#he’d just steal whatever he wanted tbh

[neuro-psyche]

I think Dick and Jason would have multiple “what the actual fuck are you saying right now” with Tim and Damian when it comes to quality of life/monetary differences. Sure, Dick and Jason got used to Bruce’s “is $100 a good enough tip on a $30 bill?” shit, but hearing Tim talking about a new laptop he bought for $5000 literally is like a punch in the gut.

If they ever went on a cruise (which they totally wouldn’t because cruises are floating death traps), Jason and Dick would be in awe of the fancy amenities, where as Damian would be unsatisfied with the quality, since he grew up with every single amenity known to man. Tim would just feel like it’s all normal since the Drake’s were extravagant and travelled all over the planet.

Jason : My bedroom is bigger than my fucking apartment.

Dick : I could do a full gymnastics routine with the space in my room.

Tim :

Dick :

Tim : My room is normal sized…

Jason : You grew up in a mega mansion. I hardly think you’re the benchmark of a normal room-

Damian : I must agree with Drake. This room is frankly underwhelming.

Dick, staring wildly at him : What do you mean underwhelming- Dames there’s an aquarium wall in your room.

Damian : Yes. Underwhelming.

Jason :

Dick :

Jason : Do you want to-

Dick : Jump off the boat? Yes.

[strawhatpoofy]

different one piece menses and braiding your hair

a/n: hi lovelies !!! here is a lil sfw drabble / pref piece about Buggy, Zoro, Sanji, Usopp, Luffy, and Brook & braiding a gn!reader’s hair! I tried to make it as inclusive as possible, pls feel free to message me if you have any questions e any suggestions or notice something I missed. ok ok imma just get to it tbh

warnings: none I think

characters: buggy, luffy, sanji, zoro, usopp, brook

words: bitch idk maybe like 300-500 per character ish?

Buggy 🃏

He’s in the middle of a rant about “that Strawhat buffoon stealing his spotlight” when you ask him to braid your hair for you. He doesn’t even break his monologue, just gestures for you to sit in front of him. Before you’ve even repositioned fully his hands are off his arms and in your hair, detangling and combing through with practiced fingers. Buggy definitely can braid hair, of many different types and lengths and knows a few different classic braid styles, and it’s something you and the rest of the crew are well aware of. You hum as he lightly scratches at your scalp while parting your locks as needed, and he’s deftly maneuvering your hair into whatever creative style his fingers mindlessly deem fit. Buggy is a casual king of hair care, and though he’d never admit it, it warms his heart when you and the crew members ask him for help with things like this. Kinda like chimps bonding via grooming, ya know? So when you close your eyes, relaxing into the captain’s hands, and nod to let him know you’re still listening it’s more than enough for him to take his time making something pretty.

Zoro ⚔️

It’s a golden afternoon on the Sunny when you wake Zoro up from a nap with a soft nudge on the shoulder. He groans, lazily squinting one eye open at you, and you ask him if he wants to try braiding your hair. This motherfucker immediately closes that one open eye. With some giggling and persistence, and the rest of the crew bustling about, hopes of sleep for Zoro are effectively crushed. He grunts, grumbles, groans as he shifts from his sleep-sitting position to accommodate you in front of him. It’s when he starts to crack his knuckles that you begin to doubt your decision. He rakes calloused fingers through your hair, moving surprisingly slowly and taking his time when he catches tangles. You let yourself cautiously enjoy his hands combing through your locks when his hands stop, and he pulls them back to his lap.

“How the fuck do you do a braid?” Zoro has one eyebrow arched, his head tilted slightly. His look of confusion is enough to send you busting out laughing. Zoro may not be able to braid your hair, but he’ll gladly play with it for you and he can put it up into a sturdy ponytail.

Luffy 🏴‍☠️

You guys are on the deck, braiding sweet grass with Chopper and Usopp; it’s something you wouldn’t have expected Luffy to know how to do, but he enjoys it. Everyone is laughing and enjoying the sun, making baskets for Sanji to use in the pantry. When a breeze comes by, blowing your hair in front of your eyes, you’ve barely had time to push it back when Luffy is sitting behind you. He asks you if he can braid your hair for you, voice hopeful and intrigued.

“Wanna see if I can braid that pretty hair just like I can with the grass! C’mon, please?” His puppy eyes are so shiny, how can anyone say no to your sweet captain ever? So that’s how you find yourself pressed against his crossed legs, his hands combing through your hair. You feel your shoulders drop and your lids fall, and you hum as Luffy begins a surprisingly intricate series of braids. He’s giggling and moving a mile a minute, telling chopper it’s “even easier than the grass! So much softer-”. By the time he’s done, you look like some sort of woodland nymph with a multitude of different braids in your hair. Not necessarily a skill you expected of your captain, but one you fully embrace- letting your captain braid your hair whenever he looks at you with those gleaming eyes.

Sanji 🚬

It’s when you’re helping him prep in the small kitchen. Your hair keeps falling over your shoulders, and your persistent huffing and puffing as you try and blow stray strands out of your face has Sanji up behind you. His long fingers are pulling the unruly hair away from your sweat-slicked forehead, about to pull it all back into a bun when you ask him if he could put it up in a braid. His fingers freeze, just for a moment, before he proceeds to plait your locks.

“Of course I can, chef.” You can hear the wink in his voice, and you nearly reach back to give him a warning smack when your hair drops against your back, perfectly tucked into a neat braid. Sanji has washed his hands and is sidled up next to you at the prep counter again before you can even gush about his shockingly impressive hair styling skills. But before he can stop you, you’ve bolted out the kitchen door to show your oh-so-purty hair off to the crew, and to make sure Sanji is spending plenty of time plaiting everyone’s hair this evening.

Usopp 🎯

Usopp is absolutely a hair braiding master. With textured hair himself, he feels confident offering the crew his braiding services. Particularly when you all find yourselves in a hot climate, Usopp is like a newspaper boy desperate for a berry.

“Someone! Anyone! Come on. You know you want to- know you got to show off your iconic hair-do by the famous Sniper King! Please…” He’s starting to pout, and everyone knows he is indeed cuter than Nami. You can’t resist that pout. Too soon, you’re on your feet, hands up in surrender as you make your way to Usopp’s side. He’s whooping and gloating, with promises that everyone else will be jealous for not taking him up on his generous offer. Then he’s plopping you down by the shoulders into a seat from behind you. His fingers are calloused but magical on your scalp, in your hair. He’s chittering away about some new tinkering project as he pulls your hair into tight braids, meant to last at least a week or so. You’re humming and leaning into his hands. He’s done quickly; he’s efficient at this. He finishes his work, tilting your head to make sure the braids are even. He pats the top of your head, and sends you off to “market his business”.

Brook 🎼

It’s your least favorite day- wash day. With wet hair and a strong desire to get it off of you, you find yourself pattering around the Sunny. The first one you find is Brook- unsurprising at this time of night. He’s singing softly to himself and sketching notes down in a work book when you approach him, asking him to braid your hair for you. His surprise is physically tangible as he puts down his pen and book.

“Y-you’d let me? Are you sure? Could I?” Brook is giddy, touch starved and affectionate man he is. You’re nodding and turning your back to him, showing him your damp locks and he stops stuttering over his words, and is sidled up at your back with the softest of “of course, thank you”’s you’ve ever heard. When Brook’s fingers touch your scalp, you’re initially surprised by the warmth. You didn’t expect, well, bone to be warm. He scrapes the tips of his fingers along your head, getting hums of satisfaction to fall from your lips. He gains his confidence at this, and he begins to pull your hair into a simple braid. It falls against your back, dampening your shirt, but it’s finally off your face, your neck. You give Brook a hug of relief and gratitude as you croon over how well he did your hair. It won’t be the last time he does it after he tells you it’s something he loved doing for his crew, before. He’s great at it and so tender with his touch, and is more than happy to acquiesce whenever you ask him to braid your hair.

[strangesem]

hobie brown x goth!reader

a/n: I’m not goth but I am alt and borrow from a lot of traditional goth stuff so this request was really exciting for me :,))

requested by @buncom420 !! I’ll do the other one in a different post I just need some more time :)

first of all if you do goth makeup (full or partial) he thinks it’s so sick

you’d definitely hit it off immediately; I find members of different alternative subcultures mix together well and you two would be no different!

hobie loves how different your style is and how it defies societal expectations/norms

he could watch you get ready for literal hours on end he loves watching you put together clothes, accessories, shoes, etc and pairing it all with matching makeup

side note he definitely sees your makeup as a form of art and treats it as such; he’d probably ask you to teach him how to do individual parts slowly over time so one day he can try to do it for you

he might steal some of your accessories tbh-

but it’s okay bc he’d let you take whatever you want of his until he returns them

although he definitely prefers casual hangout dates he’d be down to see a goth show every once in a while!! alternative subcultures tend to overlap a bit so if he ever hears about a goth event he’d remember to bring it up to you

loves visiting you as spider-punk but there’s definitely some sort of meme out there with a picture of you two that says “goth/punk solidarity” or something lol-

he’s not super into goth music or anything but he will admit he prefers it to mainstream stuff and will learn your favourite songs on the guitar

would also def combine goth/punk elements in a song for you!!

if anyone ever made a distasteful comment about your style he’d definitely tell them to fuck off and stop preaching the establishments bs

if you somehow have similar shoe sizes he would also steal your boots I’m being serious

*if* you’re a spider-person and your suit was also goth inspired?? he thinks you look super cool

would def want to talk about how you integrated certain aspects into your suit

maybe you could even bounce ideas off each other on how to add more stuff to each others suits??

if you know anything about it you should talk to him about different subcultures within the goth community he’d find it really interesting

in return he’d describe different sectors of the punk movement/community!!

I honestly picture hobie dating someone who’s also alt in some way so this is the perfect combination tbh!! and he’d love you sm

reminder that hobie headcanon requests are open!!

[eepwriting]

• mean brat taming dom ii who is SO soft with u after (my hc says there’s no way he’s not into impact play tbh)

• ivy being the absolute softest gentlest daddy dom ever (tell me he doesn’t give that strong gentle energy. the praise he would give?! UGH)

• primal feral vessel claiming you after chasing you through the forest. right there on the leaf littered floor

• iii edging you over and over on his thigh until you’re sobbing and brain dead (really i just think iii would enjoy being as much of a fucking tease as possible. whispering dirty thoughts in your ear through the day. stealing spicy touches. leading up to when he can finally get you alone and drive you REALLY crazy)

• reader x vessel x ivy threesome. soft daddy dom ivy and mean dom vessel

i have too many filthy ideas but no ability to write them so 🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡 godspeed, hope these inspire some filth from you!

- thirsty girl 💘

Count ‘em ✶ II x GN! Reader

Warnings: nsfw, smut, impact play (spanking, light slapping, choking, pinching, hair pulling), degradation, oral (m receiving), mean! ii

TRUST when I say I will be returning to this ask to write something for every prompt. Also, THANKS for some ii stuff!! I was feeling bad that I only had one thing wrote for him 🤍🤍

!! mdi !!

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“Move it, I’ve already said it once. That should be enough.” His voice is stern, his eyes serious as he impatiently drums his fingers on his legs.

You knew him well enough at this point to know what his calm demeanor truly meant. Even the way he undressed you minutes before had been slow and careful. Only you knew that the second he got you over his lap, his actions would not be gentle.

You swallow nervously, hoping he can’t hear the sound of your heart about to break through your chest. You knew your brattiness throughout the day had gotten you here. Your unrelenting back talk and attitude wasn’t something you gave ii often, but for whatever reason, you wanted to see how far you could push him today.

You’re slow to move towards him, his full and undivided attention on you feeling as if it was about to burn a hole into the side of your face. He lets you help yourself onto his lap, crawling to lay face down across his spread thighs. His hand is heavy on your back once you get settled, sliding up your spine to rest in between your shoulder blades. “What’s up with you today? You’ve been awfully difficult.” His hand moves up into your hair to tug, pulling your head back slightly. “Hm?”

You think about your answer carefully and decide to just be honest with him. He’d know anyway if you were lying. “I think it’s fun.” Your hand grips his calf when he tugs harder, isolating a chunk of hair at the crown of your head. “Fun? To mess with me? To irritate and piss me off to no end? You think that’s fun, is what I’m hearing?” You nod meekly, silently enjoying the pull on your hair. He only hums and reaches his other hand around to wrap around your throat, applying enough pressure to make breathing slightly more difficult, but not enough to make you panic for air.

“Well I don’t think that’s very fun at all. In fact, only a desperate, pathetic little whore would find something like that to be fun. Is that what you are then? A desperate and pathetic whore?” The hand in your hair disappears to grope roughly at your ass before settling on a cheek, leaving a stinging pinch. You take in a short gasp of air at the sting, earning a quiet snicker from ii. His full hand comes down in a dull smack before massaging over your skin. “You make it so easy, you know. Your skin practically begs to be marked up. You seem to want that too, don’t you? You wouldn’t act up if you didn’t.” Another, this time harsher smack is dealt. “I didn’t get an answer to my question.” The hand around your throat tightens.

Your eyes close in a long blink before you attempt a nod. He makes a sound of disappointment next to you. “You know you’re supposed to use your words. Don’t play dumb.” His hand moves to the back of your thigh to pinch and pull at the skin.

You squirm and squeeze your eyes shut. “Yes. I’m a desperate and pathetic whore.” This earns you a groan and another spank. “There you go. Maybe you can follow instructions. Why don’t you count ‘em for me, hm?” His touch is soft as he runs his hand up your back. Your mumbled and nervous “okay” is enough for him to swat at your ass again. He waits for your response before landing another. “2…” The pain is tolerable but you know he’s just warming up.

He lands 10 solid smacks, each progressively getting harsher before massaging his hand over your stinging skin. You hiss at the touch and make a poor attempt to shift your hips away from him. “I like watching you jolt from the pain. The little gasps you let out.” The hand around your throat moves to run through your hair.

He repeats the same actions on the other cheek, but doesn’t build up at all. The 10 makes your skin sting, like hot fire, your eyes watering at the repeated blows. II knows you can take it, knows you enjoy it. Clearly evident by the way moans and whimpers flood out of your mouth and your hips grind down on his thigh.

He lets you rest, massaging his fingers over your scalp, his other hand lightly scratching over your back. “On your knees now.” He says after his moment of quiet tenderness. Excitement blooms in your stomach, ready and aching to take more than just his harsh hands. You’re slow to move off his lap and even slower to sink to the floor. The skin on your ass is hot against your calves and ankles, a dull but persistent sting radiating as you get situated on your knees.

II cups the sides of your face, moving your head side to side as he looks down at you. His thumbs move over your cheeks before he leans down to press his mouth to yours. It’s harsh and rushed. Teeth clashing together before he bites over your bottom lip. His hand returns around your throat before he drags you up to stand on your knees. He roughly grips your hip, digging his fingertips into the skin, hard enough you’re sure to see a bruise in the morning. He licks into your mouth a final time before breaking away from you. He groans when he looks at you. Hair messed up from his hands, lips red and slightly inflamed, the skin on your neck a bright white with how much pressure he’s applying to your throat. His thumb absentmindedly runs over your lips before he hooks it over your bottom lip to force your mouth open. Your tongue comes out to lick over his thumb, earning another low groan from ii. “Such a pretty mouth. I’m gonna fuck it.” His thumb messily runs over your outstretched tongue. An inadvertent whimper comes from you at those words, your hands impatiently grabbing at his thighs. He snickers at you before standing to remove his jeans.

Both his hands cradle your head in surprising tenderness but his eyes and facial expression are cold and stern as he looks down at you. He lightly slaps your cheek twice and you take that as a cue to open your mouth for him. He hums, sliding one hand to the back of your head. He wastes no time in sliding his cock fully into your awaiting mouth. II’s jaw clenches and his hips buck towards you when your lips wrap around him. “Put that mouth of yours to good use.” He grunts, cock moving in and out of your mouth quickly. His too tight grip on your hair makes you whine around him and squeeze your eyes shut. A harsher slap lands on your cheek. “You keep your eyes on me.” It almost comes out in a growl as he practically straddles your face, forcing his cock as far into your mouth as he can. He doesn’t let up despite your watering eyes, gags and nails digging into the skin on his thighs.

You know he’s close when the sounds he lets out become higher pitched and the rhythm of his thrusts turn disjointed. “Take it. Be good and take it.” He breathes out before letting out a long groan. His movements pause as he cums at the back of your throat, his hand holding your head close to him. You breathe through your nose and patiently wait for him to pull away from you. You can finally close your eyes, forcing leftover tears down your cheeks when he backs away. You stay looking up at him, his chest heaving, eyes heavy and relaxed now.

He lazily reaches out to brush over the top of your head and wipe over your cheeks. He holds his hand out for you, letting you take your time in rising to your feet. He pulls you into a long hug, hands running up and down your back. He guides you to lay on the bed, insisting you lay on your stomach. He lays next to you for a short while, asking you repeatedly if you’re okay, peppering kisses on the side of your face. He leaves your side and comes back with water and an ice pack. He watches you sip the water while holding the ice on your still red hot skin. He coos at you when you wince, shuffling closer to you as he watches you with concern filled eyes.

Your tiredness eventually catches up to you and you’re not sure how long you’ve dozed off before you feel ii straddle your hips. You whine when his hard again cock pushes against you. “Mm, don’t touch…it’s too much.” You furrow your brows and try to shift away from his hands that brush over your aching skin. “Shhh, I know, love. You’ve been so good for me…wanna help you. I’ll be gentle. I promise.” His voice is quiet as he leans over you, nuzzling his head against your neck. He lazily mouths over your skin and ever so slowly inches into you.

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The way I could not focus for more than 5 minutes while writing this 🙃 I had different plans for this but I just could not use enough brain power to write it lol

BUT I’m so excited to return to this ask!!! So many good ideas 👏🏻 thank you again anon 💘

Anyway, hope y’all enjoyed!

K. Bye bye.

[andbreakmynose]

cowboy films on gloomy afternoons

you loved everything about working at your local cinema, besides that one employee who just really confused you. he's just as pretentious as you thought but maybe he's also... something else.

WARNINGS: smut!! p-in-v, soft dom! al, one use of slut, office sex, age gap (unspecified, reader is in university). this is really fucking self indulgent

WORD COUNT: 4.7k

written with tbhc alex in mind because tbh he's the only one i can imagine being this level of pretentious tbh

You believed that you truly had the perfect job. For a film student, working as the projectionist at the little independent cinema across the street really was too good to be true. You spent your long hours watching movies—the kind that mattered. Sometimes you’d get stuck with the blockbuster of the week, but you were mostly met with true classics and arthouse features, which not only stuck with you long after watching but actually helped you get ahead in class. Your workspace was cramped and less than ideal, but not even that made you hate the job. You were surrounded by what felt like cinema history in unused rolls of film and posters left over from all 78 years the theater had been open, plus there was a half-decent couch to nap on. And yeah, you got free soda and snacks from it. Perfect.

The company was nice too; if the film ran long and you felt like you needed to stretch your legs, you could walk down to the never-busy lobby and talk to Lucy at the concessions counter (and steal some food) or Dylan at the ticketing stand. Somehow you even got a pretty good boss; Marty was one of the coolest and most experienced people you had ever met. He also wasn’t ever that busy, so he could help you with your homework if you really needed it.

But there’s always that one confusing co-worker, isn’t there? The one that’s either always out for the day or just plain weird. You had Alex. He worked in programming, getting to decide what movies the theater would show regardless of anyone else’s opinions. And goddamn, he was really good at it. Almost every showing you saw was completely sold out (who knew Sheffield had such an audience for auteur films?). But every time you praised his talent, he’d just... shrug it off. He was an enigma wrapped in an encyclopedia of film knowledge.

The problem with Alex is that he was aloof and painfully so. At team meetings, he’d stay in the corner, and you never really saw him out of the office. He also had a habit of being fickle; one day he’d decide he wanted to do an entire week of Tarkovsky films, and the next he’d want to do 1940’s horror films instead. His behavior echoed the type of students that would be dismissed in your class as ‘obnoxiously pretentious’, and god he was, you still remembered the time he went off on poor Marty for suggesting they show a Star Wars movie. But you were still interested in what he had to say; you loved Lucy and Dylan, but they couldn’t hold a conversation about a movie. Alex could, you assumed, if he was able to hold a conversation at all.

The first time you ever talked to him in private was when you went to ask about the copy of the film that was being shown. You had heard there was both a director's cut and a theatrical cut, so you wanted to make sure which you were playing. He answered your question with one sentence; “Director’s. Why the hell would I pick the theatrical edition?” And then went back to his work. It was a while before you talked to him again.

The next time you talked to him was for the same reasons, he seemed a little deep in his work when you came down to his office but you had 20 minutes before credits hit and your boss needed you to do this now. It was something about a high paying donor having a desperate question, whatever.

This exchange was almost the same, except this time he insisted that it was the theatrical cut and that the director’s cut was cash-grab bullshit. Ever the confusing man. You started on your way out when he called at you.

“Hey, what’s your favorite movie?”

It was an unexpected question, he never asked you anything let alone a personal question. It must be a trap, he wanted to hear your favorite movie and then would make fun of you for it. And it’s not that you had bad taste or anything, you're just sure he could find a way to tease you for literally anything you said.

“C’mon, I don’t have all day.” He says, an almost bored expression on his face.

You hesitated in choosing your words, anxious not to provoke the irritation you had seen in men like Alex, even though you knew he was likely to remain impassive. And even though you hadn’t seen him lose his temper, his distant demeanor made you uneasy, as if any slight could provoke a reaction. You had no reason to be scared but you couldn’t shake the feeling of unease in your bones.

Alex on the other hand finally turned to face you fully. He had been observing you for a while, you were always around and so was he, and he noted that you also seemed genuinely interested in the films and not just your paycheck. He also found himself begrudgingly noticing that you always wore the same type of skirt, ending right above your knees. He thought that if you were a character in a film it’d be one of your defining traits.

“Mulholland Drive.” You coughed up after a second of thinking. It was an answer that was both honest and, perhaps, intended to impress him. You didn’t want to dwell on whether that was your true intention or not though, you had other things to do.

Alex felt a flicker of satisfaction at your choice. He anticipated a more predictable answer, so Mulholland Drive was certainly a more compelling choice. In his mind, it confirmed that his suspicions were true; you were a different type of girl than any other employee he had seen in his 10 years of working at this theater. Maybe he really was pretentious, but he felt like if anyone was to work with him it should be people like you. He gave you a satisfied nod and a hum of approval, returning to the emails at his desk. He found you just as mysterious as he found you, he wanted to tear down the layers you had shown to everyone else.

Taking that as your sign to leave, you made sure to stop at the concessions stand for a bag of popcorn before going back up to the projectionists booth.

Two weeks later was when things started to change.

Alex had started to smile more, but you decided that was just because it was warm outside again. He had an interesting smile, it was warm and took up his entire face. It wasn’t the smile you’d expect him to have, you expected him to have a sneer if he was even capable of smiling.

You always liked to look at the schedule of films for the next week when they dropped on Thursday afternoons, you’d compare it to your classes’ syllabus to see if there was anything you could watch to get ahead. It seemed like Alex had decided on cowboy films for the next week, he’d done Sergio Leone before but this was just… a lot of 1960’s cowboy movies you had never even heard of. Nothing that would be helpful at all for you.

In between ‘Navajo Joe’ and ‘Billy the Kid Versus Dracula’ (god, where did he even discover these things), your eyebrows shot up. In the midst of all these damn horse operas he had snuck in… Mulholland Drive.

To say there were a million thoughts going through your head would be an understatement. A small, selfish part of you wanted him to have included the film because he had a soft spot for you, maybe this was his way of saying he saw how much you liked movies too. The logical part of your brain told you that there was some other reason, maybe an anniversary or something.

Checking the remaining time on Sabrina (Alex was on an Audrey Hepburn kick this week), you saw you had an hour left. That was plenty of time to wander the lobby and see if you could catch Alex. You slipped your phone into your pocket and climbed down the ladder from the projectionist’s booth to the lobby, praying to every god possible that Alex is somewhere to be found.

Lucy called out to you the second she saw you, beckoning you over with popcorn. You sighed and walked over, smiling at her.

“Hey look, I can’t talk for too long… have you seen Alex? Urgent question from someone at the screening.” It’s an utter lie, your mother would’ve reprimanded you for how filthy it was. But you needed to talk to him.

Lucy thought for a second, tapping her chin with her finger before she remembered. “He’s in his office, he’s always in his office, remember?” She said like it’s the most obvious thing ever. You nodded and gave a thumbs up, taking a handful of popcorn in your mouth before standing up again.

And that’s how you ended up in his office again, although you were shyer this time. If it was actually a question from a patron you’d ask it so easily, but this time it was your own. He’d have to give you an insight into his mind, you weren’t sure if he had ever done that before.

Your foot tapped lightly as you knocked on the door to his office, you heard him shuffle some papers around and groan.

“Come in.”

You have to take a deep breath before you open the door, there’s no reason this stupid movie should be making you feel this nervous but god…

“You’re gonna make me watch shitty westerns for an entire week, Turner?” You say with a small smirk, you embarrassingly had thought of your words all day. You didn’t want to just come in and ask him about why he picked your favorite film.

His eyes darted over to you the second you walked in, slowly taking you in. You had on the same skirt as last time. “I was watching one at home last night and was reminded of how brilliant the genre was. What, you don’t like a good shoot-em-up?” He asks you with raised eyebrows, leaning back slightly in his desk chair. Of course he liked westerns.

“Not my thing at all.” You replied, taking a small step closer to him. His hair was messier today than it usually was, his beard had gotten longer. He looked like he hadn’t slept in a bit, although he never looked like he got a lot of sleep. “Is it yours? Is your favorite film a western?”

He took note of how you were asking his favorite, the same way he asked yours. Smart girl. He smirked and shook his head, “Nah. My favorite film is ‘Le Samouraï’, you seen it?” Alex wouldn’t judge if you hadn’t seen it, but if you have it just might make you his favorite person on the planet.

You have to rack your brain on what you’ve heard of this film before, maybe it’s been mentioned in class before, you haven’t seen it. “No. Is that a sin?” You asked, leaning against a file cabinet in his office. His office was definitely bigger than the projection booth, he had made it very Alex.

Alex scoffed and shook his head, “I’m sad you haven’t seen it because it’s so brilliant but not mad. They haven’t taught you Melville in that expensive film school yet? You’re getting ripped off, sweetheart.” He matched your comfortable stance by leaning further back into his desk chair and crossing his legs. He had noticed that you aren’t scared of him, not even intimidated by his knowledge. He liked that, he liked talking to you.

“I’ve heard the name, we just haven’t watched it yet.” You respond, looking for the next thing to say to bring you to your point. “But I guess you’ve seen my favorite film, right? I saw you included Mulholland Drive in the lineup, was that a coincidence or are you being deliberate?”

Alex laughed at your words, of course you picked up on that. You really were too smart for your own good. “Well I suppose it’s a bit of both. I wanted something different in case not every regular audience member was on board with my westerns-’ he paused to roll his eyes, as if that thought disgusted him, “but yes. I figured it might be a pleasant surprise for someone with a discerning taste.” His eyes met yours and he smiled again, mostly because he saw a smile creeping on your face. He wanted to keep you smiling.

There was something about him admitting that it’s for you that made you feel… something. You didn’t quite know what. Maybe excited? You were excited and felt validated that he found your taste in film good enough to put on a lineup. You liked that he was perceiving you. “You’re saying you picked it for me? And here I thought you were just gonna be cryptic... What's your angle here?” You asked him; the smile was still on your face, but now your eyebrows were raised.

“Ah.” Alex uncrossed his legs, finally standing up. He got a little closer to you; he wanted to make stronger eye contact with you. “A great teacher back when I was in film school told me that it’s not just about what you watch; it’s about connecting. Maybe it’s all worth it if I can connect with someone who also appreciates the genius of Mulholland Drive.” Pretentious bastard; even his flirting was fucking pretentious. You would’ve made fun of him if you weren’t fighting back a blush.

You took another second to decide your words; it wasn’t often you were speechless, but you were now. "Well, I didn’t expect you to remember, let alone care enough to do that. Maybe there’s more to you than I thought... but don’t get any ideas about being my hero because you saved me from a complete week of westerns.” You had to throw an quip in there; without it, you thought your words felt too… vulnerable. You weren’t sure you were there with Alex yet.

He had to admit that you were funny, even if it was obvious what you were trying to say. He let out a laugh and shook his head. “I’m not trying to be your hero, sweetheart. I just figured that someone who loves the film as much as you deserves to see it on the big screen. Even if it’s from your tiny projection booth.”

His words, once again, leave you stunned. That was really sweet—maybe the top 5 sweetest things anyone had ever done for you. It was almost impossible not to blush and grin at him, and your body betrayed you by making you step forward. “Yeah? That’s… nice. But if you’re not trying to impress me, what’s your real game here? Or do you just have a thing for making people feel special?” You asked him; your smile was somewhere between teasing him and being genuinely flattered.

“You are special.” He responded, also taking a step forward. You started to feel his breath on your face; somehow just this one conversation had made you go from being terrified of him and thinking he’s so pretentious to wanting him.

As if he could read your mind, he reached forward and placed his hand on your hip, giving it a small squeeze. “Maybe I just enjoy challenging expectations; I can’t always be the mysterious bastard in the office. And like I said, you’re special.” His voice lowered, and his face got impossibly closer to yours.

Against all odds of being at work, and that just a week ago you thought he was the most confusing man on the planet, you needed to fucking kiss him. And you did; you took a half step forward and smashed your lips against his. He kept his hand on your hip, squeezing the soft skin as he pushed your back against the filing cabinets. You guessed that he wanted you as bad as you wanted him because he was practically sucking your face; you thought that was just a saying. It was an absolute mess of tongue on tongue and teeth on teeth; your noses even collided a few times as his beard scratched your face. It was uncomfortable in the best way; it was damn hot.

You moaned the very first second you felt his hand grope at your ass and his mouth slip from your lips to your neck. “So fucking pretty, so good,” he muttered before he started to attack your neck. It was an added sensation to have his beard pressing against you alongside his mouth (and teeth; he almost teethed at you). He definitely would leave more marks than just hickeys, but you were so in pleasure you didn’t even have time to think of work.

Oh fuck, work. You cursed silently to yourself and looked up at the clock, just as his hand started to snake under your blouse and over your bra, giving your tit a nice squeeze. “Fuck!” you called out, not just from the intense pleasure but from the fact that you only had another 30 minutes left before you told yourself you needed to be back in the booth. In an ideal world, you’d have an entire night with him.

He continued his mouth’s attack on your neck and hand’s attack on your breasts, feeling his pants start to become tighter; he could only imagine how wet you were. His fantasies were interrupted by you pulling him away and sighing, trying to catch your breath. “Alex… Alex I don’t have much time before I need to go. Do you want-”

He interrupted you this time with his hand coming up to squeeze your lips together, promptly making you shut up. “You got enough time for me to fuck you? Because I’m going to fuck you,” he said as if he'd already decided, and then he started to work with the hand not on your face to unbuckle his belt.

You weren’t able to really form words, so you just whined and nodded, giving him that permission he wanted. He took it quickly, flipping you over and bending you over his desk, your tiny skirt riding up so he could get a view of your pants. You were soaked; he knew you would be. His large thumb started to trace your folds before he made a ‘tsk’ noise and flipped you over again. He wanted to see your face, he decided. Alex Turner was nothing if not confusing.

“This wet only from a little kissing, god, sweetheart, I didn’t know I was dealing with a slut. Although I could’ve guessed from these tiny skirts you keep wearing.” His voice is cool and calm, a complete contradiction from how sinful his words were. You whined at them.

“Alex please. We don’t have much time; please just fuck me!” You cried out, hastily pulling your skirt down so he had easier access. Alex nodded and began to work faster on pulling his pants down. He was so goddamn aroused watching you act like this; you were such a gorgeous girl, and now he had you completely under his control. You moaned loudly, and he grunted, bringing his hand up over your mouth.

“Sweetheart, I’d love to hear all those pretty little noises, but not now. I’m not getting fired because you had to talk all sweet to me and get bent over.” It was an unholy whisper into your ears, causing your skin to shiver. You nodded, and he took that as a sign to slip your panties down. “Knew you’d have a pretty cunt.”

If it was even possible, his words caused you to get even wetter. You could’ve guessed that he was big from the hardness in his jeans, but by the time he slipped his pants and boxers off, you were left gasping against his hand. There was an underlying fear—how the hell was that supposed to fit inside of you?—but also a great arousal because THAT was supposed to be inside of you. Alex tilted his head down to look at your pussy before he smirked, adjusting himself so he could get closer to your entrance.

Your cunt started to clench around nothing, getting excited just at the sheer closeness of his cock. He looked at your entrance again before he spat on his hand and started to rub it along his length as extra lubrication. “I don’t want to hurt you, babygirl,” he whispered before gently forcing the head into your heat, causing you to scream against his hand.

He shushed you again as he kept pushing himself further in; all of your tiny moans and whines were hidden by his hand, but that was for the best; he’d hear them eventually. You were so tight, so warm, and in that very moment Alex decided he was never going to fuck another girl in his life.

When he bottomed out, you gave in and bit at his hand; it was the only way you could keep an actual scream from coming out. You felt so full, you could even feel him throbbing in your cunt (or maybe that was your walls clenching; it could be both). He smirked and started to move, setting a pace that was relentless. He’d prefer to take you apart slower, but you didn’t exactly have the time for that.

His cock was hit every spot in you that made you mewl and arch your back; it was like he knew things about your body that you didn’t. His eyes were focused like you were one of those damn emails he was always writing; it was hot to you that he was that focused on your pleasure. Gentle grunts started to fall out of his mouth as the hand not on your mouth came up to twist at your nipples. The pleasure was starting to become unbearable, and you weren’t sure how much longer you had until you started crying.

You knew you were close when a particularly hard thrust caused your eyes to roll so far back in your head it hurt, so you brought your thumb down to your clit. You needed to cum, and you didn’t care what you had to do to achieve that.

Alex cared though; he wanted to be the one to make you cum. He took his hand off of your nipple and smacked yours off your clit, causing you to whine at the loss of sensation. “None of that. If you needed that, you could’ve just asked,” he grunted, bringing his thumb down to your sensitive bud. It was a funny thing for him to say, as you couldn’t exactly speak, but you still bucked up at his manipulation.

His pace started to become sloppy; you knew he was close too. His breath was also starting to become staggered, and you could almost see a tremble in his legs. You’d never seen him this undone, and it was so damn arousing that you caused it. Alex had already memorized all the spots that made you shake and whine; he knew you were close, so he made sure to hit them all on his thrusts. He knew he didn’t have much time left, and he wanted to make sure you didn’t leave unsatisfied.

It was a particular stroke where he somehow managed to hit your g-spot and pinch your clit at the same time that had you over the top. You felt your legs start to shake and your back arched. You were sure the noises coming from your mouth were starting to get louder than his hand-cranked control, but you didn’t care. You didn’t even care when your hand spilled the pencil cup on his desk all over the floor. All you cared about was that you were cumming and he was making you cum.

Alex grinned at the sight of you becoming this undone because of him. That was what sent him over the edge—the idea that it was his work that just made you coat his member in juices. He pushed until the last second, until his cock was actually twitching, and then he pulled out. The loss of contact was hardly noticed, and he came all over his office floor just by seeing how fucked out you were. You still hadn’t caught your breath, but you were watching him with awe. His dick was really damn nice, and now it was leaking so much cum onto the floor.

He collapsed onto his desk chair and reached for a tissue from his desk. He wiped off his cock before tucking it back into his boxers and then wiped off your pussy, cleaning up the table too. He threw the tissue away and made a mental note to take his own office trash out later.

Once you had caught your breath enough, you stood up, legs still wobbly, and put your pants back on. It took a second, but eventually you had them and your skirt on. Alex just smirked at you.

“That was... good,” you said with a small smile. You were starting to get shy being around him; you just fucked him, and now you had to go back to work.

“It was. You’re uh, you’re perfect. I meant it when I said you’re special.” His smirk turns into a genuinely warm smile, and he brings his thumb up to trace your chin. There was a faint mark on your mouth from him keeping you quiet. You looked down at his cum on the floor, raising your eyebrows in a silent offer to clean it up. He just shook his head; he’d deal with that.

You nodded and sighed, “I should probably get back to work... I don’t look like I just had sex, do I?” Your hair was slightly messy and your shirt was wrinkled, but it also always was. “No one will notice sweetheart,” he replied with a bit of a laugh. He was glad this was your secret.

"Right, uh, thank you, Alex?” It comes out as a question; you’re not sure if you should thank your co-worker for making you cum like that. He shook his head and stood up. “No, thank you for being such a damn good fuck and a special girl.”

You smiled at this; his words gave you a slight hope that maybe this would happen again. You opened his door when he called out to you.

“Sweetheart, I was thinking that maybe I could come up with you and watch Mulholland Drive next week.” It was an optimistic idea; he was worried that you only wanted to fuck. But you grinned and nodded, “I’d really love that; we even have a couch up there.”

He chuckled and stepped closer to you, placing his hand on your chin again. “A couch, fancy!” He joked before he pressed a singular peck on your lips; he wanted you to know that you meant something more than a fuck in the only way he knew how. He wasn’t exactly the best with words. You laughed back at him.

“Alright then, it’s a date.” You grinned at him before leaving his office; you would’ve stayed longer, but time really was running out. You were so lucky that Lucy seemed to be on a bathroom break; you didn’t have to deal with her asking why you were in Alex’s office for so long.

When you got settled back in the projection booth and the credits began to roll, you took a minute to think about what the fuck had just happened, and when you opened your phone, the list of his stupid fucking westerns was still on it. But that was Alex, and maybe you liked that about him.

A/N: yeah like i said... self indulgent (i used to work at a cinema lol). but i'm already obsessed with this version of alex ahh.

[ashton-sano]

Food Wars! Shokugeki no Souma in: Having a Baker S/o

(Char. Involved: Sōma Yukihira, Akira Hayama, Erina Nakiri, Takumi Aldini)

Sōma Yukihira

-Same old Soma tbh

-Sees you as quite the worthy adversary whether or not you're better than he is

-Always the first one to try your dishes

“C’mon! Lemme have a taste, it looks so good!”

-Biggest supporter honestly 

-It doesn't make him any less likely to make you try his gross dishes though

“Oh don't be a scaredy cat, Just one bite!” 

-At least one food war per day honestly

      -Tiring, to say the least

-I'd like to think he has a sweet tooth so you being a baker is like heaven for him

“Everything is here. The cake is cooling in the fridge, The fondant is rolled and properly colored and the frosting is-'' I pause my listing as I realize the frosting isn't where I left it. “Huh?” Did I misplace it or something? “Could've sworn I left it right here.” I blink twice in an attempt to backtrack from when I had it. “Okay, so I remember grabbing the ingredients from the fridge, then setting them right here,” pointing to the counter as I pull a pout. “Then I brought out the stand mixer and began making it. Afterward, I turned away to put the mixer away but when I turned back I still remember seeing it.” I close my eyes in hopes that’ll jog my memory, “Then I ran to my room to get my molding knives and called Soma in to watch the Strawberry puree boiling.” Wait. I called Soma. “I came back and that's when I don't recall seeing it.” That bastard. “SOMA!” I yell throughout the dorm as I dash to his room in a fit of annoyance. As I made my way past several of my roommates, they each gave a fearful expression and made way for me to get by. I clutch the doorknob, slamming the door wide open as I catch the thief red-handed. He had the spoon halfway in his mouth as the frosting was mostly gone, eyes slightly dilating at my entrance. “Oh, Uh...Hey Y/n.” I glare at him, “Why are you eating my frosting.” He looks anywhere but my gaze as he lets out a nervous chuckle, “It looked good so I took a bit and then a bit turned into a spoonful, and well you see what happened.” I sigh, “Whatever, just know you’re making me dinner for the next month for that.” He smirks, “Why say that like it's a bad thing? I love making food for you, Y/n.” My heart warms at his sentiment, “Yeah yeah.” I make my way to close the door but stop just short to peek my head in, “However, do that again and I’ll make sure the only thing you can eat is frosting.” He drops his smile to replace it with worry at my threat, “Yes ma’am.” I close the door and shake my head, too touched to be truly mad. “He thought it was that good?” I let out a breathy laugh on my way back to the kitchen to remake it, “Stop making me want you to come back to steal my food you idiot.” 

Akira Hayama

-Very proud of you 

-However, he isn't very keen on showing it so you’ll have to be patient

-There are some things you add in that even he doesn't sniff out which is probably the only time he’ll get curious and ask about it

“Making something new? What crazy ingredient did you add this time, hm?”

-May act all mean but he is actually very excited when you come to let him try your food

         -Never call him out though, he’ll always deny it

- “This again? Still hard at work trying to perfect it, are you? Fine ill have a taste.”

-Don't let the facade fool you, he’d hate if you asked anyone else to try your food.

       -Can be a bit childish when it comes to that

“Is it too salty?” He smacks his lips a few times, taking in the flavor. “If anything it's a bit lumpy, kinda dry too.” I scrunch my face, “Odd. Could've sworn I kept the heat low enough. Guess I wasn't paying enough attention.” He tilts his head, “The flavors aren't bad though, honestly pretty perfect if you ask me.” I give a small smile, delighted by his praise. “Sorry to drag you all the way here for this Soma.” He gives a low chuckle, “No problem. I'm always down to taste test, especially your amazing food!” I grab the plate with the crumbs of the cake I had recently made and brought it to the sink, “You do not need to flatter me.” He shakes his head, “No flattery needed. You’re talented, nothing to sugar coat y’know.” I wasn't sure how to respond to such blatant compliments so I settled for a small lopsided grin.  “Thanks, that means a lot. Especially coming from the first seat of the council himself.” A light pink brushed his cheeks, “Now whos doing the flattering? It's nothing to brag about. I do have a lot I must improve on.” His ability to grow never ceases to surprise me, “You have quite the determined spirit, it's admirable.” 

“Yeah, I'm sure he's quite the guy.” 

We both turn to the voice that chimed in, “Ah, Akira, how's it going?” Soma inquires with his usual enthusiasm but the albino doesn't share the sentiment. “Fine. What's happening here?” I don't miss his dismissive tone as he turns himself to me. “Soma was just taste-testing a recent cake I was making.” He narrowed his eyes for a moment, “Well how's that going?” He asked but I'm certain he didn't really want the honest answer to that. “Still need some tweaking, but good overall.” He folds his arms, “Well I'm glad he's been of assistance. Now I think thats enough for today, it's getting late.” Its 6:30… Soma chirps up, “Well i gotta head out, needa prepare some stuff for tomorrow's food war, see ya’!” He waves as he leaves the room, and for a split second, you could see a glint of a smirk on Akira’s face.

“You’re such a jealous child.”

“Shut up.”

“You know I'm right.” He pulls me in, pressing a warm kiss to my forehead, “You don't need him to taste your food. I was here y’know.” I rest on his chest, “You never really seemed interested in tasting my food so I asked Soma since he wasn't busy.” He tightens his grip, “Don't do that again. Just come to me and ill give you feedback.” I give a knowing smile but don't comment on his obvious jealousy, “Well ill keep that in mind.”

Erina Nakiri

-A true sweetheart honestly

-Will 100% help you with your sweets and pastries as the loving girlfriend she is

-Baking dates every weekend is a must

 “Quite the variety you have! All this for just one night?”

-Takes a little more time to judge the taste since she does truly enjoy your food and doesn't want to miss any key flavors

       -Has to take a few tastes to actually take it in and not just judge with her god tongue and all that

“Wow, this is well made! The ganache you used brings a beautiful contrast to the moisture from the cake; well done my dear.”

-Basically, her and Hisako's relationship if they were dating; just very doting and sweet entanglement

 -Loves when you surprise her with your treats after/during a long day

      -Simply brightens her whole day

  (might be ooc)

    The kitchen brimmed with anticipation as I stood beside her as she flour-dusted the countertops, and the sweet scent of vanilla permeated the air. Today, she had invited me to step into her world, to experience the artistry she crafted every day.

I watched with admiration as Y/n effortlessly measured ingredients, their hands moving with precision and grace. Their culinary intuition was a marvel, as they expertly combined flavors and textures to create a symphony of tastes. The kitchen became their canvas, and I was fortunate enough to witness the strokes of their pure genius.

With every task that was to assigned me, Y/n’s patience and guidance enveloped me. They encouraged me to embrace the techniques, trust my instincts, and pour love into each step. Their professional expertise blended with unwavering belief in me, ignited a newfound passion within my heart.

As we worked side by side, I absorbed their knowledge like a sponge. They shared secrets and tricks, while their insights lifted my baking skills to new heights. The boundaries between teacher and student blurred, as our connection deepened and our shared love for the craft blossomed.

The oven hummed, the heat embracing our creations with warmth and anticipation. Together, we carefully placed our masterpieces inside, entrusting them to the alchemy of heat and time. The kitchen transformed into a sanctuary of hope and creativity, where dreams and flavors melded together.

As we waited for our creations to bake, Y/n's presence filled the room with an aura of confidence. They smiled,  eyes gleaming with pride and love. At that moment, I knew that this experience was not just about baking—it was a testament to the beautiful bond we shared.

As the aroma of freshly baked goods filled the air, we opened the oven with eager anticipation. The sight before us took my breath away—golden perfection, a testament to our collaboration and dedication. With a sense of accomplishment, we adorned our creations with delicate touches, transforming them into edible works of art.

Sitting at the table, forks in hand, we tasted the fruits of our labor. Each bite danced on my taste buds, an orchestra of flavors that sang of our love and shared passion. At that moment, I felt the warmth of Y/n’s presence, the fulfillment of our culinary journey, and the sweet taste of a love nurtured by the joy of creation.

Baking with Y/n was more than an adventure in the kitchen—it was a glimpse into her world, a celebration of her talent, and a reminder of the beautiful bond we shared. Together, we wove a tapestry of flavors and emotions, creating a lasting memory that would forever sweeten our lives.

Takumi Aldini

-A tad competitive 

-Will mellow out when you’re practicing your craft though

-Absolutely will stare hard at you (but do not point that out, he will blush and pout)

“N-No! I wasn't staring. I don't know what you’re talking about.”

-Please make him some, will be fussy if you don't let him have what you made

-Will always give you pointers though so never be afraid to ask

    -Especially loves it when you come up to him to ask; makes him feel all bubbly inside And a bit outside too. (Again, don't point it out. Tsun-Tsun.)

I carefully dusted the final touches of powdered sugar onto the delicate pastries, admiring the golden crust and the perfectly piped cream filling. My heart swelled with pride as I surveyed the display of my creations in the bakery. This was my passion, my art—the result of years of dedication and hard work.

Just as I was about to take a step back to fully appreciate the beauty before me, I felt a pair of arms wrapping around my waist. Takumi, my Italian chef boyfriend, nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

"Y/n, these look amazing," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. "But you know, there's something missing."

I turned my head to catch a glimpse of his mischievous smile. "Oh? And what might that be?"

He pouted playfully, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, you see, I've been craving your sweet treats all day. You can't just tempt me with these delectable pastries and not save a few for your beloved Italian chef."

I couldn't help but chuckle at his theatrics. Takumi had a way of tugging at my heartstrings with his charm and infectious enthusiasm for food.

"All right, all right," I relented, unable to resist his request. "I'll save a couple of pastries just for you. But you better be prepared to savor every bite, Takumi."

He grinned triumphantly, his eyes gleaming with delight. "That's what I like to hear, Y/n. You know just how to make me happy."

As I carefully set aside a small box of pastries reserved exclusively for him, I couldn't help but marvel at the power food had to bring us closer. Our shared love for culinary delights was a bond that we cherished—a language of flavors and textures that spoke volumes in our relationship.

And so, with a secret stash of pastries hidden away, I looked forward to the moment when Takumi would indulge in my sweet creations. Because in those moments, as he savored every bite, I knew that our connection was strengthened, and our love for each other grew sweeter, one dessert at a time.

(This is my first writing piece on this platform so it's not the best but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless. Never hesitate to make a request and ill make time for it.)

[wooahaes]

working together

pairing: non-idol!vernon x gn!reader

genre: fluff <3

word count: 0.8k~

warnings: vernon being goofy <3 (he struggles with putting up a tent but he's cute about it). food mentions.

daisy's notes: i've actually never been camping tbh

Vernon was a man of many talents… but putting up a tent apparently wasn’t one of them.

He’d been fumbling with the instructions for a while now, and the stupid thing had collapsed on him yet again because he swore something was missing. Yet he heard the sound of your laugh growing closer, apparently having returned from getting the cooler out of the car. He had insisted that he could do this entirely on his own (and he could, he swore that he could, he was just… missing something that was probably obvious). He moved to lift the collapsed tent off of his head, peeking up at you with this shy smile on his face that he couldn’t fight off. Not when he heard your laugh, so full of love for the man that you fell in love with (even if he was kind of a mess in this moment). 

“Alright,” you said once your laughter had quelled. “Give me a sec and I’ll help.”

Thank god. If he was ever stuck on anything, he swore you had some sort of solution. Even if it was something you didn’t know much about, you’d always be there to give him some guidance in the form of making him take a break despite his insistence that he could do it if he tried harder. He knew just as well as you did that forcing himself to keep working never worked, but sometimes his own frustration was louder than logic. You had always told him there was no shame in that: it just meant he needed people who could pull him back when those moments arose. You or Seungkwan or any number of his friends knew how to keep him out of his own head, just like he’d learned how to keep all of you out of yours. 

He watched you set the cooler down after gauging a good spot for it, and then you made your way over, kneeling down to help him start this over again. With your help, the two of you finally managed to pitch the tent, sitting inside of it for a moment to admire the hard work. Maybe it was a little more your work than his own, but he was happy to hand things to you and find the missing piece he couldn’t find earlier.

“Sorry I suck at this,” he said while he was checking his phone.

“Don’t say that!” You pouted, and it earned a laugh from him. “You’re good at things—plus that piece rolled away from you. I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you there to help.”

“You sound like Jihoon—”

You swatted at his arm, “I mean it! You don’t ‘suck at this’ as far as I know. You could have done it if it didn’t get away from you.”

“I don’t need validation—”

“You’re perfect,” you pulled him over, wrapping your arms around him. “And smart. And incredibly funny, and cool, and—”

He laughed a little, snuggling in. You were wearing one of his larger hoodies, yet he could smell your body spray clinging to it and your skin. Maybe he’d steal this one back from you later, then. “And?”

“I’ll make army stew to celebrate,” you giggled. Ah. That was all you wanted to say: you didn’t make army stew often, but he wasn’t going to argue with you if you wanted to make good food to ‘celebrate’ this little moment. Maybe he’d tease you later for picking the tent as something to celebrate over your upcoming anniversary.

He wrapped his arms around you. “You want me to help?”

Immediately, he felt you tense up, and he laughed. “I’m good.”

“I thought you said I was perfect—”

You kissed him quickly, wiggling your way out of his arms. “You are! But your cooking…”

Another peal of laughter erupted from him as you escaped. He scrambled up to follow you, shoving the tent’s opening out of his way, “Hey! At least let me help with something! I can boil the noodles!”

“No need! I’ve got it!”

You’d taken off running back to the car, keys tucked into your hand, with the plan of getting whatever you’d left behind. Vernon just smiled to himself, sitting atop the cooler as he admired what the two of you had set up so far. If nothing else… He was great at hyping you up for things… Including doing so in his job as professional taste tester for your cooking alone. He applied based on his ‘advanced tastebuds’ for all things that you made. You told him he got the job because of his looks (his facial expressions, but he liked the loud, playfully offended ‘hey!’ whenever he said it like that instead).

Yeah… He could definitely enjoy this trip with you as long as you had his back.

taglist: @twancingyunhao @wonuziex @staranghae @synthetickitsune @weird-bookworm

[rriavian]

Ok so this was supposed to come up in one of my fics already (and I may have asked someone about this or said something about it in my tags once) but…

How did the Corinthian make money?

Because if he’d been living in the waking world for 100yrs with the ‘oh wow this is great’ mindset then he’s clearly never engaged with getting a job (tbh this is a question for the other dreams/nightmares too).

Leave the dreaming so he can do what he wants? Honey the human world is not filled with people who can do whatever they want. The Corinthian had a nice fancy car that even if he’d stolen would still need fuel put in it. If he can just manifest money with his nightmare powers, like sneak into someone’s dream and bring it out, then maybe no job is required. I don’t think he’d steal from his victims though (unless they’d really pissed him off) seems a bit too petty crime for him.

(Fic idea:

The Corinthian: I want to taste what it’s like to be human

Dream, unimpressed: then why don’t you get a job)

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mister steal your girl

pairing: situationship! heeseung + fem!reader feat. not-so secret admirer flirty bsf! niki

synopsis: when rejecting heeseung’s invite to watch him play basketball turns him into a jealous mess.

genre: tbh idek.. kinda fluff kinda not, indirectly stated mutual pining, it’s a situationship

warnings! cursing, like indirectly stated rejection but really not, teasing & banter :)

notes: heeseung is older than y/n by a year and niki a year younger. y/n’s lowkey kinda toxic but we won’t get into that right now lol. niki and y/n are close friends but he would def take his chance if given. i kinda wanna turn this au universe into a small series so let me know what y’all think :)

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the time reads 12:30am when your phone suddenly vibrates.

“hello?”

“you seriously would’ve came only for niki?”heeseung questions, and you can hear the whine wanting to break through his voice. he’s out of breath after playing basketball for about three hours straight and you’ve concluded he just got out the gym now.

“well did i show up? no, so there’s your answer” you reply, both loving and hating this conversation in the earliest hour of day.

this morning heeseung had asked if you’d want to come watch him play since he’d be coming to town. making up some excuse and saying no, he must’ve found out that you told niki you wouldn’t have denied the invite if you knew that he was going to be there as well.

heeseung lets out an annoyed groan into the mic, followed by you rolling your eyes.

“whatever, you’re fake for that” heeseung follows and you can hear him unlocking his car, faint voices in the background.

“oh my god, you guys started at 9:30!” you huff in annoyance but a smirk stays put on your face. “that’s so late, i wasn’t gonna come no matter what.”

“stop lying, you stay up until this time anyway.”

“i get into bed around 9!”

a low chuckle leaves heeseung’s throat as he shakes his head. he doesn’t understand this push and pull game that you play with him but he can’t seem to get himself to walk away. you’re intoxicating, your voice and attention like poison that he wants to keep to himself any chance he gets.

“whatever. i’ll just see you another time then,” he says quietly, although not quiet enough. you can hear the rest of his friends begin to pile into his car and one voice in particular catches your attention.

“who is that? y/n?” niki’s voice is loud compared to the rest. you can hear the “ooohs” and laughter of everyone else in the car while heeseung groans once again, ready to leave this place and start the 45 minute drive back home.

the shuffling of hands take over before a sweet voice leaves the phone.

“hiii y/n~” niki greets, the normal flirty tone in his voice flowing through your right ear. niki gives heeseung a mischievous grin and heeseung turns to face the front of the car. a giggle escapes out of you and you smile. oh how toxic, but so entertaining.

“awh hi niki, i missed you” you say through a pout. the car goes wild, signaling to you that yup, you are now on speaker phone. you can practically hear heeseung slap his palm to his face, ruffling his hair in slight frustration and turning back to face his younger friend with his phone.

niki chuckles and pulls the phone closer to his mouth.

“oh i missed you too princess, but your boyfriend over here is giving me death glares. i’ll text you later.” he grins and hands the phone back to heeseung. you hum in reply and soon enough the rest of the guys are laughing together. heeseung turns off the speaker and puts the phone back to his ear, turning onto the highway.

“don’t ever talk to me again,” he spits out quietly, his eyebrows are scrunched together with god who knows how many feelings.

“like you’ll be able to handle yourself without me anyway” and the satisfied grin makes home on your face again.

“oh shut up.”

“mhmm, now stop talking to me and focus on driving. call me when you get home,” you say softly as sleep takes over your body. you can visualize how pink heeseung’s cheeks are glowing, just as you intended.

thank god it’s dark out right now because if any of his friends were to see just how down bad he is for you he wouldn’t be able to take another hit. and god forbid heeseung actually wants to make it home without having to throw one of his homies out the van.

so he clears his throat before giving you a final answer.

“yeah yeah, just go to bed lazy ass. i’ll call you in the morning.”

you let out a laugh, now its your turn to blush.

“that’s what i thought,” you mumble through your tired lips before hanging up the phone.

heeseung drops his phone into the cup holder as a shy smile grows on his face. he doesn’t know how exactly he got himself stuck in your trap, but he can’t help but know that he’s slowly getting yourself to unlock it.

“better watch out heeseung,” sunghoon starts from the back seat, a snicker leaving jake’s lips.

“mister steal your girl over here might just be your biggest threat.”

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oh how i wish i was stuck in this love triangle, haha

[pumpkinsy0]

I feel like Dallas respects Angela only because she very specifically does NOT respect him and doesn't bother to try and hide her disdain. I'd love to hear your thoughts on their dynamic

OK I HAVE LIKE 2 WAY OF SEEING ANGELA AND DALLYS RELATIONSHIP

1) theyre both close, but not bc they know each other on a personal level, its bc dallys close to tim and so he kinda knows way more than the average tulsa resident would rlly know about angela, he knows about angela through tims drunken rants about his life on the rare chances that him and tim arent fighting and acc get along, and the same goes reverse, angela knows about dally through tim and sylvias rants, but they never rlly talk to each other, its always just a few words to each other and its always slightly awkward, but u cant tell bc they r both able to keep up appearances, its not like they rlly have anything in common so what is there to talk about????but if dally did hear angela needed help he’d help to some degree (like if tim asked him to look after angela and curly, wanted him to pick angela up from somewhere he’d do it, begrudgingly, but he’d do it) theyre close on the most BASIC level of the word

2) they do NOT care for each other at all, they see the other as like a pest, angela hates dally bc of the way he treats sylvia (thats her bff right there🤞🏽🤞🏽) and bc he literally beats up her brother. dally hates angela bc shes a shepard and sylvias bff, he just does not like sylvias friends bc theyre always judging him. tbh i dont even know if hate is the right words, he doesnt have any STRONG feelings towards angela, but its def not allat positive, that isnt to say hes gonna treat her like SHIT tho shes still tims sister, he just tries not to get in the same room as her, like ever

angela and dally just alternate between these two, sometimes theyre fine w each other, other times they cant stand each other

BUT I DO LOVE THAT IDEA OF URS, i think thats also part of their dynamic, its just kinda hidden under other layers

while we’re here im speaking on my thoughts on curly and dallys relationship: but like dally doesnt rlly care for curly that much, guaranteed “closer” that angela and dally bc they actually have things they can relate on, but curly hates the guy bc he feels like he steals tims attention like all the time, and if ur curly who just wants his brother/father figures approval, dally is ur BIGGEST obstacle. on top of that, he doesnt even understand how DALLYS allowed near pony but HE isnt, thats also a reason. dally doesnt rlly care for how curly feels, curly makes a comment about him and he rolls his eyes and is like “whatever” bc he doesnt rlly see curly as being worth fighting w and that makes curly even MORE annoyed bc he wants to be taken seriously by EVERYONE. think of them as like siblings who genuinely whole heartedly cannot stand each other and theres not a lot of affection goin on between em.

this turned into an entire essay im sorry </3

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that person with the ABO true mates thing has the right idea tbh. on a similar note, imagine instead dream is the 3rd child of some important medieval noble family. he's resigned to live a life of boring diplomacy and living in his father's shadow and probably being married off for some political alliance (he is the 2nd son but he's also the 3rd child and imo death is generally a lot more well prepared for anything he might have thrown his way as the "spare" but we already knew that)

but one day dream and some of his family are in the town square, perhaps returning from a long journey. they maybe were off trying to negotiate a deal for dream's hand in marriage, but dream was so miserable about it that the talks were useless and everyones coming home upset. theres a lot of people around and its generally very busy, so it isn't very surprising that dream brushes shoulders with some stranger, but before he gets the chance to tell him off for it since he is still a bratty little prince, he gets thrown into a full blown heat. like, falls to the ground, clawing to get his clothes off because theyre too much, panting because he cant catch his breath type. (i personally am a huge sucker for bottom dream regardless of whether he doms or not, but after seeing an ask about househusband/alpha!hob i really cant get the idea of dom bottom omega dream and service top submissive alpha hob out of my head)

anyway, he gets back home just fine to wait out his heat, and as soon as he's done he's hell bent on finding whoever it was that sent him into that. night would probably want him to go find whoever it was (thinking of night in overture making a whole pocket dimension for dream and a lover), but maybe time would want to still get a political alliance out of this. he ends up doing some cinderella type thing to find hob back and he's so in love he conveniently ignores that hob is a mercenary/thief/sword for hire/bounty hunter/whatever and has probably most definitely also stolen from dreams family before. besides, who cares about a little bit of money when you can order your new alpha mate to fuck you halfway to hell and back? all im gonna say is they have NOTHING to worry about when it comes to heirs

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I see submissive alpha hob? I go feral. Literally this whole thing is GOLD.

I’m imagining after his heat, Dream uses his status (maybe with Night’s help if she’s in a good mood) to summon all the unmated alphas in town to his family’s home, and has them all walk past him while he smells every single one. Hob literally only showed up for the opportunity to steal some stuff from the place, so imagine his shock when little lordling Dream pounces on him and declares that they are true mates!! Hob obviously isn’t mad about it because Dream is the prettiest little darling he’s ever seen… he’s also an absolute terror, spends half his time snarling and the other half sulking. Hob loves it, loves him within about an hour (especially when Dream drags him off and takes his knot in a store cupboard - they’re not even married! the scandal is delicious!).

Dream is insatiable, but Hob is more than able to keep up. Hob doesn’t give a shit about manners or being respectable, and he’ll gladly join Dream in skipping out on diplomatic dinners and other dull things. The “honeymoon phase” doesn’t show any sign of stopping after a year of being mated - Dream rarely shows his face outside of their bedroom before noon, because he’s busy. It’s a good thing that Hob has access to high quality food now, because otherwise he’d be dropping a lot of weight with all the strenuous activity Dream expects from him.

Dream’s family aren’t best pleased with the match, but even they can’t stand in the way of true mates, and Dream is only the third child so it isn’t the end of the world. At least Hob keeps Dream out of trouble and full of pups.

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hi so i answered all of these oc ship asks from @inky-duchess myself for fun so uh. long post ahead i have a normal amount of thoughts about idhren and leithe

Who fell first? Who fell harder? Idhren fell for Leithe emotionally pretty quickly and then realized he’d also be open to romance somewhere along the way. Leithe always thought he was pretty, objectively speaking, in the years they were friends, but fell so hard once she saw him in armor and sparring with someone

Who is the one who fusses the most? Does their S/O mind very much? Absolutely Idhren. Leithe thinks it’s sweet but sometimes she’s like “it is quite literally just a scratch calm down.” She doesn’t fuss so much as just force him to eat and sleep when he forgets

What is their love language? Some combination of acts of service and quality time for both of them. Long meandering conversations that would be impossibly boring to anyone else

Has either OC ever gotten a hickey off the other? What was their reaction? Yes, both of them, she’ll wear it with pride, he’ll be blushing whether he got or gave it

What is something they like to do together? Long conversations where they try to puzzle out solutions to her advocacy or his council work, reading books or making things and just existing in the same space

Who would ask the "would you love me if I were a worm?" question? How would their S/ O answer? Genuinely Leithe would say that as a joke to make him laugh and he would be all “yes of course love, go to sleep” but still be laughing

Who likes forehead kisses? Who likes hand kisses? Who likes neck kisses? Leithe tends to be on the receiving end of forehead kisses due to the height difference, but a simple kiss on the hand will get her so fucking good. She’ll kiss him on the neck to watch him blush, and a kiss to his forehead would probably make him cry I’m being so honest

Who is the big spoon? Little spoon? Goes both ways tbh

If there wasnt enough seats, how would they sit? One on the other's lap? One on the armrest? One on the floor in front of them? Leithe will sit anywhere so it depends on how serious the setting. Idhren would probably just remain standing

Who plays with whose hair? So Leithe has pretty short curls, and will definitely let Idhren do what he wants with her hair because it feels nice, but typically it’s the other way around since his hair is longer. She really likes it, and it feels nice so he doesn’t mind

Who is clingy? Oh that’s not even a question it’s Idhren. But like, internally, because he doesn’t want to bother her

What is something their S/O does that makes them flustered? Well Leithe has a whole thing about being reminded that her demure, serious scholarly husband spent many years as a soldier, so just seeing him in armor or sparring/training. Idhren gets flustered at nearly everything tbh but Leithe will just Say Something that’s like an inappropriate inside joke between them in public and it’s over

What is something they find hot about their S/O? She likes his hands, and the way he looks when he’s focusing on something and how that one strand of hair keeps falling in his eyes, and his profile. He likes her eyes and the way she moves when she’s doing something she enjoys, all practiced ease and confidence and sun

What is something they argue about constantly? Is it a deep-seated issue or something small? Ignoring the trauma impostor syndrome stuff, she takes her tea with honey and he insists you can’t even taste the tea if you do it like that

How do they comfort one another when the other is upset? He tends to just hold her and let her vent or cry or whatever she needs. She’ll do the same, but would also offer a distraction or want to brainstorm a solution

Who is the better caretaker? Does their S/O like being taken care of? Definitely Idhren. He’s so bad at being taken care of though. Leithe’s passable either way

Who steals whose clothes? Does their significant other mind? Leithe steals his shirts to wear at home, Idhren steals her scarves/shawls sometimes for the same use but also because he's cold, neither minds

They've had a major blowout. How do they handle it? He apologizes first and insists it’s all his fault, she sits down like “okay no we’re both at fault let’s talk about it like adults”

How good are they are communication? A lot better with time, once they realize each other’s quirks. The years of friendship first definitely helped

Who handles the spiders? Who screams directions in the background? Honestly, they’re both the “catch it and put it outside” type

Who typically tends to initiate intimacy first (this can be a conversation, action or anything)? Almost always Leithe but Idhren is quick to go along with it

What is something - either character - doesn't like about the other? She’s stubborn, which is almost always a good thing until they’re trying to decide the proper way to cook a dish with regional variants or something petty like that. He’s very negative, and it’s mostly that she doesn’t like how much it hurts him, but over minor issues it can get annoying I’m sure

Who said "I love you" first? It could go either way? Either a straightforward declaration from her or a “-because I don’t want to lose anyone else that I love” mid-ongoing crisis on accident from him

Who kissed who first? Oh yeah that was Leithe

Do they have any pet names for one another? See I don’t want to get into conlangs yet but he’d call her “sunlight” or something in Fairalmin, or “dearest” or something. She’d favor “love,” or something vaguely teasing and very specific I haven’t settled on yet

Who gets jealous most often? How does their S/O deal with that? Leithe doesn’t do relationship jealousy, she would’ve been open to sharing Idhren with Maithyr if a poly arrangement had been in the cards and Maithyr had been more available. Idhren doesn’t so much do traditional jealousy, like he trusts her, he just worried that she’ll find someone more capable and less difficult to deal with

Who tends to drive on long journeys? Who navigates? (In a modern au) they take turns, but she gets headaches from reading in the car so it’s mostly just infrequently repeating phone directions

Do they trust one another? Are comfortable discussing their fears with one another? Leithe is pretty open voluntarily, but talking about her parents wishes for her and some of her more serious fears took a while. Idhren trusts her but tends to not want to burden her with things, but eventually she knew more or less everything about his past

What's an insecurity they hold about their relationship? She sometimes thinks she’s too much, too loud or brash or excitable. He tends to think he’s too dreary and somber and is dragging her down

Describe how one character would cheer other up after a hard day. Idhren would make Leithe tea and something warm to eat and offer to listen, because she tends to work through things by talking. Leithe knows Idhren responds better to physical comfort and reminders that his mind isn’t an objective judge of things, so she mostly just holds him

How would they describe one another. He’d describe Leithe as sunny, and vibrant, all contagious smiles and passionate speeches and gestures, brave and just, so pretty and doesn’t she just have the nicest laugh and have you heard her talk about the amendment she’s pushing for in Lauthein’s assembly, she gets that look in her eyes, her eyes are so beautiful- She’d describe him as more than he seems, and gods have you ever seen him in that old Linadorin vanguard armor, quite the sight, with his hair up and everything, and he’s so kind and softspoken and attentive and oh, you should hear him sing, his accent is so pretty, and honestly the tired vaguely ill look is sort of endearing of you ask her

Can they communicate private thoughts whilst in company? If so, how? Lots of sidelong looks and little half-statements, where the meaning is only clear to each of them

Which one of them gives "that look" when the other is acting like a fool? Leithe will just fucking look at him with the meaning “stop thinking so hard you’re doing it again” so clearly present

How do they address a problem in their relationship? Typically they talk it through like adults, but he’s always been sort of quick to overthink things and she tends to try to fix things that should be left alone at times

How does each significant other view any exes and former relationships? He’s on friendly terms with her various short term relationships and the person her parents tried to set her up with. She liked Maithyr well enough, and understood why things ended how they did, but she was always aware of how badly he hurt Idhren without meaning to

What is something that would break their hearts? Leithe absolutely hates seeing those moments where the truth of how cruelly Idhren thinks of himself comes through unfiltered by the polite unbothered facade. As for the reverse, well. It’s less a hypothetical, and more a “everyone he loves dies and leaves him behind to grieve.” but also some alternate version where she lived but gave up the work she cared about and lost hope in its success would've hurt him so much to see

Who is more likely to avenge their S/O if they were hurt or killed? Oh, Leithe. She’s a force to be reckoned with. Idhren would (…did) internalize it and get stuck in a cycle of grief. He doesn’t really do revenge

What would be their ideal evening in? Long discussions about current events and policy that turn into sitting by the fire curled up together reading. and then whatever other activities Leithe gets the idea for

Do they dance? If so, who's better? They’re both pretty good dancers, with her being raised among nobles and him learning the nuances of polite company for council work. As for who’s better, it depends on the dance

What is a song that reminds you of the OCs' relationship? I have a playlist for him so lots of the songs remind me of both of them. Seafret's "To the Sea" is a good one for them

Who sings to the other? Are they any good? Actually they both sing, often together. They’ll both say the other is better. She has a nice bright soprano voice, and he’s an unassuming but very pretty sounding tenor

Who teases who? What about? It goes both ways but usually she’s teasing him, typically about anything to do with him getting flustered easily. He’ll tease her about the armor thing or about her being short sometimes though

Who gets up early? Who stays in bed late? She’s more functional in mornings than him, but they’re both night owls to varying degrees (his sleep schedule would be nocturnal if he let it)

Who's more likely to bring the other coffee or breakfast in bed?Probably Leithe, if only because she rarely lingers in bed for more than half an hour, and Idhren would fucking rot in bed all day if he had nothing to do

What's the worst thing the other can say to one another? Probably for him to say there’s no point to her work, or for her to say he’s right about himself

If they were ever in a life or death situation who risks their life? They both would, but he’d do it first, even if neither of them had to risk it. It’s a bad habit. He’s got no fucking self preservation instinct

If it ever came down to it, who is turning to the darkside to save the other? Oh, absolutely Leithe, we’ve established Idhren goes the “unhealed grief and blaming himself” route instead of revenge

If they ever had less that 5 mins to tell their S/ O something before never seeing them again, what would they say? Damn, what would she have told him. (taking the interpretation of impending death, because...yeah). Probably not to blame himself. That he deserves better than to mourn forever, that he’s allowed to enjoy life, that he’s a good person and that their child isn’t wrong to look up to him. If the situation was reversed (if things went a little worse when he was trying to sort everything out just after the war...) he’d tell her that he’s sorry, that he knows she’ll achieve everything she’s worked for, and also that he doesn’t want her to grieve too severely and that she had no part in it

Is there a word or gesture that makes either of them melt? Sometimes he’ll kiss her hand and she’ll just like, short circuit for a second. Or he’ll wrap his arms around her from behind. She’ll play with his hair while they kiss. I need to think more about words though

Who's the romantic? Idhren, he’s just bad at initiating anything

Are there any characters who ship them? You know the entire Third Watch thought of those two as their second parents, and Hal and his wife were their closest friends so they definitely had their support

Who cooks? Who does the dishes? They take turns, but she’s better at cooking and he’s better at baking, maybe

Who eats healthier? Who's got the sweet-tooth? She’s got a sweet tooth, but that being said, he regularly forgets to eat unless reminded so it’s not exactly healthy

What's something that they don't really care for but tolerate because S/O has an interest? The social circles of each other’s jobs. He finds hers exhausting and she finds his stuffy and gossipy

Who spoils who? Does their S/O tolerate it? Do they secretly enjoy it? This also goes both ways, but she’s more openly receptive to it, he’ll get flustered and say she doesn’t have to

Who tends to be the level-headed one? Who is feral? Yeah Leithe’s fucking feral, Therien had to get it from somewhere

Who reminds the other to wear a coat when it's cold out? Idhren reminds Leithe, but usually ended up giving her his coat. At least, until she realized he was lying about not being cold, and made more of an effort to remember her own

Do they hold hands? They’ll sit in front of a fire reading books in silence for hours and hold hands the whole time

Is there a spot they tend to kiss or caress habitually? Leithe has a tiny scar on the back of her knuckles from jewelry smithing, and Idhren will either kiss over it or run his thumb over it while holding her hand. He’ll also kiss where her neck joins her shoulder, or just brush his hand across her cheek. Leithe also likes touching his hands, and she likes to kiss his nose (thinks it’s a cute way to catch him unaware) or his throat (likes watching how flustered it makes him)

Are they willing to show PDA? If not, is there a reason? They’re both fine with simple gestures and quick kisses in public, within the bounds of polite society, but she tends to push it a bit further or define “in public” a bit differently

How would they describe their S/O in one word? Vibrant or warm, to describe her- and tenderhearted for her description of him, maybe

How would outside characters describe their relationship? They look like they’re made for each other, like they’re near exact opposites but somehow they balance each other out perfectly and it works

How would they describe one another in bed? I have not put much thought into this don’t ask me that they're like parents to me lmao that's gross. He’d say she's a bit energetic and rather flexible, and leave it up to the imagination what he means. She’d just say he’s not as uptight as he looks

Would they ever answer the above question if it was asked to their face? How would they react? Oh, yeah, Leithe would answer with varying degrees of mischievous honesty depending on the audience, Idhren would give some noncommittal positive response and blush so hard

Who tends to take the lead in intimate encounters? Leithe

Have they ever been caught in the act? What would be their reaction if they were? They’ve been caught making out. He was very apologetic and embarrassed but would later tell her it was very worth it. She was much less genuinely apologetic, and would agree with him later

Have they ever done it anywhere questionable? Yeah but don’t worry about it lmao. Leithe’s idea obviously. Like maybe one of those times they snuck into a garden at night or, if we want to get angsty about the time in Nar-thelyr post war, somewhere there in an attempt to add fonder memories that they later realized wasn’t a great solution

Who is more vocal? Who is more experienced? They both have nearly the same amount of experience, although she’s had more varied partners (she’s pan) and his only relationships before her had been with men (he’s bi). She’s a lot more comfortable being vocal and she leans more into talking. He tends to force himself into near silence except for quiet noises and yes Leithe is absolutely so weak to them

If they were to go shopping, who holds the bags? Who decides where they go? They plan out where to go ahead of time, making sure to hit everywhere they each want to go, time allowing, but then typically stop to look at more along the way. And they both carry the bags but she’s a “get all the groceries in one trip” kind of person

If they went out to dinner, who is paying? Would there even be a discussion? Split if it’s early in their relationship, but once they’re established they just go back and forth

If someone were to insult their S/O, how would the other handle it? Leithe would either get angry or just be like “huh, if that’s what you want to think, I guess” judgy about it. Idhren would definitely defend Leithe but typically just him being tall as fuck and vaguely scary looking on first impression is enough to get an apology

If someone flirted with or showed an interest in their S/O, how would the other react? They’re both pretty secure in their relationship so it’d be a casual “did you see that” “yeah that was so awkward, they were kind of pretty though” “by your taste or mine?” sort of laughing gossip later

Who knows the other better? Why is this? Idhren probably knows Leithe a little better, but only because she’s more open. Although he’s also a predictable fool at times so it’s close

Who's more likely to bail who out of jail? Would they give the other one shit for it? I’m pretty sure modern au Leithe would have been arrested for protesting on many occasions. Idhren would fully support her but also prefer to not be in hectic crowds if he could help it

Which - if any - other famous ship's vibe they emulate? ......... .........oh yknow

Are they soulmates? Do they believe in that? I mean soulmates in the sense that they fit well together but neither of them put much stock in fate

What is something they would never forgive the other one for doing/saying? ...That’s a good question I’ll get back to you on that

Who has memorised the other's medical history? Idhren has Leithe’s memorized because he worries. His is also much more extensive

Also, are they each other's first contact in an accident? Oh yes absolutely. I mean. Canonically he was the first informed I suppose

What tropes could be applied to this relationship? Sun and moon, black cat husband/golden retriever wife, I’m sure there’s more idk

Did they have a meet cute? Or was it a train wreck? Oh it was so good, they had both gone outside at some evening event, used to being only seen for various surface level traits (her appearance over her words, his foreign accent) and hit it off as friends

Make their relationship into a list of A03 tags. I’ve forgotten every tag I’ve ever used but emotional hurt/comfort is sure on there

Who gets frustrated more easily? How does the other calm them down? Idhren gets frustrated with himself about as often as Leithe gets frustrated with her work. They both tend to prefer distractions once it's clear it's just, frustration and not an issue that can be fixed

Have they ever almost lost one another? How does it affect their relationship? Not in the troubled relationship sense, but the whole “Idhren being so unstable when he had to go back to Nar-thelyr after Maithyr's suicide and get all of the late warmaster's postwar plans in order while grieving and trying his best not to follow” was very hard on both of them, but brought them closer, it was in the early years where the lines of friendship and romance were sort of blending between them

Their S/O is tipsy. How do they handle it? Leithe is an excited and chatty drunk so Idhren just kind of listens and humors her and gets her some water. Idhren will without fail cry when he’s drunk so he doesn’t drink often

Who gives the best gifts? Who gives the more thoughtful? Who goes for expensive? Neither of them are very big on gift giving, but it tends to be small, unique things that may have little objective value- a little piece of jewelry that would look nice with their eyes, some tea or spices from a foreign market during their travels

If they ever lost one another in a public place, how do they find the other? He just goes and stands somewhere visible and lets her sort it out, she’s too short to find in a crowd (she’s like 5’4” and he's 6'4")

What's the darkest secret they have ever told one another? Idhren’s is obviously talking about the shipwreck, like Leithe knew that it happened but the details, talking about how he watched Calenna and Lhurin die (one is thrown from the ship when it hits the rocks, the other tries to climb to safety and slips, haven’t decided which is which yet) and how he just like, sat there on the splintered deck waiting out the storm and asking the gods- first the Four, and then the banished Fifth even- to either save them or to kill him too. The ones for Leithe are harder. I think, despite her having a mostly good relationship with her parents, they were never wholly satisfied with her work since as a lesser noble family she didn’t need to be putting herself out there with such controversial things. So she cared for them, but kind of emotionally distanced herself from them, and had a really hard time when they died feeling like she wasn’t grieving in a normal or correct way because it was all so disorienting. I also want to add that she’d have a lot of that particular brand of intrusive thought, the “your brain gives you a mental image of dropping your child to make you you hold them tighter” type of weird brain thing but like, with other things too and so uncomfortable to deal with and she hates to even acknowledge it’s a thing so most people would have no idea

Would they ever consider marriage? They were canonically married yes

Would they ever consider starting a family? Therien is there yeah

Who likes kids more? Who can't stand them? They both like kids and kids tend to like them. Maybe Leithe a bit more, Idhren is kind of “I’m going to fuck it up I should not be responsible for a person” about it

There's a puddle in one's way. What does their S/O do? She jumps over it, he walks around or through it depending on shoes

One has hurt their leg on a hike. How does their S/O carry them? He’ll just pick her up either bridal style or on his back. She’s a foot shorter, so the best he’s getting is an arm around him to keep the weight off the injury

Their pet has caused destruction. Who puts the pet in jail? Who defends the pet? Either one puts the pet in jail and the other is being teasingly dramatic in the background

Who gives flowers to their S/O? What sort of flowers do they like? There’s always flowers in their home, given either way, but she likes them a bit more. Her favorites are sunflowers and yellow mums, he likes snowdrops

Who reads the newspaper? Who wants to see the cartoons? (modern au) They both do and they have lengthy conversations about it. And then read the cartoons

How do they wake their S/O up? Is it difficult to rouse them? Leithe isn’t a heavy sleeper, but Idhren never stopped sleeping as lightly as he did as a soldier. He’ll wake her with a hand on her shoulder or a kiss, she tends to wake him with a kiss, or just on accident when she sits up or something

Who would burn the world down for who? Leithe should be allowed to commit arson for any reason actually. But it could be either of them

Who gives off "they said no pickles" energy? Leithe definitely

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[mcmactictac]

Spoilers for pjo tv. Fair warning non book readers

Yk I was originally making fun of all the non book readers who think Grover is the traitor but tbh with the way the show is narratively setting him up right now? It makes sense. Like obviously he’s not and I know that I’m just saying like.

Adding the scene where he rats out Percy to get him kicked out of Yancy? Valid and I get it but yeah makes him an obvious suspect

Having a pattern established of him keeping secrets from Percy (being a demigod, mrs. Dodds, his mom, him being Thalia’s protector) like again all perfectly reasonable but it’s the pattern that would make it suspicious

When he tells Percy about his mom, with an emphasis on the when. Without Grover telling Percy that, it didn’t look like Percy would have gone on the quest. Obviously he did it because he’s a good guy and friend but again, could totally be read as him pushing Percy towards the quest

He doesn’t fight Percy or annabeth on staying behind at the arch. I really can’t blame him because for a non confrontational mf I would not want to get between those two. But could be read as him letting them pick themselves off. Clearly not true if you look at his character, but if you already mistrusted him, it wouldn’t help

This last point further emphasized by his reaction to Percy being alive. Obvious annabeth is the focus in that moment and given Percy sacrificed himself for her it’s different. But if you had a theory going, this could play into it

Whatever tf was up with him staying with Ares? I know 100% that Luke is the traitor like I know and have known that for YEARS but the way they set the start of that scene up was suspicious as fuck. Not helped by the fact I’m already distrustful of Ares, but I feel like any non book reader would also be. Ares is very clear about wanting war and Grover cozies RIGHT up to him. Starts dropping war facts, getting him trusting and comfortable to let down his guard, get him talking? Like he’s trying to get information but he’s also established that trust which could let him plant information too.

That vague ass comment about finding the lightning thief? And how they know Percy didn’t steal the bolt but it doesn’t matter because Zeus thinks he did? And that’s where we leave off on their private conversation?

Kind of a side note but like as a satyr who brings kids back to camp, obviously couldn’t save Thalia, we already established that. He’d have a motive to hate the gods. Does he act on it? No! But you could totally argue that seeing demigods abandoned by their parents, who he tries to save but just. Don’t make it back to camp? Could give him a motive for vengeance. And again that’s clearly not in his personality at ALL but I’m trying to consider the perspective of someone who doesn’t know these characters inside and out

In summary none of these events alone are suspicious but the show is clearly setting up a pattern to put Grover in that spot of suspicion. Especially for younger viewers who might not think too deeply about it? The narrative is kinda setting him up to look suspicious right now even though he isn’t. He’s a very different personality type from Percy and Annabeth for sure, he’s much less confrontational. It’s just the way and the situations he’s framed in? It’s not as unreasonable an assumption for new viewers as I felt it was before.

[drgstrcowboi]

would i let the gang bum a smoke off me

i have mild to moderate brain rot at the moment bc I can’t smoke while I’m sick so here are my unsolicited opinions on whether I’d let the gang bum smokes off me/use my lighter

tw: smoking, cigarettes

[if you’re gonna judge me for being a smoker plz just don’t read and leave me to my misery i know it’s bad for my health]

Darry

I feel like he’d only ask to bum a smoke if he really needed it because he doesn’t really smoke in the book/movie so I’d def say yes. If he’s hard up enough to ask for one, I’d for sure share.

and I would 100% let him use my lighter and trust that he’d give it back

Sodapop

yeah I’d probably give him a cig if he asked but I doubt he’d ask bc I smoke marlboro black 100s and he strikes me as someone who likes lighter/menthol cigs

he can borrow my lighter and if he wants it, he can have it. Sodapop can do no wrong, precious little bean.

Ponyboy

man, I’d feel bad giving him one bc this kid smokes way too much especially for his age. so if I’m feeling particularly responsible, I might say no, especially if Darry was around. but in a lot of instances, yeah I’d share.

he probably has his own lighter tbh but fine whatever he can borrow mine.

Two-Bit

he can bum a smoke off me any day of the week but he cannot use my lighter bc he would break it and steal it—it in that order.

i have no further notes.

Steve

no. I would share with him only bc it’s smoker code to share. but i kinda feel like Steve and I wouldn’t get along (Aires and Leo) so idk if he’d even dare ask.

he cannot use my lighter for the same reasons as two.

Johnny

yes. 100% yes. No questions asked. Johnny would be a great smoke break partner and given how much Dallas bums off him, I know he’s gotta be out of cigs all the time.

he can def use my lighter but I kinda hc that Johnny has a really nice zippo that he takes good care of/treasures so he probs wouldn’t need my lighter.

Dallas

no. re: my previous post: I wouldn’t share with him bc I think Dal probs doesn’t let other people bum off of him. so it’s like reciprocity I guess?? I mean if he was genuine about how he asked, yeah I’d give him one i mean who can say no to those puppy dog eyes

he cannot use my lighter. he would steal it. wanting to steal the lighter is probably his actual motivation for asking for a cigarette in the first place. oh who am I kidding I’d let him steal my lighter and my heart

[lisztomaniqcc]

Hi 🦇

Can I request a NSFW alphabet for Lester?

My silly little brain has fixated on him and I think I've read almost all the content for him on this app, I am starving for Lester content. He's my funky little guy

I love that lil rat man sm <3 I havent written smut in a bit so i hope this is alright !! Thank you sm for the req love i had a tonne of fun writing it !!

warnings: nsfw, lester being horny tbh

word count: 3k+

|| LESTER SINCLAIR NSFW ALPHABET ||

A- AFTERACRE (WHAT ARE THEY LIKE AFTER SEX)

This sweet boy would make sure you're all cleaned up and hydrated after. He’d cuddle with you for a few minutes before he goes off and gets a warm cloth to wipe all the cum off of you. He’d get you both a glass of water and a snack before running you a proper bath knowing you two would be aching all over the next day. He’d massage you and gently wash your body leaving soft kisses over your skin. If you wear any protective styles he’d put a bonnet over your hair before you two sleep. Overall he’d bend over backwards to make her his doll is all taken care of <3

B- BODY PART ( WHAT'S THEIR FAVOURITE BODY PART OF THEIRS AND ALSO THEIR PARTNERS)

For Lester I think he really likes his hands/arms, he spends most of his time hauling around roadkill, they’re bound to be strong and rough, covered in calluses and scars. He likes how they look compared to yours, whether they’re smaller or bigger or you have darker or lighter skin, he loves it, he loves how they look caressing your face, the way you seem to melt into his hands has his heart bursting with joy. 

For you he’d definitely love your hips, I can’t explain it but he’d love the way his hands fit on them, holding you close when you both sleep at night, or when you two sway together in his cabin, or the way he can grip on to them whilst you two make love, he loves how certain clothes cling onto your hips and how they sway when you walk, and he absolutely would adore if you had hip dips or stretch marks, tracing over them in awe. He just loves them, he’ll give them a little squeeze whenever he walks by you <3

C- CUM (ANYTHING TO DO WITH CUM BASICALLY, I’M A DISGUSTING PERSON)

This man will always wanna cum in you, he just thinks you look so cute, your face all scrunched up in pleasure, sweat shining in the light off of your body, and his cum leaking out of your poor abused hole, he has a breeding kink, he doesn’t care if you can’t actually get pregnant for whatever reason, it satisfies a primal urge he has to be wholly yours. After watching it leak out he’d scoop it back up with his fingers and gently push his fingers back in you, he doesn’t want you to waste any drop of his cum. He’d also love for you to cum in his mouth when he goes down on you, he’d gratefully swallow every last drop, making sure to clean you up with his tongue like the gentleman he is. 

D- DIRTY SECRET (PRETTY SELF EXPLANATORY, A DIRTY SECRET OF THEIRS)

It’s not exactly a secret but he hasn’t admitted anything to you nor have you said anything about it,, but Lester will constantly be stealing your underwear, using it as a fleshlight and wrapping it around his pretty cock un fucking up into it whining yer name, or he’d hump your pillow whilst holding your underwear up to his nose to breathe in your scent. He’s cum on them more than once, and if he ever catches you wearing them, he’ll get an instant boner before excusing himself to defile your underwear once more. He loves the idea of you being unaware to his dirty actions, wearing the panties or boxers that he just came in the night before, if you catch him and he asks nicely (read: goes down on you) you might let him cum in the underwear you’re wearing then and there, walking around completely covered in his cum, with his brothers being none the wiser.

E- EXPERIENCE (HOW EXPERIENCED ARE THEY? DO THEY KNOW WHAT THEY”RE DOING?)

This sweet boy is absolutely clueless on what to do at first, but he’s keen and eager to learn exactly how to please you. The first few times you two have sex he absolutely cums early, he’d blush ‘n apologise, but he wouldn’t stop, he’d keep going at it till he’s a twitching and grunting mess. But this man would make it up to you by eagerly going down on you, albeit with little to no technique but he has you writhing and shaking underneath him by the time he’s done with you, even cumming untouch by just rutting into the bes with how turned on he is just by pleasuring you.

F- FAVOURITE POSITION (THIS GOES WITHOUT SAYING)

Lester would absolutely adore missionary, it goes with his love of your hips. He gets to hold onto them whilst abusing your sticky hole, he purposefully grips your hips just a bit too hard so he can see his handprints in them the next morning, which leads to him fucking you silly for the next few hours of the morning.

For Lester, a mating press would be another favourite of his, with his breeding kink he gets to hit that spot in you that has you seeing stars and clenching you hole around him so deliciously, he’d pump you so full of his cum in that position, your knees practically pressed up against your chest, it’s not his fault he can’t help himself and fucks you so hard you have tears in your eyes, it’s just the thought og you so full of his cum nice ‘n deep in your hole that has him going crazy :(

G- GOOFY (ARE THEY MORE SERIOUS IN THE MOMENT OR ARE THEY HUMOUROUS ETC)

It all depends on the day for this skrunkly man, on most days he’ll crack a joke or two or make some cheesy joke whilst he’s deep in your guts, he just loves to see you start to laugh before he cuts you off with a rough thrust that has you choking out a moan. He loves seeing you smile and hearing you laugh, it makes his heart flutter so he’ll make a joke or two here and there. 

However, on days Bo is being a little more of an asshole, or victims insulted him just a bit too much, he’ll have a serious look on his face, his brows furrowed as he slowly works you over the edge again, and again before your shaking in his arms, overstimulated and contented will he lighten up, you’re his relief, but he’d never hurt you, he couldn’t do that to his sweetheart, but watching you squeal and moan in pleasure soothes this man’s soul more than anything. Overall vv goofy lil man but can be serious when provoked.

H- HAIR (HOW WELL GROOMED ARE THEY, DOES THE CARPET MATCH THE DRAPES, ETC)

Listen,,,this man hauls roadkill everywhere and only started showering regularly ‘cause you refused to get in bed with the sweaty man, he absolutely does not maintain his hair down there. But if you truly didn’t like it he’ll make an effort to maintain it down there. But if you don’t care he absolutely loves to see the way your slick makes a ring around his cock just barely touching his pubes. He also wouldn’t really care if you shaved either, he’d be a hypocrite if he did, but he does enjoy you having some hair down there, he thinks it’s hot, especially with how his cum looks in contrast to the coily hair.

I- INTIMACY (HOW ARE THEY DURIN THE MOMENT, ROMANTIC ASPECT…)

 Lester is a cheesy motherfucker, he’ll be buttering you up whilst slamming into your guts, acting like a shy high school boy talking to his crush, he’d have date nights that lead to him fucking you under the starry sky out on his truck bed (cleaned of course), if he has the means to, he’d cover his bed with rose petals and light candles with soft music. He thinks that you’re a work of art, he doesn’t know how you got with him of all people, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t treat you like the royalty you are. He’ll try his best with what he has to be romantic <3

J- JACK OFF (MASTURBATION HEADCANON)

Lester jacks off to pictures of you he’s taken, both with you aware and unaware of it happening) he loves cumming on the picture, imagining it was you instead. Before he met you he’d jack off pretty often to whatever porn mag Bo had, don’t get me wrong he still jacks off pretty often, but now he’ll just steal something of yours to help get him off. He always jacks off in a semi-public area of his cabin, in the hopes that you’ll walk in and offer to help the desperate man, getting off with just his hand seems so much harder now that he’s had your wet and tight hole wrapping around his cock so perfectly.

K- KINK (ONE OR MORE OF THEIR KINKS)

Breeding is his all time favourite, not so much actually having kids, but seeing you so full of his cum gets him going, he loves knowing that his cum is the one painting your insides a beautiful shade of white. He’s a possessive man on the inside. Knowing that he’s the one you go to when you’re needy to be pumped with cum has his cock twitching.

Overstimulation definitely has Lester turned on, he loves seeing you writhe and squirm beneath him. Knowing that he’s the one to give you so much pleasure makes his heart soar, and dick twitch, he also enjoys when you overstimulate him with your tongue, softly suckling on his head from between his knees has him almost blacking out. He almost prefers it to you actually sucking him off, but you just look so pretty with his cock between your lips. 

L- LOCATION (WHERE DO THEY LIKE TO DO IT)

He definitely prefers fucking in his cabin or his truck, he doesn’t like the idea of either Bo or Vincent, or even possibly a victim walking in on the two of you. He definitely wouldn’t mind fucking in the forest though, he’d have blankets laid out for you both, the sun shining on the two of you as you’re getting impaled on his cock over and over again.

He does, however, enjoy the thought of fucking you in Bo’s workshop when he’s not there just to prove he can.He’d never do it for fear you both get caught, but god if it doesn’t get him hot under the collar. Lester would ove to fuck you under the stars, he thinks it’s so romantic.

M- MOTIVATION (WHAT GETS THEM GOING?)

Wearing anything that hugs your hips immediately has his cock getting stiff, he’s behind you in an instant grabbing onto your hips and dragging you away into your shared bedroom.

Anything domestic has his blood rushing to his cock, seeing you in his shirt, seeing you cook, or even just seeing you sit on the couch innocently has him going feral for you, Lester is definitely a homebody, whilst he doesn’t want kids he does wanna settle down with you and get married. So seeing that would set him off. If he catches you listening to music in the kitchen wearing nothing but his shirt and an apron whilst you cook for him, rest assured that you will not be walking for the next 3 weeks.

N- NO (SOMETHING THEY WOULDN”T DO)

He would not degrade you at all nor would he hit you like spanking your ass. You are something meant to be worshipped, he simply cannot fathom the idea of very intentionally hurting you. He might gently slap your ass when you walk by but that would barely be hard enough to hurt. This man is all about praising you so if he even tried to degrade you it would feel bitter on his tongue, you’re too precious to him, the farthest he’d go with degrading is calling you his whiny little sweetheart, but not only are you too cock drunk to tell it’s degrading but the amount of love that flows through each syllable makes it barely noticeable.

O- ORAL (GIVING, RECEIVING, SKILL ETC)

Lester absolutely lacks skill, he has no coordination in what he’s doing at all, but lord his eagerness makes up for it. He could, and has, spent hours upon hours between your thighs, completely and utterly devouring you. He’d beg you to sit on his face, he’d yank down on your thighs to suffocate himself in your scent, just licking and sucking and pressing soft kisses all over your sex and thighs. He’d probably cum in his pants from that alone. Now if you offered to suck him off he’d deny your advances, he feels like he should be pleasing you and not the other way around, but the second you get your soft lips around his cock, he loses control in all sense of the word, he’s gripping your hair, moaning and grunting wildly as he tries, and fails, to not buck his hips into your mouth, and if you allow him to fuck your mouth he’s growling and praising you, he’ll cum into your mouth before he could pull out, and if you swallow he swears he was going to pass out.

P- PACE (ARE THEY FAST AND ROUGH OR SLOW AND SENSUAL)

This sweet man would try his hardest to be slow and senual, making you feel every square inch of his cock whilst he thrusts in and out of you, but he can only handle so much before his hips are slamming into yours. Lester is an upbeat man, he likes fast paced things, however he will take his time in between rounds to feel you up, kiss you, and get you water.

However on days you’re both feeling soft and sleepy he’ll slowly rock his hips into yours, running his hands up and down your body mumbling praises to you.

Q- QUICKIE (THEIR OPINIONS ON QUICKIES AS OPPOSED TO PROPER SEX)

Lester, surprisingly, isn’t a big fan, he prefers to take his time to slowly break you apart then build you back up again, he just can’t do that with a quickie. If you truly feel needy and worked up he’ll pull you aside to fuck you, but expect him to spend even longer fucking you when given the chance. He doesn’t mind them and will never pass up the oppourtunity to have his cock enveloped in your warm walls. Overall he gets to fuck you so he can’t complain.

R- RISK (ARE THEY GAME TO EXPERIMENT)

He’ll try pretty much anything once or twice to see if he likes it, especially if you’re quite into it. He probably wouldn’t venture into impact play, degradation ,S&M, or anything like that, he wouldn’t mind having a D/S dynamic as long as he doesn’t have to hurt you in any way.

Would want to try out somnophilia once, he likes it more than expected, he loves seeing your drowsy eyes filled with lust.

S- STAMINA (HOW MANY ROUNDS CAN THEY LAST)

This man would jackhammer his cock into you for hours upon hours if you’d let him, he has practically 0 (zero) refractory period. He can also hold himself back from cumming so expect to be in bed for a while. You two would fuck like bunnies if you have the time.

T- TOYS (DO THEY OWN THEM, DO THEY USE THEM, ON A PARTNER OR ON THEMSELVES)

Lester has 100% stolen sex toys from a sex shop when he’s been to other towns, he has dildos and vibrators and even some rope to tie you up. He’s definitely fucked himself with a dildo before, not his favourite but he can’t deny that it felt nice, different but nice. He’s used a vibrator on the head of his cock and overstimulated himslef so much to the point any small movement had him shooting blanks. He wouldn’t really use dildos on you, he’s too jealous for that, but he will 100%

U- UNFAIR (DO THEY TEASE)

Lester is a tease, but he loves his darlin’ too much to tease them for long, he can’t resist how they beg him to just fuck them already, to stop being so mean and let them cum. He’ll start off teasing you, leaving fleeting touches all over your body, leaving you wanting more and more, the second you start begging for him with that sweet voice of yours his resolve shatters immediately, the moment he hears you beg for him to just fuck you already his knees feel like jelly whilst he’s dicking you down.

V- VOLUME (HOW LOUD ARE THEY IN BED)

Very noisy skrunckly man, he’s moaning, whimpering,, growling and just letting out the mostt primal and nimalistic noises whilst he fucks you. He loves hearing you whine and feel you clench around his dick when he growls dirty talk in your ears, describing all of the things he’s going to do to your poor body. Sometimes he’ll try and hold back on his noises so he can hear the obscene squelching noise from your slick, and skin slapping skin, with your sweeat sounds of pleasure to top off his own personal symphony.

W- WILDCARD (RANDOM HEADCANON)

Lester would love to see you in his clothes especially his jeans and jacket, if the jeans are baggy around your hips and are barely help up by a belt he is using every once of strength he has to not immediately fuck you on the spot. And if the fit well, he is salivating, the way your legs fill out his jeans has his cock straining against the confines on his pants, ‘n even if they dont fit and are too small, he’s excitedly ripping them off you anyway, god he just thinks you’re so hot no matter what you do, he’s insatiable.

X- XRAY (WHAT'S HIS DICK LOOK LIKE)

Lester’s dick is about 8” when hard, about 6” when soft. He has more length than he does girth, he has a pretty pink ti and it’s slightly curved upwards with a prominant vein on the bottom, he deffo has a jacobs ladder peircing on his dick, loves when you run your tongue over it.

Y- YEARNING (HOW HIGH IS THEIR SEX DRIVE)

This man is ready to go down on you or fuck you pretty much 24/7, he just loves pleasuring you so much, he’d happily spend the rest of his life making you feel good without you even having you lift a finger <3

Z- Zzz… (HOW FAST DO THEY FALL ASLEEP)

After Lester takes care of you and you’re all snuggled into bed, Lester would lie awake for a while absolutely over the moon that you’re his partner. After 10-15 minutes he’d slowly start to drift off happily beside you.

[vidalinav]

I wrote this snippet a while ago, I just didn’t know what I was doing with it tbh. Even the context I’m so so on. I’m pretty sure the details are that Human!Nesta is arranged to be married to Cassian, but Rhys’s/Nesta’s parents are still alive at this point. So Rhys’ papa arranges Nesta to be married to Cassian because of her connection to the Mother (which is not explicitly stated in this ficlet, but she does already have it as a human and her mother uses that to her benefit) because he wants her close enough to keep an eye on but he won’t let her be married to his actual son. He also wants some semblance of control on Cassian which he doesn’t have yet, and he feels that a human wife will make him more wary about his position in his court.  

But did that make it in? No lmao. It’s basically Human!Nesta having the hots for Cassian and being very upset that he’s doing nothing about this. 

~

When her mother and her grandmamma had whispered about the fae, Nesta imagined brutality. She imagined fanged teeth and dark eyes and something grotesque reaching for her in the dark, taking her away from all she knew.

But Cassian hadn’t taken her away and he didn’t steal her from the night. Her wedding ring was proof of that now. He didn’t crawl out of the darkness and turn her dreams into waking nightmares. He didn’t boast talons to scratch and tear at her flesh. He did have a sharp edge to his canines and a number of scars littered his skin that Nesta knew meant brutality. But, a buttery hazel peaked out of long lashes and there was nothing really grotesque about him.

In fact, her husband was pretty. 

It was a reality that disturbed her and made her hunger all at once. True, he was fierce perhaps, still a brute perhaps, but Cassian was nice to look at. In all the fairytales that said she’d lie in terror and he’d feast on her flesh, Nesta was ashamed to admit that she was waiting for the day. 

Cassian didn’t touch her. Not since their marriage when he held on to her hand and slipped that ring on her finger in front of a priestess she’d never seen, wearing those blue robes and diadems. She was not at all crypt-like as she’d been described, and maybe that should have alluded Nesta to other things that were not quite so terrifying. 

The fae had strange traditions, that was true and their wedding was filled with teeth and snarls--mostly harsh looks pointed at the High Lord with which he quickly silenced--but they were also careful to add the aspects Nesta knew well, a dress and a veil and a ring that meant she was now taken and promised to another. There was dancing... with such sweeping music, Nesta almost wished to go back in time and relive the day just to hear it again. 

Cassian didn’t touch her then either. Even where their wrists were tied together with a midnight black ribbon that Nesta assumed was the equivalent of a human ring. A knot to show the world that they were one, at least until they came together at the end of the night. Cassian had been careful not to even graze her skin, but she’d caught his gaze often enough to know he was fearful of it. There was a strange, startled look in his eyes as if he couldn’t believe she was there and this human was his. 

It was that look that inevitably caused her to yell at him when they were meant to be deep in the thralls of lovemaking or whatever couples did when they were married by contract. Nesta had yelled at him and it was easy to do so when all the words had been caught in her throat, held there by a harsh hand. 

He was grotesque, she’d said. An imbecile. A brute. A monster. Fae-ish and vile. 

Now... 

Well, Nesta wished to be devoured. 

She wanted Cassian to feast, and she wanted the strange sharpness of his teeth on her skin. Ruin me, she thought to herself over her cup of tea. 

Cassian caught her gaze with a furrowed brow. “I’ll be gone until the end of the month and when winter sets in, unfortunately, you’ll have to deal with me for the next three. The winds are too harsh this time of year.”

“I don’t care what you do,” Nesta played off, swiping a hand noncommittally. 

“The house should have everything you need and the priestesses are downstairs to keep you company, but try and stay out of other people’s way.”  

“I have lived here without you for weeks now,” Nesta answered, raising a brow, “I know how this works.” 

She couldn’t keep the hostility out of her voice and it might have been because of her inane need to make him feel powerless when he could all but skin her alive. But Nesta knew it was more because of the look he made. I want to eat you, she thought that look meant.  

Then why haven’t you, she seethed. 

There was a perfectly good table right here, all filled with confections. There were breakfast foods, of course, but also cakes, chocolates, and bread that smelled divine. The house liked to spoil her, she’d told him when he asked about the sweets. It’d never done that for him, he noted, but perhaps that’s because he’d never lived there either. 

The High Lord had gifted it to them for their own personal use. 

Or so he said. Nesta had listened to Cassian gripe about the fact that they’d be closer and therefore more easy to spy on. 

Nesta still couldn’t fathom why a man of power needed to spy on them anyway. Cassian was only a general. He was not a future high lord like Rhys might have been. He wasn’t related like Mor. He didn’t even have a social connection--albeit an unwanted one--like Azriel. 

Cassian was merely good at fighting. 

She’d seen him, of course, up on that roof when she dared to sneak a peek in the early morning. He fought well and even though Nesta knew nothing of war, she knew he could maim and pillage and plunder. 

She supposed that was why she didn’t understand why he hadn’t tried getting in her bed now that they were married. Not that first night and not the second and not the third. They had separate rooms even. He’d leave in the early morning, and he’d get back well after she fell asleep. 

Still... she was beautiful. Many had offered marriage even before she turned twenty and here he was, unaware of how much of a prize she was. Sure, she wasn’t fae. She didn’t have long willowy limbs like some of the priestesses she met. She wasn’t bright and powerful like Mor. 

But she was, without a doubt, beautiful. 

Devastating in fact, and she had breasts that he should have found mouthwatering--had legs that he should of kissed up in worship. 

It was aggravating that he did not even look. 

“You’re glaring again,” Cassian noted over his cup of tea. 

Yes, she was, and Nesta didn’t try to tame the look. Let him lie her over his lap, and tell her exactly why she shouldn’t be glaring so viciously like that. Let him tear at her bodice, all wrapped up in human propriety, and bite at every inch of her chest. Let him want to mark her so thoroughly, that she wouldn’t even need a ring, a rock, or a ribbon to tell her who she was married to now. 

“What are you thinking about?” Cassian said, sniffing derisively. 

Nesta sat back in her chair, her arms crossing over her chest, right over the fabric of her dress. Cassian didn’t even look wear her breasts pushed up in her bodice.