#and then he goes and does this and it’s totally fine when HE does something annoying of course 🙄🙄
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arixella · 2 days ago
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headcanons on how the monster trio’ll react to an insecure reader asking them “do you think I’m ugly?”
Reader asking them "Do you think im ugly?" 'luffy, zoro, sanji
wc: 1.4k g/n reader
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Monkey D. Luffy
-Luffy isn’t the type to notice changes in someone’s looks — not in the way most people do. Hair, makeup, clothes? Not on his radar. But he does notice when you’re quieter than usual, when your laughter’s missing from dinner, or when you won’t meet his eyes.
-At first, he just kind of... stares at you with a puzzled expression, chewing loudly on meat, trying to figure out what’s off. You’re there, but something’s wrong.
-When you finally blurt out, “Do you think I’m ugly?”, he freezes — mid-bite, meat still hanging from his mouth.
“Huh?” he says, around a mouthful. Swallows. “What are you talking about? That’s dumb!”
-Not you’re dumb — the idea is dumb. Completely ridiculous to him. He looks at you like you just said the sky is green or that meat is gross.
“Why would you say that? Who said that?” he demands, sitting up straighter and squinting at you suspiciously, like he’s ready to punch the clouds if they made you feel this way.
-When you don’t answer right away, he puffs his cheeks and huffs, crossing his arms. “You’re not ugly! You’re you! That’s what matters!”
-He doesn’t say it in a suave, rehearsed way — he says it like it’s the most obvious truth in the world. Like saying “the sea is blue” or “meat is delicious.”
-If you still look unsure, he gets serious. As serious as Luffy ever gets. He plops down next to you, pokes your arm, then grabs your hand with both of his.
“I like being around you. You’re fun. You’re kind. You laugh at my jokes even when they’re not funny.” (They are.) “You’re cool. And I don’t care what your face looks like, because I like you.”
-And then, like it never happened, he grins wide again and says, “You should eat with me! I saved you the good piece of meat. You’ll feel better after!”
-He doesn’t always know what to say. But he’s 100% on your side — even when you’re fighting against yourself.
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Rorona Zoro
-Zoro doesn’t notice superficial things — not unless it’s your sword grip or your fighting stance. But he notices when your energy shifts, when you’re quieter than usual during training, or when you’re staring into your cup instead of drinking.
-He doesn’t say anything at first. He just watches you from across the deck with that sharp gaze of his, arms folded, like he’s trying to solve a puzzle. Eventually, he walks over and grunts, “What’s with you today?”
-You try to shrug it off, but when you finally say, “Do you think I’m ugly?”, he goes dead silent. Not because he’s unsure — he’s just genuinely stunned you’d even ask him that.
“...What?” he asks, flatly, blinking once. “No. Why would you ask that?”
-When he realizes you’re serious, his brows furrow. He looks genuinely annoyed — not at you, but at the fact that someoneor something made you think that about yourself.
“Tch. That’s stupid. You’re not ugly.” He says it bluntly, without hesitation — like it’s not even up for debate.
-You start to protest, but he cuts you off with a firm, low voice: “I don’t care about all that shallow crap. You’re strong. You’ve got guts. And you’re... you.” He struggles a little here, but he holds your gaze. “That’s what matters to me.”
-If you still seem down, he awkwardly pats your head, grumbling under his breath. “Stop thinking like that. You’re fine the way you are.”
-Then, after a beat, he mutters, “...Besides. I wouldn’t stick around someone I didn’t like looking at.”
-He immediately turns away after saying that, cheeks tinged faintly pink. “I’m going to nap now. Don’t follow me.” (You totally follow him.)
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Sanji
-Sanji can pick up on subtle mood shifts like they’re perfume in the air. You’re quieter during breakfast? He notices. You didn’t smile when he complimented you? He’s watching. And when you look away from your reflection a little too fast — he sees it all.
-So when you ask, “Do you think I’m ugly?”, it’s like a punch to the chest. He freezes mid-step in the kitchen, the clink of his spoon pausing in the air.
“...What?” he breathes, genuinely wounded you’d think that. “No. No, no, no — don’t say that, mon cœur.”
-He rushes to your side, kneeling if he has to, taking your hands gently in his. His voice drops into a soft, sincere register — no flirtation, no dramatics — just Sanji.
“You’re beautiful. Always have been. I don’t care what anyone else says, or what stupid thoughts sneak into your head. You’re breathtaking.”
-He lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “Every part of you is a masterpiece. And if anyone made you feel otherwise, I swear on the Baratie, I’ll kick their teeth in.”
-You try to wave him off or make a joke, but he stops you with a look — one of those rare, piercing ones he saves for moments like this.
“You don’t have to pretend around me. Not with this.” He pulls you into a warm embrace, fingers gently brushing the back of your neck. “You’re not alone. And you’re not ugly. You’re you. And I think you’re more than enough.”
-After that? Expect your favorite dessert. Expect compliments for days. Expect Sanji to watch you — lovingly, protectively — like you hung the damn stars.
♡♡♡
© 2024 arixella | please do not plagiarize or translate any of my work without my consent.
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darlingdaisyfarm · 1 day ago
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pampering sick ford when he’s sick and horny perhaps? 🥺💕
OHHHHHH YEAH. ive definitely been thinking of something close to this too lately. idk why but i know that a fever would make this man so soft and clingy and desperate. like sick!Ford would absolutely be needy in the most pathetic way <33
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i think sick Ford is so grumpy about being taken care of at first. like he hates being weak and vulnerable. insists he’s fine even though he’s literally lying in bed with a forehead hot enough to fry eggs on. “its just a minor cold!” he is very stubborn on this topic. yeah, okay grandpa, you just happened to collapse halfway to the kitchen and now you’re wrapped in three blankets and sweating through your shirt. sure
but imagine brushing his hair back, dabbing his forehead with a cool cloth, murmuring soft little things like “ive got you” and “just rest, sweetheart” and he turns into fucking pudding, Ford gets so quiet. his whole body just goes pliant and he lets out soft exhales, almost whimpers. because suddenly someone’s caring for him?? someone’s being gentle??
he's melting under your touch. and you notice he's looking at you with a hazy, dazed, glassy-eyed expression like he doesn’t even know what year it is but he does know that your hand on his forehead feels really fucking good and he wants more of that immediately.
and then THE the horny kicks in. you know, the man hasn’t been touched in years and now you’re playing nursemaid with all this soft attention and gentle care and he’s sick and needy and fever-dumb and it just short-circuits every defense he has left. he’s lying back on the bed, hair sweaty, shirtless (you insisted), skin SO flushed and warm. his voice goes lower when he asks you to come closer. “you don’t have to do all this for me, you know. but i must admit, it feels. . . really good.” cue the raspy cough “especially with you this close.”
and i think it drives him insane how much more sensitive he is when he’s sick?? everything feels exaggerated, your hand on his chest, the way your thighs brush his when you sit beside him. he’s burning up from fever and also burning up from you. and it’s not fair
but ugh he tries to be noble and says “we shouldn’t, honey, i don’t want to get you sick” but there's more pleading than command in that voice, so you hush him and kiss his sweaty temple
and let's add the part here that the fever delirium starts kicking in and HE GETS CLINGY. like NOW he keeps trying to tug you into bed with him, even though he’s a literal oven.
“but you’ll overheat.” you smile at him
“mhm, i don’t care my love. want you close.” aww my boy wants warmth, but oh god. the moment you so much as kiss his temple he lets out the softest groan. he gets so embarrassed about being hard while sick though, like he’ll try to shift under the blankets and pretend you don’t notice the very obvious tent, but he’s blushing so red and you understand perfectly well that this is not because of illness
“i-im sorry. its just . . .you’re being so nice to me. and im not! i mean, i can’t“
“ford, it’s okay” and his head just drops against your shoulder because he can’t handle you being so kind while he’s this overheated and needy. imagine stroking his hair while he’s rock-hard and feverish and letting him rub against your thigh. so overwhelmed, so now he’s rutting into your hand like the stupid sick mess he is
i just know Ford would be so embarrassed afterward. like once the fever breaks, he’s hiding under the covers, refusing to make eye contact, muttering about being compromised and totally not responsible for the actions of a delirious mind ehhh it's okay bro we know you're just a secret pervert
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redeemedbytheking · 2 years ago
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📚 + Adam :3
he has a bad habit of cracking his knuckles and neck and i think he’s just a very crackly boy. and belle Hates it. every time he stands up it sounds like someone’s breaking a bunch of twigs at once and she’s like “AGH. do you Have to do that” and he’s like “well at this point i think i have to! what would this marriage be, if i Didn’t crack my knuckles and you Didn’t scold me for it?” and she says “perhaps a peaceful one?” and he replies “oh who wants that that anyway” and kisses her head and walks on and she’s just sitting there glaring at him like >_>
random headcanon hours!
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monsterfactoryfanfic · 1 year ago
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if I've learned anything from grad school it's to check your sources, and this has proven invaluable in the dozens of instances when I've had an MBA-type try to tell me something about finances or leadership. Case in point:
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Firefox serves me clickbaity articles through Pocket, which is fine because I like Firefox. But sometimes an article makes me curious. I'm pretty anal about my finances, and I wondered if this article was, as I suspected, total horseshit, or could potentially benefit me and help me get my spending under control. So let's check the article in question.
It mostly seems like common sense. "...track expenses and income for at least a month before setting a budget...How much money do I have or earn? How much do I want to save?" Basic shit like that. But then I get to this section:
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This sounds fucking made up to me. And thankfully, they've provided a source to their claim that "research has repeatedly shown" that writing things down changes behavior. First mistake. What research is this?
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Forbes, naturally, my #1 source for absolute dogshit fart-sniffing financial schlock. Forbes is the type of website that guy from high school who constantly posts on linkedin trawls daily for little articles like this that make him feel better about refusing to pay for a decent package for his employees' healthcare (I'm from the United States, a barbaric, conflict-ridden country in the throes of civil unrest, so obsessed with violence that its warlords prioritize weapons over universal medical coverage. I digress). Forbes constantly posts shit like this, and I constantly spend my time at leadership seminars debunking poor consultants who get paid to read these claims credulously. Look at this highlighted text. Does it make sense to you that simply writing your financial goals down would result in a 10x increase in your income? Because if it does, let me make you an offer on this sick ass bridge.
Thankfully, Forbes also makes the mistake of citing their sources. Let's check to see where this hyperlink goes:
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SidSavara. I've never heard of this site, but the About section tells me that Sid is "a technology leader who empowers teams to grow into their best selves. He is a life-long learner enjoys developing software, leading teams in delivering mission critical projects, playing guitar and watching football and basketball."
That doesn't mean anything. What are his LinkedIn credentials? With the caveat that anyone can lie on Linkedin, Mr. Savara appears to be a Software Engineer. Which is fine! I'm glad software engineers exist! But Sid's got nothing in his professional history which suggests he knows shit about finance. So I'm already pretty skeptical of his website, which is increasingly looking like a personal fart-huffing blog.
The article itself repeats the credulous claim made in the Forbes story earlier, but this time, provides no link for the 3% story. Mr. Savara is smarter than his colleages at Forbes, it's much wiser to just make shit up.
HOWEVER. I am not the first person to have followed this rabbit hole. Because at the very top of this article, there is a disclaimer.
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Uh oh!
Sid's been called out before, and in the follow up to this article, he reveals the truth.
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You can guess where this is going.
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So to go back to the VERY beginning of this post, both Pocket/Good Housekeeping and Forbes failed to do even the most basic of research, taking the wild claim that writing down your budget may increase your income by 10x on good faith and the word of a(n admittedly honest about his shortcomings) software engineer.
Why did I spend 30 minutes to make a tumblr post about this? Mostly to show off how smart I am, but also to remind folks of just how flimsy any claim on the internet can be. Click those links, follow those sources, and when the sources stop linking, ask why.
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missdynamighttt · 3 months ago
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feining for frat boy katsuki…
it was hot. loud. half the girls were already screaming over shirtless frat boys grinding against windshields. your friend dragged you out with a “come on, it’s for charity!” and now you’re standing in the corner with a lukewarm lemonade and zero expectations.
you didn’t even want to come to this stupid fraternity fundraiser.
your roommate dragged you out with the promise of half-naked frat boys, but all you’ve seen so far are drenched freshmen trying to flex their way into a hernia.
but then you see him.
he’s got his back turned at first—lean muscle, golden skin, red swim trunks slung way too low on his hips. sunlight catches the water dripping down his back like it’s staged. and when he turns around?
game over. he’s gorgeous.
sharp jaw, wild blonde hair flattened from water, a cocky little smirk on his face as he wrings a sponge out over his head, totally aware of the stares.
and he sees you. right away. ruby eyes locked with yours and gives the most arrogant little up-nod like, yeah. you’re next.
you try to act unaffected. fail immediately.
he saunters over, sudsy bucket in one hand, water dripping down his abs like it’s a fucking calvin klein ad. stops right in front of you, eyeing your car, then you, then your car again. “you the one drivin’ this piece of shit?”
you blink. “excuse me?!”
he shrugs but you can see a little grin tugging on the corner of his mouth, smug and unbothered. “relax. i’ll make it look brand new.”
he puts the bucket down, saunters over, and damn—he’s even hotter up close. tall. muscles for days. and that little scar on his cheek? unfair.
then, leaning closer, voice low: “the name's katsuki bakugo. what’s yours, sweet girl?”
you tell him. maybe a little breathless.
he repeats it once—slow, like he’s trying it out on his tongue. “hm. yeah. i like that.”
and then he goes to work. but not just on the car.
katsuki bakugo washes that car like he’s auditioning for the dirtiest boy band you’ve ever seen. dropping the sponge just to bend over in front of you, ass on full display. making eye contact when he slides his hand over the hood like he’s caressing it. watering himself down with a hose and shaking his hair out like he’s in a shampoo commercial from hell.
by the time he’s done, your car is sparkling. and so are you—flushed, flustered.
he tosses the sponge into the bucket, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and smirks. “lemme know if you need a private wash sometime.”
and then he walks away, with you watching the water dripping down the curve of his spine, no better than a teenage boy ogling the back of a girl's bikini. you swear you black out for a second too.
it’s only a few hours after the car wash before he slides in your dms, smooth but dirty. you’re in your room, still reeling from whatever the hell that was, when your phone buzzes.
king.explosionmurder has sent you a message.
(yeah. that’s his actual handle. because of course it is.) then, you open it.
king.explosionmurder:
can't stop thinking about the girl with the shittiest car and the cutest fuckin’ face.
you stare. then another message pops up.
king.explosionmurder:
u free tonight?
or maybe you're too busy being adorable somewhere else?
your heart does a thing. you type out a reply—something just barely cocky enough to match him:
you:
depends
you always this forward?
king.explosionmurder:
only for girls with shitty taste in cars
so, only you
let me buy you a drink, sweet girl?
you:
fine
you can buy me a drink, frat boy
but for the record?
my taste in cars is not that shitty
king.explosionmurder:
whatever you say beautiful
8 pm, sunset bar down 5th ave
don't be late
katsuki shows up five minutes early, in a black tee that clings to his chest and jeans that should be illegal. hair still messy from his post-car-wash shower. when you walk in, his eyes track you like you’re the only person in the room.
“tch. thought you were gonna flake.”
you roll your eyes. “you’d cry if i did.”
his mouth twitches. “like a damn baby.”
then the date just... hits different. it wasn't what you expected. sure, it’s packed with college students and frat bros, but in the back corner booth? with him?
it’s quiet. comfortable. almost… intimate.
he’s not much of a talker, but with you? he tries. you ask about his major—he’s an aspiring pro-hero, of course—and he asks about yours, grumbling when you light up talking about it, because “fuck, that smile’s gonna kill me.”
and even though he’d die before saying it out loud, the minute you take a sip of your drink and laugh at something dumb he says? he’s gone. head over heels.
he walks you back to your dorm with his hand on the small of your back, even though it’s barely a ten-minute walk. says “text me when you’re in” even though he literally watched you unlock your door. stands there, gruff and gorgeous, waiting.
“gonna invite me?” he asks, tone teasing.
you shake your head, grinning. “not on the first date, i'm not.”
he groans dramatically. “damn. fuckin’ killin’ me here.”
you grin. “goodnight, frat boy.”
but he doesn’t move right away.
just stands there under the warm porch light, one hand stuffed in his pocket, the other rubbing the back of his neck like he’s trying to work off the ache of not touching you again. his shirt clings to him in the summer heat, his jaw sharp in the glow, but it’s his eyes that freeze you in place.
not hard. not sharp. not the glare he usually levels at the world.
but soft. heavy. like you’ve stolen the breath from his lungs and he doesn’t even want it back.
he looks at you like you hung the damn moon.
he takes one small step closer, close enough that you can feel the heat coming off his chest, close enough that if either of you moved just an inch, you’d be kissing.
“goodnight, sweet girl,” he says, voice low and rough, like gravel laced with honey.
it hits you somewhere deep. like he’s branding the words into you.
and then—he actually smiles. a real one. lopsided, shy, the kind of smile you’d never expect from someone who threatens to body slam people over couch cushions.
then he turns and walks away, hands shoved deep in his pockets, head down, like if he looks back even once, he’ll do something stupid like run back and kiss you senseless.
you close the door behind you, heart thudding so hard you swear your roommate can hear it.
you’re screwed. so screwed.
because things after that? they move fast.
to everyone else, he was the guy who'd scream if you left dishes in the sink, throw a beer can at you if you sat on his side of the couch, and threaten to body slam you if you so much as breathe near him.
but the entire frat house knew that their loud, grumpy, terrifyingly efficient frat dad—had a soft spot the size of a planet. and that soft spot? was for you.
you’re the only person allowed in his room during his grumpy post-practice naps. the only one who can touch his hair without him flinching. he’d grumble when you flick his forehead when he was being dramatic but he'd let you.
he might curse under his breath, but when you’d slide onto his lap during movie night, he'd wrap an arm around you like it was instinct. like protecting you came as naturally as breathing.
he had snacks stocked in the mini fridge (not for him, you liked them). he hands you your favorite snack and grumbles, “was on sale. don’t get used to it,” even though it’s never on sale but he bought six of them anyway.
and when finals week hits? he’s a damn soldier for you.
caffeine runs. your favorite takeout. quiet growls at anyone who tries to talk to you in the library. he reads your flashcards like they’re enemy coordinates and quizzing you becomes his personal mission.
but the best part? the tiny, quiet moments in between.
like when he’s losing at mario kart and you’d sit in his lap while he played, steal his fries, kiss his cheek mid-rant just to shut him up.
or when you were too tired to walk back to your place, you just curl up in his bed. not only does he let you, he tucks the blanket around you and kisses your forehead so soft it makes your chest ache.
and somehow, all of that was like magic.
sure, he might’ve acted like the world’s most chaotic, aggressive frat president, but when it came to you? he was all bark, all bite… and all heart.
‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ 。゚•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• 。゚ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧
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lovebugism · 7 months ago
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Someone knocks at the door while you and rockstar!Eddie are fucking and instead of stopping he goes faster while yelling ‘In a minute’ to the person at the door
the one where your friends keep catching you and eddie having sex (rockstar!eddie universe, established relationship, implied enemies to lovers, cw for smut 18+)
Let it be known, that it would take a nearly apocalyptic nuclear war — or something rapture adjacent, at the very least — for Eddie Munson to stop fucking you. Most people have learned this the hard way. You included.
You’re a panting mess beneath his pale, tattooed form. Eddie’s body, made of milky white silk, grows slick with a fine layer of sweat as he thrusts mercilessly into you. His curls sway around your face each time his lean hips collide with your open thighs. The dull clapping sound that fills the bedroom is punctuated by Eddie’s choked-back groans and your subdued whimpers.
The two of you always make it a point to be polite about your fucking — never quite as loud as you want to be, so as to keep from traumatizing your roommates. Like respectful adults. So it’s entirely Steve’s fault when he barges in with a halfhearted knock like a total psycho.
“Hey, do you guys wanna—” The boy freezes at the sight of his best friends, in a pile beneath the covers, who before now hated each other’s guts. His face screws together like he’s tasted something sour. “Jesus Christ…”
Eddie ceases his thrusts to toss Steve a look over his freckled shoulder. He never moves off of you, effectively shielding your naked body from his view, nor does he pull his stiff cock from your pulsing confines. Much to your horror.
“What?” the wild-haired boy wonders through labored breaths, face flushed red with sex.
“I was gonna ask if you guys wanted to come to the movies with me and Robin,” Steve answers with a roll of his eyes, already on his way out. “But you’re obviously busy—”
“Wait— That new buddy cop movie?” Eddie calls to the boy’s retreating form.
“Eddie!” you hiss through your teeth, filled with panic and distant pleasure, ‘cause the idiot’s trying to have a conversation like he isn’t balls deep inside you. He flashes you a wide-eyed chocolate stare like he’s innocent. “Stop,” you mouth to him.
“Yeah. Start’s at eight.”
“Well, don’t leave us, alright?” he tells him. “We’re coming.”
“Gross,” Steve mumbles and shuts the door behind him.
Eddie turns back to you. His curly bangs are damp with sweat and sticking to his forehead in places. His glowing cheeks are tinted a faint pink color. His lips are swollen and rosy as they curl into a smirk. Sex is written all over his face, painfully so. 
“That pun wasn’t intended, by the way—” Eddie jokes before you swat at his lanky bicep. “Ow!”
—————
A year or more later, you and Corrodded Coffin are selling out venues across the country. The world is a whole lot bigger than The Hideout, apparently. ‘Cause, as it turns out, more than just a couple of drunks care about seeing your band play. 
Somewhere down the line, you and the lead guitarist of said band are more serious about each other than you ever planned to be — much to the dismay of the rest of your bandmates. Not because they hadn’t spent years waiting for you guys to get together (they most definitely had), but because it was virtually impossible to have privacy while living on a tour bus.
Despite your feeble efforts to stay as subtle as possible, it’s dreadfully apparent when you and Eddie are fucking. The door to the bunks slides slowly shut, and Jeff and Gareth wait with walkmans over their ears until it opens again. This time, they flip a coin to decide who has to interrupt.
Gareth loses (‘cause Gareth always loses) and curses under his breath while he knocks on the closed door. 
“Do you guys want food?” you hear him ask over the heavy breathing in your ear. “That fancy ramen place across the bar just offered us dinner.” 
Meanwhile, Eddie Munson is riddled with post-show adrenaline as he all but fucks you stupid. His curly hair is as wild as his glassy eyes, now smokey around the edges with smudged black liner. He keeps his chest flush to your spine as he pounds into you with a primal sort of vigor — one ringed hand curled in your hair, the other gripping the plush of your hip.
“Nah, man!” he calls back, choppy through labored breaths, ‘cause he never stops thrusting into you. You’d be worried about the quiet clapping sound of his hips against your ass if your head weren’t so fuzzy. “We’re good!”
The promise of food reminds you that you haven’t eaten since earlier that day. Suddenly, you’re overcome with unexpected hunger and looming pleasure. 
“Wait, Eds,” you pant. “Food actually sounds really good right now.”
Eddie rolls his eyes in response, even though you both know he’s gonna give you what you want either way. First, a leg-shaking orgasm that you’ll in feel in your limbs for a half hour after it’s over. Second, all the damn ramen you can eat.
“Fuck, fine— Okay, we’re coming!” Eddie shouts. “Just give us, like, ten minutes, will ya?!”
Gareth grumbles faintly from the other side of the sliding glass door. “Yes, master,” you hear him grouse as he stalks off back to the living area of the tour bus — where it’s safe. 
A laugh rumbles in Eddie’s chest as he starts fucking into you again. You bury a whine into your pillow when his balls slap your clit. He presses his mouth to your ear, and you feel his lips curling into a lopsided smile there. “You call me that, and we’ll be outta here in thirty seconds flat, sweetheart.”
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steddiehyperfixation · 5 months ago
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silly little thing for my @steddiebingo prompt: nerds | 758 words | G/T |
"Hey, maybe he can help," Robin says, sweeping a hand towards Dustin who's just walked into Family Video for his regularly scheduled afterschool bug Steve and Robin time, interrupting their conversation.
"Oh come on." Steve shakes his head. "The kid doesn't want to hear about my trash heap of a love life."
"Oh, no, I absolutely want to hear about that." Dustin perks up at the opportunity to learn about Steve's trivial suffering.
"We're trying to figure out why Steve goes on a million dates but can't seem to find someone he actually likes," Robin fills Dustin in. "Tell him, Steve."
Steve groans, dragging his hands over his face before splaying them out sarcastically, as that's the only thing he can really do in protest right now. Dustin's looking at him expectantly, and Steve has no choice but to tell the kid all about Linda and Heidi and Brenda and Lucy and whoever else he's been out with recently, doing his best to answer any subsequent questions as PG as possible.
"Well of course you haven't found the one yet, you keep trying to date a bunch of normal, basic, girly girls. That's not your type," Dustin informs him once Steve's done talking.
Steve raises his eyebrows. "Oh, it isn't?"
"You can't really be that stupid, can you?"
"No, please, Henderson, enlighten me on what you think my type is."
"You're into nerds," he says like it's completely obvious.
Steve scoffs. "I am not into nerds. You know, just because I hang around you little weirdos all the time does not actually mean I want to hang around even more weirdos in all the other aspects of my life too."
"Seriously, Steve, think about it," Dustin argues. "Think of all the girls you've actually been really genuinely into in your life. They've all been nerds! Nancy-"
"- is not a nerd."
"She's a straight-A student and a journalism super geek. She's a nerd."
Steve rolls his eyes and sighs grudgingly. "Alright, fine, but-"
"And you were into Robin-"
Robin wrinkles her nose. "Ugh, don't remind me."
"-who you can't deny is definitely a nerd," Dustin continues.
"You know what, actually, he does have a point," Robin says.
Steve looks at her in betrayal. "Don't encourage him!"
"That girl you told me about that you liked in middle school who was super into Star Trek, and the other one who wanted to write a fantasy novel one day- oh and the elementary school crush who was always reading a new book every day..." Robin lists, ticking each one off on her fingers.
"I told you all that in confidence!"
"They were all nerds!"
"Exactly." Dustin grins, vindicated and insufferably smug. "Ergo, you, Steve Harrington, need to find yourself a nerd."
"I am not into nerds!" Steve protests hopelessly.
"What more proof do you need?" Dustin says. "You're into nerds."
"Totally into nerds," Robin concurs.
Steve huffs and throws up his hands. "Fine! I'll admit I'm into nerds if it will make you two shut up about it!"
Eddie happens to wander into the previously empty store at that exact moment, catching the tail end of the conversation as he approaches the counter. "What's all this about nerds?"
Steve freezes, glances Eddie over and stares at him strangely for a few long seconds. "Holy shit," he mutters.
His gaze cuts to Robin, whose eyes go wide when she meets his look. "Holy shit," she agrees.
"Oh my god."
"Oh my god."
"Dude."
"Dude!"
Eddie blinks at them. "Are you two having some sort of joint stroke or something?" He looks at Dustin as if the kid might have a better clue of what's going on. "Can you understand them?"
Dustin shrugs, equally mystified. "Don't look at me, man. They're weird."
The incomprehensible parroting conversation is still going on.
"Okay," Steve's saying, taking a deep breath in through his nose and exhaling determinedly.
"Okay?"
"Okay."
"Okay." Robin grins and shoves at his shoulder.
Steve finally turns back around and leans on the counter in front of Eddie with a classically charming smile. "So, Eddie, are you free on Saturday?"
Eddie smiles back despite his confusion. "Yeah-"
"Oh my god!" Dustin bursts out suddenly.
"Oh my god," Robin agrees with a knowing smirk.
Eddie glances at Dustin. "Oh no, not you too."
Steve exhales a long-suffering sigh and pushes himself off the counter, marching around to grab Eddie by the hand and drag him away from Dustin and Robin. "So. Saturday?"
"He's into nerds," Dustin whispers, wide-eyed.
Robin nods sagely. "He's into nerds."
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theogonize · 1 year ago
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jjk men and their red flags
a/n: i'm feeling problematic :> tell me what u think (agree/disagree/add more?) this is all for shits n giggles !! non sorcerer au kinda
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kento nanami — (over)protective
but like... to the point where it feels like he's treating you like a child! he doesnt like to see you sweat or even work at all for that matter. he loves it when you cook but has bought covers for all the knifes. if he sees a burn on your hand get ready for a 10 minute long lecture. if you accidentally fall he wont let you get up for atleast 3 days to help you ""heal."" it's almost like he doesnt trust you to take care of yourself :') he probably has like 3 separate first-aid kits everywhere.
suguru geto — emotionally unavailable
i feel like this is explainable to his character (sort of.) i dont think that he'd make you feel isolated at all, he's be an amazing listener and probably memorizes every word you say. he listens to you rant and even trauma dump with insane patience. but at some point it feels as though you hardly know him. he's talk to you a lot but very little of it is personal and you hardly know what he's thinking because his ass is not tell you. he also unintentionally distances himself from people from time to time. this applies to you too and you can feel him getting emotionally distant sometimes. it isnt something he does knowingly but it sure ass hell bothers you.
satoru gojo — very clingy and needy
this nigga. he is so utterly clingy. and at first it's perfectly fine, even appreciated by you. you still love him like crazy of course but it is just overwhelming. he is like a child most of the time, he need you around him and is always accompanying you wherever you go, and he expects you to do the same. he also doesn't believe in "me time" because why would you feel better when you're away from him: (? want to hang out with your friends? what do you need them for: (? he's right there. he is also physically incapable of listening but boy is he good at making up.
toji fushiguro — controlling
he is so controlling omfg. it's usually subtle but sometimes he will outright just say no to things he doesnt like, not caring if you like them. it gets to the point where he actually starts to change your personality. he is very caring and that's his justification for this typa stuff. it is usually harmless stuff but he gets paranoid often. he doesnt let you wear miniskirts out if you're not with him. he doesn't let you befriend people he thinks are into you. he barely lets you buy stuff on your own, he usually gifts you whatever it is youre into at that moment. borderline turned on by fear and you being dependent on him.
choso kamo — has no social life outside you
pretty self explanatory. he doesnt have many friends outside you and isn't interesting in making them either. total loser. so taking him out to events, he probably doesnt interact much and chooses to look at you the entire time, which annoys your friends. he answers their questions pretty bluntly. he's never down to have people over and lowkey hates when you are.
hiromi higuruma — workaholic
also self explanatory. he leaves early, comes home late. you barely see him on the weekdays. sometimes he goes as far as ignoring your calls when in between cases. he calls you periodically but has to have an alarm set to remind him. he loves you very very deeply but is just used to working non stop T_T
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plethorawrites · 6 months ago
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So we’ve seen all of the batbros as cats but what about the reader? What would happen if they were turned into a cat?
This took forever, sorry! But yes, I totally can!
Bruce: Weary and worried.
• Before all else, he's concerned with making sure you're alright. He calls Zatanna immediately to ensure it's not permanent and then after he knows it's not, he can relax enough to try to comfort you.
• He was never a cat person, only ever owning dogs, so he really has no clue how to take care of a cat. Let alone a cat who's really the love of his life. He tries, though. He gets Alfred to make you dinner, something that's fresh and not gross Tuna or Salmon from a can. He gives you your choice of every throw pillow in the manor to tear up when he sees you get antsy, your claws flicking in and out in stress. And of course, everything poisonous to cats like the peace lilies in the living room are moved far away.
• Bruce still has to go to work, unfortunately and with no idea how to keep you entertained, puts on those "Soothing cat videos" on the big TV in his bedroom for you to watch. A six hour loop of a fishtank is less than ideal but seems to work well enough.
• You're in the same place as when he left you, so he assumes you didn't mind too much. He notices you grooming yourself, not because you want to, but out of some strange instinct you've developed and he can tell you're grossed out by your own actions, so he does his best to clean your fur himself. You might be a cat, but you seem to like water so he puts you in the bathtub and scrubs your fur with your normal soap which makes you pur.
• Until he takes you out of the warm water and you're absolutely freezing, shivering from the cold. He wraps you in a towel and holds you to his chest until you're mostly dry, then, despite the dampness of your fur, let's you curl up under the covers since you're still a bit chilly. It makes his own skin wet, but he doesn't mind since at least you seem a bit happier.
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Dick: Amused and empathetic.
• He tries not to laugh. He really does. It's just...so much harder than it should be. You look so small, so adorable, so fuzzy. You have a tail, for God's sake. How could it not be hilarious? He only stops chuckling when you swat your paw at him, catching him with sharp claws, cutting him. He doesn't get upset since he knows he deserved it.
• Goes to the pet store with you, letting you sit in the cart and pick out your own things, which, he can tell you dislike but reluctantly comply—otherwise he'd buy you a rat themed toy instead of the feather one you wanted. You gurgle and growl repeatedly when he picks up those stupid cat costumes, but he still buys them anyway.
• And yes, he does force you to wear them. You resisted, at first, of course, but eventually gave up when he gave you those puppy dog eyes. If you thought being a cat was humiliating, you couldn't have prepared for being a cat wearing a sombrero and poncho. "Those are our Christmas cards this year," he tells you, kissing the top of your head while you meow in protest.
• Despite that, he's still sweet to you, apologizing for you having to go through this and swearing he'll fix it. In the meantime, just try to stay positive. He'll say you can rip up the drapes if it makes you feel better. You do and it does. You always hated them and he refused to get rid of them, but now there was a valid reason to.
• He sits on the floor with you, swinging the feather toy around as you chase it, gaining a good amount of height the longer you play. His arm gets tired but you're clearly not, so he sits there until you eventually get sick of it and he sets it down while you crawl into his lap for a nap. He was going to make something to eat, but he supposes he can wait.
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Jason: Paranoid and terrified.
• His initial response is to reassure you that you'll be fine. He'll do whatever it takes you turn you back into a human, no matter what. His second response, is to freak out. He has no idea how to take care of a cat, let alone his partner who's a cat! What if he hurts you? What if he can't fix it?
• Being a cat, you, unbeknownst to him, sense him apprehension and almost immediately start rubbing against his legs until he hesitantly picks you up, cradling you in his arms as gently as possible. You rub your head against his jaw, trying to soothe him and he takes a few deep breaths, relaxing and nuzzling your fur.
• It takes him a while, and a lot of trial and error to figure out how to take care of you, be it buying food you don't like, to accidentally leaving the window open and panicking that you escaped (you were under the bed, because it was warm and safe) but he eventually calms down once the day is finally over.
• Cuddling with you on the couch, he can barely even feel your claws kneeding on his arms because there's so much scar tissue it's too hard to scratch and hurt. Your purring is what calms him down the most though, after an extremely long, stressful day. You sitting on his lap, his hand resting on your back as he slowly and accidentally falls asleep.
• When he wakes up, you're still a cat, still sleeping on him. He picks you up carefully, taking you to the bedroom so he can sleep in his bed and you aren't left alone in the living room. He has a feeling you'll be yourself soon enough, even if he doesn't know exactly when. He'll keep you safe until then.
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Tim: Shocked and Frantic
• He immediately starts to panic. You're a cat. A freaking cat. How? Why? What does he need to do to fix it? He has a million questions and no answers. But his stress only adds to your own and he quickly tries to calm down before soothing you: "No, no, no. It's fine. You're gonna be fine. I swear."
• Still, the second he gets you out of the room, convincing you that you'd be more comfortable in the living room than in the batcave, he starts to pace and freak out again. It's actually Damian, of all people, who gets him to snap out of it, literally slapping him across the face and telling him to be there for you instead of worrying about the details.
• He listens, to an extent, going back upstairs to where you were chewing on the fern in the living room, ripping a leaf apart. Pulling you away from it as you meow in protest, he cradles you in his arms, apologizing for fretting and promising he won't leave again.
• And he doesn't. He does, however, keep working on a way to fix you. He tries to be annoyed when you start knocking things off his desk, pushing stuff into a water bowl, jumping into his bottom drawer, laying on his papers, but he can't do it. You're just acting too cute to genuinely be mad. Eventually, he takes a break, closing the drawer you were sitting in and hauling you to his bed.
• He'll admit, he threw you with a little less caution than he probably should have, but you didn't mind, crawling onto him the moment he laid down, eager to close your eyes after being awake for far too long. Aka 5 straight hours, which, for a cat, was a lot. He didn't quite realize that, but notices almost immediately how fast you fall asleep once you lay down, curling into a ball, tucking your nose under your tail to keep it warm.
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Damian: Is both fascinated and prepared.
• He has over a dozen pets, so when you're turned into a cat, he already knows everything there is to know and gets you anything you could possibly need. A nice cat bed, toys to keep you entertained, a post to scratch so you don't ruin any furniture.
• His others pets want to play or chase you, but he scoops you up before any of them can get even close to you. And he insists you stay close to him and not wander off, because you could get lost, kidnapped, or hurt.
• You always knew his knowledge of animals was extensive but didn't realize how much so until he was petting you, explaining how the hair follicles on cats work, which is why they never like to be pet in certain areas.
• Despite having an extremely nice bed, you'd really rather prefer his and he allows it, reminding you not to scratch the pillows or the sheets. "They're Egyptian silk. Don't ruin them." Still, when he catches you clawing at them in your sleep, unaware you were doing it, he doesn't stop you.
• In the morning, he switches feeds you breakfast, in a human bowl so it's not so degrading and takes you with him while he works on a way to fix you. He quickly gets distracted, though, by how you're looking around at everything like it's the most interesting thing ever.
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sqgeism · 4 months ago
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𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐞 ❤︎ | mark grayson x gender neutral reader
love mail — romantic + super self indulgent hcs about mark :D if this does well, rex will get the same treatment)
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mark grayson with the sweetest, most perfect s/o.. he's so incredibly down bad that even the team is embarrassed. you have the famous hero, invincible — a man posessing incredible powers and strength — weak in the knees. and you don't even know how tightly you have him wrapped around your finger.
"baaaby? i need your..—" without the chance to finish, he's already at your side in seconds and awaiting your request. it makes him all giddy when you call him pet names; baby, sweetheart, darling.. all of those things have his heart running laps, and he doesn't ever want it to stop. rex says he's making a fool of himself, mark argues by saying he's being a fool for you. making it perfectly fine to be one.
he LOOOVES, loves, loves kisses! he doesn't need it to be a make-out sesh, or if he's giving or receiving, it's just his favorite form of physical affection. if you're sleepy, he gives you a forehead kiss. if you're sad, kisses all over your pretty face. and his favorite is if you're happy, you have this tendancy to just kiss him over and over till mark's letting out smitten sighs of content. it's a bonus if you wear any type of lipstick/gloss, he wears your little marks like a PROUD boyfriend. period
mark grayson is a man who treats you like ROYALTY, carrying your bags, buying you all the pretty brands, and all he asks is to go on long, detailed rants about seance dog. he usually has to fight the urge to giggle and kick his feet cause you look at him like he's your boyfriend, and NOT a totally big nerd. which he is, who says you can't be both? infact, you're sure you love him for BEING a nerd. something about a big, tough hero.. liking a comic like seance dog. cute, sooo cute.
his favorite time of day is night time, when you're all sleepy and he pretends to be too, only to be wide awake and stifle his giggles at your sleepy clingyness. he loves the way you just.. stick to him, almost like glue. or GOD, when you run your hands through his hair — he's just got it sooo bad for you, a lovesick puppy at your side always. don't get mad at him when he shows you all the pictures he takes of you while you're sleeping, it just makes him wanna do it more, all to see that pretty look of frustration on your face.
and of course, with being a superhero, an older brother, AND a college student.. mark gets exhausted too, unimaginably so. and when he gets home, greeted by a homecooked meal, comfy clothes, his favorite movie and you, in the midst of washing the dirty dishes in his shirt — he forgets why he was in a sour mood to begin with. hell, he's got stars in his eyes as he excitedly asks you if you've prepared this all for him. dinner goes cold though, too busy pressing you up against the counter and showing you how grateful he is with his lips. ♡
totally the kind of guy to buy a polaroid camera just to collect pictures of you, and best believe he has MANY. in his wallet, in his phone, on his desk in his room.. and in fact, he had jokingly made you a shrine. realistically, it's just got all the gifts you've gotten him over the years.. but he loves it, his little corner of love, his love. his personal favorite picture is the first photobooth you two went to, he's got you carried bridal style and pressing his nose against you, causing you to have the sweetest burst of laughter — the moment perfectly captured in a single photo forever. he's sure that he'll use it to brag to every single person that he's taken, that you're his.
b4 you two were together, mark DEFINITELY tried on multiple ocassions to impress you. posted gym pictures on main (rex laughed at him for weeks), tried to dress 'cooler', and overall tried to become someone he honestly wasn't. to his surprise (and dismay), you noticed him at a cafe on a random weekend, wearing a shirt he didn't realize had a hole in the back, reading a seance dog comic. cue mark's embarrassed mumbling for excuses, before you kindly laughed off his flustered-ness, and offered to listen to him to talk about the comic he was reading.
you.
interested.
in his favorite comic.
it's like you've set off some sort of bomb, cause the boy you found interesting on campus just became ten times more attractive. again, just to highlight, a strong man with the kindest personality is just — it's immediately attractive. or it's the fact mark is just.. hot. he's undeniably a force to be reckoned with and you wanna ROCK his force deadass (sorry 🙁)
worked out in the end <3 now he deals with all your biting of his arms and fixation on messing up his hair. seriously, the whole messy hair thing can not be this serious to you...!
but it is. absolutely. put that hair gel down 💔
and for all the shit that mark's been put through, you've learned to understand him in a way he thought was impossible. for all the times he missed dates, that you slept alone in bed, when he'd disappear for months.. you always waited. patiently, lovingly, for the man you cherished so dearly.
so when he cries in your arms, murmuring how he wishes he could be a better man — you tell him there's no point. he is a better man, the best, in your words. and you wouldn't want anyone else.
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maskedbyghost · 1 month ago
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Please do like more bestie simon stuff, where’d he’d do anything and everything for you so discreetly that you don’t even notice, then just casually admits he’s in love like he just told you he got some tea for base. Just like the ”bestie” fix you wrote😋😋
I believe it started with the gloves.
You forget them after training one morning, and it's nothing new; you always forget something, but they’re in your locker before your next session, clean, dry, and folded.
Then it’s the hoodie you left on the range. It shows up two days later, and it's already washed. The same goes for the spare charger you lost, the one that just magically ends up on your bunk with no note. You figure someone’s being nice, but no one says anything. No one takes credit.
Then it’s your boots. You mention that they’re starting to rub, and a week later, they suddenly have your exact size in the model you actually like, even though they’ve been out for months.
It keeps going with little things.
Your favorite protein bars are back in stock. A cracked mug you loved was replaced without a word. Your reports? Suddenly flawless. No red marks, no nitpicks, nothing.
“Do you think I’m, like, haunted?” you ask Soap one night while stretching.
“Haunted,” he repeats. “By what, a ghost?”
“I’m serious. My locker jammed last week—I couldn’t even get it open—and then the next morning it’s fine. Like, not just fixed. Like it was never broken. And my nameplate was polished.”
Soap raises his brows. “You think a ghost did that?”
“I don’t know! I just know I didn’t fix it.”
He snorts. “Oh. That’s not a ghost.”
“…What is it then?”
“Mate. That’s Ghost.”
You stare. “You’re kidding.”
He shakes his head. “Saw him after you stormed out of the locker room, all pissed off. Waited till no one was around, pulled out a screwdriver like it was nothing. Fixed the hinge and wiped it down like a bloody maintenance guy.”
You go quiet.
You start paying attention after that. Really paying attention.
Simon walks behind you when you’re both in crowds. Waits outside rooms without saying why. Walks with you after meals like it’s a coincidence, even though you know your schedules don’t line up.
He lifts the heavy stuff without being asked. And it’s never a big thing. He does it all like it’s just something that happens.
You try to call him out once.
“You’re like my silent guardian angel or something,” you tease, flopping onto the rec room couch next to him. “All these little favors and no credit?”
Simon doesn’t even look up from the file he’s skimming.
Later that night, you find him up on the roof like always, sitting in his usual spot with two mugs of tea. He passes one to you without a word.
You sit next to him. He waits.
You lean back against the concrete, glancing at him. “So. You’re not denying the angel thing?”
He takes a slow sip and shrugs.
“‘m not your angel.” He pauses before he shrugs again. “Just in love with you, is all.”
You blink. “Come again?”
He completely ignores us as he raises his mug. “Also got your favorite blend. The mess hall ran out, so I got it off Price’s stash.”
“No, no, back up.” You shift to face him fully. “Did you just say you’re in love with me just like that?”
He shrugs. “Thought you knew.”
“How would I know?!”
He looks at you, totally deadpan. “Who else am I doin’ paperwork for?”
You open your mouth. Close it. Open it again. “Simon!”
He chuckles. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”
“I’m not mad, I’m in shock.”
Another sip. “Same thing, really.”
You shake your head. “You’re unbelievable.”
He finally turns toward you, shoulder nudging yours. “So, what now?”
You pretend to think as you sip your tea. “Well. I guess I kiss you. And then maybe I let you keep doing my reports.”
Simon huffs. “So I do get something out of it.”
You roll your eyes. “Oh yeah. All my love and a mountain of paperwork waiting.”
He bumps your shoulder again. “Worth it.”
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kuidore · 23 days ago
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More MiRomAbby HCs ✧ Mira x Romance x Abby ✧ KPOP Demon Hunters
✧ they have a tradition of having ‘sleepovers’ together. originally it was in Huntrix’ apartment when Rumi and Zoey weren’t gonna be there
✧ it’s because Mira hates sleeping in a house that’s totally empty. She can do it when she’s really tired, but for a while she would just pull all nighters cleaning or watching movies on nights she was alone in the apartment
✧ she doesn’t actually tell them this until the sleepover tradition is long-solidified. It was originally Romance’s suggestion, and they were both surprised at the time she’d been so on board with it
✧ She assumed they knew, they assumed she really liked sleepovers
✧ even when they’ve moved in together, the sleepovers continue
✧ they make a tent in the living room, go buy snacks and facemasks from the store, and they do exactly the type of stereotypical sleepover things you’d expect to see in any bad teen movie ever
✧ there have been pillow fights that resulted in hospital visits and them all desperately trying to assure doctors that they were not in danger or in an abusive relationship, they’re just clumsy and competitive and probably a bit too strong for their own good. Specifically Mira and Abby with the last one.
✧ Romance isn’t weak at all, he just is dating two abnormally muscular specimens
✧ on that note Mira also has abs, and Romance is obsessed with them
✧ Abby is horrible with his non-dominant hand and Mira’s fingers are shaky when she’s trying to do fine details, so Romance is the designated nail polish applicator whenever either of them need a new coat
✧ Mira and Romance fight over who gets to pluck Abby’s eyebrows
✧ Romance and Abby will both let Mira do their makeup whenever she asks. If she’s bored, wants to try out a new technique, whatever the reason.
✧ She will never let them do hers, no matter how much they beg
✧ Abby will randomly come up and start braiding their hair sometimes if he sees one of them sitting down engrossed in something. Romance eventually started asking him to braid it
✧ he specifically does it when it’s late at night and he knows one of them is up when they should be asleep, because within five minutes of him playing with their hair they both knock out like a light and Abby can just carry them
✧ Anytime he has to carry either Romance or Mira to bed he always tucks them in and kisses them on the forehead or the cheek.
✧ Sometimes they’ll pretend to be asleep just so he’ll do it. Abby always pretends not to notice
✧ the three of them have a bit of an unhealthy obsession with arcade dates
✧ Mira is the one who drags them to one for the first time inthe middle of a monday afternoon, because they heard the term on a TV show and Abby literally asked “What is an arcade?”
✧ Mira and Romance hold all the high scores in DDR. The entire leaderboard is just different misspellings and nicknames
✧ Mira is #1 and it doesn’t matter how much he tries, Romance *cannot* beat it
✧ Abby played once, he accidentally stomped too hard and one of the step buttons got stuck or broke or something. He didn’t wanna stick around to find out
✧ They basically ran out of there and have not been back to that specific arcade since. Abby was genuinely embarrassed about it. Mira and Romance still brought it up cackling, even years later
✧ Abby’s really good at skill-based ticket games, specifically skee ball. This extends to carnival games too. He’s the prize-winner of the relationship when they go to places with overpriced games and cheap stuffed animals
✧ Mira gets most of them ‘officially’, but Romance is the one who grabs one out of the top of their closet and naps on the couch with them instead of getting a regular pillow
✧ They can’t go on the bed because they already have too many stuffed animals. Mira loves them, and Abby and Romance insist on getting a trio of matching ones every time she finds one she wants
✧ She pretends to hate it but she actually thinks it’s stupid cute. She always goes out of her way to make sure they’re sitting together in their correct little groups of three.
✧ they have to make a rule about not buying stuffed animals without getting rid of others, because they were running out of space on the bed
✧ the rule gets broken a lot. They are all very attached to the stuffed animals, some because they actually meant something but some just because the three of them had gotten them together.
✧ They’re literally the three most sentimental mfers in the world, and it’s Mira who is actually the worst
✧ Mira keeps their movie and concert tickets and puts them in a scrapbook. she hesitates throwing out receipts if they’re from a date sometimes
✧ More often than not she’ll discreetly buy or grab some sort of tiny souvenier if they go somewhere together. Sometimes it’s a cute little fridge magnet, other times it’s the beautiful pink soy sauce bowls at a restaurant they went to or a flower she plucked as they were walking along
✧ speaking of dates, Abby and Romance both ‘make’ her hold their hand when they go on them
✧ She pretends to hate it and grumbles every time they hold out their hands like expectant children waiting to cross the street. But she’s always the one with the tightest grip.
✧ They have scary dog privilege. Because of Mira, not because of Abby or Romance.
✧ In fact they have the exact opposite and often get approached by women when they’re just out together without her.
✧ Mira finds it *hilarious* to watch them be flirted with. For all that they had directed towards her when they first met, they were both so easily flustered when they were the ones *being* flirted with (Mira takes advantage of this the second she learns about it - mostly when they’re at home)
✧ They don’t notice it’s even happening half the time until someone gets *really blunt*, and then they get incredibly embarrassed and basically beg her with their eyes to save them
✧ Usually she lets the suffer for a second to watch them squirm. just because it’s fun. But she always swoops in to rescue them anyways
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how they show affection ft. miya atsumu, suna rintaro, miya osamu, oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji
a/n: something small once again before i an finally focus on writing longer content : ) exams are almost over and i'm so glad to be nearly donneeeee.
cw: none really just fluffy ways some of the haikyuu boys show their love for you.
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miya atsumu
massive bear hugs. tightest hugs imaginable, especially after a really long, tiring day, when all he wants is to be near you and feeling your skin on his.
buys you your favourite drinks every morning, despite seeming like the kind of guy to regularly wake up at noon when he has a day off. he'll instead get up earlier than you, scurry his way out of your shared home and grab whatever you prefer, then naturally, wake you up by peppering your face with kisses.
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suna rintaro
might not seem outwardly emotional or expressive. he isn't. does that stop him from doing the little things that show just how much he cherishes you? nope.
instead of being open and loud about his emotions i think suna prefers to show his love for you through something quieter... like journaling. he'll make a journal to record your dates together, and another one which serves like a junk journal of all your shared items, like tea bags and receipts.
actually does it really well and has a good eye for composition. strikes me as the kind of guy who's good with calligraphy?
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miya osamu
i think this is a given, but osamu loves cooking for you (duh)
it's the thought which he puts into his cooking, though, that makes it stand out. it's the little date nights in your small apartment with dimmed lights and candles on a dining table, with fine tableware and a bouquet filled vase. it's the effort of creating an experience for you, all with his own hands, in your own home. more than just a meal.
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oikawa tooru
buys you charms and souvenirs from abroad. i am also a firm believer (for an unknown reason?) of the idea that oikawa tooru is the kind of boyfriend who orders you a louise-carmen roadbook journal with your first names engraved on it. also a firm believer of the idea that he spontaneously plans trips abroad for you two.
absolutely 100% for sure totally goes shopping with you and doesn't mind that it takes hours because all he really cares for is to see you twirl in a pretty dress or get excited over some pants you've been dying to buy. entirely convinced that he actually does the shopping for you sometimes (especially when it comes to vintage heels)
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akaashi keiji
writes you poems frequently. the kind of man to wake up at 5am without and alarm to do so. writes endlessly about your grace, elegance, beauty, how enamored he is with you.
i feel like he's the type of man to buy you an espresso machine? like randomly, entirely unexpectedly, he comes back from work with a "little gift" that was actually a not so little espresso machine because "i know you like coffee, honey, so i thought why not just have you make it for yourself instead of spending 10$ on it every day?"
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a/n: i hope you guys enjoyed this lol i personally think all of these are so cute. they may seem entirely random for some people but i just feel like they match pretty well. i'll be back soon with longer form content such as the summer atsumu-centered fic series i'm planning titled "project summer" : ) also i hope you guys know this has not been proof read at all lol so if you see any mistakes.. ignore them... please....
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flowersdiceandlove · 4 months ago
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Inspired by @sunderwight cosplaying Shen Yuan posts
No transmigration. cumplane.
People obviously take pictures of him when he goes to cons and posts them. They get a lot of attention. People are always in awe at the accuracy and amazing quality of his costumes. The people he commissioned them from get a lot of business afterwards. He pulls off the crossplay really well because of his pretty face and slim body. He just has to add padding in the right areas and learn makeup from his meimei and online tutorials. Sometimes people really can't tell he's a guy it's so good. Especially his Liu Mingyan cosplay that he does the most. She's his favorite of the wives after all and one of the few he thinks close to worthy of Binghe. He's done multiple different outfits for her. He never cosplays Luo Binghe, though. He doesn't think he could pull it off, Binghe is just that amazing. (But obviously he can pull Binghe's peerless beauty wives off.)
His PIDW cosplays make their way to the forums and people talk about them. It is a known fact in those forums that Peerless Cucumber will roast them to hell and back for their inaccuracy and shoddy craftsmanship. So, it is very strange that he never comments on these cosplays. Yes, they're amazing, but surely Peerless Cucumber could find at least one thing wrong with them. Eventually someone tags him in the comments or makes a post asking about them. He replies with something like "I'm the one who designed those. do you really think I would go out like that without them meeting my expectations?" but with more scathing remarks and saying he's not like the others who are fine with cosplay inadequacy.
That spurs many people to go look back through all of this cosplayer's previous cosplays, not just the ones from PIDW, and collectively think "oh wow, he's so pretty." It's a total shock through the entirety of the PIDW forums and fandom. They all thought Peerless Cucumber was some ugly dude behind a computer screen. They're a mix of feeling bad about themselves because when Peerless Cucumber tore them a new one in the forums they comforted themselves with thinking "You're just like us! Just some dude reading trashy novels! Nothing special! You're just mean cause you have nothing going for you!" and also the Peerless Cucumber fanclub growing because he is just that pretty and going feral over it.
His gender comes into question because a good number of people are convinced he's actually a girl. When he catches wind of that he responds with "Of course I'm a guy you idiots!! WTF!? Have you gone blind after reading all of Airplane's stupid writing!?" He's giving gender envy to a lot of people.
Some people are still unconvinced that the cosplayer is actually Peerless Cucumber because how can someone that pretty be Peerless Cucumber? They think he's just trolling everyone or something.
In the newest arcs of PIDW some very pretty ladies with cutting words and biting insults and criticisms are introduced. The ladies all have very high expectations of what their spouse should be like and have turned away every man seeking their hand in marriage. Of course when Luo Binghe enters the scene he meets all their expectations and requirements and sweeps them off their feet. A lot of readers who are keeping up on the Peerless Cucumber cosplay saga make the connection. Shen Yuan does not, and tears the new wives apart about how mean they were to Binghe at first, and then about how weak and pathetic they are, and then their clinginess, and so on. With every new day, Peerless Cucumber's criticisms are rectified as the arc continues, but he always finds something new wrong with the women. The other readers have varied reactions to this development. Some think that Peerless Cucumber should just shut it and let the Great God Airplane do his thing. Some of the people who Know about the cosplay saga and made the connection just want this time of Airplane making Peerless Cucumber into one of Binghe's wives to be over because this is a stallion novel. They don't want to read about Bingge seducing fem fantasy Peerless Cucumber. Just give them the normal women back. Other readers who Know are excited for the eventual sex scenes. Shen Yuan is just happy that his critiques are finally being taken into account, hoping that maybe at this rate Binghe will get an actually good wife and not just another useless beauty to throw into the harem garden.
Eventually Shen Yuan starts criticizing even the current to-be-wife's name, and so Airplane goes on and asks "Well what would you name her then if you've got so many ideas?" and generally just trying to bait him. It works, and Shen Yuan give a very beautiful name actually that fits her character and background. It is revealed in the next chapters that the name they've known her by so far isn't her real name and her actual name is the one Peerless Cucumber came up with.
The seemingly endless amount of chapters continues and the pretty but scathing wives get added to the harem and the story goes on. However, those wives get brought back out to go on adventures with Binghe and are otherwise reoccurring characters in the story. If one was paying close attention and looking for it, they would notice that the wife makes an appearance after Peerless Cucumber makes a particularly harsh comment or scathing criticism. People take to trying to bait Peerless Cucumber into doing it so they get more of those wives and especially the one he named which is becoming a fan favorite. Fanart gets made of her and people tease Peerless Cucumber about it. He critics all the fanart with his known ruthlessness about canon accuracy.
Some people have dropped it cause they don't want to see Peerless Cucumber get wifified any more, some people get even more invested because of that. A good number of people still don't think Peerless Cucumber is the cosplayer.
It comes to a head with an upcoming con in a few months. Airplane has a panel there. People are also asking if Peerless Cucumber will be going in cosplay. He says he's thinking about it and has some ideas on what character to go as, but is still deciding. Of course people instantly hone in on that and tell him he should go as the wife he practically made. He says no at first, but then Airplane comes on and says he'd really like to see him do that cosplay. Shen Yuan decides to take that opportunity. You see they have met, briefly, in the past at cons, but Airplane always finds a way to bail when Shen Yuan really starts laying into the critiques. Shen Yuan wasn't in cosplay those times and he had a face mask on so he wasn't recognized that way but no one could mistake Peerless Cucumber's reviews. Airplane also doesn't do cons very often, choosing to focus on writing the story instead.
And so, the following conversation occurs in the forum:
Peerless Cucumber: I will if you stop running away from me at cons.
RandomUsernameI'mTooLazyToComeUpWith: oh shit, oh great god airplane do it! do it!
RandomUsernameI'mTooLazyToComeUpWith2: yeah i gotta se this fuck itll be so hot
Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky: you got a deal. you wear that cosplay and you can say whatever you want for however long you want. it'll even be in character.
RandomUsernameI'mTooLazyToComeUpWith: oh hell yeah!!! whooo!!!
Peerless Cucumber: You better mean that because I will bring printouts with notes and highlighted sections.
Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky: bring whatevr you want so long as you wear that cosplay.
With that, the PIDW fandom holds even more excitement for the upcoming con because not only with the Great God Airplane be there they'll also get a peerless beauty of a cosplayer in a sexy outfit. The wife in question's outfit isn't the most revealing of the wives because Peerless Cucumber always critiques the practicality of that, but it's still the world of Proud Immortal Demon Way so there is some skin showing.
The con rolls around and the PIDW fans are on the lookout for someone dressed as That Wife. For the first couple days, Shen Yuan makes rounds to booths, not in cosplay, getting merch and volumes as he goes because he has a lot of things to say to Airplane and wants to get the bulk of his shopping done first so they have time and he doesn't hold up the line of people to see Airplane.
On the last day of the con is when he dons his cosplay of That Wife and get his character-accurate bag with the printouts and evidence of Airplane's failing as an author in it. He still makes stops at other booths on his way to the official PIDW one. He gets stopped to take photos and gets compliments on his cosplay. Eventually the PIDW fans find him go even crazier about it. Some say things like "I can't believe it's really you!" and word gets around the PIDW fans that Peerless Cucumber is here and he is in That cosplay and he does look fucking hot. Shen Yuan stays in character of the icy beauty as he interacts with the fans which only fans the flames. Before he even makes it to Airplane's booth he gets swarmed with PIDW fans, some are mean to him and want to knock him off his high-horse, but they get a verbal smackdown from Shen Yuan (still in character) and shoved aside by his own fans who start calling out their online handles asking for Shen Yuan's honest thoughts about them. And he does so either tearing them apart with words, saying they honestly didn't leave enough of an impression for him to even know, and in very rare instances offer some praise.
Shen Yuan finally makes it to the PIDW booth Airplane is at later than he wanted, but he makes it there with an entourage wanting to see the showdown. There are also guys hanging around the booth who have been waiting for this. When Airplane finally sees Shen Yuan in his cosplay, he thinks "Fuck. He's even hotter in person." and is more than happy to listen to all of Shen Yuan's complaints and looking at the highlighted parts of his novel and citations showing how historically inaccurate that is and the discrepancies within his own body of fiction.
Shen Yuan is still going and isn't even close to being done when they announce that the venue is closing and asking for everyone to start making their way out. Shen Yuan glares up at the intercom, still wanting to continue his triad.
"Well, I did say you could keep going however long you wanted so long as you wear that cosplay. I didn't say it had to be at the con," Airplane says, and Shen Yuan looks at him with considering eyes.
"Hmm. That is true, and I still have a lot to go through..."
They end up going to a restaurant for dinner (Shen Yuan's treat), and Shen Yuan continues all through the meal. When he still has more to say when the restaurant says that it's closing, he gets the most expensive suite at the most high-end hotel in the area with his richboy money because that's the only room left with the con going on. Shen Yuan figures that after spending so much time with Airplane today (along with reading so much of his writing) he has a pretty good grasp on the guy and doubts he's gonna get murdered by him so gets the hotel room. Airplane is in awe at all the fancy shit and money that Shen Yuan spends like it's nothing.
They stay in the main living room of the suite where there are couches. Shen Yuan lays his printouts out on the table, and even pulls up webpages on the rooms tv. There are pjs among other items reserved for the high-end rooms. Airplane ends up changing into the pjs and marvels over them being silk. Shen Yuan ditched his shoes and some smaller parts of his cosplay, but keeps the bulk of it on due to the agreement. Despite the dinner, Airplane also snacks on the room's food while Shen Yuan continues his verbal assault.
At one point, though, Airplane interrupts Shen Yuan, clutching his arm, looking at him with tears in his eyes. "Bro... Cucumber-bro... You... You're like an actual angel, dude. I died and this is heaven."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Shen Yuan asks, annoyed at the interruption, he was just about to connect another point.
"The food. This room. The silk pjs. Bro. This is heaven."
"No it's not. And stop crying!"
"Bro..."
Shen Yuan ends up patting his back for awhile while Airplane cries on his shoulder. His hand migrates up to Airplane's head and pats his fluffy head of hair that is actually really soft (Airplane took a shower and made sure his hair looked good since he knows how scathing Shen Yuan is and hot he was gonna look in the cosplay).
They eventually start drinking a some of the alcohol in the suite's fridge, but don't get too drunk. Nothing really happens, but they do end up sleeping in the same bed and cuddling in it because they fell asleep while Shen Yuan was still criticizing him.
The next morning Shen Yuan finally can't take the cosplay and makeup anymore and takes a shower while Airplane sleeps in. Airplane wakes to the sight of Shen Yuan in a hotel bathrobe, finishing drying his hair with his glasses on(he'd been wearing contacts and only switched to his glasses late into the night), and the sunlight from the window shining on him.
"Oh, fuck," Airplane says, staring at him.
"What?" Shen Yuan asks, not sure why Airplane is staring. He's not doing anything weird! He's just drying his hair! There's nothing wrong with wanting a shower after being in that getup for so long! He's just a normal dude right now! What's with that blank stare!?
"It's not just the makeup..." Airplane mumbles and face-plants back onto the bed with a groan. Shen Yuan is left confused, but eventually throws a room service menu on the bed asking what he wants for breakfast.
Before his shower, Shen Yuan had called home and asked his family's butler to bring him a change of clothes because he doesn't want to put all of his cosplay back on. This is why, after breakfast, Airplane sees Shen Yuan dressed in another well-tailored outfit, this time much more modern and male, made up of pale greens and creams looking like he just walked off a fashion runway.
"Brooooo... How do people like you exist?"
They end up exchanging some contact info because even though Shen Yuan talked until they fell asleep, he still has more to say. Airplane does agree to listen and says Shen Yuan only has to be in cosplay for the really harsh stuff.
Clips fans had recorded of Shen Yuan's triad at Airplane at the con get circled around and the PIDW fandom is on fire with it. People are going crazy over it. Shen Yuan's Peerless Cucumber inbox gets flooded with people requesting different cosplays along with sexual jokes and comments. The next chapter of PIDW has a dedication at the top to Peerless Cucumber and thanks. The next arc in the story is about Luo Binghe getting stranded in a place where fighting is outlawed, without any money, strict societal structures, and needing to recover from a battle. The love interest who helps Luo Binghe in his time of need is the daughter of a very wealthy family who starts off as cool and astute that can give a verbal lashing better than anyone is slowly revealed to have a soft spot for Luo Binghe in his weakened state. She takes care of him and even takes to giving him gentle pats on his head. When Binghe ends up getting into a physical fight with one of the villains of the arc, she comes to his defense against the society's court vouching for his good character. They place him in her custody due to her family's good name and she sets him up in a lavish living space with anything he could possibly need. When they find out that the love interest has a younger sister only a few years younger and not just two older brothers, the fans think she's gonna get haremed as well, but, surprisingly, the little sister doesn't join the harem with her elder sister. Peerless Cucumber praises the decision to leave the little sister be, happy that Luo Binghe is finally showing discernment of who to let into the harem.
After a couple more arcs, Airplane posts a notice that says he'll be slowing the pace of updates as he starts planning out the arcs leading up to the end of the story and hopes his fans understand. While the updates do lessen in frequency, the word count of each chapter does not and the quality improves, plot holes being filled and storylines being flushed out.
Within a well-furnished and kept apartment in the city is where Airplane works on all of this having moved there on Shen Yuan's dime when Shen Yuan learned the reason for the atrocious writing was that he was trying to make money to live and had to pander to his readers. The fridge stocked and living space confirmed, Airplane is now able to actually write quality verse the quantity. He even has a brutally honest beta reader who seems to spend more time here than at his family's estate.
While Shen Yuan never says it, Airplane is pretty sure they're dating, even if they aren't that physical with each other other than Shen Yuan running a hand through his hair while he reads, leaning against each other, holding hands when their out "so they don't get separated in the crowd"(there is no crowd Cucumber-bro), a hug when meeting and leaving each other, and the occasional cuddle session when Airplane is having a Time of it or Shen Yuan is dealing with medical issues or Shen Yuan spends the night and they a share the bed. He feels this suspicion is confirmed when Shen Yuan introduces him to his parents and they ask Airplane to take care of their son. So Airplane takes to hugging Shen Yuan more and despite a little grumbling about clinginess, doesn’t stop him and will even pat his head or arm or shoulder or even hug back.
Once PIDW is completed after a harrowing four years, Airplane takes a break to plan out his next story then shocks everyone by writing a fantasy novel featuring two men as the main couple. The writing itself is so different from PIDW with well thought out storylines, character backstories, and complex characters and settings. It gets in the top five on the website it's posted on and Airplane even gets a contract with a publisher. Shen Yuan couldn't be prouder of him.
Shen Yuan still cosplays. He even commissions outfits to be made of Airplane's not yet published characters so Airplane can see how they look irl and Shen Yuan can prove a point that something is not realistic.
They also have a deal that if Shen Yuan is gonna give some especially scathing constructive criticism that Shen Yuan has to wear a cosplay of Airplane's choosing and stay in character for it. It's a good thing that characters that aren't afraid to give a good verbal beatdown are becoming a common occurrence in Airplane's novels.
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livvymd · 1 month ago
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he absolutely cannot fall asleep without touching you.
iIt doesn’t matter how hot it is, or how tangled the duvet is. he has to be touching you. face buried in your neck, his entire arm flopped over your chest, one leg thrown over yours like he’s anchoring you to the bed. even in his sleep, he subconsciously adjusts to pull you closer. and when you try to wriggle free in the morning, he just groans and mumbles, “stay.” dragging you back like a human teddy bear.
love language:
harry’s love language is experience-based gift giving. he might be busy with work or filming, but when he wants to show love, it’s always intentional. random flower delivery on a hard day. your favourite chocolate waiting on the kitchen counter. but mostly? surprise weekends away. “pack a bag. don’t ask. just trust me.” he just wants to watch you smile in the sunlight somewhere quiet. time with you is his favourite reward.
PDA:
he’s fine with affection, but always thoughtful. hand-holding? always. arm around your shoulders? definitely. kissing in public? only if it feels safe. he’s protective like that. he knows what people online can be like, and he doesn’t want you dragged into that. vut in private? he never stops touching you. always pulling you close, kissing your temple, murmuring little things like; “come ‘ere. missed you.”
he’s physically attached to you 90% of the time. fully believes your boobs or lap are his designated resting spots.
like if you're both on the sofa? he’s immediately lying down with his head in your lap, fingers curled around your leg, cheek smushed into your thigh. or he’ll shuffle over during movie night, look at you with that slightly pouty expression, and just wordlessly collapse onto your chest like it’s a weighted pillow. and the moment you start playing with his hair? gis whole body goes slack. “you’re gonna make me fall asleep mid-movie, I’m warning you.” (he does. every time.)
he tries to get you in every video like it’s a game.
he’ll be mid-challenge and suddenly swing the camera around just to show you in the corner. “that’s my girlfriend , she’s judging me. she thinks I’m shit at this.” and even if you're off-camera, you’ll always hear a little: “can you pass me that? say hi to the vlog.” he just loves that people know he has you. not to show off, but like, “look what I’ve got. look who loves me.”
he’s got zero filter when it comes to talking about you on camera.
he’ll get asked something dumb like “are you seeing anyone?” in a sidemen video and immediately beam: “yeah. she’s unreal. my actual dream girl. sorry, lads.” doesn’t even blink. doesn’t tone it down. he means every word.
he thinks you’re the funniest person alive and will repeat your jokes to the boys like they’re his own.
you’ll say something casually hilarious in private, and then two days later, you’ll hear him using it in a group video. “where’d you hear that?” “..dunno.” (it was you. he just wants to sound cool.)
nsfw warning!!!
kinks.
harry’s definitely into both praise and degradation, but only when he’s giving it. one minute he’s calling you his “good girl,” stroking your cheek while he fucks you slow, the next he’s got your thighs shaking as he mutters things like “so needy, aren’t you? can’t go five minutes without my cock.” but if you ever tried to degrade him? nope. not happening. he gets sulky real quick. “shut up. you love me.” lso: total exhibitionist. wants you in his lap at parties, whispering filth in your ear while you try to focus. will pull you into a half-lit stairwell at a club just to get his hands on you. the idea of nearly getting caught makes him harder.“keep your voice down, babe. unless you want everyone knowing how good I fuck you.”
harry loves a good mirror. loves watching the way your body reacts to him. arching, shaking, writhing. loves whispering filthy things while you both watch. “look at you. look how good I make you feel.” pulls your chin so you have to see yourself falling apart. and when he’s still dressed? oh, he lives for you palming him through his joggers. hrins like a lunatic when you say he’s big. “yeah? you want it that bad, baby? ho on then. take it.”
aftercare.
despite his chaotic, insatiable energy in bed, harry is soft as hell after. he might rail you into next week, but the second it’s over? he’s carrying you to the bathroom, running a warm bath, pressing kisses to your shoulder like he’s grounding himself too. wraps you in one of his massive hoodies and flops on the sofa with you curled on his chest. might go, “want tea? or like, chocolate? I’ve got those fancy biscuits you like.” puts a movie on even though he knows you’ll both fall asleep five minutes in. he just wants to keep you close while you come back down. he adores taking care of you. it makes him feel needed in the way he craves.
secret kinks:
i feel like he would be so into mutual mastuebation.
watching you touch yourself? my god. he’ll sit back, fisting his cock while staring at you with blown pupils and a filthy little grin. loves hearing you whimper his name. loves seeing how wet you get for just him. aand when you’re apart? he’s got Polaroids of you hidden in his suitcase. one in a bikini, one in lace, one with nothing but your smile. “you’ve got no idea how often i look at these. fuckin’ obsessed.”
He gets turned on so easily. It’s actually kind of hilarious.
like, you wear his hoodie with nothing underneath and bend over to grab something? he’s immediately hard. you kiss his neck for more than three seconds? boner. you call him baby in that soft voice? game over. sometimes you’ll just brush past him in the kitchen and he’ll go: “don’t do that. i’ve got shit to do today. now I’m thinking about you riding me on the counter.”
He gets addicted to whatever makes you moan the loudest.
once he hears that sound, the one that makes your back arch and your nails dig into his arms, he will chase it forever. tries to find the exact angle, exact rhythm, exact words that pull that noise out of you. and once he does? “there. that’s it. fuck, do that again. do it for me.” losing his mind over you, every time.
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lazysoulwriter · 4 months ago
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fwb!chris sturniolo // hc.
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okay, so it kinda just happened. one minute, you’re messing around, making jokes, and then suddenly, you’re way too close, and someone’s like, “wait… should we?”—and yeah, you do. no big deal. just for fun.
chris acts like he’s totally chill about it, but he’s so not. like, he’ll pretend it’s casual, but then he’s holding onto you a little longer after, making sure you get home safe, or texting you dumb stuff just to keep the conversation going.
everyone knows, by the way. matt and nick just look at each other every time you two disappear for a little too long. madi has literally said, “you guys are idiots,” at least twice.
he’s cool with the whole “no strings” thing… until he’s not. like, if some random guy talks to you, suddenly chris is right there, arm around your chair, way too interested in whatever’s happening. not jealous, though. definitely not. totally fine.
it always starts with a “can’t sleep, u up?” text at 1 AM. at first, it was just that, but now? now he keeps asking you to stay longer, and when you leave, he watches you go like he wants to say something but doesn’t.
he can’t stand the awkward silence after, so he fills it with dumb jokes, plays music low in the background, or just… messes with your hair for no reason. like, sir, what are we doing here?
and then one night, mid-kiss, he just stops. looks at you, all serious, and goes, “yo, does this still feel like just friends to you?”
and that’s when you realize—yeah, you’re both screwed.
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