#But for anything small and cluttered or with a lot of things to do or people to talk. This will be much more convenient to run around in!

[starakex]

Getting back into the swing of things, I've decided to rework my ill-fated Shadow cosplay! I wasn't super satisfied with it, so there's a lot to do to bring it up to snuff. (it's a bit of a hellscape getting anything shipped right now, so I can't really work on a whole lot unless it uses leftover materials at home.) Spent a couple days digging around to find a good pair of shoes that look the part. I considered making Air Shoes covers to go over a pair of regular shoes... But it wouldn't be solid enough for my taste. Don't want them getting too damaged after just a day.

These are by far the coolest shoes I own now, haha. Even has little bits underneath that are reminiscent of the jets, they're perfect!

[starry-nights-garden]

Ateez and their wordless "I love you"s

✧ Ateez all members x gn!reader ✧ genre: fluff, comfort ✧ warnings: none

Hongjoong:

makes time for you

of course, everyone saw it coming - he's living a busy life and no matter how tight his schedule gets, he'll make time to meet you or to at least talk to you on the phone in between

but that's not everything

he'll also take care of you (or try his best to)

we all know he's clumsy, but he still wants to do things for you, you know?

whether that's talking you through a rough period in your life or just offering an open ear and a shoulder for you to lean on

or if it's him actually trying to make something for you!!

without realizing he'll be picking up a new skill as he's making you some accessory he thinks you'll like or maybe he'll even be brave enough to try baking you a cake

even if he doesn't succeed, he knows he can always try again together with you, but even then he won't be able to focus on the task at hand because of how lost he gets in the image of you

Seonghwa:

takes care of you

in every way - but especially in an acts of service kinda way

will definitely nag you a bit if you're the type to be unorganized and chaotic, because he knows neat surroundings simply make you feel better than clutter everywhere!

reminds you to eat three meals a day, to get enough sleep, etcetc, and yes it gets annoying at times

but he also understands that maybe it's hard for you to stay organized, or maybe you're going through a stressful time in your life where you're too busy to prepare yourself proper meals every day

then he will simply do those tasks for you, and never ask for anything in return

your health and wellbeing are the most important things to him, so he will support you in upkeeping them in whatever way he can!

Yunho:

cheers for you, no matter what

we all know he's the one who does the most to keep a positive energy and to cheer the people around him up

and he'll do the same for you

no matter if you have an important exam coming up, and important interview, or if it's just another day - he'll always be there to have your back and to wish you good luck

you know that no matter how seemingly small or insignificant, you can always tell him about even the tiniest worries you have and he'll take you seriously, calming you down and motivating you at the same time

he's also very social, but another thing that will both make him feel loved and be a way to convey to you how comfortable he is with you is to just sit together in silence

each doing their own thing while still being together so you won't ever feel lonely is another way for him to silently tell you he loves you

Yeosang:

learns about you

and I mean not just a few obvious details

I'm talking everything - he picks up on even the smalles of your habits or preferences that even your close friends don't know about

he's very observant and even more so when he loves someone

gives you small gifts that really aren't a big deal for him, but it might just bring you to tears from how thoughtful they are

it takes him a while to warm up to people and to develop trust, so it will also take him a long time to come to properly love you

but in those moments where he realizes just how safe you make him feel, it's like his emotions overwhelm him

might manage to hold back just until after he asks you whether he can kiss you

but as soon as his arms are wrapped around you and his lips brush against yours, he'll sweep you off your feet from how many feelings he pours into just that one kiss

blushes a lot afterwards, and needs you to not let go of his hands to feel reassured that what he's doing is just right

San:

tells you synonyms of "I love you"

tells you that he appreciates you, that he's thankful to you, tells you you have a beautiful heart

of course he's also one who's big on physical affection, but in moments where he realizes once again just how much he loves you, he knows no words and no gesture in the world would be enough to convey his feelings to you

so he makes it a habit to tell you what he feels frequently

tells you you have a pretty smile when he catches you grinning by yourself, or that he admires how diligent you are when you're working on something late at night

it always comes as a surprise when he does this, but this makes it feel just that much more sincere

Mingi:

gives you a space to be sad

no matter how many good times you two have, nothing screams "I love you" quite as much to him as sitting together in silence and giving you a place to go through a hard time safely

will offer you advice or his perspective on things if you want him to, and he will certainly remind you to slow down a bit time and time again

he's actually very good at sensing when you're having a hard time, even when you do everything in your might to hide it

will be the anchor that grounds you at times like those

but even when times aren't as dire, he's like an open book when it comes to showing that he loves you

the way he looks at you alone gives it away, the way he plays with your fingers when he holds your hand or the way he melts against your touch with every single embrace you share

Wooyoung:

gets protective

he just can't help it okay?

he knows you're an adult and you don't need him to guard you 24/7, but even just not having his arm around you at all times feels off to him

he wants to be there for you at all times - the type to pick up his phone if you call him at 3 in the morning because you have trouble sleeping and you feel like it'd help you to hear his voice

might go a bit overboard at times, it does happen that his urge to protect you and to motivate you to become a better version of yourself ends in a fight

but even then he'll realize rather quickly that he went too far and ought to apologize

your nr 1 hype man, but at the end of the day you know you have a safe place to rest in his arms, and that he'll always accept you exactly as you are

Jongho:

listens

even if you've been complaining about the same thing for weeks, he won't get tired of lending you an open ear and he won't tell you off for it

he knows that sometimes you need to think about the same thing a hundred times until you find a solution for it, and if voicing your thoughts helps he'll be more than happy to listen

sits with you even through the most uncomfortable of feelings and will make sure you know he's not leaving your side even when things get difficult

but he'll also show you his playful side

him joking around with you just really shows how comfortable he is being around you, and you can be sure that your bickering will always end with bright smiles on your faces and sweet kisses as he realizes just how grateful he is to have you in his life

[dy6nsty]

Can I request sleep token x reader with a reader who is accident prone? Today alone i have slid on ice, smacked my head off a shelf, and stabbed myself with a comb.

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I LOVE THIS PROMPT. YES, YES YOU CAN‼️I also hope you’re doing good after all that..

Sleep Token x GN! reader who has a tendency to get injured

Relationship— Romantic

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Vessel:

Suddenly has eyes in the back of his head. Knows you’re picking something up. “Put it down.”

Leaves you alone for a couple of minutes and comes back to chaos. Chaos in this scenario was you breaking something.

Blueprints things in his head to figure out if there’s anything that could possibly put you out of trouble.

Was considering getting you one of those child leashes so he can keep a better eye on you.

Follows you around sometimes to make sure you don’t injure yourself or break something. Watching you bump into 70% of things you come across.

Puts rubber counter protectors on surfaces with sharp or hard corners, just so you won’t bang into them on accident.

If you can’t walk in a straight line (I can’t do it either don’t worry guys! 😊)— he’ll help you get around. “Left- right! RIGHT!”

His worst enemy is winter and spring. We have icy grounds than slippery grass. But is also your frenemy.

Is now stalked up with bandaids, glue, tape and other necessities he might need for the future with you. Which is probably a lot.

If you come to him with an injury he’ll let out a long sigh before asking what happened. Let’s you ramble on about how you’ve gotten hurt now while he fixes you up.

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II:

Call him the gigglesaurus at this point. Will watch you stumble than fall and start cackling before realizing he’s not supposed to laugh..

Likes the chaos it can bring! But he still gets a mini panic attack when he realizes you’ve disappeared from you once were: beside him.

Learned how to treat wounds, bruises, and stuff because of how often it started happening. Also learned how to fix mirrors!

Wants to know all of the dumb or serious stories you have. He’s all for it.

Likes to keep an arm around your waist to ensure you won’t get into any inconvenience.

Tries to help you with tasks you might accidentally fuck up. Reaching for things, organizing glasses, cleaning, or even will escort you around areas so you don’t trip over your own feet!

Counts up how many bruises or any marks you have at the end of the day. If he notices a new one he’ll ask what happened. If it happened in a dumb way he just stifles a laugh.

Watches you from afar sometimes to make sure nothings happen so far. If he does see you get hurt he’ll rush over to see what’s happened, again.

Feels like he’s on a news channel at this point. Honestly wonders if you have some sort of curse to how often he’s found you in these exact scenes.

Does not trust you holding glass, plastic, porcelain, or metal objects. He’ll hold them with you but he’s not wanting you to break any of those by falling over, or maybe even dropping them on yourself.

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III:

Stays serious about it but once saw you run into a door and almost lost his shit. Wanted to laugh so hard.

Keeps bandaids, a small thing of bandage wrap + tape, and tissue in his pockets. It’s become a habit.

Carries you around areas that have many things cluttered on the ground so nothing will end up broken.

Trusts you enough to look away and not keep an eye on you 24/7 but still has a physical reflex whenever he hears a crash, bang, or a small sound of something colliding.

Often times will try to fix any messed you might’ve caused. Hiding any evidence that something had happened.

Kisses any minor injuries you get. “It hurts? Want me to kiss it so it feels better?”

Deals with your injuries or things you might’ve smashed, asks how it was caused so he can prevent them from happening further on.

Moves things around if he’s noticed it’s a common occurrence for you to bump into it with the object in the room / it’s placement.

Will take over / help you with certain scenarios if it becomes a problem to where you always end up hurt afterwards.

Warms you about things he sees coming your way: “Wall, you’re gonna walk into it.”, “There’s a plate of glasses, don’t walk into it.”

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IV:

Feels like superman sometimes when it comes to you. Steadies things in your hand if he notices you’re unbalanced.

Will also laugh at you. Unless you’re bleeding. He’ll run over to make sure everything’s all right.

Stocks up on ice packs and replaceable items for ones you might knock over later on.

Makes sure you won’t knock into anyone while your walking, or into anything.

Starts following you around when he can to make sure that you’re not getting into any trouble.

Also an enemy with winter. Especially if you want to try any winter sports. You can try but he might mentally face palm if you get ran over by a kid in a sled.

Starts requesting for plastic cups instead of glass. He can’t risk fancy glasses being broken any longer.

He gets into trouble in his own way, but he swears he’s more safe than you.

Picks you up and carrie’s you away when he senses that something just might happen. Spidey senses over here!!!

He can’t walk in a straight line so your both screwed. Your bumping into each other like you have sea legs.

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i’m sorry if this turned out a little bad! i’m currently on the verge of sleep but rlly wanted to finish this! ^^

[hellenhighwater]

hello! if it’s not too personal, can i ask what you do with the pottery stuff you make—do you keep it, or gift it, or something else? i’ve been wanting to take a ceramics class (i used to do it in middle school and loved it, and now im an adult with disposable income who can do fun things for myself!) but i live in a studio apartment and dont have a lot of space for trinkets and such

yes to all of those.

Honestly what to do with the nonsense I make is a constant, endless quandary. I do gift it and sell it and keep it, but one of the fun things about clay is that until it's fired, you can just scrap and reuse anything you make and don't like. So you can easily recycle the material on anything you don't like enough to keep.

But also it's time consuming enough that it's going to take you some time to generate stuff, so you're not going to accumulate clutter as fast as you might think. If you're making usable stuff, you can actually donate it to thrift stores, if you wanted; we do a fundraiser where we make/sell soup bowls to feed the homeless. But honestly once you start doing pottery there's just endless practical uses, and people will ask you for stuff. You will wind up giving coffee mugs to everyone you know. Some shared studios will do pottery swaps or sales so you can offload work that way.

And if you do want to keep what you make you can just make small stuff? It still requires skill and practice. Mostly with pottery though it finds homes pretty easily.

[evilbihan]

Love your analysis! Can u drop some bi han headcanons (any romantic,platonic and general) I hate reading hcs where his abusive and kicks dogs in his free time.

A selection of random Bi-Han headcanons

Sorry, it took me a bit to respond to this ask, but I will happily write more about Bi-Han. I'm so tired of reading these out of character headcanons demonizing him, so here's some headcanons that I think make sense for his character. These are mostly random, so there's a little bit of everything. Enjoy!

General:

Bi-Han is a very attentive and observant person. He will immediately notice when someone he cares about is not feeling well and while he won't always address it, he will keep a close eye on them, so he can be there in case they need his help. Kuai Liang complains about having blisters? The next day he'll wake up to a brand new pair of boots on his doorstep. Tomas caught a cold? He will have tea and blankets brought to him in the morning. Bi-Han is not very good at expressing his feelings through words. He doesn't hug his brothers often or tells them that he loves them. His way of showing that he cares is through small gestures or gifts and by making sure his brothers are comfortable and have everything they need.

Taking care of a sick or injured Bi-Han requires patience. Lots of patience. Bi-Han is very stoic and will insist that he's fine until he literally collapses from blood loss or fatigue. In fact, he could be dying and no one around him would have a clue. Bi-Han doesn't like having people fuss over him, especially when there's more important matters to take care of. As the Lin Kuei's grandmaster, he knows that he can't afford to show weakness. He's far too stubborn to ask for help and there's only very few people he trusts enough to let himself be vulnerable around them. After his brothers betray him, he becomes even more closed off and reluctant to trust people.

Bi-Han enjoys literature and music. Only the few people close to him know this, but he loves to read whenever he's not occupied with his grandmaster duties and he's also quite skilled at playing the transverse flute, also called dizi, as well as the lute (pipa).

If asked, Bi-Han would deny that he has any fears, but his biggest fear is loss. Loss of control, the loss of his brothers, his fellow clan members, his partner... Ever since his mother's death, Bi-Han is constantly haunted by the fear of losing the things and people he cares about the most. Ironically, in his efforts to protect those things, he's beginning to lose some of them already, such as his brothers who have betrayed and abandoned him.

Bi-Han is a neat freak. Everything in his closet is sorted by color, he always keeps his desk organized and his room is tidy at all times. He doesn't like cluttered spaces because he finds them suffocating.

Much to the dismay of those who care about him, Bi-Han will often neglect his own needs, always putting the clan's interests above his own. He takes his grandmaster duties very seriously and would do anything for his Lin Kuei. After each mission, he will personally make sure that injured Lin Kuei warriors are taken to the infirmary while the rest of them are resting and recovering. Each time, he checks on his brothers and reminds them to eat and rest up before he even thinks about doing anything for himself.

Bi-Han with a partner:

Although he comes off as cold and distant at first glance, Bi-Han is actually very caring and affectionate deep down. He likes to hold his partner close after a long day, to provide them safety and comfort while he listens to them talk about their own day. He would run his fingers through their hair and smile, feeling content and happy to be with the person he loves the most.

In public, Bi-Han would rarely show affection. He's simply too worried that his partner could become a target for his enemies if anyone saw how important they are to him.

Bi-Han would be very supportive of his partner's goals and dreams, always encouraging and motivating them every step of the way. He knows better than anyone else what it feels like to receive no support for one's ambitions and he wouldn't want his partner to ever feel that way too.

Bi-Han is a workaholic. Whether he's training new initiates or going through paperwork in his office, he rarely takes a break from his duties. When he's hurt or upset after an argument, his coping mechanism is to drown himself in even more work and keep himself busy and distracted from his feelings. It wouldn't be easy to get him to communicate and just talk things out instead, but in time, he would get there. Bi-Han knows that he's a flawed man, but he would never want his partner to feel lonely or unloved and he would appreciate them for refusing to give up on him.

Usually, Bi-Han doesn't like it when people touch his hair, but he would make an exception for his partner. He would even let them braid it and style it however they want. Bi-Han's hair used to be longer than it is now and the few stubborn strands that always escape his bun are a result of him cutting his own hair with an ice dagger. Some strands ended up too short to be tucked away inside the bun and it bothers him a little sometimes. If his partner insisted on it, Bi-Han wouldn't mind growing his hair out a bit again.

[opiopal]

I was watching bobs burgers, and I came across the episode where Linda moved Louise’s stuff out of her room, yk for the BnB crap,

And of course my brain imagined something similar with Mc and the brothers,(obvi not a BnB type thing lol)

Cause listen: Mc probably gets given a lot of gifts almost daily. From mammons crows, the brothers, the dateables, the side characters, and just from anyone at all. And I can’t help but imagine an Mc who CANNOT get rid of anything at all if it was a gift, so they have to constantly make sure their room isn’t cluttered and they can walk around in there, but also struggle with storing everything efficiently. And when told to “just get rid of stuff” they’d get so defensive immediately. All like “WHAT ARE YOU CRAZY?? THOSE WERE GIFTS FROM THE PEOPLE I LOVE! I’D RATHER DIE AGAIN!!”

So one day it concerns the brothers after it becomes a struggle to have hangouts in their room comfortably, and so Lucifer, in classic Lucifer fashion (bc communication? Never heard of her), comes up with a small plan to help declutter their room instead of simply talking with them: simply send Mc over to the demon kings castle for tea time with Diavolo, they chat and loose track of time for hours, and while that happens, the brothers help clear out their room, easy! … until the door swings open as they are almost done sorting things into boxes.

Mc got home early and noticed the lack of brothers fighting, and lack of brothers period. So they figured the brothers also went out for the day and so they went to go to their room… only to find the brothers messing with the presents that they gave them.

So as the door swung open everyone freezes as Mc says “what are you guys doing in my room”

“Mc- hi-“

“Hi guys. what are you doing.”

“Hello-“

“Hi, that’s my stuff.”

“Hii-“

“Hey guys, What are you doing with my stuff.”

“Hi mc-“

“HI. WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY STUFF.😊”

Slowly they all leave the room as Mc talks as they get more and more aggressive and defensive of their items, eventually leaving Lucifer to have to explain. In the end the boxes are simply moved to another room so then Mc’s bedroom can actually be used as such.

I just like to imagine Mc having their own moments of “pookie no.. don’t do that.. that’s not good for you..” because they’re only human after all, a human that got extremely attached to actual demons way to fast.

(Also this may not make sense lol, I’m tired and it’s 2 am☠️)

[bubble-leaves]

Since you're able to do nsfw now, any spicy headcanons for Jel?

Order up! (also I made this color pop edit with Google Photos, anyone is free to use it! I thought it was so so cool)

NSFW (18+)

Jel . . .

is a true switch, a total 50/50. He's a people pleaser, and loves to get you off, but he also loves when you take the reigns and give him the night of his life. When it comes to sex, Jel wants absolutely everything to be perfect. He needs atmosphere, longing, desperation! He'll set the mood with lit candles, some scented. All of the scents he lights contain aphrodasiacs, like jasmine. His room (or at least the section that contains his bed) is spotless, with no clutter to distract you two. He wants you to be as comfortable as possible while getting you in the same mood he experiences. He takes his time. There will be a LOT of slow kissing and grinding. Jel'll use it for teasing occasionally, because sometimes he's playful, but most of the time it's just to bask in how happy you make him. Although he's eloquent and often tries to describe how you make him feel, he feels that he can never truly explain with words how much he loves you. So, he'll express his feelings with slow, thoughtful bumps and grinds, kisses and lovebites, until you can't take anymore and you're begging for him. Jel's a reactionary moaner when it comes to you addressing him; if he hears your erotic begging and requests for him to fuck you, he can't help but let out small moans of delight. He's not used to being desired like this. You make Jel feel loved and wanted, how could he not repay you for all you've given him?

Jel loves being serviced by you because of that fact, too. Your service and love feels like he found it with luck, or a gift he doesn't deserve—yet he can't stop wanting it. Being submissive to you makes Jel forget all the worries and woes in his life. When you're taking care of him, making him groan, whine, and writhe, nothing else matters. He wants nothing more than to be completely yours. Jel would do anything for you, he would die for you, and he can't believe you return his passion. And Jel has an intimidating amount of passion for you; he may start soft and slow at the start when on top, but his emotions always make him lose control. His heart is ablaze when his pace is high, because all the feelings he's been unable to vocalize comes out in how he fucks you. Well, perhaps "fucking" is the wrong word. Jel doesn't like that. Sex is not just sex for him. It's his way of connecting directly to your soul, of telling you all the ways you drive him crazy without having to say a word.

Jel is absolutely into kink. He loves praise and worship, bondage, edging, denial, overstimulation. Yes, it makes him a bit of a scoundrel, in his own terms, but you make it soooo fun. Jel loves how dangerous you make him feel whenever he can tie you in intricate shibari or ribbons, or sweetly tease you as he watches you cum for the 3rd time in a row on his lap. Jel loves your struggle, although he tries not to be overly domineering when in a position of power. Also, side note: Jel will NOT indulge in degradation kinks! Over his dead body will he call his muse a whore or a slut, even if it is just play; he adores you too much.

You are Jel's equal, his soulmate, his lover. Jel wants to cherish you, love you, and keep you high on him. You are his everything, and he doesn't care how obsessive that may seem. It's just how he feels. You drive him wild with raw emotion. Jel desperately longs to show you just what you make him experience on the daily—how you make his heart (and other things) throb, spine chill, and head rush with delightful chemicals. Bottom line is, Jel is rhapsodically in love with you, and he's going to show every ounce of the desire he has for you.

[oik-tooru]

KEY CHANGE — s. koushi

CHAPTER 11 - FROM ME TO YOU

a/n HAHA SURPRISE HERE IT IS MY FAVORITE CHAPTER AAAAAHHHH

m. list

the small apartment was bathed in the soft glow of the evening lights, casting long shadows on the walls. the living room, cozy and cluttered with a mix of books and plants, was quiet except for the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. i sat on the couch, fidgeting with the edge of a cushion, trying to steady my racing heart.

the door creaked open, and he walked in—my new closest friend, someone who had unknowingly become the center of my thoughts. i had invited him over under the pretense of catching up, but i knew this evening held more weight.

"hey, sorry I'm late," he said, slipping off his shoes and heading toward the kitchen. "traffic was a nightmare, but i still managed to get us some food!”

i managed a smile, though it felt strained. "no problem. I was just getting things ready."

he settled next to me, the familiar warmth of his presence both comforting and unnerving. i took a deep breath, the words i had rehearsed countless times suddenly seeming inadequate.

"so," i began, my voice wavering slightly, "there's something I've been meaning to tell you."

he looked at me, his eyes full of curiosity and concern. "what’s up? you look serious."

i swallowed hard, the moment of truth finally upon me. "i... I’ve been feeling something for a while now. It’s more than just friendship."

i could see his eyes widen, a mix of surprise and something else flickering across his face. i continued, the words flowing more freely now, "i care about you a lot, and lately, i’ve realized that my feelings for you have grown into something deeper. i think i’m falling in love with you."

the room fell silent, the only sound the steady ticking of the wall clock. he looked at me, searching for the right words. "i had no idea you felt this way," he said softly. "i... i don’t know what to say."

i nodded, feeling a pang of disappointment but also relief. "i understand. i didn’t want to make things awkward between us. i just had to be honest about how I feel."

he took a deep breath, his eyes meeting mine with a newfound intensity. "actually," he began, a small smile forming, "i’ve been feeling something similar, but i’ve been too scared to say anything, afraid of ruining what we have."

a wave of hope washed over me, and we both laughed nervously, the tension easing. "so, where does that leave us?" i asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"maybe," he said, reaching for my hand, "it leaves us exactly where we’re supposed to be—together."

i squeezed his hand, a smile breaking through my nervousness. the apartment, with its soft lighting and familiar surroundings, felt like the perfect backdrop for this new chapter. as i leaned in closer, the room seemed to fill with the promise of something beautiful yet to unfold.

koushi slowly reached up, his fingers delicately brushing back a strand of my hair. the gentle heat radiating from my cheeks seemed to mirror the fluttering sensation in my own chest, and for a moment, the world outside the apartment faded away, leaving just the two of us enveloped in the sweet, shy intimacy of the moment.

“you do realize the others are going to have a field day when they find out right?” he chuckled.

i laughed along with him, absentmindedly leaning my face into his touch, craving for more of his warmth. “let them have their fun.”

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[nickeverdeen]

Modern AU!THG characters as your roomates

Katniss Everdeen

Katniss is the practical roommate who always makes sure there’s enough food and necessities in the apartment

She’s an early riser, often up before the sun to go for a run or work out, and she appreciates quiet mornings

Katniss is very independent and doesn’t rely on anyone to do things for her, but she’ll help you out if you need it

She prefers cooking simple, healthy meals, and you’ll often find her whipping up something with lots of fresh vegetables

Katniss tends to keep to herself, retreating to her room when she needs to recharge, but she’ll hang out if you invite her

She’s the one who always knows where to find the best deals, whether it’s for groceries, clothes, or furniture

Katniss has a habit of leaving her bow and arrows in the corner of the living room, even if she rarely uses them anymore

She’s very straightforward and will always tell you the truth, even if it’s not what you want to hear

Katniss is surprisingly handy, able to fix things around the apartment like a broken sink or a squeaky door

She’s not a fan of clutter and likes to keep the common areas clean and organized, though she doesn’t mind a little mess in her own space

Katniss is fiercely protective of her friends, and you’ll feel safe knowing she has your back in any situation

She loves spending time outdoors, so she’ll often suggest weekend hikes or camping trips

Katniss isn’t big on social media and prefers to live in the moment, so she might miss a text or two, but she’s always there when it counts

She has a soft spot for animals, so don’t be surprised if she adopts a stray cat or dog and brings it home

Katniss values her privacy and expects others to respect it, but she’ll share her thoughts and feelings when she’s ready

Peeta Mellark

Peeta is the roommate who loves to bake, and you’ll often come home to the smell of fresh bread, cookies, or cakes

He’s incredibly considerate and always leaves the kitchen spotless after he’s done cooking or baking

Peeta has a warm and friendly demeanor, and he’s the one who organizes roommate dinners or game nights

He’s a great listener and will always lend an ear if you need to talk about anything, no matter how big or small

Peeta is the one who remembers everyone’s birthdays and special occasions, often surprising you with a homemade treat

He’s very artistic and you might find him sketching in his free time, with his art supplies scattered around the apartment

Peeta is always willing to help with anything, from moving furniture to carrying groceries, and he does it with a smile

He’s a morning person and likes to start his day with a cup of coffee and some quiet time to himself

Peeta enjoys decorating the apartment, adding little touches like fresh flowers or seasonal decorations to make it feel homier

He’s the roommate who leaves encouraging notes or quotes on the fridge or your door to brighten your day

Peeta is very respectful of your space and boundaries, and he’ll always ask before borrowing something or entering your room

He’s the type who’ll bring you a cup of tea or hot chocolate when you’re having a bad day, knowing just how to cheer you up

Peeta loves to read and often recommends books or shares his favorite passages with you

He’s incredibly patient, whether it’s waiting for his turn in the bathroom or dealing with any roommate conflicts

Peeta has a quiet strength, and even though he’s gentle, you know he’s someone you can rely on in tough situations

Cato Hadley

Cato is the athletic roommate who’s always at the gym or doing some kind of intense workout, and he might invite you to join him

He’s very competitive and loves turning anything into a challenge, from who can do more push-ups to who can clean the fastest

Cato can be loud and boisterous, often cranking up his music or the TV volume, especially during sports games

He’s fiercely protective of his friends and will always stand up for you if someone gives you a hard time

Cato is surprisingly good at cooking hearty, protein-packed meals, though he tends to leave a bit of a mess in the kitchen

He has a bit of a temper and might slam a door or punch a pillow when he’s frustrated, but he cools off quickly

Cato has a playful side and loves pulling pranks or teasing you in a friendly way, though he’ll never go too far

He’s not the most organized person, and you might find his clothes or sports gear strewn about the living room

Cato is always up for a party or social event and often invites friends over, turning the apartment into a lively hangout spot

He’s a bit of a neat freak when it comes to his own room, keeping his space spotless and well-organized, even if the rest of the apartment isn’t

Cato has a soft spot for animals, especially dogs, and he’ll be the first to suggest getting a pet if you don’t already have one

He’s very straightforward and doesn’t sugarcoat things, which can be refreshing but also a bit harsh at times

Cato loves watching action movies or sports, and he’ll often take over the TV for his favorite games or fights

He’s a bit of a night owl and might be up late playing video games or watching TV, though he tries not to disturb anyone

Despite his tough exterior, Cato is very loyal and cares deeply about his friends, even if he doesn’t always show it in the most obvious ways

Clove Kentwell

Clove is the fierce and independent roommate who values her personal space and expects you to respect hers

She’s incredibly organized and keeps her area spotless, often tidying up common spaces when they get too messy for her liking

Clove is a night owl and prefers to do her work or hobbies late at night when it’s quiet

She’s very direct and doesn’t hesitate to tell you what’s on her mind, whether it’s good or bad

Clove enjoys cooking but only for herself, and her meals are usually simple, quick, and healthy

She has a sarcastic sense of humor and loves to banter, though it might take a while for you to get used to her sharp wit

Clove is very private and doesn’t share much about her personal life, but she’s a great listener if you need to talk

She’s highly competitive, even about mundane things like board games or who gets the shower first

Clove is very protective of her belongings and hates it when people borrow things without asking

She’s not one for small talk and prefers deep, meaningful conversations when she’s in the mood to talk

Clove enjoys challenging herself with new hobbies or skills, like learning a new language or picking up archery

She’s not afraid to stand up for herself or others and will quickly shut down any drama in the apartment

Clove prefers minimalist décor and will keep her space free of clutter, only displaying items that have personal significance

She’s always on time, whether it’s for work, a meeting, or just hanging out, and she expects the same from others

Clove is fiercely loyal to the few people she lets into her inner circle, and once you’ve earned her trust, she’ll always have your back

Gale Hawthorne

Gale is the outdoorsy roommate who’s always planning camping trips, hikes, or other adventures in nature

He’s a great cook and enjoys preparing hearty, rustic meals, often using fresh ingredients he’s foraged or grown himself

Gale is very responsible and takes care of most of the practical tasks around the apartment, like paying bills or fixing things

He’s not very talkative but enjoys deep, meaningful conversations when he’s in the right mood

Gale is protective and will always look out for you, whether it’s walking you home at night or helping you with a problem

He’s not one for parties or loud gatherings and prefers quiet nights in or small get-togethers with close friends

Gale enjoys working with his hands and might take up woodworking or gardening as a hobby

He’s a bit of a loner and often spends time by himself, but he’ll always be there when you need him

Gale is very independent and values his freedom, but he also respects yours and won’t impose on your space

He’s incredibly resourceful and can find a solution to almost any problem, often with just the materials at hand

Gale is a light sleeper and prefers to go to bed early, but he’ll never complain if you stay up late as long as you’re quiet

He’s very practical and doesn’t spend money on unnecessary things, preferring to save for important or meaningful purchases

Gale is a great listener and will offer thoughtful advice, though he might be a bit blunt at times

He’s not one for social media and prefers face-to-face interactions, often leaving his phone behind on outings

Gale is very loyal to his friends and family, and once you’ve earned his trust, he’ll stand by you through anything

Finnick Odair

Finnick is the charming roommate who can make friends with anyone and loves to socialize, often bringing people over for drinks or dinner

He’s a bit of a flirt and will tease you in a playful, harmless way, making you feel special without crossing any lines

Finnick is very generous and will often share his things with you, whether it’s food, clothes, or advice

He’s incredibly organized and keeps his space neat, with everything in its place and nothing out of order

Finnick enjoys cooking elaborate meals and will often invite you to join him for a gourmet dinner

He has a great sense of style and will offer you fashion advice or help you pick out outfits for special occasions

Finnick is a night owl and loves staying up late, whether it’s to watch movies, have deep conversations, or just enjoy a quiet drink

He’s very protective of his friends and will always stand up for you if someone’s giving you a hard time

Finnick loves the ocean and will often plan trips to the beach or suggest water-related activities like swimming or sailing

He’s very attentive and will notice if you’re feeling down or stressed, offering support in his own unique way

Finnick is a great listener and can keep a secret better than anyone, making him the perfect confidant

He has a mischievous side and loves to play harmless pranks or tease you in a fun, light-hearted way

Finnick is very health-conscious and keeps himself in great shape, often encouraging you to join him for a workout

He’s a bit of a romantic and might leave small, thoughtful gestures like flowers or notes around the apartment just to make you smile

Finnick is incredibly loyal and will always have your back, no matter what, making him the kind of roommate you can count on for anything

Johanna Mason

Johanna is the no-nonsense roommate who says exactly what she’s thinking, even if it’s not what you want to hear

She’s fiercely independent and doesn’t need anyone to take care of her, but she’ll be there if you need her help

Johanna enjoys keeping things minimalistic and practical, preferring function over form in everything from décor to clothing

She’s a night owl and likes to stay up late, often with a book or a glass of whiskey in hand

Johanna has a dry, sarcastic sense of humor and loves to banter, though it might take a while to get used to her sharp wit

She’s not very trusting and takes a while to open up, but once she does, she’s incredibly loyal and protective

Johanna is a bit of a loner and values her personal space, often retreating to her room when she needs time to herself

She’s very straightforward and will always give you her honest opinion, even if it’s not what you want to hear

Johanna is surprisingly good at fixing things and will often take care of any repairs or maintenance around the apartment

She’s not big on cooking and prefers simple, quick meals, often opting for takeout or something easy to prepare

Johanna has a soft spot for plants and might keep a few low-maintenance ones around the apartment to add some greenery

She’s incredibly resilient and doesn’t let anything get to her, but she’ll be there to support you if you’re going through a tough time

Johanna is very private and doesn’t share much about her personal life, but she’s a great listener if you need to talk

She’s not one for social gatherings and prefers to keep to herself, though she’ll join in if it’s something low-key and intimate

Johanna is fiercely protective of her friends and will go to great lengths to defend them, even if it means putting herself in harm’s way

Haymitch Abernathy

Haymitch is the gruff, no-nonsense roommate who’s seen it all and isn’t easily impressed by anything

He’s a bit of a recluse and prefers to spend most of his time in his room, often with a drink in hand

Haymitch is surprisingly insightful and will offer you sage advice when you least expect it, often in the middle of a seemingly unrelated conversation

He’s not much of a cook, usually opting for takeout or quick meals, but he’ll occasionally surprise you with a decent home-cooked meal

Haymitch has a dark, dry sense of humor and will often make sarcastic comments or jokes, though you’ll rarely see him laugh

He’s incredibly protective of the people he cares about, even if he doesn’t show it in obvious ways

Haymitch is a night owl and often stays up late, either watching TV or reading, though he prefers to be left alone

He’s not very tidy and tends to leave his things scattered around, though he knows where everything is when he needs it

Haymitch is fiercely independent and doesn’t like to rely on others, but he’ll step up if someone really needs his help

He’s a bit of a mystery, rarely sharing details about his past or personal life, but you’ll catch glimpses of it in his more vulnerable moments

Haymitch is incredibly observant and notices everything that goes on, even if he doesn’t comment on it

He’s not big on socializing and prefers to keep to himself, though he’ll join in for a drink or two if the mood strikes him

Haymitch has a soft spot for animals and might secretly take care of a stray cat or dog, even if he pretends not to care

He’s very straightforward and won’t sugarcoat anything, but his honesty is something you’ll come to appreciate

Haymitch has a tough exterior, but deep down, he cares deeply about his friends and will do whatever it takes to protect them, even if it means making sacrifices

Cressida

Cressida is the creative and artistic roommate who’s always working on some kind of project, whether it’s photography, writing, or filming

She’s incredibly organized and keeps her workspace neat, with everything in its place, even if the rest of the apartment is a bit chaotic

Cressida is a night owl and often stays up late working on her projects, though she’s careful not to disturb anyone else

She’s very passionate about her work and will often talk about her latest ideas or projects, sometimes losing track of time in the process

Cressida is very open-minded and encourages you to pursue your own creative interests, often offering advice or feedback if you ask for it

She’s a great listener and is always there if you need to talk, offering thoughtful and insightful advice

Cressida loves decorating the apartment with unique and interesting pieces, often ones she’s made or collected herself

She’s very independent and prefers to do things on her own, though she’ll ask for help if she really needs it

Cressida is a bit of a minimalist when it comes to her own belongings, preferring quality over quantity in everything she owns

She’s not big on social media and prefers to live in the moment, though she’ll use it to share her work or connect with others in her field

Cressida loves exploring new places and will often suggest spontaneous trips or outings to get inspiration for her work

She’s very supportive of your goals and dreams and will do whatever she can to help you achieve them

Cressida is a bit of a perfectionist and can get frustrated if things don’t go according to plan, though she’s good at hiding it

She’s incredibly observant and notices the little details that others might miss, both in her work and in her daily life

Cressida is fiercely loyal to her friends and collaborators, and once you’ve earned her trust, she’ll go to great lengths to support you in any way she can

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SFW Alphabet-König

SFW Alphabet, hehe there's some nsfw so mdni

 A= Affection (How Affectionate are they? How do they show affection?

Definitely is not super into PDA because of his social anxiety, he already commands a lot of unwanted attention due to his size and he’d rather not get any more.

That being said when he is nervous, holding hands/you holding onto his arms can be very comforting and grounding. Also if he is drunk he will be a lot more into PDA but sober not really.

Other than in public he shows affection by just paying attention to a lot of the things you do/say. He is the type to remember that you like something and then buy it for you.

Also when you two are alone he really likes touching you, anyway really he just likes your touch. 

B= Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Once he realized he liked being around you, he definitely got more nervous around you because he also wanted you to like him.

It took him a bit to figure out if he liked you as just a friend or more than a friend, he knew for sure though that he wanted you to be with him to some capacity.

Otherwise as a best friend he would always be someone you could depend on, and in turn would need validation from you/your help walking him through his problems and giving him advice. 

C= Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

At first he is very timid when cuddling because he doesn't wanna bother you but once he gets comfortable and finds out that one of your love languages is touch he is ALL over you.

He is fine being the big or little spoon.

He also really likes laying on your chest and just being buried in your tits.

D= Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Due to his hectic career he definitely wants to retire and settle down so he can just relax a little bit.

Since he was in the army he is pretty clean and organized, but lets himself be a little cluttered since he no longer has to be as rigid as he used to be.

He always asks if you need any help with anything and will clean things without being asked.

He also loves to cook you things from his culture, especially things that his mother used to cook for him. 

His heart literally melts and he can’t stop smiling when you make him something his mom said was his favorite. (You called her and talked for hours, and she is also obsessed with you).

E= Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) 

Unless it was an abusive situation I think he would be very apologetic during a break up. I think he would explain how it truly isn’t his partner, it's him.

He definitely has a few issues/insecurities and he would make it clear that it was him who needed growing.

He also gives me the vibes that he would wanna still be a support for his ex-partner if they wanted to, but he would also understand if they never wanted anything to do with him. 

F= Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I think he would wanna be in a committed relationship pretty quickly, not necessarily marriage but long term partner status.

He is also very open with communication and you two have talks about what you each want, and how quickly you would want to get married. 

If you want to wait, just not wanting to rush things, or another reason that you explain to him he would be very chill with that.

However the day you did get engaged would be one of the happiest days of his life.

He would want to do whatever you wanted for the wedding no matter how big or small. He would be fully aware that your wedding day is about you and he is just Ken, you are Barbie, ALWAYS.

Also not to be dramatic but this would quite literally be the best day of his life. Nothing can compare to the happiness that swelled his heart when you two had your first dance after the ceremony, he would defo cry into your shoulder.

That being said this man is a wreck before hand, he is for sure nervous but his groomsmen hype him up.  

And once he sees you at the end of the isle the Nile river itself could not gush as much as he did, he literally has a small thing of tissues in his pocket because he knew this would happen.

Also when you guys give your vows you give them both in English and German so that both your families can understand. You don’t tell him about this until the moment, once you finish your vows in English you start to recite them in German and he just starts crying even more. He then gives his in both languages.  

G= Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) 

Physically his default is gentle because he never wants to hurt you, he will only be more rough if you explicitly say so.

The only exception to this is if you guys are drinking he might get a bit rougher but again nothing that would hurt you.

Emotionally he really prefers to be calmer and talk through issues the two of you have, especially if you have a bad past with people yelling and throwing things so he is very conscious of that when he does get upset.

He also is just so used to hostile environments when at work that he wants his time with you to be the antithesis of that. 

H= Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Again when he first gets to know you he is not super touchy out of respect. As you get more comfortable he loves it when you hug him, because he also knows you don’t hug many people so he takes it as a compliment. 

He really prefers to hug you under your arms, so yours are over his shoulders, partly because of your size difference he sort of scoops you off your feet when you do hug. He also just loves wrapping his arms around your sides/back.

I= I love you (How fast do they say the L=word?)

Not gonna lie I feel like he catches feelings pretty quickly and really devotes himself to you.

At first you just notice that his stares linger for longer and he does that sleepy half blink at you alot. 

When he does say I love you it’s when you both wake up from a night together and the sun comes through the window and he is just overwhelmed with how loved you make him feel and he says it. 

When you say it back he is floored and over the moon happy.

J= Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

I feel like he only gets jealous when he sees you with people that have skills he doesn’t.

Like if he sees you darting through a crowd with another smaller friend he gets mad that he isn’t able to do that.

Sometimes he just feels like a burden more than anything in that he needs comfort in social settings. But he brings this up and you talk about it and assure him you don’t mind at all.

Otherwise his jealousy really just comes out when he is drunk, because he gets cocky and if he sees some sleaze walk up to you and start talking or god forbid touch you he gets very territorial and pushes the guy away. 

K= Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they  like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Since he doesn’t have a lot of sexual or relationship experience he isn’t the most skilled kisser, but he learns quickly.

If anything it is just super sloppy, both because of his lack of experience and because his mouth is just bigger than yours.

However when it comes to pecks and simple kisses he loves it when you kiss his hands or arms in any way, he also goes nuts if you are on top of him tracing kisses along his neck and shoulders.

He really likes to kiss your face, neck, and head. Sometimes you’ll be home and he just plants a kiss on the back of your neck out of nowhere. 

He also really likes to trap you in his arms and hold your face with one hand while he litters kisses all over your face (Very Gomez Adams adjacent).

L= Little ones (How are they around children?)

He is for sure a bit nervous around kids at first because they are tiny and he doesn’t want to be too rough and hurt them.

But once he figures out that they just wanna use him as a jungle gym he is very good with them. 

Once at a family event you found him with about 6 kids hanging on him and it made you even more attracted to him.

He notices that after you two see a child/hang out with a child that the following night you fuck his brains out. 

M= Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He is a pretty early riser since he is used to getting up so early.

This usually works out for you, since you need to get up for work anyways.

However on the days that you can sleep in, this man will keep you in that bed until at least noon. Whining like a toddler whenever you go to get up. 

This is the only time that he uses your size difference against you without asking. 

N= Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights for you two is your time to de-stress from the day and really relax.

Whether that be having sex or just being with each other it does not matter.

One thing he always does though is make sure you eat dinner (he knows about girl dinner and does not approve) he also asks to see what you ate earlier in the day and really goes into parent mode if you say you haven’t eaten.

srs/ the most angry you ever saw him was when he asked what you had eaten by 4pm and you said coffee and a cheese stick. 

O= Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) 

He definitely doesn’t unload everything on you at first, but he opens up eventually.

The more he tells you, the more and more comfortable he is getting with you. 

One of the first things he tells you is his anxiety issues because he knows that it will have the most day to day effect on your relationship/lives. In turn you also explain to him your various mental health issues.

Later on he explains his past of being bullied and feels really safe with you because you offer nothing but support and love, and absolutely no judgment. 

P=Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He is more the type of person to get sad if you hurt him, his anger usually manifests into silence and he stews.

However, when it comes to people disrespecting you he gets angry very quickly, if anyone is rude to you or is physically aggressive towards you, he sits that shit down immediately, and it usually takes him a few minutes to cool off.

You are much quicker to anger than him, and he picks up on this very quickly and honestly really likes it because sometimes it’s in his defense.

When YOU defend him he honestly kicks his feet and giggles because he genuinely feels so safe with you. 

Q= Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) 

He would remember EVERYTHING about you.

Literally you mention something once to him once and it will be locked in his brain forever.

To the point that you get a little insecure about how much less you remember, you have a pretty good memory but not as good as his.

He legit doesn't care though, he is more than ok repeating himself.

R= Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moments in your relationship are the small ones.

For example there was one night where you were just laying on top of him like dead weight with your cheek pressed against his mindlessly scrolling through your phone.

You actually ended up falling asleep on him and he was oh so careful moving out from under you, he really didn’t want to wake you.

For the rest of the night he just stared at your sleeping form, memorizing every detail of your face. 

S= Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) 

He is very protective of you and you also are of him. He always checks in with you to see how you are feeling.

He is physically and emotionally protective of you, physically he knows that he makes you feel safe. Like you have a whole ass tank of a man with you at all times. But you have also expressed that you feel comfortable and secure that he would never use his size against you.

He is emotionally protective of you and your mental health issues, and he is there to support you through those tough times. 

As far as protecting him goes, he really likes how he is able to go to you with any problem or thought he is having and you will have an open mind and want to help him.

Surprisingly too he physically feels very safe with you because despite your size difference you are a very fierce and confident person. 

He knows that if shit really went down and you needed to fight that you could and would hold your own. And to be honest that is a turn on for him lol, like he loves how dominant and straight forward you are. 

T= Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) 

Not gonna lie he puts a fuck ton of effort into doing things with you. On special occasions expect to wake up to flowers and food.

He will take you out wherever you want and really devotes time to working on his social anxiety so that he can be more in the moment when you do go out. 

Day to day he would wait on you hand and foot if you let him, you usually insist that you can do things yourself but he usually weasels his way into doing small tasks for you.

Of course you return his effort back and if anything he sometimes is just faster to do things than you are. 

U= Ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?) 

Sometimes he really lets his anxiety get the best of him and goes silent just letting his thoughts run wild. 

You have a really hard time with silence typically and that is the biggest hump you two need to pass. Is that when either of you are upset, no matter how uncomfortable, you two NEED to just talk about it because it makes it so much worse for you to just sit in your thoughts.

V= Vanity (cow concerned are they with their looks?)

He is only concerned with his looks in the sense that he knows he has a very obvious presence when he is in public, and he understands the scary effect he has on some people.

Otherwise he doesn’t care that much, he takes care of his looks physically but in a maintenance way more so. 

If anything he is really nervous about what you will think of how he looks. Like when you see him naked for the first time or without his mask for the first time.

Before that his stomach was in KNOTS because of how nervous he was. But when you do finally see all of him you don’t stop complimenting (and just staring at) him for hours afterwards and his confidence goes through the roof as you two continue to date. 

It takes him a while to accept that someone truly loves him and how he looks 100%.

When he gets drunk he definitely gets more vain, checks himself out in the mirror longer, and has more confidence with the effect his looks have on you and gets more flirty. 

NSFW but the first time you guys have sex in front of a mirror is when he is a little tipsy since he needs a little confidence boost in order to try it. Spoiler alert he loves it.

W= Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

In the least codependent way possible he would not. Once he meets you, everything just makes more sense to him and he knows that he just wants to be with you for forever and then some. 

You are the sun that rises and sets on his days and he is obsessed with you, but is also very receptive to your boundaries and doesn’t want to be too clingy.

Cliche but you truly are Barbie and he is just Ken, and he is 100% ok with it. 

X= Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) 

Coupled with him being obsessed with you, he sort of has a staring problem and sometimes if you are doing work or on your phone he will just stare at you for so long.

He also does this when you are driving the two of you around, his body will be facing yours when he is in the passenger seat. 

Y= Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Sometimes your love language is teasing and he has a few names/insults that he does not want to be called at all because they are similar to things he’d been called when he was bullied growing up. 

On a lighter note he hates pickles and will legit side eye you when you are together and you are eating whole pickles. But this makes you the perfect restaurant pair because he always gives you his pickles. 

Z= Zzz (What are their sleep habits?)

Like previously mentioned he is a pretty early riser but also can be a night owl if that is what you’re used to. However it gets to the point where he is comfortable enough that he can fall asleep pretty quickly as long as he is with you.

He is used to sleeping in cramped spaces because there are rarely beds big enough for him so you typically do fit on the bed with him, but you always tell him to take up as much room as he needs.

Once you guys move in together, you buy a special bed that has plenty of space for the both of you.

 When sleeping with you he loves to just be in your arms. Sometimes when you need some grounding he will act as your weighted blanket and just become dead weight on you. Both of you are very heavy sleepers so once he is out , and if you need to get out from under him, it is definitely a challenge.

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Wrong Turn

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Divine Judgment comes

Thank you @whumped-by-glitter and @generic-whumperz , this chapter would not be what it is without you beta-ing for it!

Obligatory Author's Note: So, it's pretty obvious we're nearing the end of Tom's story, but at this point, it's pretty open ended. If you'd like to stop here and imagine he mansplains-manipulates-manslaughters his way outta this trap, then by all means go ahead. Fanfiction is a thing, canon divergence is a thing, I encourage it, if anything! Just, you know, tag me or let me know in some way. But let's get right to it!

TW/CW: slave whump, intimate whumper, (brief) dehumanization, whumper turned whumpee, kidnapping, leaving off on a cliffhanger

Thomas J Costa, you are a fucking genius, the mob boss thought to himself. This was one of the best two weeks of his and Khaled’s shared life together. Two weeks of coming home to a sparkling clean penthouse, a plate of either half-cooked or slightly scorched food (hey, the boy was trying), and a submissive bedmate made him perversely wonder why he didn’t try this scare tactic sooner.

He checked his watch. It was only half an hour until he’d usually leave for home, but he decided he’d been at work long enough that day. Just as he was about to log off of his desktop, an email of high priority chimed. He opened it, then groaned. That meeting with the stakeholders of White Shore Resort: Miami was tonight, and he’d completely forgot. As much as he’d rather not do it tonight, he did not need to burn this bridge, of all bridges. So, with a reluctant sigh, Thomas put on his coat and shot a text home. He’d left Khaled with the spare cellphone he’d given him when he was in the hospital that one time, a dense brick of a device that could only perform basic call, text, and photo taking tasks, specifically to send him messages like these.

To: Holes Forgot about a meeting I have tonight. Be home late. Wait for me.

With that sent, he tucked his phone into his coat pocket and begrudgingly left.

The boss was a little more than surprised to find his car keyed and his tires slashed. What surprise he did feel was quickly replaced with burning rage as he marched his way to the guard shack and banged on the door. “Nico!”

Michael’s nephew opened the door, brown hair amess and blinking in confusion as if he had just woken up from a nap. “Boss? What’s up, what’s wrong?” he asked, pulling his coat around him.

“Don’t even - somebody’s slashed my tires on your watch!” Thomas grabbed Nico by the arm and yanked him along across the parking lot. He practically threw the young guard at the defaced car. “Look at this! Did you see who did this? What the fuck am I even paying you for if you don’t even know who did this?!” he roared.

“Shit man, I-I’m sorry! What can I do to fix this?” Nico asked.

Tom checked his watch again. Despite the meeting being on the other side of the city, and the whole setback with his car, he knew he could still make it. “You,” he decided, “are going to drive me! No arguments, let’s go!”

Nico’s mouth opened and closed mutely like a fish before he threw up his hands in a shrug.

It was a very awkward drive in Nico Clemenza’s cluttered Jeep. Some people kept the interior of their cars spotless, some people treated the interior of their cars like a large storage locker, and it became very clear which one Nico was that evening. Thomas must have counted at least three first-draft essays, one notebook, four pairs of unwashed athletic clothes, and a pair of sneakers back there. At least the weather was cold enough out that they didn’t stink, which was a small mercy of being trapped in such a disgusting car. He wanted to retch, but this was his best and quickest option to get to that meeting on time. Maybe I’ll just make the kid drop me off a couple blocks away, and I can walk there, he thought to himself.

Meanwhile, Nico himself seemed visibly on edge as he drove stiffly and uncomfortably with the boss in his car. It was enough to make himself feel tense. Thomas sighed. “Look, Nico, bud, I know you don’t necessarily approve of how I handle your dear little friend, but there is no reason why things have to be so tense between us personally,” he said. “I’ve never actually done anything to you, have I? Like, I’ve never physically harmed you or nothing. And I’m on great terms with Bennie and Michael, so why don’t you just relax a bit? I’m not gonna kill you, I swear.”

Nico nervously glanced at him before focusing back on the road. Thomas shook his head. There was an impassible power barrier between himself and some of the younger guys in the organization, one that wasn’t there before he became the boss nearly eight years ago. It made people act all fake and freak out over little things as they forgot that he was just a person, too; like how Nico completely missed the exit they needed to take.

“Hey, wait, the Antechamber Taphouse was back that way,” he reminded him. Nico kept driving, not responding as his eyes remained fixed on an unseen destination. “Nico, hey, Nico!” Tom snapped his fingers in front of the driver’s face, hoping to get his attention. “Nico, you missed it!”

“No I didn’t, because that’s not where we’re going,” Nico relied cryptically.

“Yes, it is, though, I told you we were going there!” He brought this fingers up to Nico’s temple and poked at it. “What’s wrong with you?” Nico did not respond as he pulled off at the next exit and drove them further from Thomas’ intended destination. “Take a left, and another left,” he instructed. They might just be able to make it to the taphouse if they took the detour Thomas knew about.

Nico pulled off at the next exit and ran every red light as he took the exact opposite directions, driving them closer to their unknown destination. The passenger gave up dictating directions once he realized this dumb fuck behind the wheel wasn’t going to listen to him. Whether it was because Nico didn’t know the area and was stubborn enough to spurn all directions, there was not much Thomas could do until they got where they needed to be. With a final grumble, he whipped out his phone and started sorting through emails. Confirmation of reservation, reminder of reservation, junk mail, junk mail, junk –ooh, a user called ‘there-a-Glock-in-my-sock-85’ responded to my Reddit question!

It was only once the car came to a stop and parked that he looked up from his phone. Far from the urban core of his intended destination, he found them parked at the docks, just outside the empty warehouses. ‘Something is wrong’ seemed like the understatement of the moment here as Thomas tried to determine Nico’s true intentions. 

Then, the door to one of the warehouses creaked open. Nico unlocked the doors and unbuckled his seatbelt. “Alright, sir, come with me,” he said.

“Where are we?” he asked, unbuckling his own seatbelt.

Nico did not respond, only silently opening the door of the car as he pivoted his body to get out. The boss finally figured out there was something much larger at play. He thought about the young guard’s sketchy demeanor and their conveniently desolate location before remembering what Nico had said the last day he saw Khaled.

“But, he didn’t do it, sir! He had no part in it! I can prove it, just listen to me!”

His jaw dropped as he made the connection. “Wait a minute, you were the one who put that hit out on me last summer?!” The lack of an answer was all the confirmation the boss needed. “Oh, you little shit!” Thomas grabbed Nico by the shirt collar and yanked him away from the door. He pulled Nico by the back of his hair and slammed his face into the dash board –once, twice, and one more time for good measure before pushing Nico out the open door and crawling into the driver’s seat himself. He was just about to close the door of the Jeep and lock it until a chillingly cheerful voice called out from the shadows.

“Where you going off to, man? You just got here!”

Tom immediately unsheathed his pistol, aiming at the source of the voice amongst the dark. A pair of cat-like golden eyes gleamed in the darkness as the boss of Juicio Divino emerged like a phantom from the dark warehouse entrance. Six more phantoms materialized alongside him with their own weapons drawn and aimed at the Costa boss. Julio’s eyes briefly flickered down to his accomplice who’d been thrown out of the car before fixing back on Thomas again. He lazily grinned, his teeth shining unnaturally white in the dark night. “Why don’t you step out of the vehicle and come on in here?” It did not sound like a request. Six guns remained trained on his body behind the windshield.

Thomas growled like a cornered animal as he reluctantly set his gun on the dashboard, got out of the car, and put his hands up. Attacking Julio directly would guarantee he’d be killed, but surrendering and giving them what they wanted now would at least open an opportunity to gain the upper hand later, he reasoned. Although he doubted this wild cat would ever give him the chance.

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[forbidding-souda]

Heyoooooo! Before requesting anything, may I say that your writing is truly AWESOME!! Everything fits the character so well aaa I adore it!!! Keep up the amazing work!!!

Can you plz do some head cannons for Korekiyo, Ibuki and Kazuichi being roommates with their S/O in a small dorm? I think it'd be a cute scenario (sorry if it's a bit much :'] )

Shinguuji Korekiyo, Ibuki Mioda, and Kazuichi Souda living with their S/O in a small dorm

just bullet points for this one because i'm a litttllleee head empty. ALSO TY FOR THE COMPLIMENT IT MEANS THE WORLD!!!!!

i am highly qualified to write this. Bruh I have lived in three different dorm buildings bc I did a swap since my first roommate was homophobic LOLZ. The second dorm I lived in was a corner room so we had a lot of room compared to the others gg but the first dorm i was in was TINY as if it wasn't 1.7k a month like dude come on.

I'm an english major and a child development major btw hmu I'm so cool and awesome. Join the discord to see me post about the funny things my english professor puts on canvas LMFAO.

I added in a bit of just college stuff.

-Mod Souda

Shinguuji Korekiyo

❤ His desk is so full of trinkets that he can hardly use it. Probably just studies in his bed.

❤ He'll gift you some and clutter your side of the room, too.

❤ Lights candles even though they're not allowed.

❤ Incense too.

❤ But he has a good sense of personal space and he keeps to himself. Even when the two of you are dating, he understands the difference between his side of the room and your side of the room.

❤ However, you can sneak into his bed :3 he wouldn't mind.

❤ Just don't sleep on his hair plz he leaves that shit sprawled out.

❤ No bc you probably have his loose hair everyone on the carpet swear to god.

❤ Anthropology major obvi.

❤ Takes academics very seriously!!!

❤ Will just walk around in long sleeves regardless of the weather.

❤ If you're the type of person to study and not go to the dining commons then he'll eat there and then bring you a to-go box.

❤ Definitely keeps sake in his mini fridge.

❤ Isn't on the snap story.

❤ Ask before you use his stuff because he's probably gonna start tweaking if he notices something out of place.

❤ He does not like showering in those dorm showers. He'll probably go to the gym or something.

❤ Probably uses a computer bag instead of a backpack.

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Kazuichi Souda

❤ Your stuff is his stuff now.

❤ Pushes your beds together. (LMFAOOO)

❤ Mechanical engineering major perhaps. Ngl I only know two of them and idk what they be learning but it sounds about right.

❤ Never does his laundry on time. He leaves it in the dryer.

❤ He doesn't clean for the RA checks either.

❤ And he definitely doesn't care about privacy when it comes to changing. He's just gonna get naked in front of you fr.

❤ He gets doordash a lot.

❤ Will wait for you after class. Or he might have the audacity to just crash one of your lectures.

❤ Walks around the dorm in his underwear.

❤ I'd like to imagine he brought a mirror in the room so he can add the braids in his hair in private awwwww.

❤ Sharpens his teeth in the other bathroom tho gg.

❤ You can spell his cologne from your bed.

❤ Keeps his textbooks on the floor near his bed but the dorm is so small you almost trip over them.

❤ Doesn't take out the trash either.

❤ Uses the campus gym all the time.

❤ If he's not in the dorm he's either at class or hanging out in the gym.

❤ If you do yoga then you can easily convince him to do yoga with you.

❤ His fits are probably firrreeee. But I imagine he wears the same shoes every day.

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Ibuki Mioda

❤ Will ask to keep things on your side of the room.

❤ You will be in class and then come back to her sleeping in your bed.

❤ Ibuki plz stop dying your hair in the public sink please you're staining the sink PLEASE.

❤ Doesn't even raise her hand in class she just starts talking. Which ik is normal but she like . will just start talking.

❤ Music major? Or is that too obvious. Could be pop culture too. I'm leaning more towards pop culture.

❤ Goes on long rants about like 2300 about what she did in her classes.

❤ She talks as she studies. Is she even studying? You can't tell.

❤ Study date except it's her talking the entire time with Canvas open but not looking at anything.

❤ Probably leaves her pajamas on the floor when she changes in the morning. You can just put them back on her bed for her.

❤ Like Shinguuji, she will also just have her loose hairs everywhere.

❤ She is a bit of a pervert and is like "you can change in front of me :) it's okay :) you can change in front of me :)" (pleading).

❤ Is going to use your body wash without telling you.

❤ Probably plays her music hella loud and the RA will have to knock bc of complaints LMFAO.

❤ ^ Also rents a vaccuum at 3AM and uses it.

❤ Probably gets opps bc of this ^

❤ If she wears a school uniform in Danganronpa then I'm gonna headcanon that she wears merch of the college.

[kinkyliterotica]

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Venom x Eddie Brock x OC M/M/F Threesome Smut

Summary: Eddie introduces his new romantic interest, Shannon Walker (single mom), to his alien companion and partner Venom. After a glass of wine and a lot of reassurance she decides she’s ready to handle both men. At the same time.

Warnings: Smut, Possessive!Venom, Threesome, Size Kink, Monster Fucking, Slime, Creampie, Tentacles, Rough Sex, Deep Throat, Oral

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(Part 1)

After a long evening of important conversations about single parenting, ‘where their relationship was going’, Shannon was feeling reassured and content. That was until Eddie let it slip that Venom had an interest in being…involved with her.

She adjusted herself on the couch. Her red dress rode up her plump thighs, her hands played with the stem of her wine glass. Eddie sat opposite of her, looking slapdash but handsome. In a wrinkled shirt with rolled up sleeves, and a pair of gray trousers. He looked so human, which made Venom’s head floating between them seem all the more strange, and alien. His white eyes were shiny and reflective. His teeth were cluttered, jagged, and completely intimidating.

Shannon laughed a little nervously and asked, “Wait, how that would even work. You know…the three of us?”

Venom wrapped his sleek tendrils around her back and pulled her closer to Eddie. Her skirt was almost entirely pooled around her hips. Venom spoke softly into her ear. As softly as he could with his deep otherworldly voice.

“I can show you. You’ve never seen the things I can do.”

Shannon’s own softer human voice shook, she asked “Have you ever been with a woman before-a human woman?”

“I’m Dylan’s father too, you know.”

Eddie looked between the two of them, unsure of how Shannon was responding to Venom. They’d never interacted like this before. He had always been the intermediary.

Eddie told Venom, “Alright buddy, ease up a bit.”

Eddie then spoke to Shannon, “I know you’re nervous, and if you want to turn to the door and bolt you can go for it. But before you do, you should know, we really like you. And if you give us a chance I’m sure we can change your mind about the whole alien thing.”

Shannon doesn’t say anything, she takes a small brave breath, picks up Eddie’s hand, and takes him to the bedroom.

Eddie’s apprehension faded quickly.

Eddie asked, “So I guess, uh, a little bit of freakiness turns you on huh?”

Shannon laughed and said, “You don’t know the half of it.” Shannon meant freaky in a very different way than Eddie and Venom did. She had some experience with deep throating and anal, maybe some water sports. This was freaky on a whole other level.

As they entered the bedroom, Venom’s tendrils appeared out of Eddie’s body. The appendages started to slide underneath her clothes, lifting them from her body expertly. Her dress was pulled down, her tights slid down to her ankles, her hair released from its small claw clip. She became alert, she was being touched in so many places by Venom’s cold tendrils it’s overwhelming.

Suddenly she was lifted off of the ground by Eddie while Venom slipped her clothes off of her body entirely. She starts panting, she couldn’t keep up.

Eddie leaned in closely and whispered, “Don’t be afraid, I’ve got you.”

Venom leaned into her other ear, “She’s not afraid Eddie, I can smell her.”

Venom growled and licked a line up her neck and jaw with his strong long tongue. She shivers violently, the sensation so foreign but so tantalizing. She stifled a meek moan. Venom laughed, and the sound rumbled in Eddie’s chest.

“She wants me.”

Eddie chides him, “She wants us, don’t you baby?”

Eddie pulls Shannon closer, burying his face in her neck and littering it with kisses.

Shannon stutters, “Yes, uh, yes. Sorry I’m just...would you two give it a rest for a minute!”

Eddie and Venom stop suddenly, worried they’ve done something wrong. Shannon pushed against them slightly, giving herself room to breathe. They had to work up to that kind of intensity. It was too much.

Shannon shook her choppy hair out of her face and started undressing Eddie. She pulls his pants around his ankles and pushes him down on the bed before ripping his pants off. He pushed himself up on his elbows, a wide smile on his face.

Eddie snickers, “Yeah I like that.”

Shannon smiled, “Shut up.”

Shannon crawled on top of Eddie and started licking and sucking in his earlobe. Her teeth graze the sensitive flesh of his neck, and now it’s her turn to make him shiver. This was much more comfortable, being in control.

“You two keep acting like I’m some flustered schoolgirl. You’ve got all the tricks and I’m just going to lay here and be amazed huh? Wrong.”

Shannon’s fingers drag down his chest and end up on his boxers. She slips her fingers beneath the waistband and grabs hold of his hard cock. She strokes up and down gently.

She continues, “I got laid more in college than you two have in your entire life. Now lay back and let me show you what I can do.”

Eddie laughed, and replied with a satisfying, “Yes ma’am.”

Shannon heard nothing from Venom. She hoped she’d shut him up, but in reality she knew he was lying in wait, biting his tongue.

Shannon pulled Eddie’s boxers down with his help. She shifted herself lower. She knelt on the floor and put her face an inch above his crotch. She wrapped her hands around his length and started pumping. Eddie moaned with relief. As soon as she got a steady pace she took out her tongue and licked him from ball sac to tip. Eddie nearly bucked off of the bed, and the moan he let out thrilled her even more. He was making him weak, making this strong man, this superhero, moan and writhe beneath her. She could taste the power.

Eddie wrapped his fingers in her hair and gently eased her away from his balls and onto his length. She adjusted her throat to his length, he’s a good size but not uncomfortable. She ran her tongue down his shaft as she wet his dick with her saliva. Her mouth made sharp wet noises that made Eddie’s cock throb.

Eddie looks down at Shannon, “Damn she knows what she’s doing, huh V?”

Venom laughed in a sickening and lingering way that made Shannon’s confidence wane.

“We’ll see my love.”

Shannon feels Eddie’s body adjust around her, the thighs she rested her arms on were suddenly growing, turning black, expanding all around her. The length in her mouth also grew, what used to fit comfortably between her cheeks was now extending into the free space between them. When the top of Venom’s length hits the back of her throat she gagged.

Shannon’s head shot up and glared at Venom, who laid back casually with his arms behind his head, his body eating up the whole length of the bed and then some.

Shannon scowled at Venom's cocky smirk, his teeth glistening. “No fair.” She complained

“You’re so nice to Eddie, what about me? I’ve been waiting as long as he has. Watching you from behind his eyes, feeling your body beneath his hands. Don’t I deserve some…attention?”

Shannon sat back on her haunches and laughed, “Oh, you want attention, is that it? You’re feeling left out?”

Venom hisses, his tongue rattling like a snake.

“Yesssssss.”

Shannon laughed and Venom sat up more quickly than she expected based on his sheer size. Suddenly he was towering over her. Her knees were still on the ground, she felt so incredibly small, so vulnerable.

Venom took his clawed hand and gently and lovingly stroked her cheek with it. The sensation was smooth and unlike skin, but it was comforting. She leaned into his touch and enjoyed the affection. The gap between them was closing, the distance between Eddie and Venom coming together.

Venom asked honestly, “Are you afraid of me?”

Shannon became determined. She shook her head ‘no’ and commanded, “Lie down”.

Venom settles himself and Shannon lowers her mouth onto his length. It’s huge and wet with precum, he is hard and ready for her. She can’t swallow the whole thing but does her best with her hand to substitute.

Venom interjects, “It’s not…too big for you is it?”

Shannon says stubbornly, “Of course not.”

“Good, I’ll enjoy trying to make it fit.”

Shannon stretched her throat to its absolute limit. His size was unimaginably girthy, her lips barely went down ⅓ of his entire length. Her teeth grazed skin but it didn’t seem to bother him. She pumped her head up and down, trying to mimic what she did for Eddie. Her hand worked tirelessly down his shaft.

After only a moment Venom shrunk away and Eddie returned. He picked her head up, her eyes filled with tears from the strain and he kissed her forehead lovingly.

Eddie sighs, “Alright that’s enough, I think we should take a break for a bit.”

Shannon wiped the tears away with the back of her hand. She sat up angrily this time. She had just gotten a rhythm going, and Eddie came out to ‘give her a break’. “I don’t know if you two are trying to drive me crazy, but it’s certainly working!”

Eddie held his hands up incredulously. “What the hell? What did I do?”

Shannon threw her hands down on the bed, “You bastards, you have me suck the biggest dick I’ve ever seen, tease me with the longest tongue I’ve ever seen, and you want to take a break?! I’m losing my mind over here boys!”

Eddie’s expression turned from concern to hunger as Venom took over again. His face grows that terrifying set of teeth and he wets them with his truly impressive tongue.

“You underestimated her Eddie, she loves the monster just like you do. You had better be ready, little human.”

Her whole world turned upside down and she saw a black blur move above her, pinning her down. Her shoulders pressed painfully into the cheap mattress.

Shannon squealed as Venom spread her legs and licked the tip of her clit with his tongue. She couldn’t hold back the pornographic moans as Venom showed her how long his tongue really is.

She fisted the sheets and cried out in pleasure while Eddie admired the view from behind Venom's eyes, God she is beautiful as she writhed around in the sheets.

Venom stopped playing around and fucking her with his tongue more roughly. He had incredibly precise control over the appendage and Shannon could feel him dragging it along her walls. She was soaking, both his tongue and the sheets. Everytime her hips threatened to buck off the bed, a new appendage shot out to hold her down. He was everywhere, all over her. Binding her, trapping her. When she was near total bliss he used his tentacles to play with her nipples. They were so skilled and knew exactly how to twist and pull to make her cry out.

Shannon could barely breathe, “You feel so fucking good.”

“I know, delicious thing, I know. Are you prepared to take something much bigger?”

Shannon tried to think through the lusty fog. She stumbled with her words, “Eddie first.”

Venom didn’t complain as Eddie fronts again.

Eddie leaned down and saw her wrecked and wet body. He kissed every part of Shannon that he could find, “You’re doing so good baby, god, I don’t know how you do it.”

Eddie grabs his length and strokes it before lining it up with her hole. What Venom did turned him on just as much as her.

“Did V make you wet baby, did you love it?”

Shannon moaned, “Yes, yes, he was amazing, I want you too please.”

Eddie shoved his length into her easily. She’d been properly prepared, and ever since she had her daughter she didn’t need as much preparation as she once did.

Eddie rocked into her and fell into rhythm easily. He grabbed her legs and hiked them over his shoulders when he lost her cunts tight grip.

Eddie shivered when he hit a good spot. The sensation traveling through his entire body. His eyes were shut tight, “Oh fuck you’re so hot. How long have you been waiting for this huh?”

Shannon nearly tore Eddie’s skin digging her nails into his shoulders. She cried out, “So long!”

Eddie and Shannon keep at a good pace, enjoying the feeling of their bodies finally intertwined and skin against skin. There was no music, no ambient sound, just the rocking of the bed and the sound of wet flesh between them. Eddie was strong, not unlike Venom. His pace and stamina was nearly superhuman.

Venom growled, “I need her Eddie, let me out.”

Eddie tried to soothe him, “Give me a minute, V, she’s not-“

Venom crawled through Eddie’s skin and suddenly Shannon is more full than she ever has been. She seizes up around his cock and feels like she’s going to burst.

She hears his chest rattle with another growl but she’d shut her eyes tight, focusing on keeping herself calm as her walls are stretched to capacity.

Shannon kept her eyes shut, unsure if she could handle seeing a dark monster above and inside her. She took a deep breath, “I’m trying Venom, please go slow!”

Venom resisted his urge to plunge into her. It wasn’t fair. She looked so happy taking Eddie, and all he wanted was a chance to make her that happy. To make her that blissful and wanton and slutty just like she’d been for him.

“I forget, you humans are so breakable.”

Venom moved his hips gently, his cock pumping as softly as he could manage, and still every time his hips moved towards Shannon her body seized up in pain. There was a part of him that enjoyed seeing her suffer. That wanted to make her cry and scream for him. But now was not that time.

Eddie was as desperate to have Shannon accept Venom as he was. He gave Venom a suggestion in his mind.

Venom agreed and picked up Shannon’s body and sat her on top of his lap. His legs rested beneath his hind quarters.

Venom took her hand and placed it on her lower stomach. She can feel the outline of his enormous cock on her stomach and she knew that it thrilled him. It felt almost frightening to think about how much she had stretched for him.

She gasped, “I-I can feel it. I can feel you, I–”

“Shh shh shh.”

The sound reassured her instantly. Venom held her close and supported her entire weight with his arms. She was not as small as she was when she was younger, but in his monstrous arms she weighs nothing.

His whisper sounded like a deep rattle, “Ride me.”

Shannon knew that this was an invitation to set the pace, she started out slow and worked her way up until she loosened up. Just enough that the stretching is no longer uncomfortable.

Venom drooled watching her. Her brows drawn together with focus, her hands dug into his shoulders to support herself, her skin sheened with sweat. His slick saliva dripping down his chest and hers, his white eyes watched her every move.

Venom smiled, “Such plump delicious flesh. You would make a tasty snack.”

Shannon felt a shiver of fear go up her spine. He wouldn’t be allowed to have her fear. Instead she spat back at him, “Not until you make me cum you pussy!”

Venom snarled at the challenge and threw Shannon onto her back.

“You’re lucky I like you little one. It will only hurt, a little.”

The time for gentleness was over. He plowed into her, he either ignored or was incited by her screams. He jackhammered his cock into her until her mind almost felt numb with overstimulation. Real tears were streaming down her face, her voice croaked from the effort. Her fingers dug into his arms.

A tendril wrapped around her mouth, silencing her. He leaned his enormous head down. Venom’s voice shook with excitement. His voice boomed, so loud and so wild she feared for her life.

“We’re just getting started little human. So much more of you to DEVOUR!”

Shannon shivered as she came vaginally around his cock, she screamed as she finished. Her walls pulsed around him, encouraging her partner to finish. Venom’s hands grasped her hips painfully against his. His cock was harder than ever, filled to burst. Venom punched the mattress beneath her, shredding it as he pumped her full of cum. It was hot and messy and she swore she could feel it crawling inside of her. Both of their bodies shook violently.

Venom recoils and Eddie is left, still cumming from his own cock as he pulls out of her. “You’re so fucking crazy I love it.”

Shannon felt the soreness settle on suddenly as her orgasm passed. All of that stretching did more damage than she thought and she was suddenly overcome with discomfort that dragged her pleasure down beneath its wave.

Shannon grunted, “Yeah that was pretty fucking crazy huh?”

Eddie gave Shannon space to sit up, he watched her face contort in pain and suddenly he’s concerned. Venom hadn’t been with a woman since Anne, and even then Anne was competitive even with herself. She would have never admitted that Venom could hurt her. Her pride was too great.

They didn’t know her the way they did Anne, their and Shannon’s first time together was impulsive and full of heady chemistry, but who knows how she felt now that the tension had been broken.

Eddie swallowed thickly, “Hey you uh, you doing alright there?”

Shannon winced as she touched her cunt, “Yes and no.”

Eddie sat cautiously next to her, looking at her face for reassurance, “To be honest I’m gettin’ a little concerned here. Was that the best sex you ever had or did we just massively fuck up?”

Shannon laughs abortively, “Best sex I’ve ever had no doubt, I’m just really really sore. I haven’t been stretched out like that since…ever.”

Eddie kissed Shannon, he stroked her face trying to comfort her, “You were such a champ, I can’t tell you how impressed I am.”

Shannon asked, “What about you, Venom?”

Venom’s head whipped around the side of Eddie, he nuzzles her face like a cat and she giggles.

“What about me?”

Shannon asks, “How was it for you?”

Venom laughs, “Would you care for me to show you how I feel?”

Shannon patted his head, “Later, I need to freshen up, and take a Tylenol. Maybe a shot of tequila if I’m being honest.”

Eddie nods, “Yeah, yeah, whatever you need.”

Eddie helped Shannon up, she went to the bathroom and rinsed off in the shower. She gently lapped the water into her cunt as she tried to cool down the sensitive nerves. She dried off and decided she doesn’t want anything else touching her lower half.

She moved slowly out of the bathroom and saw Eddie and Venom pouring whiskey into glasses. They’re talking to each other but she couldn’t make out any distinct phrases.

Shannon smiled weakly when their face landed on her, “I know you’re feeling ambitious boys but I think I’m tapped out for the night.”

Eddie looked concerned once more, “Here, take a drink, let’s sit down, no more funny business.”

Shannon said, “If this is going to become a regular thing I’m going to need to get some desensitizing gel or something. My cunt is wrecked.”

Venom snarks, “Oh yeah I bet it is.”

Eddie snapped, “Would you shut up genius? You almost broke her in half. Show some respect.”

Venom's tentacles slithered out and picked up Shannon and placed her on the couch. He slid a blanket onto her and placed the whiskey in her hand.

Shannon smiled, “Mmm thank you.”

The three of them decide to watch a movie but the both of them were asleep before it ended.

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Tear Down My Reason

Orderly!Blue Jones X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info

Summary: Your friend and follow paitent has seemingly disappeared. There surely has to be some clue of her whereabouts in Blue's office.

Part 2/Series Masterlist

A/N: I don't know what to say.

Warnings: overuse of italics, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, there's some power dynamics in here, gonna say dubious concent because reader is a patient, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 4805

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The lock on Blue’s office was embarrassingly easy to pick. For an asylum that was meant to house potentially dangerous individuals, they sure did have piss poor security.

Though, you technically were the only patient that could unlock doors with your improvised kit. A bent to hell fork, three hair pins, and a sort of straightened out spring from Abigail’s bed. 

Which is why you had to be the one to sneak in. 

The others had offered to come with you, not wanting you to face the risk alone. But, the more people the more likely it was that you’d be caught. 

The original plan had been for you to do this at night, ‘when no one else was around’, but as you’d quickly pointed out, there were plenty of people around after lights out. Lots in fact. If anything the corridors were patrolled more when the sun went down. 

So here you were, breaking in at just after 2pm. Right when Blue would be at lunch and away from his office. 

You crept in, quietly shutting the door behind you and heading for his desk. 

It wasn’t as much of a cluttered mess as you’d expected, a small mercy, but it was still a state. You sighed a little and then began to rummage through the files, keeping them as close to where they had been as you could. 

There had to be some clue here, some scrap of paper that told you where Lilly was. 

She had been taken to solitary three days ago. Solitary was empty. 

You had been searching for around ten minutes, finding nothing to aid you directly, but a few minor things that you committed to memory, such as the main access override code. 

There was a sound outside, footsteps, unmistakably Blue.

What. The. Fuck. 

You glanced at the clock: 2:11pm. He should still be at lunch, you should have plenty of time. The one fucking day that he doesn’t follow his schedule to the fucking second. 

Panic froze your limbs, squeezing them in a vice like grip that made you dizzy and nauseous. If he caught you… you end up dead. Or worse. 

You look desperately around the room for somewhere to hide. 

The outside of Blue reaches the frosted glass of the office door. 

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-

There was a muffled voice, someone speaking. 

“Do I look like I care about your incompetence?” Blue’s voice cut over it. 

Oh good, not only was there another person but Blue was pissed off too. 

Swell. 

Lacking any other viable option, you dived under the desk, pushing yourself back as far as you could and pulling the chair back into its correct place as you went. 

The door clicked open the second you were out of sight, your heart in your mouth. You tried your best to stay quiet, to breathe as carefully and gently as you could even though it still sounded thunderous in your ears. 

“Sir,” you recognised the voice, Kevin, a slimy man that personally you would quite like to see castrated, “there has to be something that-”

“Sit the fuck down.” Blue marched over to the desk, pulled out the chair and sat. 

Narrowly you managed to avoid a knee to the face, and pushed yourself even further back. 

“I am so sorry that-”

“Do I have to repeat myself?” 

You couldn’t help a small smile. There was an undeniable glee in the fact that Kevin was the one in trouble. 

As you listened to Blue verbally punch him in the gut, you discovered the reason why Blue was back so early from lunch.

There had been a fight in the cafeteria. You didn’t know the patients involved personally, barely on a first name basis. Apparently Kevin had handled the situation badly. Very badly. Another orderly was in the infirmary. 

You could hear the shake in Kevin’s voice, even as he grew quieter and quieter in the face of Blue’s rage. 

There was one horrible moment when Blue shifted in his seat, stretching his leg out, his foot caught your thigh for a second. Time stretched. But Blue didn’t even falter in his admonishments. And you thanked whatever god’s that were looking out for you.

Finally, when it seemed like the head orderly had had enough of voicing his displeasure he stood and walked with Kevin as the latter left his office. “One more mistake like this and it’ll be your last, understand?” The underlying threat in his voice was like ice down your back, despite the fact it wasn’t directed at you. 

“Yes, yes sir, thank you, I won’t, yes sir.” Kevin tripped over every word in his haste to get out of Blue’s sight. 

There was a thud and click as the door shut. Blue let out a sigh of frustration. 

The sound of the clock on the wall ticked in its even pace. 

Surely he’d go and complete his lunch break, or maybe head outside for a smoke. 

Just a little longer, the finish line was in sight, you could-

“You can come out now honey.”

For a second you didn’t feel anything, no panic, no fear. Just blissful nothing. 

And then everything came crashing down. 

Blue’s shoes clicked as he walked over to the desk. 

You were going to be sick. You were going to pass out. Your heart was beating so fast that the vein in your neck was going to burst and you’d die from internal bleeding.

Blue pulled the chair back and poked his head under the desk to smile at you. The expression would be sweet on anyone else. 

He offered his hand. 

You looked at it and then to his face.

A rabbit caught in a snare about to be skinned alive by the hunter. 

“Are you going to be civil, or do I need to drag you out?” He asked calmly. 

You took his hand. 

His smile widened. 

Surprisingly he helped you up, one hand holding yours and the other on your upper arm, making sure you didn’t bang your head on the desk edge. 

He lets go of your hand, but not your arm and holds you close.

“To what do I owe the pleasure honey?”

Oh you didn’t like that, didn’t like that at all. The way he said it, the way his lips moved around the word, the small flash of his tongue between his teeth as he elongated it, dragged it out to be far longer than it needed to be. 

You swallowed, your throat dry. “How did…” you whispered.

“How did I know you were there?” Blue finished for you, as calmly as if he was asking you what you wanted for breakfast.

You nodded once, eyes wide. Afraid that the second you blinked he would lunge for you. 

He smiled sweetly. “My office door was unlocked.” 

Your stomach drops. “You knew the whole time?” 

His smile widens and he nods twice. “Did you enjoy Kevin getting his verbal beating?” 

“I…”

“I know he’s not a favourite amongst your lot.” He watched you carefully as he spoke, seemingly reading your mind from every micro action you made. “Though I don’t think he’s personally upset you, has he?” 

You stared at him, trying and failing to hide the shake in your limbs.

Blue reaches out with his free hand and slowly takes hold of your jaw. His touch is soft, light, but there’s a ridgedness to his grip, a threat of pain. “Has he?” Blue whispered.

“No.” You shake your head as much as he lets you. 

He smiles again, the expression gleaming against the sharp edge of cruelty in his eyes. “Good.” 

Slowly he lets go of your jaw to trace your right eyebrow with his warm fingers. The touch is firm, unforgiving, as he slides down your cheek. 

“Do you know why?”

You frown, shaking your head. 

“Do you know why he doesn’t bother you as much?” He pauses, waiting.

“I try to stay out of his way.” You whisper.

“No,” he lengthens the word a little, adding a slight musical bounce. “Try again.” 

“I…” you search his eyes for any sign, any hint of what the correct answer might be. Any way that you could side step his wrath. 

His fingers start to slide down to your neck. 

“I don’t.” You mutter, there are tears building in your eyes. You try to push them back. 

Blue grins. “Silly thing.” He takes his fingers away from your skin for a moment to tap the tip of your nose with his forefinger. 

You blink heavily, his firm grip on your arm stopping you from taking a step back in surprise. 

He moves forwards, forcing you around until the back of your thighs hit the edge of his desk and leans closer. “Can’t think of one, tiny reason?” He breathes, so close to you that your lips are almost touching. His left hand rests against the table behind you, caging you in.

“Blue-”

“What were you doing in here?” His eyes are still playful but his tone shifts, completely dropping the smooth seductive tones for something much colder. 

You swallow, and take a millisecond too long to answer. 

You see the change the instant it happens, playful Blue turning into a supernova. He was going to kill you, eat you alive and pick his teeth with the bones. 

Dread swelled up like an infection, blinding you to rational thought and you did the only thing that came to mind, the only action that could provide some semblance of a distraction to his anger.

You kissed him. 

It was panicked and off, your nose bumping into his, but he freezes when your lips touch. A short intake of breath escaping his lungs.

You pull back, your mind finally catching up with your actions.

"Oh honey," he purrs, "do you think kissing me will get you out of trouble?" 

You shake your head, eyes closed as tightly as you can.

Blue chuckles lightly and tilts your chin up with the tip of his finger, you move quickly as if his touch were burning.

"Open your eyes." A more foolish person would say he sounded kind.

He wipes a tear from your cheek as you do what he says. 

"I'll tell you why," he speaks softly, gently trying to lull you into security, "he doesn't bother you. Hmm?" He raises his eyebrows. "Do you want to know?" 

You nod just because you know it's the answer he wants. 

Blue leans closer, so that his lips just touch the shell of your ear. "He doesn't bother you," he traces his fingers along your jaw again, turning your face closer to his. "Because only I get to bother you. Only I get to touch you," he places a soft kiss on your cheek, "and kiss you. Only me. Understand?"

You frown slightly, it didn’t make sense. Your interactions with Blue had always been to the minimum, you did your best to stay out of his way.

You’d heard stories though, accounts of what he could be like when he was near his worst. Those were enough to make you tiptoe around him. 

Then the longer you thought about it… the orderlies didn’t bother you like they bothered everyone else, even when you should have been directly in their war path. You had assumed it was because you were quiet, trying to be careful around them, tried not to be the centre of their attention. 

You had nearly been caught outside of your room after lights out once or twice. On one specific occasion you had been sure that you were going to be spotted, that you’d been seen, but it was as if the orderly on patrol had just missed you, had turned down another corridor at the last second. 

What if they had seen you? What if they had been told you were off limits to even shout at? That wasn’t, that couldn’t be…

Blue kisses your cheek again, pressing his chest to yours. The action is soft, pleasant almost. 

“So what are you doing in here honey?” He whispers against your skin. “And how did you get in?” He leans back slightly and bites his plump bottom lip. 

He searches your face for a moment before he continues. “Either you, or someone else stole a key, or you picked the lock, or… ah,” he smiles, perfectly reading your expression even though you were sure you stayed neutral. “We have a lock picker in our midst.” 

You swallow, the nervous gulp clicked loudly in your throat.

“I’m going to ask you one last time, why are you here?” 

“Lilly.” You whisper. 

“Ah.” Blue smiles and nods as if all the pieces were just falling together in his mind. “Of course, she’s a friend of yours isn’t she?” 

You nod. “Where is she?” 

Blue continues to smile and says nothing. 

“They said she was in solitary.”

“Who did?” He asks playfully.

“But solitary is empty.”

“How do you know?” He tilts his head to the side, grinning like this was his favourite game. 

“Blue…” You search his face for a second, oh every move you could make seemed like a very, very bad idea. “Please.” 

‘Please.’ He mouths the word back at you, delighted. “You want a favour?” 

You look down and he tuts. Quickly you look back at him. “Yes.”

“Oh, I don’t do favours honey, not with people I hardly know.” He lightly skimmed his hand along your hip. “But I can do a deal.”

“A deal?” 

“Hmm.” He stares at you, waiting for your next move, willing you to ask.

“What do you want?” 

Blue grins wickedly. The cat that got the cream. “An orgasm.” 

Of course. 

You clench your jaw, and nod, once. 

Of course that’s what he wanted. 

You don’t let yourself think about it, just move as if you're on autopilot. You step forward, beginning to drop to your knees but Blue’s grip on your bicep tightens, halting your action. 

You stare up at him confused. 

“Oh honey, I love the enthusiasm but the orgasm I want is yours.”

He doesn’t give you a second to process his words as he grabs hold of your thighs and lifts you onto the desk unceremoniously. 

The suddenness of the action jolts you and you nearly fall completely back onto the papers and files. You grab hold of the edge to stop yourself. 

Blue chuckles at the sharp escape of air from your lungs and kisses you hungrily, sliding his tongue into your mouth and moaning happily. 

He keeps a firm hold of your thighs, spreading them wide and positioning himself perfectly between him. Not leaving an inch of space between your bodies as he grinds up against you. 

You gasp into his mouth, his kisses are an onslaught, demanding. Storm waves crashing onto you and the only way you can stop yourself from drowning is to kiss back, to match his energy with your own. 

You bite his lip and he growls when you push up against him, when you grab his shoulders and dig your nails in for stability. 

He breaks the kiss only to latch onto your neck, licking and sucking and worrying the skin between his teeth.

You bite your lips together, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing you moan, of letting him know you enjoyed anything he did. 

But the action was in vain, the way your breathing changed, how to pressed yourself further into his touch, leaning your head to the side so that he could gain better access, told him everything he needed to know. 

He licked a stripe up your neck, nipping lightly at your earlobe before planting a quick, wet kiss against your lips. 

Then he dropped to his knees. The action was so quick it took your mind a second to catch up with it. 

You opened your mouth to speak, but Blue hooked his fingers under your waistband and pulled down your trousers and panties in one quick stroke. The force nearly knocks you over and you jump to your feet to avoid falling.

You swore under your breath, just managing to stay upright. 

Blue tutted and pushed your hip, forcing you to sit back on his desk. Then yanked your clothes off your feet and threw them to the side of the room, quickly repeating the action with your asylum issued slippers. He left your socks on.

Instinctively you moved to close your legs, but Blue situated himself quickly between them so that your knees just brushed the outside of his shoulders. 

He tutted again and placed one warm hand on your left inner thigh and pressed. You jolted at the light touch and he smiled as he spread your further open. 

Your muscles clenched as you squirmed under his gaze, fighting the urge to cover yourself. 

Blue gazed at your cunt, seemingly committing every part of it to memory. 

The cool air of his office left goosebumps along your skin and you shivered.

“Such a pretty pussy.” He whispered before slowly dragging the tip of his forefinger through your folds. 

Your toes curled, your hips instinctively bucked towards the touch as Blue continued to stare, mesmerised. His lips slightly parted. 

He let out a soft low moan as he teased your opening, unhurriedly sinking his finger further inside to his middle knuckle before easing it out. 

Blue licks his bottom lip at the feel and sight of your wetness coating his skin. He repeats the action again, and again, and again. Always light, alway teasing, not enough pressure or pushing far enough in to do anything but rile you up. Never enough to give anything resembling relief. 

The sound of your wetness echoed around the room with every slow push and pull. Embarrassment burned along your skin, you shouldn’t be enjoying this, shouldn’t be craving him to go further. 

You whimpered, trying to keep the sound internal to save some semblance of your self worth. 

Blue didn’t look up, but he did slip his middle finger inside you to join the other in the slow tortuous glide and twist. 

You couldn’t help but sigh in relief, it still wasn’t enough but at least it was something-

At the sound of your sigh he pushed in further, finally sheathing his fingers completely in your wet heat and curling them upwards to stroke your trembling walls.. 

“Blue!” You gasp, your voice so high pitched and whiney, so desperate for him. 

“That’s it honey,” he muttered, diving forward and kissing your clit. “That’s it.” 

You moaned, the sound catching in your throat and he groaned in response, his eyes rolling back as he circled your clit with the tip of his tongue. 

He hummed against you, the vibrations sending shivers along your skin. “Taste so good honey.” He muttered before quickly returning to his previous actions. 

You couldn’t stop the little noises of pleasure cascading out of your mouth now, growing louder with every swipe of his tongue and caress of his fingers. 

His name fell out of your lips repeatedly, muffled and whispered but crystal clear to Blue’s ears.

The wet sound of his fingers continuously rang out as your slick began to drip down to his wrist and pool on the desk underneath you. 

“That’s it, that’s it,” he muttered as you grabbed hold of the back of his head with your left hand, your hips rising forward to meet his tongue and fingers, to push them deeper, harder. 

“Blue, I, oh god,” pleasure was curling so tightly in your belly, starting to send little spikes along your muscles. “Please!” 

Your sharp cry cut off whatever you were going to say next as bliss flooded your veins, overriding any other thought. 

Blue’s left hand squeezed your thigh as he continued to lick and suck and curl his fingers throughout your orgasm, trying to prolong it as much as he could. 

You came down slowly, breathing hard. 

At first you thought you’d have to tell him to stop, if he would even listen you to that is, but seemingly instinctively he slowed his movements and carefully pulled his fingers from you as he gave one last kiss to your centre. 

“Thank you.” He muttered, his voice almost inaudible. He stayed on his knees, looking down. Your cum shining on the bottom half of his face. 

He seemed so… soft like this. Behaved and, there was flutter in your core. You wanted him to… you wanted to…

You wanted him.

You leant down, your legs still shaky and tilted his head up. He stared at you with wide, confused eyes for a moment before you kissed him ravenously. This time forcing your tongue into his mouth before he had a chance to react. 

He moaned loudly, his lips moving against yours as you licked into his mouth, tasting your release and scrapping your nails along the back of his head. 

Blue sat up straighter, raising up on his knees and grabbing hold of you everywhere, anywhere he could touch to hold you closer. He whined into your kiss, heat rising to his skin as you lavished attention on him. 

“You don’t have to do this honey,” he gasped between kisses, “you did your part of the deal, I’ll-”

“Get on the chair.” You growled, biting his lower lip. 

He whimpered, soft and low in his throat as you pulled back and quickly did as you commanded. Sitting on his chair hastily and lacking grace. 

You took the smallest moment to enjoy the view. His kiss swollen lips and flushed skin, how needy he looked, the light pinch in his forehead, his chest rising and falling with his rapid breathing, how desperate he was. 

With a little hop down from the desk you approached him, pulling off your top and bra and dropping them to the floor. 

His eyes raked over your body, now completely bare for him. For a moment he was seemingly hypnotised by the swell of your breasts, the curve of your hip and reached out for you, running his hands comfortingly over your skin. 

You kissed him again needily, demanding his submission as you pushed him further into the chair. He fell back happily. 

“Up.” You took hold of the elastic waistband of his scrubs and taped his waist. 

He lifted his hips quickly, gazing at you in awe as you pulled them down to his knees. 

His cock sprang free, bobbing against his stomach. Blue seemingly wasn’t a man for underwear. 

He was long and thick, weeping from need. The urge to lean down and run your tongue along the length of him, to trace the large vein that ran up his shaft and taste the precome pooling at his tip was almost overwhelming. 

Blue stayed still, his heart echoing in his cock, making it jump with every beat. He watched you, his hands balled tense against the arm rests as he let you admire him. 

You breathed in deeply and he swallowed, an audible click. 

“Such a pretty cock,” you whispered and Blue moaned needily. 

You quickly put your left knee on the chair, just outside of his thigh, and kept your right foot on the ground as you took his length in your hand and slowly guided it inside of yourself. 

Blue let out a long cry of pleasure as you languidly sank down on him. His thighs shook with microtremors as he tensed them, forcing himself to stay still and not buck up into your sweet heat. 

You took your time, half teasing him and half out of necessity. Despite your previous orgasm and your abundant wetness, it had been a while since you’d been this intimate with anyone. 

The stretch was significant, but delicious. 

Finally, your hips met his as he filled you completely, a sigh escaping both of your lips. Instively Blue put his hands on your waist, his touch was light, careful. Just hovering over your skin. 

Experimentally you rocked against him, clenching down when the tip of him brushed wonderfully deep.

He threw his head forwards and moaned deeply, his hands tightening. 

“That’s it,” you teased and Blue bit back a sob of pleasure as you repeated the movement. 

You took hold of the back of the chair with one hand for better leverage, the leather groaning under the force of your grip and rocked back and forth again. This time just raising your hips ever so slightly before dropping them back down the length of him. 

Blue moaned, “honey,” rolling his head back to rest against the chair and trying to open his eyes, not wanting to miss a single second. 

Your walls clenched against him at the pet name, a fresh wave of wetness leaking down his cock and dripping between his balls. 

“Honey, please,” he pleaded. 

Never in your life did you ever think you’d hear Blue Jones beg. 

“Please, please, feels so good,” he bit his lip. 

“Yeah?” You quickened your pase, lifting yourself off him slightly higher than before. 

“Yes, yes, you’re so wet honey, and, oh fuck!” He sobbed

“And what Blue?” 

“Everytime I say honey you, god, you grip me so tight… like a fucking vice honey, ah!” His hips bucked upwards, moving of their own volition.

“Better keep calling me honey then.” You bit back a moan and started to move faster, bouncing on his cock and sobbing as he kept hitting so wonderfully deep. Pleasure began to build along your nerves, no longer allowing you to go slow and teasingly.

You began to chase the sensation desperately, needing to cum again. 

“Honey, yes, yes, oh god yes, that’s it, please!” He was so close, building to that perfect crescendo. He took his right hand from your hip and began to rub your clit with his thumb, needing to see you cum once more. 

“Blue!” You whine, your thrusts getting sloppy. 

“Yes, yes, honey,” he rubbed your clit faster, grabbing your hip tighter with his left and and planting his feet firmly on the floor so he could fuck you properally. “Just a little more, just a little bit more.” 

You cried out as you came so hard you nearly blacked out. 

Blue groaned, grunting as your walls squeezed him as he bucked into you. He held you tightly, working you through your orgasm and burying his face into your chest, littering you with kisses as he rutted into you like an animal in heat. 

He came with a loud moan, your nipple in his mouth, as he pumped you full of his hot, thick cum. 

Your breathing started to slow, sweat cooling on your skin. 

You expected Blue to push you off him now that he’d finished, or maybe take hold of your throat. 

Instead he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as he snuggled into your chest. 

“You’re so perfect honey, yo-ohshit!” He moaned as your walls fluttered again at the pet name, sending a last shiver of pleasure along his nerves. You body seemingly instant on getting him to spill every last drop inside you. 

You move back, thinking you’d hurt him. But he continues to hug you close. 

“It’s okay, you just,” he chuckles softly against your chest. “Still squeezing me when I call you… that.”

You bite your lip, running your left hand through his hair. “What?” You tease, a small smile on your face.

He looks up at you, all doe eyes. “Honey.”

You clench around him, having seemingly no say in the matter. Blue bites his lip, ready for it this time and revels in the sensation. 

“Can I kiss you?” He whispers. 

The question would have been almost funny, considering what you’d just done together, but the soft, needy look he gives you makes it anything but. 

Your heart melts and you nod as you lean down and kiss him. 

His lips are gentle this time, sanguine and slow as he cups your cheek with his right hand. 

He’s the one that collects your clothes and helps you dress, placing kisses on every inch of your skin before he covers it up again. 

You don’t say another word to each other, but he kisses you knuckles, your palms and then lips before you go. 

You tell the others about what happened up to a point. The fictional you stayed hidden under Blue’s desk until he left, stayed undiscovered. You say you didn’t find anything helpful in his office. 

The next morning Lilly is in the cafeteria. She had been held in the upper levels, apparently there was another solitary there. Darker and colder. As she regails you all with her story you catch Blue’s eyes across the room. 

Neither of you do anything save stare, but it’s like a silent conversation flows through you both. 

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[aprillikesthings]

I realized I was filling the tags on someone's fan art of the kids of Glimmer/Bow and Catra/Adora and I should probably make my own headcanon post instead of cluttering artists' tags (...again)

SO

I think that in that group of friends, of the ones who have kids, Adora and Catra are actually the last ones to do it.

Like, they both just recognize they have a lot of healing to do first, obviously

BUT ALSO the idea is just Too Scary for a long time--until they hang out with their friends' kids. Not even babysitting necessarily, just being around them socially. And then they're like...okay. I think we might be able to do this? I think we can do this.

I think Adora decides she wants a kid before Catra does, and it takes her ages to actually say anything, but in the meantime Catra can see the way Adora looks at their friends' kids. Hell, there's multiple times Catra is playing with a kid or holding a baby and she looks up and Adora is just obviously having A Lot of Feelings.

Catra: hey remember how you're allowed to want things and even talk about the things you want

Adora: *sweats* I have no idea what you're talking about

Catra: *raises one eyebrow*

Adora: YOU WERE SO CUTE OKAY

That said, no matter which of them gets pregnant, there's multiple times they wake up in the middle of the night during the pregnancy having A Bit of A Panic because what if we fuck this up

(And their friends are like, you are surrounded by an entire community of love and support you will be fine)

And here's the thing: I have seen friends who are child abuse survivors (hell, my own brother) with their kids. I have heard them talk about how surreal and hard of an experience it is to look at their own kid and think: someone saw me this small and hurt me, and I cannot imagine doing the same. How could anyone look at me when I was this small and hurt me.

And I can easily imagine Catra holding a baby and thinking: "I will never let anyone hurt you. (I will murder anyone who tries.)"

ON A LIGHTER NOTE I do think Glimmer and Bow have multiple children (like, anything less than thirteen would feel like a small family to Bow lolol but I'm thinking three or four) and I like the idea that their youngest is born the same year as Catra and Adora's kid and they grow up together

But also that kid is going to have so many older "cousins," who needs siblings at that point

[rylem33]

The Solaris Prism: Yellow

Characteristics of a “yellow” personality: cheerful, joyous, confident, vain. - - - - - -

Stacey Hart wasn’t a thief, not really. Not in the criminal sense. She didn’t creep through alleyways or lift wallets from unsuspecting tourists. No, this wasn’t her thing. Not usually.

But desperate times…

She glanced down at the ornate wooden box sitting on her cluttered coffee table, biting her lip. Her knee bounced nervously as she turned the situation over in her head for the hundredth time. It hadn’t even been that hard to take. She’d been making another delivery to the museum when she saw it sitting there. Just… sitting there on the table.

The way the box had caught her eye, its glossy, intricate carvings shimmering in the sunlight spilling through the museum’s loading dock. She didn’t know what was inside, but, Come on, she thought, anything this fancy has to be worth something.

Her fingers twitched. The memory of taking it still made her stomach churn. She wasn’t like this.

It’s not like I’m some master thief. It was right there. Unattended. Who’s gonna miss it?

She had bills to pay and a landlord breathing down her neck. The hospital wasn’t going to wait forever. And what were her options? Another double shift at the diner wasn’t going to cut it.

“Maybe… maybe it’s nothing,” she muttered, reaching for the box. Her hand hovered for a moment before she finally gave in. The latch clicked softly.

Inside was a single object: a small, smooth prism nestled on a bed of black velvet.

“That’s it?” she said aloud, the weight of her voice doing little to mask her disappointment. She picked it up gingerly, turning it in her hands. The light caught its surface, sending faint rainbows across the table.

It looked so… normal. No glowing, no jewels encrusted along the edges. Just a plain piece of glass.

Her eyes flicked to the underside of the box lid. Carved there in meticulous script were the words:

The Solaris Prism.

Solaris? Her fingers brushed the engraving as her brows furrowed. Some kind of museum piece, then. But why? Why was this so important?

She sighed and grabbed her laptop, the prism still in her hand as she began searching online.

“Let’s see… Solaris Prism…” she mumbled, her fingers tapping away. Links popped up, most of them unhelpful. A few cryptic forums, a badly formatted webpage that looked like it hadn’t been updated since the ‘90s, and, oh, a grainy image of something that looked vaguely like her find.

Ancient artifact. Powerful civilizations. Source of unimaginable energy. She snorted.

“Yeah, right. And it just ends up sitting on a table?” She slouched back in her chair, staring at the prism again. No price tags, no appraisal estimates. Just mystery and a lot of speculation from people who sounded like they lived in their mom’s basements.

Her gaze lingered on the prism as she turned it over in her hands. It felt oddly warm. Not hot, just… warm, in a way that glass shouldn’t.

What if it’s worth millions?

Her pulse quickened at the thought, but she shoved it down. No sense getting carried away. If it was valuable, there’d be someone out there willing to pay. Someone who’d understand its worth better than she could.

She rubbed her temples, glancing at her phone. Her mom had called twice that morning already, but Stacey hadn’t been ready to deal with the guilt of all the things she’d yet to do.

With a sigh, she grabbed her phone and hit the call button. The ringing barely started before her mom’s familiar voice answered.

“Stacey, honey, finally! I was starting to worry. Did you get my messages?”

“Yeah, Mom,” Stacey said, brushing her hair behind her ear. She tried to keep her voice steady, even though she could hear the weariness in her mom’s. “Sorry, I’ve just been… busy.”

“Did you talk to the landlord about an extension?”

Stacey winced. “Not yet.”

“Stacey,” her mom said, a note of frustration creeping in. “You’ve got to stay on top of this. And what about the pharmacy? Did they call you back about my prescriptions?”

Dang, forgot about that. “Not yet,” Stacey repeated. One more thing I need to put on the list. Her hand drifted toward the prism on the coffee table, her fingers brushing over its smooth, cool surface. “But… actually, I’ve been working on something that might help. With the bills and… you know, everything.”

“Help?” her mom asked cautiously. “What do you mean?”

Stacey picked up the prism, turning it over in her hands. The facets on its surface caught the light spilling in from the window. “I found… something,” Stacey began, hesitating as she tried to put it into words. “It’s, like, this artifact or something. It might be worth a lot.”

Her mom sighed on the other end of the line. “Stacey, please don’t get wrapped up in some scam or junk… We can’t afford to waste time on distractions.”

“It’s not junk,” Stacey said, frowning. She turned the prism, holding it up to the sunlight streaming through the window. For a moment, nothing happened, but then—flash.

A sudden, blinding burst of golden light shot through the prism, catching her square in the eyes. Stacey yelped, nearly dropping it as she blinked rapidly, trying to clear the bright yellow afterimage burned into her vision.

“Stacey? What happened?” her mom’s voice asked, her concern immediate.

“Uh…” Stacey rubbed her eyes, blinking again as the world swam back into focus. “Nothing, Mom. I just…uh…got a little distracted.”

“Distracted? Stacey, this isn’t the time for that…”

“I know!” Stacey interrupted, her tone sharper than she intended. She winced, then softened her voice. “I know, Mom. I’m trying, okay?”

As she spoke, something strange began to bubble up from within, and her lips tugged into a small smile. The usual pressure that weighed on her shoulders seemed to ease just a little.

Her mom sighed again. “Honey, I just don’t want you getting your hopes up. We’ve been through so much, and I hate seeing you stress about my medical stuff…”

“It’s fine,” Stacey said, the words slipping out before she realized it. Her hand fell to her lap, dropping the prism onto the floor. “I mean, it’s not fine-fine, but, like… it’ll work out, you know?”

“Stacey, are you okay?”

“Totally,” Stacey said, a giggle bubbling in her chest. The sound surprised even her. She leaned back against the couch, her head tipping toward the window where the sunlight warmed her face. It felt…warm, wonderful, invigorating. “Actually, I feel pretty great right now.”

“Great?” her mom asked, skeptical.

“Yeah,” Stacey said, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger. She froze. Her hair… it looked lighter. She tilted her head, pulling the strand into the sunlight. Golden. Definitely golden, almost glowing.

Her mom’s voice pulled her back. “Stacey, I don’t know what’s going on with you, but…”

Her mom’s voice droned on in the background, but Stacey barely heard her. Her focus was drifting.

“Stacey, are you listening?” her mom’s voice broke through, insistent. “We need to figure out what’s happening with the landlord. And…did you say something about an artifact? What kind of…”

“Uh-huh, yeah, totally,” Stacey murmured, her gaze dropping to her hands resting on the keyboard. Something was off. Her nails… weren’t they shorter before? She tilted her fingers, watching as the edges lengthened right before her eyes, smoothing into perfect ovals. A soft, yellow polished shine appeared catching the light in the room.

Her mom kept going, oblivious. “Honey, I need you to focus. Did you call the pharmacy or not? Because if you didn’t, I can…”

“Mom, wait,” Stacey interrupted, holding her hand up as if her mom could see it. “Have you ever noticed how good my hands look? Like, seriously, my nails are… wow.” She turned them this way and that, marveling at their flawless shape, the soft light reflecting off them making them sparkle faintly.

“What?” her mom stammered, clearly thrown. “Your hands? Stacey, what does that have to do with…”

“Nothing, nothing, sorry,” Stacey said, though her tone was far from apologetic. She felt lighter than she had in years. Her eyes darted to the mirror on the wall, and she stood up, phone pressed loosely to her ear as she approached it. Her reflection stopped her mid-step.

Her face was changing. Her cheekbones had lifted, her jawline softened into a delicate curve. Her lips looked fuller, their natural pink hue replaced with a faint, glossy sheen. Her wide brown eyes now shimmered with flecks of gold, catching the light. Stacey leaned closer, a smile creeping onto her face. She looked… radiant.

“Mom,” she said suddenly, her voice bright and lilting. “Do you think I’d look good in, like, a strapless top? Or maybe one of those off-the-shoulder things?”

“What?” her mom sputtered. “What are you talking about? Stacey, this isn’t like you. What’s going on?”

“I mean, not that I don’t already look good,” Stacey continued, her giggle bubbling up again. She tilted her head and her hair fell like golden thread around her face. “I just think I could… I don’t know, elevate things a little.”

Her mom’s voice wavered between panic and disbelief. “Stacey, are you sure you’re feeling okay? You sound…different.”

“Different good, right?” Stacey asked, running her hands down her sides. Her sweater felt tighter across her chest, and when she shifted her weight, the fabric strained uncomfortably. She blinked, watching as the plain cotton began to shimmer. Threads of yellow light wove through the material, dissolving it into something softer, glossier, and definitely more glamorous. The sweater shrank upward, reshaping itself into a strapless top that clung to her curves like a second skin.

“Ooooh,” Stacey cooed, twisting to admire the way the top emphasized her figure. Her waist pinched inward, her hips flaring outward as if they’d been sculpted. Her jeans shimmered next, the denim fading away into a high-cut yellow skirt that hugged her hips and thighs. 

“Stacey!” her mom practically yelled now. “Why are you talking about clothes? Why are you acting like this? Please…what’s happening to you?”

“Relax, Mom,” Stacey said, rolling her shoulders. The way her body moved was new…slinky..sexy. “You worry way too much…it’s bad for your skin! Stress makes you wrinkle, you know.”

“What…what are you even talking about?” her mom stammered, her voice breaking.

“Just a little life advice,” Stacey said, grinning as she turned back to the mirror. Her legs shimmered now, lengthening into smooth, golden tanned perfection. Her sneakers dissolved, the fabric shifting upward as they transformed into towering yellow stilettos. The heels clicked softly against the floor as she stepped closer to the mirror, her grin widening. “Oh my God,” she breathed, placing a hand on her hip. “Do you see this, Mom? Wait…of course you don’t. But wow.”

“Stacey, please,” her mom pleaded, panic lacing her words. “Something’s happening to you…you need help! You’re not acting like yourself!”

“Not acting like myself?” Stacey repeated, laughing as she tilted her head to admire the way her hair caught the light. “You’re right! I’m better. Like… so much better.” She blew herself a kiss in the mirror.

“Stacey, please…”

“Oh, Mom, you’re stressing again,” Stacey said, her tone a mixture of joy and indulgence. “You should really try lightening up. Like, just let yourself be happy.  Feel the joy that is life, you know?” She twirled in front of the mirror, her skirt flaring as her heels clicked against the floor. “Life’s too short to worry about all this boring stuff.”

Her mom’s voice broke on the other end. “Stacey, I…”

“Okay, I’m gonna go now. Love you! Bye!” Stacey chirped, cutting the call with a flick of her manicured finger. She tossed the phone onto the couch and turned back to her reflection, unable to stop smiling.

“Perfect,” she whispered to herself. With a final glance at the mirror, she blew her reflection another kiss. Problems were for other people.