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kitybur · 9 months

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𝐛𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐞𝐫 | 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐲

⌦ in which you are a rather popular streamer, and get invited to a cut’s buzzer dating video.

— warnings: pronouns not mentioned, swearing, use of real name

| this is a draft from a while ago, idk why i was obsessed with the buzzer dating vids from cut's but here we are |

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you were anxiously waiting in the room the producers had showed you when you first came into the building. it was a small comfy area; plush green couches and chairs with light blanket throw overs and soft pillows.

it was almost a mystery how you ended here. cut had emailed your team and asked if you were available to shoot a dating video for their channel. although it was a weird offer, you agreed nonetheless, hoping to maybe find someone out of it.

you rubbed your sweaty hands on your jeans as a woman walked into the room. she had just taken her turn but must’ve been buzzed since she came back. this worried you.

“how’d it go?” one of the other women asked. the one who had returned smiled and shook her head.

“he’s cute, but i’m not his type.” she paused, sitting down in a chair and looking over to you. “i really hope you get him, or someone in this room does.” you smiled nervously at her in thanks. just as she moved on to speak again, one of the crew members motioned you to come out.

it was now your turn. deep breath in. deep breath out.

you stood and walked out. the room was a dull white and had two chairs and a table with a button in the middle. you put a confident smile on your face as the man sitting in the chair spoke.

“hi! im alex!” his tone was rather soft, definitely not what you expected once taking in his appearance. he had shoulder length brown fluffy hair, the top of it hidden by a black beanie. his shirt baggy along with his jeans. you couldn’t deny that it was attractive.

you stuck out your hand, his instantly meeting it in a tight grip. “it’s nice to meet you, alex. i’m y/n!” you let go of his soft hand to pull out your chair and sit down.

“are you nervous?” he asked with a slight chuckle. in all honesty, he had felt the shake in your hand when he shook it, he wanted to make sure you were okay.

you let out a little laugh back. “just a little. this is all a little nerve wracking. are you?”

alex nodded, expanding his hands on the table. “a little, yeah. can i ask, how old are you?” he seemed nervous at the question, but you didn’t take it to heart. you would’ve asked the same thing eventually.

“of course! i’m twenty. how about yourself?”

“i’m twenty-one! nice that we’re around the same age.” you agreed with a soft smile. you went to ask a question when the button started to talk.

“what do you guys do for a living?” the robotic voice was loud and clear, coming from the tiny box in front of you. you both stayed silent for a moment, taking in what the button said before speaking up.

“i, uh, stream on twitch, sometimes.” you shrugged, feeling slightly embarrassed. alex looked at you with wide eyes, and you felt like you were a goner.

“no way! i stream on twitch too!” you let out a breathy laughed, shaking your head.

“damn, really? well, i’m glad we have that in common.” he stayed silent with a small smile plastered on his face. the button glowed red and you were sure he was going to press it.

“y/n is into humours people.” the button turned blue again and you felt your stomach doing flips. he didn’t press it.

“oh, really?” alex asked, eyes making contact with your own orbs. you nodded, making his face light up more. “i just happen to be the most funniest person alive.”

“i love the confidence, it’s hot.” you immediately bring your hand to your mouth as a way to shut yourself up.

“what did you say?” please, button. shut up.

alex was laughing, not at you but at the bright pink dusting your face he saw when you removed your hand. “oh, god. i’m sorry!”

“no, no, no, no! i’m flattered to know you think i’m hot. you’re not too bad yourself, mi amor.” your face was a shade darker of pink while his was light. this guy could be a flirt if he wanted.

“do you find each other attractive?”

you swallowed the lump in your throat, holding your own hand under the table. “yeah-yes. i do find him attractive.” you might’ve felt like dying right then and there.

“i too, find y/n attractive.” alex said in a sly tone. you stared at each other for a few moments before it was ruined by the room lighting up red by the button once again. you watched alex's eyes drop down to the button, then back to you. but he made no move to press it, and neither did you.

"this is the second time, and neither of you have pressed." said the button, turning blue. "do you wish to see each other outside of this video?"

you nodded, quickly, causing alex to laugh. "i would love to see him after this, if he'll have me." you gave a small wink and shy smile. alex shook his head.

"i'd love to have you, you don't even need to ask." you laughed lightly, trying to get rid of the warm feeling in your stomach and the tight knots twisting.

"go on, give each other a hug to end it off." alex stood out of his chair, slowly walking over to you and reaching a hand out. without thinking twice, you reach out and let him help you stand. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, while his secured around your waist. he swayed you both for a moment or two before letting go, but not going too far.

"you guys are free to go now, hope you work out!" a female producer called out, clapping her hands along with a few other workers. you made your way towards the exit, slightly embarrassed and took a deep breathe as you reached outside.

"hey!" you turned around to see non other than alex, hands on his hips. "leaving so soon?" he smirked.

"not without my prize." you flirted back, stepping closer. his eyes widened and he let out a huff.

"speaking up now are we?" he let his palm rest against your jaw and he rubbed thumb rub back and forth. just when you thought he was going in for a kiss, he pulled back. "would love for your number so we can continue this."

you stared at him, mixed emotions in your eyes. lust, confusion, and even anger. sad to say, you may have desperately wanted to kiss him there.. who wouldn't have? in your haze state, you pulled out your phone and handed it to him. he punched in his number and handed your phone back to you. alex told you that he needed to leave to stream, which you understood. he pressed a kiss to your forehead and turned around.

as you watched him walk away, you thought about what would have happened if you didn't agree to do this video. but quickly put that thought behind you, because you had potentially met your future lover. you were definitely going to be stalking his stream before you had to start your own for the night.

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a/n: bye lol i rushed the ending i didnt know what to put LMAO. ok i hope you enjoyed.

#quackity x y/n #quackity imagines #quackity x reader #quackity #quackity x you #quackity smp #qsmp quackity #dsmp x reader #qsmp x y/n #qsmp x reader #dsmp x you

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tteokdoroki · 11 months

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☆༉ — KATSUKI BAKUGOU. all my life i’ve dreamed of you.

about. you think that he was made for you. im in the mood for some fluffy husband!bakugou !!

warnings. none. sfw, fluff & gn!reader.

“i don’t mean to be corny,” you say late one night, nosing up the side of katsuki’s neck. “but i think i dreamt you up.”

it’s routine for the two of you to be up together for at least an hour before your husband drifts off — bakugou is old fashioned, he doesn’t believe in blue light and phone screens before bed so you’ll often catch him reading a book recommended by momo in the time leading up to his beauty sleep.

you’ll never understand how he manages to fall asleep upright, but for tonight you convince him to lay back with you in the sheets so you can nuzzle your face into his plush chest.

you feel his ruby gaze on you before you meet it — pulled away from the words in his book. “whaddya mean by that, gorgeous?” bakugou chuffs in amusement, a faint smile tugging on the corner of his lips while he shoves his thumb into the spine of his book to bookmark the page.

“when i was little, i dreamt of someone who loved me,” you start by choosing your words carefully — bakugou has always been a man spooked by love he doesn’t think he deserves and even after all this time together, he still has his doubts as to whether or not he believes you should waste an ounce of time on him. he’s come a long way since when you first started dating. but sometimes even the strongest of people need convincing of why they should get to be loved.

bakugou doesn’t run or flinch away, instead he stills his lungs locked away in his chest and waits with baited breath for the blow you might deal him. the doubts start to cloud his mind. “someone who cared for me the way that they do on tv, someone who adored me the way my grandpa loved my grandma…you get it.” you continue, drawing a heart on his stomach with invisible ink.

“yeah, i get it.” the blonde rasps apprehensively.

you push yourself up, bracing yourself on the tussled fabric on bakugou’s side of the bed to cage him in — glassy, tired eyes searching through the soul that swirls in his own. “what i’m trying to say, is that i’ve dreamt of moments like this all my life and now i’ve finally found the person to share it with. no one has ever loved me the way i wanted to be,” from this position you can see the faded constellation of barely there freckles that decorate bakugou’s skin. you see the war he lived and died through etched into worry lines and creases in his skin. you see it all and you love it all. perfectly imperfect just how you imagined it to be.

“not until i met you, kats. you’re the only person who’s loved me enough for me.”

the exhale your husband lets out expels the fear from his chest and replaces it with a glowing feeling — a happiness in the shade of warm toned yellows and oranges. it illuminates katsuki’s face, eases his stress lines and fills him with reassurance.

“i’ll love you enough f’the both of us. always.” he respond, folding a doggy-ear into the corner of the last-read page in his book. bakugou shoves it to the side and let’s his calloused hand cup the back of your neck — it’s weight reminding you of his presence, letting you know that he’s not going anywhere. katsuki is your dream and yours alone.

swooping down, you paint his lips with a feather light kiss and hum at the taste of minty fresh toothpaste intertwined with his promise of forever on them.

“you’ll have to let me give some of that love back,” you say, contentedly. “i need you to know how much of me still loves and dreams of you.”

#bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou fluff #bakugou imagines #bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #bakugo fluff #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki fluff #bakugo drabble #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha fluff #mha fluff #mha x reader #✧ ₊˚੭ — writing #tteokdoroki #✧ ₊˚💭੭ — aali just posted

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cmncisspnandmore · 6 months

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Troublesome feelings

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley X Reader

Warnings; Mentions of depression, sad, mentions of not eating.

Summary: Life when simon is away can be hard.

Beta Reader:

A/N: Hi, i wrote this during a really dark place. Its probably not that good but I needed it so I wrote it. In case someone else needs it too. Its unedited, and not beta read, so if there are mistakes im sorry. Honestly im just proud of myself for posting this.

The darkness that settled over the apartment was similar to the darkness that currently occupied every corner of your mind. The kind of darkness that made it hard to breathe, or move. The kind of darkness that caused tears to prick in your eyes but never fall. Because even crying at this point was too much effort. Everything was too much and not enough at the same time.

So you laid on the plush gray couch in the living room, the room void of all light except the small glow from the clock on the entertainment center. The only sounds were the neighbors, going about their days. Completely unaware of you being locked in your own personal hell.

The clock blinks; 3:32pm, it had been hours since you moved. Almost an entire day since you had anything to eat or drink. The hunger had subsided a while ago, now nausea swirled in your gut. Making even the thought of food repulsive, not that you had any intention of getting up at all. You would gladly rot on this couch for the rest of your life if you could.

You stare blankly at the light gray wall, the paint slightly chipped from the furniture banging up against it when you and Simon moved in.

You and Simon had been dating for almost a year when he asked you to move in with him, explaining that he never really used his apartment anyways. Between being away on a mission and training he was basically paying for a place to hold his furniture. You broke your lease on your flat and moved into Simons a month later. His apartment was pretty bare when you first moved in, only the essentials, a few dishes, a bed, a small uncomfortable couch and a kitchen table that looked like it had seen better days.

Simon had groaned when you made him go furniture shopping the first time, but he never argued with the choices you made. He would give you a nod of approval over the big items like the couch, and new kitchen table. But he allowed you to pick out all the other decor, even down to the throw pillows for the bed he didn't understand. The night the couch was delivered the delivery people didn't bring it into the apartment, they left it on the side of the road for you to figure out. So when you called Simon who was on his way home from the gym and told him about what happened he laughed. Then the two of you struggled to get the large item up the flight of stairs and into the new living room. It had gone fairly well until at some point the couch leg scraped against the wall leaving a white scratch on the light gray wall.

Now the scratch was nothing more than a reminder that 90% of the time you were alone here. Simon has been on missions more and more recently, leaving you alone in the apartment. Leaving you with your thoughts.

The same thoughts that often told you that the world was better off without you.

That Simon was better off without you.

It was those thoughts that led you here.

Laying on the couch, staring off into space.

You pull the throw blanket up over your head, blocking out the light of the clock. Cloaking you in complete darkness, the air under the blanket quickly becomes heavy and hot. Your lungs struggle to take in full breaths of the stifling air but you don't move. Letting the burn overtake everything else you were feeling.

This is how Simon found you when he came in a little after 5am. He was exhausted, his gear felt 100 pounds heavier than normal. After almost 3 months in the field, with little to no sleep every night, all he wanted to do was crawl into bed with you. He wanted to pull you close to his chest, feel your soft skin against his. He drops his bag at the door and pulls off his tactical vest and drops it onto the empty kitchen counter.

He pulls his handgun out of the holster and emptied the chamber and removes the magazine before he opens the hallway closet. He unlocks the safe in the bottom of the closet and places it inside. Once it's safely away in the safe, he unties his boots, and pulls off his skull balaclava before tossing it onto the counter.

“Love?” He calls softly as he steps into the living room and sees you laying on the couch under the blankets. He comes to sit at what he hopes is your feet and gently tugs the blanket from your head. His hands drag across the soft material, as he slowly reveals your face. You looked as exhausted as he felt.

“Lovie? Are you okay?” Simon's voice is soft as he reaches out and brushes some of your hair away from your face.

“How long are you home for?” You mumble, your voice is hoarse from the lack of use over the last few days.

“A while.. Why?” Simon asks, his hands coming to rest on your hip, his fingers squeezing lightly.

“Are you sure? Or are you going to randomly be called away in the middle of the night without explanation, or contact for 3 months?” you whisper and Simon sighs softly.

“Baby, you know I have to go when they call. It’s part of my job, I'm sorry I wasn't able to contact you.. It was a need to know mission.. If i could have called you i would’ve… trust me hearing your voice would have been like a dream come true over hearing MacTavish’s loud mouth.” Simon leans back against the couch, his arm draped over the top as he watches you carefully.

You let out a shaky breath, “I'm drowning here Simon…”

“What do you mean love?” He asks, his brow laced with concern.

“I feel like I'm underwater, and no matter how hard I swim I can't get to the surface. Every time I get close it feels like something is waiting to just drag me right back down to the bottom. I’ve been laying here for days, barely moving because it feels like too much. Breathing is too much…” Your eyes fill with tears as you look at him, even in the terrible lighting he was still breathtakingly beautiful.

You told him once he looked like an angel, and Simon had laughed, really laughed. He told you that angels didn't have scars like his. But you argued with him about it, saying that there was no way that they didn't have some sort of scars. Especially when they spent eternity protecting humans. Simon had sighed, knowing that he wasn't going to win that argument any time soon.

“Why haven't you told me sooner?” Simon asks, as he fully pulls the blanket off you, and reaches under you and pulls you into his lap. He settles you on his lap, his arms wrapped around your middle, your head tucked under his chin.

“Because I didn't want you to worry while you were in the field,”

“Of course I'm going to worry about you, I always worry about you. I just wish you told me you were feeling like this beforehand. I mean, Baby, it would kill me if something happened when I wasn't here…” SImons hands rub small circles on your waist.

“I need help Si..” you whisper, your throat tight with emotion.

“Then we’ll get you some help, Love. Okay? We’ll get you some help.”

“Simon?” Your voice cracks.

“Yes Lovie?”

“I love you..”

“I love you too, how about we go take a hot shower, and then make something to eat, and then we can take a long nap. And when we wake up we can call around and find you a doctor or someone to talk to, okay?” Simon pulls you impossibly closer.

“Okay..” you whisper and with that Simon puts his hands under your thighs and lifts you, walking you both towards the bathroom. He sets you down on the bathroom counter before he turns towards the shower. You watch as he adjusts the water to the right temperature then comes over, pulling his black shirt off in one smooth movement. His chest and abs are a rippling wall of muscle. If you were feeling better you would have jumped him right then and there. But even now, with Simon standing in front of you wearing his black jeans slung low on his hips. The only thoughts that flooded your brain was that this was the first shower you’d be taking in almost a week.

“Arms up, Baby,” Simon whispers, tugging at the bottom of the shirt you were wearing. You reluctantly put your arms up and Simon pulls your shirt off and unclasps your bra. Before he grabs your hips and pulls you off the counter, before he slides your shorts down. Once you are completely naked he guides you into the shower with a hand on your lower back. You step into the hot water and let it wash over you.

After a few moments Simon's large frame steps into the shower behind you, out of the corner of your eye you see him reach for the various soaps you have on the shelf. He grabs your shampoo and starts to massage it into your hair. He spends time rinsing your hair and then lathers a washcloth and spends more time than you do, making sure you’re thoroughly scrubbed. You stand under the hot stream as Simon makes quick work of washing himself before he turns off the water and grabs two towels.

He wraps one around you and then wraps the second around his waist. Once you both are out of the shower he dries off quickly changing into a pair of black sweatpants and one his signature black hoodies. You start to dry yourself off, and change into a pair of your own sweatpants, and one of Simons’ black hoodies.

Simon’s large hand rests on your lower back as he guides you into the kitchen towards the table where he pulls out a chair for you. As you take a seat you watch Simon walk over to the fridge and the cabinets, opening them before he turns to you.

“What do you want to eat?” He asks quietly, his hands resting on the back of the chair opposite of you.

“Something small… Toast? And maybe some blueberry tea?” You ask.

Simon gives you a small nod before going about fixing you something to eat, your attention turns to the window in the kitchen. The sun is starting to rise, the sky painted an orangey pink, the wispy clouds making it look like someone painted the scene. Why couldn't you just feel better? You felt guilty having Simon take care of you like this. You should be able to shower yourself, and make your own food. But the thought of even trying to do those things makes you want to curl back up on the couch. Hide away under the blankets again and never come out.

Simon startles you when he places the plate of toast and cup of blueberry tea down in front of you. You had been lost in your thoughts and hadn’t heard him come over to the table. He sits across from you, his own breakfast in front of him, his plate piled with toast, and fruit. A large mug of black tea next to him.

“Thank you,” you whisper, as you take a few bites of the toast.

“Of course, love.”

You both sit in silence as you eat, it takes you longer to eat than Simon, his plate sits empty on the table as he sips his drink. His large hands covered most of the mug, obscuring the skull face pattern on it. You glance down at your half eaten toast and partially empty tea before pushing the dishes away, your stomach turning from finally eating after a few days.

“You done?” Simon asks, reaching for the dishes and stacking them on top of each other.

“Yeah.. Sorry.. I just.. I can't eat anymore,” you whisper, looking down at your folded hands in your lap.

“It's okay, I'm proud of you for eating what you could,” he smiles as he clears the dishes.

Simon walks over to you after putting the dishes in the sink and takes your hand, his brown eyes soft as he smiles at you. “Let's go take a nap, yeah?”

You give him a small nod as he pulls you to your feet and walks with you into the bedroom. He climbs into the bed under the covers and pulls them back for you, patting the bed next to him. You carefully climb in and he pulls you against him. His chest to your back, his head resting in the space behind your shoulder as he anchors his arm around your waist. You close your eyes, matching your breathing to his, and soon you both start to drift off. For the first time in what seems like forever, the world doesn't seem quite as dark.

#simon x reader #simon riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #cod #cod mwii #cod mw2 #ghost #ghost cod #ghost x you #ghost x reader #cod x reader #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #sad #comfort #depression

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 9 months

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Any tips possibly, for drawing Barnaby’s ears and making them floppy? I find that with how fluffy I like to draw them (similarly to you) it’s hard to show gravity laying them down on his shoulders and such. (Also if you see this I REALLY REALLY LOVE YOUR ART, YOUR HUMOR AND YOUR WAY OF TEXTING AND SUCH AND YOU ARE SUCH A BIG INSPIRATION TO ME IN MANY WAYS!! 💙💚)

i can sure as hell try!!! my scribbling process is very much a Subconscious thing so let me know if all of this is too vague / doesn't make Any sense, cause trying to translate it is Tough

okay so

the first Important thing is to visualize Barnaby's ears as physical objects. they have weight, volume. im just now realizing i could have used Clown's ~official site~ art to help clarify, oops. we'll have to do with my own scribbles. they'll mold to whatever manipulates them - not to the extent of water, but they're plushy.

personally, i view them as beanbags, or half-stuffed pillows - or water balloons. thick, and having a specific Shape but not solid. i always start with the basic shape before adding the fluff, as shown below. the "meat" of the ear, the heaviest part and the most affected by gravity, will distort the most when manipulated, and the volume will distribute

then when adding the fluff, keep in mind that the fur/plush folds with the grain. like if you have a pet, and you press your hand to their side, their fur will kinda bend and be "pinned" under your hand.

also! it helps to test this out yourself. if you have a beanbag, or a water balloon, a pillow with depleted stuffing - mess around with em. study how the shape changes and how the volume distributes. if you have something fluffy (a pet, a funky pillowcase, etc) mess around with the fur/fluff! a strong visual inventory helps So So much with art

speaking of weight and distribution!

i split Barnaby's ears up into two (technically three) parts - the anchor, where the ear attaches to his head, and the ear's weights. the first weight is attached to the anchor, so that one doesn't move much. it's mostly just affected by the ear's main weight, which is So Much Fun to play with.

honestly, the second weight is a beanbag all to itself. it really molds to fit the form of whatever presses against it. like shoulders! idk if the white lines are showing it well, but the ears' distribution usually flows off of the first weight and hits the second, where it kinda "bounces" on or falls around the solid surface blocking it

& the space between the weights (blue circles) is just connective. like, it still has stuff in it, but Less, yk? i think this thin space is good for portraying gravity/weight through how much there is - more = stretch, less + squish.

here's some additional visuals for weight, volume (shown with mesh), and gravity

so just.... yk... keep in mind that his ears have Volume and will fold over itself, bunch up, the basic shape is just Very malleable! his ears are beanbags attached to a fixed point on his head - other than that point, they can swing and squish however!

#i feel like this was a lot of words without a real explanation #so let me know if it doesnt make sense! i can try to approach this a different way. or Not if you'd prefer lol #but i Do hope this helps!!#scribble salad #rambles from the bog #also thank you!!! so much!!!#that really does mean so much and im So Glad my silly scribbles can be that for you <3

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saytrrose · 4 months

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Someone reblogged your Kinger and Queenie comic and I saw your reblog on curious anons, so here I am.

Anyways, dunno if ya have done this before but ya got headcanons on Kinger's relationships with everyone on TADC?

Like, besties with someone in specific, we get along even if he doesn't know we get along, that kind of stuff.

Ooh!! I really love this question eee

Kinger Headcanons! With.. EVERYONE! (Im including the abstracted characters, they are so so silly in my brain rn and i have a strong perception of them)

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Queenie:

- Queenie and him started out with a mutual.. dislike? Dislike from Queenies side, and general uncomfort from Kingers side.

- From the start their relationship was more so small bickering, mutual pining even, They both possess a sarcastic side to them, (I personally believe before Kinger went crazy that he used to be rather analytical and in control, a lot smarter yk.)

- They both were constantly compared for their likeness, which of course gave them a sense of need to.. prove themselves better? To stand out? Saw eachother as an obstacle until FINALLY they tried actually having a conversation.

- Their relationship dynamic is very much golden retriever x black cat.

- Once they actually were in a relationship, Queenie definitely keeps her sassy personality but she’s very soft spoken around Kinger.

- Kinger also changes, they act more differently around eachother than anyone else. Their general idea of “we are different” changes to “we are the only ones that truly understand one another”

- Oh they bickered SO MUCH it’s so silly, Queenie loves to tease, seem like she has a large ego but in private around just him she’s very very vulnerable and relies on him for comfort. She doesn’t feel like she needs to act a specific way around him or ever get really defensive.

- Kingers personality doesn’t change as much as Queenies does around people, however he does lean into feeling more vulnerable around her as well. He tries to seem calm and mostly friendly, but in private with just her he feels like he can actually rant and get emotional.

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Wriggle:

- Kinger and Wriggle have a very funny dynamic, as Wriggle is Queenies “best friend is the whole wide world” (quoted by Wriggle, not Queenie)

-They often like to wriggle in between Kinger and Queenie, (hahaha look at me I’m so funny I love puns please don’t unfollow me) they are bit clingy towards Queenie which Kinger doesn’t particularly mind in the slightest.

- Putting Queenie aside, those two I’d say are good friends too. Wriggle loves to ramble on and on to Kinger about things they enjoy or made or did- the list is endless and it’s usually Kinger when it comes to this because atleast Kinger looks like he’s paying attention, whereas Queenie has that.. blank stare.. (autism, your honor)

- Think of Wriggle as a wingman also, They know Queenie well, and things she wouldn’t tell Kinger? Thats Wriggles job. For example, Queenie talks about how it’d be cute to receive flowers but doesn’t want to outright ask for them, Wriggle goes to Kinger and keeps jabbing him in the side with their tail until his attention is gained, and tells him “you know what you should do!!” you get what happens fr

- The wingman job was specifically asked of by Kinger, to which Wriggle, being the snooty little “hmmm idk if I like you enough” worm they are.. obviously decides not to share Queenies private words. (I’m still deciding if Kinger persuaded Wriggle into the idea that it’d make Queenie happier in the long run or if he just dropped to his knees like PLEASEPLEASEOLEAZEPLEASE-)

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Slinky:

- Slinky and Kinger have a good relationship, they aren’t really friends that hang out on their own time, but if they are ever in a group then they’d interact.

- Slinky loves to knit and crochet, and she made a task to knit everyone a tiny plush to have. She gave Kinger a tiny stag beetle plush, and he adores it so much, it’s right on his bed. ☠️ (perhaps I could make another post listing all the plushies Slinky made for everyone but idkkk only if it’s inquired about)

- They are the two shyest? Of the whole group, not inherently shy but the most quiet unless spoken to and definitely most anxiety filled. They have an unspoken code of certain looks they give eachother that they can instantly understand.

- In Kingers full honesty, if he was given the chance to choose a person to be in his team for an adventure and Queenie was taken, he’d choose Slinky. She’s just a very patient individual and he thinks he goes well with someone like that.

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Kaufmo:

- Their friendship is like trying to combine oil and water.. they don’t mix easily… They have respect for one another, an extent of it and Kinger probably has more than Kaufmo but they have very different conflicting personalities.

- Kaufmo is prickly and pessimistic most of the time, however I do want to think around Kinger he hold back a little. These two ended up being the last of the old cast, they’ve been through alot together…

- Kaufmo hates lovey dovey stuff, god forbid Kinger even rests a hand on Queenies side or something- he WILL point it out like a toddler grossed out by seeing their parents kiss.

- I think after Queenie abstracts it really changes. I want to assume that is when Kinger finally fully lost every marble he was hanging onto and Kaufmo.. well he realized how much he really missed those two together.

- Post Queenie, I think their relationship evolves from annoyance to much more understanding, not knowing eachother too personally as one would hope, given their circumstances but they would still go out of their way for a quick “are you okay?”

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Peepo:

- Peepo is a super sweet guy, and I’d say he was a good acquaintance of Kingers just for the fact there wasn’t too many guys and they were both very friendly.

- Peepo was the first to arrive of this old group, so he was much like in Kingers place with the current crew. However he’s not crazy because this is likely to beginning of when people started to get trapped in the game still, and not too much time had even passed. Aka, more people were entering than abstracting most definitely.

- Anyway, to touch up on the above one, because of this he has a sort of natural leadership over everyone, people seem to seek him out on information about the world just because he’s been there the longest. This includes Kinger! To Peepo, if he needed a right hand man he actually really relied on Kinger.

- There’s a small place by the digital lake that no one knows about except Peepo. When the sun starts to set he almost always likes to just.. go outside the tent and walk to it, and the only person he ended up showing was Kinger. It became sort of a spot for just them to talk, which is likely what made them closer. Kinger later would use this exact spot to ask Queenie out…Jumping to canon, the only person who knows of the spot now is Kinger, and he often goes there to seclude himself.

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Moppsy:

- Even though I put her here, I can’t really come up with anything! I use Moppsy as the first abstraction Kinger would witness, and likely didn’t really know her or have a relationship with her. Putting her here to include this though!

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Pomni:

- Woo!! Og cast now!! I think Pomni and Kinger will get along well given time. While Kinger is certainly.. eclectic in his personality at this point in his stay in the circus, I think Pomni would be comfortable talking to him about things more than Jax or Zooble, who knows! Just based on what I know from the pilot.

- Kinger used to invite anyone and everyone into the pillow forts he made, but once majority of the old cast abstracted I’d assume he stopped completely, instead using it as his own safe haven. However, Pomni is the first one that he very awkwardly asks if she would like to come inside, which leads to him feeling more inclined and comfortable to invite the others.

- Kinger notices and thinks Pomni is very different than the others, anyone he’s known so far infact and he probably outright tells her this because he lacks the ability to really filter his thoughts anymore. She doesn’t quite understand the nonsense he babbles out about it, but in the series if Pomni finds the exit or changes the circus for the better or WHATEVER goes on as she’s the protagonist, I’m just gonna say Kinger had a gut feeling from the start.

- Pomni seems to care the most when Kinger wants to show someone a bug, and that can be left up to the interpretation that the others just got tired of him doing it all the time and Pomnis not used to it yet, or she genuinely just tries to nod along and it makes him very happy to get a response.

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Ragatha:

- I think during the whole old cast abstracting and being replaced, if we look at the lineup of how everyone entered, I think Ragatha was the only one to actually know Queenie. Atleast see in person for a while, perhaps.

- I think those two would have gotten along SOOO well but!! This is about Kinger,, and I think Kinger and Ragatha also get along very well. She reminds him of Slinky…

- They both know they don’t talk or vent about their own problems at all, atleast anymore for Kinger. They are both bad at keeping it bottled up inside and while they both understand this about eachother, they don’t pry.

- If anything they have tea together often, and only they know alot about tea and really really enjoy it so it’s like their own bonding thing in a way.

- Ragatha came out to him first as a lesbian for some interesting strange reason, though if we follow my beloved trans Queenie hc I like to apply to things sometimes then she likely did it because she knows Kinger isn’t judgmental on lgbt topics.

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Zooble:

- I enjoy thinking of Zooble as an angsty teenage child compared to Kingers senile old dad energy

- I think in Kingers eyes they seem to get along a little bit but he’s just a tad intimidated. In Zoobles eyes they wouldn’t let anyone know how much they really like Kinger, afterall he’s nothing but sweet when being spoken with. It’s a nice break from.. Jax or Caine, even the others who are very emotional. Yes they can be kind too, but it’s like you don’t have to try with Kinger because he’s so finicky that he doesn’t remember every detail of your interaction to judge you on it anymore.

- I like to think whenever Kinger needs help with something Zooble lets out a dramatic sigh and goes to help him (no one asked them to and anyone else could’ve volunteered but okay Zoob we know you just genuinely like his company)

- Zooble gave him a weighted blanket as a gift to include in his pillow forts once and he had a panic attack while under it once because he couldn’t move (he loves it so so much I promise)

- Again hhh Dad Daughter vibe I really enjoy it I think Queenie would’ve adored Zooble like a mother too plsplsplsolsolsols

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Jax:

- Jax would call Kinger a boomer a lot and it stresses Kinger out so much because he doesn’t know what it means and when he asked Zooble to explain it to him they convinced him it was slur and so Kinger got Caine to censor the word boomer

- Kinger is like genuinely terrified of Jax and how much of a menace he is, he’s never known anyone that acts like this mf its insane

- Kinger does infact has some pet bugs in a large terrarium in his room and because Jax has keys to everyone’s rooms he with steal Kingers bugs (an example, the centipede he put in Ragathas room? Probably Kingers..)

- Kinger honestly tries his best to avoid Jax hhshs

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Gangle:

- Kinger is probably the closest to Gangle of everyone in the current cast.

- Gangle likes to draw and write and ramble and everything to Kinger, even when she has her tragedy mask on, he seems to cheer her up a little just by hanging out near her. Kinger really enjoys it.

- When Gangle does have her happy mask on, it irks something inside Kinger. She really reminds him of Wriggle. And he was much closer to Wriggle than Slinky so.. it bothers him a bit unlike Ragatha being similar to Slinky in few ways.

- She introduced him to anime and while she has a giant ass list of ones she enjoys he’s.. just quite fixated on ghibli movies… he finds them neat.

- They are.. autism buddies.. More so it’s well aware with everyone that Kinger is diagnosed with Autism but Gangle isn’t diagnosed, and Kinger is the only one staring HARD like “hhh ik what you are” fr fr anyway because I hc them both as autistic that’s another reason they tend to group together and get along more.

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hiraeth • seo changbin [part two]

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✰ warnings - reader passes out, very smalll angst, slightly suggestive [?]

✰ word count - 2.1k

✰ notes - what do you think he's hiding??? ALSO im so sorry i left you all hanging...i promise ill update frequently...'kay?

✰ tags - @hyunjinslittlestar @dunno-wut-to-do

✰ sypnosis: changbin takes care of you after you manage to somehow make your condition worse. but he's hiding something.

hiraeth - the longing for a home that you cannot return to, or never was.

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“So, do you want to tell me what happened?” Your roommate asked hopefully, curious, obviously.

You decide to respond truthfully, mostly because he would probably see right through your lies.

“Not really.”

Changbin was just…that kind of person. Wise, but funny when he needed to be. He knew exactly what to say, when to say it, and how to say it.

He wasn’t the type of person to be afraid of his flaws, but to embrace them. This was a trait many people probably admired about him, but to you, it was the one thing that frustrated you most.

You wished you could be like that.

“Well,” He started, slapping his own thighs and getting up. “I’m just gonna-”

For some reason, a primal sort of instinct overwhelmed your mind immediately. You didn’t want him to leave.

You panicked and acted without thinking.

Your arms darted out and wrapped around his stomach, head resting on his back.

Changbin froze in his position, sagging slightly as your hand patted his tummy and attempted to pull him closer.

You were so embarrassed, there was no way you were going to lift your head, not after pulling him around like he was your teddy bear.

He turned around, holding your outstretched arms gently and folding them in your lap.

You averted your entire face down, hair falling in between your eyes and effectively masking your whole face.

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“Your hair is so thin. Its become so ugly after that haircut.” The mom scoffed, yanking at the girl’s hair as she brushed through it.

“Agh! Mom, careful! Also, I love the haircut. It makes me feel happy.” The girl talked back, earning an extra tough tug to the hair again.

“Well, useless girl. Clearly, you’re ugly on the inside and outside.” Her mom made sure to push her head as she stood up, brushing her clothes off.

“Now go to something useful, unlike your sister.” She spat.

The thirteen year old resisted the urge to roll your eyes spitefully, knowing that it was probably better to just…listen to her.

Maybe…she was just some useless girl.

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Yoe opened your eyes, and sunlight flooded your features aggressively.

You whined and put your hand in front of your face, effectively blocking the sunlight.

I probably fell asleep.

Getting up, you look around the unfamiliar setting.

Changbin was fast asleep beside you, putting cutely and hugging a Pokémon plush.

It wasn’t uncommon for both of you to fall asleep next to each other, considering your biggest fear was loud noises, and thunderstorms occur pretty frequently.

You had just…needed someone beside you.

Now you had him. He groaned a bit and shuffled, the sunlight hitting him directly in the face.

You almost had the urge to hug him again, but instead, you leaned down and pressed your lips to his cheek, thankful for the good nights rest.

He squirmed slightly and almost woke up, prompting you to jump out of bed quickly and walk into the shared bathroom, which smelled like men’s perfume.

The scent was so familiar you almost keeled over. It wasn’t strong, but it smelled sweet, like honeydew.

You brushed your teeth, turning on the shower. Feeling almost lightheaded, you pressed your hand to your forehead, and yup, you had a high fever.

You cranked up the temperature to the highest, needing to get your muscles loose after the tension of yesterday, your tantrum combined with your excessive workout.

You threw off Changbin’s shirt, squishing at your own belly and deciding to wear loose-fitting clothing, today was a bloated day for sure.

The shower you took felt like true luxury, a paradise in which you didn’t have to worry about your feelings, but rather yourself for once.

The steam fogged up the mirrors, but you didn’t care about how misty they would be later.

You stepped out and wrapped a towel around yourself, grabbing your huge t-shirt, puffy sweatpants and undergarments.

The light-headedness returned, and only after you finished putting your clothes in the hamper did you realize your own mistake.

Oh my goodness. I’m so stupid.

You had taken a boiling hot shower, with an extremely high fever.

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“Y/N-AH! I’m inviting some friends over for a while, is that okay?” Changbin yelled into the bathroom, rolling his eyes when you didn’t respond.

He felt the steam of your shower circling his feet from the crack in the door, and his eyes widened.

“YAH! Don’t use all the hot water! y/N!” He yelled, accentuating the last half of your name.

“Hey, are you okay?! Y/N!” He knocked aggressively on the door, worry flooding his voice at the lack of answers, jiggling the locked handle.

Then he heard a sickening thud.

“Y/N! Hey, what was that?! Are you OKAY?!” Changbin screeched, banging on the door.

His eyes widened in panic, and fright flooded his whole body. The door was locked.

The master key.

He ran to the kitchen and rummaged through the drawer, finding the key within a few seconds.

Changbin ran back to the bathroom door and shoved the key into the lock with shaking hands.

He managed to open the door slowly, covering his eyes in case…well, you know.

“Y/N…?” He opened one eye, steam flooding his features.

Your body was slumped over, the hamper of clothes knocked over and your hand resting on the pocket of one of his hoodies.

Changbin took a deep breath, the heat almost unbearable.

The older lifted your finished body over his shoulder while he pulled the hamper up again.

Changbin adjusted his tank top and carried you to his room yet again, mirroring the previous night.

He lightly tapped his hand on your cheek, attempting to wake your disgruntled body up.

“Y/N-ah. Wake up, love.” He shook you lightly, and that’s what woke you up, finally.

“C-changbin?” You stuttered, rubbing your eyes and gasping in pain as his hand pressed against your forehead.

“Did you really take a hot shower with a fever?”

You thought that he would gloat, laugh, make fun of you for being oh so stupid.

But his tone was one of concern, of worry.

For you.

He wrapped his arms tightly around you, engulfing you in a blanket of warmth, which you definitely needed after the chill of of the room had overwhelmed your body.

Your small frame shuddered, and you sagged in his hold, temporarily unaware of yourself, of anything.

Numb. You felt numb.

Like you didn’t care if you were happy or sad.

Loud knocking tipped both of you out of your world, and Changbin grinned sheepishly at you as he motioned to himself.

He wasn’t wearing a proper shirt.

You rolled your watery eyes and walked to the door, hoping it wasn’t anyone important, considering your messed up state.

“Hi-Is Changbin there?” A man asked.

The first thing you noticed about him was that he was the epitome of perfect.

Everything about him looked well put together, and his smile even had dimples.

And then there was you, who was suddenly feeling very shy in front of him.

��Yeah, Chan! I’ll be there in a sec!” Changbin yelled from the other room.

You rolled your eyes. He was probably trying to find a good shirt that actually fit him and his muscles.

Chan smiled down at you, and your mind immediately soured. Pity.

But it didn’t seem like it.

“What’s your name? Are you his roommate? He’s told me a lot about you.” Chan asked with a slight Australian accent, laughing at the end shyly.

“Oh, my name is Y/N. Sorry, been having a rough week.” You responded, suddenly having the urge to shout ‘Aussie Aussie Aussie’ and see his reaction.

“Everyone has those every once in a while.” Chan tsked, and Changbin chose that moment to emerge from his room, clad in a comfy shirt and sweatpants to mirror your own.

Standing next to Chan, he suddenly looked way smaller, and you resisted the urge to coo at him.

“Okay, we’ll be in my room, 'kay? I’ve ordered a nice lunch for you, and there’s a hot water bottle on the counter.” Changbin pointed out.

Ever so thoughtful. You smiled at him for the first time in two days.

“What about you? Did you eat already?” You asked, wanting to make sure he wasn’t skipping as he normally did.

“Yup. I got Chan to confirm.” Binnie playfully slapped the man’s shoulder, and they both laughed while heading to his room.

“Oh, and Jisung’ll be over soon.” Changbin called out, and your mood considerably lifted.

Your best friend Jisung had already met Changbin, so he was a mutual friend along you two.

You decided to slump on the couch and watch a movie, popping some pain medication and waiting for your food.

When the doorbell rang, you bounced up from the couch and received the food, uttering a hushed thanks before shutting the door.

You only just realized how starving you were.

The package was ripped open and your mouth watered at the smell of the hot soup inside.

For once it was actually hot.

After gulping the soup down, which definitely helped your sore throat, you made a mental note to thank Changbin for all this.

The doorbell rang again, and you rushed to open it, almost knocking your toe onto the coffee table in the process.

This time, it was Jisung, who bounced over to wrap you in a ginormous hug.

Instead of pulling away like you normally did, you stayed in the hug for a while.

This is what you needed.

“Are you…okay, Y/N?” Jisung asked, and the question that you had waited so long for was finally voiced.

You could feel your eyes tearing up painfully, and you sniffled quietly, the comforting embrace of your best friend made everything so much better.

“Oh no…I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have asked that!” Jisung bent down till he was about your level before wiping your tears off, concern lacing his voice and worry painted on his face.

“N-No. Don’t feel sorry. I’m just so happy that someone finally asked me that.” You avert your eyes, not wanting to see the full force of your best friend’s worry.

“Oh, Y/Nnie…” Hannie wrapped you tightly in his embrace again, and this time, he picked you up and headed to the couch, turning on some random movie.

The day was full of cuddles and snacks, though you wondered what Chan and Changbin were doing the whole time.

“I’ll see Changbin for a sec, yeah?” Han stood up and walked to your roommate’s door.

You didn’t think too much about it, but then again, he had been seeing Chan and Changbin in that room quite often, hasn’t he?

You knew it wasn’t your place to snoop, but you couldn’t help but wonder, what was he doing in there?

Either way, you decided to cook some dinner, knowing that Changbin often liked to skip his dinner, which you certainly did not enjoy.

You brought up a plate to his room, knocking on the door softly.

Shuffling noises echoed through the area, and a very tired Binnie openned the door, however, his face lit up in happiness when he saw the food.

“Aweee, Y/N! Thank you!” He took the tray, which had three bowls on it, into the room.

Setting the tray down, he bounced back to the door to give you a quick, one-armed hug before running to the kitchen for some water.

You saw your chance.

“What have you been doing in there?” You ask, raising an eyebrow as he visibly panicked.

“Nothing. Just some work. College never waits!” He grinned awkwardly, and that’s when you knew he was lying.

“What is up with you, Chan and Jisung lately? Are you…” Your eyes widened, and so did his.

“What?! No, ew! It’s just something else…Y/N.” Binnie finishes oddly.

He sipped quickly at his water, bolting to his room again and shutting the door.

You sigh to yourself before heading to bed.

Maybe tomorrow would be better.

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butter me up ☆ g. satoru

1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47 : black reader, lovesick!gojo, choking (m. receiving), name calling (baby, slut), biting, degradation, slight objectification, overstim, kink discovery, switch!gojo, jealousy/claiming, lowercase intentional, nipple play.

an. i hope yall like this cause i feel like it sucks so bad but 😵‍💫😵‍💫 enjoy!

he did it on purpose.

satoru knows how annoyed you get when he wears those tight compression shirts. he knows just how much you hate the way other people ogle at him, but come on.

he’s only wearing them to work out!

“come on, it’s just for the gym. you’re being dramatic.”

you rolled your eyes at his lack of empathy. satoru’s problem is that he doesn’t know just how attractive he is. sure, he’ll fake cocky just to be annoying, but he doesn’t really know.

he’s completely unaware of the way women eye his bulging arms and chest. satoru is a complete beefcake, and he’s bouncing-off-the-walls happy at the chance to show that off.

especially with these dumb fucking shirts. asshole.

“just for the gym. sure.”

“if it’s that serious, then come with me,” your interest might have been ever so slightly peaked at this idea.

“and, well… if you get jealous at any point, i’ll make it up to you. how ‘bout it?”

satoru placed both hands outside of your body, leaning into your personal space with that.. dumb smile on his face. you hoped that he could tell how hot your face was getting.

“whatever.”

you were nervous.

part of you was hoping that you were wrong, just so you didn’t have to sit through an hour and a half of watching your boyfriend get eyefucked by other women.

but another part of you really wanted to see what kind of apology satoru had in mind.

he rubbed circles into your thigh the whole ride there, often times brushing against your clothed slit. you heard him chuckled lowly when you brushed him off.

when you arrived, you kept an eye out. as he started one of his sets, he noticed how hard you were scowling. he paused to stroke your chin delicately.

“‘gonna get wrinkles if you keep that up. ‘s okay baby.”

you couldn’t help but melt into his touch a little bit. it was annoying, he always knew how to sweet talk himself out of any situation.

you didn’t see much of anything to be concerned about, especially since you were focused on your own workout. you were pretty satisfied to say the very least, cause no one needed to be eyeing your man but you.

satoru was looking increasingly more smug as time passed, even full blown grinning by the time you two were leaving, until some girl he apparently knew came up and literally barreled herself into his plush chest.

she chatted with him while occasionally squeezing his biceps as if it was second nature, not even sparing you a glance.

thankfully, satoru spoke up about how you two needed to get going, but the damage had already been done.

the car ride was eerily quiet on both ends, brief words only being exchanged when he pulled into the driveway.

“told you.”

“that had nothing to do with the shirt, though! she’s just touchy!”

you knew satoru was a friendly person, so you couldn’t be too mad at him. but you still had the right to have an attitude. at least for a little bit.

he trailed behind you into your apartment muttering profuse apologizes. you weren’t hearing him. you just slumped into the couch.

“the silent treatment? really? i already said im sorry, ma. what else do you…” before you could react to his words, satoru was smirking and peppering kisses on your neck.

he knew how sensitive your neck was, and you immediately had to choke back your giggles.

“st-stop! what are you doing?!”

“i did say i’d make it up to you, didn’t I,” satoru grinned down at you from his position, and you couldn’t help but feel shy at the clear glint of something suspicious in his eyes.

“mm? how so?”

“you tell me.”

you knew those words. the silent permission for you to take control, to have your way with him. they weren’t spoken often. it made you smile, knowing he was letting you, that he was trying to be better.

you eventually ended up on top, and found yourself reaching under satoru’s shirt to caress his chest. he groaned as soon as your delicate fingers came into contact.

“what would all your lil fans think if they saw you like this? hmm?”

“f-fuck.” you could feel his cock hardening against your back at this point, all from the stimulations to his nipples.

he’d always been sensitive there. satoru violently twitched under your touch as your tongue swirled around his buds.

“cmon.. get these off already.” he tugged at your pants stubbornly, causing a smirk to slip on your lips.

“don’t rush me slut. you said you’d make it up to me, right?”

you couldn’t possibly miss how a shiver violently wracked his body at your degradation. you didn’t know he was into that, guess he was hiding huh?

your pussy ground down onto his cock while you watched for all the little sounds and movements you could draw from him.

satoru whined at each movement against his cock, loudly begging you to just put it in already. “aww, poor baby… you want me to help you?” satoru nodded hastily, not wanting to wait another moment to be inside you.

when you finally pulled your pants and panties from your silky pussy, satoru couldn’t help but smile. you were wet enough for him to slip right inside you, which he did. he cooed at your reaction to the stretch.

“where’d that attitude go? you seem like you want my help more than anything..”

you couldn’t respond, considering how busy you were pulling your hips up and slamming them back down. you couldn’t figure out if that motion was too much for you to continue, but satoru made the choice for you.

his hips pistoned into yours suddenly, successfully knocking all the thoughts from your brain.

“shit—look at you, baby, such a mess f’me.”

“fuck—‘toru, g’nna break me!”

the room was spinning with the force of how hard his cock was splitting you open, leaving you with nothing to hold onto. your hands eventually found satoru’s neck, and you didn’t miss how breathy his voice got.

“fuck, fuck, fuck! ‘perfect baby, ‘s perfect..”

you squeezed a little harder, resulting in those pretty blue eyes rolling to the back of his head, which only pushed you that much closer to the edge of release.

satoru’s cock pushed against that soft, spongy spot inside of you one, two, three times and you were spasming around his cock with no warning.

he breathed in deep once your hands got loose enough, but he didn’t dare stop his thrusts.

“want every one to know ‘m yours baby. only you—shit!”

when your teeth sunk into his shoulder, satoru melted, finally spilling deep inside of you. overstimulation set in your bones as you felt his raw cum fill your womb.

you were so ruined, and satoru wasn’t any better.

“d’you accept my apology?”

“hmm. depends on if you do one more favor for me.”

watching women look at satoru wasn’t as been when they were staring in jealousy at his bite marks, cause they knew who made ‘em.

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Any Fan's Dream, Part 25

Any Fan's Dream Masterlist

Synopsis:

When you look around and see Avengers Tower in front of you and Peter Parker beside you, you wonder how the hell you managed to get into the MCU.Keep reading

Sorry this chapter is a day late, I was remaking the taglist and that took a lot longer than expected so I just passed out after lol

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After your interaction with Steve, you managed to find your way back to the entryway you had come in through. It was just a large rectangular living room with an open style kitchen in one corner and large ground-to-ceiling windows spanning two of the walls. There was a large television in front of the plush couches and one person pacing in front of them.

Your eyebrows raised.

For some reason, you hadn't really expected to see him.

The clearly stressed man raised his head when he heard your footsteps, freezing the moment he saw you.

"What's up, Mr. Stank?" you asked. "Sorry for disappearing and everything..." You rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly, hoping he wasn't mad at you. Especially since you would've done it again without hesitation. You weren't really sorry for leaving but more so for betraying his trust.

He looked shell-shocked, completely speechless for once. Well, how was he supposed to react when someone who he thought of as one of his own was standing right in front of him mere days after being stabbed? He had heard the guilt in Steve's voice, felt panic rise in himself at the thought of how badly you'd been injured. The idea that you were only inches from death and that your only chance to live depended on the technology of aliens did nothing to ease his worry. He knew Thor cared about you, but what if the people there didn't want to help you?

He didn't want to lose another person he cared about.

And wasn't that what every single one of them felt at the thought of you dying?

You weren't really sure what to do with his silence, but hugs had been working for everyone else, so you figured you might as well try it. Besides, in your experience, hugs almost always helped you, even if it was just a little. Obviously, they couldn't really fix your problems but they helped to ground you and remind you that you weren't alone in them.

"Can I give you a hug, Mr. Stank?"

His expression changed, relief softening his features. "Yeah, of course, kid."

You moved forward, hugging him happily. As you'd said before, you truly were a hoe for hugs. There was something just so comforting about them to you. You knew some people didn't really like hugs though so you always made sure to ask before you did so. After all, if the point was to comfort a person, why would you do something that would make them uncomfortable?

Luckily, with Mr. Stank he seemed to be grateful for the hug.

When the hug ended, he patted your shoulder. "I'm real glad you're alright, kid." His voice was a little choked up, but you didn't bother to point it out.

"Thanks," you grinned. "I'm glad you are too, Mr. Stank."

He smiled at your attitude, glad to see you could still smile the same. "What do you say to working in the lab for a while?"

"Ooh! Yes!" You loved all the time you spent in his labs, there was so much cool stuff in there and even more cool stuff that you could build!

A couple hours later (it was only around noon, but it felt later to you because apparently there was a time zone difference from Asgard and earth), Nat came into the lab while you and Tony were drinking juice packets.

"C'mon, (y/n)," she said as she pulled you out of the room. "You need to have something other than juice."

"Sounds good," you nodded, your stomach agreeing immensely. "See ya later, Mr. Stank!" You waved to the man as you got pulled out of the room, missing the fond grin on his face. You walked beside Nat as she led you to the main living room you had been in earlier.

As the two of you got closer to the room, a delicious smell began to waft through your nostrils--a delicious, familiar smell. You understood all those dogs you'd ever seen that would sniff the air greedily, behaving much too similarly at that moment. You couldn't help it, though! It smelled so. Damn. Good. And you hadn't eaten in hours and during those hours you had napped, comforted people, and began building a pear cannon for Peter! You were only human! You needed that delicious food that was giving off that heavenly smell.

As the two of you stepped into the living room, you glanced to the kitchen side of the room, your eyes set on the woman who was sitting at the counter of the island. She looked up from her phone when she heard the two of you enter, smiling at you in a way that made your breath catch a little. It wasn't your fault! Wanda's smile was too damn pretty for your weak heart!

"Hey, (y/n)," Wanda greeted. "Nat and I thought we could celebrate you being all healed, so I made your favorite foods and Nat bought your favorite snacks!"

You felt your jaw drop, but couldn't register much else.

Wanda grinned at your expression, before setting out dishes laden with your favorite food on the low table in front of the TV while Natasha grabbed a bag from the corner of the counter and placed it beside the table.

"This is..." your brain was refusing to work, "I mean—you two didn't have to do all this. It must've taken a while." Your too-slow brain wasn't allowing you to properly process the situation. You couldn't really blame it, though. How—in any dimension—were you to believe that Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff would know your favorite foods? Or even more ridiculous, how were you to believe that they would take the time to make it for you when they were incredibly busy people themselves? Like, they were literally Avengers.

"We wanted to," Natasha smiled. "Although, I can't say I made much of the food. That was Wanda. I just got snacks." She held up the bag.

"Well, I think of you as a friend, and you were just healed from an almost fatal wound, so I thought it was well-deserved." Wanda's voice was sincere enough that you were almost distracted from what she'd said.

"You think of me as a friend?" you asked incredulously.

"Of course," Wanda reassured. "Am I not a friend to you?"

"No! I mean—no as in you're not not a friend to me—like, you are a friend to me, ya know?" you tried to explain, losing respect in yourself with every word you said.

Natasha laughed. "Calm down there, babe. We got you."

You let loose a relieved laugh. "Anyway, thank you for everything." You looked to both of them, hoping they knew just how sincere you were being. "I don't think I ever could've imagined having such wonderful people being my friends."

Wanda hugged you, making your brain short-circuit yet again, and laughed. "I think I should be the one saying that."

"You both deserve friends as wonderful as each other," Natasha said, joining in on the little hug.

When the hug was over, Natasha grabbed the TV remote as you grabbed your food. She turned on the TV, a familiar movie ready as the screen turned on.

They had set up your favorite movie.

You got to watch two of your favorite movies with Natasha and Wanda, munching on the food Wanda had made and the snacks Nat had brought. Overall, it was practically heaven. To be honest, you were a little disappointed when they got a call and were forced to leave.

Both of them gave you a hug goodbye which reminded you that you were being stupid getting disappointed because you had still spent four hours with both of them. You were lucky that they had the time to do such considerate things for you. Once they were gone though, you were completely lost as to what you should do for the remainder of your time there.

You couldn't call anyone because you had broken the phone Tony gave you a while ago so you were just stuck on the couch scrolling through channels--that is, until Scott and Sam arrived in the room and Scott began pulling things out from the cabinets.

"Dude, how do you know where everything is? You've been here like...2 days." Sam said, confused at the confidence with which Scott was pulling everything he needed out.

"What can I say? I'm a quick study." Scott pulled out a metal bowl and baking sheet. "Besides, if I don't know where something is, that's what looking is for."

"What are you guys doing?" you asked.

"Oh, hey, (y/n)," Scott greeted cheerfully. "We're baking cookies for my daughter, wanna help?"

"Sure," you smiled at him, thoughts flashing to the scenes with Cassie in them.

Huh. Since Steve and Tony hadn't really ended up fighting, Scott never got arrested.

He wouldn't have to be put under house arrest and his relationship with Hope wouldn't end up horrible.

Your smile got a little wider.

"Awesome!" Scott said. "Her favorite are snickerdoodles."

"I don't think we followed the directions right," you proclaimed, looking down at the sad little heaps of dough that Scott had just pulled out of the oven.

"My nephews can bake better than you, Scott." Sam laughed, hitting Scott on the back jokingly. "I don't see a future in baking for you, my man."

"They can't be that bad," Scott protested, reaching to grab one only for it to start oozing when he did so.

Cue screeching from the three of you--screeching that ended up bringing Steve and Bucky into the room tensed and ready to fight.

"What's wrong?" Steve asked, searching the room.

You were too busy laughing on the floor at the look on Sam's face to answer so Scott had to.

"I'm afraid our cookies are alive, Captain." Scott answered, the serious expression on his face only making you laugh harder.

"Oh," Steve didn't seem to know how to handle the situation.

Bucky peered at the lumps of goo on the baking sheet and winced. "Those look disgusting."

"I didn't know we had two Captains in the room." Sam said, not taking his comment too kindly. "Captain America and Captain Obvious."

"I mean, we could always remake them," you piped up, finally recovering from your laughing fit. "It's only like five."

"You're right, (y/n)!" Scott gave you an appreciative look. "Let's get cracking!"

"Are you gonna join us?" you asked Steve and Bucky.

Sam looked to Bucky. "Yeah. You gonna join us instead of just judging us silently, ya weirdo?"

"I don't know how much help we'll be." Steve answered. "But I don't see how we could make it any worse."

"Damn!" you put a hand over your heart. "That was uncalled for, old man."

Contrary to what Steve had said, it could get worse.

In fact, the five of you didn't even get any cookies into the oven before a towel lit on fire and flour ended up on Steve's face.

You were almost crying from laughter at the look on Steve's face, clutching your stomach while he looked confused. You were forced into shocked silence when Steve threw a handful of flour at you.

You gaped at him, looking like you had taken a dive into cocaine with how much flour was covering you.

"What was that for?" you demanded.

"Stop laughing at me."

"Oh, you petty-" you threw a handful at him, hitting Scott on accident when Steve moved.

Scott turned to look at you.

"I didn't mean it! I swear!"

With the kitchen covered in enough flour to bake a life-size cake statue of Thor, you were lucky to be pulled out before cleanup time. You would've felt guilty if not for the fact that everyone in that room had hit you at least once with a handful of flour. Even Bucky!

Either way, you didn't regret anything about that day--it was the most fun you'd had in a while.

But now you were going home.

#mcu #marvel x reader #the avengers #avengers x reader #tony stark #steve rodgers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #wanda maxmoff x y/n #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #peter parker x reader #thor x reader #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #any fan’s dream #wanda maximoff x reader

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roodles03 · 6 months

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Hunter's Room (Fan Design)

It is about time I finally did this, now I can make so many drawing ideas come true with a room for Hunter designed. Also, for those who read my "Timeskip Watching and Dreaming AU" series of fanfics on A03, this is what Hunter's room looks like. This room is a room in Darius' house, so yippie Dadrius.

Alright, I know the doors can be confusing to let me break this down.

The door on the south wall with the small cuckoo clock like doors is the door to exit the room. I put cuckoo doors on the door because it's for Waffles.

The door that's on the wall that's jetting out is the door to the walk-in closet

And the the door on the west wall is the door to Hunter's private bathroom.

I originally wanted to do the entire Deamonne household at once, but, no way that would take forever. Maybe I'll do parts of it in the future but for right now, NO. If I did, I'd probably do Darius' room next and the living room after that.

This took such a long time to design, and it was my first time ever designing a background completely on my own. I needed to take off the training wheels and design my own background for once, and for my first attempt, I think I did a decent job.

The only thing that I couldn't add is a ceiling fan, but that was only because of the angles I had. I'm sure I could've if I had a different angle. Im going to have to design that separately.

This took since October 20th to finish, I probably could've got it done faster, but uni kept me busy and such. Either way, now that I've finished this, I can't wait to make drawings with this room. Yay!

Alright so: Tumblr exclusive content from here on out since insta has a stupid character limit, and their cropping system sucks

I'm gonna go on an infodump to why I decided to put almost everything here in Hunter's room.

North Wall:

Bed: I decided to make the headboard and footboard a cherry colored wood because Hunter would definitely like cherry wood because it's reddish. Referencing Willow's headboard that has a flower, I changed that into a bird for Hunter. I gave him a blue blanket in reference to Waffles. I headcannon that Hunter LOVES plushies, so I gave him some plushies I'd think he'd like. He'd definitely like squishmallows, so I gave him a blue-jay, cardinal, and wolf squishmellow. I also gave him a small wolf plush, as well as a small parrot plush and a peacock plush. The Sprig plushie is special, as it's not the same one as he had in the castle. It's a life-sized one Willow won him at a carnvial. (Reference to one of my fics).

Nightable: Nothing much to say here outside of the fact that I felt like Hunter would need one. I gave him a crystal ball because I felt like he'd like one.

Desk: This is where Hunter does work, from designing clothes to sew to studying for school. He has a log of regluar wood to practice carving on. (This room is set when Hunter is still a kid early during the WAD timeskip) He also has a punch a pencils, a desk lamp, and some books on there.

Corkboard: Hunter keeps notes for his school studies, and personal projects here. Sometimes he doodles things and puts them up there, such as the wolf and birds doodles.

Wall: Hunter would 100% be that person to have a trillion posters. I gave him a Flyer Derby poster, and a hummingbird poster. The Ruler's Reach poster is actually signed by King himself. Here's also a wolf calender, since I'd figured he'd like that, and a cuckoo clock that I headcannon Hunter and Dell carved together.

Bookshelf: On the bottom shelf, Hunter keeps a bunch of random books he likes.

On the second shelf, he has a photo of Flapjack, textbooks for his abominations and potions classes, and a photo of Willow

On the third shelf, he has textbooks for his illusions, construction, wild magic, plants, beastkeeping, and runes classes.

On the forth shelf, he has a photo of Darius, textbooks for his bard, oracle, and healing classes, and a photo of Waffles.

On the top shelf, he has his two favorite books of all time, Cosmic Frontier and Ruler's Reach, specially displayed with them propped up.

Jesus, that was by far the longest description we'll have.

East Wall:

Window: Hunter has a basic window with blue curtains. I originally wanted to make the curtains space themed for Cosmic Frontier, but then realized that would be a pain to draw over and over again, so I kept it blue. Maybe I can make Hunter's shower curtain space themed instead.

Other then that, there is nothing new on this wall that I'd like to cover. (I'd rather cover things that appear on other walls in their sections)

South Wall:

Wall: Hunter has two more posters on this wall. A Cosmic Frontier Poster. This is a reference in itself, where in Star Trek, the equivalent of O'Bailey has an asian wife that is a Bontonist, and that is sorta a parrel to Huntlow. So I decided to make a headcannon design for both O'Bailey, and the Bontonist I decided to rename to Aiko. So boom. Huntlow reference. The other poster is simply a wolf poster.

Box: This is pretty self explanatory. Its a box with sewing supplies.

Mannequin: Since Hunter sews, I'd imagine he'd like to have a mannequin to help make the clothing design process easier.

Table: This is the same sewing Machine from Thanks to Them, as Camila gave it to Hunter as a gift.

West Wall:

Outside of the door of the bathroom, there is nothing new on the west wall that I haven't already covered.

Bonus:

Here is the original blueprint for the entire Deamonne household. I could go from here and design every last aspect of the house, but that would take ages. I'd definitely like to, but its just so much work. Like I said, the next two rooms I'd design are Darius' room and the living room. Plus, Hunter's room was by definition going to he the hardest, since he has the most stuff and therefore detail in his room.

For when I wanted to focus solely on Hunter's room, I referenced the upstairs blueprint snd made a more detailed blueprint just for his room. As you can see, A LOT ended up changing from this to the final version.

#the owl house #the owl house fanart #the owl house hunter #hunter the owl house #hunter toh #toh hunter #hunter deamonne #hunter park #hunter noceda #dadrius #darius deamonne #Deamonne Household #Darius toh #toh darius #the owl house darius #darius the owl house #toh fanart

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hueningshaped · 2 years

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★ YEONJUN as your boyfriend…

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a/n: this is very messy & random but :D i hope you don’t hate it ! / these will automatically be idolverse (at least i think) + i intend on writing for ot5 but give me some time & u shall see <3 pls lmk ur thoughts abt this !!

* he’s such a loving guy, so much love to give and he honestly gives love through all the love languages in some way or another

* so when he realizes you reciprocate love for him in the way he never realized he’d always wanted to be loved, homie is lovestruck !!!!

* you look out for him all the time and you pick up on things he himself doesn’t notice sometimes and you take care of him too and it’s making him go bonkers because sweet heavens he appreciates it infinitely

* for example, he’ll come home exhausted after practice and he messages you or calls you as soon as he’s off

* the idea that he loves to constantly be in contact with you and is great at communicating makes u </3 but anyway

* he’s still on the phone with u as he comes over to see you (bc that’s what u both decided on and he was also feeling hungry and he loves eating late at night with you idk)

* he loves his ramen but he also loves making it together when it’s just u two in the kitchen and you’re talking in hushed voices and you’ll shush each other and giggle and when u guys do eat it’s dead silent bc you’re both set on eating it up

* moving on

* he walks in and is taking off his shoes when he sees you THEN hangs up the phone call with you

* “i ordered some takeout so we can eat with the ramen, junnie—let’s eat up!”

* he literally goes 🥺

* but he’s funny and dramatic so he has to do something with his lip to make it look like he’s sobbing screaming weeping etc

* you’re about to hug him and he goes uh uh uhhh

* “im stinky and sticky, baby :(“

* so you tell him “fine go shower” and of courseeee in response he goes “wow you’re not even going to argue or insist u gave up so easily woww clearly you don’t want my hug”

* GET OUTTTTRR

* of course he takes his shower and afterwards you share a little kiss or two (hundred) and make ur ramen and eat like the richhhhh

* once you’re both done and just scrolling through tiktok and god knows what else he holds your hand and intertwines your fingers and you think for the 18748283818th time that day “im the luckiest person ever”

* in this life ur allowed the luxury of not only being with yj but u get a house/living space and it’s yoursssss anyway #slay

* when u get ready for bed yeonjun just flops on the bed taking his spot

* he already knows the drill

* you turn everything off except for your aroma diffuser light and the tv bc jun mumbles “wait…i wanna watch a movie”

* you toss a blanket over his long body and get underneath your own covers all for him to just cuddle against you

* you give him little massages from what you can reach on his back and arms since you’re basically holding him and he sighs and gives a little peck to where his face meets your skin

* they start becoming wet kisses and you’re laughing bc it’s ticklish and squirming

* the plush of his lips sends vibrations from where he murmurs how much he loves you

* he settles eventually but he’s still rambling and you listen fondly

* you could listen to him talk for hours and hours and forever and ever

* his voice is the greatest thing to bless your ears and you can’t help but smile to yourself with anything he says (now)

* he proclaims his love for u incessantly even though u feel like you’re the one who’s the luckiest and you don’t do much

* when it comes to leaving before work, you might throw in a little note just so that he will literally never not be reminded of ur love for him or one of yours and his favorite snacks and when he finds it at work he makes the biggest deal about it to the point that taehyun has to step up and be like “can you calm down, you do this everyday”

* on days where u get to go to work with him at shows and stuff, u bring a little pillow and a light blanket and wear ur comfiest clothes bc 1) sometimes u help the staff who helps ur bf and the band 2) sometimes ur really just a bed for him to lie on

* the staff treats u nicely with pleasure also bc they love yj and the txties to death

* when it comes to laying down, he loves being ur little spoon, even if he might be much larger than you

* he loves when being held from time to time bc if one could describe his love, the word ‘grand’ could be used — he always gives physical affection always does big gestures of his feelings always communicating always putting himself out there

* yeonjun loves being held though, he loves being shown that he’s loved by you

* like yes he will wrap his arms around you and or pull you in for a hug randomly but god does he basically go up to heaven when you do the same for him !!!!

* cup his face with your hands and he’s done for….

* when things get rough whether you’re there at his work with him or at home, you’re his safe place

* he or one of the guys usually give you a heads up through text but if not, it’s not hard for you to see the reality

* if a show went wrong or someone said something that really got under his skin, he would have to wait a very long time to blow off some steam but once he sees you or hears you that stifled burning hot steam dissipates, fading from the forefront and he’s laughing again bc you’re the funniest person to him just smiling so wide (at the end of the day though he’ll just whisper to you how he felt earlier)

* sometimes he might get very frustrated from either the workload, particular hate comments, or something that offended him or his boys that they can’t address and as strong as he and they are, sometimes he’ll just need to collapse on top of you and you just wrap him up in a bundle and he has his face buried in your neck and usually you’ll feel the wetness of his tears or feel the shudder of a cry wracking his body, you’ve learned to calm him down by massaging his neck and his back muscles all along patterns that his heart winds down to mimic

* you reassure him and listen to him and help him let go of all he’s been holding in and after a while he doesn’t feel as grouchy and sad and he feels even better bc you also ordered him some warm food and ran him a bath

* he babies you all the time so you enjoy babying him in return

* and when it comes to arguments 🥺

* sometimes if there’s a misunderstanding or disagreement (which are usually pretty rare or small), but on the occasion of them being a bit bigger - in which it may affect half to the entire day or the vernal argument itself lasts a bit of time, there is one thing that yeonjun will always do without fail

* on nights like this when you both were unable to actually meet up with the other to get through this little rough conversation until evening and the day has worn down both you and him and you’re still trying to talk through - volume interchanging but never reaching scream levels

* you’re tired and snappy and getting frustrated and he remains persistent in trying to find a place within the argument where you can both compromise (or even just him, he just wants to go to bed with you in his arms on a positive note)

* but when he brings both his hands together like he’s going to pray, he knows that you know that it’s gonna end right there

* you quiet down and let him walk to you, bringing those hands forward to gently reach out to your own

* “wait yn, please,” he sounds exhausted and despite the argument you find yourself touched that he’s still firm in his conscious to never ever take his exhaustion or frustrations out on you

* it’s a brief realization

* “i know you’re not done and i didn’t mean to interrupt you but just please — i just need to hear you say it”

* “say what” it’s genuine, lacking any fire from earlier, even if you both know what he wants

* “please yn please don’t forget that i love you, and please tell me you love me”

* he squeezes your hands a little and it makes you release a sigh in response

* yeonjun just looks into your eyes desperately and how could anyone resist the biggest sweetheart in this universe

* you let his hands go to cup his face with your palms, thumbs brushing against his cheekbones

* “i know you love me, just the way i love you yeonjun” you tell him with a smile and it makes him smile like it’s the last thing he needed to hear before poetic death — he makes relief look that beautiful

* you apologize and he does too, refuting yours, though it’s not particularly for the main core of the argument, it’s about everything else

* you usually take the next day to mend and effectively settle the argument

* he will never not show his love for you — he always has you in his arms and wants you to always be up front with him as he is with you and he would literally do anything for you

* you make him laugh and you do so much for him that he gets emotional sometimes when he talks about you and his mom loves you so much that he likes to plan trips to meet his family and he wants to meet yours

* very much a ‘happy together, together forever’ kind of person :3

#im positively I’ll #down bad #txt imagines #txt scenarios #txt reactions #txt headcanons #txt x reader #txt fluff #yeonjun fluff #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun scenarios #yeonjun imagines

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⌗︙・nsfw alphabet - eren ⸜⸜・

some letters are missing because i was either lazy or i already included them with different letters

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

he loves your ass. he just loves the plush of it. he doesn't care if it's big or small, he loves holding it in public and smacking it in private.

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

erens cum is thick. he loves to cum on your chest and belly and then take pictures of it. he also always make sure that u swallow his cum when he feels like cumming in your mouth.

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

he is super ashamed of it but he would love to see u acting like a virgin. he just wants to currupt u over and over. he just wants to see u glance at his cock and let out a gasp of surprise. or act curious when he cums on your belly.

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

he is pretty experienced and knows what he's doing. sometimes he gets so pussy drunk that he loses control. there were few times where u had to say your safe word, but he would never hurt u.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

doggy all the way. like i said, he just loves your ass. eren will fuck u missionary when he feels like being extra rough and intimate tho.

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

he is serious most of the times, but smiles whenever your pussy makes louder sounds. always teases u about it, "yeah baby, did daddy make your pussy like this?"

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

he doesn't really care. he usually trims his hair but sometimes he forgets and that's okay. his pubes are darker than his hair.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

his main kink is dom/sub. he loves to watch u get fucked under him. he loves when u let out that tiny whine whenever his big cock enters u and your crying eyes whenever he pulls out after he pumps u full of his cum. he has huge breeding kink. he doesn't really like the idea of having kids but he just loves when it leeks out of u. also likes to be called daddy/sir/master.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

eren loves to fuck anywhere to be honest. his favorite position would be u bend over any piece of furniture while he fucks u from behind. he loves to watch u scratch the surface and lap for breath.

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

eren is 100% ass man so short skirts are his thing. he loves when u watch tight clothes that hug your body just right and show of your curves. i also feel like he loves when u give him innocent looks. the idea that u don't know that he's going to ruin u turns him on.

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

honestly he loves receiving more. he just wants to feel you choking on his cock. the veins on his cock get so sensitive when u lick them. he also loves when u wait for his cock to shoot in your mouth.

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

his thrusts are deep and rough. he doesn't really like going too fast because is main goal is to make u cry. he hits your cervix with every thrust and u can see it moving in your belly. he makes sure to be as deep as possible when he cums

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

he doesn't experiments with new unknown kinks but he loves to fuck u in risky places. he loves to see the look on your face as u look around to see if no one's watching. it makes him cum so fast.

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

he can go two rounds. he gets overly sensitive after the second round and doesn't cum too much. he can last good 20 minutes, but it depends... im sure when he's needy he cums after 2 minutes.

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

why would u want toys when he has his big cock? he gets jealous of toys so u just owns some bondage toys. he doesn't like the idea of vibrator making u cum instead of his cock. doesn't use any toys on himself. he usually just jerks off to your pics.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

i feel like he likes to be straight to the point. he doesn't like teasing too much because he knows he wouldn't like that if u did that to him. but he makes u hold it until he feels like cumming as he whispers "almost there baby." into your ear.

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

he is not the loudest but also hot the most quiet one. whenever u give him head, he lets his head fall back and moan loudly because of your skilled tongue. he growls everytime he sinks into your warm cunt and groans in between thrusts. he can't hold back when he cums, always moaning and groaning loudly.

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

he makes u caress his cock whenever u get jealous. he takes your hand and puts it over his bulge saying "this is all yours baby. did u forget?" even tho he likes to get others know that he owns u, he loves to u to know that u own him too.

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

eren's good 8 inches. he's more of a shower than a grower. his cock doesn't have any significant arch to it. he's just big and fat with veins running along with shaft. his huge cock head is dark pink color when aroused. it hurts every time u fuck even after long foreplay :(( his balls are average size and they are lighter than his cock.

#snk eren #eren yaegar #shingeki no kyoujin eren #eren jeager #eren x y/n #attack on titan eren #eren x reader #eren jeager smut #eren jaeger #eren jeager x y/n #eren jeager headcanons #aot smut #aot x reader #attack on titan #snk #aot headcanons #attack on titan smut #eren headcanons

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dxckgrxsonx · 1 year

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I've come across some more Gotham Knights!Dick dialogue to add to our collective brain rot. Upon taking down a thug he said "Aww? Is that all?" in the most condescending voice like yes that is all sir, no thoughts head empty just let me suck your cock. But! Also! I love some fluff so when he says "You're safe. I've got you" (or something like that) to a civilian in the super soft voice??? Yes. I want both sides of this man's personality please

ahahah i love you. 'yes that is all sir' fucking sent me. but also.

that smart, snarky dialogue is killing me. Dick is so good at being condescending. he grins and mocks and pisses people/thugs off because even though he knows people fight harder when they're mad, he still knows he's better. the self confidence is very well earned and that's even more annoying. you could throw your all at this man and he'll pull a clever 180 fucking flip and say something that'll have you seeing red.

you could absolutely try your best against him but what difference does it make?

Sweat slides down your temples and under the collar of your suit, hands shaking almost all the way up to your elbow. You don’t think you could throw a solid punch if you tried, and part of you sniggers at the thought because even when you could throw a punch without trembling, it didn’t make any difference.

Nightwing bounces one of his escrima sticks off of two walls before it hits his target in the side of the head. The man drops to the ground with all the grace of a trash bag full of rocks and you fight to get your legs to function the way you want them to.

The stick ricochets back to its owner and Nightwing catches it in one hand without looking.

You struggle to your feet and sway under the weight of a probable concussion. Across from you Nightwing’s mouth kicks up in a grin and you find yourself furious, itching for a fight if only to get a chance to wipe the smirk from his face.

Stepping forwards on one foot you blink, and without a sound Nightwing kicks his foot into your knee and you go down swearing.

He stands over you, the light behind him casting you in his shadow. Tucking his escrima sticks back over his shoulders Nightwing crouches down to look you in the eye.

“Aww, is that all?”

but also the softness, the empathy. he's incredibly passionate and he cares. the people he speaks to will have witnessed or been involved in things that are horrifying, potentially life changing and for him to take the time to check, to reassure?

im weak and have never wanted to give someone head so bad. sir pls let me suck you off.

You blink and there’s a splatter of blood up the length of your arm. It’s warm and wet and disgusting and you want to tear out of your own skin. Your brain digs itself into the worn groove of panic and your throat closes up, something heavy clamping down around your neck.

Pain jumbles up between the rapid fire signals in your head and when you glance down at your arm you’ve rubbed the skin raw. Your sleeve is damp with someone else's blood and your stomach rolls. You want to be sick. You’re going to cry.

You can’t stop rubbing at your arm.

The movement is repetitive, maybe mindless. You don’t stop until someone touches your hand, softly, gently and you flinch back like you’ve been wounded.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Someone says, and when you look up, catalogue the mask on his face and the blue symbol on his chest you tremble. “You’re safe.”

Nightwing crouches down in front of you, keeps himself in your direct line of sight. There are bodies behind him but he doesn’t let you look, just shifts his weight to block your view.

“Look at me. Just look at me, okay?”

You nod, still shaking, still rubbing at your arm convinced the blood is soaking into your skin. But you don’t look away, you keep your focus on Nightwing, on the sharp line of his jaw, the plushness of his mouth. He reaches out again, slower, and takes your hand, stops you dragging your sleeve over your arm.

“You’re safe.” He says again, and smooths his thumb over your trembling knuckles. “I’ve got you.”

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x you #nightwing x reader #nightwing x you #asks #answered #anonymous

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megmischief · 1 year

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Seb x Reader - Moonlight Kiss Part 3 (AFAB reader)

E RATED. MDNI. 🔞

Trigger warning: Sexual content and mentions of body dysmorphia.

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As you feel the hard length press against you, you can't help but feel a heat begin to burn within. You press yourself up against Sebastian's member to be greeted with a faint whimper. It was clear he was trying to hide it. After fidgeting about for a while, pretending to accidentally brush against your man, he decides he can't take it any longer.

"Hey..." He whispers into your ear, his voice a little wobbly. "Im just gonna pop to the toilet..."

You smirk to yourself. You knew what he was going to do, but you weren't going to let him. "Owhhh...but I'm comfy." You whine.

Sebastian starts to get fidgety himself. "Y-Yeah... I know... and so am I. But we have a problem." You turn around to see Sebastian pointing at his crotch.

You giggle. "Yeah, I know. I've known the whole time."

Sebastian turns as red as one of the pomegranates from your orchard. "Look... I know I was messing with you earlier...but truthfully I dont know if I'm ready..." He looks down, almost as if he were ashamed.

"Sebastian. We literally got into this relationship like... two hours ago. I'm not ever going to rush you into anything. Especially something you aren't comfortable with. We have the rest of our lives to warm up to doing stuff like that anyway." You kiss his cheek and rub his head. Sebastian's timid side was rather adorable.

"Thank you...and I know. I just...haven't done it before. Like...all the way. Yeah, I've messed around with people... but ... never all the way." Sebastian begins to fiddle with his frog plush you were previously cuddling.

"Sebastian...to be honest. I haven't even done that. So you have nothing to worry about at all." Your blush now matching you timid boyfriend's.

Sebastian looks up and into your eyes. "Are you serious? Not that I think that you'd sleep around... not that there's anything wrong with that either...but...I was sure someone as gorgeous as you would have..."

You giggle at his comment and flick his arm. "Have you know, young Seb, just because I am a year older than you, I am holding out for the right person. I just...am very self-conscious and get bad dysmorphia so showing my body is...kind of a big thing for me..." As you confess to Seb, you feel your eyes become watery. It wasn't an easy subject to talk about, but knowing that Seb fought his own battles, you didn't mind sharing your own with him.

Sebastian pulls you into a gentle kiss, cupping your cheek. "Thank you for telling me...and...hopefully one day you will feel good enough in your own skin tand feel exactly the way I see you... You are the most beautiful person I've seen in my life." Sebastian pulls you into his lap, embracing you as tightly as he could without hurting you.

Nuzzling into his neck, you whisper back to him. "It makes me feel better to know I'm not the only one in their twenties to have never done anything." You let out a weak chuckle and straddle your boyfriends lap to reach a more comfortable position.

Sebastian lets out a small grunt as you brush past his member. "Y-Yeah...me too, actually..." Sebastian quickly picks you up to switch your positions.

You felt tiny underneath the raven-haired boy's body. Although he wasn't the most tall guy going, you weren't exactly tall either.

"So...tell me the parts of your body you don't like." Seb gently smiles at you as you look up at him.

Avoiding eye contact at all costs, you mumble back to him. "My legs...and my stomach..."

Sebastian begins to move down the bed, holding his eye contact with you the whole time. He begins to kiss gently from the bottom of your leg, up to your thigh. As his does this, you can't help but watch, feeling the heat within grow further. "S-Sebby...what're doing...?"

"I want you to realise how beautiful you really are. I love these parts of you. I love all the parts of you. Ummm...I-... Can...I go further...?"

Your eyes widen, realising what he meant. You knod, allowing him the consent to go further than you had both ever gone.

Sebastian slowly ran his hands under the hoodie you wore, feeling your soft skin beneath. You shudder at his touch. He leans down further to begin kissing at your hips and lower stomach. You couldn't contain yourself any longer as you let out a soft moan. Realising what had just happened, you slap your hand to your mouth with a loud clap.

Sebastian laughs. "You don't have to do that. It's really cute. Plus, the room is soundproofed for band practice, so no one will hear unless they're pressed against the door." Gazing at you with complete adoration, Seb pulls your hand away from your mouth. "Um...I'm sorry if I don't exactly end up being any good at this." He begins scratching the back of his head. A nevous trait you soon realised not long after meeting him.

"Seb, it's not like I'm going to know what's good or what's not." You laugh back at him. "Plus, I probably won't be any good myself."

"Nonsense..." Seb mumbles as his lips crash into yours.

Your hands begin to wonder around Sebastian's body, yanking off his shirt. You wanted to feel every inch of his skin, building up a picture in your mind that only you could see.

As your kiss grew rougher and more lustful, you began to feel Sebastian grinding against you. Sebastian lets out a huff against your neck, and you can't help but meet his hips.

Your hands find their way up into Seb's soft hair. You can't help but to slightly pull as you feel yourself become wild with desperation.

Sebastian moves on, kissing down to your neck. He lingers there for a while, nibbling and kissing, leaving marks. He breaks away from the kiss to slowly pull off the hoodie you had borrowed.

Looking up at him, you couldn't help but feel completely exposed as your chest lay bare in front of him.

Sebastian reached down, gently tracing every curve. "You are breathtaking..."

You lean back up, pulling him back into a long and rough kiss. Sebastian moans into the kiss, holding the back of your neck. He begins moving down once more, this time further than your neck. Placing a hand on one side of your chest, he begins placing soft kisses on the other. You feel him begin to pay attention to your nipple, sucking and nibbling between kisses.

"Se-...bastian..." Whimpering you hold onto his hair again with one hand, the sheets with the other.

Sebastian continues his torment, kissing down to your navel, leaving more marks as he goes. Once he gets to your hips, you lift them up, allowing him to pull off the borrowed boxers. You could feel yourself already ready to receive Sebastian, but still, he continued. Placing light kisses against your folds, you couldn't help but whimper.

"Can I?" Sebastian asks you, softly.

You nod back in response.

Sebastian moves your legs further apart and situates himself between them. He begins to plant more kisses until he pushes his tongue up to your clit. You arch your back as you feel a sudden surge of electricity within. Seeing your reaction, Sebastian continues, flicking his tongue up and down.

"Sebas-tian...S'too...good..." You whimper, pulling onto his hair tighter.

Continuing to lick and suck at your clit, he slowly pushes a finger into you. You see him peer over at you, checking up on you to ensure you were comfortable with everything he was doing. You could feel the heat burn within you as it grew more and more intense.

Gradually, Sebastian begins to move his finger in and out of you, hitting all the right spots. You couldn't help yourself but moan. Seb adds another finger, arching them upwards as he moves them faster and faster. You begin to feel your walls come crashing down around you as the electricity spreads throughout your body.

"Sebastian...!" You cry, wrapping your legs around his shoulders as you begin to shake with ecstasy.

Sebastian ensures to continue as you ride out your orgasm. After finishing, he lifts your legs off of his shoulders and makes his way back up to pull you into a delicate kiss. "Would you...rather be on top or have me continue...?"

"On top, please..." You whisper into the kiss.

Sebastian lays down in the spot you once were. Before climbing on top, you remove his remaining boxers. You take a moment to take in the shape of your boyfriends body. He was perfect. You reach over to his length and begin to move your hand up and down, causing small gasps to escape from Seb's mouth.

"I have a condom in that drawer..." Seb points over to his computer desk.

You pause, looking up at him. "I'm on birth control...I...want to feel you...so if it's okay with you..."

Sebastian nods, understandingly. He felt the same way. He wanted to feel as close to you as he could. Sebastian moves up the bed, leaning against the headboard. You straddle him, lining him up with your entrance. Sebastian holds onto your hips as you slowly lower yourself onto his member. You whimper as you feel him pushing against every one of your walls.

"Oh my god..." Sebastian moans as his head arches back. "You feel so good..."

You can't help but feel your body weaken from both pleasure and pain. Leaning into Seb, your chests pressed together, you wrap your arms around him tightly. Sebastian holds you tightly as he begins to slowly move in and out.

You both pant into each other's necks, holding each other tightly. Sebastian begins to fasten his pace as you could feel the familiar surge of electricity begin to resurface.

Picking you back up and switching your position again, Sebastian wraps your legs around his waist. "I don't think it's going to take me much longer..." he whispers into your ear.

"It's...okay...me neither..." You manage to whimper back.

As Sebastian's pace quickens and his thrusts become sloppier, you feel his member begin twitching from within you. You couldn't help but tighten your walls as he hit your sweet spot.

"Seb, I'm gonna..." You hold him tightly as your orgasm crashes waves over your body once more.

Feeling you tighten leads Sebastian to speed up further. "Me too..." He mumbles. As his pace quickens, you begin to feel yourself become fuller. Your insides warm. Sebastian moans your name loudly as he cums inside of you.

"I'm sorry I wasn't quick enough to-" He begins panicking.

You lazily giggle, reaching up to stroke his cheek. "It's fine. I promise." All you felt was an intense love for this man. It had been three years since you had met, and you had been pining for at least two of them.

Kissing your cheek, Sebastian reaches over to grab some tissues from his computer desk and begins to clean you up. He then cleans himself up and climbs back into bed. You both embrace each other, wanting to feel each other's warmth within the cold room.

"Thank you for being so gentle..." You smile up at him.

"Thank you too..." He chuckles, pulling the blankets over you both.

You were both absolutely exhausted, and it didn't take long for you to fall asleep in each other's arms. Sebastian held onto you as though you were the most precious thing in the world. You finally felt as though you had found the one.

#stardew valley fanfic #sebastian stardew valley #stardew valley #sdv #sdv sebastian #sebastian #sebastian sdv #sebastian x reader #stardew sebastian #stardew valley sebastian #sebastian x farmer #sebastian x y/n #sebastian x mc

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fluffypandabun · 1 year

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Hiya ! If you're still doing the prompt list asks, could you maybe do 12 and 37 with lee!Eddie and ler!Wally? You absolutely don't have to if you don't want to !! Just a suggestion <3

Have a lovely day/night, you amazing person !!!

"Uh.....Whoops?" Is all Eddie could think of to say as he stood there ackwardly with a freshly bruised head and a paint splattered shirt from where he'd, ever the accident prone, had tripped and crashed into Wallys little table that held all his freshly mixed paint colors, spalttering both him and the painter with bright shades of orange and pink paint.

Wally stared at his now paint splattered shirt, mouth slightly agape, before he lifted his head up and narrowed his eyes at the mailman. Eddie was relieved to see there was no real anger in the puppets eyes, it had been a genuine accident after all, but there was something....else in his gaze that made him nervous.

Wally slowly standing up from his chair, never breaking eye contact, certianly didnt help either. Even tho the yellow puppet was smaller then him by quite a bit, it didnt stop Eddie from letting out a squeak and nervously taking a few steps back away from the painter.

"H-Hold on Wally, I-I can explain-!" Wallys expression morphed into that of his signatue cat-like smile, he chuckled.

"Run." Eddie didnt need to be told twice, instantly scrambiling to run for the hills and hopefully find one of the other neighbors who would be willing to hide him and save him from Wallys wrath.

He didnt get very far however, tripping over his own two feet in his haste to run away, he ended up tumbling to the soft grassy ground. Landing face first with a groan.

There was a slight gasp nearby him, one Eddie assumed came from Wally.

"Eddie! Are you alright?" Yep that was him.

"Yeah!" Eddie said, voice muffled by the ground. "Im good!"

....Wait a minutie wasnt he just trying to run away from-!

"Oh good! That means I can do this!"

Before the mailman even had time to defend himself and wiggle away, he felt a small weight settle on the middle of his back. Wiggiling fingers desended upon his exposed sides, skittering up and down at a quick pace.

"You know Eddie, I thought I'd have to actually chase u around for a bit. But you make it too easy~"

The mailman instantly burst into loud giggly laughter, legs kicking behind him and he desperatly tried to reach up to grab at Wallys hands.

"Eheheheee! Wally nohohoho!"

"Wally Yes~" The puppet sing songed, switching tactics to gently kneading the soft plush of the mailmans sides.

"You brought this onto yourself Eddie, should have been watching where you were going~"

Eddie snorted, desperatly trying to twist his body around in hopes of grabbing ahold of the smaller puppet.

"Y-Yohohohu were distracting mehehehehe!" If Wally had eyebrows he would have raised one. "Oh? And now your blaming me? After spilling all my good paint that I slaved hours of the day mixing to get just right?" He tsk'd, shaking his head.

"For shame Eds"

If Eddie could roll his eyes at the moment he would have. "You are sohohohoho dramatihihihic!"

Wally let out a scandalized gasp. "Dramatic? Me? Dramatic?" the painter narrowed his eyes playfully, although the other puppet couldnt see it.

"Oh I'll show you dramatic~"

Eddies eyes widdened at the puppets tone, even more so when he heard him take in a sudden deep gasp of air. "W-Wait! Wahihihihit! Wall-EEHEHEHEH!" The mailman was cut off by his own shriek of hysterical laughter as Wally suddenly leaned down to blow a raspberry right in the center of Eddies back, he even had the auadcaity to blow another one right afterwards.

After holding himself back in fear of accidentally hurting his smaller friend, Eddie finally gave in and bucked violently, turning himself fully around and onto his back. Finally managing to grab onto Wallys wrists, gasping for breath as he tried to control his lingering giggles.

Wally, who now sat a top Eddies stomach, looked down as his red-faced friend. He was wearing Eddies signature hat, which had gone flying off him sometime during his squirming, it fit oddly on the puppets swirled hair. He giggled.

"How was that for dramatic huh~?"

Eddie groaned, letting go of Wallys wrists in favor of drapping an arm across his face.

"Ugh you are so mehehehan."

Wally chuckled. "Shouldnt have knocked over my paint" he poked the mailman in the belly, causing him to jump and squeak.

"...You arent actually mad about that are you?" Eddie asked after a moment, a hint of anxiety creeping into his voice. Wallys eyes widdened.

"What? Oh no Eddie of course not, it was an accident" He gave the mailman a gentle smile, before it morphed into a smirk as he poked him in the nose.

"Though if you really do wanna make it up to me, which you dont have too but knowing you youre gonna want to, you can help me mix up some more paint. Deal?"

Eddie took his arm off his face to give the painter a smile. "Deal.....after I do this."

"Do what- woooah-! W-Wait Eddihihihihie! Nohohoho!"

#pandabuns posts #pandabuns fic #Welcome Home tickle #Wally tickle!#hehehe i love writing for these two #thank u for the prompt!#My hc is that Eddies worse spot is his back and the others love to bully him about it #Sometimes when hes sad he gets gently back scratches that tickle reallly badly but he still loves them #another hc is that Eddie gets self consious whenever he messes up so the others will tickle him to let him know that they arent upset #with him or anything

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ya-boi-haru · 1 year

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You know what, you seem cool...

*dumps all of my Seduce Me Headcannons/theories*

~Contains Spoilers~

• The only reason the boys were back in the Chicago area to begin with was for Harold's funeral. They heard about it on the news and all went into shock.

• Getting their Human names went one of 4 ways: 1) They picked them themselves 2) Harold had the names on IDs ready to go, and let them pick a card - he just had to add the persons photo 3) Harold gave them the names persoanlly 4) Damien picked them all out beforehand while he was learning about the Human World

• The reason Sam didn't get to pick - or they didnt have time to do his choice - where they went on for trips was cause he kept losing at rock - paper - scissors (or coin tosses etc) so he never got to pick

• Since Sam and Damien can't read, if they were left on their own to order something they'd just point at something and hope it was good

• It took a bunch of Trial and error to learn that Matthew likes sweeter Coffee

• Damien Is Demisexual - or Graysexual, somewhere on that spectrum (im prepared to die on this hill)

• I could also see Erik being Demi

• Sam was super nervous to tell Carrie he was a Demon and was working himself up, but she already knew

• Damien can get overstimulated with sound sometimes due to his mind-reading. Even when he's human he can still get it from time to time in stressful situations.

• Damien would get frequent panic attacks and the others got really good at learning how to ground him and calm him down. When Mika gets stressed or panics about school or work stuff they use similar techniques.

• Sam does the most abbreviated texts (eg; c u 2nite) James uses proper grammar, Matthew uses Emojis and gifs, Erik knows all the flirty lingo, Damien also abbreviates but not as bad as Sam and he likes using the occasional Emoji😊☺️

• Matthew has fun ringtones while James uses default ones.

• Matthew has Sam saved as "Jackass" and Sam has Matthew saved as "Pipsqueak" (or something similar)

• Erik & Matthew are the type that get sick/pass out when their blood gets taken. Sam sometimes does too, but he will never admit it

• (In the Anderson mansion) James & Erik's rooms were neat and tidy - Erik would decorate. Damiens and Mattgews were stuffed with plushness- clean but not tidy. Sams is the messiest

• They let Matthew try an energy drink once... they never let him again.

• If nights were really bad, Damien would go stay with one of his brothers (mainly either Matthew or Sam since the older ones were always busy and they weren't allowed near) They would stay up with him and talk or try to think of other things to drown out the rest of it all. In the human world if he had a bad nightmare or anything, he'd still get up and go and talk to one of his brothers.

• (this one's based off an old video I made + I'll be using Sam for this one, cause Cannon route)

After the party the boys saw what Mikas dad was like and how tense Mika was during the event. So after the party Sam approached Mika to ask if she was okay. She thought he was talking about Malix for a moment but then he says that She was tense and acting not like herself during the party; that he knows a thing or two about a shitty dad and that he's here if she wants to talk.

• During the party the boys would give Mika small encouragements/ comfort throughout the night whenever they saw the opportunity. Matthew would come to her with extra snacks, or they would distract guests when she needed a break from questions.

• Micheala explained "Soul Marks" and I joked that they're a magic equivalent of a Hickey. So after Mika and [one of the brothers] did it - or they fed off her - they knewww and teased the brother about it.

• Erik wasn't prepared for Mika to flirt back

• The tags that Sam through away ultimately went into the Anderson Mansion. Mika found them (she was younger at this time) and gave them to Harold. They had demon magic energy on it, which Harold could sence. He dropped Mika off early to investigate it more

• One night, Sam and Mika hung out on the roof until the stars came out. Mika pointed out the constellations she knew

• James and Erik had to help the other 3 with their ties (+ the MC if they're played as male)

• Whenever the boys would pine for Mika, Damien had to sit and suffer in silence as he heard their nervous thoughts

• Since Mika was one of the boys first they probably did most of their 'exploring' with her.

• When the incubrothers learned they could never really tell her dad about what they were, they were a little upset - especially Sam. (Damien didn't have much of a problem with it since he wants to be human - and turns - anway)

• The Brothers quickly made Monopoly a forbidden game

• Damien adores his hair being played with and has fallen sleep because of it multiple times

•Matthew and Damiens hair gets frizzy/Curly in humid/rain weather

⚠️The next lot of headcannons are based on the more heavier topics of the game and involve Trigger Warnings such as abuse and assault, please proceed with caution:

• After James asked Mika how she got the bruise on her cheek and she brushed it off, no way he didn't know. James knew immediately and knew not to push further. Damien also knew - due to mind reading.

- Damien also dissociated a little after "seeing/hearing" what had happened to Mika.

• In the first flashback In the first game it notes that Damien hid behind Sam... I headcannon that Sam defended Damien from their father a lot. It would normally end in violence since Sam "defyed" his father. But he would also take blame for something that Damien did so he wouldn't get hurt getting in trouble. Sam would also beat up any imps that messed with him.

• Sometimes after being forced to mentally hear his mother and father, Damien go into sever panic attacks and didn't want to be touched and lashed out at imps that tried to 'control' him. These were the worst of them but the brothers knew how to handle it.

#seduce me the otome headcannons #can you tell Sam is my favourite?#part 2? maybe #seduce me the otome #seduce me demon war #seduce me the complete story #seduce me damien #seduce me diana #seduce me james #seduce me erik #seduce me sam #seduce me matthew

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