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anantaru · 11 months

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— how to make them blush

including dan heng, sampo, jing yuan, blade, gepard, welt, luocha x gn! reader

꒰ genre ꒱ — fluff, blushy boys, very cute

contrary to popular belief, it doesn't require a lot of effort to make your boyfriend dan heng blush radiantly because of something you'd do— for instance, delicately ruffle his soft hair, or easily grabbing his hand while you‘re going on a leisure walk or placing a precious and thoughtful compliment on him so he doesn‘t forget how much you love him. it begins slowly, and dan heng doesn‘t take his eyes from you, yet the very reason you can see it focused, more unimpeded. the casting of soothing red evincing on his person, gently cascading over the outlines of his sharp features like rural waves and there he was, you smile triumphantly at him when you catch it— expressing and doughy, the luminous scarlet color.

in the early stages of your relationship, you never thought that the usual confident and self assured sampo actually had a pretty deep soft spot of being praised and complimented by you. he likes, no, adores, when you compliment the most arbitrary things he'd carry out— whether it was easily cooking you dinner, situating a pure smile on your lips or planning ahead an upcoming date for the both of you. by the stowing means of this, you decide to do it again and tell him how impossible cute he was and how much you valued all the effort he put forth, especially how so very special and ambrosial while your boyfriend will quickly stave his head away from you before you can see it, an exultant blush flickering a powerfully charming redness on his entire face.

a man, specifically a well renowned general, such as jing yuan himself was quite difficult to fluster in a way where he‘d end up blushing and reddening honest warmth. but, evidently, you weren‘t one to give up on such a big challenge, the thought of having the man blushing in front of you was far too delicious to refuse on. so, you massage his scalp, kiss him and show him your brightest smile, yet nothing seem to work for some reason. but then, it‘s different, out of the natural sphere, when after an entire day of trying your hardest to make him show any early signs of redness, you show gradual defeat, eyes heavy and low lidded, drenched in tiredness— to add onto that, jing yuan‘s chest was far too comfortable to get up from. well, little do you realize after a couple of minutes pass, you find yourself deeply slumbering on top of him, and the thought that you feel so safe and shielded by his side, made the sleepy general blush at last.

prior to you, your charming boyfriend blade wasn‘t used to being loved or cared for in his life by anyone at all. to say that this heart warming relationship with you now was a new one, was a clear understatement. be that as it may, you can catch him hide a blush from you quite frequently, especially in the early stages of your togetherness, he for no other reason cannot help himself and get easily emotional at the thought that he has you, you're his, greater reason that you love him just the way he was and accepted each flaw, each scar, without a single care throughout the entire universe. but, one particular motion that will make the man blush instantly, faster and the most distinguished— in its highest duration, was when you cuddled him in midst the night, without saying a word, both quietly tangled under the soft sheets, and you whisper a little "i love you" right against his ear shell.

gepard finds it immensely captivating when you listen to the little, fun stories he tends to tell you all after coming home from his hard work. suddenly, he becomes shy when he notices that he talked far too much and wordlessly fears that he might‘ve bored you to death by some of his seemingly uninteresting stories, or that's how he referred to them. at the same time, when he looks at you up closer and realizes that you were in fact, eagerly listening to each of the words he expelled from his lips, gepard can‘t help himself but shine a glittering red towards your direction— cheeks puckered and flustered scarlet and spreading onto his entire face. "so?" you say, effortlessly snapping him back to the present, "how does the story end?" and your boyfriend suddenly leans into you without warning, to place a subtle peck on your lips, words couldn't possibly describe that feeling.

welt doesn't blush, nope, that's the end, he unelaborately doesn't. the man keeps himself in tact pretty forthcoming and without an issue— besides, he doesn't think it's possible for him to blush in the first place. then there's you, moving your lips slightly to indicate a smile as you slant forward, "your hair." you point out, "let me fix it." and progress your hand into his strands to couple the lousy hair hanging carelessly on his forehead. it's a mess, both the bloody situation and welt who, for some unclear reason, couldn't stomach what just had happened and he quickly pulls his head away— taking off his glasses and act as if he had to clean them, even though he just did that five minutes ago. a keen smirk plays around the edges of your mouth when you realize what was going on, yet you do not speak, don't say anything, but make a mental note to never forget on how to make your usually sophisticated boyfriend the exact opposite.

luocha knows whenever you try to fluster him, beyond everything, he has observant eyes and effortlessly sees through all the teeny tiny schemes you tend to carry out with him. when you become more clingy and coo sweet nothings towards his direction, or when you decide that your boyfriend deserves a couple more kisses than the day before, he can see that you were attempting to play tricks on him and coax out the desired reaction. but what luocha did not see coming was that, as a matter of fact, it was beginning to work, quite powerful as well. conveniently there he was, having you wrapped around his strong arms as you do it again, sneakily kissing from his collarbones to the outline of his sharp jaw, until placing your lips on him at all. he instantly blushes, pulling his hand to the back of your head to keep you into the kiss, so you wouldn't catch him, wouldn't flash him a cheeky smile afterwards too when you'd realize that you managed to make him flustered at the very end.

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enha-doodles · 18 days

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Hey can you do a reaction to Slytherin boys reacting to the reader being a bookworm ?

Thankyou 💗💗

SLYTHERIN GUYS REACTION TO YOU BEING A BOOKWORM | ✧⁺。

Pairing : ( Mattheo , Tom , Theodore, Lorenzo, Draco ) x reader

Note : tysm for the request and i hope you enjoy it hehe 🤭🤭

Warnings : none

Mattheo Riddle

Even though Mattheo thinks reading sessions are about as thrilling as watching paint dry compared to his usual parties, he puts on a brave face for your sake because he loves you so much . He sticks around while you bury your nose in books, though his mind might wander to livelier activities. Despite the occasional yawn, he's willing to endure the quiet moments for his darling , he is a romantic and caring guy afterall

Tho he'll complain and whine all the while you won't pay attention to him and roll his eyes upon your books

Tom Riddle

Tom secretly enjoys the peaceful vibe when you're both lost in your own literary worlds. He won't admit it out loud, but he finds it oddly comforting to share comfortable silences with you, even if he'd rather be plotting world domination. Who knew the Dark Lord had a soft spot for reading?

He'd leave some of his books on your table so you'd read them , he loves seeing you smile while you read something interesting especially of his choice , your reactions making him obsessed fall deeper for you .

Theodore Nott

Theodore scratches his head trying to figure out why you're so obsessed with books, but he's a good sport about it. He might ask you why on earth you spend so much time with your nose buried in pages, but hey, to each their own, right? As long as you're happy, he's cool with it, even if he doesn't get it.

He is someone who is smart without much effort - that is the reason he doesn't understand your affection with books , which also has some people wonder why he's not into ravenclaw but then his Slytherin tendencies prove his loyalty to his house

Lorenzo Berkshire

Lorenzo is like a kid in a candy store when he realizes you both share a love for books. He's all in, racing you to finish books first and gleefully bragging when he beats you to the last page. Who knew reading could be such a competitive sport? But hey, it's all in good fun, right?

He's also a very literature typa guy so he'd have you on his lap while you're cuddled into him and you're both reading the same book . You have many of your dates in the library and none of you seem to mind .

Draco Malfoy

Draco puts up a fuss about your bookworm tendencies, claiming they're not even close to being as exciting as qudditch or poker or any other rich kid shit he has done . But secretly, he's low-key intrigued by what you're reading. He'll grumble about it, of course, but then he'll sneakily ask about the plot or characters, trying to act like he's not interested. Classic Draco, always putting on a show.

He's also very bratty so he'll be annoyed af if he's speaking and you'll tell him to shut up because you're on a good part atm coz sweetheart does he look like he cares ? He does

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fallinallincurls · 2 months

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pancakes for two, i will always love you

this is my (late) entry for demi's lowkey lovefest 2k24! thank you so much for hosting this fun little challenge @wyattjohnston!

this fic is also a belated birthday gift to the amazing @desiredposion!! inspiration struck and i had to make the most of it so i hope you love this! this was also my first time writing for nico which was so much fun.

prompt used: "don't ever stop looking at me like that."

heavily inspired by the lyrics "maple syrup, coffee, pancakes for two, hash brown, egg yolk, i will always love you" from keep driving by harry styles

hope you enjoy!! feedback is always appreciated! xx

word count: 1.3k+

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Dating a professional hockey player means that slow mornings are a rarity. Usually, Nico is up and out the door for morning skate before your eyes even open. But today, you’re lucky enough to get the extra time in bed with the man you love for the first time in what feels like forever.

As sunlights bathes the room in a subtle, but beautiful golden glow, you snuggle in closer to Nico in an effort to absorb the heat radiating from his body. His strong arms tighten around you instinctively and even though his eyes remain closed, he presses a kiss to your forehead before dropping his head into the crook of your neck.

“Morning, Neeks.”

“Mm,” He hums contently, making you giggle and you relish in the rough feeling of his scruff against your skin. You card a hand through his tousled hair, earning a soft moan in response.

“Come on, schatzi.” He murmurs, dragging out the syllables of each word as a slight smirk appears on his lips. “You know how much I like it when you play with my hair.”

“Oh trust me, I know.” You chuckle, moving your hand to his cheek just as Nico lifts his head and his gorgeous brown eyes meet yours. A comfortable silence settles between the two of you, the playfulness that was evident just seconds ago fading even though the identical tender smiles on your faces continue to grow.

“We don’t get to do this enough.” Nico whispers, gaze never leaving yours as he pulls you impossibly closer to him. You rest a hand on his bare chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart and try to commit every detail about this moment to memory. Nothing but pure adoration rushes through your veins as you admire the beautiful man next to you.

“That’s okay. It makes these rare mornings that much more special.”

“I’m going to tell the team we can’t ever have practice until after 10 at the earliest.” Nico grins, his dimples appearing as he laughs at his own little joke.

“You have that power as captain?” You tease, pressing a kiss to his nose, his cheek, and finally his lips. Nico smiles into the kiss before deepening it for a few seconds, bringing out that familiar need for him.

“I don’t really know, but I deserve some more time with my girl so I’ll make it a rule. I don’t care what anyone says.” He mumbles against your lips, voice low and still full of sleep.

Your heart swells as you drink in the sight of your boyfriend. Nico’s eyes are sparkling with love and his sweet smile is the most gorgeous thing you’ve ever seen. His hair is a mess but somehow still looks perfect and you absentmindedly trace shapes on his shoulder, feeling the well toned muscles there.

He is a dream. And despite all odds, you’re the lucky one who gets to love him every single day. That’s something you’ll never take for granted because you never thought you’d find someone as kind, caring and amazing as Nico.

Yet, here you are.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when Nico presses another tender kiss to your cheek before pulling away like he’s going to get up.

“Hey, hey! Where do you think you’re going?” You tease him, grabbing onto his forearm in an effort to keep him in bed.

“To make breakfast?” Nico replies, more as a question than a statement. His brows knit together in confusion and the cutest look crosses over his facial features.

“Right now? We can’t stay and cuddle for five more minutes?” Nico can’t help but chuckle at the adorable pout you’re putting on display, but doesn’t give into your antics. Instead, he leans down to give you one last kiss before heading towards the bedroom door.

“Yes, right now. By the time you’re done with your morning routine, everything will be ready. I promise. We have all day to be cozy and do absolutely nothing.” He reassures you, that cheeky smile of his blossoming across his lips and bringing out his dimples again.

“Not fair, Neeks!” You call after him, that giddy feeling of happiness rushing through you when you hear his laughter floating down the hallway. After soaking in the warmth for a few more seconds, you reluctantly drag yourself out of bed to shower and get your morning routine done.

And true to his word, when you enter the kitchen dressed in sweats and one of Nico’s shirts ready for a lazy day in with your boyfriend, you find the counter covered in a full breakfast spread. A mug of coffee made just the way you like it, pancakes for two, maple syrup, hash browns and eggs are all plated and ready to be enjoyed.

“Nico,” You breathe out, shock and awe evident in your voice. Nico is always doing something sweet for you, no matter how big or small, but you weren’t expecting this at all. “What is this for?”

“Just because.” Nico shrugs, a bashful look on his face. His cheeks are pink with blush and those gorgeous brown eyes are twinkling with excitement. “We don’t get many mornings together like this. I wanted to spoil you. Made all your favorites.” He admits before stealing a kiss from you and passing you a full plate he somehow put together without you noticing.

“I love you.” There’s nothing else you can say. After all the time together, these little gestures still warm your heart and are the kindest reminders of Nico’s love for you.

“I love you too, schatzi. Now come on, let’s eat. We’ve got a whole lot of nothing to do today.” Nico teases, sitting down next to you at the table.

As you enjoy breakfast together, the two of you talk about everything and anything. Nico tells you some funny stories from practice yesterday and catches you up on all the drama about how Jack likes a girl, but won’t make a move. You fill him in on your latest project at work and how you scheduled a girls day with your best friend for later that week.

“We’re going to check out that new bookstore in Hoboken! The one right by the restaurant we really like on the waterfront. I’m looking for the next book in the series I’m reading so hopefully they have it.”

Noticing Nico has been quiet the whole time you’ve been talking, your rambling trails off. But before you can ask what’s wrong, your breath is stolen away. Because when you take in the sight of your boyfriend, you see the fondest look on his face. One that you recognize of pure love and adoration. It’s the look of someone who has found exactly where they should be. The look of someone who has found happiness in the simplicity of spending their life with another person.

“Please don’t ever stop looking at me like that.” You murmur, the words slipping past your lips before you even realize what you’re saying. Nico’s gentle smile just grows, his hand reaching for yours.

“Like what?” He teases, that familiar playfulness evident through his question.

“Like nothing else in the world matters but the love that we have. Like you’re the happiest right here with me.”

“I am the happiest with you. Always will be.” Nico whispers before pulling you in for a deep kiss. He says everything with that kiss, words aren’t necessary and wouldn’t do justice to how he feels about you. You melt into his gentle touch, smiling against his lips as everything else falls away for just a moment.

“And you’re right,” He starts when the kiss breaks, his big brown eyes never leaving yours. “Nothing else even compares to the way I love you.”

And right then, over pancakes and coffee that Nico made you, you know he’s going to be the man you marry. The one you spend the rest of your days with. Because this kind of love is once-in-a-lifetime and you don’t want to go through life without him by your side.

#nico hischier #nico hischier fic #nico hischier fics #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier blurb #nico hischier blurbs #nico hischier fluff #nhl fic #nhl imagine #hockey fic #hockey imagine

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vampwritesstuff · 10 months

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TMNT Brothers when Reader is on her Period

I’m totally not writing this because I’m on mine rn 💀 Also, I’ve got a few requests and I swear I will work on them! I jst have a motivation issue and it sucks, but if you would like to see more of my work you can checkout my Multi-Fandom Masterlist ! (I swear I’ll attempt to make a masterlist for each fandom separately, but we’ll see if I can actually do it lol)

Type: Headcannons

Request?: not a request

TMNT Version: Unspecified, fits for most versions

CW: obviously, mentions of blood and talk of female bodily functions, reader is AFAB

LEO

Man, this guy is oblivious as hell, he doesn’t realize you’re on your period until he sees you in the lair with a heating pad on your abdomen.

Then he feels stupid because it was so obvious you had started.

He thinks he should’ve known as soon as you started becoming more emotional.

Will 100% get you any craving you want, within reason. He’s not gonna let you eat something that’s gonna upset your stomach later.

Is down to just cuddle and watch TV together.

Doesn’t care how much his brothers tease him, he’ll be constantly worried about you.

“Do you guys think she’s alright without me there?” *insert a collective “SHUT UP LEO”*

He knows that your cramps can get crazy bad, but you guys figured out that if he laid his head on your abdomen, the pain was somewhat relieved.

Low key gets sad when you get annoyed with him, he knows you don’t mean to and it’s just the hormones, but he still manages to feel like a kicked puppy when it happens.

RAPH

Doesn’t act like he notices, but he does.

He notices hardcore.

He notices the way you’re walking to the kitchen so sluggishly, with a hand on your abdomen and your face scrunched into a look of discomfort at every movement.

He notices the weird period cravings and actually makes an effort to memorize the ones you like so that he can get more for you.

You get a lot more moody on your period so you’re constantly sassing Raph and he has to remind himself that it’s just your hormones talking.

Secretly restocks your dwindling stash of chocolate.

You don’t notice it though until you catch him in the act.

Acts like doesn’t know what you are talking about and claims he’s only replacing some because he ate a few bars.

You definitely know that’s not the case, but you don’t say anything about it.

He’ll hand you a bottle of ibuprofen/advil/midol etc. when he notices the cramps get debilitating. (Literally me)

Acts annoyed when you ask him to carry you around cause you can’t move from your cramps.

He secretly loves it though cause he can hold you and show off his strength.

MIKEY

Innocent boy doesn’t even know what a period is, was hella embarrassed when you explained it to him.

“YOUR BODY DOES WHAT?” someone help this poor boy.

He’s stunned at learning that your period can last up to a week or even longer.

“How do you bleed for that long and not die and it happens every month?!” Has gained hella respect for you.

He probably tried one of those period cramp simulators and it was horrible, Raph made fun of him for a while before you forced Raph and the other brothers to try it too.

They shut their mouths after that, and now Mikey gets to mock Raph’s squeals.

Willingly tries your period cravings, no matter how weird, and he’s ended up liking most of them.

You don’t even have to ask him to cuddle with you, he just does it because he feels so bad that you have to deal with this every month.

Mikey is very empathetic and in tune with your emotional state during your period, cause he’s an emotional boy too.

DONNIE

Only figured out that you were on your period when he made a joke about it.

“Ignore her, it’s probably just her time of the month.” “Actually, it is.” “HUH?”

Bro was so embarrassed and his brothers wouldn’t let him live it down.

He willingly, without you asking, will go buy you feminine products as a sort of apology. (Does that even count as one? He doesn’t know but at least he’s trying?)

Does research on what happens to the female body during menstruation in hopes of providing you some support.

Doesn’t touch his computer for weeks afterwards.

He’s easily flustered, he can’t help it!

Understands that you know your body better than he does, so he doesn’t really try to intervene with what you normally do during this time of month.

Gives you as much space as you want, but is ready to cuddle and watch pirated movies on his laptop as soon as you ask to.

Gets really happy when he sees you using the microwaveable lavender scented rice stuffed animal he got for you (if ykyk)

#tmnt x reader #tmnt x y/n #tmnt x you #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2018 #rottmnt #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt #tmnt leonardo #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt raphael #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt headcanons #tmnt bayverse

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444takeomi · 11 months

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BOYFRIEND HCS

: ̗̀➛ summary: shinichiro as your boyfriend

character(s): shinichiro sano

warnings: female reader, shin being a massive simp, mentions of smoking

wc: 0.8k

a/n: not me making one post and then disappearing for over a month💀 for anyone who follows this blog don't expect consistency i'm very depressed lol

- i'm just going to start off by saying that shin absolutely adores you

- after getting rejected so many times he was starting to think that there was something wrong with him (poor baby) and so when you agreed to go out with him he literally couldn't believe it

- he stood there incredulously, at a complete loss for words — he must’ve been hearing things, there was no way you would actually say yes

- however the way you smiled fondly and nodded when he asked if he heard you correctly said otherwise, and in that moment he was so happy he felt like he could cry

- he had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming </3

- to this day he still doesn't know how he got so lucky, he thinks you're the prettiest girl he's ever seen and he can't believe he managed to pull you

- he loves you so much <3

- shin is so affectionate with you, always giving you hugs and kisses and holding your hand — he loves pda and doesn't shy away from showing everyone that you're his

- throughout the day you always catch him staring at you with a lovesick grin on his face </3

- takes you on the cutest dates like ice skating, bowling, or going out for ice cream together — they're nothing too fancy but you always end up having fun, there's never a dull moment when you're with shin

- you sometimes surprise him by bringing him a bento while he's at work, and it makes him feel so appreciated that you went out of your way to cook for him <3

- even if you're not the best cook he still thinks everything you make is delicious, especially your bentos because he can tell how much effort goes into them

- whenever you come to the bike shop he always tries to impress you — he intentionally rolls up his sleeves and flexes his muscles while he works, showing off the veins on his forearms

- if his friends are there they will definitely laugh at him, he's not as subtle as he thinks he is💀💀

- shin often goes to the convenience store to pick up a pack of cigarettes and a can of coke, and even before you started dating he would always buy your favourite snack and drink as well

- if you smoke he always offers his cigarettes to you, gets giddy at the thought of indirectly kissing you as if you're not already dating💀

- shin loves cuddling, his favourite thing to do at the end of the day is fall asleep with you in his arms — the warmth of your body is so comforting to him

- he feels all protective of you and loves knowing that you feel safe and secure because of him

- he has the most attractive morning voice, his voice is already hot but when he first wakes up it's all low and mumbly <3

- “mornin’, baby. you sleep well?”

- this man truly doesn't realise the power he holds

- shin always tells you how lucky he is to wake up next to you, he thinks you look beautiful first thing in the morning — there's just something about seeing your bare face that makes his heart flutter

- he plants soft kisses on any imperfections you might have, telling you how pretty you are — he thinks you're even cuter when you get flustered

- despite the fact you're dating he still flirts with you all the time, his pickup lines are absolutely terrible but because it's shin you still find it endearing <3

- however if you flirt back he'll go bright red and stumble over his words hahaha

- one time you pulled him in for a heated kiss by his chain and he was absolutely speechless afterwards, heat creeping up his face all the way to the tips of his ears

- shin gets so jealous whenever anyone tries to flirt with you, he starts pouting and gets super clingy but refuses to actually admit he's jealous

- he gets a little insecure about himself sometimes because he secretly thinks that you could do better — please give him lots of kisses and remind him how handsome he is </3

- he's absolutely terrible at cooking, sometimes he tries to make your favourite meals but they always end up burnt or he puts way too much seasoning in them, but you eat them anyway because you can tell how hard he tried

- he feels all warm and fuzzy inside whenever he sees you getting along with his siblings </3

- sometimes he fantasises about getting married and having a family with you — he wants to spend the rest of his life with you and can’t imagine being with anyone else

- shin is such an amazing boyfriend and literally loves you with all his heart, please cherish him as much as he cherishes you <3

please do not translate, repost, or share my writing on any other platforms eg. tiktok

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #shinichiro sano #shinichiro x reader #shinichiro x you #✩444.writings #✩444.headcanons

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cccat-in-a-meat-sack · 8 days

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I'M SORRY WHO WAS GOING TO TELL ME THAT THESE WERE THE PAIN, FATIGUE, AND MENTAL HEALTH SCALES???

Pain Scale transcription:

10 - I am in bed and I can’t move due to my pain. I need someone to take me to the emergency room because of my pain.

9 - My pain is all that I can think about. I can barely move or talk because of my pain.

8 - My pain is so severe that it is difficult to think of anything else. Talking and listening are difficult.

7 - I am in pain all the time. It keeps me from doing most activities.

6 - I think about my pain all of the time. I give up many activities because of my pain.

5 - I think about my pain most of the time. I cannot do some of the activities I need to do each day because of the pain.

4 - I am constantly aware of my pain but can continue most activities.

3 - My pain bothers me but I can ignore it most of the time.

2 - I have a low level of pain. I am aware of my pain only when I pay attention to it.

1 - My pain is hardly noticeable.

0 - I have no pain.

Fatigue scale transcription:

10: can barely move; can’t talk

9: can barely move; can talk

8: can move, but can’t do much more than watch TV

7: can watch TV and play a game on my phone simultaneously

6: can do work on my computer lying in bed

5: can get around the house, but definitely couldn’t go out

4: can run a light errand

3: can get in my 10,000 steps, making my fitbit happy

2: can do three or more activities in a single day

1: going clubbing!

Mental Health Pain Scale transcription:

MILD

1 - Everything is a-okay! There is absolutely nothing wrong. You’re probably cuddling a fluffy kitten right now. Enjoy!

2 - You’re a bit frustrated or disappointed, but you’re easily distracted and cheered up with a little effort.

3 - Things are bothering you, but you’re coping. You might be overtired or hungry. The emotional equivalent of a headache.

MODERATE

4 - Today is a bad day (or a few bad days). You still have the skills to get through it, but be gentle with yourself. Use self-care strategies.

5 - Your mental health is starting to impact on your everyday life. Easy things are becoming difficult. You should talk to your doctor.

6 - You can’t do things the way you usually do them due to your mental health. Impulsive and compulsive thoughts may be hard to cope with.

SEVERE

7 - You’re avoiding things that make you more distressed, but that will make it worse. You should definitely seek help. This is serious.

8 - You can’t hide your struggles any more. You may have issues sleeping, eating, having fun, socialising, and work/study. Your mental health is affecting almost all parts of your life.

9 - You’re at a critical point. You aren’t functioning any more. You need urgent help. You may be a risk to yourself or others if left untreated.

10 - The worst mental and emotional distress possible. You can no longer care for yourself. You can’t imagine things getting any worse. Contact a crisis line immediately.

Tag yourself I'm 4, 6, and somewhere between 1 and 10 depending on when I've last seen a chicken

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echo-of-sounds · 1 year

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not good enough

-Toshinori x f!reader-

This was a commission for @ethereal-tooreal! She asked for a fluff and smut scenario where Toshi comforts the reader dealing with body dysmorphia and insecure about her weight. Thank you so much for the commission! <3

Warnings: dealing with body dysmorphia and anxiety

You didn't think it'd actually bother you this much. Or at all. It was just a typical step on the scale. But the number wasn't a happy one.

Five pounds. Five pounds that weren't there last Friday. You gained five pounds in one week. It wasn't even that much, but once you saw the scale flash '5,' it felt like eighty pounds of weight — eighty pounds you worked off through sweat and tears — was suddenly hanging on your body, and you didn't want to be back in that headspace again.

But it was only five pounds. That wasn't anything if not normal. People's weights fluctuate day to day, even throughout the day. Despite that, you avoided looking in the bedroom mirror. You couldn’t because you’d see everything wrong: weight on your arm shaking, marks showing how your skin’s been stretched, the way pants pinch just slightly too much on your hips.

While your body wasn't as big as it used to be, you weren't an itty bitty person by any means either. You still had some extra weight, as most people do, but it is better compared to where you were, physically, emotionally, mentally. You felt the progress, more confident in yourself, your well-being, able to wear your desired clothing without constant insecurity haunting you. You just felt healthier.

Yet, the doubts always came back, taunting those horribly fit clothes and teasing the loose skin, assuring yourself that your body wasn’t good enough. It’d never be.

Not wanting those thoughts to spiral further, you threw on a comfy cardigan and laid in bed, cuddling under the blankets to watch TV. You turned it to a show about interior design. It was low effort and the least drama.

Only when it darkened outside and the world slowed down did the apartment door open. Toshinori, after lingering around the front rooms, eventually walked into the bedroom, greeting you with his usual cheer. “I thought you were asleep at first. Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

He didn’t seem to question it and shuffled around a bit before leaving the room. You took the opportunity to wipe your eyes and steady your breathing as best you could. He had plenty of stress in his life. He certainly didn't need to be bothered with your issues after a long day of work dealing with God knows what.

Toshi said your name from the doorway. “I'm going to heat up some water. Do you want anything?”

You surprised yourself with how even your voice was: “Hot chocolate, please.”

“Anything to eat? A snack?”

“M'fine.”

Some minutes later, hearing footsteps coming back, you pulled the blanket up to hide most of your face. A steaming mug was placed on the bedside table. It was your favorite mug, a cute purple one with sunflowers, gifted to you from Toshi after one of his many Hero business trips.

You thought you saw him staring out of the corner of your eye, but when you looked, he was already turned around. Part of you hoped he stayed. The other, larger part wanted him to just ignore you for tonight and let you wallow in the misery.

But he didn't fulfill that bigger, conflicted part, to both your happiness and sadness, and walked to the other side of the bed. You scooted closer to the edge to give him some more room… or to put extra space between him and your body. If he didn’t touch you, then maybe the internal turmoil wouldn’t compound too much and become external.

“You’re okay, sweetheart.” He patted your hip as he settled in, once again not heeding your unspoken thoughts. It’s not like he could read your mind, though, so of course, he wouldn't. How could he? If you actually said them, he’d no doubt respect them.

You only grasped that he was still speaking at his last words. You asked him to repeat himself. He did: “How was work today? Anything fun happen?”

“Fine. You?”

“It was okay. Classes were all lectures today, so no exciting activities. And paperwork had gotten backed up at the Agency. That took quite a long time to get through after school.”

You hummed. The conversation swiftly petered out. He didn't seem to want to push you, thankfully. Though, you were probably coming across much more detached than you wanted. It wasn't his fault. And you were sorry his day wasn’t exciting. You knew how much he liked when class was active and he could help the kids with their Hero training. But you just couldn’t express all that right now.

Sooner than later, Toshi spoke up. “Are you sure you're okay?”

You grunted.

He sighed. “Can you sit up for me? I want to talk.”

You reluctantly did, bringing the blanket with you for support, and rested against the cushioned headboard like he was. Howbeit, you didn’t look at him. His eyes were going to be too sweet, his smile too sympathetic.

“What's going on?”

“Nothing.”

“I know something's wrong.”

“It's nothing, Toshi, really. Just overreacting.”

“And I'm supposed to ignore your red eyes? It’s clear you’ve been crying.”

You shrugged. It was nothing he hadn't heard before, and you didn't really want to bother him with it again. Yeah, he was your partner and all, but there was surely a limit to when something got annoying. You mumbled, “It’s stupid.”

“What?”

You repeated yourself.

“Honey, you’re speaking so quietly. I can’t understand you.”

“It’s stupid.”

A hand rested on your thigh. The blanket layers lent little comfort to the action. “Can you tell me what happened?”

“… I gained five pounds.”

He didn't say anything. He didn't move. His hand didn't even squeeze in the support he usually gave.

You peeked over at him. He was only staring like you were being ridiculous, exactly like you feared. “God, I told you it was stupid. You-”

“Stop saying that,” he interrupted, practically chiding you, just in a tender voice. “Please. Your thoughts and feelings are not stupid, especially to me. Okay?”

You nodded.

He took a second before continuing. “I’m assuming you weighed yourself today, then. When?”

“When I got home.”

“And I know you know that that isn’t the best time to do that. Weight can fluctuate up to-”

“Yes, I know.” You’ve learned all the tips and tricks and hardly needed to hear them all again. “It still doesn’t stop all the stup- the annoying thoughts. And it’s just so irritating, Toshi, dealing with them over and over again. I don’t want to keep thinking about myself like that. I don’t want to base my worth on my weight. I don’t want to feel like I’m… like I’m not good enough for…” Your voice quietened again, not wanting to admit to the fears and doubts your therapist heard so much about.

All the progress and counseling and rationalizations never fully stopped insecurity from creeping its way in, seething that no amount of progress was enough, reasonings were just excuses, and your shrink just a fool. You were too big — unwell, undesirable, unattractive — for society, for friends and family, for Toshi.

He carefully asked, obviously not wishing to pry too much. “What don’t you feel good enough for?”

“You.”

“Oh, honey-”

“I know what you’re gonna say, and I know it isn’t true, but sometimes it feels so real.” Your fingers clamped closed, nails stabbing into your palms. All the CBT and DBT in the world didn’t work. Trusting observable reality, externalization, and distress tolerance didn’t cut it. “I don’t know how to get them to just stop.”

Toshi hummed. The supporting grip came, clenching through the thick blankets. His other hand enveloped both of yours, working them open and relaxed. Four marks indented skin where nails were. At his words, you took a deep breath, steadying the rapidly developing shakiness.

“I’m so sorry you’re struggling so much today. The obsessing isn’t easy, I know. I’ve dealt with it too.” An arm circled your shoulders to bring you close. After kissing your head, he said, “Therapy can get you far, and you’ve done so well with it. I’m so proud of you. But I don’t know if those thoughts and struggles will ever completely go away, either. If I could, I’d take them.”

‘I know,’ you mouthed.

“It’s why I want you to talk to me if you’re struggling. I can’t cure them, but I promise I’ll always try my best to help or distract you.”

You turned into his neck to blink away any looming tears, weakly thanking him. When he began serenading you with his long list of ‘gorgeous’, ‘wonderful’ and ‘delightful’ and lengthy, synonymous praises, your teary eyes rolled internally. But it never failed to make you smile. And you were right: His sweet and sympathetic comfort was quite insufferable. In a good way. In a really good way. It was enough for the knot in your upper back to release and for some pent-up frustrations to sizzle out.

“Did something happen today to make the results feel worse? Or was it a bad day?”

“I don't know. Just a really bad day, I think.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Think just sitting with me is enough.”

“I can do that.” He tilted your chin towards him. Rough fingers gently smoothed over your jaw. “If you are ever struggling with something, tell me. Okay? It doesn’t matter how foolish you think something is. I’m here to help you through all that.”

The rubbing on your jaw switched to brushing through your hair. The other arm snaked around your waist, hand hugging your side, tickling skin through the sweater just barely. Kisses pressed to your temple, peppering a handful of more reveres. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You stretched up to kiss him, still needing to when sitting because his torso was so damn tall. You spoke between connected lips. “And thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me for loving you.” Lips reciprocated with a smile. Weight shifted. You laid to the side, settling horizontally across the bed with your thighs open, inviting him into a more attentive, comfortable position. And he did, promptly nestling against you after stripping off his shirt.

The kiss reconnected. You cupped his face, tracing along his rigid jaw and cheeks. Fingers effortlessly unbuttoned your cardigan. Once it was open, they slipped across your abdomen, making you flinch at their chill.

A 'sorry' whispered into your mouth. You lightly laughed with him, pressing your body against his for warmth. Wandering fingers cradled your sides, not caring about any extra weight or stretch marks beneath them.

He never cared.

He purred, “You’re so beautiful.”

He never shied away from your body like you've done to yourself so many times. And to exemplify that, he helped remove your top, leaving you bare and cold underneath him.

“I mean it, no matter how many times I say it.”

“Even when you say it in the cheesiest way possible?”

“Especially then. I wouldn't tell you something without believing it.” Smiling, Toshi kissed down your neck to your clavicle, teeth ever so slightly catching skin but never pinching. “You're beautiful, scars and tattoos and all,” he breathed before kissing said tattoo on your chest, inching closer to your breasts. His traveling stopped to concentrate on your already hard nipple. Swelter covering shivering skin roused moans and humping.

With his mouth occupied, his and your hands worked your underwear off, further seeking heat and arousal. Nearly simultaneously, you palmed his pants and he stroked your clit. Groans skimmed your nipple as he worked his way back to your mouth, hips eagerly grinding with the other's hand.

His pants and boxers were the next to go. Sooner than he could clumsily push them all the way off, you were pumping his half-erect cock, and he scarcely got settled by the time you were lining him up, wanting him inside. Though, he didn’t need much direction to slide in, gradually, for your sake.

You moaned at the familiar stretch. He’d push in a little, pull out, then inch in just a little more until he found a satisfying depth to thrust at. You gripped his sides to keep his chest against yours. It rumbled with buried groans, repeating the same sentiment: “You’re so beautiful.”

You bit a blanket as the constant pace and pleasure started to quickly accumulate. It didn’t matter if it was on the slower side. His length more than made up for it. His mouth never parted from you. His hand never left your stomach, stroking heated skin and groping your sides, keeping you connected and hungry. And the tilt and lightly-haired skin pressing and stressing your clit wouldn’t make this a drawn-out ardor.

The thrusting eased to a leisured push until he bottomed out. Your inner thighs trembled from the shameless, indulgent burden of his entire cock inside. Forearms laid on the bed, enclosing your head. You kissed the arm closest before getting distracted by the lips on your temple. You turned to greet them with your own, smiling as languid thrusting began again.

“Just a little more,” you urged.

The pace didn’t increase, but the force did, only a tiny bit like you asked for, hips lurching rather irregularly. You sought your clit, rubbing at the needed speed.

‘I love you’ echoed between dry kisses. The high reached its limit as calming contractions sent your body rigid. Thighs and arms shuddered, fingers pricking skin through the enjoyment. Your mouth stopped replying, too busy with moaning, leaving his to guide the elongated, tiring kiss.

He groaned heavily into you, his spine needing to curve quite a bit because of his height. But that didn’t stop him from trying or you from grasping at his back through his jerking. You kissed and nipped his shoulder, whispering for his release.

And suddenly, you were left empty for a split second before cum speckled your tummy. You watched, delicately covering his hand with yours, as he shuddered and pumped himself clean. He went flaccid after a minute, his body relaxing on yours as well.

A tiny, white dot had dripped onto your thumb. Not wanting to wipe it anywhere, you licked it off, grinning at the mild salt and his red face.

“Don’t worry. It tastes fine,” you teased.

Toshi grunted in the fluster. He reached over you and grabbed a few tissues from the bedside table, using them to gently clean the mess off of your stomach. As he did, it growled just slightly. He asked with a small laugh, “Did you eat anything for dinner?”

“No. I came home and laid down.”

“Will you? I can make you something.” He kissed your forehead, listing off a few options.

“Pancakes sound good,” you agreed to that option, stretching your arms. He did make wonderful pancakes.

#all might #all might x reader #yagi toshinori #toshinori x reader #all might smut #all might imagine #bnha smut #bnha x reader #bnha #commission #ethereal-tooreal

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I have really complex feelings about the idea (often implied or tacitly agreed to be true even when it's not stated outright) that realism in sex scenes (and specifically sex scenes in fanfiction because that's what I'm thinking about) is always preferable and desirable. That it's always better to be more realistic, and any kind of unrealistic or fictionalized portrayals of sex are inferior--or in some cases, worthy of contempt and an indication of the inexperience/immaturity/poor writing skills of the author.

I have mixed feelings about it because I do think there's a place for realism. There are things that add realism to sex scenes that I really enjoy. I enjoy watching certain characters communicate their desires and negotiate activities. In some scenarios I like seeing characters employ safer sex practices like barriers. I will always enjoy when an author takes the time to figure out a form of lubrication that's appropriate and believable in the setting! I can even enjoy when a character gets up to pee after sex before returning to bed to cuddle; it's a very human touch to the scene that can itself be comforting and enjoyable to read. I like it when people who have experience with certain types of sex create helpful guides to writing those things, offering details you might not think of or know about if you haven't had that type of sex. It gives authors more to work with! It's a tool. Realism is a tool, and one that can absolutely enrich scenes and make them more interesting and fun to read.

And at the same time, something really does rub me the wrong way when I see posts that express contempt for a realism gap in fanfiction and imply that anyone writing it that way must be a) stupid, b) inexperienced (while kind of implying that writing about sex when you haven't had sex is inherently a problem, which I object to fundamentally), and c) completely unaware that what they're writing isn't realistic, which kind of points back to A. It's less on the nose than it would have been like ten years ago, when a lot more people were willing to just come right out and mock "stupid girls writing stupid fanfic" (and all the assumptions that go along with that) but still... that tone lingers. I won't even get into some of the smug posts that used to circulate about anal sex that ended up coming across as "don't you know anal sex is GROSS" in a way that was kind of lowkey homophobic, intentionally or not. Nor am I going to get into the prevalence of queer people telling other queer people they're doing queerness Wrong (in fanfiction, in original writing, in life in general).

To bring a personal angle to this, I'm a nearly-40-year-old bisexual cis woman, married and monogamous, chronically ill, and with some lifelong undefined sensory issues that I don't have any kind of diagnosis for so I'll just call them that. For me personally, due mostly to sensory issues and some physiological quirks, sex can take a lot of energy. Sometimes it's just a lot of work! That doesn't mean I don't want it or enjoy it, or that my partner is failing in some way; I have an active and fun sex life with a very thoughtful and caring partner (and I am not looking for advice on this post, so let's not get sidetracked). There's just challenges! And sometimes I wish my own body made it easier!

So sometimes, when I'm writing smut which is definitionally for fun and primarily for me and my own enjoyment, I find myself caught between: do I want to make this character's experience of sex very realistic in a way that's relatable to me? or do I just want to indulge in the fantasy of sex being easy and low-effort?

At this very moment I'm having difficulty answering that question about some things! There's pros and cons to both, and I don't think either one is wrong. Because at the end of the day, my own enjoyment is the goal of this piece of fiction. It's self-indulgence either way. No matter what I write, these pixel people I'm writing about are not real and their sex scenes are still a fantasy. It's just a question of what kind of fantasy I want to indulge in.

There was a good post I saw recently about the fact that a lot of problematic tropes are problematic not inherently but by scale--in other words, because their prevalence reinforces ideas and narratives harmful to specific groups. And I will be the first to acknowledge that even in the realm of fanfiction--a sphere with relatively low impact on the culture at large--it can be frustrating to constantly run into the same tropes that we find unrelatable or just plain unenjoyable, whether it's rigid top/bottom roles or easy vaginal orgasms. I don't want to come across as like, scolding anyone for just being annoyed, or venting about that sort of thing. It's fine. Some people's forms of self-indulgence are irritating to me, and my self-indulgence is undoubtedly annoying to someone else. I also want to reiterate that talking about what is and isn't realistic in the context of fiction is fine and good and there's absolutely a place for it, and that I enjoy a lot of elements of realism in fiction. I just also want to leave room for fiction to be fantasy. I think that's okay. And everyone's gauge for just how much realism is enjoyable is going to be different. I think that's fine too.

#well that got long!#writing stuff #talking about fanfiction smut sex some real life stuff

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The Yandere Merc’s Love Languages

Characters: Team Fortress 2

Rating: T

Trigger Warnings: Yandere Behavior, toxic relationship dynamics

Word Count: 2.5k

MASTER LIST

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Last Edited: 1/6/2023

The Scout

Expressing: Physical Touch

Receiving: Words of Affirmation

Close to an even split between expressing and receiving words of affirmation. Most would assume as much, given his infamous loudmouth reputation. But he finds using actions most effective to show how much he genuinely cares. Scout may fall back on words of affirmation as his most common way to express affection, but when he means it the most, he'll opt for the latter.

Scout can come off as a bit handsy when the two of you are out in public. He likes to show you off around other people and how much he loves you. He's always got an arm around your waist or hips. He's not afraid to get a little frisky with you, no matter who's watching, he loves the attention and double looks people give seeing him so brazenly intimate.

He is never one to control himself whenever infatuated, and you are no exception. He has this unknown subconscious need to keep you close when the two of you are alone and can be a natural cuddle bug when he's feeling extra needy. When he's feeling a bit more low-key, he'll like to spend nights with you, watching movies with your head on his chest. He loves seeing you smile and laugh. Nothing feels better to him than to feel the weight of your body against his, shaking with laughter.

As much as he likes to talk himself up and brag around other people when it's just the two of you, he's shockingly needy. Scout is desperate for your full attention and compliments and will lose his mind if he goes too long without hearing your praise.

Competitive to his core, even when utterly smitten. Scout always wants to be the most important person in your life, and when you see how insecure he is in private, you can't help but pity him slightly despite yourself.

The Soldier

Expressing: Acts of Service

Receiving: Quality Time

Solly always pours his total energy and heart into what matters most to him, which is especially true of you. Protecting you and acting as your lover grants him a sense of security and validation he's never known before, and he would do anything to guard this.

Despite his behavior, yandere Solly is at least somewhat aware of how other people see him as a fool, but he doesn't care about any of that. So long as he can prove to you his heart's in the right place, that's all that matters to him. And he will do whatever it takes to prove this to you.

He's low-key a mix of acts of service and physical touch, though he isn't nearly as touch-obsessed as Scout. The two are naturally drawn to more concrete displays of affection because of instant gratification.

Solly will expect your undivided attention and affection in exchange for his efforts. As your lover, he deserves nothing less. Any time he is off the battlefield or away from his duties to his team, he wants you by his side. Nothing is worse to him than being stuck all alone with his own thoughts.

In his mind, the time he spends with you equals rare moments of peace. In a sense, you represent his "end game" or his "idyllic peace." Finally, something to dream about after the war.

The Pyro

Expressing: Gift Giving

Receiving: Quality Time

Some might call them childish, but the way Pyro has preserved their inner childlike wonder is enviable. Not concerned with the incongruity between their perceptions and reality, Pyro lives to have fun and enjoy all the wonder and happiness life offers.

Pyro's something of a magpie. They love to collect and hoard cute little knick-knacks and trinkets which catch their eye when out and about and bring them home to you. Loves the way they get to share these little tokens of affection with you, their little way to give you back a bit of the joy you bring them. They may never bring home something as valuable or beautiful as you, but the best they can do is surround you with what they can gather.

Even the smallest gifts mean so much to them! There's so much cuteness and joy in the world when you're around; they want to show and share everything with you. They're also surprisingly perceptive of what you like and will do their best to bring back what they know you'd enjoy.

Pyro is repulsed by how life feels so gray and bland when you aren't around, so they want you close by as often as possible. It doesn't matter if it's just loafing around, cooking, or doing chores. It doesn't matter what, so long as it's done with you They just can't get enough of the giddiness you bring them!

The one condition here is they would never want to bring you to the battlefield. They are at least a little aware of how they can lose themself while in combat, and they would never want to risk losing something as important as you so recklessly.

The Demoman

Expressing: Quality Time

Receiving: Acts of Service

No matter how little he may have to spare, Demo finds it vital to set aside time every day to spend with the people he loves. Considering how crazy his life can get, this little space where he can find some control and peace means the world to him.

Even though the time spent together matters the most to him, Demo is perceptive of your likes and dislikes and will do his best to ensure that as long as the two of you are together, he'll keep you entertained or, in some way, content. Drunken or sober, Demo would prefer to share his time in the company of others rather than all alone. (Though obviously, he'd seek out your companionship first and foremost.)

When sober, Demo will try to show you how much you mean to him. He'll want to make memories with you, his gentle way of convincing you how much happier you can be if you stay with him. If he's drunk, he would be more likely to manipulate you and claim he needs you around to keep him safe from his own recklessness.

It means a lot to Demo to have someone look out for him while he's sloshed. To him, it's a meaningful act, seeing it as a way for him to be vulnerable, unfiltered around you, knowing you wouldn't abandon him.

Unfortunately, he's more likely to become more intoxicated when feeling affection-deprived. If Demo's feeling particularly sinister, he might even challenge you to drink with him, knowing how easy it would be to get you in a more suggestive state of mind.

The Heavy

Expressing: Acts of Service

Receiving: Quality Time

He's close to an even split between expressing and receiving acts of service but is slightly more apt to share quality time with you. Considering how hard it is for him to find time to spend by himself sometimes, he'd want to spend whatever he had to spare with you.

Nothing is a greater sense of pride for him than being able to protect and provide for those he loves. And, in turn, nothing makes him feel more loved than keeping you safe. To the degree, Heavy considers this what he was born to do.

He's tormented by feeling as though he's already lost so much time with his loved ones away working. He would do whatever he needed to ensure his relationship with you didn't end up like that. Not only for his own loneliness but also for fearing you'd question if he really loved you.

Generally prefers to remain active when spending time with you. Heavy really appreciates when you keep him company while he's doing chores, cleaning his gun, or eating. Still, if he really did just have some time to kill, he would love to read you some classical literature in his native tongue if you were interested. He would love to try and teach you, though this isn't one of his strong suits.

The Engineer

Expressing: Acts of Service

Receiving: Physical Touch

Like many other mercs, he has the easiest time expressing himself through physical means, partially due to his nature and nurture. Engie was brought up around practical-minded people and learned to show he cares by following their example. He's not exactly touch-starved, but he's more the type to crave your touch specifically.

He might be old-school in some of his views on how relationships "ought to be." Engie believes it's his job to be the primary provider for his partner. You can bet this man will absolutely work wonders in the kitchen. (To this day, he holds onto some of the recipes his mother cooked when he was a little boy, and Engie's always dreamed of the day he found someone special to share these with. The day he met you, he knew it was only a matter of time before he'd have his moment to shine.) His little way of letting you know, so long as it was just the two of you together, you'd always be comfortable.

Hates the way he can get so lonely tinkering away in his shop for hours on end. If you were to stop by and offer to help, he would be over the moon. It wouldn't matter to him if you were exceptionally proficient with machines. It's not the help he's so happy about, not the skill. It's the consideration and loyalty of choosing to come and visit him and spend some time at his side, something he would never take for granted.

While he may not be the most touchy-feely person, Engie isn't shy either! If he were craving more intimacy, he'd let his hands rest against your body, pull you closer to him, and sneak sly kisses along your neck while he gently squeezed and ran his hands along your shoulders.

Loves a good back rub. The perfect mix of affection, physical intimacy, practicality, the whole nine. There's nothing Engie loves more than to come home after a long day and stretch out with you. He's lying on his belly shirtless, you straddling his hips while you work out the knots and tension in his shoulders and back. This is his heaven on Earth.

The Medic

Expressing: Quality Time

Receiving: Words of Affirmation

Poor Medic is woefully out of practice and perhaps the most awkward with romance out of any of the mercs (second only to Sniper.) It's not that he's repulsed. He certainly craves affection and companionship, the same as any man. It's the initiation and enigmatic emotions which always trip him up,

Naturally, he'd feel most at ease within his own element, keeping you around for companionship's sake, while he can stay busy and avoid getting overly flustered or awkward around you. Definitely prefers to keep active. The more focus he devotes to the task at hand, the less likely he will get tongue-tied expressing himself. So long as he knows you're around, it's enough to soothe him.

Much like Engie, he's not necessarily touch-starved. He can't help but crave the warmth and comfort your touch never fails to bring. Medic suffers from mild separation anxiety whenever he's away from you for too long or if he doesn't know exactly where you are. Might accidentally snap or lash out at you if you were to leave unexpectedly or for longer than you said you would.

While his own emotions can be so cumbersome to deal with, when you take the time to look him in the eyes, hold his hand, or express how you genuinely care for him, it eases his anxieties. Though there's always the voice in the back of his head telling him the only way to ensure you'll love him forever is if he's your only choice of a lover, he does his best to keep that part of himself under wraps at least for your sake. (Or at least for the time being).

The Sniper

Expressing: Quality Time

Receiving: Physical Touch

To be blunt, Sniper is down bad for physical comfort or really contact of any kind. But he knew what he was signing up for when he chose the Sniper profession. Though this does little to alleviate the sting of loneliness, he suffers amidst long nights of isolation.

To some extent, he's pretty discontent with how accustomed he is to live like a recluse. Even if he knows it is rather dangerous, he likes it when you keep him company in his van when he's out on stakeouts, though at a safe physical distance. He'd do anything to keep from feeling so utterly alone against the rest of the world.

Despite the dangers, Sniper is aware the closer he keeps you during dangerous times, the easier it will be to keep you safe. Additionally, the less likely you are to try and slip away from him, given the severe danger around you.

He's not the handsy type someone like Scout might be, but he is addicted to the warmth of your skin against his body in downtime. Can get a bit fidgety, so he'll usually be drumming his fingers against you or nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Really likes when you sit between his lanky legs so he can just kinda sprawl out around and on top of you.

He's well aware of how people who aren't trained Snipers can become somewhat disturbed during stakeouts. You might find yourself lurking closer to him to keep away from the danger despite yourself. The hours of near-silence and darkness wear down on you, hindering your judgment considerably.

The Spy

Expressing: Gift Giving

Receiving: Physical Touch

Given that Spy is the most experienced in love and romance, he's more likely to try and get a read for you and play to what he'd suspect your love language would be and use this to his advantage as a manipulation tactic to appeal to you.

A lover of all things beautiful and precious, he's the type to try to show you how beloved he finds you by surprising you with little mementos and tokens of affection. Unlike Pyro, though, he's more discernible and only brings you the best of the best rather than Pyro's magpie approach.

He spared no expense, though given how espionage and theft go hand in hand, it'd be in your best interest not to overthink how exactly he managed to afford such lavishness. Despite the possessive behavior, manipulative streak, and possibly conspiring you in his crimes, even you had to admit, the man has spectacular taste. And to reject something so lovely and leave it to gather dust? Surely that's a greater crime than any theft, right? 🥺

Despite his smooth-talking, magnetic presence and charming allure, you can't help but worry he's just leading you on to get in your pants and likely are blissfully unaware of how deep his possessiveness runs.

The Spy's love of beauty and art is part of the reason he's so drawn to your physical form, and even if you think he harbors ulterior motives, he will do anything to prove his pure love for you.

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just-an-anon-reader · 1 year

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Heya there! I've been loving your blog for a while and I finally came up with the corauge to make a request! ^^ What about the rottmnt boys (Donie, Leo, Raph and Mikey) with a fem!reader that has just this

✨GenZ Energy✨

Like she makes a lot of self depricating jokes and has got dark humor.

I just kinda wanna see how they will react to this kind of reader xd

Also don't forget to take care of yourself and to not overwork! Have a nice day/night! ;)

Random Girlfriend Moments

Summary: The turts do the opposite of laugh

Leo

Invites you for a cuddle sesh in his room. Because he misses you even when you both hung out yesterday.

Heart eyes when he walks in with snacks in hand to you sitting on his bed reading his comic collection.

You caught him grinning. You knew that look.

"What are you up to?"

"Nothing, just thinking that my girlfriend is beautiful."

Cheeky

"Really? What does she look like."

Starts high-key comparing you to a pepperoni pizza. Which is low-key high praise coming from him.

He wanted to hear your cute giggle when you get shy, but instead...

"That's her? She sounds ugly. You got some low standards, Leo."

The furrow between his eyebrows when he frowned could almost compete with Raph's. It was cute.

"Not funny."

Donnie

Was pulling his 6th all-nighter, working on a weapon upgrade for his bo-staff.

Worried for your boyfriend, you came over with pizza and calming tea in hand. He didn't even hear you knock.

Completely ignores your efforts to get his attention and eat.

"The beta stage is complete! All that's left is to test out its durability in battle and see its adverse effects on opponents!"

"Why don't you test it on me and get it over with?"

...That got his attention.

"It's going to hurt."

"No pain, no gain."

"What if you collapse?"

"The best sleep of my life."

"Darling, I know this is completely out of my character and I definitely will not be doing this again, but, do you need a hug?"

"I need you to eat and sleep."

"Okay"

Raph

You begged asked him to teach you how to ride a skateboard.

He would've been fine teaching you if you weren't so adamant about learning on the ramp inside the lair

Like, have you SEEN it!?

It DEFINITELY does not pass safety standards.

But you pulled out your trump card...the ✨puppy eyes✨, and he couldn't say no to that.

So now, he was sweating bullets CANONS with how nervous he was with you on top of the ramp.

His brothers sat at the bottom, making bets. Finding the prospect of you falling flat on your face is far more entertaining than playing video games.

"Do it! Do it! Do it!"

"Stop encouraging her! This is serious!"

"She's gonna be fine."

"Babe, it's gonna be awesome! Who knows, maybe falling on my face might make me prettier."

Let's just say that he refuses to teach you how to skateboard after that.

Mikey

To him, were nothing short of an angel.

Everything little thing about you, he finds so aesthetically pleasing no matter what you said or did.

You would've had bed hair and drool on your chin, and he'd look at you with the anime glitter filter on.

As such, anyone who dares insult your beauty would have to go through him and his razzmatazz. Even you.

"Babe, how are you so pretty?"

"Pretty ugly if you ask me."

Dr. Feelings was more than ready to sit you down and give a 10-hour presentation on how you were not ugly.

"Sweetie it's a joke."

"Oh, are you saying you're a joke now? Well, let's talk about that."

2 hours in and you were already numb from the waist down sitting in one spot.

He wasn't finished though.

Never again...

P.S: Hello everyone~ it's been a while and I'm really sorry about the slow updates. Finals are coming up and I just wanted to take a break and write something fun. So I hope you guys enjoy this short one!!

P.P.S: this is my first time using hdcs and I'm pretty sure I did it wrong -w-

#rise!donnie #rise!leo #rise!mikey #rise!raph #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt mikey x reader #rottmnt raph x reader #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph

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fairytoge · 2 years

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dating headcanons ; i.yuuji, f.megumi

notes!!

the second part of my "dating headcanons" series so i hope you enjoy!!

other parts ; n.kento, g.satoru, g.suguruㅤi.toge, o.yuutaㅤk.choso, z.naoya

m.list

i.yuuji

yuuji is a sweetheart and it is v well known

like, honestly, you could ask for anything (even if you were just a random stranger to him) and he would give it to you with a smile on his face, just happy he could be of help

and if you were dating him???? omg he'll absolutely do anything for you

like, it's to the point where you have to teach him how to deny people and to not be self-sacrificing, and that he has to convince you that he'll listen to your advice

it doesn't really quell your worries but you appreciate his effort nonetheless

anyway!! you and yuuji are that couple that single people pretend to cringe at but secretly envy to death

you'll both just be walking down the street or through the park or something, and out of the corner of your eye you see a couple of teenagers pretend to gag at you

it's become an inside laugh to you both and, whenever the scenario occurs, you both purposefully turn to each other and kiss .... but only if you're okay with pda!!

yuuji also values you and your opinion so much! he's a bit clingy but it's cute

he'll text you regularly whenever you two are away from each other and, if you're out with your friends at that time, they'll probably tease you about the onslaught of messages you keep getting

but also, he knows where to stop!! he won't constantly spam you; he mainly just texts you loads when he's bored or in between training with megumi

idk, and the messages aren't nagging or anything, they're more like "miss you! hope that you're having fun and okay :)"

kcndsicnibieownbu my heart 🥺😭

whenever you're feeling bad, ill, or just generally deflated, yuuji will make it his personal mission to cheer you up

your friends said a weird comment that rubbed you the wrong way? yuuji will organise a movie night for the two of you: featuring your favourite films

you've caught a cold and have a sore throat? yuuji will make you his infamous soup that is known to cure colds quicker than ever!

or if you just feel like doing nothing and lounging about for the day? yuuji is fine with that too! he'll go out shopping so that you have your favourite snacks and whatever else you want or need

overall, yuuji is a sweetheart but i mean, what's new 😭

f.megumi

megumi: an angel .... done!

i'm a big simp for megumi so yeah :((( HE'S JUST SO FERJKBBWJBJCBWKDN

anyway!! megumi as your boyfriend or partner is underrated to be honest

he'll do anything for you, kind of like yuuji, but is more low-key and quiet about it and will absolutely deny doing anything for you when you two are with others

like, let's say that he buys you a warm drink because it's cold out and you jokingly kiss his cheek in gratitude, only for your moment to be interrupted by yuuji and nobara who were also with you

as they tease megumi, he will, if you're around, 1000% bury his head into the junction between your head and shoulder and omg melting rn brb

but seriously, megumi is so shy displaying affection in public, but together??? you two are cuddling all the time

like, he's the type that, as you're walking past him to go to the kitchen or something, he'll grab your waist and pull you in for a hug and you just stay like that for a while

on another note! i think he'd also (vvvv reluctantly but nonetheless) introduce you to gojo over dinner as if he were his dad

like, because you both go to tokyo tech, you already know him so it's just a mess

gojo's interrogating you about your intentions with his son, megumi's burying his head in his hands as he tries to ignore the odd stares you get from other people in the restaurant, and you are having a hard time not choking of laughter on the food

it's a mess, but in the best way possible

omg gojo would probably host "future-daughter dates" with just you and him where he shows you an album of pictures of megumi when he was younger

and you order takeaway but don't tell megumi because you didn't order him stuff

you and gojo bond vvvv quickly, much to your lover's happiness and sadness

but he is very aware about the fact that you two share pictures of him on the daily, and that gojo often calls you when megumi either ignores his messages or doesn't pick up on a call

idk, whilst he pretends to hate your and gojo's formed friendship, he is secretly delighted that you two have bonded and are there for him

PROTECT HIM PLSSS :((((

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ivy-loves-chocolate · 1 year

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Hi! Can I request a Wesker from the H.C.F? She accidentally confesses to him that she has feelings for hers, but she also wanted him to know because Wesker didn't seem to notice and it hurt her a lot.

Sorry for my english

Hello, anon! No worries, I gotcha. This idea was really fun to write, and I hope you like it!

For early content, check my ko-fi or patreon (links in bio). Thank you! 💖

The virus not only changed Wesker's appearance but also his personality. The reader knew him long before the mansion incident, ever since he created STARS.

He wasn't very open about his feelings back then, nor did he make an effort to express them. Still, she could sense his presence in her life despite the lack of communication. He liked to show her that he cared in a subtle, non-verbal way. This way, it felt less like a commitment. Not that he fears serious relationships, but he doesn't want to develop deeper feelings as he will get distracted from his goals.

They never expressed their feelings for each other, even if they had. They just got used to each other over the years.

He prefers to show his affection by buying all sorts of shiny and trendy stuff, such as jewelry or clothes. Rarely, he'll cuddle with her and watch a movie, but when he does, he'll return affectionate gestures such as kisses, caresses, hugs, etc. All of these have to start with her; if not, they won't happen. He will return any of them.

Prior to the virus, he showed signs of caring for her. He wasn't that distant to not give a good morning call, to ask how she feels, or to ask about her day. When she is feeling low, he tries to lighten up the mood by being very affectionate, physically speaking.

After the virus, he changed completely. He became more distant and colder. The few gentle and affectionate gestures he used to make are nonexistent in your relationship. She kisses him, but he doesn't respond. He pushes her away when she tries to cuddle, and when she tries to talk about her day, he leaves the room with an apathetic "I'm busy now" response.

It seems like he doesn't have any feelings for her anymore, but that doesn't make any sense. If he doesn't like her anymore, why did he struggle so much to get her out of R.C.?

Before leaving for his next mission as a new employee of HFC, she grabbed his hand, making him face her. He looked down at her with the same heartless stare, one that he didn't have prior to the outbreak.

"What?" he asked in a bored tone. "Nothing. I just wanted to say good luck." she tried to say in a forcedly joyful tone. "Oh, thank you, dear," he said as he turned around to leave. While he was turning to face the door, she spoke again. "And I know it's not a good time, but I really wanted to talk with you about something."

Wesker's posture changed. He wasn't so stiff; his shoulders dropped as well as his head.

"About what?" he asked. "About your behavior lately." "Oh... You're right; it's not a good moment. Maybe when I come back." "I might not be here when you come back."

Wesker froze. The grip on her hand tightened a bit. The words were bold and powerful, but they had to be said, as she wanted to know if Wesker had any feelings for her. If he didn't, then she'd pack her stuff and leave before he returned, even if it hurt like hell.

"I-I don't understand..." "Let me enlighten you. Ever since that outbreak, you've been cold and distant, and you barely look at me when we're together. It feels like I'm a nuisance to you, like you don't want me near you. I don't know what's going on in your mind, and whenever I try to talk with you about it, you either shut me down or tell me to talk tomorrow. I don't think you ever saw me as more than a roommate, and I think it's time for us to go our separate ways." "I don't get it; we've been like this ever since I knew you, and you didn't have any problems until now." Wesker replied with a slight annoyance in his tone. "Because maybe now I realize I love you."

The words came out randomly. She expected Wesker to leave, but the reaction was different. Instead of getting distant, his expression softened, and then it happened—the first genuine smile he had ever had since the virus. His eyes also changed, as their color turned into a beautiful shade of amber, and his cold stare turned into a warmer, more passionate one. He lowered his face and pressed a long, gentle kiss on her lips.

"Let's talk more about this when I come back, please." he said after he pulled out.

"S-sure."

That was the first genuine and loving kiss they shared, probably in their entire relationship. Wesker then left on his mission, his smile never fading. She felt an explosion of emotions inside her, as if something had just reborn. Maybe it was the passion flame that was ignited once more. Was she relieved that she wouldn't have to leave him? Or was he toying with her? Until he returns, she'll have to wait for his return while holding on to an uncertain promise.

Taglist: @shadow-wolf510 @cassie-todd @ravenrune

#resident evil #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker x f!reader #albert wesker

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lavenoon · 1 year

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Okokok hi!

How would the boys (Eclipse included) feel about s/o 'borrowing' a a piece of clothing (like a shirt) or accessories to wear and/or making an effort to match his outfits?

Alright lets go! I'll default to "shirt" in the scenarios but the sentiment applies to basically everything lmao

Sun: Stealing his shirt to wear it out in public: For the sake of whatever is getting you out in public, lets assume he doesn't see it until you already are out and about, because otherwise, y'all would be late. He'll still fuss a little, just for show - what else is going to give him the excuse to lean down and purr a low little "darling, you could have just asked" if not the fact that your collar absolutely needs to be fixed right now? Frankly, wearing his shirt is an ego boost he doesn't need - or absolutely does. Superficially, he'll be the worst peacock about it, because there you are - wearing his shirt in his colors while out with him, immediately showing everyone you meet that you're with him. But deep down, Sun is anxiety galore, and he lives for the reassurance that you chose this, that you like where your relationship is going, and that this is what you want. He'll love to indulge, not to worry <3

Which is to say. If you so much as breathe that you wanted to match him? Good fucking luck. This man is going to be barely contained glee at the prospect of getting to coordinate outfits with you - what kind of power couple you'd be! And to think that you might even want to add to your wardrobe just to have something that would match something of his? Goodbye, he's ascended, and then returned with a vengeance because he has to treat you now, as much as he can - do you want a whole matching dress/ suit? would you want just one article to match - perhaps a jacket, or shirt, or a scarf the color of his tie? Or the more subtle claim - cuff links and collar pins and necklaces, he's all for it, and you'll have one hell of a time trying to get him to be calm about it. Have fun!

Moon: Stealing his shirt to wear it out in public: Whelp, there goes Moon! Gets about halfway through a tease before the reality of the situation hits him and he just crumbles into a flustered mess. He'd love to be smug and tease you about raiding his closet for a shirt - he usually opts for basic t-shirts in solid colors, so it's not even that special. But it's his and you chose it specifically, and now you're wearing it and once you're done wearing it it'll end up in his closet again and then he'll wear the shirt you wore and - best to not continue, he's already about to combust. Already prefers not being the one handling public stuff, so he'll let you take the lead and just turns into your backpack on legs to occasionally hide his face under the pretense of giving you a nice little head nuzzle, and some very quiet mumbles of "the color suits you, you should wear it more often" <3

Now, if you went and told him you'd want to match him, specifically? Man's just bluescreening for a second there, whoops. A fumbling mess and definitely the most low key about matching among these three, because he gets flustered to hell and back at the thought of attracting that kinda attention. He loves the sentiment, don't get him wrong! But if you keep it to at home/ the neighborhood, his processors will thank you for not overheating. However, once you express that said sentiment? He'll start just putting his nightcap on you, with more or less vague excuses or deflecting compliments of "you look cute" depending on his daily shyness level. And sorry, did the temperature just dip? No? Too bad, he's already stripping out of his jacket (while stealing a glance if you're looking) and draping it around you, because "you looked cold" - cuddle him some more, because he's currently heating up from fluster, and it'll be win win!

Eclipse: Stealing his shirt to wear it out in public: Oh my god, you've killed him to death. His casual clothes are often very baggy, and he already has to buy larger stuff to cover his entire torso. Honestly, his reaction is twofold - on the one hand, he's just melting and cooing over you, just so absolutely in love and just an excited mess that you'd want to wear his clothes. On the other hand, he's very interested in what you do with the extra sleeves. For a long sleeved shirt, they'd probably tie around nicely like a waist belt? For that extra ~pizzazz~ - or tuck them into a high-waisted skirt or pants (skirts you can also steal from his closet. I wouldn't recommend the pants). As always, very touchy about it, looking with his eyes isn't enough! Propriety be damned, you better be somewhere where cuddling is possible because that's what he wants to do, and now <3

And if you as much as insinuate that the purpose was to match him? This guy is the king of cheese and proud, and he'll wear all the embarrassing couple's stuff with you - he'll love couple's shirts (both just, normal shirts but you each get one of the same, or the "if lost return to [x]" "I'm [x]" type of stuff), he'll love matching accessories (of which he already has many, and is happy to share - all except his sun and moon eclipse necklace), key chains, anything! He loves the idea of matching, and a non-negligible part of him basks in that validation that you want to be seen with him, associated with him, and want to broadcast that to people even more than just going out with him! You aren't ashamed to love him so openly, and as someone who might get a bit self conscious if he's the only one being openly affectionate and cheesy, it's balm to his soul and he'll love to go all out!

#answer let luce #lulu-lullabies #accidentally undercover #lmao sun and eclipse just over there; excited #and then there's moon hiding his face and making some muffled fluster noises #all of them want pictures btw #yes they technically have photographic memory but they still want pictures #maybe a whole album full #something to go through *together*#just below 1K have a little snack <3

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philcoulsonismyhero · 5 months

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⛅️🌧️🌈!!!

Okay since you know what the deal is with the crack QPR fic and it's partially your fault inspired by your QPR-fic-posting, I'm going to go with bits from that.

For those not in the know, I rewatched the first Kingsman movie while I had Rivers of London on the brain and decided Harry Hart and Thomas Nightingale would be really good friends. And then I ended up thinking 'but what if... they got queerplatonic about it' because I headcanon them both as aro and suddenly my brain was full of emotionally repressed old men figuring out how to navigate the fact that cuddling and/or platonic bed sharing suddenly sounded like a really good idea. They're both used to dealing with things on their own and suddenly here's someone who Gets It, and maybe around him it's okay to let the walls down a bit and acknowledge that sometimes You Just Need A Hug...

It's deeply self-indulgent and I'm having a lot of fun. Mildly embarrassed about how sappy it gets, but Fuck It, We're Rolling With It

🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP.

"We're not sleeping together," Nightingale said. "Well, aside from in the most literal sense." He frowned. "I find that euphemism awkward at the best of times, it's so unspecific."

Also, relevant to the next bit:

“Thomas, the fact that it took until now for one of us to wake the other up by screaming in our sleep is frankly a fucking miracle." (For context, they have shared a bed a grand total of. Twice, prior to this.)

🌧️Share something angsty from your WIP.

(From the obligatory 'one of these deeply traumatised men has nightmares around the other for the first time' scene. In this case, it's Nightingale.)

Thomas flailed slightly, fists clenched, his eyes wide and staring into a time that wasn’t now, but then his conscious mind asserted itself and he slumped, the coiled tension of action draining out of his shoulders and limbs. He put a hand to his face, rubbing his eyes, and when he glanced around at Harry through his fingers he was present again.

“Harry,” he said, his voice soft and a little ragged.

“I’m here,” said Harry. “You were dreaming.” Thomas reached over and fumbled in the vicinity of Harry’s hand. Harry took his hand, and Thomas held on tightly, grounding himself.

“I know,” he said. He was still breathing quickly, and started making an obvious effort to slow down and take in deep breaths. “Ettersberg,” he said, simply, and Harry didn’t need any more explanation. He lifted his other arm, offering an embrace if Thomas wanted it, but he shook his head in a tiny, tight motion. He still held on to Harry’s hand, though, in a grip that was so tight it was verging on painful.

(Ettersberg was the battle during WWII where the vast majority of his friends and fellow wizards were killed, for context.)

🌈 Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP.

(Contextless post-hurt comfort, as witnessed by Peter)

Nightingale sat at one end of the sofa, at a slight angle so that his back was in the corner between the back of the sofa and the armrest, and Hart lay along the sofa with his head in his lap. His long legs stuck out awkwardly over the arm at the other side, but he didn’t seem to care. His eyes were closed, and he had one hand pressed against the bridge of his nose in a loose fist. His other hand hung off the front of the sofa, and was holding his glasses. Nightingale had apparently abandoned a hardcopy casefile that he’d been reading, leaving it lying open on Hart’s chest in favour of gently stroking the man’s hair.

It was a shockingly intimate moment, all the more so for how casual and comfortable it was, and I shrank back from the doorway, not wanting to disturb them. Hart was talking, but quietly, so that all I could hear was a low murmur without being able to make out the words. He looked tense, upset, but it was clear that Nightingale’s touch was slowly calming him down. As I watched, transfixed, mostly hidden behind in the doorway, Hart lifted his hand from his face and reached back to take Nightingale’s hand. Nightingale switched to running his other hand through his hair, and laced their fingers together. Hart then brought their linked hands down and gently kissed the back of Nightingale’s, holding it pressed against his mouth.

It was still strange, seeing Nightingale be so physical with anyone, let alone another man who looked like he’d have just as many Englishman’s hang-ups about touch. I’d seen enough of his gentle side to not be surprised, as such, that he was capable of it, I’d just never really expected to see it. And then Harry Hart had come along, and something had shifted in their friendship, and suddenly there was cuddling happening right under my nose.

#thanks for the ask!!#beating back the embarrassment with a stick to actually post this one #but look if people can write random crossover ship fic #i can write random crossover qpr stuff #*holds up nightingale and galahad* i just think they should be friends #and also cuddle about it #personal stuff #a thing i wrote #wizard nonsense tag #altschmerzes

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quinloki · 1 month

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Spicy Asks: Seduction, Favorite, & Aftercare with Marco AND Sabo. Figured I'd tackle the blondes with this one.

Ah greedy, greedy! I love it \o/ Alright, lets dive in

Spicy Self-ship asks - mdni - I can't say I'll get Super Spicy, but better safe than sorry so below the cut it goes.

-:- Seduction -:-

Marco:

There's no exactly a lot of work needed to seduce Marco. This man is always on and all he waits for is knowing I'm in the mood too. He hides it well, sure, but it takes little more than a whispered "Marco, please." In his ear and he's going to wrap up whatever he's working on to fulfill my request.

There's fun to be had with outfits and such, plenty of chances for imagination and desire to flourish, but the level of effort isn't ever really high.

In the reverse it's usually a matter of offering to help me shower, or giving his own soft little whispers of maybe I should wear that one thing >.> Unless I'm in pain, I'm not exactly a difficult motor to rev either.

Sabo:

He's a little more clueless than Marco, but not by much. Intimacy might not be the #1 thing on his mind, but it's close. In a more canon setting I'd be apt to just slip a lewd note into his pile of paperwork when he's at the base, or greet him in bed with something inviting on.

More modern settings I'd be a little more bratty about things. Text messages filled with begging words and tempting photos. Great multi-tasker that he is, I imagine he checks the texts while he's on the phone and has to struggle to keep his focus where he needs it before he can wrap up the call.

In the reverse, Sabo can be subtle, but I think once the relationship is set he's anything but. Hands and lips wander in greeting whether there's been naughty texts or not, but if I'm not up for it, it's the same bright smile and a question of what would I like?

-:- Favorite -:-

Marco:

Marco'll say he loves the way I squirm, the way he can ask me to be louder for him and I will and it doesn't sound forced, but more like I just stopped trying to hold back.

For me it's when his voice drops low and he says anything. I'm just - it's not fair -there's a part of me that almost wants to call him daddy because of it, but I have not.

Sabo:

He enjoys the squirming too (I'm a squirmer, this is gonna be a theme), but more than that it's when he can get the really deep angry sounds out of me. It's not easy, and we're not both always up for it, but he does love when it happens.

For me it's that little shift of madness. I trust him, implicitly, but I always wonder what that glint in his eye is going to come up with next >.>

-:- Aftercare -:-

Marco:

Marco's almost always in charge of initiating aftercare. I don't have a fraction of his stamina for starters. Someone has to get me into the groove of getting cleaned up afterward, cause gods know I don't want to move.

Before that though is snuggles and cuddles. Talking through things, and both of us checking in on the other. I don't feel like I really carry my share of the weight with aftercare, but Marco reassures me I give him what he needs, so I don't sweat it.

Also there's not usually too much kink involved - sometimes, sure, but Marco's probably my closest to vanilla of all my blorbos. It's just such a marathon affair XD

Sabo:

Aftercare with Sabo can sometimes turn into a second session, just with how intense it can get all by itself. We both come down from the high of however a session wrapped up and there's a lot of talking. I need to make sure he's not someplace dark, and he makes sure I'm okay. Time with Sabo can get really deliciously twisted, so we're both extra careful with aftercare.

But once we get out of the reeds so to speak, talking about the details often gets us both worked back up - unless someone calls a stop (work in the morning, oh gods my back, etc.) it usually slips into a second, often more intense session as preferences are refined.

Aftercare after that is almost always in the bathroom, cause if we don't wash up we'll pass out in bed.

Spicy self-ship asks

#quin answers #thecrimsonacademic #spicy self ship asks #self ship #marco the phoenix #revolutionary sabo #sabo the revolutionary #ask game #mdni

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