#I was kicking my legs and giggling while drawing all of this btw

[lemonadehtwooh]

"A Forgettable Dream"

:3c RIP Peanut Brittle Cookie, he can't just seem to remember anything

[emeriethevalkyriegirl]

Artwork

A/N: I just couldn’t NOT write another fanfic about Mk and WuKong. These two are my life and I never want them to be separated. Btw, this is like a 2 parter to ‘Hide and Seek’. This ones a little short and I didn’t go all out but I hope it works.

Summary: Morning has arrived for the two monkeys but Mk still hasn’t turned back yet. I wonder what’s keeping him. While they wait, Sun WuKong finds that not only is Mk a shy person, but also an artist.

“Mk! Breakfast!” Sun WuKong called out for the 4 year old as Mk rushed outside. Mk was suppose to turn back into his normal self by now, but he hasn’t. Maybe he was a late bloomer. Either way, WuKong was beginning to miss him. Not that he didn’t like his little kid version better. He just wish he knew if the old one was coming back.

“Monkey! Monkey!” Mk cheered as he hugged onto his mentor’s leg like a baby monkey. WuKong chuckled at the sight. “Ready for breakfast?” he asked as MK nodded rapidly. “Yea yea.” Sun WuKong, still having Mk hold onto his leg, grabbed one of the peaches from the tree for him to eat. Mk reached out to grab one but WuKong picked him up out of reach. “Nu uh, little guy. You’ll be having something different.”

“But I wanna eat what you eat.” Mk whine in the cutest voice ever. God, it took everything in WuKong’s body not to blush. “You wanna eat peaches?” Sun WuKong asked as Mk replied, “Yep.”

“But I thought you loved bananas.”

“No. I like peaches now.” WuKong giggled at Mk’s determined face. He would do anything to be like his mentor. Even eat the same fruit. Well, if Mk wants to eat bananas then Monkey King will have to do the same. So, ditching the peach, WuKong carried Mk over to the bananas so that he could eat a proper breakfast without gaining immortality. “Where are you going?”

“To eat some bananas. Want some?” Sun WuKong smirked already knowing the answer. Mk seemed to forget all about the peaches when he saw that his mentor was eating a banana.

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After breakfast, Sun WuKong used his time to meditate on his cloud that he made for himself. Sometimes when he would wake up from a trance, he would find Mk looking directly at him. Almost like how he use to watch him before he met him. At first, he found it creepy yet admired by his admiration, and soon, he’d gotten so use to it that he looked forward to meeting him every time he opened his eyes.

So you can imagine his surprised when he realized that Mk wasn’t staring at him like he use to. As a matter of fact, he wasn’t even outside. “Lil’ Monkey? Where are ya?” Monkey King called out. He didn’t get an answer. Hopping off of his cloud, Sun WuKong rushed inside his hut and opened his door only to find Mk laying on his tummy drawing while sticking his tongue out. Mk kicked his legs happily as he drew another picture, not noticing that Sun WuKong was by the door.

Breathing a sigh of relief, the Monkey King closed the door behind him and grabbed the child’s attention by poking his neck. “Hey kid, whatcha drawing?” Mk, startled that his mentor was here, squealed and quickly covered up his drawings. Mk shook his head. “Nothing.” he said as a small blush appeared on his face.

Sun WuKong frowned a bit, confused by the kid’s reaction. Usually, Mk was so outgoing and bright. He rarely hid anything from him, even when he was upset. But, now he wasn’t letting him in on his obviously adorable art work. “Come on, bud. Lemme see.”

“Nu uh.” Mk replied. Now it was Sun WuKong’s turn to pout. “Aw, but I wanna see.” Mk looked at his mentor before shutting his eyes and turning away. “Well, if you won’t let me see, then I’ll just have to make you.” WuKong proclaimed right before he hoisted up his pupil into the air. Mk squeal in surprised and started to giggle when his mentor started to talk funny. “Stop it.” Mk pleaded, but secretly, he was having fun. “No way, Jose. We haven’t even begun. Now then, what’s gonna make you tell me what you were drawing just now?”

“Hehehehe nothing.”

“Oh, off to a bad start there, kid.” Sun WuKong said before he raised Mk’s shirt a little bit and blew a raspberry on his tummy. This surprised Mk so much, that he didn’t even bother to hide his massive laughter. After he stopped to give Mk a breather, Monkey King rubbed his nose through Mk’s neck. “Come on. Tell me.” he teased while making it sound like he was crying while his face was buried in Mk’s neck. Mk giggled and tried to shake his head, but he settled for a verbal response. “I won’t!” Mk managed to say as he heard his mentor gasp dramatically. “You won’t? That’s so mean.”

“You’re mean!” Mk replied, even though his giggles and smile proved that he didn’t mean it. Sun WuKong laughed a bit. “I’ll show you mean.” he said right before he flopped on the couch on top of Mk. Mk didn’t have time to make out what was about to happen before he felt the largest ticklish feeling in his life. His mentor was blowing raspberries on his tummy again, but instead of just raspberries, he was also tickling his sides. So, no matter where he would go, Mk would always find a ticklish feeling that he can never escape.

Once Sun WuKong realized that Mk was in tears, he stopped his tickle attack altogether to let the kid breathe. Mk rolled over to one side and hugged his tummy so tight he thought he would squeeze himself to death. “How ya doin’, bud?” Sun WuKong asked genuinely as Mk stuck his tongue out at him making him laugh. “Yeah, that’s fair.” he said, grabbing Mk by his tail and lifting him up upside down.

Mk couldn’t help but giggle at the feeling. “So, wanna play a game?” Monkey King chimed as Mk nodded with excitement. “Yeah yeah.”

“Okay, come on. Let’s go eat lunch so we can play.” Sun WuKong suggested as he put Mk down and watch him rush to the kitchen. Sun WuKong looked at the drawing that Mk was hiding. It was of a tall monkey with teal and red armor followed by a red pack over his eyes. It didn’t take long for WuKong to realize that it was a drawing of him. Shaking his head with a smile, Sun WuKong followed the giggling boy to the kitchen, eager to both feed him and show him how much he appreciated him.

[mushroomjar]

hey whats the deal w diana and calliope

[ID: Scribbly drawing of a person looking up at the viewer with big puppy eyes, smiling. End ID]

KICKING MY LEGS AND GIGGLING OMGGGG OKAY OKAY

You're right, what IS the deal with them? KSKSKSS Okay I'll tell you a bit about them, but like always, under a read more, because I always get embarrassed talking about my OCs here lol

Btw I'm in the middle of writing my response and I have to say omfg I feel so embarrassed pleeeease don't be mean I will cry

I guess I'll just start by showing what they look like, which I made in a Picrew, like always (if anyone wants the link to the Picrew let me know, I use this one all the time lol)

So this is Diana (she's actually supposed to have light blonde hair, not white, I'm a bit lazy to change the photo rn but yeah):

[Image Description: A cartoonish Picrew of a white woman with long white hair and blue eyes sat down in an alley, smiling. She wears a white frilly button-up under a white apron dress, white shoes, and has a rosary tied around her wrist. There's a knife sitting next to her. End Image Description]

And this is Calliope:

[Image Description: A cartoonish Picrew of a white woman with a dark brown mullet and dark brown eyes sat down in an alley, frowning. She wears a black shirt with a dark red skull, black pants, white socks and black converse shoes. There's a kitchen knife sitting next to her. End Image Description]

I'm probably gonna skip a lot of details in this (but if you want more details you can always DM me), but the gist of it is Cal and Diana had been dating for a very short amount of time (think 2-4 months), and one day while in Diana's house, Calliope finds out that Diana eats people, and she gets freaked out, and Diana tries to explain herself because she does it out of love, but Calliope just leaves, and she doesn't do the "call the police" thing (though she does almost do it) but she just spends a couple of days without talking to Diana and just thinking by herself, and she realizes after a while that she's not just thinking "holy shit she's insane" but she's also thinking "I want to see her again, I need to see her again", and it's this mix of thoughts "she's insane what's wrong with her I love her we need to still be together but why she's EATING PEOPLE-"

Anyway a couple days later Calliope goes back to Diana's house, and when Diana opens the door for her Cal's just like "Show me," and Diana's like "Show you what?" And Cal's like "Show me how you do it. Eat" (those aren't the exact words but it's just to give you an idea of what happens)

And so she does that, she lets Calliope in and she takes a part from one of the bodies she has and she cooks it and eats it and Calliope's watching her do all of that, and while a part of her's still like "what the fuck am I doing she's insaneee", what she's finding is more of... it's not as bad as she imagined it would be. Gruesome, sure, but not as much as she feared. And she realizes not just that she doesn't mind, but also that... she kind of gets it. There's something about how Diana does everything that makes her believe her when she says that she does this out of love. So after the wonderful dinner they have a basically sort of Q&A where Calliope lets Diana speak, explain herself, and she listens, and once they're done Calliope says she's gonna think about this for a couple more days, and leaves, and then she does come back some days later and says that she's still very much in love with Diana and that she wants to be with her and support her in all her ways of showing love

So that's basically like the first chapter in their story, as you can tell I skipped out on some details, mainly because there's some stuff about it that I might change, like I said this is all still a huuge WIP, but that's basically the start of their relationship. Btw they're both insane, Calliope later starts killing people, but I don't think I'm gonna tell you about that in detail because all of the scenes I had for that are even bigger WIPs than what I just told you and I'll probably have to re-write all of them anyway, just know their dynamic later turns into "Calliope kills people and Diana eats them"

But at the heart of the story is just... fucked up messed up ways of love, I'd say, both because of Diana's cannibalism being fundamented on it being a way for her to show love in the deepest most profound manner she can think of, and Calliope later becoming fully devoted to doing everything just for Diana (she starts killing people to keep Diana safe, at least in her eyes). That's something that I always want to emphasize on whenever I'm talking about them to my friends or something, they're not "oohh they're delusional so that's why they're together," like yeah they are fucked up, but they truly are both in love with each other in the deepest way you can think of, like the story would not happen the way it does if they weren't in love with each other. This, too, is yuri

Also in case you're wondering if Diana's going to eat Calliope at some point too, I still don't know but for now, taking into account how willing Calliope is to be eaten and how willing Diana is to eat the people she loves, the answer is a "probably." At the very least Calliope is willing to sacrifice a couple fingers to sate her girlfriend's needs (she's willing to sacrifice a lot more but Diana might feel bad about that so she's cool with settling for some fingers. At least for a while)

Aaaaannnnnd yeah, that's about all I can think of, I am pouring my heart out to you and I hope you will take it in gentle hands like a wounded animal, because that's how I feel after typing Calliope and Diana's story for the fourth time in my life. A wounded animal.

Also no I've never watched Hannibal

[vvellerr]

Hey, saw you reblog that you were ok with oc asks so I'm psionically attacking you for blorbo lore. Tell me your secrets.

!!! wow ! hi im mentally giggling batting my eyelashes kicking my legs at this

im so so sorry for not finishing this up earlier but i think i've finally ironed out a couple more details around my personal worldbuilding project :)

anyways: LIMINAL AMERICANA (alt title: liminal americana) is a world centered completely around a single, infinite road. while the Road can twist, stretch, loop around and engage in all sorts of other spacial tomfooloery, it doesn't branch, or break. at all. ever.

anything and/or anyone who wishes to exist is best off staying as close to the road as possible, since the farther away you get from what i like to compare to its "render distance" the more you have to rely on your own self and peoples' memories and thoughts of yourself to exist coherently. as such, concepts like peoples' relationships and memories (which, btw, have a psuedo-physical form here) are incredibly important both on a basic survival and cultural level.

because of this world's relatively relaxed (scientific) laws, remoteness and emptiness, it's become a popular place for various gods to store their random bursts of inspiration, works in progress and scrapped/forgotten ideas. (the way things are sometimes dropped in and then discovered by the populace aren't dissimilar to a whalefall) It's populated by a mishmash of beings and locations drawing inspiration from essentially everything, with origins ranging from "created by hand from divine clay" to "a family that's been here for 17 generations" to "just showed up, idk man." There are a not insignificant number of gods and similar beings who've been inadventently trapped there, or are just roaming around for fun.

it's unknown when the Road came to be, or how. It's speculated that it might be alive, or even sentient, or even bene/malevolent. (some even worship it as a god itself.)

also the ground is made up of 3-4 meters of soil, maybe some rocks, and an impenetrable metal sheet.

[ptergwen]

Hello loveee! I love your writing. Can I request Peter Parker x Stark!Reader, where she keeps flirting with Peter but he's so oblivious and flustered that he thinks she's just being friendly. Eventually she gets so angry she's like "Pete can I kiss you?" and then he's like "On the lips" and just fluff and dorky Peter all around. Thank you!!!!

hiii thank you so much babes <3 this is a lil suggestive btw

groaning, you plant your feet on the mat as you try to block peter’s punches. your open palm pushes against one of his fists. “stop fighting it.” the hint of a smirk graces his features. “i have something you don’t.” “insanity?” you raise your leg up to kick his stomach, but he catches it. “good reflexes... and super strength,” peter clarifies and proves it by tackling you onto your back. you fall to the mat with a squeal and peter on top of you.

he’s been training you as per the request of your dad, who thinks your combat skills are severely lacking. you’re fairly new to the team, so you haven’t quite found your footing yet. literally. peter knocked you down within the first ten minutes of today’s session. being one of your closest friends and best in battle, it was a no brainer to ask for his help. tony has full faith in his protege to teach you well.

“that was crazy. you’re... you’re crazy,” you pant out, a breathy chuckle passing peter’s lips. “only for you.” although he’s joking, your heart beats a little faster. he still hasn’t gotten off of you. matted curls hang over his forehead, skin glistening with sweat, actual bulging biceps on either of your sides. spending all this up close and personal time together has made you realize how ridiculously hot he is.

even when he wreaks of body odor.

“i like the way you look on top of me,” you comment to test the waters. peter’s cocky expression fades to one of surprise. “how do i look under you?” you’re grinning up at him. “you, uh...” peter gulps before he’s laughing it off. “not tired enough. we should probably get back to work.” he moves to stand up, but you grab at his shoulders. “what’s next?” there’s a suggestive tone to your voice.

“well, your dad said we should cover all the bases,” peter innocently answers and nibbles on his lower lip. that draws your attention to it. both of his lips are swollen, pink. “cool, let’s start with first while we’re here.” you quirk an eyebrow in anticipation. he once again takes it as you messing around with him. it’s just what friends do. his cheeks still tint pink. he can blame it on being overheated, though.

peter attempts a stern look. “we have a lot to do, y/n. i’m being serious.” you’re unfazed. “so am i.” you swipe your tongue across your lips, his gaze trailing down to them. he considers your offer for a moment before ultimately shutting it down. “i- we- we can’t. what would mr. stark say?” he sits up on his knees in front of you, frowning. “oh my god, who cares?” you grumble. “i want my fun peter back.”

when you call him your peter, he’s so close to losing it. he’s so close to giving in to his desires, letting himself enjoy the way your mouth would feel on his. there’s only the fear of your dad finding out that stops him. that, and the fact that he can’t tell if you’re kidding or not. you’ve always been very committed to your humor.

with a sigh, peter holds out a hand for you. you unenthusiastically take it. “you’ll get him... after we finish. speaking of.” he pulls you to your knees by your intertwined hands. “how about if we take a break? i think i deserve it,” you suggest instead and put your hands back on his shoulders. “so do you.” this time, you use them to bring him in closer to you. your forehead comes to rest against his.

“you... we just started. maybe in a bit we can...” peter trails off, arms wrapping around your waist instinctively. his warm breath fans across your cheeks. he watches as your lips curve into a smile. “pete?” you search for his eyes, continuing when they meet yours. “can i kiss you?” “you mean, like, on the lips?” peter wonders aloud. only he would ask that. “yeah, peter. where else?” you laugh softly and move a hand to the back of his neck.

“i dunno. that was stupid, that was stupid.” he easily guides you forward so your bodies are pressed together. his flushed face holds a grin. “please kiss me, before i say something dumb again.” “you could never,” you hum, lips brushing his before they fully collide. peter is quick to reciprocate, smiling into it as he finds his pace with you.

your kisses naturally move to his bottom lip while his stay on your top. his hands come to support you by the small of your back, your fingers tangling in his hair. he exhales contentedly, which inspires you to give the locks a tug. “y/n/n,” he mumbles your name. “do that again.” giggling, you thread your fingers tighter and oblige. peter in turn deepens the kiss, capturing both your lips once again and leaning over you.

you take the hint and start to lay back down. peter’s hands move to your waist, giving you a gentle squeeze. he breaks the kiss despite himself. “this feels really good. like, it’s amazing.” he pecks your lips for good measure. “and, that hair pulling thing was really hot.” “aw, you’ve got a little kink.” you tease, his face beginning to burn for the nth time. “i feel like a but is coming.”

“but,” peter confirms, smiling apologetically. “we gotta finish your training before we start... this. an hour every day, remember?” huffing, you push at his chest. “yeah, yeah. i remember, peter. let’s just get it done.” he manages to get to his feet without any protests. you take in the damage you did to him. his hair is more disheveled, t-shirt ridden up. he’s also wearing a smug expression.

“you suck,” you murmur and grab the hand he extends to you. he waits until you’re up to respond. “do you?” now, it’s your turn to be smug. “ask me again later.”

[clonewarslover55]

hello do you think you could write soft echo smut please🥺

Playful and fluffy couch "fun" with Echo

Echo X Fem!Reader //SMUT//

Absolutely!! I am soo sorry this has been sitting in my inbox since like November. I loved this request btw and I am soo sorry I didn’t get to it before I took my break.

Notes: I hope this isn’t bad! I am a little rusty lol

I did a Fem!Reader instead of a gender neutral one, I hope that’s okay!

Also! I know you asked for soft smut….but I made it a bit more playful! Still soft though! (if none of these are what you wanted in this request please request this again so I can write you another!)

Warnings: Before the Bad Batch era by a lot, fluff, established relationship, smut, playfulness, Echo is a considerate angel, unprotetced sex!!!BE SAFE!!!

You sat on your couch beside the love of your life, gently teasing his thick curls of hair. Echo had his head on your shoulder, enjoying your soft touches. He was so relaxed, his eyes half lidded as he struggled to stay awake.

A thought popped into your mind. You glanced at his relaxed face one again, a grin pulling at your lips. Shame…..He was adorable when he was this relaxed.

You gently scraped your nails down the back of his neck, a feeling you knew Echo loved. He shivered, his whole body seeming to twitch in excitement. He huffed, sitting up quickly, a glare on his handsome face.

Echo’s scowl got bigger when you began to laugh. He was too cute! Echo was definitely planning revenge already, but you were too busy laughing to notice.

Your mistake.

Echo grabbed your legs which were curled on the couch, and yanked. You screamed in surprise when he dragged you down flat on your back, Echo quickly crawling on top of you to pin you down with his body weight.

You struggled in a playful manner, shouting his name and pathetic pleas of ‘I’m sorry!!’ None of which worked. Echo flopped on you like a loth cat would, all of his weight was on you. He was heavy!! You gasped for air dramatically, swatting at his sides.

“You’re a butt Echo!” He gasped in mock offense, looking at you with wide eyes. “Me?? A butt? Never.” He scoffed, smiling when your glare grew more intense.

“I’ll….” You paused to think about a good way to get him off, “I’ll…...I’ll tickle you!!” Echo laughed, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Go ahead. I’m immune.” You sighed loudly and stopped struggling, giving up.

Ugh, you loved this fool so much.

You both sat there in silence, Echo’s hot breath on that one really sensitive spot on your neck. He was doing it on purpose, the ARC trooper knowing exactly what turned you on.

Echo smirked against your skin when you squirmed a bit, your underwear growing damp and uncomfortable. “What’s the matter honey?” You scoffed at his sweet deep voice. How he said that drove you insane, and the bastard knew it!

“You know what!” You squirmed more, finally hitching one of your legs around his hips, pulling him closer. Echo’s eyes widened, his pupils blowing out in lust. You brushed your nose playfully against his, drawing him in for a sweet and deep kiss.

Echo pressed his body firmly against yours, slotting his hips with yours. He stroked a calloused hand along your thigh, grabbing it and moving it over his other hip. Echo loves to be as close to you as possible, he just enjoys your warmth and the intimacy of it all.

He was also very careful as well, moving one of his arms beside your head so he could take some of his weight off of you. Echo was very considerate of your needs.

You nearly purred against his lips, your arms wrapping around his neck so you could play with the hair at the base of his neck. A small giggle left your lips when he shivered, Echo pulling away slightly so he could glare.

He made you laugh more just with a look. “I’m sorry!” You spoke through your laughing, Echo rolling his eyes in mock irritation. He sat up and pulled off his shirt, tossing it on your face. You continued with your fit of giggles, tossing the shirt onto the floor.

“You’re lucky I love you….” You smiled at his words, your laughing finally coming to a stop. “Oh I know.” You grinned cheekily, Echo helping you with your shirt and bra. Well it was technically HIS shirt……...

“Always straight to business.” You spoke, trying your hardest to mock his sexy voice. He chuckled, pressing a light kiss to your throat. “The ARC Trooper way.” He purred in your ear, his lips attacking your throat.

You threw your head back, exposing more of your sensitive throat to his incredible lips. You put one of your hands on the back of his neck, teasing the sensitive skin while your other hand ran down his side to the waistband of his sweats.

The sweatpants were dark blue with little white republic logos on them. You had bought him and Fives matching sets a while back. You yanked at his waistband some, Echo getting the hint and helping you slide them down his thin hips.

He awkwardly kicked them off and onto the floor, huffing with effort. He didn’t have on any briefs underneath, which made things quicker for you. Echo was already hard and ready, his cock head shining with pre-cum

Just looking at his cock made more wetness rush between your legs. He quickly distracted you by moving his lips to yours once again though, his cock pressing into your thigh.

His lips moved perfectly against yours, his tongue eagerly slipping between your lips to wrestle with yours. You moaned into the kiss, your eyes closed in bliss. Echo smirked against your lips when he removed your thin pajama shorts.

Both of you were very excited and ready now, so he didn’t do his usual teasing trick with your underwear. He just slowly removed it with his thick fingers instead of his teeth this time.

Once you were both finally naked Echo ran a finger through your drenched folds. He grinned, pulling away from your lips with a smirk on his face. “Don’t look at me like that trooper.” You smirked back, playfully biting his bottom lip.

Echo chuckled, nipping back at your lips as he slowly pushed a finger into you. Echo always checked to make sure you were ready and could take him. You moaned, throwing your head back once again.

He had been on Coruscant on leave for the past two days and wasn’t to return for a few more, so you two had been very….busy…. Whenever he had a long leave like this you two made sure to take your time with one another. Echo was a very fast learner.

You gasped when Echo found one of those spots that made your toes curl. He had a very good memory, and boy did you love it.

Echo quickly removed his finger, bringing it to his kiss-swollen lips to lick it clean. Your walls clenched around nothing at the erotic sight. You whined loudly, glaring daggers into your lover. Echo chuckled deeply, the sound sending waves of pleasure down your spine.

You scoffed, Echo quickly cheering you up with a kiss. You gasped into his mouth when he pushed the head of his cock into your heat, pressing your body up into his. He groaned out your name as he slowly pushed all the way into you.

Echo pressed another soft kiss to your lips as he began to slowly and deeply thrust into you. He moved his head to your neck, burying his face into your skin. He pressed a soft and sweet against your hot skin with every thrust.

“Oh Echo.” You moaned softly, your nails softly gripping his shoulders. You always tried to not scratch him up too much; but when he hit that certain spot only his cock could ever reach you lost a bit of control.

You saw stars, cries of pleasure leaving your lips. Your walls clenched him tightly, Echo moaning loudly at the feeling. He picked up his pace some, both of you getting closer and closer to the edge.

“I love you.” He panted, pressing his damp forehead against yours. You smiled, looking up into his beautiful eyes, “I love you too.” Echo kissed you again, his kiss making you feel even more excitement.

His pace started to become a little messy as you both got closer. Echo reached down between your bodies, finding your clit. His lips stayed on yours as he brought you over the edge, swallowing your cries of pleasure.

You saw spots as you came, your fingers and walls gripping Echo tightly. Echo gasped when he came, his eyes squeezing shut with pleasure. You laid your head back as he came, the feeling of him painting your inner walls causing you to shiver more.

You rode out your orgasm together, Echo weakly thrusting until he had finished. He held you tightly as your body shook with little aftershocks, pressing soft kisses to every little bit of available skin he could reach.

“We should take a bubble bath in a few.” He mumbled into your neck, his body relaxed and fit perfectly against yours. “Mmmmm…...Good idea baby.” You muttered back, the soft cloud of bliss keeping you from opening your eyes.

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Stray Kids Reaction To Their S/O Being Shy About Their Singing-Talents

anon asked:

Can you do stray kids reaction to their s/o being a good rapper and singer but they get shy and have low confidence? - 🐻💙

Of course love! I hope you like it x So sorry for the wait! While we're here, I just wanna say I'm sorry for the length difference of the individual reactions! * y/n/n is what i use for your nickname btw

Word Count: 3.5k-ish

Bang Chan

Silence. At least for the most part. You clicking the keyboard of your computer, Chan humming slightly as he clicked around on his own, as well as twisting and turning the dials on his audio mixer, connected to said computer. The sounds had sort of blended into the silence though, so neither of you really noticed it at this point.

A click louder than all of the others soon came from Chan's computer, meaning he was going to connect his progress to the speakers of his studio, so he could fully take in the track he was working on. He had played it what seemed like a million times already, but you didn't mind. You were already so phased out that he could be announcing the break up of Stray Kids', and you honestly wouldn't even catch it.

The familiar beat of their upcoming title track boomed through the speakers, and as if on autopilot, you sang along. You had heard the beginning of that very song so many times now, the lyrics were as good as engraved into the inside of your eyelids.

Once the first verse and chorus were over, the song stopped, as did you. It was when the song didn't play again you finally snapped out of your computer-trance. You shifted your eyes from the screen over to your boyfriend who was sitting on the other side of the room.

"Y/n."

You then realized you had been singing along, and probably not as quiet as you had thought. "Oh! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to distract you. I'll keep quiet." You quickly apologized.

You were hanging out with your boyfriend, yes- but he was still at work, and you'd hate to be the reason for him switching out of his creative-mode.

"No! No, no, don't worry. You're just so good? How come I have never heard you sing before?" Chan grinned as he turned his spinny-chair to face you and fell back into it, looking at you with admiration.

You had been sitting on the floor with your back against the seat of the couch, so the coffee table by the mentioned couch had your laptop at shoulder-height, meaning you had to close the screen of your computer to see your boyfriend. Once you had done so, you moved your hands up to your face, covering your cheeks.

"I don't like the attention. I hate it when people look at me like- exactly like you're doing now, stop!" You giggled when Chan leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He decided to mess around with you and started staring you down. You laughed and begged him to stop, but the more you did, the more intensely he stared at you- until he eventually cracked, sending you both into fits of laughter.

Lee Know

"First things first rest in peace Uncle Phil."

The music blared from your headphones straight into your head, being the only thing keeping you motivated as you did some housework. Seeing as you were mopping when the J.Cole song started playing, you figured the handle would prove to be the perfect microphone.

"For real, you the only father that I ever knew." You continued, singing and rapping along while shaking your butt and cleaning the floor. Maybe not the world's most efficient cleaning strategy, but my-oh-my did it get the job done.

Due to the loud volume in your headphones, you didn't hear the front door open and shut, as your boyfriend came home for the day.

Minho didn't even get the chance to put down his bag before his attention was completely wrapped around you having a concert in your living-room. He quickly recognized the song and let his head bob along to the beat, even though he could only hear you rapping, and not the song itself. He kicked off his shoes and placed his things on the ground before he slowly made his way into the living-room, doing a little boogie as he did so.

It wasn't until you finally turned around almost a minute later you saw your boyfriend joking around, dancing to your rapping. You instantly dropped the mop and let out a little scream as he startled you, covering your face with your hands once you saw it was just him.

"Minho! What are you doing?" You cried out in embarrassement after removing your headphones. Minho couldn't help but chuckle at you before he came closer and gave you a kiss-hello.

"Y/n, I never knew you had such voice-control! You've never rapped in front of me before, why?" He asked when he pulled away, his arms still wrapped around your waist, but his face a few inches away from yours.

"Because you're an actual rapper in an actual band!! That's like showing Michelangelo your drawing!" You argued back, a massive smile on your face. Minho then continued to shower you in compliments, making you hide your blushing face from him by burying it into his chest.

Changbin

The kitchen had all kinds of different smells as you were stirring the pot of soup you had on the stove in front of you. The kitchen-window was open, letting in a fresh spring breeze, and the radio was playing a familiar song.

"Hold me close and hold me fast The magic spell you cast This is La Vie En Rose." You softly sang along, your body swaying back and forth to the tune. You continued to sing along as you used the wooden-spoon to stir around, making sure it didn't burn.

(bro, i think i fucked up my sOUP)

"Hey, Y/n/n." It suddenly came from the doorway to the kitchen, instantly causing you to stop singing and spin around. "Hi, Binnie." You gave him a smile and then turned back around, squeezing your eyes shut, only for a second- as if you were trying to erase the past ten seconds. You hoped the radio was louder than your voice, but that hope soon came crashing down.

"No, why'd you stop?" He asked as he placed a few sheets of paper on the table and continued over to you. You started smiling like an idiot for a second before you raised your hands to cover your face. Chanbin noticed and chuckled as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you. "Don't be shy!"

He then spun you around so you were facing him, but your hands still covered your face. This made Changbin just chuckle even more. He tried to jokingly pry your hands from your face, but you just shoved your head into his shoulder so he wouldn't be able to grab you properly. You either couldn't help but chuckle as you messed around, but quickly stopped once you remembered you were cooking.

You turned around to keep stirring your soup, Changbin never let go of you. "But tell me, why have I never heard you sing before when your voice is THAT good?" He asked, but you ignored him.

"For real?" He tried again, but you pretended he didn't say anything.

"Would you like some soup?" You asked him, turning slightly to look at him. He seemed amused, but he just nodded, accepting your choice of lunch.

Hyunjin

Hot water poured down your back, the whole shower smelling like your body wash. You had just gotten back from a run and decided to clean up a bit before Hyunjin came back from work. So after getting out of your leggings and hoodie, you had grabbed your speaker and headed for the washroom.

Knowing Hyunjin wasn't home, you qued the best of the best from your playlist, getting ready to absolutely shred the imaginary rap battles you were about to have. Banger after banger played as you sang into your microphone. Your mic being an empty shampoo bottle you had yet to throw out.

You were mid-shampoo when Streets by Doja Cat played, and you almost slipped and fell while hurriedly reaching for your microphone.

"Damn, papi, you a rare breed, no comparing." You borderline yelled, as if you had just gotten out of a failed relationship where you still loved your partner, when in fact that wasn't your case at all. You were very much in love with your boyfriend, and you were on great terms- but for the sake of your rap battle, you had to get into it.

"When other chickens tryna get in my coop 'Cause you're a one in a million There ain't no man like you!" Not to toot your own horn or anything, but you could confidently say you absolutely bodied that verse, and you were soon let know you weren't the only one who thought so.

(I don't actually think he is the one to cuss, but this is simply because I cannot think of another way to say it, so for the lack of a better word:) "Fuck it up, baby!" You heard Hyunjin hype you up on the other side of the bathroom door, making your stomach drop for a second.

"You're not supposed to be home yet." You answered him after turning off the speaker, and the shower. You stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around you, then went to open the door.

"Well, I had to hurry home when I heard the rap God themselves was having a concert in our bathroom." Hyunjin chuckled once you opened the door with almost a shameful face. "Should I talk to JYP about getting you a rap-audition, or..?" He dragged out the last word, kind of he was taunting you, but in the most loving way possible. Feeling your cheeks grow hot, you closed the door back up and locked him out.

"I'm never leaving this bathroom." You announced as you covered your face, even though Hyunjin could no longer see you.

"Y/n/n, I was kidding! You were great though, I might actually talk to JY-" He started again, but you cut him off by groaning, causing the both of you to break out laughing.

Han

Clicking of a pen. Gentle tapping of a foot. Frustrated hair ripping. You had seen these symptoms before- that's right, Jisung was in a slump.

You were at the studio with your boyfriend, and you were both seated in the sitting group, Jisung leaning his elbows on the table, head in his hands, tugging at his hair as if it would activate his creative juices. You had tagged along just to get out of the house, and maybe Jisung needed moral support, and wouldn't you have guessed- that was exactly what he needed.

"You good?" You asked him after he let out the umpteenth sigh in the past hour. He then finally confessed he just couldn't get the ending of the second verse down. "Why don't you sing it, so you can hear what's missing, rather than just reading it?"

He did as you suggested and sang through it. When he came to the part he was talking about, you also heard it. Something about it was just kinda.. off.

You tilted your head to the side as you were thinking of ways to better it, to try and help him. An idea popped into your head, and maybe it could work- after all you were no song writer. You tried your best to explain to Jisung what it was you were thinking, but about half-way through, you could see he was as lost as that one time Chan and Changbin had accidentally left the two of you behind at IKEA.

"I'm so sorry, babe. I don't fully understand what you mean." He confessed, and you nodded, knowing well that was him being sweet about the fact that you sucked at explaining things. So in the spirit of making it easier for him to understand, you just sang it. You sang through the song and added the part you had tried to explain.

"Did that make more sense?" You asked when you were done, looking from the sheet of paper up at your boyfriend, who was sat there, his lips slightly parted as his jaw hung lose. "Jisung? Babe?" You tried to snap him back to reality as it seemed he had zoned out, but only for a moment.

"Wait, that was so good? Since when were you that good?" Jisung suddenly lit up like a Christmas tree, smiling and almost bouncing in his seat. He continued to shower you in compliments, making you feel like a turtle trying to get back into its shell.

"Stop. If you ever mention me singing again, I will throw myself out the window." You said, both humor in your tone, and being dead serious at the same time.

"Okay, dramatic much?" Jisung joked back, making you shove his shoulder as you chuckled alongside him.

Felix

A car zoomed past you as you walked on the pavement on the side of the road, admiring the spring at its full bloom. You were almost a bit disappointed when you reached your home as you wanted to continue to look at the flowers, but that thought soon fell right out of your head. As you walked up the staircase to your apartment, you heard a constant noise grow louder and louder. You were about to turn the key when you realized the noise was more rhythmic than you originally thought, and that the music was coming from inside your apartment.

Curiosity completely consumed your body when you finally opened the door, and was met with a wall of noise. You took a few steps in and shut the door behind you, protecting the outside world from the sight you had in front of you.

Felix was using a hairbrush as he jumped around both on the floor and in the couch, crying out the lyrics to a song you didn't quite recognize. You laughed at your boyfriend as you kicked off your shoes and hung your coat in the closet.

Felix finally spotted you and quickly pulled out his phone that was connected to the speakers, and changed the song. The familiar intro of your favorite song soon played, and it didn't take as much as a second before you were as hyped as Felix were. You began jumping around and dancing with him, matching his energy.

Felix screamed the lyrics into the hairbrush before he swiftly tossed you the brush, letting you pop off as well. You rapped the words perfectly into the brush, standing on the couch as your concert evolved.

The song eventually came to an end, causing the both of you to fall breathlessly to the ground, heaving for air- massive smiles on your faces. The ground was cool against your now sweaty backs. A few seconds passed before Felix spoke.

"I don't think I have ever heard you rap before." He admitted. You kept staring at the ceiling, ignoring the boy at your side for a few seconds before you decided to answer him.

"And you will never hear it again."

Both you and Felix could back the claim that he had never moved as fast as he did when you said that. He had jumped up so he was on his elbows, facing you with wide eyes.

"No!! Please! You were so good!" He cried out, making you laugh at him. You just gave him a wink before you got to your feet and went to get the groceries you had left in the hallway.

Seungmin

"How about we go in there? Maybe I can find you a shirt?" You spoke after pointing to a store.

You were currently out shopping with your boyfriend, Seungmin. He had asked you to get him an outfit, not for any special occasion of anything, just for shits and giggles. It was your favorite type of dates, the ones where you don't really plan anything, you just end up doing fun and silly things.

Seungmin nodded and you soon dragged him into the store. The layout of the shop was like any other, so you soon made your way to the back where the mens clothing was.

As you were casually roaming the racks of clothes, the speakers soon started playing one of your favorite songs, making it impossible for you to not hum along. You kept looking at the different items of clothing on your left, Seungmin behind you, looking through the clothes on your right hand side.

Soon, the song picked up, you quietly jamming along, allowing yourself to softly sing along as there were no other customers near you.

Your hand suddenly slid over a material that caught your attention. It was a green oversized tee, with some colorful and funky letters on the front. You cut yourself off to turn around and show Seungmin the shirt, asking him what he thought about the item.

You held it up, but no reply. "Seungmin?" You tried again. It was odd seeing as he was looking at you with a slight smile, yet he was not replying to your question. You then lowered the shirt and waved your hand in front of his face, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"You okay?" You asked him once he gently shook his head to re-focus his eyes. He nodded gleefully.

"Sorry, your voice was just so good that I completely forgot where we were." He admitted, giving you a look. You pursed your lips and spun on your heel, so he wouldn't see your burning cheeks.

I.N

Date night! You and boyfriend Jeongin had just been at a local restaurant for a cute night out. Nothing overly fancy, just a chance to enjoy each others company, since you both had been busy lately.

After you had paid your bill, the two of you went for a walk to enjoy the warm, evening air. With nowhere in mind, you just casually wandered down the street, your hands intertwined as you swung them back and forth, pulling and pushing at each other in a joking manner.

"Woah, when did this get here?" Jeongin suddenly asked as you passed a building with a bright neon sign hanging out front. You looked to your side to see what it was he was talking about.

Karaoke, the neon sign read. You turned back to your boyfriend and gave him a smug smile, hoping he was thinking the same as you. He returned the smile and suddenly you were being shown to a private room by the hostess.

The first few songs were just the two of you messing around, screaming ABBA into your respective microphones. At one point while picking the next song, Jeongin saw a song he really wanted to do, but as you didn't know the lyrics, you decided to sit this one out.

He belted his heart out to the tune you found unfamiliar, but you enjoyed it nonetheless. Jeongin was after all a singer in a world-renowned band- boy had talent.

The song came to an end, resulting in you giving him a standing ovation as he playfully bowed repeatedly.

"I'm your biggest fan!" You raised your hands to your mouth and pretended to be yelling it at the 'stage', like he just held a concert for thousands. You both laughed at yourselves before Jeongin announced it would be his turn to sit one out. You took that as you cue to get up from the couch and pick a song.

You were no singer, never was- never will be, at least not in public. So when you had to pick a song, you didn't care if it didn't 'fit your range', or 'suit your voice'. You picked a song you liked and ran with it.

The melody started, and you raised your mic to your lips, singing the words that were showing on the large screen in front of you. You found it wasn't as fun to sing without your boyfriend, but got through the song anyways.

As most things do, the song came to and end. You placed the mic on the table and turned around to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. Mid turn, you saw your boyfriend like you never had before. His eyes were wide and his jaw was lose.

"What?" You asked him, uncapping the water bottle and taking a swig.

"Where did that come from?" He asked, eyes still wide as dinner-plates. You raised your eyebrow in a questioning manner, as if you were asking him to elaborate. "You're an amazing singer! How have I never heard that before?"

You felt your cheeks grow hot, and your eyes instantly found the ground, suddenly too shy to look at Jeongin. He chuckled at your reaction, and leaned forward so he could reach your hand from where he was sitting. He then pulled you back so you fell to the couch, crossing your arms over your chest, your shoulders up to your ears by now.

"We have to do this more often so I can hear you sing more!" He stated as he poked your arm, trying to get you to be less shy- and somehow it worked.

Hope you liked it! Feel free to request again!

-bentley

[before-the-black-pearl]

I made those modern Jack and Fitzy headcanons over a year and a half ago. I started writing a modern!AU fic since then so I developed the headcanons more and I wanted to share some of them. Keep in mind this may be a little different than what I present in the actual fic. I’m making some shit up on the spot.

So picture this: The young Jack Sparrow books taking place today and all the characters are in high school in Tampa, Florida, and the school is called...

Barnacle High School

Jack the “I was at the door when the bell rang” Sparrow:

He’s one of The Boyz🥶🥵😎 But like the stupid kind who thinks they’re better than everyone else.

He’s a troublemaker and creates a lot of mischief around campus.

Mischief includes but not limited to: pulling the fire alarm multiple times, drilling holes between the boys and girls gym locker rooms, defaced a bunch of textbooks with The Boyz drawing dicks on every single page, one time he snuck into the office and played pr0n on the schoolwide intercom speaker, a time he gave everyone “shits and giggles” (laxative and weed) brownies at a school dance and caused everyone to shit and puke all over the gym floor and it made the news,..... How tf isn’t he expelled?

Unsurprisingly he gets in fights. The fights are half of the time started by other students, but gets in trouble anyway.

Constantly interrupts the teachers to the point where they write him up or kick him out.

Sometimes fucks with the quiet kids like “Hey, mate, do you know what we’re doing?” “Can you like teach it to me?” “You can do it for me, right?” “Why don’t you ever talk, mate?”

He’s actually pretty smart but the teachers don’t like him and home sucks so he gave up.

Probably has ADHD.

Wears layers, like leather, denim, flannels, t-shirts, hoodies, jeans of various “tightness”, studded belts, many pairs of combat boots or knockoff timbs. Half his shit is from Goodwill.

Undercuts for dayyyzzzz. Think Coming Storm cut but the bottom is shaved off.

Still wears his nasty ass bandana even though the teachers always tells him he can’t wear it in class.

His makeup literally always slaps.

He likes to collect random things and sometimes puts them on his clothes or his backpack or in his locker.

Obsessed with dead things (furs, pelts, bones, stuffed animals, etc)

Has a fascination with the sea and likes the nautical aesthetic.

Bonus: Yeah he totally vapes.

Arabella the “Shut up and let me work” Smith:

She’s the “good kid” and sometimes the “quiet kid.” Jack definitely fucks with her in class sometimes until she pops off and they both get written up.

She’s an honors student and exceeds well in her classes.

She’d rather blend in with the crowd and not many students really notice her. She keeps herself contained in a small group of friends.

If she’s not with her friends, she’s probably in the library.

She’s really into Art and History.

Kind of a conspiracy nut and likes reading into urban legends and stuff.

Infodumps about her interests to Jack and he gets hella annoyed.

Jack sometimes follows her around and she gets hella annoyed but she gets sad when he’s not around.

Mediates between Jack and Fitz.

Jack and Fitzy fight over her. Jean has shown a little interest in her too.

She ate the “giggles” from Jack’s brownies. She got so fucked up she had a panic attack and left the dance really early before all the chaos began in the gym.

Kinda looks like she hasn’t really left 2015...like basic white girl with knit sweaters and cardigans, t-shirts and tanks, leggings, boots or sandals, etc. Sometimes also wears hoodies and jeans.

Headbands and beanies and cottagecore-like bandanas.

Yeah her makeup slaps too.

She works for her father after school at the Tortuga Tavern, formerly named Faithful Bride before it was forced to change to something more “PC.”

Fitzwilliam the “My uncle is the principal” Dalton (the third):

Basic snobby rich kid.

President of every “snobby kid club”; the Chess Club, the Key Club, the Student Council, and Yearbook.

Also an athlete and is in the school’s track team and soccer team.

Is in a clique with his equally snobby friends.

Yeah but he’s like hella proper.

He’s well educated and knows several different languages.

Hella ignorant about certain shit tho.

Big fuckin FLEXER with his expensive name-brand clothing and tech.

Lies about being friends with celebrities and online influencers and shit.

Ate one of the “shits” brownies....Just leaving that to the imagination until I make a one-shot.

Drippin’ Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Michael Kors, Coach, etc... Literally like full fucking tracksuits, knit sweater over button-up combo, fancy coats, name-brand t-shirts, jeans over hundreds to thousands of $$$, shoes costing almost as much as rent.

The pocketwatch from the books is a fancy golden $30,000 Rolex wristwatch.

Jack keeps taking his watch.

Wears his hair up in a manbun like it’s still 2015 and Jack keeps teasing him about it.

Yeah got like a brand new iPhone and and iPad and a really expensive laptop and an iWatch even though I already got a regular watch on my other wrist.

Jean the “I swear to god she’s like my sister” Magliore:

Y’all know it, he’s in the Anime Club.

Jean and Tumen are best friends, and in my story, foster brothers.

Likes video games and always has his Nintendo Switch with him.

Internet memelord and low key has “band kid” energy.

Always be sending Tumen or the “Barnacle Crew” group chat memes.

Being from New Orleans is a personality trait and is very enthused with his Creole roots and loves creole dishes.

He runs a foodie Instagram account with a large following. Self proclaimed foodfluencer.

Sometimes sells candy and chips at school. Gets in trouble for it.

Yeah he ate multiple brownies at the dance....

Jean has a cat Constance, named after his deceased sister, he brings to school hidden in his backpack.

Constance will literally eat just about everything, mimics human noises, and her expressions are very human-like according to Jean. Her traits are so much like his sister, Jean believes she is his sister born as a cat in a new life.

He made Constance her own Instagram account.

Jack HATES Constance. Constance LOVES Jack.

Hoodies, jeans, headphones, beanies.

His hair is the same but a bit shorter.

“Suspiciously quiet kid” Tumen:

The quiet kid sitting in the back of the class and drawing while listening to music.

He is also in the Anime Club with Jean.

Since Jean is into video games, Tumen is a weeb.

Jean is the only person he really hangs out with at school.

Tumen doesn’t have a phone in my fanfic but for the purpose of this headcanon and the group chat, he does have one.

He’s more of a “lurker” in the GC.

Jean’s #1 meme reactor.

He watches anime crack videos.

Tumen is the most “immature” than the others since he’s the youngest.

The only one who didn’t eat the brownies. Got interviewed on the news.

He takes pride in his Mayan heritage.

Has a random interest in geography and wants a career as a cartographer.

Anime t-shirts and hoodies galore.

Always has his hood up in class.

Teachers always telling him to put his hood down.

Tim “the newbie” Hawk:

He eventually transfers to Barnacle High.

I don’t have a full headcanon written for him yet.

Principal Lawrence Norrington:

Principal of Barnacle High.

Fitzwilliam’s uncle.

HATES Jack Sparrow.... Again how tf is Jack not expelled?

Brings his kid James to work sometimes even though the kid should be at school himself.

Jack sitting in the principal’s office in trouble again and James keeps bugging him. “Do you play Fortnite?” “No. Beat it, kid.”

Tia Dalma:

The school nurse.

Jack is buddies with her and he goes to her and pretends to be sick when he wants to ditch class.

Has crab parts in jars in the cabinets. No one questions it.

Joshamee Gibbs:

The janitor.

He’s in the Navy but he’s on off-duty employment.

Jack is buddies with him too.

He writes Jack fake doctors notes or signs permission slips or covers for Jack when he’s ditching, in exchange for booze Jack has at home.

He had to clean up the gym after the brownies incident ☹️

I don’t know how to write Davy Jones into this.

For the sake of this headcanon, it would be funny if Torrents was like a science teacher or something. Or if Madame Minuet was like an economics or math teacher. Or if Silverback is an English teacher. Or if Left-Foot Louis is a PE teacher and he’s all running in circles because he’s got two left feet lol.

Btw all these teachers HATE Jack 😂

[sub-hoshi-enthusiast]

hiii~✨hope you’re having a good day/night !!can you do taeyong with a praise kink? you can add whatever else you think would fit cus i’m not good at coming up with that lolz. btw i love you’re writing it’s so good

Awww thank you bby 🥺💖 And thank you for the request! I hope you like it!

⚠️Warnings⚠️: sub!Taeyong, fem!dom!reader, pegging, praise kink, fingering (male recieving), he also rides you, but that's really the pegging part.

Good Boy

You cheered loudly with the rest of the NCTzens as NCT 127 finished their stage for Kick It. After they left the stage, you were led by a security guard to meet them in their dressing room. The NCTzens that noticed you leaving waved to you and asked you to tell the boys what a good job they had done tonight. You smiled and waved back at the friendly fans, blowing kisses jokingly every once in a while.

     You and your loving boyfriend, Taeyong, had gone public about 7 months ago after a year of dating. It took a hell of a lot of convincing for SM to be alright with it but they let you do it after seeing how dedicated both of you were to your relationship and realized you two wouldn't be breaking up anytime soon. The fans were a little iffy about you at first, thinking you were doing it for publicity or money, but after seeing you in so many VLives with him and seeing how genuinely happy both of you were, most of them started supporting you. Of course there were those people who sent hate, claiming you were taking their precious Taeyong away from them, but they don't really bother you that much.

     You knocked on the door to their changing room and waited for an okay to go in. It was a changing room after all, and you were sure they wouldn't want you walking in on them changing. It had accidentally happened once and you didn't want it to happen again. You heard shuffling in the room and a second later Donghyuk cracked the door open to see who it was. A smile immediately lit up his face as he saw you standing outside the door.

     "NOONA!" He yelled happily before jumping into your arms and hugging you like a koala bear, making you wrap your arms around his waist to hold him up with a laugh.

     "Hello to you too!" After standing still for a few moments to see if he would let go, you just decided to walk into the room and kick the door closed behind you with a laugh as he continued to hold onto you. You heard the other members laugh before someone walked over to you.

     "Donghyuk, let go of her! Other people want to hug her too!" Johnny said through light chuckles. You felt Donghyuk's lips pout against your neck before unwrapping his legs from your waist and sulking to the couch. All of the boys were changed out of their performing clothes and were working on getting out of their make-up. You waved to everyone else before greeting your boyfriend with a kiss. A few of the boys teasingly 'oooOOOooh'ed while Mark, Johnny, and Haechan made gagging noises from behind you. You rolled your eyes as you pulled away from Taeyong. He chuckled at their antics with red ears before giving you a light kiss on the cheek.

     "Hey baby. Did you enjoy the show?" He asked, looking up at you from his seat as his make-up artists removed his make-up. 

     "Of course I did, you all did amazing! A few NCTzens I passed on my way here wanted me to tell you they all loved your performance." You told them as you smiled at Taeyong through the mirror. Your boyfriend smiled brightly and the rest of the boys 'whoop'ed and cheered for themselves.

     "I was your favorite though, right?" Taeyong said as he leaned his head back to look up at you once his make-up was removed. You teasingly hissed in uncertainty.

     "Ooh, I don't know. Jaehyun did look pretty good tonight." You heard Jaehyun laugh from his seat before sexily pushing his hair back and winking at you with a dorky smile through the mirror. Taeyong pouted with a whine and tugged at your sleeve to bring your attention back to him. You laughed loudly and leaned down to give him a kiss.

     "I'm just kidding, baby, you know you're always my favorite." He looked up at you with his puppy-like smile that made your heart melt. You heard Donghyuk gag behind you, making the other members laugh.

     "I'm heading out, I think I might get cavities if I stay around here any longer."

     "Yeah, come on guys. I think we should leave the lovebirds alone." Johnny agreed as he looked back at you and Taeyong, wiggling his eyebrows from the door. You rolled your eyes as the rest of the boys filed out of the room. You let out a laugh as you felt your boyfriend wrap his arms around your waist and bury his burning red face in your shoulder. You turned and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. You picked up your phone to check the time, not too surprised to see how late it was.

     "It's getting pretty late, we might need to get going if I'm gonna have enough time to drop you off at the dorms." Your boyfriend pouted at you and moved his arms to loosely wrap around your shoulders.

     "I kinda wanted to go to your place. I haven't seen you in a while so I was thinking we could have a little movie marathon." You looked to one of the make-up artists to make sure it was alright. She nodded before she finished packing up and waited for you two to leave so she could lock up. You turned and smiled at him.

     "Alright, let's go." He smiled, grabbed your hand, and started dragging you to your car, running like an over excited puppy. You giggled as you finally reached your car and started the drive to your house. You both blasted music, screaming the lyrics as you pulled up in your driveway. He got out of the car first and bounded up to the door in excitement. You looked him up and down, finally taking in what he was wearing as you walked to the door.

     He was wearing a loose button-up shirt that hung low enough to show off his collarbones that was half tucked into his pants. The ripped black skinny jeans he was wearing were your favorite because they hugged his ass perfectly. The holes were all along the front, with bigger holes towards the top, showing off his perfectly tanned thighs. The innocent smile on his face as he waited for you at the door made you want to turn him into a moaning mess beneath you.

     "Hurry uuuup." He whined out, snapping you out of your trance. You licked your lips before picking up your pace and unlocking the door. Before he could run to the living room to set up a movie, you closed the door and pulled him closer to you by the waist with his back still facing you.

     "Hold up baby. I was thinking, maybe instead of watching a movie, we could do something more… fun." Taeyong shivered against you as you pulled his hips towards you, grinding your hips into his ass. He gulped as you leaned up to suck and kiss at his exposed neck.

     "F-fun?"

     "Of course baby. You've been such a good boy lately and I think you deserve a reward for it, don't you?" He whimpered and grinded back against you as you praised him.

     "Y-yes. I-I've been a good boy. Mommy's good little boy." He whined out as he continued to roll his ass against you at a faster pace and tilted his head to give you more room on his neck. You smirked and guided him into the bedroom, closing the door behind you.

     "Strip." He almost ripped his shirt off before moving to quickly kick off his pants while you reached under the bed to grab your strap-on and lube after stripping yourself. He was bare naked and laying in the center of the bed by the time you retrieved your toy. He shivered and whined at the sight of the strap in your hands. You quickly settled yourself between his legs and moved to kiss him as you leaned over him. You moved down to leave more marks on his neck and collarbones before pouring lube onto your fingers and pushing them into his hole. He whimpered and clung to your shoulders at the pleasure he felt from your fingers inside of him. He pushed his hips back to meet your hand as you sped up the pace of your fingers. You smirked against his neck at the submissive noises he was letting out.

     "You look so pretty like this baby; with my fingers pounding into you. Do you like mommy pounding into you like this babyboy?" He moaned louder at your question and nodded frantically.

     "Use your words baby."

     "Y-yes! Love mommy's fingers inside of me! A-ha." His eyes rolled back in his head when you started stroking his dick at the same pace your fingers were moving in and out of him.

     "F-fuck, mommy! Please move faster, p-please!" He whined as he moved his hips to meet your hands as they continued to pleasure him. Another moan ripped out of him as you sped up your hands movements. He continued to thrust and buck up into your hands with his beautiful cries of pleasure. You groaned against his throat.

     "Fuck, baby. You sound so beautiful. Scream louder, let mommy hear how good she's making you feel." He squeezed his eyes shut and moaned louder at your command.

     "S-shit- ngh- mommy! 'M gonna cum! F-fuck! Please let me cum mama!!" He cried out as his thighs squeezed around your waist.

     "Go ahead baby, cum for mommy like a good boy." He whined and whimpered before cumming in your hand and all over his stomach with a loud moan. You moved your hand up to your mouth, licking his seed up before doing the same to his stomach. His breathing picked up again and you felt his abs tense under your tongue. His dick twitched against his stomach at the sound of you adjusting the harness of the strap-on you now had hanging securely on your waist.

     "Do you want mommy to fuck you with this baby? Wanna cum for mommy a second time?" He whimpered and nodded as he felt the tip of the didlo enter his ass.

     "F-fuck, yes. Please mommy." He mumbled out as he looked up at you with his irresistible puppy dog eyes. You quickly thrusted your hips to meet his, making him moan loudly against your shoulder as his hands roamed your back. You smirked before flipping over so Taeyong was sitting up on your strap. He bit his swollen bottom lip, almost drawing blood as the dildo pushed further into him, barely hitting his prostate. He tightly reached up and gripped your shoulders as he started bouncing on your fake cock.

     "F-fuck, fuck, fuck, f-fuck!! Feels s-so fucking good!" He whimpered out in between high pitched moans as he started bouncing faster after finding his prostate. You bit your lips as you looked up at him, his head thrown back in pleasure as he rode you. He brought one of his hands up to start playing with his nipples, making him moan louder.

     "Fuck baby, you look so goddamn perfect like this. Mommy's pretty little boy." He squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered at your words.

     "Th-thank- fuck!- Thank you m-mommy! Ngh-ah!!" After a few minutes, he started slowing down as his legs started getting tired. You harshly grabbed his hips and played your feet in the mattress, fucking up into him as hard as you could. His mouth fell open and his eyes rolled back in his head in pleasure.

     "A-HA! NGH-Fuck! Mommy!! AH! Gonna cum!! P-please let me cum, please!! I've been s-such a good boy- the b-best boy for you!!" You groaned at his words and started leaving more hickeys down his chest.

     "Cum for me baby, cum for mommy. You always look so pretty when you cum baby." With one last moan, he came all over his stomach and both of your chests. He shakily climbed off your strap after a few more thrusts and leaned down to lick his cum off your chest. After he finished he continued down and removed your strap-on before burying his face between your thighs. Your hand shot to his hair as you felt him start to lick at your clit.

     "F-fuck, baby, you don't have to do anything for me, I'll be alright." He looked up at you through his eyelashes and gave you a precious, innocent smile.

     "I know, I just wanna make mama feel good." You groaned and rolled your head back into the soft pillows as Taeyong moved back down to suck and lick your clit with enthusiasm.

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How the Got Characters Kiss You

How do they kiss? Where, and how much? All these questions will be answered under the cut, my friends. Finally, some frickin sauce on this blog. I’m still working on requests, btw, I added a status to the Masterlist post ^^ 

If this post lacks sauce from your favorite, gently caress my ask box so i can add em!

In this preference, you'll enjoy kisses from: Ned Stark, Robb Stark, Sansa Stark, Jon Snow, Benjen Stark, Jory Cassel, Dolorous Edd, Tormund Giantsbane, Theon Greyjoy, Yara Greyjoy, Daenerys Targaryen, Jorah Mormont, Missandei, Grey Worm, Tywin Lannister, Tyrion Lannister, Jamie Lannister, Sandor Clegane, Bronn, Petyr Baelish, Stannis Baratheon, Davos Seaworth, Margaery Tyrell, Brynden Tully, Edmure Tully, Brienne of Tarth, Ramsay Bolton, Roose Bolton, Oberyn Martell, Beric Dondarrion

NED STARK

When he was courting you, Ned really couldn’t resist giving you a small kiss on your cheek or your hand, especially when you were giving him a charming smile and trying to get him to smile, too. Once you two were properly married, he’ll give you quick pecks on the cheeks and lips when in front of others, and always lots on your hand, especially at gatherings.

In private, Ned would really enjoy longer, slower kisses. If you noticed a gloomy look cross his face, surprising him with one would distract him quite a bit. When you’re snuggling in bed and being more intimate, he wants to hold you close and give you deep, heavy kisses that leave both of you out of breath.

ROBB STARK

Robb’s kisses are eager and sweet, and when he parts from you, he has the happiest, dorkiest smile on his face. He doesn’t mind giving you these kisses in public, as long as it's not at an inappropriate time. In fact, he rather likes it; he wants everyone to know how much he loves you. 

When you two are alone, he’s much saucier, his eager kisses turning more desperate and confident as he brings you to him. He loves to sneak up behind you and pick you up while kissing your ears and neck. Sometimes in the morning he’ll pepper you with lots of sleepy kisses, usually ending with him tickling too much and you having to kick him a bit in revenge.

SANSA STARK

When you two were first starting out, Sansa was more than comfortable holding your hand, walking arm in arm and even a quick kiss to your cheek. The court assumed you two were merely good friends. She was more shy in private, because it was all very new, but as she became more confident Sansa would give you the most kisses during cuddle times. She thought it was fun to give you a lot at once to make you blush. 

When you both are intimate is when she wants longer ones that even have a little biting. She's way too good at finding spots that make you blush and react the most.

JON SNOW

At first, Jon’s kisses were rather shy and unsure, and he definitely didn’t want to do anything like that in front of anyone. Now that you two have been together, he likes the quick kisses you both exchange when you get a moment, and when you both are alone, he doesn’t waste time in giving you a proper one. 

His kisses went from more shy to deep and full of emotion, especially as his comfort and love grew. He really enjoys long cuddle and kissing sessions, especially if he’s worn from the day he’s had. No matter how careful he’d try to be, he’d often get carried away and leave several marks on your neck and chest. Your neck is his favorite spot to kiss and rest his head.

BENJEN STARK

Even when you both were just starting out, you could tell he was holding back with playful pecks and little nips. He can’t show off your relationship in public, so behind closed doors Benjen alternates between taking his time with slow kisses or giving lovebites to any bit of your neck and legs he can get ahold of. You could get lost in the way he pins you down and gives you a long kiss, especially when it’s been so long since you both were together, but his wandering hands always distract you and make you both pull apart for breath. 

He loves to mark up any part of your body, from your neck to your chest and thighs and stomach. Sometimes the bites are more playful and proceeded with kisses, sometimes they’re proper little bruises that are scattered around your skin.

JORY CASSEL

When you two are in more public settings, he’ll give you shy and gentlemanly kisses on your hands or lips, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention. If he’s missing you or feeling a bit lonely, he’d tug you to an empty hall and get a few proper kisses before returning to his duties. When you both are alone, Jory can’t help but give you lots of kisses while you’re reading or in the middle of something. 

He loves long, lingering kisses, especially when he pulls away and gets to see your sweet expression. His favorite place to kiss is wherever makes you giggle the most, but he recently discovered that spot that makes you gasp and grab him, so he’s been taking advantage of that, too.

EDD TOLLETT

Edd may not have the most experience, but he doesn’t lack for enthusiasm. He’ll hold your chin or arm while he gives you a kiss, preferably a long one that leads to you opening your mouth for him. He has kind of a - okay a big weakness for the little noises you make while you both kiss. It makes him really hate the tons of layers he has to wear. 

The problem is he has a habit of initiating these kisses when you both should be working or are in a room that anyone could walk into, so he has to pull away and make some stupid joke to calm himself down. Once you both alone, he wants to finish where he left off. His favorite spots are your hips and stomach because of how much you shiver.

TORMUND GIANTSBANE

Tormund loves you and he wants lots of kisses, anytime, all the time! Sometimes if he’s high energy or just feeling affectionate, he’ll greet you with a deep kiss, regardless of whose around. He doesn’t really get little pecks on the cheeks or hands when he can just pull you in his arms and kiss all over your face and cheeks while you laugh and try to push him off. When you both are drinking with everyone, he especially can’t help throwing an arm around you and giving lots of affection. If you come out of the blue and give him a kiss, he grins like a dork and immediately tries to hold you and deepen it.

Little surprise, he’s just the same when you’re both alone. He really loves kissing inside your legs and from there, up to your breasts and neck. He loves it when his beard makes you giggle, and he totally wants more smooches once you both are cuddling and tired afterward.

THEON GREYJOY

He totally knows when it’s inappropriate to kiss you, but he’ll do it anyway, sometimes resulting in you two getting side-eyed by lords or servants. If the room is especially crowded and busy, and he thinks he can get away with it, he’ll totally move your hair aside and kiss up your neck and shoulders. You usually have to elbow him before anyone catches on. He’s pretty stoked when you initiate the kisses; it’s a big ego boost and eases an insecurities he might have about a lady like you being with him.

Of course, when you both are alone, he can go all out and he likes you give you lots of kisses and hickeys on your neck and body. He’s not big into very sensual or lovey dovey kissing sessions; it’s almost always a prelude to something more.

YARA GREYJOY

Yara only knows teasing kisses that become much deeper, usually followed by bites and tongue. She's not one for quick pecks - it's all or nothing. When she's in the middle of ordering her crew, she won't have patience for PDA, but when it's time to wind down for the evening and enjoy a mug of wine, she expects you in her lap. She has no problem giving you hungry, biting kisses in front of her men, so they know to never mess with you. 

She's much of the same in private, except you'll get far more love bites, and not just on your neck. Yara would definitely be pleased with you not covering them up the next day. As much as she enjoys your mouth, she likes leaving all sorts of marks on your breasts.

DAENERYS TARGARYEN

While she really enjoys any of your kisses, she can’t get them as much as she wants during the way. She has to put up a strong front as a khaleesi and queen, after all, but she loves any kisses you two steal when no one is around. She’d want a proper one, deep on the lips - none of these little pecks on the cheek or hand.

When you two are alone, Dany really wants to make up for lost time. If she’s been feeling frustrated, she’ll want rougher, longer kisses that lead to running hands up each other’s bodies and eventually ending up on the bed. If she’s in a more romantic and relaxed mood, she likes cuddling and kissing wherever she can get at, especially the places you’re ticklish. She’s the worst about abusing your tickle spots.

JORAH MORMONT

Jorah’s glad to kiss your cheek or hand when you two are busy throughout the day, but when he kisses your lips, he wants something much deeper. He wants to get lost in them, holding you and running a hand down your back. So naturally, he waits until you both are alone to do so. Jorah would be perfectly content with a long make-out session, complete with lots of cuddling and praising - he really just melts in situations like that.

He’s happy to kiss wherever you please, but his personal favorite spots are your cute lips and warm thighs. He only feels a liiiittle bad if you complain about having to hide hickeys on your neck, honestly he’ll leave them wherever makes you squirm the most.

MISSANDEI

Missandei’s kisses started as sweet, but a little unsure. She’d be fine giving you kisses on the cheek or neck, but she’d prefer you to initiate kisses on the lips, at least at first. For a while she was very shy about you kissing her in public, especially in front of Danaerys and her council, but then she began to like the idea of you being proud of the relationship and not wanting to hide it.

When you two are alone, she really started to enjoy sitting in your lap while you two kissed, even if it was just little ones, and goodnight kisses are a must. She enjoys giving pecks to your collarbone and neck because of how warm they feel.

GREY WORM

He was very bashful of your attention at first, unsure of what to do, but he knew he liked it. He started to really like kisses on his cheek, because he swore he could feel it all day, and he began to do the same with you. It would take time for him to get used to exactly how to kiss and where, and he’d appreciate your gentle instruction once you both were alone.

His favorite thing is to kiss your forehead or brow in the morning, especially when you’re half-asleep and you squint your face into that cute expression. Sometimes when you’re working he likes to sit next to you and surprise you with a kiss, just so you’ll make more cute faces.

TYWIN LANNISTER

He’s quite stern about minimizing public affection with you, especially in the court of King’s Landing, but if you ask sweetly he’ll relent with a quick kiss to your cheek or lips. He’ll often bring your fingers to his lips, though, especially during feasts and galas. If you visit him in the Tower of the Hand, he’s more receptive to proper kisses, but he’ll just tell you to be patient if you try for anything more. 

Once you two are in your shared chambers, Tywin will give you deep, sometimes harsh kisses that end with him leaving love bites on your neck or chest. It matters little to him if you’ll have to cover it the next day; if anything, he’s amused when you get flustered by it. If he’s been feeling irritated or jealous, he’ll purposefully leave ones that’ll take a few days to fade.

TYRION LANNISTER

Initially, Tyrion wasn’t sure if you were comfortable with him giving you lots of public attention. He still has his insecurities, after all, but when you began to kiss his cheek in front of the court while you said goodbye or would kiss his hand after he made you giggle, he became more confident. Now he takes a special pleasure in giving you sweet pecks during feasts and in court, so everyone knows how happy you two are.

When you both are alone, Tyrion is even more affectionate and is happy for you to be the same. He loves it when you give him a deep kiss when he’s stressed from work, and when you’re feeling tired, he’ll kiss and spoil you all over until you feel better.

JAMIE LANNISTER

Both you and Jamie were careful to not show any outward affection in court, but sometimes he wouldn't be able to help himself and he’d pull you into an empty hall to give you a deep and needy kiss. Alone he’d like to give you even more, biting your lips and ears and neck, leaving marks and teasing you to be quieter. 

When he returned from being captured, he suddenly didn’t mind taking your hand and kissing your cheek, but there was a somberness to it. When you both are alone, he’ll pull you close by the waist and softly kiss your and nuzzle into your neck. He’d start to appreciate just cuddling and having long kisses, especially when you initiate it, so he knows you still love and want him.

SANDOR CLEGANE

Any kisses you’d give to his cheek or his lips would startle him, as he wouldn’t be used to the affection at all, and he wouldn’t want to show it openly. He wouldn’t want the court to look down on you, being with someone like him. Still, he craved it, and sometimes in an empty hall he’d hold you so tight it almost hurt, and he’d greedily return whatever you gave him. 

Once you two were alone he’d have all that pent-up frustration and longing to let out. Sandor is always rough and messy with his bites and kisses, but he’d slow down if you began to kiss his scars and stroke him lovingly (just a little slower, tho). He gets very flustered with your sweeter and more sensual kisses.

BRONN OF BLACKWATER

If you don't care about gratuitous PDA, then Bronn will just help himself, kisses are obviously included in this package. He loves to keep you in place in his lap or against the wall while he kisses up your chest, to your neck, then finally getting your lips. It's always rather quick and rough; he only slows down to give you a harsh love bite that he'll keep coming back to so it stays. Bronn couldn't care if someone walked in, he'd just ignore them.

He's essentially the same in private, but he'll be stripping your clothes away to leave rough kisses there. It's a bit hard to pull him in a sweeter or sensual kiss because he's just not used to it, it'd have to be when he's dozing off or just waking up.

PETYR BAELISH

In front of the court, Petyr is a perfect gentleman with you. He knows exactly how much affection is appropriate, which is usually just chaste pecks to the cheek or hand. Even before you two were married, he took little risk, only giving you kisses on your hair or hands while he escorted you somewhere.

Being alone with him was utterly different. Sometimes he’d steal a passionate kiss in an empty hall, but that was rarely enough. Once you two were in his private chambers in the brothel or your shared home, he’d want to make up for plenty of lost time. He’d want you in his lap so he could shower you with bites and rough kisses that made you squirm. Petyr was rarely gentle when it was just the two of you; there’s always a sort of desperation to his actions that make you wonder if he worried you’d disappear.

STANNIS BARATHEON

No surprise, Stannis is a bit shy about any public kisses unless it’s a stressful situation … or you’re just being particularly lovely. He’d give kisses on your hand, maybe on top of your head, and maaaybe a proper kiss if you initiate it, but it’d be quick. While he’d truly appreciate the affection, he’d take some time to get used to it, and he’s not big on PDA to begin with so it’ll never be overly loveydovey.

In private, he’s much more open to giving and receiving kisses, and he’d prefer if you initiated it (it makes him feel very loved). He’s especially weak when you hold his face and kiss from his jaw to his lips. It’s when you two are intimate that he especially likes deep kisses that last until you’re short of breath, and he often leaves several on your neck and - when he’s down there - the insides of your thighs.

DAVOS SEAWORTH

He’d always want to give you a kiss goodbye, preferably on your lips, but he’d settle for cheeks if you both were in a more proper situation. He loves it when you initiate kisses of any kind, but especially if you pull him into a deep one before he has to go somewhere. 

When you’re alone, Davos will give you several kisses as the mood strikes him, which is often. When you get him in bed and you’re wanting something more, he was bashful at first, but then grew to love how affectionate you were. His favorite spot was your chest because your skin was so warm and flushed, and he could hear your heart beating.

MARGAERY TYRELL

Since the whole court believes you two are great gal pals, Margaery takes advantage of this by giving you little pecks on your cheek throughout the day, sometimes kissing quite close to your lips if she’s feeling daring. Once you two are finally alone, she wants lots of sweet ones, lots of deep ones, just lots of kissing in general. Sometimes she likes to turn a chaste kiss you give to something more, holding your face and urging your lips to part, just so she can grin at your flushed cheeks once she pulls away.

Goodnight and good morning kisses are non-negotiable. Margaery will give a love bite for each one you leave, so watch out. Sometimes if she’s feeling mischievous, she’ll kiss your ear or neck real quick while people aren’t paying attention.

BRYNDEN TULLY

In public, he likes to give you kisses on your cheek or your brow, but he’s more open at feasts or tourneys, when less people are paying attention to you two. Then he wouldn’t mind getting a proper kiss, albeit a short one. If he’s in an especially good mood and had several drinks, he’d risk kissing your neck or shoulder, just to see you blush.

In private, Brynden likes having you in his lap so he can reach your lips and neck better. If you’re feeling up to it, he’d want to slip your dress down to kiss down to your cleavage. It’s also his favorite spot once you two are in bed.

EDMURE TULLY

He dotes on you all the time anyway, so of course he likes to kiss your hands, cheeks and lips whenever he can get away with it. Even in front of his bannerlords, he'll forget himself and give you a kiss goodbye or in greeting. 

When you both are alone, he can get really lost in your kisses and you have to teasingly remind him to get back to his duties. He’ll happily spend as much time as you want making out, especially when you two are just lounging after a long day. He really loves it when your hair is tied up, so he can kiss your neck and down your back.

BRIENNE OF TARTH

Before you two were together, you liked to give her kisses on the cheek in lieu of thanks, mostly because it flustered her to death. It still kind of does, but now Brienne will turn her head and properly kiss you if you both are alone. She prefers to remain vigilant while guarding you, so affection in public is limited to occasional kisses on the hand. You think it's very cute and knightly of her.

In private, Brienne really loves any kisses you have to offer, even if she was initially shy in returning them. She enjoys kissing along your shoulders and back, especially when you two bathe.

RAMSAY BOLTON

Ramsay’s kisses can be summed up in two words: Hungry and desperate. He never kisses lightly. It’s always sudden and deep, and he’s quick to want to pin your tongue or bite your lips. It doesn’t really matter if you two can be seen, he wants others to see what he can do to you. 

When you two are alone and more intimate, he wants to bite and kiss all over, and he’s got the damn determination to pin you down and leave marks on any spot he can get at. He’s especially excited when he draws blood, because he can kiss and lick it up. Your neck is the first place that gets the rough treatment, because he loves feeling how your throat moves when you moan.

ROOSE BOLTON

While most of the other Lords wouldn’t think Roose would be capable of such things, he’s quite physically affectionate when it comes to you, and kissing is no exception. In public, the most he’ll do is kiss your hands, but he welcomes any you have to give him, especially since it shocks so many people.  

When you’re both in your chambers, he’s far more willing to kiss whatever part of you he happens to be desiring. Sometimes he’ll pin you to a wall and kiss and suck your neck and lips until your jelly, other times he’ll give sweet kisses leading from your lips to your chest. You really don’t know what you’ll get until he does it.

OBERYN MARTELL

Oberyn always wants kisses, and he wants them everywhere and all the time. A bit of an exaggeration, but not far off. He loves the light morning kisses that turn into something more, catching you in the hall midday and peppering you with lots of playful ones, pulling you into his lap at dinner and kissing all over your neck and cheeks, and lots of sensual ones at night that cover your whole body. 

The Martell prince just really can’t keep his mouth to himself, and he delights in any you give back to him. If he was really pressed to pick favorites, he’d love the kisses he gives your neck and chest because of the sounds you make, especially when he starts biting.

BERIC DONDARRION

Beric wants lots of sweet kisses between the two of you, and he doesn't care who sees. He'll even initiate deeper, passionate ones when you both around the campfire, totally ignoring his men whistling and teasing. He loves to show off how much you two love each other. 

If you ask him where his favorite spot to kiss is, it'll change every day. He just likes your different reactions to how he kisses and where he bites. Giving him a surprise kiss out of nowhere during the day or when he first wakes up will make his brain short circuit a little.

[bittersweetmelxdy]

hey so I’ve been stalking your blog & I loved the scenario where MC hides behind Victor, could I request one for Gavin? (love love lobe you work btw❤️❤️ thanks so much for sharing your writing)

Now, I’m pretty sure ‘Irrational Behaviours’ is to date the most liked request I’ve ever had, so a parallel of this was quite a hard act to follow. But this does read different to ‘Irrational Behaviours’, but’s that’s just because each of the boys has a very different relationship with MC. Also, if you’re wondering about this hyper specific situation.... this may have happened to me... like last week. Mum and I had to shake the entire bed out the next day because I couldn’t sleep. Anyway ramble over, hope you like it xxx

Title: Danger comes in... threes? Pairing: Gavin x MC Words: 1,789

Gavin woke up to the feeling you tossing and turning in your sleep, and he jolted out of sleep, his fight or flight response immediately kicking in. When he realised you weren’t in danger, you were just overheating, he breathed a sigh of relief and after noting your flushed skin he glanced over at the open window. His soft smile grew as he watched the curtains flutter and a cool breeze eased through the window dancing around your sleeping figure, and your figure relaxed as your temperature decreased. After watching your form rise and fall steadily for a few moments, ingraining the image in his mind despite how many countless nights he’d spent with you like this. He was so focused on the stillness of your figure that he wasn’t even aware he’d drifted off to sleep.

Gavin woke up, grasping for your form to draw it closer to him, and he jolted awake once again when he felt nothing but thin air. He sat up quickly, throwing the blanket off the bed, revealing nothing but confirming the fact he was alone. Quickly switching into work mode, Gavin quieted his breathing and took in his surroundings. Hearing sounds of someone shuffling around his kitchen, Gavin, still on his guard padded downstairs to your shared kitchen, keeping his footfalls silent as he drew closer. To his utmost relief the person he was hearing in his kitchen was none other than his wife, you were humming along as you danced around the kitchen, getting breakfast ready for the two of you. Silently, he approached you, surprising you as he wrapped his arms around your waist, tugging you backwards into his chest, and resting his chin atop your head.

“Gavin!” you giggled, resting your hands on his forearms, “Good morning.”

“Morning Love.” Gavin kissed the top of your head, and after detangling from you, he and you made breakfast together in companionable silence.

But soon after the morning rush began, you ran around gathering papers and folders, and Gavin noticing your ‘List Notebook’ on the shoe cabinet by the door, picked it up as he knew you never left the house without it. He allowed you to run around the house, but after hearing you sigh in frustration a couple of times, he decided to ask you what you were looking for.

“Love, what are you looking for?”

“Gavin,” you pouted appearing in the entryway, “Have you seen my-” Gavin held up the notebook and shook it gently it front of you.

“I’m a mess, aren’t I?” you sighed, placing your shoes on your feet.

“Yeah but you’re my mess.” Gavin laughed, knocking his knuckles lightly on your head, and snagging his keys, as the two of you left the house.

Gavin dropped you off opposite of the company, the early morning hour meaning the streets were pretty deserted. So, after glancing around, Gavin drew you close his hands on your hips, and pressed a kiss to your lips, your breaths mingling as you slowly pulled away. You smiled, eyes shining in affection, as Gavin picked up your hands, intertwining your fingers and lifting them up between the two of you. Gavin pressed a kiss right atop the shining silver wedding band on your ring finger.

“I’ll see you at home later.” with his lips still brushing your knuckles, Gavin looked up at you.

You nodded while, smiling brightly at him, “Yeah, see you later Gavin.” then you let go, and crossed the road to your company, stopping at the door to wave at him.

Gavin laughed at the childlike enthusiasm in which you waved at him, and shook his head restarting Sparky and heading off to work.

Later that day Gavin, tired from both patrol and missions, flipped the kickstand on Sparky and trudged slowly towards the front door. Unlocking it, he leaned on the wall, slumping against it as he pulled off his shoes, throwing his keys haphazardly atop the shoe cabinet, he forcibly expelled the air from his lungs, trying to expel the tension still present in his shoulders.

“Gavin, that you?” you called, from the kitchen, appearing soon after, decked in an apron and a messy bun atop your head.  

Looking up the vision that was the love of his life, Gavin wasted no time in gathering you into his arms, nuzzling his nose against yours, “I’m home.”

“Welcome home,” you giggled, welcoming him home with your affection, “come on! I need you to taste for me.”

Gavin allowed himself to be pulled by you through the house, until he was situated in front of a bubbling pot. You dipped a teaspoon in the concoction and brought it up to his lips, Gavin leaned forward dipping his head to cover the spoon with his mouth. He thought about it for a minute, reaching towards the salt container throwing a pinch inside. You watched proud, reminiscing a time when the two of you were dating and Gavin wouldn’t tell you because he worried he would upset you, and you were glad he trusted you enough to voice his opinions.  

The two of you spent the evening in a quiet companionship, after eating dinner, you noticed Gavin’s wandering attention as you washed up the dishes, so you cut off the story you were telling him and laid your hand on his forearm, redirecting his focus back to you.

“Gavin, work really that hard today? You haven’t  

“What? No-I mean, yeah... but I was listening. I promise.” Gavin started, his eyes wide in panic, but you were quick to reassure him.

“Gavin let’s go to bed... no, no, it’s fine Gavin, let me look after you.” you threw puppy dog eyes at him, blinking slowly. Gavin grumbled, trying to avoid your eyesight, but you gripped his face locking eyes with him, and softening his resolve.

“...Fine.” Gavin spun around to replace the dishes in the cupboard, choosing to ignore your quiet ‘yes!’ in the background.

The two of you prepared yourself for bed, taking turns in the shower and when Gavin returned, towel over his shoulders, he watched you climb into bed, snuggling into the blankets as he proceeded to open the window, so it would be easier for you to sleep. He then joined you in bed, pressing a kiss to your forehead and the two of you settled down, and the exhaustion of the day finally caught up to Gavin as he soon succumbed to sleep.

Of all the things that Gavin expected to wake him up, the sounds of your scream and you bolting from the bed, was definitely very very low on the list. Gavin blearily rubbed the sleep from his eyes, focusing on the darkness of the room, locating your figure in an instant. He swung his legs over the edge yawning as he did so, once he realised you were trembling, crouching close to the floor, he became more alert.

“Hey, you alright what’s wrong?”

“T-t-t-t-the bed, it’s on the bed!” you were shaking like a leaf, pointing at the bed.

“What is it, come on its late, let’s go back to bed.”, he grabbed your hands to lead you back, but to his surprise you dug your heels in, pushing against him.

“No, no no! Gavin I’m not going back there!” you struggled, and Gavin soon became at a loss of what to do.

“Love, it’s fine, if it’s a bad dream I’m here...” Gavin continued to try and pull you towards him, despite the struggling.

A sickening shudder ran through your body, your spine becoming ramrod straight in an instant. Your eyes flooded with tears, most spilling over and running down your cheeks, as you felt a flutter in your hair. Ripping your hands from Gavin’s, you then launched yourself at him, and despite his usually quick reflexes, the rollercoaster of emotions had so thrown him off that you knocked him to the floor. Luckily for him, your hands had wrapped around his head and it cushioned the fall, however the pain barely registered as you were still shaking uncontrollably.

“Gavin, get it out!”

“What?” Gavin was still dazed and confused from the fall, that he wasn’t quite putting all the pieces together.

“It’s in my hair!” You buried your face in his neck. “Get it out!”

“Okay, okay.” Gavin gently carded his hand through your hair, pulling back once he felt the twitching insect, and pinching its leg and removing it from your hair, and then patted your head with his other hand, “There, there, it’s out.”

“Throw it outside!”

“Now?” a teasing lilt bled into his tone, as a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.

“Right now!”

“Well, I can’t if you don’t get off me.” you pulled back, glaring as Gavin fully smirked at you.

“Gavin, not the time!” you shakily climbed off him, sitting back and watching as he stood up and threw the bug outside, pulling the window until it was only open a sliver.

Clapping his hands to dust them off, he approached you hoping to coax you back to bed now the threat was over, when he was stopped by you outstretching your hands halting his movements, “Love, the insect’s gone.”

“Wash your hands.”

“... You’re kidding, right?”

“Gavin don’t even think of putting your hands on me again if you don’t wash them right now.” you were stern in tone and your eyes were blazing.

“Love-”

“Gavin. Hands.” You pointed at the bathroom, and Gavin resignedly went to wash his hands, however once at the sink he couldn’t resist his next tease.

“You know it’s probably more scared of you than-”

“Gavin finish that and you’re sleeping on the couch.” you glared at Gavin as he returned and he pantomimed zipping his mouth closed, winking at you, before stopping beside you.

“You changed the sheets?”

You turned to the bedsheets, clenching your fists tightly, “I can, I don’t know... I just won’t be able to sleep unless we change them.”

Gavin placed his warm hand atop your head, “Don’t worry, now my darling wife, can we finally go back to bed.” at your assent, he smiled warmly, and you offered him a shaky one in return.

Once settled in bed once again, you yawned, burying your head in his chest and he wrapped his arms around you, your legs entangling beneath the sheets. Breathing in the sweet scent of your hair, he couldn’t help his final comment.

“I wouldn’t have let it eat you, you know.”

“With how deeply you were sleeping, I would’ve been eaten before you even realised.” your retort resulting in sleepy giggles from the both of you, as you both drifted back to sleep, safely in each other’s arms.

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 253: That Good Angst

Previously on BnHA: The villain Ending, whose name in retrospect is hella melodramatic for a guy whose power is MAKING ROAD MARKINGS COME TO LIFE, kidnapped Natsuo and then deservedly got his ass kicked by three teenagers. Endeavor won the manga’s coveted Best Hug award, made up by me just now, and then gave one of the best monologues in the whole series, basically owning up to all his crimes and saying he doesn’t want or deserve his son’s forgiveness. And he didn’t get it either, which was excellent. Instead, he announced to his kids that he was building them a new home for them to go live in with their mother and without him. Meanwhile Katsuki was all, “btw I’ve decided on my new hero name,” and the ENTIRE FANDOM was all “!!!!” until he went on to say, “but I ain’t revealing SHIT until I’ve told it to Best Jeanist,” which caused everyone to collectively wince and awkwardly glance at each other wondering who’s going to break it to him. Uh.

Today on BnHA: hAHAHAHAHHA.

Sorry, I forgot to turn my capslock back off. Anyways, so we return to U.A. and everything is all “HAPPY NEW YEAR IIDA!” and “STILL ON ABOUT THAT UNREQUITED LOVE THING, HUH OCHAKO?” and “LOOKS LIKE THAT SCAMPISH IMP BAKUGOU IS AT IT AGAIN!” and all the usual stuff. We then have a complete switch of gears, and I seriously mean like the GEAR SWITCH TO END ALL GEAR SWITCHES, as we cut to Aizawa and Mic driving to Tartarus! Why are they driving to Tartarus you ask? Well it’s because they got a call from Naomasa and he was all “hey, so you know your deceased childhood friend from chapters 59 through 65 of Vigilantes? Well IT TURNS OUT I HAVE A FUNNY STORY ABOUT THAT.” Anyway so the rest of this chapter can basically be summed up as (1) LOL SO KUROGIRI WAS REALLY SHIRAKUMO ALL ALONG, and (2) AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

btw the whole reason I spoiled myself in the first place was because my dumbass id was all “WE SHOULD CHECK IF THEY MENTION THE HERO NAME” and I was like “YES” and just immediately lost all self-control. like it wasn’t an accidental click or anything; I was fully aware of what I was doing. lord knows what I would have done if I actually had been spoiled about the hero name lol. that would have been so much worse than the spoiler I actually got, so yeah. just stupid decisions all around. anyways how are you

no BnHA thumbnails on the Mangastream homepage today. must mean Kacchan didn’t make any good faces. ah well

lmao the chapter is literally titled “Shirakumo.” well I guess I wasn’t spoiled much after all. I did catch a half-glimpse (I was trying not to look; like, I had my fingers covering my eyes and was peeking through them. again, I’m not really sure what I was trying to accomplish in the first place honestly) of what seemed to be Aizawa with a shocked expression on his face though, so that’s why I was so convinced Kumo was somehow coming back from the dead or something. WE SHALL SEE

MY FORMULA 1 SON!!

lol I’m having one of those Berenstein moments. like. he didn’t always have those huge exhaust pipes running out from his sides and from either leg, right? those are just for this cover. or else something new and fancy he just added to his suit. right??

anyway so yes, Iida is the color page this week, just as we all expected from a chapter titled “Shirakumo”

“WINTER BREAK WAS OVER IN A FLASH” oh man. ain’t that always the way

wow I’ve really missed U.A. like, we’re cutting to these panels of USJ and the stadium, and it’s so fucking nostalgic geez. we weren’t even gone that long

Deku’s voiceover is talking about how they only have three months left in their “tumultuous” first year. ha. tumultuous. if Deku hadn’t met up with All Might, he could have easily fallen back on a career in PR; he’s got a gift for phrasing things diplomatically

Iida is wishing everyone a happy new year! happy new year Iida!!

he’s announcing that their class will be an action report meeting, which apparently means everyone’s gonna share what they learned over the winter break

but now he’s telling everyone to come down to Field Alpha, which Mangastream annoyingly spelled out with the Greek symbol α, forcing me to look it up because I’m sorry but I don’t speak math. ?? like what is this

now Aizawa’s sliding the door open all CRANKY because he’s MISSING HIS NAP

but Mina is all smooth like,

Mina could also have had a promising future in PR. well it’ll still serve them well in their hero careers too

oh my lord

WHAT is that FACE, Iida. just what. is that an eyebrow waggle. what the fuck. he looks like the next words out of his mouth were going to be “sliding into people’s dms”

jokes’s on you Horikoshi!! you think a panel like this will stop my “stupid sexy Iida” jokes? IT ONLY MAKES ME LOVE HIM MORE

oh? someone on the loudspeaker is calling Aizawa and summoning him to the faculty room. I wonder what this could be about. probably nothing!

now we’re cutting to the changing room and the girls are admiring Ochako’s new costume!

I’ll add an ETA later where I actually analyze the changes in her costume. right now let’s just pretend like I’m aware of what actually changed. I swear I pay attention to things. by the way, why would the suitcase get heavy? her quirk can be applied to anything can’t it?

(ETA: so the costume changes are (1) an upgrade to her gauntlets, and (2) an upgrade to her headset. so anyway that’s pretty cool, even if it was really only brought up in this chapter so that we could get that SWEET YA ROMANCE DRAMA. which I know annoys some people, but at this point I feel like Horikoshi only throws it in because he’s expected to, and the way he does it is so adorably reluctant that I can’t help but enjoy it at this point lol.)

OH MY GOD

OCHAKO YOU KEPT DEKU’S CHRISTMAS PRESENT TO YOU IN YOUR HERO COSTUME FOR GOOD LUCK, OH MY GOD. (1) YOU ARE THE LITERAL CUTEST, (2) IT’S TIMES LIKE THIS I’M GLAD I SHIP BASICALLY EVERYTHING BECAUSE THIS IS A DELIGHT, and (3) MINA’S REACTION TO THIS IS ABOUT TO BE MY FAVORITE THING OF ALL TIME, SO LET’S COUNT DOWN TO IT IN 3... 2...

okay but before we click to the next page, I just need to draw everyone’s attention to the background of that Jirou panel, where I’m pretty sure that is Ochako acquiring Hagakure’s quirk in a moment of transcendent desperation, much like how parents are able to summon incredible strength in times of crisis to lift cars off of their trapped children and shit. we are witnessing the next stage of human evolution over here

-- oh fuck me

hello, Horikoshi? yes, this was supposed to be a cute moment of teens being teens and giggling over high school crushes. did you not get the memo. what are you doing here with this sucker punch of feels right to my fucking kidneys. why would you do that. why does this panel of Ochako make me want to fucking cry, I did not ask for this

(ETA: but like also, you see how he just instantly drops the subject less than a panel later lol. like “THERE’S YOUR ROMANCE PLOT, OKAY?? NOW BACK TO THE REANIMATED BRAINWASHED CHILDHOOD FRIENDS ARC.”)

meanwhile in the boy’s locker room! so apparently word has spread about Deku mastering Bloopwhip!

so Ojiro is evidently fucking ripped under that karate gi. Ojiro, this one corner of a panel with you facing away from the screen is possibly the most interesting thing you’ve ever done. have you considered what a costume change might do for your image. I’m just saying

lmao Deku

I have never in my life found the idea of Villain Deku even remotely convincing until this exact moment. jesus christ. Deku are you sure there isn’t a little piece of AFO horcrux soul in you right at this moment. just wondering. if it was Kaminari doing this, the headline for this chapter would be “KAMINARI 100% CONFIRMED THE TRAITOR” and even I would find myself hard-pressed to argue at this point

anyway, the hero we deserve is stepping in to bring him back to reality sob

(ETA: I’m not even going to check the bnha tag to see if there is discourse about this, because I already know!! because clearly this is a very serious panel which should be taken 100% seriously!! anyway I’m not even going to go here lol.)

it’s okay kids I’m already dialing 911. Kacchan, honey, come here. listen, we need to put you in a time out. I love you but you can’t just go around throwing your spiky headgear at people like a fucking tomahawk, and also what the fuck is that thing even made of jesus christ

sob is Deku actually fucking dead

and so, while the girls were having cute shoujo drama about a romantic All Might plush, over in the boy’s locker room an actual murder was going down

FSDKDJL

I can’t. stop laughing. I

and the way they’re all just staring at him and clearly have no idea what to fucking do at this point. “so should we just... leave it in, then?” lmao Horikoshi what the fuck kind of substance did you ingest before you went and drew this. I need me some of that

(ETA: and now that I’ve mostly stopped laughing, I would also just like to point out that he is essentially saying “I just had to stop thinking so hard about it and just do it”, which I’ve only been saying SINCE FOREVER, DEKU, but sure go ahead and don’t listen to me then!)

ALL MIGHT IS...

WHY, YOU ASK? WHO CARES!!

lol apparently it’s a pun. someone go over there and check to make sure this All Might isn’t actually a bunch of Mirios hidden underneath a trench coat

anyway so they’re completely unimpressed, because they’re all jaded fucking teenagers with no souls, and they’re asking where Aizawa is

is this the part where we slide right back into the angst after our brief humorous interlude with the kiddos. because I am ready. bring it

OOOOH HERE WE GO, LOOK AT THIS TENSION

SO HERE WE HAVE MIC ACTUALLY TELLING AIZAWA TO SHUT THE FUCK UP, AND IT’S CONFIRMED, THE WORLD IS ENDING

and look at Aizawa’s body language. arms crossed, fingers tapping anxiously, gritting his teeth. fucking Mic has to tell him to calm down. jesus christ. anyway so Aizawa angst is apparently MY DRUG you guys, and Horikoshi you can go right ahead and INJECT THAT SHIT STRAIGHT INTO MY VEINS

AHHHHHHH

OHHHHHH THAT’S GOOD. I might need someone to come and slap me in the face in another minute just to make sure I can continue here

-- HOLD UP, WHAT

THAT SOUND YOU HEAR IS THE SOUND OF MY MENTAL BRAKES SCREECHING TO A FUCKING HALT, EVERYONE HOLD THE FUCK UP WHILE I DO A QUICK MENTAL ROLL CALL OF THE VILLAIN CAST AT USJ. FUCK ME, PLEASE TELL ME HE WASN’T THE NOUMU. BUT ASIDE FROM HIM AND TOMURA, AND THE FACELESS NO-NAME VILLAINS, THAT ONLY LEAVES... OKAY MY BRAIN JUST SERIOUSLY FROZE UP WHILE PROCESSING THIS, BECAUSE NO FUCKING WAY

fuck me fuck me FUCK ME

there is no fucking way it can really be Kurogiri, can it?? Kumo didn’t have a portal quirk. but All For One, though?? but no wait because we know he didn’t have that quirk because he had to use the other teleportation one instead. John’s or whoever’s

so then the only other option is the Noumu. could this be the start of the Noumu arc at long last?! oh my godddddd I’m about to get up out of my seat and just jump around for a second to get all my nerves out. ahhhhhhh

Horikoshi knew full well what he was doing titling the chapter “Shirakumo” and then teasing us with this incredibly tense buildup, too. I have actual fucking chills

oh my god IT REALLY IS THE NOUMU ISN’T IT

I HATE AND LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS SIMULTANEOUSLY, IT IS THE WEIRDEST FEELING. IT’S BOTH INVIGORATING AND TERRIFYING HOLY SHIT

I WANTED THIS. I KNEW IT WAS GONNA BE DARK. I WANTED IT SO BAD AND I COULDN’T WAIT FOR IT AND NOW IT’S FINALLY HAPPENING AND WHAT A FUCKING WAY TO KICK IT OFF I JUST!!!

AHHHHH

DON’T MIND ME PLEASE CONTINUE AND IGNORE ALL OF MY SILENT SCREAMING!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

AIZAWA IS ABOUT TO LOSE HIS FUCKING MIND. HIS CLOSEST FRIEND WAS DESECRATED AND VIOLATED IN AN UNIMAGINABLE WAY AND TRANSFORMED INTO SOMETHING UNRECOGNIZABLE WITH ALL TRACES OF HUMANITY LOST, AND THIS WHOLE TIME HE THOUGHT HE WAS FUCKING DEAD. THEY DON’T EVEN HAVE A THERAPY FOR THAT, PEOPLE. THAT IS THE KIND OF ANGST THERE’S NO COMING BACK FROM

ANYWAY, SO THERE’S THAT SHOCKED AIZAWA FACE I CAUGHT A GLIMPSE OF YESTERDAY, NOW WITH HORRIFIC CONTEXT, AND IF ANYONE NEEDS ME I’LL JUST BE HERE IN THE CORNER SETTING MY KEYBOARD TO PERMANENT CAPSLOCK, AND UPDATING MY SEXUAL ORIENTATION TO ��THE FUCKED-UP AIZAWA ANGST IN THIS CHAPTER” BECAUSE THAT’S APPARENTLY WHAT IT IS AND ALL THIS TIME I NEVER KNEW

OH GODDDDD

BRB UPDATING MY ORIENTATION AGAIN TO “MIC’S COMFORTING HAND ON AIZAWA’S SHOULDER AS AIZAWA STRUGGLES TO HOLD ON TO THE LAST OF HIS COMPOSURE WHILE TRYING AND FAILING TO PROCESS THIS UNFATHOMABLY HEINOUS THING THAT’S ABOUT TO BE REVEALED”

(ETA: and also!! the fact that either Mic’s hand is shaking, or Aizawa is shaking so badly that it’s affecting Mic’s hand on his shoulder too! either way how the hell am I not literally dead after reading this chapter, I don’t even know.)

WAIT WHAT!!!!

THE CORE?! SO WAIT, IS IT KUROGIRI THEN??? OR WHAT?!

(ETA: I know I’m just inserting random commentary all over the place at this point, but like, can we also talk about how Naomasa looks like he hasn’t slept in eleven years?? this is taking such a toll on his soul here and it’s heartbreaking.)

OH MY GOD!!!!!

I WISH I COULD BETTER DESCRIBE THIS FEELING BECAUSE IT’S REALLY SOMETHING!! I’M SO EXCITED AND AT THE SAME TIME FULLY AWARE OF HOW I’M DELIGHTING IN THE PAIN OF THESE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS, SO IT’S LIKE THIS GUILTY SADISTIC GLEE AND AT THE SAME TIME SHOCK AND EXCITEMENT AND DAMN NEAR A KIND OF ELATION AT BEING FULLY TAKEN FOR A RIDE BY THIS EPIC FUCKING TWIST. IT’S GOOD SHIT

SDLKFJASLKDFJ;LKS

(ETA: so if they can trace quirk factors like this, they should be able to do it with the other Noumu they have in captivity, and also with any dead Noumus they’ve collected as well, yes? including the one that Stain killed a few months back? like, don’t mind me, I’m just sitting here trying to calculate the Six Degrees of Bakuangst for this plotline seeing as my brain, as ever, is focused on one thing and one thing only.

and so if they have managed to ID some of the Noumus, would that info maybe be on the Hero Network? meaning Endeavor would have access? would the interns then have access too? or if not, is his password something easily guessable, like Shouto’s birthday or something? will I ever stop running out of hypothetical scenarios along these lines? doesn’t seem likely as of now.)

“SEVERAL DIFFERENT QUIRK FACTORS” HOLY SHIT, AFO. THAT MANIAC. THIS WHOLE TIME MY RESPECTED DOCTOR OF MEDICINE WAS REALLY A HIGH SCHOOL DROPOUT WHO GOT CONKED ON THE HEAD BY SOME FALLING ROCKS ONE DAY. THE GRANDDADDY OF ALL TWISTS!! THIS TWIST WAS CONCEIVED IN THE BOOK OF GENESIS!!

AND BY THE WAY, THANK YOU AGAIN TO THAT ANON, BECAUSE HOLY SHIT THE EMOTIONAL IMPACT IS FUCKING RAW. ONCE I FINALLY COME DOWN FROM THIS BIZARRE HIGH I’M GOING TO CRY FOR AIZAWA BECAUSE HE IS HURTING SO BAD RIGHT NOW AND I CAN’T EVEN, SOMEONE SAVE HIMMMM

WELL FOLKS. THERE IT IS. HORIKOSHI FINALLY HOOKING US UP WITH THAT GOOD ANGST. THE PLOT THAT WAS PROMISED. THE ANGST THAT WAS AVOWED. YOU GUYS I CAN’T BELIEVE AIZAWA SHOUTA WAS SHIGARAKI TOMURA’S FUCKING UNCLE THIS WHOLE FUCKING TIME. HOLY SHIT

AND YOOOO I JUST HAD A BUNCH OF THOUGHTS THAT I CAN BARELY EVEN PROCESS RIGHT NOW BECAUSE THIS REVELATION OPENS UP SO MANY NEW DOORS NOW ALL OF A SUDDEN THOUGH. BUT LIKE, IF AFO AND UJIKO WERE IN THE BUSINESS OF TAKING CHILDREN’S CORPSES AND REVIVING THEM AND INFUSING THEM WITH UPGRADED QUIRKS AND NO MEMORIES OF THEIR PRIOR LIVES, THEN HOLY FUCKING SHIT, WHAT IF A CERTAIN TODOROKI SIBLING REALLY DID FUCKING DIE AND HAS ACTUALLY BEEN A PUPPET OF AFO’S THIS ENTIRE TIME OH MY GOD. THIS CHAPTER IS JUST!!!

(ETA: yeah I actually have a lot of thinking to do about this one, because holy shit. I mean there must be a reason we’re getting this reveal directly on the heels of the Todoangst Arc with all of its talk about Touya and how dead he is, right? god I’m still trying to wrap my head around it all. this stupid manga!!)

AND AIZAWA’S FACE. THE WAY HE’S COVERING HIS MOUTH AS THOUGH TRYING TO KEEP HIMSELF FROM BEING SICK. THE MAN WHO PRIDES HIMSELF ON HIS RATIONALITY IS SO COMPLETELY OVERWHELMED BY EMOTION THAT HE’S STRUGGLING TO KEEP IT TOGETHER. THIS IS THE DEFINING WOUND OF HIS CHILDHOOD, RETURNING ALL OF A SUDDEN TO STAB HIM RIGHT IN THE HEART ALL OVER AGAIN WITH A FRESH NEW KIND OF HORROR. MIC, YOU’D BETTER BE THERE FOR HIM AFTER THIS, BECAUSE HE’S GOING TO FUCKING BREAK DOWN IN THE CAR ON THE RIDE HOME OR SOMETHING PROBABLY, AND HE NEEDS YOU, AND YOU PROBABLY NEED HIM TOO, AND FUCK

I DON’T HAVE SPACE FOR ALL THIS ANGST IN MY HOUSE!!! BUT LIKE HELL AM I GIVING ANY OF IT BACK, IT’S MINE NOW AND I’M KEEPING IT!! I WILL FUCKING RENT OUT A STORAGE LOCKER FOR THE EXCESS!! I WILL HOARD IT ALL LIKE A GREEDY DRAGON IN MY CAVE. THIS ANGST IS MY CHILD NOW. FUCKING SUBSCRIBED, GOOD NIGHT EVERYONE

[smugshiranui]

Birthday Pleasures

Sanosuke Harada x Reader

Oral Sex, Toys, Vaginal Sex

Summary: @spoonbae‘s raffle fic is finally here, and since her birthday was yesterday why not celebrate it with her fic being birthday sex with Sanosuke hehe.

Silence permeated the room for a moment as you looked over the wrapping of the gift in front of you, glancing off to the side where your friend who’d handed you the gift seemed to suddenly avoid eye-contact.

“If you keep taking your time, I’ll be waiting forever for you to get to my gift,” Sanosuke, an arm draped over your shoulder, leaned in and murmured his words into your ear, the low rumble of his voice running a chill down your spine that you tried to shrug off while surrounded by friends to celebrate your birthday.

“Alright alright,” you said with a dismissive wave of your hand. 

Taking a quick look at the tiny, attached card to your gift, you peeked inside to read what your friend had scribbled on the inside, signed with her name.

‘BTW I bought it before you and Sanosuke got together!!!’

Perplexed, you glanced over to your friend, who seemed to still be trying to avoid looking directly at you, as well as embarrassed. The look said enough to give you some sort of concern as to what it was she’d gifted you.

But your curiosity had been piqued, so with your thumbs tucked into folds of the wrapping, you pulled away at it, allowing any bits of the paper to fall to the ground.

The sight of your friend’s gift immediately had you hot in the face.

While it did say “Personal Massager”, just about anyone could figure out what it was you were holding by the images on the box. First, you looked at your friend, whose hands covered her face, then at Sanosuke, whose expression seemed to shift but didn’t quite give away what he might be thinking. The tiny smile at the corner of his mouth gave you an idea, though. 

A few chuckles from friends in the room broke some silence, but the first person to say anything had been Shinpachi, who boldly reached forward and practically snatched the box from your hands.

“A back massager? That’s pretty nice! I could use something like this.”

A cacophony of laughter erupted, and the friend who’d gifted you what most aware people would recognize as a Hitachi wand seemed to squeak and shrink herself as if to try and not draw any attention. Nagakura seemed confused, along with Heisuke who wasn’t laughing, though his cheeks were red and he had a puzzled expression.

For a moment, you couldn’t help but hide your own face in your hands as well. The gift itself didn’t cause embarrassment but Shinpachi drawing a lot more attention to it certainly left you some level of mortified.

“You should really learn what that is if you want to see improvement in your experiences with women, Shin,” Harada murmured with a sigh, although he too seemed relatively entertained by what went over Nagakura’s head. 

His amber eyes fixated on your briefly, something intense in the way Sano locked eyes with you. It was something unlike what you’d been used to with the laid-back man, but you tried to shrug it off and laugh along with your friends at the situation, and thank your friend for her gift which you most certainly appreciated, circumstances of being at a party with friends aside.

---

“You’re a little extra forward, Sano,” you murmured the moment your body gently hit the mattress of your bed, Harada climbing on top of you. The red flush across his face said all you really needed to know, that the redhead was at that perfect little level of playful drunk.

“Do you mind?” He asked nonchalantly, rough calloused hands slipping beneath your shirt to promptly work it up your torso, revealing the skin of your stomach to the cool air.

Reaching a hand out to him, you caressed his soft red hair before spinning a single lock around your index finger, twirling the soft tresses absentmindedly before releasing him to allow for your shirt to be pulled up and off.

“Of course not,” you giggled as Harada leaned into you and placed teasing nip-laced kisses to the bare skin of your neck, “but I get the feeling there’s a little bit of jealousy at play here.”

Sanosuke shrugged, continuing to make steady progress at having you stripped beneath him, fingers curling at the waistband of your pants before tugging them down. He worked his way lower as he did, grazing plush lips downward to your chest, you could feel him smile against you.

“Not jealous,” he clarified, getting your pants down to your hips before you needed to shimmy out of the bottoms and kick them off the edge of your feet, “It just made me think there’s something I should have done for you awhile ago.”

A hand making its way behind you, to your back, it took little effort— simply a quick flicking-like movement for Sanosuke to have your bra unclasped, pulling the undergarment off to expose your breasts to his amber-eyed gaze. The cool air made your nipples begin to perk up, and Harada was quick to give them attention, parting his lips as he dipped further down to take the perky nub into the warmth of his mouth.

Tongue rolling around your nipple, his hand moved along to your other breast, giving it a gentle squeeze before a rough thumb began to flick and tease in time with the motions of his tongue. 

Meanwhile, Harada’s other hand trailed the length of your waist to find its way to the last piece of clothing covering your body.

“Still looks like jealousy to me,” you teased, letting out a sharp exhale as Sanosuke used his lips to tug playfully at your nipple. You could feel him chuckle in a low rumble, the vibrations of it sending a tingle of pleasure through your body that made its way between your legs just in time for Harada’s fingers to slip past the hem of your underwear.

“Maybe,” he murmured with a shrug, releasing the suction of his mouth around you, lowering himself further down your body. Sanosuke’s objective became particularly obvious, as he left a trail of kisses in the wake of his path until his face was directly in front of your cunt. You opened your legs invitingly, but felt a nervous anticipation.

The thin layer of fabric did little to dull the sensation of Harada’s hot breath as he hovered just about you, his fingertips absentmindedly playing with the waistband of your underwear, joined by his other hand on the opposing side, like he was toying with whether or not to finally pull them down.

“I can’t believe you’re teasing me on my birthday,” you whined, shifting your hips so that you were closer to Sanosuke’s warm mouth. He responded in kind by withdrawing from you, and instead bringing his lips to your thighs, kissing delicately before using his teeth to playfully tug at the sensitive skin.

On the one hand, Harada had never been one to take teasing too far, instead he’d always been interested in making sure you were getting just as much pleasure as you wanted. On the other, he had never gone down on you, and the confidently mischievous glint in his heavy-lidded amber eyes made it clear he was going to draw out every little bit of enjoyment he could.

“The tease is part of the gift,” he mused, fingers finally curling more tightly around your underwear to finally pull them down your legs, allowing you to kick them off to fall wherever they would land, and leaving you completely bare to Sanosuke. “I’ll be sure to show you what just my mouth can do.”

Using two fingers, Harada gently nudged your labia apart to further expose your already visibly aroused cunt, seemingly taking a moment to take in the sight before finally the heat of his mouth was up against you, tongue poking past his lips to give a few experimental broad strokes along your slit.

The shiver that ran down your spine from the contact made your legs almost immediately snap closed around Sanosuke, drawing a groan of approval that rumbled in his chest as his lips circled around your clit, the suction sending another pleasant shiver through your body that made you whimper. 

Shifting his position to properly accommodate himself, Harada slid his muscular arms beneath your thighs, wrapping around them to firmly tug you down more flush against his mouth. 

It took all of a few seconds for Sanosuke to trail and flick his tongue so perfectly to get you moaning, your back arched on the bed while his face moved along with the circular patterns he drew with his tongue. 

Keeping true to his word, he only used his mouth, tugging and sucking with his lips to get you to tense up and using his tongue to practically turn your limbs to jelly.

“S-Sanosuke…” you whimpered, your body reflexively wiggling which only served to have Harada tighten his grip to keep you still, “f-fuck Sano… hhaah t-that’s so… so good.”

As your sounds of pleasure started to increase in volume and frequency, he withdrew contact and simply exhaled warm breath against you in a tease that nearly felt painful as you ached for him to continue the work of his skillful tongue. 

He watched with a self-satisfied—and more playful than his usual self— expression while your hips rolled in a clear sign you needed him to give you more, until deciding you were ready to be slowly worked up again.

Expert laps of his tongue quickly brought you back just as high as he’d left you before, each stroke making you mewl and whimper as the tight knot of pleasure in your stomach bordered on unbearable.

And then he stopped again.

“Please Sano,” you urged, trying to move your cunt closer to his mouth but meeting resistance as his arms kept your lower half still, “don’t stop…”

“So it feels good?” He teased, lips finding your inner thigh to pepper kisses along the expanse of skin.

“Of course it d-does,” your impatience was clear in your voice, and perhaps that reaction was what caused Harada to release his grip on your thighs and pull himself back up from between your legs.

“H-hey…” you pouted, watching Sanosuke lick off the remnants of your arousal from his lips seductively enough you were sure it was intentional.

In a swift movement you could hardly follow, he had his shirt off, and as much as you had already missed his tongue you were more than happy to be just a little bit less impatient with what he had in store at the sight of his bare chest.

Though you tried to reach for him to assist in removing his pants, Harada gently nudged your hand away with a gentle ‘tsk’, leaving you to simply watch while he pulled his bottoms off as well, bringing his underwear off along with them and freeing his visibly hard cock. 

“I think we’re missing one thing,” he murmured, slowly positioning himself on the bed so that he was on his knees between your legs, his length resting lightly against your reddened, sensitive cunt. He pulled your thighs to rest over his parted knees, an ideal position for each of his movements to cause friction from his cock against you.

Reaching past you to the nightstand, your eyes followed Harada’s arm to see him plugging something in the wall, a white cord you’d recognized as being attached to the wand from earlier. 

After opening gifts, the toy had been a bit of a joke for conversation, where Shinpachi in particular had finally learned exactly what some people liked to use them for, during which it had been taken out of the box.

Swallowing nervously, you gave Sanosuke a sheepish grin.

“Really?”

“Yes really,” he affirmed, bringing the toy between the both of your bodies so that it hovered over your clit. “For your birthday, of course.”

His free hand grasped the base of his cock, guiding it to slide up and down your wet slit and coating the tip with your arousal. 

First, he pushed the head of his cock only your whole, gently biting into his lower lip as the warm tight sensation of your hole enveloped him. He stopped short of fully sliding into you, leaning forward and using a hand to brace himself against the bed so that he could take your lips in a gentle, firm kiss.

“Now let’s see how much pleasure I can watch across that pretty face.”

Sanosuke turned on the toy with an audible click of the switch.

The loud buzzing made it hard to hear any of the usual subtle noises, but the strength of the vibration of your already sensitive clit had your gasping and moaning right away, fingers clenching into the sheets while your other hand found Harada’s forearm to hold tightly.

His thrusts started shallow, but he didn’t spend too much time teasing that way, instead he quickened his pace, dialing up the intensity of your pleasure so much so that he brought you to the edge right away, your jaw clenched as you tried to resist how close you were.

“S-sa-sanosuke… it’s… t-too much haaa-Ahh…” you cried out, trying to move yourself away from the vibrating head of the toy.

Perhaps encouraged by your already desperate noises, Sanosuke’s thrusts became rough enough to push your body upwards on the bed with each time he buried himself into you, making your head spin drunk on pleasure. 

It felt like a miracle you hadn’t cum right away, like the toy kept you entirely on the edge but wouldn’t quite bring you over it yet.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Sanosuke asked in breathy huffs, locks of hair falling in front of his face and obstructing his vision as he continued to nearly slam himself into you, “I know it does because you’re clenching around me so tight.”

“Ngh- it..it’s really…r-really good…” you whined, feeling your eyes stinging with tears as you were suspended right over the edge almost painfully so.

“Then cum for me,” he said his words gently, like an encouragement rather than an order, his thumb flicking the toy’s switch with a loud click. 

Right as the intensity of the vibrations had gone up, that feeling of being suspended dropped, your eyes rolling and your mouth parting to let our a series of climactic moans as the wand’s vibrations forced out intense waves of your oragsm. 

“S-Sanosuke! Ff..haaah, fuck, f-fuck… Sano…!” You nearly squealed in delight, your muscles tense as you tried to keep yourself from failing, hips twitching all the while Harada didn’t relent. By the time you could tell he was groaning in intense pleasure you were already seeing stars, but you could feel him bury himself into your cunt as he cursed; his own expression clearly contorted with pleasure.

Harada kept the wand held firmly against your clit, while he came inside your rapidly tightening walls. He kept a grip with his free hand on your hip, holding more tightly than even he might have liked as the vibrations were strong enough to even give Sanosuke himself an added pleasure.

As you came down, the strong vibrations proved to be too much and your body tried to jerk away from the toy, much too sensitive for almost any sort of contact. Sanosuke caught on quickly, flicking the wand off and tossing it onto the bed.

His chest—glistening in the dim light with sweat— rose and fell steadily as he remained still inside you, twitching just slightly while he came down from his own climax. It took time for you to catch your own breath, as if you had nearly forgotten how to breathe through the mind-blowing ordeal of being fucked by Sanosuke with that powerful toy against you.

Harada looked down at you with a clearly fond expression, withdrawing himself slowly as if trying not to cause too much overstimulation as he did. 

“You look amazing like this,” he murmured, pulling himself out from between your legs and slowly lowering himself onto the bed next to you.

“Sweaty, messy, and maybe with a little bit of drool?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, just like that.”

[ficstogo]

A Nice Bath (Request)

Request: can i get uhhhhhh- hc/fic for joe mazzello x reader where theyre tired after the baftas and kinda just take a bath together? fluff, btw. just cuddles <3- Anon

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader

Word Count: 392

Warnings: None

A/N: Ooo, yyeesss. I’m gonna try my hand at a drabble this time. See if I can restrain myself from writing less than 1000 words.

Inside the both of you entered as you finally feel the full weight of exhaustion hitting you both like a bus. You just arrived back from the BAFTA’s and although it was great fun, you think it took all the fun you and Joe had for the evening.

You kicked off your heels by your bed while Joe went ahead and loosen his bow tie. “I need a hot bath…” You huffed out while taking your jewelry off.

“You know what, I’ll join ya. If I wait for you to get done, I’ll be out like a rock.” You could only smile at his statement. You turned around and grasped his face between your hands, giving him a sweet kiss to his lips. “I’ll draw the bath.”

Warm water fills the bath as you sit next to it, waving your hand around the water to mix the herbal scented soap in it. You wanted it to be extra sudsy as you were dying to be engulfed in it. You looked up to see Joe enter the bathroom with only his slacks on with his hands on his hips. You only giggled looking at his figure. He truly looked like a tired dad. “Ooo! Extra bubbly tonight, I see.”

“Just the way you like it.”

“You know me too well,” He says as he pulls his slacks and underwear down. You stand up to undress as well, your dress pooling around your feet.

“Come on in, water feels great!” You see Joe with his arms on top of the bath as if he were in a hot tub. You could only laugh at how goofy he is.You dip a leg into the bath cautious as to not slip and fall right on top of him. You sit in between his legs as your back rested against his chest, a sigh escaping your lips.

“This is what I needed.” You say to no one in particular. You feel Joes hands rub your shoulders, him humming from his chest. You lay your head back with eyes closed already feeling as if you would slip away to sleep.

Joe continues to massage your shoulders until he too feels his eyes drooping downward and that’s when you find that warm water, an herbal scent, and lying ontop of your comfy boyfriend were the ingredients to wonderful sleep.

[matshoemels]

14. things you said after you kissed me for steno

Rating: Teen and Up.

Steno + 14. things you said after you kissed me.

Sets right after the previous Steno prompt.

Also, #sorrykevin.

Before he got on a plane in a hasty decision, the only aim Marc had in his mind about his trip was to see his boyfriend. He just wanted to spend some quality time with him, and hopefully, get rid of the anger he inwardly carried with him since the game in a rather too pleasant way. You know, the usual stuff they busy themselves during a mid-week escapade like that. Considering they have only 36 hours, Marc didn’t have anything else in his mind.

He should admit though, the unusually warm weather in Cologne is a great bonus for him. Barcelona has been oddly cold during the whole spring, so the extra sunshine he’s benefiting in the backyard of Bernd’s house is more than a satisfactory addition to his trip. Of course, his boyfriend’s sole presence on his chest is doing the whole trick for him. Bernd in his arms, their limbs are tangled, heartbeats are synchronized, and his lover’s entire body is collapsed on top of him. Marc wouldn’t care about the sun this much if he were in Barcelona all alone, but with Bernd, it’s simply a blessing.

Marc hugs Bernd tighter instinctively, trying to make the most of the minutes he gets to spend side by side with him. He lifts his head a little up from the makeshift bed they did under the shadow of the oak tree Bernd has in his garden, and plants the most innocent kiss on his head.

(Considering what they were doing just fifteen minutes ago and how they’re still fully naked outside in broad daylight, it may have not be the most innocent kiss ¸ but still.)

Bernd stirs a little after that, as if he’s trying to make sure that all of his body is in direct contact with Marc’s. Marc can feel his boyfriend’s fingertips running up and down on his arms, legs, ribs, spine, or to be fair, on any part of his body where he can reach.

Marc wants to open his mouth and tell Bernd that if he continues to do things like that, there’s no way on earth that he can leave him and go back to Barcelona to play some more lousy, meaningless games. But everything around them feels so serene and comfortable that he doesn’t have the heart to ruin their moment.

“Shit. Shit shit shit shiiiit… SHIIIIIT!” Bernd exclaims in that very moment, and stands up as if he’s been electrocuted.

“What’s going on?” Marc asks with a puzzled expression on his face. He straightens himself up to find the t-shirt he had discarded thirty seconds after they reached to Bernd’s house.

“Today is the announcement day, how did we forget?”

It takes fifteen seconds for Marc to understand what his boyfriend meant by “announcement day”, and once he fully grasps the urgency of the matter, and panics way more than Bernd did minutes ago.

“Shit, did you get a call? Did I get a call?” he jumps from his seat to search for their phones. “What if they did and we didn’t hear our phones?”

Bernd joins him to look for their phones, and after five minutes of searching and swearing and yelling at nothing in particular, they find what they’ve been looking dumped somewhere in the living room.

“No calls,” Marc states with a clear disappointment. “You?”

His counterpart sighs in return, shakes his head to indicate that he definitely shares Marc’s disappointment. “No calls. And apparently all the others got their calls. See,” he lifts his phone up to show their WhatsApp group chat to Marc.

Marc sinks into the sofa, and just wishes to turn into ashes like half of the universe’s population did in that movie him and Bernd watched a few weeks ago.

“Maybe they wanted us to find out on TV this time,” Bernd says while sitting next to him on the sofa, he definitely doesn’t believe what he just said, but anyway.

“Everyone got calls. Why would they do that now?”

Bernd pulls Marc in close and holds him tight on his chest, and this time, it’s him who gives the other a head kiss. “Because they’re assholes?”

Marc doesn’t respond to that, instead he just focuses on Bernd’s hand in between his.

“I wonder who got selected instead of us, and like, I’m trying to come up with three goalkeepers from Germany who is better than you and me,” Marc finally says. “and… I know it’s arrogant of me to say that but, like right now, there’s no one else?”

“Well, maybe Manu is magically healed by a fairy who grants Löw’s wishes?”

“Okay but how about the remaining two?” Marc asks. “I was so sure that we’d definitely get selected.”

“Loris and Kevin? Or maybe Kevin and Ulreich? Maybe Loris and Ulreich? I don’t know.”

Marc snorts at all three possible scenarios and gets up to turn the TV on.

“What are you doing, babe?” Bernd asks.

“Well I wanna see who got our spots.”

Andi’s giving an interview about how hard it was to decide on a squad of 27 and how they were up all night having arguments. “Traitor,” Marc mumbles to the TV and then looks up to poke Bernd’s dimples.

“Wanna bet on who’ll be selected?”

“Hmm,” Bernd says while using the opportunity to sneak a kiss from him. “Winner gets to top during our obligatory grief-sex?”

“I like how that kinky mind of yours is working, Leno.” He grins at his boyfriend, though his mood is still visibly down.

“Okay. My bet is that it’s Manu, Ulreich, and Kevin.”

“Mine is Manu, Ulreich, and Loris,” says Marc.

Bernd rolls his eyes at Marc’s bet, because his boyfriend is a huge goofball who definitely doesn’t understand the shenanigans inside their national team.

“Loris will never make it, Marc, because of… you know, his thing. There’s no way they’ll select him no matter what he does.”

Marc’s about to open his mouth to lecture Bernd about not being this pessimist all the damn time and believing that some people might change their opinions, but his intentions are abandoned when he hears the intro music indicating that the announcement is about to begin.

“Well, guess we’ll just wait and see. As if we’re still in the U21s,” Bernd says with a grim voice. “Man, this is humiliating.”

The announcement video is started with the title, and the first person on the screen is Loris Karius, who is literally a baby compared to them. “Guess it’s you who gets to top tonight, babe,” Bernd says while he’s turning to his left to look at Marc. “It’s good that I already got eno-”

“Shh, Bernd, look, look at this,” Marc interrupts him. He’s pointing to the screen frantically at the same time and hitting Bernd on his arm at the same time.

“Are you out of your mind? What’s wron…. Oh shit.”

It’s Bernd himself on the screen, making some pretentious tricks with a football like how they wanted him to do when they were shooting those incredibly stupid publicity stuff.

For a while he’s unable to react about this, unable to say anything. If you ask him later about how he felt when he first found out that he is nominated, he definitely won’t be able to give a proper answer.

The slideshow is continuing while he’s completely frozen, and he barely realises that Neuer is also nominated. And after Neuer, it’s the man sitting next to him is on the screen, effortlessly being cute while kicking the ball around.

“Oh thank god,” Marc lets out the breath he’s been holding since they saw Bernd is been nominated. He closes his eyes for a moment to calm his nerves, and when he opens them, Bernd is sitting on his lap with the biggest grin on his face. “We’re going to Russia,” he whispers.

He leans in for a kiss, and Marc gladly accepts and meets Bernd in halfway. It doesn’t take long for what started as a calm and innocent kiss to become a heated make-out session, open mouthed and with teeth and tongues everywhere, making them both breathless and gasping for air.

Even when they finally draw apart to get the air they both annoyingly need, Bernd continues to pepper tiny little kisses on every inch of Marc’s face. Then, he stops altogether and cups Marc’s face with his adorably tiny hands as if he’s going to kiss him once more. Instead, Bernd just leans so close to his ear that he can feel his breath in his ear canal.

“Мы едем в Россию, любим,” he whispers.

Marc startles after that, looking at Bernd with wide eyes as if he just told him the secrets of the universe or something equally important like that. Of course he knows that Bernd speaks Russian to an extent, but that bastard never used the language in his vicinity before. He caught him completely off-guard like that, and wow, Marc would’ve never guessed he’d feel this hot-and-bothered by a single sentence in a language he definitely doesn’t know.

“You’re so hot when you’re speaking Russian, Leno,” he says in between kisses. “Don’t ever speak in German ever again, it’s so hot.”

Bernd giggles at his desperation as if it’s the funniest thing ever, and Marc’s so damn sure that there’s nothing more beautiful in the whole universe than the sound of Bernd’s happiness.

He’s about to suggest that they should continue their celebration in the bedroom, but they both received a message at the same time.

Group Chat created by Andi Köpke

Andi Köpke added Manu Neuer, Marc-Andre ter Stegen, Bernd Leno, and Loris Karius

Andi Köpke: u guys liked my surprise??? Hahahaha

I bet you all thought “ahhh man I didn’t get selected life is terrible”

Guess what boys waking up with blue hair was also terrible.

….

….

Btw sorry Karius you’re just a collateral damage in this.

“I hate him,” Marc only says. “I mean we’d be long dead without him and I actually do love him, but also I hate him.”

End notes: 

- Apparently Bernd Leno knows Russian, it’s something I recently found out so I wanted to include this in a fic as well.

- “Мы едем в Россию, любим” (My yedem v Rossiyu, lyubim) means “We’re going to Russia, love”.

- Sorry Kevin, but I bend the truth a little to fit my babiest blond goalie into the squad. #sorrykevin, but also #sorrynotthatsorrykevin.

[missmeikakuna]

Chad and the Incel Chapter 6

Rated: M

Fandom: Original Fiction (but inspired by the Virgin vs Chad meme)

Relationship type: Male/Male with a bit of Female/Female (the lesbians are adorable, btw) and unrequited Male/Female (in other words, the guys are bisexual).

Description: Chad is, well, a Chad, or at least he looks like one. He’s got his sights set on the cool nerd Becky and enlists the help of her shy incel ex-friend Noah, offering to help him get the gorgeous girl (Stacy) he desperately wants. Noah is reluctant to help, believing that he will be stuck in inceldom forever, but Chad’s interest in his life gives him hope. When their plans go awry, they start turning their romantic attention towards each other.

Content Warning: Given the subject matter, you can guess that this story has dark themes in it, such as suicide and self-harm (plus the mental health issues that often cause them), sexism, slut-shaming homophobia, biphobia and transphobia. There is also swearing and some mentions of sex but nothing too explicit (hence the M rating as opposed to an Explicit rating).

6th Post: [Experiment] (POLL) What do you think of gay men?

At school, Noah saw Chad and immediately looked away. Chad did the same.

As he sat in class, Chad absentmindedly doodled a heart. When he noticed this, a jolt of fear ran through his spine and he scribbled over the drawing. When lunch arrived, Tyrone’s chatter became a blur in Chad’s ears as peridot eyes consumed his thoughts. Despite this, he refused to look at Noah.

On his way to his car after school, he saw a girl with thick-framed glasses who giggled and waved at him. He stared at her with lust in his eyes, but that quickly ended when the memory of Noah putting his glasses back on projected onto his mind.

At home, Chad curled his arm with a dumbbell, a manga in his other hand. When the image of Noah staring at him as he stared back popped up in his head, he dropped the dumbbell and swore as one end fell onto his foot.

The memory was replaced with another, but not of Noah. An image of Chad’s old middle school building flashed in his mind.

The sun woke Chad from his slumber. Well, that and the pencil regularly poking his cheek. He looked up and swore. Almost everyone had left the classroom. Everyone except for the teacher, who was packing her things, and the boy with the pencil in his hand.

Chad gazed at the boy’s face, which was bathed in the sunlight. The boy had a big grin that showed his missing tooth. He wore a pair of round glasses whose size made his face almost disappear. He wasn’t quite bald but had a thin bed of hair on his head. His nose bent a little to the side but he had never complained about it. He smelled strongly of supermarket cologne and his breath, as he laughed his loud, hearty laugh, was minty. When he pinched Chad’s cheek, Chad noticed how warm and sweaty his hands were. This boy was Gerry LeGume. He had been made fun of for his name but took it in stride.

‘What were you dreaming about, Sudan?’

Ah, yes. The nicknames he gave people. Usually, they were based on some sort of pun or similar word to their name. He even called himself either Gus or Matt depending on how highly he thought of himself that day (Gus for his arrogant moods, Matt for his ‘humbler’ moods). He derived these names from a film with his name as the title, a film he hadn’t even seen and yet already decided was genius.

Chad looked away. ‘You don’t dream if you only sleep for a little bit.’ He was kind of lying. He had been dreaming, though that dream swirled around his brain long before he fell asleep.

Gerry’s eyes were wide as if he was staring at a doorway to another world. ‘Is that true?’

Chad shrugged before yawning and stretching his arms. He made sure to continue looking away from Gerry, who reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope.

‘A girl gave me this to give to you,’ he explained. ‘Honestly, I wouldn’t bother reading it. I mean, she’s a coward if she doesn’t give it directly to you. And why write a letter when she could have just asked for your number?’

Chad grabbed the envelope and stared at it, rubbing his thumb against the heart sticker sealing it. He looked back up at Gerry, who was holding his glasses as he stared at him.

‘So watcha gonna do?’

Chad rested his chin on his hand and waved the envelope around with his other hand. ‘I mean, even if she did ask me for my number, I would’ve said no. I’m not looking to go out with anyone.’ Also a lie.

Gerry scoffed a laugh and turned around until he was facing the whiteboard. ‘Gay,’ he said sarcastically, though that sarcasm was lost on Chad, whose eyes travelled everywhere as if looking for an escape.

Gerry stood up and wrapped his arm around Chad’s neck, rubbing the knuckles of his free hand against Chad’s head.

‘You look like a cat that just discovered he got his own tongue,’ he said. Would it be important to mention he had high scores in English, and that he bragged about this constantly?

His body heat quickly transferred to Chad, who felt warm shivers run through his body. The cologne was overwhelming and the laughter-dispensed minty breath tickled Chad’s ear. Chad held his own arms to prevent them from doing something dangerous.

When the proximity became too much to handle, he pushed Gerry away and stood up, picking up his books and running out of the classroom. He raced home, rushed to his room and shut the door closed with all his strength. He stood against the door and slipped down onto the ground.

‘It’s nothing,’ he told himself. ‘I’ve had crushes on girls, so it’s nothing.’ He remembered Gerry’s cologne and changed that sentiment to, ‘I’m nothing.’ He held his knees up to his chin and let sour tears leave his eyes.

He kept crying for a few minutes but then decided to turn on the TV and distract himself. He took a pillow from his bed and put it on the floor, scooting close to the TV. The channel he ended up on when he turned it on was in the middle of a show. In it, a teenage boy was confessing to… another boy? What was this?

The other boy on the show smiled. ‘I thought you liked girls.’

The confessor laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. ‘I do, but I like you more.’

More tears fell down Chad’s face, but this time, when they reached his mouth, they tasted sweeter. When the television couple kissed, his heart, no, all of his organs, jumped up. Part of him felt like getting up and dancing but he heard the front door to the house open and decided against it, especially after hearing his mother call out to him.

The next day, he fidgeted in his seat, waiting for school to end. When the final bell rang, he grabbed Gerry’s arm.

‘Can we talk?’

‘Uh, sure? What is it?’

‘I mean in private. Don’t worry I’m not, you know, going to kill you or anything. Not that I ever would! Um… yeah. I just want to talk somewhere no one will hear us.’

Gerry turned his head to the side while still looking at him, but he nodded. After heading out of the building, they went behind it.  Chad took a deep breath. Then he did it again. Then a third time. He quickly started to sound like he was hyperventilating.

Gerry laughed nervously. ‘You going to talk? You were acting pretty weird yesterday. What’s going on?’

‘Do you have a crush on anybody?’ Chad sputtered out.

A blush appeared on Gerry’s face. ‘N-No… maybe… yes. Why?’

Chad forced himself to look at Gerry. He put his hands in his front pant pockets and swayed back and forth.

‘I’ve got a crush on someone.’

‘Yeah? Who?’ Gerry asked with wide eyes and a grin.

Chad lowered his head and looked at his feet. ‘You.’ He turned around to walk away but stopped himself when he heard Gerry’s reply.

‘The fuck?’ Chad turned back around and saw a barely recognisable face. It was contorted, Gerry’s nose scrunched up and his eyes narrow. ‘I thought you liked girls.’

Chad moved his arm up to grab Gerry’s arm but didn’t touch it just yet. ‘I do, but… I l-like you... m-more.’ He almost slapped himself for fumbling that line. He took Gerry’s arm but Gerry shoved his hand away, dragging Chad’s heart down to his feet.

‘That’s weird. I didn’t expect you of all people to be a faggot. You don’t exactly act like one. Why me? What did I do to deserve this?’

‘Y-you’re just… I dunno… funny and… nice… and stuff.’

‘If I’m those things, then I don’t deserve to be creeped on by a faggot.’

‘But…’

Gerry passed him, walking at an angle to keep his body as far away from Chad’s as possible.

When school ended the next day and the teacher left the room to collect something, Gerry spoke to some other friends of his on the other side of the classroom, not bothering to lower his voice so Chad couldn’t hear it.

‘It’s freaky, huh? I’ve never met an actual homo before.’ He was sitting on another student’s desk and leaning back on his hands, kicking his legs back and forth.

The boy sitting in the seat at the desk laughed. ‘Yeah, and you wouldn’t expect it. I guess anyone we know could be like that. Creepy.’

Chad shuffled towards them. ‘’m not gay,’ he murmured.

‘What? Speak up,’ a second boy commanded. He was standing next to the desk.

‘I’m not gay.’

A third boy snickered, leaning back on his chair, which was behind the first boy. ‘Then why did you say you had a crush on Gerry?’

‘I like girls but I like him more.’

Gerry groaned. ‘That again?’

The third boy shifted his chair closer, sending a light screeching noise into the classroom. ‘So you’re straight?’

Chad stepped back and put his hands in his pockets again. ‘No… maybe… I don’t know. Maybe I’m both?’

The second boy laughed.  ‘You can’t be both. You’re gay or straight. You’re not making any sense.  Do you need to be put in a loony bin or something?’

Tears started creeping out of Chad’s eyes and the boys responded with laughter. The sitting ones stood. Together with the already standing second boy, they loomed closer, towering over Chad’s cowering body.

‘So are you a faggot or are you normal?’ Gerry asked.

The boys kept pushing Chad further down with their stares. He felt like a wounded gazelle in front of an entire pride of hungry lions. He did the one thing he could think to do.

He gripped Gerry’s collar and punched him square in the jaw. The pain in his fist mixed with righteousness in his heart to make a confusing concoction. Gerry pushed Chad to the ground and started repeatedly punching him. Chad pulled his arm towards him and bit it. The other boys pounced on Chad, kicking and punching him.

Chad screamed when he felt one of his ribs crack. He lost all energy in his arms and legs and lied there as the boys continued to bash him. The boys heard the voice of a teacher they knew outside the classroom and headed out, shutting the door.

Chad licked his lips and felt like vomiting as the taste of blood poured into his mouth from the crack in his bottom lip. His gums were in pain, just barely keeping their grip on his teeth after his mouth was punched so many times. He could already feel bruises developing on his chest and cheek, the latter of which stung with tears.

When his teacher returned, she shrieked and dropped her clipboard upon seeing his shivering body. She ran to him, kneeled, held him up and called emergency services.

At the hospital, Chad didn’t tell any of the doctors or nurses what happened, keeping his mouth shut, or at least as shut as it could be with swollen lips.

His parents visited him, but they were always preoccupied with their daughter’s latest achievement, reading articles about her on their phones instead of talking to him.

One day, he asked them to show him the website and he saw a recommended article at the end of the one about his sister. In the thumbnail was a tanned, broad-shouldered man with a neck that still managed to look like a tree trunk under his big helmet. He was holding a football up in preparation to pass it to someone.

When Chad was released from the hospital the first thing he did at home was look up gridiron classes.

After the memory ended, Chad lied down on his bed and did nothing, simply looking at the ceiling and wishing he was tired enough to fall asleep.

Noah posed a question to Incels.me before going to bed. When he returned to the site a few days later, he looked at the poll and saw a mixture of views.

Anicel1919- [Experiment] (POLL) What do you think of gay men?

They’re great- 20 votes

They’re good/okay- 19 votes

I don’t care about them- 45 votes

They’re bad- 23 votes

I hate them- 8 votes

He took a deep breath before looking at the comments. The mixture remained.

Yourwaifuistrash- I mean, they’re not fucking femoids all day, so I don’t care what they do with their lives.

ERdidnothingwrong- They’re degenerates. But hey, at least if we keep them with each other, they can give each other AIDS and die out.

Hopelesscel95- Gas to faggots and trannies.

Ropeourlordandsaviour- They’re fine. Lesbians are trash, though. They claim to hate men until Chad gives them a few bottles. Then see what happens. Fucking sluts.

mxsogklash- Some of them are fine, it’s just the ones that act all effeminate that annoy me. It’s also annoying how much sex they get and despite this fact they’re treated like a protected class.

Joshua69- Soy Boy! Soy boy! Lol, I don’t really care, though. For incels there’s no reason to be against gay people.

Lookcel404- Gay men are just coping incels. They can’t get femoids interested in them so they pretend to be something they’re not and, even though they may act happy and with ‘pride’, they’re really miserable because they can’t get femoids. That’s why so many of them off themselves.

After reading through comment after comment, he noticed how tense his arms were. Was this desire, this want, this need just a ‘cope’? Was he lying to himself? Was he going crazy?

He took a few deep breaths. Just before his breaths had completely calmed down, a memory from middle school jammed itself back into his mind.

Noah closed his tabs as his mother entered the room. ‘Whatcha up to?’ she asked.

‘Nothing.’

His parents weren’t ready for the truth. To him, they were still sheep following the words of a book they hadn’t even read. It was them who gave him the worst name possible. There was no way they would be able to understand their son’s ascendance into intellectual godhood.

What activity was blowing his mind and causing him to question the fragile foundations of society? Watching atheist YouTubers, of course!

When his mother left the room, he reopened the tabs and clicked on a recommended video. The host looked different from the others. He was a clean-shaven, muscular Asian man in a sea of bearded white atheists. He had a big pearly smile as he made fun of the logical inconsistencies in Ken Ham’s books.

Noah initially listened to his counterarguments with great interest, but around halfway through the video his attention went elsewhere- the man’s muscles. After a while, Noah stopped paying attention to his words completely and started noticing how the man’s biceps were slightly shiny. He pictured someone rubbing oil over those arms.

After a few seconds of imagination, he closed the tab again and looked at his door. He breathed a sigh of relief when he realised his mother wasn’t there.

His head started spinning and he felt a little sick. He could feel his heartbeat through his ears and, when he looked down at his lap, he swore. He unzipped his jeans. When he was done, his shoulders felt as heavy as an occupied palanquin under the weight of the shame he had placed upon himself. He looked at his hand as if putrid smoke was coming out of it.

The next day was spent trying to act like nothing had happened. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up when he imagined someone chatting with him and him blurting out what happened the previous night. Luckily no one talked to him.

When he returned home, he lied down on his bed and stared at the ceiling. He wondered what would happen if he prayed. He doubted something would happen, but then he remembered something his mother always said.

‘A prayer a day keeps the despair away.’

He clasped his hands together and closed his eyes. He whispered his prayer. ‘Hey, god, I doubt you exist because your book makes no sense, but, I mean, on the off chance you are real, you mind giving me a girlfriend? You probably don’t want me repeating what I did last night. Make her a cool girl who’s interested in the same things as me. I want her to be smart. But not too smart! I don’t care if she’s pretty or whatever, just give me someone I can talk to easily. Honestly, I don’t know why I’m bothering with this infantile display of societal conformism. You can’t even hear me.’

The shame returned to his shoulders, as did the imagined smoke from his hand.

A week later, a new student joined the class. Becky White, a girl with messy hair in a ponytail and a constant frown. She scanned the class and sneered at them.

‘I was expecting more competition,’ she said as she turned to the teacher. ‘Are any of these people with an IQ higher than 110?’

Noah raised his hand. Facebook tests counted, right? Becky noted the seat next to Noah and sat next to him with a huff.

‘So, who do you prefer?  Xenophanes or Pascal?’ she asked him.

Noah felt a sting from not knowing who either was. ‘Huh?’

‘It’s a very important question. I need to know if you’re a religious conformist or not.’

‘Oh, I’m an atheist.’

Becky grinned and held out her hand. He took it and they shook hands. He couldn’t help but notice how cool, smooth and lacking in sweat her hands were. He gave her a closer look and felt his heart beat just a little faster.

Noah pushed the memory away and watched an anime to let the show occupy his thoughts.