#ZEX pls

[sysig]

Everything falls into place so nicely when they’re together (Patreon)

[thesilverlock]

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[cheezieypoofz]

can I get uh…

Stan x Fem!Reader x Craig SFW & NSFW poly relationship headcanons pls 🙏 ?

take ur time & hope ur doing well :3

,,, HEADCANONZ

Ztanley Marzh x F!Reader x Craig Tucker

ZFW & NZFW Dating Headcanonz!

DIZCLAIMER: headcanonz are hard for me to write, zo i will only write headcanonz for my mutualz. alzo, ztan might juzt be the hardezt character for me to write, zo i zend my deepezt apologiez to moon if it'z not up to her ztandardz alzo i think i lied when i zaid there waz gonna be more nzfw headcanonz than zfw- i went a little overboard teehee. i'm zozozozo zorry if it zeemz ruzhed!!!

WARNINGZ: pet namez, mentionz of zex, zub&dom mentionz, mentionz of threezomez, waizt grabbing, implied p in v & p in a, ztaig mentionz

ZFW

; How did you three get together?

; You most likely forgot all about each other, luckily enough, Bebe wanted to have a little get-together with all her friends from high school (my dumbazz couldn't think of anything elze-)

; After maybe a year or so of catching up, becoming friends, and then developing crushes on each other, confessions are made

; I feel like Craig would fall first, and confess first

; Craig was definitely on the more open-minded side of being in a poly relationship, Stan, still being open-minded, but a little reluctant

; Being reluctant only because of what others might think, he's a little paranoid

; But, you need not worry, after weighing the pros and cons of dating both you and Craig, he agreed to the proposal

; The relationship is... rocky—at first

; They both have some issues to work out, everyone does

; But everything's better when you work it out in a group

; As long as you're patient with them, the relationship will turn out just fine

; After a couple months, and everyone figures out how the relationship works, it definitely goes from rocky to chaotic

; In a good way!

; Stan is more on the affectionate side, wanting to shower you and Craig with love

; His love language is physical touch and quality time

; Craig's being words of affirmation and acts of service

; Craig is the one who plans out all the dates, Stan only occasionally plans the more physical dates—hiking, biking, skating, skiing/snowboarding, etc.

; One of y'alls favorite dates is a picnic under the stars

;  Definitely being Craig's favorite because he can geek out; it's the entire reason why he planned it to begin with

; Stan is the type to buy y'all matching items, whether that's bracelets, shirts, pins, body jewelry, necklaces, or just anything really

; You three go stargazing together pretty regularly

; You better like animals, cause Stan LOVES them, and Craig refuses to live without Stripes NO. 7

; I feel like Stan would be trying to be a veterinarian in college, and Craig aiming to be an astronaut (and no, you can't change my mind on thiz)

; Craig loves to use pet names, but only basic ones—babe, hunny, sweetheart, etc.

; Stan rarely uses pet names—hun, sweetie, babe, and, angel

御負け ,,, OMAKE

; Craig is probably more active in the afternoon, while Stan is definitely a night owl

; They have greasy ass hair (i will die on thiz hill)

; They both use 5-in-one shampoo

; Craig seems like a smartass but is a dumbass, Stan's a dumbass through thick and thin

; Craig and Stan fight over who'll pay the bill during a dinner date, and you end up paying for it when they're not paying attention

NZFW

; The first time between the three of you was... awkward to say the least

; But, it's okay, you three got the hang of it after a bit

; Their favorite position is probably DP Cowgirl

; Maybe because it was the easiest to do—the easiest once you figured out where to put your knees at

; You and Stan, chest to chest, while Craig leans over you, hand gripping onto your waist

; Stan likes to look at your face when y'all fuck, it just gets him going to watch your face contort in pleasure

; And Craig?

; Craig just likes ass, man

; They're so competitive, they turn everything they can into a competition

; They'll literally fight over you man

; Stan looks like he whimpers and whines (zorry chat, ztan iz not a heavy dom in my mind)

; Craig is on the quiet side in bed, only letting out groans and grunts every now and then

; In my eyes, Stan is a switch leaning towards sub, and Craig is also a switch, buuuttttt

; Craig prefers to dom and will in most situations

; Craig is the type to degrade you, and so is Stan

; But Stan also likes to be degraded, yet he also likes to be praised

; I feel like Stan would like to be called Stanley when he's in the mood to be more submissive

; Stan looks like the type to crack a couple jokes when being intimate, he's still a bit serious though

; Craig is serious, there is no joking around

; He honestly gets pissed off when Stan starts joking in the middle of sex

; Which works out in your favor, but they don't need to know that

; Remember how I said they wear competitive?

; Yeah, they definitely compete to see who can get you to cum first

; Either that or who can get you to cum the most

; Craig likes to give you and Stan hickeys

; But Craig likes it when he gets hickeys too, it proves that y'all love each other

; Stan LOVES when either you or Craig bite or kiss his neck

; Craig doesn't have a high sex drive, I just don't see it

; Stan?

; I wouldn't say he would be as high as Kenny, but MAN

; It's fucking up there

; Craig is the one who usually does all the aftercare stuff

; Stan is too fucked out to do anything

; Craig will usually draw a bath for you and Stan, or start up a shower for y'all

; Then he'll carry you to bed, making sure to tuck y'all in all once and cozy

; Craig still likes to use pet names—slut, babydoll, sweetie, and love

; Stan's—my sweet angel, slut, whore, and baby

御負け ,,, OMAKE

; If you're not in the mood, but Stan and Craig are, they go to fuck each other on the couch

; And Craig will always dom if that's the case

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[chrisevansredbelt]

just thinking about poor david while frank and reader go at it

Poor David

pairing: frank castle x reader

warnings: barely any! established relationship between frank and reader? mentions of zex. david overhearing.

summary: refer to request! ^^

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“Morning.” You hum, frolicking into the kitchen where David was sitting at the small round table with his back turned to you.

You didn’t notice the way he had been startled by your greeting, jumping in his seat and almost choking on his… drink, “Yeah, morning.” He manages to choke out, keeping his head down.

Cluelessly, you start making coffee- a little offended David hadn’t left you any as he usually did but ah well, it’s David. “Did you sleep well? That storm was crazy.” You ask, turning to face him now while the coffee brews in its pot.

“Fine, fine. Yeah.” He nods, voice shaky and this time, as you look at him, you furrow your brows, approaching the table.

“Are you feeling okay?” You ask worriedly, softly placing a hand on his kinda sweaty wrist.

Despite having tensed under your touch, he just sucks in a breath before smiling up at you, “N-Never been better.” Though it looked as if it had pained him to say it and that he was definitely acting strange… er than usual- you took his word for it.

Frank entering the kitchen brought your attention away from David anyway- which he was grateful for, but at the same time died on the inside at both of you in the same room… after what he’d heard.

“Mornin’.” Frank smacks David’s shoulder, not bothering to hear a reply as he makes his way to you, “Hello,” He says seductively, as if it’s the first time he’s ever seen you and punches your butt, making you gasp and smack his chest before he grabs your hand and pulls you to his lips.

“I have to go-“ The legs of David’s chair scrape loudly against the floor, making the both of you turn your attention on him. Looking at him expectantly, he quickly stutters out, “Make a phone call.”

He goes to leave and you and Frank both stand there, staring at either him or his phone still on the table as he walks a few steps away, “You left your phone.” Frank states- for some reason smiling softly instead of being as worried as you are.

David quickly snatches his phone off the table before scurrying off into his room lair.

Turning to Frank worriedly you joke, “I think he got struck by lightening or something.” Frank scoffs before starting to make his breakfast, a smug smile remaining on his face, “Maybe the storm bothered him.” You shrug, going to clean up David’s leftover cup and plate that he’d left and probably never clean up. Picking up the mug, you realise the contents inside of it look nothing like coffee- so carefully, you bring it up your nose to sniff, “Oh my God, that’s whiskey.”

Frank turns at your revelation, eyeing the cup in your hand before finally laughing. Tilting his head, he looks up at you now, “I don’t think it was the storm that kept him up.”

Unpacking his words, your face slowly falls and flushes a light peach in pure embarrassment, “Oh. Oh!” You grimace sympathetically as you recount all that you had done last night, Frank of no help as he just throws his head back in a wicked laugh, pulling you flush against his chest. It wasn’t like you hadn’t had sex whilst David was in the house before, but last night… last night you’d both gone a little experimental and… vocal. It was very fun for th both of you and you, of course, would be more than happy to do it again and again… just not in front of David, “Poor David.” You pout.

Kissing your forehead reassuringly, Frank snorts, “He probably liked it.”

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just a short one while i continue writing the 22 freaking drafts that i have stupidly started all at once… pls bare with me possums

[cloaked-sch3mer]

can we please think about how our outward emotions can effect the person who is the supporting unit in the middle of all of this and that he is working very hard to appease the people he loves which anyone would call unconditional adoration in its own right towards each and every one of these people, even with the fluctuations that will be inevitable for a human heart

can we please notice that if we are not aware of ourselves it will cause much more of a strain on him mentally and physically and we should all try a little harder to notice this and revise our behavioral instincts and be happy with what we have therefore making it easier for him to see that he's fine the way he is because the guilt that forms from the actions of one who chooses to dwell on something that can only be accurately summed up as taking him for granted will only cause him to relapse in to the behavior you both probably want him to learn to control

[sysig]

The most fun you can have, barring the pain and torture (Patreon)

[sysig]

Kissing Strangers 💋 (Patreon)

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[sysig]

Curled up and around ♥ (Patreon)

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[cloaked-sch3mer]

(you loved him)

while i watched the stars sing with the burning wind 

as i rose higher and higher out of the cage of ribs and molten skin

as one useless confession to the next, i loved him, in that moment, (for shame)

even while i was aptly

punished

by the very core! of the man

who i watched, as i felt the marble walls plummet, and the dark oil drowning

ink spilled against the white white white

i opened my eyes, and in your green glass locking stare 

there was naught a seed of regret, only

a kindling, of a casually lit flame, and i thought “my mistake

i am the one who’s against the wall

and you’re

the one

standing

laughing

at the very

face

of death and

that face

is

mine,”

you have touched his warm body, as if

it was another part of yours,

because you belong not to him or none of him belonging to you, but

both to each other

and what greater radiance can shine--not without the flickers 

or falters

on the face of the sun, both holding a heat in your hands,

cupped like a single, complete heart

whilst i

find it to be quite cold

in one palm to the next