asleep yet. His initial thoughts were proving to be right. Rubbing her back, he wondered, "You okay, Nat?"

Exhaling loudly, she turned herself around so she was now facing her partner. She began rubbing a hand over her face, whole yet tired, "I've been in bed for how long and I've gained no desire to fall asleep." And Neymar's initial thoughts were, indeed, correct. 

After a long day of work, errands and many chores, the ordinary individual wouldn't take rest for granted. If they were given the chance to lay in all day, to ignore and avoid all the responsibilities of tomorrow, to sleep and not have to worry about work the next day, they would take it; anyone would. To rest up and be told that your responsibilities were long gone, it all sounded like a dream, one so attractive and irresistible. 

But according to Natalia's sleeping schedule, it seemed as if she did take the daily rest for granted from time to time. She could work, do chores and run errands, and she would still find herself tired as hell. Sleeping was where the problem lay. She had told Neymar some hours ago that she would turn in around eight because of her long day; two hours later and she was still awake, rolling around on the bed trying to find a comfortable position.

"Trouble sleeping?" Neymar hummed, letting their hands interlock. He definitely felt for Natalia. For her (sometimes) sleepless nights, for the nights he came back late and she was still awake. The tired eyes, the worn-out expressions, the deep breaths; she had to endure all that fatigue he couldn't take away nor did he know how to directly help with. He gave her hand a little squeeze. "We could always stay up and do a little something to help."

Her eyes closed, she sighed low. "And do what exactly?"

Neymar shrugged, even though she had no sight of him. "Anything you want."

Soon she did have her sight on him, opening her eyes to meet his. "You sure?" Natalia appreciated Neymar's efforts to make her feel better, she really did. But she didn't want it to seem like she was forcing him to lose sleep too. Like herself, Neymar had a long day and she knew his plan was to turn in if she had fallen asleep by now. And seeing as she wasn't, she knew that Neymar wouldn't get a blink of sleep before she did. "You don't have to, you know."

"Well, I want to," Neymar said with his grin, and Natalia rolled her eyes but in the end, it was the two of them that were laughing, clutching onto one another. He spoke like his words were so obvious, like Natalia should know by now. Of course I'll stay up with you. In what case have I not? "Now, c'mon."

00:15

"Diagonal or horizontal cut?"

"Vertical."

The look of disgust and confusion on Neymar's face had Natalia letting out a gasp before laughing, so much that she'd to cover her mouth. Despite this disgust and confusion, Neymar carried out her request by cutting her sandwich down the middle, muttering the whole time saying that there was now less bread compared to if he'd cut it any other way. But when he served her the sandwich and Natalia was smiling, taste-testing and approving his "cooking" skills with her thumbs up, he let his argument go and joined her.

In the dimly lit kitchen, Neymar and Natalia enjoyed the atmosphere they created, one kind and smooth. They laughed at every joke told, they played around as they moved about in the kitchen, they ate (and shared) one another's food. A bit of banter here, with Neymar modelling his cooking apron, and a bit of banter there, with Natalia dashing flour in her partner's face. It was a moment for them to have fun and be unserious, and that's what they did; that's what they chose to do at such late hours.

While they discussed, while they played around, while they ate and shared their food, fatigue slowly began to wash over Neymar. The hidden yawns through laughter, fanning his face to keep himself alert, his curved posture; he was ready to turn in. But watching Natalia enjoy every snack they made—witnessing her animately tired eyes—she wasn't ready for bed, nowhere near it. So he mustered up his energy and continued to entertain their conversation.

01:30

Trailing away from the kitchen, the couple wandered out to their back patio. Where the couches that were all so comfortable and cosy gave them a space to lay down and rest under the night sky. Where when the lights were on, they would star gaze, awing and pointing upward even though they had no knowledge of the stars, galaxies or any otherworldly wonders. Where the two could shy away from everyone else after a long day apart, a space for discussions that were purely gossip.

So that's what Neymar did. He let the focus of the discussion fall on Natalia, letting her take the lead on everything being said. From her work colleagues to random interactions she'd had with strangers, she brought it up. And they would have fun and be so unserious about everything; from Neymar encouraging more the gossip with his agreement and laughter to every word his girlfriend spoke to Natalia letting the discussion flow smooth like a river, her inflection and speech natural yet animated and open.

Under the stars, the galaxies and any otherworldly wonders—gossiping, laughing and more—Neymar slipped further into his fatigue. His yawns began to drown out his laughs, his eyes constantly caving and opening, Natalia holding onto him more than he was with her; he could've fallen asleep as if he so desperately wanted to. 

But watching Natalia enjoy the stars and fun and unseriousness that they were sharing—hearing her shallow breaths against his shoulder—the desire to fall asleep for the night still wasn't there for her yet. And neither was it for Neymar, so he leaned back into the couch and let the lights, both indoor and nightly ones, keep him awake during their gossip session.

2:53

Eventually, the two returned to their bedroom. Ridding themselves of their kitchen activities, they got ready for the night by laying in bed. In their bedroom, in bed, Neymar and Natalia could've done so much and more. From the innocent cuddling to one's natural intimacy. For the purpose of sleeping, they chose to lay in bed– close and intimate– and listen to music.

Music that was calming and comfortable, sounds that had the couple slowly caving into one another. Voices of artists playing that were also lullabies themselves, loud silence replacing conversations as they soon began to fall short. They remained present, of course, but just simply slower and inward and lagged from the two falling in and out of consciousness.

Under the cosy voices of singers, the silence soon became deafening. Neymar's fatigue was far too present and real, so much that he could feel it, perhaps even reach for it. His yawns were too sounding to hide now, he found himself mumbling with closed eyes, the music began to slip out of his ear range. He was ready to fall asleep, and that sleep was ready to pull him under.

Barely opening his eyes and turning his head, he smiled drunkenly. And there Natalia was, fast asleep in a slumber, her body leaning perfectly into his, her breaths shallow yet calm, her face just above the blanket. Witnessing Natalia asleep, in such peace and respite, Neymar finally let his pending fatigue too, wash over him to join her as he always did.

[ametrictonofaudacity]

Gaps Interlude 2

Warnings: delusion, obsession, stalking, SO MUCH projection and manipulation, anxiety (?), stalking, kidnapping, Bruce is a deeply unhealthy man, snippet told from a yandere pov.

Bruce knows you before he’s met you and loves you before he knows you.

How could he not, after all? You brought so much life back into Dick. Suddenly his oldest was so full of joy and laughter, something he hadn’t seen in so long it aches. Anyone who could make any of his children that happy, that pleased, is worth all the love he could give and more. Anyone who can make his son smile like it’s the best day of his life just by being around you was worth so much.

He investigates you. Of course he does. He wouldn’t be Bruce if he didn’t, he knows. And besides, there’s the threat of you being an enemy, of being a threat to his son and his family and everything he holds dear.

You aren’t. You’re an average Gotham citizen, really. Tired, angry, fiercely independent, and weighed down by the generations of struggle that the city loved to give to its inhabitants. But there a gleam in your eye as you look around you sometimes, bright and interested, and Bruce finds himself wanting to see more of it.

So he does. He searched everything he can, looking through footage around the city with a fervor that only he can manage.

(He doesn’t bother justifying it, really. Bruce knew he was in the wrong, here, but he had never claimed that he was always the most moral, despite what others thought.)

He finds it. Caches of videos, some of you, some of Dick, some of you and Dick laughing together, appear in the Batcomputer. He watches them over and over again, and knows he isn’t the only one because there are time stamps from when he was asleep or out on patrol.

(He suspects it was Tim. He had made the password simple, a 16 digit alphanumeric password, and leaving that with an unmarked file was practically begging for his son to start snooping. He would never admit that he wanted his son to find it, to see how the young man felt about a new sibling.)

When Dick tells him about you, finally, he is outwardly supportive, clapping a hand on your brother's shoulder with a grin while Alfred watches with worried eyes.

(Alfred, out of everyone, knew him the best. Knew the way his heart was too big for his chest, the way it pounded against his ribs, begging to be released. Knew that he had given that trait to his children,with heart too big and emotions that ran too hot, overwhelming.)

He can admit that he takes Dick breaking the news to him as permission, of a sorts.

He times a patrol so that they pass by your window. Not his patrols, at first. Robin’s, Red Robin’s, Nightwing’s. Anyone he can there with some excuse, he does, and they go with little protest. Dick is ecstatic to be near you while out as Nightwing. He’s so eager to protect you, something that makes pride and concern bubble up in equal amounts.

And Bruce can admit he feeds the obsession, just a bit. Hours upon hours of mask footage, compiled and saved, to a new folder. He stares at the videos, watching them eagerly, watching as you go about your nightly routines. He tries not to feel too proud when he sees how you routinely check and test your locks. He hadn’t taught you the skill, even if it was a good skill to have. He starts to plan, wondering just how to get you to come into the arms of his family willingly.

(And when Bruce plans, he knows that he becomes almost inhuman in the way he considers every option. The way he is willing to take apart and analyze every aspect of his enemy, the way he was willing to put aside his own emotions for the purpose of a greater goal.)

(His goal, now, was to get you home and safe.)

It shouldn’t be too hard, he knew. Despite your fierce independence, and the way you grated against too much hovering, it would only take a bit of persuasion. He considers finding someway to get you evicted, before he decides the emotional fallout of losing your apartment wasn’t worth the gain. You would be too hard on yourself, he figured, viewing it as a personal failure rather than a failure of a system designed to kill you.

He takes patrols near your home, now.

When he can, when the duty to his city doesn’t pull him away from the things he loves most, he stays outside your window.

(He loves you like he loves his children, like he loves his city. It’s a burning need to protect, to spirit you away and keep you safe, a burning need to ensure that nothing happened. He couldn’t do it for his children or his city, but you, he knew, he could easily achieve that goal.)

He sends Damian to steal your ID, and his son does, having met you, equally eager to bring you home. He doubted his son thought you were competent enough to be living alone, anyways.

You call Dick, panicked, and even though he hates causing you so much distress, he’s pleased how quickly you cave to Dick’s offer of help. He had realized you were trying to distance yourself from them, grating against how often they were around you, and it makes his shoulder relax just slightly when Dick and Damian manage to cajole you into coming to the Manor.

(They wouldn’t be quite so involved, he knew, if you were alright. But there was a constant look of loneliness in your eyes, the constant need to be surrounded by people, but one you couldn’t fill because of just how fiercely you wished to avoid being hurt.)

(Bruce understood that. He had been that, after Talia. Had been sharp and independent and fierce, unwavering in his convictions. So very far from okay, and it had taken a little boy with a traffic colored suit and the brightest smile possible to force him to begin to allow people to care about him, again.)

(He wouldn’t let you make his mistakes.)

When you come to the Manor, your shoulders unwind and relax, and you are so very clearly at ease around them that Bruce almost doesn’t let you leave. That when he slips the sedative into your drink, he almost considers making you stay forever, and not simply for the night. It takes a quick look from Alfred to remind him that he was trying to avoid traumatizing you, trying to prevent having to spend years undoing the trauma of a single moment.

(Watching you rest peacefully in the guest room as you sleep off the sedative is the only thing that eases the ripping in his chest. The knowledge that this would soon be your room, filled with knickknacks and gifts and love, is the only thing that stops him from just keeping you at the Manor.)

And then, he manages to ruin his plans and bring you home all in one night.

You fight, like all his children would if they were suddenly attacked by two unknowns, and you aren’t deterred by the fact they were Gotham’s vigilantes, her protectors. It would be impressive if it wasn’t so heartbreaking.

(How many of his children have had to fight the people they thought they could trust?)

(It makes him ache.)

And when you’re curled in his arms, breathing softly against Kevlar and leather, he can’t help the way his grip tightens on you, can’t help the way he wraps you in his cape like a blanket. You were his child, after all, even if you didn’t know it and had yet to accept it.

(And he knows you will. Even if it takes years, even if it takes you decades to accept that your family was going to be there for you no matter what, they would be there for you every step of the way.)

He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead while Jason calls him a sentimental old man, puts you in the backseat, and drive you home.

[winchesterdreamgirl88]

NFSW Alphabet- Sam Winchester

Warning: Smut, 18+, language

A/n: I know this one isn't super good but since I'm not as into Sam as I am Dean it's harder for me to write sexy stuff about Sam. But I promise I'll try and get better for all my Sam girlies out there:)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Sam would cuddle for a few minutes and play with your hair before getting up to clean you off and bring you anything you need. You are always his first priority

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I feel like Sam would be really really proud of his hands because they are so big, he can pleasure you well

I feel like Sam would be the type to really love grabbing at his partners waist and hips and tracing the curves on their body

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

You and Sam aren't ready to settle down and have kids yet so he loves cuming on your boobs or in your mouth

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Sam secretly likes that you're not as experiences as he is so he can teach you new things

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

While Sam isn't as experienced as Dean he definitely knows how to pleasure you and can make you scream so much you lose your voice

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

I feel like Sam would be a missionary kind of guy because he enjoys being intimate and close to you, but when it comes to angry or jealous sex his favorite position is doggy

F = Foreplay(how much time do they take pleasing you, teasing, etc) (I haven't actually seen anyone do this and I think it's a fun one to add:)

Sam would want to be pleasured first so he could take his time on you and he would start by fingering you and making you cum and then he would get to the main event

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Sam can be either goofy or serious depending on what was happening before you guys started having sex

He'd be goofy if you guys were play fighting or just being silly together before

He'd be serious if he was jealous or just wanted to make you feel loved

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Sam is literally as bald as it can get

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sam definitely is the kind of guy to always be checking on you during sex and making sure that you feel good and he's not doing anything to make you uncomfortable. He loves being close to you

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Sam doesn't really jack off a lot he prefers anything he does to be with you but if he's out on a hunt away from you and he's really desperate he will and he'll usually call you and ask for your help:)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Sam LOVES pulling your hair and letting you know he has control

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Sam is very private when it comes to sex so he prefers in his room at the bunker or if you to have a motel room to yourselves

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Whenever you are in one of his shirts and some shorts and just sitting with him doing research and drinking coffee

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that would hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Sam loves receiving head he likes encouraging you to take more of him each time you give him head

He will give you head but he prefers using his fingers because they're long and can make you feel better

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Sam likes more sensual and sweet moments with you where you guys can just take your time and enjoy each others company

If you guys have to be quick though he knows fast and rough will make you guys finish quicker

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sam doesn't like quickies because he would rather take his time and be able to just enjoy it with you

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He will try anything that you guys agree on

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Sam can usually last about 3 rounds but he makes sure you cum before him most times or together

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I feel like Sam wouldn't be into toys cause he's not super kinky and he wants to be the one making you feel good

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I feel like Sam would tease by going really slow so it feels like he's torturing you until you had begged him long enough to fully pleasure you

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

I feel like Sam is very vocal but he likes to be quiet and shy about it. He's only loud enough so you can hear him and know it's only you making him feel this way

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Sam likes doing food / desert play with you before sex

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I mean have you seen how tall this man is!! He is definitely as big as you imagine it would be

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Sam doesn't have a super high sex drive, he would ideally have sex with you 3-4 times a week because when you guys are on hunts it's hard for him to focus on anything besides the job so he needs to wait for when you guys have down time so he can give you his full attention

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sam would fall asleep after you fell asleep, he likes watching you sleep because you're just so peaceful and beautiful it gives him more time to look at you

[hawkinsmafia]

𝔾𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕙 𝔼𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟: 𝔽𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗 𝔸𝕝𝕡𝕙𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕥

day 25 : Gareth

featuring Gareth Emerson x reader (no assumed gender)

rating: teen

cw: mention of Gareth and reader having sex (not described), allusion to Gareth giving oral (not described), brief mention of the existence of violent homophobia (not described)

wc: 2k

an: it’s my boyyyy! i’ve been waiting for Gareth Day since the start of @corrodedcoffinfest!

𝔸𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤 :: How does Gareth spend free time with his partner?

⟢ Gareth is one of those guys who remains an overgrown teenager for most of his life, and his favorite shit to do with you is play video games, skateboard, and make out on the couch like he brought you home from a date and found your parents aren’t home.

𝔹𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕪 :: What does Gareth admire about his partner?

⟢ With Gareth, it’s all about attitude. You know how to have fun, how to turn a boring Tuesday afternoon into a good time, and you don’t put up with anyone’s shit (including his). A strong personality is a major turn-on for him.

ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥 :: How does Gareth help his partner when they’re struggling?

⟢ He’s got two approaches depending on your mood: either he tries to provide distraction, or he cuddles the shit out of you. When you want to take your mind off your troubles, prepare to get red shelled off Rainbow Road, bitch. (Okay, fine, he might let you win.) If it’s consoling you need, Gareth is a grade-A cuddler of the full-body variety. If you like the feeling of being pressed down by a heavy weight, he’s on top of you, smothering you down into the cushions; if you prefer being held, he pulls you on top of him and lashes his arms around you, tucking your head beneath his chin.

𝔻𝕒𝕥𝕖 :: What is Gareth’s first date with his partner like?

⟢ He invites you to come watch Corroded Coffin play—yes, he’s absolutely showing off for you the entire show, twirling his drumsticks (and only losing his grip on them maybe 30% of the time!), improvising fills on the lead-outs…. (Eugene is delighted by the rhythm section garnering more attention than usual, but Jeff keeps shooting Gareth dirty looks for showboating and Eddie snaps at him to stick to what they rehearsed.) Afterward he’ll take you backstage, introduce you to the guys, and ask if you wanna go grab a bite somewhere.

𝔼𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕝 :: Is Gareth more dominant or submissive in his relationship?

⟢ Gareth has a loud, abrasive personality in public, but in personal spaces, he is the subbiest sub who ever subbed. His aggressive attitude was a survival skill when he was growing up, fending off two bossy little sisters and trying to hold his ground against the bullying jocks, and it evolved into a stage persona that serves him and the band dynamic very well. But when it’s just the two of you, what Gareth wants most is to curl up in your lap while you play with his hair and call him your good boy.

𝔽𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 :: What is it like when Gareth and his partner argue?

⟢ Oh god. Gareth can get a little… dramatic. Lots of passion in that boy, and sometimes a little raincloud can blow up into a whole monsoon. If you’re the type to respond in kind, arguments can become screaming matches quickly if no one intervenes. The good news is that they blow over just as fast as they blow up, and it’s not long before the two of you are making up (and hearing his bandmates grumble ‘get a room, jesus’). But that’s another alphabet….

𝔾𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕖 :: Does Gareth acknowledge how much his partner does for him?

⟢ I won’t lie, he’s not the best about it. It’s not out of malice or anything, but he can fall into a bit of a routine, where all your gestures and contributions become rote standard, and he gets so used to them being there that they become just part of the scenery, so to speak. However, if you were to confront him about it and express your frustrations, he would be so quick to apologize and try to make it up to you, taking you out and reminding you (and himself) how important you are to him.

ℍ𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕪 :: Does Gareth keep secrets from his partner or does he share everything?

⟢ Out of all the CC boys, Gareth can be the most secretive. He doesn’t lie to you, but he might not volunteer the entire truth either. He might try to hide a hangover from you, or not tell you how much he had to drink last weekend, or say that Eugene’s birthday boys’ night was great and just not mention the stripper to you.

𝕀𝕟𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 :: Has Gareth’s partner inspired him to grow or change in any way?

⟢ Like with Jeff, it’s not a specific change that can be pinpointed, but it’s definitely there. Being with you leads to a maturity he didn’t have before you, and more conscientiousness of other people and their feelings. (The first time he goes to grab a drink from the kitchen and comes back with one for Eugene too without being asked, the guys think he’s coming down with something.)

𝕁𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕪 :: How does Gareth handle jealousy in his relationship?

⟢ Not well. Going back up to Fight, he tends to blow up over it. If you’re the one feeling jealous toward him and his interactions, he’ll tell you flat-out that you’re being ridiculous—but when it’s him jealous of you, that’s a legitimate emotion. But these are some of the quickest arguments to blow over, usually ending with one of you pinned to the nearest flat surface, joined at the mouth.

𝕂𝕚𝕤𝕤 :: Is Gareth a good kisser?

⟢ Yeah, he is. Before Jeff’s braces come off and Eddie gets trained in what his partner likes, Gareth is probably the best kisser in the band. He’s pretty damn good with his mouth in general. Kissing, talking, singing… other alphabetical shenanigans….

𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 :: How does Gareth confess his love to his partner?

⟢ Look, I know this is a fluff alphabet, but the first time Gareth drops the L-bomb is during the act, when he’s so caught up in feeling and sensation that his speech filter is just fully switched off and he’s got a stream-of-consciousness babble happening. He doesn’t even realize he’s said it until you either return it in the moment or bring it up afterward. He freezes for a moment, but slowly realizes that… yeah. Yeah, he meant it.

𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕘𝕖 :: Would Gareth want to marry his partner?

⟢ Gareth is indifferent to the idea of marriage. If it’s something you want, sure. If you’re not bothered about it, he’s fine living in sin. (His mother will bring it up every single time you see her, though. She wants grandbabies, dammit!) If marriage is your thing, be prepared to be the one in charge of basically all the planning, though; Gareth would be perfectly fine with a Chapel o’ Love elopement.

ℕ𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤 :: What does Gareth call his partner?

⟢ Babe and baby are his go-to pet names, and a diminutive of your actual name. He could also hit you with a pretty boy/girl if it suits you.

𝕆𝕟 ℂ𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕕 ℕ𝕚𝕟𝕖 :: What is Gareth like when he’s in love?

⟢ Distracted as fuck. He is fully checked out of conversations, he’s losing his place in the music during rehearsals, Jeff manages to beat his ass at Mortal Kombat II… all because the only thing he can think about is you.

ℙ𝔻𝔸 :: Does Gareth openly share affection with his partner, or is he more private?

⟢ Gareth will happily stick his tongue down your throat any time, anywhere. He’s not at all shy about PDA, and if you don’t mind it, sometimes he’ll even push things a hair past decent just to repulse Jeff and Eugene (but Eddie couldn’t care less). The only exception to this is if the two of you don’t pass as a straight couple during the decades when homophobic violence runs rampant and goes unpunished; if you’re a noticeably queer couple, Gareth does know how to read the room and will behave himself to keep you both safe.

ℚ𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕜 :: What’s a random action Gareth performs for his partner?

⟢ Gareth is a bit of a resource hoarder. It’s another survival skill he developed from growing up with two little sisters who had a knack for getting their way. He used to have to swipe his favorite snacks from the pantry and hide them before his sisters got to them, or stow his new crayons in his sock drawer so Claire and Lily wouldn’t find them and wear them down to nubs. Stemming from this, your favorite things become part of his hoarding as well, nabbing your favorite chocolates from the communal variety bag before Eddie can inhale them while he’s stoned, hiding your preferred drink brand at the very back of the fridge behind the spoiled milk that no one’s touched in three months….

ℝ𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 :: How romantic is Gareth?

⟢ Okay, so, here’s the thing. Gareth’s got that ‘overgrown teenager’ thing going on, and I can see why you might assume he’s not much for the overt displays of love. But Gareth loves you. And when it comes to showing you that, he pulls out all the stops. Don’t forget, he’s a dramatic motherfucker too, which means his grand gestures can get big. Buying out the restaurant so your anniversary dinner is completely private and free of interruptions by autograph seekers? Done. Romantic ‘vacation’ to the penthouse suite of the highest rated hotel in six counties? Oh yeah. Hell, fucking flash mob?? Wouldn’t put it past him!

𝕊𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥 :: How does Gareth help his partner achieve their goals?

⟢ He helps you by helping you. If you’re trying to get your degree, he will help you study, either by drilling you with test questions or making sure you have a quiet place to work alone with minimal distractions. If you’re angling for a promotion at work, hell yeah he can get your boss’s kids that exclusive CC merch, and hey, how about floor tickets with backstage passes too? Are you trying to get started in the music industry? He’ll invite CC’s production manager over for a Super Smash Bros tournament and jumpstart your network.

𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕝𝕝 :: Does Gareth like to experiment and try new things, or does he prefer familiarity?

⟢ Oh this boy is down to try anything, in any facet. New restaurants, new foods (bonus points if he can make Jeff gag), new set lists, new tour destinations, new bedroom activities…. Gareth wants to experience it all.

𝕌𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 :: How well does Gareth know his partner?

⟢ Like the back of his hand. Gareth doesn’t do anything by half measures, and he’s practically obsessed with you. There’s not a single subject anyone could bring up that he can’t relate back to a fact or trivium about you.

𝕍𝕒𝕝𝕦𝕖 :: How important is Gareth’s relationship to him?

⟢ Damn important. He loves you, he loves showing you off, he loves how you fit in with his bandmates and their partners. You make him happy.

𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕕 ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕕 :: A random fluffy headcanon.

⟢ Ever since he was a kid, an expression of Gareth’s love has been in the gifting of tiny trinkets, like a courting magpie. While he definitely gives bigger, more typical gifts as well, damn near every time you see him, he gifts you a tiny little object. They’re nothing special or fancy, it might be a neat rock, or a pretty leaf, or a perfect acorn, or a wheatback penny, or a simple piece of origami.

𝕏𝕆𝕏𝕆 :: Does Gareth like to be affectionate with his partner?

⟢ Oh my god, yes. Gareth lives for affection. He would be snuggling on top of you 24/7 if it were at all feasible.

𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 :: How does Gareth cope when he’s missing his partner?

⟢ Oh he’s a sulky bitch. When you’re apart, he gets crabby and cranky so much more easily. If you couldn’t join CC on tour, the other guys try to make sure Gareth gets a break in the schedule every day to call home and talk to you, if only to stop him becoming unbearable to work with.

ℤ𝕖𝕒𝕝 :: To what lengths would Gareth go for his relationship?

⟢ He might walk off a tour to see you instead, or at least cancel a show or two. He’d argue to bring you along on the tour bus with the rest of the band, and if the guys don’t go for that, then they can go on without him, he’ll get his own transportation—with you—to each city, thanks very much.