#like i too wanna be so overwhelmed by feelings everytime someone say 'i love you' that i cry my eyes out

[thecasualfkfan]

Bro I really really want whatever relationship that Kanaphan dude and that Thanawat dude has.

[greeneyed-thestral]

I MET MICHAEL SHEEN. 16/03/24, National Theatre

So, if you've read my post about booking tickets to see Michael, you know all about my what-ifs. But the day was finally here.

I arrived at the National Theatre, followed all the Nye signs and here's the Olivier Theatre. I made my sister buy me the show's programme, hoping I would be able to get it signed.

I find my seat, I'm not in the centre but the stage still feels very close and you can see everything (amphitheatres are always the best).

Lights out. The audience is in religious silence. Can't believe I'm actually here, this is happening.

[skip this part in smaller font, if you want to avoid spoilers] In the words of Staged, he really loses himself in his roles. First of all, it's great to hear him speak in a Welsh accent.

But then we also see him turning back into a child, and you can totally believe he's young and innocent again. His stutter feels so real, his struggle and sadness too. The entire ensamble is great during the classroom scene, where they all help Nye against their bullying teacher (using those big canes to make him look scary really works). Hearing young Nye confessing that at times he thinks he 'shouldn't exist' because of who he is was a gut punch; Michael's delivery of that whole part is incredible, in that moment he really becomes a little boy that allows himself to feel vulnerable and says something dark to a friend. The way he jumps while saying "I can visualise and enunciate!" made me wanna jump too, he was ready to give up and then he found the solution through books, it's the joy and relief you feel when you realise that there is another way and your life is not over.

Now, I've watched musicals all my life and let me tell you that man is meant to be in one. He opened his mouth and all I could see was someone that had been waiting a long time for the occasion to show his talent, truly showstopping. He was so free and happy and confident, singing and dancing spectacularly. I couldn't stop smiling and giggling, we all clapped.

It's clear he means every word he says, and when he points and shouts his political arguments at the audience, those who feel called out must be shaking; I thought 'This is how people in Ancient Greece must have felt everytime they went to the theatre'. His Nye is inspiring, passionate, someone you'd want to follow, he stands up for what he believes in and lets nothing get in his way.

We get to watch him flirt, on all fours, waggling his 'tail'; everytime we think we've seen all he's capable of, he does something like this and surprises us.

But most of all, we see him being scared, first of having to do something, and then of not being able to do enough for all of us. At one point everyone has requests for Nye and I was expecting him to shout "Heal yourselves!" like Jesus in JCS, it totally conveyed what it must have been like to be in his role at the time, overwhelmed with daunting responsibilities.

In general, I appreciated the fact that it wasn't a linear biography, they chose life moments that have universal situations everyone can relate too, like they do in bio-musicals. I loved the staging. The colour palette is so recognisable; the curtains and the beds are used in many different ways so everything is explored at its full potential.

He is on stage basically all the time for more than two hours (sometimes twice a day, can you imagine?). Also barefoot and in his pajamas from start to finish, he looks like a teddy bear you just want to hug and protect.

He bows, looks at Nye's achievements, then leaves the stage.

Standing ovation, applause. I go back to the theatre lobby, I was supposed to wait for my sister, but she's late. Meanwhile, a fan asks me how to get to the Stage Door. I start too fear that I'm going to miss my chance if I keep waiting inside, so I decide to go on my own. After no more than 5 minutes, he's outside with us. Forget Nye, I am living my fever dream. He has just finished his second show of the day and yet he's smiling and listening to each and every one, signing and taking pictures. I know many have said this, but he really is an angel.

My sister arrives, and as soon as I'm sure she has the camera ready, I make my way to him. The two girls next to me who were speaking to him needed a pen and I lent them my sharpie, so I got my chance to look generous in front of him.

And suddently it was my turn. This is as much as my scrambled mind allows me to remember: I tell him I'm Francesca and I'm from Italy, he asks me how long I am going to stay, I confess that I had arrived that morning and just to see him, that I would be leaving already the following morning. I can't even focus while he's signing my programme, I just want to find the right words. I manage to say how I enjoyed seeing his passion, all these different sides of him and how watching him sing and dance has been the highlight of my evening. We take a picture together, I feel his hand on my shoulder and I realise my arm is around the waist of this person I love. I had to thank him again, telling him that he only deserves good things and that we are so lucky to have him. He wishes me a safe trip home, and I melt. I leave and I can't stop trembling. On my way back to the hotel I hold on tight to my signed programme and the sharpie that was in his hands just moments earlier. Only later I will realise that he's also written 'Ciao!', 'love' and 'X', without me asking for it or anything! Seeing him act live was a big gift already, but what followed outside was beyond my dreams. I can't look at the photos without blushing, the way he looks at me in the video and then also strokes my arm for a moment, I mean pinch me now.

The more I think about it, the more I can't believe it happened.

I want to thank everyone that under my first post pushed me and encouraged me to see the pros of doing this, I share this beautiful moment of my life with all of you. <3

[dollcherray]

Hi there!! May i request SMG4 and SMG3 (separate) with a very VERY cuddly and clingy reader? (gn!reader pls)

୨୧ GLUED ୨୧

SMG4 & 3 X CLINGY READER

A/N: this took so long cuz Tumblr fucked up the post and didnt save it till the end... sincerest apologies

type: Headcanons, romantic, fluff

triggers: none

song(s) recommendation(s}: glued / hug me

୨୧ I hc him to also be a bit clingy, so everytime he gets sad or at least a bit upset, he would use it as an excuse to jump into your arms and feel your warm embrace, your touch simply sooths him<3

・❥・SMG4

୨୧ Smg4 would eat up all the affection you give him, he was already happy that he finally pulled someone, and they are affectionate and clingy? he is loving it and is living for it!! everytime you just hug him suddenly, he would hug back 10 times tighter, sometimes it takes all of your breath, but he does that to show how much he loves your hugs!

୨୧ Imagine him babbling to others how he haves such an loving and affectionate partner, my man would be all "hey look at my partner, they are such a sweet person with me, i love them so much, they are so-" and continue to ramble about you and your cute features (which is everything about you) and behavior.

୨୧ If he cant give you attention he will simply warn you and tell you he will try to make some time for you later and when he finally gets that time, he is IMMEDIATELY jumping on you.

୨୧ Smg4 loves your affection indoors and outdoors too, he isnt afraid to show it, he loves it so much that Smg3 once said for you two to get a room, only to get an "Your just jealous" back.

୨୧ If you (somehow) is shorter than him, he would just pick you up and carries you to his room silently, he just cuddles u on the bed once he gets there.

୨୧ He doesnt feel overwhelmed by your cuddly and clingy behavior, not at all! he is easily able to keep up with him as surprising as it seens.

୨୧ Whenever you two are in a adventure, he is always holding you, holding on your arm, waist, hand doesnt matter, he just needs to hold you whenever he gets the chance to.

୨୧ "Hug me! bring it in!"

✮⋆˙ SMG3 ✮⋆˙

୨୧ *Insert embarrassed angry face*

୨୧ Do i really need to explain it? this man is simply flustered, but aint complaining... much, he just never had someone as affectionate as you to give him so much love and affection, its kind of new to him.

୨୧ It just breaks him "tough" character facade, it gets him all flustered and silly and ahshshshebsjwj did you cast an spell on him? are you a witch? cuz you making him feel alot of things he never experienced much before.

୨୧ In public he may show himself to hate it but in private he will just eat it up as much as Smg4 does and maybe soon he will eventually warm up to also getting it in public, he just doesnt really wanna show it outdoors in the beginning because he wanted to keep his "bad guy" reputation, but dw, he eventually gets used to it.

୨୧ He goes up to you everytime he is mad or mildly upset too, he looks like Smg4 in that aspect, but he sometimes does it unconsciously, as in "i did it on auto pilot" unconscious, he got too used to seek for your touch.

୨୧ He 100% is a secretly touch starved person, i dont make the rules (i do), so he will hold onto any part of you he can, and i really mean any part, if he need to he will hold onto your ankle.

୨୧ He will brag about you, saying things like: "Look at my partner, they are so cool and sweet, bet you cant have that" "i have the most sweet partner and YOU dont" and etc, hes a little bitch sometimes but still fine as hell

୨୧ You are his soft spot ‼️ like he will soften his behavior around you SO MUCH that anyone who knows him like Smg4 would be so impressed, would usually get mocked because of it but he didnt really care since he HAS YOU‼️‼️‼️

୨୧ "Why are you blushing? thought you were tough" "I-IM NOT BLUSHING! BAKA." <3

[darylsfavoritegirl]

i've been reading and seeing so many Soft Daryl content that this absolutely hurts me but idc i've had this idea for a while now eheheh

something about prison/alexandria daryl who doesn't really know to deal with emotions and often feels overwhelmed screams that he'd be such a dick without meaning to and it would eat you ALIVE.

ok to be more specific, i often imagine him having an argument with you. both of you saying hurtful things to eachother to a point where you question the way you view him, debating inside of your head if he was ever the man you thought he was. feeling stupid for caring about him too much because the things he said to you in a random argument made you feel like he didn't care much, that he could just get rid of you instantly. so you wouldn't talk to eachother at the shared house in Alexandria, would completely ignore and avoid eachother and hang out with people you normally don't way too much.

And in the same day, most of the time towards the midnight, he'd come home from a "run" with a few squirrels on a string, slung on his shoulder. Maybe he'd see you in the living room and would dart away his eyes and not spend any time more than necessary and would just get on his bike or car to be more safe and would just drive out of alexandria. go to a random cliff, take his frustration out on some walkers and sit in complete silence. Maybe he'd light a cigaratte, fix his bike or car though they perfectly function. he just needs to get his mind off of you. he loves you

everytime i listen to the song "cigarattes daydreams" and THAT line

"You can drive all night,

looking for the answers in the pouring rain

You wanna find peace of mind,

looking for the answer."

comes up i just go "Omg that's so Daryl!!!" cuz it's!!

he doesn't like the way he is, he wanna be better; better for you yet, old habits die hard. you don't like this whole situation any better than him and you always have zero idea what goes through his mind. does that man think he is doing you a favour? you're not a mind-reader. safe to say he has always been someone hard to read even when he'd speak his mind.

me pouring my heart to yall at 1.30 a.m

[slickchickchocolatier]

Hey! Its my first time sending an ask hehe~ I just wanted to say that you’re such an amazing writer and your series are just sooooo good!!! 😍😍😍 I started getting into your account when I came across the smau for MRE and HHP and I gotta say, you got me hooked so bad onto Heethan that I end up loving all your Hee-leads so far! I’m so invested in HHP, SE7EN, DT and now TO! I’m honestly so excited to read a new chapter everytime you post hahaha! 🤭🤭

The main reason I wanted to send you this is cuz I’ve been having super stressful and bad days these past few days and its mainly cuz its my final year in college, final semester and final week actually 😅 and there’s just like sooo many final preparations needed to be done for my big final year project (having my big presentation today! soooo nervous) and its just been too much and too overwhelming for me and I didn’t wanna bother anyone with my anxiousness so I’ve been keeping it all to myself and having slight panic attacks and just started having random breakdowns as I complete my assignments. Reading your series, whether its new chapters or just rereading older ones have given me comfort, like I really felt alone but its like Heethan, Heelel and the Heebros have become my comfort characters. It’s just been so overwhelming for me and I didn’t wanna bother my family with it, I only have one other friend that I trust with my whole life but rarely see her, we’re all busy and I just felt like I’m falling behind in everything. Even though the Hee-leads might be like crazy obsessed with the reader, its like I really needed them in my life just to have someone to drop everything just to hold and comfort me anytime life becomes too much for me. I’m actually crying while writing this to you hahaha… it just feels like everyone around me is moving so fast and I’m stuck at the back picking myself up just because I feel so overwhelmed and anxious easily. Turning 20 this year is another thing that has me feeling afraid of adulthood, my mum is pressuring me into getting a job immediately once I graduate but I just feel like I’m not ready, or I’m just not ready to give up my teenage freedom and socialise professionally. Being such an introvert and shy and always thinking I’m just dumb and cant do work without help has been holding me back from wanting to grow and enjoy this new chapter in life.

So sorry for this long ass rant but i just really needed to let you know how much your stories, your Hee-leads have been keeping me going. Excited for the next chapters of your series! Hope you’re having a great day❣️

Omg so....I LOVE THIS.....this is so heartwarming and thank you for sharing it with me. Also, thank you for discovering my blog so you can write this to me, bc as you may have figured, receiving asks are just....its so nice. its a nice and wonderful surprise to hear from readers interesting in my work, wanting to know more about the characters and so forth. I am just beyond touched that heethan, heelel, and heebrows have made their way into your heart and to provide you comfort. in fact, reading your message had reminded me of a piece that i had started to draft (it was originally supposed to be a part of one of the HHP chapters but i never went through with it) but i still had it in my folders so after i finished reading your message, I decided to go back and actually finish it and format it specifically for you as y/n. I hope you like it. <3

Heeseung's Message.....

MDNI18+ content below the line.

Warnings: mentions of losing loved ones, fears and worries about the future, smut, car smut, unprotected smut, some....just some sadness....its a very heartwarming and touching piece.

"What's wrong baby?"

Noting how silent you were in the car, right after he picked you up, Heeseung rubbed your thigh, gently shifting your skirt upwards as he softly slid his hand up and down, enveloping you with warmth and comfort. "Something on your mind pretty baby?"

Placing your hand on his, you grabbed hold semi-tightly, keeping your gaze out at the window. You were hesitant at first, noting that Heeseung had a busy schedule of his own, was on his way of finishing his last year in college, aiding his professors, and of course, there was you....picking you up from classes, dropping you off every morning, taking you wherever you needed to go. You appreciated it but the man had completely devoted his time to everything else, you felt it selfish to bring any matters up to him....feeling that whatever time he did have left within the evening, he should at least have it for himself.

"It's nothing." You sighed out.

Glancing over to you, he furrowed his brows and quickly shifted the wheel, stirring the car over to a nearby parking lot on one of the campus buildings.

"What are you....?" raising up in your seat, you looked around before turning your gaze over to Heeseung, who steered the wheel with one hand and in a smooth motion, parked the car. Unbuckling his seatbelt, his gaze meets with yours before he reaches up and places his hand behind your head, softly grabbing onto your hair as he leans in and rests his forehead against yours.

"Whats wrong? Did something happen? Did someone hurt you? I wanna know. Tell me, y/n."

His eyes were wide and his expression was fierce with rage, however, before he further ventured off into a spiraling path of unhinged presumptions, you reached up and latched your fingers onto his collar, placing a dainty kiss on his lips. "Its not that....I promise nothing like that happened."

Raising his brows and tilting his head, he releases the gentle grip he had on your hair, and replaced it with a soft, petting motion. "Then why are you being so quiet? You seem upset, what is it?"

Looking down at the console for just a second, you raise your sights once more to meet his and began talking.

".....Are you ever scared about the future, Heeseung?"

His face was taken slightly aback as he raised both brows and looked at you with an intent look.

"Is that what this is about? Are you feeling overwhelmed about moving?"

Shaking your head, you looked down once more as you shyly clarified. "Nooo.....its not just that....its more..."

"Like what baby?"

"Like....after the moving.....finishing college, being in an unfamiliar country, not knowing anybody, making new friends, meeting your family, being apart from mine, learning a new language, finding a job after college, and what if I have to do more college? Or ...." pausing, you caught yourself drifting in verbal thought.

"Or....?" He draws out as he bids you to finish your statement.

"Or........what if....what if something happens and we........you know.....what if we just...."

Squinting his eyes slightly, his expression looked a little irked as he rolled his tongue in his mouth. "That's never going to happen y/n. You know that."

"Yeah but....."

"But what?" Slightly annoyed, he closed his eyes for a second, tilted his chin down, and lifted his lids to expose a rather stern and rather angry look. Yet the moment he saw that your eyes began to glisten, shining like diamonds as the tears started to build up, you looked down once more, unable to look him square in the eye as you felt the first tear break free and drip down on the leather padding of the console.

Watching as you faintly sobbed, he nearly felt his heart break into two. He gasped out a faint breath as he reached over with his other hand and cupped your face, no longer expressing a look of annoyance.

"Hey......why? What's making you think that way? Am I not showing you enough love? You know whatever it is you want, all you have to do is tell me and I'll make it happen."

"Its not that i just........there's just some things we can't predict about the future Heeseung......what if some day......what if you stop loving me......or worse.....what if something happens and I no longer have you? What if....just.......you never know.....is it wrong for me to hope for the best, but expect the worse? Because...you know that life can be so unfair some times....and I....I....I'm scared because....I dont even know....what I'm scared of sometimes. I wake up every single morning not even knowing how to live life because there's so many things that I think about....so many things that are thrown at me all at once and I just.....I feel like sometimes......I might fail......I feel like sometimes.....I will let you down.......I feel like its not the world, its me.........its me that's broken, not you or anyone else."

You gasped out tears and soft cries as you spoke straight from the heart. For the first time, Heeseung had sincerely considered if going to Korea was the best option, at least just for a second before he reminded himself of the future that he had waiting for him.....a future that would allow him to continue to keep you....safe....and with him.

Shifting his sights around on the floor bed of the car, his thumbs stroke your cheeks, wiping away the continuous flow of tears that were now coming down harder than before. Gulping down a hard swallow, he turns back to face you.

"Baby.........look at me....please look at me."

Looking up into his gaze, your eyes red, swollen, with eyelashes drenched and your face stained with wet trails of all your fears leaving their mark. With a soft smile, he calmly speaks.

"You're right.....that is tough. There's a lot that we can't control in the future....its precarious, and we're literally just pawns on the board of this silly game called life, where God and the universe are taking turns making each move. It can be cruel, unfair, and tormenting. Its something that we can either overcome with great strife and hard work."

"But what happens if we work so hard and it.....it just doesnt work out? What if everything just falls apart Heeseung?"

"We wont know unless it happens y/n......the thing about the future, as much as we want it here in the present, so we can see and view what it has in store for us, thats....just not the way it works. That's not the way we work....we're not designed to know those things. We didn't become strong because we cheated, we became strong and survived because we, as humans, learned....the hard way."

Looking into his eyes, your vision started to become blurry all over as the next set of tears built up. Smiling as he continued to wipe your tears away, he continues.

"Y/n....for thousands of years, people have fallen, lost, and suffered at the creativity of the universe. Yet we never gave up......people had an urge to survive. Which is why at times, even when the entire world was on fire, times where a soldier never comes home, a woman loses her child, or when a doctor just doesnt have a cure.....we keep moving....we get back up and learn how to walk again. I can't sit here and tell you that I know that everything is going to be great.....I dont know. But what I do know.....is this...."

Shifting his hands down to your waist, he lifts you with his core strength as his abdominal muscles flexed under his shirt. Bringing you over onto his lap, he sat you down in a princess style as he cradled you against his chest.

"No matter what happens....I'm going to be there. I'm going to be there and I'm going to help you, just like you're going to help me. I'll never let anything happen to you....and.....you never have to worry about me not loving you .....noooooooo pretty baby......that's never going to happen, not loving you would be the worst offense against Heaven and humanity. As far as if anything were to happen to me...."

The moment Heeseung touched on that part of the subject, you sobbed uncontrollably against his neck.

"Heeeeeey, come on now. Nothing's even happen, why are you acting like that's a for sure thing?" he chuckles out as he kisses your forehead. "Listen..." Taking your hand in his, he continues.

"I'm not going anywhere......I'm not. I know this because I know what is living for me......you. I will never abandon you. Even if something did happen, you know i'm always going to be with you. You know how?"

Shaking your head, he brushes your hair away from your face.

"Moments like this baby. Every time we talk, touch, feel each other, love, eat, sleep, kiss, and when I fuck your brains out...." gripping onto your waist tightly, he presses his forehead against your own once more. "All the things we do, they never leave. So.......if there is ever a time where I am not physically here......you're always going to remember how i feel..." gliding his hand from your waist, he reaches down and gently trails it upwards under your skirt, his fingers reaching into your panties.

"You're going to remember my touch..." kissing your neck, he latches his mouth onto your soft spot under your ear, and rings the tip of his tongue around in slow circular motions.

"You're going to remember my scent...." with his free hand, he reaches behind your head and gently pushes your face inward, causing your nose to become burrowed in his thatch of dark long, shaggy hair, inhaling the scent of his cool-mint cologne and his shampoo.

"You'll also remember what I taste like...." placing a soft peck on the spot he was sucking on, he tilts his head up slightly and brings your head down to kiss him.

"And best of all......pretty baby.......you're going to remember what it feels like when I fuck you......when I love you." Shifting your body to face forward, your back completely spooned by his chest and groin as you both remained seated in the drivers side, he spreads your legs open by pushing our inner thighs apart. You were so caught up with the sensual four play, you hadn't realized that he tore off your panties. Unbuttoning your blouse, exposing your breasts, he shifts you up as he levels his length to align with your slit, before proceeding to enter inside you. Feeling full of his flesh, you moaned out as the overwhelming sense of pleasure hits you........taking you away from the abysmal depths of your fears and worries.

Steadying you in a reverse cowgirl position, filing you, his cock melts inside you as he begins thrusting slow and steady, picking up the pace as your walls become more moist.

"You feel me pretty baby?"

"Y-yes!"

"Yeah? You gonna remember me forever?"

"Y-yes...yes! He-Heeseung!"

"You gonna remember what this feels like?"

"Yes!"

"What does it feel like baby? Tell me."

"F-f......fe-feels......ssss......goood......soo....soo.goood....ugh!"

"Harder or faster baby?"

"ugh! both! please both!"

Thrusting repeatedly, your body falls limp as he holds you upright, with one arm wrapped around your waist, and his other hand shifting a grip between your neck and your exposed breast, he muffles your moans and screams with his mouth as he swallows every single bit of your precious tones.

"Gonna cum for me?"

"Y-ye.....yes!...yes.......ugh! He-Heeseung!"

"Yeah? You gonna cum because you're a good girl?"

"Mmm!mmmmmm....mmmhmmm!....ugh!"

"You my good girl?"

"Y....yes!!"

"Yeah you are.......now fucking cum on me. Let me feel it."

Adding more depth to each thrust, you gasped out your screams of pleasure as he rams his cock deep inside, separating new found walls and extracting the moisture out of your body. Reaching orgasm and releasing all over his member, your thighs shake relentlessly.

"Good girl.....my turn."

Cupping your lower tummy, he pushes in and feels his thick length as it slides in and out, he found it amusing how your sensitive body could take him like this, especially feeling it inside you as he was doing right now. Jacking his member deep inside you at a rapid and hard momentum, he finally reaches his moment and with one last punctured thrust, he bucks his hips upward as he shoves you down, mashing your bodies together as he releases inside and fills your body up.

Pulling your head back as he latches his mouth on your neck yet again, suckling as your body bounces rigorously from the tenacity of his performance.

Feeling the pleasure of his tainted love, you somehow were to understand his message clearly, all due to Heeseung extracting you from your fears......which he had done before, back when Samuel sent you his email......back when you and Heeseung came together for the first time.....the start of your guys story. Just as he did back then, he helped you to understand, that the reality of what life gives, is never necessarily the ending to your story. The more he kept pumping into you, the more you were reminded of that clarity. Yea sure, you still felt scared, but knowing that if at first you dont succeed....reach happiness.....or if things just dont work out, you can and should always, try-try again. A lesson you were always reminded of, all thanks to Heethan.

Authors note: Lol, sooooooo...yeah this original draft did have some smut....and i was going to take it out but it was too crucial for me to do so. I hope you dont mind that. But, this chapter was originally drafted, back a few months ago. I had this thought in my head, since I have only taken a few college courses, and am about to start back up on it, I was feeling so dreadful and felt too nervous about doing well. I want to succeed in reaching my educational goals....but what also kind of bugged me was....will i still find time to write? I love writing, truly do. Mainly because it brings other people joy and brings out their most inner feelings. I had so much on my mind that time that i had began drafting this, but as i was writing it, i left it unfinished bc honestly, when i drafted heethan's message.....literally its like his voice was telling me what to write....i felt better. like it was a nice little reminder....realistic...very rational....and honest...but still positive and holds truth. there's a lot of things we can't control, but we should never give up. Its okay to be scared and to worry, that's natural, and that is exactly why people such as myself are here, writing these chapters and stories for you all because i know that there is such a thing called 'life' and sometimes....we just need a break from it to refresh ourselves. I know you have alot on your plate, but dont worry because everything will be more than fine. We have to pace ourselves, work hard, but also rest, and play from time to time. Eat and drink well, and finish strong. finish college, work with your mother and teach her to work with you, if you dont get the job you really want, no big deal. no matter what job you get, if its one you dont want, nothing lasts forever. just think that whatever you do now, it is only making you more marketable for the dream goal you have. I hope you continue strong because while you do have alot on your plate, you've been slaying....you've been killing it! and that's a major accomplishment in itself, last of year of college? woohoo! finish strong!

So now i should apologize for responding with the longest post ever lol. but i really hope this makes you feel better. Reading your message had reminded me of this piece and i am so glad you sent it to me because....looking at it now...and actually finishing it......this was something that was meant to be published and shared. bc it holds an important message for all of us. <3

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[mooodyblue]

Hi I have a little E request where Elvis is little and he reads a magazine where it says he has a new girl or something and he gets mad and rips up the picture of him and the other girl when asked why he says because it’s not mommy

hope i didn't drag this one on too much, thank you for the request! enjoy! 🫶🏼

no! | little!60s!elvis x cg!reader

warnings: agere, little space, angst

wc: 691

masterlist

everything was going fine today. you were sat with elvis on the couch catching up on some reading while he did the same, reading a magazine he was on the cover of. "people really write some rubbish in these things..." he scoffed.

you glanced over at him then back at your book. "i don't know why you read those things. you say the same thing everytime you read them."

"well, i gotta know what they're sayin' about me. i'm curious."

you rolled your eyes and went back to your book. anytime you caught elvis reading the paper or a magazine with an article on him, it always ended with him angry at some rumor someone started about him. there was no way for you to hide the magazines either, he'd find his own way to get ahold of them whether you kept them from him or not.

elvis turned the page, eyes widening at the large photo of him and another woman with the headline 'ELVIS AND HIS NEW WOMAN!'. he felt his cheek get hot, his jaw clenching as he read the full article. "no...." he muttered. flipping the page again, there was another photo of him and the same woman, a costar from a movie he had recently worked with. "no! no! no!" he yelled.

you closed your book immediately and looked over at him, "what is it?" you braced yourself for another rant from elvis as always, but you could tell something was different this time.

he refused to hand you the magazine, eyes glued to the photo of him and his co-star. people loved to write about elvis and the many women he's been with in public, claiming that were dating or engaged. to the press, he was pretty much dating every single woman he ever came in contact with and it angered elvis to see them write about him in that way. it was far from the truth, he loved you and only you. you cared for him like nobody else could. whether it was being with him on set, letting him cry on your shoulder when things got overwhelming or taking care of him when he was in his headspace, you were always there for him.

"elvis, let me see the magazine." you asked nicely.

"no!" he gripped the magazine tightly, fists red as he refused to let go.

"elvis." you said again, but sternly. "hand me the magazine."

he shook his head, eyes getting cloudy as they welled up with tears. right as you finally got a good look at the photo, he tore the pages out and ripped them angrily, throwing the magazine against the wall. "it's not true! it's all trash!"

he'd gotten angry about a lot of things people say about him, but you'd never seen him so worked up about something as small as this. "elvis, honey. it's just another rumor! i know it's not true, you know that!"

"no!" he shouted. "t-thats not-!

"then what's got you so worked up? c'mon baby, talk to me." you said softly, holding his hands in your lap.

he looked at you, suddenly feeling smaller with a different look in his eyes. a look of vulnerability and sadness. "because it's not you." he sniffled. "that's n-not you-that's not my mommy."

you sighed and pulled him closer allowing him to snuggle up to you. "oh baby boy, it's okay." you rubbed his arm up and down softly. "you know how much mommy loves you. she loves you so much. she knows how much you care for her and how you don't want her to fall for those silly rumors. isn't that right, buntyn?"

elvis nodded, feeling himself fall deeper into his headspace. "buntyn thinks mommy's gonna leave. don't wanna be alone."

"sweetheart," you cupped his face. "mommy is never leaving you, ever. not today, not tomorrow and not in a million years. she doesn't care what silly piece of paper says, she's not leaving your side."

"still love me?"

you tapped his nose with the tip of your finger, smiling softly at him. "to the moon and back, baby. always."

[khaleesiofalicante]

Damn I feel like it's been forever for some reason lmao. Last week's hell is finally over and I get to relax this week! I'm going out with some friends on Friday and I've also cleared my phone and organized my notes!!! It feels so good😭 Now I have some thoughts about last chapter BECAUSE WOW

First of all fuck Mallory, I hate her and I will never get tired of saying this and I am now divided between wanting to read the next chapter so bad and dreading it with my whole being 🙂

My heart broke into a million pieces with the first part!!! Rafael's fear for Max is shown so damn well and Max's thoughts are messy and all over the place and the way you can see him moving in and out of reality is overwhelming!!

I kinda guessed the "why isn't he smiling?" part but fuck if it ripped my heart 😭😭

"Tears of grief" Max loving him so much he literally recognizes his tears and knows these ones too.... And saying he looks as if he is grieving something that was his everything, not knowing David was grieving him. Grieving them. The life they had built. Gone.

"I wanna see daddy" WHEN I TELL YOU I WAS SCREAMING INTERNALLY ON MY FLOOR!! When we first saw on the first chapters I was so confused and now that the dots connected I am in pain 😭. And you wrote that scene so beautifully, their pain and horror and how you see Max slowly losing himself because it's just too much. The pain is too much. Losing David, Lance's pain, his job, his home...

And the scene with Magnus!!! GOING TO MY FAVE COLLECTION 🥺. Also him giving the band to AJ later, because Magnus said he could give it to someone else when it hurt just a little bit less HOLY SHIT😭😭

I can go on a three hour analysis so Imma stop jdhdjdjkd. BUT THE PRESENT TOO JFC

Max's growth. That ends me everytime. Seeing how much he has changed and how he survived through all of this. Thinking of the was Alec told him how proud he is of Max because he made it. Not the way he planned. But he did it. He got so far, and that took so much strength but he still survived. Same Alec, same🥹

But also the fucking parallel:

"He was careful now (...) Just in case. Just in case he'll get his heart broken all over again."

///

Not without an explanation. Not without getting his heart broken into a million pieces one last time.

Then, just like everything else in life, things slowly got better. This whole fic is a prove of it and I can't even-

YES LANCE CALL HIS IDIOTIC SELF OUT!!! TELL HIM DAVID LOVES HIM MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF!!! I WILL NEVER GET TIRED IF HIS SASS BTW

You once said that tlnd was was about acceptance and healing, but IALS is about forgiveness, about learning to forgive the people we love, but mostly about learning to forgive ourselves (I have the receipts don't @ me) and this scene portrayed that so well. Even though Max knows it wasn't his fault he still blames himself. Because knowing is not the same as accepting it. As Max said, shit is hard to internalize.

THIS GOES TO MY TOP 10😭😭 LANCE AND MAX TALKING TO EACH OTHER IS EVERYTHING I KNEW I NEEDED FROM THE VERY START I AM SO EMOTIONAL!!! Also Lance and Max's detective skills together??? ✨ Iconic✨

Tell me how to love you as you want to be loved and I'll do it to give you the comfort and safety you deserve is something I'll never get tired of😭😭 istg I could go on a whole speech about this part because it's so true. Sometimes parents don't love us the way we want to be loved, but that doesn't mean there's no love there. It's just different of what we expect. And sometimes people go their whole lives not knowing of that love and that's just sad.

That is one unproblematic child,” Max noted. “Really doesn’t fit into this clusterfuck of a family.”

“I’m waiting for him to set Hollywood on fire,” Lance informed. “Don’t lose hope yet.”

HOLY SHIT I JUST REALIZED I'M THE ARTHUR OF MY FAMILY. WHAT DO I DO WITH THIS KNOWLEDGE???

I have so many feeling about that apartment and Harry and them but I will not unpack them bc this shit is already long enough 🙂

Their conversation. The way they've both changed so much. Talking about how they wished they were there for Lance and for each other. I was in TEARS

Everything of the last scene was *screams internally* David fucking pushing Max to the wall, stronger than hate. "He's scared of something". Fucking Mon ange, *what did Mallory do to you?"

I just want you to know I will combust into confetti or tears in the next chapter. Probably both...

Anyway this turned long and I better go. Take care and drink lots of tea!!!!

💙.💙.💙.

This made me so 😇😇😇😇 and gave me some motivation to write the next chapter 😭😭😭😭 Thank you 💚💚💚

This is Lance sleeping in Arthur’s room 🥰🥰🥰

[kathuku]

CHILDHOOD TRAUMA.

You know I never forgot one time,a kid from my school,who was also my friend,lost her jacket and somehow told the teacher that my jacket was hers.

I know, every person right now knows to simply defend themselves and say that the girl is lying But this girl was my friend I could not loose a friend.The teacher said that I should go,and give the girl 'her' jacket back.

When I went to my mother,and she was getting me ready,my mom and my aunt,who I loved because of what she gave me and forgot what also the words she said to me that never went away.That morning my mother helps me zip up my jacket.She tells me that I was a "Coiler"(a term used to refer to a coward or someone who lacks bravado to stick up to themselves).Like she knew how I felt,and that I needed help from my mother and instead I was just attacked.

I am 20 years right now and what she told me when I was five has stuck with me to date.The problem was not my "friend",it was me.It was my fault that I allowed this girl to take away my sweater.I was not taught how to stand up to myself.I was not taught what to do,but I always knew what not to do.

(I am balling my eyes out writing this tbh)

I never really deserved what I got but it's like I have built a wall against my parents for the longest time.And I did feel alone.But I got used to it.I did not tell any of my parents anything.Yes I had the first born independence.But every single time I had stuff to deal with or had to talk of a situation that needed me needing help I kept it to myself.

It's like I'm already grown up,but that one incident shifted my childhood.As minute as it was...I remember that till date.It makes me cry!Till now!!I don't even know how to deal with it,coz I feel like I should be done with it but it still sucks.It's something that I have not dealt with since I was young.And has had a ripple effect on how I handle things.

It is overwhelming!It is a lot .To know my inner child still grieves to date.And I have not helped her.But I want to.I wanna know how.And I will help her.But all in all,, let's say shadow work was good.It led me to my skeleton.

If you are an adult or young adult,just chill.Just take a break and know what has made you who you are do some shadow work and do your best to confront and heal the trauma.If you are a young parent.As bitter as you may be.Be careful who you let around your children.Make sure your counsel as you raise them,is up to par.Many souls and dreams die before they can even start living.Grow your child in love and in confidence.Its no doubt we have many teenagers and adults in therapy.The first question everytime."Tell me about yourself,how was your childhood".

We live somehow to make our inner child happy.Our inner child smiles and is alive in the presence of it's healing.Or it's thriving.In that case,money does not matter,looks don't matter.And it can get blinding too.Because with wounded inner children in all of us,we begin to think a little too emotionally.Easily manipulated,we fail yo see ourselves really.

I am alive so she can be alive too.

Make your child happy,let her feel loved and let her know love.Wounds never actually look like scars tbh!Heal!And get in touch with yourself.

~k~

[jasminesjournal]

Warning Below:

I’m doing a book review. That’s right folks. I write fanfiction AND book reviews. Buckle up and an fyi I HATE people having opinions about books they haven’t read so here’s a little trigger warning because HOLY SMOKES people get triggered over Colleen Hoover and it really ruins the enjoyment for someone who enjoys a book by her. I’m also not looking for a debate and I really loved this book so don’t ruin a nice post with negativity.

I swear to both your mother and mine if you’re hateful I’ll block you. I’m literally putting a warning on this post! So all negativity is unnecessary if you saw the warning and ignored it.

So if you don’t like Colleen Hoover or you’re known to make opinions based on purely what other people say without reading the book, this post isn’t for you. If your opinion starts with “I didn’t read it but…” then I don’t wanna hear it. The next thing to follow will most likely be an opinion built off of nothing but what someone else has said.

BE INDIVIDUALS PEOPLE.

Okay. Onward below the cut.

Book: It Ends with Us (book 1)

Author: Colleen Hoover

Started: May 2, 2024

Ended: April 19, 2024

Synopsis: Sometimes it is the one who loves you who hurts you the most.

Lily hasn’t always had it easy, but that’s never stopped her from working hard for the life she wants. She’s come a long way from the small town in Maine where she grew up — she graduated from college, moved to Boston, and started her own business. So when she feels a spark with a gorgeous neurosurgeon named Ryle Kincaid, everything in Lily’s life suddenly seems almost too good to be true.

Ryle is assertive, stubborn, maybe even a little arrogant. He’s also sensitive, brilliant, and has a total soft spot for Lily. And the way he looks in scrubs certainly doesn’t hurt. Lily can’t get him out of her head. But Ryle’s complete aversion to relationships is disturbing. Even as Lily finds herself becoming the exception to his “no dating” rule, she can’t help but wonder what made him that way in the first place.

As questions about her new relationship overwhelm her, so do thoughts of Atlas Corrigan — her first love and a link to the past she left behind. He was her kindred spirit, her protector. When Atlas suddenly reappears, everything Lily has built with Ryle is threatened.

Thoughts: “Colleen Hoover romanticizes abuse.” Really? I didn’t see that in this book. While this is the only book of hers that I’ve read (so far) I wondered where that was coming from. Everytime it happened in the book the mc met it with negative feelings. I don’t think it’s romanticizing something if it’s not being seeing as a good thing. In fact, things that are treated negatively are not being romanticized by someone.

Anyway, there’s a reason why I rated this book four stars instead of five even though I absolutely loved it. Because this is a review I want to give my best thought with I’ve spent so much time just ruminating and not writing any review. But, after many have asked me what it is I liked about this book, I think it’s time to not let the people wait any longer.

First off, I’m not saying Colleen Hoover is a good person. However, if it wasn’t her name on the cover the book probably wouldn’t be so controversial. Let’s be real, if the author was someone else then people wouldn’t attack it so much. Are there weird bits? Yea, that’s actually where my four stars came in instead of my five stars. I’d recommend it, but only for people who are interested in reading Colleen Hoover to build their own opinion other than listening to the masses. Like me! I actually started this book with the thought process of “I like it. It’s a guilty pleasure.”

Now I’m thinking, “I’m nearly 20, I’m an individual who wants to think for myself and build my own opinions on a book. I want to enjoy my life, if that means reading a controversial book that I like so be it. If anyone has a problem with that then it’s on them.”

So, that’s my view on this book.

The letters to Ellen? That was weird. The Atlas situation? That was weird. Though, I’d like to look at the situation both characters were in. Atlas was homeless, Lilly was alone. Both were alone. It’s not like Atlas ever hurt Lilly, in fact he was trying to protect her from both her father and Ryle. He wanted to keep her safe. Was it ideal what these two had when Lilly was a younger teenager and Atlas was a young adult nearly out of high school? No.

Would I encourage that an author not write something like this? Given the situation between the two characters, I wouldn’t. It’s not everyone’s cup of tea but I don’t mind it. If I’m reading a book and every situation and decision is something I agree with then I don’t want it. It’s boring.

I like a dose of reality in the books I read.

Will everyone agree with me on this review? No. I will say that if you haven’t read this book I kindly ask that you don’t share your opinion. Nothing irks me than opinions based around “well this person said” and “I heard.”

Continuing on with some more: there’s a lot of sex in this book. A lot of dirty talking when said activity is happening. Needless to say, if you don’t like spice in books this one isn’t for you and it is definitely not for children/teens.

[khodorkovskaya]

I wanna be someone who's really easy to talk to and that and to have conversations with etc but then I'm also like??? Idk I feel like I am easy to talk to because anyone can literally say anything to me and I'm not fussed I'm ready to converse, wanna talk about eggs? Go ahead that's eggcellant. Wanna chat shit about guys/girls? I'm all ears and will offer support and jokes. Wanna talk about dinosaurs? FUCK YES IM READY FOR THAT. Literally anything goes but I rarely have convos with people and I'm like??? Is it a bible I give off???

Also sometimes I feel like I'm the issue because I could literally message anyone all day about random shit and anything that happens during the day etc but a lot of people dont seem to like that?? And I'm like ok calm down dont overwhelm someone, and I'm like dont send messages if they're not wanted etc etc etc..... and if replies are slow etc I'm like ohhhh maybe they dont wanna talk or have all these messages a lot so something I dont message people if that makes sense??? And idk if that makes people thinkni dont wanna talk but I really really do

Anyway I think I've lost the trail of this point I'm making but basically I just wish I was good at making and having conversations etc and didnt feel awkward everytime I try to have them lmao

yeah i get what you're saying. idk about you but for me i feel like substance is a big issue when it comes to conversation. like if it's small talk or something silly, im really easy to talk to. but once there's more substance and the conversation is a little deeper, i just like never have anything to say. i think it's bc i spent most of my formative years just like not thinking or questioning myself. or at least not questioning myself on the topics normal people question themselves on. like the part of my brain that's supposed to produce independent thoughts is like severely underdeveloped idk.

like for example i love talking to my zurich friend because he always has some gossip going on, but then we get to a different topic and im like 😐. like the last time we talked he brought up death and i just like had no idea what to say and it was awkward. bc in small talk or dinosaur talk or whatever you can just nod and laugh. but when it comes to something serious likeee. so yeah i haven't messaged him since and it's been like 2 weeks at least.

and i feel like it's the same as like doing sports/after school activities as a kid. like i have hyperhidrosis and when i was a kid i was like super insecure about it cos things would always stick to my hands cos im sweaty all the time. so id just like not touch things and avoid doing any kinds of activities where i had to use my hands. and now as an adult im super clumsy. like i have no coordination when it comes to my hands, i can't open things, i can't hold things properly. and i think it's bc i didn't use my hands enough as a kid. however, my parents put me into music school when i was little so now as an adult im above average when it comes to like being in tune with things, hearing things other people don't hear, etc.

and conversation is the same way. like no one really forced me to think that much as a kid or a teen. so now im an adult with two braincells, you know? but it comes with practice. like ever since my breakup ive been forcing myself to think and it's been really great so far. ive made a lot of progress and im so much more aware of what's happening around me now. and it shows in conversation too! like now i actually have a couple of opinions, can you believe that?! im slowly starting to become an interesting person.

so back to what you're saying, finding people who are able to have conversations is already hard to begin with. like some people are just like how i was up until recently, no thoughts, head empty. and it's no use trying to start a conversation with them.

whereas in other cases, maybe you're just not that interesting to talk to. and that takes a lot of work to fix. i haven't figured it out myself yet, so i can't help you. but i think getting in touch with yourself and your values and your interests really helps.

and yeah sometimes people's vibes just like don't vibe with other people's. maybe you give off a strange vibe? again, no idea how to fix that. ive definitely had my fair share of weird stares when i come up to talk to people. it's probably like pheromones or something idk.

[usedtobeyours]

oh, well, here we go. super fucking weird dream

hey, hey, havent written in a while. will just let it out.

today has been a fucking good trip. i woke up overwhelmed by a fucking complete dream. been through therapy and work, and afterwork beer. has been alright, but dont wanna forget the dream.

it started with this fucked up reality where, three years later, i'd get my corona graduation. weird, if you think about how yesterday was the 15th of march, 2023. so, three years ago, i'd ve mastered miami ad.

imma try not to edit myself that much moving forward.

so, about that dream.

it started weird. graduating.

as i came into miami ad school - a whole new mas, and let me tell you, it was a different layout. not the entrance, in my dream at least.

i saw fucking tadeu schimdt. but i think we can overlook that. he was the desk person, checking in new graduates for the FUCKING ceremony that took three years to come.

in my dreams, it happened. good enough, i guess? okay, getting past my current big brother thing. i came in and the first person i saw was Shannon. She was sweet, and said hi, and handed me a plate of burger king food as it was a brand gift to all graduates.

i came in, and said hi to people. and by people i mean all the not right placely ones: bruna(s) from college, ursula, dilson (????wtf i hadnt thought about him in forever?). thats all i remember there. and then i went to the bathroom and they took my food away.

then i remember going back to shannon in a fast-food like counter with other employees. she put my plate back up in small, bite size burgers and salads. so many salads. this is important for therapy reasons.

then I go back to the cocktail party, and I remember being chatting with someone, and smoking a tabacco joint, and my mom coming by and seeing it with me. i remember saying: yup, you know i smoke this, but also...idk, traumatic repressive shit.

okay, i think at this point i woke up and tried to sleep again, so we went back to the dream.

at this point, i remember being at miami ad school, but a different location, a different class layout. and then i'm not sure of the order of this happening:

i met my godmom and for some reason she was taking some kind of losing weight drug that helped her (she was in class #3 after the mess). she had lost about 10 pounds and was about as mean as she ever was/though nothing towards me so I guess win?

i remember seeing bruno but he didn't see me. fitting. it was as if we're both in the waiting room to something and i'm trying to get his attention but nothing there.

there was a WEIRD class. i remember being in this class in an open room with other students (at least 20). nothing like mas, but also something that could only work there. we were having online class, with the teacher speaking on a headphone mic, but he was there. i dont remember specifically, but we had a PCD in class. what i do remember is the teacher being super specifically gross towards our fellow student, and us bringing it up to MAS direction and teachers and it being noticed. that would be a first, but still. I guess the way i remember is terrible and the way i feel about it everytime is bad enough, but no.

okay, moving on to step two of the fucking weird journal this dream was:

i guess three of those i spoke about in therapy. one not, because it's fuzzy and dreamy. like this dream should be:

i think isabelle came up at one point of the dream. cant be too sure. i think she was living in miami, and we were trying to find the nail salon together in the rain - or i think that was just me and she was a feature as a safespace in the dream.

i remember roaming in miami and waiting for the people i love (including dani) to finish their classes at MAS. at this point, as I was roaming, i remember: - this one weird lady coming up with a gun - not a gun, um fuzil - at this corner fashion shop at MAS. I think someone shot her back and I do think I got this from a videogame, but still. Weird. - this one homeless guy attacking me as i walked with one of my friends back to MAS, or through MIA. I called on the police on time, and they helped. - okay, not sure where this point of the dream falls in, but i think i was sitting in the middle of edgewater/wynwood with someone, and I left my backpack back. and I went on. a couple of meters ahead, someone said, go back and get it, and i did.

in my dream, miami could be either MAS or a videogame location. a scary place. maybe i shoudnt be watching last of us too much but yeah. i was either walking around and in danger or coming back home.

MAS was at a weird, soooo sicked up street. there were bars, a restaurant, a store, etc. oh gosh, there's so much in this dream...

[alyssatjuhhh]

Question for all of you, If you where really MC what would be your relationship with the characters?

Tw: bad relationship with food (nothing detailed)

Lucifer

First time seeing him I would be like: "Daddy? sorry, daddy?-" Can't lie alright.

It would probably start with a mutual roommate relationship.

Just like, "ok I guess I live with you now" kind of relationship.

I would think he's attractive but he's kinda mean so I would not have a crush or anything maybe later or something

I would probably follow the rules, because you know, it's litteraly his job to make sure I'm save, so I would probably listen to him.

Since I take alot of time to open up to people and he does too, it's gonna be like that for a while.

I think it's gonna change with alcohol.

We're going from: "dude I live with" to "Drinking buds"

And that turns into bonding over daddy issues. 😃👍

And that turns into: "Let me make fun of you, grandpa!"

I'm gonna make fun of him so much.

And he's gonna make fun of me so much.

It's going to be great.

Mammon

First time seeing him would be like: "Lucifer come get your child."

Oh... Mammon stans don't come for me.

I... Wouldn't like him in the beginning..

Why? Simple, him, Levi and Belphie remind me the most of my little brother.

CAN YOU IMAGINE???!

"finally done babysitting."

Mammom: *Breaths*

"never mind"

Don't worry my big sister instincts will kick in and I'll adopt Mammon before Simeon can finish the sentence: "what the Jezus was that?"

So I'll probably see Mammon as a little brother.

And I would sneak him out of the house, cover for him and stuff. (as long as he's safe)

But I would not give him money.

Nope nope noppedy nope nope.

My poor ass gets enxiety the way he handles money.

Levi

First impression would be like: "Damn this guy talks waaayyy to much, I wanna go to bed."

Same with Mammon at first I wouldn't like him, same reason.

But yes I would also adopt him.

Fun fact, obey me is the first anime something I really consumed so we can't bond on that.

I do like video games

I would discuss the entire fnaf time line with him.

And we would do a pokemon soul link nuzlock!

How can I not.

Anyway, I feel like I can just forget about my problems when I'm with Levi.

Like he would just talk the night away.

Also everytime he says something bad about him self

At first I would be like "no your not"

But after awhile I would just give him a light bonk on the head, as in shut up.

Satan

First reaction to be honest would just be like: He has a cool bowtie? I want a cool bowtie." 🥺

Sataaaan

this would be my first friend

No doubt

I also think he would try and kill me but I don't think I would notice tbh.

I'm very oblivious.

I think we would be fast friends because, I mean look at him

That's a face that says: I read fanfiction and I'm proud!

I think Satan would be the type of friend that after you got there trust would back you up. No. Matter. What.

I respect that

I also feel like he likes to hug/cuddle platonically.

I would love to go to cat Cafés with him.

I would introduce him to my 2 cats.

Also Satan is totally the Matpat of the Devildom

We would totally play fnaf with Levi and piece together the lore.

But his fashion sence is hideous, I would force him to change those colours.

Sorry Satan.

Satan, I would marry you platonically. 💚

Asmo

How can someone be cute and handsome at the same time that mother fu-

The only reason why Satan and I would be faster friends is the fact that Asmo would kinda overwhelm me.

Listen I'm an introvert, talking to people exhaust me.

I think he would be feel like a sugar rush to me, kinda, if that makes sense? 🤔

I would like him

We would thirst over men and woman together (I'm bi, bi-theway)

Also we would react to anti-gay content together, to make fun of it of course.

Oh oh! We would totally go to pride together!

Asmo and I would be good friends just not everyday please.

Beel

He's hungry give him a snack >:(

To be honest, the only reason why we would not get along at first is that my relation with food is not... The best.

And I feel like everytime he says "I'm hungry" could be a little bit triggering for me (I mean even in the game it kinda was lol not THAT bad or anything)

But it would not be so bad that I would not be his friend.

I think we would have a Rocky start but we would get close.

Adoption number 3

If anyone DARED to mess with Beel I would go up to them and-

Tell Lucifer about it. Listen I love Beel but I know damn well that I can't fight a demon.

Also when I heard that Raphael used to be mean to Beel back in the celestial days.

Oof-

Let's just say that the avatar of wrath got a nice dinner that day.

Belphie

Well hello there, Mr. Voice.

I would not trust Belphie because like I said, I would trust Lucifer.

But I would probably just ask Lucifer about it (like I said I'm a very oblivious bitch) but considering that I would be dead then let's just say I did the whole pacts and lilith thing.

I would forgive Belphie pretty quick

But I would aslo never let him forget it.

"Can you give me my pillow."

"No."

"It's litteraly laying next to you."

"Just like my corpse was laying next to you. You know... When you KILLED me." (I'm petty, I know okay)

This would probably be another adoption.

I'm lazy he's lazy, we just GET each other

I wouldn't mind cuddling him to sleep

I would think he's a brat

He wouldn't care

And we would be perfectly happy with that kind of relationship. 👍

Diavolo

Holy shit he tall-

(btw, I'm Dutch and I'm gonna tell you that I thought that 6 feet tall meant like 2 meters but it's not wtf 6 feet tall is like average here. So I'm just gonna add 1 feet to all the characters cannon height except Luke, fight me. So Diavolo would be 7.3 I think 🥵)

Oh, we would be buds!

I think I would be hesitant at first because of Lucifer telling me to respect him and bla bla bla-

It depends on him on how close we get.

Like of he tells me to call him Diavolo I would, because fuck what other people think.

Let the man live his life!

I would definitely call him Dia or D, at first to just piss off Lucifer (ones we got to the, let me make fun of you- relationship)

But if it makes him happy, I'll keep calling him that.

We would have a brother, sister relationship

I think he's the only one of all the characters that would feel like the older brother to me tbh

Who knows maybe I can get adopted by his dad?

Speaking of Dads 😃

Bonding over Daddy issues part 2-

We would have so many sleep overs that barbatos would just not let me in lol.

Anyway, we would be chill, I would feel safe with him.

Barbatos

Sebastian that's you?

I would not even notice him at first lol

He's just kinda in the background when we meet everyone you know.

I think it would be after the first interaction/conversation that I would develop maybe a tinyyyy crush on him..

But I would also kinda be scared of him?

Maybe I just want to do the nasty with him tbh

I don't know

I think barbatos would kinda get annoyed at me lol

😃😀😀😅😅😅😭😭😭

Every time I talk to Dia he would glare at me lol

I think I would enjoy helping him with cooking and stuff

I don't think he would enjoy me helping him tho

But it's alright because I would probably not even notice lol

You know those ship scenarios?

Us would definitely be without a doubt, affectionate fool x hates them but secretly enjoys the affection.

I'll let you guess which one is which.

I think when people ask: "what are you?" we would respond with:

We're "friends."

But we are actually friends.

Simeon

What the fuck, how? - I? - Daddy?-

First crush, no doubt about it.

Have you looked at this man?!

It's as if he was made by God himself-

I don't think the crush would go anywhere, but I would definitely have one lol.

Simeon and I would be close.

But not that close because of that damn crush.

Anyway after the crush dissappeares.

We would be good friends.

I feel like Simeon, Satan and I would work on all the group projects together lol.

I would sleep over alot because I need a break from the brothers lol.

I would have him in my D.D.D as Baby Daddy

Because of Luke...

Not because of other things...

If Luke and I are walking in the human world and someone ask me: "is this you're son?"

I would say yes, and then Simeon would call me and I would say: "oh, look, the father is calling."

We're Luke's parents now, I don't make the rules.

In short, we would be good friends but I would still have little crush on him lol.

Speaking of crush, if I knew what happened to Lilith I would never tell him.

Not that I would in the first place.

But it's kinda like the thing that breaks my crush on him. Sad but whatever.

Luke

Uhm... Who left their child in hell?

I would immediately feel the need to protect Luke

Like as if he's my responsibility

Simeon will be like: "He's not." and I would be like: "but now he is!"

The final adoption!!!!

Luke would probably not like the baby-ing in the first place

But I would not care.

Tbh I'm a cool mom and Luke can do whatever he wants as long as he's safe.

Wait Luke can bake?

Barbatos can bake?

Ah! Connection!

I would encourage Luke to go bake with Barbatos.

And just like that Luke got 2 dad's and 1 mom.

Tbh I think Luke would try and get Simeon and me together lol

He would probably ask barbatos for help.

And if it wouldn't work he would try to get me with Barbatos lol.

Luke would want me to live with him instead of with the brothers.

I love my son! 😭

Solomon

Look it's Harry Potter!

Oh.. A human..Ew

Just kidding

Not really

Sorcerer?!

Now that cool

Can I do that!? 😀

No? Oh... 🥺

We would be CHAOS together

Like it's so bad that they don't let us sit together on road trips.

Or in class

They would never let us sit together tbh

We make fun of each other so much!

But it's more like kinda insulting lol

"Look it's a painting of me in 1812! Damn I look good."

"You're old, we get it!"

I feel like Solomon, Asmo and me would go out together.

You might think that Solomon would be a bad influence butttttt-

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, yes trust me"

"Okay"

*explosion*

Lucifer: "MAMMMOON!"

So that's what I think would happen if I was Mc and yes I didn't really include any romance because it feels a bit awkward.

[mahalshairyballs]

Other long little scenes for y'all. This time related to the boys' different attachment problems.

Attachment with the Moon Boys (+ Steven centric parts of a fic)

The Essay Part

Steven is insecure and emotionally dependent.

He's never had a partner before, so from the start he doesn't really know how to relationship. Soon the system realizes that Steven isn't the 'good one' with 'no issues' if it wasn't obvious enough already.

Both Marc and Steven are *very* insecure about other people's attachment and love for them. Marc keeps it in, while Steven can't keep it in. He's an open book, which means he's a ball of anxiety in a relationship.

Both Marc and Steven are unable to believe someone when they say they love them, and while Marc is mostly fatalistic about it (and self-destructive) Steven constantly needs reassurance that the person really loves him. So Steven is as self-destructive as Marc is, but in a totally different way.

And Jake? Jake can't even understand it, can't understand that someone loves him. Nobody ever said those words to him until now. So it's better to keep going without even acknowledging other people's feelings for him. That's why he's overwhelmed when someone says 'I love you' to him. When that happens, he switches to Steven or Marc - whoever is available. He just can't warp his head around it, doesn't know how to react to it.

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Back to Steven.

So Steven is the kind of insecure that can get annoying fast. His emotional dependence shows its head pretty quickly after he starts dating Layla too. Layla liked Steven a lot, so she put up with it, even finding it adorable at the start of their relationship.

After some time though, the novelty was gone. And having someone who follows you like a shadow, doesn't want to do anything without you being involved, always search for your approval. Someone who has their entire world literally revolving around you, where they're at your beck and call, doing everything you want, running to help you, doing way too much for you and not thinking about themselves. Someone who always asks you hundreds of questions every time you go out (not in an accusatory way but in a 'I wanna know about everything of your life away from me' way) and thinks you're going to leave them everytime you're talking to someone else (again not in a possessive way but in a 'everyone is better than me' way). It gets pretty exhausting after awhile.

And Layla, who was used to Marc who didn't and doesn't do any of that, gets pretty tired of not having any independence when Steven is around.

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Fic Part(s)

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Layla still liked Steven a lot, and romantic feelings towards Steven were budding within her, but that kind of behavior was now putting a pretty heavy break on those emotions from growing any further.

She started to tell him obliquely that she needed more space, needed to breathe more. Steven being neuroatypical didn't always pick up on clues like these.

Layla usually had no difficulty being direct, she was however worried that telling Steven directly what the problems were would make him even more insecure and anxious.

If she still wanted to like him and keep their relationship however, she had no choice but to sit him down and tell him directly. She only needed to use velvet gloves to do so.

Layla : 'Steven, do you have a minute? I have a few things to tell you.'

Steven, sweating : 'hm yes'

Layla : 'Don't worry it's nothing big - well it is important but it's nothing bad or anything'

Steven nodded, his nervousness not abating.

They sat somewhere in their apartment, Layla facing him, close to him.

Layla : 'You're an amazing boyfriend. You're so dedicated and sweet and fun, I really like spending time with you.'

Steven : '...but ?'

Layla : 'I'm getting there. I only want you to really get what I'm feeling about you first, do you get that ?'

Steven : 'I...that's not...you find me annoying though, right ?'

Layla : 'This is not what I said, focus on what I said. What did I say ? No buts.'

Steven: 'That you like me ?'

Layla : 'Yes. A lot. Do you get that ?'

Steven : 'I get it but-'

Layla : 'good', she interrupted, 'I think our relationship is going well, there's ways it could go even better. Do you want know them ?'

Steven : 'I....'

Layla : 'They're things you can do, maybe some will be hard for you but I'll help you with them. It's not about who you are.'

Steven : '...Okay yes I want to know what I can do'

Layla : 'Good. Great', she squeezed his hands reassuringly, 'I'm used to...sometimes I like to do things on my own, you know? We don't have to do everything together when you're here. It's good to have some time to ourselves so the times we spend together feel even better.'

Steven : 'Of course, yes. I get that. You've told me, you've told me before you needed more space and that's what I'm doing.'

Layla : 'You're doing it ?' She tried not to sound too surprised.

Steven : 'Yes! I'm working hard on giving you more space.'

Layla : 'Oh'

Steven : 'You didn't see it ?'

Layla : 'No, no! I have!' She lied, 'It's just... maybe I could give you some tips so it'd be easier for you ?'

Steven : 'Okay'

Layla : '- like we don't always need to touch or talk, we can be in each other's company without interacting all the time. It's still good. And I don't always need help, if I do I'll ask okay ? Hey, it doesn't hurt to be selfish sometimes. I don't need to always be your priority. I won't get mad or dislike you for it.'

Steven : 'But you are my priority! I don't want it any different, and even if I wanted - your happiness is everything to me.'

Layla : 'If anyone should be your priority number 1 besides yourself- shouldn't it be Marc ?'

Steven : 'Uh, yeah he should. I mean he is, but...it's not the same, our relationship.'

Layla : 'Maybe you should treat me the same then ? You know, my happiness...I'd be happier knowing that you have other things in your life, that you put your own happiness first. Maybe it'd even help you being less anxious. You had things you loved, things you prioritized before we met right? I know you did.'

Steven : 'I did, I still do, but we have the same interests, I don't see why we couldn't do them together.'

Layla : 'We can still share our interests and do some of it together! But not all of it. Like reading, that's a pretty individual activity.'

Steven: 'Yeah....I've been interrupting your work a lot didn't I ? I'm so sorry.'

Layla gave him an half smile : 'Don't apologize, just try to not do it as much, can you do that ?'

Steven nodded : 'I can.'

Layla: 'And hey why don't you find another job in egyptology or archeology, you loved your last job didn't you ?'

Steven: 'I...I did. That's all I could get, really. I don't have any formal training in those fields, so I can't get any of the jobs I'd really love.'

Layla: 'You're passionate and you're very well read, you don't need formal training in those fields, you only need to show what you can do! I have connections remember? I'll help you find something!'

Steven : 'Really ?'

Layla : 'Yes! Of course! Let me do things for you too!'

Steven : 'Thank you!' He said emphatically. If she could find him a job in egyptology- if he could go back out there and be able to learn more, or teach, he'd be forever grateful.

Layla : 'I understand how difficult it can be to just trust what people say, what I say -'

Steven : 'I trust you !' He protested.

Layla : 'You do, but do you trust what I say about you ? What I tell you when I say how much I care about you ?'

Steven : 'I- no, I don't.' He said, eyes rounding in surprise at his own words. He'd never contemplated that idea long enough to know, and now he was facing it. She was right. He didn't believe her. 'It's not that I don't want to, it's -'

Layla: 'It's difficult to do, I know.' she said, her voice soft.

Steven : 'I don't even know why I don't !'

Why didn't he believe her, why was he so insecure? Was it only because he was inexperienced with love ? Or did their traumas not skip him as completely as they thought?

Layla : 'I don't think Marc believes me either'

Steven : 'he doesn't', he admitted. Maybe he shouldn't have said that, but it felt - appropriate, at that moment.

Layla : 'He never said it, but it's not hard to guess. Even with him, it shows. You're not as dissimilar as you think. As much as I wish I could change both your minds, as much as I am honest when I say it, I can't do much more to show you my love.'

Steven : 'I don't want you to believe that I don't appreciate everything you do for me, for us. I truly do! And I'm convinced he does too. It's just - those thoughts are hard to keep out for very long.'

Layla gave a reassuring smile : 'maybe you could help each other there ?' She paused, then said, 'Whenever I tell you a compliment or my feelings toward you, you'll have to trust me on it. You'll have to trust that if anything is wrong I'm gonna tell you, like I did today. And it's not because something needs to be fixed that I don't like or want you anymore okay ? You know I'm good at speaking my mind, it's no different here.'

Steven : 'I understand that, my feelings are another story. I didn't see it as not trusting you, it sounds like I'm - I'm not trying to disrespect you, I'm just -'

Layla: 'I know', she said softly, trying again to sound reassuring, 'that's not your intentions. I don't feel hurt by it, but I do feel - like I have to carry your feelings, if you get what I mean ?'

Steven : 'I think I do. I want to do everything you asked, I want to change. It's obvious that I - that how I've been behaving isn't making you happy...but I don't know if I'll be able to, I don't know if I can.'

Layla : 'It hasn't made me unhappy, not yet. That's why we're having this conversation, better safe than sorry right?'

Steven nodded

Layla: 'And I'm not asking you to change all that overnight, I only want you to give it your best try okay ? And I'll help. And you know, we've talked about a therapist before and...'

Steven : 'Yeah I'll, I'll get one. At least for me. I don't care what the others think about it at this point. We need a therapist. And if it's only me who uses the services, then so be it.'

Layla : 'It's gonna be beneficial I'm sure. You'll have someone to share your fears with.'

Steven : 'Even if I get help though, I'm not sure I'll be able to do everything you asked.'

Layla : 'Let's just take it one day at a time.'

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**Later that day in their innerspace**

Steven told Marc about his conversation with Layla. Marc had some good advices to give, and some not-so-good ones, like :

Marc 'Do like me.'

Steven 'Repress my feelings ? I'm not able to do that !'

Marc 'No, not repress but... just don't- bring those things up with her. I got around the idea, well, I know she's gonna leave me. That's for sure. So, I try not to do anything to accelerate the process - well usually ...'

Steven : 'And talking about it would?'

Marc : 'Yeah, and...I have to - she wants me to open up more. Why I didn't before...it's not just that I'm not able to do it, it's that...that'd be something that would accelerate the process. If she...if she knew, everything that I've done, everything that I am, she'd see me for the monster I am.'

Steven : 'You're not a monster !'

Marc : 'Steven, you said it yourself'

Steven : 'I never said you were a monster !'

Marc : 'You didn't need to say the word, but you thought it didn't you? When you learned that I've...killed -'

Steven : 'I didn't know you back then, we've talked about this. And yes, you killed people, but you didn't kill any innocent, and you didn't take any pleasure in it. Is it still bad that you did those things ? Yes. But does it make you a monster ? No.'

Marc : '...'

Steven : 'She doesn't see you as a monster and she never will. Will she leave us? That I don't know, but I'm sure of one thing: she doesn't see you as a monster and neither do I.'

Marc : 'I really thought that would be it, after she learned what I did, that I let her father die, that I was responsible for -'

Steven : 'You couldn't have known he'd change his mind about killing those hostages'

Marc : 'Steven, it's Bushman, if you knew him...I knew what I was getting myself into I was just so damn stupid'

Steven : 'Marc...'

Steven closed the small distance between them and took him into his arms.

Steven, his head next to Marc's, said slowly : 'I'm going to get us a therapist'

Marc moved, as if he wanted to protest. Steven didn't give him the chance.

Steven : 'If you don't want to talk to them then don't. I don't care what you and Jake decide to do. I need it. I know you do too, but it's your choice.'

Marc : 'Okay '

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**A few days later.**

It's Steven's turn to front again. He wanted to show Layla he could do it, be chill, not too clingy, not too insecure. Yes, he could do it.

Layla was still sleeping. He should keep himself busy, away from their bedroom. Yes. Why not finish one of the books he's started ?

An hour and 15 minutes later, Layla came down to the kitchen.

Layla : 'hi!'

Steven : 'Hello...Good - Good Morning!' Yes that's it, just a 'Good morning' nothing more.

He was seating in an armchair. He saw her move in the kitchen but the chair wasn't facing where she was. It's okay, he thought. He didn't have to fully see her, she was only getting breakfast. He should keep going on his reading and let her do her morning routine, yes.

For the next three hours, he felt her comings and goings in the apartment. He managed to not have more than a fifteen minute conversation with her. He would have congratulated himself if he'd been able to concentrate. He hadn't progressed in his reading at all, listening to the sounds she made in the apartment, resisting the urge to go see what she was doing, or talk to her or - she was busy. He was too. Or should be.

He felt her getting close to him.

Layla : 'How's it going ?'

Steven : 'Good, good, yes, good.' He replied, not able to hide his nervousness.

She rested her head against his.

Layla : 'What are you reading?'

Steven : 'oh it's hum Search for the Tomb of Osiris'

Layla : 'How is it ?'

Steven : 'oh it's, it's good ! Interesting yes! I - I haven't read much further than hum', he looked down at the book. The bookmark of the previous day had barely moved.

Layla took a few steps to stand in front of him, then crouched down to look at him, her brow furrowed.

Layla : 'You're sure you're OK?'

Steven : 'I- I am!'

Layla : 'So you haven't been staring at that page for an hour ?'

Steven : 'I- maybe. I promise I'm good- I'll be good, as you said it's a work in progress and I'm working on it !'

Layla : 'Okay I believe you'

She stood up and kissed his temple.

Layla : 'You're doing great.'

A small flutter of joy calmed his anxiety for a few seconds.

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Layla came back in the living room half an hour later, putting a coat on.

Layla : 'I'm going out, I'll be back early evening. Will you still be there ?'

Steven jumped up. No no sit back down, sit back down.

Steven: 'Oh uh...you're going ?'

Don't say can I come with you, it's fine.

Layla : 'Yes, it's for work.'

Steven : '...cool'

She smiled fondly at him. He'd never said 'cool' before.

She asked if you'll be there when she'll be back, his thoughts reminded him. That meant 'will you still be fronting'.

Steven : 'oh and hum yes, I'll still be here tonight!'

Layla : 'Good, we could maybe watch something together when I'm back ?'

Steven : 'Yes! I mean...sure...why not?'

Her smile widened.

Layla : 'You're doing great', she said again, 'I won't be long.'

She kissed him on the cheek.

And with that, she walked to the door and left the apartment. Leaving him alone. With his thoughts.

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** Around 5 PM the same day**

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Layla : 'hi I'm back'

She heard a British voice respond : 'hey Layla !'

His speech was still hesitant, like he was measuring his words. He was really making a lot of efforts. She hoped it'd get easier for him with time.

She took her coat off. There was a delicious smell coming out of the kitchen. And a lingering smell of...cigarette. She swore she heard Steven's voice in the kitchen, maybe Jake had come by too while she was gone ?

Layla : 'Did Jake front today ?'

Steven : 'Oh, yes, only for a couple hours.'

So he did. She didn't know why he would have, it was Steven's day. Maybe it wasn't too important and she didn't need to ask.

She walked towards the kitchen.

Layla : 'How was your da - oh'

Steven was standing at the counter. The table was set, with what looked like a three course meal already ready to be eaten.

Steven, gesturing vaguely at what was on the table : 'I didn't do this for you, hum, I've finished my research on Osiris' tomb and I felt like cooking, for myself. Of course.'

Layla: 'And it just happened that your dinner was ready right when I came back ? And that you had enough for two ?', she said playfully.

Steven : 'Yes, a happy coincidence isn't it?' He responded with a similar tone.

Layla : 'Lucky me.'

She made her way to the refrigerator and opened it. The refrigerator was filled with Tupperware, freshly cooked food in each.

Layla : 'Wow, and what about all this ?'

Steven : 'oh, they're all for me too! It's for next week.'

Layla : 'You really felt like cooking today didn't you.'

Steven : 'I had nothing else to do so why not?' He tried for a nonchalant tone but didn't quite manage it.

Layla took one of the food containers out of the refrigerator.

Layla : 'Even this ?' She said, showing the plastic box with her favorite meal in it.

Steven : 'Of course it's for me. I've grown to like it. So don't touch.'

Layla: 'Hu-uh. So I can only take the leftovers if there's any left ?'

Steven : 'Exactly'

Layla : 'And if I were to - steal some of it ?'

Steven : 'You can try !' He said in fake defiance.

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**A few weeks later**

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Layla was reading quietly on the couch, legs against her chest.

Steven : 'Can I sit with you? Only for reading, of course.'

Layla looked up and gave him a beaming smile, patting the spot next to her on the couch : 'Come !'

Steven made sure to sit at the opposite end, mirroring her position, to leave a wide space between them.

They read in silence for a moment. He moved while they were both reading. His hand laid beside him on the couch without him realizing he'd put it there. He felt her hand squeeze his. He looked up in her direction. She just smiled in response. Her hand was still holding his. He could keep it there. They could hold hands while reading. He only had to get back to his book. She had. But he couldn't take his eyes away. She was so beautiful. The dim evening light coming from the nearest window made the side of her face shine, illuminating her freckles, her hair cascading on her shoulder.

Steven opened his mouth, he wanted to tell her again how much he loved her, how she was everything he could've ever asked for in a partner, how he'd do anything for her.

She turned her head towards him.

Layla : 'Yes ?'

Steven : 'I - uh - nothing.'

Layla : 'Nothing ?'

Steven : 'I've already told you this morning so I won't say it again today.'

She gave him her typical small but warm smile. Her finger caressing the top of his hand.

He needed to go back to reading.

He finally managed to turn his head back to his book.

Layla : 'I love you.'

Steven's head jerked back up.

Layla : 'I didn't say it today.' She had teasing sparkles in her eyes.

Steven : 'You are totally right.' He gave an exaggerated nod, smiling back at her.

This was a perfect evening.

[gingersnaaps]

too much of a good thing

he's so sweet, so kind, so dumb - is bokuto really capable of anything besides the best intentions?

wc: ~2.7k

tags/tw's(PLEASE READ): explicit n*fw, dubcon sex to noncon creampie, manipulation, lovebombing and then neglect, overstimulation, cunnilingus, fingering, penetration, a lil angst, timeskip!bokuto, fem!reader with inner genitals

i don’t want minors interacting with my content

Being subtle was never really Bokuto’s thing, not even in the beginning.

In some ways, you suppose that you’re lucky - that you’re better off than your friends who you would always hear complaining, muttering about boys who didn't like to commit, didn’t like labels, who didn’t like texting first or buying gifts or putting in any effort at all.

Barely a week into your relationship, you come home from work with your head dizzy and feet aching from exhaustion, and discover a dozen bouquets of roses on your doorstep. Crimson petals are littered everywhere, strewn against the grey concrete of the steps, and although you feel your neck and face heating up with embarrassment at the grand gesture, you can’t suppress the smile that tugs at the corner of your lips.

He really was so sweet. Who cares if he wasn’t exactly shy about expressing it?

None of the other guys you’ve dated before had sent you good morning texts quite like his, filled with exclamation points and emojis, and none of them had tried nearly as hard as Bokuto does with his breathy, eager i love you’s, his frequent hugs whenever he gets the chance to see you, or even his phone calls that come twice, three times, even four times in the middle of the day.

But the more days that pass by, the more intense it gets.

He picks you up after work all the time, cupping your face in his hands, eyes gleaming almost unnaturally bright. “I love you,” he’ll whisper. “You’re so wonderful, baby. You’re perfect. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you.”

You can’t help but think that these are the sort of words that come months into a relationship, if not years, but… there’s nothing really wrong with what he’s doing, is there? There’s no reason you should be uneasy, no indication of even the slightest hint of trouble on his part.

You’re probably just paranoid.

Bokuto doesn’t stop at words, though - he earns a good sum of money from his job playing professional volleyball, and he’s never hesitant to use it on you. A week after he leaves you the roses, he asks you out on a date to a restaurant you know is ridiculously expensive, and the uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach grows as you scroll through pictures of the establishment on Google Images.

“I don’t think I can afford it, Bo,” you tell him, voice hesitant and crackly over the phone. “If we go, I won’t be able to pay my share.”

“So?”

It’s just a word, but the implication isn’t lost on you. And if he’s fine with paying for you, if he’s okay with the hundreds of dollars you’ll be owing him, well - there’s no good reason to turn him down, right?

During the date, you talk with him as you spoon bites of delicate food into your mouth. The restaurant is too lavish, the plush velvet carpeting and crystal chandeliers almost a parody of luxury. You’re pretty sure the utensils are half the price of your rent.

He leans over in the middle of the meal, expression suddenly serious. “You’re enjoying this, right?” he asks.

“I am. I’m kinda lucky, aren’t I? Being spoiled like this.”

“Yeah,” he replies, his grin so bright it could rival the sun. “You really are.”

And suddenly - just for a moment - you catch a glimpse of something slightly off about his whole expression, as if it was a mask waiting to be ripped off to reveal something much, much different underneath, but the fleeting moment is gone so quickly you convince yourself that it’s just your eyes playing tricks on you.

Bokuto has been nothing if not perfect, after all. If you’re uneasy, it’s probably just because you aren’t used to being treated like this, aren’t used to someone that lavishes you with constant gifts and praise and displays of affection like he does. On the way back in the taxi, he whispers everything he loves about you softly in your ear, his arm snaking around your waist as his thumb rubs tender circles into your skin. His body is pressed so close to yours, his breath gently tickling your ear, warmth radiating out from his firm, muscled body.

He’s so good to you.

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It doesn’t last forever.

Bokuto’s affection dries up slowly, but his presence has been such a constant in your life that it’s impossible for you not to notice.

Some mornings, you find yourself waking up to a hollow feeling in your chest as you check your message notifications and find nothing - no late night rants, no funny pictures, no enthusiastic, joyful good morning texts. During the day, the silence now stretches on for hours too long, uncomfortably empty and devoid of the persistent calls that you used to get every single hour.

When he does see you, he’s remarkably reserved - eyes always downcast, fingers fidgeting incessantly, clearly disinterested in what you’re doing, what you’re saying - in fact, disinterested in all of you.

Maybe he’s just busy with volleyball, you rationalize, but your stomach churns with anxiety and deep down, you know that something’s changed.

You try and ignore the dull ache inside of you that seems to follow you around wherever you go, a little voice inside your head constantly reminding you of what Bokuto used to do. Two months ago, he would’ve picked you up. He would’ve sent you flowers today. He would’ve taken you out to eat.

It builds up slowly and steadily, a crescendo of pain that grows in volume the longer he’s gone, like a tidal wave of confusion and hurt that swirls around inside you - until one day, you’re sitting by yourself in the car, sobbing quietly in the cramped darkness.

At least he doesn’t turn you away when you show up on his doorstep.

Your eyes are rimmed with red, streaks of eye makeup running down your face as a frown twists at his features. “Please, Bo,” you whisper. “Let me make it up to you.”

And you’re not exactly sure what you did, but you want to fix it, want him back in your life, want to wake up to his smiles and his laughter and his incessant, boundless energy, and you know you’re willing to do anything to get that back.

“Really?” he asks, eyes glimmering faintly with hope.

You nod almost imperceptibly, about to reply yes, yes, want you back so bad, when he grabs your waist with his hands and pulls you in for a kiss so passionate it borders on harsh. It’s a whirlwind of teeth and tongue, a mix of sucking and licking and biting that leaves you gasping for breath, your red lips swollen and slick with spit.

He pulls you inside, his hands roaming all over your body, groping and squeezing at your supple flesh, goosebumps running down your spine as he brings a hand up to brush against your nipple. For the first time in weeks, you see excitement on his face, and his voice trembles as he leans close in. “Let me take care of you,” he says. “Wanna make you feel good.”

And even though there’s apprehension crawling under your skin at his sudden mood swing, you’re so, so glad this version of Bokuto is back that you brush off that hesitation, the mixture of happiness and anticipation overwhelming every single thought in your mind.

As his fingertips graze the soft skin of your torso, his hands - so much larger than yours - maneuver your body around with such ease and grace that you barely notice when you end up on his couch, legs spread wide open as he looks up from between your thighs hungrily. “I - fuck, I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he says, out of breath, eyes running over the swollen outline of your cunt.

You whimper softly as his nose brushes up against your clit, his piercing, golden eyes still gazing intently up at you.

He doesn’t waste any of his time teasing you, his flat of his tongue sliding up along your slit with the perfect amount of pressure to leave you squirming. It’s almost as if he knows exactly where to lick and suck, eagerly pressing his tongue up against your clit in insistent circles, lapping at your dripping pussy until your juices are running down his chin. He’s so eager in between your legs, and everytime he finds a spot that makes your legs tremble needily, he gives it so much attention that you already start to feel that wave of pleasure building in your core.

“Don’t stop,” you pant, your hands sliding into his hair as your hips thrust upwards. “Please.”

Bokuto doesn’t need you to tell him that. Shouldn’t have wasted your breath, he thinks idly, diving in and eating you out with renewed vigor.

When his tongue glides around your spasming cunt and dips in briefly, you can’t stop the moan that tumbles from your lips. His tongue is so stupidly long and flexible, sliding inside and licking at your sensitive walls, curling up and brushing against your g-spot until you start to shudder and tremble under him.

You cum embarrassingly quick, your hips jerking and stuttering wildly as he finishes you off. He fucks you through your orgasm, sucking gently at your clit until the border between pain and pleasure starts to blur and you’re moaning so loudly he thinks the neighbors will have complaints for him the next morning.

“Feel good, baby?” he asks, voice sending vibrations through your pussy.

“Yeah,” you mumble.

“How about another?”

Your eyes widen. “W-what?”

“I think you can handle it, right?” a huge grin splits his face as he spreads your pussy apart with two fingers, looking at your swollen, spent cunt. He barely gives your chance to respond before he trails his fingers against your lips, fingers teasing in and out of your slick entrance.

This time, Bokuto uses his hands to stretch you out, inserting his digits one by one until three of his thick, long fingers are nestled inside of your pussy. He thrusts them languidly in and out, his fingertips caressing your nerves until you’re tense and wound up for him again.

“Come on,” he encourages. “You can take it.”

Your brain is hazy from the stimulation, barely registering anything but pleasure as his fingers search and probe like they have some sort of job to do. You feel damp with heat and moisture, the pulsing, burning need in between your legs insistent and demanding.

“Almost there,” he breathes, voice raspy with arousal. A fourth finger brushes up against your lips, and the thought of more stretch, more stimulation, more pleasure, has you clenching desperately against the ones that your cunt is already spread out on.

You sob, your body strung out and wrecked, suspended on the tipping point of another orgasm.

As you cum again, the feeling of relief - white-hot and blinding - rips along your core. You’re not sure you’ve experienced anything quite so intense before, and as you look down at him, hands still manipulating your cunt so expertly, you don’t know if he has the intention of stopping anytime soon.

He stands up and your eyes drift to his cock, flushed purple and almost painfully hard, dripping with precum. His hand strokes along his shaft, soft curses muttered under his breath, but he opens them wide again and looks down at you sadly. “I’m so sorry,” he says, voice pleading. “I don’t have any condoms.”

Bokuto sounds so genuine, his tone kind and filled with regret, and guilt begins to sting at your conscience. He’s made you feel so fucking good, given you the best orgasms of your life - is it really fair if you leave him wanting and unsatisfied?

You’re fucked halfway out of your mind when you answer, eyes still fixated on his cock, head swimming with thoughts of how much you want to please him.

“It’s fine,” you say, your words slurred and hesitant. “You can.. you can use me. Use my pussy to get you off. Jus’ pull out at the end.”

Ecstasy flashes across his face, and he looks down eagerly. “Fuck, babe. You’re so perfect. I love you.”

You hadn’t heard those words for weeks.

His strong arms pick you up easily, maneuvering you around until he’s the one sitting on the couch and your cunt is positioned right over his dick. His hands grip tightly at your waist, fingertips pressing so insistently that you’re sure you’ll wake up the next morning with bruises dotting your skin. He lowers you down slowly, carefully, groaning as he fills you up and the warmth of your cunt envelopes him whole.

He already looked big, just from the cursory glance you’d taken earlier, but as you feel the tip of his cock shove against your cervix, your breath almost catches at how you feel your walls expanding to accommodate all of him.

The drag of his curved cock up against your sensitive walls leaves your legs trembling and squirming, but he holds you firmly down as he thrusts up inside over and over. “Stay still,” he coos. “Let me take care of you.”

Bokuto starts off gently, fucking you with shallow little thrusts that have you panting with desperation. He can tell by the way your cunt is fluttering that you're craving more, that the two orgasms he gave you earlier just wasn’t enough for a greedy girl like you, and he relishes the way your small hands grip desperately at his shirt.

He raises you up off his cock, running the tip up and down your slit until your pussy throbs, and slams you back down again. The rhythm he maintains is steady and even, bouncing you up and down on his cock like a ragdoll, whispering stuttered curses and phrases of endearment against your ear, making you shiver from the overload of stimuli.

“Feels so amazing,” he moans. “Gonna.. Gonna cum soon.”

The heat in your core grows intense at the thought of his orgasm, involuntarily whining, and you start to rock your hips back and forth in an attempt to search out more friction.

Bokuto knows he promised to pull out. He knows that it wouldn’t be right if he stayed buried inside your cunt. But how is he supposed to stop himself when you feel this good, wrapped so obediently around him like a perfect little fuck doll? And the heat of your cunt is gripping incredibly tight all around his length, your little squirms and shivers so adorable as he uses you to get himself off.

He can’t help himself.

With one last, desperate thrust, he lets go, thick spurts of cum filling you up until he’s sure your insides are dripping white, and he caresses your stomach where your womb would be in satisfaction. It feels so good to cum inside of a tight cunt, much better than it would’ve if he’d forced himself to pull out, he thinks. And you look so pretty all full and leaking with his seed.

It takes you a moment to fully register the warm, wet feeling pooling inside you, your brain too fucked out, too stupid from the constant stimulation to truly understand what exactly dripping from your slit is.

When you do realize - oh god, he came inside me - panic starts to grip at the edges of your frayed nerves, your vision tunneling as the magnitude of what had just happened hits you. Tears start to blur the world around you, the dim lighting of his living room merging the furniture and warping the walls, and you faintly register the feeling of arms wrapped tight around you, a hand reaching up to caress soothingly at your cheek.

“You know,” Bokuto whispers, face lit up in wonder. “I think we’re soulmates.”

[sassyabbs]

hi bestie, feel like writing a Fred hc? maybe how he would react to his sub trying to dom him?

Smut headcanons: Fred Weasley's sub tries to dominate him.

[Notes: oh Lord, you made my imagination fly so fast that I-

Btw, stimulating lubricant is inspired by stimulating gels, try them.

So let me know if you liked and it's what you have been thinking ;) that's for you all, and also tell me if there something wrong with the grammar, English isn't my first language and if forgot some tw ]

TW: NSFW CONTENT!, dom! Fred, sub! reader dirty talk, bondage, waxplay, overstimulation, denied orgasm, cumplay, crying, use of stimulating products, mentions of the war and accidents, subs training, oral sex (female receiving) and someone grabs the other by the neck but it's not suffocation (I think that's it).

Fred Weasley was a simple man, he knew what he liked and was attached to it. There were limits that weren't written, but that he had clear in his mind. Things that he for practicality he didn't bother to try, knowing himself as he knows himself, he knew he wouldn't like them.

As well the things that he loved were his safe place, like the joke shop he built with his brother, his mother's food and intimacy with you.

Your relationship was everything that Fred needed after the war. After the accident he had in the battle of Hogwarts when a wall almost crushed him, but luckily he only hurt his foot, he had a long time recovering. And having you by his side, following his orders as if you were the goodest girl in the world was comforting to him.

Your sex life took a deeper direction 3 months after you two became official. Everything was playful and passionate but then, one day you were telling him that you were just about to come and he demanded "Hold it up, babe, you don't have my permission" while keeping you all over the edge.

It was certainly unexpected, but you both had time to explore each other, build trust and try all the things that now were part of your daily sex life.

However switch your roles was never one of the things that you both have tried. It was always him with his hoarse voice ordering and demanding as he pleased and you following his wishes.

So it was a surprise to him when you interrupted his order to undress to tell him that this time you were the one in charge.

At first he laughed, incredulity palpable in his tone and the tautness of his shoulders.

"Good joke, puppet, do you want a kiss as a reward for thinking something so funny? Is this your way of trying to impress me?"

Of course, he started to get angry when you say that you weren´t joking.

He was the dom and you were the sub, why that would change?

He licked his lips and crossed his arms, rubbing himself a little when you didn´t stop.

"Stop this tantrum now, only brats do things like this and I have trained you well."

Part of him was wondering if you really wanted to switch roles, but you would have said your safe word if that was the case, or it had been spoken before. But it wasn't like that, so you were just being a brat, which infuriated him.

Of course, you didn´t stop provoking him.

That´s when he couldn´t control himself anymore. He walked to you, tall and intimidating thanks to his angry face, and grabed your neck to put your face in front of his.

"You want a punishiment? all right, that´s what you´re gonna get."

He led you by his grip on your neck to the bed, it didn't take much for him to bend you over the edge and give you the first slap on your butt.

"You know, you don´t expect this attitude from the pup that you´ve been taking care of all this time, but I guess I can remind you your place."

He spanked your ass some more with your clothes on, until he got tired of the fabric cushioning his hand and made it disappear with his wand.

He also took advantage of the moment and cast a spell to tie you up, so you had no escape and the hand on your neck disappeared.

"There and just like this is were you belong."

He stared at your red cheeks, his erection pulse in his pants at the sight, his anger lowering just enough for him to think what would be the next step.

The answer came from his pocket, he had designed lubricants and this one in particular was finished. He had brought it to talk about it, but now it seemed like a good time to use it wih you.

"Brats like you don´t deserve my time but I´ve got this lube that I´ve designed for you. It will make you feel warm and it will stimulate you almost to your orgasm, do you wanna use it in your punishment? Yes or no, are the only good answers."

You said yes, and with your consent he lubricated your entire area, without bothering to give you pleasure, and then put two digits in your entrance. The teasing about how wet you were beforehand was not long in coming.

Fred was starting to enjoy the punishment, now that he had calmed down, but there was one thing that he knew and it was that you were not cumming tonigh.

You ruined the scene tonight, disrespected him and continued to give him a bad attitude despite his warnings, this had to be something you regretted.

When you started to feel the stimulation from the lube, Fred laughed and spread your legs and ordered to keep them open "just as they should always be for him."

He stared at your pussy with a devil grint, knowing that it wouldn't take to much for you to start crying and moaning for his permission to cum. It would be great when he denied you.

He also decided that he could add something else to it, to make the matter more interesting. He fetched one of the red candles that you kept on the nightstand, lit it, and prepared to stain your entire back with it.

Meanwhile you were suffering the lube a little too much more than you expected. It was warm and it made you try to touch yourself to ease some of the pain. You even thought you could just come from that, but it always left you there, on the edge.

He warned you from the wax, and when you didn't say your safe word, instead you moaned loudly, he let a couple hot drops on your ass. Now you felt a little overwhelmed, but it was so good that it almost put you in sub space.

He unbuttoned his pants and released his erection, sat next to your body on the bed and jerked into a tight fist while painting your back.

When you couldn't keep you legs open from the overstimulation, he summoned two soft ropes and tied your legs to the bedposts, keeping them separate.

Now a couple of tears were gathering in your eyes and Fred held back his words of comfort, but he put down the candle and stroked your hair until the last stains of wax dried. It was a punishment, he could 't spoil you more than he already did, he couldn't stop punishing you for a few tears, damn you had not even said your word to stop, you were clearly handling it well.

"You look beautiful like this, too bad you made me so mad just to get this, puppet."

He positioned himself behind you and entered you with a long, deep thrust. He kept pushing, slowly so that you couldn't come and the excitement only accumulated in your belly.

"I took care of you so well, puppet, I tied you with precious knots, I ripped you orgasms one after the other, I devoured your little pussy everytime but you were a brat today, so this is your punishment. I decided that you can't come tonight, after what you did I want you to regret it and remember it and not try again. Now say you understand it."

After you could match the words in your mouth between moans, Fred accelerated his thrusts but he came out of you and let his climax paint on the wax of your ass before you could even think of cumming without his permission.

"Well that's a really good view isn't it?"

And it was, your skin was red from the spanks, then the wax of the same color dripped from your cheeks to the beginning of your thighs and Fred's white stripes on top of it all made a memorable image.

After that, he untied your bindings and wiped the wax off your back, but let the remnant of the lube stay inside you.

"You better not cum while you're sleeping, pup." He said before hugging you and start the aftercare.

"That was amazing babe, I'm sorry that you have to feel like that now, but is part of your punishment."

[marlena-immortale]

NSFW Alphabet (Thomas)

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

A puddle. Thomas would be a puddle after sex. All fucked out and not able to form a complete sentence. He’d just wanna cuddle up to you and stay in your arms forever. You’d have to reassure him that you'll be right back when you go get a cloth to clean him up. And he’d be on top of you, so fucking clingy, the rest of the night. 

b = body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite part of his own body is his hands. He is so proud to be able to make you feel good with his long slender fingers. And he knows you have a thing for them so he makes sure to play with them and move them around when he catches you staring. You can’t blame him either because they are just so beautiful and you want them all over you all the time. His favorite body part of yours is your hips. His favorite thing is to grip on to them while you bounce up and down on his cock. Not guiding you or moving you, just letting you fuck yourself on him while using his hands on your hips as his only tether to reality while you fuck his brains out. 

c = cum (anything to do with cum basically… i’m a disgusting person)

He would spill sooo much cum when you finally let him let go of all his pent up release. There would be thick white ropes dripping all over his chest and stomach after you jerk him off. 

d = dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

This boy’s got plenty of dirty secrets, that he’s a little bit ashamed of, that he’ll slowly reveal, knowing that you’d never judge him for anything he’s into or wants to try. One thing that took him a while to let himself indulge in with you is his desire to be totally at your mercy and completely submit to you. He wants to be tied up, blindfolded, and told he’s your pretty little bitch. But once he does tell you, it’s become his second nature to get on his knees and bow his head everytime you give him a certain look. 

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He doesn’t have very much experience but don't worry, he gets off on you teaching him. You’d have to show how to properly make someone feel good and guide his tentative hands where you want them and tell him exactly what you want him to do and call him a good boy when he does it right. 

f = favourite position (this goes without saying.)

He loves it when you’re on top riding him, setting the pace and pinning him down to the bed. He likes to feel your weight on top of him, grounding him. Or, if he’s the one getting fucked, he likes you pounding into you in missionary so he can stare at your pretty face while he lays back and takes all the pleasure you’re willing to give him. 

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Most of the time, he’s too far gone to be cheeky but when you’re just getting started teasing or if you both are wanting something more vanilla for the night, he can be very cute and goofy, always messing around and making little jokes every once in a while. 

h = hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s got cute little blond curls all over that you just can’t help but run your fingers through any chance you get. 

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Thomas is very intimate but still very submissive. He loves to have you closely pressed against him at all times to feel your love for him in your breaths against his skin and little kisses left on his face and neck and warm skin pressed against him. 

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He is constantly jacking off whenever he gets any alone time. Unless of course you punish him by not letting him touch himself because he's a good boy and he knows how to follow your commands even when he doesn’t want to. He knows that his domme knows best. 

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

Obviously he loves your d/s dynamic as well as bondage and pegging. But, something else he really enjoys is a little bit of pain. And not just as punishment, he likes the pain especially during sex. It drives him wild when you bite down hard on his neck or thighs, sometimes even drawing a little blood, or when you scratch your nails hard down his back, or when you fuck into him just a little too hard to overwhelm him a bit. 

l = location (favourite places to do the do)

He’d be down to fuck just about anywhere and any time you want. He loves to be pushed into the nearest lockable room. Or, maybe even a little mild public play with you softly running your fingertips along the exposed skin of his thighs or his chest or his palm and sensitive inner wrist. Or with you planting wet kisses on his neck while he shudders in your embrace, secretly hoping someone sees. 

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Literally anything you do. Seeing you lick a drop of ice cream that fell onto your hand; he’s instantly hard. You bend over to pick something up and a little more of your skin is showing

or reach up and your shirt rides up; he’s instantly hard. You innocently brush past him while walking, he’s instantly hard. This boy is obsessed with you and his body definitely makes that clear for you even if he tries to hide it. 

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn’t like to take charge but you don’t seem to have a problem with that. You love to have him under your control. 

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Always such a good boy, he’ll stay down there for as long as you like him to. And, he absolutely thrives off of being crushed between your thighs and you sitting on his face, grinding yourself on his pretty mouth and nose and using him just to reach your own orgasm. 

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fuck him hard and fast till his mind is turned to mush and he’ll be happy. In those rare times when he’s on top, bouncing up and down on your strap, he’ll be completely pliable in your hands guiding his hips on top of yours while his head rests on your chest letting out moans and whimpers and incoherent words that sound vaguely like your name.  

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Again, he’d be down ot fuck anywhere and any time and you know exactly how to make him cum so quickly. He’d be so blushy and subby afterwards too, all flustered and warm when someone tries to talk to him. He’d need you by his side the rest of the outing, clinging onto you all smiley and happy while everyone else gives you knowing looks. 

r = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s definitely game to experiment whenever you want to try something new and puts all his trust in you no matter what. Not to mention, Thomas is such an exhibitionist and doing things in public is his favorite risk to take. 

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Poor baby can never last very long when he has a pretty woman touching him. He’ll be ready to burst so quickly once you get your hands on him. 

t = toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

His favorite toy is of course your strap and the many ...ahem… attachments you have just for him. You prefer the big pink one that takes plenty of prep to fit inside him. He also loves your more painful toys too, as much as he begs and pleads for you to stop, he knows he has a safeword to use if he ever wants to and he secretly loves the punishment anyway. 

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

He would never last if he tried to tease you. You, on the other hand, love to tease him. Seeing him get all desperate and whiny is absolute heaven. You’d give him soft little touches and kisses all over his body except where he wants them most. He’d be so desperate you’d have to pin his hands down so he doesn’t touch himself in the meantime. 

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

Thomas is so fucking loud. Such a whiny little bitch. You’d have to make sure to stuff or cover his mouth when you’re in a place where you could get caught. When you’re in private though, he would nuzzle his face in your neck and his little whimpers would reverberate through you. 

w = wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Thomas loves when you check in on him during a scene. He knows it’s just to make sure he’s still ok, but it just feels so intimate and sweet to him. You always take a second and lean down to brush the hair out of his face and wipe his stray tears away and place little kisses on his cheeks and nose and ask how he’s feeling or if he wants to continue. It always brings a smile to his face, even in the middle of a punishment. 

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

His cock is quite large. Very long but not super thick. It would feel so good inside you and would look so pretty all red and leaky, dripping all over his stomach. It would get all twitchy at the slightest touch or the feel of your breath over it. 

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is so high. This boy’s gotta get off every day, sometimes multiple times a day. Whenever you’re not fucking him, he’s getting himself off. He’s ready to go at just about any moment. 

z = zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Aw, poor boy is so tired afterwards. After his last orgasm of the night, he’s already half asleep and by the time you’re done cleaning him up, he’s snoring sweetly in your arms.