#also having a hard time imagining if he ever DID do it‚ anywhere he'd be willing to do it for besides colorado

[dvar-trek]

that old man will never EVER sign anywhere else. for one thing, none of the serious contenders can afford him, unless he wants the jodrou wifey discount contract. which i am pretty sure he does not.

and for another thing, he's too neurotic. you think he wants to bend an entire new city, staff, and locker room to his will? at his age??

[logictoinsanity]

Do you ever think about Logan being terrified of thunder and fireworks (too proud to ever ever admit it, of course he's not scared of shit) both because of PTSD from the wars and also because his enhanced hearing makes those sounds 100x louder for him than anyone else.

And how he's always been shut out and alone so it was easy to hide it and hide away until it's gone but now he's living in a tiny apartment with Wade so there's no way to keep avoiding it

WELL NOW I HAVE

And you're so fucking right, he'd never want to admit that he's scared of thunder storms and fireworks of all things, he's the fucking wolverine, he's seen things regular people can't even imagine, and he's scared by the fucking weather??

He tries so god damn hard every time to just be okay and power through it, he knows it can't hurt him, but every time no matter how prepared he is and how hard he tries, with the first crash hes spiralling, it feels like someone shot a gun right next to his face, his ears are ringing and his head starts hurting and he looks around and all he can see are trenches and guns and the dead bodies of his fellow soldiers. Before Wade, he'd always just find somewhere to hunker down and wait it out, pretty much in a constant state of flashbacks and panic attacks until it finally stopped.

This is just me projecting but I feel like Logan would feel safest in small spaces where he can shove himself into a corner, so he knows no one can sneak up on him, so he spent a lot of stormy nights and fourth of Julys shoved into the closest of a shitty motel.

I also think that it reminds him of the night the X-Men died, like most things do. He'd run off to go drink himself into a coma at a nearby bar, and a storm picked up while he was there. He didn't think anything of it at the time, but later realized that it had probably been Orroro's last attempts to save herself and her friends. He blames himself for not thinking of that at the time, just one more reason to hate himself.

But then he moves in with Wade, and it doesn't occur to him at first to even worry about it, so much happened so fast, storms and fireworks were pretty low on his list of concerns with a whole new universe.

Luckily, Wade isn't home when the storm hits, neither is Althea. Unluckily, Wade returns about 30 minutes after. He almost thinks Logan went out, since he isn't in his usual spot on the couch, or anywhere else for that matter, until Wade goes into the bedroom and hears the tiniest shifting sound coming from the closet.

Logan freezes when the door opens. He'd been hoping Wade would stay out until after the storm, but when did Logan ever get a lucky break? For a solid ten seconds, it's silent, Wade staring down at Logan, Logan remaining squished in the back corner of the closet, knees to his chest, looking like he can't decide whether he wants to stab Wade through the skull or bolt out of the apartment into the rain.

Wade opens his mouth to say..something, he hadn't actually figured out what yet but it didn't matter because before he got the chance there was another crack of thunder, and Logan jolted like the lightening had hit him square on his head. His eyes went distant and dark like they did when he just woke up from a nightmare and he slammed his hands over his ears, pressing his face into his knees. Wade felt kind of stupid, once he realized what was going on, of course Mr. Logan every-war-ever Howlett would have a problem with noises like that.

Wade panics, for a second, because scared of not, this is still Logan, and he's well aware of how Logan tends to feel about being caught in a vulnerable position, but then he sees Logan's hand shaking, and hears a sound that if he didn't know any better (he doesn't) he'd call a whimper (it was), and his heart just shatters, he can't stand seeing Logan this afraid, so he quickly steps into the closet and closes the door behind him. The closet is hardly big enough for one grown man to crouch in, much less two, but Logan is clearly in no state to leave, so Wade shoves himself into the corner between Logan and the door, careful not to lress up against him incase the touch is to overwhelming.

At this point, Logan has recovered slightly from the most recent crash of thunder, and he lifts his head, though he still won't look at Wade. He wants to be angry, mad at Wade for catching him like this, he wants to scowl and tell him to fuck off and leave him alone, but he's been panicking for thirty minutes now, flashing back with every clap of thunder, slowly starting to calm down only to be yanked right back into his own mind when it happens again, he's exhausted and just doesn't have the energy, so he just sighs, swallowing thickly to try and stop his voice from shaking and grumbling something about how he's fine, it's just loud, Wade can go about his day and he'll be out in a bit.

Wade honestly only understands about half of what he says, between the mumbling and the shaky voice and the storm outside, but he's sure as hell not gonna leave Logan to deal with this alone, and besides, the closet isn't to bad, kinda cozy once you give it a chance, and hey what're the odds they have a closet big enough for this in such a shitty apartment anyway? pretty plot convenient if you ask him. He ends up telling Logan all of this, partly to reassure him he doesn't mind but mostly to buy time while he figures out what to do. After a moment he lets out a quiet gasp and stands up, assuring Logan he'll be right back. Logan just nods and puts his head back on his knees, resigned to his fate of riding out his PTSD episode stuffed into a closet with fucking Deadpool.

Wade comes back a minute later with a small assortment of items in his arms, shuffling to sit back down. First, he sets down a small electric candle that he had laying around for some reason, because even if Logan can see in the dark closet, he can't, and he explains as much as he turns it on and the soft, warm light fills the space. Wade's heart breaks just a little more now that he can see Logan better, the way his whole body is shaking with every breath, the tear tracks covering his face, some dry, some fresh, but he does his best not to make to big a deal out of it and moves on.

I'm gonna put something on your head now, Peanut. You trust me? Wade asks, trying to keep his voice low and even.

No. Logan grumbles in response, but he leans towards Wade just slightly, and Wade places his gaming headset over Logan's ears. Logan pauses, evaluating, before giving a small nod and relaxing ever so slightly. He can still hear the storm, but it's better. Wade grins, trying desperately to keep his cool as he shows Logan the rest of his items. He brought a bag of Logan's favorite chips, a water bottle, and a bottle of whiskey.

They spend the next hour and a half in that closet together, alternating between Wade talking (much more quiet and restrained than usual) and Logan nodding occasionally in response, to out of it to say much but appreciating the distraction nonetheless and, with every crack of thunder, Logan panicking, and Wade doing his best to keep him tethered to reality.

It still sucks, storms probably always will for Logan, but it's better, and when the storm finally ends Wade leads him out of the closet, and he doesn't make a big deal out if it (like Logan feared), He doesn't make fun of him or think less of him, he gets it. And damn it if that doesn't make Logan feel more cared for and understood than he has in years, maybe ever, even if that fact alone pisses him off to no end.

[koolades-world]

Hellooo! I've been thinking about this for so long. Can you write the demon bros with a little sister reader ( around the teenage year maybe)? She's the 8th of the family. I think it would be really cute since she's the only girl in the family. Everyone will be protective of her and love her so much that Lucifer will have a soft spot for her even though she likes to annoy him. And what if she and Mammon are so close that they would together annoy Lucifer? Then Satan would be her tutor and Asmo would do a self-care routine with her. Okay, I think I'm babbling too much but that's it.

hello! yes haha this is such a cute idea. i have so many ideas!!

i did say sister in the title since it was requested, but it could also be read as gn or male!

enjoy <3

Demons brothers with a younger sister reader

you are lucifer's unspoken favorite! he'll invite you to eat lunch with himself, diavolo and barbatos from time to time, and the way he glows when you're around is so obvious to the other two, almost so that they feel like they're intruding on your moment

anytime you basically waltz into his room while he's working for whatever reason, he won't mind

you're the baby of the family, and he'd do anything for you, and you both know it

oh i just know mammon would SPOILLL you

i can already imagine all of the shopping days together simply because he wanted to treat you

he really really enjoys being your older brother and just loves you in general. he melts when you turn to him for everything, big and small, and he knows even the biggest of fights would never keep you apart

you can count on levi buying you any game you'd ever wished for, and of course he's going to either play them with you or be by your side while you do

don't worry, he'll always be there to back you up and if there's ever anyone bothering you in game, he'll steamroll them for you <3

he knows how hard talking about things can be, so if you ever need, his room is open if you need to catch your breath and relax

for anything school related, satan is the brother you can go to, and he hopes it's very clear

whether it's homework help or there's some pushy demons on your back for whatever reason, he's got your back

he's always looking out for you, even in the most unlikely of places. if you ever find that pencil you thought you lost last week on your desk, or a snack you were seriously craving is sitting on your bed when you get back from RAD, you might find satan in the background somewhere with a small smile <3

asmo is your number one fan! anytime, anywhere, he’ll be there to support and cheer you on

fashion emergency? no worries! he's got you covered no matter what. he's always carrying everything he things you might need and if he doesn't for whatever reason, he will find a way to get it for you

omg self care nights together <33 i can totally picture the two of you sitting on his bed together with face masks on and animatedly talking about your love lives together haha

if you thought lucifer was protective, wait until you see beel. he's not one to jump to conclusions, but if he even thinks someone is bothering you, he will bring it up with you and make sure you're alright

lots of late night snack runs together! he knows your favorite snacks at your favorite stores, so if you're too tired to go, he'll go and get it for you

when he gets back, the two of you secretly munch away together, occasionally joined by belphie

belphie might still act like he’s the youngest, but he’s fiercely protective of you just like his twin

so many sibling squabbles haha. the ones where you’re screaming at each other and then ten minutes later, you’re best friends again are the most common

together, you often team up to plead with lucifer for whatever you might want that day. he can’t resist two sets of puppy dog eyes at the same time haha

[hobies-princealbert]

Could you do an imagine of Fontaine and a plus-size reader and how he would be when it comes to having sex (specifically face riding)? Also, I just found your blog and love it!! ❤️💋

as a plus size person myself, thank you for the ask

ヽ(*´＾｀)ﾉ(*＾3＾)/～

(Sorry for the abrupt ending)

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fontaine x plus size! reader | ( sfw + nsfw )

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♤ when it comes to a partner, taine wasn't one to really have a preference. he was the kinda nigga that would just shrug his shoulders and say "if she bad as fuc', then she bad as fuc', " anytime some one asked his preference.

♤ at first you thought it was just all talk, probably he wanted to prove something by implying he'd be into plus size women. or he wanted to just get into your panties. either of the two would surprise you, you've experience it one too many times.

♤ but as always, taine did surprised you. whenever he'd talk you up, it never felt forced or try hard. he was just cool, and never dug where he wasn't wanted. he made his interest clear from the beginning, and he wasn't shy about it. if it wasn't the hard stares. the light touches. offers to give you a ride anytime, anywhere. or the obvious suggestive compliments. taine wanted you. bad.

" ight ma, I gotta head out to get some shi' done. oh and you real good in that top today. damn good. see you later. "

♤ your first kiss with taine was spontaneous as ever. and frankly even more surprising, initiated by you. you went for it. you just went for it. it took you so long to accept the fact that taine liked you. and even longer to admit that you liked him too. but once you did, you couldn't shake the thought of pressing your lips to his.

♤ that feeling became so overwhelming everytime you saw him. till one day, you cupped his face and pressed your lips to his. it took a while for him to kiss you back, probably cause he was taken aback by the sudden boldness, but hell he was happy to see you take the reigns this time.

♤ his lips were soft yet coarse against yours. his motions were slow at the start. his hands began to roam and whimpers were heard, the kiss became all the more heated. his hands started to grip at any part of your body he could reach. sides, love handles, thighs, upper arms.

♤ you were getting worked up by the second, and if the tent in his jeans were an indication of anything, was that he was too. you loved that whenever you pulled back for air, you'd catch a glimpse of his grill. he looked so good with them. he kissed along your jaw, collarbone and down to your breasts. god the ache between your legs was becoming unbearable as this point.

♤ and as if he read your mind, you watched as the keys were slipped out the ignition. he leaned back a bit to take a good look at his work. if his smug ass grin meant anything, it was that he was satisfied.

♤ next thing you know, your back pressed against your front door. taine's body was pressing against you, keeping you from moving too much. one hand was up your shirt, pulling the cups of your bra down, and the other groped at your ass. with the position he had you in, you could feel his print pressed against your low stomach.

taine suddenly pulled back and just looked at you. "jump."

it took you a while to register what he just said. he repeated himself again, make no mistake you heard him this time. you froze.

sure the idea of taine carrying you to the bedroom was hot, but what if he hurt himself. you weren't exactly manageable, and you didn't want him to go out his way to try an-

your thoughts were interrupted by the sudden grips at your thighs. in one quick move he had lifted off the floor. "wrap your legs fo' me".

you were so quiet as he made his way your room. he kissed at your next to try to calm you down, he could tell by the way you tensed up in his arms.

"don't worry bout me, i got you"

♤ you expected taine to throw you on the bed once you guys reached the room, but instead he gently let you down. you paused and wondered if you did something wrong. he pulled you to stand in between his legs as he sat on the bed. "ever sat on a niggas face before ma?" he smirked at the way your eyes widen, well that answers that.

♤ your breath hitched as you felt him pull at your hips till you were seated on his chest, well hovered. once he finally coaxed you to his face, you felt him pushing the flesh of your inner thighs and pulling your panties to the side. you knew he finally got what he wanted when his grills flashed from his smirk. finally got a good view of your pussy. "fuck there she is. fucking gorgeous baby. com' on sit her down for me."

♤ you didn't even know how long you were sat on his face for, you were too fucked out to care. his tongue pushed and parted at your folds, and even dipped into you at times. all you did was grip onto his twists and pulled his face further into you. he sucked hard at your clit, and laid a slap on your ass whenever you got too quiet on him. soon you became too light headed to sit up right and that's when you fell forward.

♤ in one swift move, taine rolled you onto your back. his mouth still sucking at your folds. fuck was this nigga ever gonna let up. soon you felt him let off your cunt, with a slight pop. you took a minute to catch your breathe, was he done?

♤ nope, instead he decided he wanted to finally feel yow wrapped around him. with how swollen and puffed up you were, you could definitely take him in one push, right? wait, just to make sure. your eyes went wide once you saw how his fingers spread your lips even further, and you watched as he spit at your cunt. you couldn't believe he just did that. you couldn't even cuss him out, he looked at you like he dared you to. smug ass nigga.

♤ he soon shut your thoughts up by pushing his shaft into you. it was like the air was forced out your lungs. his length wasn't anything hard to take but the girth was fucking ridiculous. not to mention the curve in him, hit right onto your sweet spot. you writhed and squirmed under him, all you could focus on was the sudden stretch in your cunt, and push against your g-spot. "ma, breathe. calm down fo' me, can't move till you do, ok?"

♤ when you gave him the go ahead, you saw the instance the relief on his face. he was really fighting the urge to dick you down. the man could even pace himself, he just began to rut into you. he loved how he heard how wet you were. and that was all because of him. "you got a good fuckin' pussy on you. real fuckin' easy to fuck into".

♤ you two spent what felt like hours fucking. he was really worked up, even when he came less than a couple seconds ago, all he had to do was look at how gone you were and how you'd hug your thighs to your chest as you pleaded with him to come back. that shit almost made him swear he'd cuff you one day. "damn you look really good like this. damn good"

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thanks to @r3yr3ysworld for helping with some inspo for this fic.

[lineffability]

Could you do 19 for ineffable husbands for the one bed prompts?🥺

"Do you want me to stay?"

"Angel, we could easily miracle another bed. Might be a bit tight, tiny room and all, but we're--" Something Crowley discovered at the very back of Aziraphale's eyes made him stop. It looked a little like disappointment.

"Yes. We could. But... do you want me to stay?"

"Oh." Crowley turned towards him, and he didn't even need to take a step. The room really was tiny. "Angel," he drawled, leaning in a little closer. "Are you asking what I think you're asking?"

Aziraphale lifted his nose. "Well, I could also go back down and ask the receptionist to clear up the mistake, maybe another room will miracuously have become vac--"

"No, no." Crowley lifted his hands. "You can stay."

Aziraphale waited.

"Okay. I want you to stay."

"Well - okay." Aziraphale smiled a happy little smile, accompanied by an even happier wiggle of limbs. "Great!"

Looking at the angel like that, Crowley wanted to wiggle right out of his own skin, but stayed perfectly still. One of them had to keep their composure. That's how they worked: like a seesaw, one stoic and repressed, one forward and daring and carefully enthusiastic. They took turns.

Except lately they didn't really have to. Only, old habits were hard to kick - although Aziraphale currently was trying very valiantly.

Crowley almost suspected he had booked the tiny room with one bed on purpose. Well - he knew. But admitting that...

He'd rather play along. It was fun, in a way.

"So, which one of us gets the bed then?"

He watched Aziraphale's face fall in real time.

"Oh. I... I hadn't thought of that." He straightened, visibly trying to recompose himself and the situation. Then he caught the twinkle in Crowley's eyes, and relaxed back into his comfortable body. Crowley watched him thinking, envisioning the gears turning in his cloudy head. "Well... lately, you know, my back has been acting up, the corporation might be wearing out, haha, funny thing, did you think it possible? So. I would, if I were honest, rather prefer the bed. However, I would simply hate for you to sleep on this horrible carpet floor." Aziraphale made a face, trying to downplay his obvious, nervous scheme. "Imagine how many people... no, out of the question."

Crowley shrugged, trying to keep the demonic grin off his face. "Fine. I'll take the walls. Or ceiling. I'm not picky."

Aziraphale almost groaned: he could see it in the way the corners of his mouth pulled his lips into a thin line. "Crowley, I'm trying--" He gnashed his teeth.

Crowley was feeling bold. The angel might as well have started begging at this point. "Trying what, angel?"

"I. Just." Aziraphale's shoulders slumped. Success. Surrender. Aziraphale fixed him with his eyes, blue and intense and suddenly so enlightened. There was intent in them. And Crowley thought maybe his cheeky demeanor might come back to bite him, as it usually did. He'd pushed, and Aziraphale had caved. Now he was looking at him openly, without their easy pretense. "Do you want to sleep with me?"

"S-sleep with you?" Crowley echoed dumbly. The images that slipped unbidden into his mind made him blush, and the angel promptly followed suit.

"Lie with me," he tried to correct, only that didn't help at all. "I mean! I mean... not biblically? No... intercourse."

"Intercourse?!"

"No intercourse!" Aziraphale actually clutched at his face and hid behind his hands. He actually groaned, this time. His face stood in ever starker contrast to his white hair.

"Aw," Crowley croaked. It was an attempt to defuse the situation, only he hadn't really delivered. It sounded suffocated, like a dying tealight.

"I mean, I'm not saying I don't want-- I would very much enjoy-- I'm just saying we, you don't have to-- Oh, bother. Oh, I'll go down and ask for another room."

Aziraphale started for the door, but Crowley stopped his embarassed flight out of the room with one hand to his chest, looking anywhere but his face.

"Wait. I want to."

"You want to?"

Crowley thought he could actually feel the angel tremble beneath his hand, but maybe it was only the air drawing into his ribcage. The tone of his voice held too many emotions at once for Crowley to disentangle them all.

"You want to... uh, sleep with me?" Aziraphale asked faintly.

A hundred meanings for this single word, and yet the answer was so all-encompassingly simple. "Yes."

"Yes..." Aziraphale slowly looked at his face. Hopeful, careful, maybe a little hungry.

Crowley tried a grin, and felt relieved when it stuck to his face and took hold. "Intercourse or no."

Carefully, Aziraphale began to return the grin, but stopped halfway and settled on a wide smile instead.

"Great."

"Great?" Crowley slid his hand down Aziraphale's chest until it dropped, and took a step back. Aziraphale wanted to sleep with him - wanted Crowley to sleep with him, too. And they both thought that was great.

Life on earth really was great, these days.

"Yes."

"So you want to start right now?"

"Excuse me?"

"We could go to sleep right now. Together."

"Crowley, it's 11am."

"So?" Crowley walked him up against the door, and thought that if they were sleeping with each other, sooner or later but today, no matter what kind of sleeping, they might as well try their hands and lips again at the kissing thing they had recently discovered for themselves.

Aziraphale let him proceed, and their lips touched with soft enthusiasm. Perhaps they even tasted a little anticipation on each other's mouths.

Then Aziraphale's stomach rumbled. He pulled back with a sheepish smile.

"It's 11am," he repeated, "So I'm hungry."

"Then we better get you fed." Crowley smiled lavishly, though he had been perfectly content to make a meal of the angel's lips. "Don't want you fed up."

"You certainly don't," Aziraphale agreed. They shifted against each other in what little space they had, until they both faced the door. "I feel like a big, hearty breakfast. And then, perhaps, to digest... a little nap?"

"Mh. Nap. Nappy nap. Sounds heav- sounds ni- yeah. Let's do that."

"Care to join me?"

Crowley already held open the door.

"Always, angel."

[thyln4gf]

Lets have some fun, shall we?

✞ This is a little different from what i usually do! This piece of work consists of some of my favourite F1 drivers as sexual gestures/things, and shortest, smallest blurbs ever about them (also a song for each). Its made based on purely my intuition and imagination, so just sit back and enjoy i guess.

✞ Word count - 1467

✞ Warnings - heavily sexual content.

✞ Drivers included - Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz, Max Verstappen, Daniel Ricciardo, Lewis Hamilton, George Russel, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Alex Albon, Sebastian Vettel, Jenson Button.

✞ Authors note - requests open! Doesnt matter if you want more for a particular driver, or something completely new.

Charles Leclerc (closer to you - jungkook)

Drunk sex - He's definitely the type to underestimate his limits by a little, or maybe even a lot. Some people would say that those type of decisions are the worst ones that they have ever made. To him? Heaven on earth. Nothings more thrilling to him than the fuzzy feeling taking over his brain, the haze over his eyes - feeling like his body is operating on its own. You know what they say? If you take away one of your senses, the other gets stronger. So by taking away his ability to think properly, he's allowing himself to feel the pleasure even stronger than before. He finds solo sessions like that okay, but with you? Sheesh... He might as well have been a man who wasnt breathing, judging by the desperation he takes and eats you up.

Carlos Sainz (american teenager - ethel cain)

Morning sex - think of him being absolutely exhausted after a hard day at work, coming home to you - youre also exhausted, you were taking care of the kids, ran some errands, took a few calls. So you two cuddle up and fall asleep right away. Now lets take ourselves to the morning - its 7am, and the sun is already shining through the window. He wakes up to the feeling of your warm body, your bare skin against his. He might try to resist his urges at first, but then he'd inhale some of your scent - and he would immediately cave in. You cant resist his offer either, its tempting - being a parent, and having a husband who's always travelling... what could be a more perfect time to get going at it? The drowsiness after a good nights sleep still lingering and the rays of sunshine slipping through the window makes it much, much more addictive.

Max Verstappen (change (in the house of flies) - deftones)

Angry makeout sessions - now, lets be real. Did you expect anything else? This man has a lot of pent up anger. Not enough of that, he's a pretty angry man in general. He can be gentle, yes, and he has showed you exactly that multiple times. But one has to let off some steam and let the anger fade away. To him, making out with you is the perfect medicine. The softness of your lips and his aim to please you distracts his brain, and his senses get busy by letting his hands squeeze and caress your body anywhere he can reach. He seems to love your hips and your thighs - sometimes, he'd grip hard enough to leave some bruises. Not that you mind - it reminds you of the fact that he's yours, that he's desperate for you, and that he's not going anywhere. He needs you.

Daniel Ricciardo (teeth - 5SOS)

Getting handsy at the club/party - he doesn't even need those shots for the confidence, he already has enough. But something about the atmosphere gets him going. Is it the dim lighting? The smell of alcohol, sweat, and all those different perfumes mixed into one? Whatever it may be, he's definitely getting extra touchy. Rubbing your thigh while sitting in the booth, grabbing your waist to dance (not wrapping his hands around you, no - grabbing and squeezing it with his fingers), and all that jazz. Its almost like his hands have a mind of their own - he's far from the possessive type though. He just cant resist the inviting temptation to feel you with his hands.

Lewis Hamilton (renegade - aaryan shah)

Inappropriate thoughts during the wrongest moments - i dont have much explanation for this one, but it just makes sense. It does. Imagine listening to your boss talk about something incredibly boring. The conference is dragging on, on, and on. You can see someone napping, someone is doodling away in their notebook. Him? He's thinking about how he spent the night with you. He's thinking of how pretty your face looked, the tears smudging your mascara all over your cheeks, the pretty sounds you were making. And it was all for him. He quickly gets brought back to the earth as the boss calls his name. He's a lucky bastard though - he was always good at not letting his thoughts show on his face.

Lando Norris (monster - lady gaga)

Public fun - whatever the fun it might be. Anything ranging from caressing your waist in front of a group of people, to having sex in the most unconventional places ever. If there's even the smallest chance of getting away with it? He's doing it. And if the risk is even bigger? Even better. It excites him and turns him on like no other. The only thing thats more exciting about this is you, and the fact that he gets to do all those things to you, with you. Unlike Daniel - this little bitch is possessive as hell. He wont hesitate to give you hickeys where everyone can see them, while everyone can see.

Oscar Piastri (boyfriend - dove cameron)

Worshipping your partner - he's quiet, and he's kind of reserved. Doesnt mean that he's not as nasty as his teammate - just in a different way. He's more private. He'd enjoy being dominated by you, and only you, despite being a dom leaning switch himself. Youre his weakness, his royalty. You could be using him as a mere fucktoy, and he'd let you. He would also probably agree to a threesome with Lando - with the goal of being able to dominate and get dominated. He loved the idea of the whole focus going towards your pleasure - worshipping you.

George Russel (masterpiece - MIW)

The "face-off" - him sitting down on the edge of the bed, feet firmly on the ground, you straddling his lap. Youre grinding against each other, the room getting filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, and more and more of his moans. Most importantly? Youre staring into each others eyes. You enjoy watching him turn into putty underneath your touch. You find the way his big eyes look up at you pretty - so you cant resist the urge to ride him until he's actually crying, and cant think of anything else but of getting more. He kisses you as a distraction - its one of the sloppiest makeout sessions that you guys have ever had. But, dont lie to yourself - its one of your favourites as well.

Alex Albon (whore - in this moment)

Using toys - he isnt scared of a little "help" in the bedroom. This man is far from insecure, and it shows. He doesnt see it as a sign of weakness, if anything - he thinks that they help to show his skills and abilities better. He's a giver - he often finishes from giving you the pleasure only. He's also willing to try whatever you want to try - he feels honoured and even flattered that you trust him enough to voice your deepest fantasies. And he will do anything in his power to fulfill them - he wants to hear just how good you moan for him. His pretty princess.

Sebastian Vettel (sonne - rammstein)

Smiling - this man smiles, grins, and smirks through anything, to the point it can make you uneasy sometimes. He's praising you? He's smiling. He's dirty-talking into your ear in front of people? He's smiling. He'll do that anytime, anywhere. But his favourite reason to smile is hearing the sounds you make - he thinks of the fact that they were brought out of your mouth by him, and a smile just slips. The only moment where you can see that smile falter is when he's on his third or fourth orgasm - he simply cant focus on anything else but you and the way your body feels. "Thats it schatz, just like that" - and thats how you know that this man is far gone already.

Jenson Button (diggin' my own grave - FFDP)

Neck kisses - it almost feels like your neck is the staple of his life. He can and will snuggle into it and kiss it any chance he gets. Its not even always sexual - he sometimes does it subconsciously - but its definitely one of his favourite aftercare activities. And you havent complained once. You enjoy the feeling of his warmth lingering on the skin of your neck, and the way it gently tickles whenever he decides to rapidly attack it with the kisses. Your scent and your warmth feels comforting and almost hypnotising to him. But sometimes it just cant help but have the opposite of the calming effect on him - and a second round happens.

[armpirate]

Anti-romantic || JJk | Ch. 34

Pairings: Boxer!Jungkook x fem!reader || Enemies to lovers, neighbors

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, curse, illegal boxing, violence

Warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook x reader, smut, dirty talk, curse, mention of tarot and fate

Summary: Jungkook had always been carefree when it came to love. He always believed he was worth sharing himself with everyone, and thought it was selfish of him to ever think of keeping himself exclusive to just one person.

And maybe that was exactly what got him into the big problem he was in.

A curse that kept him away from love didn't seem an issue for him. The fact that his ex-girlfriend thought he'd be affected by the idea of the girls he slept with running away from him after sex was ridiculous. She actually did him a favor, and took a burden away from him.

At least that was what he thought at first.

He had never found himself thinking of the possibility of repeating with neither of his hook ups, because they disappeared before he was able to even think about it. But when he makes the mistake of sleeping with the sexy neighbor that lives in front of him, he finds himself hoping to get the chance for a second round every time their paths cross.

Y/n hated him the second he set foot inside the building by the way he started making her life a miserable mess for no reason. Sleeping with him was a big mistake she wasn't thinking of repeating. At least not until he came up with the excuse that she rejected him for a curse. Not only she thought he was annoying, but she was also convinced he was crazy. 

There was no way she could take him seriously.

Aprox. time of reading: 18 minutes

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The drive to Jungkook's mother's house was tense, filled with an unspoken indecision that hung between Jungkook and Y/n. He hadn't said much since he knocked on her door to pick her up, but Y/n could feel the weight of his emotions in the way he nervously bit his lip rings. His hands gripped the handle bar tight, his knuckles white as they approached the house.

Y/n glanced at him as he took off his helmet, her heart aching for him. She knew how hard that was -facing the woman who had caused so much pain. But when Jungkook had asked her to come with him, she hadn't hesitated. She wanted to be there for him, to give him the support he needed to get through that. It hurted her to even think of how difficult it'd be for him to face something like that alone.

After they arrived, Jungkook pointed out how the house looked smaller than he had imagined, a modest, weathered home tucked away on a quiet street, instead of the huge mansion he was expecting. It felt cold, distant, much like everything around his mother.

Jungkook took a deep breath, then turned to Y/n, his eyes reflecting a mixture of nerves and determination.

—Just... stay close, okay?

—I wasn't planning to go anywhere —she scoffed, reassuring him—. You dragged me here, and now I'll be sticking to you through this —she squeezed his hand, a contrast of softness among her teasing.

She earned that first smirk that day, with him looking away before his hand gripped hers. They walked up the steps together, and Jungkook knocked on the door. It wasn't long before his mother answered. She looked frailer than Y/n had remembered, her skin pale and her frame thinner than it should have been. But despite her physical state, there was a sharpness in her eyes, a look that didn't quite match the image of a remorseful mother.

—Jungkook —she said, a sad smile spreading across her lips—. I didn't think you'd come.

—Yeah —Jungkook muttered, stepping inside—. Neither did I.

The house was simple, almost bare, like someone who hadn't bothered to make it feel like a home. They sat down in the small living room, and for a few moments, no one spoke. Jungkook stared at the floor, his hands clasped tightly in front of him, while Y/n stayed beside him, silently lending her strength.

His mother was the first to break the silence.

—Do you want something to drink? Water, tea, coffee, soda...

—Hmm, can I have a glass of water? —she asked.

—Of course —she dedicated a friendly smile to her—, and?

—Nothing —he responded dryly.

Jungkook was too busy looking around the house, trying to find anything that reminded him that the woman in the kitchen was his mother. Unlike his father, she didn't have any photos, nothing that could give out that she had a family.

When she came back, she aimed the glass at Y/n, before sitting back on the couch next to the one they were sitting at.

—You've changed so much —she sighed.

—Yeah, that's what happens when fifteen years pass —Jungkook mumbled, with Y/n's eyes falling on him instantly with concern.

—But at the same time he hasn't changed at all —she giggled, ignoring his comment to look at Y/n—. When he was little he kept drawing over his arms to fake tattoos, and look at him now.

—His clothes must've been a mess back then.

—And not exactly because of the drawings —she continued—. He was a restless ass. Running everywhere, rolling over the mud... I was horrified whenever it rained, because I knew what that meant.

—Then he hasn't changed much. If not at all —Y/n seconded, leg brushing against his.

—When we moved to our first apartment, he found no other joy but to throw oranges through the window. And we lived on the tenth floor.

—I already explained myself back then —Jungkook finally spoke—. My Nintendo broke, so I had to find something else to do.

For the short while his mother came up with different stories from when he was a kid, and they were still a happy family, Jungkook forgot the reason why he didn't have those conversations like every other son who visits his mother every Sunday for lunch.

—I know you must hate me —she suddenly spoke, while a silence was finding its way back to her place—. For everything that I took from you, for everything that happened.

Jungkook didn't respond immediately. When he finally did speak, his voice was measured, calm, but with an undercurrent of pain.

—I don't hate you, but I still don't understand why —his fingers pushed against one another—. You could've done things well, yet you disappeared.

—I was selfish, and dumb —she sighed, looking down at her hands—. I fell in love with someone, and thought that was the only thing that mattered. When you found out, you seemed so hurt, and you insisted so much on not wanting to see me —she paused for a brief second—. I shielded myself with the excuse that you didn't want me in your life, and did what I wanted to do. I used an excuse, when deep down I knew that I didn't need it.

—You could've reached out to me sooner —Jungkook whispered.

—And break into your life after you moved on?

—Well, that's clearly what you've done these months —he fought back—. I understand it's not the same circumstances, but still...

—I made mistakes —she sighed, looking down at her hands—. And I'm paying for each one of them right now.

—Cancer isn't a payback —he shook his head—. You've done things wrong, but no one deserves to go through this.

Y/n was surprised at his words, looking up to him before her hands pressed on his knee.

—When I found out I had cancer... —she hesitated, glancing briefly at Y/n as if unsure whether to continue. Jungkook noticed the look but didn't press it— I realized I did many things wrong, and I didn't want... I needed to make things up before it was too late.

There was something about the way she said it that didn't sit right with Jungkook. It wasn't the words -it was her tone, the way she seemed to be choosing her phrases carefully. He narrowed his eyes slightly, leaning forward.

—How's your husband taking it? —he asked, trying to keep his tone neutral.

—He couldn't take it —her face faltered for a second—. He left when he found out —there was a hint of bitterness creeping into her voice—. The bills have been piling up ever since, but he didn't care. He didn't look back once.

Jungkook's stomach twisted slightly. The way she said it -almost like a reflex, not like a confession. There was no sadness, no real regret in her words. Just... practicality. He could see it now, something in the way she avoided his eyes, how she brushed off her former life so easily. He didn't need her to say more; the truth had already slipped through the cracks.

His mother had come back not because she missed him, or because she wanted to make things right, but because her safety net was gone. Jungkook wasn't a first choice. He was the fallback, the only family she had left now that her life had fallen apart.

He clenched his jaw, staring at his mother with a newfound clarity. It hit him in waves -first a sense of disbelief, then anger, then a strange kind of resignation.

—So, when did you decide to call me... After he left or when you started running out of money?

She froze for just a moment too long, the hesitation confirming what he already suspected, and Y/n looked at him just as surprised. The words hung in the air, heavy with implication. She could feel the shift in Jungkook's demeanor, the way his body tensed beside her. He wasn't just hearing her words -he was reading between the lines.

He leaned back, letting the words sink in for a moment. He wanted to feel sorry for her, wanted to believe that maybe there was some part of her that genuinely cared. But now, looking at her, he knew better. She had chosen herself every time, and this time was no different.

—You didn't come back because you were sorry —Jungkook said, his voice low, controlled—. You came back because you had no one else. The person you were leeching off left, so you started looking for the next person to do that same thing to.

His mother opened her mouth to protest, but the look in Jungkook's eyes stopped her. He wasn't angry, not in the way she might have expected. He was calm, disturbingly calm, as if the weight of the truth had finally settled on his shoulders.

—Be honest, would have you called me if he hadn't left you? —Jungkook slowly asked.

His mother's silence was enough of an answer. Jungkook let out a quiet breath, the final piece of the puzzle clicking into place. He had hoped, deep down, that maybe there was some part of her that regretted leaving. That maybe she had come back out of love, out of a desire to make amends. But now, staring at her, he knew the truth.

She wasn't sorry for abandoning them. She was sorry for being alone.

—I can't do this.

Jungkook stood up, movements slow, deliberate, as if he were giving his mother one last chance to respond, to say something that could change his mind.

But she didn't.

—I needed to hear what you had to say —Jungkook said, his voice calm and measured—. I was ready to accept that you left us behind because you weren't happy. I wanted to forgive you and understand you. I thought it was a chance to make things up with you. But you only came back because you're terrified to think you'll die alone.

His mother blinked, her eyes filling with something that resembled panic, but still, she didn't speak.

—It's... —Jungkook scoffed— It's quite funny you're crying about bills. Do you have any idea about everything I've had to do since you left to earn money? You destroyed dad, you destroyed me, but now you want me to save you from the misery your husband left you in? This is low even for you.

Jungkook turned to Y/n, his eyes softening when he looked at her, as if she were the only anchor in that storm.

—Let's go.

Y/n stood up, nodding quietly, her heart heavy for him. She placed a gentle hand on his arm as they made their way to the door, the air thick with the weight of unspoken emotions. She walked a few steps behind him, being suddenly stopped by his mother's hand gripping on the leather of her jacket to stop her.

—Please, speak to him when he's calm.

—You don't want me to speak to him about anything related to this, trust me —she let go of her grip—. He's no one's second choice —she spoke clearly.

It was then, with Y/n's cold eyes, that his mother realized that that woman wouldn't be a support for her, but would only help Jungkook realize he didn't need to be linked to that place.

When she walked back to his motorbike, his eyes looked confused and intrigued.

—What did she tell you?

—Nothing important —she assured him—. I'll drive.

—You don't know how to drive this.

—I know how to drive this —she mocked him—. One of my ex boyfriends had one, and taught me how to drive.

—Did you really have to mention him right now?

Y/n rolled her eyes, insisting on getting his keys. Jungkook didn't fight her, he knew better than to waste energy on a bickering that Y/n would win.

He trusted her, sitting behind her and wrapping his arms around her body, using that chance to feel closer to her. Despite the helmet, he could sense her smile, that cheeky curve that always had his knees going weak with barely an effort.

After the tense encounter with his mother, Y/n had a new plan for Jungkook. She wasn't about to let him dwell on the emotional wreckage from earlier. So, naturally, she suggested something completely unexpected. She took him to a place where he wouldn't have to think too much about anything.

He knew that look in her eyes, although he didn't think her idea of fun was having him having a hard time.

—A horror escape room? —Jungkook raised an eyebrow, his arms crossed over his chest—This is your idea of fun?

Y/n grinned, nudging him toward the entrance.

—What, scared already? You can deal with gangsters every weekend, but you're drawing the line at a horror game?

—I'm not scared —he scoffed—. I just don't see how this helps with...

—Exactly. That's the point —he pulled him by the wrist into the building, ignoring his half-hearted protest—. It doesn't have to help. It's either this, or I can ask you to talk about your feelings.

—Escape room it is —he nodded, making a face.

Inside, the room was dimly lit, with creepy dolls in corners, fake cobwebs draped across the ceiling, and unsettling sound effects of distant chainsaws playing on loop. The second the door creaked shut behind them, Jungkook shifted uneasily. Y/n noticed, biting back a laugh.

—So, which one of us is gonna die first? —she teased, looking around— My money's on you.

—Me? I'm the one that's going to protect you when one of those dolls comes to life —he replied, giving a side-eye to a particularly creepy doll that seemed to be watching them.

—Oh please, you'll be screaming louder than I will —Y/n walked forward and inspected a rusty-looking key on a shelf—. And stop glaring at that doll. It's not going to come to live... while you look at it.

Jungkook stepped closer to her, lowering his voice.

—I'll have you know I've won fights against beasts. Dudes who were double my size. These things don't...

Suddenly, a loud bang echoed from the wall, and both of them jumped, startled. Y/n clutched her chest, wide-eyed, but recovered quickly.

—Were you scared of that? —he scoffed.

—Yeah, and how you're almost ripping my jacket off says you too.

Jungkook glared, his pride wounded, while slowly softening his grip on her jacket. His eyes moved away, trying to look for hints.

—I wasn't scared. I was just... preparing for an attack.

—Right —Y/n drawled, holding back her laughter—. Totally prepared.

They moved through the room, searching for clues. Jungkook, ever competitive, was trying to solve everything like he was in an actual emergency, while Y/n was having the time of her life teasing him.

At one point, a skeletal hand fell from the ceiling, landing right by Jungkook's foot. He yelped, hopping back while Y/n burst into uncontrollable laughter.

—Got some fight left in you? —she gasped, wiping tears from her eyes— Or are we calling it quits after that near-death experience?"

—Laugh it up, Y/n. I'm solving the next clue without you —Jungkook stalked over to a creepy bookshelf and pulled at random books, trying to unlock the hidden compartment—. And when I do, you'll be owing me your life.

Y/n followed, pretending to inspect his work. She kept holding the hand that fell from the ceiling, gently rubbing the fake fingertips over his nape, making Jungkook squirm while still trying to concentrate.

—You do realize you just yelped at a fake hand, right? You're not living this down.

—I didn't yelp —he muttered, focused—. It was a manly... shout of awareness.

—Totally sounded manly —Y/n said, smirking as she stepped past him. She grabbed the final key from a secret drawer in the shelf—. By the way, I just solved it.

Jungkook blinked, dumbfounded.

—Wait, how...?

—I'm just that good —she teased, holding up the key triumphantly.

Before Jungkook could reply, the lights flickered out, leaving them in total darkness. For a moment, silence filled the air.

—You still there? —Y/n whispered.

—I'm right here —Jungkook whispered back, his voice close—. This... this part of the game, right?

—Probably —she replied, though she wasn't so sure.

She reached out, finding his arm in the dark.

—Who's scared now?

—I'm just making sure you don't get lost —she teased back.

Despite not being able to see each other, their connection was way bigger than any other times they were looking eye to eye. Their breaths mixed in the air, and something was rushing up her stomach when his fingers held her waist.

—Honestly, I wouldn't mind staying like this for a few minutes —he admitted.

Y/n smirked and, right when she was about to answer, something brushed by their legs. Jungkook swore he felt something cold tugging at his pant leg.

—Did you... did you feel that? —Jungkook whispered, his grip tightening on her.

Y/n stifled a giggle, enjoying his sudden vulnerability after how he tried to play it cool a few seconds ago.

—What, the ghost of your dignity? Yeah, I think I felt it, too.

He gave her a light shove, but neither of them moved as another eerie sound echoed through the room. Jungkook, uncharacteristically, leaned closer to her.

—If something grabs me, you're taking the hit for us.

—Wow, you like me so bad, you'd sacrifice me in a heartbeat —she narrowed her eyes—. Your feelings are so honest...

—If it means saving us both, then yeah —his voice cracked slightly, which only made Y/n grin wider in the dark.

—How's that going to save the both of us, you d...?

Suddenly, the door swung open, and the lights flickered back on. An employee, looking bored, stood in the doorway.

—Congrats. You made it.

Jungkook immediately straightened up, brushing imaginary dust off his jacket.

—This is it?

Y/n shook her head, amused, as they stepped out of the room.

—You don't need to play it cool. I saw right through you even in the dark.

Jungkook turned to her, narrowing his eyes.

—I was completely calm.

—Sure you were —she laughed, linking her arm through his as they walked out—. Maybe next time we can try a real horror movie, instead of you panicking over a haunted bookshelf.

He rolled his eyes, but there was a fondness in his gaze.

—Let's just pretend none of this happened.

—Too late, Jeon. This will never leave my memory. Or yours —she poked his side playfully—. We aren't over.

—Really?

—Didn't you want a date with me? —she turned to him, picking up her helmet— I doubt you've gone on several dates. But a thirty minute escape room isn't close to one.

Jungkook sighed, a soft smile finally breaking through.

—Honestly, I think I haven't been on a date since... 8th grade.

—Oh for fuck's sake, quit that fuckboy attitude.

—It's true —he followed her—. You'd be surprised at how popular I was. One snap of my finger and ouch.

Y/n cut him off, hitting his stomach with the helmet so he'd stop talking.

The night ended with the two of them sitting at a high viewpoint, sitting at the border with his motorbike on the back, staring at the stars. The night sky was clear, the city of Chicago stretching out beneath them, twinkling like the stars above. Jungkook leaned back, arm strategically placed behind her back, a soft breeze ruffling his hair.

—Thanks —he said quietly, glancing over at Y/n—. For today. I needed that.

—Thank you, too —Y/n smiled, nudging him playfully—. You're better company than I'd like to admit.

He chuckled, shaking his head.

—Seriously, though. I haven't had this much fun in... a long time.

She looked at him, seeing the softness in his eyes, the way the tension from earlier had melted away.

—Me neither —she admitted—. I never thought I'd feel this way around someone again.

Jungkook's head tilted slightly, his attention fully on her. And while she glanced at the city lights, he was trying to come up with a way to use the conversation leading to that to convince her to give up on some information regarding her brother. But Y/n spoke before he could.

—I don't usually trust people easily. Not after...everything that happened with my family —her fingers drummed lightly against her thighs, her lips forming a thoughtful line—. But with you, it's different. Somehow, it's like I can let my guard down. Like I don't have to be on edge all the time. I don't know if it's because we both went through the same things, or because you're someone I can rely on, or both. But it feels good.

He felt a strange warmth in his chest, the weight of her words pressing down on him in a good way. A part of him wanted to respond, to tell her that he was feeling something similar, but he stayed quiet, letting her continue.

—I think it's the trust we've been building —she said, her eyes finally meeting his—. You've been there when I didn't expect anyone to be. It's...it's been a long time since I felt like I could rely on someone —she hesitated, her cheeks flushing slightly—. You're petty and annoying, but I like that. Maybe I like it a lot.

Jungkook's heart skipped a beat. He stood there, frozen for a moment, processing her words. There was a vulnerability in her tone that he hadn't heard before, and it made him feel something he wasn't used to -like he actually mattered to someone beyond just a fleeting moment.

But before he could respond, she smiled lightly, breaking the tension.

—And before you get all cocky, I said maybe, alright?

A teasing smile tugged at the corner of his lips, but it was soft, affectionate.

—Maybe, huh? —he bit his lips— You've just admitted that you like me.

—Maybe —she shot back, though there was no real fire behind it.

—Maybe... 100% yes —he tilted his head.

Y/n rolled her eyes as they stood in that lightness for a second, the weight of her confession lingering between them. Jungkook was about to say something -something real, something honest- but Y/n, always one step ahead, moved closer to him, her gaze growing more serious.

—And if I'm going to even think about this...about us... we need to handle that curse of yours.

Jungkook's eyes widened slightly, surprised at how she was suddenly accepting a reality he had been living with for a long time, and which she didn't want to accept.

—The curse?

—Yeah —she nodded, half serious, half teasing—. Because I don't plan on disappearing after just a day like every other girl. You believe in that and if you do, I do, too.

He chuckled, the tension from earlier easing, though her words held a deeper meaning.

—You're really gonna help me with that?

—Of course —she said, her voice softening—. I'm the one who has the book, don't I? No one can help you if it's not me.

Jungkook stared at her, feeling something he hadn't felt in a long time -hope. He leaned in slightly, close enough to feel the warmth of her beside him.

—You know, this might be the weirdest confession I've ever heard.

—Okay, then I take it back —she attempted to move away.

He smiled, his heart full, wanting nothing more than to pull her closer and promise her that they'd figure out everything. And he did, wrapping his arms around her just to make sure their bodies would be glued together.

—You can't take it back, sorry.

He linked their lips together, a caste and gentle kiss, yet so powerful that they both felt the rush consuming them from head to toe.

They stood together under the stars, the weight of their budding relationship not feeling so heavy, but instead, something that made them both feel lighter. Y/n always found a way to make his days better, she just knew what to do to get his head to focus on her only, and he was ready to dedicate fully to her in heart and soul.

He just wanted her to teach him how to. 

Taglist: @jk97bam @ttanniett

[eruminx]

what kinds of gifts i think the adult trio would like

since gift-giving season is coming up thought id write something cute for my first post

H I S O K A:

he's not picky

a gift from you is attention, and he loves attention

would really like extreme gifts

like stuff that's so over-the-top and creative

would also like it if it was super something, like super cute, or super creepy, or super gross

would be over the moon if you gave him his favorite gum, or some sort of portrait of him

if you were to give him something super personal, he'd pretend he's not bothered but it would eat at him

simply because that's means you were able to pry yourself into his heart enough to know sensitive stuff about him

but he kinda likes to feel weak... although he would never say that to you directly

he would notice if it was handmade, but wouldn't appreciate it any more or any less

adores christmas, not because he cares, he just likes how extreme and passionate people are about it (and also likes receiving gifts)

loves secret santa

I L L U M I:

isn't capable of being picky

the only gifts he's ever received were weapons from his family to complete missions

would probably be confused the first time you give him a gift

"what's this? why are you giving me this? is it a weapon? i told you i don't need anymore weapons."

wouldn't tell you but he would like something cute and subtle

preferably something cat related

likes socks as gifts, he thinks they are very versatile

if you gift him a weapon he would say thank you quietly and throw it into the Zoldyck weapon basement

but if you two are in a relationship he would use it all the time just to be reminded of you

doesn't like tacky things, he likes everything to be high quality

if you gave him a super personal gift he'd be taken aback

it would bother him SO. MUCH.

he would get kinda pissy about it because close relationships "hold him back" and "distract" him from his missions

would be like

"how do you know this?? who told you this?? did you talk to my mom?? i told you not to talk to her without my permission."

wouldn't really notice if it was handmade, and even if he did he wouldn't really care as long as it's high quality

never really practiced traditional christmas with his family so he doesn't really care for it

but he does like the pretty lights and a nice warm fireplace

C H R O L L O:

wouldn't admit it but he's pretty picky

he has many very specific interests so he would imagine you have a lot of options

if you got him some kind of old book he's never heard of before he'd be super intrigued and grateful

or if you got him something ancient and fragile, he would love it and would take amazing care of it. especially if he's never seen anything like it before

and if you got him something generic he'd be like "oh! thank you." but he wouldn't really care for it and might forget about it

would want something that fits his aesthetic

would ask if you stole the gift lol

if you gave him something super personal he'd also be quite surprised

it would bother him a bit but then he would remind himself that it was his own doing and entirely his fault

he would actually be super sentimental about it, especially if it was something small he said in passing that you remembered

he would treasure it if it was handmade, he's the kind of person to look at an object's aura so he would know instantly just how hard you worked on it

he pretends he doesn't really care for christmas but he actually really does

he loves how much bonding is involved, and as a child he always longed for a traditional christmas

he kinda loves everything about it tho

Thank you for reading! Please do not repost this anywhere without my permission. Hope you enjoyed <3 - eru <3

[nikitaxlee]

okay, I'm nervous but I'm going to do it because I love your support and thanks for that.

I saw you put your ateez in one of your tags so I'm going to use them instead because...BECAUSE

YUnho's natal chart indicates if he was mentally unstable he could have a desire for stalking his desired person and could also be very manipulative.

So i just have these dark intrusive thoughts of him keeping you in his home and worshipping you with care to the point you have some weird stockholm syndrome relationship with him.

It would start with little love notes and random gifts and then strategically 'randomly' popping up out of nowhere...

or what if he was your best friend that had been crushing on you for years?

and it would manifest in him making love to you, marking you, pinning you down with his strong body while you writhe in pleasure underneath him

'you're not going anywhere, I feed you, I clothe you, I spoil you, you're my princess and all you need is me'

Omg yess, I love when they aren't necessarily forceful but just good at manipulatingggg...

꒰ ⌢୨୧⌢ ꒱

Stalker!Yunho who maybe met you at a coffee shop or University and he just slowly forces himself into your life. You forgot and umbrella? Don't worry, Yunho already knew and is there to offer a ride. How? Because he took you're umbrella. He'd be so strategic and you'd never notice. You could probably marry him and never know that the only reason you did was because he strategically set it up in university.

but imagine if you started sort of coming back to reality:

I can imagine Bsfstalker!Yunho noticing you sort of start pulling away and the second that happens he's going to be bringing you back. From the kisses he would give you that you now seem hesitant to give, to the amount of time you've been spending in the bedroom... away from him. Which of course he can't have. So what will he do? Well, it's simple, give you an unforgettable night, so unforgettable that it'll cause you to never leave him.

'Baby, you want to leave me after all I do for you? You think any other man would love you like I do? No, and you know it, so don't worry your pretty head about anything'

His sweet tone was such a juxtaposition on his hard, fast thrusts and you were soaking up every bit of pleasure. He was right, every hesitant emotion you were feeling vanished as soon as he wrapped his hands around your neck and attacked your lips. Your frame being pinned down by Yunho as the backboard of your bed hit the wall with how hard he was thrusting. And you can do nothing but cry as he destroys ever inch of your mind with sweet words of how you only need him and how if you stay with him you will always be cared for no matter what.

But if you disobeyed him for whatever reason his words wouldn't be so soft,

'You think you can just go out like that? Walk over to the neighbors and talk with him like the little slut you are? Come on baby, I thought you were better than that, this isn't new. You. Are. Mine."

Definately feel like he would strap on a vibrator and edge and overstim you to the point of passing out. And you'd wake to him sliding it in

With each word he'd be fucking you harder and harder until all you could think about was when he'd be in you again. And he would devour that idea, that he was the only you thought of. To the point where you'd forgotten you had family and friends.

It was just you and Yunho now.

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@whatudowhennooneseesyou Thank you so much for sending this thought in babes! I can't begin to explain how suprised I was to see it in my inbox! Also didn't realize you're a fellow Aussie!!! Hoped you liked this and I'd love to collaborate more sometime! Love you <3

-Kitaaa *̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙

[the-kr8tor]

hehe they will never kiss >:) (they do kiss. They smooch HARD.) Daily Hobie HC!!

This time, we're turning the tables! How about, Hobie with a shapeshifter partner? >:) He'd be absolutely clueless, thinking that you meant it as a joke..that is until he wakes up to a big python laying in bed next to him, your tongue flickering in and out at the crest of his ear, wanting to surprise him. As he turns around to see your innocent face staring back at him, his tired instinct tells him to simply just gently put his palm on your face and slowly push you back. As you try to laugh in your snake form, Hobie eventually begins to laugh with you, finding it adorable how you went to such great lengths to wake him up just so Hobie could cuddle you. Of course, as you shift back, he immediately indulges in you, cupping your cheeks in his hands and kissing you all over your face. Sometimes, if you've shapeshifted into a holdable animal, and you're sleeping near him while he fiddles around with his guitar, Hobie will definitely pick you up and set you in his lap, quietly plucking at the strings. Both of you have found ways to even get through places and (unknowingly) helped Hobie snatch a few things from stores. Mostly? it's you shapeshifting into an adorable puppy or a cute little kitten and sticking your head out of the hoodie he's wearing, just bumping his chin. You both have used this trick multiple times on Hobie's bandmates, almost always managing to get Yuri to rush over and begin to shower you with pets. Eventually, the band managed to catch on your ability to shapeshift. But it was fun while it lasted! At times, he'll ask if you could possibly turn into some random animal. A few requests you remember was turning into a fox (He started teasing you with 'Fantastic mr/mrs/mx fox'), a Samoyed, a tiger. He once asked if you could turn into a whale, to which you blankly stared at him and quickly shapeshifted into a peacock instead. Hobie scoffs with feigned indignance every time you bring that moment up, since it was one of the rare times Hobie's face becomes genuinely expressive. When he had asked you to turn into a fox, you did so without hesitation. However, once he started reciting a few lines from 'Fantastic Mr Fox', you decided that today you were going to be a little thief. You ended up stealing a few things from him playfully, obviously having returned them by the end of the day. Hobie claims that you seemed to never stop boasting about the 7 items you had managed to steal. Bit of a short one because I am excited for the daily hobic hc tomorrow! Gotta rest my fingers for a bit before writing an essay hehe -🐦‍⬛

Yessss lots of smooches!! (Sorry for the late answer there was a brownout while i was answering your ask :( )

DAILY HOBIE HC!! 🎉🎉🎉

I stand by the fact that if i ever wake up to an unknown animal I'd die lmaooo hobie is built different

That's so adorable!! Like he'd be the one curling around you like a python!!!!

Oh to be cuddled and smooched like that 🥴

AHHHHHH Imagine you turning into a cute hamster and him putting you in his vest pocket so he could bring you anywhere!!!!!

Hobie better hide you from james and yuri bc they will create more mischief with you once they know about your abilities 😂

Omg a fox!! You on his lap purring while he brushes your pretty orange fur 😍

Lmaoo what if when he asks u to turn into a whale you go 'kay! And you've never seen fear in his eyes before 🤣🤣🤣

Also you about to leave his house boat but before you go he goes "pockets c'mon, love" and you just smirk at him while taking out your haul 😂

[suffering-frombrain-rot]

Obey me brothers + crew watching MC do a diamond painting

I've never done a post like this before, let alone anything for this fandom, but I'm doing a diamond painting myself, and these boys decided to rotate in my brain while doing so. I hope ya'll enjoy this crack post!

Lucifer

-he thinks it's an interesting concept

-he likes checking in on your progress as you place the tiny gems on the right spaces

-far too tedious and time consuming for him to do

- if he ever had a break, then he'd maybe like to try it out with you

-he'd let you work on it in his office while he works as long as you SWEAR you wont make a mess with the gems

-if you do happen to spill some, he'll make sure you pick up every last one, double and triple check that they're all accounted for

-if you give it to him, hed definitely frame it and put it either in a hallway or in his room

Mammon

-he thinks its dumb, why would you spend so much time doing something like that when you could just get a premade one or the same image without the gems?

-he loves watching you do it, he'll say all that to your face, but we all know he'd wanna watch you the whole time

-gets exited when you send him updates, but he'll just respond with a "nice" or something

-he'd wanna try it out with you so you get him one of his own

-he spills the crystals all over the sticky part on accident

-doesn't know how the tools work, he'd also put them on upside down on accident

-he'd frame your finished one and hang it above his bed~

-he's never letting his see the light of day

Leviathan

-he'd play lots of puzzle games, so he sees the appeal in doing something like that

-it's said in a group chat, idk what it was called, but he likes to be able to be in a room with a person and do two completely different things, he doesn't need constant communication or even doing the same thing as the person really to be happy in their presence

-so I'd like to imagine he'd love having you work on your project on the floor of his room while he plays a game or watches a anime

-he'd occasionally check up on you to see your progress!

-maybe he'd order his own of Hana Ruri off Akuzan to work on with you the next time you bring it over to his room

-I don't think he'd hang it anywhere if you offered to give it to him, boy has too many posters on his wall anyways

-he'd say that you worked too hard on it to give it away to someone so quickly

Satan

-my true love <3

-anyways

-Satan is an art enthusiast and gives me a 'try anything and everything' type of vibe

-he'd want to do one with you, he'd make a date of it and everything

-get him a cat one PLEASE!!!

-he'd probably also like one of the starry night, but cats are the top priority 👌

-he'd start to get a bit impatient over time, and a little frustrated if he makes a mistake or spills the gems everywhere

-but he has you with him, so he can easily laugh it off and go back to working on it

-especially if you're enjoying doing it with him, that's the most important part!

-he'd probably want to trade with you once you both finish with them!

Asmodeous

-Also very artistic, like Satan

-he'd comment on how you're doing

"Wow! Your hands are so steady~"

"You have such a nice concentration face!"

-all the compliments might get frustrating if you're trying to focus, but it's okay because you love him

-he'd get one to do with you once you finish your first one, he'd love the closeness of working on such a long project with you

-he is very VERY good at the placement of every gem, he does nails and makeup as well as art occasionally so it is only natural

-he wants it to be perfect

-definitely posting work in progress pics on Devilgram

-takes pics of you working for himself~ he loves the candid shots

-and of course posts the final products together once ya'll finish

-he'd let you hold onto the one you did together so you can look at it and think of him~

Beelzebub

-he'd try to eat it

-it looks like little candies

-candy goes in his mouth

-simple math

-but seriously, make sure he's not gonna eat it if you do one of these around him

-he'd try his hardest to help you out if you ask, but I don't think he has the hand-eye coordination

-like Levi, I think he'd like to watch you in silence as you work on it

-maybe do some workouts while you work?

-he'd probably want to hang it on the fridge since that's where he is a lot of the time, and the others can look at it when they're in the kitchen :)

Belphegor

-Belhpie probably wouldn't care all that much

-he'd think it's pretty, but watching you work on it is putting him to sleep

-he'd probably also want to help you with it, just so it doesn't take you too long

-he can just tell that working on it hurts your back from being hunched over for too long

-go lay down with him, it'd be much nicer, he could rub your back as you both fall asleep

-there's always tomorrow to work on it

-he'd wanna show your work to Beel once it's done

-hed also wanna hang it on one of the walls on his side of the room

Diavolo

-LET HIM DO ONE TOO

-PLEASE

-IT LOOKS LIKE SO MUCH FUN!

-he'd watch you do it, then try to learn the best ways to do one himself

-(may be projecting a little here) he wouldnt know that you could place more than one at a time

-gets well over a quarter or so of the way through before realizing the long thing at the end of the pen you can use to place multiple down at once

-he feels silly but that's okay because hes having fun!

-he'd get one for Barbs too so the three of you could work on it together during any free time you have

-Puts too much pressure while going to pick up the gems and spills them all over out of the tray

-you help him clean them up every time, and you frequently have to use tweezers to take the gems off of the spaces of the picture they spilled on

-even if it's a messy process, you both have lots of fun making them

-he'd put it on his desk in a frame if you gave him yours

-you probably gave it to him as compensation for his messed up one

-shows it off every chance he gets

Barbatos

-if he sees that you're struggling with your project, he'd take over for a bit to show you the best way to do it

-he's like an annoying art teacher that keeps correcting your project when you didn't ask for it

-it's fine though, just tell him you don't need help and he'll respectfully leave you to your work

-he'd make you tea and snacks while you work if you're someone like me who gets too absorbed in your work to take a break

-also would massage your shoulders while idly talking with you about whatever topics your conversation leads

-he'd organize the bags of gems for you, makes sure everything is neat and tidy weather or not you ask for it

-if you wanted to give it to him, he'd happily set it up somewhere visible in the castle

Simeon

-Ugh!

-he'd love watching you work on it!

-he thinks its so pretty how it comes together and becomes so vibrant!

-he'd go and get several to bring up to the celestial realm

-he'd love working on them outside in the light of the celestial realm because of how shiny they are!

-he'd definitely hide things from you just to mess with you

-you need a certain color? Simeon has it in his pocket

-you set your tool down to do something else? He's grabbed it

-will give it back if you kiss him~ he promises <3

-he'd cherish it forever if you gave it to him when you're done!

Solomon

-he'd use magic to mess with you

-inverting the colors, making the colors the same, placing them on the spots for you with magic

-TELL HIM TO STOP

-the fossil has no right

-anyways hes like Simeon with the prank pulling

-he'd stop once you tell him and will revert the changes, then would go back to watching you peacefully as you work

-would be so so happy if you gave it to him, he'd brag to the others that you gave him such a personal and intricate gift

-he's gonna get killed by the others some way or anthother

-but that's fine

-he loves toying with death

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Witchcraft Masterlist

A feather in the Wind (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Phil is an overprotective parent and Dan's just trying to do what's best for their kids. When their daughter has a bad day on their first day of school Phil decided to step in with a little good luck charm. It doesn't go as well as he'd hoped.

Blessed with a Curse (ao3) - Mi_Munson

Summary: A prince accidentally wrongs a wizard and is cursed so that no woman shall ever love him. Fortunately, the prince is gay and now that the wizard is a little calmer he notices that the prince is super cute.

Sparks fly, and not because of a magic spell.

Déjà Vu (ao3) - xawesometrio

Summary: Daniel Howell was born with the curse of immortality and the only way to break that curse is to meet his soulmate twice and fall in love twice. He has already met Philip once and now he must wait for the chance to find him again.

A/N: Yes, I did put character death as a warning in the description, but that is just for Philip dying the first time (he comes back, hence reincarnation). This story will have a happy ending, I promise! I wanted to include that as a warning just in case though!

do what thou wilt (ao3) - sunflowerwitches (orphan_account)

Summary: dan has always known that he isn't a normal human, he grew up wiccan in the middle of seventeenth-century england. he definitely knew he wasn't normal when he has to flee his family home due to the witch trials taking place. he flees to pendle hill in lancashire which isn't completely different to his life back home

Exile (ao3) - kae_karo

Summary: Exile’s a fucking bitch. Dan finds himself kicked out of town and searching for literally anywhere out of the rain - somehow, he must have just enough luck, as he stumbles upon a seemingly abandoned house in the middle of the forest. Except it isn’t abandoned, and the resident isn’t exactly…normal…

Magic Shop (ao3) - your_starless_eyes

Summary: It made sense that Dan would need time to recover from the tour, just the same as Phil. It was logical reasoning.

How was he supposed to know? How was Phil supposed to know that it was, in fact, a bigger issue than he could imagine?

move your body when the sunlight dies (ao3) - phegetarian

Summary: dan is cursed, phil is a witch.

and i can't do summaries.

No Nicer Witch Than You (ao3) - inevera13

Summary: A black cat with hazel eyes has decided to plague Phil, a witch living peacefully in the middle of the forest. Phil decidedly hates the cat! ...until it goes missing.

Rose Quartz (ao3) - Perrikara

Summary: Dan and Phil practice witchcraft in their spare time - but Phil seems to be having a hard time with one particular spell. No matter how hard he tries, it just won't find him a way to improve his charms. Dan, accustomed to his complaining, helps him see that he might be misreading the signs.

The Knight of Wands (ao3) - husbants

Summary: Phil Lester is a witch that has a black corgi instead of a cat. He’s also socially awkward and hasn’t lived away from his parents in, well... ever. That is, until now. When he moves into a cottage on the outskirts of London and his next door neighbor is a pretty man that hums to himself as he waters his plants and has a halo of chocolate curls on his head, Phil turns to the one thing he knows can’t fail him: magic. It won’t fail him now, right?

The Most Beautiful Forbidden Fruit - botanistlester

Summary: In a world where witches and humans live side-by-side, a war breaks out after the two species procreate, producing bloodthirsty children. As a result, the government puts laws into place: Witches and humans must never fall in love or bear children. It’s a rule that Dan Howell and his family have lived hand-in-hand with, even going so far as to make sure that Dan never has prolonged contact with the other species. When Dan goes to his favourite magic shop one day, he meets the new employee, Phil Lester. A human who he can’t seem to get rid of.

The Storyteller's Puppeteer (ao3) - Nekia

Summary: Phil is a storyteller known for his whimsical stories, charming characters and plenty of action. Unbeknownst to him, a kind of magic has brought his stories to life. Enter Dan, a puppeteer mastered in the art of black magic. Dan had always worked in the shadows, a feared member of the village. However, now Dan and Phil must work together to bring a finish to Phil's beloved stories.

[misc-obeyme]

"you and mammon are clearly made for each other" 🥹 🥹 excuse me while i go sob, that's so sweet

I really should start writing! I keep daydreaming scenes and the whole thing plays out in my head, but I never put it to paper. It's just rattling around (also I saw a tiktok saying that not everything you draw has to be with the intention of becoming a finished piece, and I've been having SO MUCH FUN sketching today.)

Like today, I got a tiktok about Orpheus and eurydice that really stuck with me. And there's the whole debate of whether or not you'd turn around if you were in their shoes. And I was imagining the brothers reaction to it, and probably some of them saying they could make it with ease if it was for MC (i think Mammon and Lucifer would argue they could, and maybe Satan or Beel would be the one to say they might turn around)

"Do y'all really think you could make it? His love for her was his reason and his undoing."

"C'mon! It can't be that hard, right? Ya just gotta follow the Great Mammon, I'd lead ya outta danger easy peasy! No turning back required."

"But think about it, Mammon. Can you? Could you hear me behind you, and never feel torn by wanting to take a peek? Could you trust that I'd follow you anywhere? You know you can, you know that I would, but you would still want to see for yourself. The anxiety would be eating me away."

"But it means both of us getting out if I don't peek! If it was for you, I'm sure I could do it... I just have to keep going. Ain't it that simple?"

"Honestly, if I was in his shoes, and I heard you speak my name, I'd have to drop to my knees to resist what's now become second nature. And even then, I'm not sure I'd make it. I would turn around, I would need to make sure you're okay...Think about it, Orpheus loved her too much, so he turned. I would turn around if it was you behind me-... *Coughs* Uh, anyway... That's how I see it..."

"...Did you just-" -Satan

"WOW WOULD YOU LOOK AT THE TIME, I THINK I FORGOT SOME HOMEWORK, NIGHT GUYS!"

"it's 5:00 pm??" - Mammon, who is trying to figure out wtf happened and why i ran off

and this is how i would be accidentally confessing i was in love with mammon. because god knows i would deny my feelings to hell and back in the beginning!! (I'm pretty sure I'm ALSO a tsundere unfortunately 😭)

anyway, who do you think would/wouldn't turn around? do you think Barbatos would? Solomon?

- ✨ anon

Yo, I'm just calling it like I see it!

I just find that it helps to get the ideas out somehow! That could be writing or drawing or whatever you like! I think most creating is like that, too - you can do a lot without necessarily having to completely finish it! I'm glad you've been sketching a bunch!

BAH that is the CUTEST confession ever???

Especially if he doesn't get it lolol classic Mammon right there.

Oh NO two tsunderes falling for each other!?! It's okay, slow burns are great lol. Though it'd be one of those situations where everybody else is fully aware that you're both in love with each other and they're just like siiiigh these two. That's so cute, though!

Let's see, who would turn?

I don't think Barbatos would. I think part of what caused Orpheus to turn around was that he didn't believe Eurydice was actually behind him. He didn't trust the gods and like... who can blame him? Greek gods do all kinds of crazy shit all the time.

But Barbatos? He'd know. He'd know somehow if MC was behind him. Not only that, but there's no way anybody would trick him. I think if they did, they'd unlock Murderous Barb in two seconds flat and I'm convinced that guy could kill a god if he wanted to. He's a very patient demon, but he won't stand being tricked over something like that. You do that, you forfeit your life. Possibly being dragged to the infamous dungeon even.

It'd be harder for Solomon. He just doesn't have the same kind of all-knowing master of time nonsense that Barb has. I feel like he'd be more on par with Orpheus, if older and wiser due to the whole immortality thing.

To be honest, I kinda see Solomon being the one to do the tricking. Like I don't think he'd just accept a deal like that. I don't think he'd trust it. So he'd either try to negotiate for something he does feel okay with or he'd use his magic to somehow hold the god accountable. (Not sure if it'd actually be Hades in this scenario since we're talking about the Underworld... wouldn't it be interesting if it was Diavolo????? OMG that would change my Barb answer lol. But let's assume it isn't him, but some other entity of Death or something.) I just think Solomon would be more likely to use his magic to guarantee that things go the way he would want them to.

If for some reason he couldn't do any of that, though, and it just came down to him having to walk out of the Underworld without turning around... I think he could do it. I think it'd be really hard for him. But I think he could do it. Especially if MC was still really young when they died.

MAN. That's tragic. Good thing this isn't something all our fools would have to do can you imagine???

[get-rammed]

So dawn is one of the few people he wouldn't kill intentionally?

Also I wonder who would win, mimic or Diego. Both are VERY strong. And mimic could just transform himself to be the same size as Diego. So would it be a tie?

(The mimic was able to bend metal, the gate of the elevator. Also his endo is so hard that when the elevator tried to close on his head it freaken DENTED).

But if Diego did still love dawn and didn't want to see anything bad to happen to her. I can only imagine his reaction to seeing her being puppeted by the mimic. like, full blown skin suit levels. (Sorry dawn. Doing it for the angst. Still love you tho 😭) that would probably cause emotional/phychic damage

Correct. Which to tease more stuff. Diego misidentifies the Anon as Dawn for all of like 6 seconds and actually calms down, but immediately returns to hostile upon realizing they're not Dawn. But he wants them and the person with them so like. Get running

And a fight between the mimic and Diego would absolutely come down to who sustains the least amount of damage. Diego was specifically designed to fight the mimic if he ever got out of the basement/kill him for good when the time came. But he was never trained against targets anywhere NEAR the mimics strength. So he would be incredibly ill prepared. All that strength and knowledge, no practical application to actually use it

Higher ups just "Well if we let it free think, and fill it's brain up with military training. We won't have to worry about the mimic, it'll take care of that blight for us!"

Dawn was not aware of the mimic, and still isn't, so she had no way of knowing the real reason they wanted Diego juiced up so damn bad. If she did know, she would have gone about everything differently, and Security Monty would have functioned correctly. Shame how sometimes love does make things worse :)

But we're assuming Diego doesn't make the mimic pause, and convince him to team up instead. Hyper logical, Diego knows he would probably lose agasint blind violence. Mimic just sees a big dude who would give him a run for his money, and he would probably sustain damage counter conductive to his goal of slaughter.

Become just a dude trying to make a battery for himself, and his scary ass dog who will bite you

As for Dawn puppet. Man Diego would be PISSED. He'd know immediately. That's not Dawn. That's not Human. Attack with zero mercy. Make this big god complex bastard feel genuine hurt and anguish

[downinthehull]

here's some agere headcanons/random thoughts about king richard!!!

age range

I think he has quite a big range honestly.

anywhere from a toddler to older kid, and preteen. it really depends on the day, but I think he usually stays more towards the middle/older kid range.

reasons for regressing

obviously, he didn't have a very nice childhood, not ever really seeing his parents, and not being close with his brother.

it was nice in the way that he had servants around to do everything for him, but no doubt it was hard growing up and not really having someone who genuinely cared about him and his feelings. he had pearl and gareth, but I'm sure he spent a bit of time feeling alone.

possible caregivers

roberta and gareth would absolutely be his main cgs.

gareth grew up with richard, he knows basically everything about him, what he likes, what he hates, how many pillows he needs to be able to sleep. he's been his best friend for so long, and cares about him.

roberta (while she did know him a bit when they were younger) doesn't know him as well, but she seems happy enough to learn all she can about him once they finally get to be together. plus, just the fact that her nickname for him is "pup-pup". T-T she just seems to comfort him whenever they're together.

galavant (in season 2) is more like a babysitter. an unwilling one, but he grows to like richard well enough.

tad cooper

just the whole 'My Dragon Pal and Me' song.

he's very happy to have a small friend to carry around! I can imagine him doing his best to make sure tad cooper is fed only the best vegetables and crickets/other bugs.

richard always makes sure to take tad cooper with him wherever he goes, but I imagine he'd also be fine leaving him with roberta sometimes. trusting her to keep him safe.

arts and crafts

the fact that he made a decoupage footstool for gareth's birthday is so cute T-T so he "could have a sit down."

madalena says it's a hobby of his, so I just like the idea of him making one for everyone's birthday! he seems like he would take his time on it, making sure it turned out perfectly.

maybe roberta even has some crafts she can do with him! paper crowns, cards, anything fun really.

very affectionate

he's comfortable asking gareth for hugs when he wants one or if he's feeling sad (even though gareth isn't a big fan of hugs).

he's very vocal about missing gareth in season 2, saying that gareth was the only person who cared about him.

he was very comfortable resting his head on gal's shoulder when they were in the dinghy.

he seems like such a cuddly guy, but doesn't have anyone who actually likes hugs or anything like that.

but I think roberta would change that :) she just seems like she would be a good cg.

also, just the fact and way that he has chef feed him???

[leffee]

More headcannons on your son?

My Vinnie son!! :D

his absolute least favourite season is winter, he hates it with a passion, it's not up to discussion. It has good sides, he can admit it, but the cons outweight the pros greatly in his opinion. With that vague "colder body temperature" disease I gave him, it's way too cold for him most of the time, while normally he gets sick rarely, during winter he gets sick bad approximately every other week and not for 2 days either; it's slippery outside which with his clumsiness is a terrible combinations, not to mention that all of that saps all the energy out of him. He wants to go out, especially with his friends, but honestly he'd much rather wait the winter out at home

besides his hair, his body part he looks after the most are his feet. However, while he cares about his hair completely willingly, he was forced to do the same with his feet. The story is this: he dances a lot, right? He might not be good at it but he does like it. And while dancing you work a lot on your feet and strain them. At one point, he realized that his feet were in a pretty bad state, but being himself he didn't want to do anything about it at first. Eventually though, it came to the point when they really started hurting him, felt tired and had blisters. Not willing to endure it anymore he bought some stuff and ever since then he's been taking good care of them. Damn, that's a lot of talk about Vinnie feet. Damn

it's not normally visible, but somewhere in his hair he has 6 bobby pins, and yes, they are supposed to represent his friends so he can "take" them anywhere. Each one he got from each of them. From some of them he already had had one before getting this idea that he borrowed and didn't give back because they didn't really care about getting it back cause it's just a bobby pin. From those he didn't have one when he came out with this, he simply asked if they could give him a bobby pin. And so they did, until he got one from each of them and started wearing them

he's hyper aware whenever going up or down the stairs because he fell down on them so many times he expects it to happen every time. He's not afraid of falling or getting hurt in general, but it simply happened so much that his consciousness "generously" granted him the habit of focusing only on stairs when on them. Don't talk to him when doing that, he's not going to register that anyway

he can turn both his feet almost 180 degrees so they face backwards (ok, it's actually more like 160 or so, but 180 sounds better and appeals more to the imagination). He can't walk like that but it's a cool party trick. Well, to some it's cool, others think it's gross but perhaps impressive most of the time. It's hard to find anything about this on internet so idk if it's due to lack of some joints or maybe some doubled cartilages but he has whatever that is

this might one of my more random headcanons, but he writes in cursive. Also while we're at it, have I ever said he's left-handed? I might have but I don't remember now. He is

remember when I said he likes Zoe's taste in music? He also likes her own songs a lot, and will, sometimes unconciously, hum or sing them to himself, especially when alone and doing something he doesn't need to focus on too much. The sort of taking a shower or brushing his hair, and he will sing "Not every star is in the sky" or "The Fire Hydrant Song" to himself absent-mindedly

him and Pepper give each other stupid gifts on Valentine's day, acting like they are madly in love with each other, but in such mocking and overdramatic way it's obvious they're just acting. For example, Pepper will kneel on one knee before Vinnie with a McDonald's box, open it, and there will be heart-shaped chicken nuggets inside, then say "I-it's not like I like you, baka! X( But I got you this gift uwu". Next, Vinnie will gasp dramatically and way louder than needed, clutch his shirt near his heart, and pretend to wipe tears "P-Pepper-chan, this is the best gift I ever got!".

whenever he wants to hang out with Sunil but for some reason Sunil can't but is still in his house, in a world where they live right next to each other (because I'm not too sure if I like them living right next to each other or not) Vinnie simply opens his window wide and will bend over it "miserably" and hang like that, and yes, Sunil can see that from one window in his house. Vinnie can stand like that for hours, it's genuinely not an attempt to make Sunil invite him over out of pity or anything, he gets that he might be busy, but that's just him showing his sadness over this. A bit overdramatic maybe. The first time Sunil saw that he just simply smiled sympathetically at first, but then got busy and once he finished 3 hours later, he walked next to the window overlooking Vinnie's house, not even thinking that Vinnie would be still there so he wasn't looking. However, from the corner of his eye he caught Vinnie doing just that and had to double-check to make sure he was seeing what he thought he was. At first he thought that maybe Vinnie took a break and at some point came back but nope, he was there the entire time

he's like the opposite of Minka in this one way at least, because while Minka's scared of small spaces, he personally really likes them, there's something comforting about being squeezed and/or surrounded from every side. Basically, he liked being squeezed, it's nicer when it's hugs and all, but tight spaces are really great too. Fun fact it that there was a period of time when I actually gave him claustrophobia, just way less severe than Minka's but nah, I'm over this headcanon, now he likes it. It's true in some other universe

Idk how to end it, so have a picrew image I made of my beloved

He looks absolutely silly