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sin-sidejob · 1 year

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Inside Job — New Years

warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, 18+, mentions of sex, allusions to sex, heavy petting, makeout, mentions of alcohol and food, limited consumption of alcohol and or food, genderless reader, gender-neutral pronouns and pet names, mentions of family.

contents: pretty mild considering my other work but tagged adult for safety. cute kissing and making out with your faves, their new or old holiday traditions, mentions of food and drinks and holiday fun. Happy New Year drama free and fillied with fun. Hope y'all enjoy!

a/n: Happy New Years!! From me and the shadow board to you all!! 💖

Brett Hand

the two of you manage to tuck into the corner of the bar you were celebrating in, Brett wanting to join in on the tradition you had with your friends of celebrating out on the town for New Year's and having fun with the family you've found and enjoying the moments and the hijinks that nearly always tend to ensue.

Brett, for some reason, keeps thinking that your friends don't like him when they've threatened you with either stealing him away should you ever hurt him or break his heart or just outright trading you out for Brett. You can't say you're upset, you'd say the same thing. You love this man.

"Thank you for letting me come along!" He exclaims over the music and the noise, bringing you a refill from the bar of the drink you had, making sure to take your drinks and cover them whenever you stepped away or had to use the restroom, taking a sip to assure you they were safe even though you trusted him with your life and told him so, constantly, "I'm having a lot of fun, your friends are kinda' great."

"Funny, they're saying the same about you honey," you murmur in his ear, taking the opportunity to talk low and drape yourself across him like velvet in the cadence of the atmosphere, "telling me everything I already know about, like how wonderful you are, how charming and sweet you can be. How handsome and smart you are," you carry on, littering kisses on the underside of his jaw, uncaring for anyone who manages to see.

"My Brett."

"Your Brett?" he laughs, hesitant and a little nervous, surprised at how affected he is by that statement on your lips. He feels you nod against him as you drape the hand holding your drink over his shoulder while you press your forehead against his neck. "Mhm, they keep threatin' to replace me with you should I treat you wrong."

"Really?"

You nod in response against him, not noting the awe and surprise in his tone and how taken aback he is, always forgetting how your boy is so easily swayed by himself into thinking he's lesser when in reality, he's everything and more. The countdown begins, and quickly you're joined by your friends all gathering around to yell along with the ball drop and for the new year to begin, meanwhile you can't be bothered and have been unable to look away from Brett since the moment you laid eyes on him this morning in bed.

"Absolutely. Wanna' show off and be my kiss at midnight?" and Brett nods enthusiastically in response, taking the drink from your hand and downing it on one, very frat-like, go and bringing you back close to tell you how much he loves you between the both of you. He kisses you into the New Year and manages to do it for the rest of them, and they always feel just the same. Otherworldly.

JR Scheimpough

you celebrate New Year's at a party the two of you were invited to, dressing to the nine's and going out to dinner beforehand at some restaurant that was probably already booked out for weeks, if not months, and yet getting let in with ease from barely any effort from JR. Show off. After dinner, the two of you take a ride and head up to the party from the invitation, a top-floor party at some politician or CEO's place, a big band in full swing with an open bar. It's a black-tie event and you're glad you planned accordingly because you still both look more expensive than the rest do altogether. The two of you manage to sneak a few messy kisses in the elevator before you arrived on the floor, being able to fix his hair after nearly ruining it just before the doors open. If it's noticeable that he's flushed and his lips are puffy, no one comments on it.

after the usual schmoozing and small talk, the both of you sneak away to a balcony overlooking the D.C. spread, wind merciful and not being as cold as it could be in the night. JR comes back after refilling your drink to find you draped over the balcony and admiring the view before he joins you, commenting something coy in your ear and getting you to giggle before he hands you your drink and you both cheer, something murmured about great company and another year down, another to go as you clink your glasses together and drink in celebration.

After sipping away at the sparkling drink within the crystal flutes, he sets them both aside so he can take you in his arms and hold onto you while swaying to the music playing from indoors, Life Is but a Dream by The Harptones crooning low as you get swept up into JR's strong, steady arms and get spun out then brought back to his chest, your arms sidling around his neck as you play with the short hairs at the nape.

The song slows to something more melodious and lilting, Chopin if you had to guess, and listen to the countdown begin. He keeps you calm and grounded as the cheering picks up in volume, a large hand encompassing your hip locking you in the moment and not letting you get swept up away in the current of it all.

You get to soak up the moment with him, feel strong arms wrap around your waist as he makes you forget everyone else around you both, the countdown from the next room, and the fireworks nearly a city away firing off in the distance. All you can feel is him and his touch, the brush of his nose against your pulse as he hums the notes of songs that play softly against your skin, inhaling your perfumed scent as you sway chest to chest, wholly enveloped with each other rather than anyone else. You start the new year off right, with each other, and it's better than any other year you've had already.

Your gloved hand grasps his chin and lifts his head up to hover near yours, watching his eyes blink open and lid half-shut, peering down at you with a concoction of adoration and lust pooling in dark eyes. Counting down, you murmur the digits in the space between you both, telling him happy new year just before you kiss him and the new year begins, the old one still close by as you let him make you forget about it all.

He’s your New Year's kiss and every resolution you could make.

Alpha Beta Robotus

It's his first New Year beyond being locked up in the basement or left in tube-based solitary confinement. With that in mind and you making sure you take him home with you, not letting anyone have the mere idea of stopping you and your plan for the midnight countdown, you've set yourself on a mission to start the new year with him. And you intend on making it a good one.

"You've got mistletoe?" Alpha Beta stares quizzically up at the plant you've managed to hang high on your ceiling above the doorway to your kitchen between the hallway where you both now stand, "Isn't that a little excessive?"

"Only if you suddenly have lost interest and are letting me know that I've now got to find someone else to supply my kisses up to the New Year." You shoot back, looking up at him with a shit-eating grin he is tempted to kiss off, now that you've mentioned it, standing in your fuzzy socks upon the hardwood waiting for the sitcom-loving robotic bastard to just kiss you already.

While you're contemplating on whether to tug him in by the lapels or by his hair, Alpha Beta leans down and cups your cheek before kissing you tenderly, softly, with all the grace and poise of a noir heartthrob in one of those films you see off the classic movie channel. "No, I don't think I've lost any interest."

"That's sweet and all, but I'm afraid you'll just have to remind me, thoroughly." you murmur, eyes darting between his and then back down to his mouth, returning to glance up into glacier eyes just before he tugs you closer with a strong arm around your waist as he presses his lips to yours once more. He's picked up humming as he kisses you, another trait he's mirrored and adopted over time, and it feels better knowing that Alpha Beta's kissed you so many times he can't help but mirror it back to you.

By the time the countdown nears, he's got you spread and sidled on his lap, thighs encasing his as his fingers slide beneath the waistband of your pants and over your underwear, teasing you in strokes that match the tempo of the countdown and leave you keening against him impatiently. He tuts and chides at the show you're putting on and just as the countdown ends and the new year begins, you tug him into a kiss by his hair and he groans low, jaw clicking mechanically as his eyes glow a fraction before shutting.

Alpha Beta's hand finally begins to play with you properly and by the time you breach for air, you're dazed and beaming, already looking fucked out as you keep him close by his half-undone tie and grin.

"Happy New Year, AB, now fuck me until I forget it."

Gigi Thompson

She doesn't get a lot of solid downtime to spend with friends or family, so when she gets to enjoy herself and hang out with her loved ones, she goes all out. Gigi spent the holidays at home with you but convinced you to join along with her trip down to Georgia to see her family for New Year's, claiming that you're family to her the same as they are.

After a flight that took no time at all, spending it eating snacks and watching comedy specials, you manage to get to her parent's house in no time. The visit isn't as daunting as it could be, you having made the basic introductions and impressions at her family reunion last summer, already knowing her parents well enough to help out with cooking or setting up rather than just being left to stand around as a guest. You get the family treatment and damn if it doesn't make you a little teary-eyed.

"And you didn't think that they liked you," Gigi comments after prep is all set up and done, the two of you out on the back porch drinking tea and enjoying weather that's at least slightly warmer than D.C. "I can't help it, I'm always going to try and make a good impression, no matter how long I'll know them for."

Gigi laughs and gives you a pitying pat on the knee which you playfully swat away before she sips at her iced tea. "Can't be that bad, and besides, it's New Year's Day that's the eventful time. Eve just means drinking and talkin' shit before the rest pile on in tomorrow. That's when the real shit starts."

"Noted," you murmur into your glass before seeing the soft light of the house behind you both reflect on her face and how the night air makes her just glow. Her parents mention the countdown starting from inside but leave you both to your own devices. You take her hand in yours and squeeze gently, her matching it and then counting down between grasps of each other's palms as the countdown gets closer and closer to midnight.

Setting your drinks aside, you brush her hair back behind her ear and cup her cheek, careful not to muss her makeup if you can help it. "Love you, Gigi," you murmur, enjoying how her eyes don't hide the emotion in them, seeing her reciprocate in look before words. "Love you too, baby," she shoots back, lips in a blushy grin. You hear the final numbers said aloud and hear her parents celebrate from inside, maybe even a bottle popping, but you only focus on the woman before you as you pull her close and kiss her over and over again, starting a New Year tradition you'd like to continue to the rest of y'all's days. You do.

Reagan Ridley

With everything going on in her life, the last thing she needed was some unnecessary party that she'd have to get all dressed up for, fake some smiles, and give some unwilling hugs, all the while wanting to be curled up at home with you. And that's what she proposes and does. You have a lazy day, not even bothering to change out of pajamas until necessary, and even then you both change into clean sweats and old sweatshirts or tees. It's much needed, a lazy holiday, especially just being able to talk about everything and nothing while being sprawled across the couch or your bed and enjoying one another.

She's got movies selected and queued for the whole day, a mix of your collected favorites and some new ones the two of you had been meaning to watch but hadn't had the time to until today. Snack breaks come regularly, absolutely enjoying yourself while gorging down chips and popcorn and your favorite snacks while you've got Reagan's legs in your lap and toss bits of candy or popcorn into her mouth.

Her New Year's were always filled with family drama or facades, but this year, for the first time in a long time, she gets to enjoy it fully and not fake her smiles into something unreal. No, you earn and deserve every single crooked one thrown your way from her and you cherish each one received more than the last. There are naps and intermissions and moments where neither of you say a word for the entirety of the movie, only knowing each other are awake from slight movements or each other's hands grazing across each other's body. Other times the two of you are laughing so hard you're crying, over literally nothing at all and struggling for breath. The type of wheezing, hysteric, can-barely-hold-it-together laughter. It's a good sight on her.

The two of you are nearing the end of another movie when Reagan glances at the clock and sees that midnight is approaching fast. She scrambles up and into her kitchen, yelling from the other room that there's no need to pause the movie - which you do anyways - and hear her shuffle about and pull something from the fridge and pop a cork. She pours glasses and brings in two flutes of something bubbly and bright, either champagne or sparkling cider, and whatever graces your tongue has you grinning at her in your tattered sweater and fuzzy pants with the snoopy print.

Taking in the moment, you pull up onto the screen the ball drop and curl up against one another, infectious grins on both of your faces as you watch the countdown and share the experience. It's memorable and you'll never let go of the feeling you have when you're right beside her, hand in hers. It's electric.

Reagan kisses at your knuckle from your conjoined hands as her eyes are glued to the screen, counting along with the hosts for the ball drop meanwhile you're too enamored with her to look anywhere else, knowing you are exactly where you want to be now and want to be next New Years, and hopefully many more after that. She turns and spots your soft smile and blushes before the two of you knock your foreheads together, counting down the final 3, 2, 1, and kiss, languid and lazy and soft before breaching. You clink your glasses together, cozy back up against one another on the couch, and return to your movie. Pressing your lips to her temple, you wish her a happy new year, and as Reagan returns the favor against your collarbone, she wishes you the same.

Andre Lee

"I've never had a New Year's like this before!" You exclaim over the music, moving along with him beside you and letting him twirl you around and bring you back only to crash into him, stabilizing and getting lost in the high of the moment, and other things, as you stare at him beneath bright, glowing lights than drench Andre in rainbow hues.

"Well here's your first of many!" he shoots back, grin infectious as he giggles and squeezes at your side, stepping to the side to bring you closer to the music and standing behind you so you get the better view and he can look over your shoulder and head. "Enjoying yourself?" he says over the EDM that's blasting on the giant speakers up front, nearly as large as bikes if not cars. You nod enthusiastically, bopping along to the beat.

You take Andre's hands in yours, beaded bracelets and kandi clattering on each other's arms and wrists as you move along to the beat and feel yourself warm up even in the cold of December-turning-January, the heat of bodies warming the air up just enough to be perfect for the moment.

"That's good! Need another hit?" you shake your head no, thanking him anyway and he taps at your waist, signaling that he's going to unzip the bag at your hip, pulling out his THC pen that you decorated the other day with paint and little sticker-diamonds, making it look like Lisa Frank threw up on it.

Andre takes a hit, offers it once more to be sure you don't want any, they zips it back into your side bag before pecking the corner of your mouth affectionately, blowing the smoke away from you after holding it in for a moment. "Told you the bag was a good idea, can never hold anything in these tiny pockets." you murmur against his mouth, tasting faint flavor from the vape alongside the unwavering smell of weed, giggling against his lips.

Before he can respond, the DJ queues the countdown, and Andre jumps up and down excitedly beside you, eyes bright and glossy. "Oh I never asked," and before you can question, he kneels before you on the floor, taking your hand, and you know he's joking around but the sight still sends your heart into a frenzy, "sugar, do me the honor of being my midnight kiss?"

You laugh, pointedly mentioning that the countdown is going on as you both speak and he shakes his head, refusing to get up until you give him a formal answer. "Yes, Andre, I'll be your midnight kiss. Always." With a happy shout, he hops up to his feet and falters a moment before cupping both sides of your face between his palms and kissing you with enthusiasm, tracing the seam of your lips with his tongue as confetti rains down and the music plays, starting your New Year off just right.

Glenn Dolphman

He usually would spend New Year's eve with his daughter but she's with her mother this year. You decide to cheer him up and spend the holiday with him, appearing on his doorstep thirty minutes after ending a phone call with him after getting his update, bringing groceries from your home to his to make him food and make some new traditions you hope to share with him beyond just this year.

Glenn keeps telling you that you don't have to go to all the trouble for just him, and you continue to shrug it off in efforts to cook and care for him, shutting him up with doting, affectionate kisses in the meantime. You eventually give up and have him just sit at the kitchen counter watching as you move about, letting him help occasionally and tie the bow on the end of the apron, ignoring the warmth in your cheeks as you flush at his comment of how you look so cute in it.

"Goddamnit, just," you sigh, palms braced on the counter before you look up from the granite to him as he grins, pleased with himself, "just sit back and stop being sweet, you're killing me here." Trying to turn around, you go back to a mixing bowl of cookies and aim to reach some measuring spoons for the baking powder before you get swept up and placed atop the counter and closed in, Glenn's blunt nose knocking against yours.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" you chide, a hand on your thigh laying stagnant while the other immediately reaches for him, sprawled across his broad, solid shoulder as you feel his arms cage you in, safe and warm and secure with him surrounding you. "Testing my luck in the hopes of practicing my kiss for midnight."

You hum, brow raised as you peer up at him, looking from beneath lashes that blink doe-like. "Oh? Just like that?" Glenn nods and your hand smooths back to the hairs at the nape of his neck, tugging teasingly and pushing your own luck in the same way he is, knowing that mixing bowl's gonna' be abandoned until way later in the day, if not until late this evening.

"Alright, sarge, go on ahead, make me feel real lucky," you murmur, cupping his jaw and snaking your fingers in his hair to tug him close just so he can pull you against him and kiss you breathless, nipping at your lip tenderly in the way you taught him as not to break it, letting your legs attempt to lock around his waist. They can't even touch let alone cross at the ankle. It's safe to say those cookies don't get made until way past the countdown, and Glenn's counting off times you gush around him rather than seconds until the New Year. He likes celebrating this way far better.

Myc Celium

he doesn’t really give a shit about the New Year, mainly uses it as an excuse to get fucked up and party, but lets you have your fun, staying around at home and allowing you to press kisses across his orb and under cap gills until he’s flushed and the hues start flickering as you make him forget about the New Year while getting fresh with you.

You dress up a little and manage to get a party hat onto Myc, not without some expletives thrown your way tethered together with demeaning pet names, flagella still around your waist as you lean up on tip-toes to secure it around his cap and make sure it's not tight. He helps you stand and lifts you in order to get you higher, all the while he's calling you and your entire bloodline waste of space bastards

The two of you go about the day pretty normally, cooped up at home since there's no work party this year nor any enticing ones thrown by friends or family. The two of you just lounge about or get small tasks done around the house, display parallel play, and just do other things apart from one another while being nearby. Conversations flow occasionally and other times you can hear him on call with Andre while playing a game as you reorganize something or finally settle down to stitch those patches onto your jacket.

By the time it nears eleven, the two of you settle down for a movie, curl up with one another, greasy takeout or fast food, and watch a movie, something kitschy but classic like When Harry Met Sally. Myc constantly chimes in about how the dynamic is pretty similar to you, but he thinks he's Harry with the charm and wit when he's high maintenance enough to be Sally. You humor him and litter sticky, glitter-gloss kisses to his orb or the underside of his cap across downy-soft gills.

You had set a reminder for when it would near five minutes away from midnight just so you could give Myc a classic new year's kiss with the countdown. Timing the movie out perfectly, in a scene of fated clandestine brilliance, the final scene comes on the moment you start counting down until midnight in your head, voicing along the lines that are too sweet to ignore from Billy Crystal.

"- when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."

"Aren't you a sap?" Myc comments just as you grasp at the edge of his cap and cup the underside of his orb tenderly, leaning him down to meet you halfway as you countdown and finally reach one, murmuring happy new year against him as your lips brush his surface.

"Happy New Year, Myc." you breathe, leaning back flushed a minute later after he got handsy, feeling him nudge against you and crowd you against the corner of the couch cushions. "Happy New Year, sweets."

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tsireyqs · 1 year

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hi <3 i love your works sm and i'm just gonna drop something that's on my mind: just fluff of jake asking reader why she loves resting her head on his chest when they sleep and she answers something like so she can hear his heartbeat or "so i know you're really with me" like he IS there with her when she wakes up and it's not just a lifeless body (like she knows it's his permanent body now but there's just this fear of losing him) <3 i hope it makes sense 🥹 i hope you'll have a wonderful day and i'm sorry if this is long! <3

where your heat beats (next to mine)

pairing: jake sully x afab! reader

a/n: this is so cute nonnie, i'm so glad you sent it in! it's def one of my faves ♡

i feel like yours and jake's love language would be physical touch, even before everything that went down. especially for you, you always had to touch him somehow. always keeping your pinky hooked with his as you walk and your tail brushing against his body. every anxiety that haunts you would dissipate when he would take his hand in yours and squeeze. it had become a comfort for you, a silent reminder that said: you're safe and i'm here.

now as you lie there tucked into jake's side, you felt as if you were floating. your fingers trace the stripes of his torso, concentrating on the way his chest rises and falls with every breath, and memorizing the sound of his heartbeat from where your head rests on his chest as he slept.

after everything that had happened, he's still here. here for good. it wasn't like how it was before, yet a little part of your heart twists in fear at the thought of him leaving you again.

tears gathers in the corners of your eyes and emotions swirl in your chest. you try to wipe the stray tears before they trickle onto jake's skin and you feel him shuffle beneath you.

your hand that was memorizing the stripes in his skin is halted when he places his own on top of it. his five fingers laces with your four and he squeezes, "s'tickles," he says, voice laced with exhaustion. his ears perk up and he peeks an eye open to look at you when he hears your sniffles.

jake attempts to sit up but you keep your hand pressed down on his chest to keep him in place. the arm that's draped over your shoulders squeezes you closer and he kisses the crown of your head. "what is it?"

"just like listening to your heartbeat," you nuzzle your face into his chest and let out a huff, "it reminds me that you're still here."

"you're thinking about it again, aren't you?"

you nod your head, not trusting your voice. jake sighs before he guides you to straddle his waist and he reaches to cradle your cheeks. the pads of his thumbs rubbing away the streaks of tears down your face and he tucks your hair behind your ear, "oh, my sweet girl,"

jake takes one of your hands in his and leads it to rest at his heart. ear fluttering as you feel the thump of it matching yours under your palm, you bite the inside of your cheek. you eye the bracelet around your wrist that jake weaved for you months prior. he had made it for you as a reminder of him and his words still echo in your ears, "no matter what happens, i will always come back to you." he had said that day.

and he did.

jake thumbs at your knuckles, watching as your face softens and your muscles relax. he presses against the back of your hand gently, making you take in the way his heart thumps in his chest, "it beats for you." he whispers.

#wow this def does not feed into any of my specific needs at all #nonnie if u see this i love you so much for this #ari’s mailbox 💌#jake sully #jake sully x reader #jake sully x you #avatar #avatar x reader

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thesandsofelsweyr · 1 year

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for the nsfw headcanon, can I request for Jason

L = Location

S = Stamina

T = Toy

X = X-Ray

from Headcanon Game - A to Z (NSFW)

⚠️ cw: smut (⚤)

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Pre-Batman: Arkham Knight Jay:

Jay's super self-conscious of his many, many scars. He's definitely not into fucking in public. He won't even take off his clothes in private unless you're blindfolded or the lights are out 😞

But once you showed up at one of his safehouses dressed in his militia's fatigues, your hair tucked beneath a red beret with his Arkham Knight insignia stitched on it. One glance at you wearing his mark turned him feral, his cock straining against the zipper of his cargo pants. He raked off the top of the workbench where he'd had one of his spare helmets splayed open, scattering circuit boards, screws, bolts, nuts, spools of solder wire, tools, sketchpads to the floor in a chaotic clatter, before shoving you down on your back, hooking his fingers into the waistbands of your pants and panties, then tearing them off your hips and legs and ankles like a kid on Christmas morning. Wrapping his massive arms around your thighs, manhandling you like a sex doll, he dragged you down on his fat cock, slamming inside you to the hilt in one blunt thrust, stabbing so deep you felt like he was splitting you in two. You screamed… in misery… in ecstasy… while he fucked you at a punishing pace, grunting and growling like a beast savaging his prey, like he could fuck away all of the pain, all of the blackness, all of the scars, all of the laughter. You wanted him to stop, to never stop. You wanted him to consume you, to destroy you, to leave your pussy raw and aching for the rest of the week, the month, the year, the rest of your life. It was rough, violent, carnal, bestial, and magnificent. And by the end he knew the entire complex heard you screaming his name.

Post-Batman Arkham Knight Jay:

When Jay's terrorizing Gotham as Red Hood, he's started to heal. He's started to accept that his scars—both mental and physical—don't define him, that they're proof he survived the worst that Gotham's gravity could thrust onto him. He still prefers to fuck in the privacy of his safehouses or your place, but he won't deny that he enjoyed himself immensely that one time you convinced Red Hood to bend you over the Batmobile and fuck you senseless.

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

Jay's your little Energizer bunny... he keeps going and going and going... 😁 It's partly due to his trauma that it takes him longer to cum than other guys, but you and your multiple orgasms certainly aren't complaining.

Once he finishes though, he's done for a while. He sometimes struggles with excruciating orgasm headaches (a side effect of Joker's bullet grazing his skull) that leave him weak and exhausted. Again, you aren't complaining since you get to snuggle with your big muscly teddy bear, stretching him out on the bed, cradling his head in your lap, combing your fingers through his soft black hair, massaging his broad shoulders, placing tender kisses on his crown, until he drifts off into the comfortable peace of your arms: warm, safe, needed, loved 💕

(A/N: I know AK: Genesis shows Joker shooting him in the chest, but I stick with BAK: Annual's explanation. If you want to know my reasoning just ask 😉)

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

You're the one with the toybox. Jay's not interested in using them himself (the Clown had a toybox of his own, after all) but he's more than willing to play with you. He loves to watch your toes curl and back arch, to see you squirm, hear you whimper and whine while he forces orgasm after orgasm on you with your rose (N S F W link).

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

Pictures you say? Let's see here... *consults Dropbox folder full of naughty Jay fanart* (The following links are N S F W!!)

My FAVE by JustTheMeatTM 🤩

Honorable Mentions: by goblinromp, by phaustok, by cr0ques 🤤

He's a big boy: at least 7 inches erect and thiccc 😋

(Thank you anon for giving me an excuse to go rewatch one of my fave pornos for inspo 😂)

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genderless-ghost · 18 days

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watching the four sided dive up to ep 93 just made me so happy with all of the behind the scenes info about everything but it especially made me so happy with the discussions about orym since he is my fave from campaign 3.

just his arc being the soldier arc, he’s not getting worse he is just being ground down by the stakes and war. liam saying he is trying to keep his light but he is being ground down and aimee made a point of saying his wounds were being reopened and that’s exactly what it is. he was made to be a protector and he is in the position where he’s protecting so much more now and has more people he cares about to protect, specifically against the threat that set him on this journey

it’s also so nice seeing liam’s thoughts because while all of bells hells are broken and that is how they connected to each other, orym is a lot more reserved and shy about how he feels; he internalizes a lot of his issues because the others are a lot more visible and messy about their issues and he feels he has to keep his stuff tucked away to protect them and help with their issues. and i think that makes a lot of the others, unintentionally, think he has his shit together more and they don’t check because they think he’s good. like i love bells hells, but it has to have hurt a lot to have to consistently remind the others that his family was murdered for a test run by these people. and he is reasonably frustrated that ludinus and the others are so sure that things will be fine without the gods but look at their track record and their agendas with no guarantee that it will go well, with the damage going to the ordinary folks.

he has so much care and empathy for the others and i really want to see him releasing some of those pent up feelings he has, especially regarding the deal he made with nana morri to keep everyone safe at his own expense. like his whole thing is keeping the others safe at his own expense, taking hits so they don’t have to. i think maybe his husband did that for him and it ended up being a hit he couldn’t come back from due the poison thull used, and i think it’s highly possible orym could die and it would be from taking a hit he couldn’t come back from to save one of the others.

i also just am so excited for a full dorian orym conversation because he has been kind of mythologizing dorian and missing him so much and especially with liam saying that orym does have feelings for dorian he just doesn’t think it’s reciprocated or mutual, it’s gonna be so good, especially with liam saying that dorian has been a light that’s helping him keep going.

(unrelated but aabria saying that laerryn is wandering the astral sea looking for evandrin, how dare you keep breaking my heart, and matt’s best case scenario for dariax also broke my heart: he’s waiting for them to come back and find him, if they don’t he could be manipulated down some dark paths)

#my post #c3 #c3e93 #i’m not sorry for orym posting on main again #orym of the air ashari #i don’t know what liam puts in his characters but they are always my favorite characters #i love orym so much he makes me want to chew concrete

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impala-dreamer · 1 year

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Teachable Moments

A Short Story

~After watching the latest episode of The Winchesters with their new cast, Y/N and Jensen keep the party going with Drake once the crowd leaves. Drinks are poured, old episodes are watched, and things get very interesting...~

Jensen Ackles x F!Reader, Drake Rodger x F!Reader

4,806 Words

Warnings: NSFW! Age Gaps but no one cares. Instructional Moments. Sexy Naked Stuff. Oral and Such. Threesome. Little bit o' Voyeurism. Dom!Jensen if you squint. Sharing is caring!

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There was garlic on their breath from the spaghetti dinner but no one cared. The cheap red wine had been plentiful and the whiskey they now sipped was old and rich, something that Jensen had kept safe for a special night. There wasn't anything particularly special about that night, except that he wanted the whiskey.

With the watch party done and the night winding down, they sat on the big gray sectional in the rented living room and let the television capture their attention.

Drake was the only newbie left and he sat opposite Jensen on the sofa, his long frame tucked into the tight corner. He looked horribly twisted with both legs up on the cushion, each jutting out in a different direction, but his young limbs could take it. His head was drooped on his hand, elbow digging into the arm of the couch.

Y/N was laid out on the lounger between Jensen’s legs, her head on his chest, arms around his waist. Behind her, Jensen was so deeply relaxed that he seemed to disappear into the plush fabric. The backwards ball cap he wore was forever in danger of popping off as the bill hit the back of the sofa.

They were comfortable and warm, a little bit tipsy, and impossibly contented.

It was a good night.

As the television flickered blue light across their faces, a rumble hit Y/N’s ear and she startled. “Your stomach is growling so much, Jay,” Y/N said with a laugh, pressing her ear to the middle of him. “Jesus… It’s like a mosh pit of carbs in there.”

Lips set on his glass, he grinned. “Dinner was good. Too good.”

Drake agreed with a burp. “It was.”

“Gross.” Y/N rolled her eyes and hid her laugh in Jensen’s sweatshirt. “Boys are so gross.”

“Yup.” Jensen dipped his chin towards her and let out a belch that put Drake’s to shame.

Disgusted but laughing, she pushed away and cleared the air around her with a frantic wave of her hand. “Two peas in a pod, you two. I’m doomed.”

Playfully, Jensen lunged at her, pinching at her sides. She swatted him away, fooling around and flirting while Drake watched on from the corner. He kept his face straight ahead, pretending to watch the screen, but his eyes were on Y/N, on Jensen, on the way they teased and touched and moved against each other.

When they leaned in for a kiss, Y/N noticed him staring and quickly avoided Jensen’s lips. She bit down into the corner of her mouth and eyed Drake with a hint of interest, but then seemed to change her mind. She smiled and slid back down over Jensen, returning her gaze to the t.v.

An old episode of Supernatural was playing on TNT and she slapped Jensen’s chest when she saw the scene.

“Oh! This is my fave! Shush!”

He cringed at her slaps. “I wasn’t saying anything- geeze-”

“Shhh…” She said again, sitting up a bit to stare at the screen. “This is my favorite Dean kiss…” She sighed dramatically as Amara lifted her hand to Dean’s cheek and pushed up on her toes.

“This?” Jensen laughed and swallowed the rest of his whiskey.

Y/N swayed dreamily. “Yes.”

He laughed. “Why this one? Out of fifteen seasons, this is your favorite?” He turned to silently ask Drake for help, but the young man simply shrugged.

Y/N shifted between his legs and leaned back, her head resting on his shoulder. “Because… I don’t know. It’s like… He really wants it but he doesn’t and he can’t help it. He’s so drawn to Amara but he knows it’s wrong and everything about her is so… intoxicating and… I don’t know, it’s so hot.”

Jensen smacked his lips and grinned proudly, a bit of color floating over his freckled cheeks. “I am a good kisser…”

Y/N shook her head gently. “Yes, but-”

“But?”

“But that’s not you. That’s Dean.”

“But it’s me kissing…”

Again, Jensen looked over at Drake, seeking back up, but there was none to be had. Hazel eyes were hazy from the liquor and wider than they should have been as he watched the couple interact. He pushed out a smile and another shrug, unable to help.

Y/N rolled her eyes and turned to look at Jensen. “No. You don’t kiss like that.”

He laughed, a little shocked and a lot intrigued by the look on her face. She was serious and passionate and it made his dick twitch.

“I don’t?”

“Nope. That-” She pointed at the screen. “-is not a Jensen kiss.”

“You think so?” he teased, leaning closer.

Y/N mirrored him, eyes narrowing as she bent close. “Yeah. I do.”

“Hmm…”

Jensen’s hum landed on her lips and Y/N fell into him. Her eyes fell closed as he licked gently at her mouth, her lips parted as his hand lifted to cradle the back of her head. She melted against him, limbs tingling, breath stuttering. She moaned deeply and Jensen smiled over her lips.

Drake had forgotten to be respectful and look away, instead turning so he could see them fully. He sat squished in the corner, mouth hanging slightly as he watched Y/N squirm. Her lashes fluttered and his stomach tightened. She moaned again and his mouth ran dry, fingers tensing on his thighs.

Finished proving his point, Jensen released her and Y/N swayed a bit, letting out an innocent, drunken laugh.

Proud, he looked over at Drake. “She liked it.”

Stunned, Drake nodded. He shifted in his seat, feeling strangely aroused and physically unable to tear his gaze from Y/N. “Yeah. S-seems like it.”

Y/N settled herself and then looked up, her eyes locking with Drake’s. Her cheeks burned. “I’m sorry, we’re making you uncomfortable…”

Quickly, he corrected her and untwisted himself from his pretzel pose. “No. No. Not at all. I just-” He froze, realizing that the words waiting in the queue could be considered inappropriate. Especially when said to his new bosses.

“Just what?” Y/N pressed the tip of her tongue between her front teeth and waited, watching his brain struggle.

He swallowed hard. “It’s just- I’ve… I’ve never made a woman moan just by kissing her. I’m…” He paused to laugh at himself and drag a hand through his hair. “Impressed, I guess.”

Jensen tucked his chin to his chest and chuckled. Y/N raised a brow, intrigued. Their eyes met and Jensen shrugged almost imperceptibly, a silent agreement made.

“It’s not that hard,” he said, twisting his head to look at Drake while his left hand rose to caress Y/N’s cheek. His fingers slid softly against her skin and curled gently behind her ear. She was caught in the touch, her eyes dimming as his thumb ran across her bottom lip, plucking it open. “You just have to… cast a spell…”

She took a breath and Jensen swallowed down her gentle exhale as he kissed her. He pushed himself into it; lips moving, fingers tensing, back rolling. He licked into her and she gasped, moaning even deeper than before.

When he let her go, she sat still for a moment, stunned and aroused. Her flesh burned, her heart pumped a little faster. She smiled and tucked her lip between her teeth.

Jensen sat back and tossed his right arm over the back of the couch, proud of himself. He looked over at Drake who was staring in awe. “See? Easy.”

Woken from the spell, Y/N slapped his shoulder. “Did you just call me easy?”

He laughed. “I know better than to even suggest such a thing. No, I mean- making you… hot is easy. If you know how.”

She squirmed a bit and hid her smile behind her hand, caught in a torrent of truth and put on display. Jensen eyed her until she had no choice but to look away, and he grinned.

“Just like that.”

Drake was captivated, watching her devolve from a strong, take-no-shit woman into a melty, innocently sexy girl.

His voice cracked. “Incredible.”

Y/N set her gaze upon him, enjoying the look of wonder in his hazel eyes. “Don’t let Jensen impress you,” she warned. “He’s really just a frat boy with a few skills up his sleeve.”

Mockingly, Jensen pushed the sleeves of his hoodie up to his elbows and made a showing of there being nothing there.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Anyway…”

Drake leaned closer, drawn to her lips and the way she teased her husband.

“It’s not hard, no, but it does take a little… finesse.”

She winked and her smile nearly knocked Drake over. He sat back and exhaled slowly, cupping his fist by his lips.

Jensen watched keenly as the two eyed each other and with a nod from Y/N, stepped things up a bit.

He cleared his throat and ran a single finger across his stubbled upper lip, eyes landing on Drake. “How ‘bout you give it a try?”

The young man stumbled visibly, his mind tripping over itself. “Um- what?”

Jensen gestured toward Y/N and tried again. “See if you can make her moan…”

An awkward laugh rumbled through Drake as he looked back and forth between Y/N and Jensen, eventually staying locked on her. “What? Really?”

She reached across the sofa for him, her palm up and open. “Come ‘ere.”

Cautiously, Drake slid a big hand into hers and pushed up from the corner. She led him to sit at the foot of the lounger, sandwiching herself between both men.

“Don’t be nervous,” she whispered, dragging her hand up Drake’s arm to hold his shoulder. She pulled gently and he leaned in.

His eyes were wide and dark, slightly glazed. He reached for her cheek just as Jensen had, but held it just a breath away, hovering, giving her space to pull away if she wanted.

“You’re… sure?” he asked, looking at both in turn.

Jensen laughed softly. “Go for it. Show us whatcha got.”

Y/N scraped her bottom lip with her front teeth and let the plump flesh go slowly. Every ounce of his attention was locked on the simple movement, and Drake’s hand came down a little closer.

“I’m sure,” Y/N told him, leaning in so that his hand made contact. She closed her eyes, soaking in the warmth and newness of him. “If you want, I mean… You don’t have to.”

Drake sucked in a quick breath and his fingertips curled at her temple. His thumb jerked towards her lips and he swallowed hard. “I want to,” he whispered, “I really want to.”

Her next breath came out like a prayer that parted her pretty lips and ghosted across his face. He shivered and went for it, kissing her quickly and shoving his tongue between her teeth.

Shocked by his forwardness, Y/N gasped and couldn’t think to kiss him back. She smiled when he pulled away, sweetly looking down and squeezing his arm.

“That was… nice,” she said simply.

He sighed, disappointed. “So, not great.”

Y/N hesitated, not wanting to hurt his feelings. She shrugged. “No… not great.”

Drake’s posture collapsed. “Damn.”

Jensen leaned in, pressing himself against her back and setting his chin on her shoulder. “Don’t give up… How you gonna learn if you don’t keep at it?”

Y/N nodded. “He’s right.” She licked her lips and let her hand slip from his shoulder to the open collar of his white henley. She teased at the exposed skin at the base of his throat and Drake’s eyes took on the glow of blurred interest once more. “Try again,” she urged, batting her lashes.

He lunged for her but she pressed her palm firmly to his chest, holding him off.

“Slowly…”

This time, he was gentle, barely pushing into her, his kiss lingering, hand floating above her cheek. He hummed softly and Y/N tried to feel it, but there was little to latch on to.

Behind her, Jensen chuckled under his breath, amused not judging. “So close.”

Drake backed up and looked hopeful, but his glow faded as Y/N turned her gaze away.

“Still shitty?”

Quickly, she shook her head, smiling at him. “No. No. Not shitty. Very sweet.” She let her hand slide up to his jaw, holding him gently. “You’re so sweet.”

He frowned. “Sweet? That’s… that sucks.” He shifted away, dejected, and hung his head.

Jensen picked up the slack. “Hey- you just gotta… make her… feel it.” His arm slipped around Y/N’s chest and his hand found her cheek, pulling her head to the side. “Like this.”

Again, he kissed her, shoving everything he had into it. Y/N’s knees would have given out had they been standing but instead, she melted into him. Her shoulders rolled and a deeply delighted moan fell from her lips when he pulled free.

Her eyes were heavy, her body warm. Turning back, she reached for Drake and tugged his sleeve until he returned to her. “Your turn…”

He thought about giving up, of retreating to the other side of the couch or grabbing his coat and heading home. And yet, the taste of her was still sweet on his tongue and he wanted to try again, wanted to make her sway against him, feel her heart race beneath his lips.

He turned back and dove in.

She gasped at his attack and her eyes fell closed when his tongue swept across her lip, begging, tasting. She opened for him and he cupped her cheek, hungry fingers gripping her face and holding her captive.

He pushed his desire into her and she let go, moaning heavily when he bit down on her bottom lip, plucking it roughly while he backed away.

Y/N sucked in a quick breath, swaying a bit, and blinked to clear her head. “W- wh- wow.”

Pride swelled in his chest and Drake laughed nervously. “Better?”

“Fuck…” She squirmed against Jensen and hooked her fingers into Drake’s collar, pulling him close. “Do it again,” she begged, “please…”

His eyes flickered up to Jensen quickly and the older man nodded, giving his consent.

Jensen watched as Drake went back for more, popping up on his knees and towering over her. He wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and Y/N craned up towards him, humming and whimpering desperately as he kissed her harder, snaked his tongue in deeper. She clung to his shirt, nails nearly ripping the thin fabric. With her body stretched, Jensen took advantage, brushing the hair to the side and sinking his teeth into the crook of her neck. Her back tensed and shivered; her moan made his cock twitch. He pressed harder into her which pushed her into Drake and Y/N’s body tingled with whiskey-tinged arousal.

“You two are gonna kill me,” she laughed, raking one hand through Drake’s dark hair and leaning back to rub the other against Jensen’s growing erection.

His lips burned on her pulse. “Oh, I think we’ll keep you alive for a bit longer.” He winked at Drake who laughed.

Hazel eyes narrowed on her mouth. “Probably.”

Another breathtaking kiss had Y/N clawing at his chest and spreading her legs to fit him between. He dropped down, moving like a jungle cat to lick at her lips, tease at her ear.

Jensen tugged his hand through her hair and yanked her head to the side, taking control of her lips while Drake pawed at her tits through her shirt.

Trembling and love-drunk, she floated between them, her body glowing with desire. “Please…” There was no more to it, simply a prayer for more, for the same, for whatever they wanted to give her.

Jensen laughed against her lips and gave Drake’s shoulder a quick shove, pushing him back. The boy sat back on his knees and watched in wonder as Jensen snaked his right hand into her shirt and plucked her left nipple between two thick fingers.

“You’re a fast learner,” he said, smirking as Y/N let out a blissful cry. “Wanna see how fast I can make her cum?”

Drake tried not to seem so shocked, but his jaw dropped and a silent nod said it all. “Fuck, yes.”

Jensen grinned and tucked his bottom lip between his teeth. “Watch closely…” He tugged on her nipple again and Y/N’s back arched off of his chest. “...you’re up next.”

She was like putty in his hands, squirming beneath his touch as his hands curled around her. She lay back, weak and wound up at the same time, her brain on the verge of total shut down. The only thing keeping her grounded was the expert and familiar way Jensen’s fingers plunged into her cunt and the startled and enamoured look in Drake’s eyes.

Jensen’s wrist strained against the tightness of her jeans and something about being clothed yet so exposed made it all even hotter for her. Drake was staring as she bucked against Jensen’s hand and she kept her eyes on his young face, enjoying the attention. She shuddered and held her breath as she came, fighting back the urge to scream lest she scare him.

When the tremors faded, she sank back against Jensen and twisted her neck to kiss him, licking into his mouth and humming darkly.

“So fucking good, baby,” she tugged at Jensen’s lip and he tapped his middle finger against her clit, making her body jerk. “Fuck…”

Green eyes lifted with a smirk. “Wanna give it a go?”

Drake swallowed hard. “I don’t think it’ll be that quick,” he confessed, mouth watering at the sight of her glowing skin and drowsy eyes.

Y/N laughed and stretched out, enticing him with a flutter of painted lashes. “You can take your time… I won’t mind.”

He grabbed for her, his long fingers curling around the back of her neck and tugging her up. She sat up and teased his lips with her tongue as he struggled with the hem of her shirt.

“I got you, brother,” Jensen laughed, helping to pull the cotton up over her head. With a quick snap, he opened the clasp of her bra Y/N wiggled free, laying back against his chest and showing off for Drake. “Like what you see?”

“So much…” Drake exhaled heavily and sank down, lips puckered and ready for a taste. He licked at her lips and then fell down, nipping at her flesh with cautious and explorative bites.

Y/N tugged on his hair, scraped her nails across his scalp, egging him on. She drooped against Jensen and turned to kiss him, desperately lost in the hard suckle of Drake’s mouth.

“Oh, he’s… good at this,” she gasped, eyes rolling as Drake scraped her nipple with his teeth. “Wow…”

“Yeah?” Jensen hissed and grabbed her, pinching her cheeks with one hand and squeezing. “You like that?”

She nodded in his grasp, barely breathing as he licked into her.

Drake slid on the sofa as he kissed his way down her belly. Nerves gone, he popped the button on her jeans and tugged them down off of her hips, yanked them from her ankles. She whimpered pitifully when his mouth fit against her covered pussy. He breathed out, hot and damp against the cotton and her shudder was intense.

“Oh, fuck-”

Jensen sucked down her squirming cry and cupped her tits, massaging and tugging at her sensitive flesh while Drake teased down below.

“He good at that, princess?”

Jensen’s voice clouded her head and she nodded dumbly. “Yeah… so good…”

Still covered by the thin fabric, the tip of Drake’s thick tongue pushed into her and Y/N bucked her hips against his face, near to trembling all over again. Hungry, he snuck a finger inside her panties and tugged them aside. She shivered at the sudden cool and then moaned as his lips found her clit.

He lapped at her flesh, moaning happily as he felt her thighs close in around his head. He shut his eyes and pushed a testing finger into her, then another, going deeper until her hips bucked.

Jensen cleared his throat and looked down at him. “Hurry up down there,” he growled. “I want a turn.”

Y/N pouted. “Don’t make him hurry,” she groaned. “It’s so good…”

Jensen nipped at her lips, teeth snapping dangerously close. “Is it? You gonna cum so pretty? Show him how wet you get?”

She gasped. “Yeah- fuck- please…”

Drake pumped his arm, fucking up into her with his long fingers. She cooed into Jensen’s mouth, struggling to break through and find that sweet release.

Jensen kissed her hard and then whistled swiftly to grab Drake’s attention. “Add another finger and curl them to the left. Up and back.”

Drake’s brow creased in question but he did as instructed, crooking his fingers deep inside.

Y/N sucked in a loud gasp and came almost instantly; a warm gush of wetness flowing freely down Drake’s wrist.

“Fuck…” He stared for a second and then dove in, licking up her juices and humming happily.

Shivering, Y/N grabbed at Jensen’s ear and tugged him down, kissing him frantically. She was trembling and burning with pleasure, desperate for more.

Recognizing her needy kiss, Jensen clenched his jaw and stared into the depths of her. “You want him to fuck you?” he asked, green eyes dark with possession and lust.

She was too stunned to answer, too focused on the press of Drake’s tongue against her cunt. She whimpered and Jensen’s eyes narrowed.

“Do you?”

She faded, eyes unfocused as the pleasure saturated every inch of her.

“Well?” Jensen’s tone dropped and she sucked in a sharp breath. “Answer me.”

Her eyes rolled, her jaw fell, tongue drifting out to reach his lips. “Yes…”

Jensen licked at her tongue and she shivered. He cleared his throat and addressed his protege. “Well? You heard the lady.”

Drake gaped up at him with swollen wet lips and wide eyes. “Yes, sir.” He pushed himself up onto his knees and fumbled with his jeans, nearly falling off of the end of the sofa.

Jensen gave Y/N a tiny shove. “Help him,” he whispered and she went, floating as if in a dream.

Up on her knees, she barely reached his shoulders and she tipped her head back, staring up at him seductively. She reached for his zipper and his hands closed around hers.

“We can stop if you want,” she said, momentarily clear.

He shook his head and slid his hands up her bare arms and around her shoulders. “No…” His fingers curled around the nape of her neck and he bent to taste her sweet kiss again. “Don’t stop.”

She slipped the denim from his hips and fit her hand around his cock, gasping at the heft and length of him. “Oh my…” She sucked her lip through her teeth and pumped her hand, eyes large as she watched him fall into a mess of arousal. His mouth dropped opened and his eyes shut tight, his chest filled with a deep breath. “Feel good?”

His eyes were like slits and he smiled like a fool. “So good.”

She leaned closer and tugged his shirt up so she could lay a kiss on his chest. Humming, he pulled the shirt up and off, tossing it aside to lay with her clothes at the foot of the television.

On screen, Dean was fretting about life, still fighting against his feelings for Amara, but no one was watching anymore.

Jensen moved out of their way, sliding across the couch so they could fumble over each other while he tugged his hoodie off.

With space to move, Y/N laid back and Drake fell down, crushing her into the cushions. He breathed heavy into her and she drank him down, wiggling her legs around his trim waist. His cock nudged at her cunt but he held back, cautious hesitation flooding his eyes.

She rubbed at the back of his neck and rolled her hips. “Do it,” she urged with a whisper. “I wanna feel you…” She pushed her lips into him, sucked his tongue into her, close to crying with need. “Please, Drake… please fuck me…”

His blood was boiling, fingers trembling over her delicate skin. He looked to Jensen who nodded silently, and then broke free. He pushed into her and Y/N let out such a beautiful cry that he thought his heart would burst. He pulled out and she whimpered, he thrust back in and she yelped through clenched teeth. Her nails crested his biceps and his hips bruised her thighs.

“Fuck, Y/N…” He breathed her name like a song and sat up on his knees, drawing her hips upwards with his strong hands.

She rocked back into him and turned her face to Jensen, excited to see him disrobed and relaxed, casually fisting his cock. She licked her lips and called to him with a familiar gaze.

“Yeah?” He climbed to his feet, his cock hanging long and hard against his left thigh.

Y/N nodded and opened her mouth, stuck her pink tongue out, waiting.

He settled on the couch beside her head, knees digging in, denting the cushion. He leaned back on his heels and stroked himself a few times while watching Drake’s dick slide slowly through her slick cunt.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he grit, heart racing, cock throbbing in his fist.

Drake shivered and dropped his chin, his body moving like an ocean wave as his fucked into her. “You ain’t kidding.”

Drool was spilling from her lips and Y/N moaned, reaching for Jensen with a weak hand. She scraped at his thigh until he closed the gap and bent over her, teasing her lips with the head of his dripping cock.

“That what you want, princess?”

She whimpered absently and lifted her head, taking him in as deep as she could.

“That’s it,” he praised, eyes rolling closed as her lips sealed tight around him. “So good, baby…”

Y/N went limp between them, filled and fucked and flooded with pleasure. She came hard just as Jensen struck the back of her throat, and Drake hissed, feeling her body seize tight around him.

Jensen growled in warning. “Don’t you dare cum in her.”

Drake sucked back a breath and strained to control himself, finally pulling out and grabbing the base of his cock.

Y/N reached a hand down between them and rubbed her thumb across his swollen head, making him explode and spray hot across her stomach. She moaned blissfully and the vibrations sent Jensen reeling. He jerked his hips and came on her willing tongue, panting as she swallowed down each delicious drop.

A familiar guitar riff echoed the room as the credits rolled, and Y/N rolled onto her side, hiding her face in a throw pillow as the boys dressed. She was glowing and warm, buzzing with orgasmic wonder.

“That was… unexpected,” she hummed, biting her lip as Drake bounced into his jeans.

He laughed and pulled the zipper up. “Extremely.”

“But good?”

He dropped his chin and looked up, still a little shy despite everything. “So good. Fucking amazing.”

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up and hid a giggle in the pillow.

Jensen shook his head at their flirting and tossed a damp kitchen towel at her. “Don’t mess up the couch,” he teased.

Y/N rolled her eyes and sat up, clearing away the guck from her belly. “Like you haven’t spilled a hundred things on this seat.”

He grinned and shrugged. “Yeah, well…” Slipping back into his hoodie, he pushed the sleeves up and tugged on the strings. He sighed, contented. “What next?”

Drake’s head popped through his shirt and he squinted at Jensen, unsure. “Uh…”

Y/N laughed and threw the dirty towel back at her husband. “Next you get me a refil and some chips or something because I’m starving.” She fished for her panties on the floor and tugged them up. “And then we’re gonna start the next episode because- drama!”

Both guys laughed and Jensen set his hands on the back of the couch, leaning over to gaze lovingly at her.

“You serious?”

“Hell yeah,” she answered, grabbing the remote before even finding her shirt. “Sam’s in the cage with Lucifer! We gotta hurry!”

Drake gave a little shrug and plopped back down on the couch. “She’s right,” he said, looking over his shoulder at his boss. “Oh! And… Cas-”

With a sigh, Jensen relented and grabbed the whiskey from the nearby kitchen counter, quickly refilling their glasses.

She was right, though- it was a good episode.

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dotster001 · 1 year

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Congrats on 1.5k!🎉🎉🎊🎊 You earned it! But make sure to take breaks and watch your health!

I would like to do Twst and option one please. I'm a mother hen to those close to me. I just cant seem to relax until I know they are back safe and sound. Having said that I show my true colors around those close. A bit snarky and have a dark sense of humor. But I generally mean no harm in any of it. Thats just how I joke around.

My health is very poor so I often need to rest. But hey that gives me plenty of time to study different stuff and play video or watch shows. Though I tend to sleep if I feel too weak.

A bit shy on making new friends, but if they have simular interest I will be opening up faster. I tend to scare people away when I get carried away and talk about my passion for history.

(hope this is accurate lmao...I took it in a certain direction at the end 😜)

I match you with Malleus Draconia.

Look…I know your faves…but based on the bio you gave me, I really do think you and Mal Mal could be such a cute couple!

He's gonna keep your "mother hen tendencies" in mind. If you're worried about Silver and Sebek on another training mission, he'll stay up late with you to make sure they get back okay. Then once both boys are back, he'll scoop you up and tuck you into bed, teasing you the whole way about what a worrier you are…..despite the fact that if you were the one on the training mission, he would be twice as worried as you were.

We all know he already worries about his child of man… he already worries that every little thing will kill you. But when he finds out about your health, he gets twice as worried. You never have to feel guilty about resting, because he has already prepared you a cozy room, a six course meal, and a book for either you to read, or him to read to you. (He feels guilty about how much he enjoys taking care of you if he's being honest)

He could never get scared off. Especially with history. The things he has been alive for…you better be ready for long stories about what actually happened versus what the history books of twisted wonderland say….because once he starts he forgets how to stop.

He is also king of the dark humor. I can totally imagine you two making dark jokes back and forth while other students just look at you in mild terror and concern. Hysterical.

it had all started with you regaling Malleus with the follies of those who had tried to invade Russia in the dead of winter.

It had become something else entirely.

"And then, the human army, forgetting that our army had a dragon, believed themselves to be safe. They thought if they holed up in their fort, we'd freeze to death. But not so!"

Ace and Deuce were both looking a little green in the face. Neither of them had touched their lunch in quite some time.

"What happened next?" You asked, completely enthralled.

"Well, we burnt the outer walls to the ground, causing the general to surrender and leave our lands," Malleus said, a look of pride causing his face to glow.

"Oh, so no one died, good," Deuce said with a strained laugh.

"No. People definitely died." Malleus said.

"It was a war, Deuce, of course people died," you laughed, before messing up his hair.

"But…but…"

"Then what happened?" You asked.

Ace and Deuce stood up quickly, muttering excuses, and practically fleeing the lunch room.

"Some children of men are so weak willed," Malleus muttered.

"True," you said.

#twisted wonderland #1.5k followers #matchups #malleus x reader #malleus draconia

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amara-among-the-stars · 1 year

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Pass the happy! 🌈 When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people in your notifications! :D <3

Ooo second one of these so ima change the answers up that i gave @youhaveahomeinmyheart from their ask!

1. Weighted blanket. Fave blanket.

2. my stuff animals from childhood. They're tucked away for safe keeping

3. My wonderful moots on here (ya'll make me smile and laugh sm)

4. Arthur Morgan from Red Dead Redemption (have u seen that mans!?)

5. My apple cider moonshine my friend made me.

#chi speaks #chi answers #moony ghoul #ty for the asks #they make my lil heart happy

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nanobawn · 11 months

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@funbonded asked ;; ☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. It's time to spread positivity!!!!

{{ ☆ Saaav!!! We haven't really spoken a lot lately but I need you to know that you and your Funfred still mean so much to me, we've shared some of my favourite rp moments together and I hope we share more in the future ;Y; <3

#{{ i love love love you so much thanks for this bud <3 #[ ☆ ] the one pulling the strings // ooc #[ ☆ ] the recognition he deserves! // asks #[ ☆ ] tucked away for safe keeping // faves #[ ☆ ] incomplete without him // funfred [funbonded]

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thetalkerpappu · 1 month

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Globetrotting Glam: The Must-Have Travel Jewelry Box for Adventure & Sparkle ✨

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Picture this: Hitting the slopes in style, knowing your precious earrings are tucked away securely.

Because girl: You deserve to sparkle wherever you wander!

This travel jewelry box is more than just storage - it's your secret weapon for effortless on-the-go accessorizing. Here's why you NEED it:

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Plus: It's the perfect gift for the birthday girl with itchy travel feet (or your bestie who's always losing an earring ).

Travel with your sparkle intact! Search "travel jewelry box for girls" and pick your fave. #travelessentials #jewelrylover #girlboss #globetrotter

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nnatsume · 2 years

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☆ — special post !!

. a / n: THIS ONE'S FOR BESTIE BANANA WHO KEPT ME SANE IN THESE TRYING TIMES. my little skrunkly. i was not joking when i said i'll do it. now i hope that i actually managed to select your faves. there will be more though so!!! don't worry about it. take these little compensations for all the cute things, yes? :3c

i JUST logged back in and i'm already back in full-time routine. hm yes this is my profession

tw: slightly gory description in madara's first paragraph! may be a bit unsettling for some.

♡ – hugs ft. rei, kuro, madara !

rei holds you like it'll be your last. he always says that it could be—so he makes it matter every time. his touch feels like feathers on your skin, holding you as if you were made of glass—but it's a firm and secure hold. the hardest part is to let go.

he smells like passing, a time long gone. like books bitten away by time, the frames on your wall, long unused keys, and long discarded clothes. it awakens a certain feeling of nostalgia—albeit sad, also a bit comforting. it makes it hard to let go too, doesn't it? it calls to you.

if you ask for it, he's always happy to deliver. chances are he already knows before you even say a word, opening his arms for you. it's your space. somehow, it always fits perfectly, regardless of time and place. hospitable, comfortable—like your old home, arranged and tidied only for you.

kuro holds you like you're the most precious thing in the world. the kind of embrace that makes you feel like you're floating—it's safe, peaceful. nothing can hurt you anymore. your temporary sanctuary—it feels like a sanctuary for him too.

he's not always so direct with his affections, doesn't encase you entirely—but it doesn't make it less valuable. a touch of his hand on yours, an arm lazily over your shoulder—somehow, it never feels like he gives you less. he's full of love and gives you his everything.

he's especially fond of holding you at the end of the day when you're starting to grow weary—maybe it's the rush of pride that he gets knowing that you trust him enough to rest in his hold. he'll cover you nicely and keep you warm, don't you worry. occasionally, he finds himself dozing off too—would you look up, you would see his smile.

madara holds you with his entire heart. when he opens his arms to you, it feels like he's opening his entire chest—his heart's only yours though, you know? packed with love, full of energy—they're the hugs that have you rejuvenated after a long day. you feel as if you can start all over easily, right at that moment. like nothing can stop you.

anytime, anyplace—his affections are rather hard to escape, and they're very physical. he loves having you for himself, tucked right under his chin. your laugh—or your joking complaints—when he throws himself over you again makes him swoon. and very audibly so!

not only are your spirits lifted, but you, the physical you, are also lifted. you're mama's teddy bear—you're so dear to him. detaching him from you proves to be a hard task—but, say, is it really so bad to have him?

#📖.my writing #enstars #ensemble stars #rei sakuma #rei sakuma x reader #kuro kiryu #kuro kiryu x reader #madara mikejima #madara mikejima x reader #enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader

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second-hand-heaven · 2 years

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i am humbly requesting some izzy-in-the-middle headcanons/ideas 🥺

(Okay whoops this got long)

One of my fave things when shipping a trio or more than two people is sleeping arrangements. You get to navigate the whole issue of ‘beds are typically designed for two people’ thing, as well as the concept of having ‘sides’ of the bed typically going out the window… it’s about the Symbolism.

So in no particular order:

Part of Izzy hates being in the middle. When this thing starts, he’s always on the outer edge, closest to the door. It’s how he prefers it. It’s easier to slip away unnoticed during the night when things get too much. Easier to remember where he stands, on the outside looking in.

As he settles in, though, he still prefers being closest to the door. He’s the last line of defence between intruders/attackers/prying eyes of the crew and his captains. They’ve got to go through him before they can lay a hand on his captains. He’d made a vow to Ed, repeated the same to Stede: loyalty to one’s captain above all else. They’d have to kill him first.

Part of Izzy loves being in the middle. When has he ever felt so secure, so safe, so wanted? It reminds him that Ed wants him, not just a warm body when someone else isn’t available. It assures him that Bonnet isn’t doing this to keep Ed happy, that he wants Izzy too. So he’ll grumble and moan about being sandwiched between these two buffoons, waking up sweaty and smothered and poked by not one but two insistent morning woods, but in reality, where else would he want to be?

Stede runs hot. Man’s like a fucking furnace. In the heat of the Caribbean it’s a struggle, but when they find themselves travelling further north, Izzy finds he has no qualms about snuggling close.

Ed’s very cuddly. This isn’t news to Izzy, but it becomes almost unbearable when he’s caught between Ed and Stede. Almost.

Sometimes ‘in the middle’ equates to being ‘half on top’ but Izzy only grumbles as he’s manhandled into position.

Being in the middle makes Izzy feel guilty. They’ve all made amends for the ways they’ve hurt one another, moved on and past it to build something better between the three of them, but sometimes Izzy finds himself lying awake in the darkness of the cabin, flanked on either side by the two men he values above anything else, and hates himself for having tried to tear them apart.

(On nights like that, Ed pulls him close, tucks Izzy’s head beneath his chin, and whispers stories from long ago, from the good times, and chuckles softly when Izzy pipes up to correct his failing memories)

It’s a tight squeeze, the captain’s bed aboard the Revenge. Hadn’t been designed for three grown men to lie there comfortably; it had been designed for a man and his wife. ‘A significant lack of foresight,’ Ed had called it. Bonnet had flushed a deep red. ‘How was I supposed to know I’d fall in love with two good-for-nothing pirates instead?’

(Ed and Iz had convinced him that they were good for something, after that. Very good.)

When Ed sleeps closest to the door, facing the window, he gets to wake up watching the three loves of his life: Stede, Izzy, and the sea.

#calicojackofficial #ofmd #our flag means death #steddy hands #blackhannet #gentlehands #stizzy #blackhands #headcanon #i have fallen SO HARD for these three #and this is so disgustingly soft #enjoy #thank you jack ily

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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okay but imagine waking up next to soft!dom harry in the middle of the night and snuggling closer to him because you had a nightmare or you just couldn’t get to sleep well and he just kisses you, whispers sweet nothings and holds your hand as he helps you back to sleep

SCAREDY KITTEN Y/N, CLINGY AND MELTING OVER HARRY ALWAYS GONNA BE MY FAVE

Wednesday’s are most tiring for Harry. Shit tons of paperwork, shipping and unloading and then being a visible leader at the workplace to make sure the gang runs efficiently.

Weary and knotty in his muscles Harry dragged himself all the way to the threshold of his house to his room, his comfort space for many reasons— it smells incredibly sweet of his lovie, it’s cosy and the blankets are always toasty with her warmth and the room temperatures's the perfect chilly against your skin, akin to whole house.

“Hi Mushy,” He greets her coarsely, ducking down and a bit to the left of her gaze when she busily mumbles a ‘hi!’ Back with her head stuffed into her books, crossed legs on the chunky silken duvet and blankets.

“No kisses, pretty?” He asks, patting her head gently and she looks up at him. Equally tuckered out and bushed, she’s been trying to solve this stupid stupid algebra and it seems like algebra solved her and kicked her in arse telling her to do this nonsense with someone other.

“Sorry.” She sighs, scurrying to her knees and lifts her bum to plant a soft kiss to his lips instead ends up smashing a sloppy peck to his chin making both of them giggle.

She really thought she was about to get a good sleep, after having a tummy full dinner, doing her night routine with Harry and cleaning the little mess around her room because it keeps on irking her the whole night of otherwise --- she really hoped.

Her hopes were crushed brutally with a bulldozer when Harry knocked out the moment his floppy head hit the pillows, his embrace's homey and his breath melting into her skin makes her wants to learn the pattern mentally and sleep to it— she did.

She almost lulled herself into a light slumber when their whole house shook, the windows squeaked and their bedhead banged against the wall ever loudly from the force of her jolt due to the peal of unexpected thunder.

Y/N hates thunderstorms. It hyperventilates her badly and she’s never able to sleep during them, she might ends up crying or trying to make a clever run god knows where. She’s a science student still her silly and scared brain convinces her that the lightening will fall on them and burn them to ashes.

For a moment it didn’t happen again, replaced with calming patter patter of rain and she was glad she hasn’t woken Harry up. Who’s snoring softly into his pillow, his arms lax around her body and his facial features placid and soft.

There’s an ominous roar again in the sky and this time it fucks her up properly. She whimpers like a puppy shrinking into Harry’s side, eyes bolted shut as she feels her heart pumping in her ears – thumping eerily against Harry’s chest and she gasps, her knees knocking against Harry’s lower abdomen when there’s furious amount of non-stop thundering. Quite funnily he only mutters something incoherent and tucks her further into him.

Y/N’s sleepy, loggy and her scary surroundings doesn’t makes any sense to her and she doesn’t want to wake up Harry.

She’s feeling awfully, small and little and skimpy.

Terrified her eyes blows away when she sees the light-flashing outside scarily bright, “Daddy!” She cries out, latching her elbows around Harry’s neck and her thighs around his waist -- practically haggling the dude into a bendy doll.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy. . .” She mumbles unremittingly into his throat, her tears soaking the crew neck of his shirt -- tummy jolting against him and it stirs Harry, trying to take in his wear-bouts— knuckling the blurriness away from his eyes, he looks down at his lovie in haziness worried something bad happened because last he remembers she was good and about to drool over him. His warm palm gliding up her back, the fabric of her pyjama top bunching in his hold.

It doesn’t took him long to realize why his lovie’s so rucked up, clinging onto him like she depends on him for dear life when another wave of thunder-clapped and she was shoving herself into him with a frightened sob.

“Hey, hey . . Poppy. Daddy’s here. Not g'na let anything happen t’ya, sweet girl.” He whispers, cupping her face with both of his hands and tilts it up gently to look into her scared eyes, he sandwiches her shaky hands in-between his thighs and brings her impossibly closer to him – stroking his thumb over her wobbling wet bottom lip.

“We're gonna die!” She stutters a whiny sniffle hating that this awful thundering wouldn’t stop. Her outburst quirks Harry’s lips into a small smile, his heart oozing with overloaded infatuation for his love who’s just too innocent and cute for her own sake.

He gives her an eskimo kiss, pecking the corner of her salty lips then kissing her mouth tenderly and lovingly, “Said the same thing last time baby.” He calms her down. Rubbing her back, halting at the dip of her hip to massage the soft spot gently.

“Shh, shh, ‘s okay . . . I know it scares my darling so much, hate tha’, wouldn’t want my little’s poor heart to suffer this much would I?” He says groggily, tone coy and affectionate. He brushes the frays falling over her eyes out of shakiness, behind her ear and smooches a kiss to the side of her temple.

A surreal quietness blanketed them, her timid voice breaking through it and Harry smiles foppishly and lazily down at her hands still covering her ears. He tuts caringly when she blinks and glistening moisture collects under her eyebags.

“Sorry, didn’t wanna wake you,” She skootches impossibly closer into him, nuzzling her face in his strong healthy rising chest and he shakes his head petting her hair, “Would’ve been bummed if you didn’t,” He hugs her securely, and she relaxes taking a nourishing breather. Something so protective, safe and warm his huggies makes her feel.

Harry himself is the definition of tenderness, for her.

“Good?” He inquires, pressing his lips to where her neck and shoulder meet—- rubbing his hands up and down her arms smiling assuringly when Y/N hums in meekness.

His head perks up, brows shooting up nonchalantly when Y/N groans again upon all of it starting again and he coos, tightening his hug more compassionately screwing his mind too think of any idea to distract her.

“Would my baby like to keep me inside her, keep daddy warm?” He cuddles her chuckling softly when she buries her face in his neck, fisting the waistband of his joggers out of shyness and quick to bob her head timidly as Harry showers her in tiny sloppy wet fond kisses.

“Hmm. My soft little one.” He murmurs, hooking her panties away and spitting in his palm to squeeze it around his girth and gives himself few pumps before lubricating her with his own precum and eases carefully inside, not to hurt her.

Their temples falls against eachother, whimpers mingling as Harry bottoms out inside her. Balls snug against her bum, his eyes glassy as he nudges her playfully, “Now if we get stoned to death . . atleast it’d be with me cock inside ye',” His belly does a loopy loop upon earning a shy giggle from her (he takes pride in making his lovie laugh) and she moans breathily when he squishes her bum cheek grumbling disgruntled.

“Not letting them see yer bum thou,” She hiccups a giggle, feeling ticklish from all the raspberries he’s blowing at her skin and lapping the sensitive spot then, teasing it dry.

“You’re s’nice to me, I love you.”

“I love you too, my little one.”

Harry’s forever and always gonna be her comfort person.

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wellthebardsdead · 2 years

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Overwatch nighttime routine Headcanons: Hanzo

Had this idea floating around in my brain for a while now and decided to start off with my fave boi ~Bambi

Youth

Sleep? What’s that?

Eye bags for days

Being the heir to the shimada clan, a massive criminal empire, expectations were heavy on his shoulders at all times. On top of being his fathers shadow and having to perform at his very best every single day at any given moment he was also expected to get perfect grades in every single subject. From trigonometry to the multitude of languages he was forced to study, everything had to be perfect or the consequences would be severe. And When he wasn’t worrying about all that he was picking up the slack Genji kept dropping. Everyday up until the clan simply gave up on trying with the younger shimada, Hanzo would do his homework for him. Sneak him his answers for tests, and would frequently drop his own work to make sure his brother didn’t get into trouble.

It only got worse after the death of their father when he was suddenly expected to run everything with no help, all on top of trying to keep his hot mess of a brother safe from the elders while begging him for any type of assistance.

And thus his bed time routine was simply a shower, brushing his teeth and face planting into bed. Usually around 1am only to wake up a few hours later for training or to pick up his intoxicated party boy brother from wherever he’d end up on any given evening.

Post incident/Pre-Overwatch

Sleep continues to be an enigma.

Major case of puffy eye bags

Hangover McDonald’s breakfast will be needed.

Spending a decade on the run haunted with nightmares of what had happened and with assassins hot on his tail at any given moment, survival definitely took priority over rest.

However when his body would inevitably force him to rest it was usually in a dingy hotel and often only for a few hours.

His dragons would guard the door while he’d shower, the hotel water would most likely be cold or lukewarm but he’d reason he’d somehow deserve it.

After brushing his teeth he’d dress in something comfortable like a t-shirt and sweats, something he could easily spring into action in incase of a late night ambush. Something he learned the hard way he’d have to be prepared for.

he’d then spend the next few hours drinking heavily just so he could finally pass out into hopefully a dreamless sleep, praying for a painless death if it comes in the night.

Post-Overwatch

Soft boy, sleepy, sleepy boy, only knows comfort, only knows rest.

Hanzo joined Overwatch in less than the best condition and Genji immediately took to fussing over him and his health and his self care.

No more alcohol induced sleep, both Genji and Angela made sure of that. (She nearly had a stroke when she took his blood alcohol levels) instead he has tea before bed, usually camomile or honey and orange blossom.

Genji spared no expense when it came to making him feel secure and safe in his new home. A big bed with a nice wide frame and comfortable mattress to make him feel nice and tucked away, extra big fluffy pillows, snug duvet and plenty of throw blankets.

Now feeling safe and in a healing environment with a healthy support system he absolutely pampers himself every night.

His hair gets a mask once a week to keep it healthy and shiny.

He loves fruity shampoo and conditioner but is partial to anything rose or camomile scented.

He has a nice long shower followed by a bath usually with lavender and rosemary salts. Tea is best enjoyed at this time in his opinion… usually with a biscuit, a tip he got from Lena and Jamie.

Fluffy bath robes and slippers are an absolute must!

After brushing his teeth he usually spends 5 to 10 minutes moisturising.

He definitely gives himself a simple manicure job every week or so, maybe a top coat to keep them strong with all the climbing and fighting.

It’s become a ritual for him to snuggle into bed with a good book while the dragons make biscuits with the blankets. He knows he’s not supposed to look at his phone before sleep if he wants a good rest, but he’s been texting the resident cowboy in favour of reading as of late 👀

He often sleeps until noon, his body’s just come out of nearly 30years of fight or flight mode and he’s healing from it. He complains he feels lazy because of it but Genji and zenyatta both highly encourage he let his body do what it needs to.

#overwatch #overwatch shitposts #hanzo shimada #Overwatch headcanons #Hanzo headcanons

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elysianslove · 4 years

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the little things ; haikyuu boys

synopsis; the little things he does that show just how much he loves you

pairings; karasuno x reader, aoba johsai x reader, fukurodani x reader, nekoma x reader, shiratorizawa x reader

genre; fluff

warnings; will make u hate being single <3

karasuno ━━

sugawara koshi; whenever your hair gets caught in anything, he’s so gentle yet quick at fixing it. if your hair is long, and you pull a bag or a shirt and your hair gets tucked in, he’ll wordlessly pull it out. if your hair is short and a bracelet or zipper gets caught he just continues whatever he was doing (talking to someone else for e.g.) while helping you out. also always makes sure your hair isn’t bothering you; if you’re leaning over writing something, he’ll always tuck it behind your ear so lovingly ahhh

daichi sawamura; massages. he’s descended from heaven for this purpose only. his hands are rough and like hard on your muscles, but it’s so perfect. he’ll approach you when you’re in school sitting anywhere, from behind, and just knead his hands into your muscles for a few seconds. euphoric. or if you live together, he always greets you with back/shoulder/neck massages in the bathtub hvjkwkd.

nishinoya yuu; always makes you try his food. always. whether it’s with a group of people or just you two, he just goes “hey babe open ur mouth” with this face 😏 bc he’s cheeky, and just shoves a mouthful of food. spoiler alert, it’s always way too hot. but it’s just tradition at this point. he takes a bite of his food, decides if it’s worthy enough for your mouth or not, then just. yeah.

kageyama tobio; buys you a snack whenever he gets his milk. if you’re special special, he’ll buy you your own carton of milk. he goes up to the vending machine and automatically thinks of you when he sees your fave snack, and it’s like mindless at this point he just routinely does it. it still surprises you to this day, even when he’s so nonchalant about it.

tsukishima kei; kisses your forehead. tsukki is not too big on pda, and even privately he’s not very touchy feely either tbh. but just a simple peck on your forehead grounds you, and it’s a small reminder of the fact that despite his outward coldness, he really does love you. he rarely does it in front of others, but sometimes, he’ll indulge both you and him, and settle a small kiss on your temple just randomly.

asahi azumane; anime jesus always has a hair tie/clip carried around for you on his wrist/in his pockets. i mean he’s always needing them, he just stocks up when he starts dating you. somehow he’s always there when you’re frustrated with your hair all over the place what a savior. later on it evolves to him carrying around your scrunchie and yes the boys make fun yes he blushes but no he does not take it off.

tanaka ryunosuke; carries you on his back, or your things, when you’re too tired to walk. whether that be if you’re too tired because of your heels or you’re just lazy, he just loves helping you out what a respectful gentleman. honestly it just becomes that every time he sees you he like barricades over to you so quick and flips you onto his shoulder or spins you around. anyways. walking with tanaka means walking empty handed bc he will never let you carry anything. ( shifts pile of bags on one arm just to hold your hand ).

hinata shoyo; learns hairstyles to try on you. whether it be short hair or long hair, expect his youtube search history to look a lot like “how to make a french braid” or “cute hairstyles for short hair for your cute girlfriend”. he’s always so entranced by you and watches so carefully whenever you do anything on your hair, and he gets do excited whenever you let him try and he gets it right. also !!! a lot of the times you’ll sit between his legs and he’ll just softly card his fingers through your hair or lightly braid it.

yamaguchi tadashi; buys you flowers a lot. he doesn’t overdo it, just so it doesn’t lose its value and worth. but for example, mondays suck ass and he knows how much you hate them, so he always makes sure to either leave a single rose on your desk/in your locker or give it to you himself if he can. it’s so endearing and motivating honestly, and the constant reminder every once in a while is so cute. continues to do it even like 3 years in, which is so fkn sweet honestly.

nekoma ━━

kuroo tetsurō; plans the best dates. seriously. like not one moment spent with him is dull. i don’t think being with kuroo entails a high energy relationship, i just mean that even a walk in the park is fun with him. he also always knows when to plan a fancy dinner and when it’s just something casual. like he always puts in so much effort, gives 120%, for every date with you. is your favorite band/singer/artist in town? he’s got tickets. the weather is amazing? you’re going to the beach. you’re sleep deprived? nap dates. 10/10

kozume kenma; he teaches you how to play his games. the fact that he’s letting you touch the console in itself says enough, but whenever he buys a new one, and learns it thoroughly enough, he will always sit by you and teach you its ways. picture you sitting in his lap while he guides your hands <333 if you’re not a gamer, he’s actually v flattered by the fact you’re willing to sit through this w him. but if you are a gamer, expect daily competitions. oh and if you beat him? you’re dead to him :).

haiba lev; instead of reaching for things that you’re too short for to grab it himself, he just lifts you up lmfao. i mean w the way he teases yaku, i can imagine he’d be v teasing with you as well if you’re even an inch shorter than him. but fret not! it’s all in the name of love. he’s very loving though, and if he sees you struggling he’ll just wordlessly hoist you up from your waist or something. at first it’s terrifying, but later on it just makes you giggle cause he’s like so willing to do it and it’s effortless for him hehe.

yaku morisuke; always makes sure you’re taking care of yourself, but kinda aggressively? lmao anyways. like he’s always “babe have u eaten” and if u say no expect him to start yelling like “what do you mean no??? are you insane???” v dramatic but honestly <333 he’s always texting you after parting ways “did you get home safe” or on weekends where he cant meet you, he’s asking how it was, if you indulged yourself a bit, relaxed. it’s very sweet and he makes sure it’s not overbearing. he just wants his baby to be healthy and happy.

yamamoto taketora; walks on the side with the cars. it’s not a very noticeable thing, but you see it, and you recognize it. he makes sure he’s always walking where cars are speeding by, a hand on the small of your back guiding you away and to the other side of him. it’s the little notions of protectiveness like if he’s driving and stops suddenly, he’ll put a hand out to keep you from lurching forward, he pushes you gently out of the way before you bump into someone. things like that.

aoba johsai ━━

oikawa tōru; he doodles in your notebooks, or on your skin. if you have class with him, and sit next to him, he’ll always be doodling on your notebook like little hearts or stupid, cute things like your initials + his in a heart. or if you’re at a study date together, and you’re focused on your laptop screen, he’ll leave little encouraging messages on your notes for you to notice when you’re revising. sometimes you’ll be sitting with him at lunch or even if you’re out w him and a bunch of other people, and he happens to have a pen. expect a little smiley face on your inner wrist, or a heart plus his initials ( o.t. )

iwaizumi hajime; he helps you take off your make up/takes it off for you. if you’re too sleepy, he’ll just take the products he’s used to seeing you use and start following it step by step after he props you up next to the sink. while he stands between your thighs he just so gently starts rubbing at your skin and washing away the make up. if you’re already asleep, he’ll have to like google the steps oh my god im gonna cry hes so cute. if you don’t necessarily wear make up, then he’ll just help you do your nightly routine, or even your shower routine, like using a body scrub or a face mask or, bruh, even shaving lmfao.

hanamaki takahiro; saves everything you buy/send/make him. i mean everything. has literally over two thousand photos of you, all the polaroids or postcards are saved in a little box he has under his bed. anything you make him (unless it’s edible) he has. if you make him a small embroidery thing he will literally attach it to his sports bag or something. any chain you make him is automatically added to his keychain. that flower crown you made with him on one of your first dates? he still has it. the flowers are dead but the memory loves babyyyy

matsukawa issei; carries extra clothes of his for you to borrow. hey have i mentioned that mattsun is big? 😃 because he is 😃. meaning regardless of your size or height or whatever, his clothes will drown you <3 i see him as preferring more oversized or just loose shirts rather than tight ones, so yk. on you???? if y’all are just hanging out and you even think about being slightly cold — here have five options of mattsun’s clothes to choose from. he always makes sure they smell like him too. it’s self indulgent really, because he loves the way they look on you, and he loves that it leaves a trace of his scent on you. territorial? i think yes.

fukurodani ━━

bokuto kōtarō; always hugs you like it’s the last time he’ll see you. sometimes, even if he doesn’t know it, you need his hugs badly. y’all are gonna try and tell me bokuto doesn’t give the best fkn hugs??? yeah get outta here with that bs. he SO does. he either kneels down and wraps his arms around your waist, picks you up, and spins you around, like he hasn’t seen you in 3 years, or he’ll just wrap his arms around your neck and pull your head to his chest, cradling it, and just sighing like he won’t see you for the next 3 years. his hugs always make you feel so much better, even if you weren’t feeling down to begin with.

akaashi keiji; plays with your hands and caresses them. it’s the delicate feel and gentleness of it all. akaashi’s generally an anxious person, leaving him very fidgety. but once you two get together, and he starts being comfortable with you, expect to find your hand always between the two of his, just fondling with him. he’ll trace random figurines on the back of your hand, or have his fingers ghost over your wrist and up to your fingertips. if his hands are especially shaky, expect him to just grab one of your yours and hold it tightly between the grasp of two of his. it conveys trust, and all you have to do is kiss his knuckles gently and he’s melting.

konoha akinori; he has your reminders app linked with his, and sneaks in small, motivating messages. every once in a while you’ll get a notification from the app that tells you to drink water or have a snack (or text konoha he’s bored and he misses you). also always sends you pictures to distract you from stress. like it could literally just be a picture of him smiling with a thumbs up and you’d just ,,, melt bc you love him so much.

shiratorizawa ━━

ushijima wakatoshi; he has so many plants that are named after you, or your nicknames, and he’s like so gentle with them too. like strokes their petals and speaks to them so softly, the same way he does with you. you’re honestly so curious how he hasn’t run out of names, but he’s just a genius like that. whenever you go over to his place, and he’s bought a new one, he’ll take your hand and guide you to where it’s growing and just be like “look it’s baby y/n” and you just 🥺🥺🥺

semi eita; he has a playlist on his phone, that’s constantly being updated, for you and him to listen to. the first time he showed it to you, you were stargazing and he took out his phone and headphones and was like “i made a playlist for you wanna list” and every part of your body lit up in flames im not joking. now, a lot of the times, you’re coming back home on a train, and your head is on his shoulder and you’re sharing headphones listening to the playlist. when either one of you is driving you’re blasting it (a lot of the playlist is the hsm soundtrack)

satori tendō; tendo reads people so well, and being in a relationship with him means he will read you so well. so a lot of the times, in social situations, he’ll recognize the signs of you wanting to leave, for example, or if someone’s bothering you, he’ll know exactly how to approach it too. this also entails having a lotta inside jokes hehe, and also just like. talking with your eyes. yk that thing. yeah. all you have to do is look at him a certain way, and he just knows exactly what you just said.

goshiki tsutomu; he buys the both of you this small plushie, and whenever you’re missing each other you just. squish it. and he squishes his. he would rather die than let anyone know this, but you’re not too keen on letting anyone know yourself tbh. it’s just this little thing you have, and it means a lot more to you than just this. when he first bought it he was like “look we have matching plushies” and you passed away on the spot ❤️

shirabu kenjirō; loves trying out new recipes with you. he’s not too big on cooking or baking, but there’s just something about doing it with you that really — hits the spot yk. nowadays, whenever he comes across a new recipe on social media that he thinks you’ll like he just automatically sends it to you like with no words no texts just the post and you’re like “OMG CAN WE DO THIS” and he’s like “why else would i send it. yes we can :)” hvskwkeke

end note; thank you sm for the love on my last two posts!! i’m glad you guys enjoyed them sm. if you have any requests, they’re open and i’m happy to deliver, mwah!

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