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Teen Ben Omnitrix Au snippet

Teenager Omnitrix in the wild: learning how to function while being organic.

I've been thinking on and off about a fantastic fanfiction I read a while ago now which had Ben being the Omnitrix. Here

I have a very soft spot for those types of situations, you know? Playing around with questions regarding humanity and self views,my type of fun. So I thought "What if Ben looked a little older when he appeared from his dormant Omnitrix form?" And "What if he didn't know how to be human?"

"How would others view ben? How would it shape him?" Well this bad boy * slaps hood of this Au* was born from that question and others like it. *Evil laughter in the distance*

Teenager Omnitrix in the wild: learning how to function while being newly organic.

Chapter 1 sneak peek

Important Past lessons learnt from Gwen's teachings. Hygien. How did Ben learn it?

It started with an emergency shopping trip. They couldn't let the alien (genetically human) go without properly fitting clothes. Her uncle's ratty to big old clothes just wouldn't cut it. Plus The newly arrived and dubbed Ben would need stuff. Toothbrushes, hygiene products in general, clothes and proper shoes.

Gwen still didn't completely understand how or even why Ben would need to come along with them? Shouldn't they just call the authorities? Ben is still an alien, no matter how human he may look. Gwen is still probably the one that will need to tutor him on "how to human" or "pass for a human". She should probably start by explaining how to open the door.

"It says pull not push Ben!"

"Oh, sorry Gwen. I just don't understand why not all Terran establishments don't just have touchpads and auto opening entrances?"

She was going to need to teach him how to talk like a proper young dude. "Auto opening entrances" needs fixing as soon as she can scrabble together enough emergency movie DVDs, magazines and pop songs. She's going to make a proper teen out of him yet! Now where is the Wonder woman themed deodorant?

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The Anatomy of Passing Out: When, Why, and How to Write It

Passing out, or syncope, is a loss of consciousness that can play a pivotal role in storytelling, adding drama, suspense, or emotional weight to a scene. Whether it’s due to injury, fear, or exhaustion, the act of fainting can instantly shift the stakes in your story.

But how do you write it convincingly? How do you ensure it’s not overly dramatic or medically inaccurate? In this guide, I’ll walk you through the causes, stages, and aftermath of passing out. By the end, you’ll be able to craft a vivid, realistic fainting scene that enhances your narrative without feeling clichéd or contrived.

2. Common Causes of Passing Out

Characters faint for a variety of reasons, and understanding the common causes can help you decide when and why your character might lose consciousness. Below are the major categories that can lead to fainting, each with their own narrative implications.

Physical Causes

Blood Loss: A sudden drop in blood volume from a wound can cause fainting as the body struggles to maintain circulation and oxygen delivery to the brain.

Dehydration: When the body doesn’t have enough fluids, blood pressure can plummet, leading to dizziness and fainting.

Low Blood Pressure (Hypotension): Characters with chronic low blood pressure may faint after standing up too quickly, due to insufficient blood reaching the brain.

Intense Pain: The body can shut down in response to severe pain, leading to fainting as a protective mechanism.

Heatstroke: Extreme heat can cause the body to overheat, resulting in dehydration and loss of consciousness.

Psychological Causes

Emotional Trauma or Shock: Intense fear, grief, or surprise can trigger a fainting episode, as the brain becomes overwhelmed.

Panic Attacks: The hyperventilation and increased heart rate associated with anxiety attacks can deprive the brain of oxygen, causing a character to faint.

Fear-Induced Fainting (Vasovagal Syncope): This occurs when a character is so afraid that their body’s fight-or-flight response leads to fainting.

Environmental Causes

Lack of Oxygen: Situations like suffocation, high altitudes, or enclosed spaces with poor ventilation can deprive the brain of oxygen and cause fainting.

Poisoning or Toxins: Certain chemicals or gasses (e.g., carbon monoxide) can interfere with the body’s ability to transport oxygen, leading to unconsciousness.

3. The Stages of Passing Out

To write a realistic fainting scene, it’s important to understand the stages of syncope. Fainting is usually a process, and characters will likely experience several key warning signs before they fully lose consciousness.

Pre-Syncope (The Warning Signs)

Before losing consciousness, a character will typically go through a pre-syncope phase. This period can last anywhere from a few seconds to a couple of minutes, and it’s full of physical indicators that something is wrong.

Light-Headedness and Dizziness: A feeling that the world is spinning, which can be exacerbated by movement.

Blurred or Tunnel Vision: The character may notice their vision narrowing or going dark at the edges.

Ringing in the Ears: Often accompanied by a feeling of pressure or muffled hearing.

Weakness in Limbs: The character may feel unsteady, like their legs can’t support them.

Sweating and Nausea: A sudden onset of cold sweats, clamminess, and nausea is common.

Rapid Heartbeat (Tachycardia): The heart races as it tries to maintain blood flow to the brain.

Syncope (The Loss of Consciousness)

When the character faints, the actual loss of consciousness happens quickly, often within seconds of the pre-syncope signs.

The Body Going Limp: The character will crumple to the ground, usually without the ability to break their fall.

Breathing: Breathing continues, but it may be shallow and rapid.

Pulse: While fainting, the heart rate can either slow down dramatically or remain rapid, depending on the cause.

Duration: Most fainting episodes last from a few seconds to a minute or two. Prolonged unconsciousness may indicate a more serious issue.

Post-Syncope (The Recovery)

After a character regains consciousness, they’ll typically feel groggy and disoriented. This phase can last several minutes.

Disorientation: The character may not immediately remember where they are or what happened.

Lingering Dizziness: Standing up too quickly after fainting can trigger another fainting spell.

Nausea and Headache: After waking up, the character might feel sick or develop a headache.

Weakness: Even after regaining consciousness, the body might feel weak or shaky for several hours.

4. The Physical Effects of Fainting

Fainting isn’t just about losing consciousness—there are physical consequences too. Depending on the circumstances, your character may suffer additional injuries from falling, especially if they hit something on the way down.

Impact on the Body

Falling Injuries: When someone faints, they usually drop straight to the ground, often hitting their head or body in the process. Characters may suffer cuts, bruises, or even broken bones.

Head Injuries: Falling and hitting their head on the floor or a nearby object can lead to concussions or more severe trauma.

Scrapes and Bruises: If your character faints on a rough surface or near furniture, they may sustain scrapes, bruises, or other minor injuries.

Physical Vulnerability

Uncontrolled Fall: The character’s body crumples or falls in a heap. Without the ability to brace themselves, they are at risk for further injuries.

Exposed While Unconscious: While fainted, the character is vulnerable to their surroundings. This could lead to danger in the form of attackers, environmental hazards, or secondary injuries from their immediate environment.

Signs to Look For While Unconscious

Shallow Breathing: The character's breathing will typically become shallow or irregular while they’re unconscious.

Pale or Flushed Skin: Depending on the cause of fainting, a character’s skin may become very pale or flushed.

Twitching or Muscle Spasms: In some cases, fainting can be accompanied by brief muscle spasms or jerking movements.

5. Writing Different Types of Fainting

There are different types of fainting, and each can serve a distinct narrative purpose. The way a character faints can help enhance the scene's tension or emotion.

Sudden Collapse

In this case, the character blacks out without any warning. This type of fainting is often caused by sudden physical trauma or exhaustion.

No Warning: The character simply drops, startling both themselves and those around them.

Used in High-Tension Scenes: For example, a character fighting in a battle may suddenly collapse from blood loss, raising the stakes instantly.

Slow and Gradual Fainting

This happens when a character feels themselves fading, usually due to emotional stress or exhaustion.

Internal Monologue: The character might have time to realize something is wrong and reflect on what’s happening before they lose consciousness.

Adds Suspense: The reader is aware that the character is fading but may not know when they’ll drop.

Dramatic Fainting

Some stories call for a more theatrical faint, especially in genres like historical fiction or period dramas.

Exaggerated Swooning: A character might faint from shock or fear, clutching their chest or forehead before collapsing.

Evokes a Specific Tone: This type of fainting works well for dramatic, soap-opera-like scenes where the fainting is part of the tension.

6. Aftermath: How Characters Feel After Waking Up

When your character wakes up from fainting, they’re not going to bounce back immediately. There are often lingering effects that last for minutes—or even hours.

Physical Recovery

Dizziness and Nausea: Characters might feel off-balance or sick to their stomach when they first come around.

Headaches: A headache is a common symptom post-fainting, especially if the character hits their head.

Body Aches: Muscle weakness or stiffness may persist, especially if the character fainted for a long period or in an awkward position.

Emotional and Mental Impact

Confusion: The character may not remember why they fainted or what happened leading up to the event.

Embarrassment: Depending on the situation, fainting can be humiliating, especially if it happened in front of others.

Fear: Characters who faint from emotional shock might be afraid of fainting again or of the situation that caused it.

7. Writing Tips: Making It Believable

Writing a fainting scene can be tricky. If not handled properly, it can come across as melodramatic or unrealistic. Here are some key tips to ensure your fainting scenes are both believable and impactful.

Understand the Cause

First and foremost, ensure that the cause of fainting makes sense in the context of your story. Characters shouldn’t pass out randomly—there should always be a logical reason for it.

Foreshadow the Fainting: If your character is losing blood, suffering from dehydration, or undergoing extreme emotional stress, give subtle clues that they might pass out. Show their discomfort building before they collapse.

Avoid Overuse: Fainting should be reserved for moments of high stakes or significant plot shifts. Using it too often diminishes its impact.

Balance Realism with Drama

While you want your fainting scene to be dramatic, don’t overdo it. Excessively long or theatrical collapses can feel unrealistic.

Keep It Short: Fainting typically happens fast. Avoid dragging the loss of consciousness out for too long, as it can slow down the pacing of your story.

Don’t Always Save the Character in Time: In some cases, let the character hit the ground. This adds realism, especially if they’re fainting due to an injury or traumatic event.

Consider the Aftermath

Make sure to give attention to what happens after the character faints. This part is often overlooked, but it’s important for maintaining realism and continuity.

Lingering Effects: Mention the character’s disorientation, dizziness, or confusion upon waking up. It’s rare for someone to bounce back immediately after fainting.

Reactions of Others: If other characters are present, how do they react? Are they alarmed? Do they rush to help, or are they unsure how to respond?

Avoid Overly Romanticized Fainting

In some genres, fainting is used as a dramatic or romantic plot device, but this can feel outdated and unrealistic. Try to focus on the genuine physical or emotional toll fainting takes on a character.

Stay Away from Clichés: Avoid having your character faint simply to be saved by a love interest. If there’s a romantic element, make sure it’s woven naturally into the plot rather than feeling forced.

8. Common Misconceptions About Fainting

Fainting is often misrepresented in fiction, with exaggerated symptoms or unrealistic recoveries. Here are some common myths about fainting, and the truth behind them.

Myth 1: Fainting Always Comes Without Warning

While some fainting episodes are sudden, most people experience warning signs (lightheadedness, blurred vision) before passing out. This gives the character a chance to notice something is wrong before losing consciousness.

Myth 2: Fainting Is Dramatic and Slow

In reality, fainting happens quickly—usually within a few seconds of the first warning signs. Characters won’t have time for long speeches or dramatic gestures before collapsing.

Myth 3: Characters Instantly Bounce Back

Many stories show characters waking up and being perfectly fine after fainting, but this is rarely the case. Fainting usually leaves people disoriented, weak, or even nauseous for several minutes afterward.

Myth 4: Fainting Is Harmless

In some cases, fainting can indicate a serious medical issue, like heart problems or severe dehydration. If your character is fainting frequently, it should be addressed in the story as a sign of something more severe.

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continuing my big simon x single!mom reader bullshit :P

-> more here

There's a frantic knock on his door.

It's insistent. A peculiar sound to hear near the end of his day during the late evening. Visitors are a rare occurrence, and if he does get them, he usually knows they're coming.

The knocks persistent. Audacious. Bold. Demanding. He approaches the door, not overly concerned with who it may be, but with a healthy dose of caution. Knowing his history, he brings along a small glock.

When he unlocks the door and cracks it open- this complex doesn't have peepholes- his gaze drops down, and he moves to tuck his gun into the back of his jeans, widening the door.

It's your boy, his little name twin. Alone. Scared. On the verge of tears. Like another little boy he knew in another life. A boy he once was. He drops down to one knee, placing a hand on the lad's shoulder.

Little Simon is trembling. He scans the hallway behind his young visitor. Empty. Void of life except for this child in front of him, clearly seeking his help. A tiny storm about to break in this ostensibly lifeless building. The neighbors wouldn't even know it. Then, he cracks. A warning before the lightning strikes.

"S-Simon-"

He cuts the lad off before he can get anything else out. Before he breaks. "Where's your mum? What happened?"

The tears fall and your boy throws himself into his chest.

"Mama won't wake up!"

-

He carried you from the couch to your bed.

You're sick. Really sick, but Simon doesn't think you need to go to the hospital. Not yet. He places a hand on your forehead. Still hot.

He checked your temperature once he got you settled. Thirty-eight degrees. Simon's no medic, but he'll continue to monitor your status throughout the night. Make sure you don't overheat. Take you to the hospital if you need it. He can do that much. A simple mission compared to anything else he's faced.

There's a creak from your bedroom door, and he drops his hand from your forehead, looking up at the little prowler.

"Simon," he greets and the lad curls in on himself, hesitating before edging closer in the room, walking up to where Simon stands. He stares at you with eyes too haunted a kid his age should have.

"Will Mama be okay?"

His voice is hoarse and his eyes are red. A puffy mess from crying earlier. Simon doesn't shame the boy for it, and he won't lie about your condition, but...

"I'll make sure she is," he promises.

Your boy turns to him then, eyes suddenly sharp. Protective. A cub ready to fight for his incapacitated mother. The resemblance almost makes Simon pause. Makes him think back to when he wore a similar look a few times when he grew up, though your Simon wears the look a lot younger than he ever did. Is braver than he ever was as a child. His own words echo in his ears.

A good lad.

Your boy holds out his little finger, and Simon stares. His little name twin glares at Simon with something akin to judgement. A test. "Pinky promise?"

It's no question what he does next.

Simon reaches out and curls his own pinky around the lad's. "Pinky promise."

A smile breaks out on your boy's face.

Test passed.

-

It's 03:03 when you wake up.

Simon is ready and attentive. He's been taking a nap beside your bedside every other hour in a chair he brought from your kitchen table. Not the worst place he's ever slept and not the worst sleep he's ever had. He's certainly thankful you have cushions for your chairs.

You're groggy. Shivering a little, but Simon knows your fever has gone down slightly since he got here. He's been changing out the cool, wet towel on your forehead every time he woke up, keeping you elevated, making sure you can breathe.

You panic a little when you see him, scrambling to create some space between each other,

"What the-?!"

He turns on the lamp on your nightstand, holding up his hands in a non-threatening manner. "It's just me. Simon came and got me when you wouldn't wake up. I've been keeping an eye on you."

You stare at him, the aghast in your eyes still there, but slowly calming down as you get your bearings. "You're- you're-"

"Big Simon." He cracks a wry smirk, lowering his hands again, giving a lazy bow of his head. "At your service."

He doesn't hold back his snort when you squeak, adorably indignant for someone so sick. "You're not gonna let me live that down, are you?"

"'Course not," Simon drawls and it goes silent for a few seconds as you take him in, studying him with eyes that look just like your boy's did when he made him pinky promise, except your eyes hold a certain level of caution the lad should learn. You shift in your nest of blankets, adjusting them around your body when a particularly harsh shiver runs through you.

"Simon got you, you said?" You finally speak up, voice scratchy. Tired but guarded.

He nods. "Told me he tried to wake you up after that movie you were watching together."

"And you brought me here?"

"Made sure you didn't choke on your snot, too."

The offended squawk that escapes you is hilarious, as if you truly had a high opinion about your runny mucus. Maybe it's because you see Simon as a brute who has no room to talk. Maybe it's because you're embarrassed at being seen at a weak state.

You have no rebuttal, choosing to huff instead, looking down at the blankets covering you, sobering in contemplation. Simon waits for you to speak again.

"You really did that?" You eventually ask, voice quiet, not looking him in the eyes.

"Yes," he answers bluntly, and you look up, trying to get a read on him, but Simon gives you nothing, staring back with a blank look.

You break first, breathing out a slow, wheezy sigh. A yawn escapes you next as you sag onto your elevated pillows. "... Thank you, Simon. Not just for tonight, but also for last time. For being kind to him. Simon wouldn't shut up about you the whole time we were shopping."

He snorts. "Made quite the impression on him, did I?"

You give your own small noise of amusement. "Think it's because you share the same name."

"Like I told your lad before: it's a fine name, innit?"

You bark out a laugh, a few coughs slipping in here and there, but you nod your head. "It is. I wouldn't have named my son that if it wasn't."

A smug smirk stretches across his face, and you grin back, falling into a comfortable silence, staring at each other. The peace and quiet of the night settling in the air. A special kind of tranquility being shared between two people who are still practically strangers. It goes undisturbed until you yawn again, and Simon shifts, getting up to refresh your towel and grab water and the medicine your boy showed him where to find earlier.

He comes back and hands them to you. When you're finished taking the medicine, he offers, "I can leave right now if that would make you more comfortable, although I'd recommend you call someone to look after you if you don't think you need the hospital."

You take a slow slip of your water, keeping your face carefully blank. Thinking. Contemplating. Then, you place the water on your nightstand and shake your head. "No... um, stay. Please. I... you..."

You can't finish your sentence, breaking off with a tired exhale, but you don't need to. He understands.

"Sleep." Simon turns off the lamp and leans back into his chair, getting comfortable once more. "I'll watch over you tonight."

You say something back.

He almost misses it in the darkness of the room, but the words linger, permeating the air. He doesn't think the words are entirely for him. They almost sound like a secret. Like it was meant for someone else. Shared with him only because he happened to overhear.

It doesn't offend him. He wasn't the only one who helped you tonight.

Thank you, Simon.

[thegothicchangeling]

on my knees BEGGING for alpha sevika head cannons in general and w an omega 💖💖💖💖💖💖

Oh, I've been waiting for this. Here I go shdvssyshesjsshf

Sevika would scent you constantly, so everyone knows you're here. You'll never leave the house without her rubbing her scent glands on you, or at least wearing something she scented.

She takes pride in what a good alpha she is, and it's mostly because of her line of work that she's able to do that. Provide? Check. Protect? Check. Everyone knows not to fuck with her, and by extension, you.

And she'd tell you what a good omega you are, all the time. When she's knotting you and you make the prettiest noises, when you touch up the nest, when you fuss over her wounds... She's just so lucky to have you!

She doesn't like it when your mating mark isn't on display. She'll never say so, much less outright tell you that you have to show it. She's not controlling. But she will let you know which clothes she likes best on you (the ones with lower necklines), discourage you from wearing necklaces that distract from her bite, and take off scarves with the excuse for kissing your beautiful neck and giving you some more pretty marks.

And when your heat rolls around, she'll be right there to give you what you need. You won't be leaving the nest anytime soon as she knots you again and again and again, telling you the whole time how good you are, and how she's gonna pump you full of her pups, how you're gonna look so good pregnant.

But she'd never think of neglecting your other needs. She knows you need to eat and drink more, so she'll always have snacks and drinks nearby, and she'll have meals prepped in advance. Sevika would keep a fan blowing on you so you don't overheat, and she'd clean you up after every round.

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Hazbin Hotel Characters React to You Asking for a Hug (PART 2)

Buckle in bitches, its time for some COMFORT

Lucifer

Guys he’s SO nervous

“Oh really? You, uh, you want a hug from me? Are you sure?”

Nervous laughter 100

Takes a hot minute for him to adjust, but DOES give good hugs

WING HUGS. Y’ALL KNOW HOW I GET ABOUT WING HUGS.

Y’all gotta remember he’s a dad

So good, firm dad hug

His hands are clammy af, but don’t mention that pls

Gives you the opportunity to talk out whatever’s going through your head

Actually has really insightful advice

Like his daughter, honestly so honoured you chose to come to him

Lute

“Must I?”

Begrudging as FUCK

But she’ll do it

If she has to

Stiff, awkward hugs that last for 5 seconds tops

No wing hugs :(

“Human souls are weird”

Tries to teach you how to fight so you can use sparring as a “normal” coping mechanism

Adam

As much as I hate him, would give BANGIN hugs

“Fuck, you wan’ a hug? Fuck yeah bitch, get over here!”

Super enthusiastic about it????

Like, gives you shit, but its still one of the tightest and most excited hugs you’ve ever received

Very very warm

You will probably overheat if you stay there too long

WING HUGS!!!!!!!

Will be extra touchy with you from here on out

Arm around the shoulder, etc

Carmilla

Is she mom, or mommy? Jury’s still out on that one.

Will never ever refuse you if you need a hug

Will, however, try to pull you aside and make it a private moment

Not a big fan on PDA, but your wellbeing takes priority

Makes you rest your head against her chest, no matter how tall you are

If you tell her what’s going on, will fix it

You don’t even need to ask.

She’s gonna check up on you after at LEAST twice

Rosie

Is she mom or mommy part 2: electric boogaloo

Drops EVERYTHING

Ushers you into a sunroom and brews you a pot of tea to share

And grabs snacks, of course

Definitely forgets if cannibalism makes you queasy

Holds you hand from across the table and encourages you to talk it out with her

A lil bit pushy about it, but its from a place of love

But if you need it, will definitely hug you

Another one with bone shattering hugs

Her hands are cold af tho, so beware

Vox

Tbh doesn’t hear you the first time, he’s super focused on whatever else he’s doing

Once he hears you/it registers to him, he’s pretty confused

“Why do you need a hug?”

Only hugs you if y’all are really close

Generally not a touchy person

He won’t stop whatever he’s doing though

Most likely will just sit you in his lap, so he can cuddle And work

Multitasking, bitch

Don’t do it while he’s actively broadcasting though

Super against PDA (bc he’s embarrassed) and will probably snap at you if you break this boundary

Velvette

“Wot. Why?”

Also confused

Like Vox, usually to busy to properly hug you

But will let you stick around and lay all over her while she works

Anyone who questions it dies Very quickly, and Very grotesquely

Very protective

“Babes, do I need to hurt someone? Coz you Know I’ll do it”

Probs takes selfies of you hanging off of her bc she thinks its cute

Will dress you up to try and make you feel better

Valentino

Seek psychological help 💕

I know he’s got a sexy voice, but you know I’m right

[alexrosa13]

No Longer Accidental

Caleb x female!reader

Genre: smut with plot

Warnings: minor writing smut! scroll or block if uncomfortable!, mc!reader, 7,8k words, dry humping, oral (f receiving), fingering, mutual first time (no hymen breaking), protected sex, king of consent Caleb ✓, pet names (pipsqueak-pips; princess; beautiful ~ reader calling him baby)

Note: part two of: Happy Accident, timeline of the fic happens back with Caleb in the Aerospace Academy

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How long will it take until you admit your feelings? Will you let the desire win, or maybe let it get buried under the weight of expectations and thoughts about what's appropriate. Well - the answer is easy, isn't it?

It's been a week.

A week since the kiss with Caleb.

None of you spoke about it since, feelings remained hidden deep within you, staying unsaid.

But none of you forgot about it.

The feeling of his perfect lips on yours, the accidental kiss turning into something much more intense, like a flame getting the air it needs to burn.

And the part when he grabbed you for one last kiss before going on with his day like nothing happened.

At first you thought that you were the only one affected, but day by day you began noticing his behavior changing.

His gaze lingering on you for longer than it should every time you walked into his line of vision, his eyes dropping to your lips when you talked to him, the way he seemed to look for any pretext to be close to you.

Whenever he passes by you in a tight space like in the corridor leading to your rooms, or the path between the countertops in the kitchen his hands gently moved you by your hips to let himself pass, something he hasn't done before.

Or the way his hand seems to naturally reach to wrap around your shoulders whenever you walk together to or from somewhere.

Or the blush on his cheeks whenever you show him the smallest amount of affection. A quick hug from the side before you part your ways on your way to your separate activities? A kiss to a cheek as a thank you for buying you a snack? The way you smile at him whenever he graces you with the food he makes?

You tried to kill him or something? Making the poor guy's heart race way too fast, and his whole body threatening to overheat?

The unspoken feelings threatening to spill from your mouths whenever the eye contact got too intense, and the ways your hugs lasted too long to be considered platonic, the way you held each other tighter with every single one of them, not wanting to let go.

You felt like a ticking bomb had been planted into your mind, threatening to explode every time you looked into his beautiful, purple eyes.

You just finished eating your dinner, Caleb lost a bet with you today so he was the one taking care of the washing dishes part.

Saying quick goodnight to Gran you went to take a shower, needing a time for yourself to calm down your racing thoughts.

You could feel the weight of his eyes on your back when you stepped out from the kitchen, but you couldn't bear to turn around and meet his gaze, knowing that it would make the heat on your cheeks get even worse.

Fighting your own mind you basically sprinted to take your pajamas from your bedroom and rushed to the bathroom in a record time.

Locking the door door behind you you met yourself in the mirror.

The deep crimson on your face made you drop your gaze instantly.

You needed to keep yourself in check.

Taking a deep breath you looked up once again, even your reflection seemed to be mocking you, you heard your voice in your head asking "Was Caleb always this hot and you just didn't notice?".

Looking away you focused on the undressing part, taking off your shirt in a rush, your pants following.

Unlucky for you the fast movement made you stumble over your own feet, you felt your body falling, your hands trying to grab onto anything to steady yourself.

And you found it a second away from hiding your head on the wall, grabbing a vanity top, but together with your try to save yourself you managed to make a couple things fall from the counter...

A couple things that made rather loud noises when hitting the floor...

Slowly you moved your body into a comfortable seating position, while trying to gather your thoughts and steady your breath.

You felt overwhelmed, your head spiralling, you heard a loud ringing in your ears, closing your eyes you tried to calm down and get yourself together.

And that's when you heard a loud knock.

"Pipsqueak what happened? Are you okay?" Caleb's worried voice came from the other side of the door.

You tried to get a grip on the reality, but the world around you began spinning around faster.

You brought your knees close to your chest, your hands went up to your head, trying to steady yourself.

"I'm coming in." you heard his voice like through a haze, unable to register the meaning of his words and protest.

A soft click sounded in the bathroom, his evol easily manipulating the lock in the door, door handle moved fast and a second later his form shown in the door.

He didn't care for the fact that you weren't fully dressed, too focused on making sure you didn't hurt yourself.

His eyes scanned the room in a rush while his legs carried him towards you sitting on the floor, seemingly unaware of his presence.

His gaze moved across your body trying to see whether or not you were injured.

Not noticing any blood he reached out his hands towards your face, gently brushing the hair that fell onto your face, moving it behind your ear.

Your eyes remained closed, but your hands fell from your head to your lap, the loud noise in your ears finally disappearing.

You heard a whisper of your name, but the word was as if spoken underwater.

A moment later you felt yourself being pulled into his embrace, one of his hands wrapping around your shoulder bringing you closer to him, while the other touched your head, gently moving it to lay on his chest.

The faint sound of a heartbeat meets your ear, the rhythmic thump thump helping you focus on something else than the foreign, unpleasant feeling in your body.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

You arms reached out to weakly hug him back, wrapping around his stomach.

You felt a soft kiss on the top of your head, and his hand caressing your back, your eyes slowly opened.

"What happened?" he asked in a gentle tone, still worried about you.

"I..." you tried to mutter out a response, but a cough broke from your throat.

Instead of rushing you he simply patted your back gently and hugged you closer.

"I just stumbled and fell, sorry for worrying you." you didn't dare to lift your head, you knew that one look into your eyes would tell him everything.

"I know you pipsqueak, if you would just simply fall, as you're saying, you would scream 'I'm alright!' the moment your butt hit the floor." you felt his hand move around your head to your chin, making you face him, his entire arm now wrapped around your head.

You looked into his eyes, trying not to melt at the sight of his worried eyes, his usual cool demeanour thrown away.

"So... Tell me, what's goin' on." he asked and waited. Not rushing, as patient as always, only with you. One look into his puppy-like eyes and you know that you couldn't bare to lie to his face.

"I've had a lot on my mind lately..." your eyes dropped for a second, but the hand on your chin made it impossible to turn away. You knew that if you tried he would let you, never the one to force you into something you didn't feel comfortable with, but you wanted his closeness now, you needed it.

His warmth brought an ocean of complicated feelings, but you didn't think for a second to pull away.

"C'mon, you can tell me." he whispered, you raised your head again, there was something unspoken in his gaze, you had to tell the truth.

"It's you." you said, instantly his eyes widened.

"Me?"

"You." you poked his chest, the confusion in his eyes making you crack a smile, all the tension leaving your body at once together with million thoughts which lived there the past week.

His hands moved away when you sat back a little bit, putting a small distance between you two.

"What did I do?" he asked still confused.

"You kissed me, that's what." you spit out with a tiny bit of venom, his confusion deepened.

"But you kissed me too!" he said with that funny expression on his face.

You put on an act of hurt, your eyes squinting.

"It was your fault!" your body shot his way, your faces inching a little closer.

"You didn't pull away!" he did the same, his body leaning to you.

"Well you started it!" another inch closer.

"Well you went for it!" you didn't even notice how close your faces got, too busy acting petty.

"Well you clearly enjoyed it more!" you smiled unable to hold it back.

"Well maybe I did!"

"What-" your eyes widened, but before the whole question could leave your mouth something touched them quieting you up...

Caleb kissed you...

Again...

His eyes were closed, relaxed, unlike yours, wide open in shock.

His lips slowly moved on yours, testing the waters, probably knowing that you won't pull back.

It took you a second, but once the events of what was going on got to your head your eyelids fell closed too.

Your lips moving against his in perfect sync.

His hands went up to your waist, pulling you closer, yours automatically went up to wrap around his neck, holding onto him in need.

You didn't talk yet, but somehow you got all the answers.

Just now you reminded yourself of the state of your undress... Feeling his warm hands on your bare waist.

But you didn't have it in you to pull away, feeling too comfortable in his embrace.

Your kiss grew hotter with every passing second, your hands holding onto each other so tightly, as if afraid some unknown force will try to pull you away.

You needed the other like you needed air.

Suddenly his arms wrapped around you fully, pulling you as close to him as humanly possible, making you sit on his lap in the process.

At his strength you let out a quiet whine, it was unexpected but... You enjoyed it.

One of your hands went up to his hair, pulling on it, hearing his muffled groan did things to your stomach. The butterflies there started a party with a heater on.

Your hearts were beating so fast they threatened to leave your chests and wrap around each other.

His palms started slowly moving lower...

But then...

You heard footsteps going down the hall.

Instantly your kiss broke, your shaky, hot breaths mixing.

You caught eye contact before your heads turned towards the door, watching it anxiously.

The footsteps stopped before the door and you heard Gran calling your name.

"Caleb went to bed already, I'm going to sleep too. Make sure your hair is dry before going to bed sweetie, goodnight." you listened in silence, trying to steady your breaths.

"Of course Granny, goodnight!" you tried to sound normal, which probably worked since a second later you heard her walking away.

You waited and listened until you heard the click of her bedroom door closing.

Your head turned back towards each other, both of your faces flushed.

Your gaze fell to his lips and back up.

You saw a cocky smile grace his lips.

"So... My room?" he whispered teasingly, you couldn't help but giggle throwing your head back while holding onto his shoulders.

His palms squeezed your waist.

Your head went back to look at him, you stared at each other, tension growing.

Despite your body being barely covered you felt more hot than ever.

The eye contact growing more intense, the smile on his face disappearing, you seen his gaze turning hotter, something foreign, something caged for so long, hiding deep within.

Suddenly his hands went lower, his body moved, standing up with you in his arms, holding you by the ass, his fingers touching the material of your panties.

You arms wrapped around his neck once again, lips touching.

He carried you out of the bathroom, opening the door and turning off the lights with his evol.

His steps quiet, now in the darkness of the corridor you broke the kiss to hide your face in his neck.

He carried you to his room, one placed further away from your Gran's room.

The faint light from the moon peaking into the room helped him move around the parts of the still not finished airplane model scattered around the floor.

Gently he put your body down onto the bed, his form hovering over you.

He gazed into your eyes watching them reflect the moon's shine.

You looked beautiful.

He felt like in a dream, the sight of your body under him feeling unreal.

He was ashamed to say that he thought about you like this so many times.

Especially since the accident that happened a week ago.

"You're beautiful." he whispered, not even glancing at your body, too focused by the spark in your eyes.

You shivered, feeling more vulnerable than ever, but before you had the chance to feel insecure he grabbed your hips and leaned down catching your lips in a kiss once again.

This one wasn't as hot and bothered, but unexpectedly the slow pace he set felt more intimate and passionate than the make-out session from before.

He pressed your body into his, not able to part from you, the need to feel you running hot in his veins.

You felt something pressing to your stomach, instantly your face grew warmer knowing exactly what it was.

As if feeling your hesitation he pulled back slightly, looking at you with the same worry from before.

"I'm sorry, I-" your hand went up to his mouth before he could continue, his eyes stared into yours, looking for answers.

"It's okay." you whispered quietly, like one of the many secrets you shared between the two of you. Your expression turned into something unsure, not unsure of what you wanted, but of what he'll want to give you "Please..." you asked, for what? You didn't know.

With a hint of hesitation he leaned back down, but the moment your hands pulled him by the shirt down towards you all of it disappeared, giving away to need, the heated kiss starting once again.

His palms moved lower to your thighs, making you bend your knees and move your legs higher to rest beside his hip.

His hard on touched the most intimate place of your body, the fabrics between you doing little to hide the mutual arousal.

The sound of wet kisses filled the room, the air around you feeling thicker.

His hands began exploring your body, every place he touched feeling hotter.

Your hips began moving on its own, grinding on the outline of his bulge, his mouth opened letting out a sharp breath, before returning to yours, taking away your ability to breathe.

His hips began to match your movement, slowly moving against you, the feeling of it weirdly good, unlike anything you felt while touching yourself.

Your chest felt heavier, the heart in it beating so loud.

His hands reached the outline of your breasts, your bra the only barrier.

His head pulled back slowly, not wanting to be apart from you but needing to make sure:

Can he?

As if hearing the quiet question in his gaze you nodded your head slightly, allowing him to take the piece of fabric off.

Giving your lips one last kiss he moved lower, stopping the mutual stimulation in the process.

His hot mouth touched your neck, going lower, and lower...

His hands moved to reach for your back, your body arching to help him, making your clothed boobs touch his face.

The clasp clicked, the material instantly feeling loose on your body.

His kisses focused on the bridge between your breasts while his palms slowly moved the straps down your arms, undressing you like he would unwrap a precious gift.

Your body grew hotter with your chest now perfectly visible to his eyes if only he would dare to peak.

You almost missed the noise of your bra hitting the floor, but with all of your senses sharpening even the noise of the wind outside the closed window felt too loud.

You met his purple eyes once again, you swore that you never saw them glowing brighter.

But a second later your eyes closed involuntarily.

His hot mouth on your now hard bud felt way too good to be true.

His palms gently touched your chest, feeling it for the first time, trying to save their shape into his mind.

Your mouth opened in a silent moan, your hand reached to his hair, wrapping in it and pulling slightly.

You felt yourself getting wetter, the uncomfortable feeling of your skin gluing to your panties making you try to clinch your legs, but your thighs met his body instead, clenching on it.

"Ca-" you whispered, but before his name could leave your lips fully you felt him sucking your nipple, a moan left you before you could stop it, your palm flew up to your mouth, eyes widening.

Gran didn't have the best hearing, but that couldn't stop you from being conscious.

He didn't stop his abuse on your chest for a moment, growing more and more confident in his moves with every passing moment.

You breath speed up even more, your chest rising and falling harshly, as if unsure whether to pull away or get closer to his hot mouth, but he followed your body's every move, not parting from you for even a second.

Your legs clenched on his hips once more, unconsciously looking for stimulation in your most sensitive area.

You felt your insides clench on nothing, never had felt such emptiness in you.

Luckily for you: he noticed the way you squirmed in his hold, the hand in his hair pulling harder, your thighs staying tightly pressed to his hips, asking for friction.

He was there for you, always putting you before himself, and this situation wasn't an exception.

Unwillingly his mouth let go of your breast, the spit all around them shining in the dim light of the moon.

His face came to linger above yours, your hold on his hair softening, but not leaving entirely, your face flushed as never before, hesitantly your hand left your mouth, falling to his shoulder, still covered by a t-shirt.

"I'll make you feel good princess." one of his hands planted beside your head, helping him stay above you, the other caressing your side.

You swore that your heart stopped for a moment just to start working all over again, beating at a tempo it shouldn't be able to reach.

"I promise, I'll take such good care of you." his quiet promises did things to you, his head fell down to your neck, giving it a couple of wet kisses before going back up to look into your eyes, a serious expression on his face.

His palm slowly moved down to the material of your panties, touching its side, his finger going under it to wrap around the thinnest part of your lingerie.

"Will you let me?" he asked desperately, looking too hot for his own good.

"Please, Caleb..." you whispered back to him, feeling confident at the moment your hands reached out to his shirt, tugging it up, following your silent instruction he sat down straight between your thighs, taking his shirt off fast before throwing it somewhere next to your bra.

While sitting he took good luck at your bare upper body, the sight of you so vulnerable before him making his cock throb in his pants.

Your hands went up to him, pulling him back down to you harshly, starting another heated kiss, clinging to his body.

The cold metal of his necklace touching your chest made you shiver, the feeling unexpectedly arousing.

Your palms left his back to tug at your own underwear, helping his hands in taking it off, his body leaned back.

Your legs clasped together momentarily while the material slid by your calves, his hands pulling it off in a rush.

Your eyes met his, the hesitation in yours didn't go missed by his sharp gaze, always so attentive to you.

His palms gently caressed your legs, giving you all the time you need to feel comfortable.

The knowledge that if you'd back out now he'll respect that and will probably help you dress back up, hug you tightly and whisper how precious you are to him helped you make the final decision.

Your legs slowly fell open, his palms holding your calves gently, all the while his eyes never left your face.

It all felt so right.

Not dropping the eye contact his body leaned down, his lips touching your inner thigh, starting a path of kisses from the area the closest to your knee.

Slowly, still looking straight into your eyes, he went lower, every kiss bringing him closer to your heat.

Your hand went up to his hair once again, petting it as if saying quiet thank you and I trust you to him.

He was so close to that place...

His mouth already touching the wetness that graced your inner thighs, but never once had his eyes left yours.

You gave him a small smile, your hand giving his head a light pat before moving back to the side of your body, bending at the elbow to help your upper body stay a little up.

And with that you said quiet go ahead to him.

Not wasting any time he dived right in.

Your back arched, head falling back and mouth hanging open.

Never in your life have you felt something like this.

You couldn't hold back the quiet moans leaving you, trying to hold the louder ones inside.

Your thighs clenched on his head, trapping him between your legs, his arms wrapped around them keeping them in place.

His mouth travelled from your entrance to your clit, sucking on it gently, and that move was your doom.

Your hands gave up under you, making your back fall onto the soft mattress beneath you.

Your fists found the fabric of the covers under you, holding it tightly, like his hands did your thighs.

It all made your head spin, the fact that the man between your legs was your long time crush making it even more dreamy and unbelievable.

You felt a knot forming in your abdomen, his restless licking and kissing making you go crazy.

Your back arched against the bed, your hips trying to unconsciously run away from the stimulation, but his hold on you made it impossible.

"Caleb I-" you tried to warn him, but the feeling got so intense that you only managed to bring your hand up to your mouth and bite on it before letting out the loudest moan of tonight into it.

His palms squeezed the fat of your thighs harder, his tongue hungrily lapping at the juices coming out of you.

Your peek hit you hard, leaving you unable to contact the reality for a minute.

His fun ended, his mouth left a couple of gentle kisses together with his hands gently caressing your thighs, helping you relax and unclench them.

Your body lied there, spent, looking so gorgeous to him, appetizing.

He licked his lips, savouring the taste of you, before going back up and sitting before your body, taking in your form glistening from sweat.

Your arm rested on your face, hiding your eyes away.

He leaned down, planting a sweet kiss to your chin, making you move your arm away to look at him with those drunk-like eyes of yours.

"Everything okay?" he asked softly, wanting to make sure that he didn't go overboard.

Instead of an answer you reached down to tug at his necklace with your finger, softly pulling at it to bring his face closer to yours.

Slow dancing of your lips started, you could taste yourself on him, the realization of what just took place making you dizzy.

But you wanted more...

Your free hand reached down, reaching your fingers into his pants, gently tugging it down.

He pulled back from the kiss, looking at you hesitantly.

He didn't think you would have the energy for something more...

"Princess, we don't have to-" you shock your head at his statement, making him stop in his words.

"Please, I-" you let out a sigh, trying to communicate in your state was hard "I want you. Please, Caleb, don't keep me waiting any longer." you looked at him with a puppy-eyes that he never could say no to.

He chuckled to himself at your attics.

"You minx." you only smiled innocently. Looking way too cute even in your post-orgasm state.

He saw your eyes shine with joy when you giggled, looking at him sweetly.

He pulled away, standing from the bed, your eyes following his every movement.

Standing before you he pulled his pants down, following with his boxers.

Unlike him earlier, you couldn't help yourself but peak at his manhood. The sight of it making your breath hitch, it looked way bigger than you imagined, hitting his abdomen proudly.

He came back to kneel between your legs once again, your eyes went up to his that were already watching you, studying your reaction, noticing how your cheeks got red once again.

"Are you sure?" he whispered, his hand unexpectedly touching your sensitive pussy, moving in up and down motion slowly.

He didn't miss the way your face twisted into a momentary pleasure.

You nodded your head.

"Yes." you let out, followed by a sharp inhale when his finger pushed inside you.

Stopping midway he moved it gently, not pulling it back fully and not thrusting it all in, making sure you were ready for more.

Your eyes met once again, the way you looked at him encouraging him to continue, to stimulate you further.

And he did.

His finger, much bigger than your own, pushed sharply all the way inside. You back arched slightly, your mouth opening in an o before you bit down onto your lip to make sure no noises would leave.

He moved it inside you gently, watching every little change on your face, his eyes turning to look at your opening every once in a while.

The way you reacted to a second finger had his length twitch.

You almost cried out when it pushed into you, hitting you oh so deep.

Much deeper than your fingers could ever reach.

"Caleb, baby...-" you managed to let out before he sped up the movements of his hand, savouring the way you squirmed on his bed, opening and closing your mouth, trying to muffle up your sounds that still managed to escape occasionally.

Your lids closed in overwhelming pleasure.

To say that he enjoyed the view would be an understanding.

His abuse on your pussy came to a halt only when your hand grasped his wrist, looking at your face he already saw you watching him with that beautiful, drunk expression.

"Please I... I want it, I need you inside me." you didn't want to cum from his fingers alone, you needed him, all of him.

Slowly he pulled his fingers back from your cunt, your pussy closed on nothing, you were wetter than ever before. He took his digits into his mouth, tasting you once again, the sight itself did things to you.

You heard a shelf opening and a moment later a small package found itself in his hand.

That cocky bastard used his evol to bring himself a condom.

You didn't even know why would he have these, he never got a girlfriend, also you asked him once about 2 months ago if he ever kissed and he said no, so-

Will that be your first time together?

You didn't even notice when he pulled the protection onto himself, too busy thinking, until you felt a light tap on your cheek.

"You still with me?" he asked playfully, but holding a certain lever of seriousness to it all.

You just nodded your head, looking at him calmly.

"What's wrong?" damn him and his goddamn attentive eyes- "You know that we don't have to do this-"

"I know." you stopped him from his rant about how you could back up anytime "I was just thinking... Is this your first time?" you asked curiously, looking at how his smile returned.

"Yes, pips, it's my first time, just like yours." he chuckled softly to which you hit his shoulder playfully.

"I was just curious..." you defended yourself.

"Yeah, I get it, don't worry." he leaned down to kiss your lips softly, his necklace dangling from his neck, touching your hot skin, his dick rubbed against your clit accidentally, making you let out a whine.

He pulled back, smile lost, looking at you to make sure it was what you wanted.

"Please don't keep me waiting anymore..." you whined against him, purposely testing him with slight movements of your hips against him, seeing him take a sharp inhale.

"Wouldn't dream of it." he said before planting another kiss on your lips, placing himself right before your entrance.

With his hand he helped himself place his tip against you, your hands gripped the pillow under your head, nervous.

"A word and I'll stop." you felt his dick stroking your pussy, collecting your wetness.

You might be a little nervous, but you were sure it was what you wanted, you needed him.

You gave him a small nod of your head, his hand took hold of your hip.

And then you felt it.

His tip pushing into you, stretching your opening like nothing ever before.

It wasn't as painful as uncomfortable. You eyelids fell closed, mouth opening with heavy breaths, you shifted slightly at the unfamiliar feeling.

You felt him lean down, his manhood going slightly deeper, but he didn't thrust it any further.

"You're doing okay, princess?" your eyes opened, seeing him take in your expression.

You saw how his breathing seemed to grow heavier, eyes glistening with need, he was holding back.

Your head went up to his neck, pulling him a little closer to you.

"Shut up and fuck me." you whispered with a steady voice, looking straight at him, the way his eyes widened and pupils expended with shock almost made you smile.

Almost...

But the very same moment you felt his hand grasping your thigh, bending your leg towards your chest, while the other stayed on your hip, his hold tightening.

"Your wish is my command." he smirked, before his body shifted again.

You couldn't stop the loud moan from leaving, the feeling of his length pushing deeper into your sensitive cunt making you dizzy.

Your nails scratched his back, but he didn't care about the pain, too focused on how good you felt when he pushed himself deeper, there wasn't anything in this world able to pull him away from you.

His length slid all the way in with little to no resistance, his abdomen flat against yours.

His forehead met yours, eyes closing to take in the feeling of your warm cunt wrapped around him, nothing could compare to this feeling, he was a goner with the way your pussy didn't want him to pull away, welcoming him in.

And you weren't doing much better, you could hardly breath because of the pleasure he gave you, his manhood fitting in you perfectly.

His hand grabbed the covers under you, trying to keep himself at check.

His body shifted, muscles working while he tried his best not to just take you like he would fuck his fist countless of times thinking about how your cunt would feel like around him, his imagination couldn't even compere to the real thing. His hips slowly pulled back until only his tip remained inside before coming back home, his balls meeting your ass with a quiet plap.

You bit your lip again, dangerously close to crying out his name into the quietness of the night.

He begin to set up a steady rhythm, the sounds of his skin hitting your wet one echoed through the room, the sound making you clench around him.

He let out a quiet groan, you felt too good

His thrusts got faster, making the sounds of your love making louder, not caring about the possibility of someone overhearing the two of you.

He saw how shaky was your breath, trying so hard not to let any noises of your pleasure out.

The sight of you was like a drug to him, his eyes unable to leave your form for even a second, he was ready to carry the burden of the whole world on his shoulder only to be able to keep you like this forever.

He leaned down, his pace not faltering for even a second even when your chests collided.

You clung to him like to a lifeline, scratching his skin so hard he was sure the marks will stay for days to come.

Unable to stop himself he reached one hand towards your lower region, his lips meeting yours at the same time with his fingers meeting your clit.

He felt your body arch from the mattress, the sweat adored both of your bodies, the room growing hotter.

One of your palms travelled up to his face, holding it in your fingers while your tongues fought in your mouth.

His hips didn't falter, continuing his abuse on your sweetest spots so deep inside you, while his palm massaged your sensitive bud.

Your legs went up to wrap around his hips, holding him close, not able to bear being apart from him for even a millisecond.

"Princess..." he whispered into your lips, with a deeper voice than ever, you answered with a tug on his hair, opening your mouth to say anything felt too risky, too many sounds were threatening to get out.

You looked at him with hazy eyes, taking in the flush on his face and the way his mouth opened to accommodate his harsh breathing.

Your body felt like on fire, his weight on you adding to the fuel. You felt every inch of his veiny dick disappearing in you again and again, you were so close to reaching Heaven, and with the way he seemed to lose his composure you were sure he wasn't too far behind.

His hand on your swollen bud was restless, your body unconsciously began pulling away from the stimulation, the feeling of him being everywhere too overwhelming, but his grip on your hip made it impossible to move away, holding your skin so tightly you were sure there will be a bruise visible tomorrow, an evidence of what occurred tonight in his bed.

His pace grew faster, his cock hitting the deepest places inside you, reaching where no one else had before.

It all felt too good, your hands grasped onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

You were so close, and he could feel it.

The way your cunt seemed to grow tighter, your body tensing slightly, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull.

And he made it his personal goal to make you feel pleasure you have never even imagined before.

Leaning down, his mouth met your erected nipples, sucking on one like his live depended on it.

It all being too much.

"Ca- I'm so- So close..." you managed out in a shaky voice, your sentence interrupted each time he thrusted his length back into you, bruising your walls with deep strokes.

"I know princess, let go for me." he said breathless into your skin, going back to kissing your sensitive skin right after.

"Fuck I'm-" you cried out, your back arching, eyes closing as you let the feeling take over you.

White dots filled your vision, your body still rocking together with his relentless thrusts, chasing after his own pleasure while looking at the erotic sight before him.

He was a goner, a servant at your feet, ready to fulfil your every absurd request, ready to do so with a smile on his lips.

"Fuck-" he let out, realizing just how close he was all this time, his grip on you tightening while he reached his peek with your name on his lips.

His restless pace began slowing while his cum flowed the condom in what had to be the most mind-blowing orgasm of his life.

His body fell onto yours, both of you trying to steady your breathing, while clinging to the other.

Your fingers began gently playing with his dark hair resulting in him letting out a pleased hum.

The realization of what you just did downing on both of you. The feelings hidden deep inside you two now coming to the surface, not caring for the consequences.

"I love you." he said, with his head still squished against your chest, listening to your heart, not planning to move any time soon.

You thought that you heard him wrong, the words you have been waiting for all your life weighting heavily on your mind.

"I love you." you whispered into the night, still busy with petting him.

You let out a quiet hiss when you felt him move, his softening dick twitching inside you, his face close to yours with his purple pupils staring at you in such a vulnerability, something he always hid from you.

"Say that again." he whispered weakly, looking at you like a beaten puppy at the first person to ever show him love.

"I love you." you said without a hesitation. A second later his lips came crashing onto yours, the kiss feeling more intimate than everything you did earlier.

Your arms hugged his neck, holding him tightly, for a moment protecting him from the world he swore to protect you from.

Pulling back felt like breaking a vow, but he had to take a good look at you once again.

The tiredness visible in your eyes, your body glistening with sweat, and your arousal all around your pussy and inner thighs.

Slowly he pulled out of you, both of you letting out a whisper of disappointment at your parting.

You cunt clenched on nothing, never before had you felt so empty.

He would lie if he would say that the sight of your spent pussy wasn't arousing, but he had to control himself for now and take care of you.

You saw him standing up, looking at him questioningly, seeing him discarding the condom and wrapping it in a napkin before throwing it into the trash.

Taking out a handful of tissues he came back to you, beginning to gently wipe away the wetness between your thighs.

Your overstimulated body twitched slightly, but the soothing caressing on your thigh kept you relaxed in place.

Your mind didn't really register what happened next.

He moved around the room for a while longer while you stayed in his bed spent, almost asleep.

At some point he helped you sit down and put on an oversized shirt of his onto you.

You felt a gentle kiss planted on the top of your head and your body being lifted before getting put back down onto the bed, letting you rest under the covers on a dry fabric.

You felt the mattress dipping beside you before an arm came to hug you, pulling you closer to his chest.

"You're still with me?" you heard his quiet voice right next to your ear, feeling too tired to use your words you simply nodded your head and got more comfortable beside his body.

You heard a quiet chuckle and another kiss on your head before everything went blank.

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You were woken up by a loud knocking and the sound of the door opening.

"You two still in bed? It's 10am already." the voice of your Gran made you look up while rubbing your eyes, trying to wake your body up "I'm going shopping, the fact that you have two weeks free from studies doesn't mean you're allowed to completely throw your routine out of the window."

You saw Caleb sitting up from the corner of your eye, luckily he threw a shirt on himself yesterday. You lifted your upper body on your elbows. The fabric of your underwear and Caleb's last day's clothes missing from the floor. He probably took care of it while you were busy falling asleep.

"Sorry Gran, we'll get downstairs in a minute." he said with his raspy morning voice, why did your pussy wake up too?!

"You better, I'll be back in an hour or two, sleepyheads." she threw the sentence your way before making her way out of the room, completely unbothered by the fact you slept in the same bed, she was already used to it.

More often than not she had to come wake you up to school to the other's room, your habit of sleeping while cuddling each other didn't change since childhood years.

The only thing that changed is the way you viewed it now.

Caleb planted back onto his back with a groan, his arm thrown over his eyes to block the bright light from the Sun.

Your legs pressed together, the lack of panties obvious, you could almost hear the sound of your wetness once your inner thighs met together.

Your legs felt like jelly, you were sure that the result of it will be a funny walk today.

Suddenly a hand pushed on your chest, making your body plop back onto the bed. Your eyes widened, Caleb leaned over you from the side, looking at you with a stupid grin.

"Good morning beautiful." he said nonchalantly which earned him a punch to the chest.

"Shut up." you bit back, unimpressed.

"I'm pretty sure that last night you didn't want me to shut up." his face got closer to yours but before he could plant a kiss on your lips your hand met his face  pushing him away from you.

Sitting up you got ready to stand up, but an arm wrapping around your waist pulled you back, your back meeting his torso.

You let out a quiet hiss at the feeling of his hand pressing at the place he railed last night.

Instantly his hold softens, gently hugging you from behind.

"Hurts?" the playfulness from before left him, his palm began gently massaging your lower tummy.

"I'm just sore." you relaxed in his hold, letting him hold you.

"Sorry." he whispered, but his tone betrayed how proud he felt from being the one to tire you out like this.

"You're not." you shook your head in disbelief.

"Yeah, I'm not." his mouth planted a hot kiss to your neck.

The room settled into a comfortable silence, with your body leaning on him and his hands caressing your sore spots.

"Will you make me breakfast?" you whined, looking up at him with the best puppy eyes you could make.

His smile widened.

"Oh would you look at that, my princess has a demands now." he teased, but the soft kiss that met your forehead gave you a clear understanding of just how little he minded.

After all he created this brat.

"Let's get you ready to, you know, be alive." his body shifted, standing up from the bed while pulling you towards the edge.

In a second you were scooped up into a princess carry, the way he made the gesture look so effortless always impressed you, not like you would ever tell him that tho.

"I'll leave you to take a shower and go make us some breakfast, alright?" he said, walking into the bathroom already.

Your clothes were still scattered around the ground from yesterday's unsuccessful attempt at showering, luckily you didn't share the bathroom with Gran...

You nodded your head, not happy about being put onto the ground again, his arms were comfy.

"C'mon don't be like that, I'm tempted to jump in the shower with you seeing how sad you are about being apart from me." he joked, but seeing the hopeful eyes you gave him he knew that you were about to ask- "No. Pips, you need to wash up a bit and if I jump in with you we won't end up just showering." he felt his heart throb at the way your hopeful gaze turned into a disappointment.

Giving you one last peak on the forehead he turned around to get you your clothes for the day, but a hand pulling him by his elbow made him stop in his tracks.

He looked at you questionably, but instead of words he saw you getting closer before a kiss landed on his lips.

Instantly he returned the gesture, his hands coming down to hold your waist, feeling nothing there but a thin fabric of his t-shirt stopping him from touching your bare skin.

He felt his cheeks growing warm at the realization: you didn't have anything under his shirt.

Before something else could grow hotter he pulled back. Seeing your proud grin he couldn't help himself but smile too.

"I'll get you some clothes." he chuckled, this time actually leaving the bathroom.

What he didn't take into account was that once he'll come back you'll be naked below the stream of water, the only thing between you two being a shower glass.

He stopped in the door, clutching your clothes harder. You didn't even notice him, or you didn't act like you did, your back facing him, with your hands busy making sure all of your hair met the water.

He saw your bruised skin in places where he gripped too tightly last night, he wanted to feel apologetic but couldn't lie that the sight of it made him instantly reminisce the way you felt.

He took a deep breath, his gaze dropping to the floor, he felt himself getting excited but he couldn't let himself join you under the stream.

After all he had all of the mess to take care of, the evidence of your activities needing to get all cleaned up, and he had a breakfast to make, after all his most important task was to take care of you.

This day is going to be long one, but he would do it all over again, only to keep you in his bed every night.

Only to keep you in his arms for an eternity.

[xiao-come-home]

Even MORE pre-release Boothill. Please bear with me im doing my best,, slightly sug/gestive in one paragraph 🤸‍♀️

I've read somewhere that Boothill short-circuits when he's embarrassed AND I STAND BY IT. 1000%. I am here to spread this like a disease. His system is definitely able to process his emotions, but when you do something that makes his heart skip a beat, he freezes in his spot, his cheeks gain the most beautiful scarlet color... And then you hear the worst combination of malfunctioning robotic noises, AND then sparks fly off of him. Might have to wait a few minutes until he comes back...

Boothill might look like he's calm outside, but he just FEELS the blue screen coming when things get too heated with no break whatsoever or too much fluids go past the protective metal plates. His body stops in place, is absolutely unresponsive, and his eyes flash blue.

Don't worry though, your Boothill has a restart button, right in the middle of his upper back, hidden by his half-vest (or.. whatever that is). He might overheat a little bit though, so be careful not to give yourself unnecessary burns.

In rare cases when his blue screens get REAL bad, you have to stick a USB drive he gave you in those special slots he has on the left side of his hips to bring him back.

Boothill most definitely does not sleep, but gets recharged by electricity or fuel instead. Perhaps that's the reason for the hole he has on his back? Either way, it gives you an opportunity to "plug him up", which he hates, despises even, to hear from you when he feels low on energy (he still wants a goodnight kiss btw).

Boothill swallows bullets. He also spits them out when needed.. usually, he's very careful not to spit them into your mouth when you kiss, but gravity betrays him on his worst days.

Boothill probably works like Siri or Alexa when battles leave him a bit too wounded. You might wonder about something, say it out loud, and then Boothill just can't stop reading the first thing that came up on Google.

"What's the best recipe for carrot cake?"

"2 cups (260g) all-purpose flour, 2 teaspoons baking soda, ½ teaspoon fine sea salt—" Boothill gasps and covers his mouth, "1 ½ teaspoons ground cinnamon, 1 ¼ cups (295ml) vegetable oil, 1 cup (200g) granulated sugar—"

He just can't stop.

[scarfacemarston]

Could you please write some hc’s of how Kurt would physically feel? Like, how would his fur feel, his hair, his tail, his teeth when kissing, and how it would feel to hold hands (since his hand only has 3 fingers). Also, could you include a NSFW portion (if you want) of how his genitalia would feel, both with the reader feeing it with their hands, and how it would feel inside the reader. That would be great!

SFW: Kurt’s fur canonically feels like velvet. His fur is not at all the same as Beast’s. It’s very short and appears to be more like skin than actual fur. It is not all over every part of his body either. His body is more like fuzz than actual fur. He can overheat in the summer, but you would never hear him complain about the heat. However, you or his friends would have to keep an eye on him so he doesn’t catch heat stroke. He HATES feeling sweaty, though. It makes his fur stand in annoying directions. His entire tail is also like velvet, especially the spade tip. 

His palms and bottom of his feet do not have fur or fuzz on them. He’s fine with swimming if he chooses to, but it’s not something he does often. He’s fine with the rain, but he would prefer to wear a trench coat or something else sleek to protect himself. He’s fine with his hair getting wet, but the rest of his body sometimes annoys him.

His hair is like the finest silk, and you love running your fingers through his soft midnight blue tresses. He loves it just as much - more than you know. He has to keep himself quiet so you don’t tease him.  His hands are strong, with many callouses from training on and with bars and poles so often. You wouldn’t expect them to be so strong, just by looking at them! Like the rest of him, his hands are very soft. His hands are also very large, but not enough to be disproportionate to the rest of him. Needless to say, you feel secure holding his hands -even if it took a few tries to find what was comfortable for both of you. From that point forward, he loves holding hands and will randomly gently squeeze your hand or give reassurance that way. Him giving you back massages also feels very unique because of how strong his hands are, but don’t worry, he’s always gentle.

As for his teeth- he’s very careful not to bite you while kissing. He knows what he’s doing and is a talented kisser. He’ll give little nibbles to your lips in between kisses, with a soft swipe of his tongue following as an “apology”. His kisses on your neck or the rest of your body feel divine. He will never bite hard - he’s not an animal and doesn’t like being reminded of how different he is - but he will definitely nip playfully. You don’t know how he doesn't manage to leave bruises - but he likes to joke that’s one of his mutant powers.

Spicy content below:

For his tail: Kurt will use it in foreplay if requested, but it’s not always his first inclination. He’d like to at first please you in the “normal” ways before involving his tail. There’s a fine line between enjoying it and fetishizing him. If he feels like you’re fetishizing him, he will leave.

His pubic hair is actually less than you’d think. As for his dick, he's gifted. Prep and foreplay is an absolute must with Kurt and he’s all to happy to provide. However, he knows he's sizable but he is also terrified of hurting you. Expect a lot of “Are you alright, Liebling?” or “Is this okay, Mein Schatz?”

He’s thick and lengthy with a curved head and a few prominent veins, giving slight ridges like any veiny dick. It’s heavy in your hands and very responsive. There is a definite stretch when he enters you, hence the need for foreplay. However, both of you love the fullness and the closeness it brings the two of you.

[feefivefoe]

I guess I'm unintentionally working my way up the age ladder, so Jason next-

This is the first part that contains backstory stuff I gave my reader, so unfortunately this is where a lot of the "they can be anyone" immersion dies, sorry y'all.

Genuinely, he thought he might hate you at first. Even at the preteen age of 12, where children were usually trying to start striving to independence, you had been so...bland.

It's not that you didn't stand out. Quite the contrary. Anywhere Alfred could be found, you were just a step or two behind him. A leech. Only ever speaking in a hushed voice, making the old man strain himself to hear you, surely.

He doesn't think you've ever even looked him in the eye.

It isn't until that summer he starts connecting the dots. You still cling to long sleeved shirts, pants over shorts, even when it's clear you're struggling to not overheat.

Then he catches you in the kitchen in the middle of the night, t-shirt and pajama shorts.

Burn marks, healed yet gruesome, decorate your arms and legs. Based on how they're positioned, he'd argue they probably exist on the rest of your body, too.

And yet, despite his invasion of what you clearly(?) wanted kept hidden, you merely bow your head in shame and offer a meek apology.

That's when he stops seeing you as a problem, but as a victim of consequence.

Not a bratty child who doesn't care enough about the lower class to speak to your new 'sibling,' but a lonely child who had never even once considered he might want to speak to you.

"Mister Wayne and Mister Grayson are very busy." You had said once, matter of factly rather than bitter or sad. "I'm sure they'd spend time with me if they weren't. But they have two lives, so they have less time than anybody."

He doesn't have the heart to tell you that they make time for him. And the rest of Gotham.

As you do with Alfred, you begin to shadow him. Meandering behind him without a care as to what his plans are, happy to receive the barest of acknowledgments.

You hesitate when speaking about yourself, as though taking up his time with mentions of you is an issue. He's starting to understand why.

Jason isn't sure if it's pity or growing affection that keeps him around, at first. For a while, he sees you as more of a sad, wet dog than as his family.

But you begin to connect with peers at school, finding validation outside of those that feel forced to give it to you. You mature, grow up more than you should, and realize the reality of your home life.

And Jason is thrilled! ...and...a little sad? He's happy for you, sure. Having friends is probably what you needed. People who want you around, genuinely. Who choose to make time for you.

But he'd be lying if he said that the way you used to stare at him didn't make him feel like a hero. Like he was doing so much, changing your world, simply by existing.

You still speak, of course. You're friendly siblings that get along well. You give him various foods you've tried making, courtesy of Alfred inspiring a desire to learn to cook and bake on your own. You talk about books you've read together, and listen intently while he rambles about his favorites.

You even peek in after particularly rough patrol nights, just to make sure he's gotten through it okay.

But it isn't...quite the same. No, but it's...it's for the best.

And he is still a hero! As Robin, he's protecting the whole city alongside Batman!

So he's still a hero.

He's still your hero.

"Jay? I was wondering if I could ask you for some help. The show my club is doing is one of those old books you like-"

"They aren't that old."

"-and my character doesn't show up much in the movie-"

"You watched the MOVIE before reading the book!?"

"-so I wanted to ask if you'd help me with characterization!"

He remembers groaning at you and rolling his eyes. "I'm busy tonight. Go watch the dumb, BAD, movie again." He pauses. "Uh, but I can tomorrow. I'll make sure I don't have anything planned, promise."

He saw you pause, and sees the constant same promises pass through you.

"I...have other arrangements. I'll make it up to you next time."

"Ah...sorry, kiddo! Big kid stuff. But next time! You trust your big bro, yeah?"

But this is Jason. Jason doesn't lie to you.

Jason keeps his promises.

You smiled. "Yeah. Tomorrow."

...

Then he died.

[heck-theo]

Okokokokok- ignore how rough and messy some of these redraws/sketches are - but it's apparently also dinosaur month?? (WHY did no one ever tell me it's Jurassic June? I love dinosaurs) And like. What if Rise but dinosaurs?!

I don't often post such loose sketches but I wanted to show these off cause I really like some of this.

Design choices and dino species + the reasons I picked them bellow (looking for potential Donnie dino suggestions):

Clothes: Without the shell they really need clothes. They'd all have pretty much the same pants to keep some unity, except maybe Mikey (I decided they should all have the same pants after I finished the Mikey sketches, not sure if I'll keep the shorts or change to pants). Accessories are a mix of pre and post finale.

Raph - I think would keep it simple and practical but would also wear nice jackets and stuff when in casual situations. I need to work on giving him an alternative outfit and tweak his accessories a bit.

Donnie - An oversized pull-over hoodie cause we already know he loves that shit. We see him wearing it all the time. Easy enough. He wears a comfortable singlet underneath so the straps of his battle sail don't rub. Nice soft fabric, tight fit so it doesn't move around, tucks it into his pants, etc. When he wears the battle sail he won't overheat so he can wear hoodies basically all year round.

Leo - He's in one of those shirts with obnoxiously large arm holes and make it cropped cause 1. I think he would 2. I want it to be different from Raph and Donnie's singlets. He usually wears the shoulder strap off his shoulder but pulls it up when he needs to. He has some of the black bandages over his mid drift atm but I might just make his pants super high waisted in the final version. He'd probably wear a bomber jacket (also cropped?) over the top for cool weather, but doesn't like to hide his feathers.

Mikey - I think he'd mostly wear hand me downs when he's younger. He definitely goes through a stage of rebelling and wanting to pick his own and would find a middle ground of appreciating sharing some of his brother's clothes and modifying them, as long as he has the choice of his own available. Not sure if that would be before or after this design. At the moment he's got Raph's old shorts (from a loooong time ago), Leo's old shirt, and Donnie's old zip up hoodie. He does have his own accessories though, including pins instead of stickers.

Dinosaurs: I kept them all as non-avian dinosaurs, AKA not including animals that are colloquially considered dinos but aren't (like pterosaurs). I wanted to keep an even split of herbivore vs carnivore just so one wasn't the odd one out. I wanted to keep most of their body structure, colours and distinguishing features the same as canon. Obviously I added tails cause, yeah, of course haha. I did want them to be recognisable as different species of dino using distinct characteristics that their species is known for. I did ignore a lot of differences though, like size and bipedal vs quadruped (although the quadrupeds might be more likely to go to all fours, especially when fighting or afraid). Leo and Donnie are carnivores so have sharper teeth and claws.

Raph - Some kind of Ceratopsian (likely Triceratops or something very similar) and he was the first idea I had for this and I'm really happy with it. I think it just suits him. Trike Raph just came to me in an unprecedented moment of genius. His spikey frill replicates his spikey shell. His sturdiness, protectiveness and willingness to kick ass when needed, all scream trike to me.

Donnie - Spinosaurus but looking for other species recommendations. More details below: So I wanted to figure out a way for him to have tech with a similar function to his battle shell (in the sense that it's something that helped him in day to day life) and so I went with spino cause one possible theory about a function of spinosaurus' sail is temperature regulation. So his battle sail has heating/cooling systems as well as other tech. A spino's sail was probably not fragile but the battle sail would also help protect it from being targeted during fights or crushed during extreme impacts. It was also thought to be used for display, and what's more of a display than a battle sail? The only problem I have with this is that it's lacking part of what makes Donnie's battle shell so great, which is that it is essentially a prosthetic. Not quite the same as how prosthetics are used in people of course, just in the sense that it is replicating the functionality of a body part that he doesn't have (I can't think of a better word). Well he does have a shell but it doesn't function in the same way that his brothers shells do, which leaves him with less defense than they have, hence a big reason for the battle shell (I hope I explained this well, it was hard to try and word properly). I can't think of a good way to do this with dinos. I was thinking of a carno or something with tiny arms, then Donnie could have tech enhanced arms but I'm pretty much ignoring body structure in the others so it would be weird to have just Donnie be affected by a difference in limb structure/functionality. I was thinking prosthetic tail but every non avian dinosaur had a pretty substantial tail. Except therizinosaurus but even they hade pretty obvious tails. I'm open to suggestions for this one if anyone has ideas. It does have to be an extinct non-avian dinosaur (anything not in Avialae), preferably carnivore but if someone suggests a really good herbivore or omnivore then I can try and swap Mikey for a carnivore. I want there to be an even split. I also wanted to give him something different on his face, like his brothers, and that could only be a little spino crest and it crowds the top of his head but I can't put it anywhere else...

Leo - A type of Dromaeosaur. I was tossing up between this and a dilophosaur where his red stripes were part of the dilo's crest, cause I wasn't sure about giving him feathers. But dilo Leo was so plain compared to the rest and the crests were hard to get looking right so I went back to raptor Leo. I can definitely imagine him literally and metaphorically preening his feathers too. You can't really see it but he does also have that big raptor claw. Raptors were smart, tactical and worked in packs so I think that suits him. I wasn't specifically referencing how some artists draw Leo's stripes coming off his face (I was just trying to replicate his stripes somehow, even though it doesn't make a huge amount of sense) but I realised afterwards that it kinda looks like that and might have been subconsciously inspired by it.

Mikey - Is an Ankylosaur. I'm pretty happy with the species but I need to work out the design of his armour plating so that it looks interesting, cool and protective but isn't too chunky, too pointy or super lumpy looking. I went with an anky cause Mikey is often hiding in his shell and he can't do the same here but he could curl up in a defensive ball. Plus I could imagine him using his tail club in his razzmatazz fighting style. A little like his kusari-fundo or nunchacku/nunchucks (not sure on proper wording).

[anmolsmsblog]

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[moon-buggg]

If I smooches SCP Sun, would he turn into a space heater?

in a word?

yes.

He can control them to an extent, but they're extremely tied to his emotional state. Positive emotions create light and a comfortable/safe level of heat, while things like anger trigger more extreme defensive uses. With yn? He's the worlds biggest heating pad and you are liable to get minor burns if you cuddle with him for too long- or surprise him, for that matter. He overheats quickly when flustered

Best give him a warning before you try any affection, or invest in some really good eye protection if you dont want to get flashbanged lmao

[yanoverload]

Yandere HellHound

Mom there's a thing in the yard.... What the fuck is that? 

Mono.... You dumb whore.

"Mastuuurrr!!! I made a mess :(((( shorry.... What do you mean you put the bowl before the milk and chereal? I didn't know that!!!"

No sleep again this time. 

No matter how hard you try, the videos, the meditation, hell, even masturbating.

You're too scared that someone is there... Knowing about you. It's been months, months of torture no one can help you with. 

You knew you had a stalker. 

Someone was keeping tabs on your life, craving every little dirty secret you have, just to ruin your life.

You had doubts of who it was, maybe the guy that wanted the promotion at your job but you got it instead? A crazy ex? That incel you argued against on the internet? 

Even a demon, now that they started to show up out of nowhere. Whoever it is, it wants you dead.

You got compromising photos in your work mail. Dog poop in your yard. Razors on your doorstep.

A camera in your window.

Maybe you should get a guard dog... Like your friend suggested. The police didn't move a finger anyway.

The day you decide to leave (after staying inside, terrified to leave and come back to a burnt house) to go to the shelter, your friend calls you.

"I'm at your door! Can I come in? I got a solution for your stalker problem!"

Hesitant, you quietly open the door to see your friend... And a dog.... Fire.... Guy? Thing?

"I thought a normal dog would still be a bit dangerous, so I made a contract with a hellhound on your steed! Did you know they are the tough workers of hell?"

What the fuck?

"This guy can handle anything! And will do anything you ask too, just remember to give him some affection sometimes. Right, Mono?"

"Hello mastur!!! I luv you!!!!" He says half drooling.

.....

Maybe you shouldn't have been friends with a witch. But he seems cozy, and seeing your stalker shitting themselves over this behemoth would probably cleanse your worries.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Some more facts about him! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

In this universe, Hellhounds are hardly even considered demons. They are entities made of the hottest fire in hell, handled through their charcoal like skin, the only one capable of handling such heat.

That being said, Mono hates wearing clothes. He uses pants because you order him to, but no shirts.

He has a thorn pattern in his neck, your name in the back. 

You have an "M" at the center of your back. You only noticed days after you got him.

Completely in love with you. Golden retriever behaviour.

If you do not give him attention for too long, he gets needy, and overheats. Be careful of fires!

Diet consists of: wood, charcoal, human fluids, flesh

He seems to be insecure over his eyes, since they are unlike humans.

Very stupid. 

Not thinking when in a rage to protect you can be.... Messy. Keep your mops in hand.

Has one gold tooth. He says he lost his canine when he was younger in a fight with his siblings.

Drools all the time, keep your mops in hand x2.

That's why he speaks a bit crookedly.

Height: 210 cm (6'11 feet) no. I'm not joking.

[feinyan]

Hello! How are you doing??

Can I request cute and fluffy moments with damon and kai? Like just silly cute daily stuff they do with reader

MOMENTS WITH THEM featuring. damon maitsu, kai monteago and wolfgang akire.

hiii i hope this fits what you'd requested. hope you enjoy it. some actual writing and some small silly headcanons ! i see all your requests and ill try my best to work. expect another post maybe after christmas! three feinyan posts in a week .. who is this …?

# damon maitsu

laying on the couch together, resting practically atop of him, face close to his own with your body positioned between his legs. elbows digging into his chest as you ramble and giggle on endlessly about your day. he’ll suddenly raise move hands, sliding them toward your waist and giving it a big squeeze. the cold fingers against your bare skin catch you off guard, and it sends you tumbling down (not a very far distance, albeit) with your head into his chest. he snickers at you with a smug grin as you give him a lecture.

internally fights himself to not completely melt into your touch. he feels like a dumbass when he does. its conflicting. standing in front of him, fingers intertwined within his own, leaning in close enough to feel his breath against your skin. parting your lips and sliding a thigh in between his own, he stumbles backwards, pulling away from your touch. the two of you sort of shoot looks at each other in confusion. damon, a flustered mess, muttering to slow down and give him a second to process it. he wants it, but hes nervous. too nervous to process your touch, too nervous to process even just the way he feels. if things go too quick for him, he feels like his brain will turn to mush. these type of moments make you giggle. a humored hum escaping your lips whilst he gives you an embarrassed look, biting his lip whilst unable to refute your laughter. but you don’t mind it with ill intent, and he’s aware of that. his need for your patience, his nervous grin, his shaking fingers. its all too cute when he overheats in the moment.

soooo annoying in the morning. its a daily occurrence. grumbles about still being tired, burying his face into your chest in order to shield his eyes from the sunlight interrupting through the blinds. you’ll literally have to drag him out of bed or annoy him with whining and babbling till he wakes up if you want to get anything done on time. such a sleepy love bug, clinging to you as if he didn’t have a care in the world showing affection.

rough with how he touches you. always. in a way, its a reminder of him. something you like. something special. his way of attempting to be gentle with you yet always managing to be harsh with his fingers or lips is amusing, so you feed him praise nonetheless.

i think he would lean on you a lot. if you’re short enough, he stands behind you, hands on your head and resting his own atop of them.

communicates with you with eye contact. if you’re out with friends and he wants something, he’ll indicate it with his eyes. annoyed? rolls his eyes. confused? gives you a weirded out stare. silly stuff like that. you’ve practically mastered damon eye language by now.

coldest hands. literally ever. his body always feels like he’s ridded with frostbite, stranded in the midst of a winter storm. even in summer.

# kai monteago

pathetic. full stop. has a habit of running to you whilst whining, burying his head into the crook of your neck or clothing, and begging for protection from you. ‘baaaaaaby, damons picking on me again. say something to him! tell him to leave me alooooooneee …’

always caught up on petty celebrity drama and gossips about it with you. texts you as soon as he hears something new, always making sure to keep you updated. bursting into your room, closing the door abruptly behind him whilst throwing himself against your mattress, phone in hand. ‘guessssss what i just found out!’ rambling about dumb internet drama was a topic frequently brought up between the two of you, whether its a hot topic going around the internet as of now, or something he just happenedddd to stumble across. and just happenedddd to tell you about it in detail the minute he heard.

sends pictures of himself to you almost every time you’re apart. he misses you, and he wants you to see his gorgeous face even when you’re apart! constant facetimes, a lot of texts updating you on his day or whining about work, etc.

dummy who uses internet slang with you expecting you to immediately understand. and when you don’t, he acts like its the most shocking thing in the world. ‘babe. how do you not know what rizz means?? its literally everywhere!’

takes pictures of literally everything for social media. food? check. scenery? check. himself? double check.

you two do your nails together .. or you’ll try out makeup products or little trinkets you’d found on each other.

alwaaaays takes you out when he goes shopping. never goes without you, its just routine. thrifting, expensive, grocery, anything. its as if he couldn’t make decisions without you there.

takes pictures of you so often! he just love loves looking at you, whether or not you look inherently ‘good’ or not. he always thinks you look lovely. he def has a photo album of you.

# wolfgang akire

has a routine to leave a kiss against your forehead every morning. even if the two of you are just spending a day in bed together, whether you’re awake or not when he’s preparing to leave for work. he’ll brush your hair out of the way, gently placing his lips against your forehead with a quiet, ‘i love you, i’ll see you soon, my darling’ as to not wake you up.

frequently showers with you. not in a sexual way, but in a way where you two just view each other in such a vulnerable state. a way of being closest to each other in a way nobody else could, giggling or talking over the loud pounding of the water hitting the shower floor, washing each other. wolfie running his fingers through your hair, thoroughly scrubbing at your scalp in order to wash any excess soap out. humming softly, his eyes steadily locked on his working fingers as he’d mutter out a usual, quiet, ‘hold still, i’m almost done sweetheart.’

kisses parts of your body you’re insecure about. scars, moles, any feature you dislike. but he just can’t find a way to dislike anything about you, he cherishes every part of your body, and he won’t forget to remind you of that.

frequently takes toshiko out on little adventures with you. to an arcade, an amusement park. anywhere wolfie thinks both of you will have fun. to him, seeing two people he loves, a girl whose like a little sister to him and you, someone who he’d go to hell and back for giggling and chatting together warms his heart in an unexplainable way.

lends you clothes. usually his sweaters or jacket, but he just wants you to be warm, hes always concerned if you two are out in the winter. bundles you up in a jacket, a scarf wrapped around your neck and big poofy gloves covering your hands.

sends you lovely, sweet messages randomly. throughout the day, he’ll ask if you’ve eaten or what you plan to do today. he’ll call you on break or when given the opportunity. hes always making sure he has time for you, and maybe worrying a little too much.

calm, rarely argues with you. its reassuring the way he listens to you and understands you.

def surprises you with your favorite types of food or flowers after a long day! he knows just how to take care of you.

sometimes he'll come home in a bad mood after work, and you can return the favor! surprising him with things he enjoys, making him a nice warm meal or just comforting him. your words with each other mean a lot.

@ feinyan