#like he IS a freak and there is SO MUCH thats wrong with him

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

I used to despise Eridan and think he was the absolute worst character (barring Cronus ig) but you have shown me the light and completely turned my opinion around and now I think he is such an endearing little freak <3 I read your whole blog already but if you've got any more thoughts on eri or anyone else then I hope you post them bc I'd love to hear more abt it!

i have sooo many controversial opinions about the dancestors you have noooooo idea

[itissadbutitsmy-life]

listen I just can’t find fault with a candy person for finding something that unexpectedly brings them joy and doing everything in their power to make it keep happening. I just can’t find it in me to blame them for wanting the approval of the person they love and respect more than anyone else, and wanting that approval over and over again, and I just straight up can’t blame james for figuring out a trick to make his princess smile and call him her hero. like, banana guards get her praise and approval and hugs all the time, but he’s just some random engineer with an easy smile and no one who wants to hang out with him after work. and she likes him so much, she wants him in her kingdom, even when he goes and does something stupid like push her out of the way of a super dangerous not-moving car, at the cost of his own life, she wants him back and she’ll bring him back and she'll tell him that was very brave and she loves him. of course she loves him. she loves all the candy people. but he figured out how to make her look him in the eyes and say it and give him material evidence of her pride. I can’t find it in myself to blame him for that. it wasn't good, i don't think he should have been left unchecked to keep going forever, but i can't blame him for wanting to keep reliving the nice thing that happened once. the really nice thing that happened once that came with material gifts. if she didn’t want to keep doing it she would’ve stopped LONG before there were TWENTY FIVE of them. before she was so fed up that she didn’t even spare him a kind goodbye or a chance to go home one more time.

like you’re not beating the dystopian dictatorship allegations. saying she was right to exile him from the only home he’s ever known with no recourse because he was acting weird. and the thing is, I just can’t find it in me to blame a character living in a dictatorship for getting himself into a situation because he was desperately trying to be happy the best way he could figure out how. I’m not saying he was right, he’s insane, but it just rubs me wrong, the idea that he is the one holding all this heavy blame. the idea that the princess is right to look down at him and shake her head firmly and turn him out in the cold. for chasing the rush that she gave him willingly, over and over, without any specific end parameters. for not being able to make friends, and doing something weird about it. he’s bored and lonely and this works and it’s not, inherently, bad. it really isn’t. it’s batshit, but it’s actually not hurting anyone at all.

[happyk44]

Zeus: infodumps about birds, order and structure and law, the "why and because" of it all, and why the clouds change

Hera: infodumps about marriage customs throughout the world, pregnancy and that whole process from conception to birth, and different types of organization

Poseidon: infodumps about fish and other marine animals, with a very specific focus on sharks

Demeter: infodumps about agriculture and trees

Hestia and Hades: listen patiently every single time, even when it's something they've already been told

[jrueships]

isaiah hehe

PLEASE TELL ME YOURE TALKING ABOUT THOMAS

[turnedpalefromlackofsun]

in my honest opinion, this is the best hg2 has to offer

dont even get me started on the writing for my glorious queen kallen

hg2 legacy kallen > hi3 kallen

dude. her death was genuinely powerful and earth shattering. if i were there, i wouldve loved to die alongside her. the honor would be all mine. thats how inspiration and well written she was.

and apparently nobody posted pictures online of fu hua in that armor

RIP

trust me tho. its hot

ill expose myself

wanna see something sad

i was attempting to translate this story line

i gave up tho because i got embarrassed that how dare i with my shit japanese should be touching my sacred otp. im not qualified.

i was down bad. you cant tell anyone about this failure ok? shhhhhh keep it a secret for me please

i never finished translating but i think i have almost all the raw lines from the game. i typed this out by hand. because i love honkai. and i love kallen. and i love otto and kallen. and i love ottokallen.

[crypt1dcorv1dae]

Also happy birthday Viktor leagueoflegends I love you sweetie pie ❤️ I forgive him for the war crimes brwt

[evelynpr]

For prev's tags, I'm really saying like-

"Izuku is incredibly caring and loving to people even to those who hurt him" and "Izuku is concerningly obsessed and freaky, and quite arrogant/self righteous" and "Izuku is self sacrificial and destructive" and "Izuku feels satisfaction and desire for power and violence" are all statements that can coexist.

Middle school bakudeku was like, Horrible bully x Freaky stalker wasn't it because holy shit Deku really was freaky as hell-

The guy knows his moves, stance, food habits, SHOWER AND SLEEP ROUTINE??? WHAT THE FUCK MAN-

To be clear, the Smash comics aren't Canon canon. This is just another way of understanding bkdk's dynamic and progression.

[iqxatlantic]

    " POUND, POUND, POUND TOWN ! "

ft. shidou ryusei . afab! reader . reader was off alcohol and then shidou pulled up smh . smut . dark content . non/dub-con (if ur uncomfortable pls click off!) . alcohol usage . shidous a freak its shidou... . HE'S HUNG . frat party yeahhhh . college/uni au! . they freak each other in order to get over someone else . cursing wowza . cunnilingus ? . unreliable narrator ...

cw: non/dub-con (?) bc they were drunk. (damn both drunk thats acc crazy) alcohol is constantly mentioned within this fic

wc: 1.3k

synopsis : getting drunk with your annoying classmate (also school whore) ended up into an intimate situation..!

the blaring, colourful bright lights was driving you absolutely insane. your classmates annoying ass voice wouldn't help your ragin' headache calm down —i'll tell ya that much.

"c'mon sugar! just give alcohol a second chance," shidou smirked. waving the glasses in your face to taunt you. "fuck off, ryu. don't push it. jus' cause we made out doesn't mean i'm getting back into that shit." you grumbled.

"we're at a party, c'mon... give it another chance yeaa?" he continued to press you. wanting him to shut the fuck up you finally agreed. "fine just one bottle." you rolled your eyes.

you swore you saw his eyes sparkle when you finally agreed. "hell yeah, [name]. i knew you weren't borin' like that!" he grinned mischievously as he passed you two bottles.

you cautiously popped open the bottle cap of the tequila. hesitantly placing your lips on the bottle and you gave it a quick chug. you peeled your lips off the bottle as liquor as you wiped your mouth.

"off that tequila again hm, mamacita?" he laughed, teasingly. you felt your body fill with disgust. oh you absolutely hated this man's guts. you passed the bottle to him. he took a longer chug. letting out a content sigh.

"don't cha feel all your stress being relieved?" shidou smiled. you didn't reply, just taking another gulp. the bottle was passed between the both of you until it was empty.

shidou stuck out his tongue trying to get the last drop (Freaky ahh.) "ya down for more?" he asked. you were a little tipsy so you just agreed.

the both of you were wasted by then. expecting a deep conversation with shidou cause he's drunk? hell nah! he's fuckin' making out with you for the second time! a lil more passionate however...

he reeked and tasted like alcohol, a nostalgic sense you hated so much. that didn't stop you, however. the both of you kept going, so damn messy...

it felt euphoric, his MOUTH was euphoric. you swore no man could do it better than your ex (who also made u drink girl what r u on..) here you are. "ryu.." you gasped as you pushed him slightly.

oh this was wrong, so so so SO wrong... you vowed to yourself there would be no one who'd ever have you so vulnerable. yet, here you are. the pink eyed man wasted no time painting your collar bone with his saliva. how messy.

"y'know you're real cute, [name]." shidou breathed against your sensitive skin. "real fuckin' cute." oh jeez... what would your friends say when they catch you with one of the whores in the whole university..?

"quit thinkin' 'bout what ya friends' gotta say, think about the moment, think 'bout me." he mumbled almost desperately, to then suck on your skin. this man? desperate? no way...

biting, sucking, you name it, this guy'll do it. "y'know [name], i have a huge... huge crush on you." shidou babbled (where'd your pride go brah.) "i always wanted to do this."

being under the influence of alcohol, you were too drunk to realize what was going on LMFAO. his words went from one ear to another. your body was red and heated, cooling down a bit as he stripped you.

"ooh hell yeah!" he let out an excited whine. he unbuckled his pants and slipped it down with haste. "y'know a bitch like you, you're hella hot, [name]." shidou smirked. if it wasn't cause you felt like jelly, you would've BITCHSLAPPED him. (no bc who tf says that)

despite being everything but a gentleman, shidou did the one thing the guys you've had a relationship with or the guys you've slept around with didn't. asking you if he could put it in LMFAOO.

sliding your panties to the side, "[name], gonna put it in. prepare yourself." he breathed. due to your blurry vision, you didn't know how big he was. that is, until you felt something foreign stretching your opening. oh dear...

"r-ryusei!" you'd whine out. "it's jus' the tip, babe. can't take it? deal with it." shidou grinned, pushing himself in. in a way, shidou wasn't an asshole. well not yet. he hadn't forcefully put his whole length in you. like every other guy... (oh girl, if any guy does that RUN?!)

"damn, you're taking me so well." he mumbled, shocked. "for a whore like you i didn't expect you to be this tight n grippy." oh my days this man is a NASTY FREAK.

the audacity to call you a whore.?! "tough comin' from a man who acts like he's a bitch in heat every morning. whole world hears your sexual fantasies." you'd retort.

shidou frowned, "ahh, sugar don' be like that!" and with that a sudden thrust. nevermind! he's the same as every guy. each thrust had you ECSTATIC. it felt like doing weed all over again.

just the smell isn't the disgusting burning of marijuana, it was the smell of sweat and sex (eeyuck?!) shidou felt himself slowly reaching hish high. he swiftly pulled out and pulled your panties off.

he placed his tip onto your panties and began pumping. sooner or later, yeah no who am i kidding, he busted the moment his tip touched your panties. he came so damn much, "i feel like a virgin all over again! t' think i jack it everyday..."

you looked at him shook. "everyday and still that much nut?!" you'd mumbled. that is until you felt a quickly cooling sensation on your precious pussy. no fucking way this man just slid your panties back on, WITH HIS NUT.?!

shidou pressed his fingers against your opening, pushing his semen in. (what in the kinky shit man.!) "hey, doll. put this on." shidou whispered as he gave you his blazer. "guess you're not that bad as a guy after all huh? rated top-3 worst gentlemen of the scho-" you were cut off as you realized why. he did NOT want anyone else's eyes on you (honestly, mood af)

your vision began to blur. maybe you were too intoxicated that you gosh darn passed out immediately after! your memory a straight up fog. just to wake up to shidou lapping away at your pussy and an unfamiliar dorm.

"ryusei what the heee-oh god!" you yelped as his mouth went crazy on your labia. this man is a damned animal. at this point, he was DEVOURING your vulva.

you were somewhat sober, pulling at his hair. (woah un-gelled shidou hair hawk yeah!) "ryusei you gotta stop!" you babbled. "please, my friends are gona-!" your babbles were quickly changed to moans as he went ballistic on your sweet pussy.

"ryusei please! please! stop!" you sobbed. damn, never in your life did you have a man eat you out THIS good you're in tears! the moment he prodded his finger in you lost it.

bucking your hips forward, you came undone. shidou being the little freak he is lapped away so rapidly the moment your juices came out LOL. he pulled away, licking his lips.

your cunt was so soaked, messy as well :( messy with his saliva and your juices. shidou had his shit eating grin. "best pussy i've ever tasted." he smirked.

what a turn off... you glared at him. "heeeey, can't ya at least be a little nicer? i'm the only one whose made you feel this good." shidou continued, his pride skyrocketing. he knew he was right.

"can we do this more?" he asked, disgustingly sweet. "yeah. yeah we can." you replied, unironically enjoying it LMFAOO (we got two attractive whores on staaack)

"by the way whole time i was just tipsy, not drunk. i knew what i was doing." shidou chuckled, "i knew you'd agree to do this more."

you're perfect [name]. why couldn't he push himself to say it? big fat ego having ass. his cock's huge too, FUCKKKK. you both couldn't understand, was this to get over someone? or did you actually enjoy each others company... yikes. seeing him in class the next day was something.

— ©iqxatlantic / isaisliterallyhim, 2025

tags ! : @twijaxx, @kyvkc

a/n: HI. so i've been working on this for unironically so long and its still doodoo but you know what! who really cares!! i had lots of fun writing this LMFAOO i LVOE shidou i'm shidou, he's me frfr we're both freaksters :3 i desperately need a partner omg ;-; idk how people are pulling but i fear i #needthat. anyways ilygs mwa mwa dont have sex when you;re drunk ofc actually don't even drink bc drinking sucks </3 also don't drink if like your tolerence is low omg i was gonna add in drugs because i struggled w that at one point but i forgot the plot ABGAIN midway writing (this took me 2 weeks to get out LMFAO) i have more drafts that are abt to come i swearr T_T

[sinnamorolly]

random freak hcs for onyyy<3 (18+, nsfw links)

rbgs much appreciated>~<!

def the type to pause mid stroke to swipe his thumb thru the cream at the base of his dick to feed it to you

fs loves breath play. he likes grabbing ur neck, but he lovesss when you choke on his dick instead. likes watching you struggle to swallow it all while you get lightheaded

makes outtttt with your pussy. and i mean he’s a EATER. thigh bites and kisses before he sucks each lip. holds u open nd his tongue doesn’t leave ur poor clit alone for at least half an hour (he likes making u squirt on his face).

this mans physique?😫his dick is already a solid 8.5in, then its fat ontop of that?????!? it took so much prep the first time he tried fucking you

and the motion match the ocean ok! he got that hip roll with the deep grind right against your cervix typa stroke. only picks up his pace and starts fucking u up when you’re close so he can fuck you thru it and give u another one

oh and donttt piss him off bc you will not be heard from for a solid 4 hours and newly in need of several maintenance appointments. he will absolutely fuck out anything yall are feeling and will make you tell him whats wrong while hes in it

if u ever let him nut inside theres just no going back. the image of your pretty pussy dripping his cum is already permanently engraved into his brain

after he’s fucked you a few times, he dont gaf abt them “too bigg” whines no more, youre just stuck taking it. in fact he usually makes a point to grab your hips and press that last inch in. and i dont suggest pushing at them abs too often, he will jus go buy some handcuffs

his favorite position is definitely upright doggy. he can watch your ass jiggle and get deep up inside you all while still being able to reach everything. he be pulling your hair so he can see your crumpled face before giving u some sloppy ass kisses mm mm mm

loves smoking w you beforee

LOVES the noises you make he could literally cum from the sound alone

how he talks to you*.<3

“mm right…..there hm?”

“ you so pretty like this baby yk that?”

“uh un take that….mhmm there you go”

“move them fuckin hands im not finna tell you again”

“fuck princess thats how you comin?”

“yeah das all you needed huh?”

“so fuckin messy”

“ mhm you gon give me another one ma?”

“who all this for baby hm? use them pretty lips n tell me”

“ yeah you can”

his playlist*.<3

Poison - Brent Faiyaz

Power Trip - J. Cole

Stay Ready - Jhene Aiko

305 - Jordan Adetunji

It Won’t Stop - Sevyn Streeter

ALL MINE - Brent Faiyaz

Coming Down - The Weeknd

Kiss It Better - Rihanna

Damage - H.E.R.

Sorrows - Bryson Tiller

Try Me - The Weeknd

N o C h i l l - PARTYNEXTDOOR

Don’t - Bryson Tiller

[havens-iphone]

── backwards and fowards ꫂৎ ; grumpy!hamzah part two

wc ⋮ 3k

authors note ⋮ the past 2 days have been the WORST. im so thankful that my senior resident is understanding and didnt tell the admin i took a personal day off😭💔 if any of yall are in med school, NEVER and i mean NEVER tell the admin ur taking off because ur sick or js need a day off😞 anyway, FINALLY a part 2 that many people have been waiting for!! i asked chatgpt if this makes cuz im so freaking sleep deprived😭😭

your phones shrill ringing shattered the silence, yanking you from restless sleep. disoriented, you blinked at the screen, your vision adjusting to the harsh glow in the darkness of your room.

hamzah.

for a moment, you just stared, your heart pounding against your ribs.

it had been almost three months. three months of radio silence, of watching the group continue on like you had never been a part of it. of feeling like an afterthought.

and now he calls?

a bitter laugh slipped past your lips as your thumb hovered over the screen. every emotion you’d been trying to swallow—anger, hurt, disappointment—rose like a tidal wave. you could feel the weight of all the things he had never said, all the times he had dismissed you like you were nothing but a nuisance, all the nights you spent wondering what you had done wrong.

the phone kept ringing.

and against your better judgment, you answered.

“…what?” your voice was hoarse, laced with exhaustion. you didnt bother masking your irritation.

there was a beat of silence. then—

“you finally picked up.”

hamzahs voice was quiet, but you could still hear the familiar edge, that same indifferent, too-cool tone he always had. like this was nothing. like he hadnt let months go by without a word.

you scoffed. “yeah, and? what do you want?”

a pause. he exhaled sharply, like he was already frustrated. frustrated? as if he had the right.

“i—” he hesitated, and for a second, you thought you heard something almost uncertain in his voice. almost. “look, mandys been worried about you. she wont shut up about how youve been ‘off.’”

you clenched your jaw, gripping the phone tighter. so thats it.

not because he was worried. not because he cared. but because mandy had probably badgered him into checking in.

“you couldve just let her handle it, then,” you snapped, your tone ice-cold. “you clearly didnt give a damn before. why pretend now?”

another pause. you could hear the faint sound of him shifting, like he was uncomfortable. good.

“whats your problem?” hamzah muttered, irritation creeping into his voice. “why are you acting all—”

“all what?” you cut him off sharply, sitting up in bed now. your hands were trembling, but not from nerves—from rage.

like a dam breaking, everything came pouring out.

“all quiet? all distant? gee, hamzah, i wonder why.” your voice shook with suppressed anger. “could it be because i spent months trying to be part of your stupid little group while you treated me like an inconvenience? like i was nothing but an annoying noise you couldn’t wait to shut up? could it be because every time i tried to be nice to you, you made me feel like an idiot for even trying?”

hamzah stayed silent, but you werent done.

“i mean, really, hamzah. you had no problem making it obvious how much you couldnt stand me.” you let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. “but i guess that was just me being dramatic, right? just me reading into things?”

you could hear his breathing through the phone. it was uneven now.

“i never—”

“you never what?” you snapped, cutting him off before he could throw out some half-assed excuse. “you never meant to be an asshole? never meant to make me feel like shit every time i spoke? news flash, hamzah—intent doesn’t mean shit when the damage is already done.”

his silence was deafening.

the pain in your chest felt unbearable now, and you hated it—hated that after all this time, he still had the power to make you feel so small. but this time, you weren’t going to let it consume you.

you exhaled slowly, forcing your voice to steady. “listen, if mandys worried, you can tell her im fine. i dont need you checking in just because she asked you to.”

“…its not just mandy.” his voice was lower now, rougher.

you let out another laugh—emptier this time. “dont lie to me.”

“im not lying.”

for the first time in the conversation, his voice carried something unguarded. but you were too tired, too drained to decipher it.

it didnt matter.

there was nothing left to say.

“i dont know what you expect from me, hamzah,” you said, voice softer now, but just as firm. “im not going to keep chasing after someone who clearly doesnt want me around.”

and with that, you hung up.

you slam your phone on the mattress, fingers going right to your temple to massage it.

you swallow the lump in your throat as you let your eyes wander around the room. minutes pass as your mind stays empty.

suddenly, your knocked out of the trance you were in by your phone ringing. expecting it to be hamzah calling again, you let out a frustrated sigh as you reach for the vibrating phone.

the name mandy is illuminated on it. all the tension is relieved from your body as you answer it

"hey mandy.." you sigh, hoping she doesnt bring up the call she 'forced' hamzah to do.

"y/n.. i miss you," she stumbles on her words. "please, come to game night tomorrow? i want my bestfriend back."

your eyes continue to wander the room. your mouth opens, words not coming out just yet.

"fine, ill come." you responded. you could practically hear mandys goofy smile on the other side of the phone.

"thank you, y/n! 8:30 sharp."

you exhale as you hang up, slouching back in bed. slowly, you doze off.

game night was tense.

mandy had convinced you to come, but the moment you stepped into the apartment, you felt it—the weight of unspoken words.

hamzah barely looked at you, his jaw tight, fingers drumming against the table. you werent sure if it was guilt or frustration, and frankly, you didnt care.

you had barely spoken all night, answering only when necessary, until mandy suddenly slammed her drink down on the table.

"thats it," she snapped.

the room went still.

"what the hell is going on" mandy demanded, her gaze flickering between you and hamzah. "and do not even think about playing dumb. i know something happened."

you swallowed hard, looking away. you werent in the mood to hash this out in front of everyone.

but then—

"she hates me now," hamzah muttered.

your head snapped up. "excuse me?"

he let out a humorless laugh, running a hand down his face. "you do, dont you?"

your fingers clenched into fists. "you do not get to act like you are the victim here, hamzah."

mandys eyes widened. "oh, hell no." she turned on hamzah so fast, he barely had time to react. "you absolute dumbass."

hamzah blinked. "mandy—"

"no. shut up." she pointed at him accusingly. "you treated her like shit for months, made her feel like she did not belong, and now you are acting shocked that she does not want to be around you anymore are you kidding me"

hamzahs mouth opened, then shut.

mandy scoffed, crossing her arms. unbelievable. "you act all cold, push her away, and then what expect her to just take it forever?"

the room was dead silent.

you swallowed hard, looking at hamzah. his expression was unreadable, his eyes shadowed with something you could not place. but you were not going to fall for it.

you stood up, smoothing your shirt. "thanks for the invite, mandy, you said quietly. but i think i am done here."

before she could stop you, you grabbed your coat and walked out the door.

hamzah didnt say a word.

and for the first time, you didnt want him to.

it had been a week since that night, and you hadn’t heard from hamzah since.

you told yourself it was for the best. that there was no point in dwelling on someone who never valued you in the first place. and yet, the conversation still echoed in your mind—his voice, rough with something unspoken, mandy’s outrage, the suffocating silence that followed.

you weren’t sure what you expected from him. an apology? acknowledgment? anything?

but hamzah was nothing if not consistent—when faced with discomfort, he avoided it entirely.

so, you decided you would do the same.

or at least, that was the plan.

mandy and you were hanging out, her arms crossed as she fell into step beside you.

“still ignoring him?” she asked casually.

you sighed. “not ignoring. just… done.”

mandy snorted. “okay, but he’s not done.”

you frowned. “what does that mean?”

she sighed, running a hand through her hair. “he’s been weird. like, actually weird. keeps zoning out, barely talks in the group chat, and last night, he left mid-game without a word. that never happens.”

you shrugged, trying to ignore the way your heart clenched. “not my problem.”

mandy gave you a long, knowing look. “no, but you are his problem, apparently.”

you shook your head. “i don’t want to do this, mandy. i don’t want to sit around waiting for some half-assed apology that probably won’t even come.”

mandy was quiet for a moment. then, she nudged you lightly. “you don’t have to wait,” she said. “but if he does try, are you going to listen?”

you didn’t have an answer.

it was late when you heard the knock at your door.

you hesitated, debating whether to ignore it entirely. but something in you already knew who it was.

when you finally opened it, there he was—hamzah, standing in the dim hallway, hands shoved in his pockets.

for the first time in forever, he looked unsure of himself.

“hey,” he muttered.

you leaned against the doorframe, crossing your arms. “what do you want?”

he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “i—” he stopped, as if he didn’t know what to say. then, finally— “i’m sorry.”

silence.

you stared at him, waiting for the usual excuses, the dismissive attitude. but none came.

hamzah swallowed, his jaw tight. “i was an asshole. i know that. and i don’t have a good excuse for it.”

that caught you off guard.

your arms loosened slightly. “…okay.”

he let out a breath, as if relieved you hadn’t slammed the door in his face.

“i just—” he looked down, then back at you. “i don’t know how to fix it. i don’t know if i can. but i wanted you to know that i do care. and that i’m sorry for making you think i didn’t.”

the words sat heavy in the air.

and for the first time, it wasn’t just empty noise.

you stared at him for a long moment, your heart aching in a way that felt unbearable.

“you think an apology fixes everything?” your voice was steady, but the weight of your hurt was impossible to hide.

hamzah flinched. “no. i dont.” he exhaled sharply, looking down. “i just—I didnt know how else to—”

“you didn’t know how else to what? treat me like shit?”

his head snapped up, guilt and something raw flashing in his eyes. “i was scared.”

the words were so quiet you almost didn’t catch them.

you blinked. “scared?”

hamzah let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “yeah. pathetic, right? you—” he gestured vaguely at you, frustration evident. “you make me feel things i dont know how to deal with. and instead of being normal about it, i just—” he sighed, hands gripping his hair. “ruined everything.”

your breath caught in your throat.

because now it all made sense. the way he always pushed you away the moment things got too real. the way he lashed out when you got too close.

“you couldve just told me,” you whispered.

hamzah’s jaw clenched. “i dont know how to do that. i dont know how to love someone without feeling like im about to lose myself in it.”

his voice was hoarse now, filled with something you werent sure you'd ever heard from him before—fear.

your walls wavered. because deep down, you knew what he meant.

hamzah swallowed, stepping closer, his voice softer now. “but losing you? that was worse. so much worse.”

the confession hung between you, delicate and fragile.

and god, you wanted to be angry. you wanted to tell him he was too late, that you had already started moving on.

but the truth was, you hadn’t.

not even close.

hamzah hesitated, searching your face. “do i still have a chance?”

your heart clenched. because despite everything, despite the hurt, despite the mess—you already knew the answer.

you sighed, closing your eyes for a brief second. then, finally—

“you better not screw it up this time.”

hamzah let out a shaky breath, his lips twitching into something close to a smile. and when he reached for your hand, this time—

you let him.

hamzah’s fingers hovered over yours, hesitant—like he was afraid you’d pull away. but you didn’t. not this time.

his touch was warm, cautious, as if he couldn’t believe you were still here, still willing to listen, still willing to try.

“youre scared of love?" you murmured, watching him carefully.

his throat bobbed as he swallowed. “yeah.”

you sighed, running a hand through your hair. “and you thought being cruel to me would fix that?”

hamzah winced. “i thought if i pushed you away first, it wouldnt hurt as much when you left.” his voice cracked slightly on the last word.

you sucked in a breath, your chest tightening.

“thats the thing, hamzah. i wasnt going to leave,” you whispered, shaking your head. “you were the one who did that.”

a shadow crossed his face, his gaze dropping to the floor. “i know,” he admitted, voice raw. “and i hate myself for it.”

silence stretched between you. the weight of his words settled deep in your bones.

and then, a familiar voice cut through the tension.

“you should hate yourself for it.”

you turned, startled, to see mandy standing in the doorway with her arms crossed. her eyes were sharp, filled with the kind of protective rage only a best friend could have.

hamzah stiffened. “mandy—”

“no. shut up,” she snapped, stepping forward. “i have watched her cry over you for weeks. i’ve watched her doubt herself because of the way you treated her. and now, you think one heartfelt confession is going to fix everything?”

hamzah’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue.

mandy’s gaze softened as she turned to you. “you don’t owe him anything.”

your throat tightened. because a part of you wanted to believe that. a part of you wanted to walk away. but another part—the one that had spent so long wishing for this moment—wasn’t ready to let go.

you looked at hamzah. “i don’t owe you anything,” you echoed, and he flinched at the words. “but… i want to give you another chance.”

his head snapped up, eyes widening slightly.

mandy groaned. “seriously?”

you shot her a look, a small smile tugging at your lips. “hes an idiot,” you admitted. “but hes my idiot.”

hamzah exhaled shakily, a mixture of relief and disbelief crossing his face. “i swear, i wont mess this up.”

mandy rolled her eyes. “you better not. because if you do, i will be the one to kill you.”

a laugh bubbled out of you, light and unexpected. hamzahs lips twitched, and for the first time in months, the tension between you all didn’t feel suffocating.

it felt like something new. something fragile, but real.

hamzah reached for your hand again—this time, without hesitation. and this time, you intertwined your fingers with his.

hamzahs fingers tightened around yours, as if he was afraid you would slip away if he let go. for a long moment, neither of you spoke. the weight of everything that had happened, everything that had been said, hung thick in the air between you.

mandy huffed, crossing her arms. “whatever. i’m not sticking around for the mushy part.” she shot hamzah a sharp look. “but i swear, if you make her cry again, i’ll ruin your life.”

hamzah gave a small, breathless laugh. “noted."

she turned to you, her expression softening. “i’ll be inside. don’t take too long.”

with that, she disappeared back into the apartment, leaving you and hamzah standing in the quiet of the night.

the cold air pressed in around you, but his hand in yours was warm. grounding.

you swallowed, shifting slightly. “so… what now?”

hamzah exhaled, his free hand raking through his hair. “i don’t know,” he admitted. “but i know i want to do it right this time. i want to be better. for you.”

your heart twisted at the raw honesty in his voice.

“you hurt me, hamzah,” you said softly. “a lot.”

his grip on your hand tightened, his gaze dropping. “i know,” he whispered. “and i hate myself for it. i don’t—i don’t deserve another chance.”

you let out a shaky breath, studying him. for once, he wasn’t hiding behind his usual indifference. there was no coldness, no walls. just hamzah, stripped of all the defenses he had spent so long building.

“maybe you don’t,” you said honestly. “but i want to give you one anyway.”

his eyes snapped up to yours, searching, as if he couldn’t quite believe it.

his fingers twitched against yours before he lifted his free hand to cup your cheek, his touch hesitant, almost reverent. “are you sure?”

your chest ached at the quiet vulnerability in his voice.

instead of answering, you leaned in, closing the space between you.

hamzah sucked in a breath, his body going completely still as your lips brushed against his.

and then—

he melted.

his hand slid into your hair, his other arm wrapping around your waist as he pulled you closer, as if trying to make up for all the times he had pushed you away. the kiss was slow, lingering, filled with unspoken apologies and promises.

when you finally pulled away, your foreheads rested against each other, your breaths mingling in the cold air.

hamzah let out a soft, almost disbelieving laugh. “i really don’t deserve you.”

you smiled, brushing your fingers against his cheek. “probably not.”

he huffed, but the corner of his lips twitched up, and for the first time in a long time, it felt like maybe—just maybe—this could be something real. something worth fighting for.

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[ravenclaws-stuff]

Theodore Nott x reader

Tags: hurt/comfort, hurt in this part, established relationship, Theo makes a pros and cons list of dating you, reader avoids Theo like the Filch avoids a bath, reader is not in Slytherin

A/n: Never really wrote something this angsty before so please let me know if you like it

Part Two

Pros and Cons part one

I sigh, falling onto the bed. The aroma of ash and cedar floats around me. He is late. Theo was supposed to meet me in his dorm to study yet he is late. Theo and I have been dating for three months. I couldn’t believe it when he asked me out. I mean Theo is cold and shut off from the world except his small group of friends.

Fate introduced us, well in the shape of Slughorn. The potion’s professor assigned us as partners. First, he didn’t talk. Only answered in grunts and hums. Over time, he would chuckle at my remarks or correct me throughout our potions. We would study together in the library or the courtyard if I could convince him that he needed sunshine. Eventually, it evolved to late night talks in the astronomy tower where he asked me out.

Standing up, I look around the dorm. Not much in here. No personal touches. Books stacked neatly on his desk. I run my fingers along the desk, smiling to myself. No dirt. Theo is such a neat freak. My brow furrows as I spot a wad of paper sticking out from under the desk. I bend down to pick it up. Its probably just an old sheet of homework. I unfold it, my heart lodging in my throat as I read the words.

Pros and cons of Dating Y/n

Pros

Beautiful, so beautiful it hurt look at times

Smartm freakishly smart

Fantastic sense of humor

Kind, tutors the younger students

Loves to eat, I can't wait to cook her Nana’s special recipe

Never shies away from me

Cons

Different house

Sometimes too bubbly

Bossy

Wants a real relationship

The paper falls from my fingers, floating to the ground. Tears that I tried so hard to fight fall down my cheeks. I take an unsteady step back, shaking my head. Out. I need out. The door slams shut behind me. A real relationship? Is that not what he wants.

I managed to avoid Theo for three days before he cornered me. Well pulled me into an abandoned classroom. “Why are you avoiding me?” Theo asks, voice laced with exhaustion. The dark spots under his eyes tell me he hasn’t been getting any sleep. “I don’t know-” Theo shakes his head. “Please do not insult either of our intelligence by acting like you have no clue what I am talking about.” I gulp, walking around to sit on a dusty desk. “Amore please tell me what's wrong?” I shake my head, tears forming at the nickname. “Please?” Theo whispers, kneeling in front of me.

“I found the list you made.” Theo fliches as if I had slapped him. “W-what list?” The tears blur my vision as I will them not to fall. “The pros and cons list of dating me.”

The air between the two of us tense. “Amore please let me explain.” The sadness I have felt for the last three days turn into red hot anger. I laugh dryly. “What is there to explain? You had to make a list about me in order to figure out if you wanted to date me.” I stand up, crossing the room. I needed space from Theo. “Amore please you have to understand I was scared, terrified really. You make me feel things I have never felt before. Its not an excuse though. I should have never done it.” Theo says, standing off the ground. “Why did you?” I ask, hating how small my voice sounded. “I was so nervous about the way you made me feel. So Draco and Blaise suggested to make a list. A list of reason on what I like about you. Pansy told me it was a stupid idea.” I nod, my frown deepening. “What about wanting a real relationship? That was on the con list.” Theo tenses before before taking a step forward. “I’ve never done this before. Wasn't sure if I could handle a real relationship.” I glare at him, throwing my hands up in the air. “You asked me out remember. I am not forcing you.” Theo sighs, rubbing the crease in between his eyebrows. “Thats- that's not what I meant.” He takes another forward. “I want a relationship with you. I want this.” He says, pointing at the space between us. I nod, wiping my cheeks. “So do I but I need space. That list hurt me. You put my insecurities on a sheet a paper to not date me. Just, i'm sorry Theodore.” I say, rushing out of the classroom without sparing Theo a second glance. The sound of desks being shoved brings another round of tears to my eyes. “Fuck!” Theo roars from the classroom.

What do I do now?

[spaloonbabooguuscooties]

Okay now can we get a 200 paragraph slop description of Nina and Coco’s weird dynamic

grabbig you so hard white knuckle grip digging in nails.

okay so like to get into the two of them together i do have to explain my characterization for coco a bit because while i think with nina everyone has a sort of collective agreement for the most part abt her coco is a little bit more all over the place ? anyway

because my idea of coco is that shes NOT a good guy like crash is. bc i think that crash is genuinely good hearted and likes helping people! i think aku aku is a very positive influence for him and all he will always willingly help even his enemies and thats nice. but coco does not give a fuck about all of that. coco will help crash because she loves him but outside of that everything she does is for her own ends.

i read somewhere that canonically coco has the capability of being a full hero like crash is and could probably do it even better but she just doesnt Want to. and i think thats so good. shes got her own shit going on. i think that she isnt as outside of cortex's influence in her creation as she likes to think; like i think a lot of people are in agreement that she was made to be a general in his army, and cortex successfully made her incredibly intelligent, so it makes sense there would be some aspects of her personality that pull from that.

idk i stick to my thing about how tagteam racing coco is the best shes insane in it like please listen to the voicelines for her theyre so funny .

shes insanely overconfident, shes competitive, shes got a hair trigger temper, shes greedy and snappy. shes a little con artist and is constantly doing startup companies and scamming investors for money , like thats canon. and obviously shes still NICE for the most part she'll do the right thing when she needs to because its usually in her best interests anyway but it doesnt take away from the fact that theres a little rot in the core of her that never really left when she escaped that lab.

and outside of crash and crunch and like, tawna maybe, she doesnt have many friends and NO peers. so theres aspects of her socially where i think shes a freak and doesnt know how to act. never been in school probably has adhd because shes always just starting projects and shit and abandoning them. anyway

so i think! meeting nina is very important for her! like because now she has someone the same age as her with the same level of intellect (and theyre both girls ?? 🙊🙊) and she SUCKS and thinks shes better than her! so of course that kicks cocos lazy ass into gear . i think nina has such a talent for getting under cocos skin and making her insane . especially since coco hasnt had to deal with someone on the same level like that before. and i do think that coco is technically smarter but shes so impulsive, all she can think about is wanting to beat nina in whatever nina can challenge her with. it makes her brain really need to work to fight against her and prove her wrong and theres some awful little rush she gets from proving her wrong , making her Know how smart coco really is, which just makes nina fight harder to take her down.

and they think they hate each other so much but theyre actively seeking each other out to start these fights! as much as they hurt each other its fun for them in a way thats different than if it were anyone else. this snotty little girl that thinks shes SO cool with her dumb metal hands .

but theres still that inherent understanding there too. the way theyre both isolated in the way they are. coco lives on a remote island with people way older than her and nina goes to school sure but in public school everyone hates her! and even at madam amberlies she didnt actually have FRIENDS . coco is the only one who goes out of her way to talk to nina even if its just to tell her shes got a stupid big forhead. and nina calls her a feral rat and they continue their little games and rituals. they dont have to say thats why outright when they can feel it in the way they are so desperate and obsessed with each others attention.

and probably coco doesnt know how badly cortex treats Nina exactly . maybe she thinks shes cruel and nasty for the fun of it. but she knows how terrible cortex CAN be. knows that those hands arent for ninas benefit, that she may as well be an asset. maybe she feels a little pity for her there when she knows ninas being used and probably doesnt even realize that. when ninas smarter than cortex will ever be, when coco had NEVER felt the level of threat from cortex that she has from Nina . she knows shed be better off without him and theres a part of her that wants to see it i think. she likes the challenge, she craves it. it gives her something to do something to actually care about.

and i like the plotline in crash of the titans where coco gets kidnapped by her and forced to work on that machine because it makes me think so much about the dynamic there. like why does Nina NEED Coco? her intelligence probably, i also like to think that nina cant build things as effectively as coco can because of her hands getting in the way and breaking shit.

but theres this funny thing in COTT because ninas like mind controlling her to do this with some helmet but instead of just leaving the thing on her and not bothering with her otherwise nina is CONSTANTLY taking it off just to like. what! banter with her?? gloat?? like she finally has this girl forced to hang out with her and shes having the time of her life . and im not even gonna get into the way that they both fumble over insulting each other the whole time. whatever .

the titans games suck but that interaction gives a lot of potential for the idea of like. nina habitually stealing coco away under the guise of needing her hands . i like that 🫵 always making a big show of making coco her prisoner and forcing her to do her bidding because its weird for her to want to see her so often otherwise. and coco eventually just going along with it because helping nina with these plans makes it more challenging to beat her later on. like shes testing herself. and she likes it. theyre needling each other the whole time and yet that doesnt stop nina from eventually trusting coco enough to let her work with her without even keeping her in a cage. even if it gives coco the potential to double cross her . but she never does!

and of course being that close to your enemy leaves them both vulnerable. i think coco does start to understand the real nature of how cortex is to nina and it does make her feel bad. doesnt notice how little bite her insults are having after so long. how nina actively fights to try to touch her in a way thats Gentle when she brings her back to her lab. the way nina is getting more nervous. shed be stupid not to realize how close theyre getting after a while even when they say theyre enemies. when theyre laughing as they beat each other into the dirt a week later. idkk

and ninas so scared of it im sure. she doesnt make it obvious but i know shes self concious as fuck especially when it comes to coco. shes aware of how she Looks. how pretty coco is and how Good she thinks she is compared to her. not like coco would actually Like her like that. stupid nina with no friends almost no family and an uncle who cant even be bothered half the time. she cant actually TRUST anyone, and this little game she has going with coco has to fall apart eventually even if she's dreading it. dreading the day she actually wins like she says she wants to and coco's Gone.

and ideally coco could work with her like that forever. slap a helmet on her, who cares, shes EVIL right? but something about having coco all mindcontrolled and brainless by her side like she did before makes nina a little sick. even if it was nice just having a friend for a day.

i think even when coco does start trying to be closer to her - because it has to be coco initiating. her confidence is less fake than ninas is lmao - it scares nina at first . for many reasons; reasons like, maybe this is a trick. and shes scared of what cortex will do. and she could hurt coco so easily, just like every other poor little animal unlucky enough to be in her hands. and shes a bad person, and she doesn't deserve to be happy, and happiness is weakness anyway, and BESIDES. coco is so pretty and she could do better but also who could possibly be better than NINA- and its really very complicated. so i think nina pushes her away at first but coco is so stubborn and nina is so weird and they both cant stay away from each other for very long. nina sending Tiny Tiger to give coco a message like 'WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME. NOW I FEEL STUPID AROUND YOU ALL THE TIME DID YOU POISON ME OR SOMETHING' like coco isnt thinking the same damn thing. like man i thought i hated you what happened. why do i like seeing your stupid little grin. fuck off...wait but dont..ahahhh

and i dont think they ever really like sit down and talk about whats going on between them. they just get closer and closer until they know too much about the other. until theyve let their hands linger too long. until ninas memorized how cocos fur feels on her skin and how much shes missed that. and how much emptier their lives are when the other isnt there to ruin their day. lmaoo. you know

i think they can be soft too. i think they deserve that. let themselves get tired out after all their arguing and spitting and they just look at each other. and its just them, alone together, and they kind of know that they arent going to get this with anyone else. and so i think they allow themselves to be soft with each other . when nina realizes she cant keep pushing coco away and lets her in and coco will kiss her and hold her and let her feel like that girl she was before cortex kind of ripped it all away. just for a little bit. because they know theyll be back after each other later on, they dont really know another way to be yet other than that. but they can have this too and no one else has to know or to get it.

also side note i think its funny how animals have an affinity for nina despite what cortex did to her . and like there is a part of nina that likes coco a lot because she is silly and fluffy and soft and cute and nina is actively working to kill that part of her while coco , Being An Animal, can kind of sense that about her too. i think she uses that against her a little bit . idkk . she thinks nina is cute even if you couldnt torture that fact out of her.

aa. holy fuck. anyway

[medullamindset]

hii do u think u could perhaps do daisuke dating headcanons😓😓 can be sfw or nsfw

Yes hehehehhegeheheggeeee

The hc's are divided into general / relationship / NSFW ✦

CW: brief mention of drinking and smoking weed, uhmmmmm that's abt it?

GENERAL HC'S

✿   • 23 years old. (not sure of his birth year since it isn't established wether MW takes place in the future or the past or what)

✿   • Hes 1/2 japanese, 1/4 hispanic and 1/4 fillipino but either isn't spoken as much as english in his house so he never really picked up on the languages, knows bits and pieces tho. His mother is Japanese and his Father is Hispanic/Filipino but they met in america.

✿   • Loves all kinds of music, cannot stick to one genre for the life of him. Reggae, Pop, Techno, Metal, Country, Dad-rock, disco, experimental everything all the way to punk he doesn't care!!!! Hes dancing to all of the above, flailing his arms around and jumping like a madman

↑ I feel like some of his favorite artists would be The Cave Singers, Wooden Shjips, Gorillaz, Björk (that includes her ex-bands like K.U.K.L. and The Sugarcubes), NIN, Ariel Pink, Guns N' Roses, Ramones, RHCP and uhhh yeah just a shit load of contrast basically LOL

✿ • Chronic sims 4 player. He'll be hunched over his laptop for hours putting his poor sims through the most brutal shit and trying the most insane challenges.

His laptop is literally breathing like a dragon with all the mods he downloads-

✿   • Knows the FNAF lore by heart. He tried to be one of the Cool Kids™️ in middle school but enjoyed participating in a few "cringe" interests with the Weird Kids™️ from time to time.

✿   • Was lowkey a bit ignored by his classmates growing up. He was "too girly" for the boys and "too boyish" for the girls. So he was kinda bouncing back and forth, stuck in the middle.

✿   • Swears he'd never date a man but had so many male fictional crushes as a kid, you couldn't waterboard that info out of him but he's definetly a closeted bisexual.

✿   • Monster Energy enthusiast, drinks it like coffee. He'll complain about a headache and everything if he hasn't drank one in a while.

Loves fizzy drinks in general, he's team Dr. Pepper 😎

✿   • Has a few friends(?) That treat him kinda shitty cuz hes so gullible, think of 'em kinda like Tony, Cook, Sid and Chris from Skins UK. Cracking jokes at his expense and pretending to care abt him.. Or maybe they do but just have a really weird way of showing it❓

He goes home a little butthurt every time but doesn't wanna "be a baby" so he rarely makes a thing of it.

✿   • Ok so, i feel like ppl take the "And then theres that teeny bopper thinking only with his downstairs longnose." Dialogue from Swansea to the extreme. Cuz Swansea is usually very pessimistic and dramatic in his dialogue. Daisuke might aswell just have been complaining abt how hard it is to date on a freaking space freighter and how badly he wanted a lovelife while repairing something and Swansea decided to make a snarky/sarcastic remark abt it like he does on other occasions in game. "Capitano! Man with the plan!", "Let's hear it for Wake Rock!", "think i can already feel the ship rumb-a-tumbling through space." Ect.

Or maybe he is just a gooner i mean whaddo i know 🤷‍♀️ (pls don't attack me goonsuke fans)

✿   • Doesn't really drink that much when hes out, he'll have something if everyone else is but he rarely gets drunk-drunk. Hes a sentimental one but thats a secret shhhhh.

✿   • has tried smoking weed too but inhaled it wrong and nearly threw up from how hard he was coughing, his face was beet red for the rest of the night, 50% from the coughing, 50% from embarrassment. His friends get him into alot of stupid shit.

✿ • Talks to inanimate objects all the time and rarely thinks twice about it, like he'll bump into a table and say "sorry" or "excuse me", but if it was particularily hard on a sharp edge he'll go "owwUHH!!😠 You bitch...💔"

↑ Holding the drinks in the car still when he makes a sharp turn and saying something like "Hold on tight, Ladies." With a smirk.

↑ Tells his dishes it's "bath time!" and asked "may i take your coats?🧐" One time when peeling garlic.

✿ • Speaking of garlic he helps his mom around in the kitchen alot when making dinner, hes secretly a really good cook from just watching and learning through her but doesn't really like doing it all that much so it never lives up to its full potential. His dad is a bit scary in the kitchen on the other hand so he stays behind him lol

✿ • I headcanon his parents to be very like-..? They try to be supportive of him and encourage him to "try that" or "check out that job application" but on an emotional level they're a bit harder to get through to. Hes convinced they're dissapointed in him 24/7 what with how his mom called him a slacker. But they just want what's best for him.

He knows he'll never be like them. Just like Swansea said, hes not an ace student, career workhorse or a force of ambition. He doubts he'll ever bring in the big bucks. But that doesn't stop him from wanting to try. Hes just lost.

✿ • Hes had multiple low-paying jobs before the Tulpar like record store employée, Video store, ice cream stand or fast food employée. Top burger flipper Dai 😎🍔 but always manages to get fired somehow 🤕

✿ • That pink hawaiian shirt is just one out of dozens. He just likes them so much, each one is different from the other in color and pattern and he audibly gasps with exitement when he finds a new treasure at his local thrifts. They're literally all he wears. Hawaiian shirt, jeans, tee and jewelry. Every day. Maybe a hoodie over in the winter.. But don't mistake him for an outfit repeater.

✿ • Has been bleaching his hair since he was 20, went full yellow-ish blonde the first time but liked the outgrown roots look better.

Needs help with the back desparately 😭🙏

✿ • Had blue hair at one point as a kid and also shaved his whole head at 16 when he was feeling angsty and regretted it like crazy a week later ☠️

✿ • Wants more ear piercings SO BAD but feels shitty asking his parents for money. Grown ass man..

Lowkey also wants an eyebrow piercing but is afraid of it rejecting or getting ripped out somehow (same).

✿ • wears the most fuckass socks under those boots. Bro ONLY has silly patterned socks. Bananas, dinosaurs, stripes, stars, minecraft, spiderman, flowers, cats, literally anything.

RELATIONSHIP HC'S

✿ • Constantly wonders why you're dating him. Like you're just so cool and pretty and hes just "meh" in his eyes. He is so ready for you to dump him for some hung, beefy biker any second the first three months of your relationship.

✿ • Looks to you for your opinion all the time before deciding something. Sometimes it's just "Does this shirt look good??" But other times he really has to double check with you before making a big decision. He undermines himself quite often, he doesn't realize how smart and independent he actually is or could be. Dissmissing his thoughts to hear yours.

Thats when u have to try and mindfuck slash convince him into trusting his own intuition.

✿ • Loves watching you do your makeup (if u wear any). He'll just be sat behind you and watching everything you do in the mirror. Guesses what the products are before you use them.

↑ Wants u to kiss him all over after applying lipstick.

"But, baby, it'll stain :("

"Yes please!" *points to cheek.*

↑ Also begs you to do his eyeliner from time to time when you're going out. Adores the way you hold his jaw and stare at him in focus.

✿ • if you do piercings or are like "in training" hes begging YOU to do the piercings for him ‼️ "Please baby, please, i'llSuckIt,I'llBuyTicketsToThatConcertNextMonth,I'llBuyYouANewCar,I'llDoAnythingJust PLEASEEE pierce my rook!!!!" Hes literally on his knees with his hands clasped together.

↑ if you're not a pro tho, getting pierced together is definetly a date idea. You'd have a jar with the words "PiErciNG cAsH" scribbled on it standing proudly in your kitchen that you both drop money into regularily.

↑ puts on a brave face when the needle comes but bro has the lowest pain tolerance ever. Fainted once. You had to feed him kitkats till he could stand up.

NSFW HC'S

✿ • Is a virgin but not completely clueless, hes come close to losing his virginity before but both he and the other person pussied out. Got a handjob once tho!

He knows where the clit is from watching porn el oh el

✿ • Has moles all over, not just his face. He has a few on his arms and back but the most noticable(prettiest) ones are the ones on his chest and stomach <3 allllll the way down to his pubic bone.

i need to draw that..

✿ • LOVEEEESSS HICKEYS. Giving and receiving, he just can't help himself. Wears those purple bruises PROUDLY and can't wait for you to leave new ones once they've faded.

Loves seeing you with them too, it's just such an ego boost when he pulls back and sees you littered in them for everyone to see and know. But if you really don't want them to be anywhere visible he'll be like urgghhhh fiiinee.

You always have atleast one hickey somewhere with Daisuke as ur boyfriend.

✿ • Likes cowgirl, but his fav position is missionary, he gets so lost in the sause when fucking you dude. Whining and gasping into the crook of your neck as he tries not to bust early, stopping his agonizing pace every once in a while to grind his hips into yours, trying to dig himself as deep as possible before picking his pace back up again.

✿ • Pretty average in size, like 5-6 inches and girthy, his tip is like a #cc8976 and his cum is actually not that bad, he drinks alot of water. like ALOT. Hes literally a human fountain

✿ • is a chatterbox in the sheets, cringes a bit at dirtytalk but like "accidental dirtytalk" when hes inside you MFHH. Babbling about how good u feel. No degredation is flying out his trap 'round here.

- "Mnhh, fuckk.. Feel so good, baby.. I'm close-..!"

- "You're so wet,.. Mfhh-.. Hah.. This wet all 'cause of me, babe?"

- "God you're so hot-!! Hahh.. How could i get so lucky? Hm-?.."

✿ • Is a bit silly on impulse sometimes, hes the type to smile and wave at you if you look back at him during doggy hehehahGJDH

He'll apologize profusely after, trying to supress his giggles when you call him a fucking moron KSJAHSBD

OR

*taps on your ass like a keyboard and inserts his dick*

"I'm in. 🧑‍💻"

Hehe i love silly sex

✿ • He loves cumming inside you so much, holds resentment towards condoms cuz they prevent him from doing so. He likes it RAW and without restraints!! But he respects you and your wishes so if you really want him to wear one he'll suck it up lol

✿ • Hes a munch, but honestly he just loves having his mouth on you in general. Getting sloppy with your sex, kissing up your stomach, latching onto your tits and sucking on your neck.

God just imagine him tucking his hair behind his ears lazily before going to town MEOWWWWWWW

✿ • Needs reassurance. It kinda borders on praise kink(?) but generally he just wants to know if hes doing good. If he sees even the slightest bit of boredom or discomfort on your face hes pulling away immediately to double check.

Once again with the whole "accidental dirtytalk" thing. He'll ask you something, genuienly seeking confirmation.. But he just says it so out of breath and whiny it sounds borderline filthy sometimes.

- "That the spot, baby?"

- "This ok?" / "You like that?" / "Right there, babe?"

He just wants to please you :((

Sigh..

Click

brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

[ysrjune]

FWB!SCOTT BARRINGER 🌸

[ girl I haven't been writing. I miss it sm but I have no ideas or motivation, but here is the poll chosen thingy yay!! ]

sort of nsfw 🧐 MINORS.. FUCK.. OFF.. #jklol

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"and then she told me—" you pause kiss down his neck, making him suck in air as he tries his best to actually focus on the story you were telling him. you stop and look up at him to continue. "that apparently Ezra likes Daisy, but Daisy likes David?" Scott nods his head, resting his hand on the small of your back. "Uh-huh," he didn't care very much, but if listening to you meant you'd stay all over him, then that's what he'd do.

"It probably is true. you ever seen the way he looks at her?" he sighs, already missing your lips on his neck. "he could be the gomez to her morticia. he sure looks like a freak.. like her." he chuckles. you on the other hand weren't amused. Daisy was your friend, and you don't like when Scott makes jokes about your friends. "that's not cool," you roll your eyes and pull away from the crook of his neck. "what? come on. take a joke. I didn't mean it." oh yes he did. "yeah right, okay."

"can you just.. continue?" he asks, making your eyes light up, thinking he wanted to hear more of the gossip you wanted to tell. that was until he pulled you back in to his neck. not that you minded, but you thought he actually wanted to talk this time. his hand rubs up and down the small of your back soothingly as you suck on his pale neck. he didn't care that anyone would see. more so because nobody knew about this. outside of his cabin, you were just friends. not even friends, really.. just someone you talked to. thats what everyone else thought.

"are you even really paying attention to me, scott?" you ask him. "what? yeah. I've been listening to you this whole time." he scoffs. "I know it might seem like I just wanna.. you know." bone? makeout? definitely, he wants to, but hes not that big of a jerk.. not usually. "but I actually like listening to what you have to say. how else would I know everyones secrets?" he says playfully. A lot of people at horizon trusted you. especially the ones in your group. they told you everything going on. and who did you tell? scott.

"I just wanna feel you all over me while you talk my ear off. is that really so bad?" he mumbles as his fingers drfited down to the waist band of your jeans. "keep talking. I like your voice." he says and kisses your cheek.

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• FWB!SCOTT who started this whole thing with an argument. He was mad that you were chopping wood the wrong way. He was actually worried that you'd end up slicing one of your body parts off with the way you handled that axe. You told him that you didn't need him hovering over you the whole time and you eere doing just fine, but he wasnt having it. you yelled in eachothers faces for a whole minute. you were just getting so annoying and he didnt know how to shut you up, so he pulled you in for a kiss. then what? he kept asking for more. making out in the trails, him leaving marks all over your body in the equipment shed.. a lot happened.

• FWB!SCOTT who doesn't give you special treatment when everyone else is around. yeah, he has a little less attitude with you, but he seriously doesn't want anyone to know about you and him. hes not embarrassed, he just wants to keep it private since everyone is so nosy. But once you get him all alone, he does whatever you ask.

• FWB!SCOTT gets jealous when you talk to other guys. 《she's not mine.》 he thinks. but he just can't help it. Ezra isn't a huge problem, but auggie and the other guys.. he knows they're into you just as much as he is. he hears what they say about you when they're all in a group, hanging out. He's great at pretending he doesn't care, but he's always getting angry in his mind when auggie talks about how he'd let you do anything to him.

• FWB!SCOTT who loves feeling your hands all over his body. he acts high and mighty until you start scratching his warm back with your grown out nails. it turns him into putty. he'll have his arms wrapped around you, shirt lifted/off and face burried in your chest.

"little more to the left." he says, his tone full of sleepiness. your nails scratch right where he wanted, making him groan in pleasure. "yeah, there." he sighs. "you have no idea how soothing this is for me." Scott mummbles, kissing your cleavage.

who would he be if he said he didn't also love your hand in his pants? a big liar.

"mm-mm, stop it." Scott's hips rock up in your hand. "someone's gonna walk in." he says but makes no move to stop your hand from stroking his hard cock. "probably," you whisper into his ear. "I dont think you'd care very much though. would you?" you asked him, earning a whimper and a shake from his head. "no, I wouldn't. I don't care." he gasps, feeling your thumb brushing the slit. "oh my God, dont do that. dont fucking do that." his head falls against your shoulder. his hips stopped moving, letting you take full control. "im gonna.. hhuh," his hot load coats your hand and the bottom of his black shirt.

Oh, does he love taking you in the cold forest at night. "shut the fuck up. you're the one who wanted it." he thrusts into you at a fast pace. your legs were spread for him, shirt riding up your stomach. the way you looked at him under the moonlight was such a turn on. his flannel under you and the dirty ground underneath that. he was on his knees, fucking you in the middle of the damn forest at who knows what time. That evening you were being such a tease, asking him to take you exactly like this, but not clear about when.

so when everyone was running their last few errands at night, he pulled you by the wrist and led you atleast a mile away from everyone into the forest. then this happened. "no self respect? you're letting me fuck you over here? seriously?" he says through a shaky sigh. "I kinda like that," he smirks. "I love it, actually.. you're such a fucki–uhh!" he whimpers. "slut." his thrusts slow, but somehow it just felt better. "you're so wet, baby." his tone is higher now that hes so close. "Scott," you bite your lip, watching his cock pound into you. the way he had already made you finish 2 times. your sticky release coating the base of him. the lewd sticky noises that were made everytime he inserted his dick back in. You finished a little earlier than him, and he kept going so you'd ride out your high. luckily that was quick. he pulled out, now thrusting the tip of himself into your puffy clit. he finishes with a whiny moan.

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[bennyb0i0]

Can you do some Brahms X fem!reader? I really liked your headcanons, like he’s a freak but he doesn’t really know it, because he wasn’t taught anything, so it’s not really done out of malice.

Also love the fact that he can’t distinguish lust and love at first sight, that’s such good characterization.

OH MY GOSH TYSM!! I was really proud of that little blurb so Im SUPER glad people like you enjoyed it!! This will be the “full” (it’s not gonna be full) analysis post for him. Like.. some Brahms x reader headcanons, but accurate! I fear he isn’t just “sub with mask and abandonment issues,” he is SOOOO much more. Anyway I’ll quit yapping here and get to it.

Brahms as your lover

-okay idk how to start this but let me cook

-His abandonment issues show in different ways, one of them being aggression and overthinking. He’s scared of doing anything wrong, and will literally walk on eggshells around you for a few months. He beats himself up over tiny mistakes, and the frustration bubbles up quick.

-He doesn’t know how you love him. How could you? WHY would you? That mentality is the root of his overthinking.

-He’s prone to tantrums if you’re mad at him, but they really do come from a place of fear and hurt. What if this is the time you really leave him for good?

-He goes from clingy to distant on repeat. He doesn’t wanna annoy you too much, but he really does love you too much to stay alone.

-he overanalyzes everything you do. He’s always been forced to observe, and thats one of the things he’s best at.

-He needs a lot of reassurance, and slowly, he’ll need less and less. Only when he believes he’s truly lovable.

-He’s tense when you two cuddle for the first time. He doesn’t know where to put his hands, he feels your heartbeat, he’s sweaty and he’s overwhelmed.

-He really likes your voice. Nothing will ever make him calm down faster than your calm voice telling him it’s okay.

-YOU make him feel okay. You make him feel loved. You are what keeps him ticking, and with enough time, he’ll stop worrying about losing you.

[angelicblondie]

footballplayer!rafe x wag!reader (MDNI)

note: i dont know a lot about football so some details about that might be wrong!!

it was safe to say that your life had drastically changed over the last year.

before you met rafe, you were simply a girl working a marketing 9 to 5, with a fairly boring life. you had dinner with you parents once a month, went to work every day, you had nights out with you friends on the weekends- your life was just like any other girl approaching her mid 20s.

however, over a year ago, you were at a bar on a saturday night with a couple of your girlfriends, just trying to let loose from the week. you were only a couple shots in when you spotted the handsome stranger eyeing you from afar, and you were immediately filled with intrigue. rafe felt himself being magnetically pulled to your direction, sauntering over to where you stood with your friends by the bar.

he approached you with his sickly charming smile, wooing you instantly. the two of you got to talking and if you were honest, you were smitten instantly. about 5 minutes into the conversation you realized who you were talking to - rafe cameron, the new startup qb for your cities team. you weren't a huge football fan, but you'd have to be living under a rock not to know who rafe freaking cameron was. he had become a huge deal in the past months, reasons ranging from his killer wrist to his deadly looks.

you had seen girls thirsting over him on social media and you couldnt help but agree - the guy was smoking hot, even more so in person, making you honestly a little surprised he was even talking to you.

you look a sip of your drink, eyeing him thoughtfully. "so, whats a hot shot like you doing in this dump?" you ask, your voice teasing yet soft.

rafe let out a chuckle. "I could ask you the same question. dont you gotta boyfriend at home or somethin'?" he asked experimentally, awaiting you answer with the tilt of his head.

you bit your lip, catching his drift. "no boyfriend," you reply, twirling the straw in your drink. "how 'bout you? no groupie chasing after you?"

rafe poked his tongue into his cheek with a smile, shaking his head. "nah, on my own at the moment."

you hum, nodding along to his words before wrapping your lips around your straw, locking into his eyes as you sucked the liquid out of your glass.

thats how you ended up on his bed later that night, letting him pound into you as you screamed into his pillow - truly the best sex you had ever had at that point.

whilst your sexual chemistry was undeniable, so was your romantic chemistry. the two of you flowed into conversation easily, and could feel the early excitement of your new situation.

you spent the whole week at rafes house - only leaving his side for work, and him for training. the two of you showered in the morning, made or ordered in meals for dinner, and talked late into the night, about anything and everything (and of course, had sex. lots and lots of it). you got to know rafe, from his early childhood, to embarrassing high school stories, crazy college encounters, and all about his love for football. and rafe got to know you too, since you found yourself uncontrollably sharing things you had never uttered to another soul, wondering why it was you felt so connected to him - why you trusted and liked him so much already.

at the end of the week though, it was time for you and rafe to part ways, since the football season had started, causing rafe to need to travel.

you were inexplicably crushed, wondering if your time together had run its course, and if it was time to say bye forever - only remembering each other by the perfect week, and nothing more.

luckilly though, that wasnt the case - you and rafe just couldn't stay away from each other. he called you every night, as long as he could. you watched his games on the tv in your living room, texting him after each time to congratulate or console him, depending on the outcome. you even brushed up on your football knowledge, wanting to be more useful in conversations about the topic and to understand what was going on in the games.

your friends were of course happy for you, but also perplexed. you had just met the guy, and you two were already acting like a married couple. but once you formally introduced him to them, they understood.

the two of you just simply had a special connection, and admired each other so much. it was like you skipped all the awkward first dates and base line questions, and just jumped right into the good stuff - and it was (and still is) perfect.

that how you got here - a year after the two of you made it official only 2 month into knowing each other - in a stadium in sunny california.

your boyfriend was playing against the LA team, and you were seated in a box with the other friends and family of the players, sitting next to rafes dad and step-mom, as well as his sister sarah.

you and sarah had wine glasses in your hands as you sat in the first row, sunglasses covering you eyes as you waited for the game to start. you saw the occasional phone camera pointed your way, and you gave a small smile a wave.

you had definitely received more attention since you and rafe began your relationship - people had flooded you social media accounts with both love and hate, and had began to treat you as if you were some celebrity, which was strange, since you were just some girlfriend of a football player.

a very popular football player, but still.

with you new platform, you were able to post the cutest pics of rafe and you, (and some very hot pics of him alone), and also make a bit of money from it. you still worked in marketing, but had decided to mostly work online and remotely, making it easier to travel with rafe when needed.

a big topic of conversation between the two of you when you started dating was how you would approach that part of your relationhip - balancing your individual lives to meet in the middle.

you had made it clear that you wanted to be your own person, aside from being his girlfriend. although rafe could certainly provide for the two of you, for now, you quite liked relying on yourself for your pay, and you liked the independence that came with it. of course, rafe was supportive of this decision, but made it clear that this wouldn't stop him from spoiling you with any presents and treats that he could think of - only the very best treatment for his girl.

that being said, you still wanted to see him as much as possible, and since your job offered flexibility, you decided to take the opportunity to be able to move with him when needed and continue to work for yourself.

the game was an important one - it was the game that decided whether or not the boys would make it to the superbowl.

rafe had been jittery the whole day before, pacing around in your hotel room and cracking every bone in his body. you had tried to get him to relax, but his mind was running wild.

he kept trying to find something to do. for example, he spent a whole 3 hours in the hotel gym, working out to prepare himself. you gently scolded him once he returned though, worrying it would only make him sore.

you then ran him a bath, hopping in as well so you could try to ease his nerves.

you made the environment as relaxing as possible, lighting some candles and incense, filling the bath with bubbles and lavender essential oils, soft jazz playing in the background.

you sat behind rafe, softly massaging his back to relieve the obvious tension. you whispered reassurances in his ear, wanting him to go into the game with confidence in his abilities, and a clear head.

"the only way your going to win tomorrow is if your thinking of what your doing in the moment, not the past, and certainly not the future. you have to be present and open minded, not driven by emotions or fear," you had reminded him softly, turning him around so he could look into your eyes.

rafe nodded, a serious yet tired look on his face. he worked so hard, and he was so good at what he did. you wanted this so badly for him, but knew that the only way he would play his best tommorw was if he got out of his head.

"i know, baby. you know how i get like," rafe murmured, bringing you onto his lap and tucking his face into your neck, prompting you to wrap your arms around his neck and run your fingers through his wet hair.

"if its any consolation, I'll be proud of you no matter what. you've worked so so hard this season, and everyone sees it. I truly cant think of someone more deserving of this than you, babe," you reassure, trying to make you voice as soothing as possible.

you meant your words of course, but you really did want him to win. you knew how competitive he could be, and like him, so were you.

so once the game started, you removed the sunglasses off your head and into you purse, sitting down and taking a long sip of wine.

it was a long game, rafe team managing to get the first touchdown, causing your section to jump up into the air and celebrate. the screen had shifted to your boxes reaction, zooming in on you and sarah hugging and jumping up and down in excitement, cheering louder than anyone else there.

rafe had looked up, trying not to get too excited and keep his head in the game, but seeing you jump around so happily for him caused him to break out into a large smile, blowing a large kiss your way before running to his groups huddle.

the game got a bit rough after that, the other team getting 2 touchdowns causing you to wince each time, taking long sips of you drink. any time rafe looked in your direction you sent him a proud smile regardless, wanting to keep his spirts and hopes high.

by the 4th quarter, the other team had 4 points on you guys, meaning all you needed to win was just one touchdown.

with about 5 minutes left, the two teams on the field hadn't managed to score any points, and you were starting to worry. rafe, as quarterback, was talking to the coach of his team with a serious expression nodding along to his words before running over to his team. using his hands a bit, he explained the play, looking at each of their faces to make sure they understood the plan.

once it started, you and sarah were squeezing eachother hands tightly, muttering words of encouragement as your eyes glued to the field. you could hear the voice of ward narrating to rose, explaining what he thought the play would be and what would be the smartest option. you wanted to role your eyes at his condescending tone, but decided against it, focussing your attention on the game.

you watched in focus as rafe threw the ball back to one of his teammates, and they passed the ball to another. you lost sight of the ball whilst keeping your eyes on rafe (a constant tendency), and before you knew it, you turned your head to see one of his teammates run across the end zone and hold the ball up high, celebrating his victory.

you all immediately jumped up, cheering in celebration. you face broke out into the biggest grin as you watched rafe and all of his team mates pile on top of each other on the field.

the game still had about 4 minutes left, but it didnt matter, because luckily, the other team didnt manage another touchdown, meaning rafe and his team were going into the super bowl.

you and rafes family met him out back of the stadium, instantly hugging and congratulating him. you of course held on extra long, kissing his face all over casting a red hue on his cheeks.

before going out to dinner all together, you and rafe went to congratulate other members of his team and some of his friends, talking for a bit about the events of the game.

during dinner you sat close to rafe, his hand on your thigh as you leaned on his shoulder, enjoying the high of his victory and chatting casually with his family. eventually you two parted from the other, walking the short distance back to your hotel and luckily not getting recognized.

the minute you stepped into the room you were on rafe, holding his face as you pushed your lips onto his, as he grabbed your hips in mild shock. once it wore off, he took control of the kiss, walking backwards to the bed. once his knees met the corner and he fell back, you straddle his waist, waisting no time to lift the shirt of his body, revealing his toned figure underneath.

soon the two of you were a mix of sweaty bodies under the sheets, writhing in pleasure and letting out muffled noises. rafe had you underneath him, arching your back off the sheets and letting out little whimpers, too embarrassed to be loud, fearing the thin walls of the hotel.

"let it out, baby, I want to hear you," rafe coaxed.

you whine, grabbing his tone biceps. "cant, rafe. people'll hear"

rafe laughed a bit sadistically, squeezing your waist and pounding into you hard. "don't care. want everyone t'hear how good m'making y'feel. c'mon, you can let it out, I know y'can."

you moaned a little louder this time, cursing loudly whilst you screamed. "fuck, please, rafe, m'so close."

rafe placed one of his hands on your lower stomach and watched as he pressed down, earning a high pitched gasp and moan from you, throwing your head back against the pillows.

rafe tilted his head up to look at you and his lips tilted upwards. "yeah? can y'feel me? right here in your tummy?"

you nod wordlessly, your body squirming in pure pleasure. "please, rafe, I need t'come."

rafe continued his pace, groaning gutturally as he approached his own high. "fuck, go ahead baby."

your walls clenched around his dick, and rafe watched, tranfixed as the white ringlet appeared near the base of his cock, becoming more and more definded every time he slowly moved in and out of you. the view made his reach his own organsm, cumming into the condowm as he threw his head back, his stomach clenching as he released.

the two of you spent the rest of the night cuddled in bed, watching a movie and snacking on the room service you had delivered. and you truly couldn't ask for a better way to celebrate your boyfriends accomplishment.