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[unidentifiedlyingobject]

Ineffable May Day Two: Naked Man Friend

Azi's always had naked man friends (gn) ever since the beginning of time

[schrodinger-swriter]

Hello! I'd like to request fluff prompts 7 and 15 for Lute please

Prompts 7 and 15 with Lute

I know I've said it before, but I truly am surprised there's so many people interested in Lute! Obviously not a slight against her or anyone who enjoys here, but I feel like I'm writing more for her than characters that tend to be more popular, aha! I can see the appeal, though!

That aside, I hope you don't mind me making the two prompts related... does it count as related if it explores the same scenario but the roles are swapped?

I hope you enjoy, Anon! C:

UNREQUITED LOVE:

She had misread you, thinking that you had harbored the same feelings she had for you. She had risked everything... well, no. She hadn't, at least not to everyone else. She puts her duties to Heaven above everything else...and in her mind, asking you to be her partner would put that at risk. Her time, or her job as a whole. Yet, she still took that leap. She was so so sure... and yet here you are, looking at her and shaking your head. Clearing her suspicions. You were only being friendly with her, making sure she was taking care of herself. She had misread your platonic concern for something more.

It makes her sink deeper into her mentality, pushing harder to be the very best exterminator. Anything to bury that guilt and shame. Guilt for even trying to stray from her job, and shame for the rejection. You and her grow distant due to this. Though, she doesn't treat you to any cruelty.

OH...:

On the flip side, what if the roles were reversed? What if you thought her softening around you was a sign that she was beginning to catch feelings for you, as you had done for her? You were so excited, too, this goofy grin on your face as you poured your heart out. She doesn't let you finish, not well versed enough in letting people down gently. She very clearly states that her time and life is devoted to her job as a soldier, she spares nothing. Not even your feelings. You can see her pause for a minute before doubling down, she noticed the broken look in your eyes. The only thing you can offer is a soft and defeated "Oh.." as she finishes the rejection. She tries to continue on the friendship as if nothing happened, not fully aware of how badly she had hurt you. At least, not yet. Oddly enough it would be Adam who let's her know that what she did was kind of.. fucked, as he would say. Only then does she make an effort to make things better, but it's too late.

[flowerismi]

Hazbin Hotel thoughts...

The Morning Star Family

Spoilers!

Despite what we see at the ending of episode 8. I still want to belive that the Lilith who Lucifer fell in love with, who is Charlie's actual mother, and the one who made her song fill Hell with dreams and hope, isn't the Lilith we see sitting by the beach.

I still believe in the theory of Eve at some point taking Lilith's place. For all we know Eve and Lilith could look almost identical, and Lute only called her "Lilith" to hint that Eve now had to go down and convince Lucifer and Charlie that she is Lilith and to not continue the Hazbin Hotel.

I mean seriously! I just can't accept this women in these pictures is a cold hearted evil bitch who would leave Lucifer and Charlie for a place in heaven! 😭💕

The way Charlie describes her mother in the first episode, I simply can't believe that Lilith would leave a place which, in Charlie's own words, "... meant a lot to her." (Lilith).

I want, and hope that the Morningstar can be a family again like in the picture. I do believe that the real Lilith did leave Lucifer because he had become someone she didn't recognize anymore. He wasn't the man she fell in love with anymore. He had lost his will to dream, and well... Got depression...

BUT! Charlie changed that! She made her father open his eyes and allowed him to dream again! She did that! And I want to believe that Charlie will bring her parents together again! 🥺❤️

I also don't think that Lucifer ever had anything romantic or sexual with Eve. I think he just wanted to mess with Adam, and hinted at the apple he gave Eve. Which of course let to free will. Which perhabs made Eve leave Adam??? I mean Adam has sex with whoever right? He said that himself in the first episode. So it would make sense that Eve left him perhabs? But that Eve and Adam still share hate for Lucifer and Lilith. And maybe Adam and Eve work together? Who's to say...

That leads me to my fear... What if at some point... Lucifer is going to die... Either to save Charlie or perhabs the real Lilith. I think it's pretty clear that as it is right now. Charlie is no way near as strong as Lucifer... Supposedly Lucifer is the second strongest, only next to God? And perhabs Jesus? If they're part of the show at all?

Of course Lucifer couldn't take on all of the elder angels. So he was cast to hell with Lilith.

But Lucifer is my favorite character!!! I mean come on! He's adorable! And I think I have a weak spot for goofy characters that actually is the strongest and most powerful in the room hahha ❤️

But it's a typical move in stories, for the protagonist to reach their full potential, their mentor have to die or at least be weakened... I'm just so afraid ahhhhh!!! Please don't kill him off Vivzie!!! 🥺

I MEAN LOOK AT HIM!!!

You can't hurt a face like that!!!

Me "PROTECT HIM AT ALL COSTS!!!"

[ask-team-misfit]

(Anon-Serperior@Lief and Finninkuo.)

Okay, for Arcues's sake, can you two please quit flapping your maws and let the big lady get a word in before I vine tie them shut for you?

Anonymous asked: This is going to be a long day, isn't it?...

[ ID: A grayscale bust drawing of Lief slightly angled away from the viewer towards the left. He looks particularly carefree or playful, winking with his right eye. He's blushing slightly, with the blush shown in color. Lief’s appearance is as described here. End ID ]

Lief: "Well that depends on the kid. Don't expect her to listen, though."

[ ID: A grayscale bust drawing of Fenninkou oriented similarly to the previous image. She's glowering with a generally serious expression. Fenninkou’s appearance is as described here. End ID ]

Fenninkou: "Just admit you're up to no good already!"

[ ID: A grayscale bust drawing of Pikavee oriented similarly to the previous image. She appears somewhat concerned or timid, and her eyes are downcast. Her ears are drooped down. Pikavee’s appearance is as described here. End ID ]

Pikavee: "B-both of you, this is way too much…!"

Imagine being literally anyone else and overhearing this right now, while sheltering in place. This would be Rue's experience, back in the cafe.

Usually hesitant to interfere in such things, seeing the extent of her partner's stubborn bravado, let alone seeing her be involved at all, eroded her usual discretion.

She sighed deeply. She moved from beneath the table to leave the cafe, stopping only to glance at Adam and Eve and pardon herself.

[ ID: A grayscale bust drawing of Rue oriented similarly to the previous image. Her eyes are half-lidded in a wary, otherwise displeased stare. Rue’s appearance is as described here. End ID ]

Rue: "Excuse me."

thepersonaking56 asked: Percy's Lucario *Hits the fennekin's head* "Stop it kid. Just let them through."

pknerd-chimera asked: (@/pokege-ne-project ; Neo-Ka) Ugh, this was starting to get on her nerves from what she was overhearing. Annoying as hell is what this is. "Oi, ya knock it off already!" They gave a smack behind Fenninkou's head, just enough to hurt. "What's it, just y'all's job to argue loud 'nough for everybody to hear?" They seemed paticularly cranky, but Neo-Ka's look made it obvious they didn't give a shit.

[ @pokege-ne-project ]

Whatever sort of tangent Fenninkou may have went on next would be interrupted by the above. Upon being bopped on her head not once but twice, she winced and stopped short.

Fenninkou: "GAH! Ow! Why me?!"

Pikavee gaped a bit with shock, looking over Fenninkou with worry.

As for Lief, he didn't even try to hide it. He guffawed outright at this display.

Pikavee: "L-Lief! This isn’t funny…!"

Lief: "Oh, it’s not funny–it’s hilarious!"

[ ID: A grayscale bust drawing of Lief oriented similarly to the previous image. He has a really goofy face with an exaggerated smug grin, somewhat resembling the “c:” emoticon. End ID ]

Lief: "Even these good folks are getting sick of your shit, you stubborn kid!"

Lief howled into another fit of erratic laughter, doubling over and then falling outright, lying on his side and clutching his stomach.

[ ID: A grayscale bust drawing of Fenninkou oriented similarly to the previous image. She's fairly shocked. There’s a sweat drop on her left cheek. End ID ]

Fenninkou: "H-he started it! You should be helping me get rid of them!"

Lief: "No, no. You got in the way. I gave you an ultimatum. One that you ignored multiple times."

Having said this in between his chortling and snorting, he sat up to look at Fenninkou again.

[ ID: A grayscale bust drawing of Lief oriented similarly to the previous image. He's smiling cheekily, resembling the ":3" emoticon, and otherwise looks relaxed. In addition, his mouth is open. End ID ]

Lief: "But by all means, keep being in the way and see what happens."

Pikavee: "P-please stop fi–"

[ ID: A grayscale bust drawing of Fenninkou oriented similarly to the previous image. She's really riled up, her eyes narrowed in an angry glare. End ID ]

Fenninkou: "THAT'S IT! Rematch! Right now!"

Lief: "So you really WERE still mad about before!"

Once again, Lief burst out laughing. Fenninkou appeared absolutely livid, as if at any moment she’d strike first.

Pikavee: "I-I only wanted to ask for directions…!"

Rue: "ENOUGH! Please!"

When it seemed like a literal fight would take place in front of Pikavee despite her pleas against it, it was Rue’s shout that made them pause and look over.

She was marching towards them. Her tails, usually calm in motion, were quivering with pent up energy as she walked.

Fenninkou: "Rue?!"

Rue: "Everyone should be ashamed of themselves… this isn’t any way to treat fellow Pokemon."

[ ID: A grayscale bust drawing of Rue oriented similarly to the previous image. She appears visibly angry. End ID ]

Rue: "And Fenninkou, what in Hecate’s name are you thinking?!"

[svnoohe4rts]

lee heeseung is so pretty, so gorgeous, so beautiful, ethereal, he is perfect, the closest thing to perfect one can encounter, his eyes hold stars and galaxies, they are so deep u can get lost in them, they always sparkle with makes his perfect face light up, from his eyes to his cute nose and lips, his pouty lips with the most stunning cupid’s bow, his pretty neck with that jaw dropping adam’s apple with just looks absolutely delicious, and his whole body proportion, an actually model, with lean but broad body, and his manly but also somehow soft hands, don't even get me started on his voice, its like an angel decided to become a singer, everytime i hear him singing my brain tingles and he is  also so soft spoken :(( the way he speaks and use analogies to explain things, he is so funny and silly, a big goofy baby, which cares so much for his members and is always so grateful for opportunities and he is so hard working, a perfectionist, always giving his best to show his cool side and make his performances seem like its the last one - giving his all everytime, i just love him so much :(( i hope he is always shinning and happy

-heebabies, is this relatable, please tell me it is. im drunk thank god for autocorrect w

p.s me from the future - 11:49, 20.02.23- i was insane BRUHHHHHHH LMAOOO, i hope this gonna come through

honestly, drunk mf heetiddies was SPITTING FACTS when she wrote this . the way i agree ON EVERY SINGLE THING U JUST SAID sometimes it freaks me out how perfect he is??? it shouldn’t even be possible for a human being to be so …. PERFECT ???? like that’s the only way to describe him i fear,,, :( our beloved hee deserves nothing best the best & i hope he spends every single day of his life with nothing but pure happiness <33333

[hms-tardimpala]

Catching up on Raw 30/9/24

I can dig Jey Uso, but I'm decidedly not a fan of the yeet gimmick.

Oh, Bron Breakker face turn? Either way, this was a nice display of fair play. I liked that.

Is it just because I'm not a native english speaker and I don't hear it right, or is Xavier Woods' name really pronounced "Axavier"?

I'm really looking forward to Raw going to Netflix, if that will put an end to commercial breaks in the middle of matches. Hate that.

Oh nooooo I'm so sorry, Rey! And Xavier looked so sorry he pulled the mask off too 🥺 I'm all for Xavier winning some matches, but not like that. It's like he can do nothing right lately, poor dear.

I'm Shayna Baszler scowling at Sonia's hand on her shoulder. No-unauthorized-contact-butch energy. I think she's my favorite in the PFC.

"This referee understandably distracted" no??? The pretense that referees have never seen a wrestling is the thing that annoys me in kayfabe. It's so frustrating!

The Braun/Bronson monster movie clip is goofy as fuck but once again I love it, it's spot on. Wrestling is supposed to be fun!

So I've already watched the Punk and McIntyre promo and blogged about it, so I won't say much more (or...), but man. The cage coming down! Such drama!

"To get to saturday, we have to make it through tonight" very stressed Raw manager Adam Pearce taking it one day at a time, good for him 😆

I'm happy they repainted the cage, I didn't like the red one.

Nice to see Punk can climb the cage a little.

Oh he looks so fucking good tonight. Oh my.

Now Drew doesn't do it for me physically most of the time, but the tux and hair are gorgeous.

I won't say again what I've said this morning. The promos are very good. I'm eating this up. What I will reiterate is that this feud achieved two things: 1) it gave me confidence in CM Punk after his return to WWE, 2) it got me to like Drew McIntyre.

"Wade, there is nowhere else to go here" yep I agree 100%, Joe. They built this story and escalated the feud in such a way that it cannot end anywhere but in a Hell in a Cell. There are no bridges left, they've all been burned, no more discussion possible.

R-Truth is a ray of sunshine in Raw, it is indeed good to have him back 🥰

They don't have to do much to make me hate the Judgment Day, I really hate the constant interference in matches. I hate cheating.

I want an intergender match between Rhea Ripley and Dominik Mysterio, even though it'll never happen.

Ugh American Made. Do we have to? 😓

Cool english-japanese Damage CTRL address. I like how politely they went about it "We are challenging you to a title match." bam wham thank you ma'am.

Oh Xavier. What are you doing Xavier. I'm with you anyway, but what.

Happy to see the Awesome Truth in the ring! But what is Karrion Kross doing...

WHAT THE FUCK MIZ. HOW DARE YOU. I HATE THIS BASTARD.

Someone hug R-Truth please 😢🥺

Bronson Reed and Braun Strowman understood the assignmen, wow. I hope that guy in the front row is okay though.

"Not, not Pearce!" Yes Pearce!

What a huge fun mess! The ring collapsing was expected, but this is just so much fun.

Aww Bronson lost, too bad. But Seth is back, and I'm willing to see more of him.

[atmymercy]

Hello !

May i have a reading?

i wanna have a reading my future spouse's character and their appearance.

Thank you for your kind !

my Initial-T.K/Capricorn

have a nice day!

hello tk! you may! you may! aww thank you for kind words! let's see.

for you #1, i got the 2 of cups (reversed), two of wands & judgement.

omg... haha! and then hound dog started to pay... i fucking cannot deal! this is hilarious! your spirit guides are just spilling the tea and it may or may not be on your future spouse's lap! haha! so as a young person, your spouse is quite the... hound dog. they like to go out and party a little. your spirit guides are now saying 'too much!' here! They may or may not be a bit judgmental of your future spouse because they are not someone they would have chosen for you, but that's okay! lol sometimes you got to rile up those ancestors, don't we? lol you have free will for a reason, honey and i'm loving that you choose to do it on love! good for you! (omg now they called him a goof... i just... omg i can't lolol this is hilarious!) so yeah they are a bit harsh on them and most likely a male since i said him before without meaning to there. lol interesting! so you think he's hilarious while they think it's goofy... omg anyways, here's the thing you need to know about his character. for you, he stops all that shit because it's like one day he realized it's you and the others just don't fucking compare! it was always going to be you for him so all that shit that your spirit guides worry aren't a real worry with you! start over by zach zoya & benny adam started to play. you make him realize there is sometimes a reason to everything and you are his. awww!

for you #2, i got the queen of coins, knight of cups & temperance (reversed).

omg! okay so your future spouse is somebody who is obviously very comfortable around the ladies as mentioned before and this shows in his appearance as well. you know when you meet a man who is comfortable and in touch with his masculine and feminine side. this is your man! this shows through in his mannerisms and how they dress. very comfortable. not afraid to rock colors and they have very nice brown hair for sure! omg and his color matches underneath too... what the fuck! lolol his drapes match his carpet... i don't know why that is needed but a female voice whispered that... your husband must be fucking attractive as shit if girls are going around whispering about him. and here's the thing, he's totally one of those guys who knows he looks good! lol you know when they have that extra confidence like their mom talked them up a lot! lol he's that! plus a cute little frowny face. very tall! but not a whole lot going on up top! at least it seems like that from the faces he give from time to time! also if he grows a beard, he gets red patches in it lol he likes to wear yellow quite a bit. a bit muscled for sure too!

hope you enjoyed it! please give feedback or buy me a coffee when you can! if you want to explore this further, please consider a private read as well. also thank you for sharing with me!♡

love & light!

-tea

as always, my rules & info are in my pinned post if you're interested in a reading of your own!

[beef-brisket]

Lucifer: Adam-! Come with me, we can hide away somewhere- wait for them to leave!

Adam: babe, you don't understand, hunters don't fucking stop, they'll never stop hunting.

Adam grabbed Lucifers arm and started to drag him through the large lounge, Lucifer couldn't help but look around, this is where they first met. His memory was quickly interrupted as Adam picked up speed, the knocking and yelling getting louder. Adam pulled open a door, wish led outside.

Before lucifer could think of begging Adam into coming with him, he heard him scream- a very manly scream- and blood. Adam stumbled back, the arm that grabbed Lucifers went to Adams shoulder.

Lucifer backed away from Adam and the door- what the hell just happened-?

Lucifer looked towards the door and saw a tall, younger man, with red tinted glasses. He had a sick looking smile- who the fuck-?

Alastor: well, hello gentleman~

Alastor flipped his dagger around, so now it faced behind him.

Alastor: sorry for the intrusion Adam, but I didn't know you had guests-! Not only do you have some lovely ladies at the door, but you have a news reporter here! Doing a piece of how to be an arrogant cock-head, are you sir?

Adam: Alastor- get the fuck out-! I have enough to deal with- I don't need your goofy ass, as well!

Lucifer looked between them, why did this man have a knife? Why did he hurt Adam? He could hear the hunters start to break down the door.

Lucifer: a-adam please-

Lucifer started walking towards him but was stopped as Alastor pointed his knife towards him.

Alastor: uh uh, old chap, you stay right there, right where I can see you~. Adam and I have some unfinished business, and judging by the commotion at the front door, we don't have much time-

Adam couldn't believe how much this hurt, he's been stabbed before but this was different. Fucking Alastor, he had to pull his shit tonight- he had to get Lucifer out of here.

Adam: A-Alastor, man, please- just- let Lucifer go- let him leave-!

Alastor: hmm, that's a good idea~. But we had a deal Adam, and you're yet to complete your side of it!

Adam: fuck... look- I'll do it- just let him leave first

Alastor: I've given you many chances Adam- I even gave you my address but you never came to visit~.

Adam growled at Alastor, fucking bastard. He'd been meaning to go see him- he just didn't want to.

Lucifer: Adam- what's happening- you is this person?!

Alastor: Alastor Lebeau, a pleasure! And you're Lucifer, if I heard right? Interesting name~

Lucifer: thanks. Now, leave Adam alone or I'll-

Alastor: HA! You have no say here, the adults are talking! And if Adam doesn't hurry up and TALK, that little mixture I made will start feeling very unpleasant~

Adam: what mixture-? AHG-!

Lucifer watched as Adam fell to the ground- shit! He started to run over to him but was stopped by the tip of Alastors knife pressing against his neck.

Alastor: hurts doesn't, my dear Adam? You might recognize the sting- holy water. I heard you vampires hate the stuff~.

Adam: f-fuck- what do you want Alastor-

Alastor: you know what I want, Adam. You know very well, what. I. Want.

Adam: y-you can't be serious- I've never turned anyone before Alastor. Even though you're a complete asshole, I don't want to kill you!

Alastor: it's not about what you want- it's about honoring our deal! I bring you fresh bodies and you turn me!

Lucifer: ... fresh bodies?

Alastor: ah yes~. Maybe you've heard of me? The bayou butcher- at your service~ or at least I will be, once I deal with this little bat~.

Adam scoffed, Alastor hadn't called him that in years, not since he was in his late teens, at this moment he regretted saving Alastor from that hunter when he was a child. He should have let the fucjer shoot him.

Adam: y-you stopped bringing the bodies to me- I have to find your damn left overs- in the fucking swamp!

Alastor: I stopped because you weren't delivering on your end! And it's a bayou! Not a swamp! And damn it, Adam! I don't make deals lightly- as soon as I knew what you were- I didn't tell anyone! I haven't! But... I see we have a change in circumstances~

Luicfer was too absorbed in Adams bleeding form that he didn't see Alastor making a bee line for him. The next thing he knew, he felt Alastor pressing into his back, which a knife at his neck. His neck was going to be scared to hell, if he ever makes it out alive.

Adam: Alastor-! Don't! Please!

Alastor: give me what I want Adam! Right now! Or little Luci gets a new hole to breve out of!

Lucifer: A-Adam!

Lucifer glaced towards a front door, that hunter was making good work of it, she was nearly able to get her whole spear through. But that was good, they still had time.

Adam: fine! Okay- shit! Just let him go- and I'll turn you...

Alastor: about time~. But don't get any funny ideas you two, or you won't like what comes next!

Lucifer watched as Alastor walked over to Adam, and crotched down infront of him, knife digging into his chest but not hard enough to leave a mark. Lucifer could see how much turmoil Adam was in, between this fucking guy- who hasn't stopped smiling! And those crazy bitches at the door- he knew he had to do something.

Adam could handle Alastor, and while they were distracted, he'd go deal with the hunters- somehow. He'll think of something.

Adam didn't see Lucifer run off,m but he heard him, he sighed in relief knowing he was getting away from this shit show. He's never turned someone before, and even though he didn't care is Alastor died, he wasn't looking forward to drinking from him. He knew the type of shit this crazy fuck eats.

He cupped Alastors jaw, trying to be as sensual as possible, that's just his way- even though he hates this freak, he wasn't going to be rough. As he bit Alastors neck, he heard him groan. He couldn't help but think back to that night with Lucifer, he's never lost control when drinking before. Even know he was fully aware- of how rotten Alastor tasted.

He could feel him getting weak, so Adam used his other hand to cup his back, and lower him to the floor. He could feel his heart getting weaker. He's only using his own turning experience to guide him. When he was 23, all those tears ago. His heart slowing almost to a stop ,before he felt blood drip into his mouth, his mother's wrist above his mouth.

Alastor: w-what are you-...

Adam: You're weak, you can't stand on your own, don't worry, I've got you Al.

Alastor could feel his eyes drifting shut but he wouldn't let them, he needed to see this, to make sure Adam keeps his word.

He watched as Adam bit his wrist. This was it. Finally, he felt warm blood drip into his mouth. It was the sweetest thing he's ever tasted. And he's tasted the blood from here all the way to the other side of the country. Nothing has ever tasted like Adam before.

Adam: i-i fucking hate you Al- but I can't help but love you. You were like son to me, you know- I'm sorry I didn't keep my end, I was just scared. I thought if I kept away, you'd stop murdering, and focus on something else- maybe putting your full time into that radio show

Alastor: m-my... show? You... listened Adam?

Adam: of course I did! Even though you hate my taste in music, you'd always play a few songs at night, you always thought of me. Even after I stopped seeing you... you have no idea what that means to me

Alastor: I-I thought... I did something wrong-

Adam: well yeah, you're kind of a murderer...

Alastor: o-only t- the bad... ones

Adam smiled, he held the man as he got weaker, he'd have to die before being reborn as a vampire. He may not like Alastor but he wasn't going to leave him. He looked at the front door. Fuck, one of the hunters was reaching her arm in, thankfully she couldn't reach the handle. It won't be long- he's just happy Lucifer got out. That's all that mattered.

Adam: Only the bad ones, Al.

Adam looked back at Alastors face, he took his glasses off and placed them on the floor. He could already see his eyes changing to that deep red. But he could also tell that Alastor was dead. He sighed and moved him to the floor, and pushed him into the corner, hopefully away from the hunters vision. As unpleasant as the stab wound was, he could handle the pain, he stood and slowly started to head back towards the hunters.

Adam: I don't want to hurt you guys. Please leave... this is your final warning.

Vaggie: spare me the chatter, parasite! Open this damn door- now! And I'll make your ending swift!

Adam: HA! yeah- no, that's not happening, bitch

Charlie: Adam please, let us at least talk to you-

Adam: talk!? You see what your partner is doing, right?! He even landed a hit o me! In my own fucking house! You have no adam-damn business here!

Vaggie: adam-damn? It's god damn, fucker!

Adam: I'm the only God here cunt! One look at my dick and you'd be on your knees worshipping me!

Vaggie: I'm a lesbian, fuck face!

Adam: hm- hot.

Vaggie: hot!? You're sick! I'll parade your head on my end of my spear for the people to see! I'll gut you! I'll skin you alive and make a fucking jacket out of you!

Charlie: Vaggie! Stop!

Adam: I like this think I'd make a great pair of pants-

Vaggie: shut the fuck up!

It was after a few more powerful hits from Vaggie, that actually managed to break the door off its hinges. Adam couldn't deny that he was impressed, bored but impressed.

Adam: about time bitch! Come on then! You fucking have me!

Vaggie held her spear high, about to charge, when a ripping noise came from Adam. Charlie and Vaggie stopped what they were doing and focused on him, Vaggie still ready to attack though.

They couldn't believe it as Adam began to transform, he tore his clothes off, his skin becoming white, almost luminescent, his teeth and claws grew longer. But the biggest change were the large, white bat-like wings that grew from his back.

He got into a defense pose, ready for whatever attack the hunters would through at him.

Vaggie and Charlie had never seen anything like this- no vampire has changed into anything other than a bloody mess. His eyes felt like they were burning a hole into them.

Adam: you have no idea how hungry this form makes me~

Lucifer: Adam...? What...?

Adam stopped his crazed look and turned to Luicfer- the fuck was he doing here?! He left- he ran!?

((Hi- so- I didn't realize you wrote something for this so I'm sorry that it took me so long!

You're probably wondering what the fuck happened to Adam- and I'm glad you asked! His form is based off Dracula's brides from the Hugh Jackman Van Helsing movie! When they're flying around of course. I tried hard to describe him looking like them- but it you need a visual definitely look them up! I love their designs, it's such a cool take on the vampire look. So yeah- that's all from me-

Sorry if I added way too much in this- I was just excited 💀

Okay-bye!))

Hiya! It's me! I've been sending you so many asks that I wouldn't be surprised if you gave me a restraining order!

I made an account so I can actually participate in some of your rp things- if that's okay with you of course.

I sent you the ideas for the succubus, deadpool x wolverine and bimbo!au's, I sent others but I'd need to go through my memory, which would take all night.

Anyway- I have a new au idea for you! I think you'll like this. It's basically a gothic vampire!au.

I'm going to attach screen shots because I've already written it out and for some reason Tumblr doesn't let you copy and paste (it's already 1am where I am and I don't want to have to write this out all again, so I'm really sorry if this'll be annoying for you 😭).

Continuation--

Adam: it's rude to stare, you know. How did a kid get in here?

Lucifer jumped at his voice: I-I'm not a kid!- I'm 30 years old!

Adam: really dude? What are you? 5"3?... you didn't get the long straw when it came to genes, huh? See what I did there?

Lucifer sighs as the man chuckles to himself.

Lucifer: uh... that's... not important- a-are you the owner?

Adam stares at Lucifer for a few seconds before taking a sip from his glass. Lucifer watches his every move, he feels like prey- are those fangs??

Adam: I guess you can say that.. my names Adam. Even though I think the asshole who broke into my house should introduce themselves first- but I'm in a good mood today!

Adam stands and pulls a chair infront of him.

Adam: Here man, have a seat, might as well make yourself comfortable.

The way Adam smiled and watched his every move made Luicfer shiver. He walked as calmy as he could to the chair infront of Adam. He sits, eyes never leaving Adams deep red ones.

Lucifer: I'm Lucifer- and I apologize for the breaking and entering. It's uh, not the best first impression.

Adam: wait- Lucifer? Like the Devil? That's sick. And I'm not one for first impressions, but you've certainly made an entrance, buddy.

Lucifer: Yeah, like the Devil, blame my father for that one-

Adam: I ain't judging man! I think it's cool, everyone has such boring names these days, it's nice to be surprised, nothing surprises me much anymore.

Adam runs his clawed hand through his hair, eyes never leaving Lucifers face. He notices as his eyes travel down to his chest, where his shirt has opened a bit more. Adam smirks, leaning forward, giving Lucifer a better view.

Adam: I would offer you a drink, but I think you want something else~

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That's all I have! I hope this seems interesting to you 😭

Feel free to continue it, I'll try and participate to! It would be my first time doing these rp type things, so I'm sorry if I'm a bit all over the place lol

Okay- bye!

Ahhh!! Thank you for all your amazing ideas friendo! This too is amazing 🤩

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Lucifer felt a little called out, this man was so good looking he felt like he was trapped in a trance.

Lucifer: I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-

Adam: Pfft it's fine, I get it. I know I'm hot shit and I don't mind you looking. In fact.

Adam leaned in closer until his hot breath ghosted over Lucifer's face.

Adam: I wouldn't mind you doing more than just looking.

He grinned at the way the blonde man's face turned bright red at the implication. Humans were always so easy to work up. And man this one was easy on the eyes as well.

It's been a while since Adam had a visitor. Even longer since he had a rendezvous.

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MANDELA CATALOGUE VOL 4 live reaction (spoilers obviously?!?!?)

MY HEAD IS EXPLODING THIS SHIT KINDA FREAKY 😭 THEY GOT LIVE ACTION NOW TOO UHHHH MY LORD GABRIEL IS WEIRD ALSO IS IT JUST ME OR DOES ADAM'S VOICE SOUND A BIT DIFFERENT?? UGHH I'M GETTING BAD VIBES FROM HIM UGHHHHHHH WHY HE ACTING LIKE THAT 😭😭😭😭 SOMEONE GET JONAH UP IN HERE PLEASE I MISS HIM 😭😭😭 SARAH HONEY LEAVE WHILE YOU STILL CAN GET AWAY FROM THIS BLEACH BLONDE M.A.D HAVING CREEPASS 😭😭 OH NO OH NO NAH SARAH'S LEAVING NOW THANK GOODNESS BUT THAT MEANS JONAH'S DOING THIS SHIT NOW (okay here i thought it was like a blast from the past but nevermind it's following chronological order) oh okay we looking at uhh dms rn also jonah's right 25mg fucks anyways ADAM RESPOND TO EVELIN 'jonah bailed and i'm pretty sure he's dead or something' HAVE SOME EMPATHY MAN CMON WASN'T THAT YOUR HOMEBOY 😭😭 'OKAY WAIT let me say the good news' adam there is NO GOOD NEWS AFTER THAT 😭😭😭😭 MAN WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T THINK IT WOULDA BEEN A BIG DEAL YO BESTFRIEND GOT HIS ASS MERCED 😭😭 ADAM STOP WITH YOUR EMO ASS 'i don't have friends' I CAN DAMN WELL SEE WHY MAN CMON 😭😭 yknow what this bitch is either an alternate or a sociopath because like. why?? 'NO WONDER EVELIN LEFT YOU' OKAY DAMN SARAH damn who's smooth ass voice is that thatcher that you?? i'm sorry why does his hair look like a party city wig 😭😭 okay shit this monologue is really good alex kister has come a long ass way OH SHIT THE DARKNESS FOLLOWED HIM HOME IS THAT A. MARK HEATHCLIFF REFERENCE???!?!??! this is so fucking CREEPY AHJBDIUOCIUIB wait is he like flatmates with his alternate or sum?? DAVE LEE THANK THE LORD 😭😭 OH SHIT SARAH GETTIN FIRED??? AHHH OH MY GOD THATCHER'S ALT LOOKS SO FREAKY WTF WTF UGHHHH WHY HE LOOK LIKE THAT okay whoever voices thatcher has a very soothing voice he should do asmr or meditation videos or sum 😭😭 OH NO THATCHER DON'T CRY DAMN THIS ACTOR IS GOOD AS ALL FUCK GOOD GOD oh my god adam this memorial video is ASS what the FUCK oh this boy is definetely an alternate i swear if he's actually this much of a dickhead...... OH SHIT HOUSE FOOTAGE oh my god jonah's middle name was EDMUND???? wait huh are these voices speaking spanish 😭😭 nevermind that's english whoops goddamn these actors are saying these lines with they whole chest oh no FACE STUDIO??? that's bad news oh my god who would ever use this please god tell me this bombed on release day..... AHHH freaky ass shit oh my god 😭😭 i'm fucking hiding in the comments oh shit dave and thatcher on the PHONE this sounds like they're breaking up 😭😭 oh man lord what is that melody OH SHIT IT'S.... GABE?? I'M ASSUMING OH MY GOD IT IS IS HE BRITISH HE KINDA SOUNDS LIKE AN ELF. NAH I'M SORRY DAVE LOOKS KINDA GOOFY HERE 😭😭 GABE LOOKING WEIRD AS PER THE USUAL OH SHIT WHY IS THE ALARM GOING OFF oh my god this shit is so FUCKING FREAKY AHH GOD IS THAT STANLEY?!?!?!? AHH OH MY FUCKING GOD HE'S LIKE HIS FUCKED UP DAD GOOD WHAT STOP STOPSTOP NO OH MY GOD HE IS AN ALTERNATE

well..... that was a fucking rollercoaster??? ngl i kinda miss the og style 😭😭

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𝙿𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜 & 𝙿𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚃𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜

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𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍: (ANON) Ohhhhh I want to send in something too! 😍 sorry for another Bucky one but he stole my heart. So he’s your boyfriend and you’re just a normal civilian but you barely saw each other lately (missions, your annoying office job), so he decides to surprise you. He sneaks into your apartment and prepares a pillow fort, makes your favorite dinner and all and when you come home it’s all just fluffy and you cuddle and enjoy your time together? 🤗 and if you liiiike maybe a little proposal 🤭 thank you so much

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: super fluffy smut, like ew lmao, pillow fort sex,

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: timeline’s fucked teehee; whew, man i’m so scatter-brianed right now y’all i’m so sorry for being so crazy thanks for baring with me yall love you lots, my little bugs xx

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You walked through your apartment door huffing in frustration. Today at work was very annoying. You applied for the position of Chief Operating Officer; it’s basically the overseer of the company, you would essentially make sure everything’s in visual working order. You felt confident in the position and you showed integrity and potential to really excel in the job. 

However, on your way home passing the parking lot to get to your car on this fine Friday evening, you noticed a little commotion going on in your boss’s car. The CEO. Let’s just say you figured out why he’s been so lenient to your competitor. 

You threw your purse on the couch and kicked your shoes off. You went into the kitchen and grabbed a nice cold bottle of water. You went back into the living room after turning the light on and sat comfortably on the couch. 

You pulled your phone out and decided to call Bucky. He was probably super busy on his mission but you gave it a shot anyway. You let the phone ring but no pick up. You sighed but sent a message saying how much you loved him and miss him. You and Bucky had been together for years. You had been through everything together. 

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky sat adorably underneath his makeshift fort that he created in the middle of your bedroom anxiously waiting for your arrival. He heard you walk through the front door and became super antsy and excited. Practically squirming like a child under his makeshift pillow fort.

When you didn’t come into the bedroom, he grew a bit worried. His phone suddenly rang loudly and he muted his phone lightning fast. He paused for a second waiting to see if maybe you heard it before he declined your call. Not long after he got your message and his heart ached for you. He loved you so much he couldn’t even put it into words.

You shifted on the couch again ready to turn the television on to distract you from all the craziness in your life so far. 

“Why didn’t you come to the room?” Bucky said, coming out from the darkness.

“Buck!” you gasped in fright. There was a brief moment where you two stared at each other motionless before you smiled and started giggling as did Bucky.

“What are you doing here?” you laughed. 

“I have a surprise for you baby,” he led you to the bedroom. When you opened the door wider your mouth dropped in awe at the gesture before your eyes. 

“Is that a fort?” you smiled.

“Yeah, come on,” Bucky pulled you underneath.

There were blankets and pillows under a large white sheet with hanging lights. He pulled a small basket filled with snacks and candy and your smile grew wider. You cuddled under the blankets and you pulled out your laptop to watch movies together. 

During the movie Bucky’s hand wandered under your shirt and as hard you tried to focus on the movie, you just couldn’t think about anything but his warm fingers tracing your skin. You peaked up at him and Bucky’s eyes were trained on the screen in front of you.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck and you could tell Bucky smiled at the gesture.

“I love you, baby,” you whispered.

“I love you too,” he rubbed his hand up and down your back. 

You hiked your leg over his waist to lay entire on top of him. Bucky chuckled and rested his hands on top of your hips. You just gave him a cheeky smile biting your bottom lip while you played with his hair.

“What is it baby?” he asked you.

“Nothing; work’s been kinda rough,” you said.

“How come?” he asked, making you huff and sigh loudly; he chuckled as he prepared himself for your upcoming rant.

“Well, I applied for the COO position because I really enjoy working for the company and the owner is very friendly and the environment is great. I thought I was gonna get a fair chance to get the position; I feel like I really have the skills for what it takes to help run this company. But I noticed that the CEO, the owner’s kid, seems to be very adamant about hiring Jess,” you explained.

“Jess? She doesn’t strike me as someone who wants to be Chief Operating Officer,” he chuckled.

Although Jess was somewhat intelligent, not in an insulting way, she’s made it clear to many coworkers that she doesn’t enjoy her job too much. So it was surprising to hear when she applied to compete for the position as well despite the previous complaints. Well now considering why she did it in the first place, you applaud her ambition. After all, all chiefs were expected to work alongside and closely to each other. 

“She’d get to and is practically already ‘working’ with Daniel,” Daniel being the CEO’s name.

“No,” Bucky gasped in disbelief.

“Yes,” you chuckled.

“Oh, well. That doesn’t seem too fair.”

“Well, no, but I don’t know. I mean she has every right to date our boss; I just wish his decision wasn’t being affected by that, you know?” you said.

“I totally get it,” he cupped your face, “You’re gonna get the job, baby. I just know it.”

“Thanks, Buck.”

Bucky kissed you gently and your body relaxed onto him. His hand trailed up your shirt and sent chills down your spine. The hand that rested lightly on your face wrapped around your neck as Bucky slowly flipped you over and towered over you. 

He kept kissing you softly and your hands sneaked under his shirt, your finger tracing the contours of his muscular torso. His hips settled between your legs and you could feel his prominent bulge poking at your core even through the thick material of his jeans and your pants as well. 

Bucky released your lips and traced his nose along the curve of your jaw line and down your neck. He licked and sucked gently on the spot that made you gasp and moan and marked you leaving a dark purple and red hickey for you. 

His hand went under your shirt as well but ultimately just pushed it up and over your head tossing it behind him as you two were still laying under the fort. His lips pressed against your chest before capturing one of your nipples in his mouth. His tongue circled the perked bud before sucking and releasing your nipple with a lewd pop. 

He kissed you down before coming in between your thighs and curled his fingers over your pants pulling them down when you lifted your hips for him. He didn’t ignore the wetness that was spread around your pussy, bringing a finger to circle your hole. 

You hips wiggled and your walls clenched around nothing, desperate for him to insert a finger and fuck you. You looked down at him with furrowed brows and your bottom lip between your teeth; your expression silently begging Bucky to do something. He smirked devilishly and leaned down to lick your clit ever so lightly making you groan in frustration and need. 

“Bucky please,” you whimpered.

“Please what baby?” he whispered.

“Bucky, please do something, anything.”

“You gotta tell me exactly what you need baby,” he taunted.

“Bucky, use your fingers please; fuck me.”

He pushed a flesh finger passed your folds but you didn’t want that.

“Not those, please,” you whispered timidly.

“Oh, you want my metal fingers? Is that right?” you nodded shyly.

“Words,” he commanded.

“Yes, I want your metal ones,” you said shakily.

“As you wish, my love.”

He moved his flesh fingers and spread your folds before bringing his metal finger up to your entrance. When you pushed in, you hissed at the cold feeling of them inside you but you loved it. Bucky leaned forward again to lick your clit and made your hips jolt against him, making him chuckle at the reaction he pulled from you. 

“Oh, Bucky, that feels so good,” you moaned.

“You're doing so good baby. Taking my metal finger so well. Think we can add another?” he kissed your inner thighs.

“Ugh, yes!”

“Good girl.”

He brought another finger and inserted easily slipped passed your folds as did the first finger. His lips wrapped around your clit and he sucked making you practically scream in pleasure. You breathed heavily whining as you got close to your release. Bucky’s tongue circled your clit again quickly this time as he could tell you were very close from the way you clenched and throbbed around his fingers. 

“Buck, I’m gonna cum,” you whined.

“Let go, pretty baby. I want to see you gush all over my fingers,” he said, his voice raspy.

You moaned as your legs shook; your stomach contracting as you came. Bucky lapped up everything that flowed from you and crawled out the small fort to strip completely crawling back in with a goofy smile on his face.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered.

“You are too,” you said tiredly with a smile.

“No you,” he challenged.

“No, you!” you giggled.

“I fucking you so much,” he smiled widely from ear to ear.

“I love you too,” you teared up.

“I don't know what I’d do without you,” you whispered.

“Well, it’s a good thing you’ll never need to know.”

Bucky’s hard dick poked at your entrance and you were both eager to please each other. You lined his cock and slowly Bucky pushed himself in pulling moans from you both simultaneously.  His hips molded against yours like a perfect puzzle piece as he bottomed out.

You tugged on his shoulders silently asking him to move. He moved at a swift pace, his hips slapping against yours making indecent and almost pornographic sounds that echoed in your apartment. Your moans didn’t help to diminish the filthy noises.

“Fuck baby, you’re gonna let everyone in this building know whose fucking you this good? Let ‘em know how good you're taking my cock? Such a good girl,” he whispered vulgarly in your ear.

“Fuck, Bucky,” your eyes were screwed shut and you knew how Bucky got when you didn’t look at him during sex.

“Hey, look at me,” he growled.

“I can’t,” you cried, tears crawling from your tightly shut eyes.

“Come on, I thought you were my good girl? You still gonna be my good girl?” he said.

“Yes! I’m your good girl, fuck!” you opened your eyes and Bucky’s forehead fell against yours.

“Tell me how you feel baby girl. I wanna hear ya keep talking to me,” he panted.

“Fuck, it feels so good. You fill me up so fucking good, baby,” you whined.

“Yeah?” he smiled.

“Yes! I’m gonna come, shit,” you moaned loudly.

“Go on, let go baby. I got you,” Bucky said.

His thrusts became faster chasing both your releases and soon you body shook under his caging arms. His hips stuttered and spurts of hot cum coated your velvety walls. Bucky collapsed over you and both of your heavy breathing slowed. He looked at you and found you smiling sleepily with drowsy eyes and he knew he had to clean you up before you fully fell asleep. 

“Come on, baby we gotta get you cleaned up.”

“No, I’m sleepy,” you whined.

“I know but you’re sweaty and you’ve my cum dripping out of you.”

“So?” you said with your eyes closed making Bucky chuckle. He grabbed your ankles and pulled out of the fort and picked you up to set on the bathroom counter. He turned on the bath and when it was steamy and ready he picked you up and carefully sat in the tub. He washed your hair first and climbed in the tub sitting behind you. 

He quickly washed his body before taking the washcloth full of soap and lathered it against your warm skin. He cleaned your body not without a bit of teasing, moving delicately over your nipples and drawing out between your thighs. You tried your best to not squirm but ultimately jolted when he applied the smallest bit of pressure around your core. 

When you finished you dried yourself off before heading back into your room crawling under the fort that thankfully stayed intact. 

“Can we sleep here tonight?” you asked shyly.

“You liked it?” he smiled.

You nodded gingerly with a grin, reaching out to him with grabby hands desperate for him to join you. He got comfortable letting your arm rest gently on his chest and your head on his shoulder. Your leg wrapped around his and tangled themselves. Bucky smiled to himself knowing you were probably already asleep now. 

He looked down at your peaceful sleeping face and pressed small kisses to the top of your head and your forehead. He reached behind him under the pillow surprised you hadn’t found the small velvet box hiding between them. 

He pulled out a beautiful ring that he was planning on giving to you whilst you were awake. Preferably when you would have walked into the bedroom with a beautiful surprise look on your stunning face. He got distracted when you pulled out your laptop and he just basked in the time and attention he was getting from you. 

He pulled the ring from the box and slipped it on your delicate finger. He knows you’re going to say yes. He loves you so much and he knows you love him just as much. There was no hesitation that he wanted to propose to you; spend the rest of his life with you, it was a dream come true. 

He couldn't wait until morning when you’d wake up as gorgeous as you always do beside him and notice the ring. He could hear your squeals already. He held you tightly and closed his eyes feeling the happiest he’s ever been in years. You made his life better and he loved you forever for that. Anticipating the next morning, he fell into a peaceful sleep with you, the love of his life, tuck perfectly in his arms.

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[worksby-gabriella]

USO Girl?

Halloween!Steve x Halloween!female!reader

Summary: Steve and reader meet at a Stark Industries halloween party, but the reader is dressed up as a USO girl. 🇺🇸

Warnings: None really, just a terrible title.

Request from: @lighterthanstardust (technical difficulties with tagging at the moment)

Putting on the last few touches of your red lipstick, your phone dings.

Nat: Are you still coming? I wanna introduce you to some people :)

Y/N: On my way

Natasha had been begging you to come to Stark's Halloween party for the past month, you kept saying no because you're content with your little tradition of buying candy, curling up and watching horror movies every Halloween. But Natasha was persistent, and adamant about you going. She would come to your workplace at shield, whether you were training, taking a call, or welcoming a new recruit, and bother you until you gave in.

You were pretty sure the reason she wanted you at the party was so she could introduce you to her co-workers? Friends? Family? Whatever she called them, you've heard her refer to them as many different things over the years. And well, you guessed correct based off the text.

Shutting your door and walking out of your apartment complex, you could hear your silver kitten heels click clacking on the cement ground. Getting into your car and checking the adress off the piece of paper Natasha gave you, you turn on the ignition and speed off.

Pulling into the parking lot of a very tall building, that you assume is Stark Tower, you see a red headed figure standing out front.

As you park your car and get out, Natasha starts walking towards you. Pulling you in for a hug and letting go, she takes a good once over of your USO girl costume.

"Damn, 'might as well take you home tonight girl!" She says as she twirls you around.

"Thanks but look at you, Kim Possible!"

Natasha hooks her left arm with your right arm, as you both start walking towards the entrance.

"What are supposed to be anyway?"

"A USO girl, it was a last minute idea because I didn't have a costume. Had to rumage through my grandmother's closet." You answer.

"Hm, it's cute."

As you enter the building she leads you to an elevator, and punches the button that says: 17th floor. When the elevator stops, and opens you notice there's not as many people as you thought there would be. It seems to be more of a small get together for Halloween. To the right there's a group of five people, and Maria Hill whom you've talked to a good amount of times already, all sitting on white couches. There's about two handfuls of some other people scattered here and there, dress in different costumes.

"Tasha' where is everyone?" You whisper shouted as she led you to her friends, The Avengers.

"This is everyone, Y/N"

When Natasha and you reached the group she stopped in front of everyone and introduced you to them.

"Guys, this is Y/N, she works for shield."

"Hey!"

"Hello."

"Nice to finally meet you!"

"So you're the girl Nat keeps talking 'bout, eh?"

You knew who they all where so you didn't bother asking for names, instead you just said your "hi's" back and settled on the couch by Nat.

"Where's Steve?" Nat asked,

"The mans is old as dirt, he's probably just walking to slow. He'll be here eventually." As Sam says this he moves his eyes to you and asks,

"So what's up with the costume?"

"Sam reall-" Maria starts to say but you interrupt.

"Ha ha, it's okay Maria. I'm a USO girl, I didn't have a costume and it was a last minute idea, I had it on hand."

"Be careful, Y/N, gonna give Capsicle a stroke there."

They all chuckle at Tony's joke,

"Capsicle?"

"Just ignore Tony" Natasha says rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

After about an hour of conversation, and Halloween music playing in the background, you volunteer to get the second round of beer from Tony's bar. But Bruce stops you,

"Oh, you don't have to get them. Sit down I'll get it."

Not stopping and ignoring his offer you say,

"It's fine, I can get them."

He smiles warmly at you as you get up to go to the bar.

When you open the small refigerator door, you grab six beers including one for yourself. When you close the door and start to exist the bar you crash right into someone's hard chest.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, i wasn't lookin-"

You cut your self off looking up. Completely mesmerized by the man in front of you. Steve Rogers. You knew he was attractive, but you didn't know he was this attractive.

Chuckling Steve tells you, "It's okay."

He looks down at the beers in your arms,

"Let me grab one for myself, then I'll help you carry those over there."

Waiting for him to grab one, he walks back to you, takes three cans from you, and taps the small of your back to signal you to start walking, sending a shiver down your back.

"So, a USO girl, eh?" Steve asked.

"Oh, yup, didn't have a costume."

"So then what's that?"

"My grandmother's"

Realizing what you said you just said you look at him with wide eyes.

"I am so sorry, I didn't mean to call you old."

Steve lets put a louder laugh causing everyone to watch both of you as you and him make your over to them.

"So, I see you've already met Steve." Nat says with her eyebrows raised.

Knowing what she's suggesting you roll your eyes and say,

"Yes, I have."

"So, I guess I was right. You did give him a stroke."

Everyone starts chuckling at Tony's joke while Steve shakes his head with a goofy smile on his face, looking down at his shoes.

"Hm?" You ask after taking a sip of your beer.

"Well the loud crash?"

"Oh! No, that was me dropping all the beer."

Everyone is moving onto different conversations but you an Steve keep talking. Asking eachother question after question, inventively listening to one another.

Nat was watching both of you out of the corner of her eye.

"So where's the costume old man?!" Sam says, sorta struggling to keep his eyelids open.

"Didn't know we were dressing up." Steve answers with a shrug.

"What?!? No way. Absolutely not. Who doesn't dress up for Halloween?"

"Apparently, Capsicle."

Jerking his head toward Tony he points at him saying,

"Hey! Who're you to talk Stark, you're not dressed up either."

"When you're Tony Stark, Rogers, you don't need a costume to be cool" Tony argues in his defense, flicking off some imaginary dust from his suit.

Everyone keeps talking, drinking, occasionally dancing, and getting drunker and drunker. But Steve has the inconveniency of not being able to get drunk, and you're so caught up in his baby blues that you completely forget you were drinking.

You're definitely drunk, but not from alcohol. You're drunk off of his seafoam eyes, his charm, his kindess, his authority, his every detail.

When two a.m rolls around, and everyone is drunk of thier asses they start heading up to a couple of floors higher, most likely to whatever rooms were up there to get some sleep, already dreading the morning after.

Since you and Steve were sober, well you were more sober than the rest, You and him stayed behind to clean up empty bottles, empty beer cans, and fallen decorations.

You pickup some beer cans to go to the bar and throw them away but when you come back, Steve asks you,

"Would it be wierd if I asked you out?"

"No, no it would not be wierd"

You're both smiling at eachother, Steve is holding orange, black and purple streamers in one hand, while your holding a beer bottle.

Next thing you know he's dropping the streamers, and walking to you.

He kisses you. Lips on lips. Moving so perfectly in sync. It's igniting, it's new, it's exciting, and brilliant. So brilliant that you drop the beer bottle to lay your hands on the nape of his neck, but the bottle has other plans. It crashes to the floor and shatters, causing you and Steve to pull away from eachother and chuckle.

As you both bend down to pick up the shattered peices he grabs your hand, and tilts you head up to look at him.

"So, will you go on date with me?"

"It would be crazy of me to say no, Steve"

My first actual fic!! I hope you've all liked it, btw I THRIVE of off feedback so please tell me what you've thought.

If you've liked this fic please like and reblog. REBLOGS HELP WRITERS A CRAP TON!!!

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[shespeaksinsongs]

You Are My New Fear | Letters To My Mom

TW: MOMMY ISSUES, MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION, SUICIDE, AND ANXIETY.

Me in my game room at about five years old.

I wish somebody would have told me that that smile I used to slather onto my face so effortlessly would soon become something I forced. I'm not sure if it would have made a difference, but it's best to be prepared in any case.

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"What's your biggest fear?" My elementary best friend asked, kicking her feet giddily under the table. We were still too little to reach the floor.

"Drowning." I'd say, with a panicked look on my face, growing pale at the mere thought of dying that way.

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"What are you most afraid of, hija?" My dad asked on our regular morning car rides to school.

"Drowning." I'd say, without even thinking twice. The answer was almost prepared, seeing as how casually it rolled off my tongue.

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"What's your biggest fear?" My friend asked in the comfort of her room, watching as I shifted uncomfortably in my spot on her bed.

"Becoming my mother." I'd say wishing that drowning was the most of my worries.

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I don't know when my default answer of drowning to death switched to the terrifying idea that I would, one day, become my mother. Still, somewhere along the lines, those little moments that I would suck up to my mom and gift her pretty pictures I spent hours working on and picking daisies from my backyard for her turned into scheduling my crying for nighttime when everyone was asleep.

Slowly but surely, I became uneasy about the idea of marriage, fearing that I'd only ruin it and become a wife like my mother. The idea of having children scared me to the point where I felt I would rather sacrifice my own happiness so that my children wouldn't have to live to see the day I turn into my mom.

Because in my eyes, my mom is a monster. She's not the kind of monster that has big, sharp teeth and scary yellow eyes, and a menacing growl. She's the kind of monster that you would never suspect. She's the bloody hand, but you were the accomplice. She was the screwdriver, but you were the loose screw. Sure, she hurt you, but you let yourself be hurt by her - so really, whose fault was it?

My mom is the kind of monster that uses your vulnerability against you in the worst way possible.

-

"I'm just not feeling good right now. I feel like I'm dying, and I feel tired all the time." My sixth-grade self, awkwardly positioned in the passenger's seat, turning my head away from my mom.

"Well, you know we care about you." My mom said, stoic in her demeanor and ultimately still in how she held her body up.

It was a day I'll never forget. She picked at her fingernails and anxiously tapped the gas pedal, waiting for me to be done talking about my emotions so she could drive back "home."

Warm tears stung my eyes, forcing their way down my face in slow streams. "You don't get it, I-" I stopped, knowing it wasn't worth it to try to make my mom understand feelings she'd been adamant didn't exist.

"Ay, don't be so dramatic." My mom said, waving her hand up to dismiss me and my silly ideas. She was right. I wasn't depressed or anxious, and I definitely didn't look for any excuse possible to threaten suicide against myself. My mom said so.

-

I don't know why I kept running back to her in times of need. Maybe it was my dream version of her that I relied on to justify my ever-growing love for her. Feasibly, it was the person I wanted her to be. And perhaps, just perhaps, my expectations of her drove me to the point where I'd convinced myself my mother was the person I saw when I closed my eyes at night.

I remember telling her things, spreading rumors I'd heard about people in the family, hoping that it would make us closer. The things I did just to make her happy...

-

"Mom, I'm trying my best!" I cried on the floor, cleaning up the mess my new puppy had made. She'd pooped and peed all over the kitchen. I was exhausted, previously knocked out in my bed, when my mom called me downstairs, screaming for me to get my ass down there.

"No, you're not! You never try! You're useless! I should've never had you!" My mom yelled from the bottom of her heart (or lack thereof).

Tears welled in my eyes for the millionth time because of my mother. This wasn't the first time she'd wished me dead, and it sure wouldn't be the last time. "Mommy, please just leave me alone and let me clean up." I begged, letting broken sobs come out of my mouth. I wanted to hurt her, and I wanted to hurt her as bad as she hurt me.

My mom refused to leave, yelling at me, watching as I piteously scraped my dog's contents off the wall.

-

It's sad that the only good memories I have of my mom are those I couldn't participate in. Instead, I have stories of her youth and how caring of a mother she used to be when I was a baby - conveniently so far back that I can't remember it. It pains me more knowing how she was before she had me, her firstborn. If she were this way her whole life, would I take it so personally?

Am I dramatic for wishing I had a mother who could hug me back when I hugged her? Am I a selfish and pathetic bitch for feeling envy when I see how my friends' moms act with them? Why can't my mom love me the way she loves her? Why does my mom have more pictures of her first niece than she does of me? What did I do to her?

-

"Mommy, mommy! Look!" I said, running up to my mother, holding my report card in the air like a shiny new toy - all A's.

"Nice job, Fio. I'm so proud of you. You're doing great. Keep it up." My mom said softly, pulling me into a warm hug. Somehow, that was all I needed - that's all I wanted. It really is a shame that that memory is fake.

-

I have plenty of other fake memories that I store in my head, letting the (also fake) backstories take over my mind when I go to sleep. For one of them, I was romping around on an old swing set, one that made little squeaky noises whenever I swung too high.

Somehow, I lose control of the swing, and my mom comes rushing up to me, worried and begging for me to tell her how she could help. I don't know when or how she got there (my dad was usually the one to take me to the park), but what I do know is she's exactly who I needed there at that moment.

So many real memories I have of me needing my mother most, waiting for the day she would actually turn up in one of them. She was always the first to pick me up in school lines. She was always at my open houses. She attended every grade promotion I had. But she was never there. It was all a facade. She'd said so herself that she craved being the all-star mom, the one who'd win several gold medals if there were award ceremonies for that sort of thing.

Her perfectionism is what makes her corrupt. She has spent my entire life telling me what to do, how to do it, scolding me for not doing it the way she imagined me doing it in her head.

She refused to seek help when that's all I wanted her to do.

-

"What do you want for your birthday, hija?" My dad asked, glancing at me while keeping his eyes fixed on the road, humming along to a Christmas carol playing on the radio.

"Honestly, dad?" I asked, only twelve years old, my green eyes twinkling in hope.

"Whatever your heart desires." My dad said in a goofy voice, making me smile.

"I want Mom to get help." I said sadly, hoping my dad would agree and push the idea upon my mom.

-

My mother went to therapy for four months. My dad had to pay her every session for her to go. In my mom's life, money has never been an obstacle. Her father was a middle-high class socialite in Venezuela who worked in engineering and oil companies. Her mother, who passed away of Leukemia when she was twelve, spoiled her rotten until her very last breath.

Eventually, I became mentally sick to the core. Writing and singing, my two favorite things in the world, became hobbies, and life had lost its zesty twang. Little things like music and the people I passed on the street that waved "hello" at me became nuisances. My mom "gave up" her therapy so I could get help.

I still wonder if she did it for herself or for me.

-

A few times a year, I get asked what my biggest fear is. Sometimes it comes up in conversation. Other times I create the question, not thinking about the consequences if people answer with "Spiders, yours?"

Each time I get asked, I take a deep breath and lie. "The dark." I say now, the idea of death by sea sounding more of tranquility than a travesty.

I look back at the old pictures I have of myself, a smiley and shy little girl who was afraid of nothing and everything at the same time. To her, I ask, "When you have nothing to lose, why be afraid?"

Me, with my baby doll at age three. I loved taking care of her. I used to take her everywhere with me.

[lettherebemonsters]

Lucifer....the mention of the fallen angel still mad Adam look angry. What few knew was....Adam and Lucifer had been extremely close in the garden. Adam had adored the goofy little angel, the two of them being inseparable.

Until Lucifer threw Adam away for Lilith.....and destroyed his life forever.

Adam knelt down to meet Lucid face to face, the eyes behind his mask very serious.

" Lucid.......I'm telling you this because you're.....you're family to me.....don't be like Lucifer. He started getting ideas like that and thought he was better than everyone......that he could be king of Heaven.

Do you know what that cost him? A spot in Heaven forever. He got thrown out into that shithole wasteland with my whore of an ex-wife. Don't be like Lucifer.....please...."

" That's not....what I...."

" Fucking Christ...."

Adam looked at the plant. It was a cute little thing!

" Heh, it's a cutey. Is it a new type?"

[vs-redemption]

This is the fourth piece out of seven written for the one year anniversary collaboration event for the @konoblog-simps discord. I encourage everyone to check out the masterlist for today's prompt and support the other creators. Some content might not be suitable for minors so please pay attention to the warnings.

Prompt: Song Piece (Tooru Oikawa x Reader)

Word Count: 1.6K Warnings: Mentions of alcohol

Song: Case Of The Ex - Mya I'm old, just like this song, so I apologize if you don't know it. I provided a link if you wanna check out the song/video.

It took a certain kind of person to date a guy like Tooru Oikawa. It wasn’t for the faint hearted for sure. First of all, you had to be fine with long absences since he traveled so much for work. If he wasn’t off competing against the best teams in the world, he was spending an absurd amount of time in training camps and practices. His career as a pro volleyball player alone would put strain on any relationship but the obstacles didn’t end there. Oikawa was more than just an incredible athlete. He was also known for being one of the most attractive male sports stars on the planet. He had a huge female fan base and had appeared on a disturbing number of magazine covers for his looks alone. Anyone who dated him would have to share his attention with every single other person who thought they might have a chance with the devilishly handsome man. It would take someone awfully secure in themselves to withstand pressure like that constantly looming over them.

“Hey cutie! Can I buy you a drink?”

The first time you met Oikawa was unfortunately during a bar crawl for a friend’s birthday. It wasn’t the type of thing you’d normally participate in, but you endured it this time because of the special occasion. You were already at your third stop of the night and ready to go home when a ridiculously tall, obnoxiously attractive man appeared next to you.

“I think you already did,” you tell him while holding up the glass in your hand. “Wasn’t it you and your buddies that bought a round for my friend’s birthday?”

“Yeah, but that was a while ago,” he tilts his head curiously at you. “Don’t you need another by now?”

“I’m pacing myself,” you tell him flatly. “Thank you though.”

“I’m Tooru Oikawa,” he smiles and spreads his arms, lifting his chin proudly and reminding you of a peacock showing off and you laugh.

“I know.”

As the night dragged on, you continued chatting with the famous volleyball player as your friends continued with their shenanigans. You could admit that conversation with Oikawa was easy, and he definitely made the night more interesting. He was cute and charming, not to mention rich and famous, but you knew you didn’t have the energy to get involved with someone like that in any capacity. You allowed yourself some light banter, figuring he could just move on to flirting with someone else once you parted ways.

“How about a date?” he asks you once your friend signals you that it was time to head to the next stop of the night.

“I don’t date pretty boys.” You reply apologetically, a hint of amusement in your voice.

“How about meeting for coffee as friends?” he quips without any hesitation.

“Are you serious?” You ask and he nods while pulling his phone out from his pocket. You shake your head, pushing his phone away with a mischievous smile on your face. “I’ll tell you the time and place,” you tell him. “If you actually show up, then I’ll give you my number.”

What you hadn’t known was that Tooru Oikawa was persistent when he knew what he wanted. Not only did he show up to the designated place on time, but he also kept the conversation light and friendly since you’d been adamant about it not being a date. As promised, you exchanged numbers and saw no reason to refuse when he asked to meet up again soon.

Oikawa wasted no time in integrating himself into your daily life. At first, having regular correspondence with him made it easy to forget his celebrity status. He never acted like the hot playboy he was made out to be in the media. He never seemed too proud to send you goofy selfies of himself, or tell you about something embarrassing that had happened to him in one of his practices. When he was too busy to meet you in person, he scheduled time to do video calls. It surprised you that he never seemed to lose interest. The way he took his time to let you really get to know him and build up a mutual trust made it difficult to say no the next time he asked you on an actual date.

“I know my volleyball is going to make things tough,” he’d admitted from the very start, and you respected that he could acknowledge that. The first step in overcoming the hurdle was admitting it existed in the first place. He was more than willing to talk and compromise as much as you needed though, continuing to make you feel better about entering into a relationship with him. After all, despite your efforts to remain rational, you’d ended up falling head over heels for the idiot.

Being with Oikawa was too good to be true. You’d known going into the relationship how busy he was, and although you were fine being on your own sometimes, he still made sure you never felt neglected. Hardly a day went by without at least a phone call since he claimed that going to bed without hearing your voice was impossible for him. He was so cheesy sometimes, but you appreciated his transparency. Even dealing with his popularity turned out to be less of a problem than you’d imagined. Seeing all the comments and likes on his posts never made you feel jealous. In fact, it made you happy to see your boyfriend getting the amount of love and attention you knew he deserved. He never made a big deal about it and did everything in his power to make sure you knew he only had eyes for you.

“Good night, my love!” He smiles and pulls your face into his hands, pressing a kiss to your mouth before yawning and snuggling into the blankets next to you.

“Night, pretty boy,” you reply with a teasing smile that makes him pout. “Stop,” you poke his cheek, “You know I love you.”

“Mm,” he hums happily. “Love you too.”

Sometimes it still blew your mind knowing Tooru Oikawa was your boyfriend, but as you curled up next to him and slowly drifted off to sleep, you couldn’t imagine anyone else making you feel as happy or as loved as he could.

“Do you understand what time it is?” The sound of Oikawa’s voice pulled you back from the depths of sleep and you blink your eyes tiredly, the numbers on your alarm clock coming into focus and revealing that it was still the middle of the night. “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

He was clearly on the phone with someone, and before you could roll over and ask him if everything was okay, you hear him whisper the caller’s name. Your heart immediately drops to your stomach, knowing right away who he was talking to. When you’d finally decided to give your heart to Oikawa, you’d thought you’d taken everything into account. His career. His fame. His fans. For some reason it had never occurred to you to worry about his exes.

“I’m sorry you feel that way,” You could tell Oikawa felt awkward by the tone of his voice. “Do you really think I’m the right person to talk to though? We’re not together anymore.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and try to calm yourself. He’d never given you a reason not to trust him before, and it wasn’t his fault if his ex was calling him in the middle of the night. Oikawa had told you about them before though, and you couldn’t help the memories that sprung up from those conversations. You knew how much they’d meant to him, and how they’d hurt him when they left, giving him an ultimatum between their relationship and his volleyball career. It had made you mad to hear about that. Loving Oikawa meant accepting all of him, including his love for volleyball, and you could never imagine asking him to give it up for you. Still, if even a hint of his feelings for his ex still existed inside him, who knew what talking to them again might mean for you.

“I can’t do this right now,” Oikawa’s tone was getting impatient. “I don’t know. Maybe. Fine. Goodnight.” You hear him set his phone back on the nightstand and let out a sigh. After a moment, he lays back down and tries to get comfortable.

“Tooru?” you whisper.

“I’m sorry if I woke you up,” you listen for any hints of guilt or panic in his voice. “Did you hear all that?”

“Kind of,” you weren’t going to lie.

“I shouldn’t have even answered,” he admits softly while snaking an arm around your waist. “It’s just been so long and I was surprised.”

“Is everything all right?” you ask.

“I guess so,” his words come out muffled against your back. “Let’s just go back to sleep, okay?”

“Okay.” You wanted to ask him if you had anything to worry about, and if he planned on getting in touch with them again. You had so many questions that you knew were rooted in insecurity, so you held back from asking so as not to insult the trust you’d built up over your time together. You’d handled every other obstacle in your relationship so far, so hopefully this one wouldn’t cause too much disruption either. At the end of the day, it was up to Oikawa to choose who he wanted by his side. And until he gave you a reason to believe otherwise, you decided to just be thankful that, for the moment, that person seemed to be you.

[spongebob-connoisseur]

Although all the SpongeBob storyboard artists do a wonderful job at animating SpongeBob. But still, I mean like you must probably have a favorite one..?? Personally mine is Adam Polanian (no idea if I got his name right) , his expressions are just absolutely flawless,and uhhh I love it so much. And also C.H Greenblatt, his expressions are so silly and cartoony, I adore it.

Okay I'm glad to know I'm not the only one who struggles writing Adam Paloian's name. This isn't exclusive to unique names. But I struggle with really common names. Might as well apply to become a supply teacher since I can't spell most names right.

I'm getting off topic. I really like Adam Paloian's style! It looks so squishy and funky. Very stretchy and fun. Probably the most noticeable one from the modern era. The expressions be hitting different.

I like CH Greenblatt's style too but it looks so chowder?? That's a good thing but I will always remember his style as "Jesus please smite my enemies" drawing. I prefer Paloian's more.

Though I'll propose another one. Sherm Cohen's style! For one very specific reason.

WHY IS IT WHEN HE DRAWS FACES THEY LOOK SO ALIVE AND CUTE💖💕💖

JUST GOOD VIBES ALL AROUND

I really like how he draws his mouth. It looks very cute and squishy. Even when he draws the golfball cheeks, they don't look so bad since the rest of the features still look more goofy and energetic. The eyes too!

Its hard to pick an all time favorite though. I had to think on it for a bit because if you meant out of all the storyboard artists styles from the beginning until now. I simply would not be able to do this.

Ehh it feels like a tie between Adam Paloian's and Sherm Cohen's.

[itsadamcole]

NSFW ALPHABET WEEK - day 4

➳ kyle o’reilly

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masterlist

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A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Kyle loves to take care of you after sex. He'll cuddle you for hours, grab snacks for you, get drinks for you. Of course, you'll make sure he and his blood sugar level are okay.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

His favorite part of his body is his hands.

His favorite part of your body is your lips.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Kyle will cum inside of you or in your mouth, all over your face or breasts. He loves when you cum on his dick or on his mouth when he's eating you out.

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

Kyle loves when you're on top in bed, but he'll never tell you this.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

He's not that experienced but he does know what he's doing most of the time. Sometimes he'll take a while to find your spot but when he finds it, oh boy. He will not stop hitting it until you cum who knows how many times.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. He also likes to pin your wrists down to the bed when in this position if he's feeling confident in himself.

He loves any face to face position. He likes to kiss you when you orgasm sometimes. Plus, it makes it easier for him to hold your hand when you're face to face.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Kyle can be both serious and humorous. He will crack jokes all the time. He won't crack jokes when he's in a more serious mood, which is rare. Jokes are a pretty usual thing during sex, and you don't mind.

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

He's well trimmed down there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He'll hold you hand and tell you how much he loves you. He'll shower you in compliments and praises. Sometimes he'll even set the scene with candles or flowers for a birthday or anniversary.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

 Kyle tries not to jack off if he can help it, but it's hard for him when he's away from you for a while. It's even harder when you decide to be a tease and send him some pictures.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise kink.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In a bed or on a couch usually, but he's never against fucking you against a wall or in the shower either. Against a wall is usually when he's jealous, which is kinda rare.

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

When you tease him, which is all the time. Whether that's flirting with him, touching him, or sending him sexy pictures of yourself. Sometimes you do it just for fun, but other times it's how you tell him you want sex.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Threesomes, he would never degrade you or do something that would hurt you.

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

He loves when you put that pretty mouth to work. He also loves to eat you out. He has no preference on giving or receiving, but he's skillful at making you cum with his mouth.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He's always slow and sensual. He likes to be careful to make sure he doesn't hurt you. Usually you'll have to beg him just to speed up. "I'm not fragile" you'd always say, to which he'd laugh and speed up his movements.

Kyle is only fast and rough when he's angry or jealous. You'll see a more confident Kyle when he's angry or jealous because he wants to make sure you know you're his and only his.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Kyle prefers proper sex but he's never against a quickie or two a week, especially if it's been a while since he's been with you. Usually they're in his locker room or in the shower.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's not really a risk taker, but sometimes he'll leave the door unlocked. Kyle's willing to experiment in bed if it's okay with you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He only goes for four or five rounds, but that's because he can make each round last a while. You'll also make him take breaks to make sire his blood sugar levels are okay.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He's against them. He doesn't like using them on you and he doesn't like when you use them. He likes it to be only him that pleasures you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Kyle does like to tease you, especially when he's wearing his wrestling gear. He knows how much you love seeing him in his gear, and he knows how horny it can make you if you are in the mood. He likes to kiss your neck or grab your ass to tease you.

But you, you love to tease Kyle. When he's away, you'll sext him and send him naughty pictures. You'll surprise him with new lingerie sets when he's home, giving him a nice strip tease or lap dance if you're really in the mood. You're also not afraid to just walk into the bedroom naked after a shower just to tease Kyle.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Kyle's more on the quieter side. He likes to kiss any part of your body while you have sex but he will let out an occasional moan or grunt. You're the complete opposite. You'll scream Kyle's name any chance you get.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

You hadn't seen Kyle like this since his loss at Takeover 31. He was so sad, so angry, and so frustrated with himself that he still couldn't win that damn title. While Kyle was back in the showers, you told Adam and Roddy that you were going home so you can get something ready for Kyle

When you got home, you quickly changed out of your Undisputed Era t-shirt and jeans into a new nightgown that you bought a few days ago. It's white, short, and almost completely sheer. You wear a pair of lacy white panties beneath the nightgown.

The front door opens and you pull your hair down out of the ponytail. There are footsteps up the stairs and you hear a "Y/N?" come from the hallway.

"Bedroom," you call back, leaning seductively against one of the bedposts.

Kyle appears in the doorway and almost drops everything he's carrying when he sees you. "What's this for? I didn't win," he says, putting everything next to the door.

He approaches you and you say, "I'm not going to let you feel sorry for yourself. I'm going to show you that you don't need that stupid title to be a champion."

Your boyfriend looks down at you and says, "I kind of do need the title to be a champion."

You pout at him and say, "Kyle, let me have one of my supportive girlfriend moments please."

A laugh leaves his lips and he says, "Okay, okay. I'm sorry, baby. Go on.”

Deciding to be a tease, you say, "Well now the moments over." You go to walk away but Kyle grabs your wrist and pins you against the bedpost you were just leaning against.

"You don't get to dress like that and tease sex then walk away," Kyle almost growls.

You smirk and say, "There he is."

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Kyle's not too big and not too small. He's perfect for you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

About average, but he's he's needy or jealous then it's really high.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Kyle likes to make sure you fall asleep before he does. He'll spoon you from behind as you doze off in his arms before burying his face in your neck and falling asleep himself.