#always like whatever you are too sensitive like oh shit maybe because you are being cunts

[rafey-baby]

older!rafe and sensitive!reader spending the holidays together

c/w: fluff, her ovulating and being horny, smut: p-in-v, slight breeding kink, use of dad, 18+ mdni! 

wc: 1.5k

ugh i’ve missed this man

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“Why is he doin’ that shit?”  

“Rafe, it’s a rom-com,” she reasons, practically glued to him on their couch with the way she keeps shifting closer and closer, almost unconsciously at this point.   

“Yeah, a shitty one. Why was it necessary to do a whole fuckin’ speech at the mall? He couldn’t jus’ I dunno, tell her how he felt?” he scoffs, clearly fed up with the entire film already. 

She can’t stop the bubbly laughter from escaping her when she looks over to his scowling face. “I mean, this is actually getting kinda weird…why’s everyone watching them?” 

“Yeah, ‘n why are they still on that fuckin’ stage?” he grumbles while the couple is now fully making out on the TV screen. 

“Please don’t ever do anything like that to me.”

“Yeah, was actually gonna ask, you, uh, you wanna go shoppin’ tomorrow?” 

“No!” she giggles before taking a sip of the hot chocolate she’d made for herself (because Rafe deliberately told her he didn’t want any) but the minute she’d sat down with the mug in hand, he’d wanted to try it, which ended up with him drinking nearly half of it.  

“Oh shit, forgot to give you this earlier, look what I got you today,” he suddenly murmurs. 

“Hm?” her eyes flit over to his face; momentarily distracted by his pretty features as he searches for something from the back pocket of his pants. Then, he’s pulling a golden necklace from a velvety box.    

“That looks really expensive,” she nervously mumbles, pausing the TV in order to concentrate on the heart-shaped locket he’s holding out to her.   

“You deserve the fuckin’ world, it was nothin’ alright? Can think of it as an early Christmas present if it makes you feel better,” he rolls his eyes, almost exasperated that she still can’t seem to comprehend the fact that he enjoys spending his money on her.    

“It’s so beautiful,” she croons as she inspects the piece of jewelry with careful fingertips, heart swelling in her chest at the sentiment— recalling how she’d mentioned something about thinking pendants like these were adorable maybe once.    

“Yeah? You like it?”    

“I love it. Wait, you had your initials carved into it too? That’s so cute, Ray, what the hell?” she feels her eyes grow watery because her boyfriend really is her favorite person in the whole wide world for a reason.    

“Yeah, know you’re into sappy shit like that, ‘n you can put m’picture inside too ‘n you’ll always have me with you or whatever the fuck.”    

“Shut up, you’re so sweet! I love you,” she exclaims before she’s wrapping her arms around his neck— climbing into his lap in the process while he murmurs into her hair how he apparently ‘loves her more’, which she thinks is not possible.    

“Let me put it on you?” he says before he’s swiping away some strands in order to clasp the locket around her neck. “Look so pretty with m’name on you.”

“Wait, you should have my name on you too,” she jokingly utters out next.  

“Been thinkin’ about gettin’ it tattooed actually,” he admits, completely serious, which makes her face scrunch up.  

“You’re not getting my name tattooed on you— you’re crazy,” she softly hits his chest. However, he can barely even feel it because she really doesn’t have a single violent bone in her body.   

“Yeah, crazy ‘bout you,” he grins, eliciting an airy giggle from her.    

Knowing she’s about to complain about him being weird again, he shuts her up with a press of his mouth against hers— a surprised noise leaving her when she’s momentarily taken aback by the sudden cushion of his lips. 

And it’s sloppy, the way they slot together like puzzle pieces when she opens up for him, but both of them prefer it that way. 

His kiss was meant to be something sweet but soon enough she’s rutting against him— whimpering into his mouth as if it’s been years since the last time they did this. And all too soon for her liking, he’s pulling away.

“Somethin’ you want?”  

“…no,” she lies through her teeth.    

“No? Jus’ uh, humpin’ me like a bitch in heat for no reason then, hm?” he raises his brows; eyes fixed on her frustrated features.    

“Ray...” she huffs out; a frown already forming on her spit-slicked lips.    

“Yeah?” he asks, giving her a soft peck as encouragement.    

“Want you…” she pants against his mouth.    

“But m’right here?” the furrow of his brows displays faux confusion.  

“You know what I mean,” she whines; shifting around in his lap some more.    

“M’afraid I don’t. If there’s somethin’ you want, you gonna have to tell me,” the edge of his mouth curls annoyingly when he decides to toy with her, always finding so much entertainment from her struggle.     

However, she merely grants him another whine.   

“Wha’s up with you today, hm? So fuckin’ needy, actin’ like you haven’t been fucked in a month when you were literally cryin’ on m’cock last night?” he murmurs while thumbing at her pouty bottom lip.   

“I don’t know…jus’ need you so bad,” her eyes begin to gloss over when he’s still not giving her what she so desperately craves.    

“Baby, there’s no need to cry, yeah?” he sticks his thumb past her lips; an attempt to placate her, even if he thinks she never looks prettier than with her eyes all wet and forlorn.   

“You’re ovulatin’ right now, aren’t ya?” his brain finally fits together the very telltale signs as he plucks his phone from the coffee table— opening the app that tracks her period cycle.  

“Think so, yeah,” she mumbles, mindlessly sucking on the digit resting on her tongue as she sniffles.  

It’s no surprise to either of them when his assumption proves to be right.    

“Think you need me to fuck a baby in you, s’that it? Wanna make me a real daddy?” he croons.    

“Mhm…want you,” her words are muffled around his thumb.    

“I know, sweetheart. Don’t want anyone but you carryin’ m’kids— think about knockin’ you up so fuckin’ often, you know?”    

“You do?”    

“Yeah, know you’d be such a good mom.”    

“You think? I think you’d be the best dad, sometimes wish you were my dad,” she rambles mindlessly, the conversation suddenly teetering on the edge of something else entirely.    

“Shit, such an angel face ‘n then there’s this rotten mind inside, huh?” he tuts in disapproval, appearing disgusted as if he doesn’t get even harder in response to her words— something raw, primitive stirring in the pit of his stomach whenever she says things like that.    

“M’sorry dad,” she offers him an impish smile.  

“Someone’s in a mood today?” he chuckles, narrowing his eyes in a playful manner.    

“Can you take off your pants?” she complains while attempting to loosen his belt but with her mind buzzing like a honeybee it’s proving to be a rather demanding.   

“Can’t do anythin’ without dad’s help, can you? Go on, let’s see if you can take me out by yourself, yeah?” he rasps out, tone challenging.    

“No, need your help, daddy, I can’t—”  

“Shit, you’re fuckin’ pathetic,” he murmurs, somehow managing to turn something so patronizing into something affectionate as he swats away her helpless hands and yanks the belt open himself.    

“See? Not that fuckin’ hard, was it?” he mutters out as his thumb slips out of her mouth before he’s pulling himself out. And even if he’s not even fully hard yet, and she’s seen it more times than she can count, she’s still mesmerized by the sight— eyes rounding out while she simply stares as if she’s under some spell.    

“You’re so pretty,” she blinks at him, eyes moony.    

“Still not tired of seein’ it, huh?”   

She shakes her head.   

And since she’s not wearing any pants (as usual), he only has to tug the fabric of her underwear to the side in order to reveal her messy cunt.    

“Ray…” she whines when he merely smears the drippy head over her folds; thudding it against her clit to get her to whimper some more.  

“Hm? Want it inside? Wha’s the magic word?” he looks at her with something amused twinkling in his eyes.   

“Please. Dad, it hurts,” she sniffles, desperately trying to rub against him in an attempt to alleviate the ache.    

“Hurts? Think you bein’ a little dramatic, no?” he lets out a breathy chuckle, making her huff out in frustration.   

“M’not, Ray, please, need you so bad,” wet droplets stain her cheeks while she tries to uselessly blink them away.    

“Shh, s’okay. Dad’s bein’ mean again, isn’t he? M’sorry, baby, I’ll give you what you want, yeah?” his voice is a deep rumble before he’s finally tucking the tip into her weepy cunt, causing both of them to moan in tandem when she practically sucks him in— his fingerprints denting the skin of her thighs when he aids her movements to his liking.   

“Yeah? That what you wanted? Always such a tight fuckin’ fit, huh?” he grunts against her mouth; hips meeting hers halfway as he stuffs himself deeper.  

“Mm, I love you,” she whimpers— practically feeling him in her guts as his cock pokes at the spongy spot inside her while his big hands help situate her on top of him, and she thinks this might just be heaven on earth.

[stevesjockstrap]

kinktober 5: Corroded Coffin/Steve & group sex

Rated E • Corroded Coffin polycule + Steve • famous Corroded Coffin, regular guy Steve, no UD, indeterminate time frame, implications of free use, double penetration

Suggested by @fuctacles

Corroded Coffin had always been close; maybe a lot closer than anyone would’ve expected. No one remembered how it had started, really. Just a bunch of dudes stuck in close quarters together for too long, especially in the early days where groupies were unheard of. Guys messed around with their friends, helped them out, right?

Eddie knew what they had was taboo, and of course this unspoken thing continued after the band had hit it big, hiring assistants and management, through relationships and falling outs. The band knew they always had each other. That had worked for them for so long, why stop now?

Until Steve Harrington crashed into his life, uprooting everything Eddie had thought possible. He was nobody, just a normal man who worked a boring office job. They’d crossed paths randomly, at a hotel where Steve was attending a work conference. Eddie had made a fool of himself, unable to speak or make sense, mystified at the beautiful man in front of him.

The band laughed at Eddie falling so hard so fast with this regular guy, figuring it would burn out as fast as all of their attempts at separate endeavors always had.

Eddie soon learned that Steve was very needy, and found the idea of others joining them more than appealing. He wasn’t put off by Eddie’s shy admission of the band mates helping each other out. It wasn’t the dealbreaker it had been in the past. Eddie, and everyone else, were pleasantly surprised.

He had talked Steve into taking a sabbatical at work to join the band on their international tour. He’d finally caved, as there'd be no way Steve would survive without his boyfriend for the months they’d be gone. The few days or weeks in the beginning of their relationship had been unbearable for him.

The boys were even more hyped up than usual after the show tonight, rushing through meet and greets. It may have had something to do with Steve waiting for them in the green room in only a pair of baby pink panties, cock hard and plug already in place.

Eddie smirked at him, taking his time as he licked across his sensitive nipples while Drew pushed into him from behind. Steve’s own dick was engulfed by Jeff’s skilled mouth and his hands were working Gareth’s hole and cock. They had all perfected their roles, the boys knowing what each other wanted before they could ask for it. And Steve fit in quickly and immediately, completely uninhibited and giving as good as he got.

Eddie usually found himself hanging back, wanting to watch them take Steve apart and then use him to exhaustion. Steve was the most insatiable person Eddie had ever met. He’d come again and again and still cry and whine for more. Jeff and Drew were mostly useless after coming once, so then it was up to Gareth and Eddie to work him to completion.

Not that anyone ever complained.

Once Drew was snoring on the other couch and Jeff was chugging a bottle of water, Eddie slid into his twice-filled hole as Steve bottomed out into Gareth.

“Oh shit, baby. You love being in the middle, huh?” Eddie gasped as he clenched around him.

“Love all of it,” he murmured, starting the rhythm of their thrusts. He cried out as he fucked himself back and forth between them. Gareth was unusually quiet, and Eddie realized Steve’s fingers were shoved into his mouth.

“Gareth really wanted Steve to fuck him, but he said he didn’t want Becky to have to listen to his wailing. Her room is right next to us here,” Jeff explained.

Eddie chuckled, sucking a dark bite into Steve’s shoulder.

Their publicist had put up with a lot the last few years. She really liked Steve, probably because he was so easy going and friendly. Being gorgeous probably helped, but Steve always tried to help out with whatever Becky needed.

Gareth reached up to pull the fingers away from his mouth to grumble, “Don’t know why you have to suck up to her, you’re already her favorite.”

They both fucked forward hard at the same time, making Gareth cry out loudly. Proving his point, Steve shoved three fingers back in, snorting at his choked off noise.

Gareth came quickly after that, rutting back to try to make Steve come first but Eddie pushed two dry fingers in alongside Steve’s cock as Steve jerked him off. He didn't stand a chance.

“Want me all to yourself now, princess?” He teased as they switched positions, Steve riding him fast. His cock was hard and dripping, bouncing with him as he sunk down onto Eddie. They both jolted as Gareth decided to get revenge by pushing his own thick fingers next to Eddie’s cock.

“Yesss,” Steve whined. “More, Gare. That’s- oh fuck. Shove your cock in too.”

Eddie laughed but Gareth spit into his other hand and worked himself back to hardness. He pushed at Steve's shoulder to get him into a better angle, holding himself above Eddie’s chest. After only a few moments of rubbing his cock between their bellies, Steve came again, easing the way for Gareth as he slowly pressed in beside Eddie’s cock.

The tightness around his cock was insane. But looking up at both of their faces was better. He’d never seen Steve like this before, eyes unfocused, keening loudly as he and Gareth found a rhythm to fuck into him together.

“Oh fuck, that’s hot,” Jeff groaned from his seat, leaning forward unabashedly staring at where they were all connected.

Steve pulled away a bit, and Eddie stilled. But he only pushed up on one arm to reach back with the other, teasing his fingers around the stretched skin. The other two groaned with him.

“So fucking full, oh my god,” he nearly shouted.

Gareth giggled and shoved forward roughly, making all three of them cry out. When he continued, Steve was the one making all the noise. So much for not pissing Becky off.

They both had the same idea, both of their hands coming to cover Steve’s mouth simultaneously.

“Gunna come, Gare, oh shit,” Eddie warned.

“Me too.”

Eddie reached one hand to pull at the hair at the base of Steve’s skull, bringing him in for a filthy kiss as Gareth pulled Steve’s hips back and forth. Steve came again, squeezing impossibly tighter around them, Eddie swallowing his noises as they continued fucking him through it.

He felt Gareth’s release hot around him before he succumbed to his own climax.

When he’d caught his breath, Steve was laying on his chest, a satisfied sort of smirk across his face.

“We are definitely doing that again,” he mused.

“Oh, you are trouble,” Gareth responded where he was sprawled on the floor a few feet away, pushing his hair off his sweaty forehead as he panted.

Insatiable as always, Steve somehow conned Eddie into eating out his abused hole in the shower until he came twice more.

They bought flowers and a bottle of wine for Becky, who only avoided eye contact with them for a couple days afterwards.

Dividers by @/steddiecameraroll-graphics & @/fuctacles

[fatallucidity]

I’ve been wanting to rant about this scene for a whiiiile chat. So here goes. This is from chapter 85. I’m a Loki simp so I just gotta.

I cannot get over the adorable art style change here!! He just looks so cute and playful. Yes, he’s always playful and laid back, but with Hilde, he just seems more…. Genuine. Like this is him actually trying to be friendly and make her smile. He often smiles maliciously when being snide or passive aggressive with Odin, especially when poking fun at him. Here, his smile just looks so much different. He looks pretty different from the start of the series, but it’s a very pleasant change. He still got those hips plus those amazing arms.

Hilde looks so pretty in that panel. Like my girl is just so gorgeous. I also love how Loki seems to want to actually help her. Gotta love his goofy poses.

The height difference is silly-

Also Loki trying convince her some more.

I CANNOT WITH THIS HILDE FRAME. She looks so beautiful. Whatever artist is drawing these oh so slayful lips on Beel and Hilde, I thank you.

Loki looks more sly here like he’s planning on doing more than just saving her. He just looks so smug, he thinks he’s convincing her. I just love when he floats around. He looks so cute and hot at the same time. THOSE HIIIIIIIPS THAT BACK CUUUURVE.

I’m still not quite sure how to interpret his little jig here lmao. Like Loki baby what’re you doing there??? It’s interesting how he claims to be better at convincing Odin than most, then asks her for a special favor.

I’m not surprised she interpreted this as being a transaction. He did certainly insinuate something, but given his reaction, he wasn’t trying to get her to hand over her body. His reaction is kind of adorable. He looks so flustered like “what did you just say-“ Possible Loki respecting women? Not confirmed really, given the whole doll thi-

Hilde my beloved. Straight up doesn’t care if she dies, since she knows that’s how Ragnarok works. Loki just looks so frustrated.

Here we get a glimpse of how petty Loki really is. He knew Siegfried is a sensitive spot for Hilde, he knew saying that would piss her off, that’s why he did it. In the exact moment she refused, he panicked and just reacted with pettiness to try and convince her to go along with his plan to save her. This shows us he really isn’t that mature. While he’s extremely intelligent and cunning, very sharp witted and analytical, he’s just immature in the long run. Loki deep down is petty and cunning in ways that gets people to do what he wants. Lemme remind y’all of season two of the anime when he’s fighting Buddha, Kondou, Sasaki, and Okita.

“Things don’t just go our way. We make it happen.”

This scene also perplexes me. He’s seems excited to learn about this, but probably because he’s planning something malicious. He knows Siegfried is her lover, and he’s filing that away for evil plans to get at her, maybe even to try and kill Siegfried. If he takes out her lover, he might think she feels all alone and will be more inclined to go to him for help. The art here is just amazing too. That panel of him looking stunned mid smile is mwahhh.

Once again. Her LIIIPS. MWAHS. she looks amazing as ever. Her cold response is expected. She sees Loki as the enemy given he’s a god who’s against saving humanity. My goodness his reaction is so sad. Like he’s just stunned at how unfeeling she is towards him. Once again Loki, immaturity won’t do shit.

Anyways, there’s my rant. I’ve used up the mobile image limit lmaoooo. I might talk about this more, but this just got me thinking, especially with the sad panel of Loki from the new chapter. Hope yall enjoyed, thanks for coming to me Ted talk

[kingkatsuki]

— release

Don’t mind me, just feeling self-indulgent today💕

Being Dynamight’s PR manager you were used to getting him out of trouble, it’s only fair he show you some appreciation.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, piss.

Word Count: 1.2k.

“Spread your legs.”

“What?” A fierce heat flooded to your cheeks as you tried to ignore the throb between your thighs at such a blaze request.

Your fingers stilled against your keyboard as you looked up at your boss from across the room. City lights illuminated the empty office as you were the only two left on the floor, the last minute mission reports were almost complete and your body ached from hunching over your computer for so long.

Each time Dynamight faced a destruction of public property charge it always meant staying late, his PR team working overtime to try and arrange reparations. And as his PR manager it meant staying later than the rest of your employees, who were long gone. You’d expected the phone to stop ringing during office hours, but after just getting off the phone with another disgruntled civilian at past ten, you were proved wrong.

“You heard,” He stepped towards you as he carded a hand through his messy hair.

“I should be giving you orders right now, Dynamight,” You hissed, “Do you realise how many complaints I’ve had to address today because of you?”

“People always got shit to complain about,” He scoffed, “I got the guy, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, but maybe you could do it without totalling a building next time?” You sneered.

“I thought you liked staying late in the office with me,” He grinned, walking around the edge of your desk, “You were pretty happy when I had you pressed against my window last month.”

Your heart raced at the memory, your breasts pressed against the cool glass as he pounded into you from behind. His agency was one of the tallest buildings in the city, but there was still a chance that someone could’ve seen you.

“I think you like when I do this shit.” He pressed.

“Oh yeah, I really love spending overtime being berated on the phone.” You rolled your eyes.

“Just hang up on those fuckers,” He shook his head, “They’re always the first to complain when shitty Deku’s not there in time.”

“Unless you’d missed it, my job is to get you out of shit,” You smiled, “Not to make it worse.”

“I thought your job was to do whatever I say.” Large palms pushed your computer chair back from the desk, spinning you to face him.

“My job is to keep you out of trouble,” You crossed your arms over your chest, “Which is why you seem to enjoy making it hard.”

“I think you’re the one that likes making me hard, sweetheart.” You rolled your eyes at his crass humour as his lips curled into a smug grin, “So spread your legs.”

Bakugou’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he watched the way your cute skirt rose further up your thighs as you obeyed, revealing your plain cotton panties to his debauched gaze.

“Good girl.” He growled. You were always so obedient, so easy. The way you were ready and willing to do anything for him at the blink of an eye.

But you needed this too, especially after the day you’d had. You deserved it, and Bakugou was more than willing to give it to you.

“Been thinkin’ about this all damn day,” He groaned, “I shoulda called you into my office earlier.”

“I really need to use the bathroom first, Katsuki.” You mumbled.

A request which fell upon deaf ears as Bakugou settled himself between your plush thighs, broad arms shouldering them further apart as he nuzzled your clothed crotch. Breathing in the scent of you as you involuntarily bucked your hips into his touch, your core throbbing with desire and need.

“So pretty,” He hums, ignoring your request as he places a chaste kiss on your sensitive clit through the fabric, grinning when your body jolts in response, “You been waiting for me all day?”

“Shit,” You whined, hands blindly reaching out for his messy mop of hair as he began to lap at your folds through the thin material. Watching it darken from a mixture of your slick and his spit as your pelvis began to tighten. Trying to chase the pleasure he was giving you and ignore the dull throb that pulsed inside you, desperate for relief, “Katsuki, I really have to pee first.”

You could coax him to the bathrooms, let him pound you over the sinks as he’d done so many times before after you’d given yourself the relief you were craving. Being sat autonomously at your desk for so many hours as you tried to repair the mess that Dynamight had created, you’d lost track of time and basic human needs. His warm hands smoothing along your inner thighs reminded you of just how desperately you needed to go.

If Bakugou heard your pleas, he chose to ignore them. Palming himself through his slacks as he lapped at your sensitive clit through your panties.

You were certain you wouldn’t be able to hang on for much longer, trying to close your thighs around his head in a feeble attempt to hold yourself back for a little longer— to stop yourself from humiliating yourself in front of your boss.

Bakugou’s fingers curled beneath the fabric as he pulled them down your thighs, leaving them settled around one of your ankles as he spread you apart with his thumbs.

“Kats,” You groaned, your cunt clenched from the throb in your pelvis, “Please.”

“Ain’t no one stopping you, sweetheart.” He rasped, leaning forward to press a soft kiss against your puffy clit.

The contact with your bare cunt had your hips jerking, throwing your head back against the headrest as you felt your pelvis throb. All conscious thoughts swirling from your mind as you finally allowed yourself to relax and succumb to the desire. The euphoria almost mind-numbing as a warm stream began to trickle from between your thighs.

“Oh fuck, baby. That’s it—” Bakugou groaned as he watched through half-lidded eyes. His cock throbbing beneath his slacks as he watched you relieve yourself in front of him, “So pretty.”

Bakugou smoothed his thumb along your slit, following the warm stream as your hole clenched around nothing from the contact. Embarrassment had your heart pounding in your chest as your eyes clenched shut, your hands gripping onto the arms of your chair as you tried to close your thighs.

“Don’t,” Bakugou snarled, slapping your cunt as the wet sound echoed around the empty Office. You gasped at the contact as your eyes snapped open, “Look at me.”

The painful throb was now replaced with white hot bliss that coursed through your veins as your eyes rolled back, your lips parted in a desperate whine as he pulled back to watch you with his intense crimson gaze.

“Oh fuck,” You bit down on your lower lip hard as you emptied your bladder, finally beginning to feel your body relax as the intense throb from your clit took over. Desperate for any kind of contact as you rolled your hips into Bakugou’s touch.

“You’re so perfect, you know that?” He hummed, his fingers brushing along your wet slit before pushing inside your tight core, stealing all the air from your lungs, “My dirty girl.”

[norman-fucking-reedus]

Scud knows the second you find out he took your dildo that he’s in so much trouble, he can almost see the burning look in your eyes but that doesn’t matter now. What matters now is that he has it, and he’s alone. He made sure that the walkie was one hundred percent off, cause god forbid everyone on the channel hear him not doing his assignment.

It always made Scud feel so flithy whenever he started to undo his pants, dropping them down around his ankles. At first he couldn’t get the thing to stick, maybe not because it was a fabric fucking chair, so he huffed. There was a half crush box in the corner, Scud snatching it up and ripping it open, placing it flat on the seat. This time, the dildo stuck, and Scud squeezed a shit ton of lube out. You’d be mad about that too, but that didn’t even matter, not with the way Scud easily slipped down the entire cock without even trying, gripping the small table in front of him for balance.

It was the deepest he had ever had a dick inside him, so deep Scud swore that part of it was in his stomach. He lifted himself up and slid back down, little to no resistance anywhere. Scud didn’t waste any time before he was already loudly groaning and shaking the van, bouncing quickly as each thrust hit a sensitive nerve he didn’t even know was there. He grips the edge of the table tightly with one hand, the other wrapping around his tender cock and tearing a cry from his throat, squeezing around his leaky tip.

He could hear your voice in his head, scoffing at him and looking down on him for being such a “dirty little fucking whore.” Oh he wanted to hear your voice so badly, whimpering as he quickened his pace, wet slapping sounding in the small van from where Scud almost dripped lube from his ass, rolling down and smearing across his nuts. He could imagine the way you point it out to him, asking “can you hear how fucking wet you are for me? so eager and ready for me?” God yes, he could hear all of it, almost downright taste it.

His orgasm was burning hot in his gut, and all he could think about was how fucking amazing he felt. He knows better then to go behind your back, and it makes him feel like such a slut when he thinks about how much that just turns him on. His hand speeds up as he continues to jerk himself, whining and stuttering out curses as each jabs to his insides combined with the harsh stroke of his hand, Scud absolutely falls apart. “Fuuck! Oh God yes- fuck, fucking fuck me” He sobs, hips sputtering as he cums everywhere, head thrown back and stull feverishly moving his hand, sloppily bouncing on the dildo.

His ears were ringing, his chest expanded with every heavy pant, and his legs trembled from where they had been totally overworked, thigh muscles tense and straining. Scud almost passed out in the chair, his entire body going limp after a blinding orgasm.

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yes I am very obsessed with Scud yes I did change my blog theme to him and so what he’s my perfect innocent little baby boy he wouldn’t even hurt a fly hes scared of them he would never and could never do any type of wrong in his whole life he’s just my little sassy stoner whatever he’s being accused of I can 1000% guarantee you that he had literally nothing to do with it your honor he wasnt even there

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[vevobly]

Being Natalie Scatorccio Girlfriend Headcanons (Pre-Crash) [Part 2]

A/N: More headcanons for being Natalie's girlfriend pre-crash! Heads up for sensitive topics such as alcohol drinking, substance abuse, and more.

Now, Natalie can't help it but she often ends up thinking she's not good enough for you. I mean, she's just broken goods; what do you even see in her? It's cause of this that she tends to push you away, convinced you deserve better.

You have to constantly remind her how much she means to you and that she's worth fighting for, even when she doesn't believe it. Still, it pisses you off when she pushes you away, and sometimes you two even get into fights because of it. But it's nothing you guys can't manage to get through!

Now elaborating more on the first part of this where I mentioned Natalie will call you up late at night just to talk about whatever. It usually happens when her dad passes out drunk or another fight at her home happens.

In your relationship with Nat, it's not about what's being said or done—it’s just about knowing you’re there for each other. You two have a tendency to listen to each other talk before falling asleep. Whether it’s you or Natalie who falls asleep first, neither of you ends the call until you hear the other breathing quietly after a moment.

Sometimes, when things get really shitty for Nat at home, you guys just sneak off with alcohol from her dad's stash (stolen out of spite) and drink together. You're not proud of it, but it's one of the ways she copes. Besides that, she always feels guilty afterward, and when she does; you're there to comfort her.

Oh, and in case you don't drink, Natalie always brings an extra drink other than alcohol for you. Or if you feel like it, you just take a small drink of it. Maybe mixing in some water with it even though it doesn't make much difference if you do.

After soccer practice (assuming you're not on the team with her), you're always waiting for her outside; leaning against her car. It's like a little routine you guys have: she'll spot you as she's leaving the field and will be beaming.

If you smoke, you guys will share a cigarette before driving off together to wherever you two can find a little peace. If you don't, Nat will probably just take a quick drag of her cigarette before driving off with you.

Think of it however you want, but you and Nat practically share a locker at school. Well, to be more specific, she shares her locker with you. Whether you keep yours tidy or not, she always makes sure there's space for your things despite how messy her locker is (the old papers, cigarette packs, and gum wrappers).

Whether you're a fan of sports or not, you're always at the edge of the field and cheering her on. But of course, in a low-key way! Since your relationship with her is supposed to be on the down low, and she isn't one for big shows of support. She might never admit it, but seeing you in the crowd? It keeps her grounded and it's one of the few things that makes her feel like she belongs.

Now this completely depends on whether you have a fucking savior complex or not but despite knowing her reputation at school, you give a fuck ton of excuses to teachers when they ask about her. Like she's just running late, not feeling well, something came up, and whatever you can make up on the spot honestly.

You even went so far as to literally fake some stuff (excuse letters from her parents etc) up for her just so she could stay out of trouble. Sometimes when she gets caught skipping school or with something she shouldn't have and whatever, you take the blame or help her cover it up.

She feels hella conflicted on whether to fucking love or hate you for doing that just for her. Oh, and really guilty too. You'll try telling her some other reason than not wanting her to get in trouble and shit, she'll still feel guilty. If you were out with her and doing the same as her, that just doubles the guilt she'd be feeling if you weren't.

Just like every relationship, nothing is perfect. You two will fight, have outbursts, and these moments where one of you shuts the other out. But you both will keep finding your way back to each other despite everything.

Shit becomes incredibly different though when Natalie's father dies. She shuts down emotionally and you're the only one she lets in during that time. Nat isn't great at expressing grief and she'll hide her emotions behind drinking or other reckless behavior. And you? You'll be there for her through it all, maybe you'll try to help but there's really not much you can do than just offer her your support.

Even before Nat's dad died, she talked a lot about wanting to leave town and start over with you. Though, her idea is to just pack up and drive far away from home and the crappy town you live in. While you? You think more about the details—where you'll go, what you'll do, and how you'll get by. It was a nice thought.

At least before the plane crashed.

[strangemaleswaps]

Strange Beach Bod Swap

"Tyler, hurry up you lameass!"

I quickly ran through the crowded beach to the shallow water where my fraternity brothers were about to take a group picture. I've always hated them but I really can't leave because it'd ruin my reputation. Once you're pledged to a fraternity, you can’t just easily leave and with the way my brothers are, they’d get revenge if I tried. So I'm stuck with a bunch of assholes. I don't even know why I joined in the first place, I should've known I wouldn't fit in.

"Hurry up and take the pic so we can get on with our lives!" One of the brothers yelled.

"All right, all right."

They set up a tripod, one guy placed a phone on it, we all got into position, but a second before it snapped, the guy on my right shoved me into the water.

"Hey!" Upon seeing the photo, everyone laughed their asses off at me flying through the air.

"Ha! We're keeping this one!"

We went to the beach to have some fun but all I felt was misery. While it's true the frat did encourage me to better myself physically, giving me a diet plan and exercise program in order to look my best, it was all for their reputation, not for me. All I have for myself is a pretty sick bod with abs. It's one of the only things I'm proud of.

I walked over to my beach towel, intending to relax the rest of the trip when a fat old guy approached me as I sat down.

"I saw that you know."

"Saw what?" I looked up at him but could barely see his face past the enormous belly and man tits.

"The way they treated you. Sounds like a bunch of assholes."

"Yeah well I'm stuck with them so..." I thought he would walk away after that but instead he stood for a minute.

"I may have something that will help you, if you want?”

“Whatever.”

“Then here lay down." He pointed at my towel. I had no idea what he was talking about but I laid down on my towel, only because I was going to do that in the first place. Maybe he'll go away now. I closed my eyes and started to relax. After a minute I decided he was gone...until I felt someone put their hands on mine.

I got up suddenly, ready to throw punches at this pot-bellied weirdo, who was probably about to violate me, when I realized something was off. I...couldn't. It felt like there was a heavy weight on my chest preventing me from getting up. The man was nowhere to be seen so I looked at my chest to see what was weighing me down, my eyes widening at the sight.

There was no weight on it, I AM the weight! My abs were completely gone and had been replaced with a flabby mass. I could see my nipples rolled to the side facing outward, since they were now attached to a saggy pair of man tits. They were kinda big too, and stuck out way further than my old ones ever did. Without hesitation, I went and touched them. It was wild. I didn't expect my nipples to be so sensitive since they were so far out from the rest of my body, but the sensation was like a surge that went straight to my dick...oh shit my dick! I couldn't even see my own swimsuit anymore! This chubby gut is completely blocking me from seeing my own dick! I tried sitting back up, but couldn't.

I ended up rolling over, feeling the gravity force me onto my stomach, only it didn't feel like I was on my stomach. It felt like I was laying on a marshmallow, while still being able to feel the sand on my torso. I groggily got up on all fours and managed to get onto my feet.

I stood there, still feeling weird. Suddenly, I felt a rush of humiliation and awkwardness. Everyone else looked so thin and full of energy, and I'm just that fat guy on the beach. The kind of guy I was always kinda silently judging. How did this happen though? And where did that old man go? I-oh god. It can’t be?

I rushed to the nearby restroom, feeling my belly and tits flopping around all over, a pretty disgusting sight that felt unsettling. I walked over to the mirror and found my horrors had come true. I AM the fat old guy! I leaned in closer and touched my face all over. I pinched my double chin, wiggling it back and forth. I ran my fingers through my colorless hair and found that most of it was in patches, as the bald spots almost took over completely. I opened my mouth to find all yellowing teeth, with shiny aluminum crowns replacing a few of them. I looked down at my body once again, now being able to see it in the mirror, and played with my tits as I watched them wobble and sag. I did the same with my belly, feeling the jiggle as I shook it up and down.

I can't believe this is actually happening. Is this that guy's way of helping me? Turning me into a different person to escape my fraternity brothers? I may not have liked my life but I did like my body! Suddenly I felt a vibration from my pocket. I reached in to find my own phone...not this old man's. An unknown number was calling me.

"Hello?"

"Hey man!" The voice sounded awfully familiar.

"Who are you?"

"It's me! You! Well, you now! This was my way of helping you!"

Oh god, he not only transformed me, he swapped our bodies entirely! That voice is my voice! He's trying to copy my way of speaking but it sounds all wrong.

"How is this helping me at all? I was a young fit college student. You turned me into a fat old man!"

"You didn't like your fraternity brothers did you? I swapped our bodies so you can escape. Shame that I had to be so ugly though...that hurts."

"Hey, look I'm sorry! But swap me back!"

"Sorry, no can do...at least not right now. I think I can do a much better job at standing up for myself than you ever could. How many more years of college do you have? Two? See you in two years then! Oh, and I'm sure you've noticed already but those nipples are extremely sensitive. I've been pumping them for awhile in order to get a more sensual experience. Maybe you can continue that!" He immediately hung up after he finished his sentence.

I'm sure my frat brothers are still on the beach, but if I try to return to them looking like this, they won't believe it's me! Maybe that guy's right. 2 years doesn't sound so bad actually. I won't have to deal with them anymore and if what he said was true, he could give me a much more assertive reputation for after I graduate!

"I guess that's a deal then." I said, absentmindedly rubbing one of my nipples. God that does feel good though. I headed into the stall and starting jerking. I couldn't see my dick and it was a little hard to reach anyway, but rubbing just one nipple was enough to give me all the pleasure I needed to reach max stiffness. The nipples were so sensitive that I actually stopped jerking entirely to rub both of them with my hands, feeling my man tits jiggle with every rub. I didn't stop getting hard even for a second and was able to cum without my hand even touching my dick! I was never able to reach a nipple orgasm with my old body! I could get used to this...

[arsheyee]

Geto x Y/N: Bad Boy Biker Geto

SMUT AHEAD KIDS BELOW 18 STAY OUT

Sooo I saw a fantastic fan art by this amazing artist and I wrote I geto smut

@polariae that bad boy geto fanart him with a bike inspired me to write this fanfic on geto. Truth is I got horny 🫣🫣

Word count : 1.3k words

This was the fanart

Hope you all enjoy and become horny

It is a bit long 😅😅😅 about 1333 words long but it is worth it. Got carried away while writing it blacked out and finished it at 3 am

TW: rough sex and name calling daddy specifically

You were frustrated. You weren’t ignored or neglected. You know you weren’t. Geto dotes on you like you are a princess and gives you his undivided attention always.

Maybe you were just being selfish.

“Why don’t you stay home tonight?” You whined, rubbing your body against his just slightly.

He knew what you were doing because he picked you up easily, holding you at eye level so your legs wrapped around his waist and your hands moved into his long hair.

I’m supposed to get there in ten minutes.” He pecked on your lips.

But as you kissed him, you didn’t seem to take that into account. Usually, he was in this position, seducing you while you were the voice of reason. But now it was switched.

“But daddy…” You whined again and at the sound of that word leaving your mouth, Geto cursed under his breath.

“It’s been so long. Wouldn’t you rather stay home and fuck my pussy.”

Your hand was already gripping him through his pants, rubbing over his pants already.

“I’ve been so wet all these days.”

“Y/N…” Geto said your name like it was a curse.

You took hold of his hand and pushed it underneath the flimsy dress you were wearing.

He was able to directly feel both the fact that you weren’t wearing any panties and, that you were wet.

Soaking actually…

“You can do whatever you want.”

Your sweet voice almost snapped his sanity.

“Please. My fingers don’t fuck me as hard as you do.”

He instantly had an image of you spread out on his bed with your fingers deep inside your soaking cunt.

Fingering your clit calling him out.

That snapped his self-control. It drove him wild but it was a good thing. That’s how you wanted him.

He pushed you on the bed and got on top of you.

You were already rubbing your thighs together. You want him deep the friction was not enough.

He swiped his fingers lightly over your clit making you squeal.

“Ahh~ please daddy more”

Focusing on your tits and in between your legs.

“Whatever the fuck I want?” He said, even his voice was more hoarse, rougher. And all you could do was nod.

“Shit, you’re so fucking wet.” He hissed, “Just because I haven’t fucked you in a week? Are you really that fucking needy?”

Yes, he was right you were like a bitch in heat. You wanted him so deep inside you. You were so sensitive from how horny you’d been for so long, imagining his fingers, his cock, his tongue…anything.

You were whining just by how his fingers explored your pussy and clit. By the time he’d inserted two of his big fingers into you gasped, eyes closed, mouth open, and back arching. Your legs moved to close involuntarily but Geto’s hands kept your legs in place by your inner thighs. If anything, spreading them open even more.

“Keep your fucking legs open.”

You felt a sharp slap against your inner thigh when you tried to close your legs. “It’s too much, I ca—I can’t— daddy please ” And yet there you were, hips rolling against his palm to feel the heel of his hand rubbing against your clit.

“Yes oh my God. I’m gonna c—”

But then his fingers were gone, leaving your sloppy cunt empty and clenching around nothing.

“Daddy why pleas—”

You were cut off as his digits went in your mouth. You sucked on them

“Daddy is gonna fuck your tight pussy.”

You could only feel your need for him grow deeper and hotter in your belly, making you wetter and your bare pussy trying to find friction uselessly even with just the air.

Your mouth was watering by the time he shoved his pants and boxer briefs off and you finally had his pretty, hard cock in front of you. Finally. Despite how much he had tried to convince himself of his restraint, his tip was oozing precum already.

Geto climbed over you, pushing your legs further into your chest, effectively folding you in a mating press.

You felt so open. Your hole was clenching around nothing. And it was burning. You brain was short-circuiting and all you could think was Your Daddy Geto

“Ahhh~ ohhh ~ ohmf… daddy…”

Moans pours out your lips as he enters you. The size stung but it felt so hot.

His cock was spreading you open, you could feel him rubbing against your walls, feel every inch of him as he reached deeply into you. Your pussy was taking him in greedily, through his big size that had him looking almost squeezed inside of your small hole. He barely fit.

You were addicted to him.

Especially when his balls slapped against your ass, especially when his weight on you as he drilled into you in a harsh pace had you almost unable to breathe.

Only furthered by his big hand wrapping around your throat,

“Is this what you fucking wanted?”

“Ahhh~”

You could only moan in response to him.

“Can’t use your words baby. “ he smirked and darkly chuckled.

“Ah ah ah Daddy Daddy ohh right theeeerree…. “ You moaned as he hit you g-spot.

There was a sense of incoherence to your voice when you clung to him. “Keep fucking your pussy, daddy, please.” You were dizzy. But it felt so good. “Missed you so much.”

“D-daddy… Ahh Yes yes yeeesss I am going to cum” Don’t stop daddy please daddy” you begged him. And he obliged to your begging by giving you exactly what you wanted.

You put your hand in between the both you you to rub you aching clit. He smacked your hand growling “Don’t fucking touch my pussy. It’s mine. Only mine.”

He ran a hand down to rub at your clit,“Yeah? Feel good? You’re doing so good for me, princess.”

“Taking me so well this pussy is the best.”

“Fuck I’m gonna—” His eyes closed for a second but he watched to make sure he wasn’t hurting you despite your pleads of harder! fuck me harder daddy.

Yes Daddy I ahh~ cumming”

“Cum baby cum you can do it. Do it for Daddy. That’s right, make a mess for me.”

Your eyes were still dazed as his cock hit just the right place deep inside of you. And again and again. He was so good.

He leaned down and kissed your lips, it wasn’t a heavy kiss but it wasn’t a light peck either.

You came so hard you had to pull away from the kiss.

“Ahhhh~” “Fuck baby” he exclaimed as you let out a long moan. He also came along with you.

When he pulled away, he also finally left his position on top of you, pulling out and watching the way his cum stayed filling you up. The white remnants of his cream pie covering your pussy, the physical representation of his tainting.

You lay there on the mattress catching your breath.

“How’s my girl doing?”

But you didn’t answer him, just gave a slightly dopey-sounding giggle and curled up beside him. All he did was wrap his arms around you and keep you there, his lips near your ear. Sometimes he whispered sweet nothings but your fuzzy brain couldn’t focus on those soft words. Picking up soft murmurs of my pretty girl, always so beautiful, my sweet baby.

Are you okay?” He asked and smiled when you nodded.

“Do you need anything?” He again waited until you shook your head.

You let yourself be laid nearly on top of him, your head resting on his chest.

“Thanks for staying home with me. That was so good. It was exactly what I wanted. I just didn’t expect…” You laughed weakly.

You sounded so exhausted, mentally and physically. He didn’t blame you.

“I love you too, princess. Let’s get some sleep. You need to rest. I’m staying home tomorrow night too.”

He felt his cold heart come alive when you whispered a small ‘yay’ just as you drifted off.

[ryuichirou]

HiHi! Just found your blog recently! Very fun to read all the headcanon stuff!

If you could, could you do one where the Twisted boys comfort their S.O. when they're emotionally burnt out? Would be nice to read about.

Thanks! <3

Hi! I’m sorry, I am a magician that took your “recently” and turned it into an “a while ago” because god it’s been so long..!! I am so so sorry!

Still, I am happy you enjoyed my hcs, and I hope you are still around to at least read this very belated reply.

It was fun writing something fluffy for a change. It really did feel nice. The next list is probably going to be cursed to balance it out lol

Riddle – I think he is not very good at recognising things like emotional burnout or any other kind of “unhappiness” because his own feelings had always been neglected. In result, he doesn’t really know how to deal with his lover feeling burnt out… but he’ll probably read a lot of books about it and do his best do act according to all the information he’s gathered! He’d be very clumsy about it too, but I feel like even just the effort to make the other person feel better would cheer them up, at least it would definitely cheer Trey up.

Ace – he is a sensible douche. He is secretly kind of supportive while saying shit like “oh snap out of it already, what’s wrong with you lately?” and rolling his eyes at the same time. He isn’t the most gracious one, but he still cares a lot, so he’d do little nice gestures for his partner when he’s feeling down. He would mostly try to distract him by bringing him somewhere to do something fun or relax; Ace is a little worse at giving his partner some space though. But he means well, really.

Deuce – he defaults to “let’s just ride a bike and scream at the ocean”, nothing to really add there, to be honest lol But it’s very effective! The first time he took Ace for a bike ride, Ace got so surprised by how unexpectedly cool Deuce looked that he completely forgot about his worries. Didn’t really need to yell at the ocean. In fact, he refused to do it because that felt too cringe. I also must add, despite being oblivious, Deuce is more sensitive to his partner’s emotional state than Ace.

Trey – we all know his love language by now – it’s baked goods lol He is the type to stealthily slip through the door, leave a tray with a piece of pie and a cup of tea next to his loved one, and leave him alone until he feels better. It’s not like Trey can’t provide any active emotional support, it’s just not his style, and he feels kind of awkward doing the whole hugging and comforting thing. He is a good listener though! But still, whenever he feels like Riddle (for example) isn’t feeling well, you know damn well he’s going to get the best strawberries to bake him something nice. Maybe he’ll even spend some extra money for that, just to make it feel more special.

Cater – he has a meme folder for occasions just like this one lol but honestly, I’m not sure if Cater is very good at supporting someone who is emotionally burnt out. He can certainly relate to it though. And it’s easier for him if his partner requires some chatting about insignificant and non-important things, he is very good at providing those.

Leona – I don’t think he’s ever had a situation in which he would have to worry about something like that… but if he feels Ruggie is feeling blue or being seriously out of it, he’d ask him to do something for him lol Which sounds bad, but he would pick a task that is surprisingly chill, as if he is intentionally giving Ruggie an opportunity to take a breather and relax, maybe even do something pleasant. Is that him being nice? If he is asked about it, he’d either say that he is an extremely caring person and should be appreciated for that (sarcasm), or pretend that he doesn’t understand what Ruggie is talking about.

Ruggie – he does whatever he feels is more valuable: brings some food, maybe does something for a person, leaves them to rest. If it’s Leona though, he knows that he doesn’t really require any more food, rest, or services, he gets plenty of it already. So he might actually drag him to take a bath or something lol He catches moments when Leona is feeling down due to his physical state very well. He is very physical-world-oriented in general, not a huge pep talk giver.

Jack – he has a regimen for when he himself is feeling down, so he’ll put a person through it too: he’d make him run for like two hours at first, and he’d show him very cool and pretty scenery. Kind of similar to what Deuce does, but with physical exercise + without any bikes lol The idea is that you distract your mind by keeping your body busy, and then by the time you’re done, you’re feeling accomplished and exhausted at the same time, but also you get to stare at something beautiful… He is a romantic lol

Azul – I’m actually writing him last chronologically because, unexpectedly, it’s very difficult for me to think about him in this context. He isn’t heartless, especially when it comes to someone that he loves a lot, but I feel like he isn’t very good at genuine emotional support. It’s easy for him to go through the list of things one should do in such a situation, to say stuff like “you know that I am always here for you to cry on my shoulder!”, but such words sound so fake from Azul even when he means it lol So if he really really cares about the person, he’d try to create some sense of comfort for them, I guess. To indulge them in something that they wouldn’t normally indulge in, or that Azul himself doesn’t usually want them to indulge in. With Idia, it’s going to be a huge variety of snacks, a fancy variation of his shitty chemical foods (with all the chemicals intact, just plated in a very nice way, thanks Tweels), and also some time off that Azul took from his busy schedule to play games with him all night. With Jamil, it’s trickier because they aren’t as emotionally close…

Jade – another believer in nature healing emotional wounds, he is very likely to bring his partner to the mountains to spend a couple of nights under the stars and with bears roaming nearby. Maybe he just wants his partner to start worrying for his life instead… when you worry for your life, you don’t have time to be emotionally drained! But if hiking isn’t an option for some unfathomable reason, he doesn’t mind just being extra sweet and butler-like for some time, literally taking care of his partner. He’d act so sickly-sweet that they would have no choice but to start feeling better! Just to make him stop!

Floyd – he doesn’t like it when someone who usually brings him fun suddenly becomes all apathetic and sad, so he’ll start poking the person, both literally and figuratively. Maybe he’ll poke enough for them to get angry, and then he’ll be very satisfied with himself. “Goldfishie is acting like himself again~” or something like that. He does have moments when he almost feels like a caring boyfriend, when he hugs his lover tightly and tells him to cheer up in a very cute tone. But if he feels like he’s getting nowhere, he’ll get frustrated and leave until he feels like coming back to poke his partner again. Maybe it’s his turn to be apathetic and irritable lol

Kalim – he’ll instantly feel that something is off, and will do his absolute darnest to help! And unfortunately that usually means that he’ll get overwhelming. His train of thought is usually to feed, to cheer up with dance and music, to throw a party with a parade. One of those things is bound to make his lover feel better, right? If it’s Jamil though, he might also try to take some of Jamil’s responsibilities to give him some time to relax. And he might even not create more work for Jamil by doing so! He also could give Jamil a vacation and give him like a week to travel by himself and relax, but he won’t get this idea himself – someone needs to tell him. Oh, and to talk about feelings. This isn’t where Kalim’s mind naturally goes to, but he is good at it.

Jamil – isn’t he the one who needs support more..!! just kidding; I think he would try to think rationally. At first he’d check if his partner isn’t getting sick since that could be a reason for him feeling blue, then he’ll probably try to create a quiet place for him to rest. If he loves the person, he might even make him a playlist of some good music. It honestly depends on who it is, but I feel like Jamil is very careful and attentive and knows exactly what his partner needs, especially if he loves him. With Kalim though, it’s complicated, I feel like Jamil would get genuinely surprised and almost scared if he Kalim was feeling emotionally exhausted…

Vil – it also depends on a person, I guess. Firstly, if it’s someone who he has some power over as a housewarden (i.e. Rook), he’d give him some time to rest, even if it’s just a day. Then, his plan is surprisingly similar to what Jack would do lol Something active at first, something beautiful and indulgent. He might do yoga or meditation, but if it’s Rook for example, they already do it every day, so he could go for something more active. Like an impromptu game of hide-and-seek?? Or something like that. And after they’ll watch his loved one’s favourite movie (or the one Vil thinks he would enjoy) while Vil gives him massages and does something with his partner’s face and hair to make him feel even better. Oh, he’d also light some scented candles to make his loved one feel like the time has stopped for the two of them. And if there is something that bothers his loved one, Vil is absolutely here to talk about it and to provide not only emotional support, but also a feeling of clarity when it’s needed. Honestly? It’s such a fucking treat, the lucky guy should feel extremely honored lol

Rook – now this is someone who looooves talking about feelings lol But he is also someone who adapts the most to his partner’s needs! Because he is scarily attentive, he knows everything about people’s preferences and things that they usually crave, so he would arrive with food for one person, make a playlist for some other person, give a lot of hugs to the third person, and maybe even leave some other person alone for some time to give them space! With Vil, for example, he would mirror his own ways a little bit: some yoga, some beauty rituals and self-care, and then a marathon of his favourite old-ass obscure-ass movies that only the two of them watched. But no matter what he does, it always ends with a heart-to-heart. Rook just has to make a person talk about their feelings…

Epel – honestly, he is a delightful cutie. He tries very hard to make his loved one feel better, and his methods are usually pretty simple; he just remembers what his mom and meemaw used to do when he was feeling blue. So, something nice to eat, something soft to cuddle! He was thinking a plushie or a pillow, but his partner might end up cuddling him instead lol That would surely make one’s emotional battery charge quickly! But also, despite his cuteness, I can also picture him as someone who would want to break things when he is upset, so maybe he’d try to organise that as well…

Idia – he is not super equipped to handle situations like these, but he is very sensitive when it comes to recognising them. For example, he’ll instantly know  the difference between “Azul is irritable because he’s just being Azul” and “Azul is irritable because he is exhausted but can’t stop and take it easy”. And with Azul, he might actually tell him that he needs to chill before he explodes or hurts himself. But usually his go-to is to offer a distraction (a game, something to read, something to watch) and just fuck off until the person initiates the dialogue. Idia doesn’t really mind talking about something that bothers his loved one, but he extremely rarely addresses it first, he prefers to let them start venting themselves.

Ortho – he calculated the best route to take based on all the info he found on the internet! Which is a good and a bad thing because, on the one hand, he’ll present everything a person might need, it’s like textbook emotional support. But on the other hand, online articles usually talk about the importance of eliminating the source of stress, and we know how literal Ortho could get with such suggestions… the source of stress is better watch out!! Jokes aside, what’s good about Ortho is that he is learning and he is very careful: if he sees his loved one reacting well to a certain thing, he’ll do more of this thing, and then he’ll basically teach himself to be the best emotional support buddy. He is like that with Idia already, he brings him the best snacks to munch!

Lilia – he is a big believer in changing scenery when you’re feeling exhausted, emotionally burnt out or overwhelmed. So if it’s possible to take his loved one somewhere, he would gladly do that. But also, these days he is very into “shake the sadness off!” approach, so he kind of pushes his lover to do something fun, maybe even something crazy or dangerous. Of course, he’s also a very good person to talk to, and unlike some other people, he initiates the dialogue first when he feels like his sad boy starts to feel a bit better, like he’s up to have a chat. Honestly, he would put them through such a ride that starts on a very crazy note and ends on a surprisingly delightful and romantic one.

Silver – he is a very sensitive boy and he notices those things quickly. But he probably thinks that he isn’t much of a help, so sometimes he just sits nearby, feeing kind of useless. But the thing is, Silver is surrounded by emotional support critters at all times, so with him just sitting nearby, one’s worry would go away so fast… when his lover says that he really cheered him up, Silver always looks confused, but happy nonetheless. Silver also probably suggests his loved one to tell him about what troubles him, but he doesn’t talk much himself, just listens. With Sebek this might not work though, so he’d cheer him up by inviting him to train or whatnot. This seems to be their love language lol

Sebek – does Sebek even believe in emotional burnout? I feel like he is someone who gets angry at first because this isn’t the behaviour he expects and knows how to handle. But at the same time, Sebek is also sensible enough to know when something is off (e.g. Silver’s dorm vignette), but his ways of emotional support are kind of indirect. So, he’s either trying to boost morale with his energetic speeches, or tries to support the person physically (by either training if it’s Silver, or making sure the person isn’t sick). If it’s Malleus who is feeling blue, Sebek’s going to be obnoxious and express his support by angrily barking at everyone who dares to go near Malleus until he starts feeling better. Is it a good way to support Malleus? Not really, but he’s trying…

Malleus – it’s probably something that Malleus never really had to go through; other people’s emotional state had never been his responsibility. The worst thing that could happen before was Lilia getting mad or upset, but emotional burnout? That’s something new. But not something that is entirely unknown to Malleus because his own emotional state could be unstable and volatile, and he gets overwhelmed sometimes too. He probably won’t be able to recognise this in another person (especially if it’s Lilia for whom this state is very unusual), and might get frustrated at first. But when he figures out that this is what he himself feels sometimes, he’ll teleport somewhere with his loved one and fly with him somewhere to enjoy solitude and calmness…

[nighttime-horrors]

Hi hello!! I hope you're having a good day/night, whatever the hell time it is when you see this lmao. Anyways, I have a (maybe) strange request? I was wondering if I could request HABIT with a sensitive goth reader? Like they cry easily and just he eats it up, especially when their makeup runs. If not, obviously no worries!! Also sorry if you've done a request similar to this or something and I just was too blind to see it lol. Thanks!! 🖤

☼︎ Crybaby Goth S/O ☼︎

⊹ฺ Requested by a lovely Anon! ♡

⊹ฺ Characters: HABIT (EverymanHYBRID)

⊹ฺ Contains: Fluff; Gender Neutral Reader; No Use of (Y/N); Short headcanons; SFW

⊹ฺ Note: I'm sorry if this is short, I'm trying to get back into the swing of things, haha! But as a goth crybaby with a boyfriend that (lovingly) thinks I'm pretty when I cry, I got so excited to write this, haha! I hope you enjoy!! <3

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⊹ฺ Oh, he loves it!

→ His sweet little bunny who looks all intimidating to others but he can actually make you cry without even trying? He eats that shit up!!

⊹ฺ Purposefully masks any teasing tone his words could have just to see you tear up.

→ He's mean about it, but he is also fairly quick to correct himself and make sure you know you're cared about.

⊹ฺ Loves smudging your makeup!!

→ Whether it's because he made you cry and your eye makeup is running (alternately, making visible tear tracks through your foundation) or smudging your lipstick (even if it's matte, he finds a way), he loves it!

→ Messing up your eye makeup is easy, but loves running his thumb over your bottom lip, sometimes shoves his thumb in your mouth to make sure it smears. (Not related to being a crybaby, but I had to. <3)

⊹ฺ Sets up little pranks if you scare easy, that way you have no choice but you run into his arms.

⊹ฺ The itty bittiest part of him feels bad when he sees you tearing up or crying if it's his fault.

⊹ฺ He doesn't always try finding a way to help you calm down as much as he does just let you cry or find ways to make you cry harder.

⊹ฺ He always tells you how pretty you are when you cry. He can't help himself. You might get huffy or embarrassed, but he does not care.

→ Goes into detail about how shiny the tears make your eyes and how the makeup and tears just accentuate the color of your eyes.

[arahusk]

Husk patted down his pockets, hoping for a miracle. Maybe an overlooked bill here, an upturned coin there, but they were as empty as his stomach. The realization was painful, but expected.

Broke as fuck when all he wanted was to go play some slots after a day of slow bartending. His brain was too muddled for something more complex than pulling a lever, like cards or even craps.

Then a paper bill appeared before his face, and only later did he see it attached to a familiar hand--as sharp and wicked as a fish hook.

"Here you go, Husker! I'm sure it must be quite difficult to be a professional deadbeat."

A waggle of the bill, along with the dreaded hiss of that static. Husk at least had enough dignity to wave the hand away.

"Oh fuck off. I don't need your money," he said, as he eyed that same money held in Alastor's hand.

"Now are you sure?" Alastor needled. "Or are you doing the unthinkable and actually used what little money you had to pay off your debts..?"

"Don't start pulling this shit with me." Husk tried pushing Alastor away then, his voice becoming slurred. Of course he had drank too much earlier, but it was one of the few reprieves he was allowed during the day. They would never run out of drinks with their single-digit number of guests. So a few long sips of whiskey was there to make it bearable, and there to make it so he could never think too clearly about where he was.

Still, the buzz was kicking in way too quick. He didn't want his boss to see him at his worst again. It was more than embarrassing, and already Alastor's smile was cutting through his chest like a rusty knife. "Just leave me alone! I don't need you to act like some kind of..."

He trailed off, not even knowing what he meant. But then Alastor leaned down. The coveted money had vanished, and so he pressed a finger against Husk's chest. "Go on."

"I don't have to say anything. I'm done."

"Oh, Husker. Always so shy." Alastor leaned in further, his mouth just brushing against Husk's sensitive ear. "I'll be your sugar daddy if you want."

Husk nearly tripped, reaching out to grip a nearby stool. The wooden legs clattered with his own. It was by sheer luck he didn't fall.

The bill appeared again between Alastor's fingers. "And I can spoil you, once in a while."

He let the bill go, fluttering in the air. Husk reflexively caught it, all while his claws dug grooves into the stool. "Shut up." But the snarl lacked any sort of spark.

There was no way he just got hard from that.

He was half-turned away, hoping whatever sudden heat would finally let him go. Because there was no way this was actually affecting him. He was too drunk. Or too sleep-deprived.

Alastor continued being near, eyes roving all over him, his hand still so close to Husk's face, as if he would reach out and caress him. It was unbearable, and Husk thought for sure the demon was about to kiss him with those sharp teeth, with that hot mouth laden with noise and filtered music, before he suddenly sensed an empty space between them.

With a grin, Alastor balanced his cane between dexterous before sauntering off. "Don't spend it all in one place! Ha, oh but that's silly. Of course you will!"

Once he was gone, Husk finally got a chance to breathe again. But when he looked down, he found his little...mishap was still taking its sweet time going down.

He crumpled the bill in his hand, shoving it into a pocket. Just another cost of his dignity, one bill at a time.

[queenofbaws]

hi hi 👋 icyqueen I love your jossam fics on ao3 and am simply blown away by how you bring the characters to life, especially the crepes. Your dialogue is always so entertaining. Like how do you write them so well.

anyway, I’m hope you’re still doing requests cause I was thinking about that lovely wonderful fic “Walking in a Winter Wonderland” that I yelled to you about on ao3 and how I really enjoyed reading josh flip his shit over sams safety. So in that same vein, I was wondering if you could write about the until dawn final scene/flipping the switch but in Josh’s perspective. And how he would react to Sam being the who has to stall, face handigo and risk her life saving everyone.

The high school rumor mill didn't have shit on whatever it was the hospital had going on. Everywhere he went, there was another murmur, a whisper only half-hidden behind an out-of-date magazine - "They said..." or "Well, I guess..." or "What I heard..." - a piece of a puzzle he hadn't even known he'd been putting together, and high holy shit, he had never wanted to know the ending of a story less.

But he'd grown up in a house where plots were discussed at the dinner table; where twists were dismissed as too predictable or not predictable enough. Just because he didn't want to know how this one went didn't stop the knowing from happening.

So he waited until she came to do her usual round (visiting Jess as her stitches healed, visiting Mike as he worked his way through PT, visiting him as all the king's horses and all the king's men tried to put his ass back together again). And then he asked.

"What's this I keep hearing about a light switch?"

Sam watched him for a second, maybe two, maybe a hundred and thirty-seven for all he knew, then blinked and shrugged as if he'd asked about the weather. "I don't know. What do you keep hearing about a light switch?"

And there it was: The Impasse. The one they'd been sidling along since he'd been dragged out of the mines, his eyes too sensitive to open in the sunlight. Most days they just sort of crept towards it, talking pleasantly enough without actually approaching the edge; today it seemed they'd decided to jump in headfirst, not bothering to check for handrails or safety nets before careening towards the dark, spiraling pit that was This Conversation.

Sam watched him. Sam blinked. Sam waited, and waited, and waited, and if her goal had been to show him how it felt, being appraised and goaded and puppeteered at his most vulnerable, well...he couldn't say it didn't work. A little, anyway. He had to figure it still wasn't quite the same - she'd had that nice, fluffy towel after all, and the only thing he had was a flimsy old hospital gown.

"Rumor has it," he started again, fighting to keep his tone blasé (or, at the very least, level), "you weren't exactly conforming to air safety rules the other night." When it didn't get a response, he sniffed and explained the joke, "Y'know. Help yourself before you help others. Attach your oxygen mask first."

She sat on the visitor chair and watched him. One ankle folded over the other, and as the hem of her pantleg rode up, he could see the bandages wrapped beneath. Still white. So there was that.

"You just, what, pulled a Scooby-Doo? Ran around, clapped your hands, hid under furniture, that kind of thing? Where'd that athlete's spirit go, huh? Where'd miss 'Oh-don't-worry-about-it-I'll-just-fucking-CLIMB-out-of-this-mineshaft-barehanded' go? Don't tell me I took it out of you down in the basement, because we both know you barely broke a sweat at that, so - " He realized his face was getting hot and stopped. His chest had gone tight too, but there were a million reasons that might've happened, so he didn't bother looking the most obvious in the face. Instead he swallowed hard and forced himself to mimic himself, pressing his mouth into a slash a passerby could've mistaken for a smirk. "What gives?"

Sam shrugged. She didn't seem interested in doing much else. Maybe she was worried there was still something wrong inside of him, something inhuman, something that would pounce if she stood or shook her head or tucked her hair behind her ear; maybe she just didn't care. "Someone had to be the last one out," she explained, and again, her tone suggested something about the weather.

"But why you?"

"It had to be someone."

"But why you?!" And fuck, maybe there was something still wrong inside of him, because suddenly his vision was blurred and his lungs ached like they'd been squeezed. His face prickled, his stomach twisted, and none of it was normal - none of it - none of it was right. The room was too small and too bright and too fucking sterile, leaving him nowhere to hide.

"You could've died!" he found himself saying (though he guessed he might've just imagined it, the ringing of his ears so high and shrill). "You could've fucking died, and for what? For who?! For them?! What if something had happened to you - what if you'd gotten hurt? What if - " I was alone, his traitorous mind finished for him when his voice shattered and broke, What if I'd woken up in this awful fucking place without my sisters AND without you? What if what if what if...

It wasn't until he dropped his head into his hands that he heard her leave her chair; it wasn't until he felt the shitty mattress pad dip beside him that the tears came. But by then her arms were around him and she'd somehow saved him too, her skin so warm against his she might as well have just stepped away from the fire.

The hospital rumor mill would have a field day with this one, he thought, but that would be fine. He didn't have the first clue how this story was going to end - only how he wanted it to. He'd take all the help he could get.

[hotluncheddie]

✨hello✨ I’m havin thoughts again and now you bear the brunt of them (I’m so sorry it’s because your writing makes me feral 😈)-

Just thinkin about how Steve would be the service top to end all service tops- like that man would be *so* invested in his partners pleasure yk, like that man gets off on getting his partner off

So enter Eddie- and maybe Eddie’s never had a relationship like this before, where they’re properly dating and all that. And then maybe for whatever reason, Eddie gains weight, gets chubby, a belly, thicker thighs n all that sexy shit,

And Steve is just like 👹🥵😍🥰😘 because now there’s more?? For him to discover??? About Eddie??? And he just gets so invested in seeing how different parts of Eddie get more sensitive, how different positions work better for them, and basically just Steve having the absolute time of his LIFE because all he wants is for Eddie to feel good and it’s like every wet dream he’s ever had:

someone allowing him in and discovering everything they like *with him* and he likes Eddie soooo much and he’s just so happy that the person who’s letting him in is Eddie!! And he gets to do this with Eddie!! And Eddie likes Steve so much too, and he just feels so comfy with Steve because Steve always makes him feel so good about himself✨

Anyways this started as something smutty and then I had to insert schmoopy ass shit into it at the very end because I’m literally incapable of having any other thoughts??? So now I’m leaving this here I’m so sorry

AAAAAAAAAAAAA  *goes outside* *rips all my clothes off* *fucking howls at the moon* 

dude!! don’t apologise!!! thank you thank you for sharing such big brain JUICY thoughts with meeeee!!!! 

i’m just obsessed with like service top steve, service mouth steve, service dom steve like feeds into his praise kink SO well. just wants eddie to feel GOOD. steve just loves hearing it and seeing it and making it happen, just makes him so HARD, fucking LEAKING over the noises and faces he gets eddie to make. 

and like i just have this image of newly chubby eddie wearing his leather jacket, maybe going to steves work to talk to him. but his new belly is peeking out the front, pushing the flaps of the jacket apart and steve just sees it and in his head he’s going crazy. because this eddie is so hot and still so confident and so happy because everything's over and he can relax and god his jeans look so good now with all the meat eddie has on his thighs and steve is just a blushy stammering mess.

like steve who’s just obsessed with being able to bury himself between eddie’s newly thick thighs, them squeezing his head and he’s just able to open his mouth and taste and feel. and maybe his hearing has gone a bit but its okay because eddie is SO loud all the time so steve can always hear what feels good. and eddie never stops taking never stops telling him how good he is, how amazing and perfect it feels. 

maybe they’ve not been dating that long and steve’s just still fixated on the fact that he fucking loves sucking dick. but maybe eddie gets kinda insecure. ‘i barely ever even to touch you stevie’ and steve goes so red because he didn’t really realise it was so noticeable but, like, he just doesn't need eddie to do anything back, because he always gets off on eddie’s moans the feeling of eddie around him and it just the perfect environment for him to rut against the mattress and finish. mind and body foggy and gooey and delicious. he’s ruined so many pyjama pants that way. 

and when he tells eddie all that, eddie just gets gooey and calls him cute and kisses him silly. but then eddie makes a point of spending some nights on just steve, making him moan, whispering the praise right in his ear so he really gets it, knows how good eddie feels with him, how much he thinks about steve when he's alone with just his hand (oh and steve would just LOVE that, getting eddie off even when they’re apart). eddie making them switch positions so eddie can see the look on steve face when he finally tips over the edge. 

or maybe eddie’s had like a little experience with a couple random guys just from like parties here and there. but it always felt like he was performing, like he had to put on a roll, like he couldn’t really enjoy himself. he always had to pay to much attention to if the other guy still liked him, was still into it. so he had fun, got off but it was never a space where he could really let go. but with steve, with steve its like his fucking soul is being bared.  

because steve is just so obsessed with eddie loosing himself and just enjoying it. like steve has to spell it out a bit but eventually eddie gets that steve gets most turned on by eddie being truly in it. just thinking and moving in whatever way feels good. and eddie leans into it. same way he leans into his weight gain. he likes how it feels, how his body has changed, likes eating and doesn’t wanna stop. and steve is SO SO into that, eddie being happy and comfortable and it’s just makes everything hotter. so eddie gets naked way more, wants to try different positions, see what feels best. finds out that he has all these new sensitive parts, all these bits that just light up where steve squeezes them with his big, massive hands. likes slipping into sub space sometimes because he just knows steve will always take care of him. it just feels good, makes them both feel so good. 

like they are the ultimate switch couple, you KNOW they’re trying out every dynamic under the sun, just for the fun of it. pushing matching kinks and playing around to find more kinks and it would just be so fun and gooey and full of love. like so many nights these set ups and bits of foreplay just turn into one sinking into the other, holding each others hands and looking into each others eyes and just making love. 

and i feel like i mention this all the time but i’m obsessed with chubby stoner eddie who just likes snacking on the couch with the tv on and steve under his arm. and i think steve would get a little hot just watching eddie be comfy and indulging and the way him getting full makes his t-shirts fit and i just know that steve would sink to his knees and suck eddie off while eddie just keeps doing what he’d doing.

full horny stoner bf meets sometimes stoned oral fixation bf who loves giving head and loves feeling a belly press against his forehead while he’s doing it. match made it fucking heaven. 

and like chubby whiny eddie who just wants to get looked after because he’s worked a letting these walls he’s built down. knows now that he has someone he can be loved by and he needs to accept it and keep it. because its special, steve is special. and steve who just so so wants to do that for him. has all this love in him that he’s never had reciprocated until now, and he just want to give and look after and be good. so when eddie is full and sleepy and squirming on the couch, just begging steve to fuck him. steve so happily obliges because when eddie wants to get fucked steve is at his fucking service. and its always so good and so hot and so full of love. 

(this was so many tangent parts aaaaa sorry!! and sorry the reply took to long i kept just getting little lines in here and there until i felt like i kinda answered it???) 

[officeobject]

Sometimes I'm like "damn, that's a nice person, maybe I'll end up with a squish on -"

Person: *Makes a post that says anything about their existent sexual attraction and/or how cool their lover is and/or how they want romance*

Me: Oh come on -

(I ended up venting about a squish):

And like, I don't wanna be selfish, or be like "EW! YOU HAVE SEX?!", but I still for whatever reason feel this way - and sometimes it's even people who are aro-spec, and, like, good for them, but, like, holy shit - also I'm literally losing my big squish on someone, because first of all they talked so casually to me a few times, which is NOT what I liked them for, and second of all, they must've forgotten I'm apothiaroace since despite liking CLEARLY ace posts, they still ended up going on and on about how "attractive" some character is, and then third of all I've read MORE stuff, that wasn't written as a response or anything, just as blog posts, that I wish I hadn't, and then fourth of all, besides them saying all of that to my apothiaroace self, I'm seeing an increased amount of signs, that they do not care about me as much as I thought - and I did NOT keep my expectations high - and, like, nothing wrong with that, they seem to be doing well, but holy shit, either they started caring less about me and all, or they never cared that much at all - I still feel stuff about them, and I miss the "them" that made me feel like they saw me as a teen, and I felt HAPPY about it, actually - I miss when they'd be less casual and their likes felt like they ACTUALLY took things like my vents seriously, and when they'd ease my worries by reassuring me and would NOT take 6+ fucking hours for it even if it was in a reblog, and when they'd explain things to me, and when they'd type out laughter instead of using emojis like some generic member of my generation, and when they'd use a GIF that was clearly relevant and implied they actually paid attention to me, and when it felt like they appreciated people's attention but that I was something different - someone who was extra sensitive based on my posts, and they adjusted for that in comparison to everyone else - I miss when they'd treat me like me, and not actually like a peer, and when it felt like we had moments of bonding and getting closer and like our brief conversations, which were all public, were just between us, and when they had plenty of moments of being more serious on their blog, and when I could feel better about myself because THEY post a lot TOO, and when I could see what they paid attention to based on likes, and when it felt like they'd ACTUALLY mindfully spend their time to engage ... things move fast in the Hellaverse critical community, sure, but man, I keep blaming myself, especially since I know people get bored of me or forget or something, and I know it's pathetic, and that we weren't friends or anything, but I miss what we had ... I do have a 30 year old homie to be weird with who keeps proving they do actually care a lot and all, so it's not like I've lost everything, but I still miss what we had ... as always, I ask: what did I say wrong)?

[compassmili]

JOHNIVAN 4 12 20 27. GO MY ASK

4. How would they describe each other if asked? Physically? In personality?

John would say he's frail, weak, and useless in battle + Annoyingly apathetic and a pain to put up with. She is madly in love with this him I cannot make this clear enough.

Ivan finds the question pointless. All he has to say regarding John physically is that she's strong, because that's an objective and undeniable fact. Personality wise, he'd make a comment that she's too old to act how she does and not say anything else.

12. Do they have any affection for each other? How do they show it?

Oh my God yes they're just annoying as fuck about it. John's like I cant stand him but is always forcing him to stay behind her during fights since she knows he's frail as hell and doesn't want him getting hurt. They sit next to each other on the bus and complain about it despite not being required to. Ivan listens to John sob and almost throw up with how upset she is and doesn't make her leave (<- Okay. Initially it is just because he cannot be bothered to make her leave. But over time he does actually come to care for her in... Whatever way he's capable of.) They're together in like every Mirror World. Neither are good at showing their care for the other- Ivan detests humanity as a whole, and John is overly sensitive and lashes out at others because of her own deep-seated insecurities and self hatred. But they manage. Through small things. Like what I talked about before + Like after John's Canto while she's locked in her room (Like. So isolated she is straight up unavailable to be selected during combat if she was a real Sinner in the game), Ivan sits outside her door even though the water from her flooded room is seeping into the hallway. He brings alcohol with him in case she opens the door one of these days. Or in the Pequod world, when John falls asleep at his desk while he's working, he'll throw a thin blanket over her. Or there was like one moment where he just grabs her hand to look at it and all of its intricacies and scars and shit. And on John's end there's a moment where Ivan is drunk and increasingly depressing words and statements are spilling from him and she wants to put a hand on his back to comfort him but. Pulls back because SHE SUCKS AT RELATIONSHIPS!!!! Like they care so much but it's hard and to others it isn't really clear? Idk

20. What is their best memory together?

(Voice of a guy with memory issues so he can't think of any of his own good memories to get examples out of) If I said I don't know. I think John would look back on Hell's Kitchen a lot and laugh about it. Maybe even hold it over Ivan's head. (Ivan is fucking awful at cooking. It's so bad.)

Their lives aren't that exciting, at least in a good way that would allow for positive memories. I also don't know what distinguishes "best memory" from "favorite memory", or if they're interchangeable in this circumstance. Also how this is phrased that it's a joint opinion. Like. I think it depends <- Reference

Separately, I think John's "best" memory with him is being able to see him again after the climax of her Canto. "Favorite" one however. Well. Let's justr say,

I don't know if Ivan is capable of having strong enough opinions on things to deem anything as "best"/"favorite" :sob: I shall converse with the wife once it is awake however.

OH BUT. PEQUOD WORLD. BEST MEMORY IS JOHN FINDING IVAN'S SECOND JOURNAL THAT'S BASICALLY JUST CALLING CAPTAIN ISHMAEL DERANGED AND JOHN BEING LIKE Oh my God you too. And they connect over it and will shit-talk her in whispers at night. That or going drinking together (& with Hermine) whenever the Pequod docks.

27. How far would they go for each other? Would they risk their own lives for each other?

NEITHER OF THEM ARE DOING ALL THATTTTTTTT SOBBING EMOJIS. Ivan's just not going through all that effort + John has goals she needs to complete. Actually like. Well. If Ivan is straight up going to die she'll do something but the thing is she isn't dying. She can't afford to die. Ivan is like straight up on death's doorstep though and hallucinating 24/7 he can't do shit even if he felt the slightest desire to :sob:

[sluttymickey]

hi hi flirty husband anon once again can’t sleep and am thinking about them and how desperately i wish canon showed more casual sweet moments later on because I think the juxtaposition of the dramatic nature of their relationship and kisses in the first half of the show with the comfortable, safer, more settled nature of the later seasons would just be so good. Like don’t get me wrong, I love everything we did get but I would pay good money for Mickey to kiss his husbands forehead when his husband isnt low or Ian to hug him outside of the comforting in the last episode. But anyway enough complaining i am thinking about KISSES and all the small and sweet ones and how I bet the first few times Ian kissed Mickeys cheek he had to psyche himself up first and was sooo 😳🦋😌 afterwards and now its just like HE GETS TO DO THAT EVERYDAY!!! TO HIS HUSBAND!!!! FOREVER!!!! and Mickey will still sometimes get that dazed look in his eyes or pull back blushing but for the most part he just smiles up at Ian and then goes back to whatever hes doing. Oh and we were also robbed of nose kisses and Ian scrunching his face and smiling so big and stupid when Mickey leans up to kiss his nose. Also I have already brought this up but it is because i know in my soul that Ian is always kissing Mickey’s stomach and when they were younger Mickey would pull back and hint at ian to move somewhere else because shit that feels weird and is too gentle in a way that makes his skin burn but later when they are married Ian will kiss all over his tummy and sides and Mickey will just giggle a bit and repeat Ian’s name because its ticklish and maybe also kick his feet a bit but never push Ian away and enjoy smiling and laughing and being silly with his husband okay exiting my soapbox now good night take care 💛

Hello!! Hello <333 missed seeing you in my inbox!!

Literally!! It's ABOUT THE CASUAL INTIMACY 😭🥺

Kisses 🥺🥺 I love blushy mickey getting his first soft lovey dovey kisses 🥺🥺 and even after all this time he's just 😊☺️ after every kiss!! Like this:

Nose kisses 🥺 I'm a SUCKER for Mickey being able to be soft now 🥺 see also: tummy kisses 🥺 freckles kisses 🥺 hand kisses 🥺

Also I'm SENSITIVE about them being soft about each other's tummies!! The kisses!! Blowing raspberries sometimes lol. Laughter in bed is one of the BEST forms of intimacy 😭 just them existing and being giggly and soft in their own little bubble 🥺

(talking about tummies, mickey in DIY crop tops in the summer!! Thoughts???)