#//reposting this old edit to my new blog

[twistedshipper]

Jo Harvelle + Anna Milton | in the shadow of your heart (au)

The stars, the moon They have all been blown out You've left me in the dark No dawn, no day I'm always in this twilight In the shadow of your heart

[madeinjapan-thailand-blbambeyond]

MADE IN THAILAND

Series: MY STAND-IN

PHURIPAN SAPSANGSAWAT

[Nickname: POOM]

POOMPAT IAM-SAMANG

[Nickname: UP]

[h109zone]

types of boyfriends—headcanons

synposis. yeah, as the title suggests....... your LI as your boyfriend

pairing. multi x reader

words. 3.1k

warning. there will be nsfw content underneath each li so put that to note. mentions of perversions, masturbation, piv, breeding, exhibitionism, manhandling/roughhousing, etc., zayne's aftercare is lowkey awkward but it is intentional, lowkey not sure if they're equal since its mainly word vomit from me lol.

a/n. this is a repost from my old blog—becomingsylus, so don't be alarmed. i have edited some of the headcanons but most are pretty much the same. Keep in mind taht these are written before the new mainstory/last banner, i have made some adjustments tho.

minors do not interact. re-read the warnings before reading, as after clicking “keep reading”, i am not responsible for the media you consume.

Xavier

He's the type of boyfriend who would wrap his arms around your waist whenever you two cook. He would leave kisses on your neck as you stirred. He would attempt to pull away to try and help, only for you to quickly grasp his arm and maintain it there.

“No, no, it’s fine! Your arms are the best help and support I need,” you spoke, masking a panicked tone that he overlooked, as he just smiled and giggled through his breath while returning to his position.

He's the type of boyfriend who would randomly push you into the mattress so he could lie on top of you and sleep.

"You're comfortable... I love sleeping with you" he would mutter as he nuzzles his head on to your neck

He's the type of boyfriend who would encourage you to eat, especially if you haven't been eating, and would even share his food with you if he knew that you haven't eaten

Alternatively, he's the type of boyfriend who would also be the type to finish your food if you can't finish it.

He's the type of boyfriend who listens to you vent and wouldn't give you advice unless you ask him to.

He's the type of boyfriend who would be willing to play any game (board or video games), even if he’s clueless and has never heard of it.

He’s the type of boyfriend who would make up a language only you two would understand.

nsfw

He's the type of boyfriend who lets out breathy moans with a hint of whimpers rather than erupting loud, guttural groans.

“haa~ fuck, you feel so good…”

He's the type of boyfriend who loves to test your flexibility and push your legs up your shoulders, even if you can’t push through it, he’ll find a way to hit the sweet spot. And obvi would stop if you feel uncomfy

He's the type of boyfriend who gets off on you making him jealous/angry. Flirt with any guy or girl, and he will LOSE it, and you both thrive from it.

He's the type of boyfriend who sends you teasing photos when you're away and then pretends like nothing's happened—obviously to rile you up.

xavi baby: *image*

xavi baby: the skies today is beautiful, don’t you think? :)

you: holy fuck xavier DON’T PLAY WITH ME !

He's the type of boyfriend who simply enjoys making his beautiful, gorgeous partner scream. Definitely not to give a certain neighbor that rhymes with parsley a taste of something he can never have, not at all.

He's the type of boyfriend who enjoys eating you out like you’re a meal. His tongue sends you signals to your body that causes you to shake as he skillfully twirls around your clit, making you whimper.

He's the type of boyfriend who would love to fuck you under the stars. the whole concept of you two lying on the picnic blanket at a secluded park, far from any light pollution, where he slowly inserts himself between your gummy wet walls, sighing in pleasure and intertwining each other underneath the stars, turns him the fuck on.

He's the type of boyfriend who would love to try somnophilia, either giving or receiving. Nothing like a wake-me-up head couldn't fix.

He’s the type of boyfriend who always checks on you after you're done and looks after you. he would kiss any bruises he inflicted on you.

"i didn't hurt you too much, right? was i too rough? did you like it?"

Rafayel

He's the type of boyfriend who bullies you. Obviously not in a way where he’s hurting you, but in an affectionately teasing way, and almost always follows it with loving words. He always catches you off guard, but he never does anything to hurt your feelings. If he says something out of line, he'll instantly apologize.

“god, you talk too much…” he abruptly says, interrupting your speech about a fuck up that happened at work, making you narrow your eyes as he endearingly smiles. He then pulls you into his embrace, “i fucking love it so much, please keep talking…”

He's the type of boyfriend to use you as a muse. You are a source of his art, and he has multiple portraits of you that he either sketched or painted. He never releases them as they are a part of his private collection.

“You are a beauty that mother nature tries to emulate but can never achieve”

He's the type of boyfriend to play-fight with you. Once again, he never does anything to hurt you physically or emotionally, but he loves bantering with you.

He's the type of boyfriend that you can trust with his taste in fashion. He could give you a whole color analysis if you let him.

"No, I think this color suits you well, it brightens up your pretty eyes and accentuates your aura and illuminates it."

He's the type of boyfriend who would keep the artwork that you draw for him, even if it's a badly drawn piece, he'll hang it up somewhere. He's typically critical, but your squiggly lines are worth than any contemporary art that exists.

nsfw

He's the type of boyfriend who enjoys public sex. If he could strip you down in front of everyone, he definitely would. He definitely has fantasies on taking you away from his exhibitions and just fuck you while everyone observes his art

“This is the only art piece I can have for myself,” he whispers against your sensitive skin as he fingers you, collecting your honey on his digits.

"Rafayel~ someone might walk in—" you whispered through breathy moans, only to be silenced by Rafayel's lips onto yours, silently telling you about his lack of care. It is his exhibition, not theirs.

He's the type of boyfriend who, similar to the sweet and innocent art pieces, has collections of art pieces where you’re nude in them. Some art pieces are hyper-realistic fantasies of positions he wants to see you in.

Furthermore, he's the type of boyfriend who definitely got off to pictures and drawings of you. he would never show it to you, but there are definitely sketches that have suspicious stains around the paper.

He's the type of boyfriend who LOVES when you ride him. The sight of him underneath you while he gets to see the sight of your breasts bounce at the pace of your desires is equivalent to heaven to him.

He's the type of boyfriend who enjoys you marking him over him marking you.

He’s the type of boyfriend who would prepare you a romantic bath as aftercare (totally not a lead-up to another round... but that is only if you're down, of course)

Zayne

He's the type of boyfriend who takes extra care of you when you’re sick. He’ll get you ready with a prescription and give you the appointment in a short span of time (he mostly appoints himself as your doctor, of course, but sometimes emergency happens so he can’t always be there. Does it infringe the doctor-patient code? yes, but neither he or his coworkers care). He’ll also cook you home-cooked warm meals for you to indulge in while you’re under the weather.

“i made you some hot porridge for you to warm up. i also set your medication and more water next to you. if you ever needed anything else, just call out for me, okay, honey?”

He's the type of boyfriend who may not showcase it but is hands down obsessed with you. he wouldn’t even notice, but he would mention you subtly to Yvonne and Greyson, only for the two of them to tease him for it.

He's the type of boyfriend who makes up any excuse to get you out of the house and come to his office. He may say he's not clingy but his actions say otherwise

“(y/n), are you coming today for your appointment?” Zayne’s voice echoing from your phone caused you to furrow your brow in confusion.

“Appointment? i never set an appointment…”

“Well, I just made one for you and i want you to pass by my office.”

“But I already did my routine check-up.”

“Well, I think there is missing data, and I need you to fill—“

“Zayne, just say you want to see me…”

“… just come by my office”

He's the type of boyfriend who’s way to his heart is to give him sweets. he could scold you about being careless about your health, but sneak in a chocolate bar, and there he turns into a snicker’s slogan “you’re not you when you’re hungry” and completely takes back everything he says

He's the type of boyfriend who lets you pick his outfits at outings. He obviously doesn’t always rely on you like a child would, but he loves to hear your input when it comes to appearance since he can get a bit careless about his image due to his hectic job.

nsfw

He's the type of boyfriend who begins to mumble whenever he reaches his peak, becoming an incoherent, blabbering mess. He conceals his breathy whimpers that overtime gets more evident and you find this side of your boyfriend super endearing.

He's the type of boyfriend who enjoys any position where he’s seated. he enjoys the sight of you rutting and bouncing against him. Couch, rocking chair, office chair, you name it, he’s sat and ready for you to have him for a ride.

He's the type of boyfriend who enjoys marking you over him.

He's the type of boyfriend whose glasses fog up whenever you two simply get into a heated make-out. Whenever he tries to remove it, you always push his hand away to keep it.

“Let me remove—“ he mutters in frustration while he attempts to remove his glasses, only for you to pin his hand back.

“NO! keep it on... please...”

He’s the type of boyfriend who would fuck you in his office whenever he’s pent up.

His hands grip your hips as he thrusts himself in and out of your sopping hole. You were certain that you’d stained his wooden desk, but at this moment, neither of you cared about the soiled furniture or coat that Zayne still had on; he finally let himself go.

“I’m gonna come inside you… Is that okay?”

he’s the type of boyfriend who gives you extensive aftercare—by extensive, it mainly compiles of both affectionate care and medical care.

"Is there anything you need? Here are your water and I'll have the bath ready, yeah?" he caresses and pecks your cheeks before he goes to the bathroom. And as the water's running, his head pops up as he utters,

"don't forget to pee also... utis aren't fun."

Sylus

He's the type of boyfriend who loves to compare hand sizes with you. He’s obsessed with how your hands shrink whenever he’s holding your hand. He has an undiagnosed cute aggression, so sometimes he'd pull your hand and start biting it.

He’s the type of boyfriend who believes in the whole “my money is your money and your money is your money” concept. He’s rich and doesn’t have many people he can spend on, so he might as well spoil his kitten every single time she asks for something.

He’s the type of boyfriend who’s a closeted hopeless romantic when it comes to you. he never showcases it to anyone, but he always envisions a whole future with you in it, including family.

He’s the type of boyfriend who’s never afraid of showing you off. If it weren't for your job, he would've said, "To hell with privacy." He wants the whole world to know who his partner is and isn't shy.

He’s the type of boyfriend who would match outfits with you. He'll be willing to wear any color just for you, even the colors he isn't sure.

"Are you sure you want me to wear this?" Sylus looks down with a blank face as he looks at his attire. His usual reds and blacks were not in sight, and instead, a pearlescent with glimmering body chain outfit adorned his body, clearly putting him out of his comfort zone yet accentuating his body in an angelic, almost elysian way.

You giggled as you excitedly hopped, "Sylus, you look so good, you should wear bright colors more often!"

That comment raised his brows in intrigue, whilst his ears began to turn a deeper red.

"... I'll think about it."

He’s the type of boyfriend who would kill anyone just for you. He said it once, his love knows no bounds, and he's willing to eradicate a whole planet to prove his everlasting and intense adoration towards you.

He's the type of boyfriend who would hold you after a jumpscare from a horror movie. His signature lip curl appears as soon as he sees you nuzzling onto his well-built chest, eyes filled with endearment.

nsfw

He’s the type of boyfriend who loves it when you test his dominance and attempt to put him into submission. He always plays along with you, but you know who always gives the order.

"Remember, kitten... I also bite back."

He’s the type of boyfriend who loves giving you marks on your body. He also allows you to mark him and is shameless about it. Luke and Kieran would pretend like they didn't see the hickey that sat on the side of his neck.

He’s the type of boyfriend who has a serious size kink. No matter what body type, he's almost always bigger than you, and he's obsessed with that.

"Look at you... so tiny underneath me, fuck, I don't how I would use you without breaking you." He chuckled as he breathed in your bare skin, taking in your sinful scent.

He’s the type of boyfriend who, despite his rugged and intimidating appearance, is actually a gentle lover and always goes with a certain pace that YOU desire.

He’s the type of boyfriend who gets off to your lingerie photos that you would teasingly send while he is away.

you: *image*

you: have fun at the meeting <33

sy <3: my my kitten...

sy <3: i see you're getting bolder by the day

sy <3: you'll pay when i get back.

He's the type of boyfriend who broke the bed once, and he reassured you that he can buy a whole new house, a bed is practically nothing.

He’s the type of boyfriend who will carry you to the bathroom to freshen up and walks like he hasn't just fucked you sideways, forward and backwards.

He’s the type of boyfriend who's the type to treats you like a princess inside and outside the bedroom.

Caleb

He’s the type of boyfriend to carry you and sit you by the counter as he cooks. You would teasingly call it a dinner and a show, and his ego and boner shoot through the roof.

He’s the type of boyfriend who would, with not only through gifts, but also send you memes and funny videos and tell you, "I thought of you <3"

He’s the type of boyfriend who would tell you out-of-pocket comments just to make you laugh. He does it purposefully most of the time, but others are simply shower thoughts.

He looks at a hotel from the ground view and you try to follow his line of gaze.

"Babe, what are you looking at?" you ask, trying to find what he's looking at.

"Do you think that there are couples who are raw dogging right now in this building?"

"CALEB WHAT THE ACTUAL FUC—"

Like Xavier, he’s also the type of boyfriend who would make up a language only you two would understand. He two would also have a secret handshake with you

He’s the type of boyfriend who would watch trashy TV shows with you. He doesn't get the appeal at first, but later starts to get hooked on it, and you two would start to debrief after the episode ends.

He’s the type of boyfriend who would use you as weights at the gym. he would tell you to lie on his back as he does push-ups.

He’s the type of boyfriend who would scold you if he knew you skipped meals. he doesn't care what's the excuse, unless you were having surgery or fasting for health or spiritual reasons, he'll tell you off for skipping.

He’s the type of boyfriend who would make himself lose a game just to make you win and feel good. he’s addicted to making you smile and he’ll be damned if he ever made that smile disappear

He's the type of boyfriend who would play around with your ripped jeans and insert his fingers in the holes (totally not making fingering motions)

nsfw

He’s the type of boyfriend to manhandle you. He gotta put his strength to use on you, and sometimes his evol does the job even better.

He’s the type of boyfriend to be very handsy when he's horny. he grips your hips and ass whenever he wants you bad and he isn't shy about it.

He’s the type of boyfriend who would put his colonel cap on you as you ride him out. He looks from below as you rut against him, his hands cupping and groping your breasts.

"How cute," he breathed out through his moans while his cap fell down your eyes. he pushed far up to see your eyes that were rolled back.

"Much better..."

He's the type of boyfriend who loves it when you get touchy whenever he's in a uniform. He knows you're obsessed with him in his uniform, so he might as well indulge.

He's the type of boyfriend to be mercilessly fast with his fingers. Those nimble fingers are not only talented with guns, but also at making you writhe in peak pleasure as your juices flow out in waterfall forms.

He's the type of boyfriend who enjoys hair pulling, both giving and receiving ends. The receiving end was an accident after an intense make-out session, in which you accidentally tugged his hair back, resulting in the most beautiful whimper your ears have heard.

he's the type of boyfriend who enjoys overstimulating you to the point you start babbling gibberish. he loves the sight of your mind breaking and your body trembling underneath him

"huh? what? you want more? who am i to deprive that from my sweet girl, huh?" he utters with a smirk as he proceeds on thrusting you in and out in a vigorous pace.

He's the type of boyfriend who kisses you gently and praises you afterwards before he massages your body lightly to ease any soreness.

"you did so good, baby... you're amazing" he coos as he leaves chaste kisses around your skin as he rubs your sore leg.

ⓒ 2025 all works done by H109zone do not repost, translate, modify, or plagiarize my work.

[marvelouslizzie]

Same Lonely Night

summary: Your roommate Bucky Barnes hears you pleasure yourself and moan something he never thought he would be into. That forces him to face his feelings for you.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

word count: 2.6K

warnings: 18+, masturbation, fantasies, daddy kink, no mention of y/n

A/N: This is the second part of A Lonely Night. This time we are seeing Bucky's POV and what comes next. You don't have to read that part to understand what's going on but if you want to, you can find it on my blog/masterlist. I planned this as a 3-part story and I hope I'll maintain my inspiration and motivation to write the last part. Wish me luck!

Thank you so much @notafunkiller for beta-reading and editing. You are the best!

All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.

Read more tag starts after the second paragraph of the story.

Bucky’s head is resting on the shower wall while the water is running down. His flesh hand is still wrapped around his cock, but he doesn’t move it. Taking a couple of deep breaths, he’s trying to calm himself down. 

He really had no intention to listen to you. He was just watching the news mindlessly, but his enhanced hearing turned into a curse the moment he heard you taking a sharp breath. He couldn’t help but focus on the noises you made. That’s when he started to hear the way you were touching yourself. Every stroke, every rub, every muffled moan… 

He knew what you were doing was private and he had no right listening to it, but he couldn’t stop. He just couldn’t. How could he? You were so needy and subby. Even in your fantasy, you were begging. He wondered what you were imagining. Who were you begging? Your crush? Maybe you have been seeing someone.

That thought had never occurred to him before. You were always in your element, working, chilling at home, doing whatever you enjoyed in your spare time, and occasionally going out with your friends. You never brought someone home. Not yet at least. So he never questioned if you were seeing someone or not. Even if there was someone, he wouldn’t know, and that thought suddenly hurts him.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck.” Your moans bring him back to reality. If you are seeing someone why are you so needy? Are you just that greedy or has it been that long? He’s certainly hoping for the latter. That’s something he can relate to, and it's probably been much longer for him. That’s why he can’t stop listening. That’s why his cock is painfully hard. Normally he would just remove himself from the house, and give you some space instead of creeping like this.

“Oh please, fuck me.” He would do anything to be able to do that. Anything. Just to be in that room with you, taking his time exploring your body and satisfying your needs. Even just the thought of it drives him crazy. “Fuck me, daddy, please.” 

That surprises him on so many levels. He never thought you would be into that. You look pretty innocent. He wouldn’t assume you would have such dirty fantasies. Fucking an old man… Are you into older men or is it just a little fantasy you are playing? Maybe you are seeing someone old. Maybe that’s why your mind goes there. He doesn’t know. He has no idea what’s going on in your private life, and every word that comes out of your mouth confuses him even more. It creates more problems, but the biggest one is, when he heard daddy, his dick twitched with excitement. So it makes him question himself, too. Is he into younger women or is it because you were the one saying it? The latter somehow seems more likely. Yet all of that doesn’t change the fact that he’s listening to you and getting hard just because of it. 

“Yes, yes, yes. Right there.” He hears how your head falls onto the pillow while your whole body is shaking, and how much you are enjoying it. He knows this is his cue. He should just remove himself from the living room so he won’t get caught with a hard-on. He doesn’t miss a beat. Quickly, he turns the TV off and runs to the bathroom. 

That’s how he ended up here, head pressed against the cold shower tiles, thinking about the way you said daddy over and over again. He is trying really hard not to give in, but his cock is aching with need. A part of him thinks he should just give in. It’s not such a big deal. Everyone masturbates. You just did. Three fucking times! That thought makes him groan. If you can come three times just by masturbating,how many times could he make you come? 

So it’s not even a conscious decision when he starts to stroke himself when he starts thinking about making you come. He can’t stop himself from imagining how you would look under him or on top of him. It doesn’t matter which position. He just wants to feel you. Your moans are echoing in his head while he caresses the top of cock. Just one stroke and it makes him tremble. He can’t remember the last time he felt this turned on. He can’t remember the last time his whole body heated up like this, just at the thought of someone. But you aren’t just anybody. You are you.

Maybe it’s because it has been ages since he had sex. Perhaps it’s because of his growing crush on you. He tried to control those feelings, thinking he was too old for you. He thought you would never look in his direction. Why would you? You are intelligent, beautiful and so cute. Like all these qualities aren’t enough, you are always so thoughtful. You always ask if he wants your leftovers, or if he needs help with anything. He knows he wakes you up at night sometimes. His nightmares are loud, but you never complained. Not once. You always let him watch the news even though you would rather watch something else. You even lent some books to him. They were in such good condition he couldn't believe his eyes. It was like reading a brand-new book. So yeah, he really tried to act like it was nothing but a silly crush, but after hearing the way you moan daddy he can’t stop himself anymore. It was as if you awakened something inside him.

He doesn’t know what to do. Should he take his time or just get over with it? He keeps his fingers loose, stroking himself up and down slowly while his head still rests on the tiles. Even with minimal effort, it feels so good. He gently cups his balls, massaging them and imagining you are the one doing it. You are the one touching the most intimate parts of his body. You are the one ready to satisfy his growing need.

“Oh fuck.” A moan escapes his lips. The shower is running and you don’t have a super hearing like him, so he knows he’s safe. Still, it feels like it’s something he shouldn’t be doing. He shouldn’t be touching himself. He shouldn’t be moaning like this, yet you are so beautiful and needy… He already wanted you before hearing how you sound in bed, but now he wants you even more. He wants to be the one to bring you pleasure. He wants to be the one that satisfies all your needs so much that you would never need to touch yourself. Unless it’s to tease him.

He’s feeling guilty. So fucking guilty, but there’s no way he could stop now. Imagining you does something to him. There’s this primal need in his abdomen, building up.

His fingers tighten around his cock, moving faster than before, and he presses his lips together, trying not to make a sound. He keeps rubbing on that one sensitive part of his cock and finally, he starts coming with a choke. He keeps stroking himself, thinking it will be over soon, but it doesn’t end. There’s so much come that it surprises him. His hands continue pumping and his come paints the bathroom tiles immediately. He takes a deep breath when he’s done, trying to collect himself.

It feels like his head is spinning. He had been masturbating for quite some time, but he doesn’t remember the last time it felt this good. He opens his eyes, trying to ground himself, and all that shame he feels comes rushing in while looking at the mess he made. He groans loudly and then reaches for the showerhead. It doesn’t take long for him to clean the shower and then himself with the thought of you is still on the back of his mind. He is soaping himself, scrubbing, and then rinsing while trying to convince himself that it isn’t a big deal. It’s just masturbation. It’s normal.

Of course, he knows how normal it is. It’s like breathing, eating, or drinking water. His body needs it so he gave in, but listening to you and touching himself while thinking about you… That’s where he crossed the line. He knows it, yet he can’t bring himself to wish he never heard you. He might be a creep or a pervert, it doesn’t matter. Your voice, the way you sound while coming, and the way you touch yourself are stacked in his memory forever. It’s something no one can take away from him.

Sighing, he steps out of the shower. Drying himself doesn’t take too long. When he steps into the living room, all that welcomes him is silence. You are still in your bedroom, God knows doing what. The TV is off, and nothing seems to have moved since he ran to the bathroom. So he’s safe. You haven’t heard or suspected anything.

Quietly, he goes back to his room, finds something to put on and just looks in the mirror. Is he really too old for you or is that all in his mind? He doesn’t look older than 35, but that doesn’t change when he was born.

What if you are into that, though? What if you really like older guys? That would change everything, wouldn’t it? You would like that he’s older than you. Maybe you would even call him daddy, just like you did in your fantasy. That thought makes the blood rush back to his cock, making him feel the arousal running through his veins once again. Like he didn’t masturbate in the shower a couple of minutes ago. 

He knows his anatomy by now. He knows he’s able to get hard again pretty quickly thanks to the super soldier serum, but he hasn’t been this horny for a long time. Especially not because of the thought of someone, but the thought of you calling him daddy… 

Jesus… It makes him so hard!

Sighing, he drops his whole weight on the bed and closes his eyes, fighting the urge to touch himself again. It’s for the best if he stops thinking about you and focuses on something else, isn’t it? He tries to think of something, anything that could take his mind off of you, but nothing, absolutely nothing is more interesting. Nothing he tries to focus on lasts. His mind goes running back to you, imagining how you would look the moment he would push himself inside you. How your mouth would open, how you would throw your head back, and how wonderful it would feel.

That thought does it. It breaks his resistance. All the effort he put into not touching himself again goes out of the window, especially once he imagines you saying “Harder, please, daddy, I need it harder.” His hand goes under his boxers, slowly toying with his cock. It feels like he didn’t touch himself today, and the need is even stronger now. After a couple of strokes, he realizes he can’t move his hand properly like this, so he pushes down his shorts and boxers at the same, creating some space for movement. 

He looks down at his cock, already oozing with precum. His flesh hand moves on top of the head and smears it all the way down, making it easier for him to play with himself. He sets a steady rhythm, testing what feels right, but his precum isn’t enough to make it enjoyable. That’s when he reaches for his nightstand and takes out the bottle of lube. His metal hand works fast, opening the bottle and putting a generous amount on hisnhand, before he puts it back and starts to touch himself. 

Now it feels much better. His hand works seamlessly from the top to the bottom, repeating the same movement a couple of times. He tries to get lost in his fantasies but something feels off. He isn’t sure what it is because what he’s doing is enjoyable. Something is not enough. Maybe he should work faster. So that’s what he tries. His hand starts to move faster on his cock, but that’s not helping. 

He’s pretty sure this is what his body wants especially because he’s still rock hard. Should he be more gentle and take his sweet time? That doesn’t seem to work, either. Does he need a tighter grip? Maybe, but he can’t do more with his flesh hand. He glances at his metal hand for the first time since he started. He never used it to pleasure himself before. The flesh looked and seemed more appealing than metal, yet right now it’s not enough.

There’s a first time for everything.

He reaches for the lube once again. This time he uses his flesh hand and pours some on his metal one as he tries to convince himself that this is not a bad idea.

He goes right back into touching himself, just with his metal hand this time. It feels different, really different, and surprisingly okay. It doesn’t feel as warm. The texture is completely different yet it somehow works. His fingers start to work faster, his thumb brushing over the head and, thanks to the lube, it starts to feel much better than he ever expected. His reluctance slowly fades away and he decides to test how fast he can move his metal hand and how much his cock can actually take it. As he paces up, pleasure starts to build so unexpectedly. He takes a deep breath but keeps moving his hand. His head is now thrown back while with the flesh hand, he cups his balls, gently massaging them.

“Oh god…”

He doesn’t realize that he's just said that out loud. He just keeps working on himself, letting his whole body relax under that pleasure. He really didn’t intend to focus on you this time, but here you are again, in his mind. The image of you on top of him… You with all your charm and cuteness, touching him, making him feel this good while he takes your nipples into his mouth and sucks them until you can’t take it anymore. It drives you crazy, so you beg him to fuck you. Just like you begged while touching yourself.

“Please, please, please… I really need it, please…”

He can hear it so clearly like you are here and really begging him. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do to make that really happen.

“Anything you want, doll.”

His fingers move like they have a mind of their own. He knows he should slow down a little, make this one last a bit longer because it feels amazing, but his metal hand isn’t listening to him.

“Oh fuck, fuck.” 

He knows he’s about to come. He can feel it. It’s right there, just a few strokes away. He loses his damn mind imagining you under him, split open, and getting railed by him. God, that would feel so fucking good! You looking at him with those big beautiful eyes and begging him for more… Then your name slips out of his lips like it’s the most natural thing to say at that moment. 

Right when he’s about to come, a loud noise comes from the living room. Like something has just got shattered into pieces. His eyes fly open. He grabs his shorts and puts them on quickly, tucking his freaking erection away, and opens his door to see you standing there with an oversized T-shirt on. The glass you were probably holding is on the ground, but you don’t seem to care about that. You are looking at him with wide eyes and an open mouth.

Shit! She heard me.

[piecesintoplaces]

As a thank you for so many new followers, here's a brand new edition of my editing resources masterposts ✨ (you can find the previous editions here). Make sure you like or reblog the posts below if they’re from other blogs to support their creators! A friendly reminder that some of these are free for personal use only, so be sure to read the information attached to each resource to verify how they can be used.

Textures & Things:

Collage Kits from @cruellesummer that I find myself using basically every single day

Taylor Swift Wax Seals from @breakbleheavens that I also use literally every day

Rookie Magazine Collage Kits (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10)

Scribble Textures & Cross-Outs (1, 2, 3)

GIF Overlays (1, 2, 3)

Film Grain & Noise Textures (1, 2, 3)

Paper Textures (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8)

PNG Overlays (Paper, Flowers, Clouds, Stickers, Lips, Vintage Paper, Misc. Symbols)

Halftone, Scan Line, & VHS Noise Textures (1, 2, 3, 4)

VHS Tape Textures by @cellphonehippie

Misc. Texture Packs (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8)

Photoshop Effects (Halftone Text Effect, Chrome Effect, Glitch Effect, Ink Edge Effect, Photo Morph Effect)

Fonts:

Badass Fonts (free fonts designed by womxn 🤍)

Open Foundry Fonts

Free Faces

Uncut Free Typefaces

Some Google Fonts I Like: Instrument Serif, DM Sans, EB Garamond, Forum, Pirata One, Imbue, Amarante

Some Adobe Fonts I Like: New Spirit, Ambroise, Filmotype Yukon, Typeka, Big Caslon CC (TTPD Font!)

Some Pangram Pangram Fonts I Like: Editorial Old, Neue World Collection, Eiko, PP Playground

Fonts In The Wild (font-finding resource)

Tutorials & Resources:

Comprehensive Rotoscoping Tutorial (Photoshop + After Effects, great for beginners!) by @antoniosvivaldi

Rotoscoping & Masking Tutorial (After Effects) by @usergif

Texture Tutorial for GIFs by @antoniosvivaldi

Color Control PSD by @evansyhelp (to enhance, isolate, or lighten specific colors)

Cardigan Music Video PSD by @felicitysmoak

Picspam Tutorial by @kvtnisseverdeen

Moving GIF Overlay Tutorial by @rhaenyratargaryns

GIF Overlay Tutorial (+ downloadable overlays!) by @idsb

Icon & Header Tutorial by @breakbleheavens

GIF Blending Tutorial by @jakeperalta

Split GIF Tutorial by @mithrandirl

Guide to Coloring Yellow-Tinted Shots by @ajusnice

Slow Motion After Effects Tutorial (useful for GIFs!)

Gradient Map Tutorial by me!

Misc:

How to Make Your Own Textures by @sweettasteofbitter

How to Report Tumblr Reposts of Your Work by @fatenumberfor

Tips for Accessible Typography

[twistedshipper]

drink my dreams and sell my soul, i'm deranged for rock + roll

[thoughtfulfiction]

Social Media QB

Author’s note: reposting my old work on this side blog! Let me know if you’d like to read a specific one. Thank you for reading!

The reputation of the Chargers social media team was unmatched. They are known for being funny and up to date on all memes and pop culture references while also showcasing players’ personalities. That alone made you apply and this past year on the job had really been a once in a lifetime experience. Working with Megan and the crew was a daily adventure and you were becoming more and more comfortable calling the guys your friends. It even got to a point where you didn’t even call them by their names anymore.

Quentin was usually just “Q.” JK was always “J’Kaylin”, Derwin was “3” and your favorite nickname was definitely calling Justin “Sunshine.” At first it was a Remember the Titans reference but it became a lifestyle. Everything and everyone revolves around the sun and that’s exactly what it felt like when you were at work. All of the players were important and special but you could just feel the energy in the room shift when Justin was there. It was palpable, it almost took your breath away sometimes.

Off camera he was goofy, funny and had this uncanny ability to make the world stand still for a bit, even just for a few fleeting moments where it felt like you two were the only ones in the room. But then reality would hit and you were reminded that you work for the team and he’d never see you in that way, he was just nice to everyone he encountered. But on camera? It was all fun and games. There was a running joke, mostly based on his real feelings, that Justin hated cameras. He couldn’t stand being the center of attention or having people perceive him so he avoided the social media team altogether when phones were pointed in his direction. 

But sometimes, a rarity, you were able to get him on camera, even if it was just for a split second. The two of you reviewed the questions he was going to be asked before their Hot Ones appearance and there was ALWAYS a discussion, more like subtle begging if you all were going to have him participate in any content.

“We need Justin for this new segment we’re doing, so you’re gonna have to talk to him.” Megan sighs, grabbing her Stanley cup that was sitting on the counter. She’d just finished editing a video where she and her assistant put fart spray on the tiny mic and could still smell the rancid scent until she grabbed some Lysol spray to de-funk the place.

You were going through photos taken during practice earlier that morning and deciding which ones to post and without looking up you asked her, “why do I have to do it?”

Lorren and Allie giggle in the corner, shaking their heads. “You cannot be serious right now y/n,” Lorren gives you a pointed look.

“What?”

“We all know you and Justin have a thing for each other. Even if you won’t admit to us…or yourself. It’s pretty obvious.”

You finally raise your head up from your laptop, staring at them while also wracking your brain trying to figure out when your innocent crush had become so painfully obvious. If the girls knew, then Justin had probably somehow caught on and the thought of that made you want to dig a hole right outside on the practice field and never come out. “Is—am I that easy to read?”

“No one blames you,” Megan runs a loving hand on your shoulder. “And I’m sure you’ve been trying so hard to hide your feelings that you haven’t noticed that he’s doing an even worse job of hiding his massive crush on you.”

The look on your face sends the room into a fit of laughter. “We’re being serious. The way he looks at you and acts around you. Anyone can see he’s into you friend.”

You weren’t convinced, “I need an example.”

“Okay fine,” Lorren stands up to prepare a demonstration. “He wasn’t ready to put the mics on when he was mic’d up until you walked over and helped him get the mic in the perfect spot in his pads. And then he wore the friendship bracelet for six weeks because you handed it to him.”

Allie pipes up to put in her two cents. “And let’s not forget when he had you driving him around the golf tournament and kicked Zion to the curb. There’s no way all of those are just a coincidence.”

“Fine. I’ll go ask him if he’ll shoot the video for us but I’m not going to lose my job because of a meaningless crush on the starting quarterback.”

You waited around for the guys to leave treatment after practice and caught up with him on his way out. “Hey Sunshine, quick question for you.”

His cheeks turn a light shade of pink and he gives you a small tight-lipped smile. “What’s up?”

“I need you to do me a huge favor and be in this tik tok. It’s a short game and it’ll only take like 15 minutes.”

His deadpan face and disappointed dad sigh has you practically begging, saying “please” in your finest sing-song tone.

“Fine, I’ll do it.” You knew he’d crack, he always did. “On one condition. You also have to participate.”

You hold your hand out and he engulfs it with his much larger one. “You’ve got yourself a deal Herbert.”

“Okay the rules of the game are simple,” Megan begins from behind her phone screen before hitting record, “we’re going to give you these Canadian snacks and you’ll rate them on a scale from 1 to 10. One being it’s awful I’ll never touch that again and 10 being a solid snack that you’d eat everyday if given the opportunity.”

You and Justin nod, diving in on everything from the ketchup chips to the toffee. The video didn’t take long as promised and the quarterback went about the rest of his day with no further distractions.

In your office a few days later on the team’s off day, you were contemplating your life. Maybe you should take a step back from him so people don't get the wrong idea. Sure, your coworkers were convinced the crush was mutual but what if he was just being nice? He was always so focused on football and making the most out of every opportunity. Why in the world would he waste time flirting with a social media manager? It just made no sense. Instead of continuing to run a million imaginary scenarios in your mind you packed up your stuff and tried heading out to the parking lot. Even after all this time you still struggled to maneuver all the twists and turns of the building and somehow found yourself walking past the quarterback room. You intended to just keep walking but he was in there alone and called out your name when he saw you.

“What are you doing here? I didn’t think anyone would be in the building today.” His bright eyes staring down at you made your heart feel like it was beating out of your chest. You desperately needed to get it together.

“I came in to finish up a few things but I’m heading out now. What are you doing? I think you’ve watched enough film to last you a couple lifetimes.” That gets a light chuckle out of him and he shakes his head, the two of you knowing that his quest for perfection would never allow him to believe he’s watched enough film. “Thank you for shooting that video the other day. The fans are gonna love it, they’re always begging us to get you on camera.”

“No problem, anything for you.” He clears his throat after whispering the last part, desperately hoping that you didn’t hear it. Even though you definitely did. You should go home for the day and leave him alone in the office so he can get back to work. You should stop staring at his lips that look so soft and just begging to be kissed. He should turn around and get back to the playbook and the computer but here he is, standing still, right in front of you.

You’re just there, waiting for someone to rip the carpet out from under you, to fall on your face, for someone to tell you that this isn’t actually happening. The space between your bodies diminishes significantly, so much so that you can smell the Dr. Squatch Birchwood Breeze radiating off of him. It’s intoxicating and you swallow the fear in your gut and ignore all of the common sense thoughts plaguing your mind, allowing you to feel.

The kiss is tentative at first, he pulls back slightly, whispering if it’s okay to keep going as you feel his breath against your lips. You don’t respond but instead pull him in closer, hearing a satisfied husky moan from him as he allows your tongue access to his. His right palm rests against your cheek until he’s tilting your head up ever so slightly to deepen the embrace and he pulls you in even closer, holding on for dear life while closing and locking the door behind you. It was so much more than he imagined, these feelings that he’d been pushing aside were being confronted and magnified by the second. This innocent crush that you had on him were genuine, real feelings that created a deep ache in your bones, actively being soothed with his hands all over you as the two of you made out like helpless teenagers.

You didn’t think you’d have the strength to tear yourself away from him…until his phone rings. He ignores it the first time but it’s all you can think about by the fifth ring.

“Answer it,” you whisper breathlessly and you can feel him hesitating to pry himself away from you. The heat that was radiating off of his body that you felt being so close to him sends shivers down your spine at the sudden distance. A thousand unspoken apologies are painted on his face as he pulls his phone out of his pocket. He keeps the call short and sweet but the look of devastation is clear when he hangs up. “You have to go don’t you?”

He nods. “I’m so sorry. We can—we need to talk about this I know. And I promise we will. I just—I need to take care of this.” He doesn’t want to leave, not like this. Even if he knows you understand. Justin presses a kiss to the side of your head and whispers another “I’m sorry” leaving you in the room to think about what just happened.

You walk around the empty parking lot until you reach your car, letting out a deep sigh at the thought of what the conversation with him is going to look like after this. You need to be mentally prepared for good news, bad news and everything in between.

He is the sun after all. And sometimes when you stand too close, you might get burned. And maybe, just maybe, you’d avoid the burn altogether and bask in the warmth as long as you can.

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | Cookie Run - Shadow Milk Cookie x Listener NSFW Confessing Your Feelings To Shadow Milk [Spicy Patreon Exclusive Preview]

[M4A] [Post-Beast Yeast Ep 8] [Feelings confession] [Listener takes the place of Pure Vanilla Cookie so you can imagine yourself or PV] [Sub bottom listener] [Voyeurism (listener masturbates in front of speaker)] [Non-specific penetration on listener] [Oral on listener] [Restraints on listener (uses his hair like tentacles to bind your hands temporarily)] [Reverse comfort?]

Thank you guys for reassuring me of my attempt to voice him last time, I was very nervous and unsure about it. But since so many of you liked him and he drew so many new people in, I had to pick out one of his requests for this months audios.

This month's first Patreon fledgling tier exclusive spicy audio, the full audio is 54 minutes long. Based on a Patreon request from AlixaKeyOfDestinty asked "I'm throwing a request for Shadow Milk or Pure Vanilla in here. I feel like Shadow Milk's illusion and shapeshifting powers could be really fun".

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Old public spicy audios on sound gasm (link in pinned post). 2 Exclusive spicy audios on Patreon every month. I also stream on Twitch every week @ dervampireprince . [minors + ageless blogs dni. this blog is for 18+ only] [do not repost/reupload/edit any of my content]

[namorweek]

NAMOR WEEK 2025

Welcome to the the 6th Annual Namor Week, a fandom event dedicated to our favorite Undersea Anti-Hero! We welcome all new & old fans to the event and hope you can join in this year’s Namor Week on April 24 - 30! Themes this year are bit different, and we welcome any kind of interpretation from fans! Please read rules and have fun!

Themes

Day 1 - Swimmin' with Sharks Namor + Jeff | Court Intrigue | The Talokan Throne Day 2 - All the Tales the same, Told before and told again Sunlight | The Depths | Flight | Caught between two worlds Day 3 - Swallowed by a Vicious, Vengeful Sea Hubris is a Bitch | Arrogance | Drowning | Avenging Son Day 4 - So much has changed, but I'm the same Alternate Universe | What if...? Day 5 - I've got Soul but I'm not a Soldier Invaders | Memory | War | PTSD Day 6 - My Heart bends and breaks so many, many times Romance | Loss | Heartbreak | Hopeful Beginnings Day 7 - Creator's Choice

The Rules

No sign ups, no checks, just create whatever you feel like creating! Choose one or all of the prompts. Please read and follow all rules to be a part of this event. Types of fanworks accepted: Fanfiction, Fanart, Podcasts, Edits, Playlists, Podfics, Fanvids, Aesthetics, Gifs, etc. you may commission work to be submitted but it must be created for this event, so no reposting an older work for this.

All work must be submitted on the day of the prompt, late works will be accepted up until end of the week. You may add your works to the Namor Week Collection on Ao3 if you wish.  Collection opens on day 1

All Fan Works must be original works created or commissioned for this event and it must focus on Namor or any of his supporting characters in the Talokan or Atlantis universes, examples but not limited to; Lady Dorma, Namora, Attuma, Fen, and more! Choose from any Marvel Media, including the MCU, Comics, Games, Animation, etc. but it must be a canon character and the work may not use Namor or his supporting characters as background for other non Sub-Mariner characters or fandoms. 

Fanworks must be tagged with #namorweek in the first five tags or tag  @namorweek so that it can be featured on this blog by end of day, and unless otherwise stated then fanworks may be linked/cross posted to the Namor Week twitter or Bluesky with credit. If you wish to participate on either of those sites and post there then simply @ the namorweek account there! All works will be rounded up in a master list. We now have a Bluesky account!

Tag appropriately! If you have heavy themes, tag what your work contains!

Any fanwork*, ship, canon, canon divergent, or non-canon, romantic or platonic, welcome. However this is a character(s) week so please remember to keep focus on Namor, Atlanteans, Talokanil. *see banned content

Ship and let Ship & Don’t like? Don’t Read is in full force. 

Banned

Racism, hate work (fanwork created to bash on characters), and other forms of hate are not tolerated or accepted. Including Anti Ship or Shipping Wars. Don’t create something just to be a jerk to other fans or shippers. 

Pedo/Incest works are not accepted.

NamorSue, ReedSueNamor, Namor/Susan in a romantic ship are not accepted. (Platonic Namor & Susan Storm is accepted.)

Namor x Reader, x Reader, Character x Reader, all works with x Reader or Character Imagines are not accepted. 

Anything created by AI art or chat generators is banned.

Good Luck with creating and see you in April & if you have any questions please send an Ask! 

[mcavoy-girl]

My masterlist for my blogs mcavoy-girl and callsignmayhem

mcavoy-girl:

Loving and losing Dean Winchester x female reader

We'll be okay Dean Winchester x female reader

Stay with me Dean Winchester x female reader

Till we're grey and old Charles Xavier x female reader

Just like you Charles Xavier x female reader, Erik Lehnsherr x female reader

You son of an bitch Logan Howlett x female reader

Not broken Charles Xavier x female reader

Let me help you Charles Xavier x female reader, mentions of needles, alcohol and drugs used as medicine.

The final act of kindness/I gave them their happiness Robbie Turner x female reader from Atonement

Live without shame Robbie Turner x female reader from Atonement

Come back to me Robbie Turner x female reader from Atonement

The life you lived Robbie Turner x female reader from Atonement

New beginnings 9-1-1 fic, can be read as any member of 118 x reader, based loosely on the tsunami episode.

Keeping their legacy alive a fic, no fandom, unnamed characters.

callsignmayhem:

Kisses on fingertips Jake Seresin x female reader

Memories prequel/sequel/continuation to Kisses on fingertips, Jake Seresin x female reader

The letter he left you (kisses on fingertips-universe) Jake Seresin x female reader

Pictures (kisses on fingertips-universe) not a fic but pictures I made for the story

Flyboy and his darlings Jake Seresin x female reader

Others:

List of characters we need more fanfiction written about

My about you characters

I might edit my fics every now and then, every fic is written as female reader.

Constructive and clear criticism is very much appreciated regarding any of these fics!

Reblogs are fine, reposting on any other platform with or without my consent is not!

[diogenesprintco]

The long awaited shop is finally live! If you're one of the lovely people who has asked me where they can obtain one of my prints, you can now check out the link in my shop page to see the full details. I'm currently listing a limited selection of prints including the above, which I plan on switching out every few weeks until I have the rest of my available prints editioned and organised.

A brief Q&A under the cut for some info about what I'm able to sell, how editioning works, pricing, and my general shop/studio situation:

Q: Can you sell me [this specific print]? A: Maybe! Sometimes when I've posted a new print, it's just a test print and I don't have a full edition ready to go yet. In some cases, I'm actually unable to sell a particular print - a good example would be my study of the William Morris acanthus pattern block, which is essentially a near copy of that design (yes, I re-carved it myself, but it isn't my original work). Some of the studies I've done of existing works are more 'transformed' by the style/medium and well out of copyright. Fanart tends to be a bit of a grey area. That being said, I'm always happy to respond to your enquiries, and I've accumulated a ridiculous collection of prints that are just waiting to be properly organised, so it's always worth an ask!

Q: What is a print edition? A: This refers to the number of prints made with one block, typically using the same colour ink and on the same size/type of paper. Often, but not necessarily, this will mean the number of prints made in one printing session. In order to comply with the regulations here in France as a printmaker, every print I sell must be numbered as part of a limited edition (among other requirements). As far as I'm aware, that doesn't prevent me from doing another edition in a different colour, or making changes to the block and printing a second version, so sometimes I'll destroy an old block if I haven't used it for years, and sometimes I'll keep it if I might want to do something else with it.

Q: Can you explain your pricing? A: I can try...well, everything in the shop right now is pretty cheaply priced because the prints are all under A4 size and aren't especially complex/detailed/difficult to print. I try to work out the time, cost of materials, complexity/skill of the work, etc. against the number of prints in an edition that I would feasibly be able to sell, but as someone without a large following and not much experience there is a certain randomness to it.

Q: Do you have a physical shop or public studio? Do you have any other social media? A: I don't have a physical shop or any local outlet where you can buy my prints at the moment. My "studio" is a big ikea desk in the corner of the apartment, and that's where my entire printing process takes place from start to finish. I'd like to begin working on a website/portfolio where I can host my shop and do more blog-type posts, and I'm about to start reposting a lot of stuff on bluesky. However, I'm not remotely interested in apps that are heavily algorhythm-based or video-focused or that want me to post "content" 10 times a week and fight for my life for crumbs of "engagement". Yes, I know it's difficult to promote my art when I'm this damn stubborn about actually posting about it anywhere 🙃

[kataang-week]

Trick or Treat, Kataangers!🎃

Katara and Aang sprites from Distant Horizon. Graphic created by Mod Belle @itsmoonpeaches.

🦇What is Kataang Halloween?

Kataang Halloween is a one-time, three-day mini-event hosted and created by @kataang-week on Tumblr for the first time this year. (However, there is potential for it to happen again in the future.) Kataang Halloween celebrates Kataang with a Halloween theme. All prompts were chosen by the mod team.

🦇Cool, when is it?

Kataang Halloween starts on Thursday, October 31, 2024, and ends on Saturday, November 2, 2024.

🦇What are the prompts?

In honor of Halloween, we're using lucky number 13! There are 13 prompts for each adventure.

"Trick" prompt list:

Old Spirits

Family Secrets

Altered State

Moonlight

Teeth

Demon Claws

The Deep

Offerings

Inner Palace

Lost

Grotto

Cliff Edge

Poison

"Treat" prompt list:

Taffy

Candied Haws

Lanterns

Mid-Autumn

Mooncake

Crunchy Leaves

Warm Drinks

Pumpkins

Chrysanthemum

Sharing

Toadstools

Apple Picking

Paint

🦇So how does this work?

Choose your own adventure! You can take inspiration from the Trick prompts, Treat prompts, or both! Feel free to mix and match prompts to create spooky and/or sweet Kataang content.

Anything you can think of counts as content as long as you fill one or multiple prompts at a time. Fanfics, fanart, gifsets, metas, edits, playlists, moodboards, music, etc.—the sky's the limit.

🦇What are the rules?

Please create your own original pieces. We do not accept AI-made fanworks.

We only accept new works created for Kataang Halloween, not works that are retroactively said to be created for Kataang Halloween. However, you may create something that fills a Kataang Halloween prompt for an ongoing work like a chapter fic or an ongoing series. See this ask for more information.

We accept all range of works. However, bear in mind that this is an all-ages event. If your work contains themes or imagery that may be intended for older audiences, tag and warn people thoroughly. Works with adult content must have an all-ages appropriate preview.

Do not repost other people's works. Reblog their original post if one exists.

If a creator/author/artist has requested you to post their work for them, remember to credit the original and link back to their page.

Be respectful in your fanworks and to others participating or enjoying the event.

🦇How should I tag my work?

The easiest way for us to find your work so we can reblog it to this blog is by using the tag “kataang halloween”. Using “kataang” and “kataangtag” also help. You must tag one of the three in your first five tags otherwise it doesn’t appear in the search. It is also helpful to tag us directly with @kataang-week.

Sometimes even properly tagged posts may not appear when we search the tags, so if you do not see your content reblogged, please let us know.

Once we’ve reblogged it to this blog we add our own tags (a prompt tag and a user tag) for easy organization. This means we can find all the work for one prompt or all the work from one user in one easy click (this also means that if you have changed your username since participating last year you need to let us know so we can update your tag!).

🦇Can I post my stuff other places online too?

Of course you can! However, we won’t be able to reblog anything that isn’t a Tumblr post.

For those of you who will be posting your works on AO3, feel free to add your fic to our Kataang Halloween AO3 collection.

🦇What if I have late submissions for Kataang Week 2024?

While we will not reblog any late submissions for Kataang Week 2024 during the Kataang Halloween event, late submissions for Kataang Week 2024 will still be accepted up until Kataang Week 2025, so don’t be shy and don’t worry about giving the world more Kataang content 💖 We always welcome it!

As always, if you have any questions, feel free to submit an ask to the Kataang Week blog. See you on Halloween, Kataangers!

🦇Who are the mods?

@airbender-dacyon AKA Mod Dan: A Kataang fanfic writer who prefers fluff, but also loves some drama and angst. Mod Dan started writing Kataang stories in 2013 and has helped organize Kataang Week since 2016.

@penguinsledder AKA Mod Atarah: A writer, gif maker, and musician–she enjoys fluffy young adult Kataang and all the ways they complement and parallel each other. She first joined Tumblr for Kataang Week 10 years ago, and started helping out with writing posts and making banners as a mod since 2016!

@itsmoonpeaches AKA Mod Belle: An avid Kataanger with a penchant for angst and mild violence who likes writing. Mod Belle has been a mod since 2021 and helps write posts and social media.

@chocomd AKA Mod Celes: Fanfic writer who adores Kataang for their fun and flirty side but also their bond forged through grief and loss. Mod Celes joined in 2023 and helps with a little bit of everything - whatever needs to be done!

[intimidaid]

the old cnscs can't come to the phone right now... “why”?

...because she's dead.

the new intimidaid blog intro!!

you can call me by my username, or you can call me isa, or izz(y), or any of my other nicknames, or just make a new nickname for me. i don't care what you call me!! i love nicknames. just call me ;>

buzzwords: she/they, bi, capricorn, feminist, pro lgbtqia+, 🕓 UTC+2/CEST

i've been on tumblr since september 2024, on a different account, lurking around shiftblr and loablr. just liking posts, never commenting or reblogging. i always kept any important posts in my drafts so i wouldn't lose them, but it got unorganised so i figured i'd just make a separate blog to repost things there— here, this blog. that makes this blog partially an archive of all shifting/manifesting advice, shifting/manifesting motivation, and shifting/manifesting success stories that i thought were helpful. but things change, and i talk a lot about my mha dr as well now.

i've been trying to shift on and off since early 2021. i've shifted quite a few times before (including to this reality, i'm not from here originally, hi!), but i won't be talking about how to shift much, since i don't really consider myself a guru(?). i do have my own shifting method that's been working well for me.

i started getting into manifestation in 2022, and i've manifested a lot by now. a lot of my manifesting successes were using subliminals and assuming it'd work/it was certain i'd get what i wanted. i've tried repeating affirmations, but those methods never worked for me, so i decided to learn more about the law of assumption, and i've been getting amazing results ever since.

ASKS !! ARE !! OPEN !! ASK ANYTHING YOU WANT & I'LL REACT !! I GIVE ADVICE; PEEP THE #cnscs advice TAG !! DMS !! ARE !! OPEN !! PLEASE TALK TO ME AS MUCH AS YOU WANT !! ABOUT SHIFTING/DRS ESPECIALLY, I LOVE RANTING ABOUT MY DR AND SEEING OTHERS DO THE SAME !!

#cnscs talks does not make sense anymore after the username change but these are posts in which i (predictably) talk. #cnscs success contains my manifesting and shifting success stories

#mha dr are posts about my main dr, otherwise known as "japan highschool (gossip girl x mean girls x victorious x akb48 x iz*one x no good nick x legally blonde x ginny & georgia x the babysitters club x gilmore girls x mha x blue period) dr" (fusion drs are life). it has a lot of lore, but its masterlist covers the basics. you can add yourself to it through this link

#dr ideas are posts about random ideas for drs i want to make but haven't scripted. think of these are dr drabbles rather than fully-fledged dr scripts.

i do have other drs but i never talk about them... my main mha dr, with all the messiness and the fusions and the several different media stolen, is my home, and it's the only dr i feel strongly about. feel free to ask about other drs though

siigghh. yeah. i do have opinions on shifters who don't use the same race as in their "original" reality. yeah, i did share them. yeah, you can have the link to it. other hot takes are listed under #my hot take (the hill i will die on)

💟 in remembrance of the @/cnscs brand and the old blog intro that came w/ it 💟

a/n: i've edited the most important posts to have working links, but if you click any links to/on my blog that don't work, replace "cnscs" in the link with "intimidaid" and it'll work. quick fix, next to no effort. feel free to let me know when a link breaks & i'll fix it

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some of you might remember me from a blog under the same name (and pfp lol) from last year, the jily girl who posted headcannons and sometimes edits. well im finally back and i’ll try to repost some of the headcannons i remember (and of course new ones!) i cannot remember a lot of the blogs i used to follow so im hoping i come across my old mutuals soon enough <3

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Yours

Azul Ashengrotto x GN!Reader

Summary: Azul plans to confess his feelings for you but things keep getting in the way between him and you. What is he supposed to do?

Notes: Reader is a sophomore and is not Yuu. Azul calls you sweetheart.

A repost from my old blog @escha-evenstar. Edited.

Azul liked to think he was a man who had a plan for everything — always prepared and with a calm and confident facade. Yet he was put to the test when suddenly someone came along.

Someone who occupied his thoughts more often, making him ponder about things such as "What are you doing right now?" or "I wonder if you'd like the new menu I added."

Someone who tugged at his heartstrings whenever you'd greet him with a warm smile or engage in conversations with him, occasionally clinging on his arm.

Someone who changed something inside of Azul.

That someone was you.

He didn't expect to develop a close relationship with you. To have special moments with you. To still have you by his side despite who he was and what he did. Azul didn't plan for these things to happen. It just did.

Just like his first kiss you.

Azul's face flushed pink as he recalled that memory. Your body was pressed close against him as you held onto his arm. He turned his head around to look directly at you only to have his lips meet yours in an accidental kiss.

His slender fingers went to touch his lips as if to caress the area where you just kissed.

Your lips felt so soft and warm. I want to kiss you again.

Azul sighed. As much as he tried to lock away what was bubbling inside of him, it just couldn't be hidden away. He likes you.

No, scratch that.

He loves you. Deeply. Hopelessly. With all of his three hearts.

Azul decided he wouldn't be a coward anymore and hide away his true feelings. He was going to confess. He didn't want to stand by idly anymore while other guys took a chance for your affections. What if you accepted that person's feelings? The idea of you being in a romantic relationship with someone else did not settle right with Azul, the corner of his lips turning down into a frown and uneasiness pooling in his gut. He couldn't let that happen.

Azul wanted to be the man for you, and he was determined to make you his.

The following day after the night of your accidental first kiss, Azul would finally confess his feelings for you. For this, he already got it planned.

Invite Y/N for dinner. Azul would take you out on a private, romantic dinner at the Mostro Lounge. He would be extra particular with his appearance, wanting to look attractive and handsome for you. He would also enlist help from the eelmer twins in cooking and serving the two of you with your favorite dishes.

Start conversation. Azul would strike up a conversation with you. He would start with giving you compliments, all honest words of praise of course, before conversing with you like usual. This would keep the mood pleasant and enjoyable.

Showcase self. Azul wanted to be deserving of you. As the conversation would carry on, he would subtly showcase his strengths to prove that he was the right choice for you.

Set the mood. After finishing your meal, Azul would take you to one of your favorite sections inside his cafe. There was this open space with a huge glass wall that showed the vast waters full of underwater life that surrounded Octavinelle. The unique subaquatic plants that swayed with the current. Different species of fish swimming in various appearances and colors. You found it all serene and mesmerizing to look at. And when the moment is right..

Confess. Azul would confess and ask you to be his. And then hopefully you'll say yes.

Perfect plan, right? It would have been if only he could actually ask you out.

How could he invite you when you were always taken away from him? Every single time he'd approach you, something or someone else required your attention and you'd have to leave.

He couldn't ask you out while on your walk to school since a classmate of yours sought you out regarding your group's presentation for the day.

"Y/N, good morning. I'm sorry to bother you so early, but could I get some help for our presentation later today?"

During lunch break, Azul was waiting outside your classroom. When you were about to leave the room, someone else arrived looking for you.

"Y/N! I apologize. I understand you're supposed to have your lunch break but I'm afraid we have some urgent matters to attend to. I have already informed your Prefect, Yuu. Grim too, of course. We'll need the residents of Ramshackle Dorm for this matter. But not to worry though, since I am oh so gracious, I shall provide the three of you with hearty meals afterwards. How generous of me as Headmage, right?"

When your eyes met with his, Azul felt a certain longing. You gave him a quick apologetic smile and wave before following after the Headmage. Azul gave you a smile of his own but the moment you turned around, his facial expression showed how annoyed he actually was as he glared at the Headmage. He let out a deep sigh, trying to keep calm.

Not to worry. We share a class this afternoon so that means I'll have another opportunity. I'm definitely going to ask you out!

The first subject for the afternoon class was about to start but you still weren't around. Your usual seat beside him was feeling cold and empty.

Where were you? Did something happen?

Azul wondered since you were always punctual in class. Soon, the class professor came in bearing news.

"Mx. Y/N has been excused by the Headmage due to.."

What?!

Azul couldn't focus on what else the professor was saying. He was starting to get extremely vexed.

That Headmage, why I-

He didn't finish his thoughts as he heaved another sigh. He needed to calm down. No matter, he'll see you after school. There's still time. He's not going to miss it.

The last class with Professor Trein drawled on a bit longer than usual.

Why now of all times?

Azul sighed for the umpteenth time that day, his pen tapping impatiently on his desk. He glowered a bit as he waited for class to end. As soon as they were dismissed for the day, he immediately rushed over to your classroom. When he saw that most of the students from your class already left, Azul clicked his tongue in displeasure.

Did you leave already?

"Oh, hey Azul!" A bright, cheery voice spoke breaking Azul from his thoughts. "Are you looking for Y/N?"

It was Kalim who spoke.

"Hello, Kalim. And yes, I am looking for Y/N. Have you seen them?" Azul asked.

"Y/N was actually here a few minutes ago. They were waiting for you."

Upon hearing Kalim's words, Azul felt his heart race a bit faster.

"But then someone suddenly asked them out. They said they wanted to talk in private."

Wait. What?

"If you need them, they went around that way," Kalim said as he pointed to a direction where he saw them leave.

Azul thanked him and then briskly walked away to find you.

Upon arriving at the courtyard, he finally saw you. Your school uniform that accentuated your body and fitted you perfectly. Your (h/l) (h/c) hair fluttering with the soft breeze. And your eyes. Your beautiful (e/c) eyes that mirrored your pure heart and soul. You looked so ethereal in this moment that Azul thought of confessing right then and there.

Except there was another guy in the scene with you.

"I've always liked you Y/N! Will you go out me?" He said.

Azul felt something inside him snap.

Ever since this day started, Azul couldn't get ahold of your time and company. He just wanted to ask you out for dinner, was that so wrong? He sought you out all day long yet every damn single time someone took you away. Sevens, it's like they were testing him. Pushing him beyond his limits. And at this point, he was more than just frustrated. He was seething with resentment.

Azul has had enough and he's not letting anyone or anything get in his way.

With long, heavy strides, he made his way over to you.

You were confused. One minute, someone was confessing to you. The next, you were suddenly pulled away by a different person and lead somewhere else. You tried to keep up with his pace as you recalled what just happened.

"Oh. Uhm.. I'm flattered you think of me like that.. but I'm sorry. I can't return your feelings," you apologized to the student who just confessed to you. He opened his mouth to speak some more when someone cut in, immediately holding you by your wrist.

"I believe your conversation is now over. We're leaving." It was Azul who came in, eyes glaring at the guy coldly before he proceeded to drag you away.

And now here you were in this situation. He'd been pulling at you for quite some time now. You asked him what was going on, but he'd only squeeze your wrist. It wasn't enough to really hurt you but it was like he was wordlessly saying "just follow me".

Is Azul angry? Did something happen?

You continued to follow after him, deciding to not speak momentarily until you reached your destination. Along the way, a number of students looked at the two of you curiously. With the way his cold, blue eyes stared ahead, and his walk, although slower compared to earlier (upon your request), still brisk enough as he tugged at you to follow him. When someone you knew would try to come close to you, you'd feel Azul tighten his grip on you.

I guess he doesn't want any interruptions. He seems to be in a rush and in a really bad mood.

So you'd just wave at them with a nervous smile as the two of you continued walking.

Azul lead you to Octavinelle, specifically to the Mostro Lounge. You also noticed he took you to your favorite spot.

He finally stopped walking and let go of your wrist, turning around to look at you. He wasn't saying anything though; he's just staring at you. When you looked at his eyes, the coldness that was there earlier was gone. Instead, you saw all sorts of intense emotions reflecting in them.

"Azul..?" You called out his name softly. "Uhm.. if there's something bothering you.."

A lot actually bothered me today.

You took a single step towards him. "Or if there's anything you want to say.."

There's a lot really.

You moved even closer, hands raised to touch his glasses. "Or if you need me.."

I do need you.

You stopped just a few inches from him and completely removed his glasses, looking directly into his blue eyes. "I'm right here for you."

The both of you looked fixedly at each other. Staring with such intimacy, gaze filled with love and tenderness.

"Y/N," He called out your name in his smooth, charming voice as he caressed your cheek. It made your knees feel weak.

"Y-yes?" You stuttered.

He slowly drew your body towards him; an arm wrapped around your waist, your chest in contact with his, as Azul's other hand cradled your face to look up at him. You felt the familiar heat rise on your cheeks, tinting them with a pink blush. Your grip around his glasses loosened as it slipped away, landing on the floor with a soft clink. Your hands unconsciously settled on top of his chest because of the close proximity. The two of you stuck in a staring contest.

It was like time was frozen. Your gorgeous (e/c) eyes that shone like the stars, looking so nervous. The blush dusting your cheeks. Azul thought you looked so pretty and cute he couldn't help but chuckle, causing your face to flush a darker shade of red.

"Azul," you whined, pouting. You thought he was teasing you again.

But the way you moved your lips like that made Azul want to do something. He started leaning down closer to your face.

Every second like this made your heart thump in nervousness, feeling completely flustered.

"Sweetheart?" He said so softly, his special endearment for you tugging at your own heartstrings.

"..yes?" You whispered with shaky breaths.

Azul's face was so close with your own you could feel his breath on your lips. With his eyes half lidded and his voice low and hushed, he muttered his deepest, most genuine feelings for you. "I love you."

Before you knew it, his lips crashed onto yours in a heartfelt kiss. Your eyes flew shut, kissing him back and savoring the feeling of his soft lips against yours.

The kiss felt sweet yet passionate at the same time. As if you were both conveying your ineffable, overflowing feelings for each other through the kiss.

Oh sevens, it feels so amazing!

Your hands gripped onto his uniform coat while Azul pulled you tighter to him, both not wanting to let go of the other. He kissed you with so much fervor you felt like you were going to melt from all the affection you were receiving.

A moment afterwards, you reluctantly pulled away and broke the kiss. The two of you stared at each other lovingly in silence. The only sounds to be heard were the heavy breathing and the loud beating of your heart.

"Please be mine."

You were rendered speechless. Azul's voice was laced with so much love and need for you. He wanted you. He desired you.

"I'll give you anything you want. I'll do anything for you. Anything! I love you so much, Y/N. So please.. stay with me and be mine."

You felt your eyes start to water from his words before tears escaped from the corners of your eye, dripping down on your face.

"Sweetheart?" Azul became worried.

Did I just make you cry? Did you perhaps not feel the same-

You held both sides of his face and pulled him down to you for another kiss. Azul was dazed for a second before he relaxed and eagerly kissed you back.

"I love you too, Azul. So much," you said in between kisses with tears of happiness pouring out of your eyes. "Of course I'll be yours."

When he finally heard you say those words he'd been yearning for, his eyes widened in shock. "You mean it?" He asked in disbelief to which you nodded at his question.

"You really do?!"

You giggled at his reaction. "Of course I do. You don't know how long I waited for you, Azul. And it makes me so happy to know you feel the same way." You stroked his cheek affectionately. "I'll always be yours, Azul," you said while beaming at him with your bright smile.

The corners of his mouth curved into a wide grin. Azul didn't like relying on luck but right now, he felt like the luckiest man in the entire Twisted Wonderland. Because someone like you loved him back with all of your heart. He gave you a sweet peck on the lips before saying, "And I'll forever be yours, Y/N."

Meanwhile..

Earlier after classes ended.

"Jamil! How are you? You're later than usual," said Kalim.

"It's fine. Professor Trein's discussion for today was just longer than usual," Jamil replied. "Anyways, I saw Azul walking out in a rush. He also actually left class the same way. Did something happen between him and Y/N?"

"It's not what did happen. More like, what will happen." Someone joined in on the conversation; it was Jade.

"What do you mean by that? Is Azul up to something?" Riddle asked suspiciously.

"Hahahaha! It's nothing like that, Goldfishie," a singsong voice piped in.

Riddle's eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. "I told you not to call me by that nickname, Floyd."

Floyd just laughed away and ignored his remark. "Hehe~ Are you guys curious what's gonna happen?" A teasing smile graced his face.

"I don't think Azul will be happy if we told them," Jade said as if disagreeing with his twin brother, although his eyes meant otherwise.

"Bah! They're gonna find out sooner or later anyways."

Jamil spoke, "I couldn't care less what Azul does but if it's related to Y/N... what is it then?"

Floyd's eyes crinkled as he grinned. "Azul is.."

"Is what? Is what?" Kalim asked eagerly.

"..going to confess to Y/N!!"

There was a pause, before the three shouted in unison.

"EEHHH?!?!"

Riddle, Jamil, and Kalim were shocked, processing what they just heard.

"Well, I know that Azul expends a great amount of effort on everything that he does. If he will do the same in making Y/N happy, then I have no objections. But if he ever hurts her," Riddle said in a stern voice. "It will be off with his head!!"

Jamil sighed. "Well.. I guess as long as he treats her right, I'll be okay with that."

Meanwhile, Kalim was still silent.

"Kalim, are you alright?" Jade asked.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Totally! It's just-" Kalim chuckled while rubbing the back of his head.

"I thought they were already dating."

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