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luveline · 6 months

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your bombshell!reader x spencer is feeding me so well, i'm obsessed!! SJSJS since we've seen reader jealous, is it possible to have a fic where it's spencer that's jealous?

thank u!! fem!reader

Your outfit today is simple. Pencil skirt, dark stockings, hair pristine. The thing that catches Spencer's attention, holds it between two squeezing palms, is the shirt and blazer ensemble you've styled. It's cut to fit, sleek and dark and hard to look away from.

You brush past the back of Hotch's chair with a sigh, clearly unaware of the attention you're garnering from across the way. “What's wrong with him?” you ask.

“The same thing as usual,” Hotch says.

“It's not like we've ever instantly solved a case. Gideon knows this takes time.”

Elle pokes her tongue into her cheek, eyes flared wide. She says a lot without saying anything, flicking through the police files in front of her dispassionately.

“How come you stayed?”

It takes Spencer a moment to realise you're talking to him. “What?”

“You didn't go with Gideon?” You hold your chin in your hand. “Not getting along anymore?”

Spencer isn't not getting along with his mentor. He would've accompanied Gideon to meet with a past mass murderer, only you're here, and so he'd found unrelated reasons to stay.

“We're fine,” Spencer says, not wanting to say more and give himself away.

“Well, he took Morgan.” You pout, your voice dripping to a wistful whine. “What am I gonna do now without him? None of you guys ever wanna play with me.”

Hotch smiles to himself. Spencer's stomach ties itself in knots, a tight noose that grows tighter still when you notice his expression and lean in toward your superior. “What's that smile for, Hotchner?”

“Don't you have emails to look through?”

You hold your cheek in your hand lightly, fingertips digging into the soft of your cheek. Your smile is like a kick to the chest, achingly sweet on such a pretty face. “No…” Your pinky digs into the corner of your mouth. “I don't remember that being on my agenda today.”

“Consider it an addition.”

Is Hotch flirting back? Spencer isn't sure why that strikes him so hard. Maybe because Hotch would actually have a chance with you if he wanted it; your flirting with Hotch is more real than if it were with Spencer, because Spencer is a twenty-something know-it-all who still dresses like his mom buys his clothes.

“It's a lot of emails, boss,” you say.

“You have time. Start with the ones sent by Hughes and work your way down.” Hotch slides the login information across the desk into your reach.

You look at it unhappily. Look up at him.

Just being looked at by you is a full body experience. Whenever you look at him, he begs himself to play it cool as Hotch is now, to treat it as the affectionate playfulness of a friend rather than serious flirting. He'd have a better chance of being taken seriously by you if he didn't blush whenever you so much as breathed in the same room.

He wishes he could respond calmly like Hotch. (He wishes you'd flirt with him and him alone. He buries that deep.)

Envy eats at his hands. Pins and needles he tries to shake away. His movements draw your attention, and your smile worsens, which is to say sweetens, like seeing him again is a treat for the eyes.

“You'll help me, won't you, baby?” you ask.

He goes a little blind.

Hotch and Elle watch the encounter with similar parts pity and amusement.

“You can read through them so quickly, I could really use your…” —you drag your fingertips down your face until your nails are at your jaw— “expertise.”

“Reid has his own tasks–”

“I can help,” Spencer interrupts.

You drop your hand from your face altogether. “Thank you. Have I mentioned how much I missed you while I was away?”

“Only five times,” Elle says under her breath.

“They try so very hard to keep us apart. It's not fair.”

Because unlike Reid, you don't have multiple degrees. You're still learning, and you can't be here permanently, but your talent, your knack for profiling, is unignorable. You're guaranteed a place on the team as soon as you can prove yourself to Strauss. Without a Gideon to vouch for you, that could take a while, and yet you're never jealous of Spencer skipping a few hurdles to get here.

If anything, you admire him. “They don't understand our bond, that's all. And together we're hard to beat. Isn't that right, Spence?”

Perhaps Spencer shouldn't be jealous. You don't call Hotch by anything so saccharine, after all.

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hungriestheidi · 3 months

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for the fic ask ; i think you could absolutely KILL (hah) a vampire fic. i’m inclined to lean towards sebchal charles vampire. but ofc take it any direction u feel! hope ur doing well lovely, thank u for my ask :)

Wanna know something? I had never thought about vampire sebchal. But know you got it in my brain and it's like a worm digging into my braincells. Because I think it would work so well. (tw: body horror, blood, this went out of control)

I think this would be a scenario of Charles being a vampire, someone turned against their will not too long ago. And he's angry, and sad, still mourning the loss of his humanity.

He can still share his family's home because not enoguh time has passed than can make it questionable he's not aging. But the thirst for blood is ever present. And sneaking out at night to a nearby farm and trying to muffle the sounds of the poor sheep he's ripping apart to drink out their blood... that is no sufficient. The blood is too easy, he needs more. And he's angry and he's sad and he's grieving and he's so. very. hungry.

There are towns he can skip over by train and on the train he can size up lonely strangers. There is a guy he sees once, bushy beard, nice smile, eyes wide, curious, too curious for his own good. And he catches him looking, his so pretty blue eyes, the elegance in the way he lights a cigarette on the platform station.

He's not so wise, this handsome man, following his beckoning. Charles knows what he is, the open wanting he can spill over his expression, how his face is but the opening act for so many men who see him, how easy it is for them to want him.

He lures him in, he looks to have a nice, broad neck, good enough to sink his teeth, to dry until he's sated, until the blood of a dishonest man fills him for a week or two. It's good, it's got to be. They waltz around each other for a moment, asking names, throwing lies. And he's pulling him in behind the old inn, a short walk from the train station, depleted of the want for the flesh and entirely consumed by that of the red life-giving liquid.

And then, with his lips tracing the line of the collumn of his throat, Sebastian rips his heart out of his chest. Literally. With hands sharp like claws, twisting and turning the fleshy bits inside his chest.

Charles stumbles back, the haze of the alluring blood melting bit by bit. He doesn't need his heart to keep living, it doesn't even beat any longer. But he knows enough now about this way of existing to know that the man in front of him is someone who knows what to do with a knife and a vampire heart.

"Don't panic," Sebastian says, voice soft yet mocking, a smirk splitting open his facade, the hand not holding his heart is covered in a light shimmering liquid. "I wish not to end your existence, I find you too beautiful to throw away all of you."

He twists the heart and Charles feels a hollow sort of pain shoot from the empty void in his chest. "I'd rather have you to myself, forever. Bind your existence it to mine."

It doesn't take much for Charles to put together that the man is drawing a sigil in the muscle of his formerly vital organ.

"Do you want to be my companion, Charles? Every conqueror needs a loyal second in command."

Charles doesn't understand much, just that he's mean and a brutal magic user embedded with too much knowledge, who speaks like a wise man out of a legend. And that he's got the most beautiful blue eyes Charles has even seen. And that if he must live forever, he may as well get to see beautiful eyes everyday.

"Are you going to fuck me or just stain me with your blood?"

Sebastian snorts, then sinks his teeth into Charles' heart and it that feels like a taste of heaven.

#hurricaneheatt #i'm just a girl (writes body horror)#fic asks #thank u for asking this ILY!!!!!!#im insane about vampire aus ngl

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stevebabey · 1 year

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hello i’d like to check out a movie please 📽

it goes something like this: you and steve go on a date but pick each others outfits!! and while you know Exactly what you want him to wear, you expect him to kinda halfass it cause he’s a “guy” so just a dress and heels etc but he surprises you and has a full top to bottom to shoes to jewelry all with Reasons like “you wore this on our first date” “your ears looked so pretty/they made your eyes shine” “i honestly just really like your legs in this but i remember how excited you were to wear it to that cancelled event so here’s your special occasion excuse!”

maddie… why ofc, hawkin’s finest can help you with ur movie finds!! this is such an adorable idea and it fits stevie just so well because he is absolutely is the type of guy that pays this level of attention <33 this yet again proves i cannot and will not shut up

the way it comes about is all bcos you— well, you have all your opinions when it comes to steve’s clothes. some of them are just fine, yanno the plain polo’s and such, and you swiftly tucked the pair of khaki’s he had to the baaaaack of his drawers when u first found them because absolutely not- but steve can tell when he wears something you like, even if you’re not aware of how you react. there’s always an extra moment of you drinking in the sight of him, eyes lingering, and you always end up toying with the collar of his shirt if you really love it and christ, the first time he wore those new jeans that are now your absolute favourite, you’d slid your arms around his waist and tucked your hands in his back pockets and made him blush up to his ears. and steve, well, he definitely has his favourites too- how could he not when you look like that? and you’re his? drives him crazy

he’s the one who suggests it, funnily enough. a picnic but with a twist, he says as you both lay in bed in morning and discuss what sort of mischief you both might get up to today— “a twist? what sort of twist?” you ask, lifting you head off his chest and peeking up at him. his arms around your waist tighten and he smiles, a bit nervous for a moment, then says, “s’bit dumb but- well, like we could pick what each other wear? like, i don’t know—“ you interrupt him, “yes.” “what?” “yes, let’s do that,” and grin in a way that told him you did actually want to do that. “that’s such a good idea steve, when you’d think of that?” and he gets all bashful, trying to distract you by stroking a soft touch across your hair, “just now, i- well, i was thinking bout what i’d hoped you’d wear today, actually”

“well, don’t ruin the surprise” you say, pressing a quick kiss to his check and wriggling up and out of his hold. steve’s makes an whiney complaint, hands already reaching for you but you dodge them and slip out of bed, tailing straight for the the chest of drawers. you barely get one draw open and your hands in it before steve’s arms are around your middle, having scrambled out of bed, and you’re hoisted up and away— you can’t help your little squeal, batting at his arms as he scoops you up and to the side- “steve! what are you doing?” and he puts you down, arms still around you, peppering kisses down your neck til you’re doozy with love and nearly distracted, “i wanna pick first, you go shower” he murmurs and really, you can’t say no to him

when you’re squeaky clean and wrapped in a towel, you toe back to the bedroom with relatively low expectations even though your heart glows at your boyfriend’s sweet idea. steve will always compliment you, there’s never a day you don’t hear how he thinks you’re the prettiest ever or how lucky he is to have you — but details, look, they just aren’t steve’s thing, you’re more than okay with that, he’s a big picture guy. so what you’re expecting is that he’ll have picked one of your dresses, short and sweet, maybe the pair of mary-janes that are your favourites, and a hair-clip if he’s really dedicated; but this? this…. is not what you expected

steve’s gone back to a bit nervous, betrayed by the way he runs his hand through his hair when you come in- it sticks up in strange ways that tells you he’s been doing it obsessively in your absence. still, his smile is sure and he gestures to the bed where his picks lay and you blink as you take them in— steve seems to take your silence as a bad thing, mouth opening and a ramble falling out, “okay, it might look a bit of a mismatch but- there’s a reason for it all, okay? like-“ he gestures to the t-shirt, one you haven’t worn in some time though you do like it, “this one, i don’t know if you remember but you wore it on our first date :) and it always yanno, reminds me of that,” and fuck, if you liked it before, you fucking love it now because he’s right, you wore that on your first date with steve and you had your first kiss with him in it, out by lover’s lake. your heart glows hotter as you realise how much steve is going to shatter your expectations with how much he has thought about this because he fucking notices these things

“the skirt because… well, i remember you really liked it in the store- quickest decision i’ve seen you make actually,” he huffs a laugh, gives another nervous run through his hair, “but you don’t wear it a lot which i don’t get because you look great in it and,” his smile turns to a bit more of a smirk, one you know well, “i’m a guy, okay? i’m not gonna deny that i love your legs in it,” his gaze drops to your currently bare legs and you roll your eyes at his flirts, “eyes up here, harrington.” he has the decency to look a bit sheepish, ears pink, before moving on, “the earrings i think match your eyes and the necklace is the one i gave you, so :)” and damn, you might not make it out the house if he keeps this up- your chest feels like it’s filled with pure fucking light and some wet-sounding laugh escapes you and steve is stepping close til he’s in front of you, brows bunched in his concern, “oh man, was it too much?” and you’re shaking your head, clearing you throat, “no, no, definitely not. it’s just…. i guess, i didn’t think you remembered all that stuff,” and steve gives an appalled look, before pressing a quick kiss to your forehead, “sweetheart, i remember everything about you,” he says, with a dopey grin that lets you know with completely certainty you’re so well loved by him <33

#things that i didn’t put in cos it got too long — u pick up the shirt #steve’s picked out the laciest underwear he could find LMAO #you’re like DAMN harrington planning on getting laid on this picnic???#and he’s like noooo but it’s nice to know you’ll be wearing it :) even if i can’t see it :) yet #hehehehe #maddie this was big brain idea i love u so hard #steve drabbles #ruby’s very own tour of hawkins #long post #sorry no read more for this it doesn’t quite warrant it think #IM NOT DEAD #IM STILL WRITING

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peachiipark · 2 years

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Hello, I'm sorry for disturbing you but is it okay if you write about gon, killua, kurapika, and leorio on how they react when random people say misogynistic comments about their younger sister. You don't have to if you don't want to.

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OOOOH THIS IS THE ONE!! thank you so much for a main four request! i'm super duper excited to get started :) don't be sorry! my requests are open for a reason 💗 i really wanna give them names too so 👩🏾‍🦲

SLIGHT T/W FOR VIOLENCE!! READ WITH CAUTION.

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KURAPIKA KURTA .

I LOVE U BAYYYYYBAYYY AND IF ITS QUITE ALRIGHT I NEED U BAYYYYBAYYY-

ahem.

kurapika seems like the type to be a VERY overprotective brother, almost like a somewhat chill helicopter father if you know what i mean-

let's name his sister.. okay i wanna go with something that seems familiar to his culture. we see kurapika, pairo, mizelle, and chikuta.

ELENORA

I THINK ITS THE ONE

seeing as his family is gone and he only has his sister by his side now, you could expect this kind of behavior from him.

if we aren't doing any modern aus, i think it'll go a bit something like this!

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"hold your form— steady, steady. very well, ela. monitor your breathing well, it can interfere with your aura if not done correctly. alright, can you feel the weight of the chains materializing?"

"just look at that."

kurapika's ear twitched at the quiet whispers.

"honestly, i don't know why he's trying to teach her anything. this typa work ain't meant for.. yeah."

"hey, maybe she can work with that machi girl. she's better off using nen for sewing up her brother's clothing when he saves her from an inevitable ass whooping." the man nudged his partner, chuckling over their comments as the two of them walked off.

kurapika slowly removed his hands from his sister's forearms, hoping that he wouldn't alarm her. concealing his presence, kurapika lingered behind the two men, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

"hey!— fucks the matter with you!?"

"see your size? the both of us could take you on right here and right now!"

the low sound of clinking chains fluttered into the two fighters' ears as kurapika backed them into a corner. wrapping them with his 'chain jail', he walked up to the one who initiated the conversation and squeezed his windpipe.

"one more word from your dirty mouth and i'll rip that tongue out. if you ever see you around this place talking down on my sister ever again," his slender fingers trace across the man's chest as a pushes pressure on the area about his heart, his sharp nail drawing a bit of blood. "this will be mine."

"understood?" the chains tightened.

the men mumbled apologies and pleaded to be released from the chains. as he nearly pulled them tighter, kurapika was snapped out of his trance.

"kurapika? should i open my eyes now?"

needless to say, those two were very lucky that he was busy that day.

"just a moment, elenora."

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GON FREECSS.

i just want to give him a hug.

we've all seen that gon is the type of person to defend the people that he loves AND go to far lengths for them. he doesn't seem like to immediately become violent, but he wouldn't back down!

i actually wish gon had a sibling like can u guys imagine how cute it would be if gon came back to a little sister like ☹️☹️☹️☹️

if we have gon and ging then let's call her gia!

anyways.. lemme start writing before i cry over gon again (hes my son btw)

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"woah, that's crazy! you're a natural, G!" gon praised his sister as she showed him her powerful kick. the two of them had been catching up by playing soccer after a long trip. she had managed to rip the net by kicking it so hard. no doubt that leg strength ran in the family! "i'll get us something to drink. i won't be too long! take a break while i'm gone."

"okay!" she placed the ball down, took a seat, and crossed her legs. suddenly, she felt a force on her side and jumped a bit out of shock. "what the-"

"hey, freecss, we're gonna use the field ourselves. move over." a group of boys from gia's school walked up to her, their ball rolling over and hitting her.

"oh! my brother and i are actually-"

"i don't know if your here to watch gon or something but still. move. over."

"first of all, i'm not here to watch gon play. he's here watching me play, so, it's obvious that you've got it all wrong." gia stood up, crossing her arms.

the kid pushed her out of the way and snatched the ball away from her. "as if. go back up to the hill with your aunt mito. she needs some help with the laundry anyway."

the boy continued to poke fun at gia as he and his friends laughed. she saw them everywhere she went. whale island was already isolated by it being an island, it didn't help that it's population was low and everyone knew each other. basically, gia was stuck with them.

"hey!"

"now who c-"

"gia said she's not leaving, so knock it off." gon stood next to his sister, backing her up.

the boys froze and rolled their eyes. who would willingly mess with the only nen user on the island? it seems like a death wish. "let's get out of here."

"i'm proud of you for taking charge of the situation, gia. i shouldn't have left you alone. i'm so sorry."

"it's okay.. i don't care about them. now, let's play some soccer!" the two of them went back to their game. after that, they planned on spending much longer playing just to get under the boys' skin.

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KILLUA ZOLDYCK.

killua is ALSO my son 💗

don't ask how this works.. 💗

i think he's the type to just end it in seconds

.. 🔪🔪🔪

KILLUA IS SUCH A GOOD BIG BROTHER THOO LIKE THE WAY HE CARES FOR ALLUKA IS SAUR 💔💔

BUT ANYWAY ANYWAY

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"big brother!" alluka called out worriedly, watching as killua engaged in a battle with a random man at heaven's arena. alluka had wanted to learn how to use nen for a long time. seeing as it would give her a means to protect herself against illumi, killua gladly helped her out by training for the past few months.

she was about to get into combat when her partners continued dropping the battles for some unknown reason. when she stepped into the net for the fourth time, her partner yelled out to her.

"sorry, girly. fighting against you is like having a win handed to me. wanna know why your other partners quit? they want a real challenge!"

hearing all of those words being said to his sister snapped something inside of killua. he ran down from the crowd and prepared to attack the competitor. due to the level of entertainment, the announcers chose not to end the battle.

"alluka, attack him! do it now!"

she hesitantly nodded, running up to the man and delivering a strong blow while he was down. flying a few feet, her partner was knocked out cold as the entire crowd watching in disbelief. soon, their silence turned into celebration for the young woman.

killua walked up to his sister and held her hand, smiling at the sight of her improving so much and gaining the appreciation that she deserved.

"and that's how you teach someone a lesson."

"i feel bad.. he was already down.."

"well, he was an idiot anyway."

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LEORIO PALADIKNIGHT.

me personally if i was leorios sister i would be crying buckets of tears for DAYS /POS THATS MY MAAAAAN

i feel like leorio could scare someone off with JUST his presence like- he would stand in front of his sister in be like "what's going on here?" until they run away

now if someone actually got the privilege to be his sister.. we could name her letícia or lucia!

i have two family members with those names actually 💀

leorio and letícia sound more slayful to me SO LETS WRITEEE

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"you didn't have to come help, y'know." the dark haired woman mumbled, sliding out from underside a car and tearing off her gloves. "but, i appreciate it anyway. things have been kinda tough lately."

"would i ever let you deal with anything alone? give me a sec, i'll get you a new pair." leorio smiled, heading to the back of his sister's shop to grab a box of gloves.

the reality of lettie's job was that it was something that only a few people take seriously. many people did not accept to go to a repair shop that was ran by a young woman. of course, leorio was always there to help her with expenses, but being a college student, she wanted to gain a sense of responsibility by relying on her own cash.

after returning to his home country for a vacation, leorio had been helping lettie with all of her jobs and cleaning up nicely. despite wanting to be completely independent, she couldn't deny that he was a huge help.

"oyé!" a gruff voice called out from the entrance to the store. letícia quickly brushed her hands off and hurried to the customer.

"ah, i assume this is your car?" lettie pointed behind her to the large SUV as she flashed a smile. "i wasn't in when it got dropped off but i was able to get it fixed u-"

"just tell the other worker that i said thank you. i have places to be." he rolled his eyes, moving past letícia and entering his car.

"p-perdón? sir, i'm sorry, but i'm the one that fixed your car. you're mistaken with my brother, leorio."

"as if you couldn't do anything to save your life. tell me, do you even know what a spark plug is? placing oil stains on your face doesn't symbolize hard work." he continued to spit negative words towards lettie, rolling down the window. "what's my bill?"

"here."

appearing suddenly from behind the car, leorio handed the man a bill for 1.6 million Jenny, (roughly 10,000 USD). the man had a look of bewilderment on his face before scowling and signing the check.

as he reached for the notepad, leorio gripped the man's arm and squeezed tighter as he tried to pull away. "just a reminder, even i don't know what a spark plug is. i don't wanna see your face around here again. lettie would rather have no customers than assholes like you."

watching as the man drove off, lettie smiled and leaned onto her brother's shoulder. "by the way, me preferring to have no customers is the largest stretch that you've made in a long time."

leorio chuckled and handed her the notepad. "hey, but i've landed you quite the big sale." he continued to nudge her until she broke into laughter.

let's just hope that no one will believe a bad review from an asswipe in an SUV.

accompany on: to the masterlist!

#hunter x hunter #hxh #kurapika #kurapika kurta #kurapika hxh #leorio hxh #leorio paladiknight #leorio #gon hxh #gon #gon freecs #gon freecss #killua hxh #killua #killua zoldyck

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erotetica · 2 years

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holding a metaphorical knife to ur metaphorical throat to make u keep talking actually (hi this is marwankenzarisetc this is my main. im not threatening u out of the blue.) all of this is delicious bcc quynh . <- man who feels normal about everything just had an extremely well-adjusted emotional reaction to the mental image presented to him. tog2 is just that gif of kingston hitting jas with a kendo stick except its q&b and we all sit there and enjoy it deeply <3 OLYMPIC DARLING NILE. what i would rly enjoy is if olympic darling nile ends up joining some deeply gimmicky faction (think julia hart & the house of black) bc even tho she's just a really damn good wrestler she also loves a bit of fun.

i need you to talk most about luchador joe tho. everything else ive said up to this point has just been me burying the lucha joe lead.

are we thinking the whole nine yards flippy dippy shit beautiful mask highly perfected gear ? are we thinking rivalry with nicky while in the back nicky has this crush on this beautiful guy he hasn't seen around often and has never talked to but stares at deeply ? are we thinking joe being like dude this is getting to much why does di genova keep staring at me in the back. cant he keep it for the ring. all i know for certain is that i need (Need) joe to have tassels framing his ass and thighs

thinking abt where andy fits into all of this tho. part of me thinks she's one of those indies wrestlers who refuses to leave the indies partially on principle partially bc she way prefers her own schedule OR. she could be nile's sting. this might be getting out of hand

(x) U r coming 2 me in a constant state of drawing quynh in leather pride bullshit, which I never finish, but BY FUCK I'm starting another piece abt this.

All I can think abt is yusuf in a mask that is also litham in that way, like, elaborate fashion editorial jewelry is influenced by the silhouette of hijab. Actually that's a lie I can also think about him freestyling at people a la Mohammed Ali, and putting cologne on his knees so headlocks are nice for both parties, and being an undefeated scamp. Lov this guy. And his assless chaps.

ANYWay I think luchador fits joe for the fast pace/style and nicky is an endurance test for him, in a way that makes their raven;s rules feud so annoying, which is already annoying bc neither of them wins more than once at a stretch. Joe hits alec-baldwin-in-the-spongebob-movie with a light bulb, he tells joe his rhymes are dumb. etc. Nicky blows him in an ER curtain-cubicle & joe is like 'oh, so you're certifiable' and writes his phone number behind nicky's ear in like, purple sharpie. (nicky: you just have a prison wallet of pastel markers on you 24/7? yusuf: what I'm hearing here is no one's ever asked you to sign anything. NARRATOR: THIS WAS TRUE)

cosigning your nile stuff. I wanna say andy has classic roots too, bc parallels?? She comes up in a trenchcoat like 'ey kid, do you want to wear studded gloves but like, for work?' and nile leaves skid marks towards the kitschiest adrenaline-junkie shit possible.

#tog #asks #heel nicolo..#booker like 'don't you want people to like you :(' and nicky calls him a slur #I want to see Joe and Andy tag team…#WANT 2 SEE ANDY AND NILE TAG TEAM.#Once again Ty for the brainworms

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dms-saggicorn · 2 years

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so what are the things that makes you go…. AWOOGA? 🤪

Oooooooooh my~ Anony~

Let's see by character standards:

cause for Awooganess I'd say are tall dark and handsome guy characters who're genuinely nice/gentlemen like. They make me weak~ if they're physically fit too Ohmigawd yes.

Pervy/Flirty dudes are a triiiiip. They make me laugh and can be so smoooooooth like "hold on, I didn't think I was gonna be charmed today??? But thank you~ Please keep going lol"

Yo goofy dudes? come get ya girl, I stay stressed out and gloomy too at times I need to let loose and chill out and they're just the fellas to do it :)

Soft dudes going dark or just soft boys with an edge O/////O !!!!! Yesyesyes please. It makes the "bad boys are pretty neat" part of my brain quite happy lol all the bad but still a sweetie? packing my bags, lesssss gooooo

The hopeless romantic/baby/childhood best friend. He trying his best, he loves you a bunch, knew you and wanna protect you ever since you were both little or the other way around ;u;🌟💍🌟💍Ugh! Let's get married now!!!!! >:O

Emo/Goth look *swoon for 1000 years* Gah you're so cool, mysterious, and confident bud!!!! Because you got the nerve to wear and werq that outfit so damn well!!! (sometimes make up too!!! 👀👀👀) The audacity! I would very much like to hangout with you pretty plz👉👈 (smooch ya too...hold hands definitely...Fu-)

An attractive voice can make a gal "squee" or "eep" quite easily~ It's practically crucial for ya girl really. Bonus points if it's in a smexy accent U///U Oh Oh Oh and if they can sing too??? ? GYAT damn

and lastly

Pretty pretty pretty goddess gals make my art brain flip!!! Like "Damn girl you're gorgeous!!! Can I draw you!?!?"

Guy examples:

Malleus Draconia

Idia Shroud

Hawks

Clark kent/Superman

Hercules

Johnny Bravo

Space Dandy

Mista

Okuyasu Nijimura

Koga

Emo Peter

Robin (degrees of lewdity)

Leon

Ren

Kiff

Fry

Striker

Moxie

Goddess gals:

Bayonetta

Sailor Pluto

Jessica Rabbit

Lola Bunny

Obsidian (Steven universe

#dms speaks #thanks anony 💜#dms shares #dms answers!#dms getting spicy #teenage dream time #boys boys boys #this was fun lol

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myriadof-fandoms · 2 years

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mimi watches ep 8

ft. my boy and comfort blanket aka my jamie bower and my hellfire shirt

we're starting 5 minutes late bc jamie bower said i should get popcorn

THIS IS MUSIC

i'm hollering

this isn't even funny but i'm so stressed

steve get your hands off of nancy i don't wanna throw up

JOPPER JOPPER JOPPER

... with murray

THEY HAD A FUNERAL

DID ANYBODY SHOW BRO MY GOOD DUDE

WHY IS THE DEMOGORGON ON A LAB TABLE I'M GONNA HAVE A FIT

bro why do i wanna pet it

if evil why pet shaped if evil why screaming in pain

oh no

what is this weird whooshie wind thing

my girl has her powers i'm so proud

why are we talking about surfer boy. is it billy. yes i'm still clowning.

STOP BREAKING WILL'S HEART MIKE

oh god oh god

we got tender emotional music and the painting oh god

no no no no o no no no baks lshslf soi am wipping back qnd forthoh sndpdbwl no no no

WHY IS MIKE LOOKING LIKE HE'S GONNA KISS HIM

JONATHAN

MIKE

THIS IS SO GAY

DIFFERENT

BRO BRO BRO BRO what are they doing

NO WHAT THE FUCK WILL NO NO NO NO NO

AND JONATHAN

okay i'm calm

.."they're all safe"... MAX NEARLY DIED YOU FUCKHEAD

OH HOLLY AND KAREN

oh i'm not feeling good about this at all

if this ends with all the gates open

I HAVE GOOSEBUMPS ALL OVER

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST I CANxt take this

not the bickering 🥺

eleven watching the hawkins gang: who the fuck is vecna

robin is me vecna/henry/one

eddie is so done

T R A U M A HE GETS THEM TROUGH TRAUMA

i swear to god if max surviving once was a misdirect

"try not to miss" oh god oh no

yeah idk i don't trust whenever anybody looks happy in this show. i'm very afraid for hopper.

yeah as a person who grew up in what was east german and whose parents very much lived well yk under the ussr? they do not appreciate bursting through their walls

"angry hicks"

steddie are flirting!!

hey red oh my lord

THE MASK I FUCKING CANT

DON'T YA BIG BOY bro we really going harringrove amount of homosexual tension here

it's been three season and i still don't know if i trust owens. but him pushing the this is not a prison thing? he's securing points for himself

SIX LITTLE NUGGETS

LITTLE HARRINGTON .. if he weren't saying this to nancy it'd be good

yeah your husband can teach you how to surf

WHY ISN'T HE EVEN PRETENDING TO LOOK AT THE ROAD BRO STOP FLIRTING WITH YOUR EX

... what if lucas is right and vecna just takes someone random

bro her happiest time is gonna punch me

THAT'S PRESUMPTUOUS OF YOU NO FUCKING DAMNIT DON'T TOUCH ME

"should i shoot him now or later"

god i love tom wlashiha my good little guy

hey not wrong about the phone call tbf

THIS THE MOST AMERICAN THIS SHOW HAS EVER BEEN ANGRY HICKS

oh steve goddamn

this is an awful day for the gays

WHY DOES VICKY LOOK SO SAD

FUCKING JASON

why are teenagers allowed to buy guns

not him giving gun advice

NANCY SHOOT HIM

let me punch him in the face i get that he has gone through severe loss but bro i draw the line

owens is dead he is so dead

god i was not made to hold this much stress i am but a little guy

i want to see brenner die

at least i have my comfort blankie of shirts

i did not need to see billy and bob die again thank u

FUCK YEAH BABY YOU ARE NOT A MONSTER MY CHILD BABY EL GO GET YOUR DAD WHO IS NOT CURSED

eddie.. in thay jacket i gotta gay.. the hanky.. i see you.. you nerd.. no more retreating.. baby u dead

NO DUSTIN AND EDDIE OH GOD OH NO it's gonna hurt so bad

erica and lucas 🥺 bonding

so much bonding

i still have hope baby boy baby

"it might not work out for us this time" bro you're all dead aren't you

showing them all as the kids they are while having robin say this.. oh god.. poetic cinema

..how.. how did he not see/hear the helicopter before

owens my guy at least you were kinda good

THAT'S MY GIRL

and all of this in white pants

NOT WILL IN THE BACKGROUND

ELEVEN AND WILL SIBLING HUG I CAN'T MY BABYS

bro shut the fuck up

YEAH FUCK HIM GO GET YOUR DAD NOW

"who's gonna die" you ask well my boy just everyone you know

SEPERATE WORLDS NOT A DRILL I REPEAT NOT A DRILL

MAX IS GOING IN THE HOUSE OH NO OH BOY

SOMEDAY LOVE WILL FIND YOU

TRUE LOVE WON'T DESERT YOU

ngl this song is getting me through the day rn so i'm living

#stranger things #stranger things season 4 #spoilers #st spoiler #stranger things spoiler #stranger things spoilers #is this enough tags #mimi watches stranger things

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jungwonenthusiast · 3 years

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can I please request for prompts 2, 5, 10, 12 for hard&soft dom!heeseung and an innocent!fem!s/o from enhypen smut prompt list? prompt no. 5 to be said by the reader while the rest by heeseung

A/N: forgive me if there r any typos lol i hope u like it :)

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f recieving), degredation, slight corruption kink

Word count: 2.4 k

You cling onto your boyfriend’s arm as another jumpscare appears on the movie screen. He giggles at you. “Is it gone yet?” you whisper and he nods.

Today was your four month anniversary with Heeseung and you decided to treat him by taking him to a scary movie he’s been wanting to see.You’re not a huge fan of them but you figured it’d be a way for you to cuddle him without raising too much suspicion.

He kept a hand on your thigh throughout the movie, occasionally squeezing and rubbing it over your pants.

You try to ignore the film by keeping your eyes on him. His hands, his legs, his hands, his profile. Anything to distract yourself from the poor family being killed on the screen.

It isn’t long before the movie ends and you walk out to Heeseung’s car.

“The brother was such an idiot. Why didn’t he just call the police?” he says while starting the engine. (haha engene lol sorry)

“The police can’t stop ghosts.” you chuckle.

“Maybe NASA could’ve figured something out.” he grabs your thigh again, it’s kind of his thing. “I’m surprised you survived.”

“Yup, my love for you overcomes my hatred for horror movies.”

He smiles and leans over to give you a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Let’s go to my place.” he says and you frown.

“But all the boys-”

He cuts you off. “The maknaes aren’t there, they’re paintballing in Itaewon.”

You groan. “Fine.”

The boys’ dorm is never your first choice which is understandable without elaboration. But you try not to get annoyed and instead enjoy living in the moment.

He has the windows cracked open and the wind is whipping through his hair, making him look like a moviestar.

Sunghoon and Jake are in their own rooms when you get there so at least there’s some peace and quiet.

Heeseung plops onto his bed. “Come here sweetheart.” he says with his arms out to you.

You smile and snuggle up to him, resting your head on his chest.

He pets your hair and kisses your forehead. “You’re so pretty.”

“You’re prettier.” you say and he chuckles.

“Nuh uh.” he says and sits up. “Lemme see your pretty face.”

You sit up too as he holds your face delicately in his hands. “You’re so gorgeous I wanna kiss you everywhere.” he kisses your forehead, then your cheeks, and your nose, your eyelids, then your jaw, and down, down, down your neck. Your heart beat starts to speed up. You never tell him, but your neck is your weakness. He finally pulls away to give you a proper kiss on the lips.

“C’mere.” he says and pulls you onto his lap. You let out a small squeal.

He holds your waist tight as he kisses you again, this time slipping his tongue into your mouth. You moan a bit, enjoying the sensation.

You guys had made out before and even grinded a bit but it never went further than that. Not because you didn’t want it. Of course you wanted it. There have been nights where you spent hours imagining what it would be like. You already knew that he’d be sweet, but you kind of wanted more than that. You wanted him to take control and boss you around. Maybe today will be the day, you think to yourself.

You start to slowly rock your hips against his and he lets out a low groan. His fingers travel up your hoodie and he’s delighted to find out that you aren’t wearing a bra. He massages you and pinches your nipples a bit as you grind on his hard on. You’re already so stimulated, you could cum just like this.

Heeseung’s curious as to why you’re acting like this today. Usually by now it’d be over, but why would he complain about you being naughty, especially when it’s been such a big fantasy of his to corrupt you. His darling little girlfriend who checks in with her parents everyday and wouldn’t dare to skip school all sprawled out under him, whimpering and begging for release. God, he could think about it all day.

He flips you onto your back and pushes your hoodie up, exposing your torso. Your arms fly to cover yourself.

“Stop that princess,” he kisses your stomach. “Let me see you.”

You slowly pull your arms away and he goes right to kissing your chest. “So perfect.” he whispers, rolling his tongue over your nipples.

You’re already squirming underneath him, eager for him to touch you somewhere else. And as if he read your mind, his fingers start to play with the band of your pants.

He quickly unbuttons them and slides them off your legs.

“Can I touch you?” he asks and you nod eagerly.

“I’ve never done this before.” you admit.

“That’s okay,” he kisses your knee. “Just relax.”

He kisses your neck, licking it and nipping at it, leaving a blooming bruise. Your body tenses as he circles your clit.

“I didn't know you were this sensitive.” he smiles.

You feel your face heat up. It’s kind of embarrassing. He was barely touching you plus it was on top of your underwear.

“I’m just teasing baby.” he kisses your cheek and continues the circling motion.

Soft moans leave your mouth as he does so. He pulls away and notices a wet patch already forming on your underwear.

His fingers slip into the waistband. “Can I touch you here?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out. “Please?”

“You submit to me so well,” he nips at your neck. “I love it.”

His fingers find your slit and you whine.

“So fucking wet,” he whispers as he rubs your clit. “Did I get you that worked up princess?”

You nod pathetically, already drunk on his touch.

He circles around your hole for a bit before slowly pushing his middle finger into you. You hold on tight to his arm, getting used to the foreign feeling.

He pumps it in and out of you a couple of times. “You ready for another one?”

You nod and whine as his ring finger stretches you out.

“You’re doing so good.” he whispers and kisses your forehead.

Your moans get more and more needy as he curls his fingers in you hitting a spot that you’ve never felt before.

“Fuck,” you whisper.

“Feel good?” he asks and you nod. “I bet it does.”

He shifts down and settles his face between your legs.

“Wait what are you doing?” you ask him, shutting your knees. “I want to taste you,” he says. “Is that okay?”

You contemplate for a moment. The thought of it makes you a bit shy but then you imagined how good it would feel and that won over everything. “Yeah.” you nod and he smiles.

His fingers are still curling in you as he kisses your thighs, leaving small marks on the way down to where you need it the most.

After what feels like years, his tongue finally finds your clit. Your thighs shut from the sudden pleasure.

He chuckles. “Keep em open baby.” he uses his free hand to keep you spread.

He moans into you. “Tastes so fucking good.”

It’s so much to take in at once; his fingers in you, his tongue drawing circles on your clit, the vibrations you feel every time he groans. You feel overstimulated but in the best way possible.

Your fingers tug on his hair as your thighs begin to tremble.

“Don’t stop don’t stop,” you cry out.

His grip on you tightens and he moans into you, encouraging you to cum in his mouth.

A string of curse words leaves your lips as you reach your high, and it’s the hardest you’ve ever came in your life. It’s like you’re floating up in the clouds, and you never want to come back down.

Heeseung kisses you, giving you a taste. He holds you tight in his arms and tries to calm your shaky breathing.

“You did so good doll.” he kisses your cheek.

You hold onto him as your heart rate goes down to normal.

“Here let me go get you a towel.” he starts get off the bed but you grab his arm.

“Wait we’re done?” you ask and he looks at you. “Do you wanna keep going?” he asks and you nod.

“Yes,” you say and he chuckles.

He sits back down onto the bed. “I didn’t expect that.”

You climb on top of him and give him a passionate kiss, sliding your hands under his hoodie.

He pulls it over his head with ease.

You admire his lean body for a moment before kissing his neck and his collar bones. “Can you fuck me please?” you ask him.

He smirks. “Your wish is my command.” he flips you over onto your back and unbuttons his black jeans. Just watching him do it makes you wet.

He climbs over you, rubbing his tip on your clit. He sighs into your neck.

“You ready princess?” he asks and you nod vigorously.

He slowly pushes into you and you wince a bit from the stretch.

“Ow ow ow.” you say quietly and he stops.

“You okay? Does it hurt a lot?” he asks.

“It’s not bad.” you say through gritted teeth.

He kisses you, giving you time to adjust to his length. He pets your hair and tells you how gorgeous you look.

“Please start moving.” you ask him and he listens, slowly thrusting in and out of you.

“Fuck,” he moans. “So fucking tight.”

You whimper so loud as his tips brushes against your g-spot that you clamp your hand over your mouth, worried that Sunghoon and Jake would pick up on what was going on.

He pulls your hand away. “Be louder, I want them to hear you.”

“But-”

“Do as I say sweetheart.” he cuts you off.

Of course you melt under him. How could you not. He’s so perfect. He’s the type of boy that only exists in books.

“What a good girl,” he kisses your shoulder. “Look how well you take it.”

You grab a pillow and cover your face with it, you can’t help but want to conceal your moans.

He throws it off and grabs your jaw hard. “What’d I say about that? Don’t you want them to know how much of a slut you are for me?”

“Yes,” you whisper.

“Speak up when I talk to you.” he says sternly. His words make you throb and he notices. “Do you like it when I’m mean?” he smirks at you.

“Yeah,” you admit, sheepishly.

“There you go again being all quiet, keep that up and I’ll edge you until you’re begging.” he threatens you with a good time.

“What if I want you to do that anyway.” you say flirtatiously.

He raises an eyebrow. “I can make that happen.”

His thumb finds your clit and the sensation of him rubbing you and his cock ramming in and out of your pussy sends you so close over the edge.

The look on your face is so angelic and hopeless, you’re better than anything he could imagine.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” he kisses you. “You look so pretty while being fucked.”

He snaps his hips into yours and your eyes roll back.

“Just like that.” you whine.

“How bad do you want it?” he asks you.

“So bad,” you say out of desperation. At this point you don’t care. Heeseung had taken over your mind, ego, and pride. “You feel so fucking good inside of me.”

He smiles. “How could such a sweet voice say such dirty words.” Then all of the sudden he pulls out. You nearly cry out from the unexpected emptiness.

“What the fuck,” you swear at him.

“You’re the one who asked for this.” he says, still slowly rubbing your clit.

You whimper. “I take it back. I need you.”

“No take backs sweetheart.” he tsks.

He kisses your chest and pinches at your nipples. You writhe under him, needing him in you.

After what feels like an eternity but is probably a minute or so, he slams back into you and right after being satisfied, he pulls out again.

“Heeseung please,” you whine. “Please I’ve been good haven’t I?”

“You have, but I like doing this to you.” he kisses you. “Who knew my innocent girl would be begging for my cock like this.”

You pull at his waist. “I need it.” you tell him in the sweetest voice you could get out.

He sighs. “I’ll never win.” he kisses you again before pushing into you.

“Fuck yes,” you moan in relief. “Faster please.”

Thank god he listens to you.

You cling onto his back, pushing your nails into his skin a bit. It only takes thirty seconds to get you on the edge and Heeseung can tell by the way your moans are getting high pitched.

“Cum on this cock sweetheart,” he says lowly. “Be a good girl for me.”

And just like that, your whimpering his name like it’s the only word you know; like it’s your mantra.

“That’s it baby,” he whispers. “Just like that.”

Your pussy pulsing around him sends him into euphoria and he groans into your neck.

You don’t even realize the tears on your cheeks until he pointed it out. He looks at you in shock and holds your face in his hands. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Fuck I’m so sorry pumpkin I-”

“No no it just felt really good,” you giggle. “I didn’t even know I started crying.”

“Oh thank god,” he sighs in relief and kisses your forehead. “You’re the best pussy I’ve ever had you know.”

You laugh. “Stop it, you sound like a man whore.”

“Just being honest.” he smiles and pulls you into his arms.

“Shit,” you curse to yourself.

“What is it?”

“Jake and Sunghoon definitely heard us.” you say, wide eyed.

“Yeah probably,” he says “they probably got off on it too.”

Your face twists in disgust and you shove him in the shoulder.

He cackles. “I mean wouldn’t you?”

You think to yourself. “Yeah I probably would.”

#enhypen smut #Heeseung smut #Kpop smut

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crazygalore · 3 years

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GABRIEL MAY (MALIGNANT) NSFW ALPHABET

TW: mentions of dysmorphia, NSFW

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

Surprisingly, Gabriel actually NEEDS it, after each lovemaking session - no matter how gentle or how rough he was with you. He’ll draw the both of you a hot bath, and help you wash yourself. If you return the favour, this boy will positively melt, and let out tiny noises that sound suspiciously similar to little purrs. Afterwards, once he has patted your dry with a fluffy towel and dressed you in your favourite pyjamas, Gabriel will carry you to bed, and place you under the covers. Then, he will bring your favourite snacks and beverage, to enjoy while you huddle together to watch a movie before falling asleep.

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

Gabriel could never pick just one thing he loves about you - because he practically worships you body and soul. You are infinitely beautiful in his eyes, and the fact that you love and accept him for who he is feels like a miracle to him.

Since he doesn’t actually have a body of his own, he expresses his identity though clothes that he wears, which are different than the ones owned by Madison. Although they’re not body parts per say, he sees his leather coat and makeshift gold dagger as extensions of himself, and he enjoys donning them whenever he takes over his twin’s body. He will, sometimes, remain fully clothed during sex.

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

His pleasure is your pleasure, and he will make you cum as much as possible, if only to enjoy your desperate moans and whimpers.

Being transmasc and trapped his Madison’s body, he suffers from severe dysmorphia and doesn’t really enjoy being touched intimately. And, as stated HERE, he did communicate with his sister when the two of you decided to become intimate, because he felt like this specific situation called for his sister’s consent. She doesn’t have access to his memories regarding his sex life, though - which is for the best.

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

It’s not a secret that he loves watching you pleasure yourself. The first time he witnessed it, you weren’t aware he was there, lost as you were in the act, so he quietly enjoyed the show from the door, a smug smirk playing at the corners of his mangled mouth.

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

You are Gabriel’s first and only love, and the only person who ever saw him as a human being, worth of respect and adoration. So he doesn’t have that much experience, but he did his research and tried to learn as much as possible about the human body’s erogenous spots. That makes up for his lack of actual physical experience, at least most of the times. But since your guys’ relationship is based on trust, respect and communication, Gabriel is never ashamed to ask what works for you, and what doesn’t.

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

Missionary, since he usually uses his mouth, fingers or a strap-on to pleasure you - and he wants to be able to look at your face, kiss your lips and hold you in his arms during sex. Gabriel is a very tactile person, and extremely touch-starved, so he actually NEEDS to be held, caressed and comforted. It’s the main reason why he enjoys making love to you so much, because the physical intimacy is something he’d never experienced before.

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

I wouldn’t say he’s particularly goofy, but he isn’t very stoic either. If anything awkward ensures during sex, he will try to make you laugh about it, so that you can relax and move on.

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

He doesn’t actually have a private area of his own, and its pretty much Madison’s business as to how she grooms her nether region. He doesn’t actually care about those parts, since he never uses them.

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

Very intimate, very romantic and very needy. As stated above, he craves physical contact, and he melts whenever you treat him with gentleness and affection. Hold him, kiss him, caress his scarred cheeks, and tell him how good he makes you feel, and Gabriel will be putty in your hands.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t actually partake in this act, as he doesn’t enjoy looking at, or touching the private parts of the body he shares with his sister. But sometimes, he fantasizes about what he would do to you, if he had a body of his own.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Gabriel is surprisingly vanilla, but he can be pretty dominant in the bedroom. He will pin your wrists above your head, as he fucks you into the mattress, or guide you into touching yourself, his voice a mere growl coming from your phone’s speaker. Knife kink, maybe, but only when it comes to cutting off your clothes. He doesn’t wanna hurt you, so unless you insistently ask him to, Gabriel won’t hold his makeshift dagger to your throat, or drag its blade across your skin. After all, he has other ways to let out his violent frustrations, so he feels no need to bring that to the bedroom. He was hurt by people who abhorred him, and he returned the favour years later. Love and violence do not cross paths in Gabriel’s mind.

Also clothed sex, because he enjoys wearing his leather coat and gloves, as he teases your naked body mercilessly.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere inside the house, but the bedroom is his favourite, because it’s more private and safe. Plus, he enjoys taking his time, so the bed is the most comfortable option when it comes to lengthy lovemaking sessions.

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

Whenever you treat Gabriel with kindness and love, he will feel the need to bring you pleasure, and show you just how much he covets you. For him, sex is a means of expressing his affection for you - it’s an act of adoration and gratitude.

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

He will NOT hurt you, ever, no matter how much you insist. You are the only person who has ever treated him right, and he cannot bear the thought of harming you in any way.

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

Enjoys giving, and is very enthusiastic about it. This boy will eat you out for hours, and has become fucking expert at it. He knows just how to angle his face, and use his teeth and tongue to cause you maximum pleasure. Your taste is heaven to him, and your needy moans and whimpers are music to his ears. He will edge you, he will overstimulate you, he will play your body like a violin, using his mouth and fingers alone.

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

Depends on the mood. Slow and sensual is his go to, but he can be rough if you ask him to. But regardless of the pace, Gabriel is ALWAYS very passionate, and completely dedicated to your pleasure. Also, this boy is inhumanly strong, so he may end up becoming rough without even realizing it - but in case it becomes too much, all you have to do is tell him, and Gabriel will apologise and treat you more gently.

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

Not opposed to them, but he prefers taking his time.

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

He’s willing to try anything, so long as it doesn’t cause you any actual harm. Hickeys and faint finger-shaped bruises happen a lot, since he doesn’t always calibrate his strength properly all the time.

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

Oh, he could go on forever. Remember he experiences pleasure exclusively through you, so he never gets tired of it.

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

Oh, yes, 100% a fan of toys, all of them meant to drive you utterly insane with pleasure.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The most unfair and maddeningly patient tease to ever walk this Earth. He will edge you until you’re crying and begging for release - and only then will he CONSIDER to maybe let you cum.

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

Low growls and muffled moans are the best he can do - although he may use your phone’s speaker to talk dirty to you.

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

Gabriel really enjoys sucking on and playing with your nipples. And, yes, he has actually made you cum by solely teasing and fondling your chest.

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

As I said, he uses a strap-on, which is just the right length and thickness to bring you maximum pleasure. In fact, the more I think about it, the more inclined I am to believe he consulted with you before buying it.

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

I would say his sex drive is medium to low, so unless you initiate it - case in which he will be delighted to take you to the bedroom - he will rarely bring it up. But he does have his moments, when he simply craves your passionate embrace.

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

It depends. Sometimes he falls asleep as soon as aftercare has been performed, and sometimes he stays awake a little while longer, just to watch you sleep peacefully by his side.

#malignant #gabriel may #gabriel may x reader #malignant imagine #gabriel may imagine #malignant x reader #gabriel may headcanons #malignant headcanons #tw dysmorphia

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baroquebucky · 3 years

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embrace

soulmate au where when you touch your soulmate you see glimpses of your future with them; the winter soldier touches you and realizes there’s so much more out there

series masterlist // previous // next

part three

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a/n: hi bffs !!! here is the third installment for my soulmate au !! i think I’ll make one or two more parts and then end it ! let me know what you guys think i love reading your thoughts !! <3 (bonus points if u find all the parallels heh)

You didn’t hesitate throwing your arms around him, tears flowing down your cheeks as you held onto him tightly. Bucky held you just as tight, burrowing his face in your shoulder and a smile on his face.

Bucky felt home. He felt the way he imagined the smell of freshly baked cookies would feel, he felt warm and fuzzy. Bucky felt happy.

“i- where have you been what happened i thought- we all- oh my god steve he’s been going crazy and-” you rambled, a smile on your face. You looked at bucky, he was just as tall as your remembered, his eyes a bit brighter and you felt your heart flutter.

“oh come in!” You chuckled, pulling him by his metal arm into your home, a smile on your face as you led him to your living room.

“i never introduced myself” he spoke, eyes on the ground as you prepared two cups of hot chocolate. You looked at him, laughing lightly.

“guess you didn’t huh” you replied, taking out the cups and putting in some marshmallows before walking back over to the couch, setting the two cups on the table and turning to face him.

“I’m y/n” you smiled brightly, extending your hand out. Bucky grinned, shaking your hand and introducing himself.

“I’m bucky” you felt your face heat up as he smiled at you, much different from the last time when you looked at each other.

“does Steve know you’re here? that you’re you?” you questioned, eyeing him to try and get read on his body language. He shifted slightly, taking a sip of his hot chocolate.

“not really no, i-” he hesitated before fiddling with his hands and speaking up again, “ive been laying low, i just couldn’t stop thinking about you and the visions i saw” he spoke, blushing and you couldn’t stop the smile on your face.

“i couldn’t either” you replied, looking at him before looking at the way the marshmallows melted into the hot chocolate. “I was so worried these past couple of months, i tried helping steve and Sam but it was so much and we were getting no where” you mumbled, heart falling as you thought of all your fruitless efforts.

Bucky noticed the way your voice trembled as you spoke and how you grilled the mug a little tighter. He felt his chest tighten.

“I’m here now doll” he spoke softly, moving to put your mug down and pulling you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

You relaxed into his touch, tears welling in your eyes once more, you let yourself lean into him, closing your eyes for a second and enjoying his embrace.

“i missed you so much, can’t believe i could miss someone i didn’t even know that much” you laughed, sniffling lightly as you pulled away

“we’re soulmates dollface, we’re meant to be” he smiled softly at you and you nodded, a small smile as you wiped away a couple stray tears.

It was easy to fall into comfortable conversation with each other. All laughs and giggles as you spoke, the sun high in the sky already and the city wide awake despite it being early in the morning.

You so happy to have bucky with you, a smile on your face as you started to think of all you had to show him, thoughts of the future you had seen made you giddy with excitement.

“oh you have to meet Sam! The two of you would be so funny together bickering all the time- oh also there’s this coffee shop i really like, very quaint but-” you rambled, trying to fit in everything you wanted to tell bucky.

“I’m moving” bucky cut you off, a frown on his face as he glanced over at you. He focused his gaze on you, stomach dropping when you stared at him with a confused expression.

“like here? to New York?” You were quiet, knowing that’s not what he meant. Bucky but his bottom lip in frustration before turning to you with sad eyes.

“romania, i cant be here- not while HYDRA is still out there and I’m wanted for everything I’ve done” bucky frowned. Your heart broke in your chest, you wanted to curl up and cry.

You just got him back. You had lost him twice already, you weren’t sure if you could handle a third.

“you can’t- i just got you back you can’t go” you shook your head, eyes watery already. You held his hand tightly and bucky wanted to badly to stay.

“i have to” he whispered, “you know i do.”

And you did, you knew this was his best chance and you had to let him go. You knew how painful it would be and how much you would miss him. You thought about the amount of time you had cried at night, wishing you could get to the future already.

But you also knew you would get your happy ending, you knew at some point in your life you would be happily in love and laughing in a meadow of flowers watching a sunset with him. And that’s what you held onto.

“promise me you’ll come back to me” you whispered, scooting closer to him, his hands still in yours.

“I always will doll” he smiled, slipping his hand out of yours and placing it softly under your chin, tilting your head so you could look at him. Your watery eyes met his baby blue ones, you swore they sparkled slightly.

“don’t worry your pretty head doll, we still have forever to be happy” he smiled, leaning in slightly. Bucky stopped centimeters away from your lips, your heart racing at his actions, you wanted nothing more than to kiss him.

“may i?” He whispered. You didn’t reply, instead you crashed your lips onto him. It was needy and rough, your teeth hitting each other at one point but you didn’t care. It felt like your heart were beating in sync, you felt whole.

You both pulled away, breathless before laughing lightly, your hair messy from his hands tugging at it. Bucky ran his hand through his hair, a charming smile on his face as you two regained your composure.

“if you kiss me like that again i don’t think I’ll let you go” you teased, heart heavy as he frowned slightly.

“what if i kiss you like this” he mumbled, softly placing his lips back onto yours. It was much gentler, softer and sweet. Your hand easily finding its way to his hair, fingers cascading through his soft hair. Bucky smiled into the kiss, giving you a soft peck before pulling away.

“you’re gonna be the death of me” you whispered, heart thumping in your ears. Bucky smiled at you sweetly, pulling you into his arms and holding you.

You wiggled a bit, laying your head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat, your eyes closing and falling asleep before you could even fight to stay awake.

Bucky woke you up at around 1 pm, shaking you gently. Your eyes opened slowly and you realized you were back in your bed, tucked in under your blanket.

“i waited a bit before bringing you back to bed, didn’t wanna wake you again” bucky smiled and you laughed, sitting up and yawning, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“i got some food for us, figured you’d be hungry” bucky spoke, rubbing the back of his neck nervously as you walked out of your room when you finished brushing your teeth and changing out of your pajamas.

You looked at bucky with a smile on your face, bounding over to him and tackling him with a hug, kissing his cheek. You silently thanked the universe for giving you bucky as your soulmate as the two of you talked while you ate.

Bucky had never felt so at ease, he wasn’t worried about someone kicking his door down or having to keep running. All he could focus on was the way you would smile anytime he laughed and the way you blushed when your eyes would meet.

The two of you spent the day together, cuddled up on the couch and watching a movie, just like you had seen the first time the two of you ever touched. You smiled to yourself while bucky focused on the movie, his hand mindlessly drawing circles on your arm as he held you. This was how it was meant to be, your soulmate by your side and the feeling of home.

But nothing ever seems to go as it should. By the time night came you were saying goodbye, both of you teary eyed as he held you tightly, not wanting to go but know he had to.

It had taken an hour to move from the couch to halfway to the door, both of you crying messes with soft giggles trying to cheer each other up.

Finally you had reached the door, both of you going through too many tissues and looking at each other with teary eyes and matching pink noses.

“before i go” bucky turned, pulling away from the handle and into his jacket pocket, you could hear the jingling of metal. “I want you to have these, until we can be together again” he smiled, holding out his dog tags.

You didn’t know what to say, tears flowing down your cheeks again as you looked at him. Bucky hugged you, letting you cry into his chest for a moment before you calmed down.

“are you sure buck? I mean they must mean so much to you” you looked at him and he smiled, nodding before easily putting them on you, his heart fluttering as he took in the sight of them on you.

“I’ll see you soon dollface” Bucky smiled, kissing your temple and you nodded, hands clutching his dog tags.

“see you soon lovebug, I’ll be waiting here for you” you smiled, loving the way he blushed at the new nickname.

When you found out about steve finding him in Romania you acted surprised, guilt washing over you for hiding the information from your friend but you knew it’s what bucky wanted.

You offered to go help him and Sam on the rescue mission but they stopped you, telling you it was best for you to stay out of this one. You wanted to argue but you couldn’t blame them, you had been a wreck after bucky left, barely sleeping and crying over your soulmate.

You didn’t expect the bombing at the UN, bucky being framed and the whole team falling out. You had been in New York the whole time, skipping out on the meeting with the accords because you just so happened to have the flu that week.

“oh yeah stay home i can’t afford you getting everyone sick” tony has spoken over the phone, hanging up on you, a frown on your face. Not ten minutes later did you get a notification saying food was being delivered to your house, nice warm soup along with some medicine to help you feel better.

You least expected steve flying you out to wakanda, eyes wide as you took in all the technology, heart thumping in your chest knowing bucky would be right around the corner.

You felt your heart stop as you saw him in a white tank top, running up to him and wrapping your arms around him. Your cheeks hurt from how much you were smiling and bucky held you tightly with his right arm, leaning into your touch.

“oh doll I’ve missed you so damn much” he mumbled, a smile on his face as the two of you held each other for the first time in months.

“missed you so much more james” you spoke breathless, pulling away before placing a gentle kiss on his lips, the two of you smiling and resting your foreheads against each other.

“y/n-” you pressed your lips to his, quieting him. Pulling away you looked at him with love in your eyes, heart racing as he smiled at you softly.

“Steve already told me” you explained, knowing how much it would pain him to tell you. Bucky nodded, his lips curling into a gentle smile as he looked at you. His eyes landed on the outline of his dog tags under your shirt.

“you still have ‘em on” he whispered his eyes soft and his heart melting as you nodded.

“I never take them off lovebug” you replied, holding his hand in your as he smiled up at you. Steve placed a hand on your shoulder signaling it was time.

You stepped away from bucky, his hand holding onto yours tighter, not wanting to let go. You made sure you kept his hand in yours, interlacing your fingers.

“You sure about this?” Steve spoke up and bucky nodded, a tight smile on his face as his eyes flickered between the two of you.

“i cant trust my own mind,” he chuckled dryly, “until they figure out how to get this stuff out of my head i think going back under is the best thing” he looked at you with a soft smile, “for everybody.”

You squeezed his hand, nodding your head softly. “don’t worry lovebug, I’m yours forever” you whispered, a smile on your face as he recognized the phrase as the same on you had spoke to him in the flashes when you first touched.

“I’m yours forever, doll” Bucky spoke, kissing your temple before slipping his hand out of yours, and stepping into the machine.

You stood next to Steve as the machine whirred, looking away as it froze over. Steve put his arm around you, leading you away.

You held onto the memories you had made months ago in your apartment. You held onto the flashes you had gotten of the two of you having a picnic in the meadow, giggling with the sunset in the background.

You held onto bucky, your hope.

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whaleofatjme1920 · 3 years

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Oh god please, more cheating and angst (hoodie? Tim? 👀👀👀) Idk u just write it so good and my aching heart feels better oddly because of it. I fuckn love angst djsjsjjdjdjd

Full Moon and Being A Horrible Person

[Masky X F!Reader]

[Warnings: language, physical cheating]

[AN: i love angst too]

The full moon makes us do weird things, it’s been well documented. From the people bouncing off the walls to inducing labor, all the way to making us make questionable decisions, the full moon is to blame, not him.

It was a full moon when he caught the eyes of a woman with dark, sweet chocolate colored eyes. She looked so beautiful under the lights of the bar, yellow illuminating her skin like it was gold.

She’d been flirting with him across the bar the entire night. Wry smiles, tapping her fingernails against the glass, twirling her dark hair and giggling when he caught her eyes and by extension, her attention.

“You know Reader isn’t gonna be happy with your behavior,” Hoodie had lightly chided him before downing more of his beer. “Why don’t you let me take over? I haven’t-”

“No,” Tim laughed, pushing at his best friend’s shoulder. “It’s harmless flirting,” he finished, watching Hoodie’s expression from the corner of his eye.

“If Reader was doing this, would you consider it harmless flirting?”

Kate excused herself from her conversation with one of the ladies from the booth behind the table she and her group shared, then turned her attention to her group leader. “He has a point,” she said, grinning when Hoodie leaned over the table to high-five her.

Tim rolled his eyes and began to lazily swish his drink. “It’s nothing, I promise.”

“You mean to say you haven’t emptied your balls in a few weeks and you’re desperate,” Hoodie deadpans, breaking his blank expression when Kate loudly laughs.

“Again, he has a point,” Kate smirked. “C’mon, let Hoodie or Toby take this one. Neither of them are in relationships and are less likely to get attached.”

Tim raises a brow at Kate. “Attached? What does that mean?”

Hoodie shares a look with the woman across from him who nods at him to explain what exactly she means. “She uh,” Hoodie awkwardly sips at his beer before biting the bullet completely. “C’mon man, you have an addictive personality. Pills, cigarettes, Reader…” He trails off before Tim hisses and punches Hoodie’s shoulder, roughly. Hoodie only barks a laugh and raises his hand up in submission. “I’m right, I’m always right!” He manages to choke out through remaining giggles.

“Can we just drop it for now?” Tim growls.

Kate rolls her eyes and then pulls a face to Hoodie, who stifles his laughter just barely before she turns back to her conversation with the ladies from the booth behind her. She’s up and out of her seat following a group of them to the other side of the bar, giggling and laughing as a woman with short pink hair holds her hand and weaves her through the crowds.

Hoodie feigns innocence before standing up. “I’m gonna find Tobes, who knows what he’s doing. Tearing up the dance floor, maybe?”

Tim watches as his best friend shuffles out from his seat, beer still in hand as he disappears into the sea of people. He sighs and crosses his arms over his chest. His dark eyes scan the bustling room full of bright, rainbow colored strobe lights and too loud music only to catch a glimpse of the full moon outside. It’s tinged pink, and seems to blossom the longer he looks at it. Due to where they’re currently at in the city, he can’t see the stars - much too much light pollution. A sigh is about to escape his lips when he feels a hand brushing over his, pulling him from the light of the full moon and onto the woman he’d been flirting quietly with all night.

“Never thought I’d get you alone,” she says, voice sweet like honey and smoother than silk.

Tim thinks about his words, his group’s chiding before mentally shrugging off all responsibilities. “I know, right?” He replies, voice low and deep, something charming and sweet.

She grins like the Cheshire Cat before playfully biting her lip. “I’m just passing through here,” she begins, “maybe we could… Have a few more drinks then head back to my hotel room?”

Tim feels a slight blush come to his cheeks before swallowing it back down. He smirks, leaning into her presence. “I’d love nothing more.”

The two of them knock back a few more drinks, the woman mostly choosing fruity things and Tim sticking to whiskey. Their touches become more and more bold, and their words more lusty and obscene by the moment. He has her sit on his lap and he whispers all the nasty things he wants to do to her and she gobbles it up, giggles and soft licks to the shell of his ear driving him up a wall.

And then, he follows her to her hotel. It’s a tangle of lips smashing against lips, hearts beating in sync and hands grabbing in the most inappropriate of places. Her clothes lie on the floor before getting covered up by his, her body following in suit.

Tim takes her. He drinks her in full and has her seeing the stars that were once only gazed upon by you. He touches her in ways you’ve never been touched and allows her to touch him in ways he’d always claimed were ‘too much’ for him.

When the deed is done, he’s cuddling her much like he would cuddle you, cigarette in his mouth and bliss on his face.

Tim stayed the night.

The next morning, he’s so groggy that he doesn’t even realize he’s still got her lipstick stains on his skin. He gets back in his car (failing to realize his group had to either walk back to the temp or hitch with someone else), and heads back to the only true home he’d ever considered.

It’s a few hours to your place, but he makes it, and that’s all that matters. Your car isn’t in the driveway, so he lets himself in. A quiet stumble to the bathroom and he sees he looks like a mess. The weight of what he did to you begins to sink in.

Tim turns the shower on and strips off his clothing - the clothes still linger with her perfume before he hops in and begins to furiously scrub at his skin. Tears well in his eyes. How could he do that to you? What kind of common sense was he lacking in that moment?

He continues to scrub, slowly coming to the realization that he’s going to do whatever it takes to hide this from you - you can never know. It was the light of the full moon, people always act crazy when the moon is in that phase, and he was drunk, like really drunk.

Excuses, excuses.

The water stops right when he hears the front door open. He hears your voice. You’re greeting him sweetly, like you always do.

He takes in a deep breath. You can never know.

It was only inevitable that you’d find out, though he’s surprised you went as long as you did without knowing. Tim hid it from you for months, and he probably could’ve kept it longer if he didn’t come with you to Target when you asked. You’d always been a fan of late night store runs, and he hadn’t gone on one with you in a while… What harm could it possibly do?

A lot. A lot of harm that surfaced the truth.

“I should’ve cuffed you when I had a chance!” The woman giggled as she came up beside you as you looked at the early Halloween decorations.

You raised a brow. “Excuse me?” You looked over to your boyfriend, whose face had gone pale. “I think you have the wrong…”

“You’re a lucky girl, y’know that?” She continued, brushing off your words. “He took me to the moon.” Her voice was so sultry and decadent. “Hope he takes you to the moon as well,” she says, her fingers trailing Tim’s arm.

He pulls away from her. “W...Who are you?” He says, attempting to sound confused.

The woman pulls a face before looking in between the two of you, her dark eyes glancing and putting together the pieces. Instead of being embarrassed or ashamed, she chuckles and begins to take off again. “I did you a favor, honey,” she calls over her shoulder, hips swaying as she turns down another aisle.

You don’t want to admit it, but now you know why Tim’s been so weird lately and nicer than usual. Sure, Tim is a sweet guy, but his behavior the past few months has been OVERLY nice, and now you know why. “What was that?” You ask, eyes narrowing and tears welling.

“Nothing, let’s just pay and get out-”

“I wanna go home.”

Tim moves to rest his hand on your shoulder, but you recoil as if you’d been burned.

A huge argument ensued when the two of you got back into the car, lots of harsh words were traded. He tried reasoning with you, he tried telling you how much he loved you, he tried everything in his power but he’d ruined a good thing.

You ended up pulling over on the side of the road, slamming the breaks, tears in your eyes and turned to him. “Give me the key to my house.”

“What? No-”

“Give. Me. The. Key. Tim,” you hiss, punctuating every word with stronger venom. You held your hand out.

Tim sighs deeply and reaches into his pocket, pinching the bridge of his nose as you harshly snatch the key from his awaiting hand. “It’s not like that, you know I love you-”

“Is that what you’re calling it? Cheating on me and then lying about it for months?” You rhetorically ask, growling and seething further and further. You feel rage wracking your system as it exhausts you further and further. You can’t bring yourself to look into his eyes, because if you do, you’ll melt.

“I’m telling you, it was to protect you,” he attempts again. “Let’s just, let’s just go home and-”

“Get the fuck out of my car,” you say, drawing in every remaining and residual strength you have as hot tears scald your cheeks.

“You don’t mean that-”

“I do.”

“Reader, baby please-”

“Get the fuck out of my car,” you repeat. You squeeze your eyes shut, shake your head and then turn back to the road. “Do it before I do something stupid.”

Tim feels his heart shatter, cracking on impact as it falls deeper and deeper. He shakily runs his fingers through his hair before sliding out of your car, slamming the door shut and watches as you drive off and out of his life. He wants to scream, or cry, maybe both at the same time? He’s not entirely sure yet. He just knows his world is crashing down and there’s nothing he can do about it.

He betrayed your trust and broke your heart all for one singular night of passion.

The emotionally distraught man looks up at the moon, finding no solace that it’s full again.

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years

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You're probably the main Félix simp blog on this site and you're so right about it, every time I draw him I love him even more, he's the perfect shape and has such a big heart and he moves so sensually, ugh I just love him

One, if you draw him while you follow me, you have to show it to me, it's the law. Second, he's worth simping over??? I mean??? lets fucking observe this man for a hot second.

First, we go over the obvious, his appearance;

He has just BEAUTIFUL hair. Like, it holds such a nice color to it, and the grayness? He really embraces it, as well as the rest of his hair? It's easy for a man to be self conscious about old age, but Félix ISN'T?? His ass knows his hair is immaculate (ESPECIALLY his chest hair, wish I had a non blurry image). Combine that with his full face and his lips that I totally look at a normal amount- my dude will take his handsome face to his deathbed (don't even get me started on his eyes, they're SO pretty, just the loveliest brown you've ever seen). Now let's look at this boys SIZE

Hes THICK. Like, dude built wide as SHIT, build like a fucking brick wall, but he's simultaneously short as SHIT. Short king XL, we fucking love it. But we ESPECIALLY love, you guessed it,

HIS HANDS. LOOK AT THEM. THEY'RE H U G E. SHE HAS TO HOLD ONTO ONE FINGER. THESE HANDS ARE MEANT FOR HOLDING,

FOR WOOING,

FOR SUPPORTING HIS WIFE? IMAGINE WHAT HE COULD DO TO MY ASSH-

And, if we ignore all of this, ignore the fact that he could seduce someone with his touch, with his looks, and his VOICE (seriously voice is for the gods), he's sexy over his PERSONALITY. HE LOVES HIS FAMILY.

HE HOLDS NO SECRETS TOWARDS MIRABEL, NOR HIS WIFE. HE IS SO OPEN WITH THEM, YOU CAN TELL HE ADORES HIS BB DOLORES, HIS DAD INSTINCTS ARE SO IN TUNED HE SAVED ANTONIO LIKE IT WAS NOTHING-

MY GUYS EXISTENCE IS SEXY. BUT HIM BEING AN HONEST, LOVING, ON THE FUCKING BALL DAD? THAT HITS THE DADDY ISSUES PART OF ME LIKE YOU WOULDN'T FUCKING BELIEVE. THE WAY HE SWOOPED IN FOR HIS BOY- I WANNA SUCK THIS MAN'S WHOLE ASS DICK. I COULD LITERALLY GO ON, BUT THERE'S A PICTURE LIMIT THAT HAD TO BE SAVED FOR THE MOST IMPORTANT PIECE OF EVIDENCE;

DUDE HAD MORE CAKE THAN THEIR WHOLE ASS WEDDING CAKE-

#asks #not transformers #encanto #SERIOUSLY #THEY BUILT A FUCKING DILF TO END ALL DILFS #LOOK AT HIM #HES A FLIRT #HES THICC #HES OLD #HE CARES #YOU KNOW HOW SEXY IT IS BEING A GOOD DAD #YOU KNOW HOW SEXY IT IS BEING IN LOVE AND BEING HONEST WITH YOUR WIFE #YOU KNOW HOW SEXY IT IS BEING THE OWNER OF SUCH BIG ASS FUCKING HANDS #THOSE HANDS HAVE PULLED WEEDS #AND I WANT THEM TO PULL MY HAIR #I CAN MAKE AN ESSAY

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love-amihan · 3 years

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| ʜᴏᴍᴇ | ᴊᴊᴋ | ᴀᴏᴛ | ʜǫ | ꜰɪʟᴏ | ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛs | ᴍɪᴍɪ |

AS YOUR CLASSMATES // TOKYO JUJUTSU HIGH STUDENTS

amihan's note: here's how i imagine them as the type of classmate based by my friends' chaotic energy. i don't make the rules, they radiate this energy big time, happy reading!

additional note: thank you to the person who reminded me of hakari's academic points, i owe you one 😁💛

-itadori yuji

deadass copies your homework the same day of passing

"oh we had homework?! can i copy yours" cue his puppy dog eyes

half of the time listening to the lecture, half of the time just doodles in his notebook

if you're his seatmate, oh my good luck

he will try and converse with you every single time during discussion

got called by the teacher, finally pipes down

though, gotta say he will be the type to excel in quizzes!

unexpectedly did well and one of the highest score in class

overall, you like him but hate him at the same time

-fushiguro megumi

oh boy, this guy straight up sleeps at the back of the class

will make you sit in front him so that the teacher won't notice him

[based on true event] came prepared, opens notebook, pen in one hand his head leaning on his other hand looking like he's writing down notes but in reality he's deep asleep

he's just tired, let him be

if you're paired with him, he def cooperates

the goat of groupworks

overall realiable classmate, he's just sleepy

-nobara kugisaki

always comes in class looking pretty!

you forgot your lash curler? she have one. oh you also need mascara? no worries she got you.

will gladly apply light makeup for you

pretty handwriting!!!

she listens attentively during discussion

don't start a conversation with her cause she will not stop once you do

the type to lend you her notes

overall, a sweetheart. love you kugisaki 🥺💛

-zenin maki

she's definitely a braid expert

during break time, you will always see her braiding someone's hair for them

active participation during discussion

top student

always excel at everything

also, always part of the honors list

the one who the teacher's call whenever no one answers

will willingly teach you the lesson you have a hard time understanding

oH the student who lets you copy during quizzes (kids u gotta study for quizzes, don't just copy others... but if you didn't, just ask them)

overall, would make a great study partner and most likely the source of many students

-panda

that one loud ass kid

always yelling during break time

but he's the fun one, will initiate playing a game if no one was doing anything

if he's close with the teacher, he will not answer the question asked seriously instead coming up with something witty and unrelated

ends up getting a warning, but after class the teacher is not really mad at him

vibes with so many teachers

will always make the class laugh with his wittiness

overall, the class clown

-okkotsu yuta

you know the good looking quiet kid that everyone secretly has a crush on? yeah that's him

surprisingly good at drawing, got his time to shine when arts were presented in front

i just know that this boy always carry a handkerchief with him

he always hold it in his hand fiddling with it

sits in front of the class

always being persuaded by the teacher who organizes pageant for the school but always says no bcs he's shy

fun to tease and tell jokes to

when you talk to him he's always laughing

"i didn't even say anything funny" he just smiles fidgeting with his handkerchief, say sorry and tell him a joke now!

overall, a quiet and average student

-inumaki toge

now this bitch, a menace

definitely your friend

"toge can you get my glasses?" this mf will purposely get it by the lens

you have your hair up in a bun? he never fails to miss a moment smacking the top of it and will have the guts to make buzzing noises while he's at it

doesn't take down notes saying he can just photocopy yours

also copies your homework, every goddamn time

but gotta admit that he effortlessly excels in one subject where you greatly struggle with, so it's kinda a win-win ig

worst type of tutor, he sometimes forget to tell you important details

also, the type to get reviewers from you

overall, i love you toge but i wanna strangle you sometimes

-hakari kinji

you don't see him often

teachers remember him but not in a good way

if ever he's in class, he sits at the back corner

doesn't participate much

if you're grouped with him he just agrees with whatever the group suggests, once in a while giving his own suggestion

his bag you ask? none.

only has a pen

will ask his seatmate for a piece of paper if ever he feels like taking notes

don't really have anything to say about him other than he's barely passing

will probably end up repeating a year due to his tardiness

overall, though he's mia once in a while he will still make a great classmate have group works with since he easily cooperates

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superlinn02 · 3 years

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Polkadot man x fem reader (part 1)

Obs:this story doesn't contain any mentions of she or her but it is implied that you start at the female part of the prison just like ratchatcer

Info:this will probably have some spelling mistakes because English is not my first language. This story might not be great because it's my first in awhile. Thanks for understanding

You shouldn't be here, you didn't fit in here. Well at least that's what you think, the ones that put u in this God forsaken prison seemed to think otherwise. I men sure you killed a cupel of people but they were gonna kill you first they just didn't get the chance.

Either way now you were stuck in this shit hole, not that living in the streets of Gotham were much better but at least you where free there. Here you were still the outcast you were out in Gotham, no friends and people acted like you didn't exist but that was all you had ever known so you didn't mind too much.

But then the day came, Waller walked in and apparently you were now part of a team. They all looked like idiots in your opinion well at least the ones you have meet so far, peacemaker, bloodsport and king Shark you thought their names were. Cleo you already knew of, not that u had ever talked to her,and that was it you thought until Waller backtracked to the guys wing again.

The man in front of u looked sad and if the eyes truly were the window's too one's soul, his showed everything about him at least to you. The frown on your face was probably very visible when you realized that all the information you were gonna get about this man was that they call him polkadot man. How was that fair even you had gotten more of an introduction and their really wasn't much to say.

The debriefing came and went and now you were sat between cleo and Abner krill as you learnt his name was in the helicopter. It was pretty awkward and your social awkwardness didn't help at all so you let the others handel the talking.

"so what do we do when we land?" it was Cleo asking.

"we won't land, we are gonna jump into the water. Less noise." peacemaker answered fast. One could easily tell he wanted to be the leader but had to deal with not getting his way.

Abner hadn't really talked efter telling you all his name but then again neither had you. But hearing the word swimming made that change real quick.

"whoa! whoa! Hold up nobody said anything about swimming!" you quickly stated before anyone could change subject again.

"yes, you have a problem with that?" this time it was bloodsport that answered.

"no, I just don't like getting wet." you said while looking at your hands. You didn't really want anyone of these "super villians" to know you were a bad swimmer.

You didn't get to dwell on it for too long however because in the corner of your eye you saw a small movement. You shifted so you could get a closer look at what was happening only to see Abner trying his best to hide something on his neck.

You were about to ask him if he was okay but before you could get the chance it was time to get in the water. It went surprisingly well, at least thats what you thought. You probably looked like you were in fact drowning, but at least you made it. You all made it to the shoore and went on to make camp.

You were at the back of the group on the way to your camp spot and that's when you saw it. Abner neck had a bump, that wasn't the weird thing however, nope the weird thing was that it was glowing a in your opinion quite beautiful blue.

"hey, are you okay?" you wisper to him. You didn't wanna make a big deal out of it, but something in you at least wanted to make sure he was okay.

He seemed to freeze up before a quick yes escaped his lips and he continued walking without so much as looking at you.

It may have seemed rude to others but you didn't mind. He seems like a withdrawn kind of person but so were you so you completely understood. However, much to your dismay and probably Abners too the others in your little group also noticed what had happened to Abner.

"hey! What happened to your face?" peacemaker asked seeming more concerned over himself other than Abner.

"it's just a rash" it came out fast and quiet, as if Abner were scared that if he talked louder something bad would happen.

"that's a rash?!" it was peacemaker again seemingly more self concerned then before.

Not much more was said about the subject and that seemed to please Abner. You however was curious now and hade to at least try and get him to talk to you. There was something about him that was drawing you in, something that actually made you want to get to know him be his friend. Hmm a friend now that wasn't something you had a lot of.

The campsite was not much of a campsite at all but you felt it better to keep your mouth shut. But this felt like the perfect moment to get to know Abner or anyone in this squad for that matter. However when you turn to look for Abner he was gone, probably took the first opportunity that he got to get away a bit. So you decided to see what Cloe aka ratchatcer 2 was up too.

Not before long everyone except you seemed to be sleeping. You were sitting on a log staring at the scenery when a rustel startled you. Your eyes snapped to Abners sleeping bag only to see that the bumps hade been growing and started to disform his pretty face... Wait pretty? When was that something you thought about anyone? Maybe being doomed to die did something to you.

But you didn't get to dwell on it for too long because as quickly as he hade moved he had moved on to the bushes right besides your camp. You were thinking about going after him and make sure he was okay but you didn't even get the chance to stand up before a rainbow of sorts seemed to be coming frome the bush.

Without even noticing you where sneeking closer and closer to what you assumed was Abner. You got about halfway there before he came back out looking exactly like at the prison before you left,well expect he had his undershirt on instead of his costume.

"are you okay? And I don't want you to brush it off this time." in hindsight you maybe sounded a little demanding but you didn't like death so you wanted to make sure.

"yes, I comes with my powers. It won't infect you I promise." his answer shocked you. Had nobody cared about him and just asked because they were scared? That didn't sit right with you at all.

"I wasn't asking because I was afraid, I was asking because I don't want you dead." you said that and then immediately regretted it. You didn't meen to sound so concerned and scared but in truth you were, so you guessed that was the reason.

However neither you nor Abner didn't get to think on it, because one of your team mates tried to eat another one of your team mates. The shark still scared you a bit but he seemed to agree to not eat you so it was a step in the right direction. That didn't mean you weren't taking precautions, you took your sleeping bag and moved it to where Abner was sleeping.

In the morning you were surprised to wake up to brown eyes watching you. It didn't make you uncomfortable at all, it made you feel seen and in a weird kinda way you hoped he would look at you more. But he didn't seem the kind to like eye contact.

The moment however was quickly broken by bloodsport yelling to get up and get our asses on the move. Apparently we were to find someone named Rick Flag. The camp he was being held at wasn't to far away and when you got there you weren't surprised that bloodsport and peacemaker were having some kind of killing contest.

You didn't do much because of your dislike to killing people so while they were brutally making their way through camp you quietly followed after. But you got wreckless and when you though everyone was dead you went out in the open. That was your mistake because a second later you heard guns clocking and people saying stuff you couldn't understand. You really thought this was it your last time on earth your last living moment, and your eyes went to his. At the time you didn't know why but it felt right.

His eyes weren't on you tho, no they were focused on something behind you. Before you knew what was happening he moved and stretched out his arms. Out of them came what you could only discribe as polkadots, quite beautiful if you got to say so.

You could only hear the comotion behind you and then the world was quiet again. Your eyes never left him and you could only wagly hear peacemakers comment about the polkadots. You desperately wanted to thank Abner in whatever way you could. But the moment was cut short by Abner himself.

"sorry it's so flamboyant" was all he said still not really looking at anyone.

"I think it's beautiful" you heard yourself say. You wanted to smack your hand over your mouth but the words had already left so what was the point.

Everyone else didn't really seem too care and quickly went to check on flag. And when you also started to turn around and leave, you chought his eyes again but only for a moment. You could feel your cheeks getting warm at that, damn him and his pretty eyes! But that also when you heard it, so quiet but still there.

"do you really mean that?" it was Abner, still behind you but seemingly closer.

"Of course I do, I may be the bad guy but a lier I am not." you said while turning to face him again. When you saw his face again you gave him a smal smile but a genuine one, then turned around to meet this new person you had never herd of before.

#polka dot man #Polkadot man x reader #Polka-dot man x reader #Polka-dot man #abner krill #I am a superhero #X reader #Suicide squad #The suicide squad

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one-piece-aus · 3 years

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Nami x Male Reader headcanons? Or scenarios?:) Thanks and love u

Hi Anon, hope you don't mind me turning this into one of the Whumptober pieces.

Whumptober Day 4

Nami x Male Reader

TW: Violence, Blood, and Self Sacrifice Death

(Mainly takes place with pre-strawhat Nami)

"[Y/N]?!"

"Huh?" Luffy turned to Nami, completely confused. "You know this guy, Nami?"

"Know him..?"

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You watched her get thrown in the cell with you, she didn't let it happen without a fight though, you admired that. Stealing from pirates often is dangerous so one should be prepared to defend yourself. You knew full well after getting... caught by them.

Once the guard left, after saying a few rude comments to her, you glanced over at her. She had short ginger hair, and these big brown eyes that were already scanning over the entire cell. You wondered if she was claustrophobic, but you dismissed the thought since her face was calmer than one afraid of tight spaces.

"I'm guessing this isn't your first you've been captured by pirates?" you guessed, staring a bit of small talk. You only got an annoyed grunt in response. "I already tried finding a fast way out, it's not going to work."

"Oh yeah, how do you know, mister smart guy?" She questioned turning to you and crossing her arms.

"My name's [Y/n]," you informed her, putting on a serious yet genuine expression to show you weren't going to mess with her. "I've been here for a week, I've tried the easy way out already but it bust. I did start calculating a new escape plan but I have to wait one more day to make it work. I can take you with me if you want to get out of here."

"Yeah right, how can I know you won't just leave me behind or backstab me later?" She asked, her wary eyes narrowing at you.

"I guess you'll just have to trust me," you shrugged.

"My name's Nami."

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"Wait, can you hand me that white tarp?" you whispered to Nami, stopping in front of a particular door.

"What- why?"

"I came here for their treasure, and I'm not leaving without something." You knelt down and began to pick the lock. "You can go on ahead, whether you wait for me or leave in your own row bo-"

"Like hell I'm letting you be the only one leaving with treasure!" Nami told you, grabbing two tarps.

You smirked at her words, she was just your type.

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"They're going to be happy when they see this treasure."

"Who's they?" Nami inquired, rather curious who you're referring to.

"My siblings," you replied, gazing at the sea. "Our parents died, and our town doesn't offer work to children. I had to provide for them somehow so I started stealing from pirates... even when I became old enough to work, no one would hire a thief like me, despite me only ever taking from pirates."

"I know how you feel..." Nami told you. Glancing at her, you saw her holding her left shoulder while looking down. "My mother died... and I needed to help my... my family."

"Heh, I'm glad I help someone like you out instead of some bandit." You smiled, nudging her to make light of the situation.

"Me too... wanna work again sometime?" she asked.

"Sure."

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"Woah! Hey! Over here, dumbasses!" You shouted at the pirates to draw their attention away from Nami.

"Get him, men!" Their captain ordered, pointing his sword at you.

'Thank you' Nami mouthed to you before she scurried away with the treasure.

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"I'm over here, meatheads!" Nami taunted the angry pirates, sticking her tongue out.

They charged towards her as you winked at her and tipped toed to where the rowboats were held.

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"Nami!" You cried when one of the men grabbed her by the collar of her shirt. You grabbed a sword and swung at the pirate. "Let her go!"

You slashed the man's side and he let go of her, yelping in pain and dropping his other weapon. Nami rushed to you, tugging your arm to run with her, and you both fled the scene with only a small portion of the treasure.

"Why did you come back for me?" Nami asked gazing down at her hands after the loot was split evenly.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"We just steal treasure together... why would you risk your life to get me when you could've gotten away with all the treasure?"

"I don't like the thought of you being capture..." you admitted to her, scratching the back of your neck. "Besides, you probably would've done the same, I trust you."

But Nami was unsure if would.

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"Take that you scum!" one of the pirates mocked you as they kept beating you.

"Hey!"

The pirates turned to see Nami, standing there. No... what was she doing here? She should've ran.

"Uh- I saw some man sailing away on your rowboat," Nami said and pointed in the direction of the docks.

"Ah! That was our way back to the ship!"

The pirates dashed away from the scene to try and catch their ride. Nami rushed over to your side, kneeling down, worry and distress written on her face. She checked your bruises and cuts to see if there were any fatal injuries.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry I didn't come sooner I-" Nami gasped when you hugged her tightly.

"What were you thinking?!" You held her closer, your body screamed at you but you ignored their cries. "They could've gone after you..."

"I..." Nami's eyes began to water. "I didn't want to leave you behind."

Tears fell, and both of you would've stayed like that but you knew you had to move.

"Please... don't put yourself in danger next time," you begged her, resting your chin on her shoulder.

"As long as you're not in danger..."

"Alright..."

You needed to make sure this never happened again.

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"I'll cut you a deal," the pirate captain offered, standing on the outside of the cell. He opened the latch for food and slid in two revolvers. "I'll let one of you go if you shoot the other."

"No way!" Nami shouted at the pirate, completely against the idea of even aiming a gun at you.

"It's either that or I kill you both!" The captain stated. "And let me tell you girlie, it'll be a slow and painful death."

"Guess we have no choice then," you calmly say, picking up one of the guns, catching Nami off guard.

"You... You can't be serious!" Nami yelled, feeling the press of a ghost knife to her back.

"I am..." You aimed the gun at her.

"It's either him or you now, sweetheart," the pirate commented, amused by this.

"No..." Nami eyes were wide, and her body was shaking.

"Do you trust me?" You asked her with a stoic face, but in your eyes, it told her enough that everything was going to be alright.

"Yes..."

"Good." You brought the revolver to the side of your head and pulled the trigger.

Sound disappeared from the world as Nami saw you drop on your side to the floor, a large hole in the side of your head. With the amount of blood leaking out, it was common sense to know you were dead. Nami felt her heart drop and she was too stunned to even process what just happened.

She couldn't believe you were gone...

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"I thought he was dead..."

Part 2

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