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hello darling🤭i live here now, hope you don’t mind🤭🙏

I was wondering if you would mind writing smth with the batfamily having a danish sibling, or maybe jason or dick having a gf who knits/crochets a lot, and then the gf shows up with personalised gifts for everyone?

this is oddly specific and you don’t have to do either but i’m addicted to your writing😞🙏

love, ur robin <3 !!!

Arts and Crafts

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Note: Hello my lovely! sorry this took a hot minute...I have so much in my inbox right now it's insane, but you guys are awesome. I hope this is okay, I tried my best with the Danish words, there aren't many of them and I also had to use online sources so I hope they're correct. Please tell me if they're wrong. I hope you enjoy!

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“Move out of the way!” Dick barged past his brother who was clearing up the room much too slowly for his liking. He took the pile of books out of Damian’s hands and began placing them back on the shelf, making sure that each of the spines lined up perfectly.

“Tt.” Damian rolled his eyes. “I really don’t think she's going to notice if the spines aren’t matched up, Grayson.”

“You don’t know that.” Dick practically snapped as he darted across the room to adjust the curtains for the fiftieth time that day. 

You were coming over for dinner, and Dick felt the need to make sure that everything was perfect. It's not like you hadn’t met his family before. In fact, you often asked after his brothers and had spent countless hours chatting away to them over a good book or a movie. However this was the first time you had been around: you had caught a rather nasty cold and so had decided to stay home. But, being the perfectionist he is, Dick felt the need to make everything perfect for you. It was overkill in Damian’s opinion, but he just shrugged and let him get on with it. 

The doorbell rang and was shortly followed by the sound of Dick’s shoes against the wooden floorboards as he raced to beat Alfred to open it. When he did open it he was greeted by the sight of you smiling. You were bundled up in a coat and a scarf that covered the lower half of your face as you sheltered from the biting cold, but as you gazed up at him, he could see the corners of your lips turned up in one of your smiles that he loved dearly. 

"Min elskede.” You greeted him as he removed and hung up your coat as you unwound your scarf to hand beside it. 

“Hi my lovely.” He placed a kiss on your forehead softly. “What’s all that?” He asked, gesturing to the neatly wrapped gift parcels that were poking out of your bag.

“Gifts.” 

Dick turned it head. “You didn’t have to do that.”

You shrugged, picking up the bag with one hand and lacing the fingers on your other with Dicks. “I know, but I wanted to. Besides, I had plenty of time to do it.”

He kissed you again as he led you into the living room. “You’re too good for me.”

“Y/N!” Tim called out from across the room, standing up to hug you. He had grown rather fond of you. “How have you been? It’s so nice to see you again. I was beginning to think that Dick was going to go mad if he had to go another day without constantly seeing your face.”

“Hej, Tim. It’s good to see you too.” You chuckled.

Deciding to take a seat next to Dick after he informed you that dinner would be a little wait, you settled the bag between your legs, propping it up with your feet so that it didn’t fall over. At your arrival, the rest of the Wayne’s slowly made their way to the living room to catch up.

You pulled out the first gift from the pile. It was oddly shaped, wrapped in brown paper and adorned with a silk ribbon tied into a large bow. The gifts caught the boy’s eyes and they leaned closer as you handed them out: First to Damian, then Jason, Dick and Tim. You even had one for Bruce and Alfred, who were both out of the room for the moment, so you made a mental note to make sure you gave them theirs later. 

Damian tore into his first, peeling away the paper to reveal a black scarf, neatly stitched together with rows of red and green in interlocking loops. He unravelled it to reveal its full length and grinned at the delicate handiwork. 

“You made this?!” Damian exclaimed, turning it over in his hands. 

“Yep.” You hummed “I hope you like it.”

“I love it!” He ran over to embrace you in a hug.

Then came Jason who pulled out a red beanie you had crocheted, and Tim who you had crocheted a pair of fingerless gloves and a sleeve for his coffee cup to keep it warm. They were also both very appreciative and their smiles warmed your heart. 

Finally, Dick took time and care to untie the ribbon and peel open the wrapping paper. Inside was a black jumper that you had crocheted for him, on the top was his nightwing logo which you had surface crochet on the top of it. Along the sleeves, you had also added a strip of blue to add a pop of colour. You had been working on it for a little while now and had had a hard job trying to hide it from him whenever he came over. 

“You made this for me?” He asked.

“Of course.” You nodded. “I hope it fits-”

“It’s perfect.” he told you, slipping it on. It fit like a glove. “You didn’t need to do this, Y/n/n… you’ve outdone yourself.” he tugged you to his side tightly. 

“I’m so glad you like them.”

“We love anything you make. They’re amazing.”

“Tak.” You smiled, settling into his side, savouring the feeling of the soft wool against your cheek. He held you close, not quite believing how he had come so lucky to have a girlfriend quite like you.

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Dark Room - Wooyoung

"Working these late shifts with you has only made that urge grow, and I can’t contain my thoughts about you anymore."

•pairing: photographer!wooyoung x fem!photographer!reader

•word count: 1.9k

•tags: mdni, nonidol, dark room sex, wooyoung and reader are photographers, sensory deprivation(?), praise, fingering, wooyoung and reader have secretly liked each other for a long time, dirty talk, slight choking, ...did I miss anything?

Summary: Wooyoung and you work late shift at a photography studio and things gets a little risque in the dark room.

A/N: Inspired by my job honestly. Had this fantasy while working late one day and thought..mm yes Wooyoung would do this. I would like to preface that the dark room where I work is NOT the traditional, red lit, dark room. It's literally pitch black when you shut the door. Please be sure to drop a like, reblog if you enjoyed it, and comment your favorite part! Happy reading!

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“Ah shit,” You curse out as you see the message on one of the printer computers. “Wooyoung, can you grab a Color Developer chemical for me? I need to change paper real quick, and my hands are kinda full!” Softly shouting from across the studio in hopes he could hear you from his desk.

“Yeah, I got it Y/N!” 

“Awesome! Thank you!”

Both you and Wooyoung have been working the late shift at your photography job for a couple weeks now. You’ve been behind on processing orders because you were understaffed or everyone else had kids to take care of and had to be home by a certain time. This year has been crazy for school and sports pictures; taking on more schools and leagues, needing to train the new hires that only stay about a month and then leave, managing two printers that constantly need either paper changed or chemicals added to the bins, or the printer deciding to eat the photographs, causing you to have to reprint them—it was hell. You and Wooyoung however, were the perfect combination to take on night shifts! Naturally being night owls, not having kids to take care of, and working well together, you got more done than anyone else in the office could from their 7-3 shift. Hell, for the amount of work you do, you should be getting a raise or double pay, but alas, your boss doesn’t think that way. 

Taking the empty paper cartridge back to the dark room, you snuck back out and browsed the shelf for the correct roll of paper, grabbing it before you turned around. You snuck a glance at Wooyoung grabbing the chemical off the shelf just down the hall. You shot him a quick smile before going into the room. Setting the paper down on the ground and moving the chair close to the wall so you could get a feel of your surroundings before entering complete darkness. The seal on the door wasn’t the best, so slamming it was the only way to ensure no light would get into the room. You flipped the lightswitch off and sat down in the chair.

While opening the paper case, you couldn’t help but think of the way Wooyoung’s long, black hair framed his face perfectly, when his bangs would occasionally get in his eyes, and the way he would tossle his head to move the pieces out of his way. Sometimes, when it was hot outside on a sports shoot, he would tie it up into a cute ponytail with such ease. The way he interacted with kids while on shoots, seeing his childlike nature come out and the kids getting along with him, was great. It absolutely melted your heart to see him so good with the kids. Always getting the best smiles out of them and staying on schedule while making the kids feel comfortable. On the opposite side of the spectrum, he really knew how to run the show. The way his voice commanded all the other employees on the job, telling them exactly what to do and making sure they were doing everything correctly. He hated to see people getting yelled at for taking “bad” photographs, but really it’s just the head photographer having a stick up his ass and being hard on everyone else while he does the same level of work, so he just wanted to make sure he appeased everyone. 

Being in your own head, thinking about Wooyoung while changing the paper, you hear three knocks on the door.

“Helloooo? Y/N? You alright in there? Did you get swallowed by the dark abyss?” Wooyoung’s voice rang out from the other side.

“Shit.” You mutter to yourself. “N-No Wooyoung, I’m fine and perfectly alive! I just uh..had trouble closing the…lid.” You faked slamming the “lid” shut to make your statement seem believable.

“Oh gotcha, yeah, that thing is a bitch sometimes. Well, could you hurry up? I haven’t been able to finish the chemical cause I have to grab water and well uh…you’re in the room with the sink.”

“Oh right! Sorry!” You scrambled to clean the area up, almost forgetting there is a giant box in front of you and hitting your foot against the top of it, causing you to almost fall forward onto the door handle, but you caught your balance just in time. You pick up the cartridge and set it on the chair you were just sitting in to make room to open the door. You grabbed the handle, slowly turned it, and pulled the door towards you, hoping not to scare Wooyoung. You peaked your head around the side of the door and smiled.

“She’s all your’s~!” You stepped into the light and looked at Wooyoung to see his hands were empty and not carrying the water jugs. Your eyebrows contorted. “Uh.. your hands are empt-.” Your words were cut off by Wooyoung pushing you back into the room, grabbing the door from your hands, and slamming it behind him. The darkness of the room settled in, and you felt uneasy, not knowing where Wooyoung was. “W-Woo?”

“I’m right here~.” He said lowly and you felt his breath against the side of your neck. His hands softly trailing down your side and stopping right above your waist.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You protested and tried to squirm your way out of his grasp. His grasp on you only tightened as he had no intention of letting you go.

“Y/N I can’t help myself. Ever since the first time I saw you, I’ve had the biggest crush on you. Working these late shifts with you has only made that urge grow, and I can’t contain my thoughts about you anymore.” You felt your cheeks get hot and your thighs clench together. Did he really think about you this way?

“W-Wooyoung..” Your voice trailed off, not knowing how to feel about his confession.

“I think about you every night before I go to bed. Perhaps in ways that I…shouldn’t, but you’re just so beautiful.” Wooyoung brushes the stray hairs off your face and tucks them behind your ear. His breath feels warm against you and sends chills down your spine. You feel Wooyoung lean closer to you and his lips are right against your ear. “I touch myself to the thought of you. My name coming out of those precious lips of yours. I want you so bad Y/N. Please.” 

“Fuck.” You mutter softly. His hands playfully sliding up and down your waist. You couldn’t help but feel excited at the thought of Wooyoung thinking about you this way. 

“If I may have your permission, Y/N.” You softly nodded your head, allowing him to touch you in whatever way he wanted to. “I can’t see you love; I need you to use your words for me.”

“Y-yes Wooyoung…please.” You beg, and not a moment later, Wooyoung is kissing down your neck, occasionally nipping at your skin, causing you to groan. You tilt your head back so it is resting on his right shoulder. The feeling of his lips against your neck is intoxicating and you couldn’t get enough. He continues to kiss and suck at your neck, making sure to mark you up nice and pretty. A few kisses later, he grabs your hips, giving you a heads-up.

“Turn around baby.” His hands allow you to spin in place, not leaving your side and once you are fully turned around, he places them back onto your hips and you feel him lean into you again. Your lips search for his through the darkness, bumping into his cheek accidentally, and you let out a soft giggle. Soon your lips meet and you are passionately making out in the dark. His hands continue to feel up and down your body, one hand snaking its way to your ass and he grips it harshly. A soft moan leaves your mouth into the kiss. You feel Wooyoung’s lips form a smirk and he continues to grip onto your ass.

“You like that, huh?”

“Fuck, y-yes I do~.” You pant out, slightly out of breath. Wooyoung’s other hand, not playing with your ass, begins to toy its way down your waistband and slips through down to your underwear. His fingers tease the wet patch in your underwear that has been forming since he slammed the door, causing you to moan and tilt your head back against the door.

“So wet for me already babygirl~. You’ve wanted this to happen for a while, haven’t you?” You can only moan in response, his fingers pressing into you and you hear Wooyoung groan softly, his hips rutting against your thigh as he fingers you. “Making me so…fuck…fucking hard.” 

“Woo..p-please stop teasing m-me. I need you.”

“As you wish~.” He wastes no time pushing your underwear to the side and slipping his fingers inside you.

“Fuck!” You cry out. His fingers stretching you more than your own or any toy ever has. You bite your lip and grind against his hand.

“H-Holy shit you do need me.” He chuckles at your body reacting this way to him. You’re absolutely driving him insane. “Wish I could see that pretty face of yours. Watch your face as I fuck you nice and good with my fingers.”

“W-Wooyoung~.” The dirty talk was getting you to your climax faster than you thought. His voice ringing through your ear like a melody you wanted to listen to on repeat forever.

“Fuck Y/N, you’re taking them so well.” You can’t see his face, but the way that sentence came out sounded like he was gritting his teeth together. You could feel your head spinning and you knew you were close to your release.

“Wooyoung, I-.” Your words are cut off by a moan slipping from your throat. “I need your hand on my neck.”

“Ho hoh~ kinky are we~? I always knew you were a whore.” Wooyoung quickly takes the hand that was playing with your ass and grabs your neck—not too hard, applying just enough pressure that you were seeing static.

“Y-Yes! Just like that.” You manage to choke out and feel the knot forming in your stomach. Your pussy clenches around Wooyoung’s fingers.

“Want you to cum on my fingers princess. I know you can do it.” Wooyoung’s demanding encouragement was all you needed to hear for the knot in your stomach to release. Wooyoung’s grip on your neck lessens, and a string of curses mixed with his name come out of your mouth. "Fuck, you sound so beautiful. Exactly how I pictured it.” Wooyoung pulls his hand out of your pants and kisses your lips gently.

“W-Wooyoung~.” Your voice is no louder than a whisper.

“Sshhh sh sh darling, I know~. Take your time recovering.” Wooyoung caresses the side of your face and wraps his other hand around your waist. He gently moves you out of the way and opens the door slowly, letting the light from the hallway come in, and you squint your eyes from being in the dark for so long. Wooyoung turns around and looks at you. "Fuck, you’re gorgeous even after your insides get rearranged by my hand.” You softly chuckle at his remark and lift your hand to swat at his shoulder.

“Not my fault; you know your way around~.”

“Guess working these late shifts together helped me get to know you better~.” A soft smile forms on his face. You feel yourself blush, and you shy away from looking at him. “Come on. Let’s get back to business.” He offers his hand for you to grab and you gladly take it. He walks you out of the room and down the hallway into the main area of the building.

“So…you working tomorrow~?” You ask playfully.

“I most definitely will be if you’re here.”

“Always.”

[katebishopsbow]

SOMETHING UNHOLY • NEYMAR JR (part i)

pairing: neymar jr x reader (18+)

summary: while babysitting davi, you went up to neymar’s room to get something for the two of you to play with. it turns out that the room wasn’t empty, and you ended up catching neymar doing something unholy.

tags: explicit sexual content (minors dni), voyeurism, jerking off, choking, praise kink, sir kink, age gap, dirty talking, finger sucking, dom!neymar, babysitter!reader, no mentions of y/n

word count: 2.8k

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An excited squeal was heard before the front door flew open, revealing an ecstatic Davi sprinting toward you to greet you with a crushing hug. “You’re finally here!” he giggled with his face burrowed in your shirt, and you patted the back of his head comfortingly as you told him with a smile, “It’s great to see you too, buddy!”

Upon entering the house, Davi began bombarding you with everything that had happened in his life for the past few weeks, from the science fair he won with his exploding slime experiment, the pretty girl who confessed to him at school, the new video game he received from his mom, to the luxurious fishing trip his dad had taken him over the weekend. 

Being the babysitter of Neymar’s kid had its benefits - one of which was the high-paying salary. It paid relatively well compared to the other babysitting jobs you were offered, in fact, it paid so well that this single part-time job was enough to support all your daily expenses and cover part of your tuition fee. And while you initially accepted the job because of the money, you eventually decided to stay because of Davi.

And also because of Neymar - but that’s beside the point.

“Then Dad belly-flopped into the lake! It was awesome!” Davi’s smile is infectious, his genuine excitement about all the little things in life would always fill you with a sense of serene happiness, and sometimes it felt like he was more of a friend than a kid you babysat for. “Well, your dad’s always been awesome,” you chuckled quietly while switching on the TV, surfing through the channels until Davi’s favorite program was on.

Though the boy was quick to interject. “I don’t want to watch TV today… Let's play football together!” he suggested, his voice laced with so much glee and excitement that you didn’t have the heart to say no to him, even though you had absolutely zero agility and were terrible at football. “Alright, I’ll get the football for us…” you pretended to sound unimpressed, but soon broke out into a wide smile when Davi jumped up from his seat with a victorious chant.

“There’s a football in my dad’s bedroom, he said I could play with it if I want.” You contemplated for a while, unsure if it was a good idea to enter Neymar’s bedroom. While he should have been at practice at this hour, meaning that his room was probably empty, the thought of entering his room just seemed like a violation of his privacy.

But before you could ask Davi if he could get the football himself, he had already sprinted off toward the backyard, leaving you all alone in the living room as he yelled out eagerly, “I’ll wait for you outside!” Not wanting to rain on the kid’s parade, you let out a defeated sigh and got up from the couch.

 “I’ll just go in and out. I’ll not touch anything or look at anything inside,” you mumbled under your breath as you made your way up the stairs, trying to convince yourself that this was no big deal. You were only going into Neymar’s room to get the football for Davi - a fully justified reason. And just like Steve Harrington once said, “I’m stealthy, like a ninja.” You’ll go inside, grab the football, and leave - nobody would even notice you were there.

It was all going to be fine.

Walking down the hallway until you reached the room at the very end, you twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open.

It was not going to be fine.

Nothing could have prepared you for what you saw in that room. Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach when your eyes landed on Neymar, sitting shirtless on his bed with his trousers unzipped, hands wrapped around his length as he pumped himself at a steady pace. The way his face contorted in pleasure, eyebrows furrowed together like he was nearing his release, and then the next second his eyes flew open and he was looking at you in utter shock.

Everything was happening so fast that your brain literally short-circuited, like your entire body had shut down and rebooted itself. Every muscle within you screamed at you to flee the room, to get the heck out after walking in on such an intimate moment of his - but almost as if your legs had stopped working, you couldn’t bring yourself to move an inch.

All you could do was stare at him, eyes wide and mouth hung open like a deer caught in headlights. Neymar’s hand came to a halt, his facial expression just as dumbstruck as yours, and you had to force yourself not to glance down at the fingers still wrapping around his hardened length.

You blinked once, twice, and finally were able to collect yourself the best that you could manage. “Sir, I’m so sorry for coming inside your room unannounced. I was just here to get something, and I— I didn’t know that you were going to be in here— normally you’d be at practice so…” you began to ramble, strings of words spilling out of your mouth as you frantically tried to apologize.

“I’m just really really sorry, sir,” you apologized one last time, shoulders slumped and head hanging low from the unbelievable amount of embarrassment you were feeling, and also because you wanted to avoid looking at him and his exposed body. Squeezing your eyes shut, you waited for Neymar to say something, anything. 

You expected him to scream at you to get out, to lash out at you for entering his room without knocking, to kick you out of the house for violating his privacy like this. But when he stayed silent, not uttering a single word or exploding in anger like you expected him to, confusion began to gnaw at your mind and the silence became unsettling.

Your name suddenly fell from his lips in a hushed whisper, his voice raspy and laced with a strange, unexplainable tone. The call of your name made you glance up, and what was once a look of surprise and puzzlement on his face was now replaced with one of desire - his lips pulled up in a slanted grin, half-lidded eyes gazing into you like he had something sinister in mind, and you could feel your insides stirring when his hands began stroking up and down again.

“Lock the door and come over here,” Neymar whispered in a hushed voice, and while his words were soft and gentle, underneath them all was hiding a sense of authority, so firm and unmoving that you couldn’t help but comply. His piercing gaze never once left you as you turned to shut the door, clicked the lock shut, and slowly walked over to his bed. “Sit.” One word was enough to make you listen, taking a seat on the corner of his bed as if your body was on autopilot.

The rational side of you would’ve made you leave the room ages ago, but somehow you couldn’t bring yourself to leave, not when he’s looking at you with unbridled hunger. All you could do was follow his orders and do exactly what he said, like a girl possessed, hypnotized by all that he had, blinded by the need to find out what would happen if you stayed.

Feeling the tension in the air, you swallowed nervously as you desperately tried to figure out what exactly was happening, eyes flickering between his face and the slow pumping of his hand. “Fuck…” he hissed out through gritted teeth, his piercing green eyes now distant and cloudy with lust. “Now watch.”

Every passing second made it harder for you to breathe, to sit still when Neymar’s pleasuring himself right in front of you, and it was damn near impossible to comprehend the fact that he had asked you to stay and watch. Tightening his fingers around his length, he squeezed his throbbing cock as he thumbed his slit in teasing strokes, gathering the precum that had spilled out.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought of bending you over and fucking you inside this house,” he exhaled a shaky breath, smirking at the way your breath hitched as the sinful confession fell from his lips. “I’m a sick piece of shit, right? For thinking of my son’s babysitter this way,” he chuckled, but the way his voice sounded didn’t seem like he was at all guilty. 

Words didn’t need to be said for the two of you to know that this was wrong. From the fact that he was jerking off in front of you, the unholy thoughts that he always had whenever you come over, to how you were enjoying all of this no matter how hard you try to convince yourself otherwise. 

Neymar was years older than you. He was in his thirties and you were still in college. He was a world-class football player and you were an ordinary college student still trying to navigate life. Most importantly, he was a father, and you were his son’s babysitter. Your relationship never should have exceeded that, but it did, with him splayed out in his bed, admitting all the filthy thoughts he had of you while you watched him. 

This was wrong - all of this - but neither of you wanted this to stop.

“But you like this shit, don’t you?” he asked you with a knowing glint in his eyes, and the smirk on his lips only seemed to grow wider. You couldn’t find the words to answer him, any sort of coherent thoughts had longed become muddled up inside your head. Though you didn’t have to, because he already knew your answer from the way your breathing picked up and your thighs clenched together. 

“I bet…” he choked out as his head tipped backward, letting out a deep groan while speeding up his hand. “I bet you’d let me fuck you if I asked.” A little gasp escaped your lips, bright eyes flickering with a lustful gleam he had only imagined in the darkest hours of the night. You stayed quiet, nibbling on your lips to prevent the whine lodged in your throat from coming, and that’s all it took for Neymar to know that your answer was a definite yes.

“You’ll let me come inside like a good fucking girl too, won’t you?” The thought alone was enough to make you whimper, clenching your thighs together needily as arousal pooled at the pit of your stomach. Your eyes fluttered closed, allowing the sinful images to plague your mind - god, how you wished those thoughts were reality instead.

You wondered how his lips would taste like, what his reaction would be if he could feel how soaked you were right now, if he would feel as good as you imagined it to be when he finally slid himself inside you, and how he would look when he finally reached his release, emptying himself deep inside you until you milked him of his very last drop. There was nothing you wouldn’t give for all of this to come true, for him to just touch you where you needed.

Fingers suddenly clasped around your throat, pulling you out of your erotic trance and dragging you back to reality - even though the reality you were in seemed more like a fever dream. “Use your words. Yes or no?” he demanded, and he couldn’t help but admire how good you looked with his hands around you - so good for him, so sweet and breedable.

“Yes, sir,” you answer with a soft whimper, head nodding urgently at his previous question while you relish the firm grip on your neck. “Good girl,” he praised you with a smile before releasing his hold on you. There was a warmth that lingered on your skin even after he had let go, and a part of you wished he had kept his hands there longer, that he had squeezed tighter.

“I bet you’d feel so good wrapped around me… and you’ll let me do whatever I want to you…” He continued to pump himself, cock twitching at the sight of you before him - rosy cheeks and glassy eyes, so worked up and so desperate for him to just touch you. “Please…” you huffed out a pathetic plea, hands gripping tightly on the sheets below you, praying that he would do something to ease the aching need between your thighs.

He smiled - not a friendly one, but the same damned teasing grin he always had on - and had the audacity to coo at you as if he thought you were the cutest thing on earth. “Be patient, baby…” You tried to be patient, you really did, but your patience was running low and you were genuinely going to cry if he didn’t touch you soon. 

A few more rough tugs on his cock and he knew he was nearing his orgasm. “Fuck… gonna come…” he grunted out, rocking his hips up unrhythmically to meet his fist as the bed started to shake. All that could be heard inside his bedroom was the wet squelching of him jerking his cock, the quick and shallow breaths of you both, and the broken moans that rumbled in his throat with each frenzied stroke.

“Sir, please.” That simple sentence was enough to shatter him into a million pieces. A pleasured groan pushed past his teeth as his hips thrust up one last time, body seizing up as jolts of electricity coursed through him in waves of pure ecstasy. You weren’t even touching him, but all he could feel was you - everything else faded into darkness.

White ropes of come spilled from his cock, getting all over his skin and dirtying the white sheets below him. His mouth fell agape, throwing his head back as your name fell from his lips like a mantra, calling you again and again until he completely emptied himself into his fist.

You watched as he fell apart in front of you, refusing to take your eyes off him even for just a second while he drowned in the endless sea of pleasure. “Fuck… that felt so good,” he spoke in a soft murmur, stroking his cock lazily as he collected some of the come splattered on him with his fingers.

Leaning closer to you, he lifted his hand to your lips and pushed his fingers inside your mouth, groaning with satisfaction at the sinful sight - your lips wrapped around him, so good for him, so eager to please. “There you go, my good little girl…” You moaned at the praising nickname he had for you, twirling your tongue around him and enjoying the taste of him.

A strange silence fell upon both of you after he pulled out his fingers, neither of you was saying anything and all you could hear was your own heartbeat drumming in your ears and the ragged breath of Neymar. You could feel his stare on you, dragging his gaze down to your lips, and you wondered if he was going to kiss you.

He leaned in, so close to you that you could almost feel his hot breath fanning against your lips. You squeezed your eyes shut instinctively, but instead, he tilted his head and placed a chaste kiss on your left cheek. 

“I’m off to practice now,” he whispered into your ear, voice low and raspy, and proceeded to get up from his bed. You looked at him with utter confusion, the gears in your head still turning as you struggled to process what exactly had just happened. Was he seriously going to leave? Right now? What about you? 

The ache between your legs only seemed to grow, and the frustration building in your chest was beginning to grow as well, really quickly. “But… Sir…” you tried to think of something, but had no idea what you were even supposed to say in a situation like this.

The smirk evident on his face meant that he knew exactly what he was doing, and was well aware of how mean he was being to you, but he was doing it nonetheless. “Keep being a good girl for me, and maybe next time I’ll give you a little reward.” Sending you a wink, he pulled on his jersey and exited the room.

This motherfucker.

[asmolfolk]

Boothill Romantic Headcanons.🍓☽。･:*:･

Just a quick heads up: This character had their history and dialogues leaked, if you haven't seen the leaks and don't to be spoiled by the character backstory: Please, save this to read for later! Stay safe! Also, as always: I will always try to make this as neutral as possible. Informations that could potentially be Canon x OC are NOT there (Such as your region, what you work with and etc.) And also, I use He/them for Boothill as I headcanon him as nbmasc!

Fandom: Honkai Star rail. Character: Boothill Idea: "How would the characters be as romantical partners?" TW: SPOILERS! 🍓☽。･:*:･

Boothill

Falling in Love.

Who fell in love first?

He fell first.

If you saw the leaks you know… This man can’t cry, this man lost everything that he once owned. His planet was considered uncivilized from the IPC, he lost everyone he cared about in one day. He became “Boothill”, a cyborg that hated the IPC… And, so, there’s the question: How did you fall for him? He can’t catch this. He doesn’t understand WHY or, better, HOW someone could ever love him. He wasn’t even HUMAN anymore, how could someone love “something” like that? Yet, you came. As a breeze in the summer, as a sweet taste in an unknown mix… You weren’t supposed to have his heart in your hands… But you have. Maybe it was the way you kept on talking to him, kept on helping him out whenever and anywhere. You two started to form some sort of alliance and have someone so pretty, such a pretty pal… Was not okay with his mechanical heart. ━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━

How do they notice they have fallen in love?

He couldn’t understand WHY or HOW he fell in love. But, he realized that when he was talking to you and he started to feel some heat when he saw your smile, heard your laugh or just held your hand, he felt like he could combust. This was enough for him to realize that he liked you, but… Not that he was falling in love. He wasn’t stupid, he knew the details - he knew when he was in love with someone, even if he never felt it so deeply like this. But, even then, it was too early. You had known each other only for a few weeks, he decided to wait… And when he noticed some action on your part or even something that he could be delusional over you liking him back… ONLY THEN, he would confess. ━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━

Confession.

Who confessed first?

It depends.

Now, we came into a difficult subject. Even if I said that he would confess… If he never saw something that could clarify his head and to make sure you like him back, he wouldn’t confess. Now, the reasoning: He already lost so much. Somewhere in his head, being with another person can mean a lot of things… And one of them is feeling, he doesn’t know how he will handle not being able to cry, not being able to feel you with all his body. He doesn’t want to make you suffer… So, if he doesn’t see anything: He wouldn’t confess.

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And there he was, overthinking every single little thing that happened in those couple of weeks… And he couldn’t get his head in the problem that he built. Do you love him or not?

He was asking himself this question over every communication that you guys had, he would do anything to try to prove to himself that you don’t. Every action you take, everything that you do… Oh, those little things that he loved. Every single movement was put into his hard drive, his memory wouldn’t let him know how much he loves you… And, just like that…

You don’t know how surprised he was when those words came out of your mouth. He would ask you to repeat your confession, again, again and again… IF only he could cry while listening to you, pouring your heart out to him…. Oh, darling, he loves you way too much. He would immediately hold you and spin you around, he wants you to feel what he can’t… To feel his loving hands holding you just like the awesome, pretty and important lil’ thing.

“Hah, Doll… Didn’t expect ya’ to be so forward… Are my actions not enough answer? I want ya’ too. I love ya’… And I don’t think I will ever feel something like this again.” - He said, his words were sugarsweet and held a sincerity that no one could ever see before.

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Now… What if he confesses first? What could potentially happen if Boothill decides: “Fudge this! Let’s do it”?

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 You knew something was happening when Boothill was not looking directly at you. They seemed to be a bit off today, holding a box that he seemed to grip a bit too strongly while they guided you to a private place.

 It was one of the calmest day in your life… For once, you could enjoy their company happily. You two were alone, sitting close to the hill while looking at the sky… It was already night, but, somehow, you didn’t feel tired.

“Darlin’...” - They called, seemed to be thinking a bit too much before they let the box right in your lap - “Juss’ wanna make sure you… Understand it.”

 When you opened the box, it had everything you talked to them about. Every item you liked, every item you told them you would love to receive from a boyfriend… For a second, you thought they misunderstood you until you reached for a letter, it had their black lipstick and just a simple phrase: “Wanna be my partner forever?” with a silly doodle of them.

 They, seeing your reaction, would say; “Just to make sure: It’s romantical alright? I wouldn’t do this kind of thing for some friend… Just for you.”

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Language of Love.

What's their language of love?

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Quality of Time, Gifts and Words of Affirmation.

Now, HEAR. ME. OUT. This dude, this bro, this cowboy bebop!!!!! They want NOTHING but you to be happy, IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT YOU WANT: YOU GET! THEY DON’T SEE REASONS OR ANY ARGUMENT FOR NOT MAKE YOU THEIR QUEENIE/KINGIE/ROYAL! The truth is: Boothill feels like his words, his time and gifts are the only thing that he can do to make things “better”. He can’t… Feel you the way he wants, he can’t cry for you, he can’t provide you with those things - so he provides you with things he can. He can tell you how pretty you are, how amazing you are, how everything you do is incredible. He can gift you - He can give you anything you want, he can go into an adventure and come back with so many gifts that your house gets flooded with them. He normally comes home with a lot of gifts, so: When you pull for him, remember that! He also makes sure to spend lots and lots of time with you. Always making sure for you to feel loved and unmatchable!

“Ma doll, didn’t expect you to be here so soon! Well, look at the goods I got ya. Hm, hm… Yeah, I know that it’s too much, but all of them remind me of ya’ pretty face. Especially those lil’ cat cakes thingies.” - They would chuckle as he saw your reaction… It was those moments that made him sure: He may have lost his family but he found a new one.

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Reaction of your language of love.

Lemme tell you one thing: He doesn’t care, he is gonna take all of your love like the greedy robocop he is. He says he doesn’t have a preference and he is going to love everything you give to him, but the truth is: NOTHING shows him more love than you just being yourself. Not you trying to make him feel loved or anything, just you being you. You doing things you love, you talking to people about your favorite things… All those little situations are enough for him. He loves it. But, being honest here… I think he loves the way you touch his face - THIS MAN IS TOUCH STARVED - it’s actually the only place he can feel. He feels like - for just a moment - you two could be a normal couple. ━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━

As boyfriend/partner.

How do they treat you?

Do I need to repeat myself? HE LOOOVES YOU SO SO MUCH! He is 100% one to take you out to many different places just because he wants to see you smiling for a bit. When you two start dating, he seems to be on cloud 9 for the first time in forever… He is still asking you to repeat those three words that make his mechanical heart plump as if it was human's. He still asks you to accompany you instead of asking you for a date. Give him a bit of time, he’s still understanding that you truly accepted his confession and that you didn’t leave him behind. Sometimes, when you two sleep close or together he stops everything he’s doing just to observe you, to have every moment with you in his memory card. In those moments, he normally notices: “You are real, THIS is real.” You would receive double the care on those moments, being treated just like the sweet lil’ thing you are. He would say some corny shit, I will admit. He is the type to make jokes just to crack a smile on you, he is also always trying to make you feel lighter - feel like you have no such thing as a sad day and to make you… Feel like you could fly, be free for once.

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Jealous.

 I’ll tell you: I THINK HE’S A JELLY GUY!  Boothill gets jealous more to think: “You are going to leave him for someone that CAN feel you.” and he just can’t let that happen, right? He wants to be with you and he is scared that, maybe, you will come to the realization that you aren’t interested in this mess anymore.  He is a scared man, scared of losing the only family he has left.

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Resume.

As a boyfriend, Boothill is a sweet and loving one. Yeah, you guys can have REALLY nasty discussions that can only result in both of you getting hurt, but, HE IS ALWAYS THE ONE to come up to you - telling you that you two need to talk without fighting. He is also someone who will cherish you. As I’m married to him I can assure you: He is going to be a perfect hubby… You just need patience!

[banj0possum]

Hiii! Could you please do a scenario where the reader is gushing over a fictional character and saying stuff like how hot they are and that they (reader) want to marry them (fictional character). And then the reaction of your characters to all that (specifically darik and hallow I think were the names) thanks!!

When Their Darling Simps For A Fictional Character

My OCs x GN Reader

hey silly billys !! ill be on a little hiatus for a bit because ill be visiting family <3 thank you for all the love yall have given me and my characters!

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Adrian sees you on your phone and smiling at...a cartoon character??

Over the course of the week, he teases and makes fun of you for it, but quickly goes through the stages of grief over how he's not getting your attention as much as before.

At first, he denies that he's jealous of a fucking picture, but that denial is soon forgotten once he hears you comment about how hot they were and he's fuming.

He'll try any way to get you to pay attention to him, slap your phone out of your hand, throw balls of paper at you, anything to make you stop ogling over that dumb character and be with him!!

"Stop looking at that stupid fanfiction and pay attention to me!"

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Brandon is not hiding the fact that he's jealous.

I mean he's trying, but you can clearly see he has beef with your fictional husbando.

He goes home and does research on the character, asking you all casual sounding what you like about them and change a bit of his style depending on your answer.

If you like how masc they are, he's gonna show off his muscles more during training, take off his shirt drenched with sweat in front of you, anything he can think of to make you think he's more manly and therefore more worthy of your love and attention.

"Hey (Y/N)! Check out my new haircut! You know, it kinda reminds me of that character you like right?...right?"

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Valeth brought you a few books to read and he notices you taking a liking to a certain character in one of them.

You tell him how dreamy and attractive the character is and how awesome they are, and he's trying not to grab your little book and throw it in the fire.

He would never want you to hate him for destroying something you love but goddAMN would it be satisfying.

He makes sure to note what characteristics you like about them and see if he can display them himself.

The big orc would even try to hide your book in a high shelf so you can't read it and pay attention to this fictional character instead of him :(

"Duckling? How about you put down that book and we prepare dinner together? I've missed spending time with my love~"

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Bo hates it. But he stays quiet about it, there's no way he can tear apart something that doesn't exist...

He's really salty and a bit whiny about it, begging you to compliment and love on him instead.

"Why settle for some fake when ya got the real thing right 'ere darlin'?"

Ribs is tearing apart anything that depicts the character. Say goodbye to your comic books or magazines.

He just throws a little pouty tantrum because you love someone that isn't the horde.

"You're our mate! Now please come here so I can hug you!" >:I

Soda is sitting across from you as you ramble about how cool this character is and he's not listening at the slightest. Fuck this guy, who even are they???

After you're done, he crawls up to you and pulls you into a tight cuddle.

"Thats nice...can we go back to kissing now?"

Screw just thinks you like the merch and not the character so he collects anything with your favorite character on it.

However, the others get mad at him for it and explain. Screw then takes it all away and hides it somewhere you'll never find.

"mmm I think we're cooler.."

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Wolfie isn't happy. He takes whatever thing you have of your character, and he rips it to pieces.

You run after him as he has your treasured item in his mouth and you hear his muffled laughing as he shakes his head around, ruining it..

He makes it his mission to jump in your lap whenever he sees you gushing about your little character, or pawing your face so you can look at him and love him now. It's been 5 minutes (Y/N)! It's his turn!

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Dorik's eye twitches as he watches you smiling and giggling over some picture. What's so good about it anyway?

He tries to get your attention on him by being extra obedient, making your favorite food, turning on your favorite movie for the both of you to watch, running you a hot bath, anything to make you praise him and not that stupid little image!

He almost settles to whining and begging for your attention, asking why and how you like this drawing and not him! He's your loyal servant after all!

"Master! They don't deserve someone as wonderful and perfect as you! Let's just eat dinner together and forget about them!"

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Kalva is a bit like screw and supports your interest in the character, but only if you praise him for finding little trinkets and stuff of them.

He loves seeing you happy, even though he hates the fact that you talk about them like they're your mate or something, but that's nonsense, he's your mate!

There will not be anything of that character in your shared bed/nest. You have a personal space for them, but your bed is special to only you and him.

He coos to sleep next to you, mumbling about you possessively while he huddles close to your warmth.

"Cute mate, my little mate, you're my mate! My happy little darling!"

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Jasper wouldn't really care unless you directly tell him you like them better than him then he's committing a war crime.

If he hears you saying you want to marry them, he's stealing all your merch of the character and burning them.

He might distract you with Jonesy like pushing a glass off a table and framing it on the cat so you could stop paying attention to your fanfics or whatever.

"H-hey, Jonesy's on the table again...maybe you should switch apps...take some pictures.."

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Viktor tries to stay cool but deep down, he's very very jealous of how much you like this character.

He's one of the only ones to actually confront you about it and he's adorable whilst doing so.

"M-my dear, maybe you should read some other books? I-I know how much you love that one but maybe uhm..we could read one together?"

Garrick doesn't even hide his hatred towards them, he insults and belittles them every chance his gets.

Why be interested in someone like them when you got 3 supernatural men hopelessly in love with you?

"Oh they're strong? Bet I could beat em in a fight. Can they turn into a bat? Probably not..I can though!"

Silas ignores it, he's sure it's just a little interest that will go away sooner or later.

But if he hears you talking about wanting to marry them, he's sitting you down and asking you why you'd want to do that. He hints a lot about him being a better pick.

"Darling I'm sure you can do better than them..I mean..you sure theres no other..attractive..intelligent and interesting people in your life?.."

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Baron has to keep his cold exterior from breaking every time you ramble to him about your favorite character. He's read the books you've read because he's a creep because he wanted to know you better and he can't help but find some similarities between him and that character of yours.

He wants to speak up about it but he's scared what he might imply. A bit of him is a bit flattered that you find people like him hot, maybe he should show off those characteristics more often around you.

"They're uhm..interesting, Boss..sounds a lot like someone I know..."

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Caspian is a whiny bitch when he finds out your liking to that character, he'll try to guilt trip you into dropping your interest in them because 'he should be your only love!'

He'll try his best to get you to look at him instead of that ugly little book.

"You love them more than me don't you? You're so very mean sometimes my treasure!"

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Hallow is hiding the book, no ifs, ands or buts. He's not letting some big strong hero protagonist person take up your attention. If you try finding it, he's ripping it up and disappearing for days.

He'll be extra cuddly to you from then. He'll make sure he's the one who makes you happy, not your other little friend.

"I'll give it back to you doll, if you give me a kiss~"

[happysparklingshadows]

𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚘 + ��𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝 (’96)

Warnings: Gore, Drug use, Being high and having sex, Smut, Mentions of threats of suicides and self hard, Cannibalism, and mature themes.

Note: So sexy and so hard to write for lol! I hope you like this! @zhivaxo​ @g1rlsriot

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Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Natalie is such a simp. They will hug you randomly, hold your hand while walking, kiss you when you aren’t paying attention, and draw shapes into your arm while you go to bed. Natalie will do anything for you if it would make you happy and make you stay. Natalie is very intense when she wants to be. Nat doesn’t care if it’s too much, she knows you understand her as she understands you, and she doesn’t care if it scares you. Nat whispers sweet nothings in your ears while you cuddle or when she holds you while you want the hunt beside her. Natalie is a huntress and will fight for you and with you to understand that she is your protector and provider. I just want you not to get worried if Natalie comes to you with wide manic eyes and tells you how much she loves you, how pure you indeed are, and how good you are. You are her purpose. 

Blood: How messy are they willing to get regarding their darling?

Natalie isn’t afraid to do anything to protect and keep her favorite person. But Natalie wouldn’t want you to see her like this, violent and ruthless, so she does any fights or killing behind your back. Nat is more willing to control the situation to keep you than to kill someone. Natalie is the one who comes up with the tiger pits and how they will hunt each other in the wilderness, she doesn’t mind if you are fed and full. 

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Fuck no. Natalie wouldn’t kidnap you but keep you in an invisible cage beside her. You can’t leave her. She doesn’t mock you because she doesn’t want you to leave her. She doesn’t want to give you a reason. 

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

She would pressure her into having drugs with her. I can see her making you take acid and have a wonderful time and telling you in a vulnerable state that you two were born for each other and were meant to be together now. And you would believe it wholeheartedly, and it would lead to having some awesome high sex. 

“You’re so beautiful…” You sigh as you run a finger down her nose to her lips. An aura shines off of Natalie that is like a rainbow of love radiating off of her. Her baby blue eyes stare into your face with a soft fondness. “God, princess, you are so fucking gorgeous.” 

She rolls on top of you on the bed, and you giggle as you wrap your arms around her neck to kiss her lips. It felt like heaven to touch her. It tingled your fingertips to feel her; it felt like you were in the best place in the world in her arms. Natalie kisses you and lays her body weight onto yours, her pelvis against yours. 

She rolls her hips against yours and sighs; she looks into your blown-out eyes and says as she rubs against yours deliciously, “You were born for me, do you feel it? We were meant to be here.” 

“Yes,” You moan and kiss her lips sloppily as your hand claws into her shirt to let you feel her skin against your lips. 

“Fuck, yes.” Natalie whimpers as she rocks her hips and hitches when you roll back against her. 

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Teen Natalie would expose her whole heart to you, and she would just love you seriously as she does with Travis. Because Travis isn’t messing with her heart, Natalie feels safe with you and lets you express everything. Everything in the relationship is codependent, and every thought, feeling, and sense is shared. 

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

I feel like Natalie is not pretty in a fight. I feel like Teen Natalie has an extremely anxious attachment style and will do anything to keep you by her in a fight. If you leave for air, you are abandoning her. If you sigh, you don’t care anymore. If you look away, you don’t want her. She will say some evil shit in a fight to keep you in front of her fight because at least you are still engaging with her. I see Natalie have tears in her eyes, wrapping her arms around you to stop you from leaving and begging you to stop, begging the world to stop. 

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

No, she is very deadass about everything with you. You are her world, and she doesn’t think you even moving an inch is a funny matter. 

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

She will export her mental illness and threaten to harm herself to various degrees to keep with her. She knows it's fuck up, but it doesn’t fucking matter if you are still with her. 

Lies to you about where the meat came from. It came from your best friend, and she fed it to you in the eyes of it being deer meat, that it was nothing to worry about. You were losing too much weight. You would learn in the morning the truth, and it breaks something inside of you.

 “Get the fuck away from me!” 

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry! Please, listen to me!” 

“NO! HOW DARE YOU!” You sobbed violently out in the winter air. The scraps of your best friend on top of a pile of burnt wood and a dead fire. She was cooked. The one who braided your hair, let you cry on her shoulder, talked to you about boys and gossiped about girls with, laughed with, grieved with, the girl you went to pre-school with, and survived a plane crash together. She is gone. You told her goodnight, and now she is dead and gone in the morning like she was nothing but a deer in the woods. 

Gone into your stomach and is digested. You broke her down in your stomach and carried her life inside you. 

“Please! You were starving, and you were going to die!” 

“I WOULD HAVE RATHER DIED!” You cried hysterically as the other girls circled the porch, watching as you died inside. 

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Natalie doesn’t have a clean-cut plan because she doesn’t have one for herself, let alone her life with you. I see her getting with you in the wilderness, it allows her to be gay and let go of a lot of her comfort, so she just wants to live to see the next day. She doesn’t want to live without you, but it is too painful for Natalie to think about a life IF they get rescued, which is getting bleaker by the minute. 

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Natalie gets jealous, but she copes pretty well. I think Natalie would just try harder to get your attention because, of course, others want you. You are you. It doesn’t feel well, and she wants to fucking cut them open, but she just moves on from it quickly because it’s her that you sleep with at night. 

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Being with Natalie is like that puppy dog “us against the world” love; she treats you like this precious person. You are her favorite person and her only comfort. I believe Natalie has Bpd and would put her partner on a pedestal, always returning to them repeatedly. 

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

You and Natalie were always friends on the team, and you were friends with Shauna and Jackie more than her. And when the crash happened, and you two were the best shots in the team, you two naturally become closer when you are hunting together. You smoke some pot, and things just happen from there. 

Sitting in the plane that almost killed you doesn’t seem to have the dreading and glooming aura it usually does, all because of the girl in front of you rolling a joint. 

You giggle as you watch her lip the paper. You watch her twist the paper gently to close it up for you both to smoke it. She lifts and places the joint to your lips and smirks slightly.

“Okay, pretty princess, take it easy and suck in slowly.” She rasped to you as she lit the end with her lighter, her eyes flicked back up to your eyes. 

As she said, you suck in the joint with your eyes looking down at hers. You wanted to kiss her and have her eyes on you constantly.  

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from how they act around everyone else?

No, Natalie is just Natalie. She doesn't like masking and acting “formal” or “professional” because it is just not her vibe. Natalie is straight up with her feelings, and Nat would never act out of line. She just does her own thing. 

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Natalie is into spanking her partners, and she wouldn’t be above tying you up if you were very rotten. But if it was something small, she just rolls her eyes and makes a snarky comment but gets over it. 

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

None, except your free will to leave the relationship. She will do anything and threaten anyone to keep you. 

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Natalie usually needs to be more patient, but she tries her hardest with you. She gives you time to figure out her instructions, or when you're lining up a shot, or you try to figure out how to grab the antler of a buck you have killed together. Inside Natalie, it feels like a little kid stomping their feet, begging you to hurry up with things in your relationship. She wants to say I love you in the first few days, she wants to have sex very soon, and she wants to have some proof of devotion to your relationship very early. But she understands, and it happens when you are ready to do anything like that with her. 

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

I believe you and Natalie made a pact to never kill yourselves no matter what happens because you two must live together and keep going on. If you die, she would have to move on because of the pact, but she would never find someone again because of all the trauma of losing you and probably eating you.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Natalie would feel bad for how she acts sometimes because she can’t control herself. She feels like a fucking weird imperfect freak that can only fuck things up. That said, Natalie will never let you go because of that. You are the only thing she hasn’t fucked up. 

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Childhood. I think that Natalie growing up in an abusive low-income home, with parents beating each other and being the worst versions of themselves, really affected Natalie’s idea of love. She always knew her parents were horrible to each other. She would watch princess movies with her parents' screams echoing in the kitchen. Nat always wanted to find an escape, someone to save her, some kind of Prince to come by and save her. As she grew up, she grew bitter at the idea and didn’t even like men if they were anything like her dad. Most are like her dad in her eyes. It became more significant; Nat needed something bigger and more consuming than just being together. Marriage meant nothing to her, but being stuck and interconnected with someone else was all she wanted—someone who couldn’t leave her and someone who would love her. 

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Horrible. Terrible. Natalie would start to cry and try desperately to fix the issue, explain herself, anything. If it were just out of a need to release a feeling, she would be beside you, letting you vent anything you need with a hand on your back. She loves you so much, and it hurts her to see you cry. 

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic Yandere?

I think that Natalie is not all that uncommon, and her tendencies seem more like a more extreme relationship with someone with Bpd (as someone with bpd), and it would be something that Natalie would try to suppress as much as possible. 

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit to escape?

Boozes, weed, and her fear of abandonment. She would fold to what you wanted her to do if you mentioned or implied any of them. You can leave her if you need to “escape” from her, but she will always find her way back to you and her together. 

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Emotionally, never physically. Natalie would though some things from her past, how you don’t love her enough, and she would just though things you would never want to hear from someone you love. She has terrible impulse control.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

The ends of the fucking earth. She would do anything for you and fucking hurt, burn, stab, and destroy whatever has to do for you. Nothing will stop her. No morals, laws, or ethics could make her slow down with her goal. 

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

It takes a couple of days to realize and then act on her urges. 

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Co-dependence and drug use. I feel like weed and alcohol, and more profound drugs to exploit your vulnerability and love. The events of the wilderness make it impossible for you two not to build a codependent relationship because it is us against the world. 

Yandere Level

 8/10 (You are very aware that you are in a codependent relationship that leads to the toxic side sometimes, but you don’t know how far Natalie will actually go for you) 

Freedom Level

8/10 (You have your own life but Natalie would like to be not that far behind. She doesn’t overstay her welcome but is always at a arms length distance for you to have her)

Lottie  ✿  Misty  

[sainzfilm]

💌 christmas cards - lewis hamilton 💌

summary: spending christmas in the hamilton household was always fun, especially when it comes to planning surprises for your children. but, what if you have a surprise for him under the tree?

taglist: @svechyaho @squderia @idkiwantchocolatee @koufaxx @melonunicornbby @myescapefromthislife @slut-era @estevries @sidcrosbyspuck @barzysreputation @verclercswiftie @mick2mercedes @mehrmonga

check out my winter wonderland celebration!

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Looking over at your shoulder, you smiled to yourself as you watched your husband fix the gifts under the tree, “I’m surprised the twins and Lucas didn’t have wishlists this year.”

“I bet because we’re awesome parents,” Lewis teased, walking over to you and kissing your temple, “I’m sure they’ll like the Disneyland tickets we’re getting them.”

“You know Amelia and Jamie are probably going to beg for a puppy,” You replied, pulling the cookies out of the oven, “Then you’re going to have a hard time saying no.”

Sitting on the kitchen island, Lewis scoffed and rolled his eyes playfully, “Me? Tsk, I can say no to them easily.”

“Oh really now, Mr. Hamilton?” You raised an eyebrow, grabbing a plate off the rack and transferring the cookies on it, “How about…all the instances they asked for something and you caved?”

Shrugging, Lewis grinned and reached over to snatch a cookie and munching on it, “Okay fine, maybe I do have a weak spot for my girls.”

“Now go wake the kids up,” You dusted your hands off, setting the food on the table, “It’s nearly midnight, keeping up traditions.”

Lewis nodded, jumping off the island and jogging up the stairs to wake the kids in their room. Letting out a deep breath, you sat on the couch and stared at the pictures hanging on the wall. Perfect husband, perfect life, perfect family – how could you ever ask for more?

As the children ran down the stairs, Amelia squealed and climbed on your lap, “Are we going to open presents now, mommy?”

“Not yet, love,” You laughed, wrapping your arms around her, “It’s only 11:45 pm.”

Lucas sat on the floor, cuddling Roscoe and frowned, “That’s only 15 minutes to go! Can’t we open our presents now?”

“What mommy says, we do,” Lewis chuckled, walking in with Jamie in his arms and sitting down on the couch across you, “Plus, I’m sure it’s worth the wait.”

“What’d you get us?” Amelia asked, playing with your fingers, “Did we get a puppy?”

“That’s for me and daddy to know,” You teased, side-eyeing Lewis and turning back to your 3-year-old, “Plus, we already have Roscoe, love.”

Roscoe barked, walking over to you and nuzzling your hand. As the clock chimed midnight, Lewis gave the four of you a big hug, “Merry Christmas, Hamiltons.”

“Merry Christmas, honey,” You smiled, giving him a quick peck and kissing the top of your children’s heads, “Merry Christmas, my darlings!”

Lewis laughed as the children immediately ran to the tree, scavenging for the presents that had their names on it. You stood beside your husband, leaning to his side and hummed happily, “We’re so lucky, aren’t we?”

“Luckiest man in the world to have you and our kids,” Lewis mumbled, resting his chin on the top of your head, “Best present I could ever get.”

Amelia gasped as she opened a present beside Jamie, taking out a pair of Mickey ears, “We’re going to Disneyland?!”

“Mhm, we’re also staying at the hotel,” You smiled, sitting amongst your children, “Are you guys happy?”

Lucas nodded eagerly, wearing the Darth Vader helmet, “I wanna go on all the Star Wars rides!”

“Me too, Lucas!” Jamie exclaimed, opening more presents and gasping, “A squishmallow!”

As Lewis and Lucas pretended to be Jedis with their lightsabers, Amelia tilted her head to the side and crawled under the tree and pulled out a white envelope with her father’s name scribbled on it.

“Daddy, look at this,” She muttered, standing up and tugging at her father’s pajamas, “It has your name on it!”

Lewis looked down at his youngest child and saw the white envelope in her hands, he set the lightsaber down and kneeled to her height, “What’s that, sweetpea?”

“I don’t know, daddy,” She shrugged, “I saw it under the tree! It must be from Santa!”

Pulling Jamie in your lap, you smiled to yourself and opened more presents with your daughter, “Looks like you aren’t too old for Santa, honey.”

“Oh please, I might be his favorite,” Lewis teased and sat down beside Amelia, taking the envelope from her hands, “I wonder what this is.”

As Lewis opened the envelope, he raised an eyebrow in confusion and pulled out a Christmas card from it, “Santa’s running low on gifts.”

“Maybe, it’s a gift card, daddy,” Lucas suggested, unboxing his Mercedes LEGO set, “Or sports coupons! Maybe we can play tennis then!”

Lewis chuckled, ruffling up his son’s hair, “You know I’ll take you to play tennis anytime you want to, bud.”

Turning his attention back to the card in his hand, Lewis opened it and whispered, “Merry Christmas to the best dad in the world. Honey, I think got a mistake here…six stockings, but we’re only five?”

You shrugged, handing him another card with a small smile, “Santa forgot to place this inside that envelope.”

Lewis chuckled softly, taking it from you and opening it to see an ultrasound picture attached in the middle, reading it softly, “We’re having a baby?”

“A baby girl,” You smiled brightly, nodding in response, “You’re going to be a dad again.”

As Lewis couldn’t help the big smile spreading on his face, he pulled you in for a hug and kissed you repeatedly on the cheek, “You don’t know how happy this makes me.”

“I’m surprised Toto didn’t even spill the beans,” You chuckled, hugging him back tightly, “Susie accompanied me to the check-ups.”

“Daddy, what’d you get!” Jamie exclaimed, squeezing in between the two of you, “What’s in your hand!”

“It’s a present for all of us, baby,” Lewis pulled away from you, smiling down at his daughter, “You’re going to be a big sister.”

Eliciting gasps from Lucas and Amelia, they immediately dropped their presents and cheered, jumping up and down with Roscoe barking alongside them, “A baby sister! We’re going to have a baby sister!”

Lewis sighed happily and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, kissing your temple, “Best Christmas ever.”

Hugging him tightly, you smiled and admired the way your children were giggling happily with Roscoe joining in with them, “You mean best family ever?”

“Best in the absolute planet,” Lewis replied with a bright smile on his face, “I definitely won in life.”

[ghostblade-official]

Who Are You?

(Made by moi, inspired by @serenastark-official ‘s super awesome mood board!)

(Apologies in advance for the sheer length of this! I’m unsure how to link things so this is the only way I could get it done <3)

A/N: Also apologies if this changes, OCs are always changing! (Also my name is Casey! Rp is open in DMs as well. No minor/adult ships, no pro ship. Fighting and stuff is allowed. Love you all!)

Finnian’s Character Playlist!

☾ 𝔸𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 ☽

╰┈☆ 𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝 ☆┈╯

⟾ Finnian “Finn” Holloway

⟾ 14

⟾ HYDRA controlled experiment

⟾ “Ghost Blade”

╰┈☆ ℍ𝕐𝔻ℝ𝔸 ☆┈╯

⟾ Codename: Ghost Blade

⟾ Cryogenic sleep victim

⟾conditioned/programmed

⟾ attempting to break free

⟾ Trigger words: Shadow, Silence, Eclipse, Revenant, Null, Vanish, Oblivion, Hollow

╰┈☆ 𝔸𝕓𝕚𝕝𝕚��𝕚𝕖𝕤/𝔼𝕟𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 ☆┈╯

⟾ Invisibility

↳ He can render himself mostly invisible to the naked eye, essentially “phasing” out of sight. His body, clothes, and anything he is touching will disappear, leaving no visible trace.

↳Mechanics: Infrared sensors and advanced tracking tech can locate him. He becomes invisible on instinct rather than on will— when feeling anxious, threatened, or overwhelmed, his body will often flicker or phase out. This lack of control causes further isolation.

↳Side effects: Staying in his invisible form for extended periods leaves him drained both physically and mentally. After some time, he will become dizzy and it will get worse the more he tries to sustain the invisibility.

↳Experimental Procedures and its side effects: Hydra exposed Finn to biochemical and enhancements that were aimed to alter his DNA structure. These “treatments” allowed him to disperse or phase his molecules on will. The experimental cocktail included gene-editing viruses combined with advanced nanotechnology injected into his bloodstream. It altered him and allowed him to manipulate his intangibility and visibility.

➢ The repeated treatments left his body in a constant state of flux, causing him to feel detached and “unreal.” The modifications weren’t perfected, which is why his powers sometimes activate involuntarily, and he suffers from exhaustion and mental strain when using them.

⟾ Retractable Arm Blades

 ↳ Finn has two razor-sharp blades embedded in his forearms, which he can extend and retract by flexing certain muscles in his arms. These blades are a little over a foot in length and made from a reinforced, near-indestructible alloy.

↳ Mechanics:  The blades are housed within Finn’s forearms, embedded beneath the muscle and aligned along the bones. When activated, they extend outward, emerging just past his wrists. This design offers better stability and control, as the forearm placement allows the blades to be longer and more durable without compromising his wrist flexibility.

↳ Side effects: they add weight to his arms, causing fatigue after prolonged use. Finn is also sensitive to cold weather, as the metal affects circulation around the forearm area. The installation of the blades left visible scars on his forearms, making them a constant reminder of Hydra’s hold on him. Repeated usage causes strain on his arms, resulting in soreness and occasional bleeding from the incision points. He tries to use the blades sparingly, both because of the physical toll and his resentment toward the violent purpose Hydra had designed them for.

↳Experimental Procedures and Side Effects: Hydra surgically implanted retractable blades into Finn’s forearms. The blades are made of a high-strength alloy, specifically engineered for durability and ease of deployment. To make them functional, Hydra installed mechanisms in his arms, with nerve links that allow him to control the blades with specific muscle contractions.

➢ The surgery was traumatic, involving significant tissue damage and painful rehabilitation to ensure the blades functioned as intended. The scars remain visible reminders of Hydra’s control over him, and Finn often feels phantom pain from the nerve-dense areas around the implants.

⟾Enhanced Senses

↳ Hydra enhanced Finn’s sensory perception, particularly his vision and hearing, to support his role as a stealth operative. His vision is sharper than average, allowing him to see with clarity at both great distances and in low light. His hearing is similarly acute, capable of picking up subtle sounds from a distance.

↳ Mechanics: His senses operate like a heightened state of alertness, constantly absorbing details in his surroundings. This makes him exceptionally skilled at observing environments and detecting movement, even in near silence. His enhanced hearing is especially useful, allowing him to pick up on whispered conversations or approaching footsteps.

↳ Side Effects: His hypersensitivity often makes crowded or noisy spaces overwhelming, as he struggles to tune out background noise. This sensory overload can lead to headaches or anxiety, forcing him to withdraw. He’s also prone to sensory “burnout” if he has to remain focused for too long, which leaves him temporarily dulled and disoriented.

↳Experimental Procedures and Side Effects: Hydra enhanced Finn’s senses using a combination of gene therapy and sensory implants that amplify the nerves connected to his eyes and ears. This treatment pushed his body beyond natural limits, making his vision sharper and his hearing extremely sensitive.

➢ The heightened senses are a double-edged sword, as Finn is often overwhelmed by his surroundings and finds himself unable to tune out background noise or visual stimuli. Hydra conditioned him to use these senses as tools, but in normal life, they make it challenging to relax or feel at ease.

⟾Combat Skills

↳ Finn was rigorously trained in hand-to-hand combat, stealth, and evasion techniques. His training was intended to make him an infiltrator and silent eliminator—skills that make him a formidable fighter despite his young age.

↳Mechanics: Hydra focused on agility and precision rather than brute strength, so his style relies on quick movements, accuracy, and evasion. He uses his small size to his advantage, weaving in and out of attacks, striking at weak points, and utilizing his blades with precision.

↳Side Effects: His combat training involved psychological conditioning, which sometimes resurfaces as flashes of instinctual aggression or muscle memory. These impulses unsettle him, as he fears they are remnants of Hydra’s control rather than his own choices.

↳Experimental Procedures and Side Effects: Hydra trained Finn extensively in hand-to-hand combat, infiltration tactics, and evasive maneuvers. The training was brutal and relentless, aimed at breaking down his will and rebuilding him as an obedient soldier. He endured rigorous drills, simulations, and mock combat against other captives. To ensure compliance, Hydra utilized a regimen of psychological and physical abuse, forcing him to suppress emotions and prioritize efficiency over empathy. The training created instinctual reflexes and muscle memory that he sometimes taps into unconsciously, especially in high-stress situations.

╰┈☆𝔹𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘/ℍ𝕐𝔻ℝ𝔸 ☆┈╯

Finnian “Finn” Holloway’s conditioning was brutal and meticulously engineered to forge a weapon devoid of individuality and emotional connections. Hydra’s experiments with Finn began when he was a young child, having been forcibly taken from his family in the early 1940s. This is a breakdown of how Hydra severed his ties to his past and molded him into a ghostly operative they could control.

⟾ Timeline

↳ The Abduction: Finnian was taken from his family in Ireland during the 1940s. Hydra operatives targeted his family as part of a broader experiment to identify children with genetic markers they believed would allow for physical and mental enhancements. Finn was forcibly removed from his home, his screams muffled as he was bundled into a vehicle, marking the last time he ever saw his family.

↳ Cryogenic Suspension: Hydra lacked the ability to keep such young children consistently trained and operational, so they subjected Finn to cryogenic sleep, only waking him when they needed his skills for a specific mission or for reconditioning. This extended his life unnaturally, as he was preserved for decades, occasionally awakened, reconditioned, and deployed, then returned to cryo. This periodic “hibernation” dulled his perception of time, making it impossible for him to understand how much of his life had slipped away in fragments. Each time he woke, he was briefly disoriented, forced to reorient himself to whatever time or place Hydra needed him in.

↳ Surgical Trauma: Hydra conditioned Finn’s body through invasive surgeries and modifications that began shortly after his abduction. As a child, he was subjected to painful procedures to alter his skeletal and muscular structures to accommodate the retractable blades. His body was pushed to its limits through intense physical regimens designed to optimize his movements for stealth and close-quarters combat, transforming his small frame into a highly efficient weapon.

↳ Pain Threshold Conditioning: Finn was trained to withstand pain, and Hydra used this as a method to desensitize him. They subjected him to controlled injuries, testing his reactions and pushing him to disconnect from physical discomfort. By the time he was in his teens, his pain tolerance was unnaturally high, with Hydra successfully numbing his response to physical suffering.

↳ Isolation and Deprivation: In between cryo cycles, Hydra used extended periods of isolation to condition him further. They stripped him of any comfort, human contact, or even familiarity, forcing him into a constant state of disorientation. Hunger, sleep deprivation, and extreme sensory deprivation were also used to break his spirit and reprogram his sense of reality, weakening any attachment to his former self.

↳ Identity Erosion: Hydra purposefully erased any remnants of his former life, stripping him of his name and calling him only by assigned aliases or numbers. They burned photographs of his family in front of him, calling them “illusions” and “fabrications” until Finn began to question his own memories. They rewrote his identity as their ghost operative, telling him his only purpose was to serve Hydra.

↳ Emotional Suppression: Hydra used shock therapy and psychoactive drugs to force Finn to suppress emotions. Any display of fear, empathy, or resistance was met with painful repercussions, conditioning him to view emotions as weaknesses. Hydra also exposed him to horrifying images and missions that desensitized him to violence, making him detached and numb to human suffering.

↳ Hypnosis and Brainwashing: To reinforce Hydra’s control over Finn, scientists would place him under hypnosis, repeating phrases and implanting commands that would override his natural instincts. These sessions often took place after missions or during cryo-wake cycles to refresh his obedience. Under hypnosis, Finn was made to repeat mantras about loyalty to Hydra and his “purpose” as their weapon, embedding these ideas deeply into his psyche.

⟾ Long-Term Effects and Psychological Toll

↳ The psychological effects of Hydra’s conditioning on Finn were profound. His fragmented life—marked by alternating cryo-sleep and forced missions—made it impossible for him to develop a sense of continuity or self. Each waking was marked by disorientation, confusion, and loneliness, which left him feeling like a specter drifting between worlds.

↳ Detachment: Finn became emotionally detached, struggling to connect with others and unable to relate to even his own memories. His mind was haunted by fragmented images of his family and Hydra’s brainwashing, creating an unshakable feeling of emptiness.

↳ Nightmares and Trauma Responses: Finn suffers from intense nightmares and flashes of the conditioning sessions, and the trauma triggers extreme responses. He’s haunted by the cries of other children taken by Hydra, the blinding lights of surgical rooms, and the echoes of his own screams during training.

↳ Difficulty with Autonomy: Even after breaking free, Finn’s conditioning makes him prone to moments of confusion and compliance. The ingrained obedience runs deep, and he sometimes follows commands automatically before realizing he’s no longer under Hydra’s control.

╰┈☆ 𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 ☆┈╯

⟾ Physical Build and Posture

↳ Build: Finn has a lean, wiry build with muscle definition that suggests both agility and strength, honed through years of intense physical conditioning by Hydra. He is built less for brute force and more for speed, balance, and stealth, making him seem almost weightless in his movements, as if he’s a shadow flitting across a room.

↳ Height: Standing at about 5’10”, his height is average, allowing him to blend in with crowds and remain inconspicuous. However, his posture and movements give him a presence that’s hard to ignore.

↳ Posture: Finn holds himself with a careful, restrained posture—back straight, shoulders slightly rounded, and limbs relaxed but ready to spring into action. His stance and the way he carries himself reflect years of conditioning, always appearing alert and prepared to either attack or fade into the background.

⟾ Face and Expression

↳ Face Shape: Finn’s face is angular and sharp, with high cheekbones and a strong, defined jawline. His bone structure gives his face an almost haunting quality, like he’s a relic from another era, frozen in time by Hydra’s cryogenic cycles.

↳ Eyes: His eyes are a striking gray, with a hint of cold steel that seems to pierce through people. They are intense yet distant, as if he’s looking past or through his surroundings rather than at them. Dark circles rest permanently beneath his eyes, a testament to the sleepless nights and trauma he’s endured. His gaze often holds an unsettling, almost haunted quality, with moments where his pupils seem to dilate ever so slightly, reacting to unseen stimuli—a lingering effect of his programming.

↳ Eyebrows: His brows are dark and thick, with a natural arch that gives his gaze a permanently intense expression, even when he’s relaxed. They can shift quickly from a guarded, calculating look to one of detached indifference, reflecting his struggle to feel or express true emotion.

↳ Mouth: Finn’s lips are thin and often pressed into a firm, neutral line. Smiles are rare and fleeting, and when they do appear, they carry a tinge of bitterness or irony. His mouth can settle into a grim expression, as if he’s carrying the weight of his past with him in every moment.

⟾ Hair

↳ Color: His hair is a dark, deep brown, almost black, with a few lighter strands that catch the light subtly. Hydra didn’t maintain or care for the appearances of their experiments beyond practical grooming, so Finn’s hair has an unrefined, slightly messy quality.

↳ Style: Finn keeps his hair at shoulder length, with a slightly uneven cut that he trims himself. It has a natural wave, which falls messily around his face, often casting shadows across his sharp features. He wears it half-up or fully down depending on his level of alertness or need for disguise. The longer length and unruly style give him a haunted, nomadic look, like someone who exists outside conventional society.

⟾ Skin and Scars

↳ Skin Tone: His skin is a pale, cool-toned complexion, made more ghostly by the years spent in cryogenic suspension. His pallor almost gives him an otherworldly glow in low light, as if he’s both present and not.

↳ Scars: Finn’s body is riddled with scars from Hydra’s surgeries, training, and combat missions.

➢ Forearms: Two thin, linear scars run along his forearms, where Hydra embedded his retractable blades. These scars are raised slightly, a permanent mark of his enhancements.

➢ Torso and Back: He has surgical scars across his chest and back from various modifications and conditioning implants. The scars form a patchwork on his torso, mostly faded but occasionally red or irritated, especially around scar tissue that didn’t heal properly due to the lack of post-surgical care.

➢ Hands and Knuckles: His hands bear small scars and calluses from years of combat training. His knuckles, especially, have rough skin and faint scars from close-combat conditioning.

⟾ Clothing Style

↳ Preferred Attire: Finn favors dark, functional clothing—simple, unadorned pieces that let him move freely and blend in. He often wears a worn, long-sleeve black hoodie or jacket, layered over a fitted T-shirt or thermal, with reinforced cargo pants that allow for flexibility.

↳ Gloves: He wears fingerless gloves most of the time, concealing the scars on his knuckles and forearms while keeping his fingers free for precise movements.

↳ Boots: His boots are sturdy, lightweight combat boots, weathered from use. They have reinforced soles and ankle support, ideal for running, climbing, and stealth.

↳ Accessories: Finn doesn’t wear any accessories that could be used to identify him or hint at his past. However, he occasionally wraps his forearms in dark cloth or leather to protect his scars and reduce the strain on his embedded blades.

[wabatle]

heyeyey!! for the event, could i please ask for airi with sour patch kids? it would super awesome >_<

「 ✦ Flufftober Day 9: Airi Momoi ✦ 」

☽｡⋆Genre: Sour patch kids (angst to comfort)

☽｡⋆ Warnings: slight mentions of self hatred, sort of falling out of love but then you fall back in?? idk

☽｡⋆ Contains: gn!reader, angst, comfort

Airi’s feelings have been blending together recently. She's trying to decipher her ‘love’ for her fans and her love for you. She's getting confused and it's all overwhelming.

She's been trying to stay away from you to give herself time to sort her feelings, but that's only pushing you away and hurting you.

You texted her.

Y: [Airi?]

Y: [Are you there?]

Silence.

A: [Sorry baby, I'm busy right now.]

Y: [Oh… okay. Sorry to bother you.]

Y: [See you, I guess.]

You slowly started to spiral, thinking Airi hated you or was mad at you. The two of you were avoiding each other, until Airi sent you another text.

A: [Y/N, can we talk?]

A: [I haven't seen you a lot lately, so…]

A: [I miss you.]

You met up outside Miya. You were both nervous and fidgety, fiddling with your fingers.

“Um, so… I'm sorry I haven't been spending time with you. Uh… I got busy, and then I was getting a little depressed, so… I'm sorry. I still love you. I–I don't want to break up if that's what—” You cut Airi off.

“I know. I missed you too… but it felt like you hated me.” You confessed.

“What? No! I could never hate you, I… I love you.”

“What do you want to do, Airi? What do you want to happen with our relationship?”

She took a deep breath and spoke firmly. “I want to move on from this. I want us to go back to normal and I want to be a couple again. I want to go on dates with you, and play games together, I want to cuddle, I…” She trailed off, a soft smile growing onto her face when she remembered the fun you used to have. “I want to love you again.”

You were silent for a second.

“Then… let's love each other again.”

Airi practically leaped into your arms, hugging you tight. “And don't you ever think that I hate you again, I could never!”

“Hehe.” You laughed. “Thank you, Airi. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

☽｡⋆ I FUCKING LOVE AIRI

☽｡⋆ Flufftober event

[thatstonedwriter]

Better Love Story than Twilight

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Content; vampirism, romantic relationships, gender neutral, references to blood, some suggestive themes

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

There's so much Loona loves about you. The vampirism is a fun perk, though~

First and foremost: Fangs. They're undeniably attractive and in Loona's eyes, you are undeniably attractive. So for her, its like a biblical experience every time she sees you.

You one for carnage and wanna help I.M.P with assassinations? Even better. Not only does Loona get to admire you all day, she gets to see you absolutely eviscerate your enemies

Loona is big on aesthetics, and no matter what yours is, she's going all out. Not to the point where it's too much work or draws too much attention, though. She just wants to be a badass power couple

Due to your aversion to sunlight (no matter how severe), it's likely you'll be spending nights together. Personally, I think Loona is a bit nocturnal. She seems like the kind of person who enjoys the solitude, quietness, and privacy that comes with staying up when everyone else has gone to sleep. If you go to bed early, Loona's happy to allow you to sleep on the bed or on her lap/shoulder while she scrolls on her phone. She just really enjoys the quality time with you.

Do you need blood? If you do, Loona has her ways of acquiring it.. just don't concern yourself with the details. Or the ethics. If you already have your own or happen to not need it as often, that's okay too. It just means the stuff Loona got is your emergency supply.

Loona will always be concerned about your safety, especially if you go out during the day. Everything you could need to keep yourself safe and comfortable has been provided. Loona always carries a change of clothes (that include long sleeves and pants), an extra umbrella, and pain meds, vitamins and water in case you get anemic or have headaches. Safe to say, she carries a backpack with everything you could need... just in case.

Of course, as awesome as vampirism can be, there are definite drawbacks. Loona loves helping you pick outfits.. but because you don't show up in photos or the mirror, Loona can't show you how amazing you look. To make up for it, she tells you. Constantly, so that you never forget it.

As an homage to the platonic version of this post: Blitzo can't really stalk/keep track of yall because you both have heightened senses. It's pretty frustrating for him, but oh well.

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➳ Part - Idk off the top of my head, I'll come back and change this later when I remember

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➳ Prompt - A Sleepover with Vivid Bad Squad

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It had been about 5 pm and you were sitting on the couch when you had gotten a notification from An, but instead of it being just a regular text it was in a new group chat?

hyperANtive : Heyyyy

Loves Pancakes More Than Me?? : What do you want.

Kohammy : Yes, An?

Cold Todoroki : What’s up An?

hyperANtive : I was gonna ask if you wanted to sleep over, but nevermind Akito I’ll invite just [Name] instead-

Loves Pancakes More Than Me?? : Fine, whatever. I’ll be there soon.

Kohammy : 😄😅

Kohammy : I’ll be there too, An!

Cold Todoroki : Yes, I’ll also be there soon.

hyperANtive : Okay Awesome!

Even though you haven't chatted in the group you had sent An a separate text asking if it was still okay if you were to come over which she replied almost instantly with a “Yes!!” 

Now it was around 5:15ish when you had made it to An’s house and when you knocked it was actually Kohane who had answered the door as An and Akito were butting heads about something upstairs and Toya was upstairs trying to calm them down. So you put your stuff down where everybody else's stuff was set up and you followed Kohane upstairs and that’s when you saw what Kohane was just talking about. One of your best friends working up your boyfriend with comments about how you wouldn’t show up because you didn’t text back even though she knew full well that you were gonna be there. Akito was still retaliating about how if you knew that he was coming that you were most likely also to come. That’s when Kohane knocked on the door frame of An’s room and that's when they both turned to see you standing with her. Akito immediately cleared his throat and then got up off the ground to give you a hug. Once Toya also came back into the room, that's when he stopped and just stayed to the side of you. The 5 of you stood there for a minute when An suddenly piped up about instead of just standing around how about watching a movie, you all agreed since again what else was there to do, and nobody wanted to stand around this much. So she all led you back downstairs and to the living room where everybody's stuff was also set up. Y’all found a seat on the couch and An picked up the remote and started scrolling through different movies that y’all could watch. Akito was sitting near the corner of the couch and invited you to sit next to him, and as soon as you did he pulled you closer to him which made Kohane giggle a little bit, as Akito was normally not this affectionate with you. Toya sat kinda in the middle of where you were with Akito and Kohane on the ¾ panel of the couch, and with that An sat on the other corner of the couch opposite of you and Akito. The movie started after a couple of trailers but you were to busy messing with your boyfriend and his hair while you were sitting so close to him to realize that it was a really freaking scary horror movie (like any fucking thing you can thing of as scary this shit has it). You had made it maybe the first 15-20 minutes before you started to cling to Akito like he was a life raft about to save your life. He noticed this about the second time you did it and instead of you pulling your head away he just kept it back down on where you had it on his chest. Then he would only let you pick your head up when he said it was okay, trying to make sure that you didn’t see the super scary parts and that you were only getting parts of the movie that you could handle. At the end of the movie you were already so done and just wanted to head to sleep, but An had another idea, but on another movie- luckily this one was a romance and so you could probably just sleep right through it, and about halfway through the movie you did. What you didn’t know is that after you fell asleep Akito put you in a much more comfortable position (for the both of you to sleep in) and then ended up passing out a little after you did. He wasn’t really there for the actual “sleepover” part, he just really wanted to be with you.<3

(Bonus - You found out a couple days later from An the whole reason that Akito and Her were fighting when you walked in, it’s because Akito had already been there and An had left her phone on her bed and suddenly the text from you popped up and he responded before she had even made it back up the stairs, and that's when she realized that Akito had her phone in his hand, and then push comes to shove and they started fighting over that. So as you thought over it again, An never texted you saying to come, It was Akito!)

[sugarnspice630]

Movie Night - Yunho PREVIEW

•pairing: softdom!yunho x fem!reader

Summary: Having a movie date night with Yunho, but you find yourself falling asleep, so Yunho does the only thing he can think of to keep you awake

A/N: This is just a preview! The full fic will be posted on March 15th! If you would like to be tagged in the full story, please comment below so I can add you! Happy reading!

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You walked around the table to sit down on the couch next to Yunho. In the meantime, he propped his feet up on the table at an angle to allow you to curl in underneath his arms. Before you could sit down, he gave you this cocky smirk and used his toes to kick the remote off the table, landing behind you. You placed your hands on your hips and scoffed playfully.

“Really?”

“My foot slipped.” He said nonchalantly, still keeping that smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes and smirked back at him. Turning around, you bent over at the waist to pick up the remote. While bent over, you could just feel Yunho’s eyes drilling into you. You took your time picking up the remote, just to tease him even further. As you came back up, you turned around quickly, hoping to catch Yunho lacking, but he was staring straight ahead. He must have directed his gaze away just before you turned around.

“I know you were staring.”

“Perhaps I was, perhaps I wasn’t. You’ll never know~.” Still staring straight ahead. You lightly slapped his shoulder before sitting down next to him and getting comfortable. He extended his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in close. You handed the remote to him and let him pick the first movie you were going to watch. 

“This is important, so you have to pay attention.” He said enthusiastically, excited to share his interests. The golden retriever energy was strong at this moment. You swore that if he had a tail, it would be wagging like crazy right now.

“Hard to do that when you’re here too.” He just smiled at your sly comment, and you nuzzled up against him.

The movie started to play, and you watched intently. Your eyes were trying to follow everything that was happening on screen, which proved to be difficult at times because there was so much happening, but you managed. Yunho would occasionally speak up during a quiet part to tell you something really awesome was coming up. About halfway through the movie, you noticed your eyes were getting heavy, so you tried to blink away the tiredness, but it just kept coming back to haunt you. You wanted to stay awake and watch the movies with Yunho. You tapped Yunho on the leg two times to indicate you were going to change positions. You opted for laying your head in his lap and laying sideways, still facing the TV. He softly placed his hand on your side and gently rubbed. More minutes of the movie go by, and you are still fighting tiredness. You find your eyes closing, only to immediately open them back up wide to focus back on the movie. You have missed most of the last quarter of the movie by now, considering how many times your eyes have opened and closed. Yunho noticed this, and one time when you didn’t open your eyes right away, he slightly flicked your side.

“Ya, pay attention Y/N. You keep falling asleep.”

“I know Yunho; I’m sorry. It is interesting; I just can’t keep my eyes open.”

“Well here, sit up and come over here.” Yunho shifts in his spot a little and invites you to sit up in his lap. You picked yourself up and moved to sit on his lap, still facing the TV. He placed his hands back at your side to support you sitting on him. You looked back and looked at Yunho’s face. He was smirking at you softly and rubbing your sides while he looked at you. He placed a soft kiss on your cheek, and you turned your attention back to the movie. You then felt Yunho lean a bit closer to you and felt his breath near your ear.

“If you can’t stay awake, I’ll give you a reason to stay awake.” His tone was low, and it made your face heat up a little. You continued to stay focused on the movie, and soon after, the credits began to roll. Just because this movie was over did not mean you were done; no, you had all the other movies in the series to get through. He picked up the remote and started the next movie in the series. 

Tiredness began to take over you again, but you swore to stay awake for Yunho. Hiding your subtle yawns and slow blinks the best you could. Eventually, you find your head bobbing to the side and your eyes closing. This time, you did not wake up as quickly as before. Yunho took notice of your sleeping figure and decided to do something about it. He took one hand and shifted his hips to pull his sweatpants and underwear down. Then, he grabbed your face harshly, which caused you to jolt awake. He turned his hand to turn your face toward him. You stared at him with a shocked expression.

“I told you if you couldn’t stay awake, I’d give you a reason to stay awake. Take your shorts and underwear off.”

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Poppy had barely been outside for the past few weeks, she’d ghosted most of her responsibilities outside of the Council and the coven. Unfortunately though life had to resume at some point, she knew that she couldn’t stay cooped up in Altan’s house the whole time, despite her attempts. As she made her way back towards Starlight she saw Jasmine, she gave an awkward wave when she noticed the people with her. “Oh really? How awesome.” Letting some excitement slip out of her voice, she offered her hand to Jasmine’s parents. “I’m Poppy. Poppy Reed.” She greeted. “If you want some help Jas, I have some time?” Offering up incase Jasmine wanted some help showing them around. “I know where all the secret best spots are in town.” She teased. “I’ve lived here most of my life so you get familiar with a place like this.”

@lunarcovestarters

Option A:

"Whoa, hey," Leyla stumbled over as one of the patrons of the Daily Drip rammed into her shoulder on their way out. Her hands reached out to catch herself, gripping onto a nearby table to prevent herself from falling flat on her face. Though in doing so, the table shook, spilling the person beside her's coffee over. "Shoot, I am so sorry. Let me get some napkins for you and a free refill on the house," She promised them, sending them an apologetic look as she pulled herself back onto her feet, trying to ignore the slight wince of pain as she did. She had finally recovered from what had happened to her at the Emerald Hotel to the point where she could walk on her own two feet again. But, that didn't mean that she walking well and, as she reached the counter to grab some napkins, she found herself leaning against the counter top to catch her breath.

Option B:

"And this is the Seen it Route, or well, uh, the office where people can buy tickets before going on one of our many tours that you are getting for free and as a private one at that," Jas explained. A bright smile breaking across her lips as she turned back towards her dads who seemed to be overwhelmed with pride at the fact that their daughter had started her own business in the town one of them had grown up in. An awkward blush finding its way across her cheeks as her dad told her that she was the spitting image of her mother. "Moving on," She let out a low whistle as she turned to walk them across the Town Green only to bump into yet another face she knew. Her smile tightening as she gave the other an awkward shrug. "Oh, uh, hey. This is, uh, my parents. I'm, uh, showing them around."