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#and in the morning. i will either wake up more anxious or wake up embarrassed.
konigsblog · 8 months
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Hi! This is my first time asking something :D 
Do you do anything, not nsfw? And if so, what would some random könig headcanons you agree with? Like habits and stuff you’d think he’d do? (does that make sense lmao)
If you just do nsfw you could make them nsfw headcanons.. Or just combine both aha
**HII.. i do write for sfw and fluff, as well as angst it's just not really requested as much as smut :) but here, hope you enjoy this!!! 🌙
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silly könig headcannons
⭒ mentions of weed use, fluff.. 🌷🎀
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⭒könig who prefers cats over dogs. they're quieter and calmer, has a ginger cat called ‘spice’ that's fiesty to new people. he loves the animal to death, and hands it to his oma when he's on deployment.
⭒i've mentioned this before, but i feel like könig was in a band as a kid, just a school one. he played the drums and was pretty emo in his teenager years...
⭒he sleeps in the weirdest positions. he'll either wake up with his body contorted into different ways, his arms above his head and across his chest with his legs intertwined with eachother.
⭒he's an easily jealous person, always top of his classes and getting 100% on his tests. his mother always wanted the best outcome for her son, so she was shocked when he decided to join the kommando spezialkräfte instead of becoming a doctor or a lawyer.
⭒has 100% attempted to get up but fell because his legs were stuck and tangled in his bedsheets.
⭒gets second hand embarrassment far too easily. he's cringing on the inside when someone does/says something stupid.
⭒absolutely hates the summer. it's horrible; everybody's sweaty and stinks, missions make him want to peal his skin off. definitely prefers autumn/winter.
⭒his favourite food to eat whilst sick is soup, a special homemade soup him and his mother made together while growing up. her own special recipe that he only teaches to his closest of friends.
⭒loves late night conversations. they're so deep and understanding, chatting for hours 'til your jaw hurts and the sun his peaking through the curtains.
⭒either drinks black coffee, really bitter. or drinks the most sugary coffee ever, no in-between. (tell me your opinions)
⭒is a morning person. gets up early and has his breakfast, something quick and easy, like toast or porridge (oatmeal), has a morning shower 'nd everything. (i love adding salt to my porridge/oatmeal)
⭒hates when people say germany and austria are the same. will definitely have a whole rant about the differences 'til you understand fully.
⭒smokes weed a lot, pretty much an addict. he says it's to calm his nerves down but he gradually started doing it more and more often. a stoner fs.
⭒enjoys movies, a lot. he loves sitting down with a blanket beside him, covered in orange cat hair. will probably make a bowl of popcorn to eat whilst watching, but ends up eating it all before he's even 30 minutes in.
big, bear hugs. we all know that the big, brute and towering man gives amazing hugs, but he really wants to lay atop of you, to cage you with his warmth.
⭒has a tendency to over share, rants sometimes while pretending to be confident, finding anything to talk about before feeling a bit uncomfortable with what he'd said.
⭒isn't shy. it's my biggest pet peeve when people make könig out to be someone shy, scared, ect.. he's not shy, he's socially anxious, but that doesn't make him quiet. he either puts on a front and pretends to be confident with a cocky, loud personality.
⭒absolutely adores milk. he drinks like a gallon in two days, that's why he's 6’10.
⭒enjoys mint chocolate chip ice cream, hates strawberry, especially if they have chunks. (self projecting)
⭒enjoys doing the dishes, finds it satisfying. until he touches food and gags.
⭒avid banana hater, the texture to the taste, everything about it makes him feel ill.
⭒listens to music for hours, usually something rock or heavy metal, loud music in his ears and the loud explosions gives him some hearing damage.
⭒usually smells woodsy, fresh cut trees and vanilla.
⭒germaphobe. doesn't like being near people when they're sick and will avoid them, probably because he gets sick too easily, despite having a strong immune system.
⭒isn't a very emotional person, he has sympathy for others but can't express it through tears and emotions. he's cold and aggressive to the recruits, blaming them for his issues because he struggles taking blame and fault for situations and needs a punching bag.
⭒owned a fish when he was around 7, cried because it died. turns out it was alive and he saw it swim down the toilet. never got another fish again, traumatized.
⭒doesn't like being told he's in the wrong, will refuse and deny it 'til he's forced to either apologise or end the friendship.
⭒curly ginger, or wavy ginger, you can't change my mind.
⭒doesn't really understand tiktok that much, or instagram. not really something that he's interested in, but occasionally uses twitter for like 5 minutes.
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⭒has anemia, or iron deficiency. takes a couple naps a day because he doesn't like taking his supplements.
these are all i could think off 😵‍💫 tell me your personal headcannons!!
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serxinns · 3 months
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Yandere Bnha x scarlet witch reader part 3
H/c = hair color
F/c = fav color
Part 1
Part 2
Part 4
Shout out to @lady-ashfade for helping me!
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The Big Three (Platonic)
• Mirio is an affectionate and sunshine Boy always give you hugs 24/7
•Mirio Loves to give you Big bear hugs or tickle you if he's in a very good mood if you not much of a hugger or tickle person that's ok! High fives are just as amazing as well! He would never overstep a boundary.
•Mirio loves to make you happy it's his number 1 goal! he loves to make you smile, laugh, or anything that brings positive emotion, and if you ever feel sad this dude turns into a whole-ass mom he make sure your are comfortable enough to tell why are you feeling that way and if some caused you to feel that way let's just say they're just gonna get more then a punch in the stomach
•He knows it is wrong but he likes to use his quirk to go through your walls and watch you sleep only uses his face tho he thinks it's adorable to see you all curled up in your blanket dreaming he always wondered what your dreams are like if he notices you waking up then he'll quickly back off if you have a bad dream he'll.cone making up an excuse saying how he heard you struggling in your sleep and comfort you
•Every morning Mirio would invite you to walk you to class and when you get to your class he gives you a hive five or a big hug before he leaves
•On educational class visits he always yells out a hello or runs to you giving a big hug even ignoring how he embarrassed you in front of the class
• speaking of the class mirror Always sense how Jealous your classmates are whenever he wants to talk to you your classmate suddenly appears and pulls you away from him he didn't think much of it once he realizes that they were doing it on purpose (expect for izuku) and in the morning after before he was gonna give u a big hug iida got in the way and told you that aizawa is almost here and you should sit down (Aizawa was 5 mins late) mirio saw the pattern and smiled wickly walking to his group with a plan
"two can play that game~"
•Tamaki is the obsessive and Protective type of yandere Is shy and anxious on the outside but deep inside this dude is obsessing about every little thing you do!
•When Tamaki met you thought Mirio always talking about this Student all the time both Neijire and he looked at him curious about who is the student that made mirio that way and when mirio introduced you to them neijire instantly fell in love while Tamaki was shy as usually but there was something different about u a feeling that makes him think he needed to protect you he tried to surpass his feelings but how could he your so adorable and ur in class 1a the class that the villain target!? Poor boy almost made himself cry when the thought of you being helpless getting kidnapped
•Tamaki loves to steal little things you don't care about and keep them in his collection either be pens and pencils or items that you never use he'll collect them and put them in a secret place only he knows
•Tamaki would occasionally compliment you every chance he gets so he can see you beaming with happiness
• whenever you're sad he's not exactly good at comforting people but he would give you comforting head pats or give you your favorite comforting items to calm you down and hug you if you need it but if someone caused you to be this way his whole mood turn he turns from an Anxious introvert to something even more threatening how dare someone hurt their baby sibling he was thinking the most horrible ways to torture the person who hurt you
•Sicne Tamaki is also friends and partners with Kirishima I would imagine Tamaki teaching Kiri to be more protective and be more supporting try to get the reader to date him he doesn't know much about love but he does know about protection and will try encouraging kiri and whenever kiri rambles about how amazing and manly you see he happily listens
•Tamaki Knows how jealous the class gets when it comes to you but he doesn't even care even when the time bakugo threatens him to blow him up if he and the senpais gets near you but all tamki did was ignore him and push pass him he wasn't gonna let anyone scare him especially if it his beloved sibling is involved
•Neijire is the Delusanional and Obsessive type of yandere she thinks every little thing you do means you're depending on them or you need to be protected
•When Neijire 1st heard about you from Mirio she was so ecstatic to meet this Student and when Mirio did she fricking SQUEALED she was pinching your cheeks saying how cute you were hugging you while jumping tamaki and mirio had to calm her down
•Neijire views herself as a older sibling and bestie to you can be controlling like spamming you demanding where you are or wanting to know who you're with but mirio and Tamaki will tell her off but at times she don't listen she needs to know where you are!
•if you notice how weird and obsessive your class or the big 3 is neijire will try to put on the "naive" mask just to think you're just seeing things
•when Neijire wants to spar you she goes all out to show off how strong she is to prove how she can protect you she shows off her fighting skills and her quirk and when this your turn oh she will scream complaints and try to hype you up like "you go y/n" and "Yea that's my little sibling!" jumping up in down like an excited child once you're done she'll rant about how proud she is
•Neijire is VERY protective when it comes to you she glares at anyone when you hang out with them holding your hand a bit tight when she feels uncomfortable if anyone tries to hurt you she'll use her sharp nails and pierce deeply into their skin until it bleeds threatening them to kick their ass the next time they hurt u
•Big 3 loves to make plans to hang out with you neijire is in charge of plans like having a sleepover or a study session or even the trip to the zoo ( Lol tamaki gets scared of the giraffe because he thought it was gonna eat his hand when it was just try a get the food out his hand)
Extras
•they calls you Sparks because whenever your using your quirk f/c like sparks come out of your hands and they think its cute
• Big 3 and Class 1a would fight to get your attention whether be who's the group you get to sit with, training and hanging now not only have you got 19 crazy teenagers wanting your love and attention now you got of the most powerful senpais wanting to protect their little sibling and baby you
•Tamaki never admits it but he adores your sneezes it sounds like a kitten (even if you sneeze loud people)
He'll form a small smile
•neijire and Mount lady have a rivalry of who gets to do readers hair and who's outfit you get to wear
Shinsou and Eri (platonic)
• Shinsou is a chill manipulative and more aware and the possessive type of yandere basically the only person you can deal with
•Shinsou and you likes to eat on the rooftop whenever Big 3 and class 1a start to have a war in the cafeteria and makes jokes about how they are to lighten up the mood
•Shinsou is a cool friend and a bug brother to you the two of you would go and do shenanigans like prank the teachers or Cause Chaos around school even mess with class 1b
•Aizawa would hire shins to keep watch of you so you won't do anything dangerous he may be more chill than the others but when someone messes with you it's on bro would find any info on the person and threaten to blackmail
•Shinsou would act like the normal one just to get closer to you and whenever you talked about how weird your classmates are he would try to convince you that ur just being a dummy
•Shinso nicknamed you le Bruja while you nickname him El Insomnio (hehe translate it)
•Shinsou Hate using his quirk on you but if it comes to danger or a villain he had to use his quirk to less you out of danger so he can protect you
•Shinso is secretly a cuddleler and you know it you and eri (eri is a yandere too) would cuddle up and watch movies together and if any of the UA or students caught this they'll secretly take photos but be careful if shinsou wakes up he would not be happy
•Eri is the Innocent but scary yandere she always dreamed when she grows up she'll always be a hero like you
•she treats you like you're her idol she's so amazed when you used your quirk in Battle or training, especially in training cause she gets to watch them in person jumping up and down and clapping her hands cheering for you
•Eri would fake cry whenever you don't give her enough attention she would try to distract you by buying ice cream or snacks for her or guilt trip you to make you lay attention to her more "Y/n I wanna go to the arcade" off the arcade you go to win her a prize "Y/N.. *Shows sad puppy eyes*" well no attention for the person time to cheer up eri!
•Eri would draw little doodles of you, shins, mic, and Aizawa like a family photo
•She loves it when you use ur quirk to do tricks and tries to mimic your moves as well to either izuku, shinsou, one of the big 3 aizawa, mic anyone while saying "Look I learned this from y/n"
•She would invite you, mirio, shinso, and Izuku to cute tea parties the boys are the butlers, and you and here are the royals (slay gurl slay)
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smoshpvnk · 2 months
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Damien x Shayne Ship Questions (from @zillaphoneswag)
Who is the cuddler?
Damien
Who makes the bed?
Shayne
Who wakes up first?
Shayne
Who has the weird taste in music?
Damien
Who is more protective?
Damien
Who sings in the shower?
Both
Who cries during movies?
Both depending on the movie
Who kisses more roughly?
Shayne, maybe…???
Who is more dominant?
Damien ofc
Who is the most affectionate?
Damien (I can literally give one hundred examples)
Most common argument?
Silly: video games, serious: challenging each other’s thoughts almost therapeutically about body image, guilt and shame, habits, etc
Who apologizes first?
Damien, just bc he’s a very apologetic person, but Shayne wouldn’t have any reason to withhold apologies either
Favorite (non-sexual) activity to do together?
Video games, cooking, silently working on projects side by side
Who drives and who rides shotgun?
I think Damien would more often as a gentleman but idk (I’m recovering from driving phobia, I would be curious what their driving journeys looked like. Were they eager to get behind the wheel, or anxious?”
Who is most likely to carry the other?
Damien (for reference)
Nicknames?
For Damien: Dames, Dee, Damienuh, babe, honey, dude, man, idiot, nerd, weeb (probably)
For Shayne: Shay, Shanyé, baby boy, baby bird, babe/baby, hun/honey, my guy, angel, darling (tbh, anything to get him to blush or laugh)
(bonus: scrub, dumbass, sweetheart, good boy, pet, puppy)
Who proposes?
Damien (either, but my heart says…)
Who sings along with the radio?
Both
Who worries the most?
Damien, but both
Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?
Damien
Who is embarrassed to take their clothes off in front of the other?
Both, at first
Who tops?
Damien
Who initiates kisses?
Both, mostly Damien (he’s so touchy. his love language is touch)
Who reaches for the other’s hand first?
Damien
Who is more ticklish?
Shayne
Who brings home an animal they found?
Damien
Who holds the umbrella for the other when it rains?
Damien
Who tries to playfully embarrass the other in public?
Damien
Who kills the scary bugs?
(Damien seems more KILL IT, Shayne is more well let’s at least try to release it outside)
Who asks weird questions at random in the middle of the night?
Damien
Who hogs the blankets?
Shayne
Who wants to stay in bed just a bit longer?
Damien (but both if they’re together)
Who always makes coffee for the other in the morning?
Shayne (only because he probably got up first)
Who says “I love you” first?
Damien
Who tells their friends/family about their relationship first?
Shayne is very casual about it even though his friends/family are excited, sappy and want to make it a bigger deal. Damien is nervous and makes it a bigger deal than it needs to be and feels a wave of relief after finally admitting it
Who is more likely to ask the other to dance with them?
Damien
Who cooks best?
Shayne
Who wears the other’s jacket?
Shayne
Who uses cheesy pickup lines?
Both
Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?
Both
Who makes the other one laugh the most?
Damien
Who needs more reassurance?
Damien
Who would have to bail the other out of jail?
Shayne
What would be their theme song?
Rather Be or Glue Song
What do they do when they’re away from each other?
Text or call with life updates and sappy sweet nothings
Who eats the other’s uneaten pizza crusts?
Damien
Who would accidentally set the kitchen on fire while cooking?
Damien
Who would throw the other into a pool?
Shayne
Who is the morning/night person?
Shayne - morning, Damien, night
Who gives the other person cool-looking rocks?
Damien
Who is the big spoon? Who is the little spoon?
Damien - big, Shayne - little
Who talks smack when playing video games and then loses?
Shayne
Who wants to take lots of pictures of them together?
Damien (have you seen how often Shayne is on his instagram)
Who is most excited to tell their friends they’re dating?
Damien
Who still blushes when they say ‘I love you?’
Shayne
Who is the protective one?
Damien
Who likes to jump into the other person’s arms?
Shayne
Who likes to take artsy photos together?
Damien
What do they like to watch together after a long day?
Anime, probably
Who is most likely to kiss the other on the cheek?
Damien
Who is most likely to break out in a spontaneous dance?
Shayne
Who would sing a love song to the other in the car?
Damien
Who can’t help but giggle when the other compliments them?
Shayne
What do they say to one another before they go to sleep?
“I hate you” (affectionate)
Who looks at the other person like they are their world when they’re not looking?
Damien
Who would win in a pillow fight?
Shayne
Who loves to be held the most?
Shayne
Who asks the other how to spell a word?
Damien
Who loves to have the other rest their head on their chest?
Both
Who makes funny faces to make the other person laugh?
Shayne
Who puts their hand on their partner's knee while driving?
Damien
Who goofs around in the kitchen more?
Damien
How do they say “I love you” without really saying it?
Damien: “I’m proud of you”
Shayne: “Remember when…”
What would they marathon?
Anime, probably
What would their wedding song be?
Starlight by Muse
Who nuzzles into the other?
Both
Who kisses the other on the head before they go to sleep?
Damien
What position do they fall asleep in when sleeping in the same bed?
One laying on top of the other is my favorite trope, so Shayne crushing Damien
Who initiates the first kiss?
Damien
Who asks the other out on the first date?
Damien
Who gets the other out of a speeding ticket?
Shayne
Who sleeps with their dog cat when the other one is gone?
Damien
Who still has the first gift the other gave to them?
Both
Who likes to see the other wearing their sweater?
Damien
Who is the sleepy cute one?
Shayne
Who gives the other person the best cards?
Both give either funny, possibly cursed cards or extremely sentimental and heartfelt, there is no in between.
Who gives a hilarious speech at their wedding about how they met?
Damien (see: Shayne’s graduation)
Who has a vast knowledge of random facts?
Damien
Who likes to clean?
Shayne
Who would be a lovey-dovey drunk?
Shayne
Who can’t stop laughing at their own jokes?
Shayne
Who distracts the driver by being a bit too provocative in the car?
Shayne
Who is the competitive one?
Shayne (Damien’s argument: there’s no need to be competitive if you’re just good)
Who asks the other’s parents for their partner’s hand in marriage?
Damien
Who puts their cold hands/feet on the other?
Shayne
Who worries more about the other?
Damien
Who is more likely to lock themselves out of the house?
Shayne (Damien can just lock pick, and has facetimed Shayne to teach him before)
Who would slide down the hall in their socks?
I can picture both doing this. nerds
Who is always horny and will have sex at any time, at any place?
(…both)
Who likes to walk around the house naked and who tells the other to go put some clothes on?
1) Shayne 2) Damien
Who takes photos of the other while they sleep?
Damien
Who likes flower crowns more?
Shayne
Who is the meme lover?
Both
Who has to teach the other how to fold a fitted sheet?
Shayne
Who’s afraid of thunderstorms?
Neither, but on a sensitive day, Damien, which of course Shayne is receptive of and gives extra affection and care
Who cries over the ASPCA commercials?
Damien
Who considers the other the love of their life?
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stuckinapril · 8 months
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do you journal? if so, do you have any tips to keep up with it? like things to get your creative juices flowing and such? i always start but then within a few weeks i just stop writing in them lmao, i think it’s because even though i’m the only one reading it, i get embarrassed about it and never really know what to write.
I think before you even start to journal, you need to ask yourself what deficiencies you’re trying to address. Are you not in touch with your feelings? Are you in touch with your feelings, but maybe when it comes to being grateful you’re not the best? Are you trying to journal for the sake of improving your discipline? Has your life as of late been a little mechanical, and you want to practice mindfulness more—maybe through writing about the wind on your skin, or the color of the sky, or what you had for dinner?
For me, I currently journal on an as-need basis. Whenever something upsets me, I’ll journal about it / get those feelings out through writing. But back in March, I went through an intense period of being disconnected from how I felt. So I tipped the scale in the right direction by journaling every day, and that helped me get back to a place where I didn’t need to journal every day to be more attuned to my emotional state.
During the time where I needed to journal every day, I would just allot a specific time to it. And if you’re trying to get consistent, that’s my biggest advice—is journaling at a time where it’s the most beneficial to you. Do you like clearing out your anxious thoughts in the morning, before the day begins? Journal in the morning. At night, after a hard day is over? Journal at night. Either option requires discipline, but one has the added reward of making life a little easier to navigate that day.
If you’re literally fine—if you’re mindful, attuned to your feelings, grateful, and are disciplined in other areas of your life—don’t force yourself to journal. Maybe that’s a controversial take, but if journaling is not adding value to your life whatsoever, I’m not of the belief you have to force yourself to do it anyway. For example, I’m currently at a time in my life where I just wake up naturally grateful to feel the sun on my skin, so I don’t need to do the “three things you’re grateful for a day” thing at the moment. Literally just adjust to your needs. Don’t journal just because someone online is telling you you have to incorporate that into your routine. Do what’s best for you. But in that same vein, be honest with what you really need.
As for embarrassment—the only way I ever got through embarrassment is just by doing it anyway tbh. And if you’re struggling to stay consistent, break it down. Instead of journaling for 10 minutes a day, journal for 5. We all start somewhere. The important thing is getting started <3
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shinsmarlboro · 10 months
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Shinichiro headcanons because I can't get this man out of my head, help.
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TAGS: sfw && gender neutral reader.
i feel like he's genetically skinny (is this a weird hc lol?), i feel like he doesn't work out too much or maybe he'd just work on his core if he ever chooses to work out. (baby couldn't care less about working on his arms, they're already kind of toned anyways.)
he definitely has a few faint scars on his tummy, he's quite proud of them actually. 'battle scars.' he calls them. (even though he just got them from getting his ass handed to him.)
this man would wrap his legs around you in such a way that it'll be difficult for you to break free. good luck using the bathroom.
his eyes function like a cat istg, they get dilated if you should scare him or if he's anxious but expand when he sees you or is just excited in general.
this man's morning voice is deep and raspy. his voice is already deep and soft BUT LORD, his voice after waking up is just 👌🏿, he doesn't understand why you like it so much,.but he indulges in teasing you about it.
he's the type to glance at your lips occasionally while you're talking to him about something.
he's actually quite patient it's crazy. (that doesn't mean you test his waters until he blows a fuse.)
he gets jealous quite easily when he sees you talking to other men. you have to remind him that you're all his and nothing would change that. <3
definitely touch starved. simply running your fingers against his chest would have that man on cloud nine.
whenever his breath reeks of cigarettes and you point it out either verbally or non verbally, he'd get really embarrassed and offended then act all pouty.
can NOT cook for shit, he tried it once after he time leaped back to the past (even in the original timeline before manjiro died, all he ate was instant foods like noodles.) so he could spend more time with emma since he didn't have the opportunity to do so in the original timeline but instead got scolded by emma and got a glimpse of her smile at his clumsy actions.
if you're foreign and you pronounce a word wrong, he'd jokingly tease you about it (only if you don't mind, he wouldn't want to hurt your feelings.)
likes listening to your favorite songs even though they might not be in japanese, he blushes and thinks about you while listening to them (might even look up the lyrics. )
LOVES when you wear his white tees. (bonus points if you're not wearing anything but panties or boxers underneath.)
(shinwaka headcanon) wakasa is quite protective over shinichiro, he would tell you to be careful with shin as you're his first love.
if he has to babysit the akashi siblings when he was supposed to go out with you and you offer to help him out, shin will simply pass away. he would watch you play with those two cuties. senju absolutely adores you and haru's a little shy baby around you trying not to be too reckless so you don't scold him (baby would tear up if you scold him because he hates it, i mean it's bad enough his big bro scolds him and now you too? :( )
when shinichiro introduced you to his siblings, mikey had successfully embarrassed him by asking you constantly if you were being held hostage by him or if you had a bet with a friend to date him or something like that. but in reality, he's curious to know you who shinichiro would not stop gushing about and wants to know if you're good enough for his big bro. emma on the other hand, would just observe you from behind mikey or shinichiro for a while. when shin tells her to introduce herself to you, she just stares at you, before doing so meekly. if she likes you, she'd greet you with a vibrant "y/n!!" and address you like a younger sister would to her big sister/brother as well as a hug around your legs.
if you're a fashion icon, you bet your sweet ass that your love-struck boyfriend will take pictures of your ootd for your social media or just to bless his phone with your captivating beauty.
it's so easy to flirt with him, man gets flustered at the smallest things like a wink, close proximity, lip bite etcetera. (but don't be mistaken, shinichi has his moments where he's flirting back.)
his posture isn't that perfect but he manages to stand in an 'attractive' way if that makes sense.
shin has the prettiest hands, i'm talking about a couple of prominent veins here and there, slender long fingers, neat cuticles and rough palms.
he's a klutz when he's sleepy. one time while you were watching a movie with emma, he came back from work and through the ajar door leading to the hallway, you saw him yawn while walking then somehow managed to trip on air and stumble down the hall. you almost pissed yourself trying to laugh quietly.
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homo-rashi · 7 months
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Imagine a shy cute anxious boy (who’s also a bit of a bedwetter) just moved to a new town and has to adjust to his new school with a tiny and shy bladder
Imagine if he starts avoiding using the bathroom at school because he used to get teased for his sensitive bladder growing up and the poor thing thinks it’ll happen again. However he starts having more and more close calls on the way home having to hobble and whimper his way back almost every day maybe not making but back fully dry either. And Not wanting to risk having an accident he starts wearing his nighttime protection to school..
Thankfully none of his classmates noticed and he even manages to make a few friends. Specifically another boy he has a bit of a crush on. And This new friend of his invites him to a sleepover one day, not wanting to miss the opportunity he goes even despite his anxieties about his “little problem”. So not wanting to seem like a baby or because he’s embarrassed asking to go so much he avoids using the bathroom at his friends house until bedtime exerting his poor little bladder even more..
Maybe he also tells himself he’ll be fine and that He’s not a baby so he doesn’t wear protection to bed either :3
OMFG.
Ive never gotten an ask like this so I hope this is the right way to reply ;-; ANYWAYS
YES!
imagine him falling asleep, anxious about waking up dry (he never does) thinking his sheer willpower that he wants to be cool for this guy, and not embarrass himself will be enough. (Its not)
He doesn't even wake up in the morning wet, he wakes up like an hour after he finally wet to sleep because he had been holding well before he went to bed. He knows immediately he made a mistake but it's too late now, His friend sheets and bedding are wet, his pants, everything.
He sobs, obviously, he is an anxious sopping mess when his friend finds him, curled up in a ball trying to conceal his embarrassing accident and tear stained face. The boy expects his friend a crush to ridicule him, like people have before. tell him his a baby, ask him why at his age he couldn't even sleep for a couple hours without having an accident, but instead, His friend (and crush) helps him out of his wet mess, help him get into a bath (maybe even gives him a bath bomb) Let's him borrow his pajama's and to his on-top of the folder pair of Pjs left for him in the bathroom by his crush is the nighttime protection he didn't bring with him, meaning...
His crush also wets the bed.
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Dating Robert "Bob" Floyd
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He's probably a little shy about physical affection
Despite that, he finds a lot of comfort in it
Definitely still asks if he can kiss you well into the relationship
Cute bead bracelets with each other’s name
You felt off calling him by his military callsign, although he was perfectly fine with it, so you started calling him "Bobby”
When you’re not calling him darling, love, babe, etc. of course
He remembers every little thing you told him
Gives the most heartfelt gifts that basically scream "I REMEMBERED BECAUSE I CARE BECAUSE I LOVE YOU"
Old sci-fi movies
Origami animals
Leaves love notes in paper planes
Hand holding is more like holding pinkies
Speaking of pinkies: pinky promises are roughly of the same importance as international bills
Homemade Taco Tuesdays
Old gaming consoles
A collection of aircraft models, not necessarily real ones
Indie music and 80s rock’n’roll
Pub quizzes
Evening beach walks
Trusts you in regards to fashion
You beg him for military stories
Regularly buys flowers "just because"
The florists are lowkey jealous
Proper gentleman, Mama Floyd raised him right
You’re the poster couple of military families
Takes something of yours on deployment
Your house is filled with plants it’s basically a jungle
Bob is a little anxious, so you gladly promoted yourself to his cheerleader
He probably likes a buddy to try new things and you’re 200% ready to go with him
Bob needs his solitude once in a while, so before you leave him for a little you always ask if he wants a snack or a drink
Unfortunately, he strikes me as a person who would avoid conflict, which isn’t exactly good in relationships
Maybe you haven’t noticed it but Robert is a little more comfortable/forward when you’re around
Got you a mountain of stuffed animals at the fair
He's low-key about his private life so The Gang™️ learns about you either through sneakery or after pestering him for a while
Really good with kids
This may sound weird but he smells like pretzels and ground coffee
Speaking of pretzels, he makes me think of chocolate-covered pretzels
Probably confessed to you by giving you a mixtape of songs that reminded him of you
Matching socks
Blushes when you give him a kiss, even in private
Slow days when you're just quietly doing your own things
Sleeps with his arm around you
Maybe a little embarrassed to say "I love you" on a regular basis (if you say you'd like him to, he's giving his best efforts) but his affection is still a blinding light
And don't only mean the adorable and cringy look of adoration on his face
Buys doughnuts when you're having a bad time
Bob's the first one to wake up, so your mornings start with him giving you fresh coffee/tea and saying "Good morning" in a groggy voice
You may or may not have thrown hands because someone was picking on him
Sometimes he gets lost doing something, hyperfixating on either a pastime or something connected to his occupation. Without asking, you bring him sliced fruit and tea.
Sending each other pictures of something that reminded you of the other one
Bob always has chewing gum or a small snack on him in case you want it
You got him a keychain with a small airplane and he absolutely loves it
If you seem to have lost something, Bob 100% knows where it is
He makes you food after a night out: you're off your face and he's making cheese toasties for you
You show him off and although the attention can sometimes be a little much, it makes Bob realize how much you appreciate him
Code words for bailing social situations
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Today is March 20th 2024 and the time is 1400.
This morning I wasn’t planning on hiking, but while I was drinking my coffee and looking at the mountains this overwhelming sense of sadness and despair started to settle in and my eyes started to water up. That’s exactly when I told myself to go hike, and I did.
I’ve accepted the fact that depression is something I will always live with and will have to manage the best I can. It’s been like this as far back as I can remember. Sometimes in the past it’s been so crippling that I wouldn’t leave the comfort of my home for days — just laying there doomscrolling on my phone or “watching” movies, and usually drinking beer and getting high. Absolutely zero motivation to live or do anything.
And for years I would binge drink, which led to other problems in my life like hurting the ones I love by turning into a complete piece of shit. Then the next day feeling awful for what I said or did, and all the endless empty sorrys and excuses. It was very fucked up.
But I think the worst of it was the last six months. After my ex-partner — who was also my hiking partner — left me back in September I went down the booze hole very quickly. And since I worked at a brewery I had access to all the free beer I would ever want.
Typically when I wake up the darkness (depression) is the absolute worst no matter what, it just is. And since I was going through it when she left it got really really bad. I would wake up crying, so I would immediately grab two beers out of my cooler and pound them both even before I had coffee. Then two more on my first break, two more on my lunch, and basically blackout drunk after work. It got to the point where I was so anxious, sad, and shaky in the mornings that I needed to drink. It was completely fucked up.
And not to mention the embarrassment and shame from posting cryptic or downright insulting posts on instagram because I was usually drunk. Then the next morning or in the middle of the night I would wake up and realize what I have done and I would frantically log on to delete everything I posted. But the damage was done, people saw it and yeah it’s fucked up. I’m not a bad person but when I drink I’m an absolute piece of shit.
I can’t go back in time to fix the past, I just can’t. And I’m not going to post some long thing like this on instagram explaining myself. No. All I can do is stay away from drinking, and be a better person moving forward.
Looking back on getting off the PCT in 2022 with my partner at the time, and knowing I have severe depression and being an alcoholic, PLUS post trail depression and also knowing the “real world” isn’t conducive for who I am or my mental health — I’m not surprised that I went off the deep end and treated her like shit.
I was unhappy. I didn’t do what I set out to do on trail. I never intended to go back and try the real world crap with anyone. I was supposed to finish the hike and get a hiking guide job somewhere or something outside. But instead I said ok fuck it let’s try it, and it completely devastated everything.
I never told her this, but I remember hiking behind her out of Wrightwood — it was such a beautiful day. We were hiking a downhill side slope, but it was nice and cruisy. I was playing some Joe Satriani and I remember thinking to myself that one day we aren’t going to be together, and it will be because of me. Then I brushed it off, telling myself I can make it work. But I knew the truth. And now look.
In the only and last thing she sent me she said “I don’t think you are a bad person, I think you are a hurt person, and I’m not perfect either but I can’t continue to let myself get hit with the shrapnel that comes from what I really feel like you need to work through on your own.”
She’s right. I’m not a bad person, and holy fuck I am carrying around a ton of hurt and pain. But now after all these years and after devastating a relationship than can never be fixed, I’m finally taking the necessary steps to be healthy and happy.
And it cost me the people I love just to get here.
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Alright I feel like I gotta step up my game so here go!
- pepper sometimes steals the boys shirts because they are very comfortable and similar to the boyish style she likes to rock from time to time
- minka has a habit of wandering off so the girls got her a child leash so whenever they go someplace she’ll most likely get lost/separated from them for her safety she’s leashed (they play rock paper scissors to decide who’s in charge of her at the time)
- speaking of wandering vinnie has trouble with that also especially because he’s also easily distracted but Russell didn’t want to do what was done to minka out of embarrassment so he came up with a better solution holding vinnie’s hand.why does this work you may ask? Because once he does vinnie won’t be the one to let go first or ever he loves the attention to much especially since it’s a way to show off that he’s in a relationship in public places
- Zoe simply cannot leave the house without makeup on she feels naked without it everyone has tried to convince her that she’s naturally very pretty but she won’t buy it m. the only one who’s seen her bare face is pepper and she misses that Zoe alot
- Sunil is not a morning mongoose he hates being up early and loves his sleep everyone knows not to (wake the bear so to speak) because of you do you get who pepper calls mr. Cranky all day long ( give him coffee and you get mr. Tolerable lol
- Russell once a year takes his dad to go visit his friends who for a week host a get together in rotation to hang and catch up the dads have fun while the sons babysit them his dad looks forward to it every year and Russell does his best to make him happy because he himself finds it hard to be there for his dad like he should and the guilt from that is something he’s working on fixing
- pennyling tells stories at the library since she’s so good at them she loves it so much and has become a favorite of the children parents often try to hire her for parties and get togethers but she often politely declines because it would put to much on her plate
- minka collects alot of random things she’s gets a little fixated on a thing for a while either because she likes it or thinks she can make art out of it somehow.so she now has alot of random things in general with her for that reason (including her friends fur) “it’s not weird it’s art!” - Minka
- (Touching from the other post) yes vinnie absolutely loves Russell’s body it took him a bit to actually be comfortable with vinnie seeing him in such a vulnerable state but vinnie was very patient and told him he didn’t care how long it took for Russell to do anything in their relationship he was just happy to have someone to give all his love to in fact every chance he gets a hug here, a hug there! here’s vinnie! hugging him ( vinnies used to the quills part at this point)
- sunil speaks Hindi to his parents and Sharukuh but still feels rusty doing it at all he even tried to practice but I tried to get his parents to speak more English for him - side note I do think vinnie can speak Italian because of his mom he just doesn’t use it that often anymore-
- speaking of psycho vinnie he throws an absolute fit if Russell or Sunil have to leave him for a long period of time for any reason crying, screaming, kicking, punching, begging, clinging on for dear life for them to stay he’ll do ANYTHING he can think of ✨side story✨ one time Sunil had a small surgery and vinnie waited for him with so much anxiety when the nurse said that Sunil was able to have visitors vinnie saw his chance and wouldn’t leave him once he made it in the room. He hates hospitals and didn’t like that Sunil was in one. he had to be dragged out kicking and screaming trying to get back in the building. (He did try a few more times to go back but was not successful)
- penny has a hard time seeing leftovers in the fridge because she doesn’t Believe in wasting good food.she is always tempted by them and gets anxious when she sees that they never end up getting eaten.
- sharukuh is super over protective over Sunil he’s also super into cars and learning how to fix them and collecting the ones he thinks are cool. he’s also likes to call vinnie “little buddy”no one knows how it started but vinnie now answers to it. vinnie kinda looks up to him a bit because he does a lot of manly things vinnie wants to learn so naturally
Ok that’s what I have for now I could’ve kept going but it feels so long now haha I hope you like them! Just to clarify I do see them as animals but more ones that act human kinda like in zootopia but they still look like themselves from the show if that makes sense
Other side note sharukuh is not bad to me he does have his own story but he’s not stuck up like in the show he actually met Sunil in college and has been in the group. since him and Sunil do also get together on some of my stories because it’s cute what they have atleast the way I like to see it
Ohh, a big, big number of headcanons is what Leffee likes! And since there's so much delight here to unpack let's start without further ado. And yes, I do have my handy dandy ice coffee with me.
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okay, this one is honestly just precious. Can we all just agree that male clothes are more comfortable? Yeah? Good. Plus, it does align with how I imagine Pepper choosing clothes, so yes, basically comfortable T-shirts. I'd imagine she likes Vinnie's the most because they are super stupid, with stupid texts and images and she loves it
look, I- just... *laughs like a dolphin*. So true! She would, wouldn't she? She's on a freaking leash. I honestly don't think she would mind, the not wandering part she would, but not the being on a leash part. Though she would probably be able to escape as soon as whoever is holding that leash is distracted for at least a moment
yup, Vinnie does have a tendency to get lost, doesn't he? I agree. But omg, that solution is just the cutest thing ever! He would see something and start heading into another direction but Russell sees it in time and just quickly catches his hand, like "no". And once he does Vinnie immediately forgets about whatever he was distracted by because he's just this fixated on Russell holding his hand, ep! In fact, his tail starts wagging. Shush, I want a reptile to be able to wag his tail like a dog, is that so wrong ;-;
this is just... yeah, she would feel like it. That also, ironically, humanizes her a bit. Her tendency to care so much about looks I mean. Just adds that extra depth to Zoe. And yes, I absolutely agree that everyone has genuinely tried to convince her that she looks just as great without it. Perhaps Pepper at first was rather teasy about it but seeing how much Zoe actually cares about it she changed her tone completely and was like, "No, Zoe, I really mean it. I'm not kidding this time." On a kinda side note, I do think that at least once the boys had a conversation that went somewhat like this "You know, I sometimes wonder why our girls even wear makeup." "Yeah! I guess they look different wearing it but they look so good without it too." "True, they are all so pretty." In short: they love them and genuinely find them all so pretty. Please, give me that
yeah, I think the "It's a happy, happy, happy world" implanted that headcanon in all of our minds, didn't it? It did in mine at least. Not only that, but I imagine he just needs a lot of sleep to function normally. He's not a morning person (or a mangoose) and neither is he the night owl. He sleep all night long or suffers. And yes, he needs his coffee, I personally see him drinking literally the most bitter shit possible. Not because he likes it all that much, but because it's the only kind of coffee that wakes him up when he's up too early
oh please, this is just too precious. I just find Jerry so endearing, you have no idea how much this headcanon means to me. Also I imagine that Russell's friends just simply adore him as well (I mean, it was kinda shown in the episode so I'm not pulling that out of my ass entirely). In short: yes, great headcanon. I have a feeling I had something else to say here but I can't remember now :[
okay this just such a natural progression of Penny's story telling prowess, I'm genuinely surprised I never thought of that. Yes, she absolutely does. She could earn money from that, just saying ;)
okay, yes. As a person who loves having others' items even if they aren't in general anything extraordinary I so understand her. For example, I have this part of a pen of one of my classmates' from highschool and I take it everywhere. It's like my lucky charm or sth. Yes, she definitely has her friends' fur (and scales), tbh I do think they would be fairly easy to incorporate into art. Then again, I do think she's that kind of monkey who would never actually end up using those and just store these items until the end of time. I don't blame her. That way she can have her friends with her wherever she goes :)
yes, exactly, this boy is so full of love. Listen, he might not be a genius but when it comes to his friends, and especially when it really matters, he will do anything for them. Especially for his love interest that is Russell. It doesn't matter to him how Russell looks, it wouldn't matter if he suddenly lost or gained 20 kilograms (44 pounds), lost a limb or had 3rd degree burns, what matters is that it is Russell's body. I don't always make him unhealthily obsessive but in my mind he's always at least a bit obsessed over others, though to a more healthy degree. And about the quills part, I can't help but combine it with my headcanon that due to his constant falling and tripping his pain tolerance is above average, and with getting used to those quills? He's basically physically invulnerable
ok, not much to add here from me, I'll talk about Sharukh more later but for now let's just say I'm happy he's not an asshole in your version :>. But Vinnie? Yup, that sounds good. Did you take that italian part from my rambles? Anyway, yes. The thing is, I imagine his mother (yes, he calls her mother) knew at least a bit of English. He and his sister on the other hand were still very young when arriving to America so they learned the language much easier. With Vinnie being younger he assimilated it so easily in fact he's pretty much bilingual. But due to italian being his native tongue he still finds it a bit more natural. That's also the reason why he sometimes messes up words in English, especially if they sound similar. In short: they all learned it and since they live in mostly english-speaking country now they rarely use Italian anyway. But it does rub Vinnie the wrong way when he does. He can, he just won't. But sometimes when he forgets words in English he will stop for a second, recall the word he needs in Italian, translate it to English and then he can continue, like this: "Man, I could really drink some... uh..." "It's latte in Italian. And latte means..." "...milk!" Sorry, I always end up writing more about him than anything else, I don't even know Italian!
ah yes, Vinnie but he's fucking unhinged... so I guess just the regular Vinnie. Nah, I'm just kidding :3, anyway, yes yes and once again YES! He's best at his worst, I tell ya. It's so cool too, because anything else he can be or appear so chill abou. There's a fire nearby? Meh. He broke his arm? Happened before will happen again. But one of his friends leaving him or being in any sort of danger whether real or imaginery? He falls apart. He won't even try to stop the tears or any other reactions because they are just too strong, he couldn't if he tried. He'll cry, beg, rip his hair out, you said it all. And if everything else fails he'll just cling to that person. And that side story is just perfect. Small surgery? Sure, yeah, it's still a damn surgery in a damn hospital. He's going to panic and he's going to panic hard. He might as well be more stressed than Sunil at this point. He doesn't sleep, he just paces around and due to stress is so impulsive he won't stop at anthing. He has that feral energy, as you said, he kicks and screams, plus all that frustration combined with adrenaline just gives him extra strenght that seems impossible in his puny body and yet. That's sheer determination, desperation and instability. I mean, we've seen him when Sunil wasn't in the daycare for just one day, he ripped that thing to shreds. Two times actually. What do you think he'd do in any sort of similar situation but one that would go on longer? He's my little destruction and I love him
she's just like me fr fr. Well, kinda. But that feeling of anxiety by seeing leftover food? Now that's another good trait for a character that makes them seem more deep and that's always good
now this the moment when I talk about Sharukh more. It's so cool to see him being nice and mingling with our beloved seven pets/humans or whatever else. Him being overprotective over Sunil is actually so wholesome to see, you know, especially after how we see him act in his episode and that whole bunch of headcanons back in the day that made Sharukh Sunil's brother and made him basically bully Sunil. That was genuinely disheartening and made me really dislike this headcanon.
(tumblr was giving me some weird errors about word limit in one block so that's why there's this weird break here, I will continue directly from where I ended in a new block then)
[...] But as always I fixate on the Vinnie part. Him calling Vinnie "little buddy" is so fucking cute, it was a long time coming for someone to call him that, am I right? He's so- he's so little nnngh *cries*. But come on, that is just precious. I just imagine the whole group gathering somewhere one day and as soon as Sharukh comes he's like "Hi guys, and hello to you, little buddy." Just juust aaaaa *cries again*. See, Sharukh can be nice and even manly! I like him like that. AND Vinnie looking up to him (literally pfpfpf)? Great, just great headcanon overall
Ahh, that was satisfying, but then again when talking about lps isn't? Yeah lmao, I would love to have even more too but I guess that is enough for one post (I mean, it literally told me I reached some word limit). Not enough in general though :D. I'm always up to see more of your thoughts or headcanons, please, you have no idea how happy they make me, I really want to see more. I won't force you to do anything, but also please, please when you're in the mood and have time and want to, send more, they make me so happy. I don't care how long or short the ask is, I want as much as possible.
Alright, that's an actually interesting take, especially since based on all those human-like actions I thought you were talking about them as if they were humans. Nothing wrong with seeing them still as pets just more human-like! In fact, one of the reasons why I primaly imagine them as people is because they can do more like this, but the way you describe it allows that too so I can't complain. Yes, yes it does make sense, don't worry.
I have already talked about Sharukh but as finishing thoughts I'll add this: as long as he's not an asshole I'm happy to see him too. Plus, he calls Vinnie "little buddy", you have already won me over with that because that is just so cute. Not to mention that it also balances the girls-boys ratio. And he's tall! How could you not like him like that! Maybe I do want to kiss him.
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Sat 21 jan 2023 04:48am journal
life is a weird one. I’m on a toilet high as shit and I have work at like 8am. I just saw a hand wash with the slogan 3 hour protection and I think that’s what I need right now. I feel anxious for some reason. I can feel it. I’m doing breathing exercises now. That was a really long minute. It’s only 4:50am. I feel like I’ve been here forever fucking hell lmaooo. I have Beyoncé playing in my head that cuff it remix. It’s good song to be fair. This shit is just so real man. There’s times when I can’t live with myself and when I want to go away. I miss honey and that’s the honest truth. sometimes I just wish you cared but you don’t and this may be so embarrassing for me when I wake up or whatevrrr when I’m sobering up but it needs to be said because it’s the truth. I think I’m having a breakdown in real time or at least a good fucking cry. I need to see some good days man. Life is hard for the kid rn I can’t lie. These last two weeks have been difficult. The early morning wake ups. Reminds me of that Kendrick and sampha song Father Time. Which is so interesting because time just seems to keep moving slow. I think I’m tired. Cause I keep struggling to find words to say. I feel like this a cosmically funny moment. I don’t know if this is an ego death either. But I must admit I’m changing and I guess I’m just having a hard time accepting that as something that’s part of life. Sometimes I wish I could just be younger again. Not having to worry so much about things but that’s not life man. Life is gonna take you on these journeys and you just have to be ready to enjoy the ride I guess. I’m still in/on this toilet. This is gonna be a long trip man. Metaphorically and literally. God willing the latter is more favourable than the present moment. It’s a feeling of somber I’d say. It’s quite comforting listening to myself type. You learn a lot about yourself when you sit and breathe. You learn what type of man you are. But that also comes in high pressure situations too. Sometimes I feel lost. Like I don’t know if what I’m doing is right. I feel like I have to get things right. Omg this is self therapy. Whew. Let’s try not to cry. I feel lost though man. I go to drama school for crying out loud and yesterday I thought to myself “is acting for me?” and I sit here at 05055am make that 06 now thinking the same thought. There’s just so much that goes into this industry and it’s scaring. I feel drama school has shaped me in a way. There’s just things I didn’t ever see myself doing that I’ve done and it’s just so weird. I really have to ride this high out. There’s just a part of me thats aware now. It’s like as you grow older you get this new sense of awareness about life and how to handle it but I think that’s scary. I need some motivation again. Life feels a bit dark these days. I don’t see much sun and the coldness of London’s bite is enough to put me off life in a way. I genuinely do not know what life is right now. I just so high rn. You have to be here to see it thru my boy. See it thru my boy. Life is so cringe inducing but fuck man someone needs to live it. I don’t wanna feel what I just felt. I really love my mum. I can’t lie I love the woman to bits. She’s had such a hard time and I just want to make her proud and actually let her know that I love her dearly as much as she annoys me when she sends me at impromptu times. I hate when she does that but other than that’s that’s my mum. My mother. Mama. My heart is broken. She paid £75 to get my teeth cleaned and shit like she didn’t have to do that but she did. She’s a mother man. I don’t think ive deeped how much you’ve done in life. I’m proud of you. You may have opinions that a strictly your own but you are my mother and I do love you. It’s currently 5:24am and I’m still not that good. I feel my heart is broke. I need to talk to someone. I want to talk to God. I’ll be right back. Sign out time : 05:26am
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Oᖴᗰᗪ ᗷᒪᗩᑕKᗷᗴᗩᖇᗪ ᗩᒪᑭᕼᗩᗷᗴT
Decided to do one of these & modified some alphabet templates I’ve seen
Not all, but some letters are NSFW
I’m thinking of a male S/O but I’ll try to keep it gender neutral
This is before Stede/ an alternative timeline where he and Stede never got together
Affection
Of course! He’s spent so long w/o a purpose, now that he has a partner he want to spend his life with, you’re gonna know just how thankful he is for you! He’s not naturally a heavy PDA person, but he does more casual things like hugs, pecks, and kissing the top of your head w/o really caring about the crew seeing
Body Part (yours and theirs)
His: tattoos
It’s taken a long time to get them all and they have a lot of meaning for him. They added to his intimidation when he was younger and now they’re a symbol of all the pain he’s survived: emotional and physical
Yours: chest
Regardless of gender, he thinks your chest is the most comfortable place to lay his head, bonus points bc he can hear your heart beat, so he knows your safe
Cuddles
Not in front of others, but when you’re alone & having downtime, he’s all for it. Curling up in bed, face in your neck while you talk. He’s ok with being the big spoon, but prefers the little spoon, either way he faces towards you with his hands around your waist. If someone walks into the room he won’t pull away unless they don’t leave soon.
He also likes when you come sit on his lap in a chair and vice versa. He’ll just melt if you play with his hair and read to him.
On nights when the weather is good, you’ll lay in each others arms on deck, not caring if the crew sees
Dirty Secret
He gets kind of turned on when you teach him something new. Just confidently knowing what you’re doing in an area he’s unfamiliar with is attractive, though he feels a bit embarrassed. thinks being a captain means he should be in charge & teaching others.
Experience
Are you kidding? He’s Captain Blackbeard! Many people want a piece of him and before you, he was happy to provide. Can and will probably show you things you’ve never even heard of
Flirting
Doesn’t play hard to get at all, very friendly and touchy. Nothing too big until you’re dating: shoulder squeezes/holds, hugs, and when teaching you how to do something he takes every opportunity to touch you, even if it’s not necessary. When it gets to actual romantic moments, he is a little quieter, but more genuine with his feelings while still keeping a light tone
Gentle (emotional and physical)
Emotional: Hell yeah! he’ll anything & everything to meet your needs, but if he can’t get you something Ed finds the next best thing
Physical: in the beginning & in quiet moments/first times yes, but mostly rough afterwards. He just gets so excited and turned on he can’t help it. King of aftercare tho
Hand Holding
Yeah he’s good with it! You’re not gonna do it all day or most of it, but he’ll come by and do a quick squeeze of ur hand or hold it if ur anxious telling him something. He also likes to hold hands a bit during and after sex
Injury
Patches you up and makes sure you’re ok, if he hasn’t already he sends someone to kill or punish the person who did it depending on how bad you got hurt. Sit by ur bed until u’re conscious and checks in on u every couple hours until you can move around again.
Jealousy
Unless you’re showing interest back, he doesn’t mind. He loves you & thinks ur awesome so of course other ppl will too! He does get jealous of things that take your time away from him, only bc he misses you
Kink they like
Light bondage; nothing to extreme but someone’s hands tied up & a blindfold does wonders for him
Love Yous
First: I feel like he’d want you to say it first, but gets impatient and/or blurts it out before you have the chance
How Often: at least once a day. A good night love you is a nightly occurrence, usually a morning one if you wake up at similar times. If u impress him or if you’re gonna be separated for more than a couple hours -a day he’s going to say it then as well
Multiple Relationships
I feel like Ed would want an exclusive relationship, but every now and then he’d be down for a threesome with a random person if you’re both attracted to them. As long as neither of you have feelings or genuine attachments to the person, and you hook up with them together, he’ll have a good time. NEVER someone you guys have a decent chance of seeing again, bc then he gets awkward due to him thinking that that person will be awkward & the whole interaction is uncomfortable.
Nickname
He’ll typically call you your name, or a shortened version of it, but occasionally he’ll throw in a “babe” or “hon/honey”
He also calls most ppl mate so expect that
Oddity
Just that he’s VERY different than how most people expect him to be
Position
Whoever is receiving sits on a table w/ the other person restraining their hands & standing
Quiet
In downtimes u guys are cuddled together in the captain’s quarters or doing independent task in the same room
Risk (how experimental they are)
He’s down for almost anything baby! Just no feces or piss
Fr he’s probably the one wanting to try more things
Stamina
He’s gonna want to do multiple rounds when you two get in the mood. I’d say a normal amount for him is 2-3, but if he’s experiencing a strong emotion that day it goes up to 4-6, provided with some 5-10 minute breaks when needed
Turn Offs
Ppl who don’t let him express his emotions cough Izzy cough or when a person has a genuinely negative view on most things. I’m not talking about sarcasm, he’s ok with that, I’m talking about ppl who scoff and make fun of things that others around them get excited for constantly. The type of person who sees a group laughing and having a good time and actively tries to bring down the mood.
He wants to have a good time in life and just can’t find ppl who spend their time ruining that attractive
Unfair (do they tease/are they selfish)
He doesn’t tease unless you ask for that kind of thing, and even then it’s only a bit before he feels bad. He wants all parties involved in sex to have a great time and I don’t see him making fun of a partner for neediness, in fact, I think he’d love to see how much you want him and would eagerly oblige. MAYBE light hearted off hand comments when you pass by each other walking on the ship
Volume
He starts off trying to muffle moans and stay quiet, but he ends up enjoying himself and throws any restraint overboard. Ppl on passing ships can probably hear him. The crew knows every single time you have sex and have begrudgingly learned to just ignore it. Lucius will still make small comments hinting at him to stfu without actually saying it
Warrior (would they fight for you?)
Obviously
When Ed loves you, he loves you with every fiber of his being and will gladly take a stab to the gut in order to save you or defend you
X-ray (how well can they read you)
I think when Ed truest loves something or someone he does his best to learn all about them. He knows every tell you have, every emotional shift, sometimes istg it feels like he knows your thoughts before you do
Yearning (how much they miss you)
He’s riddled with separation anxiety and constantly thinks of you when you’re away
Even if it’s only for a few hours
His mood perks up when you reunite and dips when you leave
Zealous
He’s not gonna ask every second of the day, but if you offer sex he’ll say yes 9/10 times. The time he says no is when there is something EXTREMELY important he needs to do. Like only life or death situations
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this is a netflix & chill drabble <3
SUMMARY You’re too bright, too… there. His shell is too small.
WARNINGS sadness, vulnerabilities, insecurity, self confidence issues, an idea of “feeling ugly”, tw // mental breakdowns and feelings of regression, crying, jk doesn’t want anyone near, oc tries her best to comfort him
RATING e for everyone
WC 1.2k
NOTES i love the idea of jk being the perfect man, but I also want to show moments where he isn’t so perfect and where he’s not the mature man oc thinks he is… I love my boy so much 😭😭 also it’s 1am helloooooo ALSO it’s formatted ugly bc I’m posting this from my phone 😀 I’ll fix it tmrw promise
Jungkook hates to admit it, but some days are harder than others.
Some days, Jungkook wakes up with an uncomfortably stifling feeling in his chest, one that threatens to wiggle its way into the loneliest parts of his heart and find permanent residency. A drowsy one, makes him linger in bed well past his preferred wake up time, the blackout curtains in his room ensheathing him in a sea of darkness that his heart is adamant on replicating. But it’s worse than drowning, because his lungs are clear; it’s just that he doesn’t have the strength, the willpower to force another breath— he just wants to lay there and do nothing.
“Good morning,” he hears from beside him, and a different weight presses against his side. You’re warm in the morning, soft too. He likes how you feel, he always does. But not today. Today, he doesn’t know how he feels about the overwhelming presence at his side. You’re too bright, too… there. His shell is too small. “You sleep okay?”
Jungkook doesn’t answer. The words don’t catch in his throat, but in the recesses of his mind instead, overlapping and overflowing until it feels like tv static, fuzzy and blurry— confusing. You shift beside him, and his heart kicks up an anxious rhythm. It’s not the normal butterflies that beat their wings against the walls of his rib cage when you smile, nor is it the thundering gallops of a dozen horses when you touch him just so. It’s this nauseating, terrified feeling, one that screams at him to answer lest he upset you with his silence.
There’s a hand on his chest, and he doesn’t like how it feels right now, just another suffocating layer to add on, but even worse he doesn’t know how to tell you that.
Luckily, he doesn’t have to. It slinks away, but that warning bell in his head is going off anyway, makes him look over at you in panic, only to find you propped up on your elbow, inquisitive eyes focused on him. Your features are still soft, and Jungkook is pretty sure there’s traces of last night’s makeup clinging to your lash line. You’re so pretty— you always are. Jungkook can’t handle this right now. You’re too pretty, and Jungkook feels ugly. (Ah, so that was the feeling.) You can’t look at Jungkook when he’s ugly, you won’t want Jungkook when he’s ugly.
“Hey,” you say softly, gently. Jungkook’s heart aches. A pair of fingers brush along his cheekbones, drag through the wetness that escapes the corners of his eyes, trails down toward his ears—when had he started crying?—where you delicately tuck his hair back. “I’m gonna get started on breakfast,” you tell him, voice hushed, whispering. Jungkook is hanging onto every single word, feels like you’ll disintegrate before his very eyes if he isn’t careful. You can probably tell. “You don’t have to eat right now, but it’ll be down there if you want, okay?”
You move to get off the bed, scooting away from him, leaving him behind. He’s fine with it until he isn't, until your hand touches the door knob to his room and a shameful sniffle escapes him. Loud too, loud enough to make you turn back in surprise. And that alarmed look on your face is enough to make Jungkook want to hide, hurriedly rolling over onto his stomach, burying his face into his pillow, arms clutching at the softness as he cries. You hurry back. He doesn’t want you to leave, but he doesn’t want you to see either. He doesn’t know what he wants.
“No,” he begs, turning the other way when your face comes up beside him, kneeling beside his side of the bed. “Don’t look at me— please.”
There’s a hand on his back, and Jungkook hates how much he loves it, hates how much he instinctively yearns to find comfort in you at a time like this. He was getting better, he’s been getting better. He swears he has; he has journals full of feelings to prove it, vulnerable text message threads with Namjoon to prove it.
But he won’t lie. The Valentine’s Day incident had left a bad taste in Jungkook’s mind, and these past few months have been hard. He feels like he’s regressing, like he’s back to being a teenager all over again. By itself, that knowledge sucks. Combined with the warm palm on his back and the loving voice calling his name— combined with the fact you've been watching Jungkook these past few months each and every time he’s woken up like this… it’s humiliating. “Don’t look,” he chokes out, each drag of your fingers through his hair sending a confused pang of emotions straight to his heart.
“Why can’t I look?” you ask quietly, toying with the strands of his hair. He sniffles. “What would I see?”
“Me,” Jungkook sobs, wishing the mattress would just up and swallow him.
You’re silent, a fact that Jungkook wishes he could appreciate had it not made the sounds of his anguish even more obvious. It makes him self-conscious, more than he already is, so he forces himself to quiet down. It doesn’t feel better, but it does let him hear your next words. “I like looking at you,” you tell him, and the bed dips down beside him. After a moment, you speak again. “Do you feel ugly today?”
Careful, calculated. Like he’s a ticking bomb and you don’t want him to blow. Briefly, he had explained it before, skirted around it in embarrassment as he talked about the way he felt. It had been months ago— maybe the weekend after Valentine’s —so he’s surprised you remember. Jungkook nods.
“Then I’ll wait,” you announce, and eventually he feels you settle in beside him. His head is still turned the other way, hiding shamefully, but he can feel your warm breath against his skin when you slowly cuddle in close. An arm wraps itself around his back. He doesn’t mind it this time— he just wants to be held now. “I’ll wait until you feel pretty again.”
Part of Jungkook wants to snap at you; he doesn’t want to feel pretty, he’s never felt pretty. Jungkook felt average at best, and on days where you stroked his ego, maybe even handsome. But pretty? That’s not something that’ll ever happen, and he doesn’t want you to waste your hopes on a possibility that does not exist.
But that’s mean, and he doesn’t want to chase you away, scare you away, even if he doesn’t want you to see him like this. So Jungkook shuts his mouth, stays still, tries to match the soft rise and fall of your chest against his side instead.
Some days he’s fine in a few minutes without a single tear shed. Other days are long. Other days are so painful and uncomfortable, he just wants to hide. He wants to climb into his shell and never come out, hide his ugliness from the world and never have to worry about being seen again.
You don’t lie to him, don’t feed him empty promises while you wait. You just lay silently at his side, pulling him closer when his sniffles get louder. You don’t say anything unnecessary and you never make it about yourself.
Lately his shell has grown bigger, wider, comfier. Big enough for someone else to squeeze in, hold him close when he doesn’t feel like himself.
He doesn’t hate it.
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Who the Real Wolves Are. part 5
Azriel x reader
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When I wake in the morning, I turn to find Azriel still sleeping next to me. It’s early enough to still be dark out; even Cassian is sleeping at this hour. I notice I’m wearing one of Azriel’s shirts that are far too big for me and smile. Scooting closer to him, I drape an arm and leg over his body, soaking in his warmth, and fall back asleep.
When I wake again, he isn’t beside me, but the bed is still warm, and I can hear the water running in the bathroom. The water turns off, and a slight splashing sounds as Azriel climbs into the tub. Suddenly heat pools between my legs at the thought of Azriel naked only a few feet away. I close my legs, rubbing my thighs together, and don’t let myself think about the idea I got as I quickly stand and walk into the bathroom. Azriel looks up, and just as quickly as the confidence had come, it disappears. But I’m already in here, the closed-door at my back. 
“Good morning,” Az says, morning voice still gravelly.
 It makes my core heat, and I know he knows as he suddenly sniffs the air between us, “Can I join you,” I take a few steps forward. He doesn’t say anything, so I slip out of my panties. “I won’t look. Promise,” I say, stepping into the tub. As I lower myself into the water, I slowly lift the shirt so that it doesn’t touch the water. His eyes never leave mine, though. Just as my ribs hit the water, I slip one arm from the shirt and use it to cover my breasts as I pull it the rest of the way off and throw it to the side.
We’re seated across from one another. Azriel with his legs out in front of him, feet on either side of my butt. And me with my knees pulled up to my chest, forearms resting across them. He still hasn’t said anything. I bite my lip nervously, regretting this when he says, “don’t do that.”
I look back at him, confused, “do what?”
“Bite your lip like that.”
Azriel’s pov
As inconspicuously as possible, I move my hands to cover my groin. Not because I’m embarrassed, I just don’t need her seeing how easily she made me hard. My cock is aching to feel her and has ever since she walked into this bathroom smelling the way she did. Wanting. It’s not as bad as last night, though. I love you, she had said. As if anything could have made me harder. The second the words left her lips, my heart stopped beating, and blood rushed to my cock. When I turned around, though, she was already asleep. And now here she is naked in the bath across from me, biting her lip. If only it were my teeth tugging that lip. 
One of her legs gently pushed away from her body and ran along my own leg, “you seem tense. If you want I could give you a massage. She pushed up to her knees and moved closer to me. Before she could get too much closer, I stood as fast as I could and grabbed the towel from the rack, wrapping it around my waist.
“You probably shouldn’t. I have to work, so I’ll see you later.”
Y/N pov
He just left. Maybe he doesn’t want to have sex with me. Maybe he isn’t aroused by me. I honestly hoped that was it because that was better than him running away because of what I said last night. It was better than him not loving me.
*
The rest of the morning Azriel studiously avoids me, and when we end up in the same room he avoids my gaze. Quickly anxious thoughts fill my mind. My stomach churns, and for the rest of the day, I feel as though I need to empty my stomach. When I end up in Feyre’s painting room with Mor draped on a lounge talking about a female she bedded last night, I can’t help but blurt out my inner thoughts.
“Azriel doesn’t want to have sex with me,” I cringe. The words come out quickly and louder than I intended. “Or he might not be in love with me at all. I don’t really know; I told him I love him, but-” I ramble until Mor cuts me off.
“You told him you love him?” By now, Feyre’s put her brush down, and both females are facing me. “Did he say it back?”
I start shaking my head slowly, “I fell asleep.”
“You haven’t talked to him?” Feyre asks.
“I tried to do something this morning. I don’t know. I just joined him in the tub, hoping we could do something, ya know? But he left pretty quickly, and he hasn’t mentioned lat night.”
Mor and Feyre glance at one another, “Just talk to him,” Feyre suggests.
“Yeah. be really upfront about it.”
*
I didn’t even need to finish my sentence before Feyre agreed to fly me up to the house of wind. She left me on the balcony with instructions to the training room before returning to her painting. I paced the halls before I even got the courage to go to the training rooms. When I did, though, I was more confident than I wished I’d been. I walked straight in and shouted, “Do you love me?”  as soon as I met Azriel's eyes across the room. 
A slight cough sounded to my left. I turned to see Cassian, but a second later, he and Rhys shuffled out of the room. My cheeks turned red, and Azriel moved to stand. He looked a little startled when I asked, but now his expression was carefully blank. 
“If you don’t, that's okay. I just can’t stand not knowing,” I mumble, looking down.
He lifts my chin with a finger and looks straight into my eyes, “how could you ever think I didn’t love you?” he says, “I’ve always loved you.”
My heart like it skips 3 beats, “Always?”
“Always. Well, since I met you anyways.”
“Oh.” 
“Oh?”
“I just don’t understand. You love me. But you don’t want to have sex with me,” I said questioningly. 
He releases a huff of laughter, “Is that what this is about? This morning?”
“You’ve been avoiding me since last night.”
“Last night? You mean when you drunkenly told me you love me and passed about before I could even turn around?”
Another blush rises to my cheeks, “I didn’t feel drunk when I said it. And just because I was doesn’t mean I didn’t mean it.”
A grin spreads across his cheeks, “so you love me then?”
“Of course I love you, Az. But you still haven’t told me why you don’t want to have sex with me.”
Somehow his grin widens even more, “You were grieving, and last night you were also drunk, then this morning I wasn’t sure you still weren’t, and I wasn’t sure you loved me. I wanted to wait until you loved me. But none of that is any reason not to have sex now.”
I redden more, taking a step back, “not here,” I whisper out.
“No?”
This really isn’t how I imagined it would be. Not here.”
“But a bathroom at 7 am is how you imagined it?” he smirks.
“That was different,” he raises his eyebrows in question, “I just had an urge then.”
His eyes sparkled with delight at that, “And right now you don't have the feral urge to pounce on me?” he asks with that insufferable smirk.
I let my eyes glance over his sweaty muscled body for only a second before backing away, resisting the urge to let him take me now, “I’ll see you at dinner tonight,” I open the door at my back now, “and then I hope to see a lot more of you after that,” I step out the door, leaving it slightly jarred behind me. 
His laughter sounds as I walk back down the hall, “smooth,” I hear him say in the distance. 
*
After Rhys drops me off at the River house, I head straight inside and up to the bedroom. I spend the better part of the afternoon bathing in lavender and doing my hair. When I dress, I slip on some of the blue lacey underthings Feyre made me buy before stepping into a short white dress. I paint my face with some light makeup and walk downstairs. Dinner isn’t ready, so I walk into the sitting room where Rhys is watching Nyx. Carefully, I sit on the floor to play with him. Minutes later, when Azriel walks in, Nyx is in my lap, squishing my cheeks together. Azriel stops in the doorway, looking at me, “what,” I ask.
“Nothing. You just look really beautiful, is all,” he says, before panicking slightly and adding in a rush, “not that you don’t always look beautiful. Because you do.”
I laugh quietly, turning back to Nyx, babbling in my lap. “Dinner’s ready,” Feyre calls from the dining room. I lift Nyx up to Rhys, letting him flip the giggling child over his shoulder to dangle down behind his back.
Azriel helps me to my feet and walks by my side into the dining room. As soon as the food was served, Azriel placed a hand on my thigh, running a finger in circles. I sipped wine, trying to ignore him, but slowly the circles rose, and Azriel's fingers were above the hem of my dress. When he did finally stop, it was only to spread his palm over my thighs and squeeze, slipping his fingers between them, inching them apart. I tried bearing the teasing, but when Azriel’s fingers grazed my clit I had to snap my legs shut and pry his fingers away. 
He kept to himself for the remainder of dinner, thankfully. But as soon as the plates were clearing away, he found any and every excuse to touch me. He hardly said anything, only shooting me devious smirks. After a few more minutes, we quietly excused ourselves, but I’m sure everyone knew what was going on anyways. 
As soon as we turned out of view of the others, Azriel turned me around and started kissing me as he walked us to the bedroom. His lips were soft, and his tongue was harsh as he kissed me. Pushing me against the door, he fumbled for the handle. When the door was finally pushed open, his hands instead found my hips, and his lips started kissing down my neck as he pushed me back against the door, letting it slam shut. 
Azriel's hands started sliding from my hips back toward my hips, but then he stopped, pulling back altogether, “If you’re not ready, that’s okay. We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to,” he said.
“Oh, I definitely want to,” I reply, pushing him back onto the bed. A look of shock passes over his face, but he lets me climb on top of him. I sit on his thighs, leaning my hands on his chest to run his shirt up. It takes a moment to maneuver it around his wings, but once it's off, I run hands over his abs. Not wanting to leave even a little but untouched. He groans slightly, as I run a finger over one of his nipples. I smirk and lean forward to place a kiss on the peaked nipple. He groans louder now. It’s a deep low noise, and it is wonderful, “I take it back,” I say, looking up to him. 
“What?” he asks, confused. 
“I take back what I said about your laugh being the most beautiful noise I’ve ever heard. That noise. That’s the most beautiful noise I’ve ever heard.
His lips find mine again, and I’m swept away into oblivion. Gripping my thighs, Azriel pulls me up to it on his lower abdomen. His hands find their way to my ass and squeeze gently. I spend many minutes kissing his neck, marking him wherever I can. Then he starts pulling me further up his body, and I gasp as I’m pulled to sit directly above his face. Azriel just gives me a wicked grin before disappearing below my dress.
He drags a finger over my slit before pulling the fabric of my patines gently to the side. His tongue darts out to lick between my folds. I start collapsing forward and have to grip the headboard just to keep myself up. Azriel chuckles below me, and my legs start shaking, and I let a moan out at the feeling it sends to my core. He sucks my clit into his mouth and works magic with his tongue. I feel myself climbing toward an edge I’ve only ever found with my fingers and clench around nothing. Just as I’m about to release, however, Azriel pulls back. Then suddenly, he’s pushing me down his body and flipping us over and, in the blink of an eye, I’m laying where he had just been, and he’s kneeling above me, face wet with my juices.
“You taste absolutely divine,” he says, voice low. Then his hands are under my dress, and he’s dragging it up and over my head. After tossing it to the ground, he turns back to me, and his eyes darken as he finally gets a look at me in the lingerie. He traces the lace over my breasts before pulling a strap down slightly to suck a nipple into his mouth. I moan loud, wrapping my legs around his waist. 
His lips move up to my neck. He kisses roughly and bites gently. I’m a moaning mess beneath him, begging for more. “Please, Azriel. I need you,” I whine. 
Pulling back, finally, he removes the bra and starts tugging the panties down my legs. My legs lift straight into the air as he pulls them off my ankles, but instead of letting my legs fall, he pulls them to his shoulders. Looking me in the eyes, he starts unbuckling his pants. That’s where my gaze rests until he says, “If you wanna stop. At any point at all. Just say so, and I’ll stop. Promise.” I nod in response, still looking at his eyes when he pulls his pants and underwear down in one swift motion. 
He leans forward, pushing my legs to my chest as he pulls his pants off his legs. He lets my right leg fall from his shoulder and wrap around his waist instead, but still holds my other leg. My hands roam his chest, and my lips press to his, silently asking him to continue. I lick the seam of his lips, and a second later, his tongue darts from his mouth into mine. 
He presses meg closer to my chest and lines his cock up with my entrance. Nudging at my wetness, he groans and begins pushing in. Finally, I look down at the massive size of him. There’s no way that’ll fit, I think, but Azriel continues and slowly pushes into me.
My head falls back against the pillows, and I whimper. “Fuck! You’re wet,” Az groans. He continues pushing his cock into me and lowers my other leg to lean forward all the way. I clench my walls around him as he enters entirely. We both moan at the tight feeling. Azriel rests his hands on either side of my head and pulls out slightly before pushing himself back in. Tears stream down my face, but after a few more minutes of his gentle thrusts, the pain has practically gone, and all that is left is pleasure. 
I grip his shoulders and press my face into his neck, “faster Azriel. Please, faster,” I moan. Az obliges immediately and picks up the pace. He grips my hips and roughly thrust in and out. It only takes a minute before I cum around his cock, a screaming moan escaping my throat. Seconds later, Azriel follows, looking into my eyes he cums in me, moaning, “y/n.”
A moment later, he’s pulling out and watching his sticky white cum pool out of me. He bites his lip, obviously getting aroused by the sight, before standing and walking to the bathroom. He returns with a warm cloth in his hand and cleans the both of us up. 
When he’s done and laying by my side, he pulls me close, “are you going to say something,” he asks, “or just lay here silently, making me wonder if you hated it.”
I laugh slightly, tucking myself into the side of his body, “I definitely didn’t hate it. It was wonderful, Az. Thank you.”
“Happy to oblige,” he murmurs, kissing the top of my head just before we both fall asleep.
The next part will be the last and is just a list of headcanons I have for their future together. I didn’t want to make this story a long one
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TomTom the Minotaur, Pt. 1
Minotaur man with human woman, vaginal fingering
When attempting to traverse an eldritch forest hell bent on leading you astray, it's vital to hire a guide with an excellent sense of direction. It's less vital that he be charming and sexy, but it sure helps pass the time.
“Worth every penny.” That's what his reviews say.
Seeing him in person, I feel less anxious about the journey ahead. Tall and broad, his skin a gorgeous dark brown speckled over in white freckles like stars, horns gleaming and wickedly curved and broad as his shoulders. He'd be intimidating if it wasn't for the kindness of his face. He's damn handsome, but that's not why I hired him. Well, not the only reason.
His mouth curves in an easy smile as I approach. He looks down at me as he finishes rolling the sleeves of his plaid button-down up, revealing the sculpted muscles of his massive forearms. “You must be Stella.”
I shake his hand, my own completely swallowed in his, though his grip is gentle and warm. “Yes, and you're Tom?”
“Yes, ma'am. Your email said this is your first time crossing the Briarwood?” he asks, friendly brown eyes crinkled at the corners in polite curiosity.
“It is, and I'm pretty nervous about it actually.” I admit.
“Understandable, it's a very disorienting place, especially for humans. I'll get you through it, don't you worry. My family has been guiding people through for generations, I practically grew up in there. I've never lost a traveler.”
His confidence is earned; he's legendary even among guides and has the rating to prove it on NaviGate. His services have the price tag to match. Too many people try to cross on their own, or turn to disreputable-but-cheap “guides” who most likely ditch their charges and pocket the money. Disappearances are commonplace. I don't want that to be me.
“I'm counting on your reputation's accuracy, TomTom.” I smirk.
“Are they still calling me that?” he grimaces, one hand rubbing the back of his neck(and putting his glorious biceps on display). “Embarrassing nicknames aside, I don't want you to worry. I'm taking you the safest way though the woods. It's the slowest route, but we won't run into trouble. Should be very boring.”
“Boring is good! I've got all my gear,” I gesture with my head to the large camping backpack I'm sporting. “I'm trying to just think of it as a long camping trip.”
“That's good, that's basically what it is. We're not getting anywhere near any settlements or dens in there, we shouldn't see anyone else the whole time. I hope you brought something to keep you entertained.”
“I've got a bunch of digital books and podcasts downloaded, and a solar battery. And a couple print books.”
“Good call, sometimes the sun doesn't break through the canopy for a few days.” Tom hefts his own massive pack onto his back, hooking his thumbs into the straps. “Shall we?”
I follow him as we take our first steps onto the trailhead that, with his help, should deliver me safely through the Briarwoods, one month from now.
“I kinda expected it to be more...creepy in here.” I say.
Tom chuckles. “Yeah, I hear that a lot. I think it would actually be less sinister if it did look more creepy and dark and gloomy. It's not just that the path shifts and changes, it's that the forest tries to distract you as well as disorient. Like...look up ahead there.”
He points off to the left, up along the trail, to a meadow of golden grass waving in a gentle breeze. The edges of the meadow disappear into a grove of quaking aspen trees, leaves shimmering like golden coins as they catch the light. Suddenly, the whisper of wings reaches me as hundreds of iridescent green butterflies rise from the meadow in a dazzling display of color.
“...Wow.” I breathe.
“Yeah. It's pretty. And absolutely a trap. You set one foot in there, you'll be asleep in seconds.”
I peek into the grass as we pass the meadow, making sure to keep my feet well within the trail. I see bones poking out of the dark earth, and a sunbleached skull staring eyeless at the sky. With a shudder, I turn back to Tom.
The first week of our journey is pretty straightforward. He points out the forest's traps and lures to me. After one incident where I nearly wandered off, following some windswept notes of birdsong(“That wasn't a bird...” he warns), Tom takes to holding my hand as we walk through particularly dangerous stretches of the trail. I certainly don't mind. At night he sleeps in front of the entrance to our shared tent, to keep me from wandering off without waking him. When it happens, he turns me back to my sleeping bag and gently hushes me until I lay back down and sleep. And then teases me mercilessly in the morning.
“If you're so keen on a night stroll, just wake me up, I'd be happy to keep you company.” he winks.
“It's not my fault! It's the damn sirens!” I laugh.
“They're not really sirens.” Tom says. “It's just the forest trying to trick you.”
We're sharing a meal during a lunch rest in a rather lovely spot next to a river. The sun has actually made an appearance today, so I have my solar charger out.
“What's the scariest thing you've ever encountered in the forest?” I ask.
Tom is very still for a while, brow furrowed as he considers his answer. “I think...the scariest times are when the forest has gotten to know you, and it knows what you're afraid of, and it uses that against you.”
He says this very quietly, with the manner of someone who speaks from experience. I don't pry further.
The river is safe, he says, and clear. We take the opportunity to wash clothes and refill canteens.
“Do we have to get back on the trail, or can I wash? I feel pretty grimy...”
“You set the pace, Stella, I'm just here to keep you out of trouble.” he grins. “I wouldn't mind getting clean either. You go ahead first, I'll keep my back to the water, and you just keep talking to me so I know you're alright.”
“Such a gentleman, respecting my modesty.” I tease. I peel off my trail clothes from that morning and give them a quick wash, hanging them up to dry on the line with the other clothes, while I chat with Tom's back. The water is cold and bracing, but invigorating.
“It'll be a few days before we come across another safe water source.” Tom says. “There's a spring we should run into tomorrow but you can absolutely not touch it.”
I drag my nails through my hair, raking the dirt and debris out of it before rinsing it in the river. “Is it cursed? Haunted?”
“It's a mouth.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
I dry off with the superabsorbent camping towel I bought for this trip, slip on my pajama shorts and a tshirt, and join Tom where he sits on a log. “Your turn!”
Tom stands and steps back over the log toward the river. I keep my back to him as he strips off his shirt, but my curiosity gets the better of me and I glance back over my shoulder. He bends down to take off his boots, and I take in the sight of his impressive backside straining the seams of his jeans. I'm lost in daydreams when he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of the jeans and pushes them down around his hips, taking his briefs with them. The lines of muscle in his back, the play of light and shadow over the planes and curves of his body are stunning. He bends down to remove the clothes and catches me staring, doing a double-take at my expression.
“Hey, what about my modesty?” he asks with a cheeky grin, one eyebrow lifted in challenge.
I whip my head back around, cheeks burning. “I'm sorry, that was...so inappropriate of me!”
He laughs, voice like warm caramel. “Minotaurs bathe communally, I'm not shy.”
I keep my eyes focused on my shoes. “I went to a minotaur-owned bathhouse in Alberta with my mom once.”
I cringe. Why did I feel the need to say that?
“Yeah? What did you think?” he asks.
“It was nice, I really loved the olive oil soaps.”
“I have some in my pack, can you fish one out for me?”
My mind short-circuits for a second. I dig through the pockets of Tom's pack until I find one of the small bars. When I turn to face Tom, my mouth goes dry.
He's standing hip-deep in the river, sunlight reflecting off the water and making his rich sable coat glisten. His head is tipped back, arms up as he arches his back, and it's obvious he's putting on a show for me. So I indulge myself, and let my eyes trail over his biceps, his horns, the thick corded muscles of his neck, rivulets of water dripping down his body. The firm planes of his abs ripple under the smooth skin that replaces the coat of his shoulders and back. Those white starry freckles splash here, too, and I follow their trail down to a thicker nest of hair where his hips meet the water.
When I manage to drag my eyes back up to his face, he's watching me with amusement.
“I love the way your skin pinks like that when you're embarrassed.” his voice is a deep rumble. He tips his head down to look at me, the gold rings in his ears and nose sparkling at me. “Or...maybe you're turned on, not embarrassed at all.”
Feeling bold, I wade into the river, not caring that my shorts and tee are now soaked and clinging to my skin. From the way Tom is staring, he doesn't care either. I hold out the soap.
“Did you need this?”
“Thanks.” he plucks the soap from my hand, lathers it up, and begins working the suds over his chest, never breaking eye contact. “Your clothes are all wet, Stella. You should hang them up to dry.”
I consider the implications for a moment, before deliberately turning away and wading back to the shore, acutely aware of my clothes clinging to the curves of my ass, my breasts. I peel them off, bending at the waist with my ass directed Tom's way, and I'm rewarded with his deep rumble of approval. Straightening, I wring the clothes out and hang them on the line, glancing over my shoulder at Tom. He's washing his arms, flexing them more than is strictly necessary.
In for a penny, in for a pound...
I wade back out to him and hold my hand out for the soap. “Looks like you could use a hand?”
The smile he graces me with is wickedness incarnate. “Obliged, ma'am.”
I lather up the soap in my hands and move around him to his back, running my hands up along his spine and fanning them out over his shoulders, as high as I can reach. He makes a pleased sound, deep in his chest, as I massage the soap into his shoulders, where his coat is thicker. I use my nails to rake the soap through, gratified as his head tips back and he moans. Moving on, I scrub down his back, appreciating how hard his muscles feel under my hands. I palm his firm ass and he laughs over his shoulder at me.
“Enjoying the view?”
“Extremely so. Are you typically so hands-on with your clients?” I ask.
“Are you this hands-on with all your guides?” he counters.
“Only when they're as gorgeous as you.”
“So not frequently then.” he says. I laugh at his brazen confidence, deserved though it is. “Here, let me.”
He gently turns me around and massages the soap into my back, his large hands feel heavenly as they work out the knots and soreness in my muscles from a week of sleeping on a camp cot. I moan and lean into his touch.
“I like that sound. I'd like to make you make it again.” he says, digging his thumb into a stubborn muscle. I moan louder, my knees nearly buckling. I can feel his cock hardening against my back. His voice is low and heavy with promise in my ear. “I'd like to do a lot of things, if you're interested...”
I reach up and take hold of his hands, pulling them around to my breasts. He kneads them, slippery with soap, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they peak.
He reaches one hand down below the water and brushes his fingers between my legs, a tentative questioning touch. I nod eagerly and spread my legs more to allow him access. Tom uses his other hand to guide my arms up around his neck, my back arched and pressed to his chest.
“Hold onto me.” he whispers as his fingers slip between my folds and find my clit. I whimper as he starts rubbing small, slow circles. His cock is hard and hot against my back as I buck my hips into his hand. His other hand reaches under my thigh to lift up my leg, spreading me further. “I've got you, I won't let you slip.”
I let go of his shoulders and grab onto his horns as he bends his head over me to kiss the top of my head. The finger on my clit pauses to push back the hood, then resumes its assault. The increased sensation has me crying out, emboldened by our solitude.
“Fuck, I'm so close, Tom...”
He slips a finger inside me, slowly working me open on his hand, then adds another. The stretch combined with the pressure on my clit is deliciously agonizing. I'm only dimly aware that I'm begging him to fuck me.
“Oh, you're not ready for that, Stella. Not yet.” he says, pumping his fingers in and out of me with deft turns of his wrist. “Need to work up to taking my cock, don't wanna hurt you.”
I whimper. “Please, I need more...”
Tom works his fingers deeper and faster, dragging them against the sweet spot inside me that has me seeing stars, and I come gasping. He slowly works me through it, whispering how good I feel spasming around his fingers, how he wishes it was his cock, how he wants to watch me ride him.
I'm limp as he lifts me out of the water and carries me back to the shore, the soap long forgotten and lost downriver. He balances me on one of his massive thighs as he digs in his pack for a towel to lay out, then lays me down on it.
“Wait, you didn't come.” I protest, reaching out for him.
“You can make it up to me later.” he winks. I watch him take down our dry clothes and the clothesline, pulling on his fresh clothes and boots. He brings me a change of clothes and helps me pull them on. “How're your muscles feeling?”
“They feel great.” I admit with a lazy smile. “You have some magic hands.”
“I look forward to showing you what else I can do.” Tom helps me shoulder my pack and we continue down the trail, away from the river's edge and into the deeper woods.
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I just finished reading all your Haikyuu Kitsune fics and I am obsessed. I was wondering what would happen if kitsune Suna just kidnapped the reader one night and she just wakes up in his Kitsune village tied up lol.
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Glad you enjoyed them! Thanks for reading & requesting ^-^
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You were awake for a while already, pondering, when you finally heard the door to the basement open again. Even though you felt exhausted and anxious after the last few hours that you spent alone in the dark, you still mustered up the strength to glare, enough hatred in your gaze that the person entering the basement should have dropped dead if looks could kill. Person? Entity? You weren’t sure how to title him, but any name that came to mind wasn’t a very friendly one.
“You’re scrunching up your face... again,” he noted, and now pointed out, you grimaced even more. Suna either didn’t want to understand why you were looking at him, clearly finding discomfort in your gaze as he opted to avoid your eyes, or he decided to play dumb. Whichever it was, it only made you angrier!
“Seriously...” he mumbled, sighing deeply before placing down the tray he had been carrying, on a barrel next to the stairs. The whole basement was stuffed with things that seemed like they had been standing there for a while, unused and covered in thick layers of dust. Some of the stuff looked like ancient versions of modern tools for farming, but with that man nearby, your whereabouts were your slightest worry.
“I got you some food.”
Placing a spoon into the bowl he had brought, he stirred it briefly, a gooey, thick substance dripping of the cutlery when he lifted it into the light of the candle accompanying him. You, right away, felt anything but hungry, even if you assumed it was just oatmeal. Still, judging from the looks of it, you couldn’t find even one thing that was appetizing about it.
Taking the bowl with him, he walked over to you, a hand reaching out towards your face as you reacted, pushing yourself backwards until your back hit another barrel behind you. The metal chains wrapped around your wrists rattled upon your stir, making Suna flinch away for a second, his whole body stiffening as he looked back over his shoulder and up the staircase. He remained silent for a moment as if he waited for the door to open, but nothing happened.
“Don’t be too loud,” he reminded you for what must have been the fiftieth time since he threw you over his shoulder and made a run for it to this place, a strange, abandoned village in the forest. “They could hear you. Just be warned that other than me, my kin might eat you on the spot.”
Part of you wanted to call this a bluff—just a trick to keep you quiet. But knowing how unpredictable he was, you didn’t want to get to know any other ‘of his kin’ either. This time, you drilled a hole into the hand slowly approaching your face, strained your neck to get it off you. But lastly, he managed to pull on the cloth wrapped around your head and gagging you, making you fear more scratches from the claws on his fingers.
You didn’t know it was possible to feel sore around your mouth but being free of the gag it was the painful reality you were facing. “Eat,” Suna decided, gathering the gunk of a meal on his spoon before lifting it to your lips. “Fuck off!” you hissed at him quickly, turning your head away and making him struggle to hold the spoon properly, dripping its contents everywhere.
“I am doing this for you, you know?” he growled as you two fought over whether you were going to eat or not. Until Suna had enough, his second hand much quicker and less careful in its approach as it clipped over your nose, pulling you forward. You didn’t have enough time to see it coming, gasping as he cut off your air supply and tugged, making you open your mouth wide enough for him to press the spoon forward.
The taste of unseasoned oats and the wooden spoon mixed with your saliva while you tried not to gag from the slime that seemed to slip right down your throat. Before you knew it, Suna let go of your nose, and you didn’t hesitate to spit out whatever hadn’t been forwarded to your stomach yet, the mass spilling all over the floor.
Disgusted, Suna watched you as you coughed, wishing the taste would pass immediately, not even a hint of understanding in his gaze. “For someone so worried about food, you’re very wasteful. Open up, come on.”
You barely had time to recover as he scooped up another mouthful, but this time you felt ready nonetheless. Clenching your teeth together, you waited for him to do the trick again, deciding you’d rather suffocate than accept any food from him, especially one that you couldn’t be sure where, when, and how it was made.
But he didn’t.
Instead, he pressed the spoon up to your teeth, growing impatient as you wouldn’t open up no matter how much pressure he applied. Suna even gripped your chin from below, trying to slam both forces together, but you persisted. You would have been mighty proud of yourself for resisting if not for the oatmeal getting plastered all over your face, its consistency running down your cheeks and lips as Suna threw away the spoon in frustration.
“Fine!” he gnarled. “You want to show me how tough you are? I can do that too!”
As if on cue, the light flickered before going out, but even just the three seconds that you were able to see his bared teeth - his pointy fangs looking even longer than you imagined them from that time he bit you - scared you. It was the first time, but certainly not the last, that you felt yourself submit to him. Like an animal who tugged in its tail, you flinched away, ducking lightly until all you could see were his golden, shining eyes in the dark. Even if it was just a spur-of-the-moment action, you instantly felt embarrassed and upset you reacted the way you did.
“Good,” he appraised your recoiling motion before he moved closer. You felt his body leaning towards you, the warmth impossible to ignore as his arms caged you on either side, barrel in the back and fox in the front. You felt something wet and rough drag over your chin, lips, and cheek before you felt it trying to intrude on your mouth. Even if you wanted to complain, scream even, you found yourself cut off by Suna exploring the inside and catching your voice, the damn taste of oatmeal back on your tongue with no way of spitting it out.
His arms closed in on your hands, long fingers wrapping around the metal restraints and pulling your shoulders down until your hands pressed against the dirty ground, making it almost impossible to move your body like you wanted. The kiss continued, mouths opening for quick breathers in between, and you had to realize that these fangs weren’t optimal to be used for kissing, your teeth colliding with his a few times, and your lips getting caught on the fangs. It wasn’t enough to hurt, but every time it happened, you felt a spark of pain going through you.
The sounds very quickly changed from sloppy to passionate on his side, soft whines and groans escaping him in the breaks. You felt like you were going to die from either shame or the pain of him ending up dislocating your shoulders as Suna kept pressing in further and further, his chest soon enough resting on yours while your hands hurt from being caught in his grip and bracing against the ground.
All that was left when he very suddenly, very unpredictably, pulled away was the taste of iron as his fang finally managed to rip open a small part of your lip. You cursed inwardly as you took deep breaths, trying to regain air and your composure, while you barely heard him whisper something under his own breath. “... too much,” you made out, coming from him before he turned around, taking deep breaths.
“What the fuck--!” you cursed, but Suna was quick to return to you, clasping his hand over your mouth before listening intently. “Shhh!” he hissed, listening again, just like before. However, this time, you collected all the courage you had in you to bite him in the hand, catching a finger to latch on to. Suna noticeably flinched before he pulled away, seemingly looking at his hand for a split moment in an emotion you couldn’t make out. Still, before long, he clicked his tongue and pressed the gag he had taken off you back in place.
Even if you struggled now, he was stronger than you as well as relentless, and after tying a knot in the back, his hands lingered on each side of your head briefly. You could only see his eyes coming closer, but next thing you knew, you felt another kiss to your exposed lips before he seemed to notice the blood, his tongue coming forth to lick the wound tenderly, different from how he treated you before. “Fuck...” he whispered before he finally let you go and got up, his feet barely making any sound as he moved away.
“I’ll be back in the morning, don’t make a sound if you want to survive the night,” were his last words before he swiftly walked up the stairs and out the door, again leaving you behind all by yourself.
What were you supposed to make out of the situation? Why did he bring you here anyway if he was just going to leave you alone? What was ‘too much’, and why did he kiss you again and again? It felt like every time you saw him, you had more questions left unanswered than before. All you knew was that you wanted to go home.
And hopefully, this was just a very awful nightmare you’d soon wake up from.
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