#; when they are both vulnerable they are just so 😩

[starburstminibot]

Hey I loved your explanation of breakdowns development with bumblebee! I was wondering what bumblebee was thinking at the same time though? Like while he was carrying??

I love this AU though!! It’s the only thing I’ve been thinking about! 😩😩💗

It wasn’t easy for Bee either lemme tell you…

Bumblebee has the capabilities of seeing good in everyone… and he is very aware of how vulnerable it can make him. He’s been manipulated before, he’s been taken advantage of due to his child-like optimism. He’s been… hardened to a degree because of it. He’s not a young naive scout anymore. He still likes to see the good, but he’s much more cautious of letting that blind him to the reality.

Except everything goes out the window when it comes to Breakdown.

Bumblebee doesn’t know why. Maybe it’s because they were friends before the war, maybe it’s because despite everything Breakdown’s never really done anything to hurt him (at least intentionally)

Bumblebee is more aware than anyone how vulnerable he leaves himself by trusting Breakdown so wholeheartedly.

He knows how quickly Breakdown could give him a false tip and lure him right into a trap. And yet Bee would still take his words and trust them like the gospel.

Maybe it’s because he doesn’t value his life quite as much as he should. He doesn’t want to die… but he’s been in the trenches of a war far longer than he ever experienced living at peace (if that’s what you would call the civil unrest that was slowly tipping into war by the time he came online) he’s a bit desensitized to the extinguishing of a spark.

He knows the dangers of getting too close to anyone when you could lose them at any moment. Of course, he’s always been a friendly bot. Most Autobots favor him kindly and he always enjoys other’s company. But he doesn’t stick around long enough to actually get close. He’s a scout. Traveling across Cybertron, sneaking past enemy lines. He’s alone more than not. Perhaps the only true companion he has was the bot always checking in on him at the end of the mission, the one giving him the next orders, and seeking his unlikely advice. It was easier to get close to Optimus… he was less likely to get blown up in a random firefight and never come back.

Which only made his attraction to Breakdown more confusing. Breakdown was everything that Bumblebee tried to avoid: Reckless, foolish, thrill-seeking. Breakdown threw himself into fights he wasn’t likely to win for fun. Breakdown didn’t value his life quite as much as he should either.

They both were willing to gamble everything because neither of them had anything to lose. And that just made whatever they had that much more exciting

They didn’t see each other often. Years would pass before they could catch a glimpse of the other. It didn’t matter how long it had been… how many friends the other had lost… it was like their unspoken connection was the only true consistency in their lives. Sometimes Breakdown would give Bee information. Other times they would just play cards or race. Sometimes they wouldn’t have a chance to talk at all, being in the heat of battle surrounded by other bots.

They got pretty good at pulling punches and staging fights.

And then the war “ended” and Breakdown was nowhere to be found. Bumblebee would be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed. He should have known better… of course Breakdown would have run, all the Decepticons did. And Breakdown was still a decepticon.

He’s pretty confident Optimus knows about their friendship at this point… or at least has his suspicions. But Optimus had also pardoned the ex-leader of the Decepticons so Bumblebee doesn’t think he has much room to judge.

Being sent undercover for over a decade wasn’t the post-war future Bumblebee had planned for himself. He hadn’t envisioned it would take place on an alien organic planet either. He could still remember a time when he dreamed of retirement and maybe he’d take up a “normal” job like the ones Ironhide used to talk about. He always wondered if he’d be good at something more domestic… if maybe he would have an apartment of his own to return to each night instead of recharging at whatever outpost was closest after days without rest.

Now he views those as delusional fantasies. He’s not really sure who he is outside of his title of Autobot spy. He doesn’t think he can be anything besides a soldier. (A hero… according to some people)

He wasn’t sure if it was boredom that triggered his search for Breakdown or if maybe he was just looking for some kind of company (he was used to solitude but it had just been… so long) but somehow he ended up at nearly every race he caught wind of. It wasn’t desperation, certainly not… he just… had a lot of free time is all.

He got close a couple of times. Breakdown was changing his alt mode regularly, Bee was sure of it. But still every so often he’d catch a streak of blue and white. Breakdown had always been faster than him…

Bee considered himself great at adapting to any environment or situation that he would land himself in, but nothing could have prepared him for his latest assignment… Sparklingsitting…

Why Optimus had pulled him out of 15 years of hiding for something so… mundane? Bee could only begin to question. He was convinced it was a waste of time. Bee didn’t know the first thing about younglings, there hadn’t been any since… well… him. And that was a very long time ago.

But after a while he hated to admit he found them… endearing. It was almost nice… it felt like what he used to imagine a peaceful life would be like when he was still naive enough to think true peace was achievable.

And yet… something was still missing.

Bee assumed it was the thrill of the missions he longed for. Considering Optimus was dead-set on sidelining him… Bee decided to resume one of his personal missions…

And thats when he finally reunited with the only bot he could ever consider his best friend. They had been apart for longer periods before… but somehow this felt different. This could be a new start. The war was over.

And then he lost Breakdown again.

To the same humans to claimed to be their allies no less.

He didn’t care how it must’ve looked when he demanded Optimus give him a status report on Breakdown’s condition when he was brought in.

Bee only got a lecture on how he was cutting it too close by getting involved with a race he knew G.H.O.S.T. was planning to bust.

So no, he didn’t really care what Optimus would think when he broke Breakdown out of prison. And he was only slightly hurt when Breakdown drove off ignoring his pleas of assistance. It wasn’t Breakdown’s fight… he had no right to be upset.

Of course Breakdown came through in the end… he always has.

And so what if they started meeting up periodically to race and talk and forget about everything else for s little while. Even if the times Bee had fallen into recharge in his arms and woken up alone hurt more than he’d like to admit.

Breakdown was quick to remind him, they were still on opposite sided. They could still betray each other in a moments notice… they both still had nothing to lose.

Except… that wasn’t quite true anymore.

Bee was carrying.

At first he didn’t do anything about it. Didn’t tell anyone. Didn’t even act like anything was different. A reaction he would later clarify was shock.

Then came the avoidance. The ticking time bomb until he had to do something about it was like a constant countdown in his head. He started seeking distractions. Lessons with the Terrans. Missions with Arcee. Drives with Breakdown. Anything to avoid thinking about the decisions he would need to make in the future. The very rapidly approaching future.

Breakdown was the first to know.

Looking back, Bee wished he had been able to break the news a little differently. He hadn’t intended to tell him that night at all… he wasn’t sure if he was ever planning on telling him period.

The reality of a sparkling was beginning to hit and for the first time in his life… Bumblebee couldn’t put himself at risk anymore.

And Breakdown was a risk.

It was supposed to be their last time… a chance to say goodbye, even if Breakdown didn’t know it. Instead in a moment of emotion, Bee accidentally let it slip.

He wasn’t expecting Breakdown to choose the path of caution too. To desperately pledge to stay by his side. To stop taking risks… to stop running… to finally face this emotion they’ve been dancing around for centuries

Bee almost felt guilty for assuming so negatively of the one bot he has ever loved, but then again Breakdown has never really done much to prove his loyalty besides never actually betraying him.

This was different though. This was their real new start. The desperation in Breakdown’s eyes, like he’d never seen before, was enough to prove it.

And he trusted Breakdown… because now they both had something to lose.

The hard part was convincing Optimus to do the same…

Bee is lucky he was always Prime’s favorite. Pretty sure any other bot could be charged with fraternizing with the enemy. And of course… the news didn’t go over very smoothly… Bee wasn’t expecting it to…

He’s grateful Breakdown survived to the end of the conversation, though there were a handful of blasters involved in the process.

But after the lectures and the disappointment and the numerous encounters of bots trying to convince Bumblebee to abandon whatever bond he had with Breakdown and allow the Autobots to assist in the Sparkling’s upbringing… Bee noticed for the first time just how hard BD was trying.

Breakdown never cared about what anyone thought of him. He never did things for the approval of others… so Bee knew it was his own decision when BD formerly defected from the Decepticons and took on the autobot mantel.

He’d never seen him more dedicated to anything before… and that’s when Bee knew. They were going to be okay.

He had only ever been a soldier before… he wasn’t sure if he was really cut out for this whole Carrier thing. Breakdown joked that the Terrans had been the trial run, and he had all the training he needed.

They both joked to avoid the spark numbing fear.

They had never experienced it before… not like this… the fear of losing.

Bee wasn’t sure when Breakdown became so… domestic. Sure, he still teased and flirted and ran his mouth. He still made bets he couldn’t win. But he also brought Bee his energon every morning, mixed exactly the way he liked it. And everytime Bee fell into recharge, he’d still be by his side when his optics opened again.

Bumblebee couldn’t help but be angry a little…

Why was he only now receiving this treatment? They’d known how they felt about each other for how long? How long had Bee tried to convince him to stay by his side?

But Breakdown didn’t need Bee’s anger to feel guilty. He barely felt deserving of the chances he’d been given long before this one.

And Bumblebee couldn’t bring himself to act on his anger… not when Breakdown was trying so hard for him.

For them.

Perhaps Bee’s dreams of peace weren’t so far off after all.

[haroldhearsawho]

@oopsiedaisiesbaby Since you wrote something for me here’s something for you that’s been brewing in my head for awhile now:

Ok so hear me out- I don’t know how people feel about rpf (I mean technically Clegan is rpf) but this picture of Austin and Callum has given me all sorts of ideas, I can’t help it 😩:

So I’m thinking they’ve always flirted with one another but always made it out it be a joke, or like they’d back off as soon as or before it got too serious. Like they’d both say off hand comments or remarks about/to the other that always has the other reeling back and wondering, second guessing everything but convincing themselves they’re trying to make it into something it’s not, seeing things that aren’t there, looking too far into it. And the way Austin looks at Callum- it’s hard for Callum to look back sometimes, it feels so intense and sensual and he’s afraid of his own expression giving anything away. But Callum tells himself Austin looks at everyone that way, he has very intense eye contact and it can easily come across as sexual when he doesn’t mean for it to. So they’ve been dancing around one another for as long as they’ve known each other.

Also- as far as their sexuality goes, in my head, Callum has never really been interested in men, but there have been more than a few times where he’s found stereotypical “pretty boys” and “twinks” attractive like he would a woman and thought about what it would be like to have sex with them, and it wasn’t a repulsive thought, but he always buried that in the back of his head. Until he met Austin and then all bets were off, not even to himself could he pretend he didn’t want to absolutely wreck him. But he told himself it was because it/he was Austin, like everyone wants him, he just has that affect on people. And he’s just so fucking gorgeous and lovely that he defies gender and sexuality.

And then for Austin, well- I think he’s definitely felt attraction to men before. More so than Callum. But it’s also something he’s buried deep down and not dealt with or acted upon (except for maybe a few make out sessions or mutual jerking off/hand jobs with his male peers as a teen), because he has a lot of hang ups about it, partly due to how he’s perceived by the public as a pretty and feminine man, so he often feels the need to overcompensate in the opposite direction, also because he doesn’t want to get typecast as that type of man all the time. And also because of so much of the unwanted attention and attraction he has received from grown and older men since puberty. He’s had creepy old and middle aged men creep on him since he was a teenager and so he still feels uncomfortable about it, still gets the creeps sometimes when an older man will make a comment toward/to him or touch him in what could be an intimate way. I imagine he had quite a few uncomfortable or outright inappropriate interactions with or comments directed at him by male executives, producers, and directors as a young teen auditioning for and landing roles on Disney and Nickelodeon, and so obviously that made the “finding men attractive” part of his brain shut off completely, even though men closer to his age (who he was actually attracted to on some level) weren’t the issue and weren’t who made him feel uncomfortable.

So, Callum and Austin have been dancing around each other since they first met. But that night at the Boys in the Boat premiere, Austin gets uncharacteristically sloshed for whatever reason, maybe he just was in a good happy mood and felt safe and so he let himself go a bit. (He always feels safe with Callum). Callum is finding it very entertaining to see Austin so unguarded and carefree; Austin is always friendly and approachable, but he’s careful with who he opens up completely to and who he allows himself to be vulnerable around. Callum is one of the lucky few who he trusts to do so around, and Callum carries that privilege like a badge of honor. Austin is very flirty with Callum throughout the night, and gets more and more so, and touchier as well, the drunker he gets. And by the end of the night, Austin is completely defenseless, with zero inhibitions, plastered over and leaning heavily on Callum to hold him up or else he couldn’t stand by himself, smiling brightly and lovingly at Callum and looking up at him from under his lashes like he always does, but now it’s even more pointed, more intense, and it has Callum blushing deeply and turning his gaze away.

“He’s so lovely, even when he’s plastered,” Callum thinks to himself. “Let’s get you back to your hotel room, big guy, I think you’ve had enough fun for one night” is what he says out loud instead. Austin doesn’t argue, just giggles like Callum said something super funny and leans into him even heavier.

Callum gets his driver to take them both to the hotel Austin is staying at and tells him to wait while he walks Austin up to his room and makes sure he’s okay. In the elevator, Austin lays his head against Callum’s shoulder and looks up at him with a super serious expression on his face, and says “I feel safe with you, Cal.” Callum's heart flutters and melts in his chest and he swallows before he responds. “I’m always here for you, mate, you know that.” Austin smiles at that and leans his head again back on Callum’s shoulder.

Callum gets Austin up and into his hotel room, putting Austin’s arm around his shoulders and holding onto his hand that’s around his neck, trying not to think about how his hand easily wraps around Austin’s entire wrist. The whole time Austin is just hanging off of him. Once he gets him into his room, he bends down to help Austin take off his shoes, but as he does, Austin stops him with a hand on his shoulder and pulls him back up. “Stay the night with me here, Cal?” he asks with those big blue puppy dog eyes.

“I can’t, my driver is waiting for me outside the hotel,” Callum replies truthfully. He can’t deny that he wants to stay, but he knows what a terrible idea that would be for so many reasons, most of all being that he knows Austin will be embarrassed in the morning and it will be awkward as hell. Austin pouts a little bit and oh God, he’s so adorable, this drunk 32 year old grown man pouting looking like he’s about 12.

“You’ll be okay, let’s just get you to bed,” Callum says as he helps maneuver Austin to the bedroom in the hotel suite. As he’s trying to get Austin to sit or lay down on the bed from where he’s still hanging off of him, Austin is looking up at him intensely again from under those damn lashes and rasps, “Kiss me, Cal.”

He’s looking at him completely open. No inhibitions. Just pure, deep desire. And yeah, Callum’s entire body feels like it’s on fire. He audibly gasps. There’s a heat growing in his groin and his heart is beating rapidly in his chest and his palms are sweating and his face is on fire and no, this can’t be happening, what is happening right now. He’s got to be imagining this.

But that’s right, Austin is drunk. He’s not thinking straight, that’s all. He doesn’t have control of his faculties at the moment. He won’t even remember saying it in the morning. He looks away from Austin’s intense gaze and manages to choke out, “I can’t, Aus. You’re-you’re drunk.” Austin, damn him, gets that stupidly adorable and heartbreaking pout back on his face. His eyes even seem to be filling with tears, his forehead wrinkles up.

“Why won’t you kiss me?” he whines. Callum at first feels absolutely heartbroken until he realizes that Austin has probably never been rejected or denied a kiss once in his life; he’s probably genuinely confused with Callum’s answer. He laughs under his breath at that. “God, the irony, if he only knew how much I want to” he thinks.

“I cant, Aus. I’m sorry. Come on, let’s get you into bed.” Once he’s gotten him to lay down, Austin closes his eyes and it seems like it will only be a few seconds before he’s passed out. Callum pats him on the thigh and says, “I’ll text you tomorrow,” as he heads out the door and back down to where his driver is parked outside waiting.

The next day, Austin texts him around noon just to thank him for getting him safely back to his hotel room, and apologizes for being so out of it. Callum responds that it wasn’t a hassle and that he was glad he had a good time and enjoyed himself. Neither of them mention what Austin had said. Callum doesn’t ever ask him if he remembers what he said that night. They return to their normal dynamic, and luckily (or not) it doesn’t change anything about their friendship or feel awkward or weird at all.

Then I think maybe months later, after the Masters of the Air press tour has wrapped (in which there was a hell of a lot more flirting and touching), Austin texts Callum when it’s in the middle of the night (super early morning) in the UK and late at night in the US, asking if he’s awake. The buzz of his phone on his nightstand wakes him up and he responds “Now I am, thanks” and then his phone is ringing.

“What’s the matter?” He asks when he picks up because this isn’t like Austin at all.

“Cal,” Austin breathes on the other line. His voice is raspier and even deeper than normal if that’s even possible. Immediately Callum is awake and feels a sharp heat pooling in his groin.

“Cal, please tell me you wanted to kiss me that night. Please tell me you wanted it just as much as I did.” Austin sounds a bit tipsy, not fully sober, and Callum wants to curse him out for torturing him like this. “Austin are you-”

“I’m not drunk, Callum. I’ve had a couple drinks to loosen up but I’m not drunk. I’m just sick of pretending. And I want you right now. I want you so badly, Cal, I can’t take it anymore.”

Callum hears rustling around on the other line and realizes that Austin is touching himself. And at that realization, all bets are off.

“Jesus Christ, Austin, are you touching yourself right now?”

“Yeah” he breathes, his breath hitching a bit. Hearing Austin in this state, it’s something Callum had imagined so often but never thought he’d actually get to hear. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it as he reaches into his pants and pulls his cock out and starts tugging on it.

“Jesus, Austin, you have no idea, no idea how bad I want you. Wanted you for so long, it’s been torture not being able to touch you the way I want to. You have no idea what you do to me, have no idea the things I want to do to you.”

Austin moans on the other side of the phone. Callum is enthralled with how high his breathy moans are, so much higher than his deep voice regularly.

“Tell me,” Austin breathes.

“God, baby, I just wanna get my mouth on you, all over you. Wanna make you feel so good. Wanna do everything to you, with you. Anything you want, baby boy. You’re so fucking gorgeous, Aus. The way you look at me sometimes- You drive me fucking crazy.”

By this point they’re both jerking themselves off loudly, they both can hear the other and they’re both close, picking up speed.

“Wanna hear you, baby. Wanna hear how good you feel, thinking about me there making you feel good instead.”

Callum feels high, drunk, delirious. He still can’t believe this is actually happening.

“So good, Cal. Wish you were here touching me.”

“Yeah” Callum grunts back, he’s at the point where he doesn’t have any words left to use, his mind is fogged by white hot desire.

“Sometimes I fuck myself on my fingers and imagine it’s your cock inside me,” Austin rasps.

And that about does Callum in.

He groans loudly, “Yeah? You want my cock, baby?”, he’s proud that he is able to get that much out in response.

Austin moans on the other end “Yeah, I want it. Want your cock so bad. Been thinking it about for so long, now, Cal.”

That’s all it takes for Callum to come all over himself and his bedsheets. He can tell Austin is close on the other end.

“Come on baby, want you to come for me. Wanna hear you come. Know you sound so pretty when you do, while you’re thinking about having my cock in you.”

Austin keens at that and Callum can hear him finishing on the other end, high breathy moans and gasps filling the space. God, he sounded even more beautiful coming than Callum ever imagined, and he’d imagined it plenty.

“Jesus Christ, Austin, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he says once he gets his voice back fully. Austin laughs breathily on the other end, still breathing heavily.

“Wow, Austin. That was- just wow. So fucking hot. Damn.” Austin laughs breathily again. They’re silent for a few moments, catching their breaths, and Callum starts to get a bit nervous.

“Now what did I do to deserve all that, huh? What provoked all this? Not that I’m complaining,“ he asks.

“Was at a brand event tonight, and this male brand ambassador was all over me. And I’d had a few drinks- I’m not drunk, I promise- and all I could think about was how I did want a man touching me like that. But not him, or any other man, I just wanted you. Have always wanted you, Cal. I- sometimes I feel uncomfortable with male attention, having men wanting me. But you- you’re the man that I want, Cal. I want you to want me. And well, I used to tell myself I was just seeing things that I wanted to see, but I could have sworn you looked at me like you wanted me back that night- That night at the premiere, when you brought me back to the hotel- I could have sworn you wanted to kiss me, even through my drunken haze. The way you put your arm around my waist sometimes, how you touch my face. I love when you do those things, Cal. The way you had your hand wrapped around my entire wrist that night I was drunk- I loved how it made me feel small, protected. I love how much bigger you are than me, how you make me feel safe.”

“What city are you in right now?”

“…Huh?”

“What city are you in right now, Aus?”

“I-I don’t understand what that has to do with anything at the moment.”

“Because I’m looking up the next flight out of London that I can get on so that I can get to wherever you are right now. Now that I know you want me to touch you, I can’t stand another second of not being able to get my hands on you like I want to. What city are in right now, Austin?”

“New York,” Austin breathes.

“I’ll be there by this afternoon.”

[twinkodium]

JESUS JESUS JESUS YOU ATTACK ME WITH A BANGER ALL THE TIME!

cruel from you using this pic of lando tho… i can see his nipples GOOD GOD 😩

chapter 7:

dying how lando had to charm an old man!! like seriously he’d be successful no doubt 😏

oscar’s little brainrots!!!! remembering sweet things lando said to him when he’s about to pass out or in danger 😔😔😔 so sweet!!

uhhhhghh new enemies!! the alpine boys, not very fond of them so beat their asses boooooys 👀

‘You’d look good tied up in one of these display cases.’ uhhhh excuse me gasly?? overly kinky but i’m into it 😳 guess lando would enjoy it too 🥵

screaming how oscar cracks a joke while his ass is beaten by the two 😭😭 baby save your strength for the actual fight not the verbal kind 🫣

lando 😭😭😭 he really though he has lost oscar and the anger and fury filling his body seeing them standing next to his boy’s lifeless body!! get them!!!

his emotions and the fear he’s feeling!!! the memories that justin happened before the mission ohhhhh

damn!! almost beating gasly to death just cuz he dared to touch his boy and holding a gun to his head! 🥵🥵

BEATING BOTH OF THEM FOR LOVEEEEE 🫠🫠🫠

begging him to be okay my heart is breaking why did you do this to me????? 💔

oscar holding up that blueprint like it means anything to lando lmao baby he doesn’t gaf he only cares about you 🫣

lando gets all furious when oscar tries to play the hero and refusing him help! boy is so embarrassed to be seen as week and vulnerable in front of lando 😭😭

lando holding him close TATTOO THIS ON MY FOREHEAD PLS

holy shit even injured he can shoot like a pro and brain works overtime to figure out and escape plan 🥺🥺

can’t keep his eyes off oscar, so worried about him god he’s so adorable

HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT!!!!!!

lando losing his patience on oscar’s stubbornness and Oscar opens up too, fuck i’m sobbing, top tier content for me 🥹🥹🥹🥹

chapter 8:

poor baby oscar can’t sleep with how much pain he’s in 😭 and wanna stay quiet to let lando sleep!

ofc he’s sleeping like that, leaving so space in the bed, ofc 😭

awww he still wakes him up ohhh but refusing to tell him what’s up.. ofc stubborn boy!!

but but lando reading him like an open book 👀 not fooling him bUddy 😏

god enough with the stubbornness just let him help fucking damnit 🫣

resting his head ahainst lando’s chest!! biting my fucking fist not to scream!! 🥺

oh oh oh oh sweet caressing to ground oscar and opening up god!!!

he tries to be perfect and so damn afraid of being a mess and weakness to the team… messing up and getting both of the killed omg! carrying so much weight on those strong shoulders 😭😭

oh my god solo mission, i already know it’s gonna be delicious 😂😂

he’s just me not knowing a game and googling it, fully confident it’ll be alright! it never works 😂

damn oscar is invested 👀

lando losing the game while he should’ve won LMAO just peek lando!!

the easiest tricked work on the target yet he messed it up with tripping over his own chair I CANT 😭

ohhh my goood!! falling asleep on lando’s chest cuz he’s too lazy and hurt to move awwwwwww and lando drawing patterns on his back JESUS

and it also helped lando to fall asleep 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

check this out 😈 ch 7, ch 8

[durtystars]

we don't speak up enough about how disgusted, enraged and humiliated liz was in this scene. here she realizes that george was not only parading her around like a prize but that her mother sold her out like a dog by working together with him behind her back, all while she was still mourning francis. i can't imagine how betrayed and hurt she felt, especially when her feelings are so vulnerable. here she was wrapping her mind around being a widow, a single mother, a business partner and an estate owner and manager all in one row and her pimp of a mother and someone she thought was her childhood "friend" was busy trying to control her life even more. and after all this, the writers' decision to still go through with what they did in 2x8 makes even less sense and will remain one of my most hated scenes in the series. the misogyny is so unreal and unhinged when it comes to her.

[rizsu]

the "losing all my innocence in the backseat" lyric is so geto waitttttt 😩

sneaky link geto who's like that guy who haunts the narrative of your love life

⢷ pepsi will never thrive without coca cola. (he ain't shit) geto suguru ꘟ fem-reader.

+ love, ‘su: PAUSE THE CHAT 🗣! geto would def stalk ur very much directed tiktok reposts and reply to them with “u miss me huh” (no beta #writtenassoonasigotthisask)

s-link!suguru who just wanted some quick comfort. he didn't need a nagging girlfriend who'd bother him about his whereabouts, certain messages, or even the not-so-hidden circular bruise at the side of his neck, a little under his ear.

in his eyes, you were — no, you are the perfect match for him. you're everything he's ever needed. you used him the way he used you; one and done. no more, no less. both equally needing the sense of relief and relaxation without pushing for deeper meaning.

s-link!suguru who obeyed the “no kissing” rule. to him, kissing is intimate — it's pure. the intentions of a kiss (in his view) are always romantic and genuine, two things that he's long been stripped of. he also avoided eye contact during the moment. it made him feel vulnerable, like he was ready to give up the persona and bask in your love.

again, you never opposed. if that's what he wants then sure. it's not like you were hoping for anything deeper. ignoring the sting in your chest, you often buried your head in the junction of his neck to shoulder — sometimes biting on his skin to deter yourself away from tears. you don't love him; it's just in the moment. that's all.

unlike what s-link!suguru believes, his friends collectively agreed that he's slowly falling in love. why else would he be aggressively tapping through your instagram stories? why would he swipe to reply with “who the fuck is that” if he isn't your boyfriend?

a monkey who doesn't see his own tail won't recognize his own mistakes, a saying his friends often preach — much to suguru's dismay. he doesn't know where it came from nor why they use it, but he's heard it from time to time.

the men can be heartless, but they have no tolerance for suguru intentionally hurting someone as sweet as you. you've met them, they met you, and s-link!suguru's hand never stopped lingering on your body. “not her boyfriend,” he said.

s-link!suguru eventually acknowledges that he's falling — head first, too. this is against every rule he laid out at the beginning of... whatever you two had going on. so, he didn't hesitate to slowly go no-contact with you.

it was easy to say the least. muting your chat, silencing your calls, skipping your posts — too easy. almost as easy as the first time you let him through your barriers. but he hadn't anticipate your immediate move on. when you finally confirmed that he's beginning to ghost you, you moved on.

did you jump relationships? no, but you did post more revealing outfits and “clubbing” stories.

his bottom lip suffered tremendous damage once he saw what you've been doing. is he angry? upset? jealous that you're in a dress he specifically pointed out that it'd “look hot on you” during a walk together?

it didn't take long before nailsbytrish457 kept viewing your profile. they were within the first few viewers. at first you were weirded out by it — a random account keeping daily tabs on you? time to private your profile.

for some reason, you didn't bother to private. instead, you were set on blocking the account and the other accounts it's attached to. your following count went down by 2. odd, right? why would su_geto be blocked as well if you only blocked nailsbytrish457?

s-link!suguru who gave up the non-existent fight and called you. he didn't care — you were going to deal with him whether you had the energy to or not. minutes into the call, arguing about the fact that he shouldn't be bothered until you hear a car pull up in your driveway.

baffled, you'd say “you're not fucking serious.”

he'd only reply with “open the door.”

in between the cursing, yelling, middle fingers being thrown up every now and then, you found yourself straddling his lap, digging your nails into his neck. you want to injure him — badly — but your mind can't seem to stop replaying the flashbacks you desperately tried to turn into lost footage.

s-link!suguru who cracks a cocky smile knowing he got his way, per usual. it's always like that. you know it too, but you can't seem to do anything about it. at least, he's a call (and an argument) away if you need him.

you're familiar with the warning that your love life will crumble if you don't get him out of the picture permanently, but how can you if he's so consistent yet irregular in your life? he's there, he's not. he's with you for a week, he's ghosting you the next.

a push and pull game you're too tired to care for.

andddd thats it bc im out of ideas 🧍🏽‍♀️ idk how situationships go i've yet to experience real romance in my life BYE. i literally stole my friends' experiences n stories for this #inspo #shoutouttotheirls

[itsthatmff]

helllooo, can you write boyfriends headcanons with other men like flashy flash and amai mask please? ~

IM FINALLY BACK WITH MORE HEADCANONS! writing for these was so hard- it was my first time doing amai mask too- I hope they turned out well 😩

Please keep the requests incoming I’ll try to work through them! I’m sorry for taking so long and Thank you so much for the patience.

Boyfriend Headcanons on OPM men Pt. 2

Fem!reader

Included: Flashy flash, Amai mask, Saitama, Zombie man

Flashy Flash

Having him as a boyfriend sure isn’t for the weak

He’s definetly the leader of the sassy man apocalypse

He takes his night routine SERIOUSLY like you will have a 20 step hair routine and a spa session

He gives great hair care tips though

Lets you braid his hair when you’re bored or does your hair when you’re tired

Gossiping with him is super fun

When he’s annoyed or jealous he scoffs a lot

Tiny bit reluctant over physical affection but his hugs and kisses feel so gentle, you could melt into them.

He goes all out when you’re on your period, like he knows exactly what you need and what to do.

Gifts you hairclips on random occasions !

Doesn’t like you touching his katana cuz he’s worried you’ll hurt yourself.

You get the best dates with him because he knows the best spots, prefers staying at home with you though in case one of his opps are after him.

He does bicker with you from time to time because he knows you too well and can’t be bothered to deal with your overdramatic ass

"Yeah fine we get it you’re just angry because you’re craving some desserts. Stop whining and lets go get it.“

Amai Mask

Might seem like a narcissistic and selfish bastard at first but he really just has issues

As a boyfriend he might not be able to spend much time with you since he is a hero AND a celebrity with a filled schedule

Makes sure to spoil you rotten tho

You get expensive gifts from him on a weekly basis and he takes you out to the best restaurants

He has to be very discreet with your relationship since it could cause him a bad reputation and backlash from the media

Whenever he’s overwhelmed or had a bad day he seeks comfort in your embraces

Feels like you’re the only one who understands him

Genuinely opens up to you and shows you his vulnerable side from time to time

He gets VERY jealous like he better not catch you admiring some other hero

At first he’d laugh it off not wanting to believe such a thing but slowly the jealousy would start creeping up

“You’re mine understood?”

Is just scared of u leaving him

He calls to tell you there’s a new magazine out that features him and wants you to buy it.

Thinks you’re his biggest supporter and likes to brag about you.

Saitama

Dates consist of gaming or getting deals at different supermarkets

I can totally imagine that he’s willing to try some new things at the convenience store with you and do taste tests.

Never rates the food a 10/10 cuz he thinks Genos could do it better.

YES sometimes Genos DOES make dinner dates for you two, he goes all out making a 5 star dinner for his sensei and his girlfriend.

Saitama secretly loves it when you come and sit on his lap as he watches tv.

He may not look like it but he really notices the small details, like he’ll ask if you put on different perfume or shampoo. Does it so sleek too.

He’d lean in to your neck and WHISPER INTO YOUR EAR

"Hm..you smell so good, got a new perfume?“

This guy just knows how to get you flustered

Is very nonchalant about most things, doesn’t really get jealous. (Unless you’re being overly nice to someone that has like really good hair)

“Yo genos. How much do you think a hair transplant costs?”

“Why are you asking sensei?”

“No reason really..” as he GLARES at the guy you’re talking to.

Doesn’t call you often, more like he randomly texts you what he’s doing and if your schedule matches his you both hangout.

Wants to climb up the ranks in order to impress you and loves to tell you about his day when he gets home.

Gets the most expressive around you.

He kicks out Genos when you two need your private time.

Gives the best piggy back rides.

Zombieman

Hands down the best boyfriend out there

He’s so chill about everything

Likes to take you everywhere with him, especially on shooting ranges, coffee shops or jazz bars

Respects your boundaries a lot, if you don’t like the smoke from his cigarettes he’ll try not to smoke around you, if you’re a smoker yourself he always looks forward to smoke some with you.

You both have a very casual relationship, there’s no awkwardness at all nor the cheesiness and pampering

That also includes physical affection. Cuddling on the couch or holding hands seems natural to you.

As nihilistic as he is, he can’t hide whenever he’s jealous.

“Was it fun chatting to that human?” He’d ask whilst pressing down the last remaining of his cigarette onto the whiskey glass. He wasn’t upset, more like curious of what you saw in another man.

Only calls you in the evenings after he walks you home. Likes to hear your voice before he goes to sleep.

He loves to get you roses

Asks childish emperor for advice on what to get you. Doesn’t even realise himself that he slips in your name in every conversation.

Is the kind of boyfriend that is happy enough to just watch you from afar.

Never ever gets aggressive with you. In fact you’ve never seen him angry.

Likes to polish his guns while you sit on his lap.

[senditothemoonn]

Been thinking about an au set in the 60s where they are both musicians…

‘63: Arthur is part of a band, and Fran is a solo artist. They meet for the first time when they’re both starting out. Arthur is on tour in Paris and they run into each other at a club. It's hatred at first sight, they totally get into a loud, obnoxious, messy argument in front of everyone and end up in bed together. After that they're inseparable.

'64-5: they're in love 🥺 so naturally they've gotta start writing songs together about how much they love each other and performing them all over the world. But also they're fruk so naturally they've also got to write songs about how much they hate each other, trapping themselves into performing them together Stevie and Lindsey style (Arthur will never get away from the sound of the woman who loves him 😔)

'67: it all gets too much and the on again off again it couple of the 1960s breaks it off permanently!? 😩 Sometimes amazing makeup sex is not enough to sustain a turbulent relationship and between all the fighting, typical rockstar shenanigans, and infidelity(?!(maybe)) they decide to go their separate ways once and for all.

'68: that didn't last long. They're not back together but they're talking again, slowly reconnecting...Arthur has some cheesy yet soul shatteringly open love song for Fran in the form of an apology because even after all these years he can't just say what's on his mind, that would be far too vulnerable. Is Fran convinced? Does he still have enough love left for Arthur to accept his apology?? I haven't decided yet but yes probably.

[hurlingdown]

I read a fic a while ago about Omega All Might.

It was the fucking hottest shit ever.

All Might is of course the No. 1 hero, he has all these responsibilities and secrets. He’s never allowed to get close to people, which means whenever he goes into heat he has no alpha to take care of him ☹️☹️

Toshinori thinks of a different Alpha every heat, he’s not close to anyone so he takes advantage and fantasises with the scents and appearances of Alphas that grab his attention.

It just so happens his latest Alpha is also the new teacher at UA. Just an absolute unit of a guy. And Toshinori is fucking embarrassed.

Not even 3 days before, he had been fucking himself to a whiff of your smell - imagining your fingers reaching deep inside of him, imaging your knot catching his rim as you fill him with babies he knows his injury forbids him from having.

And he can’t help it.. he’s fantasising about you while he helps you plan and teach. He’s watching your lessons from the hallway, aching when your sleeves roll up and you preform the sexiest villain takedown move he had ever seen - it had him checking his pants to make sure he hadn’t leaked clean through.

Though he’s pretty sure when Midnight shoved you both into the janitors closet you can smell him going into pre-heat.

There’s something so sexy about both versions of all might, the big buff version that isn’t used to giving up control - blushing terribly when you kiss his neck, outright refusing to sit on your face in fear of breaking your neck (BREAK MY NECK YAGIII) and you have to pull him onto your mouth to finally shut him up.

And his skinny version, he’s self conscious,he thinks he’s disgusting and wrong and worthless.. and you kiss away his worries, slow and meaningful sex that makes him feel as good as saving people does. You make him feel loved without having to prove himself..

And even a darker thought.

Villain reader catching him off guard, seeing him leave All Mights office - thinking he’s someone close enough to warrant the number one hero’s attention - and Yagi is torn between transforming and getting the hell out of here and just playing along to not reveal his identity.

Though you’re not actually hurting him? You’re quite kind, musing to him, feeding him, petting his hair and loosening his ropes only slightly when you see him wince in discomfort. He’s thoroughly confused.. until you start fantasising out loud of what you’d do to All Might - how you’d fuck him, how you believe he’s taste on your tongue, how you’d test to see how many fingers he could fit inside of him, maybe your whole hand!

You’re a creeper, hellbent on fucking the life from the number one hero. And Toshinori is sat there, slack jawed, and embarrassingly hard.

I just. I just want him so bad 😭😭😭

Don’t even get me started on the weird Student/Teacher dynamic (18+ I’m not a weirdo) I want with Mr. Aizawa 😩😩

- 🐉

Thank you for letting me get that out Hurly Swirly

i'm going to be needing that omega! all might fic you found. i swear, all of you are opening my eyes with these thirsts.

all might practically drooling and leaking uncontrollably in his underwear watching you being busy out there taking down villains is so hot. toshinori is no small guy (lmao) but you make him feel small. seat him on your lap or face with your cock nestled deep inside or your tongue shoved into his rim, and show him that all of this is light work. you can take him easy, it doesn't matter if you're sparring or fucking. grab his hair while you're pounding into him from behind, and whisper in his ear all the dirty, brutal things you want to do to him. fold him in half, bend him over the couch, spank his ass till it bruises, make love day and night till he's all sore and overstimulated.

he might be the strongest hero out there, but in your arms, he needs that vulnerability only you can give him.

[reidsweetener]

Spencer and his bau!secret wife😩🤍

you barely interact with eachother when it's work hours to keep up the farce; settling for the few and far between gazes, and the accidental hand brushing when you pass by the other as a tender gesture of assurance or simply for comfort.

the rest of the team were clueless, despite their talents at profiling; they were not a match for spencer's insistence and his determination.

spencer's fear of the world knowing about your relationship wasn't entirely unfounded— no matter how much he would have loved to let the world know of your importance in his life; your safety takes precedence over everything.

he was all too familiar with the dangers of your jobs, and the threat it imposed on both your lives if the information makes it to the wrong hands. because he knew, if your life was on the line, he'd set the world aflame if it meant your safe return in his arms.

yet it was inevitably brought to light when a certain unsub targetted the bau team specifically because they were cloee to capturing him; every dark secret uncovered and plastered all over the internet in a twisted expose.

it became public knowledge, and was sensationalized around quantico. reid was both livid and relieved; now you were vulnerable and put into such precarious position, that he could throttle the man. how fucking dare he? spencer can think of a million ways to make him disappear and become food for the fishes, just out of pure spite.

but he was relieved that his bau family knew; there were a few upset remarks, and choice of words some(morgan) said to him, but ultimately, the team was happy that they've found their happiness and comfort within eachother!��💖

now you can freely express your affections towards eachother (to a minimum; hotch wants you to keep it professional in public🤭✨✨) and when you're at the confines of the office, during dinners or downtimes, you're perched on his lap, his chin on your shoulder as you joke around with the bau. or you're holding hands walking. or he lays his head on your shoulder on the jet, attempting to take a nap.

you're so domestic and fluffy that all the women coo in secret, and exchange pictures of you in the groupchat doing something sweet!!🥹🥹💖

[moonlight1110]

My Best Friend, König

bestfriend!König x reader ; college!au

Your best friend, the person you trust the most in the world to protect you, and most importantly, be there for your needs <3

Tags: afab!reader, König x reader smut, throat fucking, blowjobs n shit, smut to fluff, far from canon König, quick read, college!au, secret lovers, aftercare, no german aside from the petnames bc i dont wanna embarrass myself, not proofread

Notes: exams are done so i can finally shake sum asss 😩, i have so many ideas i wanna write for simon and konig im going insane, but expect that in the next few days or weeks, love yall <3

You were always known as the loud mouth. The most bubbly person anyone's ever met, and it was often meant as a compliment. You always knew how to light up a room the moment you walked in and it just seemed like no one ever had anything bad to say about you.

It seemed like you were able to catch anyone's eye, and that was reflected by the amount of attention you got whenever you would walk around campus. Turning heads and whispers followed you whenever you went, and that was especially true in your classes. But with your extroverted nature, it was a question in everyone's mind why your best friend was the total opposite of you.

König was your best friend, it was like you were both attached at the hip with how you never went anywhere without him to the point that people thought you were a couple. You two would debunk these rumors of course but that just showed how close you two were.

König was quiet, introverted, and intimidating, he was like the perfect bodyguard and that was one of the reasons you loved being around him, because of how safe he made you feel and how he always made sure you were okay, of course it was natural that you'd return the favor.

"K-König... Wait..." A soft moan slips past your lips, you can't hold it in with how good König was fucking you on his tongue right now. He chuckles, humming against your weeping cunt as he pinned your hips down on the mattress, one hand digging into the flesh of your hip as the other rubbed circles right on your twitching clit.

"You want me to stop, meine Schatz?" His voice dripped with desire and cockiness, knowing he was the only one who could see you in such a vulnerable and fucked out position with your legs trembling and draped over his shoulders as he ate you out and fucked you open on his tongue and fingers.

"No... No, don't stop!" you cried out helplessly, tugging at his hair. He growled, sliding his tongue out from your cunt with a satisfied moan from the pressure building in his scalp.

"On your knees, let me fuck that pretty mouth, meine Liebe..." He groaned, gently pulling your hand away from his hair and kissing your palm as he led you off the bed and on your knees in front of him, making space for you between his legs as he stroked himself in front of you. Up and down, slowly.

He was big and it made your mouth water as you inched closer on your knees. You couldn't help the small gasp that slipped when you slowly wrapped your delicate fingers around him.

"That's it... You know what to do..." He chuckled, intertwining his fingers with your hair to encourage you while he looked down at you with a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Scheiße... Such a good fucking girl..." König's voice seemed to deepen at the feeling of your soft hands slowly pumping him, his grip on your hair becoming just a little bit tighter as he moaned your name, throwing his head back in ecstasy.

You could feel the heat pooling between your legs when König looked down at you, his eyes blown out with his lip between his teeth and it was clear he was resisting the urge to buck his hips into your mouth, force his dick right into the back of your throat with the way you were doing such a good job for him.

When you slowly wrapped your lips around him, he moaned breathlessly, his shoulders slumping at the feeling of your warm mouth around him. You couldn't help but close your eyes as you started to take him deeper, it was just too much, but he didn't like that at all.

"No, no... Keep your pretty eyes open... Keep looking at me..." He tugged on your hair lightly, forcing you to wince at the pressure but you followed his words of course. When your eyes fluttered open, you were met with the sight of König's chest heaving softly, his mouth opened just a bit as he groaned.

"Ja, that's it... Good girl..." He chuckled, humming as his grip on your hair softened, replacing it with a gentle massage on your scalp as you took him deeper, keeping your eyes on him the whole time.

Your started to bob your head in a steady rhythm, pumping the rest of the length you couldn't take. König, as much as he tried his best to keep his composure, was a mess for you. His chest was heaving and low growls would rumble from his chest every once in a while when his hips would buck into your mouth ever so slightly.

"Can I fuck this pretty mouth, baby? Please..." He pleaded as if he was even waiting for an answer, almost sounding like a drawn out whine when he started to buck his hips into your mouth, he just couldn't help himself, he couldn't resist you at all when you looked so pretty for him.

Your hands found purchase on his thighs, nails digging into his flesh as your eyes rolled into the back of your head when he started to push his cock deeper into your throat, making you gag on him.

"Feels so fucking good, Liebling... I can't help myself..." He moaned as he threw his head back, he was getting rougher now, giving you his cock deeper and deeper as he whispered his praises, telling you how good you are and how much he'll reward his darling after he's done.

Your jaw was starting to hurt, and despite his early instructions, you couldn't help but close your eyes as he pushed your head down with a deep groan. Your fingers were digging into his flesh that you were certain it'd bruise by the morning, but even with how your jaw was starting to get sore and with how your tears were staining your cheeks, you just fucking loved it.

"Shh, shh... You're doing so good, Schatz..." He cooed with a mean chuckle as he wiped your tears away with his thumb. What a gentle man your friend was, carefully pulling your head from his cock as he praised you. "Breathe, baby..." He whispered as he caressed your cheeks, letting you catch your breath as your hands relaxed on his thighs.

"Sorry... I couldn't stop myself..." He apologized after a few moments, carefully picking you up from the cold floor and onto his lap in a bridal position almost. "Was I too rough, Liebling?" He whispered affectionately, gently caressing your thighs as he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek as you nestled your head against his shoulder.

"Nothing I couldn't handle" You laughed quietly, relaxing in the warmth his body provided while his hands soothed your thighs and hips.

"You're right... You did so well, like you always do" He chuckled against your hair, kissing your head with a hum.

"Let me take care of you tonight, darling... You deserve it"

[jayden-killer]

can you write realistic miguel x a civilian male! reader? like how would he react when other spider people find out that he's with a guy? would he deny and try to avoid his boyfriend in front of people? what would be his thought process dating another man? how do you think they'd end up together? (I have a lot of questions haha)

It's my first time writing a male!reader and I'm scared I messed up the request😩😭I still hope you will like it, I realllyyy tried my best!🙏

Reminder that requests are open at the top of my profile!

Miguel with a civilian male!reader.

•You and Miguel both met when he worked at Alchemax. You were both colleagues. Of course, you didn't know he was Spider-man at all, you discovered it by yourself: his strange disappearing, his not-so-normal behaviour...

•And that's why one night, in a bar, sharing a beer, you said all drunk: "I know you're Spider-man, Miguel." He paused, then widened his eyes and laughed. Taking a big sip of his beer, he said: "Now you gotta keep the secret, huh?"

•But that's not the only secret you two shared. Two more beers and then you found yourself kissing in the bathroom of the bar, Miguel's hands on your waist and tongue down your throat. So, you discovered you weren't just colleagues lmaooo.

•Dates went well, incredibly well. Miguel was happy for once: he finally had to be happy, and he wasn't going to ruin another good thing in his life. He wasn't even going to hide his relationship with you. Hell, why would he?!

•He doesn't have problems dating another man. Gender laws to him are not a problem. If a person makes him happy and likes him for what he is, then he'll fall, slowly but hard.

•Miguel proudly has a photo with you in his lab, in the Spider-Society HQ. There's you, hugging him from behind, while he has his hands on yours, making you jump on his back, all happy. Whenever a Spider enters his lab, and notices the photo, he wouldn't care. Nope. Who cares what the Spiders think of him? He's happy, and that's okay with it.

•if there are any homophobic Spiders in the Society, he's going to take care of it personally. Spoiler: it won't go too well.

•He enjoys cuddling and holding hands BUT only in private. He has a high reputation, and doesn't want to be seen as cuddly and vulnerable by all the members of the Society. Though, doesn't mean he won't spoil you etc.

•He loves cooking for you, doing your laundry, and cleaning because I think his love language is acts of service.

•But, if you leave a kiss anywhere on his face In public, he'll go R E D.

"Conejito, tengo algo por ti."

Your eyes moved from the newspapers to Miguel's soft smile. What could it be? Wait...why he has his hands behind his back?

He removed his hands from his back to show a bouquet of colourful flowers, and that's when you found yourself by him, taking the gift and sniffing it. It smelled like heaven.

"What...? W-Why this? It's not our anniversary, is it?!" You panicked a bit. He chuckled, shaking his head and taking one of your hands. "No que no lo es, amor. I only wanted to make you a little gift." To Miguel, your smile was enough to be the most beautiful gift ever given.

He placed a kiss on your lips, titling his head so you could intensify it. You thought about how Miguel changed these months with you: he looked happier, healthier...

"You’re the best, Miguel."

"Because you bring out the best of me."

[luffyvace]

HIIII hru !!! may i please ask for some feitan fluffs hcs 😩 i love this tiny man with all my soul

IM DOING GOOD!! YES YOU MAY!!! I ACTUALLY HAVE SUCH A DEEP ROOTED LOVE FOR HIM I DONT TALK ABOUT HIM OFTEN ENOUGH💥💥

(omg this reminds me i’m supposed to be doing the whole troupe and chuuya x male reader- i’m so all over the place but the point is another dabble of feitan hcs will be here in the future! 😋)

also ooc/fanon him since this is fluff :)

tw: death…and torture (i use “unalive” instead of d!e/k!ll)

alrighty so you said fluff headcanons and it’s highly likely you’ll get fluffy feitan if you’ve known each other for a long time (since meteor)

i’m going to dabble in reader that is both in and outside of the troupe because i can :)

so for reader that’s in the troupe first of all no pda

hardly any weakness was displayed besides sadness/anger or mourning (and some funny moments)

theres no need for cuddles during business

unless your like uvo and simply don’t care

then it annoys the crap out of him <3

it’s not like he doesn’t want your affection—just not in public

will cuddle you in private tho

y’all usually sit there in silence or read together

he can be a little spoon or big spoon it doesn’t bother him

he tries his best but he’s never let anyone else so close to him before

if you introduce something to him and he likes it he’ll do it back

because why would you do it to him if you wouldn’t want it done to you right?

im gonna assume you have either a apartment which you unalived the owner of or y’all live in meteor still

he’ll let you choose really he doesn’t care where you stay

he’d even unalive a high status person to steal their mansion if that’s what you want

your obviously strong and have some sort of nen if your in the troupe so he doesn’t bother worrying

although if your like kortopi he’ll stay vigilant for you

even though you can use nen to defend yourself as well

btw if your not a pda person the troupe is grateful

aint no body wanna see allat-

he doesn’t know how to cook or clean and since your both from meteor so i hope you learn or already know how

otherwise y’all eat what y’all can when y’all can

whether you steal a five star gourmet meal or just wait for the next opportunity like a vending machine

i don’t advise you ask for a pet by the way

he’ll tortu£ it and i’m not talking about strapping it down or anything

just purely scarring them 😭

if you be firm about him stopping he will

unless it’s a big scary dog or smth

then he’s more likely to take em under his wing and train them to be vicious

will scare people with said animal

for stay at home reader…. (most of these also apply for troupe reader<3)

i say stay at home bc with his portion of money you could buy anything you want

if you tell him what you want u can get it for free cuz he steals it

but

if you want to take a bath together it would take more than a god to convince him

seriously he sees no reason in it

once you do tho

at first he is on one end of the tub and your on the other

as time goes on he’ll let you lean back into his chest as he scrubs your hair

he lets you play in his hair

don’t tell ANYONE

he don’t like vulnerability so if you tell someone he won’t do it for like 2 weeks

you think he’s never gonna do it again until you crawl into his lap while he’s reading on the bed and ask really sweetly

he’s all yours after that

HIS HAIR IS SO FLUFFY!!

and yes he lets you play with it :)

you get to put it into all types of styles!!

especially since it’s a decent length!

not really interested in playing in your hair

he tries but the rubber band always ends up tangled in your hair

if you kiss him goodnight he will start to initiate it as well

thats one thing he will forever reciprocate

loves your humor

no matter the type

but he especially loves when you laugh at his dark jokes

youve seen him smile before 💖

warms your heart knowing no one else gets this side of him

not judgmental of your looks for obvious reasons

yall got bigger problems

dismisses anytime you degrade yourself

he be speaking facts

”the way your hair looks gonna unalive you?”

”your pimples will st^b you while sleeping?”

no? you goofy goober so why does it matter

don’t argue him on this

genuinely doesn’t like the idea of you being hurt

by him or someone else

dont expect anyone who does harm to you to see the tomorrow sun

even if you plead for them don’t waste your breath pleading you need to be saying goodbye

real loyal partner

as loyal to you as he is the troupe

you and the troupe are his forever commitments

no matter what he could never stop loving you

you guys practically never argue

hes not necessarily hotheaded but will say what’s on his mind and if someone disagrees he does it anyway

thing is he compensates with you💗

if he knows your nitpicking he ignores it but if it’s genuinely something you don’t like he won’t fight it

also he cleans up well if you don’t like to see blood/gore in your place after he’s done t•rturing someone

he respects and listens to your opinions and feelings

would love if your a sadistic person as well but he understands if your not

also if your not in the troupe he teaches you nen

only the troupe knows your together and where you stay for your safety

your safety is definitely on his priority list

truly cares about and loves you

enjoy!!!! i’ll prob come back and read my own hcs bc I LOVE HIM

thank you for this request i loved writing every letter of it♡

[nymphomatique]

what’s the aftercare like with nerd miguel? 🥺

please please i need to know 🙏 i’m yearning 😩

i feel like this is so needed cause i always skip out on aftercare in my writing (aftercare is sex!! v important)

but i feel like miguel just likes quality time after sex. like just lay in each others arms, go out for a drive together and just sit and listen to music, or even cuddling and watching tv. the little things yk? i also feel like he loves being kissed. just smooches awlll over and words of affirmation!! telling him how good he made you feel makes HIM feel good, yk?

and miguel is my precious gentleman so ofc the aftercare is 100. after his fucks u within an inch of your life, he’ll always clean you up, bring you a glass of water, change the sheets if u need to, bring you a spare set of clothes, anything you ask for. but i really feel like he’d love to take care of you in the shower. the hot water just cleans you both down after a hot session, and mig doesn’t even have to have you ask when he grabs your wash cloth and scrubs you. it’s just so intimate, yk? cleaning you all over, and maybe you would even clean him, washing eachothers hair, just letting the water be a place for vulnerability.

i too am a yearner for a relationship like this nonnie. the dating pool is sparse 😔

[raisedbythetv89]

OK.

ALRIGHT.

It’s official…I’ve gone insane but it’s all their fault for being such insanely talented actors who gave so much nuance to their performances

I hadn’t given this moment in “Crush” the attention it deserves but the reason it’s so important is this is the first time Buffy lays eyes on Spike after Dawn tells her Spike is completely in love with her and Spike is literally at her house charming her family and planning to ask her out on their first date NOT date aka the biggest and boldest move he has made in an attempt to move them from enemies to lovers

She’s been going on and onnnn about how sick and wrong it is and how freaked out she is about the idea of “the slayer” and “the slayer of slayers” in love since she found out BUT THEN SHE ACTUALLY LAYS EYES ON HIM AND SEES HIM FITTING PERFECTLY INTO HER FAMILY AND LIFE AND MAKING HER MOM SMILE AND HER SISTER FEEL NORMAL AND SAFE and she has this like soft shocked bewilderment and she’s looking to him like “care to explain why you’re sitting on my kitchen counter rn?” (them having secret conversations with just their eyes in front of her family makes me insane 😩) and not one single look of disgust that she’s been claiming to feel all day because she’s surprised and therefore her guards aren’t up

And he’s got his terrified deer in headlights look he gets every time he first sees her unexpectedly 😭

and it’s SO CUTE because he is so terrified and he knows this is lunacy and the idea of them is insane and makes no sense but still in his heart of hearts he is a brave, vulnerable romantic. Shooting his shot just like he did with Cecily because “fella’s gotta try” compared to Angel who stalked her for over a YEAR before introducing himself and was the most wishy-washy, bread crumbing mother fucker when it came to actually being with her and Riley who had to be told he liked her and then had to get a bunch of help from Willow before he even made a move. Riley and Angel are genuinely both cowards who want to play the hero but never truly had the courage to do so which is why they always infantilized and shamed/guilted Buffy into being smaller to make them feel bigger which is the CORE of why Spike is literally the only one of all of Buffy’s romantic interests worthy of her because of his bravery, despite knowing with the utmost certainty he will fail and get hurt over and over again, that doesn’t stop him from trying anyway. He’s the only one brave enough and tbh crazy enough to love Buffy Summers in the ways she both needs and deserves.

And I SWEAR the softness in her gaze and overall demeanor of dazed bewilderment and considering what she’s seeing in front of her just gives off this vibe to me that a part of her really likes the scene she’s walked into, the part of her Dawn represents that’s considering, again (but now with new light because I think she’s already considered it after “Something Blue”) what her life would be like if she dated Spike. It’s this TINY MOMENT of her girlhood that still exists under her slayer armor shining through - she’s seeing her (forbidden) crush after finding out she’s his (forbidden) crush too and he’s in her kitchen!! Making an effort with her family and he’s so CUTE and laughing and she basically classic Buffy swoons over a cute boy for just a second before her armor is back on and it’s actually too much for me

AND SPIKE uggghh 😭 he shifts sitting up taller like his inner William standing up when his lady walks in combined with his punk persona that meets every challenge head on but always with a bit of attitude and swagger. Already ready for the battle that is William the Bloody trying to love The Slayer.

This tiny moment of unspoken communication and body language perfectly encompasses what they both bring out in and give to each other and I’m obsessed. Spike brings out the abandoned young girl who is soft and vulnerable and just needs love and support and Buffy gives our brave, big-hearted, protective warrior looking for his place of belonging and people finally worthy of his love that he can care for and protect.

Am I insane for writing all of this about a 2 second clip? Yes, yes I am but this moment is IMPORTANT and it happens so quickly yet it contains so much and completely backs up what I already knew about this episode which was that the only reason Buffy was making such a big deal about Spike being in love with her is because she’s VERY attracted to him but that was so much easier to ignore before she knew the feelings were reciprocated. If she didn’t care about Spike she wouldn’t care about his feelings because they would be of no consequence to her but now…. her crush on her mortal enemy that’s killed two slayers wasn’t a big deal because it was literally never gonna happen…… suddenly could happen and she was SO unprepared for how to handle all of that and so overcompensating the entire episode and beyond 😹😹😹 because also it’s been well established how perceptive Spike is about how people are doing and what they’re feeling so when he says he knows there is something between them he’s not being delusional he is right on the money which freaks her out even more because how could he know about something she didn’t know about herself AGAIN 😹

[qin-qin16]

Throwing my shyness for the sake of my fave pair,,, horrordust 🙏😩 anything you can do, i will eat it. Thanks.

[HorrorDust, bunny coded dust, domestic intimate, fluff (unless…), this ends up becoming another freak post]

note: this took so long omg

As comforting as it was, Dust couldn’t hide the grunt of his vertebrae.Horror suddenly stopped, his tongue still sticking out – a small thread of saliva connecting it to Dust’s damp forehead.

“Is something wrong?” Horror asked, tilting his head slightly to meet the bicolored lights of the other.

Dust shook his head, gaze unfocused, his small eyes directed downward, unable to meet Horror’s. “I don’t like seeing you like this,” he confessed, his voice so soft and hoarse that Horror had to lean in closer, his cheek brushing against Dust.

He didn’t understand. Like what? Horror gently pressed his skull against Dust’s, a silent plea for him to explain further.

“Vulnerable.” Dust finally murmured in response, nuzzling their heads together, his cold cheeks brushing against Horror’s while carefully avoiding the large wound on his skull.

A deep laugh reverberated through his ribs, surprised by Dust’s answer. “Vulnerable? How could I possibly be vulnerable?” he purred as Dust’s slender fingers began to glide over his vertebrae in a gentle touch.

“I could cut your throat with you this close,” the purring paused for a moment, caught between his vertebrae as the gentle touch shifted into a weak grip, wrapping around his bones like a collar. “You wouldn’t even see it coming before turning to dust.”

Horror finally noticed those red orbs — both gleaming, illuminating his face just as his own dim light lit up Dust’s body.

“You’d be just another minor consequence of my pursuit for LV,” he said, tightening his grip and feeling Horror tremble beneath his fingers.

But when his gaze returned to that large red eye, Dust was startled to see Horror’s black pupil: so dilated it nearly filled the entire eye socket.

“That would mean I’d be with you forever,” the purring came back, even louder, as if Horror approved of Dust’s words. “Drenched in your magic for eternity.”

And as romantic as Horror’s dark words were, Dust couldn’t bring himself to act on them. 

Not when the skeleton in front of him purred so docile against his face.

[distopea]

“What a strange concept, infinity.” Oliver hummed, bathing in an attention that felt strangely so welcomed; no, deeper than that, it was needed. “Because once we swear that infinity binds us together, then it fades to routine and boredom. We’re not infinite. Otherwise… Well, we wouldn’t be here at all. But maybe I’m wrong. Maybe we are.” He smiled, gently, chestnut irises following the curves of Raum’s face. He reminded him to be careful for what he wished, but truly, after all their adventures and tantrums, he couldn’t even hope for Oliver to behave.

He was past beyond the limits of decency when it came to Raum, always defying the odds to grab a bit more of his time, of his eyes, of his heart and perhaps his soul. 

Here though, for once, he didn’t feel rejected in his own growing needs. Usually, he could feel whenever Raum was shifting mood; the sudden realization in his eyes was always there. Oliver was used to the hit and the venom of his words, and he braced himself for another tempest. After all, swallowing poison would make him insensitive at some point… Perhaps that was the only way to survive Raum, right here? However, as he was so certain to be right about it, strangely, he couldn’t read the same emotions in the irises of his lover.

There was something else right, something he had never perceived before, or had pushed himself to never witness. It was a hesitation, a vulnerability that was rarely - if not ever - exposed on Raum’s side. Something in the gleam of his pupils that was more a vow of weakness rather than an affirmation of power. Oliver swallowed thickly as he listened to his words, tainted with another meaning, another hidden message… 

“Surely, we’re not children anymore.” He whispered back, his fingers still exploring his blond locks with devotion, feeling the silkiness of his strands right against his palm. Raum never looked away, never shifted… But once Oliver had the sensation, he could open his mouth and swallow him down his throat, bringing him somewhere he was so afraid to go. It was power, and it was equality. It was everything he had desired right there, offered on a silver tray, and yet he was so hesitant to take it. He had dreamt of Raum’s vulnerability for so long, praying to whoever would listen to have it for himself and use it as a weapon, to be revengeful and bitter… To make every word and every action his solemn agony. 

“Raum…” Oliver called, his name heavy on his tongue. He inhaled softly, dragged himself closer because, truly, where could he ever escape right now? He adored the sensation of his palms upon his skin, those very ones who had bruised him, hurt him, so many times before. He rubbed his forehead against his, gave another kiss, then another one. He was a fool to believe that he was a master of revenge, even more of a fool to try at this instant to tell himself it wasn’t love. It was their own definition, their own curse, their own world. It was their burden since they were both children...

“If you believe I can’t see beyond your mask, then you’re even more of an idiot than I am for saying those words…” 

Feelings were like rocks inside of his throat, and his heart was pounding. He forced himself to move away, just enough to look at him in the eyes, both of his hands gently pressed against his cheeks. Right there… Right there, he saw that he was naked, with no mask to contemplate anymore. Oliver shivered before he pressed his lips against his, again, again, again… It was poisonous, but he couldn't contain his own urges. 

“Raum… Raum, you have to understand. Surely you must already know..." He caressed his skin as if it would fade away, his whole body covered in goosebumps as he knew he was about to reveal himself. “Whether there’s nothing but rotten wires underneath your perfect mask, you have already shown me.” He answered, brown and blue meeting again. 

“We’re not kids anymore.” He continued, unable to look away. Brave for once. “You saw a whore, and I saw a torturer. You could have made my life far more complicated with one snap of your fingers. I could have been killed.” He kissed him again, more fervently. “But despite all those rotten emotions, your pride and your wrath. Despite your selfish need to have me as your pet, if not your friend, and then sometimes your lover… Despite everything you could have done…” He closed his eyes, brought Raum’s hands to his face to kiss his palm.

“Didn’t you always choose me? Am I not right here… With you?” Oliver murmured. “The only thing you are still hiding is your desire to have me by your side…” 

/ @cantuscorvi

“From now, until when? Or would you like it ad infinitum?” Eyebrows raised, and a soft huff of amusement left him, the usual sardonic look appearing on his face for a brief moment. Raum wasn’t blind to the effect his attention could have on others. He even understood that Oliver found it hard to bear, despite how he selfishly ignored that fact — and he doubted that Oliver truly wanted it indefinitely. Usually, it was just a matter of time until they were at one another’s throats again. Regardless of the unusual spirit of their current meeting… in the future, why would it be any different?

“Careful what you wish for,” Raum murmured, the corner of his lips tilted upward dangerously. Still — no matter what thoughts had run through his head, Raum didn’t look away. Truthfully, he didn’t dare to shatter whatever fragile moment of sincerity had miraculously appeared. They were in uncharted territory now, and some isolated, obscure part of him yearned to try and bridge that chasm between them that never seemed to shrink.

Blue eyes flared with delight under Oliver’s soft attention on his face, Raum’s lips parting slightly when his fingertips mapped the upper. The selfish sentiment he expressed; his hunger for Raum’s attention, plucked at a string in Raum’s subconscious. It almost itched, like poking at an old scar that had never truly healed properly.

When did you become the one looking away, while I still feel my heart pounding if your eyes are not solemnly for myself?

The scar — intimacy: a few whispered words like this, a gentle touch, a certain look, the right person… Whether he knew it or not, Oliver had cast out his line with impeccable bait attached, and Raum was circling his hook.

“We aren’t children anymore,” he replied simply, a fact that should seem like the obvious conclusion of what had happened to change them both. “Life continues. We mature and we add baggage. That’s all.” An understatement, but a necessary one, otherwise their conversation would never end. Surely both men had been through countless circumstances to end where they were now. It was easier to rely on the facts than to try and untangle that knot where their messy lives intersected.

Raum shook his head, confused on how Oliver could consider him to be uncaring because he was able to look away; when even he himself could perceive how profound his obsession with the other man had become. All this time, Raum had felt himself chasing Oliver’s shadow. Right from the very start. Raum booked their first appointment. Raum chased him when he didn’t call. Raum acted ignorant in front of the Cleaners. Raum ran for him when he was injured. All the while, greedy for him, lying for him, killing for him. He still couldn’t understand it? Just because Raum didn’t say it aloud? Because if he did, he feared it would flood out of him like thick black paint and never stop?

“I’m not —” Raum inhaled, and for once, hesitation coloured his features for what he was about to say. I’m not afraid. The way Oliver looked at him — a smile, open and sincere yet so small, rueful, anticipating rejection — it ached. A sad little shadow of the radiant boy he had once known. Perhaps he was right. Raum did want to look away. Desperately he wanted to, alarm bells ringing in his mind to find a distance where he wouldn’t have to face that feeling. His fingers curled a little tighter around Oliver’s, and he forced himself to stay, swallowing his sentiments before speaking again more calmly.

“Like I said. I’m not looking away, now.” A kiss, a touch to the forehead. The hook on Oliver’s line was slowly sinking into Raum’s cheek. His eyebrows furrowed, a bizarre knot-like feeling building in his throat the longer the conversation continued.

“And if there’s nothing for you to find?” His eyes finally closed, forehead pressed up against Oliver's. Raum’s voice was close to a whisper when he replied. “If there is no underneath. Just…”

( ugly, flawed, dark sticky threads and layers, hard to separate from the other parts of himself, shards of glass stuck together with tar. )

“More of what you already know. Would you still care to see?”