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#so if u have any good headcanons by all means send me my way so I can squeal and kick my feet on my bed and maybe draw it
puppyeared · 1 year
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O yea I can make zelink art too lol
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milaisreading · 11 months
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Good day~
Sorry for sending you my request during submission box, Tumblr glitched. So I resend this. As I said, I reeeeeally like your blue lock headcanons! Bullock manager is such an adorable idea. So if you don't mind, can I as you for some more headcanons about blue lock boys simping for their manager?
Have a great day, I wish you a lot of inspiration!~
Thanks for the request! No need to apologize, also sorry in advance I can usually only write HCs with scenarios, soo this might be long. Hope u enjoy it🩷
Pairing: Blue Lock x Reader
Warning ⚠️: none in particular tbh. Reader uses she/her here and manga spoilers Ig
⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️
Today was like any other at Blue Lock, you had Ego roasting everyone, (Y/n) and Anri trying to get him to eat something healthy and the boys doing their own thing with training. By now it was lunch time and the players along with (Y/n) were sent to eat as Anri and Ego went through some papers and plans for the upcoming trainings, as well as the match with the U-20 team.
'I am so hungry... Bachira kept me away from eating the whole morning. Why did he ask me to watch his dribbling even?!'
The girl blinked as she walked towards the cafeteria, cringing as she heard loud screaming from her friends.
"I am not dealing with this today. I think Ego-san has left some unattended yakisoba in the fridge." The girl said with a bittersweet smile. As much as they were annoying at times, she held the team close to her heart.
'They are good guys... but I am not dealing with their shenanigans today.'
Now the cafeteria wasn't like this the whole time, since 20 minutes ago it was very quiet and the boys were honestly minding their own business. Well that was until Nagi logged into his phone and saw a rather peculiar post. He raised his eyebrow in disgust as he read the caption on the post.
'Going to meet this cutie soon🩷'
"How did Oliver Aiku get a picture of our manager?" Nagi whispered to Reo, who was sitting next to him. The question caused his friend to spit out his drink and look at Nagi in shock and confusion.
"What do you mean?"
"He posted this... now that I look at the picture more, it could be the one when she went to help out during a JFU press conference."
"Give me that!"
Nagi let Reo take his phone, while he was seething on the inside.
'Now I regret not sneaking off that day. With my frame nobody would have gotten a picture of her.'
"This can't be for real... Oliver Aiku, the biggest player Japan witnessed!" Reo groaned, catching the attention of Aryu and the former Team Z members.
"What is it with Oliver Aiku?" Aryu asked, walking over to the table.
"Don't tell me you are afraid of playing against him." Chigiri teased.
"It's not that... just look." Reo groaned, showing Aryu the post. The boy stopped playing with the ends of his hair when he read the post, looking in horror at the pro-player's post.
"Not him of all people! We need to keep (Y/n) as far away as possible! He is too ugly to be in her presence. "
"I know! But how?"
"This is such a hassle... can I just hit him in the head with the ball or something?"
"What is this about (Y/n)? And what does Aiku have to do with her?" Baro questioned, the cafeteria now completely silent when they mentioned the girl's name.
"Oliver Aiku seems to have some interest in her. Look." Aryu sighed, giving Baro the phone. The long haired boy sat down as what was left of Team Z approached them.
"What do you mean? How does he even know about her?" Bachira pouted, while Kunigami and Gagamaru were on high alert.
"This isn't good, we can't let that bastard near her." Isagi added as Chigiri nodded his head.
"Especially with his history with women... Yeah, (Y/n) is way better off not knowing him." Otoya added, a little annoyed that the pro-player knew of their manager.
"So what's the plan? It's not like all of us can stay around her all the time."
"Are we fighting?" Kurona and Karasu came, curious as to what they are supposed to do.
"We can't really do that. There will be a lot of cameras, and with Oliver Aiku being as popular as he is, they will follow every move." Yukimiya said, adjusting his glasses as the rest groaned. Rin kept quiet as he searched for the said post to see it with his own eyes, and sure enough it was there. What made it worse in Rin's eyes was that even his own brother, Itoshi Sae liked it. That pretty much set a blaze of anger off and Rin got up from his seat.
"Well that's the only option we have. Some of us will be on the bench or be called for a switch. We need to keep that guy away from (Y/n)." Rin said to the group, who all nodded their heads.
"Alright then! It's settled, we are doing our best to win against the U-20 and keep Aiku away." Isagi said after he finally calmed Bachira down.
"Of course. Can you imagine that asshole near (Y/n)?" Baro tsked, not liking that image in the slightest.
"Right! (Y/n) is so sweet and kind, Aiku is totally not for her." Aryu sighed as the others nodded along.
"Right, she is suited for someone like me." Otoya added suddenly, earning glares from his fellow teammates.
"Hell no! (Y/n) doesn't even know you that well! I am more her type, she is so calm and collected, perfect for me!" Bachira said, sending a warning glare to the white/green-haired boy.
"Her type? Bachira you are rough and wild, there is no way (Y/n) will want to be with you. Me on the other hand, I am the perfect gentleman." Chigiri said smugly. Kunigami rolled his eyes at the redhead's comment along with Gagamaru.
"Then I am the perfect candidate, also physically I am superior too, who else will protect her when it's necessary."
"Now when we talk about physique, I am far superior than you are. My queen would be much happier with me." Baro said, getting into Kunigami's face.
"Well, (Y/n) might not be into muscles. Besides, with the way she is always so kind and sweet to me, I am sure I am winning."
Isagi's comment irritated Rin and the younger Itoshi got into his face now.
"You winning next to me? We all know the best striker wins here, and that is me. Keep your hands off of her."
"You all are acting as if I am not in the clear win here, after all I am the richest. I could offer (Y/n) anything her heart desires." Reo added with a pout as Nagi shook his head.
"I think she would prefere a calm and quiet life. So I am the ideal partner there, you lose."
"Nagi, shut up!"
"I think (Y/n) and I would be a good match too. She looks happy when talking to me." Gagamaru commented while his face turned red.
"That's in her glamorous nature, Gagamaru." Aryu added while sighing.
By now the whole cafeteria was in total chaos, a mix of arguments over who the better match for (Y/n) was or singing praises about the girl.
Outside, (Y/n) and Hiori were playing rock, paper, scissors on who will yell at them to stop.
"What even started the argument?" (Y/n) asked, sighing at her loss as the boy shook his head.
"I don't know. I was practicing my dribbling and then came to you." Hiori said, blushing a little at the closeness.
'She smells really sweet today~'
As the day of the U-20 and Blue Lock 11 match approached, (Y/n) grew more and more anxious, hoping the boys will be able to handle the pressure. The whole of Japan was watching and she did her best to be on the call as soon as one of her friends needed help. Barely paying attention to anyone outside of her team, (Y/n) never noticed how every time Aiku tried to approach her or how one of the boys, usually Baro or Kunigami would whisk her away or glare at the player.
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whore-era · 1 year
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collage!ellie x reader hcs? <3
a/n: im gonna assume u meant college!ellie so HERE IT GOES just for you anon friend <3 sorry for how short it is kfkdkkd
tlou 2 university: college!ellie x reader headcanons <3 18+
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i have a feeling ellie is either a biology major, engineering major, or a physics/astrophysics major (cuz our girl loooves space), meaning she's extremely intelligent and does very well in class!! she's always answering the professor's questions, taking notes, paying attention. when you struggle with any science/math related subjects, she's ALWAYS willing to tutor you. but, this doesn't mean she's just gonna give you the answers, she's gonna make sure you actually learn and study, even using any means possible — like having you strip off a piece of clothing every time you get an answer wrong and making it a fun time for the both of you.
when you have important projects/papers/quizzes/exams to do that day, she'll make sure to send an encouraging message. don't get me wrong, she always does, but on especially important days like these, she'll always make sure to send an extra special one <3 'good morning baby! you're gonna fucking KILL this chemistry exam babe! you worked your ass off and you're gonna do amazing and get the highest score ❤️ i love you my smart girl let me know what you get when you're done' 'ty els <3 i love you most babe ! i'm abt to start talk to u laterrrr 🏃🏻‍♀️'
ellie will always fulfill her girlfriend duties and walk you to and pick you from classes! even tho she's always a tiny bit late because your class was all the way across campus from hers, but she wants to make sure you're protected and safe so she doesn't care either way! and she'll always carry your books for you, making sure you don't strain or 'hurt' yourself (her words not yours). "els, i have two, capable working arms!!" you whine, as she takes the textbook off your hands, "and so? what if you get a muscle spasm? or you sprain your hand?" she retorts, "by a two pound book?" ellie shrugs, "the possibility is never zero, babe."
when ellie has a project or an essay to work on, it'll be a little difficult to reach her as she gets in the zone when she's working. you'll probably send her some texts throughout the day to check in on her, but as the day progresses you'll find yourself worrying and thinking about stopping by her dorm with dinner because you already know she hadn't ate all day from being cooped up in her room typing away:
you - 9:30 am: els! just got out of class!! gnna go get some lunch w jesse :) hope ur doin okay <3
you - 11:45 am: miss u babe hope ur work is coming along great !!!
you - 2:21 pm: havent heard from u......kinda worried....hope u have been eating n staying hydrated missy >:(
you - 5:56 pm: ok i'm On my way! to ur dorm rn w/ dinner i already know u haven't ate yet n ur gonna feel my wrath
you - 5:56 pm: ignore that extremely enthusiastic On my way! it autocorrected im still mad at u
hearing the booming pounding on her door, ellie takes off her earbuds and walks to the door, opening it. to her surprise, you're standing there, take-out in hand, and a grumpy expression gracing your face. "do you know what time it is? have you even ate yet, ellie williams-miller?" ellie grimaces at the sound of her full, government name leaving your lips. "i'm so sorry, babe. i was working all day, i didn't even realize how much time had passed 'til you showed up," ellie mutters, her stomach grumbling on cue. you hand her the take-out from her favorite spot on campus, and she graciously takes it from your hands. "you better be thankful you have a very caring and worrisome girlfriend, els," you say, "i really missed you today." a smile curls on ellie's lips, "i know, baby. here, let me take a little break from my paper, and i'll make it up to you, yeah?"
and that night, ellie was extremely thankful she worked on most of her paper, as she completely disregarded anymore work as she decided she'd rather fulfill her appetite by eating you out instead. leaving her take-out cold and untouched. but hey, she held her part of the deal and indeed made it up to you.
that was also how 5 papers ended up taped up against her dorm-room door, complaining of the 'fucking loud ass moans' the morning after.
"how'd they even know it was us?" ellie queries, reading over the complaints. "oh wait, it says here 'please tell your girlfriend to keep it down. she was screaming your name all night. thank you for reminding us who lives in dorm 114.'" needless to say, you were red as a tomato and it gutted you to leave her dorm, feeling everyone's eyes on you as you walked down the hall.
let me know if yall would like more college!ellie hcs!! <3
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cheolhub · 2 years
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NSFW Hoseok headcanons! I’ll beg if I have to.
NSFW HEADCANONS! ⌇JUNG HOSEOK ࿐
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— A.NOTE: NO NEED TO BEG LOVE, IM MORE THAN HAPPY TO COMPLY. hobi my bias wrecker… (as if i have a bias line) i made him a lil freak so i hope u like these hcs LOL! thank u for sending this req mwahhhh <3333 not proofread at all lol
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on the outside, jung hoseok seems like a smiley, innocent man that probably couldn’t even hurt a fly
but behind closed doors, he exudes extreme dominant energy
that cute smile is replaced with a condescending smirk and it’s like a flip in him switches
listen, i will never let the mean dom!hoseok agenda die. Ever.
sex with him for the first time would be soft. slow, calculative thrusts and soft praises 
but hoseok loves brats and it’s only a matter of time before you’re acting up and he’s putting you in your place
when you’re comfortable, hobi is mean
absolutely filthy
he’ll say things like, “pussy’s cryin’ like a slut, you want my cock that bad?” or “yeah? you wanna cum? aww, that’s too bad. bad girls don’t get to cream my cock.” (my chest hurts </3)
favorite position is doggy style (once again, who is surprised)
specifically face down into a pillow and ass all the way up (ass man hobi <3 don’t argue with me)
has a safe word for you, makes you tell him what it is before he even thinks about touching you
gets your consent by making you beg for it because consent is sexy and you are even sexier when you’re begging for him to split you in half
he calls you a lot of things from doll, baby, and beautiful to his cumslut, his needy girl, his favorite brat <3
DUMBIFICATION.
a firm believer that if he hasn’t fucked you stupid to the point where you’re babbling and drunk on his cock, then he hasn’t done it right
he loves tears and he loves cumming on your face when he’s done
watches his cum paint your tear-streaked face and your drooling lips and thinks you’re the prettiest thing in the world
but!!! hobi can be a nice dom too! 
he knows some days are hard for you and on those days he wants you to know how loved you are by him and he’d do anything to make you feel good
on these days, he’ll have you in missionary position and say things like, “you’re my good girl, always so fuckin’ good for me, beautiful, love you s’much,” or “you feel me in your tummy, baby? yeah? it feels good? go on and cum as many times as you want.”
he fills you up with his cum on these days too cuz he knows you love the warmth you get from it :(
you truly get the best of both worlds
he’s on the quieter side for sure, i think the quietest of the seven
he lets out the occasional grunt or deep groan, but he usually fills the room with his dirty talk
when he’s close tho :(((
so breathy and he’s letting out pants– it’s so so attractive
all breathless saying, “fuck, m’ close, doll.” 
if you squeeze him hard enough when he says that, you’ll get a cute moan out of him <3
aftercare with hobi is also sweet
he’s back to his smiley cute self, telling you jokes to make you giggle so you stay awake for him to clean up your face and messy core
praises you thoroughly, “you did so well for me, doll, wasn’t too rough was i?”
you’re always honest with him and if he was too rough, you tell him (but you usually like it)
puts you in clean clothes and then holds you close to his body, petting your head, placing innocent kisses on your neck, whispering in your ear, etc.
makes sure you fall asleep before him and whispers “i love you.” before drifting to sleep himself :(<333
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thatdeadaquarius · 1 year
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With your language AU, I remember watching a video about a guy speaking angrily nonesense in an Indian accent and people thinking he was very angry. Imagine this as the Creator speaks angry gibberish to people and they just assume that the Creator is cursing them or something. (Or like when they speak gibberish to babies and everyone's like, "Aw the Creator is teaching that baby their divine language")
*AUDIENCE DRAMATICALLY GASPS.
✨️I look pretty good for a dead bitch✨️
She's alivveee!!!
Whats up i almost passed away from sheer academic workload, but im not in the ground yet 🥰 And with drafts outta my ass! :D
Hope yall ready for ur regularly scheduled Bullshit Genshin Sagau <3
SANDBEES THATS SUCH A GOOD USERNAME & ALSO SORRY I ANSWERED THIS SO FUCKING LATE JESUSSSSS 💀💀💀
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SORRY ABT THE POLL I CANT BELIEVE I COULDNT FIGURE OUT HOW TO DELETE IT IM FUCKING CRYING I WOULD DO THIS-
Well at least i can do polls thru this in the future?? Idk tumblr is ass so we'll see how this accidental test works out...
So these were the first thngs i thought of and its not super long bc ASKERS R GENIUSES OKAY
SOMTIMES I JUST WANNA PROFUSELY THANK U GUYS AS A REPLY FOR SHARING WITH THE CLASS THRU MY BLOG 💖💘💫
Saw the gif and couldnt help but think this is how ppl like Alhaitham or Diluc would react to u "speaking ur langauge"
"Our langauage" aka being a SIM 💀
Stop Albedo would ask you to teach him ur lang/grammar rules 😭
What u gonna do when Zhongli asks you to teach him some words-
OH NO
NO DONT PASS ON YOUR BULLSHIT LMAO
U GIVING ZHONGLI SOME STUPID SIM WORD LIKE
Your ass: "GIGGLABAH means beautiful :) "✨️
Zhongli: "Oh thank you, how different from our own version, so excited sounding..."
You walk by him strolling the harbor and he just smiles at you and says
"You look gigglabah today my liege."
HIS REGAL FACE AND FANCY WALK WITH HIS HAND BEHIND HIS BACK AND EVERYTHING
(honestly ppl paint him as oblivious but he kinda seemed like the type of bastard who seems like he's not aware but sometimes he secretly knows the truth, he's just getting too much amusement out of it to stop doing it, LOL he does shit like the above to see YOUR reaction- LMAO)
You're a maniac pls tell me u dont pass on simlish to all the serious characters-
XIAO WOULD SECRETLY THINK IT SOUNDS GOOFY BUT WANT TO BE INVOLVED BC ITS YOU ANYWAY LMAO
SO HE'S JUST SLIGHTLY SQUIRMING AND GETTIN PINK EVERYTIME HE SAYS A STUPID SIM WORD BC HE FEELS LIKE A GOOF HAHA
(& he's not the only one, others too like Kaveh, YELAN, Ningguang, Nahida, DILUC, AYAKA LMAO-)
Some ppl i could see taking ur gibberish bullshittery and whether they believe its real or not is irrelevant bc theyre using it anyway-
And i dont mean in a good way 😭
LIKE IM THINKING OF VENTI.
CRAZY BARD INCLUDING SIMLISH ASS GIBBERISH WORDS IN HIS SONGS BC OF YOU
"Be cheerful like the hugkukie,
and may your cup never leaky!"
And Diluc loves you.
Really he does, deeper than he thinks-
But his eye is twitching LMAOO
(Ok but if you did like multiple of these language shenanigans thruout the asks ive gotten, Kaeya would literally grow so fond of you and associate you with goofy funny shit that makes him laugh so hard that everytime he sees you he automatically is beaming with a smile, or trying to supress a warm grin- this got away from me but its 1:44am for me rn so i would love a smiley Kaeya rn -)
Speaking language bs I have my 2nd oral exam for spanish tomorrow, pls send whatever good vibes u got and i am also really open to prayers from any religion as well. sobs
Hope anyone got any enjoyment out of my response bc tbh the ask is what rlly matters to me atp lmao
Until the next shenanigan-
Safe travels,
💀♒️
♡the beloveds mwah ♡
@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist
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the-faceless-bride · 1 year
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OMGGG WAIT TWDG REQUESTS R OPEN IM, I don't write 4 them but I sure would if i found people who like this masterpiece, I'm sending in a request feel free to not do it if u dont have the in sports, just let me know 👀
okay so may i request maybe fluff headcanons w Luke (my man😫)
btw im so sorry again for almost blocking u but we have lots of fandoms in common and i think we could get along pretty well- i swear im not mean💀
It's really no problem, I'll be careful not to spam like before. I'm sure we'll get along great too! 🦇💖
Luke TWDG Fluff Hc
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You met in Winter, you were scavenging around before it got dark making sure no one was around and if there were any hidden supplies around.
That's when you spotted a man crawling his way out of the frozen lake, seemed like he fell in and was desperately trying to get out. You pondered for a moment, you didn't know this man... He could be dangerous. He could have been part of a dangerous group, but then again you didn't know if you could spare anytime it was getting dark quickly.
But when he spotted you and you stared at each other, you looked at his brown eyes, his wet hair, and finally his blue-tinted lips.
He was gonna freeze to death if you didn't help... And you would feel guilty if he did and you didn't try to help even a little.
Now here you and Luke were, you both wandered around and found a small home that even had some small bags of food that were still good.
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He definitely told you about his old group, about how they were trying to make it to a house but he ended up falling through and thought he was done for.
He honestly thought he was too
He likes to talk about the two young girls he considered to be his 'little sisters' Sarah and Clementine were their names, and he laughs about how sweet yet scary Clem could be sometimes when he was in that group.
Sometimes he has nightmares about what happened in his group with Carver/Bill, about Kenny and his Eye, Sarah and her dad, Beca turning... He fears what happened to Alvin, and how worried he is about the group with the new baby.
He likes to be cuddled on those nights, he curls in on himself and lets you wrap your arms around him.
Luke can be very playful, he likes to play races with you when you both do anything that involves traveling, mostly when you are scavenging.
Luke doesn't like the idea of moving camp, even though the little house you found has some unrepairable damage and food is getting low he hates the idea of traveling after what happened to his group when they had to leave their home
Luke loves when you kiss his forehead as comfort and he always kisses your nose in response back to it.
Ok, I would write more but the HCs are all random I will do a better Hc for him that has a bit more structure, I hope this is fun to read anyway. 😭
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lxv2u-attack · 3 months
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-> CHOI YENA • NSFW ALPHABET
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choi yena x fem!reader [written headcanons] word count: 1.1k warning nsfw, voyeurism lowercase intended genre smut, established relationship, crack(?) -> a/n 1 : this is my first nsfw fic (?) so im a lil nervous to post it ahh- i hope this dosent flop but ill definitely be grateful for any amount of notes i get<33 if theres anything u think i might need some polishing on plz tell me!! im super open to criticism as long as its done with good intent lol hope u enjoy!!!!
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a = aftercare (what they’re like after the act)
very clingy, she'll hold you like her life depends on it. will lay on top of you no matter what position she was previously in, kissing your face all over while praising you on how much of a good job you did.
b = body parts (favorite body part of their own or partners)
every part. it'd be unusual for her to not have her hands on you every chance she got. loves your eyes more than anything though, she could get lost in them whenever, and she will definitely keep eye contact with you during it.
c = cum (anything that has to do with it)
feels pride in making a mess out of you with her cum, or the other way around ofc. she can't help but take a selfie or two with you to save the moment and be able to look at the pics whenever.
d = dirty secret (secret of theirs)
wants to dabble in exhibitionism/voyeurism with you because she loves the thought of getting caught (most likely wouldn't stop if she did get caught and would be more rough for the show)
e = experience (how experienced they are, and if they know what to do)
wasn't exactly the most experienced person when you first got together but she always had you two exploring new things to the point that she says she's is probably the most experienced person ever (even tho she most likely isn't lol)
f = favorite position
loves any position where she can look you in the eyes or suck your tits but you can never go wrong with eating her out or having her sit on your face.
g = goofy (how serious they are during the moment? or not)
100% not serious. well, she's obviously trying to make you feel like you're on cloud 9 but that does not stop her from giggling and joking around with you as if she doesn't have her face covered in your cum or vice versa.
h = hair (how well groomed are they? do the carpets match the drapes)
trims regularly so everything is bare except for a small landing strip (she's 100% has joked about dying it fun colors to match her hair for new comebacks)
i = intimacy (how are they during the moment?)
switch all the way, I can see her being a very bratty sub or semi-mean dom. That doesn't mean she doesn't want things to be romantic though, she'll light candles and set the mood as best as she can for special occasions (ex. valentines, birthdays, etc.)
j = jack off (how often ? etc.)
very unfair when it comes to how she feels about jerking off. she'll tell you to wait until she gets home but when you're the one out she'll tease you by sending videos of her doing the exact thing she tells you not to do.
k = kinks (lists of kinks they like)
bondage (receiving) , blindfolding (givng), clothed sex , exhibitionism , face sitting (both), spanking(giving) & praising(both)
l = location (their go to place during it)
any place any time (as long as she knows you're alone)
m = motivation (what turns them on)
literally anything and everything can motivate her to get in the mood, even if you're not around, if she sees something you posted on your insta story she'll be telling you to come home cause she can't contain herself.
n = no (what they wouldn’t do during it)
anything with bodily fluids (except cum obviously)
o = oral (do they enjoy receiving or giving , any skill etc.)
She's all for giving head and loves getting pussy drunk off you. if you never told her to stop she never would lol it's her favorite pastime.
p = pace (how fast ? are they rough ? or slow and sensual)
both? She loves being fast and then suddenly stopping to tease you. just cause she goes fast doesn't mean she's not taking her time making you feel good though.
q = quickie (what they think about quickies , how often?)
always thinks about it when in public but could never actually do it since she wouldn't be able to stop herself from going for hours on end.
r = risk (are they willing to experiment and take risks?)
open to anything, she wants to try almost everything at least once since it gives her a big rush. after trying something out with you she'll try to find a way to incorporate it into your usual sex life.
s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
doesn't get tired often but even if she is tired she's giving her 100% as long as you can keep going she's down.
t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them)
straps, vibrators, dildos, harnesses you name it she has it (all pink teehee)
u = unfair (how much they like to tease)
clearly, she loves to tease you at any chance she gets even if it's in a non-sexual setting so much to the point you expect it. when you tease her though she whines and gets all pouty as if she doesn't do it to you daily.
v = volume (how loud they are , how they moan)
your whole apartment building definitely knows your name even if they've never met you because of how loud she is.
w = wildcard (a random headcanon)
if she knows your out with your friends or at work she'll send you videos or pictures of her getting off so she can have you home asap.
on Christmas, she haphazardly tied herself up with ribbon and topped herself off with a bow to surprise you with the best gift she can think of [might just make this a fic lol]
x = x - ray (what’s under them clothes)
she buys you two matching lingerie sets whenever she sees a cute one she knows you'll look the cutest in. She will even wear them under her normal clothes when going out just to get a rise out of you.
y = yearning (how high the sex drive is)
her sex drive is most definitely higher than yours and of course, she can't be with you every day thanks to her schedules so when she does have you all to herself you already know what the first thing she wants to do is.
z = 💤💤 (how quickly they fall asleep)
will only have enough energy to lazily clean up before passing out but if the two of you end up stopping early for whatever reason she'll run a hot bath for you and her, and she'll tease you about the sounds you made and how cute you looked all while helping you clean yourself off.
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-> a/n 2 : i really enjoyed making this and i hope u liked it and if u did please reblog &lt;/33 btw sakura is most likely the next person in this lil series
taglist: @n034sy @jaemoris blushes
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muldermuse · 10 months
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Your first date? Or your first time with fox mulder 👀👀
Thank you for sending this through!!! I hope it's ok <3
If u have any ideas for Fox Mulder fics/headcanons/aus anything pls send them throuuuuuuugh. I will be forever grateful <3
He’s nervous, Scully has been giving him sly looks throughout the day as he’s been trying his hardest to keep it together. The day has been littered with small mistakes, starting with accidentally throwing his takeaway coffee in the trash to biting his pen and not realising the blue ink had covered his shirt with soaking blotches. He tried to ignore the superstitious voice in his head telling him that the day (and your first date) was determined to go badly. 
He asked you out on a date the third time he met you, initially the date was planned to be that week, however, a bout of sickness had made you bed bound. You called to apologise and rescheduled for the same date next week, unfortunately, Fox had a case that had taken him out of town. He called you from his crappy motel; his stomach filled with knots at the thought of letting you down. 
Your fingers twisted around the phone cord as you laid on your bed sheet. “You know, I’ve heard some pretty good date cancelling excuses. But travelling to Minnesota to catch a demonic stray dog i-“
He interrupted, “I think you mean, potential werewolf sighting” 
His voice made you blush, it always did, you felt the warmth rise up your chest. “Well, I know that Scully thinks it’s something along the stray dog lines.”
He smiled, you made him feel less alone, even in this dusty motel room hundreds of miles away from you- you were making him smile. “I am really sorry to cancel, I’m back on Sunday. I’ll pick you from the apartment at 2?”
***
So, it’s the third attempt at a first date and he’s nervous. He parked outside your apartment at 1:30 and had been building up the courage to go in. He knew that 30 minutes was too early, at 1:40 he thought he may as well wait for ten more minutes. However, at 1:42, he made his way up to your door. He had your coffee order, a pastry and a bunch of lilies gripped nervously in his hand. He thinks about knocking on your door, or should he ring the bell? Before he has time to consider each option more critically, the door opens and there you are. 
You take his breath away.
He knows that you’d class what you’re wearing as nothing special, but to him you look incredible as always. You’re slightly more made up than usual, your eye lids dusted with a muted brown and your mascara making your lashes look even longer. Your lip liner and lip gloss combo enhances your mouth and all he can think about in that moment is kissing you. Your hair is down and behind your shoulders; you smile awkwardly at him. 
“Oh my god, please tell me I look okay! I’ve spent ages deciding what to wear, at first I chose a dress but then I thought it might be too much and then I de-“. He could tell you were panicked and nervous; just the same as him. He held your hand as he gently pressed a kiss to your cheek, taking in the sweet smell of your perfume as he said with as much confidence as he could muster, “you look amazing. I’m looking forward to spending the day with you.” 
The date is a walk around the park near your apartment, then a trip to a book store which Fox always talks about and then a late lunch at a restaurant you’ve talked about extensively. You’ve been looking forward to it as much as he has. Your previous dates have usually started at 7pm and you’ve been emotionally checked out, or repulsed, by half past.
On the walk, you found out more about his work and how much his career meant to him. He asked you about your job and your future dreams. You noticed that he smiled throughout, looking at you with a grin on his face as he heard you talk about where you wanted to be in five years. In the bookstore, you realised how similar you were as you perused the endless aisles. Seemingly every book you went to pick up he had read or had at home on his shelf. 
“I have most of the ones you’re interested in, you could always come round and choose some.” 
“Fox, if that’s a way to get me into your apartment and to see your water bed- I swear”. A smirk crossed his face as a red tinge covered his cheeks,
“I mean- can you blame me for trying?”
As you both got more comfortable throughout the date, you noticed both yourself and Fox becoming more flirty with each other. You’d hold his arm when he made you giggle, he’d blush when you got closer to him and he’d intertwine your fingers with his in quiet moments.
***
The restaurant was quietening down, it was the liminal zone between the lunch rush and early diners. The candles were lit on each table despite the sun shining outside, only around a quarter of the tables were full as soft music played. All of a sudden, you seemed to remember that you were on a date with the person you have a crush on and you felt a pang of anxiety hit you. Fox seemed oblivious to your rising nerves as he idly chatted through the menu and ordering water for the table. 
He looked so so good today. His hair was perfectly off his face and his smile seemed brighter than it ever had before. Before your thoughts could spiral more about your sudden prick of nervousness, you felt his warm hand cover yours and quell your ill feelings in an instant. His touch grounded you back to the moment. “I’m going to get a bottle of white, is that okay? We can get soda as well if you’d like”.
You moved your hand to hold his fingers with a squeeze, “White is great, thank you”. With his soft eyes and sweet smile in front of you, the nerves seemingly dissipated from your body and you felt a blush creeping up your chest. This was the best date you’d ever been on and you knew in that moment that you had to let him know.
You got a main each and then shared a dessert. The wine was going down easily and you were on your second bottle with no intentions to get a third. The alcohol was coursing through your veins which resulted in a permanent smile being on your face. 
“You know” he swiped his spoon through the caramel chocolate mousse in front of you, “you’ve been smiling at me for the past twenty minutes”. He put the spoon in his mouth and winked at you.
“Maybe I’m having a really good time,” you picked up your wine glass and sipped the remaining liquid, “or, maybe it’s the wine.”
He threw his head back with a laugh, “It’s definitely the first one.”
The bill arrived and Fox paid before you could argue, you made a mental note to pay for the second date. The sun was setting as you left the restaurant and before you could step further outside, Fox held your hand tightly in his.
***
“So, this is me…” The conversation had continued to flow as you walked back to your apartment, you took the long route to prolong the time you could spend with him. You both awkwardly stood in front of your front door. Neither of you wanted this night to end. You could invite him inside for a coffee, you could say that your bedroom light was flickering and you would like him to take a look at it. You couldn't end it without a big move and with the liquid courage still in your body; you pressed your lips to his. 
You brought your hands up to cup his face as you kissed him. His nose nudged against yours as his hands slid down to your hips, pulling you closer to him as you felt him smile against your lips. The taste of chocolate and sweet caramel still lingered on his lips. His forehead touched yours as your fingers interlocked at the nape of his neck. He looked at you with a hunger in his eyes, wordlessly you held his hand as you unlocked your front door and dragged him inside.
“Third times the charm, I guess” He laughed as you locked the door.
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c0ffinshit · 4 months
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Hiii can you please write some more Nathan Bratt headcanons? It can be any kind you want to write, I’m just desperate for more content with him and you’re like the only person I could find who writes him. 😭
its alright, don’t worry. lucky for you, i do have some general/romantic/smutty hc that didn’t make the cut the first time around. so, those little headcanons get second life in the form of this post. so i hope you enjoy!! xoxo
warnings: fluff, pet play mentions, bottom!nathan mostly (sorry to the top!nathan truthers), like two mentions of public sex
general and romantic headcanons:
- i will continue to repeat this til i die: THIS MAN HAS AUTISM AND ADHD.
- no i will not elaborate or explain any further
- because literally THIS MAN will take like 2 years to figure out you like him
- but when he does tho… WOOO NELLY he is going to use that fact and NEVER. BRING. IT. UP.
- he is so scared that he’s wrong EVEN THO its so obvious even a helen-keller-type could figure it out
- yknow how people have like a childhood blanket or stuffed animal that they have had since they were a baby… yeah he has one and its a loin
- and he can’t go ANYWHERE without it
- ‼️ROMANTIC HEADCANON ALERT ‼️ okay so he loves watching romcoms with you and cuddle up with a big soft blanket
- was willingly in his school’s D.A.R.E program (iykyk)
- owns and collects star wars legos, will cry if you get him the latest/most expensive set for any holiday
- speaking of holidays, during christmas, he is the type to go ALL OUT in terms of decorations
- big christmas tree with topic of those hallmark ornaments with like snoopy and shit
- the lawn has those big tacky inflatable snow light thingy (like the ones at home depot)
- christmas lights EVERYWHERE. and i mean everywhere
- MATCHING. CHRISTMAS. SWEATER. EVERY. YEAR.
- actually scratch that, he LOVES matching outfits every year
- loves going to the big box stores (macy’s, jc penney, etc.) and taking tacky 80s style photos if they have a photo studio
- his humor is if the phrase “rawr means i love you in dinosaur X3” and the other phrase “well erm… that just happened ☝️🤓” had an unholy baby
- is a bit immature (aka he will giggle if you say “im coming!” in a non-sexual context)
- if you give him a card with a sweet message in it, he will tear up a bit, even if it just says “i love you”
- scared of roller coaster and most other theme parks ride, including dark rides
- scared of the dark in the same way that wiston from new girl is scared of the dark (aka DEADLY AFRAID)
- he thinks you are WAYYYY out of his league
- if you have a pet, he will dress them up in stupid costumes and sent them to you
- speaking of texting, will randomly send you big paragraphs in the middle of the day just talking about how grateful he is to have you in his life
- the KING of good morning and night messages
- he just really really loves texting you even if you are a dry texter (like me)
- he can always make something out of nothing in terms of one word message
- will send pictures of random things with the text “This totally reminds me of us/you! Thinking about you everyday! Love you ❤️❤️”
- this is my long winded way of saying he texts like he’s a nice old lady
- like he will write an entire paragraph talking about his day and if u reply with “okay” HE WILL JUST KEEP GOING ON (asking about your day, talking about stuff that reminded him of you, etc.)
smutty headcanons:
- probably cried the whole time when you had sex with him for the first time
- is open to toys, any toys expect for the first time you made love with him
- has this weird thing about your neck (he focuses on it wayyyy too much)
- very good at fingering and cunnilingus
- will call you ‘miss’ or ‘mistress’ when you top him
- “please miss… i’ll be a good boy. i’ll get on my hands and knees so you can use me as your toy.”
- AUGHHHHH ALSO he has a dirty secret (kinda related to my ‘he secretly has a pet play kink’ thingy)
- okay so the dirty secret is this: when you and him dressed up for halloween one year; the same year you dressed as a sexy cat… he was trying SO HARD to hide his hard on from you
- probably also related to pet play thingy, when you wear those collar chokers-style necklaces, he also gets a hard on
- NO SRSLY THE MINUTE HE SEES YOU IN IT BOOM BONER
- you just look so cute and sexy in anything and everything that you do HE CANT HELP IT
- also doesn’t help that you abuse this fact to your advantage
- you need something? sex? money (which he doesn’t have)? a dog? just wear those hot topic collar chocker things and he’ll give it to you IMMEDIATELY ASAP
- also ALSO hates the term master and daddy
- except for when he was possessed by biddle
- LOVESSS WHEN YOU SIT ON HIS LAP
- its like all the pet play shit HE WILL GET A HARD IN IMMEDIATELY if you sit in his lap
- loves dirty talk (mostly when you do it… since he is a bit rusty at it)
- has a weird thing about smell? (idk i can’t really explain that one im sorry but you’ll have to figure out this one lol)
- also, you’d think because he basically is obsessed with texting you that he would like nudes or sexting
- well you’d be DEAD WRONG. he hates nudes and sexting
- his main reason being “why would i send it in a text when i can say it to you right here?”
- phone sex… is a very different story
- loves phone sex like LOVES LOVES phone sex
- will do it if he’s far away from you and wants to cum so hard
- he also seems like the type to get those long distance relationships sex toys where its like a dildo and a fleshlight and it feels like your partner is fucking you? do you know what im talking about? cuz if you dont, google is free
- if you are also a switch with him, he will get confused on which role to play at first
- you have to be crystal clear with your intentions and his role
- he isn’t the brightest bulb on the christmas tree in terms of sexual and social cues but we (aka me) love them anyways
- has fantasies about you and him having public sex but is too scared to actually commit
- actually, he probably would’ve done it one time at a restaurant where you both teased each with remote controlled vibrators but swore it off after that
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peraltuki · 9 months
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scary dog privileges. — angel/david headcanon!!
uuhhhh @starvin-darlin gave me this idea thank u sm queen I loved it! I hope u guys do too!!
Click show more to read!!!
Angel works at an office job at a company of which they don't remember what is they actually do there, but pretend they know. Angel is also very social and likes to gather around the water cooler and talk shit about people instead of doing the actual job.
  “One time, I heard the boss got his partner in the office late at night and... They had sex!” one of Angel's coworkers said.
  “How scandalous!” Angel answered.
  Angel loved it, it was why they liked the job in the first place. Like the time one guy and his girlfriend of six months broke up in front of everybody, and the next day they were acting like they never actually dated. It warmed Angel because it reminded them of two pack members who were always fighting like that. It was heartwarming. Sometimes it was more serious.
  “And what about the time two people got "stucked" in one of the elevators, huh?” another coworker said. 
  “You don't say.” Angel was on their thirteenth cup of water with no coffee, the gossip fueled their energy.”
  “Well I kind of feel bad for one of the people who were there. Seems like they were having a panic attack.”
  “Because they'd get caught?” Angel asked.
  “No! Because the elevator stopped!”
  “Oh, my!”
  And so on, and so forth. And every single time it happened, they told David about it. Immediately, while it was happening.
  photo 📷
  lol look at them they're fighting
  David would text back:
  ?
  And Angel would say:
  omg they just broke up in front of everyone!!
  who are these people?
  why are you sending me pictures of them?
  they're my coworkers!
  get to work and leave me alone.
  boo, you whore.
  what?!
  And Angel wouldn't text back after that.
  One day as they were chitchatting about Lindsay from the fourth floor dropping everyone's food in the trash because they ate her dessert and they all agreed it was because she was newly divorced, a coworker asked Angel if they were seeing someone.
  Angel said: “I'm engaged!” and everyone was shocked. Everyone wanted to know.
  “His name is Davey-David... And he-”
  “Is he good-looking?” a coworker asked, it was the girl who got dumped in public! She looked like she hated them.
  “Yes, of course! I wouldn't date someone who's ugly...”
  “So how is he?” Somebody else asked, but they weren't good intended questions more as a way of trying to find a fault or something to judge later on when Angel wasn't around. Too bad they couldn't see that.
  “Oh, he's big. He's really big.”
  “Big?”
  “And tall! And he has muscles and is very hot! Well yeah I think he's hot of cour-”
  “Looks like you're making it up.” The girl who got dumped said. How does she dare? Why would they lie about it? 
  “I'm not lying! He's real!”
  “Show us a picture!” Oddly enough, that was a masculine voice.”
  “I don't have any pictures of him, he doesn't like pictu-”
  “Ha!”
  “What?!” The gossip around the water cooler wasn't feeling cool anymore. Damn.
  Angel looked around but the people listening did not believed in their story. Their tendency to lie all the time on the job might've contributed to this all happening. Angel lied a lot for fun, because their job was boring and saying they were an adopted child who was raised by wolves until the age of nine was like super fun to make people believe –specially when Angel pretended that they couldn't go to work because of the full moon– wasn't so fun anymore now. Or when they called in sick for a desease they contracted on their trip to England was so deadly they could kill anybody just by looking at them in the eye (they never went to England), it was all coming together at once.
  the consequences of my actions are finally catching up to me
  good.
  :(
  mean
  snot.
  stop I'm not in the mood 😡
  okay.
  sorry.
  I forgive you davey (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆
  ugh.
  The days had passed and Angel didn't felt like being bubbly and social on the job when everyone who gathered around the water cooler suddenly stopped talking when they walked in. It was so blatantly obvious their coworkers were talking about Angel and their made-up fiancee, who was not made-up. But they'd had enough, if there was something Angel did was being resilient, that's exactly how they got to be engaged with David in the first place! By stalking him. 
  Suddenly a thought occured to them, next to the refrigerator where nobody wants to stand because it smells weird.
  that's it. I've had enough!!!
  what?
  Sometimes Angel said their thoughts out loud and sometimes they texted them to David.
  They came closer to where everybody was and they looked at them. They looked back.
  “He is real.”
  “Sure!” One said.
  “Yeah, right!” Another one said.
  “You don't know anything! He's not made-up like everything else I said!” 
  “It's okay, we all have our beliefs!” That was the dumped girl, again!
  “He is. I'm telling you how we met.” Angel really loved to talk. “We met... Well I met him first, it was like... Love at first sight, for me! Because he wasn't looking at me. But then I followed him...”
  “You followed him?!” A girl with glasses they'd never seen before asked. Damn everybody was here now.
  “Oh my God.” 
  “Yes...! No! I mean I stumbled across him a second time... And then a third... Because he just wasn't looking at me!” Now they were just looking at Angel like they just said an awful joke. “And then he came up to me and said: Who are you and why are you looking at me?!” Angel mimicked David's deep voice. 
  “Oh my God, what?! Is what happened!” Angel was getting angry and frustrated.
  Now they were the crazy person who not only made-up a fake fiancee but also stalked him, this was awful, it was horrendous. After that complete fiasco the weeks passed and, hopefully, people started to forget about what Angel had said, hopefully, because they hoped people did forget. They still looked at them funny. Angel was sitting in their desk, looking at pictures of cute puppies in adoption that looked like David's wolf form because it made them feel better.
  angel.
  Speaking of the Devil...
  get ready. i'm going to pick you up for lunch.
  Yay!!
  okay my sweet maple syrup 😘❤️
  don't call me that.  
  Angel was hopping through the office picking up their stuff to leave. It wasn't always that David and they lunched together but when they did Angel made sure to ask for a lot of food just to piss him off. They grabbed their bag and hopped to the door when they saw one of those coworkers who would look at them funny since they talked about David.
  And Angel couldn't resist themselves.
  “Hi.”
  “Hi...” He answered.
  “Heading out?” Angel asked.
  “Yes...”
  “Hm. Me too. My fiancee is picking me up.” They smiled showing their teeth. Ha! Now they would take a picture of David to show to everybody.
  “Your fake fiancee?”
  “He's not...! Ugh, whatever.”
  They ignored their coworker and kept waiting outside the building. As they were waiting they felt a bunch of eyes looking at their back and did their best to subtly look back, everybody was gathering around the reception pretending to do something else. Angel rolled their eyes. They wanted to leave badly.
  when are you coming??! :/
  i wanna leaaaaaavvvvveeeee
  i'm here.
  Angel looked up from their phone and saw the black car parking in front of the building, and David coming out of it. 
  “Hi!!” Angel yelled at him even though he was that far. David frowned but said hi back.
  They started running towards him, without looking at both sides of the street.
  “Be careful!” David grabbed their wrist and pulled Angel close before a car passed close by them.
  “Okay, Mister, you can wait until I had food before we do something else.” 
  “Get in the car, perv.” He smacked their ass before letting them go.
  Angel sat on the passenger side and waited for David to get inside the car again. “What are those people doing?” He asked.
  “What peop-?” They looked at the inside of the building and half of their coworkers were staring directly at them, specifically at David. “Oh! You know what happened?” Angel said as they throw all their stuff at the backseat.
  “What?”
  “I told my coworkers I was engaged with a big, handsome, muscular man...” David huffed holding in a laugh.
“I'm not a b-”
“And they thought I was lying!”
  “What? Why? Oh, let me rephrase that, why would they not believe you when all you do is lie to them?” 
  “Whatever. Their loss, they're starting to annoy me anyways.” Angel took off their shoes and reclined the seat back a little.
  “So that's why they're looking at me like I was an extinct animal in the flesh.”
  “Yep. Are they still looking?”
  “Yep.”
  “Let's just leave.” 
  “Wait.” Before Angel could accommodate themselves in their seat, David grabbed their shoulder. “Kiss.”
  “Oh.” Angel kissed him sweetly and quick before half-laying down in their seat.
  And they went to lunch. Maybe if Angel was feeling better by tomorrow they will tell them that their fiancee was a werewolf too.
<3<3<3<3<3
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ventiswampwater · 9 months
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Bo and Lester Sinclair
AHHHHHHH, the stinky men themselves 🦍 + 🐀!!!
disclaimer: imo, any situation in which u "date" either of these two men would have to be predicated on some absolute tomfuckery and a hostage-type situation. LMAO. I see no other conceivable world where you'd just........run into them and have a normal ass relationship jhfdsjhfjdshjsdf they are so deeply ABNORMAL. so warnings for stockholm syndrome/dubcon headcanons below!!
once again under the cut bc a bitch truly does TALK
feel free to send me a character of ur choice for headcanons and I'll give u 3 pros and 3 cons of dating them. if ur so inclined!!!!
boseph
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sidenote: I've been on a sabbatical from Him™ recently. he's been on the backburner. I've been hoovering down DIFFERENT fictional shlong. HAPPILY. so tell me why I was scrollin thru these gifs of him goin yum yum there he IS HIIIIII BABY hehehehe muy deliciosio. ?????? so fuckin embarrassing!!!!!!!!!!
ANYWAY.
3 PROS
dick game is fucking immaculate. I HATE to fuckin say it. literally crying screaming THROWING TF UP. bc come on. I'd LOVE. more than anything. to tell u with CONFIDENCE that it's subpar. but I'd be fuckin lying to u AND myself. and the gods would smite my fuckin ass from existence. so yeah. it's good. u know. the kinda dick game where he absolutely does not care if this feels good 4 u. and it's mean and awful............but somehow it's makin u astral project into 328798329832 different galaxies. it's SUCH a fuckin shame. smh.
despite being a FAKE ASS LARPING "mechanic", I genuinely do think he's handy and knows his way around vehicles/how to fix things. he's very much a car guy. <-this is also a CON. have u met a CAR GUY before??? immediate no. but I'm considering it a pro. bc u will definitely have to bring him sweet tea down to his stupid shop one summer afternoon. and the garage doors will be wide open and he'll be blasting korn or slipknot or some shit. and he'll be workin on a car engine in a slutty wifebeater with a slutty lil rag tucked into his slutty lil belt loop. and he'll be sweaty and covered in grease and annoying. he'll complain about how ur interrupting his work. and then u get banged on the hood of the car bc he's a skank. so it's a pro.
I just feel like he smells G O O D. like. AS MUCH as I call him stinky. I unfortunately think he consistently smells good. like. the kinda smell that makes ur brain go ooga booga cavewoman-mode and forget ur basic motor functions. sigh sigh SMH
3 CONS
EVERYTHING I HAVE EVER WRITTEN FOR THIS LOSER
MEAN dom (this is also. regrettably. a pro)
it would be SO fun to peg him. u will never peg him.
mommy issues out the fuckin WAZOO. daddy issues too. every issue in the fuckin book. get ready 2 be seen less as a person and more as a weird conglomeration mishmash projected fantasy-nightmare. he's dedicated his whole adult life to maintaining a murdertown in his beloved mama's memory. his mother also fucking hated him. he's very aware of that. recreates and sexualizes his trauma to feel better about all that. yikes!!!!!!!!!! YIKES!!!!!!!!!!
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3 PROS
full of boundless enthusiasm!! genuinely interested in what u have to say!! will happily talk to u for hours about whatever dumb shit u have boppin around ur brain!! most ppl are usually unsettled by him (honestly, for valid reasons LMAO. I mean. he IS leading u to certain doom in his big bro's helltown), so having someone around who doesn't treat him like an oddity has him BUZZING.
he's a v strange but thoughtful gift-giver. I definitely see him as the kinda guy to randomly give u weird lil trinkets. like here u go. he whittled down this wood into the shape of a catfish for u. he's coming over to present u with a bizarre taxidermied raccoon w/a frilled dress and tiara. both the dress and tiara are made of recycled chip bags and six-pack rings. u love it
I feel like he makes a MEAN gumbo. u wouldn't even know it's made of lizard tails and alligator eyeballs. unless he told u. which he will. w/a huge grin while ur mid-mouthful
3 CONS
actually LITERALLY stinky. like. RANCID. DIS-COS-TANG. I'm not discounting the fact that he takes baths in like. a metal tub in his backyard w/dial soap. from time to time. but come on. he's a bit putrid. a bit foul.
I v much feel that he hasn't navigated a lot (if any) normal adult relationships. so get ready for some pie-in-the-sky goofy affection that skews pretty immature. he means well, but there's a lot of cognitive dissonance and general weirdness there. he's hardly been shown any good representations on how relationships should work, so his interpretation is...................boyish. and strange
I.........feel like he's clingy. just. smthn about him. as happy-go-lucky as he might appear, he's v liable of getting his feelings hurt if he feels like ur pulling away/losing interest in him. all the sinclair boys are pretty DEEPLY maladjusted lmao. I could see him being the type of personality to sulk around. he's the baby of the family after all. just a lil guy (affectionate) (derogatory)
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hypnoneghoul · 2 months
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Can you give advice on storywriting? I love the idea of it but I cant do it properly?
Struggling with wording and like how to make each character their own/how to make a well written character??
Aandd how do I know what information to keep and what to tell? I always rush to tell things and I struggle with "show dont tell"
And pacing lmao😭 I dont know how to pace my stories well
You seem to be really good and I read your book (I litterally.. tried to learn polish for the sake of reading it lmao;;; its so good) and a few of your stories too.. any tips would be appreciated
first of all, oh my gosh, I'm literally honoured hshshsh you tried to read my book??? gonna break down right here pleaseee thank you😭
okay I'll try to get to it as well as I can, I hope it'll help at least a bit. you can always message me or send more asks <3 under the cut because its long
making the character be good, have a personality that's actually theirs is probably the hardest thing in writing. it's a bit easier in fanfiction than original work because you see them acting on stage and you see the headcanons so you have a base for it, let's say. but it's still hard. id say there are three ways of approaching this. going off vibes, projection and careful scheming and planning.
going off vibes would be just "okay he does on stage that, so i think he'd act like that off stage", pretty simple, going mostly with your guts yk
projection can go a long way. two ways actually. you can write a character that similar to you or you can write a character that is something you're lacking. of course you can mix it all, but thats the best i can describe it. my rain is me, my dew is me, my swiss and mountain is what i wish i had. caeril is me, neithan is me, etc.
careful scheming and planning is also a good way but if done wrong the character is not gonna feel real, its gonna be dry and just fake. what i mean by that is finding a character sheet with physical characteristics as well as personality traits and thinking it all over, carefully planning what you want the character to be. i myself don't do that, it feels too... artificial for me. if used correctly, tho, it can really slay because then the character can be very well thought over
you gotta try different things, u dont have to write a big 10k word fic right away. you can if you want of course but id say start with one shots, make them your character sheets. do some character study, create them and then put them into a biger picture. it takes time and practice, as evereything
the thing with show dont tell is also a thing of practice. theres no rules as to what info you should keep and what is unneccessary. show dont tell doesnt mean just show, never tell. telling isn't wrong, but writing should put the reader's brain to work, they should be seeing what you saw when you were writing. the best way to do this is basing on the senses. when writing a sentence and you doubt if its necessarry, ask yourself "okay if i was a reader what does this sentence give me? does it give me anything? what senses does it influence? does it help me paint the scene in my brain?". gotta go with feeling and overtime youlll find the perfect balance between showing and telling descriptions and that'll be your style. i make my works pretty descriptive and easy to imagine for the readers because i started with tolkien. i aspired to be like him which is of course impossible but slivers of his writing style can be seen in mine. one of those slivers is rich descriptive imagery
pacing the stories is also really hard. main rule is to not make it boring, but how to achieve it? lmao its not that easy fr. if you do an oneshot you can keep a standard introduction-main part-conclusion structure. first paint the situation, paint the place where this is happening. main part should be the longest, this is what IS your work, the most important thing. conclusion can be slow and short. tell the reader how the main part of the text changed something from the introduction, just nicely close it out. of course you dont have to, we love open endings but this is the easiest thing, id say
with bigger fics, multichapter, go wild. introduction is important but you dont have to put in on the beginning. you can start mysteriously and explain what the fuck its about in te 3rd chapter or even at the very end. build some tension but also give the reader a moment to breathe. the longer the text the more possibilieties you have but overdoing it is not good either, plan it, sketch a storyline. as everything, its a thing of practice and finding your style
and doing all that never forget about the technical bits. good story that has a terrible formatting automatically becomes a worse story because its not nice to look at. learn the proper ways to format a dialogue, work on punctuation, dont forget to capitalize (says me without a single capitalized letter and the worst grammar punctuation and typos in this whole post lmao im trying to type it in quickly sorry). dont be afraid of clicking enter, make space. formatting can also be helful in building tension, short sentences do that. you can highight an information by putting the sentecne with it alone in a line. a lot of things, also style, but you still should keep to the actual rules. treat your work as something great, dont do it half assed. treat it like it'd be supposed to be published, yk?
okay im done this is so long ugh i hope anything here is at least a bit understandable sorry but also if u or anyone have any more questions feel free to hit the ask box/dms hehehe
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bartonbones · 2 years
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headcanons and musing on ms mama bear herself and carmy's various traumas below the cut. trying not to make my blog look as unwell as it has the past few weeks, however, very much still ill in the head over the shrimp man
me every time carmy mentions his mommy issues:
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let me in!!! let me in u son of a bitch!! tell me about ur mom!!!
anyway. i digress. so the main clues we have in canon about the berzatto's siblings mom are, in vague order of appearance (aka my memory):
sugar telling carm in ep 1 that mom would love to see him after he mentions that no, he hasn't talked to her. it feels like sugar is on good enough terms with their mom while carmy is def not.
richie mentioning that he took care of their mom for months before carmy came after mikey died--carmy's mom is unstable for (gestures vaguely) any number of reasons
"she full psycho?" "she wasn't calm, but the food was great" --their mom had always been some level of unstable, but there's clearly a point at which she becomes unstable to the point that carmy considers it a distinct difference
"i mean, you blame the restaurant. you don't blame mom. you don't blame mikey." why is their mom before mikey?? carmy has such strong negative feelings about her that he puts her before mikey--someone whose fucking pills he just found in a drawer!
"it's bullshit" "sounds like mom" "i'm serious" "i'm serious" ?????? !!!!!! ???????? if nothing else "sounding like mom" is an insult but also ?????
"mom always added raisins!" interesting to me--mikey is the one who is presented as always cooking for the family, even when carm's talking about tina spending christmas at his mom's, it's mikey who was making the food. but sugar has clear and nostalgic memories that involve their mom's cooking--although, notably, it's decidedly in the past tense, even though their mom is still very much alive and present to sugar in canon, and this takes place years before canon
"this is a very special dish in my dysfunctional, nightmare of a household" --carmy doesn't seem to have any bad feelings or memories of mikey until after he starts freezing him out, and considering their dad was out of the picture around the time carmy was born/was very young, one presumes this nightmare and dysfunction has to be related to their mother
the other points that i think are interesting that just sort of relate to carmy's Issues (tm) are
a) the parentification of mikey and sugar berzatto--carmy so clearly leans on them and like went to them for support and guidance, and as always, TheAngelTattoosAreForMikeyAndSugarBreakdown.exe
b) carmy's disassociation when people are fighting/yelling at him if he's not feeling defensive or particularly fighty enough to yell back. the way Chef says such cutting and horrible things to carmy--you're not tough, it's all a show, you're a fraud, you should be dead--and carmy just has to blink and continue working. the way he stares in to the middle distance for like two entire fucking minutes while richie and cicero scream at each other. i mean, if there's one thing this boy can do it's disassociate. the kid can leave the country. he sends himself to the cornfield. goodbye carmen berzatto hello shoving trauma down into ur shoes and hoping there's No Future Consequences for This Action
anyway i've been thinking for weeks about what i think the deal could be between carmy and his mom and while this is truly just a headcanon i'm forming and i also have a habit of never being a correct when i make headcanons, but the idea i'm sort of rolling around with is like clearly their mom was unstable for enough of their childhood for their house to be a "dysfunctional nightmare" but is stable enough now for sugar to have a relationship with her and want carmy to have a relationship with her, too, so my thinking is maybe there is some severe mental illness that wasn't getting treated or cared for while they were kids, but maybe is now that they're adults, chiefly, while carmy isn't there to see it.
i think some kind of variation of bipolar works well here, maybe? it would help explain some of carmy's disassociation skills, if their mom could be verbally abusive when she was manic, and the parentification of sugar and mikey if during depressive episodes there was little functioning. if that's carmy's childhood and that's his impression of his mom, then of course he's not going to want to go home to see her. but if she gets treatment/medication/guidance later in their adulthood while carmy is globetrotting and getting verbally abused by other significant figures in his life, then sugar might have a relationship with her at that point and want carmy to "talk" to her and maybe reach some closure too, if that's what she was able to do. and carmy obviously doesn't believe in that becuase he's carmy in s1 of the bear and his relationship with his mom is probably approx #87 or #89 on Pressing Mental Health Issues to Address.
anyway this is very long and if any one reads it and has thoughts let me know. i just want to get into the head of this shrimp man and excavate his trauma for shrimp dumplings. i want to KNOW. let me IN. CARMEN!!!! let me IN!!!!
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hi there! as someone who can't play CoH but is extremely interested in the game's story and worldbuilding, this is ur excuse to infodump as much as u want abt it if you have the energy bc i'll love you forever. pls tell me more abt it!
remember to hydrate and i hope you have a good day!
Okay so the very first thing that comes to mind:
The music.
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I've talked about this once before (well over a year ago) here, but I need to gush about it more in-depth.
Obviously, it's the most important part of the game. It's a RHYTHM game. But it's not just a mechanic, it's something acknowledged in-world:
“This world does have some surprising similarities to my own. For example, whenever there are monsters nearby, you have to move to the beat! You’ll get used to it… Trust me.
"But at least in your world, if there are no enemies around, you can move as fast or as slow as you want. Handy!”
Cadence says this if you talk to her next to Link's house. Not only is this confirmation that the music is present, but that it's also a force in the world that works differently in other dimensions, like magic.
A good number of entries to the series have different music if enemies are around. Some examples:
Ocarina of Time
Wind Waker
Twilight Princess
Skyward Sword
Breath of the Wild
Not to mention that virtually ALL of the games have their own boss and miniboss music.
To have this acknowledged in-game is such a neat bit of worldbuilding if you run with it. My headcanon is that it's a form of synesthesia; ie, something from one sense is causes an unrelated reaction in a different sense. Smelling certain things when you see colors, seeing patterns when you touch materials, and so on.
In this case, I believe it's telepathic synesthesia. Hylians are known for their ability to hear "the voice of the gods," though this most commonly manifests by Zelda talking to Link to ask for help.
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Telepathy is the ability to read minds. Enemies, presumably, have the ability to think (at least with enough capacity to see Link as a threat and attack him). With music being acknowledged as an in-world force, my theory is that Link (and by extension Zelda, Cadence, Yves, and any other playable character) interprets the thoughts of the various around him as their own kind of music.
The forest takes on a different theme if it's under attack, because the wildlife is trying to avoid getting caught in the crossfire. People have themes as they come into view, because their thoughts invoke a specific feeling in Link. That's how you get bad-news music for someone who's later going to be revealed as a boss, or pleasant tunes for someone guaranteed to be a friend, or leitmotifs for related characters.
All the Links have this to some degree. The original Legend of Zelda only really has two themes: the theme of the world, and the theme of the monster-infected dungeons. His telesthesia is very low-key.
On the complete opposite end of the spectrum, Cadence of Hyrule has themes for every area, with both peaceful and monster-infested variants. On top of this, he gets a visual indicator as well; there's a rhythm counter at the bottom of the screen that tells you when and how to step, and when it's not around, you're out of danger.
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What's really interesting is looking at this beyond the game convenience, because it's both an asset and a disability. On the positive side, Link will always know when he's in danger, or when a place has different life in it from areas he's been to before. In Cadence of Hyrule specifically, though, it lets him predict his enemies' moves, recognizing patterns and dodging in time with their thoughts.
On the negative side, telepathy is, presumably, an at-will power. Zelda isn't always reading minds and sending thoughts to the people around her, as far as we can tell. But with Link hearing the music constantly, this means that he both cannot read or send thoughts himself and cannot turn the ability off. The only way for him to get peace and quiet is to isolate himself, and being in a place with a lot of people walking around can be incredibly overwhelming over time. And even barring that, in Cadence of Hyrule, you're punished for not being on beat; Link is very much dependent on this ability to keep his fighting prowess, something other Links don't have to suffer through.
In that regard, I think it's no coincidence that Age of Calamity has such a vibrant and varied soundtrack, while Breath of the Wild limits itself mostly to piano. BotW is an empty world, full of ruins and quiet, where enemies are remnants rather than an active force. Meanwhile, Age of Calamity is a literal warfront. If the music reflects the people in the setting, Breath of the Wild's Link is experiencing the first real quiet he has in over a century. It's a shame he can't remember it, isn't it?
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Do you have like little observations or details about IDILY's Eren and Mikasa that didn't make it to the final story? Like very little facts about them that you thought about but weren't relevant to the story, or you just didn't incorporate but thought about, or even your own "headcanons" about them in the story?
I've been waiting for a long time to answer this bc i needed to be at my desk but!!! tysm for this question
i wrote a huge bit about mikasa's childhood and how she became friends with armin... that didn't make it in the story :( idk if i will be able to fit it in later or when i finally finish it and go back to revise it maybe i can fit it in... if u have any suggestions pls share :)
but here u go!!
i dreamed i left you - deleted scene [4.5k+]
MIKASA
[14 years old]
One day when I was fourteen, my mother told me I’d be changing schools. I blinked at her slowly and asked only one thing, “But Mother, it’s the middle of term. Won’t it affect my grades?” 
“No, Mikasa. They said they’ll take care of it.” And then she sat next to me and did something she did often when she wanted to tell me something she deemed important; she caressed my hair and tucked it behind my ear. “Listen to me carefully.” I was right. “This is a really good opportunity for you, Mikasa. It is a very prestigious school. And we are so lucky that we have a chance to send you to a school like this,” she hesitated at this, looking somewhat shameful, “with our limited means.” 
Growing up poor makes you understand these sorts of euphemisms well. Limited means, Our station, Within our status; these were just different ways to talk about money and our lack thereof. “Then how will we manage, Mother?” 
She gave me a forced smile. “One of the patrons of the restaurant has arranged it. You will have a full scholarship until you finish your studies.” She patted my head, signaling the end of our conversation. “Pending good grades, of course.” 
My mother never had to worry about that. My grades were always excellent. It was something she’d beaten into me when I got my first grade: A–, on a math test. Turns out I had made a mistake and added two lemons into the basket instead of removing them, and hence arrived at an incorrect total. I made sure to read every question at least twice, ever since then, just to be sure. And if I ever forgot, she was always happy to remind me, ruler in hand. 
“What does that mean then? A prestigious school?” My friend Sasha had asked me when I told her we could no longer eat lunch together every day. That was my comprehension of friendship back then. My life had little in the name of adversity, for a friend to adopt any opposing significance. And I didn’t have much time, with all the extra-curriculars my mother had packed into my schedule, for playdates or any such thing. 
“Mother says it means a lot of important people send their kids there to study.” 
“So does that mean they’re all smart? That would make sense,” Sasha says thoughtfully. “You’re a smart girl, Mikasa.” 
“I’m not sure,” I say honestly. “I do think they’d have much fancier lunches than you or I, though.” 
Sasha pouts at her egg sandwiches. “I’m jealous. Although I love your lunch! Mama Ackerman makes the best stir-fried noodles.”
I passed her the rest of my lunch and gave her a small smile. “She only makes it because she knows you eat more than half of it.” It was true, the cut apples and bananas were meant to make up a significant portion of my lunch.
My uniform arrived the weekend before I was meant to start. It was fancier than my current one. It had a little gold logo, with three ornate circles intersecting with each other. And the fabric was better too, the sweater was actually warm, and the colours were a pleasing cream and white instead of the ugly grey that I wore until last week. 
I stared at my reflection in the mirror as my mother pulled on my hair ungently and combed it back into a braid. My bangs covered my forehead. “Did you memorise the list that I gave you?” She asked. 
“Yes.” 
“It’s important for you to understand who is who. This isn’t like your public school—” 
“I memorised it and went through it twice again this morning.” 
“Okay…” I look up at her. My mother and eye have the same eyes, the same hair and probably the same face shape as when she was about twenty years younger. “I know I’m hard on you,” she says, with considerable discomfort. 
I don’t say anything back. What would be the point of acknowledging this? Yes, I breathe air. Yes, my mother treated me harshly. Felt equivalent. Felt normal. She turns me around me and slicks my flyaways down. “But we need to work hard. People like us don’t get the opportunity to take it easy.” 
As I walked the entire way to school that day— my new school was thirty minutes away by foot, whereas my previous school was just one block away— I thought about what she said. At first, I thought that she meant people like us, people without money, could not afford to take it easy, but when I think back to it, she had a faraway look in her eyes. Perhaps she meant the other thing— the matter of our otherness. 
My mother was from overseas. That’s all she said about it. Nothing more to be said, she’d tell me whenever I dared to press her on the subject. As far as she was concerned, I was from here: a real, proper citizen of Paradis. Born and brought up here, I’d never stepped foot on another land. But it didn’t matter. Paradis didn’t have the best of international relations, and here I am, with the face of an outsider. 
I thought this is what had worried my mother, who had obsessively made me memorize a list of “important people” and their children who apparently attended this school. So I now stare at the tall, iron gates that housed a school that looked more like a castle, replete with towers and a medieval facade, with my head filled with names of people I’d never met before. 
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I didn’t get it at first, but eventually, I understood why my mother made me do it. Apparently “Hi, my name is Mikasa Ackerman,” didn’t really cut it as an introduction around here. There was a lot of “who’s your father?” and “what does your father do?” talk that sounded plain odd to me. I doubt anybody other than Sasha and a couple of other girls, from my previous school, cared to know that my parents owned a small but popular noodle shop in the city centre. But my answers of “Henrik Ackerman,” and “He owns Lemongrass, a noodle shop on 17th Main,” didn’t seem to impress many. So eventually, I just kept my head down and avoided introductions altogether. You didn’t have to speak to anybody if weren’t in anybody’s way. 
It wasn’t always easy though. On one such occasion, I was paired up with Armin Arlert for a history assignment, and as my list of names would remind me, he was the grandson of a very influential ex-Foreign Minister. I stuck my hand out towards him but he didn’t take it. “Mikasa Ackerman, I know,” he says, giving me a small smile, as we head out of class. He saved me the trouble of introduction, but I couldn’t help but wonder what else he knew about me, what else he had heard. 
“My name’s Armin, which you also know, I suppose.” He watches me with his clear blue eyes from across the table. His voice is not fully broken, and he wears his hair in an adorable bowl cut, but as soft as he looked, I could tell there was a hardness within him. It felt comfortable, to be honest. After all, I had a hardness within me too. 
“So,” he said, the next day, when we sat at the library going through a list of potential topics for our paper. “How do you like it at the Academy so far?” 
“It’s nice,” I say automatically. “It’s a wonderful opportunity to be here.” 
“Is it?” I can hear the laughter in his voice. 
“Isn’t it?” 
“I haven’t been anywhere else, so I couldn’t tell you.” 
“The cafeteria is better,” I decide to say, after a moment’s pause. “Than my previous school.” 
He hums and looks back into his notebook. After a few minutes he looks up at me again, “And the people? Are you liking it around here?” 
I’m not sure if he genuinely wants to know, because it was rather obvious that I wasn’t the very social kind. Or perhaps he really doesn’t know, it’s not his business after all. So I tell him, “I’m a bit of a loner, actually.” 
“Amongst this crowd who wouldn’t be.” I raised my eyes at this. Why would a boy like him be a loner, in this school? He had the wealth and the status that, as I had understood after the first four weeks here, would attract anybody into friendship. 
I’d been so absorbed in myself and my desire to stay out of everybody’s way that I hadn’t really noticed anybody else. And when I actually cared to notice, I realised that he was being truthful. Armin didn’t appear to assimilate easily into the crowd of designer brand-wearing, father’s name-touting, genus of Academy students. Instead, he quite often disagreed with them, vocally, sometimes even resulting in skirmishes. 
 One day at lunch— we’d started having lunch together after Armin had shown up on the bench where I ate and said, “figured you wouldn’t mind if another loner joined you,” — he turned up with a swollen cheek and angry tears on his lashes. “Jesus, Armin.” 
“Can you hold up my bangs?” He asks, sounding sulky. “It hurts when my hair keeps touching my cheek.” 
I pull out a bobby pin from my own hair and stick it into his. “We should probably get some ice for you.”
“Already got it.” And he begins to press it onto his cheek, grumbling incoherently. 
“Do you want to tell me what happened?” 
“If that’s your question, no, I do not want to tell you—” 
“Just tell me what happened.” 
He sighs. “It’s nothing new, Mikasa. Just…” 
I take the ice from him and hold it against his cheek. “Some of the guys from the hockey team were asking if we’re dating.” 
“Oh? That’s— well,” I blush slightly, but I’m not sure why. It’s definitely not because of any secret feelings. “I’m not really allowed to date, you know.” 
Armin looks at me like I have two heads. “Well, parents aren’t really going to be out here saying hey, why don’t you go around smooching that other kid over there! Not when you’re fourteen, but kids do it anyway.” He cringes visibly. “Well maybe Ruth’s mother does, but you know what I mean.” 
I look at him like I don’t know what he means. “Wait,” he says slowly. “What do you mean you’re not allowed to date?” 
“I’m not,” I shrug. “My parents have a very clear no-boys policy while I’m in school. Or probably until marriage, but I haven’t really pressed the details to be honest.” 
Armin is gaping at me. “And you have never wanted to…” 
“We’re only fourteen,” I say somewhat defensively. 
“Almost fifteen,” he corrects sharply, and then, blushing, he says “I-I’ve had crushes before.” He is hiding under his long blonde bangs, which I somehow thought was very cute. 
“Really? What’s it like, then? Having a crush.” 
“I can’t believe you’re asking me that.” He looks somewhat mortified. As if the question I asked was not the logical follow-up to his admitting to having crushes on people. 
“I suppose I could ask you who you have a crush on. If that’s what you want.” 
“Mikasa, you’re weird,” he says, cheeks still giving away his embarrassment. At least he didn’t look upset anymore. 
“So does that mean I won’t be getting any answers?” I tease him. 
He takes a deep breath. “Okay. You promise not to judge me or anything?”
“Do you have a crush on a teacher or something?” I grin. I could see that with Armin. His naturally inquisitive nature and excellent grades made them quite fond of him. I’d even heard some of the other students grumbling about how he was a ‘teacher’s pet.’ 
“No! What?” he sputters, “I don’t think we should be making light of the power imbalance in that dynamic—” 
“It’s a crush, Armin, not a relationship. Anyway, if not a teacher, then who is this mysterious crush of yours that you are so hesitant to tell me about?” 
He huffs. “Ok but you have to swear not to tell anyone about it.” 
I roll my eyes. “Pinky promise.” 
“You know that guy in second year? Boris Feulner?” 
I can vaguely recollect such a name on my mother’s list. “Mm-hmm.” 
“We go to swimming lessons together. And I, um—” Armin is positively pink at this point. He is twisting the pink ends of his fingers, there is a pink flush along his neck, and his cheeks have also attained that colour; impressively, his entire body is pink. “Well, let’s just say that I have spent an ungodly amount of time imagining him in his swimsuit when I’m back in my room.” 
I blink at him. And then I burst out laughing. “That’s your way of saying that you find him attractive?” 
“It’s not funny.” 
“No, I guess not,” I say, still laughing. “What’s to judge here? He’s one class higher than us, is he?” 
“No, that’s not it. It’s the fact that, well, that he’s a he. That I find him attractive.” A stupid look crosses his face, and it’s Armin, so stupid looks seldom cross his face. 
“That’s quite last decade of you to be embarrassed about something like that,” I say thoughtlessly. “Isn’t it legal now to be with whoever you want?” 
“My sexuality is not about keeping with the times, Mikasa,” he snaps. Ok, I guess I deserved that. 
“I’m sorry,” I say quickly, “I didn’t mean it like that, Armin.” 
He waves me off impatiently. “Anyway, in case you hadn’t noticed, what is legal isn’t always what is accepted. Here,” he makes a circle to denote this school, “amongst this world, everyone plays by a specific set of rules. What you study, who you date, who you marry, it’s all scripted. Sons take over their father’s businesses, whether it falls into legal or illegal lines, and women frame their fancy diplomas and stand by their husbands at galas and make polite talk, and when it’s time, they pop out a baby or two to do their ‘duty.’”
I listen to him, stunned. “What do you mean… They don’t go to work, after all this?” By all this what I meant, was the ridiculous amount of tuition that was being spent on a school like this. Followed by, no doubt, even more expensive tuition for a college degree they would never use. 
“They don’t need to.” Armin’s voice drops to a hushed murmur. “Half of the kids here belong to Mafia families, the other half mostly politics or business. All of them, every last one, is corrupt.” 
“B-but I thought—” 
“Everyone’s got legitimate businesses to cover up anything shady, so no, nobody is going to introduce themselves as the daughter of an Underground Family.”
He gives me a pitying look, probably at the cluelessness that I can’t hide. “Sheesh, you don’t know anything, do you? Where are you even from?” 
“I told you already,” I say, somewhat irritated, “... we live close to the Oriental Quarter. My Father just owns a restaurant, I know that there’s,” I gesture vaguely, “some sort of mafia, but I don’t really know much more than that. I can’t really tell the difference between the Mafia and the police anyway.” 
“And that’s the real problem with our society,” he mutters angrily. His blue eyes return to mine. “I know that’s what you said, but I thought… Usually, everybody has more of a story here.” 
“No story here,” I say blandly, “Just the daughter of a restaurant owner.” Who is apparently clueless and kept deliberately misinformed. 
It’s not that I didn’t know about the Mafia. In Sina, it’s something you grow up with. You have the government, you have the police, and you have the Mafia, or the Underground, as it’s called here. The truth is, there’s no way to ignore it. When I was old enough to be at the restaurant to help with small chores and odd jobs, my parents drilled it into me: Keep your head down, be polite, give them what they want, and get on with your day. I’d seen Mother and Father do it too, to ‘important customers,’ treating them like God as soon as they stepped into our small joint. Handing envelopes of cash to men with guns hanging off their low-slung jeans, and unruly hair.that  Money that my parents spent their blood, sweat and tears on. That’s who I thought of when I heard ‘Mafia.’ 
When I was younger I almost asked them why they gave away their own hard-earned money to somebody else when it was them who worked for it. Don’t we own the restaurant, Papa? I almost asked him once. But something held me back. Much later, after eavesdropping on an argument between my parents, I learnt that it was “protection.” That these men— who I’d grown to believe were so important— were just enforcers who collected payments from us in turn for their ‘protection’, a heavily jargoned word that people would often mistake for defence against an outsider, but what it really was, was a bribe. A fee extorted from people who had no other choice. I guess I’d always known that the Mafia was a bigger thing, something I couldn’t even comprehend, invisible but everywhere. 
What I had never imagined was that they would exist in a world like this: Shiny and filthy rich, dressing their children in the most expensive linens, while they were up to their arms in blood. Milling companies, Breweries, Textile manufacturers, I saw literally everything on that list and didn’t suspect once that they had anything to do with the Underground. And now they were all around me.
“You’re shaking,” Armin says, softly. “Mikasa, are you okay?” 
I nod, and try to say something, but I can’t find the words. Something has happened to me. I feel choked, my heartbeat has begun to pulse rapidly. My hands are balled into fists on my skirt. “I just—” I suddenly remember the time I’d seen my father with a gun to his temple, his voice shaking as he asked me to leave the room. I remember that when he came home that night, my mother was crying and we ate little more than leftovers that entire week because “business was not that good”. “I—” I remember the time I went to fetch onions from the store because we ran out. When I came back one of the men had his hand on my Mother’s behind as he ordered food and my mother was frozen still. “I hate them,” I manage finally, and my voice is raspy and unlike myself. There are little crescent moons in my palm from where I have dug my fingernails into them. “I hate them,” I say even louder, this time more frantic, “I hate them so much–” 
“Mikasa!” Armin’s hand is heavy on my shoulder and he looks at me alarmed, baby-blue eyes filled with concern. That’s when I realise I was almost screaming. “I know.” He squeezes my hand. “I know. I hate them too.”
It’s been so long since I’ve felt this feeling. Every now and then I feel it, this shaking, violent, urge that spills out of my throat and into a bottle inside of my heart, every time topping up and up and up until now, when the lid shakes and it threatens to spill over. “I feel angry too,” Armin is saying. I don’t hear him fully because the violence inside of me is loud. “It isn’t right. None of this is right.” 
Angry? Somehow that word doesn’t feel right. It doesn’t feel like it’s enough to contain everything that this feeling really is. 
Eventually my vision refocused, and my breathing calmed. Armin was still watching me carefully, his cheek swollen and his lips bitten. “Anyway,” he said tentatively, after he had given me enough time to be in my own head. “Do you want to know the rest of what happened with the hockey boys?” 
“Sorry,” I say, distractedly, “... We veered off.” 
He waves me off again. “I told them we weren’t dating. They didn’t believe me at first. But then one of them said,” he puffs his shoulders up and deepens his voice comically, “She doesn’t date faggots, probably.”
“Armin,” I gasp, shocked. 
“It’s fine, he’s not wrong.” He shuts up my sputtering buts, and grins, looking mighty pleased with himself. “I told him you didn’t date braindead morons like him either.” 
I groan. “And that’s why you got socked?” 
He shrugs. “Well was I wrong?”
Two months into our second year in high school, our class teacher announced that a new student would be joining us. By this time, Armin and I had grown comfortable enough to pick our seats side by side. This school was well funded so we had nice seats, with a little cushion on the chair, and a large enough desk to spread out your things comfortably. There was little space between us, so a mid-volume whisper was sufficient to communicate during class, most times. 
Armin looked disinterested, but I was curious about this new student. It was somebody outside of my list, after all. A few minutes after being told by Miss Langnar to welcome the new kid and help him cover up anything he might have missed, the ‘kid’ in question walked in. It was probably strange to refer to another student, at my grand old age of fifteen, as a ‘kid,’ but it seemed to suit him. He was tall, with dark brown hair that didn’t sit very neatly atop his head, and large green eyes that seemed like a mirror to his soul. Perhaps it was quite a dramatic thing to say about somebody whose name I didn’t even know, but I felt certain of it. For example, I could see now that he was angry. He wasn’t happy to be here, and it shone in the brilliance of his verdant eyes, making even a thing like anger appear to be beautiful. I wondered what it must be like to live in that way, to be so honest whether you wanted to be or not.
I felt a sting of envy at that moment, just as my Mother’s words resounded in my head. “Save your anger, Mikasa,” she’d tell me, after whatever punishment she was ‘forced’ to give me— she was always forced to punish me, you see, she didn’t have a choice, it was the only way I would learn my lesson— “it makes you look ugly.” 
“Eren Jaeger,” he says, his voice clipped, not offering anything more as an introduction.
“Is there anything else you’d like to tell your classmates about yourself, Eren?” Miss Langnar prompted kindly, after the awkward moment of silence. 
“Nope. Not really.” 
She looked taken aback, not having expected that response. “Well, why don’t you take a seat next to Mikasa?” She pointed towards the empty desk to my right. “I’m sure she’ll be willing to show you all the important resources in the school and help you catch up.”
Eren Jaeger looked at me then, his large green eyes came to rest on mine. My breath hitched ever so slightly, and I tugged on my lower lip with my teeth. “Sure, Miss Langnar,” I said, sounding somewhat different than usual. 
He watched me as he walked to his desk, as he slid into his seat. And then, unexpectedly, he gave me a small smile. “Hey,” he said. His eyes were still stormy, a deep annoyance swirling within them, but his gesture let me know that it had nothing to do with me. My teeth dug further into my lower lip, any more and it would have bled. Forcing it loose, I replied, “Hi.” 
He craned his neck and looked past me, and then said, “Armin.” 
Armin lifted a hand and gave him a small smile. 
I looked at Armin, my eyebrows arched. You know him?
Armin wasn’t telepathic of course so I don’t know if he understood my unspoken question, but he just shrugged at me and turned his attention to what the teacher was saying. 
I watched Eren out of the corner of my eye. He sat back in his seat in a sort of slouch. It instinctively made me sit up a little bit straighter; I would have been beaten at home if I ever displayed that sort of posture. Miss Langnar has begun her lesson and Eren looked straight at her, but I can tell it was that sort of vacant look where he was looking but not really seeing. Primarily because she asked us to take out our textbooks and turn to page 53, and Eren hadn’t moved a muscle. 
“I can share with you, if you like,” I whisper, hoping it was loud enough and that I wouldn’t have to repeat myself because, surprisingly, these words had taken considerable effort. 
He blinks at me, somewhat lost, and then looks at my textbook, which I have pushed towards him. “Oh,” he said. And then he pushed his seat closer to mine, making his desk incongruent from the rest of the line of desks, the noise attracting glances from everybody else. I can feel my cheeks heat up. “Thanks.”
I nod, feeling inexplicably shy, for no apparent reason, pushing my book further towards him until it was half on his desk and half on mine. When Miss Langnar is done with what is on this page and it is time to turn the page, my hand brushes his. I jerked my hand back, feeling an electric tingle on the tips of my fingertips. My heart felt as if it was in my mouth. Eren looked at me strangely. “Sorry,” he said, sounding more confused than sorry.
I sank back into my seat feeling a bit foolish. I wasn’t sure why I was behaving this way, and I was even less sure of why I felt this way. Whatever it was that I was feeling, that is. 
A small folded piece of paper falls into my lap. Are you okay? It reads. I turn around to give Armin a reassuring smile, but when he saw me, his blue eyes twinkled with humour, and his mouth curved into a smirk. 
He throws another wad of paper at me. You’re blushing.
I am not. I write back. But as I write it, I can feel my cheeks grow warmer with embarrassment. What was going on with me?
“Armin,” Miss Langnar called. For a second I worried that she had caught on to our secret messaging system, but it turns out she just called him to hand out worksheets, as she always does, always preferring Armin to do these types of things. 
He still has that smirk on his face when he hands us our worksheets, and for some reason, I feel even more embarrassed now, in front of Eren. 
Later, after two more classes of me sharing my textbooks with Eren, our hands touching inadvertently, and me getting slowly better with my reactions, I slip Armin another note. 
The new boy is pretty, don’t you think? 
I watched Armin as he opened it, feeling unbearably hot in anticipation that he was about to read those words. I wished I could reach out and take it back from him. But I already felt like enough of a fool today. He almost bursts out laughing when he reads it and I want to bury myself in the ground. 
I glance at Eren, and he looks utterly bored— and I thought to myself that this person next to me could even make boredom look pretty. Like it was more of a meaningful thing, as if this plane, and all of us mortals who roamed it, weren’t interesting enough to keep his attention. 
Another paper falls in my lap. Mikasa, do you have a CRUSH?? On Eren Jaeger??
I crumple the paper as quickly as I can, casting a furtive glance at my neighbour, who thankfully, seemed blissfully unaware. 
Ignoring what Armin said, I wrote back, He is pretty, though. Don’t you agree? 
Armin rolled his eyes. FINE. Sure. But I can’t believe The great Mikasa Ackerman finally has a crush on somebody!!!!
Despite my embarrassment, I felt a small smile creep onto my face. I folded the paper neatly and put it in my skirt pocket. So that’s what this, I thought to myself. A crush. 
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Good day Han! How are you? Can I request bottom!Hiyori x a Transmasc!Top!Reader? (The reader is using a strap 😉)
Just to throw in; I love the idea of Hiyori being a whore and sleeping with so many men.. (It's a scandal atp for him being such a slut) Do what you will with this headcanon ><
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A well taught lesson
A/N: HI ANON! im doing great, i love the little ideas u have for hiyori!! its so delish~~ i also received ur other reqs so dont worry! enjoy this drabble btw!! it was sort of repeated with my other smut fics but do cut me some slack, im really tired 🥲 maybe ill redo this...
CW/s: bottom!hiyori , transmasc!reader , strap ons , pegging , marking (biting and carving) , blood
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Hiyori's behaviour has been getting out of hand.
Multiple times, Hiyori has been caught sleeping with a different man almost every night. Condoms coated with semen piled in the dorm's dustbin. One step into Hiyori's room is enough to determine what happened that night. Beside lamps were smashed, the bedsheets were sliding off the bed, the pillows were stained with mascara, tears and a bit of blood. Just what type of men Hiyori was bringing over?
A slutty idol was no good look for Eden either. Tens and hundreds of scandals arose with every hook up. Interviewers and paparazzi were fighting for Hiyori's say in this whole affair. Hiyori oddly took pride in the title as Eden's whore. And usually, a small hook up wasn't that harmful. Everyone in Eden has hooked up with different people once, but Hiyori was overdoing it. It could risk his safety. Therefore, you and the other members of Eden had a meeting without Hiyori to discuss this problem.
"Any other ideas?" You asked the boys, your legs crossed while your finger twirled the pen around.
"Hm... Maybe we could help Hiyori find a partner. It could teach him some faithfulness and maybe humble him a little." Nagisa stated, glancing over at Jun who immediately sat up straight.
"D-Don't look at me like that! As much as ohii-san is a great person, I don't like him that way." Jun took Nagisa's glance at him as an insult to which Ibara laughed. You sighed, worrying this meeting might not get any of you anywhere. Your mind raced with ideas to possibly humble Hiyori, but it was just too difficult. None of you would take one for the team to be with him, and he doesn't seem like the type of person to be faithful even after in a steady relationship.
"Someone will probably have to fuck him real good to convince him to stop." Ibara jokingly huffs, followed by laughter from Jun's side.
"At this rate, you're probably right."
You were zoning out to think, but immediately snapped back to reality upon hearing Ibara's joke suggestion. Embarrassment boiled your cheeks as a small pool of warmth erupted in your stomach.
Oh god, Ibara's right...
If nobody will take one for the team... That means I'll have to—
"Hey, producer. You alright?" Ibara tilts his head as the other two turn their attention to you.
"Oh... Yeah, I'm just tired. Let's dismiss this meeting for now."
Your mind races around as you embarrassingly carry the black plastic bag to your room. Locking the door behind you, you throw the bag onto your bed. The contents of the bag were soon revealed as the strap-on dildo laid on your bed with all its glory. It was quite thick and long, hopefully strong enough to teach Hiyori a lesson.
Now the only part was to actually execute the plan, the part you were looking forward to the least. The part where you fuck him.
Your cheeks burn up as you walk towards his room, strap in hand. The others had gone out, leaving you and Hiyori all alone. Soft moans came from the bedroom door as you inched closer. Taking in a deep breath, you swung the door open before yelping.
Hiyori was touching himself, spreading whatever that was left of his own cum all over the tip of his dick. A couple of used condoms scattered around the room, sending shivers down your spine. His chest was coated with semen and his mouth leaked drool. He turned his head towards you, smiling softly.
"Hello producer... ♪ Sorry about the mess... I just had some guys take care of me~" His voice was whiny and erotic, sending more pangs of arousal to your chest. Hiyori's gaze fixates on the long dildo in your hand, his eyes widening in excitement.
"W-Well... That'll be the last time someone that isn't me will be taking care of you." You put on an intimidating look, hoping it didn't seem too forced. Hiyori brings his thumb to his lips, brushing his own fluid against it.
"And what are you going to do, exactly?" He teases, licking his thumb seductively. Something inside you had broken free watching Hiyori beneath you. Maybe taking care of him wasn't going to be so bad. You dropped the dildo on his chest, watching his eyes widen at its length.
"I'm going to fuck you," You huffed while pulling out a small knife from your pocket.
"And I'm going to mark you as mine."
"Oh— Yes! Please, more please!" Hiyori's pornographic moans echoed throughout the entire apartment as your teeth sunk deep into his skin. Several love bites have been left all over his body, almost impossible to cover up. His thigh dripped with a little blood as your initials were marked on it. You did your best to just leave a small cat scratch. As much as Hiyori begged for you to do more, you didn't want to hurt him, or cause any more scandals.
"K-Keep this up and I might... C- Aah!" Your free hand flew to his shaft, stroking it gently as your thumb fiddled with the tip.
"You're going to cum again?" You whispered in his ear, slowing your pace. Hiyori cries out begging for you to move faster, but you did not heed his orders.
"I can't continue unless you promise me something." Now was the perfect time to get him to promise. It'll be a win in every universe; Eden will stop getting into scandals, and you'll get a beautiful whore by your side.
"Promise me you'll devote yourself to me. And only me." With every syllable, your pace gets slower and slower, almost not moving. Hiyori whines, his eyes tearing up from the lack of pleasure.
"I promise, (name)... I promise! Please... I need you..." Hiyori sobs, rolling his hips to get more friction. Three words that were able to throw you off your tipping point. You grab his small waist as you thrust deeply into him.
With every thrust, the grip on his waist tightens enough to leave marks. The pain mixed with pleasure made Hiyori come once more, splattering more semen all over his stomach. You pulled out to admire his asshole sore and swollen from this long session.
Hiyori pants, unable to sit up. He still forces a smile at you, to which you kiss his forehead gently.
"Good boy..." You whispered, hands tangled themselves in his silky green locks. "I hope you'll obey me from now on?"
A choked laugh escaped Hiyori's lips.
"And what if I don't...?"
You sighed, expecting this to happen.
"Nothing will happen. I'll never do this with you again."
"Whaaat! Wait, I was joking! Don't leave meee!~" Hiyori whines once more as you jokingly walk away.
God, he was so adorable. You only hoped that he wouldn't cause that much problems with you by his side.
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