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[theprissythumbelina]

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Sweet Dreams

Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: You find Javi awake in the middle of the night and help him fall asleep :)

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) no use of y/n, dirty talk, oral sex (m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, rough sex, spitting, light spanking, cum play, hair pulling, just a dash of degradation, probably more this is literally just straight up absolutely filthy smut with a microscopic speck of plot. Kinda soft!Javi, lots of use of the nickname princesa and baby

Word count: 6.4k hahaha

A/N: This whole thing is based on this gif. I'm down so horrendously bad for this man I can't keep living like this.

You wake up in the middle of the night to an empty bed.

A couple of hours ago you had fallen asleep with his arms wrapped tightly around you with your back to his chest, his face tucked into the space between your neck and shoulder, his steady breathing warm against your skin.

And now all you felt was the cool breeze coming in from the open balcony door. You roll over and squint, trying to focus your tired eyes. You can make out Javi’s silhouette sitting on the couch out on balcony and can smell the cigarette smoke wafting into the bedroom.

Well that just wont do.

No other thoughts cross your mind before you wrap yourself up in the fluffy blanket and stand up. It’s like your body is a magnet to Javi, needing to be as close to him as possible at all times. You’re still half asleep and your legs feel like jello as you stumble out onto the balcony.

Javi immediately turns to you, his concerned puppy dog eyes looking at you.

“What are you doin up, princesa” Javi asks with a frown.

He’s shirtless, sitting there on the couch in only his boxers. He’s definitely a sight for your sore eyes.

“Could ask you the same”

Your voice still thick with sleep as you sit next to him on the couch and his arm immediately wraps around your shoulder, pulling you close to him.

“Couldn’t sleep” Javi says plainly before taking a deep puff from the cigarette that’s dangling between his index and middle finger.

You don’t say anything in response but let the soft noise from the city below fill the silence instead.

It’s a very rare occasion when Javi wants to talk about the baggage he takes home from work, he often tells you that being with you is healing enough. But finding him in the middle of the night on the living room couch or balcony with a cigarette tucked between his lips as he nurses a bottle of whiskey is not a rare occasion.

Sometimes you can pull it out of him, get him to open up about the shit that’s weighing him down. But you know that it’s not the time for that right now and you’re too tired to hold an actual conversation right now anyway.

You yawn and move to lay down, your head resting in his lap with your legs stretched out on the rest of the couch and your blanket pulled up to your chin.

He automatically snakes a hand under the blanket until he finds the warm, bare skin of your shoulder. He rests his hand there, drawing soft patterns on your skin with his thumb while his other arm stretches out on the back of the couch. You fall back asleep almost instantly, Javi’s light touch lulling you back

He sits here for awhile, concentrating on the feeling the rise and fall of your body under his hand on your shoulder. His mind is finally starting to go blank, the weight of your body against his washing away the events of the day. Having you close always soothed him. Something about you just put him at ease. The whiskey and cigarettes couldn’t hold a light to the way you clear his mind.

He picks up the glass of whiskey on the side table, gulping down the rest of it and setting it back down before bringing his cigarette up to his lips, taking another long drag.

He looks down at your head in is lap. You’re facing him, giving him a perfect view of your relaxed and peaceful face as you sleep. His heart swells a bit when he realizes that he can feel your warm breath on his bare thigh with your every deep exhale.

Softly, as to not wake you, he brings his hand from your shoulder to your face, softly running his thumb over your cheekbone.

“So pretty” He whispers.

Your eyelashes flutter open just slightly and he shushes you softly, tracing a feather light finger along your jaw. He can never keep his hands off of you. He has to always be touching you in some way as if your a tether to the Earth and if he let go he would fly away.

You snuggle your face further into his thigh and In less than a minute, your breathing slows down again, your breaths becoming heavier and deeper.

Your cheek is pressed against the soft skin of his bare thigh, squishing your mouth so it hangs open slightly. He can’t stop himself as he moves his thumb to rest on your lower lip, rubbing it with the pad of his thumb ever so slightly.

To his amazement, your lips automatically close around the tip of his thumb. His cock twitches in his boxers, seeing you so accepting, so willing to take anything he gives you even in your sleep. He slides his thumb in further, pressing against your tongue until your warm lips are wrapped around his first knuckle. He groans quietly when he feels you starting to suckle his thumb, another wave of arousal washing over him.

He sits there quietly with his palm resting in your cheek and his thumb tucked between your lips, watching fondly as you suck on it gently in your sleep.

You’re stuck somewhere halfway between sleep and consciousness. You know he’s getting needy. he was always needy around you and you want to stay awake and please him. But you can’t stop yourself from drifting in and out of sleep with the comforting touch of Javi’s hand on your cheek as you gently suck on his thumb. The faint scent of his body wash he used in the shower you two shared hours ago mixing with the cigarettes and whiskey and the smell that was so undeniably Javi made your head even fuzzier, definitely not helping your efforts in trying to stay awake.

You have no clue how much time passes before Javi’s sliding his thumb out of your mouth and smoothing it against your swollen bottom lip. You open your eyes at the loss, looking up at Javi through your eyelashes. He looks back down at you, his eyes soft and full of admiration.

“My sweet girl” he says quietly, barely loud enough to hear over the sounds of the city.

He hooks his wet thumb over your bottom lip, tugging down slightly until your jaw opens up a bit more. You know what he’s asking for. Your eyes flit down to his boxers and you can see the clear outline of his half hard cock through the thin material of his boxers.

“Can use me” you say mumble, the sleep in voice causing you to slur your words before you close your eyes again.

You hear Javi curse quietly above you before he starts to reposition himself, trying his absolute hardest not to jostle you around. He manages to push his boxers down slightly, just enough to get his cock out.

Your eyes are still closed when you feel his wet, hot tip press gently against your lip. You keep them closed as you open your jaw, giving him silent permission to slide in.

He keeps just the tip in your mouth for now, sighing heavily when you start to lick the precum from head. He leans to the side to drop his cigarette into the ashtray resting in the side table before resting his hand on your cheek again. He can feel his tip press against his palm through your cheek every so often and it drives him crazy.

He sighs again once you let him push his cock further into your mouth, taking him as deep as you could at this angle.

“Shit baby” Javi’s groans, letting his head drop on the back of the couch.

He’s now fully hard, fighting every urge not to buck his hips up and shove his cock down your throat like he normally does. He wants to stay in this moment as long as he could, savoring they way you’re nearly asleep but still so willing to take him. His efforts are thwarted when he looks down at you, your face sleepy and peaceful with you wet lips wrapped so perfectly around him.

“So fuckin pretty like this” he sighs, his thumb brushing your cheek.

Javi’s was hot and heavy in your mouth, twitching every time you hollowed your cheeks and sucked on him. Fat drops of precum leaked out on your tongue which you eagerly swallowed, causing his thighs to tremble under your head.

His praise and breathy sighs and quiet broken moans send shivers down your spine, straight to your core.

You absolutely craved Javi like this, using you to get off, letting him find solace in your body. You’re so eager to please him, to draw out those shaky gasps and moans, that he barely has to ask anymore. His palm on your thigh or a squeeze around your waist was enough to turn you to putty in his hands. And you always got something in return. That was part of the reason you submitted so easily. After you make him cum, he’d immediately crawl between your legs, licking you and sucking you down, returning the favor 10 fold until your crashing down from your third orgasm in a row, absolutely begging him for a break.

Spit starts to leak out of your corner of your mouth and Javi grunts above you when he feels it dribble down his cock and onto his thigh. He moves his thumb to wipe up some of it, spreading it against your lips that are wrapped tightly around him.

He slowly rolls his hips up, testing the waters to see if you’d let him go further. Of course you allow it, tilting your head so there’s more room to fit him down your throat.

“My sweet girl, takin’ me so well” he rasps.

You’re starting to genuinely choke on him, his girth making your jaw ache but you don’t care. Not one bit. He keeps his pace slow, but he goes deeper every time. He drops his other to the back of your head, holding you in place for a few seconds every time he stuffs himself down your throat. He groans when he feels you gag, trying to swallow around him, the sensation sending tingles up to his scalp and down to his toes.

Your eyes are still closed, but tears are starting to leak out of the corners as he slowly fucks your throat. You were starting to get as needy as him. You always did when he filled your mouth up like this.

You start pressing your thighs together, trying to create any bit of friction. Javi of course notices immediately. No movement of yours goes unnoticed when he’s around.

“You gettin needy baby?” He coos at you, a devilish smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

You open your eyes and look up at him, more tears falling falling down your face. You moan in response and he slides even further down your throat and holds you in place for a few seconds before letting up, allowing you to take a deep breath before he’s sliding in again.

His hand leaves your face, his palm warm and heavy as he slides it over your shoulder and down your side until he finds his way in between your thighs.

You let out a long whine when you feel two of his fingers press against your bare slit. He started the night in bed with you so he knows you’re naked. And at this point of your relationship, he takes you in the middle of the night more often than not so you decided to skip putting on pjs since you often found them on the floor anyway when you woke in the morning.

But it still take his breath away, your wet cunt exposed and ready for him to use whenever he pleases.

“Oh angel” he sighs, gliding a finger through your soaked folds. The sensation sends tingles up your spine, making you whine around him.

“Makin’ a mess and I haven’t even touched you yet. You love suckin my cock that much?”

You let out a long moan, the sound muffled by his cock still pumping in and out your throat. You try to grind down into his touch, which he responds to with an amused chuckle.

“So good, baby. So sweet and wet for me”

He feels your cunt clench and more slick drip out of you every time he talks. His words get filthy when he’s taking you like this. He’s normally fairly quiet, opting to brood silently rather than have any sort of conversation. But you draw it out of him so effortlessly it’s like he has no control over what comes out of his mouth and he clearly knows how much it gets to you.

He continues to glide two fingers through you slick heat, his cock starting to twitch in your mouth even more before he slowly plunges one deep inside of you.

Your eyes widen and you look up at him again and he’s smiling down at you, his cock pushing your loud moan back down your throat. He starts to pump his finger in and out of you, his pace matching the slow roll of his hips.

“Oh you really like having me down your throat, don’t you angel” he says when he feels you squeeze around his finger.

You thoughts are muddy and your skin feels so hot and all you can do is take him down your throat while you flutter around his finger. He knows one finger isn’t enough to get you off but you don’t dare to complain. You were for Javi to use right now and you’re going to let him use you however he pleases.

He keeps up the slow rhythm of fucking your throat while sliding his finger in and out of you. He’s almost never this slow with you, but it feels so good like this, seeing how long you can last. Your jaw is trembling now from staying for so long, spit sliding past your lips and down your chin and and neck your thighs shaking as you resist the urge to clamp down around Javi’s hand. Warm waves of arousal flood his senses every time he slips deeper into your throat. You were sound asleep not even half an hour ago and now you choking on Javi’s cock and leaking on his hand and down his fingers, being so submissive and he didn’t even have to say a single word.

His hips start to roll up faster as he gets caught up in how perfect you are, letting him use you however he wants, willing to do anything for him.

“My good girl. You want my cum down your throat, princesa?” He hisses, staring down at you.

He’s getting close. You can hear it in his voice and the pants he lets out at his chest heaves up and down. The anticipation of swallowing his hot seed is making you moan nonstop around him, the vibrations of your throat around him making him clench his jaw as he sucks in air through his teeth.

He tangles the hand that’s not inside you tightly in your hair as he starts to thrust faster into your mouth. You can feel his legs start to shake under your head, his grunts and gasps getting louder with every thrust. He sneakily adds a second finger in your cunt and he picks up the pace of fucking his fingers into you too.

“I know baby. I know you do. M’gonna cum and you’re gonna swallow every drop aren’t you, princesa” he rasps

It takes one, two, three more thrusts until he buries himself in your throat, pushing your head down until every inch of him is stuffed in your mouth as he cums down your throat. It’s so much. You’d probably slap any other man who tried to hold you down like that while he came. But something inside you is so innately in tune with him that you’d let him break you in anyway he pleases. You swallow his load happily, clenching around his two fingers as rope after rope of hot cum slides directly down your throat. Javi’s moaning at full volume now above you, not giving a single shit about the neighbors hearing him.

He gives one last push, sliding as far as he possible can down your throat before pulling back until just the tip rests in your mouth. He sighs loudly and you can just barely hear the quiet whimpers he lets out as aftershocks of his orgasm shoot through his body. He continues to slowly slide his fingers in and out of you as he catches his breath. You hum contentedly as he softens in your mouth, his breath hitching and body jolting every time you teasingly ran your tongue over his sensitive slit.

You finally release him from your mouth, a trail of spit connecting his tip to your tongue, which you lick up eagerly. He hisses at the cold air against his sensitive skin, already missing your mouth around him. Your mouth still hangs open, high pitched whines freely tumbling out every time Javi slides his fingers into you, his pace now slow and syrupy. You buck your hips, trying to grind your clit against the heel of his palm, trying to get him to speed up but he’s two steps ahead of you and removes his hand from you entirely before you can get any friction.

“Javiii” you whine desperately at the loss.

“Don’t be greedy, baby. Stay still and be grateful for what I give you.” Javi hisses, his voice dropping down an octave.

His words make your heart beat faster in your chest as you look up at him with wide eyes. His eyes are glued to yours as he brings his hand up to his face, sticking his two fingers that are practically dripping with your slick to his mouth. He immediately groans when he tastes you on his tongue, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he eagerly sucking down your juices. You let out a whimper and your cunt clenches around nothing as you watch him taste you. You’re well aware Javi loves to taste you but watching him moan and groan around his fingers as he tastes you drives you absolutely wild.

He opens and eyes and takes his fingers from his mouth. They’re now coated with his spit and your slick, shining in the soft glow of the city lights.

“Taste so fucking good, hermosa” He says, a lopsided smirk plastered on his face.

“Taste how sweet you are” he says before pushing his wet fingers into your mouth.

You moan lowly and your core pulses at the taste of the mixture of his spit and your juices on his fingers. He presses his two fingers against your tongue, pushing them back just slightly until you gag, spreading more of your own salvia around the two digits until they’re even wetter than they were before.

He then slips his fingers out of your mouth sliding them back into his mouth and Jesus Christ this man was going to be the death of you. His smirks even more at the desparte moan you let out as you watch him.

He release his finger from his mouth with low groan and a soft wet pop before returning his hand to your core, circling your leaking hole with his finger tips.

“You think you deserve to cum, baby?”

“Javi please, please I wa-“

You cut yourself off with a ragged moan when he thrusts his fingers into you, going deeper than before and curling up right against your g-spot as he immediately starts with a rapid pace. Hot waves of pleasure shoot up your spine and settled in your stomach each time his fingers hook against the spot that makes your eyes roll back in your skull.

“Yeah, I think you do baby. Sucked my cock so well, such a good girl for me” Javi says gruffly as he stares down at you, eyes trained on the faces your making.

You whimper and whine, bucking your hips up trying to get his fingers to go deeper.

“Love how wet this pretty pussy gets for me” Javi says almost to himself, groaning at the way you clench down around him.

“So fuckin tight too, huh? Only got two fingers in ya and can barely move ‘em”

Javi knows how much faster you cum when he’s talking this, how his filthy words hurtle you closer to the edge. You let out a loud moan which causes Javi to slap his free hand over your mouth.

“Be quiet, Princesa. You want the whole city knowing how slutty you are with my fingers in your tight cunt?”

Javi chuckles when you clench down so hard that you almost push his fingers out.

“Oh” Javi groans “you’d like that, wouldn’t you princesa? Letting everyone know how good I make you feel? You want them see how much of a slut you are, letting me fuck any of your holes whenever and wherever I want?”

Javi doesn’t break eye contact with you, watching as you writhe in his lap. The veins in your neck threaten to burst as you cry out his name, the sound muffled against his hand. Javi doesn’t make it any easier for you to be quiet. Instead, he slides his thumb through your drenched folds before circling your clit, just how you like it. You groan into his palm and twist your body in his lap as you feel your climax quickly building up in your stomach.

“You’re getting close, baby, I can feel it.”

You nod quickly, letting a short moan fall from between your lips. Javi’s hand is completely covering you mouth and his knuckles are pressing against your nostrils, leaving you heaving deeply for air. The pad of his thumb is still pressed into you clit, rubbing expert circles as he rubs his fingertips against your g-spot. You can feel yourself unraveling quickly. It comes a lot quicker than it would’ve if you hadn’t spent the last 15 minutes with Javi’s cock down your throat.

“Cum for me, princesa. Fucking soak my fingers like I know you want to” Javi growls.

You can’t take anymore. His voice, his words, his fingers buried in your cunt and his big hand blocking your breathing is too much. It all sends your flying off the edge. You cry out against Javi’s palm, your whole body trembling as you gush around his fingers, soaking his hand and wrist and the blanket under you. Javi groans as you fall apart and doesn’t stop pumping his fingers in and out of you until your whimpering, and clamping your thighs around his hand.

“Fuck baby. You so fucking pretty when you cum” Javi grunts, his chest heaving up and down as if he was the one who just came so hard he saw stars.

It takes a few moments for you to come down from your high, whimpering and jolting whenever Javi draws light circles on top of your sensitive clit. He slowly slides his fingers out of you, pulling his soaked hand out from under the blanket. He holds it up in front of your face, forcing you to look at how his whole hand and his wrist are covered in your juices.

He grins ear to ear and sticks his fingers in his mouth again, his eyes rolling back into his head again as his eyelids flutter close. He takes his time licking your release off of his fingers, savoring every sweet drop. When he finishes, he looks back down at you with the soft smile that’s reserved only for you.

“Come here, princesa” Javi commands softly.

He helps you sit up and you crawl to sit in his lap and drapes the blanket over your shoulders, shielding you from the cool breeze and wandering eyes before you collapse on his chest. He sighs at the intense heat of your body, his muscles quickly melting underneath you.

One of his big hands splays out against the bare skin of your back, holding you in place against him. You nuzzle your face into his neck, inhaling his scent as his soft brown locks tickle your face. You feel the cloth of his boxers growing wet pressed against your soaked core and you want to grind down on him, but the sleepiness hits you almost immediately, your eyelids growing heavy once again.

“Such a good girl, princesa. Just for me huh?” Javi whispers, making you smile as the scruff on his jaw tickling your cheek when he talks.

He lifts your chin with the fingers of his clean hand, silently asking you for a kiss. You sit up just enough to cup his face with both of your hands before pressing your lips softly against his. A small whimper tumbles out of your mouth and into his when you he licks into your mouth, your taste still heavy on his tongue. It’s a soft kiss, allowing you to relax into it, your lips warm wet lips gliding easily over his.

You pull back to take a breath and Javi smiles at you, soft and sweet.

You snuggle your face back into his neck, your eyes slipping closed once again. You feel him move around before you hear the click of his zippo and the soft crackling of his cigarette as his takes a long drag. You listen to his pulse slow down and his breathing even out as he finishes his cigarette, the nicotine quickly relaxing his body. You’re almost asleep again when he stubs out the cherry in the ash tray.

“Let’s get you back in bed”

He moves his hands to your ass and you wrap his arms around his neck, nuzzling your face back into his warm neck. He makes sure that the blanket is fully covering you before standing up. You wrap your legs around his waist, trusting him fully as he carries you back inside.

He gently lies you down on your back but you still cling to him, not letting him stand back up.

He chuckles lightly, moving to press a kiss to your jaw.

“I’m just gonna get a rag to clean us up” Javi says quietly, his voice muffled with his lips still pressed to your skin.

You sigh and unwrap your arms and legs from him. You roll over on to your stomach, squishing the side of your face into the cool silk pillowcase as you fold your arms under the pillow.

“Good girl”

He presses sweet kisses to your shoulder, lightly squeezing your ass before standing up.

He barely takes three steps before he hears you.

“Javiiiii” you whine, your heavy lidded eyes looking over your shoulder at him. He turns on his heel to look at you, worry and concern washing over him.

“What’s wrong, princesa?” He asks, padding back over to the edge of the bed and placing a soft hand on your shoulder.

“Still want you” you whine quietly, looking up at him through heavy eyelids.

“Oh baby” Javi coos, rubbing his hand over your soft, warm skin. “You swallow my cock and squirt all over my hand and your little pussy is still needy for me?”

“Need you to fill me up, Javi. Wanna stretch around you” you whine, slightly tilting your ass into the air. Javi smiles that soft smile, letting you know that he’ll take care of you and you let your eyes fall shut.

You feel his hand trail down your back until it meets his other one to palm your cheeks. You hum happily, delighted by the feeling of his big warm hands on you.

You feel the bed dip with Javi’s weight as he settles on his knees between your thighs. He gently pulls your cheeks apart, cool air rushing over your hot wet seam.

“Jesus Christ, princesa” Javi moans, the soft lighting in the bedroom finally allowing him to see how wet you are.

He spits softly above you, not that you need it at all but because he can. He watches intently as its drops from his lips and you moan into the pillow when you feel Javi’s spit slide down your crack and pool around your tight hole. His cock starts to quickly harden again in his boxers.

“Love all your perfect little holes, princesa” Javi grunts.

He runs his thumb through the mess between your thighs before circling your puckered hole. You gasp when he presses his the tip of his thumb into your tight hole, your body starting to tremble again.

“You want me to play with your little asshole baby?” Javi teases before letting more spit dribble out of his mouth and onto you, adding to the mess between your legs.

”Need you inside me Javi, wanna cum around you” you whine, your tight hole squeezing around Javi’s thumb as your cunt clenches around air.

He tucks the idea into his back pocket, saving of destroying your tight little hole for another day.

“You really need it bad, don’t you baby” Javi says almost in disbelief.

You lift your hips up, trying your best to wiggle your ass in front of Javi’s face. He takes the hint, moving off the bed to quickly kick off his boxers. He’s back between your legs within seconds, pressing his cock against your cunt and sliding up in the wet mess until his tip catches on your asshole.

“Javi please”

Javi smacks your cheek, making yo cry out as he grinds harder against your slit.

“I’m gonna give you what you want, baby, but you need to be patient.”

You whimper into the pillow and fist your hands into the blanket by your face. Your chest burns from your heavy pants as he slides his hot and heavy cock through your folds getting himself wet with your slick.

You gasp when finally feel him notch his thick head at your dripping entrance. He sinks into you in one languid stroke, filling you up to the brim without letting you adjust to his size.

You both moan loudly together not worried about anyone hearing anymore. He starts with a slow pace, pulling out until just his tip is inside before pushing back in until he’s bumping against your cervix. Your eyes roll back into your skull, loud moans pouring out of you as Javi fills you. You can barely breathe, Javi punching the breath out of lungs every time he thrusts inside of you.

You feel his fingertips dig into your skin as he grips your hips and he holds you in place, exactly where he wants before he’s snapping his hips, fucking into you at a brutal pace.

You howl into the pillow as he slams into you. He’s so deep that you swear you can feel him in your throat. You can’t stop moaning, tears forming in the corners of your eyes as he continues to ruin you, not letting up on his pace for even a second. You try to scoot up the bed, try to create a bit of distance from him just so you can catch your breath. He does not take kindly to that.

He snakes one hand up your spine, grabs a fist full of hair and pulls, causing you to arch your back and push your hips further into his. Hot pain shoots through your scalp and down your spine, mixing deliciously with the pleasure that’s consuming you.

“Nuh-uh, baby. You asked for this so don’t fuckin run from it now” Javi growls through clenched teeth.

You cry out again, and Javi lets out a loud moan of his own from behind you when he feels your walls grip him so impossibly tight that he can’t move inside of you for a couple of seconds.

He suddenly lets go of your hair, instead opting to push your head against the pillow. He makes sure that you can still breathe but he holds you there, hand heavy on your head as he continues to pummel into you.

“Squeezing me so tight, baby. You like when I’m rough with you?”

He obviously doesn’t have to ask. He knows you like the back of his hand, can read your body like a books he’s read a thousand times before. He knows you fucking love it and even if he didn’t, the way your slick leaks out around him and drips onto the sheets below would be a good indicator.

Javi folds over you, moving his hand from your head so he can rest on his forearms, caging your body underneath his. His pace doesn’t falter, not even for a second.

“Tell me baby. Tell me who’s makin you feel this good” Javi growls in your ear.

His words, the feeling of his hot breath and the sound of his delicious gasps and grunts makes you whine loudly.

“Tell me right now, princesa. Or else I’ll fucking stop right now and leave you trembling here alone”

“Javi, fuck! Javi it’s you. You’re so fucking big, getting so deep. Feels so good, baby” you babble, every word you say punctuated by his hips snapping into you harshly.

Javi let’s out a groan of satisfaction.

“That’s right, baby. I’m the only one who can fuck you this good, only one who can properly stuff this needy fucking cunt”

You sob at his words, your cry morphing into a scream when he starts to thrust right into your g-spot. You see stars behind your eyelids, white hot waves of pleasure crashing down on you. Moan after moan tumbles out of lips as he holds the same position, fucking up into your spot over and over again.

“That your special spot, princesa? Am I gonna make you cum again ‘round my fat cock?”

All you can manage is another sob and a vigorous nod against the pillow. Javi’s pressing messy, open mouth kisses to your back and neck, licking, biting, and sucking wherever he pleases. The delectable combination of the scent of his cologne with the scent of the specific brand of cigarettes he always smokes, and whiskey he always drinks swirls around and fills your head while his heavy weight pressing on top of you is making you absolutely feral. The ball of pleasure of swelling in your abdomen, quickly getting tighter and tighter with Javi’s every thrust.

“Cum for me, baby. Can feel you squeezing and I wanna feel you soakin me again” Javi grunts.

He barely gets the last word out before your you’re flying off the edge again. You positively scream as your orgasm rips through you, pure electricity coursing through your veins making your whole body tremble violently underneath him.

He can’t keep himself together, not when you’re shaking and squeezing this hard and especially not when you’re gushing around around him, soaking his lower abdomen and the sheets below you with your release. He reaches his own release seconds after you. His thrusts get sloppy until his hips stall, his cock buried inside of you as deep as possible, unloading a massive load with a long strangled moan. He cums for what feels like forever, a string of curses and your name tumbling out his mouth until he collapses on top of you.

It takes a good while before both of you return to your bodies. You’re still shaking from the intensity of your earth shattering orgasm. Your whole body is so sensitive that Javi’s hot and breathy pants on your back feels like flames are licking your skin. Your chest and throat burn from your screams and raspy breaths and your walls are still contracting rhythmically around his softening cock.

“Fuckin hell, baby” Javi says with a breathless chuckle.

You can feel the vibrations of his chest on your back and it makes your eyes flutter shut as you sink deeper and deeper into pure bliss. He’s starts pressing warm, wet, open mouthed kisses to your back, shoulders, and neck again, his way of saying thank you and maybe even those three little words he still can’t say to you even after all this time.

Javi eventually slowly pulls out of you with a hiss and you shamelessly whimper at the loss of feeling of his cock splitting you in half. You immediately feel his cum trickling out of you but his fingers are just as quick, coming up to slide through your folds and gently push his release back inside of you with a low, almost possessive sounding groan.

You let out a soft cry, your whole body lurching as his fingers slides his fingers in and out of you’re sensitive hole for a few more seconds.

When he’s had his fill, he removes his fingers and presses a long, soft kiss to your hip before standing up.

You hear him walking to the bathroom and turn on the faucet and then he’s back to clean you up with a warm wet rag. Your limbs are jello as deep relaxation fills your body and your sleepiness starts to quickly creep back in. Javi’s laser-focused on being as gentle as possible as he cleans you up, relishing the sweet soft whimpers that you probably don’t even realize your making.

He presses as another kiss to your shoulder before he leaves again. This time he comes back with a glass of water, holding to straw to your lips. You glance up at him as you gulp the water down, his brows furrowed in concentration making sure you drink enough.

When your both satisfied, he sets the water down on the nightstand as you slip your eyes shut. You feel the bed dip as he climbs in next to you, immediately wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest, just like how you fell asleep. He makes sure that you’re not touching the wet spot of the bed before snuggling his face against your shoulder and shutting his eyes that have suddenly gotten very heavy.

Changing the sheets can wait until the morning he thinks to himself as he squeezes you just a bit tighter and quickly slips into deep, heavy sleep. You’re the best goddamn sleeping pill there is.

Thanks for reading :) This is my return to writing after 5 years and first time ever writing for Javi so lmk if you liked it! Maybe send me a request!

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fucking florida - emily prentiss x reader

word count - 1950

warnings - smut, eating out, vibe, office sex, alcohol, mommy kink, begging

first em fic so sorry if it sucks

cr @storiesofsvu for the vegas line i read a dangerous game all in one sitting the other night and it was stuck in my brain

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“Fucking Florida,” you muttered on the way to the coffee machine for your third cup of the night. It was already after twelve and the mountain of paperwork didn’t seem to be getting any smaller. You began the permanent battle to get the ancient machine running and picked out a mug, savouring every second away from the towering files and microscopic print. Almost immediately after the overwhelmingly strong scent whipped through the bullpen a certain unit chief emerged from her office, silver hair dragged back into a haphazard ponytail and top three buttons undone. To say you were obsessed with this woman would be an understatement. Yes, she was your boss and yes, she was majorly off limits, but there was no telling your body that. There was no helping the shiver that ran down your spine when she spoke, the goosebumps that revealed themselves whenever she brushed against you on the jet, the way every little hair on your body would stand on end when she singled you out. In short, you had it bad for Emily Prentiss, with no end in sight.

“Didn’t know anyone else was still here,” she drawled.

“Everyone sane went home hours ago.”

“And who can blame them, look at us. Relying on far too much caffeine just to get us through the paperwork.”

“When in Quantico,” you said with a small smile.

She laughed slightly, picking up the coffee pot and pouring two mugs, “It’s too late for your bad jokes.”

“You’ll have to excuse my lack of comedic genius, I'm exhausted and working on an empty stomach,” you replied, taking one of the mugs from her.

“What! Why?” She asked.

“I’m not a breakfast person to begin with and then with all the chaos this morning and the flight and the paperwork I just haven’t had the time to breathe.”

“I just ordered food, you’re having some of it.”

“Where did you order from this late?” 

She chuckled, “A lady never kisses and tells.”

God you wished she would kiss you. You simply raised an eyebrow and took a sip of your coffee in response.

“It’ll be delivered to my office soon, grab a file and come wait.”

“Exactly what I’ve been craving, yet more blindingly dull reports,” you deadpanned, already heading back to your desk to sweep the top folder into your waiting bag and follow Emily to her office.

Of course you had been in there before, but never so late and never for an extended period of time. It was different, strangely exhilarating, walking through that door and being directed to the low table in the corner, sitting on the carpet and working this closely to another person. The two of you typed in comfortable silence until a knock came and a sheepish college student walked in with a huge brown paper bag.

“Finally, thanks so much,” Emily said to the poor boy, handing him the cash.

“Quick, move the case notes. Just dump them under the table for now.” You did so, pulling them all into a rough pile and quite literally dumping them on the floor under the table. She wasted no time in delving into the enormous bag, pulling out a burger, two boxes of fries and the biggest soda you had ever seen in your life.

“Good job I was hungry,” she joked.

“Fries.” You reached over and snagged a box, grease seeping through the bottom and onto your fingers before you even opened it. “Oh my god that’s good,” you said around a mouthful.

“I have an idea..” She swerved around the table, snatching a fry on the way and walked right out of the room. A minute later she came back in, bottle in hand.

“Rossi’s finest I presume?”

“Only the best for you,” She finished with a devilish grin.

“Glasses?”

“On ne fait que commencer.” And she took a sip straight from the bottle.

Fucking French. You reached over and stole the whisky from her, upending it and barely blinking when the amber liquid hit your throat. 

“Someone has a tragic backstory just waiting to be unlocked.”

“The years of greasy food and crushing loneliness have numbed me to the mundane sensations of everyday life.” 

“Preaching to the choir honey.” She raised the burger to her mouth and took a bite, sighing in content as she did.

The two of you kept eating in not quite silence, the crunching of fries and occasional clinking of the bottle providing the nights soundtrack. Only once all the food had gone and you were both sufficiently tipsy did you come up for air.

“Remind me to tell you I'm starving more often, this is the best time I've had in this building to date.”

“Anything to make some half decent memories in this place, all the bad we see deserves a little alcohol and fast food every now and then.”

“I know something you could do to make this memory more than half decent,” you muttered.

“Oh? Now what, pray tell, could that be?” She feigned confusion and came to sit on your side of the table, resting her head in one hand and looking up at you through her lashes.

“Fuck it.” Both of you leaned in at the same time, lips crashing together and a breathless gasp escaping from you, her hands drifting to your waist and tugging you onto her lap. It was desperate and clumsy and everything you expected it to be, everything you needed it to be. Her tongue pried your lips apart as you explored each others mouths, too desperate for contact to bother with technique. You fumbled with her buttons and she smiled against your mouth, breaking the kiss to pull your shirt over your head and undo the few buttons of her own that you had been unable to access. Breathing hard, you pushed yourself off of her and sat on the table, legs wide and one hand splayed behind you for balance, admiring the view in front of you. Not every day the unit chief of the BAU was shirtless in front of you after all.

Reaching for your belt, she asked, “Can I?”

“God yes.”

She made quick work of both the belt and your jeans, tossing them aside before slowly pulling your underwear all the way down and dropping it, slipping both hands between your thighs and slowly separating them. Lowering her face, she met your eyes and slowly kissed a teasing path from your inner thigh to your clit, stopping just before she made contact. You let out a whimper, already soaked for her.

“Desperate, are we?”

“Less talk more tongue,” You demanded.

Luckily for you, she obliged, wasting no time in wrapping her lips around your clit and sucking hard, dragging a savage groan from the base of your throat. Loosening her hold on your clit, she focused her attention lower down, flicking her tongue briefly in and out before delivering a broad lick to your cunt, finally setting for alternating between the two motions whenever your moans peaked in volume. Bringing her hands into the mix, she drew slow circles around your clit, successfully driving you to the edge as your breathing became faster and faster, the only coherent word coming from your lips being her name over and over in an increasingly high pitch. Her relentless pace never slowed, even as you finally came with a breathy gasp, fucking you through your high.

Dropping back down onto her heels, she smiled at you before reaching behind her back and unclasping her bra, throwing the purple fabric to the corner before grabbing you by the thighs and pulling you back into her lap for another searing kiss, easily parting your lips this time and taking full advantage of your post-orgasmic confusion. The haze clearing somewhat, you became aware enough to dive your hands downwards and play with her chest, flicking her nipples between your fingers and relishing in the soft whimpers falling into your mouth. It was you that pulled away this time, taking one of her breasts into your mouth and swirling your tongue around, eliciting a delicious moan from Emily. You bit down, hard enough to leave a mark, and she let out a squeal of pleasure, pushing you to do more.

Switching your focus to the other side, you repeated the movements, teeth pressing into her soft skin as your tongue worked overtime. Just as she released a particularly loud moan, your fingers forced their way into her waistband and found her clit, jerking it back and forth to the same pace your other hand was setting on the side of her chest not currently in your mouth. She was a mess, to put it nicely, grinding on your hand in a desperate attempt to get herself there. Feeling just how wet she was, you decided to forego any teasing and simply go faster, push her harder, anything to get her over that edge. Twisting your wrist for better access, you pushed both your fingers and tongue to the same brutal speed, stirring raw sounds from the woman above you as she peaked, ruining her formerly perfect suit trousers once and for all. 

Wordlessly, she pushed you off again and crossed to the desk, rummaging in a drawer until she came up with a small silver key. Bending down to where you couldn’t see, she fitted the key in the lock of her bottom drawer and yanked it open, retrieving something without bothering to close the drawer behind her as she walked back towards you, hands behind her back so as not to reveal what she had. The second she was close enough you stood and grabbed her trousers by either hip, meeting her eyes as you removed them. 

“So what is it that you keep locked away in that desk of yours?” You asked.

In response, she smirked and lifted up a bubblegum pink vibrator.

“Let’s see just how many more we can get out of you tonight sweetheart.”

She flipped you around and forced you onto the desk, pushing your legs apart as you whimpered in anticipation. Laughing at your eagerness, she pushed the toy into you, flicking at your clit as she turned it on at the lowest setting and you let out a groan. 

You glared at her. “More.”

“Manners, or mommy won’t do a single thing more. Besides, I bet you look so pretty begging for it.”

Breath hitching at her words, you felt the vibrator slip as you grew wetter, reaching to push it back in only for Emily to grab your wrist. 

“Please…” You muttered.

“I know you can do better than that baby, now come on, tell me what you want.”

“Please mommy please turn it up I need more god just please.”

“Since you asked so nicely…” She trailed off, pausing for a second before pushing the vibrator deeper into you and setting it to max, pulling a guttural gasp from the recesses of your throat.

“That's it princess, let me hear you.”

You held nothing back, letting her tear sounds from you that you didn’t even know you were capable of making for hours until you were both spent, collapsed on the office floor as the first threads of sunlight came through the blinds.

“Fuck Em it’s getting light outside.”

“Shit.”

The room was a blur of motion as both of you hunted for your clothes, her sighing when she saw the state of her trousers and rummaging through her go bag for a fresher pair. 

“Anyone finds out about this and we’re both royally fucked, capisce?”

You beamed at her. “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.”

[throneofrayllum]

Dinostar Week Day 1; Yellow

Darius across from Brooklynn on the couch as she filed his nails. "You keep your nails so short there's almost nothing to file!" Brooklynn said laughing. She continued, "I think yours are shorter than Kenji's, and his are microscopic because of his climbing." Brooklynn's face went slightly downcast at her mention of Kenji, he was still a sensitive subject. Darius grabbed Brooklynn's hands, halting her filing. "Hey, B, you ok?" Brooklynn looked up and plastered on a fake smile. "Yeah! yeah I'm good." Darius leaned forward, "Brooklynn. I know you better than that." She rolled her eyes, "I'm sad, ok? But I'll be fine. We weren't meant to be, I wasn't a good partner." Brooklynn sighed. "Can I be honest for a second?" Darius nodded, squeezing her hands tighter. "I love Kenji, I really do, I always will, and I was devastated when we first broke up but.." Darius bent his head down so he could catch her eye since Brooklynn was staring at her lap. "But...what?" Darius asked. Brooklynn looked up again. "Looking back, I feel like maybe I we weren't good for each other. I can't make him happy and give him what he deserves, he can't support my work. We fought a lot. I don't think we would've made it anyways, I think we would have broken up sooner or later for some other reason if he hadn't dumped me on that mountain." Brooklynn began to laugh as she recalled her break up with Kenji. "Oh my god, Darius, climbing down that thing after breaking up was hands down the most awkward thing I've ever experienced!" Darius started laughing with her. When their laughter died down, Brooklynn said, "Thanks for letting me vent, I know it's probably not fun hearing your brothers ex rant about her problems." Darius snorted, "Brooklynn, your not "my brothers ex", your my best friend." He wouldn't admit that he wishes she was more than that, he could barely admit it to himself. "Aw, Dino nerd." Brooklynn said as she ruffled his hair. Darius had forgotten all about the manicure he was supposed to be getting until Brooklynn pulled out a CVS bag. "Pick your color", she said while haphazardly waving the bag around. Darius grabbed the bag from her. "Ok-B, your gonna knock the lamp out with that thing", he said. Brooklynn stuck her tongue out. After looking through the contents of the bag, Darius picked out a yellow polish, definitely not because it was Brooklynn's favorite color. "Yay! I was hoping you'd pick yellow", Brooklynn said with a soft smile. As she painted his nails, Darius couldn't help but close his eyes. The feel of her hands on his made everything seem unimportant compared to this, to her. "Y'know, I love yellow on you." Brooklynn said, causing him to look at her. "Yeah?" Darius asked. Brooklynn nodded, "Yeah. It's such a you color, whenever I see a sunflower or a school bus or something I think of you." Darius laughed, "I'm sorry, a school bus?" Brooklynn smacked his arm. "Ok, maybe not a school bus, but you know what I mean." Darius couldn't help but feel like her favorite color reminding her of him meant something. No, he had to stop thinking like that. She would never see him that way. "Ok, done!" Darius examined her work. "Pretty." He said. Brooklynn tossed her short hair, "Of course it is, I did it."

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Say, which characters in HB and HH do you hate the most character wise and then design wise

OHHH MAN i could write an entire video essay about this topic lmao, let me try to be as brief as possible

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Hazbin - Worst Character: This one's hard, there are a few characters who probably suck but I just don't know that much about them. But based on what I know now, honestly…? Charlie. Coinsidering that… I think Faustisse?… confirmed that she's over 200 years old, the sheer level of naivete on her part is just annoying and unbelievable. She's over twice as old as Alastor, she should not be swayed so easily by him. As far as I'm aware she's not in a Disney Princess situation where she was shut inside the castle walls her entire life (PLEASE correct me if I'm wrong on that though) so there's no reason why she shouldn't be at least a little savvy to the ways of sinner demons. She should also have been able to see the VERY OBVIOUS SIGNS that Vaggie used to be an exorcist. Even Carmilla comments that it's super fuckin obvious; the Princess of Hell herself should be knowledgeable enough to pick up on hints that even the fandom picked up on when it was just the pilot. Overall, Charlie just comes across as kinda stupid imo. I don't find myself rooting for her at all.

Hazbin - Worst Design: Alastor. I know he may not necessarily look the worst, and I do in fact simp for him, but his design does absolutely NOTHING that a character design is supposed to do. Namely, it doesn't tell us anything about him & it doesn't help him stand out from the cast. Nothing about his design is uniquely 1930s (nobody wore their hair like that, pinstripe suits started in the 1800s and continue to be popular today, monocles were more of an 1800s thing and were considered old-fashioned by the 30s) or deer-esque (his ears really do not look like dear ears at all, and his "antlers" are just microscopic salad forks that don't even show up on his silhouette). The whole Voodoo thing, aside from being super disrespectful to a literal religion that is still actively practiced, is also so inconsequential to his character that it can be removed entirely and change NOTHING about him. Any of his traits that are in line with the Voodoo thing can still exist without it -- him being a trickster and a dealmaker, mostly. All the blacklight stuff doesn't match his aesthetic at all: in Princess and the Frog where everything was 1920s it gave a magic effect, but in Hazbin where all different time periods comingle it just gives a raver effect, which doesn't fit his anti-modern preferences at all. Also the living-shadow thing is yet another direct ripoff from Dr. Facilier (that might just be in the pilot though I'm not sure), I think the living microphone is a better route to take if you want him to have a spiritual companion type of thing; it's more relevant to his theming and more original. And of course none of this even touches on the "he's half-black" bullshit excuse that only came after V*v received backlash about the Voodoo thing. And it doesn't even solve the issue anyway. A mixed-race man from the 1930s would make for a very interesting character IF that unique experience/identity was actually integrated into his character in any noticeable way, but it's not. It was just slapped on at the last minute. Ugh. I could write an entire essay about Alastor alone tbh.

Helluva - Worst Character: Fizzarolli, but mostly when he was first introduced. Aesthetically he's the closest thing that I have to a "blorbo" in this show, but in the Ozzie's episode he just gave me the most rancid vibes ever. Definitely a "asexuality doesn't exist, you just haven't been with ME yet~" type of person. Admittedly that's more of a personal preference thing and less of a poor characterization; they're in the Lust ring, that type of attitude is kind of expected. What IS poor characterization, however, is his "development" later on when he and Ozzie basically get their own arc. His entire personality changes to be much softer and like…. idk, very obviously a trauma VICTIM and not so much of a potential trauma CAUSER? His character is not nearly as abrasive, but there's no corresponding event that would cause such a change. It just seems like now that he's supposed to be a sympathetic character, they changed his personality to be more appealing. He's not nearly as mean and rude as he used to be. Ozzie has a similar thing going on but it's not quiiiiite as severe, and he's saved from being the Worst by having a far more interesting and unique design. (If you had asked who I think has the BEST design in Helluva, I'd probably say Ozzie.)

Helluva - Worst Design: Beelzebub, no contest. A lot of people seemed to have a problem with her being bee-themed instead of fly-themed like the real Beelzebub in demonology, but that honestly doesn't bother me; I'm not expecting any Hellaverse stuff to be super accurate to The Real Lore so any tiny reference they can slip in (like with Ozzie's design) is just gravy. To me, bee and fly are close enough, I think it counts as a reference. Plus, the bee theme goes well with Gluttony ("nectar" is a common synonym for delicious food) and calling her Queen Bee is an easy way to make her name more appealing/sexy than, yknow. "Beelzebub." What DOES bother me is her canine aspect. Why is she a sparkledog? What is the logic behind that? Why isn't she huge-by-default like Ozzie and Mammon? (You'd think GLUTTONY of all sins would be a big character!) It really just feels like V*v wanted Ke$ha to have a cameo role as a major character and just arbitrarily picked one of the sins for her to be. So the character design has Ke$ha in mind faaaaar more than it has Beelzebub in mind. ***(Funny thing about Queen Bee: for a solid week after her episode came out, I was actually fooled by this page from an RP wiki: [https://hazbin-hotel-and-helluva-boss-rp.fandom.com/wiki/Beelzebub] The explanation that I'd gleaned for this version of her is that the picture shown is the REAL Beelzebub, and the one we see in the show is her daughter by the lord of Hellhounds, Cerberus, which explains her canine features. Queen Bee Jr. is the heiress to her mom's title in the same way Charlie is the heiress to Lucifer's title. The picture shown on that page is just SUCH a better design, and it looks like the show's style, and she seems to be a giant like Ozzie and Mammon…. can you blame me for being like "OH that makes sense!!" Cut to me a week later finding out this is just a fan RP wiki. Siiiigh.)

[forgotten-retrouvaille]

@pretty-isnt-pretty-enough [sherry] to JILL VALENTINE .

i'm more free than i was before, but wherever i go, i find myself.

Jill Valentine had been behind enemy lines for what felt like months.

She should have died at that cliff . Should have been shattered into a million pieces that couldn't ever be rebuilt , but she had been, against her will and without her choice . She'd been comatose, then sedated as she healed entirely , locked in a room that she considered a cell more than anything with doctors constantly filtering in and out . Taking blood, samples, studying her like an insect underneath a microscope - she hated every minute of it . Scars criscrossed her entire body, from where bones had snapped and where she'd been slashed and shredded by the windlashed rocks on the way down. She'd taken the bastard's eye though , but she wasn't satisfied until she'd taken everything from him including his life.

As soon as she was off sedation and onto the beginnings of physical therapy, she'd fought like hell . Curses spat at the pieces of shit that tried helping her when she wasn't strong enough to walk , hell , even trying to physically fight all of them. It had gotten to the point where she had to be restrained and security guards had to be the ones to teach her how to walk again , under guidance of the doctors who definitely were not safe from her threats.

Sherry Birkin . The girl she'd saved alongside Lani , and she was here, in the den of snakes , walking freely . She didn't understand, and something in her was relieved at seeing her, but not here. Not like this.

Jill was going to kill everyone in this room when she got the chance, and that thought had been running through her head when she'd seen a flash of blonde hair and immediately thought of the daughter that had gone missing so many years prior.

It was a long shot, and maybe it was half delirium from her exhaustion and the drugs , but her brows had furrowed and she'd called out , her voice filled with uncertainty but also firmness - she couldn't let them see her be weak here - and she'd fought against the men supporting her. When the figure had turned around , Jill's face fell, and her chest tightened. The spine brace she was wearing felt like it suffocated her, felt like it constricted as a viper and the metal drilled into her back burned.

Jill's keenly aware of the men standing beside her , supporting her as they held her up - she was far along in her recovery, actually being able to walk on her own now , but she was still weak enough that she grudgingly couldn't support herself for longer than several minutes . It would take a little more time, but all of this facility would regret having kept her alive. Not even the steel on her wrists would help them - if she could just get her hands on something small to pick them with , if she could slip a gun from somewhere - hell , she'd settle for a knife.

"Sherry - I thought . ."

[degloved]

for all that i tend to dislike the parallels drawn between hannigram and hoffstrahm, they're not entirely unfounded. and for that, i think, they're all the more interesting to set side by side and pick apart (picture me here, if you will, clad in white and peering at the four of them through a microscope while they just sort of growl at each other like stray cats that have only just met.)

with that out of the way, let's look at those initial parallels everyone and their mother immediately saw—the explicitly expressed and implicitly implied "we're conjoined. i'm curious whether either of us can survive separation." the answer in both cases is a resounding NO, though here the similarities stop. if saw v had been brave enough to give us the ending both we and the characters deserved, they'd both have died in the glass coffin trap, full stop. no ifs or buts or anything else, they ought to have both died then and there (and if you share this opinion, perhaps you might enjoy @tranquilitybasehotelcasino's take this to your grave (i'll take it to mine) or my entre chien et loup.) however, perhaps due to the fact that this is not what we got, the theory is actually affirmed—strahm died, and hoffman went off the rails. it is a popular belief that strahm was hoffman's last remaining tie to some amount of sanity, and that's for a good reason; without strahm, the downward spiral was imminent and unavoidable. this remains unchanged if the roles were reversed; if strahm had been the one to live instead, he would find no peace or comfort in the death of jigsaw. he'd left too much of himself pressed between the pages of numerous case files and reports, the sinewy bits of hoffman still stuck between his teeth. it's all one big what if, but i think it's safe to say you would find him poring over the same files and evidence years later, tapp-like in his obsession of a case solved. (if he let himself live that long.)

similarly, hannigram are doomed to the same two choices; had they not lived through the fall (which had of course been implied that they had by bedelia's unfortunate fate), they must die on the rocks below. for only one to live would be a cruel and unusual punishment, which one might say would befit the likes of them, though in that case one would fail to understand that the other would end it all soon thereafter. if it had been will in that role, he would not hesitate—he had already passed his judgement atop that cliff, and would not have second thoughts about redoing that death sentence. if it had been hannibal, he would not go against will's very judgement; in those moments after dolarhyde, hannibal trusted will—and in this moment, he would continue trusting will.

however, hannigram did live—imo—and now, i invite you to engage your suspension of disbelief, as i'm basing this part off the idea that strahm never did get trash-compactor'ed and instead chose the life of a fugitive alongside hoffman, who also never did get saw-bathroom'ed either. and the similarities between the one pair and the other sort of dissolve here, once they find themselves doomed to a life on the lam. post-canon hannigram are both cannibals, hannibal being a very purposeful one and will being a situational one. if the meat is on the menu, will is eating it. meat is meat is meat is food and why should we waste food? he wouldn't go out of his way to eat people, and he'd never instigate a hunt of his own, but if hannibal needs a hand? if hannibal is cooking? why the hell would he complain. meat is meat is meat is food, and he knew what he got into when he ran away with hannibal. and he didn't "get into it" inasmuch as he leaped for the opportunity. hannibal will allow a dozen dogs in the house and their doggy hair on the couch, and will will allow human meat in his dinner. it is easy, because they're made of the same stuff, and will is for the first time at liberty to revel in this darkness that comprises the building blocks of them both.

meanwhile back at the ranch, strahm could not possibly get with hoffman's serial killing tendencies. he'd never stop being angry, he'd never stop seething. he's only here because the alternative is being alone and hoffmanless, and somehow that is worse than this predicament. and he's furious for that fact too, though most of all, he's furious with himself: for the first time in his life, he has acted completely selfishly. for the first time he has taken exactly what he wanted—and it might be, on the whole, one of the worst things anyone could want. it is hard, because they're made of the same stuff, and there's evidence of this in abundance right before his eyes. his only saving grace would be this anger that he is clinging to, because it's the only proof he has that he's not yet wholly rotten. irredeemable, yes, by the virtue of doing what he's done, but he's not that bad, he's not hoffman. and he doesn't want to be like hoffman. and you might ask, why does he stay, then? if he hates it so viscerally? unfortunately (for strahm), he is not exempt from the human condition, he is not exempt from the raw, unbearable desire to be seen and to be understood and, most of all, to be loved. the majority of behaviors and attitudes he's ever displayed to the world have been universally and unanimously deemed as repulsive and off-putting, the majority of the world saw him as 'that angry guy nobody really likes or talks to.' and then another guy came along who saw all of that—the rather tame stuff (his standoffishness and brusque manner) and the more eyebrow-raising stuff (the tendency to bring a gun into the interrogation room and point it at himself and the suspect and the people on the other side of the one-way mirror)—and instead of repelled, the other guy found himself smitten and in love. well i wouldn't know how to act either to be honest. between staying put and watching my one shot at love hit the road without me, and blindly following my one shot at love no matter what my deeply ingrained moral code told me to do... well. you know. WHO'S TO SAY! anyway.

in conclusion, and in the words of @tranquilitybasehotelcasino:

they love each other so much it's SICK, a bit because and a bit despite. hannigram have brought an open season to the poor mfs of cuba as their love manifests itself outwardly—in the overlapped hands on the handle of a knife twisted into somebody else's gut & the warm meal following thereafter; the people of alaska or maine or whatever quaint little westcoastian town hoffstrahm have relocated to remain suspiciously safe, simply for the fact that their love manifests itself inwardly—in the two pairs of hands wrapped around two throats & the promises of violence lovingly whispered in the dark. you know

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hi! Following seeing some of your posts and the art by typosandtea, I was wondering what your lore/ hcs for Cutler are! I LOVE your design for him

also just came to say I think you’re awesome :) have a great day

Thank you so much!! Your headcanons on Cutler have been amazing as well, I'm so glad this character that gets like, two lines of dialogue about him is getting recognized by the fandom (as he DESERVES!)

Headcanons about Cutler

Cutler had his eyes on the cute scrap seller in Rivet City for a while, and their first real interaction was him trying to flirt.

Danse, being on the aroace spectrum (maybe demisexual?) and extremely oblivious, never realized this fact. He assumed Cutler was just trying to haggle for a lower price.

Cutler never bought anything though. Instead he would ask about the original uses of all the pre-war items Danse had in stock and watched as Danse's face lit up. He loved to listen to him ramble about things he was passionate about.

He asked Danse out for a meal one evening and Danse, hungry and poor, was happy with the free food. Danse never quite picked up on Cutler's crush, but Cutler took it in stride anyway - he was a very carefree guy who was perfectly fine with making a new friend.

Danse and Cutler were basically opposites. Cutler was always impulsive and chaotic, big golden retriever energy, and Danse was much more reserved and anxious when he was younger.

They balanced each other out well, Danse could reel Cutler's chaos in and Cutler taught Danse to loosen up a little. They got into trouble sometimes, but never anything too serious.

I also imagine Cutler to be a bit of a nomad. He had a sister at home he'd send mail to regularly, but other than that he was always moving and exploring the wasteland without a specific goal in mind, only staying at places for a few months at a time before moving on.

So of course he was hyped about the Brotherhood recruiting. Free food, clothing, shelter, and education! And once he got bored he'd just dip and find a new place to call home like he always has.

He probably would have left the Brotherhood long before his scouting op if it wasn't for Danse, honestly.

His opinion of Danse was a complicated one. Depsite not usually becoming attached to friends or lovers, he had this urge to keep Danse safe and watch him succeed in life. Danse was such a strange guy with such a complicated mind it was like watching a bug under a microscope... and his crush on him really didn't help.

By the time he realized just how deep of a hole he dug himself into it was too late to back out and go back to his nomad life. Not that he minded, he was more than happy following Danse to wherever he wanted to go.

At a certain point they both knew they loved each other, but nothing was ever said. It really wasn't important to either of them to label their relationship or have some sort of big admission of love. They just silently knew they'd be there for each other no matter what.

The last time they saw each other was when Cutler was leaving on his mission. He waved through the window of the vertibird and Danse, not wanting to break protocol, kept a steady salute and didn't wave back. They really thought they were going to see each other again.

As for physical features

Danse struggles with a bit of face blindness, so he tends to look for concrete features like hair, markings, or clothing to identify people. Cutler of course mirrored this perfectly by being very noticable in terms of appearance.

Blonde hair, green eyes. A burn scar going down his face and to his shoulder. Cheap jewelery with a fake gold chain necklace. And, despite how cold it probably was in rivet city, he always wore a white tank top. He was a very memorable guy and didn't change his outfits often!

When Cutler died he still had his dogtags and chains around his neck, almost tight enough it was constricting blood flow. This sticks with Danse for a long time and plays a bit into my fic Danse and Uncertainty where he gets all emotional seeing a feral with a sundress on. It reminds him that all these monsters were once human, and potentially once someone's friend.

I don't quite have a story in mind for his burn scar, but given how he spent a big chunk of his life moving around it's not surprising he had some scars. He was never self conscious of them and loved showing them off and telling the stories, even if he had to stretch the truth a bit to make them more interesting.

[danosrosegarden]

request: drabble, reaction of eddie getting a big kiss on the cheek by enby reader while he sits in their lap and they stroke his hair kindly/relaxingly? :'3 he's just so..... also, thank you! - erwynne

At Least - Edward Nashton x GN!Reader Headcannons

Contains: nothing but fluff! (It has been a long time since I've been able to write that!)

Note: *hi Kevin voice* HIII ERWYNNE! I hope you enjoy, thank you for being my first new request!

♡ You can feel the air in the room sink and sigh drowsily as soon as Edward shuts the door behind him. He's been complaining about work each day after getting home, but today felt...different. Bags tugged hard at the flesh underneath his eyes, dusting an even deeper shade of exhausted violet onto the skin than usual. He's slumped even further down, and his tired sigh is even deeper, wearier.

♡ I can imagine him lumbering over to where you are on the couch, not wasting any time worming himself into your arms. He's had a bad day, but at least you're still here.

♡ "Something the matter, Eddie?" His response is raspy and muffled: "Just wanna lay with you."

♡ Your fingers lace themselves in his ruffled hair as you hum softly and he closes his eyes. Edward was a quiet man, but you knew there was so much racing through his mind. If only you could pick apart those pieces, hack off a couple chunks. If only you could dissect and place those wrinkles of his brain under a microscope. You wanted to know what was flowing through his blood. What was buzzing through that brain.

♡ Before him, you just supposed that love wasn't meant for you. You'd had "things" with people, but never anything real. But you'd found something with him you'd never thought you would find. Something that heated your cheeks with bubbling warmth each time you laid eyes on him. Something that released buzzing butterflies into your stomach when you peered into his eyes. Something that kickstarted your heart into slamming gear every time you held his hand or felt the warmth of his skin.

♡ It was intense, this feeling of love. That's what it was; you realized it as you continued to run your fingers through his hair. Love.

♡ Eddie looked up into your eyes as you planted a quick kiss on his forehead. You smiled at him, studying the different shades of green flakes scattered around his irises.

♡ "What's on your mind?" His eyes flitted away, and a cool pink sizzled on his cheeks. "Have I ever told you I love you?" You thought for a moment, shaking your head. "No, I don't think so."

♡ You couldn't quite describe the look that washed over his face. It was a warm smile of passion, it was solemn understanding, it was frosty regret for taking so long to admit it...it was a faithful promise to never let another day pass without declaring it.

♡ "I'm sorry, then. You know how much I love you."

♡ And you did. You felt in each squeeze he gave your hand while holding it, each time he accidentally stepped on your toes while dancing with you in the kitchen, each somber morning where he'd kiss you gently in bed before heading out for work.

♡ "I know you love me. I know you do. I love you, you know that?"

♡ You felt him nod into your chest. And that was all you needed. You sealed another kiss on his forehead. You dragged your thumbs along the soft skin of his cheeks, feeling the red bloom of heat on the pads of them.

♡ You were always going to be there. You'd be there whether he was broken and bleeding or dripping with joy. He was your Eddie. That's what mattered. Come as he is. Yes, he may have had a bad day, but at least you were there. That's what mattered. <3

[lastweeksshirttonight]

Me: People asked me to put together Top 5s for John Oliver stuff, I should do that

Me: ...

Top Five Fall Out Boy Songs

5. "Heaven, Iowa" (So Much for Stardust)

Look, any time someone I like drops a song that sounds like a sexy murder is about to happen, that song immediately becomes one of my favorites. (I blame my longterm love of Pulp.) And this is prime "something BAD (but hot?) is about to happen" material.

4. "Our Lawyer Made Us Change the Name of this Song So We Wouldn't Get Sued" (From Under the Cork Tree Deluxe)

One of my favorite album openers of all time, Fall Out Boy or no. The harmonies are perfect, the self-deprecating snark is off the charts, it lets you know exactly what you're in for with the rest of the album.

I wrote my thesis on this album and have a complicated relationship with it as a result (as anyone would with something they spent like five months picking apart in the most minute detail especially considering the lyric sheet in the album was INCORRECT HALF THE TIME), but this song still makes me so excited when it comes on, like I'm hearing FUTCT for the first time again.

3. "Headfirst Slide into Cooperstown on a Bad Bet" (Folie a Deux)

DOES YOUR HUSBAND KNOOOOOOOoooOOOOOOooOoOoOOW

2. "One and Only" (Shock Value, Timbaland)

This song is legitimately wild. You can easily interpret the lyrics as Timbaland and Patrick Stump being in an intensely abusive relationship... that they decided to immortalize in a song with weird church-hymn-like chords, a rap break that starts with a scream, a Timbaland spoken word ending where he calls himself a "tunin' son of a bitch", and one of the funkiest guitar lines the band ever did. Underrated messy classic, I would sell a kidney to see this live.

"G.I.N.A.S.F.S. (Gay Is Not a Synonym for Shitty)" (Infinity on High)

Gonna paint a picture for y'all - the year is 2007. I have never seen an episode of The Daily Show. I have like two friends. I'm stuck in a conservative town and dealing with a deteriorating home life. I think I'm bisexual, and feel completely alone and isolated in that. I gravitate towards dressing male and masculine pursuits, don't know why, and don't have words for it.

My entire life I've been training my voice to basically sing what other people want me to sing. Princess songs. Soprano opera tracks. Broadway torch numbers. Every time I try to sing a pop song for anything, I'm completely shut down. I don't have a pop voice. I have a better voice. Why do you try to belt when you have such a perfect princess voice?

I've never heard anyone who sounds like me both literally and metaphorically, who says the things I'm feeling and thinking, in music. I'm allowed to listen to whatever I wanted, but I'm not allowed to express anything real.

I buy Infinity on High on a whim with gift card money because my sister called Fall Out Boy posers and I wanted to annoy her. (Also the cover was cool.) My mom tells my sister that I could waste my money however I wanted when she protests. I've literally never heard of this band.

When I put that CD into my sound system, I finally hear someone who sings and sounds like me. Every song speaks to me, feeling like I'm under a microscope and like every crush I have is a prelude to a trainwreck. The singer belts and runs and lets himself loose the way I want to with my voice; when I look at the lyric book, I see he even looks like me a bit, red hair and round face and thick plastic glasses.

The album is angry, it's confused, it's chaotic, it's processing. It's every feeling I have while trying to grow up the way I want and not the way everyone else wants me to.

"G.I.N.A.S.F.S." is my little talisman song as I push through school. I am not shitty. I sound like someone. I can trade my femininity (baby blues) for something more masculine (wide-eyed browns), more me.

I'm not alone.

Fall Out Boy is still my favorite band. I've been asked why plenty of times, and it comes back to the way the music spoke to me when I needed it most. And with all their releases, regardless of how much I love or hate them ("Centuries" is like top 5 worst songs I've ever heard material), they still connect to some thread deep inside me that will always be 16 and desperate for connection.

[captain-mj]

Listen... I've looked at the evidence. I really think Korangi could be the suspect here. The murder weapon may have been cnc... (you don't have to do that if you're uncomfortable tho!)

I've projected so much sexual trauma onto Horangi, you have no idea

They had talked about this. Horangi had even prepped himself beforehand so König didn't have to worry about hurting him.

But doing it felt quite a bit different. He stood in front of König, taking in the relaxed and casual way he sat. Legs spread slightly, posture straight but clearly uncaring. Instead of his sniper hood, he didn't wear a mask. His eyes were cutting into him and it made Horangi feel like he was under a microscope.

Both of them were dressed in their fatigues and long sleeved shirts, but by the way König was eyeing him, he didn't think that was going to last long.

As if he read his thoughts. "I want you to undress. Slowly."

Horangi blushed deeply and slowly started to unbutton his shirt. His hands shook slightly. He slowly slipped his shirt from his shoulders. König's eyes followed him, tracing over every scar.

Horangi shuddered and König quickly made eye contact with him, something so intense in his gaze it made him weak.

"I didn't tell you to stop." König growled and Horangi immediately started to undress again. He unbuttoned his pants and looked at him, watching him stare him down before sliding him down his thighs. Horangi stepped out of them, the only clothing left on him his socks and underwear.

"All of it."

"Sir ple-"

"All of it." König ordered, staring at Horangi's thighs. They had burn scars in rings cascading down them, stopping at his knees. His gaze was hungry, like he'd eat Horangi alive if he wasn't careful.

Horangi felt tears in his eyes as he took his socks off first and then his underwear, wincing at how König examined him. He felt so embarrassed as he was forced on display.

"Hands behind your head."

Horangi obeyed and flushed all over. "Sir, please."

"What?" König purred at him, making eye contact again.

"Let me get redressed?"

"No. I could keep you like this. You could sit in my lap like a decoration." His hand slid to his lap, fingers over his crotch and his knees separating just a tiny bit more.

Horangi blushed and swallowed. Humiliation and shame over his scarring mixed together, but he was clearly getting even harder.

"Come here."

Horangi moved closer. "Please, sir, don't make me."

"Kneel."

Slowly, he did. König unbuttoned his pants just enough to pull out his cock. He tangled his fingers in Horangi's hair and pulled him closer. "Get it wet, it's the only lube you'll have." They both knew that wasn't true, Horangi still more than slick from their earlier prep and knowing König, scene or not he'd be using more, but he did as he was told. The threat still went straight to his dick.

Horangi slowly licked up his cock before taking it in his mouth. He tried to slick him up, feeling the hand in his hair tighten.

"You look better like this. Pretty things like you shouldn't have to worry about anything other than pleasing me." He forced him further down on his cock and he gagged hard, tears flowing down his face. His hands settled on König's thighs, squeezing slightly.

Horangi pulled away. Or tried to. As soon as he got to the head of his cock, König pushed him back down, shallowly fucking his throat. He whimpered but relented, relaxing his throat. König was so big, he barely fit, but managed to get the majority of it inside him. Horangi felt drool drip down his chin and he was finally pulled off.

He looked up at him, batting his eyelashes and cleared his throat. "Is that all? Can I go?"

König picked him up and laid him down on the table. "Oh, I'm never letting you go."

"Please, I've never done this before." Horangi begged and tried to press him away from him. He didn't bother really fighting back, not wanting König to get worried he actually wanted him to stop. König held his legs open, looking over him. His fingers trailed down His thighs, getting closer and closer to where Horangi didn’t want him to touch

“I’ll take care good care of you, liebling.” König promised before plunging two of his fingers into him, pressing hard against his prostate and not letting up.

Horangi wailed and struggled, pressing against him. “Sir, please.” He felt König’s hand go around his throat and hold him there, squeezing every few seconds, just enough pressure to cut off the air. Helplessly, he submitted and the fingers withdrew.

König shoved into him and even with all the prep, Horangi felt the stretch.

"Too big. Sir, you're too..." He didn't give him an opportunity to adjust, instead just fucking him immediately. Horangi scratched at his shoulders. "Please..."

"I'm never going to let you go. All mine, Horangi." He squeezed his throat harder and Horangi moaned, feeling him start to hit his prostate. Just like on the field, König was merciless, pounding into him over and over again.

Horangi tried to escape his gaze and cover his face, but König shoved his hands away and yanked him to look at him by his chin. They stared at each other as he fucked him harder. Horangi's legs trembled around his hips.

"Beautiful."

It hit Horangi like a truck and he yanked König closer, vision whiting out as he came. He trembled as he felt König keep going.

It was too much. So much. His body could barely take it. He felt König's tongue across his pulse point and he whimpered.

König tightened his grip on his throat as he came inside him, kissing his face as he did. He kissed him lazily, tongue pushing into his mouth.

After a second, he let go of him.

"Hong-jin, are you okay?" König didn't sound anxious, but he did sound soft. Heavenly.

Horangi nodded, eyes closed.

"Liebling, you have to speak, remember?"

"I'm okay." Horangi responded and he felt him pick him up. He nuzzled into his throat and held him closer.

"We'll cuddle for a bit and when you're feeling up for it, we'll shower."

Horangi nodded and kissed him softly, moaning softly. "Thank you."

König smiled and looked over his face. "You really are gorgeous."

"Stop." He looked away, flushing. "I'm all scarred and gross."

"Hong-jin."

"Don't use my name like that!" Horangi huffed, but he couldn't help how he melted a little more into him.

[sonicasura]

Meanwhile at Tachikawa Base

Mina and Hoshina were currently making there way to the bases lab and research deparment. The reason well to get the information on what they found on the soappy sustance that Hoshina had been covered in ( took a 5 man team power wash and an 1 hour in the hot springs to finally be able to pick up a glass of water.)

The hope was maybe it could shed some light on the mysterious Kaiju's origin along with a hint to who the kid could be. They were hopeful for answers primarily due to the fact the head of the department called Mina in an excited tone she didn't think possible for the director.

" Ah Captain Ashiro, Vice-Captain Hoshina so glad you came posthaste"

A man in his fifties a scholar on the inner workings of Kaiju and there general make up. Having cool blue hair and a bit of lanky stance along with customized glass too, that act as a microscope. In all honesty the Professor was eccentric but he still held an air of intelligence and reliability which is how he got the director postion.

Mina: Hello Professor, nice to see you in such high spirits.

Professor: Thank you, nice too see the both of you doing well especially you Hoshina with how many walls you slammed into a couple days ago.

Hoshina: Please don't remind me * Shivers at the memory of crashing into his room door*

Professor: Ah yes yes , oh but enough with the pleasentries your here for answers and valiable information. Now first off the sample we got from the Kaiju, was deconsturcted and cross refrenced through our entire library of Kaiju annnnddd we got nothin'.

Mina/ Hoshina: Huh?

Professor: Yup not a single hit on any possible classification of known Kaiju, in fact the dna structure was entriely different, though we just chalked that up to possible contamination and interfernce from the Soap substance so for now that is on hold.

Mina: So we don't have any viable information which means were back where we started * Downcast*

Professor: *Frown* I'm sorry but that's all we could pull on that front. * A wide smile begins to adorne the Professors face* However there is a major, no a REVOLUTIONARY discovery we made with the soap substance, that I think you too should see.

Surprised and Intriuged by such a grand statement they followed the Professor to a testing room with a secure clear glass testing table with a couple liquids in their.

Professor: Now I was going to give you a run down but I decided to just get to the interesting parts. Now this right here is a blood from a Honju, this stuff is very sticky and takes powerful cleaning solutions normaly to move but, with a drop of the soap substance into the water * immediately pours it onto the blood* the soap begins to break apart the properties immediately turning the once sticky and rather putrid smelling blood into super low density liquid that also removes the stickyness and the smell.

Hoshina: Huh... a little drop of the soap substance did all that?

Mina: Hmm... that would be useful for getting clean up projects done faster but is it even safe?

Professor: That's the fantastic thing, it's completely safe for humans, unlike the super powered chemicals we have to use this get it done, with less hassle and danger, and it's even eco-friendly. To give you an idea a human can bath with this stuff and come out healthy and squeaky clean. Not only that the soap has another property * brings out and acidic proof table with a pulsing slime like substance* this is the highly acidic organ that's found in almost all Kaiju, volitalie stuff the eats away at a great number of things, along with the fact the some Kaiju have an more advanced version were they spit out the acidic fluid.

* Grabs another vial of water and add another drop of soap*

Professor: The soap * Splashes it on the acid*

The acid reacts for only a second before like the blood lowering it's density and moving outwards like a river in all directions

Professor: It again lowers the density and * pokes it with metal stick* immediately and completely removes the acidic effect. Needless to say

THIS. IS. REVOLUTIONARY!!!!

Mina and Hoshina were awestruck by what they were told a tiny drop of that strange soap produced by that Kaiju washed away the blood in an instant, along with the other major effect of neturalizing a Kaiju's acid. Not only was this a revolutionary discovery for Monster Cleanup companies, it would be a major boon to the Defense Force.

Mina and Hoshina looked at each both knowing they were thinking the same thing they need to find that kid along with those strange Kaiju.

Another little snippet as the mystery and intrigue of the Rider and there strange Kaiju cause them to redouble there efforts to get them captured along with No.8 as one will surely follow the other

Considering Bubblefoam's flavor text is 'Just a few drops could turn a swamp into a bubble bath', it probably took a while for them to realize the stuff was harmless to humans. The only concern being overusage as then it triggers 'Bubbleblight' from what Rider accidentally said during the chase with Hoshina. Looks like they are drawing connections between them and Kaiju No. 8.

I can only imagine their reactions upon finding out 8 sees Rider alongside their Monsties as his whelp. They probably know how difficult it is to handle Kaiju who follow their paternal instincts. Best to nab one while the other isn't present.

Edit: Now I have the image of them trying to figure out Rider's face. Do they have a small skull like carapace like No. 8? Or are they a human who been raised by Kaiju?

[yesterdayiwrote]

I really want the thesis on George mirroring people if you’re so inclined 👀

So I also got this anon and the two things are kind of tied together...

i would absolutely read your essay about how george doesn't know how to be himself because i also have so many thoughts about his personality that i'm too scared to voice for a fear of people saying that i'm making assumptions😶😶😶

I will try my best, but I am absolutely dreadful at putting my rambly observations/overanalysis/bug under a microscope theories into coherent prose sometime so apologies in advance this tails off or gets a bit muddled!

I think it's quite obvious that George it's a bit... socially awkward? He's confident in an oratory way, he seems quite chatty and social, he's not shy about his body and showing it off, and yet there's just an undeniable 'awkwardness' to him that it’s hard to put into words?

It’s always said by people that George is too ‘PR’ and I think he really does try hard? Possibly too hard sometimes because it seems so noticeable that he’s trying, but I don’t think it’s because of any nefarious reason, I feel like he’s just really kind of… self conscious?

I think there’s a tendency for people to view self consciousness through a lens of vanity and pre-occupation with perfection but actually a lot of the time it’s a confidence issue too and I’ve just always got a feeling that despite appearances, George isn’t always the most confident in himself and doesn’t know how (or perhaps want to) let down his walls completely and just be his full unguarded self in public.

I think we see flashes of it at times, and I think all of them are wary of being fully open in public, and yet George always feels the one to me who is perhaps most worried about being ‘silly’?

Which is where the mirroring thing comes in. Sometimes I feel that in his quest to present a ‘version’ of himself, he almost strays into emulating other people at times? (This is where it gets all deep and if you’re not into the bug under a microscope stuff you may want to jump off here)

I feel sometimes (and I may be way off here) that George still isn’t quite sure who he is yet or how he wants to be seen. No criticism because I think that’s totally normal. He’s still young, there’s more pressure to be a character of some kind of substance in the public eye, and I think plenty of people much older than him still don’t entirely know who they are, who they want to be or how they want the world to perceive them.

So, I think sometimes he kind of emulates people around him, which again isn’t unusual, I think we all do it. I think it’s part of how most of us find ourselves, and I’m totally willing to admit it may be me drawing parallels where they weren’t necessarily intended. It may be that he does these things completely subconsciously but idk I still just find it all fascinating?

He went through a brief streamer phase just after lockdown which felt like it was kind of leaning in to what Lando was doing. It gets picked up that Daniel bops along to the National Anthems and now George bops along to them too. Lewis posts a thirst trap… George posts a thirst trap. He hangs out with Jack Grealish once and within two months he’s got his hair style (sans chunky highlights which is an OVERSIGHT tbh)…. - okay that one may be a reach but I’m struggling to think of more examples off the off the top of my head 😂.

As I say, I don’t say it as anything bad and actually I think it is subconsciously part of human nature but it just makes me giggle because it feels like he has such… hero worship of people around him and idk… it’s cute?!

[petitelepus]

A Loner's Unexpected Journey, Part 4

Kimetsu Academy!Genya Shinazugawa X Fem!Reader

Summary: You let Genya take you out on a date to a surprise place. It's PURRRfect.

Warnings: None

A/N: Modern!AU, Kimetsu Academy, Female Reader, Genya Shinazugawa

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You were a nervous wreck. Genya had asked you out and despite feeling reluctant and fearing the worst, you had accepted his invitation. He had been so happy and you felt so bad that you didn't exactly return his enthusiasm.

You had no real experience when it came to dating and you were afraid your poor heart wouldn't be able to handle all these complicated feelings you were having.

You liked Genya, you really did! Maybe even a little more than just as a friend but there were these walls that you had spent years building to protect and keep your fragile heart safe.

Even though you liked Genya, you weren't sure if your heart could handle him… But you had so much fun talking with him during your lunches and you felt like he deserved a chance to show his heart to you.

So here you were, just outside your high-rise and waiting for your date to come and pick you up. Since this was a huge thing for you and you kind of wanted to dress to impress, you had put on this pretty black dress, straightened your hair and you had never put on some makeup.

You were feeling a little out of your element, like a fish out of water with your dress and makeup, but-!

"Oi!"

You snapped out of your thoughts as soon as you heard a familiar voice shout and you turned to see Genya himself running at you. You must have been in a trance because you hadn't noticed him approaching you.

"I'm sorry, am I late?" He asked as he stopped before you and you shook your head, even if you didn't know, "No, I just got here."

"Alright, great-!" He nodded but then he looked at you properly and you felt like you had been placed under a microscope. "Oh."

"Wh- what?"

"You, uh…" Genya blinked and you swallowed nervously, "Yes?"

"You look beautiful…" He admitted as he averted his gaze, his face flushed red as a cherry before he quickly added "I- I mean, you're always pretty, and not just today!"

You felt your eyes widen in surprise, but your heart-! It was beating so hard in your chest and pumping all that blood into your cheeks. Not only that, but you were feeling… Giddy?

"I…" You smiled a little shyly, "Thank you… You look good also."

You weren't lying and your friend and current date nodded.

"S- shall we go?" Genya asked and you nodded before the two of you started walking, to where you had no idea. While you walked you talked about school and his sharp-shooting club and how there was going to be a big competition coming that would determine if he would be able to take your school to nationals.

"Wow, that's very impressive!" You said as you smiled, "I'm happy that you have something you like doing."

"Yeah, shooting is my passion." He nodded with a small smile, "It's what I'm best at."

"That makes me happy." You replied, but then you took notice that you had walked for quite some time already and you still didn't know this was the date, just walking around the city.

"If I may ask, where are we going?" You asked and Genya replied, "It's right around the corner actually."

"Oh?" Your curiosity grew. You hadn't been to this part of the city in ages since there weren't really any stores where you shopped or such. So when you finally stopped in what appeared to be in middle of nowhere, you glanced at your friend in confusion.

"Why did we stop?"

"Because we are here," He said and you blinked as you looked around what caught your attention was a huge window with cats on the other side of the glass.

"Cat Land?" You read the place's name in the glass.

"It's, uh, it's a cat cafe," Genya said and you awed as you nodded, "Oh wow, I haven't been in a cat cafe before!"

"Teacher Himejima suggested this place to me when I asked for advice from him."

Oh, that made you curious. You looked at him and asked, "What did you ask?"

"I, uh…" Genya blushed as he rubbed the back of his head, "Where to take the girl I like…"

"Ah," You looked away in a sad attempt to hide your blush. He said it again, a girl he liked…!

"S- shall we head inside?" He asked and you nodded, "Y- yes please!"

The two of you walked up to the door and you noticed that there was a doorbell, that Genya pressed. You were confused but decided to wait and see instead of asking, and sure enough, a woman in an apron with a cat's picture and the cafe's name came to greet you at the door.

"Hello there! Do you guys have reservations?" The waitress asked and you felt your blood freeze in fear. Did you have one? You didn't know you needed one, and then you started to panic for Genya's sake. He would no doubt be embarrassed if you were going to be turned away and the date would be awkward-!

"Yes, I have a reservation for two," Genya said, much to your relief. You felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest, you were that nervous.

"Good good, right this way," The woman smiled as she led you and Genya inside and asked you to take your shoes off and leave them by the entrance before taking you to your table.

"Alright, there are some rules here in Cat Land." The waitress smiled, "You can pet the cats, but not lift or carry them. No feeding cats human food either, if you want, you can buy some snacks if you want to feed them. There are also toys at each table if you want to play with them. Any questions?"

You and Genya both shook your heads and the woman smiled as she handed you two your menus, "Here are our menus, I'll be back in 5 minutes to ask if you are ready to order."

The two of you thanked the woman and took a look at the menus. You swallowed, everything was cat-themed and top quality, but the prices were pretty high also… But you lived only once so you didn't let the prices hold you back from ordering what you wanted.

When you knew what you wanted, you put the menu down and looked at Genya who was sitting opposite to you, still looking through his own menu. You smiled as you stared at him, taking in the focused look in his eyes as he skipped through the menu.

Feeling your stare, Genya looked up and blushed a little when he noticed you staring at him, "W- what is it?"

"Nothing," You confessed with a small yet honest smile, "I just like looking at you."

Hearing you say such a thing made him blush and you were about to ask what he was going to get when the waitress returned with a small notepad.

"And are we ready to order?" She asked and you nodded as you picked your menu and showed her what you wanted,

"I think I have hot cocoa and black cat chocolate cake," You listed your order to the waitress who nodded as she wrote everything down, "And you, young sir?"

"I'll have coffee with milk and white cat vanilla mousse." He said and the woman smiled as she took your menus, "Wonderful, I'll be back soon with your order." And just like that she was gone. You turned to look at your best friend and smiled.

"Oh wow, this place is so cool."

"I- it is…"

"You even made a reservation here?" You asked in awe and he nodded a little shyly, "It wasn't that hard-!"

"Mew!"

You and Genya both looked down and saw an orange cat with green eyes look up at you from the floor and before the two of you could react, the little thing jumped on your table and started to rub its face against Genya's arm.

"Wh- what, you want to be petted?" He grumbled but he still pet the cat and you looked at him and admired the gentle smile on his face as he petted the cat.

Silently, you pulled your phone from your purse and took a photo of Genya and the orange cat. You were very happy with the photo, but before you could show it to him, there was another small mew and a brown cat jumped on the table, demanding your attention.

"What a cute little cat!" You said happily as you petted the cat and it was the young man's turn to admire you and how kind you were being to the cat, but then again, you were perfect in his eyes.

Soon the waitress came back with your orders and you took pictures of the dishes, the hot cocoa having a kitten in it made with cream art and your chocolate cake had a cute white chocolate kitten face and dark ears.

Genya's order was almost identical, but he ordered coffee instead of hot cocoa and his dessert was white while yours was so dark brown it was nearly black.

"These are almost too cute to eat!" You said but still, you grabbed your fork and cut into the cake before eating it. Oh, it was so delicious, the dark chocolate was in perfect balance with light chocolate cream inside the cake and the hot cocoa warmed you from the inside out.

"Oh, wow…" Genya swallowed his own piece, "So sweet!"

"Wanna try mine?" You offered your cake plate to him and he nodded as he cut himself a piece and ate it, "Delicious."

"Can I try yours?" You asked and he nodded again as he offered his dessert to you and you tasted the vanilla mousse.

"So good…!" You moaned happily and Genya smiled, so happy he had taken you to the cafe. You were happy also. You didn't know if it was because of hot cocoa, but your heart felt at ease now.

It feltl like your heart wasn't so afraid of failure or anything really anymore and it didn't ache in fear as hard as it had at the start of your date or when you entered the cafe. You felt… At peace and happy that you had accepted Genya's plea to let him take you out.

The two of you finished your drinks and desserts and then it was time to play with the cats. There were many cats but many people too. It looked like this orange and brown cat had taken a shine on you and Genya. The two of you happily petted and played with the cats until it was time to go since your time reserved in the cafe was running out.

The kind waitress came and brought you the bills and placed them on the table between you. You reached for your wallet in your purse, but before you could dig your debit card out, Genya slammed the exact amount of money on the table, making the cats in your laps flinch.

"I'm paying," He said and you frowned, ready to object but you quickly noticed the determined look in his eyes that left no room for you to argue against him.

"At least let me pay my own-!" You were saying but to no avail.

"I refuse!" He snapped as he put his wallet away, "I asked you out, and as a man, it's my responsibility and duty to pay!"

"…Alright…" You pouted as you slowly put your wallet away and the waitress took the money and to your surprise, she gave you two little cookies that were shaped like cats, "Thank you for your visit and please come again!"

"Thank you for having us," You and Genya thanked as you went to put your shoes back on and left the cafe… But after that, the two of you were clueless about what to do.

"Uh…" Genya swallowed nervously, "Can I take you home or anything?"

"I- uh…" You nodded, "Yes please…?"

The beginning of the walk back home was silent and you couldn't stand it. So you looked at the young man and asked, "So…?"

"Yes? What is it?"

"Wanna tell me about sharp-shooting?" You asked and the surprised look on Genya's face made your heart ache, but with cozy warmth and not a cold chilling touch of fear.

"Are you sure you want to hear me talk about my club activities?" He asked, as if not believing that you wanted to hear about his interests.

You smiled and nodded, "Yes, I'm interested in them."

Genya looked baffled, but an honest nice smile rose to his lips and he started to tell you how he got into shooting when he started school. You listened to him eagerly, happy to see and hear how fondly he talked about his passion.

Before you knew it, you were by your high-rise and it was time to say goodbye… Usually, you would be excited to be back home, but for some reason, you were sad that the date was over. Your heart tightened as you looked at your friend who looked troubled.

"Well…" Genya looked aside a little awkwardly, "This is it."

You nodded quietly, but that didn't feel enough. You had to say something.

"I had really so much fun today with you Genya." You confessed to him honestly and happily and he could tell you were being genuine.

"Can I…" He was about to ask, but maybe he was fearful also? But he shook his head as if to clear his mind before he gently took your hands and just… Held them in his bigger hands," Will you let me take you out again?"

Your heart was racing like crazy in your chest and you wanted to shout out loud, but you held your voice.

"Okay!" You nodded happily, quickly adding, "But nothing expensive next time like you did this time!"

"Why, didn't you like it?"

"No, I loved it, but I don't want you to spend all your money on me!" You said and he looked reluctant so you pushed forward, "Promise me you won't use that much money on me?"

"I…" He swallowed and you quickly added, "Or at least let me pay my something!"

"Absolutely no-!"

"Please…?" You asked now with a smaller voice as you looked at him genuinely, "I really want to be part of these dates. That includes going on them and helping to pay them."

"Ngh…" He looked troubled, "Alright, fine!"

"You promise?"

"I promise!"

You smiled as you took your hands from his and squeezed them, "Thank you Genya. I had really fun today."

"Me too…" He admitted with a soft blush, not daring to really look at you in the eyes anymore. So the two of you promised to meet next time for lunch in your usual spot…

But that night, both of you were looking at the pictures you had taken of each other at the cafe that day and you were both smiling fondly.

[meraxes-of-new-albion]

Tag games! Thanks for the tag @sparklehoard <333

(readmore because i ramble)

Are you named after anyone?

Yes! my parents are nerds. i got named after a doctor who character.

also trying to decide if i'm gonna use a new name... if i do it'll probably be Best Bland Bioware Man My Beloved

(Kaidan Alenko <3)

When was the last time you cried?

uhhhh.... more recently than usual. couple weeks ago i think? stubbed my toe or something and that's the straw that broke the camel's back, yall know how it is

Do you have kids?

nope! and noooo thank you, if i ever wanted kids i'd adopt a teenager

What sports do you play or did you play in the past?

I'm gonna be That Guy since i was a marching band kid for 8 years. that's some cardio, man.

Do you use sarcasm?

Whaaaaat noooo never (yes constantly)

What's the first thing you notice about people?

i'm a very bad Things Noticer in general so... maybe hair color?

What's your eye color?

That kind of blue-gray most blue eyed people have in my experience

Scary movies or happy endings?

I'm not much for horror but it's growing on me. It has to feel like it's *saying* something, though, i HATE paranormal stuff and mindless slasher flicks. But saccharine endings are no good either. so... i guess happy endings, if you make me pick.

Any talents?

Pedantry? uh. i'm very good at fucking around and still managing to mostly accomplish my original goal. Whether it be crafts or technology or even career stuff, I can usually approximate a result pretty well pretty quickly.

Where were you born

idk a hospital. apparently people actually give a damn about this stuff. there's lots of hospitals in my hometown so idk which one even lmao

What are your hobbies?

god i have SO MANY HOBBIES HELP. sewing. knitting. i weave rugs out of twine i get from work. i play warhammer 40k, and may end up getting into the fantasy side of it (i got an army as a gift for christmas lol). lots of video games (mostly FPS RPGs, and roguelikes, but a bit of everything). theoretically i like baking, although i hate doing dishes and don't own a dishwasher, so i... don't :( OH OH OH i write sometimes too... i never publish anything because i never finish anything but i do like writing

Do you have any pets?

How tall are you?

I HAVE A CAT HIS NAME IS WALL-E AND I LOVE HIM

LOOK AT HIM

5'9, or... ~175 cm

Favorite subject in school?

Biology :) though i don't like the cell stuff, i do better with things i can touch or see without a microscope.

Dream job?

zookeeper :) which i'm doing!!! but like. living wage zookeeper. would be great. with like. yknow. paid time off n stuff. that would be nice.

(don't feel pressured if i @ you <3)

@the-many-children-of-the-void @bonewhiteglory @zumer-feygele @testostergnomes @starspeckledabyss @cuntwrap--supreme and anyone else who wants to :)

[iamapoopmuffin]

I'm fully back on my bullshit and while I accept you guys don't want to hear about my OCs I am going to talk about them anyway, so here's all my current NRC students (not including any character who can be thought of as Yuu)

All these bitches are still a work in progress.

Tully Bumble - A second year Octavinelle student based off Mr Smee from Peter Pan. As a Smee adaptation, he is friends with my Hook adaptation and is rather clumsy. He acts eager to please and generous and as a peace keeper, but will often bemoan how much he has to do and how irritating others are. He is an older brother and is used to taking care of others. Tully has messy blond hair and red eyes, and wears a red bandanna and glasses.

Aria Campana - A second year Ignihyde student based off Ernesto de la Cruz from Coco. Aria stands out a bit as an Ignihyde student in that he likes to be the centre of attention. A natural born performer who will gladly push others out of the limelight, very much a 'me me me' type. Would join the music club. Has short, curly, black hair and wears silver make-up that is somewhat reminiscent of the markings on Ernesto's skull.

Brutus Claus - A third year Savanaclaw student based off Sabor from Tarzan. He is small but strong, is very stubborn and argumentative, sporty and a bit of a little shit. Track club boy. Obvs a leopard beastman. Browny blond and spotty and all sleek and slinky.

Goldie Corpseflower - A third year Pomefiore student based off Mother Gothel from Tangled. Goldie has ended up being basically all the shit awful takes about Vil the fandom keeps making - he is the bitchy, bratty, self absorbed, beauty obsessed, closed minded hoe of a man. He's also jealous of Vil and thinks he should be housewarden (but never actually challenges Vil for the position because he's a little bitch. He does however trip Vil in the halls and then pretend it wasn't him.) Goldie has long, curly black hair and green eyes. He's in the same form class and club as Vil.

Helmut Corred - A first year Pomefiore student based off Captain Hook from Peter Pan. Helmut has pretty bad anxiety and tends to overthink things. Probably has a fear of the ocean. Flamboyant. Has curly black hair, blue eyes and a prosthetic hand. He is in the film research club.

Nat Dentlar - A first year Octavinelle student based off Darla from Finding Nemo. He has a huge obsession with sea life and the mermen in his dorm. He wants to pick them up and shake them like a doll, pull their tails, get a tooth and a scale and examine them under microscopes. He loves fishies so much (please god help the fishies). Nat has short red hair and green eyes, freckles and braces (but not the headgear Darla has). He is in the science club.

Coral Ethanoli - A first year Savanaclaw student based off the pink elephants from Dumbo. He and his brothers are identical quadruplets. While all four are playful, mischievous and like to confuse and bewilder others, Coral is persistent, stubborn and athletic, often showing off as a natural gymnast. He is in the music club.

Fuchsia Ethanoli - A first year Heartslabyul student based off the pink elephants from Dumbo. He and his brothers are identical quadruplets. While all four are playful, mischievous and like to confuse and bewilder others, Fuchsia typically takes the role of the strict and bossy leader (which more often than not just gets him teased by his brothers.) He is in the basketball club.

Orchid Ethanoli - a first year Diasomnia student based off the pink elephants from Dumbo. He and his brothers are identical quadruplets. While all four are playful, mischievous and like to confuse and bewilder others, Orchid's brand of mischief is typically seen as more wild and out there than that of his brothers. He is in the track club.

Pastel Ethanoli - a first year Scarabia student based off the pink elephants from Dumbo. He and his brothers are identical quadruplets. While all four are playful, mischievous and like to confuse and bewilder others, Pastel is shown to be quite resourceful and intelligent, putting a lot of planning and forethought into his actions. He is in the film research club.

Maine Frostjammer - A third year Heartslabyul student based off Snowball from The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Maine is a busybody who greatly values the rules and the upholding of order. He is a horse beast man with long black hair, braided in several sections. He's tall and built like a brick wall. Thanks to me joking about Twisted Frollo and his horse being a thing, Maine has met Rollo and has a crush on him.

Scorpius Hankerspire - A first year Octavinelle student based off Mr Scroop from Treasure Planet. His uncle is a member of staff at NRC, and is representative of Silver from the same film. Scorpius is a little ball of rage, moody and standoffish. He may be fae or half-fae. He has shoulder length white hair with red streaks, red eyes and fangs, as well as red cross hatch lines around his eyes.

Elvir Picklepuss - A second year Heartslabyul student based off Edgar from The Aristocats. Struggles a lot with classes, may have learning difficulties. Fairly gentle, a good cook, good with animals. In the Equestrian club.

Guy Pinaster - A second year Ignihyde student based off Syndrome from The Incredibles. Naturally a huge tech nerd who likes to build and tinker with things, whatever comes to mind. Talks to himself as he does it. Thinks he's better than you, and will get into really petty fandom arguments with you at the drop of a hat. Ofc ginger with blue eyes and freckles. Ofc in the science club.

Naloa Pitaata - A second year Pomefiore student based off Tamatoa from Moana. Naloa is graceful , cheeky and sassy, but seems relatively kind and generous. He takes good care of himself and adores jewellery, having a large collection of different jewels and accessories. In all his outfits he will wear any accessories he can get away with, be it bracelets, necklaces, rings, piercings, anklets, hair ornaments, whatever. Unlike Tamatoa, Naloa believes firmly in inner beauty as well as outer. He has long, curly hair, mostly bubblegum blue but the front left is pink. His nose is pierced on the left, and his left leg is prosthetic. He tends to use coconut based products for skin and hair care. He lives with his grandmother.

Khei Purrgattony - A first year Pomefiore student based off Am from The Lady and the Tramp. Khei is cheeky and mischievous, and seems to have trouble filtering his thoughts before they reach his mouth. He seems to have met Professor Crewel prior to enrolling in NRC, supposedly because Crewel is a good friend of his elder step-sister. Alongside his twin, Khei is an expert at causing trouble but pretending to be innocent and playing the victim. Khei is a cat beast man. He has chin length cream hair with black tips (plus matching tail), black ears, blue eyes, fangs and a brown birth mark around his eyes and nose.

Shayn Purrgattony - A first year Pomefiore student based off Si from The Lady and The Tramp. Shayn has better self control and acting skills than his brother, making him better at getting them out of trouble and less likely to say something out of the blue that might get them in trouble. Like Khei, Shayn is cheeky, mischievous and enjoys causing trouble for others through playing pranks, breaking things and being an overall little shit. He's an expert at playing the victim and pretending to be an innocent sweetheart. He is physically identical to his brother, though his hair is slightly longer and he will tie it back for PE or alchemy classes. He also has a birthmark on his face, but it is different in shape to Khei's.

Kahoda Saanp - A first year Savanaclaw student based off Kaa from The Jungle Book. Kahoda is crafty and intelligent, spiteful and opinionated. He has a huge soft spot for children. He's very flexible and is happy to show off either his mental capabilities or his gymnastic talent. He tends to stick close to Ty. Kahoda has dark brown curly/frizzy hair that tangles easily, which annoys him a lot, and hazel eyes. He wears glasses with red frames. May have a younger brother based off Sir Hiss from Robin Hood.

Bugsy Sackville-Baggins - A first year Ignihyde student based off Oogie Boogie from The Nightmare Before Christmas. He's introverted as many Ignihyde students tend to be, but is playful and likes to scare others on purpose. Very quiet and very good at sneaking up on others. Comes from a wealthy family, his father owns a chain of casinos. Also has three younger sibs based on the henchmen. A good cook and a little shit. Has curly green hair, shaved on one side. He's in the board game club.

Jonathan Softsword - A third year Scarabia student based off Prince John from Robin Hood. Jonathan is a whiny brat with mummy issues. He acts way younger than he is and clings to others. He's somewhat desperate for attention and positive affirmation from others. He is a prince somewhere and like Leona has a bitter relationship with his elder brother. Jonathan is a lion beast man with long ginger hair and hazel eyes.

Ty Sundar - A third year Savanaclaw student based off Shere Khan from The Jungle Book. He is a polite young man who cuts an imposing and intimidating figure. He has a great deal of pride and self confidence, and can be quite stubborn. Mans has short, black hair, amber eyes, is tall and athletic and wears an orange turban or headscarf. He is in the track club.

Ned Switt - A third year Diasomnia student based off Randall Boggs from Monsters' Inc. Ned is highly competitive and ambitious, a sneaky little fucker and almost certainly also little shit material. He's a fae lad with purple hair, green eyes, purple and blue scales in a pretty pattern across his skin and also he wears purple glasses. Also pointy razor teeth. was I lazy with his name and just gave him Randall's beta names? Absolutely.

George Roy Trotach - A second year Scarabia student based off Hans from Frozen. George is a quiet and lonely individual, having spent much of his childhood and formative years neglected and ignored, he tries to be independent, determined to survive in this shitty world. He can't stand bright sunshiny people and sure as sugar ain't here to make friends. He's got short brown hair and blue eyes. He's in the equestrian club.

Chester Van Trout - A second year Octavinelle student based off Captain Gantu from Lilo & Stitch. He's easily irritated, hard working but impulsive, happy to use brute force when he sees fit. He is a whale or shark merman, large and muscular with dark blue-grey hair, purple eyes and razor sharky teeth. Also braces. He's in the science club.

Brian Vinewood - A third year Savanaclaw student based off Clayton from Tarzan. Brian is very loud, brash and impatient, and has an interest in hunting, similar to Rook in that 'what a lovely fur coat you would make' way. would turn Brutus into a coat for sure if given half a chance. Has messy blond-brown hair. Is in the spelldrive club.

Cuddy Weathers - A third year Heartslabyul student based off Dawn Bellwether from Zootopia. Cuddy comes across as a meek neat freak who flits about making sure everything is perfectly in order. He has a keen interest in politics. He has curly platinum blond hair and blue eyes. Looks like the kind of dude who would be at home in RSA, is also a shady asshole. I mean, what politician isn't?

Falcon Yanise - A second year Scarabia student based off Shan Yu from Mulan. Arrogant and confident, respectful of those he recognises as strong or intelligent, and loves birbs. Collects bird related stuff, and if I ever plan out a unique magic for any of these characters, Falcon's is gonna use the idea of Shan Yu being able to look through his falcon's eyes somehow. He has long black hair in a ponytail and dark grey eyes. He's in the equestrian club.