#might also start reblogging more f/o pictures

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gotta just start putting stuff on here that arent strictly f/o or selfship related but smoking weed and thinking abt Cross Marian hours before i gotta go deal with some shit

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NSFW alphabet | Chris Evans

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Note - This is written just for fun. I don't know Chris or what he likes lol. I also don't own the alphabet format.

Dividers by @whimsicalrogers

Warnings - rpf, smut, daddy kink, d/s relationship, dom Chris, anal stuff, semi public sex, spanking, sex toys, praise kink.

Word count - 2.5k

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

Chris is clingy as fuck after sex. He’ll hold you close to his heart (you being the lil spoon of course) and not let go the entire night. With soft kisses on your face, hair and on any bruises he might have left on you. With some pillow talk about how his love for you can overwhelm him sometimes, that he can’t imagine not having you not that he gets to have a taste of you almost every night. Sometimes he likes to listen to you talk about your day, or share a deep secret you hadn’t told anyone else.

His clinginess is something you adore. Something which you would usually be fine with, how he just could not keep his hands off of you, but when you’re somewhere tropical and hot it becomes a bit of a problem.

You were visiting him while he was filming for red Sea diving resort, after seeing him in the beard and the longer hair you couldn’t help yourself and you just jumped on him. After some hot and sweaty sex, you had moved away from him a little, with your back to him you wiped the sheen off of your forehead with the back of your hand, trying to fan yourself with your own hand, ‘Where do you think you’re going?’ he had growled. Not wanting even an inch of distance between the two of you. You tried to protest because you needed to cool off but eventually gave in.

B=Body Part (Their favorite body part)

Everyone knows the answer to this. He likes your ass the most. It doesn’t matter if it’s a flat ass or a thick one he’ll love it the same because it’s a part of you. He likes to smack it, he likes looking at it, he may even like to fuck it. Some stretch marks would just be the cherry on top.

His next favorite would have to be your hips. He loves to see their silhouette through your yoga pants or jeans, or even a dress. After a night of some rough fucking they usually bear his handprints which he loves obviously because it’s almost like he branded you as his own.

C=Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I’m a disgusting person)

It’s always a battle with the two of you when it comes to cumming. Because Chris likes to see your body covered in his seed, particularly your face, ass and breasts, and you like to have him do it inside you, be it your pussy or your mouth.

Which he doesn’t mind obviously, he likes the idea of his spend being in your tummy, but he also likes taking pictures of your ass covered with his spunk. You just look so pretty when he comes on your face🥺

D=Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Chris has fucked you in more bathrooms than you can remember. It’s become a thing or almost a ritual now. Whenever he takes you to an event or a party, or just a casual dinner at his family or friends house, you’ll end up on your knees in the bathroom with his dick in your mouth, or he’ll worship you and eat you out till you literally can’t even walk straight.

It started when you accompanied him to an important event, he was extremely anxious. And you felt helpless because you didn’t know how to make him feel better. But you did know one thing that always lifts his mood up. So you dragged him to the men’s room and sucked him off. He was much relaxed the rest for the evening thanks to you.

E= Experience (How experienced are they?)

VERY. He’s extremely experienced. He has a lot of knowledge and puts it to good use on you. Which can be a little daunting if you���re more on the inexperienced side but don’t ne afraid. He’ll train you really well, you just have to be a good girl and listen.

F= Favorite Position

His favorite position would be doggy style. Where he’s doing from behind, with you on your hands and knees, or with your head down and ass perched up to him because you never can stay up right when he’s doing you so well. He has full access to your ass, if you’re okay with it he would use his fingers on you, spank your ass. He loves to grab your hips or your ass and your breasts.

He’s also a huge fan of missionary. Because he can’t see your pretty face, or look into your eyes from behind. Most days he wants intimacy and to show you how much he loves you.

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

Depends on his mood. Sometimes he’s a bit goofy, like talking in a comically exaggerated Boston accent when you told him you liked the sound of his voice and how his accent becomes more prominent when he is horny.

But most of the times, he’s in control. He has to maintain some composure so you wouldn’t question who’s really in charge or think that you could get away with anything. Because you know how to make him laugh, and if he let’s you do that he couldn’t keep a straight face while punishing you.

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

Chris has dark Brown pubic hair, like that of his beard and the hair on his head.

Does anyone remember that term ‘manscaping'? Where dudes trim their pubic hair to make their dicks look bigger. Chris definitely does that. Although he doesn’t need to because like if he got any bigger he might split you in two.

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

Doesn’t matter if you’re making love, or fucking hard it will always be intimate and loving with Chris in one way or another.

If you feel needy, and like you want him to show you how much he loves you, you just have to sit on his lap, bat your lashes at him, show him your puppy eyes, and hump his leg a little. He’d get the sign and take you to bed, slowly dragging his cock in and out of you, drawing it out for the both of you, his fingers laced with yours, pinned above your head. He’d feast on your breasts and nipples the whole time just so you could feel his love and need for days.

If you’re feeling particularly frisky, or in a mood to piss him off just so he could be rough with you without you having to ask, you can just give him attitude or roll your eyes a lot. He’ll spank your ass raw, or edge you for hours, or make you climax till it literally hurts, depends on his mood really, to teach you some manners. But since you like the punishment you never learn.

Even while he’s got you over his knee, you not wearing anything but the diamond necklace he gave you, your cheeks wet from crying for the past fifteen minutes, your ass on fire but you still had to take more from him. He tsked, reprimanding you for ruining his expensive dress pants with your slick, playing with your intimate lips, he’d say while stroking your head, “It’s okay, baby, daddy still loves you. Even when you get on my nerves.”

Even while fucking you like he hated you, he made you felt loved and as if you were the most precious person in the world.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

When you started dating, Chris would often masturbate to the thought of you. But when you started sleeping together he never felt the need to, and you asked him not to do it anymore because you didn’t want him wasting his cummies.

Which might’ve been a huge mistake in hindsight because you revealed a weakness of yours. Now when he REALLY wants to punish you, he’d just tie you up jerk off his cock right before your eyes, “See this, sweetheart? I could be fucking your sweet pussy right now, and making you feel good too, but you had go and be a bad girl.” He’d come all over your face or breasts, and would of course make you come too if he feels you’ve learned your lesson.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Chris has a huge daddy kink. He doesn’t just like the title, he likes everything that comes along with it.

He likes that he has to take care of you, in and outside if the bedroom, being a daddy is a 24/7 job, he has to be considerate to you and grateful for all the trust and love you give him.

He also really likes pinning you down. Whether it be during play wrestling or during sex, it makes him feel strong, and it drives you crazy, absolutely feral for him.

L=Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Yeah you’ve had your share of sneaking off to do it during events but his favorite place to do it would be in the privacy of his own home, preferably his bed so that your dog won’t walk in on you.

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

If you simply say, “Screw me.” That would probably be more than enough to turn him on and fulfil your request.

But what grinds his gears is seeing you in tight clothing, or the kind of clothes that would show off your assets. If you’re a good mom to dodger, if you show an interest in the things he likes or do anything that would make his heart flutter and make him fall more in love with you.

N= NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never have proper public sex because that would probably interfere with his public image and work. Other than that he’s pretty open to most things.

He also wouldn’t like to invite anyone else to your bedroom or to share you. It is a nice fantasy for him but way too risky.

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

He likes both giving and receiving equally. He likes having you on your back where he can see your face while he explores your intimate walls with his tongue, but he also likes to have you ride his face. You were apprehensive to at first, but with some convincing you agreed.

Sixtynine is another one of his favorites. He never actually had to ask for it. You were sitting on his face, holding onto his stomach and screaming when you felt your orgasm approaching, he pushed your head just a little, you got the hint, and started working on his cock, which was painfully hard.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

It would usually depend on what kinda day it is and how you’re both feeling. But most of the time he is usually slow but at the same time rough. Where his thrusts are drawn out but also impactful.

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

Chris loves quickies. Bending you over the kitchen counter, a quick session in the afternoon on the couch when things got a little too heated while cuddling, in his trailor while he’s on a break, in the shower where he can make you dirty before cleaning you up. You made it.

But he wouldn’t prefer them over proper sex ever. Usually he likes to take his time with you.

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

He’s game to experiment to a certain extent. Even if he’s skeptical about something he’d keep an open mind and give it a shot for you.

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

He’s a fit and motivated man so he can last for a long time and go for many rounds. It’s more likely for you to be tired and tapped out than for him.

If it was a long day on set, and if he’s a little exhausted then he may not be able to go more than once. But will make up for it when he can.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

You both own a variety of butt plugs and vibrators, silky ties, blindfolds, handcuffs that Chris likes to use on you. You even bought a ball gag asking him to put it on you, which was the only time you ever used it because Chris liked to hear your voice and for you to call him daddy or say his name. You couldn’t do it with your mouth full.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Chris teases you a lot, but he would be a MASSIVE tease if he was a little more patient. He knows the effect he has on you. How you can’t take your eyes off him when he wears a t-shirt that’s a bit too tight and shows off his arms, how you can’t help but grab his butt sometimes and feel him up. When you bite your lip or look away when he catches you staring. If you get caught, be prepared because he will only do it more just to egg you on.

His touches a bit too light, he’d bring you to the edge and leave you just there. But fortunately it won’t last long because usually he’s the one who ends up getting riled up.

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

He’s loud alright. And he isn’t ashamed of it. He would never try to hide how good you make him feel, or miss an opportunity to call you a good girl and praise your gorgeous body. There will be lots of grunting and groaning and moaning and you revel in every second of it.

X = X-Ray (Let s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s pretty big. Much bigger than average. He looked pretty average when he wasn’t hard, you let that fool you into thinking you could take him pretty easily, he wasn’t that much bigger than anyone else you’d had sex with right?

Your eyes almost popped out of your head when you saw him hard, his dick hard and thick and a blush pink, two thick running on the sides of it.

He assured you that he would make it fit and that you had nothing to be worried about.

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

It’s pretty high. Higher than most people at least. You call him your horndog, but like in a nice way, because he always wants it. Even if you spent an entire night screaming his name and being used and stretched in ways that made your pussy as well as your body sore, he would still ask for more the very next morning. He’d respect you if you say no and back off immediately but he’s up for it whenever you want.

ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If he has things on his mind, and if you fall asleep sooner than usual then he’d be up a while. But most of the times he falls asleep quickly after.

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I made the story with just two random lighthouse operators and @neonthewrite 's character, Chase. I used the picture above as a prompt.

Please have a good read. Likes and reblogs are appreciated!! :>

Warning: This contains catboy, fearplay, angst, mention of eating people/hard vore, and dehumanization of a person.

If you are uncomfortable with any of these things mentioned, you may pass this now.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Viewer Discretion is Advised.

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It is that time of night again, where the seaside is calm and the night is dark as burnt charcoal, with pretty stars in the sky as if it were an artist's canvas.

The seaside playing Mother Nature's music playing for anyone willing to listen was interrupted by two forms, one with a gruff exterior with a purpose in his stride, the other timidly but quickly following close behind the older man.

The two of them came out here for a purpose, the purpose needed and only could be done in the cylindrical, white tall building near the shore of the coast.

"S-Sir, are the rumours true?" the new operator's voice quivered as he got his query out. The voice soft enough that it could be mistaken for the wind.

"What?" the older man huffed with a sharp raspy voice, looked sceptically at the newcomer with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

"I dunno what yer' talking 'bout boy, once we get to the top o' this place," he waved his hand lazily to the lighthouse, "ye' can tell me what ya mean." The operator looked at the newcomer expectantly as he presumed to walk to his desired destination.

As the younger of the two was unparalysed from the uneven gravel, both of the occupants in the vicinity felt a slight vibration from under their feet. It was barely noticeable as they stepped foot into the building.

As the seasoned lighthouse operator took his time up the winding stairs, the newcomer felt, off. Like the lighthouse suddenly dropped in temperature. Uneasy. Darker than usual in the room containing the giant flashlight. He felt a pit in his stomach with a mix of butterflies, a different contrast to the older operator, who seemed to be at ease.

As the top of the lighthouse drew closer in the operators' eye line, the newcomer felt tremors and heard the gravel underneath but brushed it off as someone having a late night dip and kept it in mind to question why were their steps so heavy, it when he calmed down and got settled.

Unfortunately, those thoughts vanished as he watched in astonishment as the elderly man took the two foldable chairs from the flashlight and plopped them down in front of it, near its sides, at an age that that would be a problem to do at that speed.

As they settled into their seats, the tremors and crunch of gravel came to a steady halt. The older man then stared at the younger one intently and curiously as to proceed with his queries.

The younger took this as his cue to speak. "Sir, did you not hear the rumors about the monster, that creeps around these parts, of the coast at this time of night?" the newcomer spoke as he looked around skitishly.

His posture hunched over fearfully as it looked like his spine was about to jump out of his skin. The older man took the information he was given into consideration. He stared at the flashlight, moonlit enough to make out its shape, as he hummed in deep thought.

"No, I don' recall any rumors 'bout a monster round these parts, guess ya coul' describe it fer me?" the older operator gestured softly to the other, so they could calm their own nerves. He leaned back and loosely crossed his arms as to indicate that he was all ears.

"I-I heard that it has very dark fur, from w-what I heard from some p-people, they say b-black or dark gray. They s-say that the monster has teeth longer than the tallest h-human being and it has claws that can reduce trees to nothing but a pile of sawdust! Very few people say it has the eyes of an apex predator!" The younger operator explained fearfully, his body quaking from fear.

"And? Do ya know wha' it does or eat fer that matter, if you want ta keep explainin'?" The seasoned operator asked as he gently cupped the newcomer's palms in his own to aid his worries about this 'monster'.

"I-I've also h-heard that it goes a-around looking for p-people that are by th-themselves and it-" the young operator quickly stopped and stared as the other got up quickly with a huff.

"You continue talkin'. I'm listenin', am jus' gonna operate these lights an' make sure people git home safely." He said as he quickly glanced back at the young operator, as he strode over to the back of the huge flashlight. "Ye might wanna wear t'e sun glass, y'er...whatever t'ey called." He said trying to identify the object with a hint of annoyance. Again, the unknown tremors started but weren't heavy enough to notice from the top of the tower.

"Oh, yeah, as I-I was saying, it m-maybe kidnaps the people t-that are by themselves, s-since I haven't seen those people a-again and the only way to get to the next t-town is by c-car or bus, some of the people gone, don't have enough money f-for that, or maybe it eat-" The younger of the two snapped his mouth shut as he covered his ears shut, a reflexive motion, from the loud ringing in his ears.

What he didn't expect, was that the seasoned operator had a cross and annoyed look on his face. His pale skin allowing his emotions to be seen in the glowing moonlight. What he really didn't expect, was the monster chasing the bright beam of light, and mostly likely causing the source of the tremors before and now, like a kitten.

As the monster continued to chase the light around like a cat on catnip, an idea popped into the young operator's head. He rushed over to the giant flashlight, shoving the seasoned operator away as gently as he could, as he used his strength to turn the beam of light towards the ocean of the cliff side.

As the older man was about to bark out an order to stop turning the flashlight, it was already too late as the blur of fur(presumed as the monster) fell off of the cliff and into the freezing ocean with a loud yowl of distress, followed by a splash, which sounded closer to cat more than anything. Making sure there was no movement from the over the cliff side, the young man turned to check on the other operator. "See sir! That was the monster I was talking about from the rumors, it is real...Holy shit, it's actually real and I stopped it!" Assuming the monster didn't know how to swim, why would it? There's plenty of people to eat on land!

He then quickly turned off the flashlight to make sure the beast didn't find its way back to land.  Who knows how much damage to the nearby village it can cause.

When he held out his hand out to the shaken officer to give him a lift. Otherwise, the seasoned one didn't seem too pleased with what he had done.

"Sir...Di-d I do something wrong??" As the young operator checked over the experienced other, looking for any outward signs of damage. The younger one of the two, energy drained from a chain broken from his schedule, looked as if he were to pass out, adrenaline looking as if keeping them from doing just that.

The gruff operator took the hand's invitation, steadily but not in a way that was anything but pleased.

"No, not really." He quickly huffed as he took to a stand. "Then, sir, what have you gotten your mind? I also need to ask out of curiosity, do you have a cat or is there any in vicinity? I haven't seen any coming all the way out here." The newcomer asked pure curiosity and a sheepish smile appearing on his face. If observed carefully in the moonlight, the older man could barely make out a faint tint of pink, in the moonlight, on the other's cheek. He's embarrassed.

If the other saw his face completely, he didn't mention it.

Meanwhile faint splashes and rumbles came from the direction of the ocean as the gruff man began to answer the other's question. "Nothin', just," he paused as he turned to the direction of where the gigantic being pounced off, the scene replaying in his mind. Then derailing his train of thought, he resumed, "that damn cat is back, but no, there isn't a cat 'round here, a' least one that I know o'." He stormed off in annoyance towards to the flashlight as to get it on again with the scowl on his face directed at no one.

The younger operator gaped at the other in complete confusion and bewilderment. If there is a cat that returned, why would he go ahead and tell me there isn't one right after? "T-then sir! How is there a cat when their isn't one??? I-I don't.." he trailed off but quickly spoke up again with a high pitched squeak, "What, does he get into the garbage cans?" As he got out his question, his posture quickly changing from one of fear to uncertainty so quickly that if you blinked, you would of missed it.

The distant tremors were getting closer now, and if focused intently, they felt and sounded like footsteps. After some time, the pace slowed to a halt. As that noise stopped, another started, which could be identified as someone pawing a tuft of grass. With the sound and surface known, there must be a place where it is identified, which directs the younger operator's eyes to where the beast threw itself off.

"I'm afraid not, but aye, keep watchin' the cliff fer the cat to climb back up, I'm gonna try fix this thing." The older man barked the command as he tried getting the flashlight back on.

"What am I supposed to be watching for, si-" Before he got the question, awe and shock kept him shut and began to override his thoughts as he's trying to process what he's seeing.

The claw of the monster, dug into the dirt of the cliff and pulled itself up. Following after the first claw, was another which pulled what seemed like a head of soaked, black hair with black cat ears on top to match.

A deafening whine and deep growl slightly shook the lighthouse to its core, as the rest of the beast tried pulling itself unto the cliff.

The operator had time to process that the beast had clothes. So far, a red jacket with a gray shirt underneath, reflecting as much light as the moon allowed. Apparently, the seemingly intelligent beast, moved faster than the operator had expected from such a large being, that when it moved, his brain was trying to figure out what the blur of fur was, not if it had any human emotions of its own. His eyes widened as he saw the beast express human emotion through the growls it was making, like it was talking to itself. Frustrated. Distressed.

If the operator could open his eyes any wider, they might fall out of their sockets, as he stared in awe as more parts of the beast rose over the cliff's side. The beast looked so, humane yet the young man's mind couldn't comprehend that the beast, itself, is absolutely massive. Trying to take in details of this being all at once while it's crawling on all fours, while quickly coming closer, getting away from the edge, and flashing the water off like a dog trying its best to get dry,  isn't working.

About one hundred meters from the lighthouse's base, the seasoned operator kicked the giant flashlight once more, this time turning the light on, snapping the awestruck operator out of his trance, while directing the beam unto the beast which shielded its eyes from the sudden brightness that laid upon it while it let out a whine and quickly shielded its eyes.

The flashlight shining its brightest, clearly showed what or who the young operator was looking at. "You're posed be watchin' fer the cat." The seasoned operator spoke, words slicing through the silence like a sharpened knife, as if the silence itself were butter. The other operator lightly flinched at the words spoken out of the other's mouth as he turned around to acknowledge his presence.

Noticing how calm the older man was about the monster in the vicinity, he gave the man a puzzled and skeptical look as for the man to explain himself.

The gruff man sighed, as he saw the look on the other's face, like he's been caught stealing a pie from a kitchen window and forced to apologise. Taking slow steps to inch his way beside the younger man, the older started to explain his calm attitude towards the titan so close to the lighthouse. "NOPE, as you can see, there is no cat and I know fer sure, that there is no monster nei'er. I know fer sho' that that manegy bein' on the other side of this lighthouse, ain't eaten' a single person nor has tried to, since I'm here."

As the seasoned operator paused to think, he looked at the young operator who looked to have a face that didn't show any emotion, just a blank stare.

The beast movement caught the operator's eye in the bright beam the flashlight seemed to cause. At least now the young man could make out what the beast looked like.

Curled up on the ground, the beast seemed to have a humane figure of a short, skinny man, if put at the right scale, would be smaller than his five foot, six inch frame. The beast itself slowly unfurled itself, keeping its eyes shielded and squinting towards the beam directed towards it. That didn't stop the young operator from picking up its features he hadn't seen yet.

Like its dark gray sclera around its pupil as it-...he's trying to adjust his eyes to the sudden brightness. The beast's olive sun kissed skin, appeared to have a silky texture other than a few healing bruises visible on its body. The rest of the articles, of clothing, seemed to replicate a pair of black boxers fitting snugly around his waist and upper thighs.

As he saw before a loose, gray shirt underneath a thin, dark red sweater, reaching from the collarbone of his neck to the bottom of his waistline, covering his unmentionables. At last, the darkest but most outstanding feature of this beast was his soaked, fluffy, black tail, which seemed to convey the some emotion on this beast's face.

As those details got into the young operator's head, the beast let out a tiny(for its size), sneeze which, still shook the lighthouse. Recovering from the quick but sudden noise he made, he got on all fours as he crawled over as slowly as he could, while keeping his eye on both of the operators, intent not to scare them, especially the younger one out of the two.

Once he got close as he dared, he slowly sat on his knees to stare back at the people who watched him with awe and ease. Both at eye level, staring hesitantly, as if waiting for him to do something. Hesitantly, he returned the stare, with a look of curiosity for the newcomer then looked at the seasoned operator questioningly as if he would tell him about this new person staring at him and why he's there.

This new person quickly looked to the gigantic one staring at him curiously then to the other operator who looked slightly annoyed at the titan outside, yet the man looked so at ease.

"Hey! Quit scaring all the new workers away! We've got business to do at this time o' night!" The older operator scolded the titan as if it were a small toddler. The only thing keeping both of them separated, is the movable, giant glass screen in front of them and the beast holding back its unimaginable strength. Surprisingly, the beast didn't make any move of hostility towards the building, but he let out a low whine and a look of shame as if he didn't know his presence should have people gone running with a glimpse of his shadow.

"S-Sir, what does i- he want??" The young operator stuttered out his question in fear as the beast turned his eyes to observe his quivering frame with, corcern?

"I think he wants ya ta r'deem yer self innocent. Or somethin', I don't know.." The seasoned operator said with a light teasing in his tone as he gently pushed the new operator to the window. As the young operator got close enough to window without getting hit, the older man opened the window, pulling it from the inside, a gentle night's breeze flowing in.

The young operator glanced back at the gruff man with worry, showing clearly on his face, as he turned back to the beast watching him outside. Taking his time, he got to the edge of the open window making sure the beast didn't do, something...terrifyingly, horrendous. Instead, he was just watching the man inch forward, carefully wary of him, with curiosity and excitement.

As the frightened operator leaned out far enough to see over the beast's cat ears, his stomach dropped. He realized too late that he was being lifted up by bigger than some tree trunk sized, fingers. Which were surprisingly gentle and barely put any pressure on his back, and his waist. It wasn't as painful he thought it would be in the beast's pinched grip, he didn't leave any bruises on the his body as was he gently placed him in the middle of his cupped palm, not realising he was shrieking the whole time, until his feet touched the warm but soft surface.

Which he gradually stopped, as he tried to focus on the white noise in his head. Trying to focus on a certain noise, he turned his head to the lighthouse, presumably, where it was coming from. Looking down at the window where was at mere seconds ago, the seasoned operator was firmly waving his arm at the beast and commanded him to give the young operator back to him, but the beast deliberately ignored him to focus on the young operator in his hand.

As he mentally noted that, he tried to figure the other sound out. It not only came from underneath him, but it enveloped the entire direction his backside was facing. He quickly spun to face the direction of the sound to confirm his theory, which was correct. The noise came from the beast's throat and vibrated through its whole body, which was identified as a loud purr.

Once identifying the sound and its source, the operator's head hung from vertigo of the sudden ascent from the beast's midsection to his face. Identifying his transportation's sudden break, the operator begged, with tears in his eyes, to the beast to not put him in his dark, humid cavern, presumably his huge mouth.

Upon hearing the pleas, begs and cries, the beast let out a sharp chirp of surprise and a high pitched whine of guilt, tears almost forming at the corner of his eyes, his thoughts playing on repeat on what people thought he was, a mindless beast. A freak. A feral man-eater. A monster. He quickly brushed those thoughts away in hope of trying to calm the weeping, shaking mess of the man, that's still begging for his life, in the centre of his palm. On impulse, he quickly brought his hands to his cheek, trying to hug the operator long enough for him to calm down.

The seasoned operator kept an eye on the beast with baited breath, watching to make sure the newcomer was unharmed in the titan's clutches.

Maybe the beast was toying with him when he started purring again, but the young operator wasn't wet nor fighting for his life against a giant muscle, so he took it as a good sign to open his eyes and maybe calm down. His bloodshot red eyes cracked open, glancing around trying to identify the pitch black area with only a few beams of moonlight coming from above loose fingers. He then spread out his arms in front of him, hands being met with the resistance of skin, pushing and kneading into the unknown area of flesh in front of him.

After pushing it for sometime, the beast's pulled his hand away to bring it back down to the lighthouse's window, where the gruff operator patiently waited for his return. Halfway there, he hesitated. He then quickly brought up his hand up to bridge of nose, to, by the looks of it, nuzzle the operator in the form of an apology.

The operator seeing the beast's ears flattened on his head with the heavy regret and guilt in his eyes, was taken back how he made a titan, a being with immeasurable power, more than enough to destroy cities and end people's lives, if he wanted, apologise(without speaking) for nearly scaring him to death.

After he got his bearings together, the beast saw this and briskly put the young man back into the room, but not before giving him a sloppy, gentle lick on his side, spiking the side of his hair into the air being held by nothing but, much thicker than usual saliva.

The seasoned operator took the other into his arms, bridal style, relieved that the beast outside didn't do any lasting damage to the person sitting limply in his arms. He looked into the operator's eyes but all he could see, was no emotion. Just a blank stare off to who knows where. "Tha' was quite scary, wasn' it?" the older man asked, snapping the other out of whatever thoughts he had. He wouldn't admit it to himself but, he'd almost passed out from when those giant, gray eyes first landed on him, and the only thing keeping him awake at that time, was awestruck adrenaline.

"Yes, sir, that was, terrifying but, also, exciting, to say the least." The young man admitted, shock on his face, directed at no one. He had time to process the rollercoaster of the events that just happened to him in the span of under half an hour.

The seasoned operator walked back over to the unlit flashlight preparing himself to have a hard time turning it back on again.

While all of this is happening inside of the lighthouse, the rumbles of kneefall, were coming from the beast skirting around to get the back of the lighthouse. Most likely to get out of the workers' hair, metaphorically.

Once the young operator got up to help the seasoned one to help to get to back to work, the beast idly watched them to make sure it worked. Not for that reason only, but also to reassure himself that the younger operator is okay, keeping in mind that he caused enough trouble for himself, and he would leave when the two workers got the flashlight on.

Within seconds, it did.

So with a couple rumbles in the earth, he pushed himself to a steady stand to get himself ready to go back home. What he didn't expect, was the young operator shouting a "Hey!" at him so suddenly, it was enough for him to flinch. Whipping his head to the direction of the top of the lighthouse tower, his eye fell upto the operator with the older one in tow. Seeing this for himself, he slightly turned to have a better view, letting out a quiet chirp of question and surprise to the one addressing him.

"Uhhhhhh," the younger operator bowed his head as he got the beast's full attention, "you don't have to leave if you don't have a place to stay. You can stay here, please don't leave here forever because of me!" The younger man projected as he looked up to see shock on the beast's face in the dim moonlight.

"Do you have a home?" the younger operator asked, voice watery, scared of the answer he might receive. To his relief, the beast nodded and gave a chirp of approval but went ahead to take a quick step away, thinking that he's overstaying his arrival. Before the young man could get out of the beast's vision, he shoved a hand at the beast in the form of a handshake.

Before realising how stupid the action looked, the beast came over, slowly crouched behind the lighthouse and gently took more than half of the arm between his thumb and index finger, making sure to not add any pressure to the limbs between them. The beast appreciating the gesture nonetheless, purred the whole time, content that the operator gave him a second chance and even wanted him to stay.

As the beast let go of the arm, he gave out another short purr as he turned and left to go wherever home was. The young operator watched him go until he was just another shadow in the dark sky.

He couldn't wait until he came again because he the only monstrous thing about the legend's beast, was only his size.

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The End

@neonthebright

@nightmares06

@borrowedtimeandspace

[caitlinsnicket]

Newt Scamander SFW alphabet

Request: Can I request a sfw alphabet for Newt Scamander please! Thank you!

A/N: Two posts in a row? What the hell is happening? Anyways, this is a nice sfw alphabet for my favorite softboy newt scamander! I’m sorry for the delay. Feel free to like, reblog, or leave a comment!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Newt is a shy man, so his way to show affection is more subtle: he checks if you’ve eaten enough, if you’re warm, if you’re happy. It’s unusual for him to initiate any physical contact, like hugs or cheek kisses, but he’s happy when you do it.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Newt is the most supportive friend you’ll ever have. If you need someone to go with you to the craziest places to do dangerous things, he’ll follow you and will help as much as he can. Your friendship would start with you asking about his creatures. Then, he’d want to show them to you, and you’d oblige happily. When his creatures took a liking to you, he knew it was true friendship.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Would cuddle only if you two know each other for a long time and if he’s comfortable physically with you. And even then, he would be too shy to actually initiate a cuddle session, and if he took the initiative, Newt would probably wait for you to sit down somewhere and then would put his head in your lap. Running your hands through his hair is a bonus.

If you two are in a relationship, he’ll as for cuddles making a puppy face, or will hug you from behind while you do something else. Like to be the little spoon because he feels safe with you, but also likes to be the big spoon because he feels as if he can protect you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Newt has settled down: his suitcase! Even if you two travel to the farthest ends of the world, your home is always with you.

After spending so long traveling and taking care of creatures, he knows how to do his chores the right way.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He would blame it on work. He wouldn’t look you in the eye and would be fixing things all over his workplace to distract himself. Then, after you would leave, he would let a few tears spill, and also in the middle of the night when he wakes up missing you.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He would wait a while before bringing the subject up, and wouldn’t make a surprise out of it. If he felt like you weren’t going to leave him and that you actually loved him, Newt would sit down with you and talk about marriage.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Newt Scamander is the gentlest man you’ll ever meet. He handles everything with all the care in the world: his creatures, his magic, and you. Physically, sometimes it will be hard to tell if he touched you or not, giving how softly he does it. If you want to be handled with less care, you’ll have to ask him.

Emotionally, he’s still getting the hang of it, and talking about any issues you two might have is mandatory for him. Each day that passes by, he learns something else about you and takes it to heart. The last thing he wants to do is hurting you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

If you two are just friends, he’ll be a little more cautious in his hugs, and it will happen more rarely. They are quick and usually, there’s a reason behind them.

If you two are a couple though, he’ll do it more often and mostly when you two are alone. PDA is not really his thing, but he enjoys physical contact with you after intimacy is settled. His hugs will last longer and he’ll hold you more tightly.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes some time, will only say it if you say it first and the first time he actually says it, he thinks you’re asleep.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Newt doesn’t get jealous very often: he trusts you and he knows that people will want to hit on you. Though sometimes he gets insecure and needs reassurance, it doesn’t happen a lot.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

It’s like having a butterfly on your lips. He’s delicate, touches you very carefully and somehow always manages to leave you at ease. He likes your lips, of course, but also your wrists and the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. It’s an unconscious action: he hugs you and his lips end there.

He likes being touched- not by everyone, just a few people- so anywhere is good. He becomes jello if you kiss him on the neck, his heart sweells when you put your lips on his forehead.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He likes children, though he sees them more as creatures than actual small humans.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He wakes up very early, so it’s rare to spend the whole morning with him, as usually by the time you get up he’s already off doing something. He always leaves tea ready for you if you like it.

If he stays with you though, his shyness will go away and he’ll cling to you and the only way to get up is if you cuddle him for at least one hour. Kisses are also mandatory.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He also goes to sleep very late, but so do you. Both too exhausted to talk or read or interact, you just lay down in a pile in the bed. It’s warm and comfortable, and Newt sleeps well. 

If you’re not too tired, you might read a little of your book to him, or you might talk about your respective days, and he brushes your hair because he finds it so soft. Whispering everything and nothing, and then falling asleep. He always stays a little bit longer to stare at you and take in all your details.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It takes time. He lets out little pieces of information for you, and if you pay attention at some point you’ll have the bigger picture.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

His name should be Newt Patient Scamander. Never gets angry at you, even if you screw up really badly. Like to teach you stuff when you don’t understand and if there’s a fight, prefers talking it out over staying mad.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers everything, as he’s good at keeping information. He never says he knows all about you though, so you never stop getting surprised when he mentions a little detail about you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The first time he showed you the inside of his suitcase, of course. Watching you interact with his creatures and how gentle you were with them made him realize he was falling in love with you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He knows how well you can take care of yourself, so he never interferes, only if you ask him to. His way of protecting you is making sure that you've eaten and that you are well-rested. He will never admit it, but he loves it when you get protective of him in a fight or in dangerous situations. He also loves when you cuss him for not sleeping enough because he feels taken care of.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

In his mind, everything you do together is a date, so he always acts romantic. Not a lot of effort, but always remembers you why you fell for him. Anniversaries and gifts, oh these are handmade and filled with love. He has a great time making them. In everyday tasks, as you share the things you have to do around the house, he makes sure to do all his assigned shores.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Not sharing his worries. When it comes to problems in the relationship, he likes to talk about it, but if it’s something only him is going through, he says nothing. You wish he would let you in, but he doesn’t.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He looks at himself a lot but doesn’t see himself as handsome or ugly. He always feels normal, so he’s not that concerned about how he looks. If you mention it though, he’ll blush and mess with his hair.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

It wouldn’t be a huge part of his life, but deep down he would have a feeling that something was missing.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He likes sharing clothes. Whether it is shirts, sweaters, pants, socks, or ties, he just likes this feeling that you have a part of him and he has a part of you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Someone that lives only in their own world. He likes people who are involved in the things around them, he likes to share his interests and to learn about yours and he likes to discover new things together. If he were to be with someone stuck in their own bubble, it just wouldn’t work out.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Only the necessary. If he didn’t pass out, then the nap was enough. Though, after you two started your relationship, his sleeping habits are better: he spends more time in bed because of you.

[shortprince-cos]

The Woes Of An Emo

Summary: Tune in this week for Virgil thinking this is all a coincidence! And some Logicality pining. As a treat.

Warnings: Swearing, not having much money(?). I think thats about it? Tell me if I need to add anything else!

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Thanks to @irritating-lady-knight for beta reading this for me!!!

Chapter 5: Maybe This Is Fine?

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Princey's date was called off?! How?! Who on earth wouldn't like him?! Virgil was furious, who the f**k says that they don't like someone until after they accept the date?!

...wait.

Virgil was such a hypocrite.

onthevirgeofananxietyattack: what?! What happened?! Who do i need to murder

princeofyourdreams: no one, im fine. he was just too nervous to say anything

Virgil wished he didn't relate so much to mystery guy, then maybe he would want to punch him.

onthevirgeofananxietyattack: well, are u ok?

princeofyourdreams: of course i am! I can conquer any challenge! Dont worry about me!

onthevirgeofananxietyattack: are u sure?

princeofyourdreams: seriously, anxiety, im ok. One disinterested boy isnt going to ruin me.

onthevirgeofananxietyattack: ok, good. Hes obviously not good enough for you anyway

princeofyourdreams: shut up haha

Well, Princey seemed to be doing ok. And maybe Virgil was a tad more excited then he should be, but can you blame him? He's had a crush on Princey for a year, and he might actually have a chance now!

Well, as much of a chance you could have when you've never even seen each other.

Now all Virgil had to do was go on this not-a-date date and live. Yay.

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"Ok, now if you run out of money, ask him to pay for you."

"Dad!" Virgil scolded. "I'm not going to leech off my friends!"

Remy just chuckled. "C'mon Virge, live a little! It's not everyday you actually step outside. With a couple of boys no less."

Virgil turned red. "It's a friend date, Dad." He grumbled.

Remy turned to where Virgil was in the passenger seat and tilted down his shades to look him in the eyes. "Sure it is."

Virgil grumbled something as Remy pulled the car in front of the mall. "Here's your stop, babe."

Virgil rolled his eyes as his mouth betrayed him by smiling. "Whatever, I'll see you later."

"Love you." Remy added while Virgil stepped out of the car.

"Love you too, Dad."

Virgil eventually made his way over to the food court, where everyone was meeting.

Virgil was also questioning why he suggested this hang-out anyway. It was going to be so awkward! How was he going to have a good time with the guy he rejected, a nerd who could probably kill him, and a "friend" he only started talking to two days ago?

Why did he do this?

"Viiiiiirrrrrrrgiiiiiiiiiilllllllll!!!!!" Patton was suddenly running towards where Virgil was standing in the food court.

"Uh- wait-" Virgil got trapped in a bear hug (how? Patton is so small!) as soon as Patton reached him.

"Patton, try not to kill the poor fellow." Roman chuckled as he walked up to the trap that Virgil was caught in.

Patton eventually let Virgil breathe as he let go. "Sorry! I just got excited! I don't normally go many places!" He exclaimed.

"Well, we'll have to take you to more places then, Patton." Logan smirked as he approached the small group.

Roman chuckled again as Patton blushed and silently thanked him. "Well then!" Roman announced. "Where shall we go first?"

"Hot To-"

"No, Pumpkin King, we're not going to Hot Topic." Roman immediately interrupted.

"Then why did I even come?" Virgil whined playfully.

"C'mon, Roman! Hot Topic does have some really good Disney stuff~" Patton pushed in a teasing tone.

Roman let out a long, exaggerated groan. "Fiiiiiinnnnnneeeee. We can go."

"Yes!"

"Yay!"

"Satisfactory."

"Wow. Y'all are a bunch of nerds." Said Roman.

"Says the guy who cried when they changed Mickey Mouse's art style." Logan shot back.

"ListEN IT LOOKS LIKE ABSOLUTE CRAP AND ISN'T TRUE TO THE ORIGINAL!"

"Roman, please, I don't want to spend twenty minutes talking about-"

Roman quickly pulled out his phone and displayed two Mickey Mouse pictures with different art styles. "Look, Logan. Look at how they massacred my boy."

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And after that debate, they made their way to the dark and ridiculously edgy Hot Topic, unfortunately located next to the very bright and pink Justice store.

"I must go, my people need me." Virgil joked as he walked through the doorway.

"Of course this is where your people are, where else could you find the emos?" Roman rolled his eyes playfully.

"Oh, do you know people here, Virgil?" Logan asked innocently, clearly not understanding the joke.

"No- it's- it's a meme."

"Don't even try, Angstintator, no one could ever teach Logan the way of memes." Roman announced, slowly drifting towards the Disney section.

"Well, they are nonsensical. They make zero sense most of the time!" Logan defended.

Patton suddenly gasped like a little kid in a candy store. "Vi, Ro, Lo, look!!!!!!"

They all looked to where Patton was pointing, and saw it.

They holy grail of cute things. Something that could almost (almost) rival Patton himself.

A Pusheen plush that was holding a cookie. It was beautiful (to Patton at least).

Patton squealed and grabbed the closest person (which happened to be Logan) and held his hand while dragging him towards the plush in excitement.

Logan immediately flushed and trailed after Patton helplessly.

Roman chuckled at that and returned to looking at the Disney merchandise, while Virgil made his way over to the band t-shirts.

"Look!!! Look at it!!!! It's so cuuuutttteeee!!!!!!" Patton fawned. He checked the tag for the price and immediately frowned. "Shoot..." He mumbled under his breath.

"What's wrong?" Logan asked, then checked the price. $39.98. Not too expensive, but expensive enough to be a pain.

"Ah. Not bring enough money?" Patton slowly nodded at the question, looking...guilty? Or maybe disappointed? Logan didn't really know, only that it was making Patton upset.

Logan frowned at that. Someone as bright and kind as Patton shouldn't be unhappy! Patton deserved to be happy at least 100% of the time, Logan thought.

"Logan!!! Come here!!! Look at this!" Roman called from behind a shelf somewhere, knocking Logan out of his thoughts.

"Uh- excuse me for a second Patton." Patton nodded with a small (was it sad, too?) smile as Logan went to find Roman.

Roman was located behind a shelf filled with more Disney merchandise. "What, Roman? I was kind of busy." He asked, clearly annoyed.

"Yeah, busy failing at wooing him." Roman rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Seriously Logan, how could you be so dense?"

"Do you want me to provide a list of examples and events that you were being 'dense' at?"

Roman simply groaned. "C'mon Logan, think for a second! Patton doesn't have enough money for the plush that makes him smile. A smile which you love seeing. Therefore, what do you do with that fat wallet of yours?"

It suddenly clicked in Logan's head. "Oh. Oh! Do you think he'll be happy about it?"

"Of course he will! He'll adore you!" Roman pushed Logan out from behind the shelf. "Now go gettem!"

Meanwhile, Patton was talking with Virgil.

"Hey, Virge! Did you find anything?"

All Virgil had to do to answer the question was look at Patton with the pile of shirts in his arms.

"Uh. Yeah." Virgil replied, thinking of how embarrassing this was.

Patton giggled a bit. "Do you need help carrying that?"

"Please." Virgil sighed.

Patton took some of the shirts and other clothing items (were those fishnets?!) out of Virgil's hands.

"So, are you doing ok?" Patton asked.

"O-oh. Yeah, I'm ok. I'm just worried about...if Roman is. Like, what if he's mad at me? I bet thats what he and Logan are talking about right now-"

"Slow down, Virgil." Patton interrupted. "I'm sure they aren't, and I really doubt that Roman's mad at you. If he was mad, he seems like the type to show it."

"That's...probably right." Virgil mumbled.

"Just calm down a bit, and have some fun! You are having fun, aren't you?"

Virgil smiled lightly. "Yeah. I am."

Patton smiled too. "Then let's go have more fun!"

And with that, Patton grabbed Virgil's hand and dragged him to the next shelf, looking through more cute things.

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{Next}

Dear all of the people who thought Virgil would figure it out this chapter,

HA! Y'all thought WRONG! Virgil and Roman share the same brain cell, but neither of them use it!

Taglist in reblog

Reblogs are appreciated!💖

[universal-kitty]

1 for the AU meme for your ship with REGGIE I MEAN WRENCH

Reverse Self-Ship AU Meme

[ referencing This Post ]

What kind of blog does your f/o have?

A general self-ship blog! It's largely focused on the game and pictures of the MC- me!- but he also ship-posts a LOT in reference to his self-ship. Like... As far as "balance" goes, the blog is probably structured about...70% game posts (with majority being his own screenshots), 30% his self-ship content (commissioned art, fanfic [his and comm'd], etc.)

Do they selfship on main?

Yes and no. His main blog has largely been abandoned after he started self-shipping. Said sideblog used to also be a "gaming" sideblog, before he got neck-deep in the game and decided to just give in.

So the blog isn't a main blog, but it might as well be, since it gets more love than most of his accounts. (His Twitter is second-most used. He still retweets pics from the game or fanart, tho.)

Do they look like a regular fan?

More or less, yeah! He still dresses as he did in his OG canon (so very punk, wears his full, electronic mask OR a "face mask" that's all deco'd up), but when lazing around at home or going to a convention, he'll start wearing merch. Maybe on bad/need-comfort days, too.

Otherwise, you'd be hard-pressed to know the shit-talking punk at the local gig is a huge self-ship nerd in love with a video game character.

Quiet reblogs or lots of gushing?

SO much gushing. It's why he made the blog! His friends were sick of him filling up the group chat with his gush-posts, so he understood...and made a blog about it, instead. (Marcus follows it and cheers him on; it was sorta his "fault" that this happened, anyways.)

He's shy to gush on other people's posts/art/etc., so you'll see him get quieter there...but it's very not uncommon for him to make a post after the reblog and gush there, instead. So he doesn't embarrass himself with far more public gushing.

Lots of analyses of your character and your source or incoherent blabbering?

Both! Incoherent blabbering is what most people get after the content runs dry or he doesn't have energy/time that day to get more content... Though he uses his rudimentary people skills (of which he admits to having little) to analyze the game and my character.

...He's also the Fandom Troublemaker as he sometimes posts hot takes in the tags. Largely that he fully believes none of my romance interests are good enough for me and I deserve better, etc. etc. He's a little shit and doesn't pretend otherwise, but there are DEFINITELY people in the fandom who are sick of hearing him, LMAO. (Those who don't have him blocked at this point try to troll... Only to typically get hacked. Bigger "crimes" get worse off, too; Wrench and Co. don't hold back. He's a nuisance, but he's THEIR nuisance and they'll help him shoot back when someone gets really bad.)

Do they have a headcanon blog?

He's considered it, but ended up just following HC blogs, instead. He's admittedly pretty jealous and very picky on what ships he likes (which are few and far between, especially in-canon), so... He'd rather separate himself from that side of things.

Do they try to roleplay as you?

Also no! 😂 Again with the jealousy/clingy thing... However, he does do F/O Takeovers! He loves those and getting to write out his ideas of how I act, how our relationship is, etc.

(He is definitely the type to icon collect, tho. Another reason why he loves Takeovers! Finally, his screenshotting and editing skills are put to use...!)

[heart-waves]

|| tips on giving and receiving more interaction ||

Since as someone with anxiety I know it can be hard sometimes! Here is some stuff that works for me :)

On giving more interaction:

• Try your best to send an ask when reblogging an ask game! Most people will 100% appreciate it, and it's a good chance to start interacting more if you're not used to it. Even if you're not reblogging it, it's always a nice thing to do.

• If you see someone's gush post, acknowledge it! A like is a nice and simple way to show that you support their feelings. If you can, never be afraid to reply or send an ask telling them that their F/Os return their affections. Validation is always lovely to get!

• If you're nervous about sending asks, there are a few things you can do:

Send it anonymously if it is enabled! If you want to, you can also sign it with an emoji or pseudonym.

Another good rule of thumb if you're nervous - would you object to getting a nice ask? Usually the answer is no, of course! There's generally no reason to hold off on sending positivity their way, even if it's small.

If they are okay with F/O letters, absolutely send them one if you can! Even just a little note can make someone's day - OOC or not. I've recieved an ""OOC"" letter or two. Trust me, they're adorable and always incredible to see.

• Make sure to read their about, DNI, and F/O list if available! Be certain that any shared F/Os are comfortabley shared, and double check their about for things such as pronouns, interests, or blacklists. Not everyone has these, but it never hurts to check!

On recieving more interaction:

• Related to the point above, please please please have an accessible F/O list. Most people uncomfortable sharing won't want to interact if they're uncertain of your faves, and those comfortable sharing generally don't want to step on any toes if you are not. Put a link in your bio or pinned post - there are guides online if you need them.

• If you want, add a list of interests as well! I generally seek out people who ship in the same fandom as I do, or have similar interests.

• Make a promo! Doesn't have to be anything fancy, but if you want you could add pictures, GIFs, dividers, etc. Be sure to reblog the promos of others when you see them, too.

• From my experience, interaction begets more interaction! Reach out to anyone who seems cool (and if uncomfy with DMs, asks work just as well), and even if your posts don't have many notes yet, maybe you'll have a friend to talk to!

• Tag your posts if possible! Even an "ok to reblog," or "reblogs appreciated," can help a lot - on the same note, if you want to know what kind of content you can produce, here are some ideas:

Writing and art are the most obvious ideas - they don't have to be good or even a lot. Scribble on a napkin. Make snippits of dialogue. Post one or two headcanons about your S/I, your F/O, or your ship.

Picrews are fun if you don't want to or don't have the energy to draw! Remember to link the picrew for credit, as well.

You can also make moodboards, simple edits, playlists, positivity or imagines, anything that you think might be fun to do? Try it! There's no harm in not being a ~master editor~ or anything else for that matter, as long as your having fun.

• Tag mutuals in your posts, and offer to be tagged in return! A lot of us are in different time zones, and if someone is following you than I'm sure they want to see your content. Personally, I love being tagged in others' stuff!

• Lastly, though it can be frustrating at times for smaller blogs, remember that notes aren't everything. Are you having fun? Are you enjoying what your posting? Then it doesn't matter how many or how few notes you get - that itself is enough.

[jslittlebirdie]

Do you have any advices on how I could start/carry my own self-ship blog? It wouldn't be J in my case, but someone a bit similiar to him (also a Batman/Gotham "villian"). I feel like I don't possess that level of creativity, do you maybe have some suggestions for me? How do you come up with so many amazing self-ship ideas, scenarios, etc. ?

Hello, my love 💗💖

First of all, I am so proud of you for reaching out and sending me these questions! I am so incredibly happy for you and your F/O and wish you the most wonderful time together🤗❤️ Never forget, your F/O always loves and adores you so much, no matter what!

Do you have any advices on how I could start/carry my own self-ship blog?

The most important thing is that you have fun and enjoy yourself. Self-shipping is about self-love, self-acceptance and self-care. You can create your own blog any way you want (as long as you don't harm yourself or others). Your blog is your little home and you should like it.

First, you should create a bio on your blog listing your status as a self-shipper and whether or not it is okay for you to share your F/O, meaning that others may interact with you if you have the same F/O.

As your first post, I would recommend making a list of all your F/Os (if you have more than one) and all possible ship names. In my case I use the tag "J and Sue" for all of my self-shipping posts.

You could also write some general information about you and your F/O in your first post, such as when and how you first met your F/O, why you love them, what you have in common, etc.

And you could pin this first post so it always appears first on your blog.

Instead, you could also create a "Carrd" with this information and then link it in your bio or in your first post. "Carrd" is a free platform to create one-page sites. You can use it for pretty much everything, including self-shipping.

You can then also start introducing your F/O by posting/reblogging pictures or gifs of them.

Also, you can follow other (self-shipping) blogs that interest you. But please make sure they are okay with it first. Most of them have linked lists with certain rules where they write who is allowed to interact with them and if they are comfortable sharing their F/O's - these are so called DNI/BYF lists. But don't worry, most self-shippers are really kind and friendly.

I feel like I don't possess that level of creativity, do you maybe have some suggestions for me? How do you come up with so many amazing self-ship ideas, scenarios, etc. ?

Don't worry, darling. You are definitely not uncreative. And the last thing you should do is force anything. As I said before, self-shipping should bring you fun and joy. Inspiration and creativity come and go. There are days when you could probably write a whole book about you and your F/O, but there are also days when you can hardly think about anything. But that's completely normal. It's nothing to worry about.

What I do is imagine everyday situations and then ask myself how my F/O would react. For example, what would you and your F/O do if you had a day off all to yourselves? Would you spend a few cozy hours inside, maybe watch a movie together and cuddle, or would you go out?

You can also develope your F/O's personality and biography and create your own headcannons about it. How much is known about your F/O? Does your F/O have a past? But also such things as your F/O's favorite food or favorite clothes are interesting.

I can also recommend you reblog self-shipping ask games. These are usually a series of questions that others can ask you about you and your F/O. I linked one here for you.

Of course, these are all just recommendations. But I hope that my answer might be a bit helpful for you, my love. If you have any more questions or just want to gush about your F/O, my ask box is always open for you🤗 And if you decide to create your own blog, I would love for you to let me know. But of course only if you want to and feel comfortable doing so😊😊 I would love to hear from you again, darling🥰❤️ Please stay well and safe!

[atricksterproblem]

So you want to make a self-ship blog...

I feel like there might be a need for a post like this. I used to get questions about this, and some of the advice blogs out there still seem to get them often. So, not that anybody asked for this but here it is anyway, here are some ideas for what to do with your blog:

1. Post content of your F/Os. Share pictures, quotes, and short videos if there are any. Reblog fan art that you like, or fan fiction that you like. 

2. Make your own content about them if you want. If you like to draw, do that. If you write, post what you write. I’ve seen people post pictures of embroidery they’ve done and I’ve posted one of a necklace I made, all related to F/Os. 

3. Gush if you’re feeling soft! Write letters to your F/Os! Sometimes you might even get answers. 

4. Play the ask games, and send some asks back to whoever you reblogged them from.

5. Post things that remind you of your F/Os or are related to the theme of your ship somehow: aesthetics, links to music, moodboards.

6. If you have more than one F/O, put a list on the blog somewhere with who they are and what type of F/O (romantic, platonic, familial, etc). Most people do this on an about page of some sort. I only have a few so I just put it in my blog’s header. You may also want to indicate whether you’re comfortable sharing any of them so that other shippers know if they should interact or not.

7. Follow other self-ship blogs you like. You’ll gradually find a place for yourself in the community if you start reaching out this way.

8. There’s no one right way to self-ship. As long as you’re respectful of others, do your thing however you want, even if it seems like nobody else is.

I hope this helps somebody!

[asphalt-cocktail]

For the Sake of Content- Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Sex Money

Summary: After walking in on your long-term boyfriend, Harrison, cheating on you and then losing your job the following day; your find yourself broke, jobless, and single for the first time in a long while. In order to make ends meet, your best friend since college, Freddie, suggests you start soliciting explicit photos of yourself, not only to help boost your confidence but to help pay the rent for his band mate’s apartment you just moved into.

A/N: ALL RIGHTY CUTIES!! This is where the story starts to pick up! I might take a little break in writing because the next chapter has literally taken me a week and a half to write up because I just can not get it right and I want to work ahead for when the semester begins to pick up. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this newest chapter! As always I really appreciate and read every comment I get on this, and love all the likes, reblogs, and asks i have been getting!

Pairing: Roger Taylor x F!Reader

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex work, cam sex, mutual masturbation, masturbation, sexual tension, some friendly banter between roger and reader, slight arguing, maybe some slut shaming, not proof read, shit is getting juicy.

Word Count: 2.4k

Today was the day.

After heavy deliberation and a lot of working around schedules you and Mojo_Man had found a day and time that worked for the two of you. In the time it took to plan this whole ordeal you found that Mojo_Man, whoever he was, was pleasant to talk to and he even paid for a lifetime subscription to your Snapchat. The attention he had been giving you was nice to say the least.

You wore just a silky robe and sat strategically in front of your camera, only showing your shoulders on down. Your computer screen lit up with the call, you let it ring a few times before you answered, to make it look like you hadn’t been nervously waiting for this mystery man to call you.

When he answered, his room was darker than yours, only illuminated by a dull orange light in the corner of the room. You could make out the shape of his body, he was slim but looked like his body was secretly lean by the definition you could see in his arms. You couldn’t tell much more because like you, his face was also covered.

“Hey,” You said, shifting to sit on your knees, your thighs peaking through the gap in your dressing gown.

Mojo waved and the little typing icon popped up. ‘Sorry, no mic.’ He sent.

You couldn’t help but smile even though he couldn’t see it, waving your hand in a dismissive manor “’S okay.” You said casually, “So,” You dragged out the ‘o’ “Thank you for your generous gifts,” You shifted once more, purposefully slipping your robe down your shoulders “What do you want to do first?” You asked in a sensual manor.

Mojo Man sighed deeply as though he were in thought, ‘You can slip the rest of the robe off if you wanted.’ You felt heat spreading from the back of your neck to the tips of your ears at how polite he was. You found that typically men were very demanding and wanted to be in control, often ordering you around. But for once, it was nice to have a suggestion instead of a command.

You glanced down and undid the tie around your waist, opening the robe and sliding it down. The silky fabric pooled around your hips as your breasts became exposed for your one-man audience. You saw the slender man’s chest heave with arousal and felt a surge of pride swell through you. Your hand traveled down your chest, rubbing over the swell of your breasts and kneading them delicately in your hand before you moved down, pinching and rubbing your nipples between your thumb and pointer finger to get them erect. It didn’t take long before they hardened, your touch working in tandem with the cold.

You lifted your hips, sliding out of what remained of your robe and rubbed your hands along your thighs. The breath in the back of your throat hitched when you watched the stranger shift his camera ever so slightly down to expose his cock that lazily laid against his stomach. He stroked it in slow languid motions. You could see his chest rising and falling as he began to get more erect in his hand.

A soft moan left your mouth at the sight. God a stranger’s dick shouldn’t have been this arousing to you, but here you were.

Your legs instinctively spread apart exposing yourself to him and you dipped your finger between your fold. Grinding it in circular motions around your clit in an attempted to match his pace. Your hips bucked against your hand’s slow teasing pace and your eyes remained locked on the internet man’s dick and his hand firmly gripping his now fully erect member.

You whimpered, picking your pace up and now strumming your self rapidly, throwing your head back with a breathy moan, “Come on, baby I wanna hear you.” You sensually said. You hadn’t even thought of the words before they left your mouth.

Mojo’s hand faltered a moment before his free hand typed out a message to you, ‘I don’t know.. I don’t want my roommate to hear.’ You couldn’t help but smirk, thinking of the unsuspecting Roger who could walk into the apartment at any moment or walk into your room at any moment and see you fingering yourself for some stranger.

“It’s okay, I’m sure they wont mind.” you said slowing your strumming yourself and watched as the little crossed out microphone icon became bolded. A shiver of anticipation ran through you as you watched the mystery man once again, tightly grip his hard cock and pump it in his hand. He let out a shaky breath and you felt your face heating up at the sound. His voice was soft with a hidden roughness behind it that made your tummy tingle, “Come on, baby, let me hear you.” You said moving against yourself with more vigor.

The internet stranger’s jerking pumps matched your pace and your slightly staticky voices mingled together and filled both yours and his room. The slender man’s hips bucked against his hand as the two of continued to watch each other get off.

“Fuck,” You abruptly hissed out, your fingers buried deep inside you, hitting all the right spots “Can… can I come please?” the words slipped out of you mouth with little thought.

A short laugh bubbled from the man’s chest, “Not yet, baby.” You could tell his jaw was clenched tightly from how he spoke.

Your eyes fluttered shut and you tipped your head back trying to picture his face. Darker blonde hair, that was confirmed by the light dusting of chest hair he had, and blue? No. Green eyes.

He choked out a desperate sigh, “Shit,” he grunted, thrusting hard into his hand, “I’d love to see that ass of yours bouncing on my cock.”

Your walls clenched at his words, he could see it from the angle of his camera, and you let out a high-pitched sigh in response. The closer he got the more vocal he was. You loved every vulgar word that fell like syrup from his lips.

But there was something so familiar about his voice that caused your mind to spin. Your fogged over lust filled brain could barely comprehend what was going on after being on edge from your release for so long. It was as though your toes danced on the ledge of a building and the threat of falling was hammering against your chest.

Suddenly your walls clenched, and you sobbed out, having to cover your mouth to stifle the noise while you rolled your hips against your fingers. The mystery man soon followed, shooting ropes of come onto his stomach, he sat for a moment to catch his breath “Be right back,” He mumbled before abruptly standing up and leaving his computer chair probably for some tissues.

The light flicked on in his room and you took in what little you could see in, the cluttered clothes on the floor, the messy bed spread that made it look as though he kicked it off every time he woke up. It was interesting to see into the lives of your clients.

He came back and his computer screen illuminated his now clothed chest. He was now wearing an old Jimi Hendrix shirt and you couldn’t help but smile- Roger had the same shirt, upon further inspection you saw that Roger also had the same bracelets and necklace your client wore too. Your stomach clenched with dread “Roger! You- you” you pointed an accusatory finger at the camera, not caring that it fell, exposing your face as you abruptly got up and struggled to find your words. A wave of confusion and rage washed over you, causing your orgasmic fog to dissipate immediately.

“[Y/N]?” Roger sounded just as confused as you felt “Oh, fuck.” He muttered to himself.

You threw your robe back on and stomped over to your door, ripping it open and meeting Roger half way down the hallway “How could you watch me masturbate!” You shouted at him, raising and flailing your arms in frustration.

“How was I supposed to know it was you masturbating!” He shouted back in an equally frustrated voice, “Fucking Christ.” He hastily ran a hand through his hair, “You spread your pussy for every bloke on the internet now? Is that how you pay for the rent, with-” He motioned between the two of you, blowing out a frustrated puff of air “With dirty sex money?”

Your mouth could have hit the floor if it was possible, “It’s none of your bloody business how I make my money! It’s Fred’s fault anyways, he suggested it!” Your brain vividly played Fred’s voice over and over again in your head before you pushed it aside to clear up more questions “You were the one that gave me the dirty sex money anyways!” you were on a roll now, “What the fuck kind of a name is Mojo Man anyways! You couldn’t have come up with something clever?”

Roger’s jaw gaped much like yours, his face riddled with disbelief, “I can’t help it I’m horny and want to pay for attention from girls!” Roger clenched his fists together in frustration and pushed past you, hastily slipping his shoes on, not even bothering to untie them and throwing on a leather jacket “It’s a Jimi Hendrix song, by the way.” He hissed, slamming your apartment door behind him causing the mirror in the hallway to slant.

You let out a frustrated noise, a cross between a growl and a groan and found your self pacing the hall, back and forth, back and forth while muttering to yourself like you’d gone mad. “Fucking hell! I can’t believe I wasn’t more careful, what am I? A fucking fool, that’s what you are.” You stopped yourself, realizing your solo conversation was making you look more insane than you had hoped. You raided the fridge, stealing several of Roger’s beers. He wouldn’t mind anyways, it wasn’t like the two of you had boundaries anymore after wanking in front of each other.

So, there you sat, on the couch, brooding, thinking, and drinking several beers. You hated to admit it, but the chemistry between you and Roger during your private session with him was hot, just thinking about it caused a clench in your gut that you couldn’t push away. You thought of ringing up Freddie for advice, but you could already hear the howling laughter that would rattle your ear drums, so you opted to continue thinking in silence. But still found your mind drifting back to his words, the rise and fall of his soft chest, and his soft gravely moans that would forever haunt your memory.

An idea crept into your brain, slinking against the shadows before it forced its way through and now had your full attention. You couldn’t shove it away and it echoed against your brain.

Ask Roger to help you with your content.

You’d seen it many times and heard girls talking about it on various forums and chatroom communities dedicated to sex work but never though you’d ever come across the opportunity yourself. Countless women had their spouses, partners, and even friends help with their content from time to time; they found that it helped provide a variety of things to post and proved to be an advantage.

You mulled it over a bit more, sipping on your cold beer. It would be nice to not have to take screen shots of videos you took of you doing various poses and there was the benefit of actually having sex. You hadn’t gotten any action from a real-life human being since Harrison and frankly, you’d forgotten what good sex was like and something told you that Roger would be able to help you remember.

The come down from your adrenaline high mixed with the beer and soon put you to sleep on the couch. Only waking up to Roger roughly shaking you. He reeked of cigarettes, you scrunched your nose up and could tell he’d taken a walk outside to chain smoke and think. It was a stress habit you’d noticed in your few months of living with him.

You blinked one blurry eye at him, your vision clearing and noted the soft, almost sympathetic gaze he’d cast down at you. You sat up, sitting sideways into the corner of the couch to offer him a seat which he graciously accepted, “I’m sorry for calling your money dirty sex money.” Roger mumbled, his face flushed with embarrassment.

You cleared the sleep from your throat “I’m sorry for making fun of your username.” You mumbled in the same apologetic tone. You turned your body towards him and let out a nervous cough, just enough to force his gaze in your direction, “I… um… I wanted-” you inhaled and exhaled deeply before you started over again to gather your thoughts “Do you want to help me?”

Roger jumped at the volume of your voice and you mumbled a soft ‘sorry’ before looking back at him. His face was riddled with confusion, “What?” He asked quirking his head to the side.

“You know, filming and content and stuff.” You couldn’t bare to look at him any longer, the conversation was almost painful making it easy to avert your gaze.

Roger cleared his throat and tried to act casual, but he was almost as uncomfortable as you, “Would… would I get a part of the profit?” He asked, sneaking a side glance at you.

You honestly hadn’t even though of that. “80/20” That was the first number that popped up into your mind.

Roger scoffed, “50/50” he argued back, “If my dicks going to be on display, I want half.”

You found yourself frowning deeply “70/30 and I won’t hide my face anymore, but you can.”

Roger hummed, you didn’t know if he was actually in deep thought or just mocking you, “Fine, but we also get to fuck without cameras too, and I want the first time we hook up to just be natural, no cameras.” He crossed his arms over his chest “Got to make sure it’s worth my time.” He made sure to add.

You rolled your eyes at his back handed comment, “You talk a big game, bet you’ll be the disappointing one.” You knew it was a lie the moment you said it. But you would never admit it.

[worldoffanficskpopcpop]

Hwang Hyunjin Fluff Fanfic Recommendation Masterlist

Hello! Welcome to my fanfic recommendations! If you would like to see other groups or other content in regards to this artist or their group, please click the links below! All of the masterlists/posts I’ve made will always be updated when I find new content or scenarios! Feel free to recommend me some blogs to check out! Also, you like my fanfic recommendations, please like and/or reblog so that more people can see it! I will release more groups as time goes on!

Go Back to Stray Kids’ Main Masterlist

Go Back to All Group Masterlist

A

After You: “After you” 

all me: “Oh, you should see my girl, she’s beautiful. I think you guys would be great friends.” 

a study method: you’ve been studying for so long and hyunjin just wants your attention, damn it.

B

Bad Day: Hyunjin had a bad day and all he wants is to spend the rest of his time with you.

Bestie: Hyunjin takes you to a thrift store and almost let his feelings out

Bird’s Nest: You try to teach Hyunjin to braid your hair.

Boyfriend: You asked Hyunjin to pretend to be your bf for a wedding and got something out of it by the end of the night

C

Cheesy Smiles: Why is Hwang Hyunjin knocking on your door at 10 o’clock at night?!

Cheek Kiss” You and Hyunjin say your goodbyes after a long day of dance practice

Christmas Present: Hyunjin had a present for you but backed out llast minute. Thankfully, Jisung decided to shove his butt into the situation and gave you the present Hyunjin was hiding. 

Clingy: Hyunjin knows exactly how to cheer you up when you’re stressed

Complete Adoration: Hyunjin is always there to help you de-stress from a stressful study session with his warm embrace 

Completed: When your life takes an unexpected turn, you have 9 friends to rely on

Coffee Shop: You didn’t expect the manager of the coffee shop you usually go, to come up and hold a conversation with you

Cuddles: Hyunjin helping you during your sleepless nights

Cuddles and Kisses: Hyunjin being the sweetest boyfriend ever

D

Dance Teacher: Hyunjin tries to teach you to dance

drunken with a sense of love: you and hyunjin got drunk at different times, and you two took care of each other in similar ways.

E

Endless Teasing: “Can you reach it?”

English Lessons: Hyunjin falls in love with someone who’s moved to Korea to teach English.

F

Face masks: How dare Hyunjin used your limited edition face masks.

Fake Baby:  I found a fake pregnancy test and decided to play a little prank on my boyfriend. 

First Date: A date with Hyunjin. Is it romantic or cute?

G

H

Hyunjin’s Little Crush: Hyunjin still has a huge crush on you…

I

I Guess I Love You: “or something like that. Nothing too mushy.” 

J

Just Like Lovers Do: After a routine 1 am movie marathon, you definitely didn’t expect the words that come from your boyfriend 

K

L

Late night adventure: “Fine but if I get caught once I’m allowed back out, I’m coming for you.”

Lazy Mornings and Compensations: Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter 

llama: “I found this picture of a llama…”  

Lips: you’re insecure about your dry, chapped lips and refuse the increasingly impatient kisses hyunjin tries to give you.

Lucky Charm: “Close your eyes and hold out your hands”  

M

made for you: “ I just wanted to give it to you. There shouldn’t be a special occasion just so I could give you flowers you know. These flowers are bright and beautiful, just how you are.”

Mines?: Jisung and Felix cooked up a game of truth or dare to get you and Hyunjin to confess your feelings for each other

Mint: Hyunjin loves mint. One day you buy mint lip balm without thinking

N

Nervous Kisses: You two finally pay a visit to your parents’ place, but the short trip is all you’ve ever wanted plus more 

O

Oh, You Baby (Older reader): scary movies definitely aren’t Hyunjins thing.

P

Parents’ Approval: “Sorry I’m late”

Pas de Deux: Putting it this way, Hwang Hyunjin was the first boy who ever fished you - and kissed you, but both were dance related, and it was a pancake kiss.

Post Break Up: the kiss that catches both of you off guard, but says i miss you, i’m sorry and please love me again all at once without any words being spoken.

Proposal: Hyunjin’s proposal to you 

Q

R

redamancy: Didn’t know calling Hyunjin cute would land you a boyfriend during dance practice 

rooftop surprise: Hyunjin really is the type of person to cry whenever you do something nice for him 

S

Silent ‘I Love You’s’: When you completely overwork yourself, Hyunjin and the rest of the boys are always there to pick you up when you need it most 

Soft Hyunjin: Hyunjin being soft. 

Softly, Slowly:Everyone knows Hwang Hyunjin is the complete package. Experiencing him for yourself, however, was a whole different story

Snacks and Snaps: when in a national park to take photos for your photography class, you bumped into someone you didn’t think would have much of an impact on your life. Oh, how wrong you were.

Strawberries: Your boyfriend hates being ignored, and so, naturally, your favorite thing to do when he does something wrong is to ignore him

T

the eyes and the heart: there are so many things you love about hyunjin, starting with his eyes.

The Morning After, Hwang Hyunjin: You and Hyunjin question what your relationship is after an unexpected night together.

Things You Said With No Space Between Us: Things you said with no space between us

Thoughtful: “You might like this”

Trip To Hawaii:  After multiple canceled dates and long nights at the studio, Hyunjin and I were finally able to be alone. This time we’d have zero interruptions as we relaxed in Hawaii.

U

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W

X

Y

Z

[chaotic-lover]

Rules, asks, and more!

A bit about the blog:

It's made and run by @fo-love, I'm doing this purely for entertainment reasons and to get some serotonin, yknow? Anyway, please take it a bit easy, I'm one person pretending to be multiple 😅

Rules:

If you want to request a story go to @fo-love if you want it in Kai's perspective

Please don't be rude

Be a bit patient, I'm one person and not only do I have this blog, I also have my main blog and two more!

This will all be in my f/o's perspective(s)!

Asks are always open, don't be scared to say something! :)

Submissions are also open at all times!

I'm 16, if you aren't comfortable with that please leave!

My f/o list and my current f/o hyperfixation is on my main blog (fo-love, tagged above)

This is for my personal enjoyment so hate of any kind is not tolerated unless I know you're joking!

If you do hate on me, I won't hesitate to block you, it may seem harsh but it's for mental health reasons

You may request; stories, headcanons, reactions, drawings, "how would [insert f/o] draw [thing]?" types of asks (I enjoy them actually!!), etc

Your ask doesn't have to be based on an f/o I'm hyperfixated on! I love all my f/os and would be happy to write for them!

The blog is basically f/o takeover but for as long as I have this blog and it's all my f/os

It isn't strictly limited to my romantic f/os, platonic and familial are always allowed!!

Asks:

Pretty much any type of ask is good!

Just want to chat? That's allowed! (it'll be my f/o, not me/kai though!)

Just a reminder, this isn't an x reader blog, it's for self shipping

Drawings of me x my f/o requests

"how would [f/o] draw [thing]?" asks (ex: "how would Denki draw kai?, how would Cheshire draw a cat?, how would saeyoung draw flowers?, etc)

Just curious asks! (ex: what's your favorite present that kai got you, [f/o]?, do you plan on proposing to kai, [f/o]?, @[f/o] how did you and Kai end up together?, etc)

Literally anything!!

Poly is also ok!!!

My other blogs:

For your curiosity!

@fo-love - main blog, self shipping, art, headcanons, reblogs, etc. Sfw!

@dumbass-fan - reblogs of x reader fics/hcs/etc and some art I enjoy! Sfw and n/sfw!

@soft--cuddles - blog where I write yandere oc x reader fics/hcs/etc. Sfw and n/sfw!

Extras:

I will be updating this when needed!

I won't be accepting n/sfw requests yet, let me get used to the blog first!

In each post, it'll have a starting/ending picture of the f/o that's talking/that the (fic/hc/etc) is about to avoid confusion :)

The aesthetic might change so keep an eye out, I don't want you getting confused

Reblogs over likes as most blogs say but really either is fine! I'm just glad you're enjoying my work (if you are)! :)

Once I post enough I'll make a masterlist!

Sorry for bad formatting on any posts!! I'm on mobile!

[universal-kitty]

.: Day 1 - F/O February :.

Reverse Self-Ship: You are your F/O’s F/O!!

I’m from a video game series akin to an odd mix of Watch_Dogs and Grand Theft Auto. Things can get a little pervy, hijacking cars is involved, stealth and adventure abound...but so is a bunch of ridiculous, silly things, like a petting minigame that triggers randomly when interacting with my cat.

There’s a single-player mode focused on my background and meeting up with past friends or exes...and is story-based, allowing you to attack and kill them, befriend them again... All sorts of stuff.

Also, the option to adopt more cats and become a crazy cat lady...in spirit.

Shit, romance people if you want! Live life!

Marcus got Wrench (Reggie) the game as a birthday gift. It was mostly a joke, because Reg REALLY thought he wouldn’t like it....and what else do best friends do but give their bffs prank gifts?

Still, Marcus bought it for him new... So Reg boots it up and gives it a chance, anyways.

......holy shit, he actually likes this WAY more than he first thought he would.

First of all, he HATES animals; every one he’s ever met seems to hate him and hurt him, so he’s turned his back on animalkind. However, throughout the game, I’m NOTHING but kind to every animal and suspicious of every person I meet.... Some of which he understands completely. There are some ASSHOLES in this game!!

Also, the way I croon to my cat and get into baby talk... It’s so damn cute to him. Really makes him feel some kinda way, which he flushes over. (Haha, wow that’s embarrassing.)

The point is, he ends up hating animals a little less and starts loving cats a LOT more.

Actually had to put down the controller and walk away from the game when doing a dancing minigame. He could barely focus on the button commands with how cute I was being while doing the dances.

Proceeds to look up people who 100% the dances just so he can save them to his phone. Watch them whenever he wants.

Later deletes them, 100%s them on his own, and THEN saves them onto his phone. Is a lot more happy with them, cause they’re HIS gameplay videos and not someone else’s.

LOVES messing around with outfits. Someone on the staff was either a big fan of cats or just...made that my most out-there personality trait (second only to the games and show in my world that are obviously knock-offs of real-world games), but he’s not complaining. Running around in cat ears and a cat tail? So damn cute.

His personal favorites are the masks I have combined with the matching jackets; it makes me feel more relatable to him...but he’s a greedy man and always eventually takes them off so he can look at my face.

Has SO MANY PICTURES on Facebook of him playing this damn game. Marcus kinda thought he was pranking at first, but now the whole squad knows Reg is a bit of an addict.

They got him the other games on Christmas and he cried. Everyone was....kinda in awe.

Josh got him a t-shirt with my character on it that reads “Bee Paw-sitive~!” on it. He wears it a LOT.

He definitely started up a collection that rivaled....basically no one else in the fandom.

HATES seeing the fandom pairings. And since you can romance anyone due to my sexuality canonly being Panromantic...it’s frustrating.

(Well, he’s Bi, so some of the people he wouldn’t mind sharing with, yeah....but he’s specifically venomous over the people he’s SURE are my friends only. Or are/were super toxic to me in my past. So, so bitter that anyone likes those ships, but holds his tongue only bc he got a figurine of me doing some cutesy pose next to his monitor. It helps him keep his head.)

Literally has a savings account reserved for merchandise. If it exists, he wants to buy it. If it doesn’t, but someone’s commissions are open? He’s gonna buy it.

Has bought art, jumped on art-trades/requests to get MORE art of us together. Has two plushies of me, as well as a body pillow. Continues to seek more things.

Is honestly upset that my size is medium (and so he can’t wear my canonly fitted clothes), BUT that doesn’t stop him from owning a single shirt in my size AND getting items that mimic my wardrobe.

He likes to imagine we can match together....or I can wear HIS version of my fave shirts when mine are dirty~!

Is still debating getting a kitten. Until that day, cat plushes are among the only other plushes he has (aside from mine).

Weird as he felt about it, he later admitted to his friends that he....kinda felt romantically towards me? And was thinking about just being fictoromantic...

Josh was the first one to see no problem with it and fast. People can be hard to work with, so... You do you. (Reg then felt bad about bullying him so much....oop.)

Horatio was also quickly on board. “Hey man, they make you happy. If it helps, it helps.”

Marcus....was a little more confused, but got in the spirit of it, regardless. “man, if I knew you would’ve actually liked it, I woulda got it for you a lot sooner!! Have fun, man.”

Sitara doesn’t quite get it, but.... It sure explains why Reg kept pestering her to tag “Purrfect Anarchy” in certain places and commissioning her for stylized art of him with them.

T-Bone....kinda harasses him about it, but the group stands by Reg. Josh is pretty upset about it, though.

He also follows every piece of news and publicly shares it, after admitting to being ficto. LOTS more pictures like, “Cutie’s got good taste.” [selfie with him sticking out his tongue and wearing one of the replica shirts] “Dinner date with bae!” [screenshot of me looking at the screen of his laptop, dinner and candlelight between us]

Everyone rolled with it more and more over time, so now it’s entirely not uncommon for them to bribe Reg to do things by dragging me into it...

Sitara: Hey, you leaving? Wrench: ...yeah, why? Sitara: Can you get me a coffee while you’re out? Wrench: Wh-? Why should I get you-? Sitara: I bet Rachel would like you doing something like that, y’know. Wrench: .....That’s cruel. You’re cruel. Sitara: I know~! You know how I like it, thank you, and Rachel loves you. Wrench: [sputters audibly and shuffles out the door, muttering to himself, embarrassed]

They don’t do a LOT of crimes anymore, but... Definitely still fuck shit up w/ cops. Reg daydreams a shitton about a masked romance and the anarchy we could commit together... After all, I helped him be braver. So he could help me, too, and then..... So much glorious chaos. Maybe makeouts in his car...

Was literally the type to not give a SHIT about marriage or kids, but now nonstop thinks about our lives together. Anarchy and domestic lifestyle shit can coexist, right? We can be married, have our cute lil’ two story (three, if you count the attic AND a basement), and some kids.....and also go create anarchy and throw bricks at cop cars and cause so much damn trouble..... Right?

He’ll even get a CAT for our home. It’ll be our first kid and not only will he be SO COOL, but they’ll name her (yes, a girl) Princess Leia and I’ll probably cry in happiness!!

Reg is DETERMINED to be the best husband/boyfriend ever. Doesn’t matter which, cause whatever speed I’d like to go at? Hell yeah, he’s down for it. Just as long as he can still hold my hand and gush over how cute I am and-

Has gushed about me and my series before and WILL do so again, prompted or not.

Actually participated in the fandom a little. Mostly does reblogs and such, but has written a few stories (self-inserts are the majority), done some not too shabby art, and prides himself on being the BIGGEST fan of the series with all the merch he has AND commissions bought.

Made a select few friends who also are fans, but... Is constantly anxious about his self-shipping. Either that they might eventually think he’s weird, send more anon hate (he’s gotten some in the past for “being a creep”), or- worst yet- also self-ship with me and he’s still dealing with that idea.

Until then, he’s got a wedding ring he bought cheap at the jewelry section of some store, so.... Coping skills, babey.

[r6shippingdelivery]

Hey there! ♥ If you have some time and inspiration... can you do the whole ABC thing for Glaz? ♥ I never find anything similar about him and I really love your HC's ♥

Well, someone is popular! 😄I got these two almost immediately after reblogging the pertinent post, and before that I already got this ask 😂Hey op, seeing my same icon really confused me, for a moment lmao

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

He’s very affectionate, cuddling and kissing his partner, caressing their arms or thighs. That has led to round 2 more than once 😄 If not, he will make sure both of them are clean and comfortable.

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

Glaz is proud of his body, but after being called a pretty boy more than once, he’s quite aware that his good looks work in his favour. That’s the main reason he usually shaves his beard, unless his partner states they like it. When it comes to his partners, Glaz has a particular weakness for the ass, loves touching the ass, getting a handful of those plump buttcheeks and push his partner closer for a kiss. Well toned arms are also a great turn on.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

When it starts to dry it’s a nasty mess, but otherwise Glaz is fascinated by seeing his cum (or his partner’s) splattered over their bodies. It reminds him of paint on a canvas, and he finds a certain artistic appeal to it.

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

There’s a secret sketch book he’d rather die before showing it to anyone. He draws porn of his teammates and colleagues. Of his crush and/or partner mostly, solo or with him pure fanatsising or from memories of things they’ve done; but also from other colleagues, people he thinks could be a couple too, it’s fascinating and helps him with anatomy practice. Plus, it hurts nobody as long as the drawings never see the light of day, right?

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

He has some experience, not as much as he’d like but he’s not a blushing, innocent boy. So idk, average experience I guess?

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

For fast paced sex, he prefers doggy style or a variant, a position where he can take his partner from behind and pound into them. For more drawn out and sensual intercourse, spooning position to caress his partner’s body as he pleases, or good old missionary, so he can look into his partner’s face and kiss them. He’s also fond of lap sex: him sitting on the couch and his partner straddling his lap, getting hot and intimate with lots of kissing and petting, although then they have to take care to not stain the couch with their activities.

No visual aid cause Tumblr is a christian server now and would flag my post.

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

He’s not a goofy person, although he takes things with some humour to defuse the situation if there’s any tension. However, he’s mainly a mix of serious and pretty focused on his partner during sex.

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

He’s naturally not very hairy, so he usuallydoesn’t need to do much grooming, just trimming a bit from time to time.

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

He’s a man of few words, but he has no problems letting his partner know how much he loves them, and will look adoringly at them if the position allows face to face contact. He has a romantic side.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

When he masturbates, he usually doesn’t draw it out for long, except for those times he’s alone at night and he might edge himself until he can’t take it anymore.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Glaz is a biter, loves marking up his partner and doesn’t mind if they mark him back as well. I feel compelled to say he’s also into trying to have sex in empty but public spaces, like the common showers, or in the middle of a field during a camping trip, or behind in the training grounds if there’s nobody else around look, I wrote him like that more than once, I think I have to include it

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere relatively private, although nothing trumps the comfort of their bed.

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

Whisper filth in his ear and you’ll make him go from 0 to 100 in a moment. It works even at the most inappropriate places. Under his calm exterior, he is a horny boi.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never roleplay a rape scene, the moment he hears his partner mildly distressed he would stop, safeword be damned. Generally, nothing that can really hurt either of them (spanking is fine in that regard, but not too extreme, choking is out of the question, etc)

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

He loves to receive and has no problem reciprocating, although he sometimes tries to push deeper and makestheir partner gag. He feels bad about it but can’t control himself.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

That depends on his mood and whether they’re going for a quick romp or if there’s time to take things slow. As a rule, he’ll start slow and sensual and graduallly pick up the pace until he ends going fast and deep.

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

Did I already say he’s a horny boy and likes taking some risks? He’s more than fine with quickies, but also loves proper sex, turning it almost into a marathon and seeing for how long they can go at it.

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

He’s open to trying new things, as long as both he and his partner are totally okay with it. And for the risks, the risk of possible discovery is mainly what he dabbles in, risk of injury is not something that appeals to him.

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

If it’s not a quickie, he can last long. He’s also an enthusiast of going for a second round after a little wait, and that downtime is perfect to keep worshipping his partner and make sure they’re as horny for it as him.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He has a few toys, and he sometimesuses them, but he prefers using them on his partner, as a warm up for sex or as part of his teasing during foreplay.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Yes, he’s a fucking tease. From heated looks, “accidental” touches and caresses, and whispered dirty talk, he likes to have his partner burning for it long before they start to undress. And once in bed he’ll continue teasing. He loves watching his partner go mad with lust and pleasure, and if they beg that’s the icing on the cake.

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

He’s not very loud, but he makes some pretty moans, espcially when he’s nearing orgasm. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

While Glaz has no problem letting his partner take control if that’s what they like, being the dominant one comes naturally to him. Which can surprise his partner the first few times, since his gentle approach and almost shy demeanor might make them think he’d be easy to lead around. Boy, they are in for a surprise!

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Slightly above average, nothing that will make his partner pale at the thought of taking it in. It curves slightly upward when erect.

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

He’s young-ish and horny, keeps a sorta innocent appearance but he’s ready to go nearly always. I introduced the concept of sex fiend Glaz  a long time ago and I love it, so it fucking stays okay? xD

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

Unless they’ve been at it for many rounds or he was tired from before, he prefers to enjoy the afterglow awake. Don’t expect much pillow talk, though.

[the-ghost-and-the-writer]

NSFW Alphabet-Lando Calrissian

I haven’t been too into Star Wars since I was thirteen, but I decided to read some fanfiction and realised there needs to be more Lando stuff because I love him. I will fill that void like I want him to fill my ass

18+ F!Reader

(Yes, Original Lando. Solo Lando is fucking fine as well but this is the face that teenie-bean me fell for)

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

Almost immediately afterwards, he’ll sit up beside you, back against the headboard, and look down at you and smile as he asks you with a soft voice if you liked it

He’ll put his fingers under your chin and tip your head up so he can look at you properly and then dip down and kiss you. The kiss is usually followed by some sort of sappy comment. “You’re gorgeous”, “You did good, sweetheart”, “I love you”. Something that he knows will make you smile

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

He thinks that his best part is his mouth. Not just because he looks damn fucking fine when he smirks, and he knows he looks fine, but because his silver tongue can charm him out of anything and into anyone. Plus, you sure do appreciate his talents with it.

Though it’s impossible for him to pick a favourite with you, he will gladly tell you that he loves your ass. He’ll show you at any moment as well, either by slipping his hand down from your lower back to grab at it while he’s leading you out of a room or pulling you closer to kiss you with his hands slipped into your back pockets. When you have sex, it’s rare that he doesn’t spank you at least once

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Though he does love how you look when he cums over your skin, he loves finishing inside you. Not only because it keeps him close to you through his end, but because he wants to show you that this is totally serious. This is It for him.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Since introducing you to his old friend, Han, he’s wanted to ask you if you wouldn’t mind letting him join the two of you.

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

Please. It’s Lando.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

(http://sexpositions.club/positions/189.html)

More often than not, when he’s taking you from behind, he’ll pull you up to his chest. It gives him more ease of access to touch more of you, and he always aims to fuck you so good that you can do nothing more than tip your head back onto his shoulder so he can hear all your little noises.

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

Sex is rarely too serious with Lando even before you were exclusive. He’ll be playful about his need for you from the minute he feels it to the minute you’ve both been satisfied. Why should it be serious? It’s fun

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

©       He takes care of his appearance all over. He doesn’t go bare unless you tell him you prefer it, but it’s not wild

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

Just because you rarely have serious sex, it doesn’t mean he isn’t romantic. He gets cheesily romantic, with dimmed lights and flower petals and music while he’s on the bed waiting for you. He always makes sure that he tells you how much you mean to him and how much he loves you

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

You’re both busy with Cloud City and sometimes you can’t get the time alone together, so he’ll take care of himself when you aren’t there. He’s unashamed with his actions when he gets caught by you and usually either offers you a seat to watch or for you to help him out with it

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Lando has quite a few kinks that he has explored extensively, and he had to pick out the ones he most enjoys it would probably be collars, having you sit on his face, and overstimulation

Collars; Either on you or himself, it doesn’t matter. With himself, he loves the tightness around his throat without his breathing being cut off and he loves how easily you can guide him around with your finger hooked into the loop. When you have your collar on,  he becomes borderline obsessive over how sweet you look and the slight wave of possessiveness that goes over him

Facesitting; Just in general, he prides himself on his oral skills and it gives him a rush to taste you so intimately, but having you sit on his face and take control of your own pleasure from him gets him so riled up that he sometimes doesn’t need to be touched before he cums.

Overstimulation; Even after you’ve cum twice, three times, he doesn’t stop until you’re whimpering that it’s too much and you’re shifting away from him. It’s a sort of playful masochism, a power trip, that you can’t chastise him over too much when he takes such care of you for it.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

There are so many places he likes to have you, but your bedroom is the main favourite of course. It’s more comfortable than any of the other rooms, and your occasional giggle fits won’t get you caught

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

Being bored and letting his thoughts wander, they usually turn to you and that often leads to thoughts about fucking you and then he can’t stop the need. It’s not helped when he sees you throughout the day and you can only have fleeting kisses and brief talks before you need to part again

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything involving blood or other such fluids, anything that’s dangerous to his or your health, or that he considers to be too ‘heavy’ for sex. If he thinks either of you won’t enjoy it, there’s a very slim chance he’ll try it

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

He loves, loves, giving you oral. Every part of it, how you grip onto his hair and you slowly roll your hips against his face to how your thighs clench around his ears and the way you sound when you cum

Of course, he’ll never pass up the opportunity to have you suck him off. He keeps his hand in your hair or at the base of your skull less as a guide and more just to touch you, and he can never decide on if he should tip his head back or close his eyes and enjoy the feeling or watch you work him over

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

No matter how desperate he is for you or how long a day you’ve both had, he takes his time with you. You move together so well that he rarely messes with that rhythm because it just feels right to have you like that

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

If it’s been a long day and he has the need for you as well as the time to spend with you that way, then you can be damn sure that he’ll take advantage of that time and fuck you in any available room

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

To a point, he’s down for it. As long as it doesn’t seem like it could make either of you uncomfortable or hurt either of you, he’ll experiment

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

The two of you could be in bed all day if it was possible. He can last so long, for at least two rounds before he’s satisfied, and he’s borderline insatiable with you

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

You own plenty. He has a whole little treasure chest of things that you can use on each other, and he is very proud of it. Each thing has been thoroughly tested by both of you; if there’s something that you try and don’t like then there is no way it goes in the chest.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can tease like the best (worst?) of them. Given the time, he can and will edge you for hours

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

Oh, he’s totally unashamed with you. He doesn’t care if he’s loud or if anyone hears, he’ll moan and grunt and occasionally whine. There would be noise complaints, but he’s so charming to everyone around at other times that they just forget how boisterous the two of you can be

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Though not usually being so bold around people, there have been times where he’s been sat beside you or with you on his lap and he’s started fingering you. His poker face is impeccable in these situations, though it does crack sometimes for a second at certain little movements from you.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He is so cocky for a reason. It’s a big one, and he knows just how to use it.

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

It’s not constant, he can control himself, but any time you want it then there’s a high chance that he wants it just as much

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

He can stay up for a while after sex, but he usually chooses not to. After checking up on you it’s just more preferable for him to lay with you and fall asleep

If you want to me to write for pretty much any other character, requests are very much open. Tag list is also still open if you want to be the first to read something you might like here. All feedback, reblogs, and likes are my lifebood and make me feel like a real human

[unleashthemidnight]

The Power of the Heart

Pairing: Reader x Gabriel Synopsis: The morning with Gabriel brings up certain memories Word count: 5000+ Warnings: Gabriel, Gabriel sleeps and talks. Self doubt, insecurities, anxiety and depression. Aftermath of death. Fluff, implied smut & angst. Notes: This was a roller coaster to write like everyone who follows me had noticed from my posting habits. Plus the facts that my english skills are what they are and I haven't written anything for a long time made it even more fun. I hid song lyrics in the narration and dialogue, and used them as inspiration, songs are listed and linked in the end. Oh, and bunker has been around since the beginning, there’s so much cliches, and tsiisas how Gabriel talks I'm so sorry. Aaaanyway, hope you enjoy! :3

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The sun shined through between the curtains enough to wake you up. You rubbed your eyes and rolled on your back. Everything seemed little fuzzy but it all came back to you slowly the more you woke up. Luckily you didn't have to be anywhere today or do anything, you could just spent the day in the bed if you wanted. It was rare to have days like this. Life can be hard enough as it is but throw monsters, demons and angels there, and you will have totally new set of problems. You didn't regret this life that you had. You had chosen it as much as it had chosen you. The people you had met, the stories you had, the ups and downs, the growth, you wouldn't trade it away for anything. Winchesters were like your brothers, you had learn new tricks and kicks, you had angels on your side. You had Gabriel by your side. You turned your head towards the window and saw the shape of the peacefully sleeping archangel.

”What do you wish from life?” Gabriel's sudden question startled you from the research you had done in bunker's library. ”Why do you ask?” you couldn't help but wonder. ”Oh, I don't know, maybe because asking questions is usually good and very much socially acceptable way to get to know another person even more,” Gabriel answered with smirk on his lips, ”I know that usually people start thinking of the bigger picture and will give the boring answer of 'the better and happy life'. What is 'the better and happy life' anyway? Everyone has their own versions of it and still the words are the same. And I want specific answers. Start with something small. What do you wish for?” You looked at the archangel stunned look on your face. You had already used to the way Gabriel speaked and asked so many questions, but the most shocking thing was that you didn't know what to answer. Your automatic answer would have been ”the better and happy life” but as Gabriel had said, it was really boring and common answer. What does ”the better and happy life” even means to you? ”I… I don't know,” you started answering. You noticed how Gabriel had sat down across the table and actually looked interested in hearing your answer. When did archangel came so interested in you or why he wanted to know you even better than he already did, you didn't know. ”Okay, so, maybe I can help. Have you bathed in a river? Made love in the orange tent? Do you know how to whistle?” Gabriel started suggesting different things. ”How those have...” ”Oh c'mon, just trust me with this,” he winked, ”I'm pretty sure that your 'better and happy life' contains new, and maybe boring, but safe experiences.” ”Excuse me? Boring? No no no… Well, maybe boring for some of us but if I can find enjoyment and happiness out of them, I think I'm entitled for that,” you defended yourself half overacting the shockness to his words, but still telling the truth. You looked at the archangel's facial expression, and seeing that smug look on his face made you want to see where you could take this. ”Well, I have bathed in a river, never made love in an orange tent and I know how to whistle.” You whistled after the answer and saw Gabriel's face lighten up. He really wanted to know your answers, to get to know the real you and your wishes. It made you keep on going. ”Also another boring answer is that I wish to do something good when I can, I still believe it will go around. I wish that who finds the joy can keep it and hoist a flag because of it. I wish for ever hungry life. I wish that hunger of life will wake me up even in the those mornings when I don't know should I get up or stay and pull the blanket over my head. I wish that it would encourage me to always keep fighting,” you opened up but didn't stop there. ”I wish to go to the town just to get lost, fall in love with someone and fall asleep next to them. I wish for the roar of the rapids. I wish for a shiver in my back, for excruciating love, chaos, rebellion, drums to beat, I wish for the tremor of the first steps. I wish to see torches burning tall and sky to fill with rain. I wish for tomorrow to come,” you declared in theatrical way, only to break down laughing with the angel. You didn't know what got to you. Gabriel didn't care about that, he was just enchanted and excited by you. ”I wish for the complete and long symphony,” you finally breathed out. ”So long live not the history but the future,” the archangel added. You both were still riled up for your answers and the laughter afterwards. Somehow so unexpected question had filled you with joy and you felt like you were ready to make your next big move, to start new journey. ”Well, what does the archangel Gabriel wish for?” you questioned later with your own smirk. You had have so much fun when talking with the archangel that the outside world and the research had started to be forgotten. Gabriel breathed out as he looked at the table thinking about his next words. ”This.” You watched Gabriel as he stood up. You didn't have a clue what he was going to do or where he was going and that caused your heart messing with the beat. Gabriel walked around the table and stopped near you, pulled the chair next to you and sat down. You heard him taking a deep breath as if he was considering his answer. He was nervous. You, a human, saw Gabriel, a freaking archangel, being a nervous wreck. That made you tense up. Before you got any more time to think what would cause him to act like this, Gabriel took your hands into his and leaned towards you. He gave you a chance to make your mind what was going to happen, and you did. You closed the space between you two and kissed him. This was it, this was your new journey. You had saved lifes and saved each other countless of times. You had stand up for one another. You had pranked the brothers. You had heard them yelling about keeping the voices down. Gabriel was sometimes overprotective but after you had found the common ground, hunting became easier for your relationship. Even if there sometimes were the communication errors, you both worked through those. You gave space when other needed, and still were ready to listen and help anyway possible. First there were the awkward moments when one of you didn't know what the other needed when they were upset or what would be the best way to help, but soon you both found your tricks. Your once strong walls had lowered down for Gabriel, and so had his for you. Your rutines had changed, your lifes had changed, for the better. ”Gabe! Gabriel! Babe? Can you hear me?” you shouted as trying to hold back the tears from the pain. You felt ashamed and a fool. You should have told to Gabriel or even the boys where you were going. You knew very well that going alone for hunt had its risks and still you went without telling anyone. It's always easier to tell people that going alone is a stupid thing than actually listen your own words. You weren't in danger anymore, the trouble was gone but not without you getting hurt. You only had yourself to blame. The moment messed up with your head and doubt kicked in. What if Gabriel wouldn't come? Sure you had a fight while back but you both worked it through, you had survived. Every couple has fights sometimes right? The words that you both used had been bad. You had lashed out after a couple of hunts had went wrong and you had felt emotionally unstable and Gabriel had have bad timing with his tricks. His read of situation and overall reaction to it had crashed with your emotions. Eventually you didn't know how you could had been so mean to him. You didn't mean to hurt him. Even if this fight needed two people, you still blamed yourself. But it was then, everything should have been fine now, you had worked it through, you had made up, you both were still in love, you… ”You know you should have told me, or atleast to the knuckleheads or Castiel,” you heard familiar worried voice same time when you heard the wings flutter. ”Hah, I was trying to be cool you know. Anyway, I just hope it's not too late for me.” Gabriel looked you now wondering; you knew he was an archangel, he could heal almost everything. Did something happened to your memory? Was there a spell? Was he actually late? ”Swallowing my pride hurts so bad,” you joked as trying to hide your insecurities and then pointed at your leg. The archangel kneeled beside you sighing. ”I know you are doubting yourself again. You might think that doing a case by yourself would lift your spirits, but it would still be only for a short time, you know. So, when we leave here and go back, I'll make sure that you know your worth and we work on it, together. You are not alone, and if you wish, you'll never be.” After Gabriel had healed you, he picked you up bridal style. ”My hero,” you smiled shy, resting your head against him and Gabriel could only smile back. Maybe you were stupid going alone but he knew that you wanted to show and proof that you could do it. Not only for the Winchesters and for him but for yourself. Plus it seemed like a easy job. It's not like Gabriel wasn't ever done anything like that only to make mistakes on the way. Gabriel kissed your forehead. ”I'm not a hero babe, but for you, I never get tired of trying.” Last night you had found yourself in seventh heaven on cloud nine. The longing, the need to fill aching feel was gone. Now all that you could feel was warmth, a blissful feeling, that one would say was euphoric. It was one of the most sensual and stimulating experiences that you have had. You turned fully on your side looking at Gabriel, at his messy hair and at the thin sheet that layed over his naked body. He looked so peaceful and you were mesmerized. You were finally living in your own paradise and you could only wish that this moment would last. You sat in your apartment looking out of the window. Blanket on your lap, cup of tea next to some magazines and books. You had got your own place sometime after all what had happened. You couldn't stay in the bunker with the boys, with all those memories. You would have loved to but the memories were so painful. Winchesters and Castiel had helped you to find the place nearby and were contact to you almost daily basis. You appreciated their help and care. You watched raindrops racing down the glass, making their own choices. Coming together, moving together, leaving together. Ending up to the bottom, together. You sighed. There wasn't anything special in this day. Cars passed by, people walked with umbrellas. You couldn't choose your favorite from all the black ones. Then you saw the ladybug one. It was the spat of color that you needed. The lady with it came from the cafe shop and looked around not knowing where to go. Moment of lost sense of direction. She asked from couple of passer-bys until one man hopped over the street to help her. For a moment it seemed like even the man didn't know where the woman wanted to go, to you it looked only silent signals and handgestures. Soon enough they both left walking to your left. Together. You followed their walk, their jumping over the puddles. You watched how cars drove next to them almost splashing water over the two, how protective the man was doing almost a pirouette to keep woman save from the water. They were smiling and laughing at each other. You watched them falling in love. Looking out was like being in a bubble. You had your warmth, your apartment was silent and outside sounds were weakened by the windows. You had felt like this ever since Gabriel… You didn't want to think about it. Not now, not ever. But you knew that some day you would have to face the reality and now it wasn't the time for that. You weren't ready. You weren't ready to let go. You didn't want to think that maybe your love was not created to last. You couldn't stop what had happened, no matter how you wished. How easily everything can be broken so fast when one leaves and other is left behind. The bubble bursted, world outside of your apartment became louder and louder and you could feel your own heart beating. You closed your eyes and rested your head againts your hands. Deep breath in, and deep breath out. You needed to calm yourself and think about something else. That ladybug umberella was cute. You should probably find one. Or maybe just really big bright yellow one that everyone could see from far. It could remind you of the sunshine. The sunshine that you once had, the one that helped you jumping over the puddles on your way. Your thoughts were interrupted with the sound of knocking on your door. You weren't really waiting for anyone to come. It could be the Winchesters that were worried about you, maybe they had another case and wanted you to come with them. To get you outside, to get you moving. Or maybe some demons wanted trouble and were really polite about it. It could also be the nice lady from across the hallway with the adorable cats. She had promised to visit you and bring you cookies this week. Oh, how you hoped that it would be the cookies. You could already imagine how it would be to eat those with your tea. Your drink was already cold so you would need to make a new one but not now. You needed to open the door first. Couple more breaths and better posture, who or whatever it was, you were ready to go. Weapons ready and close. You moved to the door and removed the safety chain, finally opening the damn thing. Your heart stopped beating. It was Gabriel. ”Mornin' cupcake,” Gabriel murmured softly, his voice sounding almost like a whisper but still powerful enough to snap you back from the memory lane. ”Hi,” you answered sleepy smile on your lips. You looked at each other, not moving a muscle, not saying anything. It was the sweet moment that could last for eternity. Neither of you needed words, or so you thought. ”Y/N, I have been thinking. You know me. You know how I like to dream a lot of this and that,” Gabriel started speaking, turning on his back looking at the ceiling. ”Mainly I dream of you. A lot,” he chuckled. You loved to hear that sound. The sound of Gabriel's laughter always brought the sun into your heart. ”I think I have finally figured out what was what,” he continued, now turning to you once again and holding himself upwards with his hand, ”I know its sounds so weird right now, but just listen to me. We have been together for so long, and fight for what we thought was right. We have fight for others, we have fight for us. We seemed so invincible, no matter what happened. Of course we sweated and strained on the way. On the job, on the love, in the bed,” he joked. Sure he would try to lighten up heartful moment with jokes like that. He was such a dork, but he was yours. ”Sometimes it all felt like it was part of the game; what we can do and with what, what is the best strategy, what's the outcome. Maybe it came with this life. We were deemed to play our roles but we broke through it. Then we came across something what we couldn't know before, the moment of making it or breaking it. And we lost. I left you, all alone. I didn't mean to leav...” You could hear his voice breaking as the archangel looked down at his hands. ”Gabe, I know you didn't mean it.” You reached your hand to archangel's cheek and tried to calm him. You knew what happened, you knew the truth. It wasn't his fault. After couple of brushes on his cheek, you took your hand away and gave Gabriel the small space he needed to continue. Gabriel breathed in. ”I left you. Without a warning, without a goodbye. It was so stupid of me. I had promised to be with you, no matter whatever would happen. If I had done something different, just one small detail… I would have… It would have been different, I could have been with you all this tim-” You interrupted him with a kiss. There was sadness, there was comfort, there was so much of everything that you both fell over, Gabriel now being half under you. When you finally moved back, Gabriel stared at the ceiling and didn't speak. You knew he was struggeling with his emotions, and so were you. But all what happened was in the past and you were living in this moment, your loved one next to you. You had him back. It was all that mattered and it broke your heart to see him like this. Muncie, Indiana. Meeting point for the deities. Beautiful word. Word that connotes perfection, celestial divinity, bliss and overall paradise. Word that has conception of the afterlife reserved for the gods, the righteous and the heroic. Word that you now hated. Elysian. You had been beaten to the ground. There wasn't anyone to help you to cross the deep river. Fear moved, darkness settled in. There was only silence. You couldn't scream, you couldn't feel the tears streaming down on your face. You were numb. All you could see was the burned angel wings next to your loved one. Without a noise, without a pride, you prayed. You just wanted to hear his voice. You wanted to hear his words. No matter what those words would had been, you just needed his voice like your life depended on it. You wanted to know that everything would be alright. That wish came from the bottom of your broken heart yelling for every bit of hope it could possible reach. But all of that drowned into the void. Gabriel didn't deserve this. Nobody deserves this. One of the Heavens deadliest weapons had layed dead in front of you. The powerful golden archangel, who had skipped out of Heaven, who had carved his own little corner in the world because he couldn't bear to watch his brothers tear each other to pieces, was gone. He who hadn't care before whether Heaven or Hell would have won was gone. Gabriel, who had became the trickster in the witness protection handing out the just desserts to the people deserving those, was gone. All of it, gone. You had met when the trickster was posing as a janitor. Through the time there, he had taken an interest in you. Something in you drew him closer. He had later said that it was your heart, the way it was powerful. It had eventually caused him to change. Gabriel, from the trickster living the life in the way he wanted and snapping girls from thin air, was changed into the man you knew and loved. Sure he still was the trickster having fun of pranking people and causing confusion wherever he went but it wasn't anything like before. He also still knew what pleasure was, always having that smug look on his face when talking about certain topics. Gabriel might have been the youngest of the archangels, but for you and the others, he had the purest heart. He wasn't afraid to stand up to his family anymore. He was loyal, to you, to humanity, to the flawed humans who tried to learn and do better and forgive each others in this wicked world. That was something that Gabriel had learned as well, thanks to you and the Winchesters. He had only wished that his brothers could have learned that too. But now, it was too late. Winchesters had to drag you away from Gabriel's body. You needed fresh air. But all you could have think of was the archangel. You needed Gabriel. Gabriel had changed because of you but so were you changed because of him. You were scared to continue without him. There was white lilies and golden white light. Days passed. Emptiness filled your head and heart. You wanted to run away, you wanted to drive off and never stop. You thought of the time you think you wasted and felt how the moments slipped away. There was so much what you wanted to do but you just couldn't. You got so tired of working for your survival. You felt alone. You missed the smiles. You missed the quirks and tricks. You missed the scent. You missed the feeling of the skin, the curls of the hair. You missed the voice and laughter. You missed the eyes that felt like home. You missed him. Your soul was wrapped to the night, it felt like the day wasn't coming. You had been buried under the shell. It was hard to get through of the mountain that was your emotions. Your heart beated alone. ”I feel like she ain't talking about it anytime soon,” Dean said to Sam and Castiel. The boys were in the library not sure how to help you; should they give you more time and space or just spent time with you in your room. They had known you for a long time and you all knew very well what death was. You all knew how losing of someone felt like. There were the heartbreaks but never anything like this. Not with you. Winchesters were devasteded and saddened too about what had happened, no matter of their history with Gabriel, because of you they were actually getting along. Most of the time. You had have the laughter, the prank wars and holidays, you had have everyday life within the hunting. Boys knew how they would deal with everything but they were more worried about you and your well-being. They brought food to your room. Every so often you all watched movies there together. Sometimes there were words, sometimes just silence and acknowlegdement. Brothers and Castiel tried their best to talk with you, about what happened but mostly about other things. Once or twice they even managed to get smile from you. It was always celebrated and that made you laugh. Whenever boys went for the supply run, they always picked up something just for you. Something that you liked or something that reminded them of you. Working of the cases had been put on the hold because neither Sam or Dean wanted to leave you alone and you weren't ready for the field. You dragged yourself along the hallways in the bunker, you needed to talk with the boys. Your lack of energy made the walk even harder. Sure you had slept sometimes hours and hours, almost days at the time, but everytime you woke up, you didn't feel refreshed. Everything held you down. You had realised that your grand facade, that you had made for yourself, was going to burn. The words ”I'm okay, I'm alright” had lost their meaning. You knew that was what you were suppose to say, that was what everyone wanted to hear, even you. You also knew that Winchesters saw straight through you. They could see everything in your eyes, they could see the horror and chaos that you thought you kept inside. You didn't care about that. You were numb but still everything hurted like hell. There was fight going on in your head. You needed to do something. You needed a way to start healing yourself. Or maybe it was because you wanted to isolate yourself and run. That was one thing you could still do. Run. Everyone in the library lifted their eyes to you when they heard you coming and felt little surprised that you were up and out of your room. It was a good sign, right? ”I need to move out.” You both had layed next to each other in silence. You weren't sure anymore if neither of you really thought about anything. You just were. You knew very well that Gabriel talked a lot usually but all those emotions and thoughts that he just poured out, it was something else. You felt sadness but you were glad that he got to say those things. How long he had keep that inside of him? Sure you had have some talks and cries after he came back, but after those you didn't really talked about it anymore. You thought of saying something but you knew that Gabriel needed his time. Time was what you both needed and deserved. ”Okay so, that didn't really go as I thought. Let's just, let me try again what I was going to say,” Gabriel sighed breaking the silence, glanced at you and saw the understanding in you. You saw hope in him and shy smile rising on his lips. ”I don't actually care who or what brought me back. Or why. I mean, of course I wonder that but it's not the most important thing right now. I have the most important thing right here next to me. You. When I woke up back then, I didn't know where I was and where to go. I was lost. I needed guidance. And then I ended up to your door. It was like some mysterious force had guided me there. Like the power of the heart. It brought me back, brought me home. It brought me to you.” At this point Gabriel was again on his side, sheet only covering the lower parts but you were only noticing his eyes and words. ”We have looked at the sun, we have looked at the rain. There were difficult times but we survived. And now it's like the view is born new and we are taking our first steps there. With the roll of drums, with rapids roaring. We have breathed it all in, we have hoist our flag, sometimes to just annoy the lumberjacks. With you I have learned how it feels to believe, hope and love, and how is it to fall down. I have seen your sleepy heart shining through, I have seen you grow and become stronger than ever. I have had the honor to see your self-confidence blooming. There's no more wispy cobwebs in there. You are the light that pushes away my shadows. I used to thought about the past so much but with you, I have thought more of what could be. What we could wish for from life, together. Remember that time in the library when we talked about all this? About wishes? We have made love in the orange tent. Wasn't that one of the things you wished for?” You were little bit surprised with all of this in contrast to things said earlier and where it ended up, and definitely not to forget that one very specific memory with the tent. Gabriel wiggled his eyebrows at you, playful smile on his lips, making you laugh. ”The orange tent was kinda always your wish, I just said that I haven't done that,” you answered to the trickster feeling your cheeks starting to blush. ”Well could you blame me, after that day?” Gabriel laughed. You felt burning sensation on your cheeks even more and you tried to hide your smile and embarrassment in your hands. You remembered it all so well. It was one of your favorite memories and it's only thing that you can think of when someone mentions words ”orange” and ”tent” in the same sentence. You just disliked how red your cheeks were because of that, no matter how cute Gabriel found it. You remembered the time when Winchesters had questioned your sudden redness when you all had a case that needed camping eguipment and someone mentioned the package of the orange tent they had seen in the war room one time. Somehow you managed to get out of the situation, Gabriel laughing, Sam and Dean giving the looks to both of you and Castiel, well, not understanding first what was going on but catching quickly the meaning of it. ”Maybe we should go to camping again,” Gabriel suggested and you rolled your eyes while thinking the same thing. ”So anyway before I forget what I was really saying,” Gabriel breathed out, ”in my life I have flew all around the world, seen different places, tried new things. I had so many fruitless searches when I didn't even know what I was looking for. I have had all the misteps on the way. And still I would do everything again in a heartbeat if that means that I could be with you. You helped me to find me. I feel like you understand me even more sometimes than I do myself. You gave me hope and so much more. Now I know what my 'the better and happy life' means. But I do actually have one more wish. So, when I'm saying this to you, just know that it's not a lark.” Gabriel stopped talking and took another deep breath. His hands found yours, and the amber eyes looked into your eyes. ”Marry me.”

Marshmallow tag: @nobodys-baby-now

Songs used in the fic, not in order. Finnish songs are also linked with english lyrics.

Peter Gabriel – The Power of the Heart x

Peter Gabriel – In Your Eyes x

Pate Mustajärvi – Parempaa Elämää x (Better Life, english lyrics)

Jonna Tervomaa – Minä Toivon x (I Wish, english lyrics)

Pave Maijanen – Elämän nälkä x (Hunger of Life, english lyrics)

Phil Collins – You'll be in my Heart x

Popeda – Allright x (Alright, english lyrics)

Dj Bobo – Hard to Say I'm sorry x

Pate Mustajärvi – Ei luotu kestämään x (Not Built to Last, english lyrics)