#sometimes I wanna shave it all off and be done with it

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Working on my Obey Me boys designs :> Still deciding how to draw curls for Mammon (the bald one 💀)/Simeon/Raph/Dia and just generally deciding how to draw Beel. Once I'm comfy enough to do some more digital art I'll make the details clearer

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MEXICAN RADIO ;; jesse pinkman smut alphabet !

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

jesse might forget ab aftercare ,, so u have to remind him sometimes . but overall king of aftercare !!

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

jesses favorite body part on himself is probably his hands , how big they are , his rings ( and how u squirm a little when they press into your neck ) and how easily he can pleasure u w jus his fingers .

his favorite body part on you tho , your boobs and your thighs . both of them r so soft n plush and he could get off on jus ur thigh w/o hesitation

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

he loves to lick up your cum after eating you out . doesn't really care that much about cum , but he does get an ego boost when u squirt

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

has so many polaroids of u naked it's insane, some of it is jus when you're undressing, or in the middle of sex, ( when ur cumming, etc . ) or even jus ur hickeys !

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

has a shit-ton of experience , silently brags ab it ngl

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

missionary, doggystyle , he's kinda basic . but reverse cowgirl , or just when u ride him in general he will be in heaven,

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

only rlly goofy when you both jus got high . overall he's pretty intimate , will only crack jokes if u do

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

barely ever shaves . very rare when he does, bro almost has a bush

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

SUPER romantic during sex , it feels awkward when he isn't . unless he's feeling lazy or u guys r having sleepy sex .

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

it isn't surprising that jesse gets horny quickly , he jacks off ALOT , nearly twice a day . he's done it less now that you're around, but sometimes he doesn't wanna bother you

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

public sex, loves the thrill of being worried that someone'll catch you two , sometimes tempted to be loud on purpose

DOMINANCE. DOM AND SUB he will go FERAL if you're being dominate, make him whimper he will cum in his pants. he also loves being dominate, hearing your little moans of pleasure and annoyance as he edges you <3

bondage .. gags, ties, etc he loves them sm,

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

public restrooms, dressing rooms, his couch, the backseat of his car, but his favourite place has to be the shower . something ab it jus makes you irresistible ( but when aren't you? )

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

anything about you is enough to get him horny , but you jus running your hands all around his body while making out REALLY turns him on . & the tiniest bit of grinding

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

waxplay, bloodplay, anything that can physically hurt you he refuses to do . he will nearly cry . nothing can convince him

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

a fucking god w his tongue , BEGS you to sit on his face . loves the taste of you . does love when you give him a blowjob , but he'd much rather eat you out for HOURS

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

slow, sensual and a bit sloppy , unless he's mad or something , he's pretty rough and fast .

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

ADORES quickies , they're his favorite thing ever . gets randomly turned on so it's kinda often , quickies are amazing w him

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

he's down to try anything with you , but overall depends on how crazy he thinks it is and how much you wanna do it .

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

can go up to four rounds if he really missed you ,

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

really likes to use toys on you , vibrators, dildo's anything . he's down to try a few on himself but he doesn't really care for the idea .

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

if he's mad at you , then he is pretty unfair but it's mainly to see you beg . but if you're being unfair , it will leave him a sobbing , whining mess

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

not really that loud , just a few grunts and groans and little bit of whimpers . but if you're being dominate he will let out the loudest high pitched whines

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

all of his playboy magazines and porno's are replaced with photos and video's of you . kinda wants to make a sextape with you for personal reasons

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

he is fucking PACKINGG, thats all i can fr say

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

has a pretty high sex drive , can get horny at any time, any where . don't underestimate him

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he will fall asleep so quickly . during aftercare you two take a warm bath so mixed with that is jus pure euphoria, being cuddled up to you during post-nut clarity he falls asleep easily, which is usually hard for him

[taraprince]

the nsfw abcs are so good 😩 can u do one for mello please 🙏

❗️nsfw warning❗️

OFC I CAN 🤭🤭 i’m so glad you like them <33

// GN reader, might mention pussy once it twice i don’t remember//

MELLO NSFW ABCS ~

A (aftercare) - mello isnt exactly the greatest at showing affection, but he tries his best to assure your comfort after sex, especially because he knows he can be rough sometimes all the time

B (bottom or top) - hes happy with anything as long as hes getting laid. If you wanna ride him, then be his guest. If you want him to tower over you while he fucks you stupid, hes fine with that too.

C (cum) - most of the time, he tries to pull out before he cums; however if you ask him to cum inside you he’ll obey without hesitation. He doesnt like wearing a condom, he wants to feel your heat right up against him, but he’ll do so if you ask him to <3 oh my god hes so pretty when he cums, shouting your name as his stomach flexes and his hair falls in front of his face ahhh.

D (dress up) - he doesnt mind dressing up for you, but he goes absolutely feral when you dress up for him. If There's anything that gets him hard fast, its you straddling his lap in a skimpy lace set he got for you that points out your curves so beautifully.

E (experience) - though he's a god at what he does, he actually doesn't have a lot of experience. Once he got out of Wammys, he never really got with another person before, making you his first time (which just makes his love for you even stronger)

F (fav position) - he loves loves lovessss having you ride him. He adores how prettily your thighs and chest bounce as you try to take all of him inside you. It drives him insane when he sees how your face contorts so lewdly before you cum all over him. “Cmon, you can take all of me, yeah? I know you can, just a little lower~”

G (goofy) - he’s pretty focused and serious during sex, and youll never really find yourself laughing; however sometimes he purposefully uses cheesy pick up lines when the tension is thick and you cant help but giggle a little.

H (hair) - he has a little bit of stubble down there, but he tried to keep it maintained. He doesnt really care a lot, he just wants to keep himself presentable for you. He doesnt mind what you do, if you dont want to shave then thats fine by him. Sex is sex, whether theres hair or not.

I (intimacy) - hes a bit more rough than passionate, but he does know how to make the knot in your stomach twist and turn. Every so often, when you two are having sex he’ll slow down and tell you how much he really loves you and how much he loves seeing you stuffed with his fat cock

J (jack off) - oh my god constantly. As much as he wants to take him time with you and do unspeakable things, hes just so busy with kira and near on his back all the time, so he doesnt have a lot of free time. He often resorts to pleasuring himself to the thought of how pretty and tight you are for him.

K (kink) - besides constant praise (and a hint of degradation if your needy), hes pretty vanilla. Hes definitely covered you in chocolate and licked it off you a few times, but thats only on special occasions. If he ever walked in on you with your hands tied behind your back (dont ask how its possible ok let me dream) and presented so openly for him, he’d go wild, losing almost all of his self control.

L (location) - if you want to fuck him, it doesnt matter where you two are, he’ll do it. His personal favorite out of all the places you two have done it at is on his couch at work. He loves the rush it gives him thinking of one of his dear coworkers walking in and seeing how good you can be for him and only him.

M (massage) - since he cant always be intimate with you, he often gives you massages because thats close enough, right? He really goes crazy for any type of skin to skin touch you two have because hes a man whore

N (no) - he seen and done it all really, or it feels that way at least. He cant really think of anything he wouldnt do; as long as your happy hes happy. He knows he doesnt show it very well, but he really does care a lot about you.

O (oral) - god he loves it when you sit on his face. The feeling of your plush thighs squishing his face can just make him cum over and over, but he keeps his composure so he can enjoy it a bit longer. Hes also such a fucking whore for you when you give him head. Bucking his hips, gripping your hair tightly, telling you over and over how fucking amazing your mouth feels around him. You two have for sure 69d on multiple occasions.

P (pace) - he adores roughly pounding into you (or guiding your hips quickly up and down), seeing your face twist and mewl at how good his dick feels. If you ask him to slow down, he’ll just go faster until you cum and your body goes limp.

Q (quickie) - lovess them. Yes, he loves being able to fully worship your body properly, but he just doesnt have time. he often has you against the wall of his office, rattling the wall with how hard hes rutting into you.

R (risk) - all for it 100%. Though he very protective of you, he loves the idea of fucking you silly in public with the high chance that someone could see or hear. Hes for sure fingered you in a restaurant before, and he had to remind you to keep quiet before someone heard you moaning like such a slut. “Fuck, your so loud and im only using my fingers. If your good and keep quiet for me, when we get home i’ll give you more. Sound good~?”

S (stamina) - he usually lasts about 3-4 rounds. Hes a tough man, but you make him weak in his knees when you open up so willingly for him, just begging him to ruin you from the inside out.

T (toys) - he owns a pair of handcuffs, a vibrater, and probably a ball gag. He thinks you look like a sexy fucking god/goddess when he uses his toys on you, with you squirming and mewling under him while he fucks you silly with just a few pieces of plastic and rubber.

U (unfair) - he’ll tease you with his words constantly, but once you two are in bed he cant help but just tear you apart, no time to mess around. “I see you over there getting off to my voice, rubbing your pretty thighs together. Why dont you just come over here and spread them open for me to play with, hm~?”

V (volume) - hes loud and proud. He almost WANTS people to hear how good hes getting it. He whimpers and moans when he cums, groans and mewls when you take control over his tired body (his sounds alone could make you cum over and over, and he knows it)

W (wild card) - mellos kind of a secluded guy, and as much as you think you know everything about him, theres always gonna be something that hes keeping secret. Which is exactly why it surprised you when he subtly mentioned his desire to be covered in hickies and love bites. Of course, he got what he wanted (and you may have escaped with 1 or 2 or 5 of his own marks across your body)

X (xray) - hes pretty average length, about 8, maybe 8.5 inches, but he still manages to drive you absolutely feral with the way he fucks you.

Y (yearning) - hes a raging manwhore and nothing anyone says can change my mind about that. Your always on his mind, your pretty lips both of them,your plush thighs that feel like cotton candy in his hands; he can daydream forever. You two usually have full on sex (not counting quickies) about 3-4 times a week.

Z (zzz) - hes out quick when you two are finished. Hes tired after a long few hours of countless orgasms <3

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AN: AH i love doing these sm 🤭 can you tell i went with a theme on this one🙏 THX FOR THE ASK I RLY APPRECIATE IT💍💍💍🫶🫶🫶

[thineferalrats]

NSFW alphabet///Vander

Warnings: nsfw content (MDNI 🔞)

I havnt spell checked this yet.

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

He is DEFINITELY a aftercare guy, making sure your taken care, he’s a busy man so the aftercare sometimes is not as long as he would want it to be sometimes but he douse what he can, even if it’s just words of affirmation or a-lot of kisses and hugs after a quicky (if tho they don’t happen often cuz he really douse not care for them) but when he douse have time he WILL cuddle you all night and kiss you, and tell you how amazing it was, and remind you how gorgeous you are. Definitely keep the praise up even after everything is done.

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself I think we can all agree his arms, or his hair, I feel he’s very proud of his hair being nice and full for his age ya know.

Now ok his partner, no one can tell me he is not a tittie guy, size is not really the thing but he definitely would not mind barring his head in some nice big tits (who wouldn’t) or maybe even a thigh kinda guy, but I also feel like his like non sexual favorite part would be your face, or more specifically your smile seeing you laugh or smile is one of the best sights on earth in his opinion

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)  

Creampies. All that needs to be said. I feel like in the beginning of y’all’s relationship he would use a condom but once he’s comfort with you, your gonna need some birth control or be ready for kiddo number 5, but if birth control is not a option he would understand and use protection or pull out. Also hear me out I feel like he Definitely gets off when you give him head and shallow it ya know.

D: Dirty Secret

Definitely thought about either 1. Fucking you as hard as humanly possible In an ally way, (especially when you tease him when walking home) or 2. Bending you over the bar and pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow, with or without people but these are just fantasy’s he probably won’t act on since he don’t wanna get caught in a ally by someone he knows or worse the kids and the bar one would just get him in trouble but then again tease him enough and the first one might just seem just reasonable enough

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

I feel like he definitely knows what he’s doing, he’s been alive for 45 years so he’s definitely picked up a thing or two from his very eventful youth, he definitely knows how to eat you out to the point your nails are engraving scratch marks on the wooden beside table, now he douse not really know much about the well kinkyer side of thing but knows the basics and some other small things and is good at it definitely

F: Favorite Position

Now he’s not a complete vanilla person but this man loves some good old missionary lets me honest, he likes being able to see your face and have access to your clit to. But I also feel like he enjoys Cowgirl to so we can see all the expressions you make. I feel like he wouldn’t mind doggystyle either tbh, on your side to when y’all wake up or something to.

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

If something funny happens like you falling off the bed he’s gonna laugh but also ask if your ok why laughing, he’s a very humorous dude ya know

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

Man douse his best but he douse not get much time to shave with 4 kids running around causing mayhem everywhere they go. I feel like to be honest he really don’t care to shave unless it gets bad. Now if it bothered you or something he definitely do his best to shave as often as he had time to

I: Intimate (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He’s a really intimate guy, loves telling you how gorgeous you are but also don’t get me wrong the second you where to ask him “faster or harder” he would go FERAL cuz I feel like he definitely holds back because he douse not wanna hurt you or anything but he douse enjoy a nice and easy intimate time with you. I feel like he secretly has no patience, but he has grown to have some because of the kids and stuff.

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He most definitely used to, but I feel like now he douse it like non to very little, mainly cuz of the kids but when you came into his life he felt no need to. Cuz he’d rather have you then his own hand, the only way I could see this man doing it is if he’s had a really long day and your asleep when he comes to bed and he needs to blow off some steam or something.

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)  

I think everyone has agreed this man has a breeding kink which as you see now explains why I said what I did before hand about the creampies. Bro has a bondage kink, (both ways), definitely douse not mind putting his hand around your neck but he would really wanna squeeze or anything cuz he douse not wanna hurt you in any way. Anyway No one can argue with these, Size kink and overstimulation (both ways) and marking for sure but would help you hide the marks if you wanted to

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

His bedroom. Other places are to Risky for his liking, he douse not want the kids walking in on anything, now it’s not his favorite but if it called for it and he couldn’t make it to the bedroom and yall having sexual tension up to the sky and the bar is closed and the kids are asleep, The bar but the doors are being locked and clothes won’t come completely off.

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

Let’s be honest here man has a high sex drive but don’t ever admit it, cuz really all it takes is you giving him a decent view or sneaky kisses, or even just whispering something in his ear, but he has the some insane willpower and will wait till y’all are alone, I also feel like being confidant would get him going like you helping him behind the bar and when no one’s paying attention whisper how badly you want him and then walk away or act like you’ve said nothing.

A good way tho to get railed into the mattress is small teasing all through the day running your hands in his hair that or a very sneak brush against his crotch, like moving by him and pressing your ass into him or something, but making it seem innocent but he’s knows it was on purpose cuz he’s smart he’ll figure it out,

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

Anything like really kinky or rough like slapping punching and he’s definitely against knife play won’t go near it, I mean he don’t mind being rough with you when railing you, but anything thst would hurt you just no

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

He really enjoys eating you out let’s be honest tho, he loves sees your head go back and your back arch off the bed (or bar) when your about to finish, he loves when your thighs squeeze around his face to be honest

But with that I wanna say he definitely loves when you give him head let’s be honest, as I said before this ties in, but like he definitely likes it, being able to grab your hair and mouth fuck you is chefs kiss for him

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

I feel like at first he would be gental but the longer y’all are doing it the faster that man is getting intell he reaches absolute feral, definitely would have to bite something or have your mouth covered near the end

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

Not a fan, he’s a very romantic and he really can’t be romantic or anything with quickies, he would much rather take his time with you, but if you have been teasing him all day and he knows he’s not gonna get the time in a good minute to fuck you into the mattress, he’ll settle for a quickie in the storage room with the door locked

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

Not really a risky person because again he douse not want the kids walking in on anything. Now before the kids he was a very risky and an experimental person. But has calmed down ALOT now that the kids are in his life and you. I feel like he’s still a little experimental, he’s willing to try anything with in reason that you wanna try

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

He has ALOT of stamina, u can’t tell me don’t, bro was a one man army. He can definitely go 3-4 rounds or 5 if the rounds are not long, but he definitely prefers to draw them out for awhile, he will make you finish more then he douse, like bro will finish idk 3 or 4 times in the end and you’ll finish like 5 times now this is if y’all have the time, this is another reason he’s not a fan of quickies, now In his younger years I feel like he definitely hade quickies and maybe even some one night stands.

T: Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

I feel like he’s not a big fan of them cuz he feels if a toy can do it so can he, but if there was a toy you wanted to use or try he wouldn’t be against it as long as it’s not to extreme, I feel like he definitely wouldn’t mind vibrators tho, using a small one on your clit why fucking you, he could approve of because really the better you feel the better he feels (he’s such a service top),

now toys for him I feel like he’s not a big fan of cuz for him your enough and he has no interest or need for them.

U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)

I feel like he definitely will tease you, whisper in your ear or give you a sneaky kiss the on the neck or slap on the ass. He definitely douse not mind you teasing him back just as long as it’s not obvious and you do it sneakily, definitely if there’s no one around he will reach put his hands up your shirt or down your pants but only for a second and then go back to whatever he was doing.

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

I feel like he’s not a extremely vocal during it but that’s just because of this kids I feel like if your alone and no one’s in the house he’d definitely make some decent noise, I feel like he mainly just likes hearing you noises you make, definitely would encourage your noises if your home alone but if there’s kids home he’d cover your mouth or give you something to bite (even if it’s himself)

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)

He definitely would not mind being a bottom and letting you be in control sometimes as long as you know what your doing and you feel good, since he’s always been the one in charge of everything I feel like he’d enjoy a break from it and letting someone boss him around a bit would be a good break for him, definitely feel like he would blush and crumble if you called him a good boy and praised him. Plus this ties in with him liking cowgirl definitely.

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)  

Just DAM, bro is a big man so he definitely is at least packing a good 9 inch’s (or more) feel like girth is just a 10/10 to lets be honest.

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

As I said before man has a higher sex drive then he would probably like, one look from you and he’d wanna go feral. I feel like if he had a partner that was the same way there would be a decent amount of sexy time

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

He’s a dad what do ya think, he can fall asleep anywhere and everywhere, he’d make sure your ok and comfortable first tho before even thinking about falling asleep, and would cuddle you. He’d be very easy to wake up tho if you needed something tho, but i definitely feel like it depends on how tired he is before yall even did anything.

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A/n- JESUS this took longer then i expected I would have made them longer if i had the time and I might add on to them later on.

Hope yall liked itttttt 💕💕💕💕



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half & half. part 005. previous

warnings ;

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Last night was a complete haze for you, you couldn't even process it because you had to get up to work. Work was going like usual, customer after customer.

You were pretty much a like zombie trying to get through work. You hadn't even drank a single cup of coffee and you felt like you were there. You couldn't even think straight because of your head pounding.

You didn't get much sleep last night; there was too much going on in your head. JJ, Rafe, Sarah, the Pogues, your job, college. Your mind was on a loop until the early morning. Summer was supposed to be relaxing and right now, it felt like anything but relaxing.

When you were finally done at the country club at 4:30 pm, you glad took your leave and started driving home. These past few nights have been insanely eventful and you just wanted some time alone.

You came home, ate, showered (and shaved), lathered your skin up in your favorite lotion and topped it all off with a cute pink night set you got. You went into bed and sighed at the warm feeling, turning on your TV and turned on your LEDs.

You turned on your comfort show and watched for about five minutes before, almost comically, someone knocked on your window.

You wanted to face palm yourself. You almost thought you misheard it until you heard it again. Of course the universe wouldn't let you have on peaceful night.

You put on your slippers and went to the window. You weren't completely surprised to see JJ standing there, an apologetic look on his face.

You opened the window to let him in and you stood there, arms crossed as he closed the window after him. You both stood there in silence for a few seconds before he spoke up.

"I wanted come here and say I'm sorry." JJ finally spoke up, his voice barely above a whisper. "I said things I shouldn't have and I know I hurt you, but I am sorry. It won't happen again." He looked like a hurt puppy, looking up at you.

"It's fine."

"No, it's not. When Pope said you were going to apologize-"

"Wait, what?"

He stopped and thought for a second, "Shit. Uh..."

"I'll deal with Pope another time." You felt like an overworked mother with four annoying little brats you had to deal with. "Continue."

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I just say stupid shit when I'm angry."

"Yeah you do." She said flatly, as JJ pursed his lips tightly. You let out a sigh, "do you really think I nag you?"

JJ looked a deer caught in headlights before shaking his head slowly.

"Be honest, JJ."

"Sometimes. I mean you act more like my mother than my sister sometimes and yeah, it does get a little annoying..."

You wanted to get angry but you couldn't. This is healthy communication, you kept repeating in your head.

JJ noticed your silence, "I still love you though. I know you mean well."

Your lips moved upwards slightly into a small smile. "I love you, too."

JJ smiled at you, realizing he had finally gotten on your good side once again.

You opened your arms for a hug and he gladly walked up to you, embracing you tightly. He basked in your warmth and your familiar perfume; you hadn't changed your signature smell since freshman year.

"I don't know what I'm going to do with you, Y/N/N. How am I going to survive?"

"I'll still be with you in spirit, JJ." You guys separated. "And you can always call or Facetime, I'm not dead."

He laughed. "Yeah, but it's still not going to be the same."

You shook your head, "Let's not think about this now, okay?"

He nodded slightly, a smile still evident on his tanned face.

"You wanna watch a movie?"

Rafe had been in his room all day trying to figure what his feelings meant. He has never been so conflicted in his entire life, especially over feelings towards a girl.

Well, he wouldn't call you just a girl. If someone asked him a month ago how he felt about you, that about sums it up. You were just a girl to him but that all changed the night you had found him on that beach.

No one has ever done anything so selfless for him. You could've left him there on the beach and he wouldn't have even remembered it. But you went out of your way to help him. Not only help him, but actually take care of him.

The day after you had saved him, he woke up and he just looked at you for a few minutes, trying to process how everything that had happened. He'd only just remember the last few hours of the night, the rest was a blur.

The only thing that stuck out to him was his newfound feelings. When he looked at you, his heart felt like it was going to jump out of his body in the best way imaginable as he remembered the night before.

He never looked at you the same after that day. You weren't just a girl; you weren't just one of Sarah's friends anymore, you were more than that now. And that scared Rafe.

He'd never felt that way about anyone in a while. He was sure that he'd never felt this way ever because of how foreign it felt.

When he saw you downtown that night when that man was bothering you, it was like a instinct to go and help you. He had to make sure nothing happened to you now, because you were his savior. It wasn't even about owing it to you, it was just what felt most natural to him.

He had never been more confused. Did he like you? And if he did, how would he be able to show it without coming off weird? His mind raced, what was he going to do about you?

[the-courtsjester]

Greetings ladies, gentleman ...and things, my sleep schedule mixed with school and work is horrible but at least I have games to help cope but anyway today's headcanons will be for Furina with a male reader and what ever vision they ended up with

Furina x Male Reader with different visions Headcanons

Pyro: she becomes an absolute snuggle slut when you're alone together thanks to the pyro vision you have, you can warm up you body up easily for maximum comfort cuddles she will also force you to help cook food with your vision.

Anemo: hair wet from a shower or something makeshift blow dryer, wanna make a paper airplane fly for as long as possible go ahead, Furina loves that you can cool her off after she's been in front of studio light for what felt like ever.

Geo: not much that can be done with Geo but she enjoys seeing what you can make with the rocks you can control

Hydro: water fight? Water fight, water fight. Throughout the day you and Furina will splash water on each other and see who can get who the most.

Cyro: Furina loves sweets, so she had the genius idea to ask if you'd be willing to make shaved ice for her given it's sweet nature, she also enjoys making ice sculptures with you.

Dendro: depends on the type of Dendro power you have, if it's plant based you could maybe grow flowers for her, or make nice comfy spots to hangout and relax together, if it's Tech based though you'd be able to help Furina with her films, being more knowledgeable on how to use the technology.

Electro: you'd give Furina small little shocks to mess with her sometimes, and if she asks and you're willing to you could even power some of her film equipment for her.

Well that's today's headcanons I accidentally forgot to save so I had to redo a lot of this, I also remember seeing a post by genshingorlsrevengeance that gave me the idea to do this but for all the elements, anyway that's it.

And scene...

[juneknight]

For the lil Drabble request 🥰

Can I maybe get something with protective Marc? Idccwhat I just wanna be soft and safe 😎

CONGRATULATIONS JUUUNEEE!!!

Thank youuuuu Romana <33

About this: "Dorm room Marc" college!Marc Spector/ fem. reader. Warnings include past, recent rape, so much internalized victim blaming, violence. I'm adding community labels for this one, myself, because of the sensitive nature of this topic. Read at your own risk.

*sea of sadness*

You slam the bathroom door in Marc’s face, finally allowing yourself to burst into tears once the lock clicks in place. Vision blurred, you stumble to the combined shower-and-tub and fumble blindly for the handle, turning it on. Your body wash and conditioner—balanced precariously on the side of the tub—tumble against the porcelain, the sound ringing loud off the tiles. 

Marc tries the handle, the sound of it rattling. Through the wood you hear his voice, low but increasingly panicked: 

Open the door. Let me see you and I swear to fucking god I’ll leave you alone. Just show me you’re okay—open the door or I’ll take it off the goddamn hinges!

“Go away!” you shriek, stripping out of your shirt. It still smells like cigarette smoke, like the beer that girl spilled on you accidentally. She had been so drunk. What had happened to her? Had she ended up in one of the rooms like you did? Well, at least she would have being wasted as an excuse. What was your excuse? That you were scared?  “I’m fine!”

You hear a soft thud and imagine it to be his forehead softly falling against the door. 

“You went to that party, didn’t you,” Marc says, his quiet voice nearly washed away by the roar of the tub as it fills. “The one in campustown.”

You can’t even deny it—had felt guilty about even inviting him in the first place. Ever since he got in trouble with campus security in his sophomore year (the year he had beaten a guy outside of a frat house because he wasn’t taking no for an answer from his date), he had done his best to avoid the campus party culture. Marc was a strong guy, and when he was drinking, he could get angry. Never at you, nor at any small slight or problem. Once, a sorority girl had pushed a cupcake into his face during rush week, and he had only laughed and licked icing from his fingers. You knew that he had a complicated relationship with his mother, and it had made him very soft to women. Sometimes you even thought him eager to please. 

But men—Marc did not have any tolerance for violence from them. He didn’t like the childish posturing that too-often came hand in hand with being a young male adult. He didn’t entertain it, and if one of them started something? Marc would finish it without blinking.

“You’re going there?” he had asked, immediately getting that dark look on his face, the one that came with the furrowed brow and the frown. “They’re all dicks in campustown. You don’t want to party there.” 

Why hadn’t you just taken his word for it? You wondered as you slipped off your ruined leggings. You had already cleaned yourself up before ever even leaving the frat house, frantic wads of toilet paper rasping against the skin of your thighs in the tiny bathroom. There had been a fleeting thought that you shouldn’t. It was evidence, wasn’t it? But then the thought of your body as a crime scene was too much. You didn’t care. You weren’t going to tell anyone, not ever, not even—

“Let me in—please, honey, let me in. I swear to god, I just need to see you, I just—” 

You collapse into the tub, the water scalding. Your shampoo and conditioner and body wash and shaving cream all float in the water like buoys in a sea of sadness, and you reach for one, cracking open the lid and dumping an obscene amount of strawberry scented shampoo into your hands. You scrub your hair free of product, pretending that the way your eyes burn is just from the soap and not your tears. Marc has gone silent outside the door, maybe he’s left at last, and the thought sends you curling up so that you can push yourself beneath the water, hands gripping the edge of the porcelain tub to keep your under, body burning, lungs burning, burning—

Strong hands grip your own, coaxing your fingers from their grip on the tub. You nearly suck in a gasp of tub water, just barely managing to surface, sputtering. Marc. He kneels on the tiles, reaching up to help wipe sudsy water from your eyes, and when you flinch away from him—

God. The look on his face. You could spend weeks analyzing that look. The sadness, the horror. The fury. But not at you, no, never at you. Marc is never angry at you. Not even when you’re stupid; not even when you deserve it. Sitting behind him on the sink is the bathroom door handle, the screws sitting innocuous beside it. He hadn’t needed to take the door off its hinges after all. Just two little screws. 

“Do you need a doctor?” He asks, cupping your face jaw and turning it towards the unflattering fluorescent light. You know there isn’t anything there—perhaps makeup run down your cheeks, half-washed away—but no bruises. No scrapes. No split lips. That would mean you had fought back, wouldn’t it? And you hadn’t. You had just laid there and, and—

You shake your head no, mouth quivering. 

Marc nods, mouth still set in a grim line. He takes in a deep breath, lets it out as a sigh, eyes falling shut briefly. Relief? Or is this the disappointment that you had feared? 

“I’m sorry I broke in,” he says. He must be killing his ribs, leaning against the edge of tub like this, but you have pressed your hand to the other side of his where it cups your cheek and won’t let it go. So he stays pinned in place, your soft touch more binding than any chain or cuff could have been. His voice drops to a whisper, nearly lost over the sound of the tub which is still filling: “I was so scared.” 

His fear might be the worst thing of all. You burst into further tears, clutching his hand to your cheek with both of your own now. 

“I’m sorry!” 

“Don’t be—shh, shh honey. It’s—” he almost says, It’s Okay. You know he does. But he doesn’t. Because none of this is okay, and both of you know it. “I’ll go if you want me to; I said I would. Give you some privacy?” 

And oh, god. If you thought his fear was the worst, then you were wrong. The thought of Marc leaving, of being stuck in this dorm room alone…that is the worst. It’s the worst by far. Your hands leave his and tangle in his shirt, soaking it, like if you can grip him firmly enough then there’s no chance he can slip away. 

“Don’t go!” you gasp, throat so tight that it feels like someone has their fist around it, choking the breath out of you. “Please don’t go! I don’t want to be alone!” 

Marc hushes you again, so soft and gentle, pushing water droplets off your forehead before they can run into your eyes. He reaches out and shuts off the tap, and the bathroom is suddenly heaved into silence that batters against your eardrums louder than the bass had in campustown. 

“I’m here. Never going anywhere,” he promises roughly. “Come here.” 

“I’m gonna get you all wet.”

“Who gives a fuck, huh?” he wonders softly, gathering you in his arms. You realize your nakedness only distantly; Marc’s hands never stray anywhere inappropriate. You are completely at ease with him, and the relief that what happened—don’t think it, don’t think about it, don’t remember it, don’t—didn’t change your dynamic with him is so, so poignant it makes tears fill your eyes for a whole different reason. “Sure as hell isn’t me. Is it you?” 

“Ain’t me,” you breathe, nose buried in the collar of his shirt. 

“Smart girl. Scoot over. Make room.” 

For a moment, you’re ashamed that a fissure of anxiety carves your chest open. Is he—no, surely not. The last thing Marc would do is try to make a move—

And you are proven right when—instead of trying to take his clothes off—Marc slips into the tub clothes and all. Even his socks. It is the strangest, most surreal image: cool Marc Spector sitting cross legged at the other end of the tub, arms spread out and resting on the ledge like he comes here often, water spreading up the navy of his t-shirt and turning it midnight blue. 

You can’t help but laugh, wetly. You laugh yourself right back into crying, and slip and adjust your way to his side of the tub and right back into his arms, where you belong. You plaster your face against his neck and cry there until the water in the tub goes tepid. Your muscles relax for the first time that night. 

“Hm?” he hums when you speak, mouth against his neck. 

“‘Said, I feel so safe with you.” 

“You are safe with me,” he says. Hesitantly, he adds: “I’d break somebody’s neck if they ever hurt you, you know that?”

That should horrify you. Disquiet you, at least. But you feel warmer than the bathwater, nodding mutely. 

“I don’t need to know,” he says gently, but you feel the way his jaw tenses, hear the sound of water lap against the sides of the porcelain tub as he shifts his legs into a more comfortable position. “If you want to tell me—then I want to know. But that’s your choice. I won’t ask what happened. There’s only one thing I do need to know, yeah?” 

“What?” 

“Who did this to you, and where can I find them?” 

You pull back, looking at his face. Your other friends have said that Marc is one of the most stoic people they’ve ever met, but you never saw him that way. He wears his heart on his sleeve, and displays every last emotion in his eyes. All those corny dead poets who said that the eyes were the windows to the soul—you hadn’t believed them. Not until you met Marc Spector. Looking at him now, you see the fury that he has honed sharp as a knife. This isn’t the blind fury that overtook him that night outside the frat house. This is the deadly weapon forged from the fire.

You shouldn’t say. You know that in your heart. It could only lead to trouble, to violence, to blood.

But god help you, you tell him.

[morbid-zombii]

↻ ^. ellie williams nsfw alphabet

cw: oral, fingering, strap, mentioning of come-eating, uhh prolly more but i forget

wc: 2,793

notes: goes w/o saying but this was written with a fem!switch (though mostly bottom) reader in mind.

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

depends on how long you've been at it with her. can see ellie being suuchh a cuddlebug after sex especially if you've gone multiple rounds. all she'd wanna do is snuggle up under the covers with you and just enjoy your presence. on occasion though, she'll cook one of your favorite foods for yoy to enjoy.

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

ellies favorite body part of her own is definitely her arms, especially because of how toned they are. in the warmer seasons she's deffinetly showing them off by wearing tank tops or short-sleeved shirts.

as for you, she really likes your thighs. shes always resting her hands on them whenever she can, and she loooves being in between them when you guys are being intimate with eachother.

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

loves watching you soak her fingers with your come as she fingerfucks you. she'll slip two or three fingers in you and watch as you expand around her. she loves watching your expression as she curls her fingers in and out of your slick walls, and sometimes she'll work you through a second orgasm just because she loves to see your juices coat her fingers. if you're into that sort of thing, she'll even clean her hand off by licking it up.

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

before you guys started dating, she would draw what she thought you looked like nude in her sketchbook. she has a page in the back dedicated to explicit drawings of you, which she never plans on revealing. of course she doesn't do this anymore since she knows all too well what you look like underneath your clothes, but if you asked her to, she would still draw you nude. ("paint me like one of your french girls" ahh😭🙏)

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

shes not inexperienced, since you're both the same gender she knows the anatomy and where everything is, but shes not the greatest either. afterall, she and cat broke up, and her first love interest got infected so she hasn't had much real experience aside from the few times she's done it with you.

↻ ^. F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

she doesn't have just one. either any positon where she has the opportunity to be in between your legs, or where she can see your face, purely because she loves to watch the way your eyes flutter back and the way your expression flickers and changes with each thrust of her fingers or strap as she rubs against your walls.

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

i think she'd be more goofy to start out with, maybe cracking a few jokes here and there if she's nervous in order to ease the tension, especially if it's her first time with you. but as things get more heated she would dial down the jokes and start taking it more seriously.

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

she thinks its a hassle to shave down there completely, but she doesn't let it grow out of control. she keeps it tidy, but if you insist on her doiny so, she'll (begrudgingly) shave herself completely, if it bothers you that much.

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

okok hear me out; the first time you guys had sex, you guys were scheduled to hang out and watch a movie later on in the day. she was soooo nervous about making you uncomfortable. so, what was the most logical thing to do? talk to jesse about what she should do. since at the time jesse and dina were dating, she figured he would be able to offer some sort of insight. she went over to jesse's before you came over and the two of them debated on doing the cliché thing where you set up candles, dim lighting, and rose petals all over, but ended up chucking the idea since it was "overused and cheesy" (according to ellie.).

eventually she did come up with a plan, which was to play a song she wrote on guitar for you, but it all went out the window because she got too anxious and her fingers would slip, playing the wrong cords. instead, her face heated out of embarassment and she ended up blurting "can i kiss you?" and it went on from there.

↻ ^. J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

i can't really see her masturbating all that often. she has you to go to when she needs release, afterall. if you're not available she's perfectly content with waiting most of the time. if she really can't wait, though, she'll use her fingers or her vibrator and imagine you on top of her. the thought of you fucking her until her legs are shaking always gets her to come quickly.

↻ ^. K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

she loves pinning you. she'll grab your hands and hold them above your head if you continously get in the way of what she's trying to do. will also press your hips down if you're squirming too much while she fucks you. she's not against tying you up either. she wouldn't use rope though, only silk or something soft so that the rope doesn't dig into your skin and potentially hurt you or leave an unwanted mark.

↻ ^. L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

she believes sex should be a private thing, so she wouldn't do it anywhere that someone could possibly see you. so usually you're doing it in the privacy of her house or yours in jackson. sometimes though, if you two are alone on patrol and you're particularly needy that day, she'll bring you to the nearest lookout and have you there.

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

your voice is like the coal to her engine. she loves hearing the way you moan when shes in between your legs or when you grab her hair while she's eating you out. if she's teasing you and you say her name in that desprate, needy tone, then expect to get whatever youre asking for and more because thats one way to cave and give you what you need right then and there.

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

she would never do anything to intentionally hurt you. so nothing like drawing blood or anything having to do with using weapons of any sort. maybe lightly choking you if you really wanted her to but thats about it.

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

prefers giving more than she does recieving. the sound of your voice is enough to get her off just fine. she'll never say it out loud, but the times you do feel like topping are secretly her favorites. something about seeing you in that dominant state really gets her going.

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

her pace really depends on where you arr and what her mood is at the time. most of the time she's slow, she loves being able to take her time with you. but if you're out in public with her and she's desperate for you or if you've been teasing her, she would definitely take you to a private place where she can fuck you.

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

not opposed to quickies, but they don't happen often. she doesn't do quickies with you a lot because she feels like sex is something intimate that shouldn't be rushed. you should be able to have her full attention when she's being intimate with you and she doesn't think it's as enjoyable when you guys are in a rush to finish.

the only time she'll have quickies with you is again, if you or her are desprate to have eachother and really can't wait.

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

she's willing to experiment with you as much as you want, a slong as what you're asking doesn't cross any of her boundaries. but taking risks? very rarely. the thought of you guys doing it in public and getting caught is enough to mortify her to her core.

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

usually? one round is enough to satisfy her. but if shes ovulating, her need for you is almost entirely insatiable. she'll find every excuse in the book to invite you over, or drag you back to her house from social events just so she can have you all to herself until she's satisfied.

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

of course she has toys. using just her fingers and mouth all the time would get boring after a while. she doesn't own all that many, but she has them and she loves to use them on you. her favorite is her strap because the way your eyes roll back when it hits that sweet spot of yours is a sight to behold.

↻ ^. U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

she tries to be a tease, but she always ends up caving. she tries not to, but something about your eyes or the way her name sounds falling from your lips after you say "please, ellie?" will make her give you everything you're asking for and more

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

i cant really see her making too much noise if she's on top. maybe a few low moans if you're making out while doing it, but thats really the most noise she'll make. but if you're topping? prepare for moans loud enough to make part of you wonder if anyone else in jackson can hear her.

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

she absolutely loves talking you through it. she'll work you through your orgasm, saying things like "oh? right there?" when she notices your eyes fluttering back after she hits your sweet spot with her strap. she'll praise the living hell out of you; "god, you're doing so good taking me.", and "c'mon baby, come for me, i know you can do it." once she can tell you're close to finishing.

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

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

her sex drive isn't that high, but she has her moments. restating what was mentioned earlier, if she's ovulating her sex-drive is unbelievably high and she could go for as long as it takes her to be satisfied, which is usually a while.

↻ ^. Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

normally after one round, she would feel more energized after. she would be doing things like cooking for you, cleaning, and overall just being really productive. but if you've both been going at it for a while, expect her to be passed out afterwards. whenever she falls asleep next to you after doing-the-do, she somehow ends up clinging to you in her sleep, wrapped around you like vines until she wakes up; and if she feels you try to pull away she'll just bring you back close to her.

[lotus-n-l0ve]

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z.... with Goo ~~Thank you~~

O my gosh! Who are you Anon? I wanna know. But anyways here is your fic. Hope you like it.

𝐆𝐨𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

— Goo Kim x Female Reader

SYNOPSIS : A-Z alphabetical smut with Goo Kim.

WARNINGS : Cursing, mature content, mention of sex toys, mention of hentai, sex positions, kinks, not proofread, minors dni and don't press 'read more' and then report. Please.

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 // 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

A = Aftercare (what they sre like after sex)

Don't expect aftercare from this man please. If it's just a random hookup, he is out as soon as he you guys finish. If it's more like friends with benefits then maybe, maybe he will do some aftercare.

But if it's more serious like you two are dating or married (not if it's a one sided relationship) Goo will take care of you. First thing after sex is a kiss on your forehead and praises for being good.

Goo, or most of the Lookism characters, has the stamina of horses. So you might be backed out but he is perfectly fine. Goo would either pillow talk or cuddle you to sleep.

B = Body part (favorite body part their own or their partner's)

His own favourite body part is his height. He is pretty tall for an Korean man. He is even 1 cm taller than damn Gun Park (even if it's just 1 cm, a win is a win.)

Now his favourite body part of you is your waist. He has pretty big hands that he likes to wrap around your waist. While making out, when you are sitting on his lap, Goo holds your waist gently ans guides you to grind on his bulge. Other than that, he simply likes to wrap his arm around your waist and bury his head in your neck.

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

Goo fucks you raw and dumb. Pulling out his dick, Goo parts your lips to see thick white cum, oozing out of your pussy. Goo scoops it in his hand before thrusting it back in you.

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

It hurts Goo's pride but he wants to have threesom with you and Gun. Girls are fawning over that man so he must be good and Goo also has this crazy kink. Why? He doesn't know but he thinks about Gun wrecking you up while he masterbates to the scene, fills him up with lust.

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

Goo has tons of experience from all those years he spent whoring around. In fact he probably has more experience than you do. He knows exactly what he is doing. He has studied you so well that even a slight twitch of your eye can tell how you are feeling. Not like he would care if you tell him to stop. He will do whatever the fuck he wants.

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

Goo likes control but I imagine him to like Irish Garden Sex Position and Spread Legs Sex Position and positions like these the most.

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

Of course he is goofy. Is that even a question? When he is rutting into you, rearranging you guts. You lost in moment, with overwhelming pleasure. And that the moment Goo think is the perfect time to crack a stupid ass joke. But he still doesn't stop. He gose on like that didn't just happened with a manic smile.

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

Goo is well groomed. He visits professional salons at least once a month. To get his hair done and other things. He shaves religiously. And FOR SOME REASON he thinks it funny to bleach his public hair just like his hair.

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

Goo can switch between being an romantic lover to a goofy one easily. So easy that even sometimes you are left baffled. One minute he is teasing you and being playful and the next he is worshipping your body like a temple, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

J = Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Goo jacks off not because is always horny but because he is simply board. He would have the real thing (you) but if that's not possible, Goo will jack off thinking about you. Instead of his hand he would imagine his hands to be your mouth.

K = Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Goo is a pretty kinky guy and that's for sure. Some of his kinks would be— choking you, vibrators, bondage, whipping, cosplay, foreplay, vouyresim, auralism, somnophilia, unprotected sex etc.

L = Location (where they like to get it on)

Goo doesn't give a fuck about the location. Most of the time it's wherever he could get his hands on you. Bedroom, living room, Gun's bedroom, back of the car, Charles's office, in front of someone after beating them to death, women's washroom. HE. DOES. NOT. CARE

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

Goo is a damn whore. You wear a dress that flawnts your beautiful neck and he is hard. Or when the flowy skirt brushes against your thighs. When you are bending down to pick something up from the ground, giving him the full view of the panty clinging to your pussy. Everything about you is a turn on for him.

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

Hurting you. Goo is a pretty rickless guy but he would never hurt you, specially if you're someone dear to him. Surprisingly, Goo is also not into daddy kink. That is a big turn off for him. Goo doesn't like fireplay or knifeplay even if is pretty rickless.

O = Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

More than giving he prefers you giving him a handjob or blowjob. Sometimes when he is stressed and he would call you and wishper breathlessly 'I need you' and you understand everything you have to do.

Your warm mouth wrapped around his cock, coating it with your saliva. The lipstick you were often smudging on his dick. You struggle to take the full length in your mouth and look up at him with your doe eyes, prickling with tears. Goo would grab the back of your head, forcing his shaft hit the back of your throat.

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

Depends on his mood. For the most part Goo is painfully slow. He likes to drag it as long as possible. He is sensual too. Moving hair from your sweaty forehead to see you better. Leaving feather kisses on your skin. Entangling his fingers with your.

But when you two are close to cum, his speeds up. Thrust becoming rough and hard. His tip hitting on your g-spot with each thrust.

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

Goo doesn't have a fixed schedule. He never knows when that maniac Charles Choi will summon for him so quickies are something Goo really likes.

He will have at least one quickie every single day. He is a whore after all. And if it's you then he needs to have you. Quickies are common in your sex life.

Quickies are rough and fast. He would randomly corner you away from people's eyes on. Lifting your legs to his hips, Goo would slip your panties to the side and bury himself in you.

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

Goo loves risk. What is life without risk? He is open to try new things any day. He watches anime so there is a big chance that he also watches and probably reads hentai. He has no problem with trying all the kinky shits going on in them.

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

Goo has stamina of horses. He can go hours and hours fucking without breaking a sweat and he does. On his day offs, the starts with delicious breakfast and when you are full Goo fucks you all over the house. Kitchen island, bedroom, living room, in the shower, by the pool and even in the garden. This gose on with breaks in between for you and till the next day.

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

Goo takes pride in himself that he doesn't need any help from toys to satisfy you. The toys are simply for his whether they are being used on him or you. He does have a vast amount of erotic toys.

If he is annoyed or angry with you, he would cuff you hands and legs to the bed and put a automatic dildo between your leg on lowest speed and leave for work. By the time he comes home the would be soked with your cum and you would be crying and begging him to stop. But Goo would still fuck your sensetive swollen pussy till you pass out.

U = Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Goo is a sadistic bitch so of course he LOVES to tease you and torture you. His favourite game is orgasm deniel. Like I said Goo uses toys for his pleasure. When you plan to go out with friends leaving you baby behind, Of he knows before hand then he would sneak a tiny vibrator in your cunt when you are asleep. And when you are with your friends Goo would suddenly turn it on and off. So you would have to control your expression throughout the day and curse that blonde bitch.

V = Volume (are they loud, what suounds, and do they talk)

Goo is a moaner, an unapologetic moaner. He is a slut and everyone should know it by now.

When you are giving him head or he is inside of and your nails dug into his delicate skin, that draws slutiest moans out of him.

W = Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

Goo loves anime and to surprise him you often cosplay as anime characters. When you put on those skimpy outfits and wait for him, sitting on the bed like a obedient puppy, Goo feels his body filling up in lust and desire. Good luck to your pussy.

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

I feel like Goo is big. Bigger than Gun or Samuel (which is a lot.). He has had his dick pearled. A small bead inserted a little away from the crown.

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

His sex drive is not too much or too less. He definitely jerks off everyday and has sex. Maybe once or sometimes even more than trice. It depends on his mood and how stressed he is. One thing for sure, his biggest turn on is you.

Z= Zzzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Goo usually comes home tired from all the gang works and if you have long session of sex, he would instantly fall asleep after you are done. But before drifting into sleep he would hold you down on the bed so that you can't escape, mumble a 'Love you' in his drowsy state.

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[twofrontteethstillcrooked]

Close shave: 10 Oct. Suptober

Dean yawned and leaned against the island to observe. Cas's hair had curled a little in the steam from the pan and Dean's fingers itched to pet it. "What's porridge?" he asked instead.

"There are several versions in various cultures," Cas said, "but we asked Eileen and she said oats."

"So it's oatmeal?"

deancas ust

Metal ringing woke Dean from the dead sleep of a glorious afternoon nap. He staggered into the bunker kitchen ready to fight, an impulse short circuited by the way his sock feet slipped on the tile once he'd descended the stairs.

"Sorry," Jack said. "I dropped a lid."

"To what? Sounded like the whole pan rack exploded in here." Dean's attempt at sternness was undercut by his voice crackling like a tween's as he regained his balance. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Just helping Cas make porridge." Jack went back to rooting through the pantry. "Dried fruit would be good, I think."

Cas was tending something in a small pan on the stove. "This is almost done. If we want to stir the fruit in now, I think it will reconstitute in the milk."

Dean yawned and leaned against the island to observe. Cas's hair had curled a little in the steam from the pan and Dean's fingers itched to pet it. "What's porridge?" he asked instead.

"There are several versions in various cultures," Cas said, "but we asked Eileen and she said oats."

"So it's oatmeal?"

"We're stealing some of Sam's," Jack said, sprinkling a handful of cherries into the pan. "Hopefully he won't mind."

"Nah," Dean said. 

He watched for another minute, rubbing sleep from his eye. Side by side, Cas and Jack were so much like a biological parent and child – same mannerisms, similar features – it was slightly spooky. Not that biology was necessary to make a family, Dean knew. Just that… It sometimes struck him funny. Made his chest ache. 

"You wanna try some?" Jack asked him while Cas scraped sludge into two bowls.

"He can have my portion," Cas said, a smile at the corner of his mouth as he made eye contact with Dean.

Dean's stomach growled. It had been all of two hours since he'd had a meal. 

At the kitchen table, staring down into the bowl, he felt less hungry, more despondent. He'd never been an oatmeal aficionado. Growing up, he and Sam sometimes ate the instant stuff with the consistency of glue. Cold cereal was easier to contend with in a motel room; untoasted Pop Tarts were more manageable in a car; and on the road, an old fashioned Pig 'n a Poke was the undisputed champion, even if it killed a guy repeatedly.

He bought himself some time by asking, "Why'd you get a hankering for porridge anyway?"

"Oh," Jack said, "we watched Wallace and Gromit: A Close Shave. There was a cyberdog and a bunch of lost sheep and a malfunctioning porridge robot."

Literally none of that sentence made any sense to Dean except the part where a movie (a movie?) had been watched without him.

"You were napping," Cas reminded him, having – apparently – accurately read whatever confusion was in Dean's face.

"This is good," Jack said to Cas, sounding surprised. "I like the chewiness."

Dean was so depressed about having to try the porridge he could feel his body attempting to go to sleep again to protect his digestive tract. No. Dammit. He was an adult who wanted to experience new things. He blinked open his eyes widely, wielded his spoon with fierce determination, and took a big bite of gloop.

The first second was horrifying, but the mouthful immediately improved thereafter. The oats were chewy, though not in an off-putting way, and the flavor was lightly nutty and salty and brown sugar sweet, with a little pop of sour from one of the cherries. 

"Not bad," he had to admit. "Not bad at all."

"I can follow directions," Cas said, with more humor than defensiveness. 

"First time for everything." Dean grinned quickly between bites and went back to devouring the porridge like a starving dog.

"Do you know how to make oatmeal cookies?" Cas asked him.

"Ooh, yeah, do you?" Jack chimed in.

"Not really," Dean said, "but we can look up a recipe later."

"I'm shadowing Jody tomorrow," Jack reminded him.

"Well," Dean said, "we can wait until you're back." He'd forgotten he and Cas would be alone in the bunker for a day or two, assuming Sam and Eileen stayed out on a hunt for a while longer. He kept his eyes on his emptied bowl. "Or, y'know, me and Cas could make a small batch, just like a trial run."

He chanced looking up at Cas and let himself get lost in that intense blue for a second. 

"Sounds like a plan," Cas said softly.

"Great." Jack was already putting his empty bowl in the sink. "Do you want me to help do the dishes?"

"We can wash them up," Dean said, already thinking about standing next to Cas with their hands knocking against each other in soapy water. 

Cas looked like he was thinking the same thing.

Fuck it, Dean thought, and slid his hand beneath Cas's, right there at the table. Cas gripped him tight, as usual.

[devvbabyy]

Forever and Ever

paring: Rhett Abbott x reader

cw: throwing up, sickness, hair loss, mentions of survival rates, light? angst, if i missed any please let me know!

foreword; Hi! This is my first ever drabble (that i’m posting) criticism is always appreciated but please do so nicely 🙂, lowercase intended. lightly based off lyrics of forever and ever amen by randy travis.

you were hunched over the toilet bowl just finishing your latest round of throwing up when you heard the stairs creek under rhett’s weight, he was just coming back in from tending to the horses and doing his morning rounds.

as the bathroom door got pushed open you heard rhett say in a low voice “oh baby, here let me get you a washcloth, do you want warm water or cold?”

“warm please” you croaked as you wiped the tears off of your face with your free hand that wasn’t holding you up.

“whadda ya need sweetheart” he whispered as he kneeled down to hand you the damp cloth and gathered your hair to get it out of your sweaty face.

you turned your head to look at him with your swollen eyes and replied “i just wanna get in bed honey, i don’t think i can make it, could you help me?”

“of course darlin’ cmon i got you” rhett gathered you up in his arms and made the short walk to your guy’s bed and gently placed you on it. he propped you up against his chest and grabbed a hair tie to start braiding your hair so it wouldn’t get in the way of your face.

As he grabbed the brush to start combing the knots out of your hair you could feel the strands coming loose. rhett gently started at the bottom and slowly worked his way up, he stopped a couple times to get the hair out of the bristles of the brush and you couldn’t bare to look at how much hair you had lost this time around.

three months ago you had gotten diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer, rhett has taken care of you through all of chemo appointments and the bouts of doctors appointments that seemed never ending. one thing that rhett always loved about you was your hair. dark brown, wavy, and almost always done in some type of braid.

early on in y’all’s relationship rhett had asked if you could teach him how to braid so he could do your hair as well as amy’s and any future daughters that you guys were sure that you would have. but that was before, before the diagnosis, before the 40% chance of survival, before the loss of your hair. you’ve tried to keep up with it as much as possible but at this point with how much your hair has thinned and the bald spots that were beginning to show you didn’t know what to do.

rhett got done braiding and you turned to look at him with a soft smile and a look of adoration. “thank you baby, i love you” you whispered as if it was the last time you would ever say it.

“oh darlin’ you know i would do it ten times over, forever and ever” he said with a quick kiss to your forehead as he laid you down.

a while later you woke up to the sun streaming through the curtains and realized that you must have nodded off sometime after rhett laid you down. you reached a hand behind you to feel the bed and was met with cold crumpled sheets. you push yourself up and look around the room you could hear rhett downstairs lightly singing to the radio that you guys had.

as you make your way to the bathroom you catch a glance of the razor that you use to cut rhett’s hair when it gets scraggly. you take a moment and think about your hair and how much easier it would be if you went ahead and shave it off, with a quick glance back you make the decision.

“rhett” you call downstairs with an uneasy tone in your voice.

“comin darlin” he replies as you hear footsteps start to make their way up the steps and into the bathroom.

as he enters he sees the razor in your hand that you grabbed as he was making his way into the bathroom. he stops and leans on the doorway with a quick glance to you, the razor, and you again. with a raised brow he asks “is it already haircut time for me again?” .

you chuckle and give a reply of “nope, it’s my time for a haircut” .

“o-oh?” is the only thing he lets out as he realizes what you mean. “baby, you wanna shave your head?” he asks.

a quick glance in the mirror makes you realize that this was going to happen sooner or later.

“can you do it for me, please” you ask him quietly with your eyes squeezed shut.

“of course sweetpea” is the reply that comes from your sweet husband.

as he goes to plug the razor in you take a breath and start to undo your braid, you run your fingers through your hair and more chunks had come out. that just solidifies your decision. rhett sits you on the counter and you turn around, hugging your knees to your chest.

he flips the switch to the razor to ON and looks at you through the mirror. with a final nod you close your eyes. he parts your hair and starts to run the razor along your scalp, you feel the hair start to fall down your shirt, onto the counter, into the sink.

2 minutes later you hear the razor go off. “okay darlin’ you can open your eyes now, it’s all done” he says as he sets his chin on your shoulder. “i didn’t think you could get any prettier but here we are” rhett whispers in your ear.

you let out a small giggle and open your eyes, as you look in the mirror and make eye contact you see rhett staring at you with pure love on his face. you move your eyes away from his and glance at your head, small peach fuzz was what your hair resembled now. you run your hand across the back of your head and let out a small sigh.

“what would i do with you you honey, thank you for doin this it means a lot” you say as you turn around to look him directly in the eye.

“you know i would do it ten times over sweetheart, forever and ever” he says as he plants a kiss on the top of your head.

[jcbbby]

i was hoping you could try to write a smut alphabet nsfm with jamie campbell bower 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

hello there! my hotel room in Sweden is too damn hot and I can’t sleep, and I have a couple requests for this in my inbox, so I figured I’d give it a go. truthfully I had no idea what this meant....so I did some, you know, scientific research and y'all are WILD and horny.

but I aim to please, so... without further ado....my thoughts on NSFW Jamie alphabet. just my guesses, obviously do not have much actual facts or intel on this. feels a bit weird trying to lay out the details of the sex life of someone who does not know I exist BUT it’s all in good fun right? ;)

jesus, please close your eyes and look away for a minute....

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

Jamie's a cuddler, for sure. Things may get pretty heavy, but afterwards, he wants you to feel safe and cared for. You may have just done the nastiest, kinkiest shit of your LIFE. But Jamie is still going to caress you softly, give you lil kisses all over, tell you how beautiful you are, and how great you did.

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

Jamie's favorite body part for himself is his eyes. He loves being able to gaze over you, memorizing every curve of your body, watching you enjoy the pleasure he's giving you. He doesn't have a favorite body part on you, you're entire form is perfection in his eyes.

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

There's no doubting he knows how to bring a partner to the best orgasm of their life. My mans has been around the block. He's also very communicative, he wants you to tell him what makes you feel good and how to get you there.

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

For sure, absolutely, no doubt has done the dirty at an event, either in a bathroom or in a car. I will not be convinced otherwise.

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

Honey, he's a pro. He exudes sexual confidence. We all know what’s up.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Hitting it doggy style never gets old when you just wanna go to town and get wild with the other, but there are times when the mood calls for something more sensual and intimate. Sometimes he just wants to hold you tight, his face buried in your neck leaving love bites, whether it be sitting, standing, or laying down.

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

As we've established, Jamie is no stranger to a sexual encounter. He is no stranger to the straight up weird and gross happenings that come along with getting busy. Even when he's in dom mode, he's the first to let out a chuckle and crack a joke.

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

I get the feeling he manscapes, at least keeps it tidy for the most part, but isn't embarrassed to just let bodies do what they do. I also firmly believe that he isn't averse to his partner having body hair and doesn't care at all if they're not totally shaved.

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

Jamie can give you the best of both worlds. He can give you the rough, teasing, dirty talking sex. He can give you sensual, you're so fucking beautiful, I love you sex. He goes off of your vibe to make you feel good in whatever way you need.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Phone sex is always a go with Jamie when you're apart. Also get the sense he may be into mutual masturbation on occasion, just watching you pleasure yourself would send him off the rails.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

King of kink. My guy loves bondage, loves edging, loves being a dom, LOVES to discipline you if you're being a brat. Totally could see him being down for a threesome, male or female.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Nothing beats your own bed, or a hotel room in a new city.

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

It doesn't take much to get Jamie going, he's very easily turned on by you. Sometimes it'll be you wearing his favorite tight outfit, or sometimes it'll be you fresh out of the shower in just a towel. He loves hearing you moan and seeing how good he's making you feel, as you're calling out his name.

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

Jamie is very adventurous in the bedroom and there's really almost nothing that would be off limits, so long as you're into it too. He would never force anyone to do anything they were uncomfortable with.

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

Yo okay 100% this man eats pussy. I don't know any other way to put it, this man HELLAAAAAAAAAA eats pussy. I've never been more sure of anything in my life that James Metcalfe Campbell Bower KNOWS how to give some world class head. He also LOVES to have the favor returned, but I sense he would choose to go down on you first.

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

Jamie can be both, whatever feels right. He can be rough and fast if you just wanna go at it. But if you’ve had a long day and he wants to make you feel good or if he’s feeling particularly in love with you, he can be gentle and passionate just as easily.

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

Quickies are good. Always up for a quickie. Prefers having plenty of time to tease and fool around, most definitely, but if you’re in he’s in.

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

Absolutely down. If there’s something new to try out, and you’re down with it, it’s game on baby.

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

As long as you can go, he will match you, and that’s a promise, babes.

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

There is a grand selection of accessories. He loves using toys on you and watching you squirm and react to them. Handcuffs are frequently used.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Once again, edging is a biiiiig thing. He will tease letting you finish because it drives the both of you wild. He also loves being a dom and having a brat try to talk back to him so he can punish them in the most delicious ways.

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

He is not shy about his own vocalizing and he LOVES hearing you too, especially if you’re moaning his name. God does he love that. He is into dirty talk and praising, and he’ll ask you often if that feels good and if you like that, both for his own sexual ego and to make sure he’s doing good himself.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon)

Like I mentioned, I could absolutely see Jamie having a threesome, of any gender combo. He’s a guy who just likes to make people feel good and he’s very comfortable with his sexuality.

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

I bet average, nothing too crazy. A very satisfying average. All that matters is that he def knows how to use it, babe.

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

Definitely pretty high, but I don’t think it’s like he wants it all the time or that he’d be overwhelming you with pressure to bang 24/7. But if you’re giving the vibe you’re down, he has no second thoughts and is immediately into it. He just wants to be close to the person he feels most intimate with and to make them feel good, or exploring the exciting dynamic of power and consent, if that’s how the mood is feeling.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I feel like he’s not the type to fall asleep right after. I get the sense that he would be down to cuddle and be lovey or at least offer praise afterwards, maybe even share a snack depending on how rigorous the activities were. He would make sure you were feeling satisfied and safe before knocking out, for sure.

[aparticularbandit]

Take A Sad Song and Make It Better - Chapter Five

Summary: Miles almost hit Duke when he left Andi’s place.  He didn’t stay to make sure that Andi actually died.  What if, in all of the attempts to get into the house, one of them heard the car still rumbling in the garage?  What if Andi didn’t die?

Chapter Rating: T. Fic Rating: T. TW: Hospital scenario.

AO3

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“Babe.  I know you wanna be here.”

Lionel overhears Duke’s gruff voice as he starts across the parking lot to the hospital, straightening his shirt and trying to make sure that he doesn’t look like he just ransacked someone’s house. Because he didn’t, technically. He didn’t take anything because he didn’t find anything.  Which is maybe the worst of the options.

His hands clench into fists and then relax as he shoves them into his pockets.

“Babe.  She doesn’t even know you.”

Duke stands with one arm crossed and the other holding his phone to his ear. He’s right, of course.  Andi doesn’t know who Duke’s latest arm candy is.  Lionel barely remembers her name – it’s something to do with some sort of alcohol – Bourbon, maybe? – but she’d only been on their trips since Andi stopped joining them, so they’ve never met.

Lionel taps Duke’s shoulder, pulls down his mask, and mouths, Room number?  He waits as Duke shifts his phone to his other hand and signs – actually hand signs because Andi had taught all of them a few signs back when Miles decided their annual get-together should involve scuba diving years ago, in the early days – something so quick that Lionel almost misses it.  His brow furrows, and this time, Lionel catches it, then gives Duke a nod and a thumbs up.

“Babe, I’d love for you to be here, but I gotta know the scope first—”

Whiskey, Lionel remember as he steps through the doors without a snap of his fingers, Duke’s voice getting cut off with the close of the doors behind him.  Her name is Whiskey.  Just the sort of thing someone like Duke would want a shot of when he’s sick.

That’s not fair, Lionel can hear Andi say from far, far away.  You can’t assume they’re all bimbos, Lionel.  Those girls play a smarter game than you think.

Lionel remembers rolling his eyes.  The last one – actually named Candy – had less sense than Birdie, and he can only handle one idiot at a time.  Not that Birdie’s an idiot. He loves Birdie, he does, but sometimes her lack of the good sense anyone should have makes him queasy.  But it meant that he’d spent most of his time avoiding Duke’s literal Candy and not getting to know her.

Andi just raised her eyebrows, gave him that look that said he was being blind and not seeing everything the way she did, and nudged his arm with her elbow.  C’mon. Let’s get drunk, and then you won’t care.

And she was right. He hadn’t.

(A few months later, and Lionel was discussing the problems of this Klear bullshit with Andi while she reassured him that she had everything under control.  And look how that had turned out.)

Lionel shifts his mask a bit before rapping on Andi’s door with one knuckle. Shave and a haircut—

The answer, much softer, from within – Two bits – Claire probably tapping it out on the wood of her chair before standing and opening the door to him.

It’s a small thing, but anyone in their little group could have done it. Any of them but Miles, who still could have but had never been part of that little joke.  It was before his time, when they’d all met up at Andi’s place for a movie, the first time they’d met anywhere other than the Glass Onion as a full group.  She had Who Framed Roger Rabbit pulled out, which came out when most of them were in second or third grade, and had been a point of horror for poor Duke, who had been a little younger than the rest of them when he first saw it (which led to him cowering, shaking, hiding against Birdie when the poor shoe got dipped).  But by the end of it, they’d all had their characters – Lionel was Eddie, Claire Dolores, Duke Benny the Cab, Andi was Jessica Rabbit, and Birdie was the titular Roger – because that fit each of them so well.

At the time, anyway.

(Miles hated it because he’d never had a character.  If the suspicions Lionel has are right – the ones he keeps trying to ignore – than Miles did – and does – have a character.  Judge Doom.)

Claire opens the door, and Lionel, pulling on the old memory, gives her a wry little smile.  “Hey, Dolores.”  He nods to Andi.  “How’s our dear Jessica doing?”

At his words, Andi’s brow furrows.  She makes a small sound of discontent, and then her brow smooths back out, as though nothing had changed at all.

Claire turns back at the sound, stares at her, and then lets out a little breath before slipping out and shutting the door behind her.  “They won’t let more than one of us sit with her at a time,” she says, her voice slightly muffled by her mask.  “Covid restrictions.  You know.”

“I know.”  Lionel nods twice, his gaze only leaving Andi once the door shuts and blocks her from his view.  His fingers clench reflexively, and his head lowers.  “It wasn’t there, Claire.”  He lowers his voice even more than his head, so soft that it’s barely above a whisper. He isn’t sure how Claire can hear him through the mask, but she’s always had impressive hearing.  “The envelope,” he says, specifying, before repeating, “it wasn’t there.”

Claire doesn’t respond, and for a moment, Lionel can pretend that she didn’t hear him at all.  Then he glances up and sees how ashen her face is, how wide her eyes are, and that faint way she shudders as though she is trying not to do so.  “Claire.”  He wraps his arms around her by instinct alone and pulls her against him.  “It’s going to be okay,” he lies, because there’s no way he can know how all of this is going to turn out.  But it’s a comfort, it’s an attempt at comfort, and she bows to it, leans her head against his shoulder, and lets herself quiver with the anxiety attack he knew would come.  He runs a hand through her dark, thick hair.  “It’s going to be okay.”

“You don’t have to lie to me, Lionel,” Claire whispers, the words muddied by her mask.  She shivers against him.  “You don’t have to say it will be okay when we both have nothing to tell us it will.”

Lionel nods and just holds her tighter against him.

Which, honestly, should be enough.  They should be able to have this moment.  Duke’s outside, still on the phone.  He’s here.  Andi’s still in her bed, not quite awake.  That should be it.

Except.

“Oh, honestly, do you two have to do that here, too?”

Lionel doesn’t even raise his head.  “Birdie,” he groans, “how did I get here before you?”

“We stopped at a Burger King for a salad.”  Birdie steps closer, heels of her shoes sharp on the hospital tile. “Got you a burger, too.  And one of those slushies Claire likes so much.” Her head tilts behind her as Lionel finally looks up.  “Left the chocolate milkshake Whopper combo with Duke.  He really needed that.”  Her brow furrows as she holds another milkshake aloft.  “Milkshake for Andi, too.  She’s awake now, yeah?”

Claire slips out of Lionel’s arms and wraps her own around herself as she looks up at Birdie.  “There’s…a lot you don’t know, Bird.”  She brushes her hair back behind one ear, and for a moment, it looks like she’s regained some of her color.  “Lionel, you should go see her,” she says before passing him to Birdie, “while I catch her up.”

She meets his eyes briefly, and he hears what she doesn’t say.

Don’t say anything about the envelope.

Just as silently, he agrees.

~

“So,” Claire says, gently guiding Birdie away from Andi’s room, “where’s Peg?”

Birdie shrugs.  “She said something about wanting to wait in the car, but I think she just wanted to see Duke eat his combo all at once.”  She grimaces and props one hand on her hip.  “You know, he told me he couldn’t have milkshakes anymore!  But I see him drink shakes all the time on his little YouTube show.”

“Those are protein shakes, Bird.”

“There’s protein in milkshakes, too!”  Birdie’s eyes widen.

Claire gives her a look.  Stares at her.  Examines her.  Birdie isn’t a great actress, but she was a model. Even if she wasn’t a bodybuilder, she should know that someone like Duke, who is focused on maintaining a muscular physique, wouldn’t want a milkshake or anything else that could potentially ruin that.  “Birdie, don’t you lie to me.”

All at once, Birdie giggles, her nose scrunching up in that way she does when she’s the most excited, that way that Claire finds adorable, that way that has made it hard for her to ever think less of Birdie, despite everything else. “You’re right,” she says, giving Claire a little shove.  “But he’s still out there – how does he call it? – scarfing it down!”

Well, sure, Claire thinks but doesn’t say.  Give Duke a Whopper, and he’s all over it.  Especially when he’s having a rough day.  And today?  It’s been a rough day for all of them.  Even Birdie, who wouldn’t so much as look at a Burger King on her worst days, unless she needed something to make her feel better – even if it is just a salad.  Just like Birdie to pull her feelings on what she doesn’t know to use by buying comfort food for everyone else.  She reaches out, takes her cherry slushie (extra-large, because when it comes to comfort food, calories don’t count), and leads Birdie back outside so they can talk clearly without masks.

As Claire takes her mask half-off, letting it hang from her ear, she gives Birdie a little nod.  “Surprised to see you in one of those,” she says before taking the first drink of her slushie and immediately relaxing.

“Peg had an extra one in the car.”

Something tells Claire that Peg has a lot of extra masks in the car because Birdie probably forgets them everywhere they go and throws them away without even thinking about washing them (and is probably especially picky about which ones she wears in the first place).

“So what’s going on with Andi?” Birdie asks, leaning in conspiratorially, holding half of her mask away from her ruby red lips.  “You said she wasn’t awake?  She’s still not awake?  I thought we were just going to check on her, and then there’s all this don’t tell Miles and don’t come here, and it’s all very confusing.”  Her brows furrow.  “I know my birthday’s coming up, but dragging me all the way out to a hospital for a surprise party is not what I’d call a good time—”

“It’s not, Birdie.  It’s not,” Claire interrupts, cutting off the rambling that she knows from experience is just as much Birdie’s way of covering her own uncertainty as it is her attempt to stem her fear.  “When we got there – to Andi’s house – the new one – all of the lights were out, and the doors were all locked, but we….”  She swallows, tastes the cherry on her own lips, and forces herself to keep going, “We heard a car going in the garage.”

Birdie’s brows furrow even deeper, and her gaze drops as she tries to puzzle through things.  “That doesn’t make any sense,” she says, tapping a finger on her cheek.  “You don’t leave a car running in the garage.” Her eyes widen, and she meets Claire’s eyes with her own green ones.  “She didn’t back into the door, did she?”

Claire shakes her head.  “No, she was….”  She swallows again, harder this time, around a rising lump in her throat.  “We think she wanted to die.”

Or someone wanted to kill her, she thinks but refuses to believe and absolutely refuses to say to Birdie.

Birdie stares at Claire.  Just stares at her.  “Andi?” she says in a voice like an echo.  “Wanted to die?”  She giggles, lips pulled back into her normal smile.  “Why would she ever do that? You’ve got the wrong girl!”  She reaches over, slaps Claire’s arm, still all smiles.  "No, really, Claire.  What’s going on?”

Claire stares at her.  She can’t think of any other way to explain it.  So she takes a deep breath in, pushes her hand through her hair, and lets out a heartfelt sigh.  “I don’t know,” she says, and her shoulders start to shake again – this time not from panic, but from the weight of everything that has happened in the past twenty-four hours.  “I don’t know, I don’t—”

When she looks up, Birdie’s smile falters.  It’s a quick flinch of a thing, a stutter, quicker than the flash on the paparazzi cameras that tend to follow both of them on the odd occasion, even quicker than the ones that surrounded their entire crew during Andi’s trial against Miles.  Unlike that moment, it doesn’t slip, doesn’t fall, regains its standing – that grin that is so naturally Birdie at her best.  “Right. So we just have to convince her to not die!”

Claire chuckles, wipes away the tears that were gathering under her eye, and nearly smiles.  “Sure, Bird. Convince her not to die.  We are just the people to do that.”

“Doesn’t look like there’s anyone else!”  Birdie grabs Claire’s hand and gives it a squeeze.  “We just have to be there when she wakes up!”  She tugs Claire back down the hallway then stops and turns back to her, brow furrowing.  “…so why do we need to wake her up, again?”

[drunktuesdays]

two

[one]

[podfic of this part]

Eddie lets himself into the bathroom without knocking. Garcia glances up for a second, and then looks away with a studied indifference. The kid's shaving his chest, and it's hard to look cool with foam all over your pert little nipples, but Eddie's gotta give him credit for trying.

"I watched your match on the monitors last week," Eddie says. He leans against the closed door and watches the kid try and ignore him.

"Oh yeah?" Garcia says. He drags the razor down over one tit, and then pauses, rinses it clean in the sink. "You like it?"

"Well," Eddie says, "My man Mox always kills it out there, you know?" Garcia huffs a laugh and then looks in the mirror, flexes. Little shit. "I did like that one move," he says.

"Which one"

"The one where you landed ass up in the ring, presenting," Eddie says. "What was that?"

There's a beat where Eddie doesn't think Garcia's gonna answer, but then he says dryly, "Entertainment."

Eddie busts out laughing, a big genuine belly laugh. He can see the kid go pink with pleasure and try to hide it and that only makes him laugh harder. When he gets a hold of himself again, he says, "see, I like you, Garcia. Sometimes you're alright."

"Gee thanks, mister," Garcia says, bratty.

"You're welcome," Eddie says, cheerily. "But Mox still ain't gonna fuck you."

The razor in the kid's hand makes a loud noise as it clatters against the porcelain of the sink. Garcia wheels around and stares at him, outraged. "Who said—"

"Where I come from," Eddie shrugs big and theatrical, "A pose like that's meant to be an invitation. And I'm just trying to save you some time here, Mox's busy. He ain't got time to fuck you."

"Maybe I'll fuck him," Garcia says, chest puffing out a little bit. "You keep underestimating me and I—"

"Mm," Eddie says. He reaches behind his hip and clicks the lock on the bathroom door. Garcia shuts up real quick and watches Eddie with dark, hot eyes. Eddie kicks off the door with one shove of his boot and ambles closer to the kid. He's still got a little shaving cream on his chest, patches where he'd been too distracted to do it right. "Cute," Eddie says, flicking one nipple. "Anyone ever tell you that? You got such cute little tits."

Garcia flares up again and shoves Eddie back a step, says, "Don't call them that. I'm not some little omega you can push around—"

"Ay, calm down," Eddie says. "Jesus, you wanna bring your dingdong dads in here with all that yelling?" Garcia shuts up, but he's still huffing through his nose, like an angry little bull. It makes Eddie wanna laugh at him again, but sometimes he does have some tact, so instead, he reaches around Garcia's back and grabs the razor out of the sink, flashes it in the water quick and then holds it up. "You want me to get the rest of you?"

Garcia doesn't understand the play, that much is clear. He's frowning at Eddie a little, like he expected Eddie to muscle in here and bend him over again. Good, Eddie likes it when people don't know what to expect. He waggles the razor again in Garcia's face until he finally gets a short sharp nod. Then he backs Garcia up until Garcia's sitting on the edge of the sink, Eddie between his legs.

Eddie stopped bothering with shaving off his body hair a long time ago. Ain't nobody ever hired him for his looks anyway, and that shit takes too damn long. But it ain't rocket science to trace the edge of Danny's—tit, he'll fucking call it a tit if he fucking wants to, Jesus—and scrapes away the last scraggles of what the kid calls chest hair. He rinses the razor out a few times, goes back over it with even smooth strokes until the kid's skin is sweet and bare like a girl. When he's done, he tosses the razor back in the sink and wets the edge of a paper towel and swipes over the kid's chest, wiping away the last of the foam. The kid smells good, like aftershave and clean good sweat.

He's also hard and trembling like a racehorse under Eddie's hands. Eddie has to bite back another laugh, and smooths a hand down the kid's chest, letting his thumb graze roughly over the kid's nipple. "All done," he says. "Tips go in the jar up front."

Garcia doesn't say anything, chin sticking out mutinously, waiting. Eddie's hands brush down the kid's sides, and then land on his spread thighs. Eddie can feel Garcia flex the muscles under his hands, and then settle almost immediately, trying to stay still. Not give anything away.

"I don't think I've ever wanted anything," Eddie says, low. "As much as you need this."

Garcia drags in a breath, ready to say something—annoying, no doubt. And Eddie doesn't fuckin wanna hear it, so he doesn't wait around, just goes for the waist of the kid's joggers and drags them down just enough to get his dick out. Whatever stupid shit the kid was gonna say gets swallowed real quick when Eddie gets a hand around him.

He doesn't normally like giving handjobs—what the fuck, who really does? It's alright in a mutual situation, maybe, but even then, it's like, hey you really want the other person to concentrate on you, you know? But whatever, something about this kid makes Eddie wanna fuck with him. He dryjacks him a few times, just for fun and then holds his hand up and says, "Lick."

Garcia gives him an outraged look, but then grudgingly grabs Eddie's wrist and gets his palm real wet and messy. Gets a little too into it like he's trying to rile Eddie up enough to push him to his knees, but Eddie just laughs at him again. "Cute," he says, and then gets a hand back on the kid, jerking him sweet and nice. He can feel Garcia's hips lifting into each stroke, and Eddie's so busy watching how nice it looks, his pretty little dick sliding through Eddie's hand, that he doesn't see it coming when Garcia clumsily paws his chin up and kisses him.

It's startling at first, but fuck it, Eddie's policy is that when someone kisses him, he'll kiss em back and then decide if he likes it. It's served him pretty good up til now, and as he's kissing the kid and jacking his little dick, it's alright. He likes it. Likes how good the kid's mouth tastes, likes the eager way Garcia responds, letting Eddie lick right into his mouth. Likes muscling even closer to the open v of the kid's thighs, so that his fist around Garcia's dick drags against both their stomachs with every stroke.

Eventually the kid starts losing the plot, and his mouth goes slack and open under Eddies, so Eddie switches to his neck, sucks a messy little hickey under his jaw. The kid's panting loudly, little groans signalling the end is coming real quick, and yeah, there it is. His little baby knot blows up under Eddie's hand, and Eddie holds it tight until the kid spurts up all over his own chest, dripping messily down those hot boy abs.

Eddie smacks one last kiss against the kid's neck, and then steps back to survey his work.

"Where you going?" Garcia says, a little whiny. "You want—"

"Nah," Eddie says. "I gotta wrestle a dark match in a bit. That was just for you, cuz I liked your match."

Immediately, the kid's languid post-orgasm mood goes away. He sits up straight, and then hops down off the sink. "What the fuck," he says. "Why'd you start something then?"

"Quit bitchin' at me," Eddie says, honestly a little startled. "What do you care? You got yours."

"I don't owe anyone nothing," Garcia says fiercely. "This thing with us—you don't get to do that. It's not just me. You have to want it too or don't start it."

"I didn't say—" Eddie starts, but Garcia looks mutinous, furious, crackling with energy. Jesus Christ, save him from hopped up little alphas getting their dicks wet for the first time. "Aight, aight, keep your pants on," he says. "Come to my room tonight after the show."

Garcia pauses, clearly interested. "Your room," he repeats slowly. "Tonight."

"Yeah, yeah," Eddie says, and leans around the kid to rinse his hand off in the sink. "I'll text you when I'm up there, if you still wanna. Won't hold it against you if you get a better offer."

"I'll be there," Garcia snaps, but he looks a little awkward about it, like he doesn't quite know how to stand, the coming then the fighting mixing all weird in his blood.

Eddie grins at him obnoxiously. "See ya out there kid," he says, and tweaks a nipple. Ignores the annoyed squawk, and swaggers out of the bathroom. Heads out to catering, grins cheerfully at 2.0 as he passes.

"Eddie," someone yells as he passes. Eddie holds up a middle finger, then turns it into a wave. Gonna be a good night, he thinks, unaccountably amused.

[onwards to three]

[lesbian-ed]

Hi. I don't know if this blog is still active but in case it is I was hoping maybe to hear some thoughts from you, or maybe even your followers, about confidence and comfort towards one's own body. Like how to deal with anxiety. I am lesbian, obviously female, way too old, I've never had sex, or even really dated. I don't approach people romantically because I hate my body and distance myself from all chances for dating. I've been trying to lose weight but I've struggled with obesity practically all my life. I also think I'm much hairier (I mean it's everywhere and I'm not light haired either omg) than what is normal for most women, and I hate both shaving and just letting the hair grow. I have more or less given up on dating because I don't want people to see me naked or get close to me. Sometimes I feel I'm content but sometimes I feel this isn't healthy: it concerns me that my hatred for my body is keeping me from experiencing intimacy, and how long can that go on until it becomes psychologically damaging. Though who am I kidding - the damage's been done. I understand that people of all shapes and sizes etc. date, fall in love and so on, but I have this deep-rooted discomfort about my body that I've felt since I was around twelve. So I was hoping to hear some thoughts or experiences on how one might overcome this kind of persistent disgust, though I understand if this isn't the kind of ask you wanna answer. In any case thank you for reading.

Hi! I'm sorry this ask has been sitting in our inbox for a few months, unfortunately we don't always still have the time or energy to go through the asks anymore. I wanted to answer this, and I know it's so late but here's to hoping you might wander back here someday, and that this may help you, or another woman who feels similary.

I shared this view for a really long time (so much so, I identified as trans for a long time. I never felt "woman enough" because of my body). I struggled with being fat, hairy, "unwomanly".

When I was in school all of my friends got attention from boys and men, and I never peaked anyone's interest. Even though I didn't want to be with boys, I still craved that attention, I thought there was something wrong with me for being someone who no one would ever want. I punished myself with no eating, too much eating, self harm.

For me, what finally clicked was when I was first introduced to radical feminism, and through that I started thinking about the concept of inherent worth. I knew all women had inherent worth for being women, for being alive. I knew I had empathy and care for all women, regardless of thei appearance, and I thought they all deserve respect. That eventually led to the radical realization that if I think all women are worthy, then I must extend this to myself. I am woman, just as any other. And my external appearance doesn't change my self worth.

It really helped to stop seeing what is considered "ugly" as a negative thing, and rather to think of it as neutral, inconseqential, of no value. Instead of looking at all that was "wrong" with me as a bad thing, I took all power from it. I knew that I would never think badly of other women who looked like me, so why would I be the only exception?

Slowly, I was able to take away all the weight I put into my appearance, and became more neutral. Don't get me wrong, I'm not magically healed. There are still days where I'm reminded of all the ways that I don't fit into society's expectations for what a woman should be. I'm reminded of how terrified my mom was and still is that I'd end up staying fat. I'm reminded of aunts and uncles comenting on me losing and gaining weight since I was as young as 6 or 7. I know that being hairy, with dark body hair all over, is not the standard for what's attractive.

But those days have less weight in the grand scheme of things because no longer is my focus in life to be palatable. And I don't mean to come off like I have all the answers, that my way is the only way. I know this is not an easy journey.

But I think in order for you to start seeing yourself as someone who is worthy of desire, of love, of care, first you've got to see yourself as human. The more I look back at how people treated me growing up, at how people still treat me now, the truth is that society doesn't see "ugly" women as people. We are dehumanized, objectified as clutter, things in the way of what is "right".

I'm sure you're a kind and nice person. Look at yourself from the outside in, look at yourself as you'd look at someone else: what would you say to yourself then? Would you really think so badly of you then?

Be patience. I understand we have a lot telling us that we are not good enough, that aging is bad, that we have expiration dates. But as long as you are around, you are human, you are worthy of kindness.

Regarding the romantic aspect of this, I used to share your anxiety, that no one would want to look at me naked, that I would never feel comfortable undressing in front of someone. But then I met my girlfriend, and she made me feel so comfortable with myself that when we finally met and the time came to share intimacy... It just happened so organically, so naturally. It wasn't a performance, it was caring for each other. Not once did she look at me with disgust, not once was she anything but kind. I don't think it's just because she's some saint. I think when you care about someone, attraction comes naturally, and you don't separate body and mind. You just know that is your person, and you want them fully.

So maybe slowly working on allowing others to see you for who you are, not physically, but like.... Your personality. Open up. It doesn't need to be going on dating apps. It's just... surround yourself with women. Be around other women, love them, let them love you.

Things move slow, but self care can be just allowing a friend to tell you you're a good person. Accept compliments, even when your instinct is to tell others that they're wrong. Be kind to yourself. You deserve kindness, there is nothing about the way you look that is inherently wrong.

Posting this here so hopefully we'll hear from others as well, and hopefully you'll catch this one. Take care. Be well. You deserve good things, just because you're human, just because you're there.

[ladyfingersandmetal]

Howdy!

I wanna be more consistent with how I draw Al so here is a mini ref sheet and I just wanted to elaborate on it and sprinkle in some of my own headcannons.

Appearance

Lean, tatted, and looks like he could probably outrun a horse. Also looks like a smug lil bastard

Speaking of tats, his has a sleeve of Roses. As cheesy as it is, it is actually very well done and took HOURS

There is a heavy influence of Marlon Brando in my design for him and I can picture him being great to imitate him PERFECTLY.

He has tanned skin, though still has lots of blush in his skin. He does have dark body hair but he SHAVES it all off. He just cant stand the feeling of hair on him. Plus it shows off his muscles more.

His hair is definitely Auburn! His hair texture is somewhat wavy, though the strands are fine. So when he goes without washing it for a few days it gets greasy.

He has very shapely eyebrows and is a very animated person.

His eyes are light brown. They really do look like they are red with how much they match his hair. Which is why he is often described as having "red eyes".

His wardrobe is just a mod podge of random stuff. Though it is mostly influenced by bikers and cowboys. He usually always wears cowboy boots and denim with some sort of tank top. But some more random stuff is that he does have things from like, skater stores. So he may be sporting white converses, a beanie, skater pants and some sort of band tee on certain days. But he does have a soft spot for fringe and leather as can be seen in most western wear.

General

His full name is Allen Freedom Jones, just "Al" to most.

He is the younger brother to Matt! But this age difference doesn't mean much to them. Especially because they ended up going to school at the same time and graduating the same year. Depending on which brother you ask its because "Matt had a hard time and was held back" Or "Al is the smartest-dumbass you have ever met, he skipped to my grade"

He mostly plays mechanic to himself in his time. Because of that he doesn't have a job, which he doesn't need anyway. Besides that he spends an awful alot of time volunteering! Sometimes its to help out inmates, help the elderly, animals, and so on.

His pockets are boring, mostly because he regularly leaves his house with nothing. It isn't that he forgets, he just finds he can do without his stuff.

Drives a Ford truck just like Matt! Though, they have different models. Al reallLLLy keeps up to date with all car news and is a great guy to ask about diff makes and models.

A social butterfly, though not in a nosey way. He has an amazing ability to relate and connect with people without it being personal. Someone could be friends with him for a year and be surprised to find out that he has a brother, where he is from, where he went to school and other personal details you usually find out when you first meet someone.

He lives to connecting with people in a way that is in the present. Often he does this by building on fun experiences that they share. This being said, he does not just approach people randomly. It is more like, he finds you at the DMV and yall are sitting in line and waiting together so he will chat. Not so much he preys on randoms.

He loves spicy foods, which extends to the sweets he eats. His favorite candies are red hots though he can and will get sick off of them. Also worth mentioning, he loves Fireball.

Sports are a must to him. Especially baseball! Though he can find fun in any sport.

Because he often leave his phone at home, he is bad at responding to texts, emails and so on. He also just does not like typing. So he often takes advantage of speech-to-text functions.

Politics are complicated for a lot of reasons. The best way to describe him is "the most un-patriotic patriot you will ever meet" he loves many of his country's freedoms but also, is the greatest critic. Very folk-punk esque

Offices bore him and depress him. Not much more to say other than that, he goes stir crazy.