#anytime someone says they want a partner to match their freak

[choppyama]

Hinata is intensely competitive and he thrives when he’s challenged so when a player proclaim that they want to be his rival, it is the biggest form of an acknowledgment.

“finally someone who doesn’t want to be my rival but instead dream to be on the same team as me and be by my side unlike everyone else🥺” is something you would NEVER catch shoyo saying bc it never mattered if it’s on the same or opposite sides of the net… it’s all volleyball.

wanna play together? Cool✨✨ wanna be rivals? Even better ✨✨✨

while it is true that at the start of the series, Hinata’s abilities in volleyball were on a newbie level and he needed a setter like Kageyama to enhance him, It’s also true that most of the time players underestimates him bc of his appearance,

BUT as soon as they see him play they always acknowledge that he bring something to the table, that aside from being part of the freak duo he’s worth recognizing on his own.

‘Everyone thinks hinata only shine bc of Kageyama’ NO THEY DON’T lol. You’ll always hear random players from rival teams says oh that number 10 surprised me the most! he’s a scary monster! wanna take down Kageyama? gotta take down hinata first’

They see him as an actual threat. They see him as a worthy competitor.

This might be about hinata being acknowledged within a rivalry context but ofc others wants to play with him too, set for him.

and Kageyama? He wants both rivalry and partnership. He actively wants to compete with shoyo, not just on the court but through every little thing they do, and he also wants to toss to hinata for the rest of his life.

so to think that “no one ever appreciates hinata outside of the freak duo” or that “everyone just actively wanted to be his rival and not his teammates” until the inarizaki match is such a disservice to his story.

not only it reduces hinata’s hard work and effort, his ability to convince others to choose him but also downplay Kageyama’s impact on him

when this guy was asking hinata to stay with him forever when they were just 15!

Kageyama being the first ever opponent shoyo’s ever encountered, who took him seriously, never once put his guard down the entire match and even after completely obliterating shoyo’s weak team he still viewed his opponent as an equal I could go on but I digress bc if I start yapping about kghn I’ll never stfu this isn’t abt them LMFAOOOOO

Ok back on topic, It’s not like hinata isn’t allowed to be… insecure (?) He was unsettled by Washijo's comment that he's only valuable with a setter during the Karaneko match. Even when praised by a Kamomedai player, Hinata deferred all the credit to Tobio. it’s understandable, that’s his entire dilemma for more than half of the manga.

but still,

Yes shoyo once had to ‘beg’ his friends for tosses in middle school, yes he had no teammates in the beginning or a partner but HE HAS KARASUNO NOW!!!

He has a very dedicated partner who promised to toss to him anytime he wants. Who makes sure hinata knows he’s integral to the team, who tells him he’s the greatest decoy. who made a whole speech about how much shoyo is needed when he was being insecure about his height. Who tells him he can fly even higher

Hinata has people in his life who believes in him, who appreciates him, respect him, acknowledge him as a worthy rival and partner. He’s doing fine!

*wanted to add his reaction when he was being praised after a match. He’s so cute shoyo i love you

[cozymochi]

Hello hello! Do your ocs have any partner preferences perhaps? Asking for a friend :3

Keep up the awesome work Cozy, your art always amazes me when I pass by. Also love reading your rambles, they're all so well written~

Who is this “”friend”” and what is their INTENT? - I was gonna make a “haha lab partner preference” joke, but I’ll bite…. for the lawlz.

“We're students. We should be studying, not wasting our time with such unacademic pursuits!” - Sebek Zigvolt - SSR Ace Suitor Suit Vignette: “My Beloved”

SHORT ANSWER: Nope because everyone in that series is partner-preference-phobic. LONG ANSWER: I entertain hypotheticals so follow along if you want to. Take it with a grain of salt though. Or don’t! None of this matters 💃

Emilio is too self important and doesn’t really think about potential partners at all. He’s too busy trying to assert how reliable he is and prove how incompetent everyone else around him must be as a result. BUT! If someone were to ask, he’d give them a once over and decide then and there whether or not they’d be worth his time. Weirdly enough he seems more enticed by the idea of somebody matching is self-important and ambitious energy rather than someone who can gas him up. No, no, gassing up is for peers and family. Partner must engage in a constant battle of wits and pettiness and outdoing each other. …Not much of a partnership, really, but nobody said this guy had a healthy and not-skewed idea of relationships.

Cecil does not have the self-esteem to consider serious partnerships, nor entertains the idea of pursuing either. He needs to work out his own issues first, and chances are that alone (and studying) will keep him away from that sorta stuff. THAT SAID, unlike everyone else he is not immune to pretty people who very clearly have their lives together. Outwardly, he’s into those clearly out of his league. Someone confident in their own skin (unlike him), and having that confidence practically radiating off of them is his preference… but, in that response to seeing like, a model on tv or in a magazine kind of way. Otherwise, he probably has no idea what he would actually want. It’s not happening anytime soon to begin with.

Nyoka, surprise, also does not think about partnerships. Not that it matters because in his clan all partnerships between Cobra Beastmen at his status are arranged anyway. When he’s done with school it’s only a matter of time afterwards before that has to be dealt with. So there’s no real reason to entertain preference at all. Maybe having good manners is his bare minimum expectation, but it’s hard to say. He doesn’t really care by any measure and will remain stringent in what’s expected of him. Unless somebody awakens something in him, but what’s the likeliness of that happening? There is no freak here.

🪷 Tia under cut. 🪷

Tia does not entertain hypotheticals.

🪷Romantic pursuits are not on the table for her nor a focus, she just writes it off entirely. She’s got other things going on, like figuring out why she’s even there and finding a way back home. And when she gets back home it’ll be back to business. That’s her plan, and she has tunnel vision when it comes to her future career ventures and making her dreams a reality. Don’t ask, she’ll swerve and never answer. Besides, she probably doesn’t even know what she’d look for anyway. She just dismisses it all and doesn’t allow herself to consider it.

🪷 … BUT…

🪷 …she will notice if somebody is… sturdy. So to speak.

🪷 Despite everything, she sometimes wishes she was the type to entertain frivolous thoughts like that. Given her current situation though, that might not be ideal to toy with.

OKAY BYE i dont know what knowing any of this will do for anybody

[sparklingcid3r]

Do you ship cherry and sodapop? If you do, what hcs do you have for them

yk i didn’t think much of this ship when i saw it floating around and then i got nice and cozy under my blanket and it hit me like a bullet to the skull, i was jumping around banging the wall just being an actual freak for them. idek what happened

so yeah i’ll live and die on the cherry cola train

- They are exactly the person the other needs, and exactly the opposite of the partner that broke their heart

- Cherry needs someone who will see her and love her for who she is, who’ll listen to her when she talks and look at her like she hung the moon and the stars

- Soda needs someone who wants to love and be loved, who isn’t afraid of things getting tough and who will entertain his less serious side

- Two-Bit and Marcia are the ogs, but Cherry and Soda omg they’re so “Uptown Girl”

- Soda is obsessed with Cherry’s hair. He loves everything about it. Anytime they’re standing next to each other, he’s twirling it in his finger, playing with it, braiding it

- When they’re cuddling, Soda absolutely will be putting his face in Cherry’s hair because he thinks it smells so good

- Even though Soda’s dropped out, when he doesn’t have a shift they’ll make plans for him to pick her up after school so they can go on walks through nature trails

- Soda tends to go too fast because he likes being on the move and getting to their destination while Cherry likes appreciating the nature they see on the way

- Cherry loves how brown Soda’s eyes are. He says they’re boring and not as cool as her green ones but what she doesn’t tell him is that when her and her girls go on beach trips, she’s collecting little rock’s and shells that remind her of his eyes and putting them in a little cork jar tied with a ribbon

- In a perfect world, Two-Bit, Marcia, Cherry, and Soda go on double dates

- Absolutely Soda and Cherry are that couple that get one milkshake and two straws

- But they both end up getting one more for themselves anyway. They were disappointed at how awkward and unromantic it actually was

- Modern cherry cola would eat up all the romantic tiktok trends. Finding jewels at Michael’s that match each other’s eye color and making bracelets, slow dancing in the snow to “Until I Found You”, setting up their camera on the ground and making hearts with their hands to have a lockscreen, oml i’m so single

- More on that, it’s Soda recording Cherry in a white dress running down the shore to “Ceilings”

- Back to the 60s—they love exchanging music. Cherry gave Soda her records of Brenda Lee and Frank Sinatra to listen to and Soda lent her his only Chuck Berry and David Bowie records

- When Cherry’s parents were out of town, she invited Soda over and they didn’t even do anything like both their friends teased them about. They put Elvis on the record player and danced around all day. When they came back from the grocery store, they put him right back on and started baking cookies

- The Valances have a beagle that loves Soda more than anyone. You’d think she was about to fly away with how hard her tail was wagging when he walks through the door. Soda will roughhouse with the dog and she loves it because other than her walks, she doesn’t get to do much in the house

- Inevitably Cherry asked him to actually meet her parents. Soda was less than thrilled, but agreed

- It killed him when he had to ask Darry for help getting ready to have dinner with her parents. He wanted to make a good impression but didn’t know how to style his hair. He just remembers all the times he clowned on Darry for doing the same thing

- Darry has mixed feelings about the relationship, mostly because he doesn’t want to see Soda get hurt the way Paul hurt him, and absolutely prohibits Cherry from being over unless he or Pony is in the house too. In his head it’s to prevent another Sandy incident. At the very least, if Cherry is someone Soda’s as serious about as he was Sandy, then he’s using protection, no exceptions

- Soda starts wearing a bigger jacket like Dally’s when the weather gets cold in hopes that Cherry will say she’s chilly and Soda can give it to her. He just wants to see her wearing his jacket he’s so down bad

- Cherry’s absolutely NOT any better. She purposefully left her coat in her house and only wore a cardigan just so that she could say she’s cold and get Soda’s jacket for the day

- As much as she’d love to keep it, she knows he actually needs the jacket back for the winter since she doesn’t know if he can afford to buy another one

- It helps them have all those romantic moments all over again, so it’s absolutely a win in her book

- They both love to hum. When it’s quiet and just the two of them, Soda will start humming the start of a duet and stop so that Cherry can hum the woman’s part. They’ll get so into it that they might as well just start singing, they’re clearly just singing with their mouths closed

god i need fanfic about them fr

[ccscocoapuffs]

Aj Styles NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) So freaking sweet. He will run you a bath if you want, get you something to drink, clean you up, everything. He loves to spoon with you and kiss your neck while he tells you how much he loves you and he will thank you for being his girl. "Thank you for being all mine, sugar"

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) AJ likes his abs, mostly because of the fact you totally stare at them anytime he brings you to a show with and anytime he is without a shirt at the house. While he for sure is an ass guy, his favorite body part is actually your hands. He adores holding you hand, it makes him so happy to see his big hands wrapped around yours (*cough* size kink *cough*)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) He loves cream pies the most but if he's got you in doggy then he loves cumming on your back. If you suck him off he prefers for you to show him before you swallow it all down. "Stick that tongue out baby girl, daddy wants to see that mess in your mouth"

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) AJ doesn't really have a whole lot of dirty secrets, he's pretty open about the things he wants and the things he is into. If there is anything he is a little shy about or keeps as a secret it would be his arousal from quickies and the thrill of getting caught (We'll get more into this later)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) He is very well experienced. Anything that his partner may need in specific he will learn quickly. He is a very fast learner if he doesn't already know exactly what to do but given his experience he most likely already knows how.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) His absolute favorite is the rocking horse position. He loves it because he can hold onto your hips and rock you up against him while being able to see your face and hear your moans clearly. A second favorite for him is doggy style, he loves pulling your hair back till you hit his chest then wrapping his hand around your throat while he whispers some of the filthiest shit in your ear.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Very serious, AJ leans heavily towards the hard dom side of things so sex tends to have a heavy tension with it. He is also a brat tamer so if you need punished for being bad he will 100% keep his word on your punishments.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Have you seen the man? He has a thick bush of dark brown hair that he keeps trimmed just enough to where you won't choke on it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) AJ can be very romantic with you, he naturally has a romantic personality with his partner. However, AJ prefers sex to be hot and heavy so the very intimate romance is something you may only get to see on a special occasion.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) He hardly ever jacks off while he is home, he has you so he's gonna cherish every moment he has with you before he has to leave for the next show. While he is away for Smackdown though he will face time you and on occasion will masturbate with you right there.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Brat Taming Choking Spanking Slight Dacryphilia (Arousal from tears) Marking Collaring Daddy Kink

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Honestly AJ isn't very picky with location. He secretly has a thing for getting caught though as previously mentioned. If you come with him to smackdown, he will bend you over somewhere backstage and tell you be quiet before someone catches you guys but deep down he has the desire for someone to see how well he fucks you and see who you belong to.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) AJ loves when you're bratty, nothing turns him on more than you trying to be a brat to him because he knows he will straighten that attitude out in no time.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Theres not many things that he would say no to, AJ is very open minded and very into exploring. Though one thing that is just a no for him because he doesn't see the appeal is weapon play.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Prefers receiving, he uses it as a reward for you though. When he punishes you he uses sucking his dick as your reward for learning your lesson or learning to be a good girl. As for giving, I see him actually being a little shy about eating you out. I feel like he secretly doubts himself a little in that department because his tongue obviously doesn't have the stretch that his dick gives you or the speed that his fingers give when he fingers you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) As previously mentioned he likes it hot and heavy. So fast tends to be his normal pace for things.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) LOVES a quickie, he loves to see how quickly he can make you finish when you guys have quickies. He honestly could care less if he himself gets to cum, its truly just about getting you to cum faster than you ever have in his eyes.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) AJ is 100% down to take risk's with you, ask him for anything and he will try it with you. He wants to give you whatever your heart desires, you're his princess after all.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) 3 rounds is usually how many he goes for but he could probably go longer if he really wanted to edge you or overstim you hard enough.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Absolutely , AJ enjoys bringing certain toys into the bedroom for you guys. His favorites are vibrators though because he will either make you wear a remote controlled one out somewhere with him or hold one to your clit while he fucks you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) He is a VERY big tease. He's gotta make sure you know he controls your pleasure in the bedroom. you wanna cum on his dick? then you better acknowledge the fact it's a reward and thank your daddy for it. "You like that princess, you better fucking thank daddy for this dick"

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Very vocal in terms of dirty talk, when he is close to finishing though he usually gets louder with his moans and when he finally does cum he's so loud sometimes you have to cover his mouth or let him bite down on your shoulder to muffle the sound.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) AJ 100% wants you to give him a lap dance or a strip tease before he absolutely rearranges your insides.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) He is very very thick yet he is about 7 1/2 inches in length. He has a few thick veins that run along the sides and top. He adores it when your sucking it, if you run your tongue across those veins and to his slit.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high all things considered, He adores you and adores the fact that he gets to fuck you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) It takes him an average amount of time, he wants to make sure that you're cleaned up and taken care of before he settles down for bed.

[myheelsdontmatchmysweatpants]

Such a pretty event!!! May I have a Red Lily with Denki, please?

I am SO SORRY for taking forever to finish this. Clearly I have no chill and it is a tiny bit longer than I thought it would be. I hope you like this!

Red Lily (Passion) with Denki

Warnings: Swearing, mutual pining, sexual tension, making out, mention of a b0ner

WC: 4.4k words 

Denki still couldn’t believe his luck, here he was, with you, working on his quirk. He didn’t think much of it when he was sitting in the sitting area of the 3A dorms off handedly asking if anyone wanted to spar.

He got a look of annoyance from Bakugo, confusion from Kirishima and amusement from Mina and Sero. A sound of someone running up behind him had him turning his head to you clapping and excitedly jumping up and down.

“Oh, oh oh! Umm I would actually LOVE-” You see the looks on the other people’s faces and clear your throat, before continuing. “I wouldn’t mind helping you out Kaminari, if you still want to that is…” You looked down at the ground, playing with the hem of your shirt too nervous to look him in the eye.

Denki is still staring at you, his mouth wide open. You want to practice with him? The girl he’s been pining over since you stood up to that 2B prick saying that he isn’t worth the powerful quirk he has. He will never forget the look on your face as you yelled….

“How dare you! Kaminari works just as hard as everyone else! He is talented and strong, and you are weak for saying bullshit like that!” You are fuming, cheeks red fists balled at your sides, you were at least several inches shorter than the jackass and yet you seemed to tower over him.

After he stomps away red faced you turn to the rest of the class with rage in your eyes before blinking and looking away shyly. “I um... he deserved it.” You back to your seat, no one really knowing what to say. Denki can see admiration in most people’s faces, even Bakugo’s. When you sit down at your seat and stare at your desk Denki doesn’t realize he is staring until Mina throws a note at him.

You look like a lovestruck fish! Close your mouth!

Denki feels a thump to the back of his head. “Fuckin Ow! What the hell?” He turns and sees Bakugo with a glare on his face and a closed book in his hand.

“You haven’t answered her question dumbass!” Bakugo glances at you and goes back to his book.

Rubbing the back of his head he turns and sees you still nervously standing in front of him.

Shit

“Yes! I mean, umm yeah I’m down for that.” He feels Kirishima kick his leg and flinches. “Thank you! I’ll meet you outside in 20?”

Your head shoots up, your eyes wide and shining. “Okay! Yeah! I’ll see you in a bit!” You turn away and skip to the stairs a big smile on your face. You are out of sight of the group when Kirishima claps Denki on the back.

“You almost blew it there man! Good thing Bakugo helped you out.”

“Oi! I did not help him out! I was helping myself out by getting rid of sparky and L/N for at least an hour.” Bakugo doesn’t even look up from his book as he punches Kirishima.

“Of course, BakuBro! Whatever you say!” Kirishima shoots a knowing smile to Mina and Sero, none of them really believing the explosive blondes excuse.

Mina hops up and sits next to Denki. “Soooo! Looks like your gonna have some alone time with L/N! Are you finally gonna confess to her?”

His face goes red, simultaneously imagining you accepting his confession or rejecting it. “I-I-I I don’t know about that. She looked like she really wanted to spar… I don’t want to make it weird.”

“If you don’t I will.” Denki’s head shoots up and he looks at his friends, all four of them pointedly looking away from him. “I’m sorry what!? Mina?”

“What?! She’s amazing and smart and sweet. I like people Kaminari, doesn’t matter how they identify.”

“Kirishima?”

“Uh, Haha yeah dude she’s like super manly and you remember when she helped us out with English last year after Bakugo gave up? Not that I like her as much as you but if you don’t make a move….” Kirishima shrugs his shoulders.

“Then get out of the way you’re holding up the line.” Sero leans back on the couch, crossing his arms, a smile on his face.

Denki coughs and wearily turns to Bakugo. “You too Bakugo?”

Bakugo looks up and stares him down with piercing red eyes. “I’m not a liar fuckin dumbass, stop being a pussy and ask her.” He looks back down at his book, a slight blush on the tips of his ears.

Everyone decides to ignore it in favor of staying alive, Denki gets up and heads to his dorm room to change, Sero and Kirishima in tow.

When you get to your floor you beeline for Jirous’ room, needing to talk to the cool-headed girl before getting changed.

You bust into the room without knocking, causing Jirou and her girlfriend of 2 years Momo to split apart from each other, lips glossy and faces red. You shut the door behind you and sit in the bed, pushing their feet aside.

“You are not going to believe what just happened!” You jump back up and start pacing.

“You just barged into my room without knocking and interrupted my private time with my girlfriend… again?” Jirou lays down on the bed with a huff, sending an annoyed look to Momo.

Momo knows you don’t do it on purpose and decides to take pity on you, grabbing Jirous hand she turns to look at your pacing form. “What is going on L/N?”

“I’m going to be sparring with Kaminari!!!” You stop and look at your two friends, stopping your pacing but wringing your hands, suddenly nervous. “Oh god, I’m going to be sparring with Kaminari! What if I embarrass myself? What if I knock him out or give him a bloody nose! What if I fart?!”

You sit down on a desk chair and put your head in your hands, suddenly regretting speaking up when you heard him ask for a sparring partner.

“For the love of- “Jirou sits up to yell at you but Momo interrupts.

“N/N, it’s gonna be fine! We have handled numerous villain attacks and being in a class with not only Bakugo but Mineta as well. I promise you can handle it.” She sits up and leans over to pat you on the head.

You take a couple of deep breaths and look back up at your friends. “Thanks, you guys I needed a rational person to talk me down. I love you.”

Momo taps your nose and Jirou shakes her head with a smile on her face. “Anytime you drama queen, you know we love you too.”

You get up and say your goodbyes before hurrying to your room to change.

When you get back down stairs you are wearing your cutest workout gear and have a duffle bag with you.

No need for makeup, I’m gonna be sweating anyway and it’s not like he hasn’t seen me looking worse.

When you walk towards the front doors the Baku squad is huddled around the couch trying their best to look like they aren’t spying on you.  

“Real smooth you guys, real subtle. Hey Dynamight!”

“What do you fuckin want?!” Bakugou looks up from his book, red eyes blazing.

You try and fail to hold in a laugh. “Your Uhhh Haha, Your book is upside down.” Before he can throw it, you run outside almost colliding with Denki in the process.

“Woah there sparkplug!” Denki grabs your shoulders and steadies you with a small smile on his face. “Let me guess, running from Bakugou?”

You want to answer him, you really do. But he lost you at sparkplug and now you forgot what words are. “Uh umm w-what?” You shake your head trying to jumpstart your brain. “Did-did you just call me sparkplug?”

Denki’s eyes widen and he let’s go of your shoulders, putting a hand behind his head and rubbing his neck. “Oh Haha, yeah I uh I did.” He stands there for a moment, looking everywhere except at you. “OH! I’m – I’m sorry if you didn’t like it! It just kinda came out and oh geez I’m so sorry.”

His frantic waving breaks you out of your stupor and you giggle. “Don’t worry about it Kaminari! I actually… kinda …. Liked it?” Your face goes red and just as Denki opens his mouth to comment you start walking off at a brisk pace. “We better start getting over to the gym or it’s gonna be too late!”

Denki doesn’t follow immediately, cemented to the spot.

She liked it. She liked it!

He hears a knock on the windows and looks up, Mina and Kirishima yelling at him. He can’t hear it, but he doesn’t need to when they keep repeating, “Follow her you idiot!”

You keep walking, not even checking to see if Denki is following you.

I kinda liked it! Really Y/N? Just call yourself out why don’t you. God, I hope that didn’t freak him out. Alright, it’s fine. Just breath, just forget about it and move on.

You are taking deep breaths and giving yourself an internal pep talk when Denki catches up to you.

“So Uhhh, what ummm what do you wanna work on today?”

You can tell he is trying his best to ease the awkward tension, thankful really. You hoist the strap of your duffel higher on to your shoulder and glance at him.

“Well, you are the one who asked for a partner so I figured I would let you make that decision. But if you don’t have any ideas, I did have some of my own.” You both get to the doors of the gym stopping at a metal door that reveals a keypad. As you type in a password that was given to you by Aizawa, Denki can’t help but check you out.

You are in a pair of black slip-on shoes, a dark green pair of workout leggings with a matching zip up. The colors complimenting your beautiful skin, the pants stretched tight across your ass.

He rubs his hands over his face, closing his eyes and yelling at himself.

What am I doing? What if she doesn’t like being looked at like that, by me, or anyone. Stupid Kaminari, get it together!

You clear your throat, and he peeks through his fingers, you have a concerned look on your face one eyebrow raised.

“You okay there Kami?” You reach out and poke his forehead, to preoccupied with how adorable he looks with his hands covering his face to be worried about touching him.

Denki’s face turns red and his eyes widen. “Kami?”

“Yeah, Haha. I figured if you’re gonna call me a nickname I’ll call you one too!” You walk off with a smile on your face and a blush on your cheeks.

She’s so pretty I’m gonna die.

Denki takes a breath, dropping his hands from his face and accepts the fact he is indeed going to die because you are so pretty. But first he needs to figure out a way to make you his if you want to be.

As you walk to the middle of the gym you drop your duffle bag and start stretching, waiting for Denki to join you.

“I really didn’t think anyone was going to take me up on my offer, so I don’t have any ideas for sparring. I’ll just follow your lead on this.” Denki drops his water bottle on top of your duffle and starts stretching next to you.

“Well, I know you have been struggling with hand-to-hand combat since that wasn’t an option with your quirk until recently so I think that would be the best place to start.” You finish stretching your arms and sit on the floor to continue with your legs. You turn your head to look up at Denki and not realizing he was so close to you, look directly at his crotch. You can’t help but stare, he was wearing grey joggers for Christ sakes! And boy did he fill them out, he maybe more on the lean side but that does not mean he isn’t built. And hung apparently if that imprint is any indication.

You feel your face get tomato red and swear you can feel your nose start bleeding. You turn your head quickly and clear your throat. “Did you want me to use a specific persons fighting style or your good with a wildcard?”

You can see Denki thinking about It for a moment, sitting down to finish his stretches and sticking the tip of his tongue out.

God he is so cute, I just wanna kiss his face.

“Let’s go with wildcard, I can’t think of any specific people. Plus…. I trust your judgement.” He stands up and offers his hand to you.

You take it without hesitation but when you stand up neither of you makes a move to let go. You are both looking at the ground and when you look up and meet each others eyes you both move away.

“Alrighty then! Let’s get started” You walk to the middle of a circle painted on the ground for sparring and get into a fighting stance.

Your quirk was very handy for practicing like this and helping others with combat. Your quirk was both mental and physical, your brain being able to learn any fighting style after seeing it once and your body being able to replicate it. The draw back was that most people base their fighting style off of their quirks (which you can’t replicate) but that did help you in terms of defense.

“Just don’t use your quirk yet, I don’t have anything to protect me from getting zapped.” You knew Denki wouldn’t try to hurt you but mentioning it out loud made you feel better.

You both stood in the circle, waiting for the other to make the first move. You were still trying to figure out what style you wanted to fight him in when he lunged for you, reaching out to grab one of your arms. You dodged to the side, turning so your back was to him and putting his arm over your shoulder. You lean back then lurch forward pulling his arm and crouching so he flips over you and lands on his back in front of you.

You hear the air leave his lungs, but you have both been through a lot of training in your three years and he recovers quickly. Flipping on to his stomach he gets his arms underneath his chest and pushes up getting on to his feet quickly. This time he waits for you to attack. You are both circling each other before you run at him and then slide going for his feet, he catches on to your move and runs towards you. He jumps over your body turns and grabs one of your arms twisting it to flip you over on your stomach. Before you can get up, he bends your arm behind your back and pins you with his body, straddling your hips and pushing down on your back.

You both stop moving, trying to catch your breath before you tap out. Denki scrambles to get off of you and help you up. “Oh shit, sorry sparkplug! You okay?”

You lean over with your hands on your hips still out of breath and wave him off. “Yeah… m’fine…. Just…. need a minute.” You walk over to your duffle bag tossing him his water bottle and grabbing your before taking slow sips. You wipe your face with the back of your hand and put your water bottle down. Now WAY to hot after sparring you unzip your jacket revealing a sheer tank top with a sports bra underneath.

Denki is still drinking water, so he doesn’t notice until you walk over rolling your shoulders and neck. His is mid drink when he sees you, eyes going wide choking on his water.

You jog up to him rubbing his back with a concerned look on your face. “Hey, hey! You alright Kami? What the hell happened?”

He finally gets his breathing under control and stands up straight turning to you. “Wow! That was weird! I’m alright Haha, you ready for another round?” His face is red, rubbing the back of his neck his eyes darting from your top to your face.

You chose to keep your face neutral, not giving any sign that you know what his problem is. But you can’t help but both scream internally in embarrassment and laugh in “karma bitch”.

So, he is checking me out 100% and I might melt but it’s only fair since I got an eye full of the cervix destroyer.

“Yeah, I’m ready, you ready to get your ass handed to you?” You smirk, pushing his shoulder as you walk past.

He laughs, happy you haven’t caught on to his ogling. “If I’m remembering correctly, I won the first round.”

“Well yeah!” Shrugging your shoulders, you get back into a fighting stance. “But that was just the warmup.”

It had been about 2 hours before you both decided to end after the next fight. You had both won multiple fights, but Denki had taken the lead 6-5.

You were both sweating, breathing heavy, you had taken off the sheer top over your sports bra and Denki had taken off his t-shirt.

Thank god he was wearing a tank top underneath but that has been distracting none the less.

You and Denki stand at either end of the circle, watching each other for the slightest movement. You move first, running towards the left side of his body. You knew he always had an opening on that side, even if he were quick at closing it in his tired state you could probably get him this time.

Fate was on your side; you could see the realization on his face just a second to late for him to do anything about it.

You jump at Denki bringing your legs up to wrap around his upper torso, using the momentum to swing around and knock him to the ground. You land, him on his back and you on top of him straddling his waist a hand on either side of his head. Your hair had come undone and was hanging down, a curtain shielding both of your faces from the outside world.

Neither of you makes a move, looking into each other’s eyes, breathing in the others breath, your lips just shy of brushing together. You can see the want in his eyes, the same look reflected on yours. He brings his hands up and caresses your thighs, just before you close the distance you hear a cough.

“I believe I said you could use this room for practice, not…. That.” You both look up, your hair parting just enough so both of you have a view of your homeroom teacher glaring at you with tired eyes.

Denki and you look back at each other and then scramble to move apart. You turn towards Aizawa and bow apologizing and grab your things to leave. Denki isn’t behind you; in fact, he has his back to you, and you can tell that his neck is bright red. “Kami! Let’s go!”

Denki turns and glances at you with nervous eyes. “Oh uh, I gotta talk to Aizawa so I’ll see you later!”

“Alright! Yeah see you later.” You hurry past your teacher, eyes downcast. Walking back to the dorm you try to figure out what Denki could possibly need to talk to the teacher for.

It’s the weekend, and he never talks to the teacher, he isn’t getting bad grades so…. OH MY GOD

You suddenly stop walking, your face bursting into flames. Before you got up Denki had shifted while you were on top of him and you could have sworn something poked your thigh.

“Oh god, what if Sensi didn’t walk in at that moment? Would we have ended up having sex?”

You think about it for a moment, your brain going from embarrassed to pissed in a matter of seconds.

“Did I just get cock blocked by my homeroom teacher?!” You continue walking to the dorm pissed off, tired of the sexual tension and mutual attraction between you and Denki not going anywhere.

If he isn’t gonna make the first move, then I will.

Denki finally walks back to the dorms, crestfallen. Aizawa knew exactly why he stayed behind, giving him a talking to about initiating that kind of behavior in public. As soon as his teacher started talking his issue calmed down and then he had to wait until he stopped lecturing.

As he is walking back to the dorms his quirk is sparking left and right, his mind going into self-destruction mode.

Dude! A boner? What the actual fuck is wrong with you? What if she felt it? Were you going to kiss? Her eyes are so pretty up close. Why did you get a hard on? That’s it, I’m digging a hole behind the dorms and living in it.

He is almost to the building when you walk up to him, a determined look on your face. “Hey uh L/N, I am so sorry about that. I didn’t mean to get us in trouble and – “You stop just short of bumping into his chest and look up.

“I like you. Do you like me too?”

Denki stops talking and just stares down at you.

“I’ve liked you since you found me crying after class and told me all those horrible jokes to help me feel better.”

Denki’s eyes go wide. “That, that happened in our first year!”

“Yes, it was.” You are still looking up at him, your face getting red, worry seeping into your eyes.

Denki is trying his best to talk, to assure you he does also like you, to say something but words are failing him. He can feel his quirk acting up, probably seconds from ruining this moment so he does the only thing he can think of.

“Mmmphf��� Denki wraps an arm around your waist pulling you close, cups the back of your head, and crushes his lips against yours. You are shocked for a moment, literally shocked since his quirk was sparking off but the softness of his lips is intoxicating, you reach your hands up to grip his shirt.

When you start getting light headed from the lack of air you gently push Denki and he immediately pulls away. His lips are red and glossy, his eyes dark, pupils blown out.

“You okay sparkplug?”

You huff out a laugh, a small smile on your face. “I’m fine, just hoping that kiss meant you liked me too.”

“Why would it not? Do you normally kiss people you don’t like?” Denki tilts his head in question, laughter in his eyes.

You scoff. “Really Kaminari? I give you this whole heartfelt speech and- mmphf-you just-mmphf “Denki keeps kissing you, but you put your hands over his mouth, laughing. “Okay! Okay! I get it, you like me too.” Putting your forehead on his chest, you stick your lip out and pout. “The least you can do is say it out loud you know.”

Denki moves to grab your shoulders, slightly pushing you away so he can look in your eyes. You drop your hands, crossing your arms in front of you.

“I like you L/N. I’ve liked you since you stood up for me last year and I haven’t been able to get you off my mind since. I like you a lot and I want to be with you. Is – is that okay?” You can see his short burst of confidence wavering, so you take a page out of his book and lean forward to kiss him.

Later that night

“You saw them, right?”

“How could you miss them? Kaminari had a stupid smile on his face and L/N was holding his hand.”

“I saw them kissing out front.”

“I thought Kaminari was gonna zap her, it scared me for a second.”

As most of 3A is down stairs hanging out in the common room you and Denki are in yours, making up for lost time.

When you finally get up the stairs and to your room (Denki insisted on your room) its only a second after you shut your door and lock it before he pushes you against it.

His hands cupping your face, his body pressed against yours and you melt into it. He tilts his face down a bit, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth before nibbling on it and you moan. He lets go of your lip and chuckles, the slight opening allowing you to delve your tongue in. He moans this time, letting go of your face to caress the sides of your body, the heels of his hands ghosting over the side of your breasts before stopping at your hips.

When he pulls away you grab his hand and pull him to your bed, pushing him down to sit on the edge of it before getting on his lap and straddling him.

“Oh shit, are you- um are you sure you want to do this?” He rests his hand on your thighs looking at you with wide eyes.

You rest your forearms on his shoulders and kiss him softly. “We are just making out Kaminari, I just figured this more comfortable for both of us. Are you uncomfortable? I could move.” You shift, preparing to sit next to him but he grabs your hips and keeps you in place.

“No! I-I’m fine, just checking on ya.” He turns his head to kiss your arm. “You can use my first name by the way… unless you don’t want to of course.”

You hum in thought, moving so that your lips are a breath away from his ear. “Can you kiss me now…. Denki”

A shiver runs up his spine, he turns his face to kiss you, mostly tongue and teeth but passionate none the less.

Denki puts his hands under your ass and holds you to him before picking you up. He turns around still kissing you and lays you down on the bed before pulling away, hands on either side of your face.

“Y/N, if I could I’d never stop kissing you.”

@eyebagsbutglam @patchworkpuzzle @doinmybesthere

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[lonelychicago]

I'm a fire and I'll keep your brittle heart warm

Pairing: Eddie Diaz/Evan Buckley (9-1-1)

Prompt: Quick someone do a fic of Eddie pining for Buck while he's taking care of him after the gunshot and living with him and Christopher, Eddie thinking that he's just doing this because that's the way he is, then someone shows him for the first time the footage of Buck trying to dig the mud with his bare hands or footage of Buck leaving the hospital right after he got shot.

Words: 3.8k

This us just the first part and I will be posting the other one soon. ( It's going to be just those two parts ).

Tagging: @sunbeambuck @insaneoldme and @honestlydarkprincess bc she gave me the idea of touch starved eddie and pining after buck.

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Eddie Diaz knew he was a brave man. He never feared climbing big unstable buildings after an earthquake, he didn't fear running into burning houses, nor hanging from rooftops. Those things were easy for him.

Even getting shot. He hadn't been scared when that happened, he had known that Christopher wouldn't be alone, that his son would have been taken care of. So you could say, Eddie wasn't a coward.

But he’d always been kind of a coward when it came to Buck, and he thought that was honestly just because he’d always been so drawn to him that it freaked him out. And besides, it was complicated.

Because they'd both mess up. Because they both thought they didn't deserve love anymore. Because Buck hurt him and he hurt Buck and they almost didn't come back from that. Because working with him meant one day he could watch him die and not be able to do anything. Because if it didn't work out he would not only lose a partner but also a soulmate.

And Eddie knew he could not survive that. So he kept it to himself, he pretended that friendship is all he wanted, that it was enough. And even when he almost died and then he didn't, Ana had been there talking about a future that Eddie didn't want, and Buck had found out about being Christopher's guardian— even after all of that, nothing had changed. Because Eddie was still a coward.

Thankfully, he pulled out of his depressing thoughts when Buck announced they were home. Eddie was surprised when the door opened and everyone was there, with big smiles on their faces and a 'Welcome Home' sign hanging from the wall. It would've been nice if it hadn't been for Taylor Kelly in his living room.

Eddie was thoroughly distracted from his jealousy and bitterness towards the redhead by the simple and profound joy of being able to hug Christopher.

Christopher stayed glued at his side for the rest of the evening. It wasn't too long when he admitted that he was feeling tired and sore, so everyone slowly left the house. The last one to leave was Ana, and he accompanied her to the door while Buck went to put Chris to sleep.

"Are you sure you don't want me to stay?" Ana asked softly and he sighed, already shaking his head. She was amazing on paper, but after almost dying, Eddie wasn't sure he could keep the relationship up. He was too busy pining for his best friend.

And yes, Eddie was still a coward but he also knew it wasn't fair to string someone alone. So he took a deep breath and said what he needed to say— "Ana, I don't think this is going to work out. I just... I guess getting shot made me realize that you and I... we're not a good match." He addressed awkwardly. He has never broken up with anyone before, so this was a first.

"Oh." She nodded, looking down and Eddie felt bad for her. Ana was nice, she was easy to talk to and she was sweet. But his heart wasn't on it, not when all he could think about was Buck. And he needed to stop pretending that it was going to change anytime soon.

"I get it, Edmundo. It's him, isn't it?" She whispered after an uncomfortable silence, but she looked resigned. If he didn't know better, he'd say she looked almost relieved. And he was surprised that she knew, which he probably was being obvious because she chucked and then proceeded to explain like it was the easiest most obvious thing in the world. "Buck stayed here, sleeping in that uncomfortable couch, all the time you were in the hospital. He took care of Christopher, even when Carla and I offered our help. He was exhausted, working and then coming home to talk to Chris, and cook, and clean and... He did everything, without even thinking about it. And he was broken, Edmundo. Everyone could see how worried he was about you and how he still was in shock about what happened."

Eddie swallowed hardly, a lump on his throat. And he already knew all of these things, but somehow it was harder hearing them out loud from someone else.

"And when you woke up at the hospital and you saw me... I could see I wasn't the person you wanted to be there. And tonight? You looked for him every time he left your side and you practically yelled at Taylor every time she was too close to him." Ana said with a small sad smile on her lips. "I'm not stupid, Edmundo. I can see that you love each other. I was wondering how much it would take for you to dump me." She shrugged and Eddie felt awful because all the things she said were true and he couldn't deny it, even if he wanted to.

They said their goodbyes and then Eddie was sitting on the couch, wincing from the pain on his shoulder and dreading going to bed. He knew, he just knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep. If it weren't for the drugs, he wouldn't have slept in the hospital. And that night? He knew that he would get a nightmare after another, he'd be haunted by Buck's face covered in blood and those electric blue eyes begging him not to die.

"You can go to bed. I'll clean up here and make myself comfortable on the couch in case you or Chris need anything." Eddie looked up at Buck. His friend was smiling at him and then he was right there, next to Eddie. They were sitting so close that their tight touch.

"You don't need to do that. You've already done more than enough." He refused but there wasn't any heat behind it. Eddie wanted Buck to stay, for as long as Buck was willing to stay. Eddie wanted to be forever.

'Why you have to be such a fucking coward?' He thought for himself. Because if he were braver, bolder, he would be kissing Buck, he would be begging him to stay forever and ask him to hold him in his arms because Eddie was so fucking exhausted and sore and scared.

But he wasn't brave, he wasn't good enough. Not when it came to Evan Buckley. Because Buck was the sun, he was fire and so unapologetically him. Buck was warm and soft, and fearless and everything that Eddie wasn't.

"Eddie, I'm staying. Trust me, I haven't done anything I didn't want." He whispers, so softly and gently that Eddie almost didn't hear him. And his eyes were looking at him with so much fondness and intensity that it made Eddie's heart melt inside his chest.

"Okay." That was all he could say. If he tried to talk more, he would probably start to cry and he didn't want Buck to worry more than he already was.

He rose from the couch but the movement made his shoulder hurt. He already took his pills and he couldn't take more for at least four more hours.

"Are you okay?" Buck asked worriedly, already on his feet and getting too close to Eddie.

"I'm fine, I- just..." he tried rolling his shoulders but it was a really bad idea and he ended up repressing a painful moan and groaning.

"Well, lucky for you, I learned some useful tricks in my time in Perú. I dated this girl, Bianca, who was studying Kinesiology and she taught me a thing or two." Buck bragged while gently guiding him to his room.

"Kinesiology?" he hissed in pain, the pills doing nothing for the soreness that at the moment was invading his whole body.

"Yeah. Now just lay in the bed, okay?" He looked at him and then made a gesture with his hand towards the bed. The sheets were changed since the last time he was there and there was a gray comforter on too, looking soft and inviting. Eddie recognized the blanket from Buck's apartment and he must have brought it there knowing it was one of Eddie's favorites. "I promise I'll make you feel better, Eds. Just let me take care of you."

And it was pathetic how those few words made Eddie feel warm inside. And anyway, Buck didn't mean it un the way Eddie wanted him to. Buck was just being a good friend, that was all. No matter how much Eddie hoped for more.

He hesitated for a few seconds, Buck patiently waiting for him, but finally, his heart won the fight against his brain and he was nodding and positioning himself face-down on the bed, careful with his shoulder and settling his arm in a sling against a pillow. The angle was a little bit uncomfortable, making the ache in his muscles complain but he knew there was no position that it would feel good, so he didn't bother trying to find it.

“Good, first I’m going to run my hands along your back looking for muscle tension,” Buck explained before laying a gentle hand on Eddie's shoulder. It was a vulnerable position lying prone and unseeing, but he trusted Buck with his life, and the blonde was going slowly and telling Eddie what was he going to do so it wouldn't startle him. And Eddie loved Buck's voice, soft and gentle with a little rasp for talking too low. It was comforting and it made him feel a little fuzzy inside. “Now, it’s gonna hurt for a bit but it won't last. If it’s too much just tell me and I’ll ease off. I promise by the end of it you will be begging me to stay forever as your personal massager."

Eddie didn't say anything to that. He bit his lip, resisting the urge to tell Buck that he didn't need to do anything, that he already wanted him to stay forever.

Buck started kneading his neck, his fingers pressing just a little bit into his skin but it felt good. God, Eddie was a goner. Buck's fingers were magic, rubbing the knots from his shoulders and massaging the muscles of his back under his shirt. Eddie couldn't help but to let out a whimper, it was embarrassing but it was all Buck's fault. Who taught him to do that with his hands? And no, he wasn't jealous at the idea of some girl in Perú that he never even met.

"You okay there, Eds?"

"Oh yes, don't stop." He breathes, feeling all the tension in his muscles slowly fade away.

Buck continued to stroke softly, massaging and pressing his skin, leaving a warm trail everywhere he touched. Eddie was making all kinds of appreciative sounds that any other day he would be ashamed of, but right there at that moment, he was putty in Buck's hands, melting into the bed and groaning satisfied.

No one ever touched him like that, he never had someone massaging the ache away from his muscles and doing it so gently, almost reverently. Like he was a precious thing that needed care and love, it was refreshing. And Eddie was going to let himself have this, just this moment, this time with Buck. Then he could go back to act tough and like everything was fine, he could go back to bottle his every emotion because that was what he was supposed to do. But just this one time, he would let himself let go. Just this once.

"Told you I was good at this," Buck said smugly, but he didn't stop his delicate massage, being careful with his hurt shoulder. Eddie could feel his hands moving lower, down his spine and around his ribs, pushing a little harder and then softening his touch, stroking almost adoringly and Eddie was practically keening at this point.

Then his fingers were skimming along his sides and Eddie let out another moan but in pleasure. This was doing things to him and he knew that he would carry this memory for a long time, probably imagining going further but for now, this was enough. For now, this was everything.

He was pliant in Buck's hands and he didn't want it to stop. This is the best he felt in a long time, way before the shooting, really. Even more, he didn't remember the last time he felt this good. Buck really was magic and Eddie was so in love with him.

Buck's touch was soothing and his voice was whispering sweet nothings, comforting him, making Eddie relax even more and before he could even say anything, he was falling asleep. The massages across the plains of his back feeling like heaven, like the touch of an angel relieving the aches in his body and heart.

The last thing he felt was hands leaving his body and a soft kiss on his forehead.

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Eddie woke up with a sharp inhale through his nose, his face scrunching as if trying to grip that last sliver of unconsciousness. His eyes blinked open, darting around in confusion before he sighed in relief. He wasn't in the hospital. He wasn't dying. He was home. He was okay. Everything was okay. He repeated himself like a mantra.

His shoulder was a little bit stuff but it didn't hurt much, his whole body felt well rested and his muscles were relaxed. Leave it to Buck to massage away all his pain and worries. Could anyone really blame him for being so in love with his best friend? He didn't think so. He was only human after all, he wasn't made of steel and well, Buck was Buck.

He shook his head, pushing his thoughts at the back of his head and got up from bed, he noted that he was wearing sweatpants that he wasn't wearing last night and he blushed, thinking that Buck must have changed him so he would be uncomfortable. It really said a lot about how exhausted he was that he didn't even notice.

"Morning," he greeted, messing with Christopher's hair, who was sitting at the table, already eating his breakfast.

Buck was already smiling at him and passing him a cup of hot coffee, with a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon and Eddie didn't know how hungry he was until that moment, his stomach rumbling at the smell of food.

"Thank you, Buck. For everything." He murmured meaningfully, low enough just so Evan could hear him and he mantained eye contact to make sure that Buck inew he was being serious and thanking him for more than just breakfast.

"I'd do anything for you, Eds. You really don't need to thank me." He whispered back, smiling softly and rubbing his arm affectionately and then put his hand on Eddie's good shoulder, squeezing slightly as saying he was there. Eddie leaned into the touch, closing his eyes and basking in the domestic bliss.

"Dad! Can we watch Shrek with Buck? He've never seen it!" Chris yelled excitedly, already finishing his breakfast. Eddie gazed up at Buck in fake horror.

"No! You've never seen Shrek? Well, Chris is right. We need to fix that." He teased, taking a sip of his coffee and smiling into his cup.

"I'd love that." Buck answered, starting to do the dishes and just like that, they spent the rest of the day catching Buck up with all lf the Shrek movies because: He needs to see all of them to get the full experience, dad!

And they sat there, Buck holding voth Diaz on his arms and Eddie couldn't think of anything better than that. Buck just fit in so perfectly into their little family, like he always belonged there and myabe that was because he did. Buck just connected so well with them, like the missing piece of a puzzle that was finally coming together. Not even with Shannon, it felt so natural and easy. With Buck it was like Eddie had been waiting for him his whole life.

And he wanted this, his heart ached for this to last forever. He wanted the lazy days, watching movies cuddle up in the couch with his son and Buck, playing games and helping Chris cheat so he could beat Buck, hear them bicker because Evan was a sore loser. He wished for mornings spend in bed, and arms holding him tigh, massaging the weight of the world away from his shoulders. He longed for pancakes in weird shapes and inside jokes and just being together, as a family. He wanted to kiss Buck just because, he wanted to pass his finger through those golden curls and a lifetime. That was all he wanted: a lifetime with Buck and Chris. He craved growing old together, watch Chris become an amazing kind man, have Buck tease him for some stupid thing. He yearned for all of that with his best frienf and he wasn't sure he could have it.

That was the kick in the gut, after all. He dreamed for all of this things that maybe Buck didn't want to give to him. Buck was sunshine, he was energetic and generous and so fucking amazing, and he did so much for Eddie and sometimes he looked at him like he wanted all of the same things. But maybe that was just wishful thinking, because if Buck sought all of that with Eddie, he would've said something by now, surely, right? Right?

"Hey, I'm going to put Chris to bed." Buck whispered as to not startle the kid in his arms and Eddie nodded numbly. He watched Buck carry his son to the room and then he heard muffled words that sounded a lot like one of Chris' favorite stories.

He gathered himself the best he could, getting up and going to the kitchen to take his painkillers. It was time for it, anyway and his shoulder was starting to feel stiff and sore, dispate all of Buck's more than helpful efforts.

He swallowed the pills with a glass of water and looked up just in time to see Buck walk into the kitchen. He leaned back into the table and avoided his gaze.

"You don't need to stay. Chris and I will be okay for tonight, I'm sure." He uttered with little conviction. All he wanted to say, all he wanted to yell, was 'Stay, stay, please stay forever because I don't think I could live without you here.' But he resisted the stupid urge of ruining the best friendship he ever had and made a move to his bedroom but Buck stopped him before he could get too far.

"You don't have to do this alone." He declared gently, looking him in the eyes. "I won't let you do this alone, Eddie. I'm here for you, no matter what.'' And then Buck hugged him and Eddie felt a lump in his throat. He pulled the taller man closer to him

during a hug, one of them pulls the other closer, and nudged his head into the crook of Evan's neck, breathing in his cologne. Buck was stroking his hair and down his back and it was so soothing that Eddie almost feel asleep right there.

''This thing we've got going on, uh, it's pretty nice.'' He chuckled breathlessly, feeling his vision blurb with tears that he was trying really hard to contain.

"Yeah, well, we do a pretty damn good team you and I." Buck said, stepping out of the hug and Eddie suddenly felt cold without the arms of his friends around him.

"Yeah, we really do." He sniffed and then had to contain himself from reaching out and kiss Buck. "I'll, uh, go to sleep now." He murmured awkwardly and walked to his room.

"Okay, Eds, just yell if you need anything. Good night."

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It was well after midnight when he woke up abruptly. He wasn't completely conscious and he was feeling anxious, he was covered in sweat and he felt his heart loud in his chest. He was panting and letting out distressed whimpers and he wasn't completely sure what was going on but he felt terrified.

He looked around. He was in his room. He wasn't bleeding. He wasn't dying. He was fine. Christopher was in the other room. Buck was in the living room. They were all okay. Eddie was fine. He was just fine.

He repeteated over and over again but the panick didn't subdued. He was having trouble breathing and he let out an agonizing sob. His kind was replying his time in Afghanistan and then the shooting and in every scenario Buck was there in front of him, covered in blood and looking crestfallen. It was like a fucking horror movie playing in his head and he couldn't press pause. He couldn't move, he couldn't breath. He could only howled and whimper and beg for it to stop.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay. Eddie, you’re just having a bad dream.” Buck was suddenly there, sitting in the edge of the bed, looking at him with worry and a mixed of sadness and powerlessness that it made him want to throw up.

The sling had moved and the pillows around him were a mess, his shoulder hurt like hell. Everything was wrong. He wasn't fine.

"You're safe. Focus on me. Eddie! Look at me! I'm here! You're safe, darling. You're safe." Buck repeated calmly, his voice a little hoarse but calming anyway, soothing. He reached out and layed a gentle hand on Eddie's bicep. "You're safe with me. I'll protect you."

Eddie started to calm down, slowly, his breathing started to steady. "I'm safe. You're with me. I'm safe." He repeated like a prayer, like those words were his life line.

And after a while, he was okay again. He let out a sigh, long and slow, and all the awful scenarios that were playing in his mind on a loop fade away until there's nothing. Just exhaustion and dreading going back to sleep.

"Let me help you with your sling." Buck whispered, he was only illuminated by the moonlight coming from the window and it made his features look soft and almost ethereal.

"Don't go." He sobbed, still feeling overwhelmed for the nightmares and his almost panick attack. "Please, don't leave me. Buck." He choked up.

"I won't, Eds. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere." He assured gently, rearranging the pillows around him and laying his arm with the sling in a comfortable position.

Buck didn't leave, just like he said, he went to the other side of the bed and lifted the sheetsin order to get under the covers with him. Buck wrapped himself around Eddie, holding him tight but being mindful of his shoulder and yeah, Eddie never felt safer than right there.

"Thank you." He breathed out against Buck's shoulder, his head tugged under his friend's chin and slipped back to sleep, feeling the warm bidy pressed against his and he had this sende of belonging, peace and home that he never wanted to go away.

[painted-crow]

hey so i'm looking to figure my sorting out. i'm p sure of my secondary but honestly i've gone in circles so many times that i'd believe anything lmao

so i guess to start like. i'm fairly sure i'm an idealist, but with a twist. i care about making the world a better place-- i'm kinda infamous among my friends for being a little TOO outspoken about my opinions. on a small scale, i have strong opinions about a lot of things, but on a larger scale... idk. i don't think any one person can know what an ideal world looks like cause there really is no such thing. there are literally countless variables when it comes to implementing even small systems, countless ways to fuck it up, so i don't think i'd be choosing some grand ideal over the people i love anytime soon.

that being said, i think my idealist streak gets directed into something else most of the time. i'm very focused on understanding myself to a fault. i want to know why i do the things i do, why i believe certain things over others. when it comes to my beliefs about the world, they're strong but take it or leave it, but when it comes to myself they are not a good idea to push. i've ended relationships over not feeling like myself with them or feeling like i'm losing myself or they're pushing me to be someone i'm not. i make strong instant decisions about what the "right" thing to do is when it comes to how it impacts my perception of myself, especially with intimate relationships (i'm a lot less impulsive with things like friends and things i'm less personally involved in). i NEED to know who i am, way more than i care about any one specific person or thing. obviously i love people very deeply and would do just about anything to have both, but if i don't know who i am, if i'm not true to myself, then i have nothing. losing people happens.

the issue is, because i'm prone to doing that and not thinking as much about how it'll impact people, i've been called selfish a lot over my lifetime. recently i've started thinking more about how my actions impact people and their feelings, and i'm feeling a lot more torn. i want to do what i want to do, what i feel is best, but i feel immature for doing it a lot. i've started worrying a lot about being a bad person and hurting people, and i've been thinking about how the "right" way to be is. i went through a phase where i was repressing myself to make the "moral" choice, but i just felt so flat. ultimately i realized that it doesn't really matter how good i am if i have to repress myself to get there, cause then all it is is performance. tldr is i feel super guilty for making "selfish" choices rn, especially as i've gotten more aware of other peoples' feelings.

what i think is probably going on is that i'm an idealist primary with a badger model, but i'm not sure between lion and bird, and i'm still open to badger. pretty sure i'm not a snake.

the section on my secondary's gonna be a lot shorter, sorry this got so long! so i'm p sure i'm a badger secondary. considered lion and snake secondary too. whatever i am, i have a p loud lion model over it. i've always had a gift for making people trust me, for acting. i kinda blend in and become what i need to to both help them and get them off my back so i can do what i need to do. i have a serious passion for helping people with tough love (i like to think of myself as a p good advice giver, since i can both tell people what they need to hear and really get in their shoes and be kind where other people might not). i think i judge myself the least when i can kinda toe that line between pushing boundaries and stepping back-- i track where peoples' boundaries are constantly so i can push them to the limit without stepping over them. i'm very fluid when it comes to presentation in reality, even though i think people actually think of me as kinda controversial. i tend to see people who are ACTUALLY overstepping boundaries as lowkey selfish at times, even though i also really respect them. i like to do things the "right" way as long as i give a shit about them. the catch is, i don't want to blend into the background, and i don't think i do. a partner of mine called me a fox cause he noticed the way i constantly toe that line where i can get people to notice me and still keep them off my back, still make them comfortable. i'm also NOT a planner. people constantly give me shit for only ever feeling things out in the moment, and honestly thinking about the future freaks me out. i don't want to plan how i do shit i'd rather just get in the zone and figure it out from there. tldr i'm pretty sure i'm a badger secondary? but i could be convinced of snake. definitely see elements of both but my gut's telling me badger so take that how you will

anyway! thank you so much for taking the time to answer this, i know it's a lot.

also sorry one thing i forgot to add about my secondary! i think my lion model got so loud because when i do the shifty presentation thing, i have a tendency to lose myself and start perceiving myself as whatever i'm presenting. it's made it really hard to figure out who i actually am and so i started just being as clear about it as possible.

for my primary, i really care a lot about being right. i try to take every side into consideration to make sure i get the best conclusion. i can be super stubborn when it comes to certain things, but i don't want to just... hold to perceptions that are wrong. that being said it's important to me to trust my gut and i take it as a big input. i'm very felt out for most things, don't really have a strong system of how to be. i really wanna be able to trust myself but i just don't. i have a big habit of relying on other people to tell me what to think, which is uh. yeah.

Primary

You're a Bird primary with a Lion model, and you're trying on some Badger ideals. That's one of the easier Sorts I've done, lol! Possibly because your primary and models actually House match mine :p

Your reasoning process screams Bird xD and so does your writing style and just the length of the ask. Birds love self-analysis, it's part of how we make sure our systems stay as close to true as we can make them.

You've got some Lion too, but it's a model. It sounds like your Lion and your Bird have come into conflict before, and like most Birds with Lion models, it bugs the snot out of you when your Lion's intuition (which is important data!) doesn't line up with what your Bird knows.

You've prioritized Bird's conclusions before, but (as with many Birds) you don't entirely trust your own system and you're wondering if your Lion might have been right and you should give its reasoning more weight.

Also, you're consciously deciding that maybe Badgers' way of doing things is more moral than yours, and you're pulling in some of those ideals. That doesn't make you a Badger primary. Birds are notorious for this kind of thing actually 😂

The line between whether some ideals you've pulled into your Bird system vs. what counts as a model is fuzzy. It's up to you really, how important those pieces of Badger are to you.

For me, I think the line might be--is it wired into your sense of self on its own, or does it get filtered through your Bird and Lion? It really sounds like your Lion is a strong part of your sense of self: if you ignore its advice, you feel not totally like yourself. You don't have to feel all your models equally strongly, but thinking of it that way might help.

(It's also hard because Birds often feel like they kind of are their systems, or they are their ability to reason, that's a core part of their identity. ...It's complicated.)

Secondary

You sound really really Snakey. I'm not sure where you're getting Badger, actually!

Badgers are more than the mirroring ability. They also bury themselves in work or community, and it can sometimes look like they're neck deep in so many responsibilities that they couldn't possibly handle any more problems--and then they do have a problem, they do need something, and they stand up and all that stuff they were buried in turns out to be armor and tools.

Snakes, otoh, are improvisational and tend to be very aware of their surroundings. Unlike Badgers, the Snake brand of social shapeshifting involves a lot of keeping track of other people's reactions to what they're doing--trying something and then watching the response, then adjusting, rinse and repeat. You turn yourself into exactly the right person for this situation.

Badger mirroring is usually simpler. You reflect the other person's energy back at them: it's an empathetic response that says we're alike, I accept you, you're safe. A lot of Badgers do this without thinking--it can be hard to turn off.

Snakes also don't go in for prep work as much, it tends to trip them up (Snakes with Badger or Bird models notwithstanding). They're Improvisational secondaries, unlike Bird and Badger which are Built and rely heavily on some form of preparation.

The Lion model sounds legit, but just check for yourself: you might be learning to use Snake's neutral state. Snakes will sometimes drop all their layers of acting and maneuvering and suddenly they're just themselves. Different Snakes have different relationships with neutral state. For some Snakes, it's a relief to drop the mask; for others, it feels vulnerable and they only trust certain people with their full authenticity.

It does sound like you really admire Lion secondaries, though, so you might indeed have a model there! This is just something else you could check on.

Hope that helps!

- Paint

[vegetasleftsock]

Ooo matchups? I've never done these before but im intrigued lol could i get uhh platonic DB matchup? I'm 5'2, long-ish blue-black hair and bangs, blind af and wear glasses, also pale af 😂 uhh I'm super introverted and shy but not as much once I get comfortable. Even when I'm comfortable I still prefer to listen rather than talk. I'm really awkward so I never know what to say but I be listening. I also overthink a lot and as a result I get hurt by the most pointless things 😂 let's see uhh I tend to doubt myself a lot, so I really value someone who encourages me to take on that challenge or try that new thing, or that reassures me I did fine when I'm being really hard on myself. I also value someone who can pick up on my "pls help" cues and care enough to check in since I tend to bottle things up out of fear of being a burden. My coping mechanisms hobbies include rewatching the same shows 18373827 times, drawing, and playing the violin. I also love learning things from others, so I like people that don't mind explaining things to me. Uhh I'm not sure what else to add I hope that's enough 😂 thank u friend 💚

Super, my dearest friend. I know what you wanted from this matchup... let me go ahead and disappoint you. Today, I am going to be the mom friend and I am going to give you not what you want, but what I know you deserve.

End thesis.

I’d pair you with...

Gohan!!! Because he’s a freaking sweetheart. Let me explain.

Why

- Gohan loves your personality- and you’re introverted moments are just another piece to his favorite puzzle. Anytime you’re willing talk, he’s all ears. This man will genuinely listen to anything you have to say and he’ll remember it- so your breath will never go to waste.

- BUT he also loves how good of a listener you are. He likes to ponder and go on little tangents about whatever he’s stuck on at the moment. Whether it be philosophy, rules of psychology, politics, science, or just what you’ll be having for dinner that night- he tends to ramble. Gohan knows that he doesn’t have to hold himself back in front of you, because you really can get lost in conversation with him... even if it’s mostly one sided 😂

- Also, I know you didn’t add this because I’m sure it would be too braggadocios for you... but you’re really smart. Aaaaand.... he’s really smart. And big brained biddies need to keep each other company, you know? I think y’all would be really excellent at mentally activating and challenging each other. Nothing is lost upon either of you when it comes to greater thinking and so I think he would be a wonderful partner for you in this aspect.

- The thoughtfulness with this one? A+, absolutely fucking top tier. If you’re ever going through it, but you don’t have the energy to blatantly say, “hi, today I’m dying :)”- he will catch on. You don’t want to talk about it? Fine with him. He’s listened to you when you’ve talked about what makes you comfortable and what makes you happy; so he’s already well prepared to do whatever will brighten your day.

Gohan for you

- Gohan loves that you have goals and ambitions and that sometimes you keep your head down and buckle in to ensure you achieve whatever you’re chasing. He will be your #1 cheerleader. When exams and homework assignments pile up and you feel like you’ve been working from sun rise to sun set, he’ll check in on you ever-so-often. He’ll make breakfast, lunch, and dinner (healthy, but something you still enjoy) so you can focus and perform at your max. You should also expect other sweet gestures like a warm blanket pulled straight from the dryer, water or your favorite drink to sip on, and study breaks filled with naps, snacks, tv-shows, quick walks, and whatever makes you feel refreshed.

- Gohan can definitely be adventurous in the right settings. His training with Piccolo taught him to not be afraid of new things, and that sometimes it’s just better to jump into the water than to give yourself time to slowly adjust. He likes to take that same philosophy with you and he feels like he can really relate to you on that basic level. So anytime you’re interested in trying something new, but you’re too afraid- don’t worry! Gohan will be there for you every step. You might find that your new favorite pass time is trying new things just because of how special this sweetheart makes every experience.

- Any time you feel like you’ve failed yourself, others, or that you have the weight of the world on your shoulders- Gohan is there to take some of that pressure away. He will never let you feel like you’re less than- because he knows that you’re a caring, kind, and genuine person who deserves everything good that comes your way! Whenever you’re sad he likes to give you words of affirmation that make you feel special, needed, wanted, and safe.

- there is not a SINGLE hobby that you have that this man does not get ALL KINDS OF NERDY GIDDY FOR. Obsessing over a show together, sharing bits of writing with each other, and definitely DEFINITELY hearing you play the violin makes Gohan feel like he’s won the jackpot.

A song I feel matches this relationship:

Fly me to the moon - Frank Sinatra

This relationship is just classic, A-tier, reminds me of reading a good book and sitting in a quiet library. Exploration, soft notes, gentle touches, and absolute sweetness.

First date:

Gohan would definitely get take out from a nice restaurant and bring it back to his place so you could enjoy it together in a private & calm setting. After, he shows you he’s set up a pillow fort so you can relax and watch whatever movie/show you’re interested in!

This is no ordinary pillow fort though- this man took HOURS putting this shit together.

Stringlights, sweets and desserts, extra blankets, card games- you name it- he’s thought of it.

....

@supersaiyantist I hope you loved this!!! Thanks for submitting, friend :) 💖

[mrhrmrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr]

Hiii could I please get bnha & haikyuu matchup? Preferably with males pls. My pronouns are she/her. I am 5’4, an ambivert and a Latina. My enneagram is type 4. I have pale skin, mid-length brown wavy hair with bangs, and hazel eyes. I am described as someone who comes off as cold or aloof when I’m around people I don’t know. After getting to know me, I am the complete opposite. I’m just a bit shy at first lol. My friends have told me that I give good advice but like to joke about my stubbornness. I like to make people laugh and try to make the best of any situation. However I have a hard time expressing my emotions. I’m also described as easy going and fun to be around. I also love animals especially dogs.

I am a hip hop dancer and love to perform. Dance to me is very freeing and I'm usually dancing anywhere anytime haha. I choreograph a lot as well. I also enjoy reading could vary from manga to non-fiction. I love music especially hip hop, rap, & reggaeton. I also love to write music/poetry. At one point I was composing 2-3 songs a day but lately I've lost my creative streak. I never show anybody though since I’m really shy about it. I'd love to one day tho! I can be playful and love to tease my friends. I also really like to eat and travel. I am a bit of a homebody but I enjoy hiking because of the exercise. I really enjoy having deep conversations. I can’t stand people who bully others and people who are fake. I like to be honest and helpful in any way I can. My style is usually anything comfy/casual and I don’t really like wearing skirts or dresses. I speak English and Spanish (learning Japanese & Portuguese). I would love to learn ASL and Hawaiian one day as well. I enjoy watching crime investigations, probably one of my favorite things to watch.

I don’t really any fears, just not being able to accomplish my goals/dreams. I tend to daydream a lot and I’m also a big procrastinator 😭. I'm usually in my head a lot which tires me a bit. Alone time for me is definitely important. I would say my love languages are words of affirmation and physical touch. I’m usually really cold towards the person I like lol. Only because I test the waters to see if I should spend time and energy on them. I tend to be a bit jealous/possessive, not in an unhealthy way though. Just wouldn’t match with someone who is very flirty with other people lol. What I look for in a partner is someone that is selfless, mature and has depth to them. Also if they are really accepting because I’ve never had that growing up. I'm a bit touch starved lol. Thank you so much 💖💗💕

tl;dr Hinata Shoyo thinks your really cool and supports your goals/you in general fully. Tamaki Amajiki thought you were scary at first, but once you warmed up to each other he ally admires you, and thinks your cute.

Hope this is alright, still new to the whole matchup thing:

Haikyū!!:

I give you…One Shoyo Hinata

He may not always be the most mature person, even in the Haikyū timeskip, but he makes up for it in other ways.

You would probably meet after his first year, probably sometime between end of his second-timeskip around 2018.

Really depends on where you are, I won’t go to into detail seeing as some people might not want spoilers, I will put any spoilers down below the cut at the end of this.

If it’s during high school still, you might be a new manager for Karasuno, or even the manager of another team they are having a practice match with.

Just some things…:

> would love that you can speak multiple languages, he thinks it’s so cool that you can communicate to all kinds of people, and he’d probably ask you to teach him a little bit as well

> he probably wouldn’t care if you were ever distant/cold, he understands that it takes time for people to warm up to each other, (Kageyama, Kenma even, good examples there)

> if you told him/he saw/you showed him your dancing, he would probably be open jawed thinking stuff like “that- is so freaking cool!!!” yeah- mental exclamation marks.

> if you showed him how to do a couple moves? amazing, he’s gonna brag and go show his teammates tomorrow at practice what he learned how to do

> sometimes he can be a bit energy draining, but if you tell him you need alone time? he understands completely and will give you your time (might be a bit impatient in waiting for you to send him a message saying hi but he respects that all fully.)

> this dude would be so freaking supportive of you- I will go more on this below the cut for manga spoilers- but he’d just think your one of the coolest people ever

> if you do warm up to him, and decide “this is alright” he’d smile so big and just- hug you so tightly because he’s so happy you feel comfortable around him

> being the kind of person he is, he totally understands you wanting to pursue your dreams. he’d support you, your hobbies, all of it.

> if you told him about your song writing + that you’ve been a bit out of it in your writing he would beg you to let him read or hear some of your work (if you said no he’d understand but he’d still in his mind hope someday maybe you would), he’d ask if you wanted him to try and give you some inspiration, his first answer being “Volleyball!”

> he’s so freaking cuddly once he knows if your comfy with that, he’d hug you, hold you hand, all of that

> start of your relationship he’d definitely be blushy and a bit shy (girls though amiright?)

> he’d watch crime shows with you for sure, he might not share the same love for them, but he loves to cuddle up with you to watch them, he might play with your hair, he just likes to be near you to be honest

> he just thinks your freaking cool and really pretty

BNHA:

Ah hmmm…I give you one Tamaki Amajiki?

Its quite the flip around from Hinata but hear me out….

You are probably also a hero-in-training. You might training to be a more rescue based hero, knowing multiple languages you’d be good at containing a scary situation/containing the crowd. Good at calming people down to evacuate or get to safety..

When you meet to be honest he thought you were scary, shivering in his shoes,

as he gets to know you though, whether it’s from observing you or because Mirio or Nejire have tagged you along with them so he had no choice really-

he finds your not all that scary! The other too can be exhausting so you might drift off towards him for a chiller vibe…

Just some things:

> you’d probably bond over food a bit, and both having the want to stick up for others, (or a dislike for meanies).

> it would take a while for you Both to warm up to each other much/fully, but when you do its quite great

> A slower relationship for sure I think, even once your both more comfortable with each other, not a whole lot of affection at first though

> if you first initiated any affection (verbal or physical), he’d probably be a blushing mess, don’t worry though, he finds it easier to show not tell, so once you’ve talked about it to each other and he’s gotten reassurance from his friends, he’d probably be much more affectionate

> probably lots of comforting, cuddles, not a lot of public affection- he’d rather keep it behind closed doors. when your alone he loves to hold you hand or just pat your head, mostly small things but baby steps matter

> if you tell/show him your dancing he might be intimidate, he’d think it’s cool but he’d definitely have a little bit of a mindset about you like he does with Mirio, he loves and supports your dancing fully though

> same with your writing- if you showed him he would probably think “oh well now i have to add to my list of reasons my s/o is amazing.”

> food dates + movies/tv shows probably, he’d watch crime shows with you, he thinks they are interesting, he mostly loves the look on your face when your doing/watching something you love

> definitely lots of comforting him when he’s anxious

> he likes it when you speak in languages he doesn’t speak, he also likes to try and mentally guess what he thinks your saying

> you both need your alone time, so he gets that and respects your space, he hopes you’ll do the same

> he really understands your want to fulfill your dreams and goals, and he really admires you and thinks your really cute.

this was a little rushed and I probably could have found better characters-

hope this is alright if you want a re-match I can do that for sure <3

timeskip!hinata/manga spoilers below the cut

if you meet after high school:

> you both can speak similar language! (assuming that in this made up universe you have already learned how to speak the rest on your list..)

> imagine that cuddly hinata- but better. it’s the timeskip beef all the characters got like—

> if you met/were together when he was doing beach training, he would definitely try and teach you a bit of beach volleyball/indoors as well.

>when he goes back to japan and joins msby? you probably moved over there with him, if not you can probably make a long distance relationship work just fine

> he would brag to his new teammates so freaking much about you too, especially about your dance skills and how many languages you speak

> he’s just really proud of you tbh

> he understands your want to succeed/ achieve your dreams/goals, I mean he moved to freaking Brazil to help him achieve his, so i think he definitely relates

[alias-b]

Idk if you're done this already but you did it for your other couples, can we get a nsfw alphabet for Billy and Evie? Pretty pretty please💘

Oh my gosh!! You’re right, I haven’t done one for them!! Well let’s fix that right now, shall we?? And I’ll try to make it different from the Billy/Cam one but Billy is still Billy lol Okay! So here goes.

Dirty Alphabet for Billy Hargrove and Evie Fenny! My lovely plus size oc xoxo Thank you so much for asking!! 📌💝🍓💝

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

   Evie isn’t used to being touched so abrasively and Billy is the overstimulation king!! She might get a little shy in the lazy post-sex haze as everything sets in, but they’ll sorta of curl into each other and cling bc they’re both super overwhelmed and unable to look at each other sometimes.

   She tries to hold Billy a lot and it takes him some getting used to bc he’s conditioned to sexual and violent touch only. Billy is a Super Tease and will run his fingertips and mouth over her skin bc his girl is Extra Sensitive and he loves the way she whines and shivers and squirms. Chances are he’ll try to initiate another round.😘

   After being together a bit, it’ll be easier to deal with all the emotions and spoon afterward tho! Evie will start to cover his face, neck, and chest in kisses and he’ll mirror it until they’re twisting together and curling up to sleep. Stage five clingers.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

   Evie’s been caught staring at Billy’s muscled thighs....a lot. So LOWKEY them. She loooooooves to straddle his big hard thigh and maybe ride it during make outs. He’s all encouragement. Also his hands are to DIE for and his sensitive neck. Prime kissy places for Evie to ravish him and it always catches him off guard.

   Billy actually has trouble choosing as he gets to know her body, he loves to just look at her and run his hands along all her soft curves and make her feel like a goddess bc she deserves it. As much as he loves being flashed, Billy is a hips/ass guy. Loves to grab her and dig his fingers into her skin and position her however he likes. Loves to also rest his cheek on her inner thigh when he’s teasing as they’re lying together. Also likes to spank and pinch her tushy anytime he likes. Esp in public she she gets all squealy and red in the cheeks.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

   Billy is so gross. We’ll start there.

   Boy will cum on her tits and lick it off and massage her flesh and gather it to make her suck it off his fingers too. He’ll eat her out after coming inside her and let her p much spit into his mouth after she blows him.

He does not give a Fuck. Also seeing his cum leak out of her when she’s all fucked out and wet and puffy...that’s hot. He will cum on anything and he wants to blow his load on her tits so bad. He also doesn’t like to wash his hands after fingering her and will spend time after just licking his digits clean. He grOSS.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

  Evie thinks about Billy fucking her in public places a lot when they’re out and about and she will NEVER admit to how much she thinks about sex with him even in their early days when they quarreled lol

   Billy doesn’t keep a lot of dirty secrets bc he’s just gonna tell Evie his every depraved thought. But!! He wants to make nasty porn with her so bad. Photos esp so he can keep her in a little box in his dresser maybe with something she wore once that was lacy. He wants pics of her in lingerie. Naked. Spread. Fucked. Every which way. The boy will pay for it.

   ***Also.....he has a couple explicit fantasies he doesn’t share.... One having to do with just gross “i caught you, now I get to fuck you as hard as I want” sex between them. Another and the bigger one...I think he fantasized once about her pegging him.....and being dominating him super hard by Evie. He wants to be bratty af and have her to step on him basically.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

   Billy has Mucho Experience. Almost too much to the point of he has to work harder to figure out what Evie likes and get out of his head lmao Evie has had a few past relationships and she likes sex and is getting more comfortable with it so there isn’t a huge difference!!

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

   Billy likes to be on top bc he’s such a show off. He doesn’t know this about Evie yet but....she also wants to be on top bc she’s a control freak. So that’ll be funny when they actually get down to bizness. But, I think Billy later learns quick that watching her ride him is so hot. Gripping her hips and bucking to meet her and sitting up to bit her neck or suck titty. Ooohh, he’ll adore it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

   They laugh a lot!! In heated moments of emotion, they’ll go quiet and serious, but Billy and Evie both like to have fun during sex. They like to joke and roll around. Billy is a pornstar who NEVER shuts up so he’s spinning dirty lines and she’ll roast him for it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

   Carpet and drapes match! Billy is expertly groomed and trimmed nicely. He looked pretty and golden and immaculate down there. Annoying. Evie actually does some trimming and what not to look cleaner down there, but she’s hairier than him and he doesn’t mind! They’re both all about hygiene and perfumes and lotions and oils so they’re p fresh all the time. Although, I’m p sure Evie will complain when she blows him and tastes his cologne and tells him to ease up on that lmao

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

   Billy is superrr into body worship which just gives Evie crazy whiplash. He takes time to marvel at her and appreciate her and she’s NOT used to that and gets super blushy and almost can’t look at him. Being a bigger girl, she’s still on that self comfort journey and he’s happy to assist! He’s super grabby and touchy and they both are all about kissing everywhereee.

   On Evie’s end, she gets so soft with him and he’s overwhelmed a lot by that. Her kissing his wrists and cheeks and holding him. Massaging him and running her fingers down his back. Billy really needs time to get used to it and she’s fine with that.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

   Hell yeah. They actually love to watch each other get off. Phone sex was the tip of the iceberg. Although, Billy does say that if he had it his way, she wouldn’t get herself off and instead she’d come to him and let him make her come when she wants it. Possessive boi.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

   It startles her at first, but Evie looooves when Billy picks her up and drags her all over the bed. She didn’t think he could and he took that as a dare to heart and he lifts more and she feels his muscles BULGE and loves it. Watching him work out super turns her on and they usually end up having gross sex before he can finish if she’s there to watch. Which Billy loves being watched by her xx He’s gonna eat her out on that weight bench too, mark my words.

   He also, as mentioned before, has a Super praise kink. He’s goal is to make Evie louder in bed. He wants her to talk too & maybe order him around a bit. He loves being on his knees, pushing her skirt up, holding her thighs in place before he starts to teasingly eat her while she still as her panties on. Also bonus points if they’re being sexual and teasy in a public or semi public spot.

   Also Billy wants to fuck her tits so bad. I said it sorta before, but I’m saying it againnnn.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

   Billy: Anywhere. Literally anywhere. I don’t give a Fuck. 💦

   Evie gets more adventurous with him, but she likes just being in an empty house so they can be loud. Lowkey, I think Billy enjoys the thrill of someone being home bc it’s cute watching Evie try to be quiet while he pleasures her. He might help her out by stuffing his fingers in her mouth *wink wink*

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

   Billy is always revved up tbh. Seeing Evie do anything, he can make it sexual. It’s the Brain Sex Rot. Evie starts to feel it in the air if he keeps just looking intently at her. They eye fuck a lot.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

   Evie is okay with being held down but no like ropes or anything. Neither will be spanked by belts. Hands only. Billy will never hit her in the face too and she wouldn’t be into that either. Also Evie’s never ever gonna be into food play, it’d make her wildly uncomfortable.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

   Billy already rubbing his hands together planning his tongue’s assault on Evie’s clit. He is shamelessly and proudly into giving oral and will spend all the time he needs down there making her his. Billy’s “get what he wants move” usually starts with kissing up her thigh and then some. 👅 Finally, for him, he wants Evie to sit on his face so bad, it’ll take some time to get there tho

   Evie mentioned this, but she actually really likes to give skilled head. They both are hair pullers so that works too. xx Evie wants to hold his hips and kiss his pretty thighs and let him fuck her mouth against something. Billy’s so sweet to about it, always making sure she’s comfortable, praising her, and kissing her after with tongue.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

  I think this just depends on the mood!! More likely to be fast and rough. When they get slow and sensual, emotions spike and overwhelm and sometimes that’s just too much to handle.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

   Evie isn’t the biggest fan of quickies bc she likes to be able to relax and clean up properly afterward. Billy disagrees bc he’s a dirty little dick pig and he’ll take her to pound town any hour of the day. 💞

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

   Oh, they deffo will take risks and experiment!! They’re young and horny and super into each other. Go raw.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

   Billy has some wild stamina that Evie doesn’t always match. With his coaxing and encouragement, she might be able to go a couple rounds. But, I think Evie wants like crazy foreplay and then one amazing sex round and then cuddling. Whereas Billy can have his insatiable nights and try to work a couple climaxes out of her. However he wont push and this works out fine bc they can also wake each other up with sex during the night too!! 😉

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

   Evie and Heather deffo bought toys together and used them and called each other after like “girl hfjhkejr!!!” lmao. Billy prefers to just be the toy himself bc of his Boy Pride. I think Spencers will be a fav store of my teens when Starcourt opens....... But, Billy would like to use toys on Evie like he’s performing an exorcism and I mentioned this but......someone peg this bratty boy.....

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

   Billy Hargrove is such a shit. He’s constantly trying to tease is pretty plush gf, but I think he underestimates how hard she can match him so they’ll end the night tearing each other up.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

   Evie always tries not to make too much sound, until Billy makes it his mission to stop all of that. He’s pornographically loud and longs for Evie to match that. If he can get her to cry out while she’s holding back...that makes him V Happy.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

   Evie likes lingerie and cute matching undergarments even if no one sees it. She likes feeling the lace under her clothes and that naughty thrill like she has a secret. She’s a big girl and she dresses for HERSELF. Also, I’ve done this before.....leaving lipstick kisses on Billy’s clothing and skin. He does not try to wash it off lmao he adores being marked by his gf. Lastly, Billy is totally a biter and he wants to sink his teeth into her chest and ass so bad.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

   Imma just leave this here bc Billy is mad fat and he knows it and he walks around like he is so everyone else knows it.

   Evie’s so shy at first with him, bc he looks like Apollo and he hasn’t been with a big girl and she has boobs and tummy and thighs and love handles and she gets worried about angles but Billy is so keen to touch her, that a lot of her fears melt away.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

   Big Huge. They’re nasty. Evie is not exempt from this bc she is as bad as him even if she pretends like she isn’t. Girls can be dick pigs too just as much as boys and she is NOT that stereotype fat girls often get being a super shy virgin type.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

   Unless they’ve been going a long time, they both actually stay up for a bit after. ((I think they both just have sleep issues anyways.)) Either spooning or talking or getting up to finish the day lol but they really enjoy lying there together and fighting to stay awake so they can chat and enjoy each other’s company before falling asleep all cozy and secure. That’s what they really get out of each other is security. 💘💘💘 

**This was so much fun!!! And I’m always happy to take horny asks or requests for Billy & Evie. You never know what I can put into the fic or what I can make a smutty one shot out of. Thank you!!!

[imaginedevildom]

Lucifer A-Z NSFW Headcanons

Hey guys so since I’ve gotten a few requests for all boys for the A-Z nsfw stuff I’m just going to do all of them for all the brothers going from oldest to youngest.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Lucifer is known as the sadistic first born, so you know you’re in for rough ride anytime you go to bed with him. On the flipside of that though, he’s also the king of aftercare. He’ll start by getting a washcloth and cleaning you up. Then he would make sure to properly care for any bruises and cuts he gave you.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s)

           As the avatar of pride there’s not a single part of himself that he doesn’t like. He used to be incredibly proud of his wings before his fall but has since grown fond of his horns. He loves his partner’s lips the mouth. He likes to watch how they look as he rings whines and moans out of them. He also enjoys how your lips look parted around his cock.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

           Lucifer is probably one of the more possessive brothers, so he enjoys coming inside of you as a way to mark you as his.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Lucifer has been around the block a few times and is an experienced dom. Has way more experience with hookups than he does with long lasting relationships.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Very serious, any humor on his part comes from him being amused by teasing you

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Lucifer keeps everything well-groomed but doesn’t go over the top with styles or dyeing I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

Lucifer is well known for being cold and aloof while in public and a little softer while on the phone or texting. Sex with Lucifer is very intimate since he pretty much demands that you bare all of yourself to him in your intimate moments

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Jacks off more than you may initially think. When you’re in a relationship with him he doesn’t hesitate to just take you to bed when hes feeling pent up. If you’re not in a relationship he jacks off a lot because he denies how he feels a lot and his pride won’t allow him to admit that he wants you and therefore will never approach you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Brat taming- While Lucifer loves an obedient partner he, won’t deny that there’s just something exciting about taking someone strong willed and bending them to his desires.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Loves fucking you in his office after a long day of work.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Anytime you misbehave and open an opportunity for him to punish you really gets him going.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

As a demon and a sadist there’s not too many things that are going to immediately send him running for the hills. His biggest no is probably anything that his him submitting to his partner, he’s too much of a control freak to really be ok with giving up too much control.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Oral is not one of his favorite things but when it happens it’s usually as a form of control. When he receives oral, he likes you on your knees with his hands in your hair as he slowly fucks your throat. When he gives it, he likes you on your back begging for him as he teases you. P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Most of the time he likes it fast and rough but likes to switch to soft and slow in the middle to throw you off and tease you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

           Quickies are not a huge favorite of his since they don’t give him a lot of time to drive you nuts before he fucks you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Lucifer is 100% down to experiment, especially if its because you want to push the limits of what you’re ok with as a sub.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Lucifer has stamina for days. He can last for quite a while after cumming but bounces back fairly quickly after a round.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

As a dom the toys he’s most fond of things like riding crops, blindfolds, and handcuffs.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Lucifer is probably the biggest tease of the 7 brothers. He loves to blindfold and gently trail his hands or whip over body before surprising with a quick jolt of pain. V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Lucifer is quiet until he’s comes and then he starts panting and swearing more than you would ever normally hear from him. Also, while he doesn’t make a lot of noise he is still very vocal in bed.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He has a slight hand fixation and loves seeing take his fingers in your mouth and treat them the same way you would treat his dick.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s a little on the longer size even for demons, so I’d say he’s around 8 inches long. He’s not super thick but the length makes up for it.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Lucifer has a moderate sex drive. He enjoys sex a lot but more often than not he’s content to wait for you start things unless you do something that really gets him going

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

           The man is all but confirmed to be a chronic insomniac so most of the time he just stays with you until you fall asleep and then gets cleaned up and goes back to whatever he was doing before you got intimate. However, if he’s actively trying to get to sleep, a good round of fucking is normally enough to push him over the edge into sleepiness and he’ll fall asleep with you.

[edspageds]

I’d love a “I think we were too loud last night” !!!

Prompt: “I think we were too loud last night”

Ship: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier - Reddie

Rating: M

I had more of a funny idea for this one, so hope you like!

Send me your prompts! <3

Eddie awkwardly shovels another spoon full of sweet potatoes into his mouth. The normally delicious meal turning to ash on his tongue. Mr. and Mrs. Tozier carving into the holiday ham like they didn’t hear Eddie cum all over the guestroom desk (Or, Richie’s Room, as his husband insists it be called. Despite everything Richie related having been purged from the room for years in favor of doilies and colourful fake flowers and anything else you’d expect an elderly women to collect.) Either their hearing really is starting to go, or the two of them have the ability to keep remarkably straight faces. 

He didn’t think anything of it at first. Richie’s fingers in his mouth, pressing down on his tongue mostly muffled his sounds, save the ‘thump, thump, thump’ of the desk nudging into the wall on each thrust. 

But, mostly muffled still isn’t quiet. 

It’s not until he’s downstairs the next day, helping Mr. Tozier peel potatoes for this very meal, hearing Richie hum in the shower a full floor away like he’s in the next room that he realizes his horrible mistake.

“So, uh. Do. Do you normally hear things that well?”

Idle conversation Eddie, just idle conversation. 

Wentworth smiles innocently enough, and Eddie isn’t sure if he’s mocking him or not. “You bet your fur!”

He says like it’s some inside joke to say an old timey saying no one uses anymore. “If I knew the kind of boy we’d be raising! Should have listened when they told us these walls were thin. Thought it’d help hear when that boy was up to trouble. But, it mostly wakes us up anytime someone flushes, ha! You learn to tune it out, like a sleep-sound.”

Which means he heard. He heard them, and is just being polite with the best poker face Eddie’s ever seen. Or, he mistook the sounds for something else. Maybe the ‘thump, thump, thump’ could be mistaken for the rattling of pipes. 

Yeah, but what the hell did they think his moaning was? Fucking cats in heat?

Especially when Richie pulled out, his cheeks clenching around the void left by his cock. Only to be replace by his fingers, fucking his-

“Cream? For your potatoes, dear, does it need more? I’m worried it was a touch dry.”

Eddie chokes on a grin. “Nope. I’m good. It’s good. De-lici-ous”

Richie, however, shoves food into his gullet like he doesn’t know the meaning of shame. His whole plate scrambled together into who knows what, gravy on potatoes, on meat, on stuffing. 

Which. Okay. It’s Richie, so that’s probably true. But, his parents heard them fucking, and Eddie can’t be the only one freaking out about that here.

And how can they just smile through a meal, knowing this? Eddie knows they know. If this were reversed, and they were at Sonia’s, she would have pulled Richie out of the house by his ear and thrown him on the lawn. Making a nice spectacle for all the families on their street home for the holidays. 

Eddie lasts maybe two seconds after Mr. Tozier heads to the kitchen to get the desert, and Mrs. Tozier insists on taking their plates and refuses even the notion of help before he’s whispering harshly to Richie. “What the fuck?”

If Eddie could read Richie’s mind (a small mercy that no one can), he’d hear him run through a check list of all of Eddie’s angry expressions. And, also wonder if it’s worth it to burp like he was going to, or if Eddie will pinch him in the side for being gross. But, he also kinda wants Eddie to pinch him in the side, cause he likes the attention, and Eddie never actually hurts him when he does it. It’s just nice to feel his touch, like an overgrown cat, he preens into it no matter how small. 

Richie’s mind races ahead of his mouth, that matches his thoughts in a rather eloquent “Uh...?”

Eddie huffs leaning in close, eyes on the door like a whole circus is about to bust in. “I think we were too loud last night!” He hisses.

The ornate grandfather clock tick-tocks in the silence.

“Wha-pfft- no, Eds. Baby, holy shit, see my parents-”

Mrs. Tozier walks in and Eddie slams a kiss to Richie’s mouth to shut him up. Richie melts into it, overfull and stated from the meal, warmth exploding in bubbling pops in his gut. Which works perfectly as his face was already bright red, but at least now he as an excuse when he pulls back to meet Maggie’s soft eyes. 

“You know, I’m so happy my Richie found you again. You boys were always so close, it’s nice to see some things don’t change.”

Eddie flushes red for a reason that isn’t embarrassment for the first time this evening. 

Maggie takes her seat, and Wentworth follows right after, pie in one hand, ice cream in the other. And the tender familial moment is enough to think, maybe he should just let it go. Clearly neither Tozier parent were willing to bring it up, and they didn’t seem in the least uncomfortable. Far be it for Eddie to ruin such a wholesome moment.

Oh no, that’s what his husband is for.

“So,” Richie says so casually between mouthfuls of fresh strawberry rhubarb pie Eddie doesn’t see the warning sign. “You hear us fucking last night?”

Maggie chokes, admonishing him like it’s second nature. “Richie, language!”

Wentworth doesn’t even bat an eye, speaking with a full mouth. “Oh, no trouble like that son. Couldn’t hear you over knocking boots with your mom.” He winks in a very Richie way and Eddie is horrified to learn it’s inherited.

They share a good laugh, and Richie just smiles like he knows an even bigger joke in all this. “Still keeping the corks in? You know you’ll have a break in one day and won’t hear a thing.”

“The only breaks we have to worry about here, is break outs from the hoosegow. Still got a bounty on one Richie the Kid.”

Eddie wants to thump his head on the table, but Richie places a comforting hand on his thigh, the warmth soothing him. “Hear he goes by Richie the Man now. Keep the feelers out tonight, he’s got a partner-in-crime, and that ones a wild stallion, and their known to be loud.”

His eyes say it all, but he laughs innocently enough while Eddie wants to smother them both under twenty-three blankets.

Eddie would like to say he had the self-restraint to be respectful after that, even if they couldn’t be heard, it’s still a risk. (As if that wasn’t half the fun.)

Besides, as Richie said, he can’t help it. 

This stallions a loud one.

[freddiesaysalright]

Dancing With Ben Week 9

A Ben Hardy x Reader Fic A Night at the Movies - Quickstep

Summary: Reader is one of the pro dancers on Dancing With the Stars. It’s her second season on the show, and this time, her partner is none other than Ben Hardy. Will they win the Mirror Ball? Maybe they’ll win something even more meaningful!

Word Count: 3.7K

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A/N: Kinda angsty this chapter, but I hope y’all like! Next chapter, we’re gonna meet someone in Y/N’s life and learn more about her so I hope you’re excited for that!

Week 1  Week 2  Week 3  Week 4 Week 5  Week 6  Week 7  Week 8

Week 9 here we go!!!

When you woke up the next day, still in Ben’s embrace, you smiled to yourself. You felt so in love. Like you could burst into song at any moment. It was that feeling you saw in the movies and heard about in songs. Now you had it for yourself. You had never felt this way about a boyfriend. It scared you a little to have fallen so hard and so quickly, but it also thrilled you. It was Ben, after all. And you trusted him completely. 

He stirred awake shortly after you. His smile matched your own. 

“Good morning,” he said groggily. 

“Morning,” you returned, stretching to peck him on the lips. 

“Wish we didn’t have to go to rehearsal today,” he said, snuggling impossibly closer to you. 

“Me too,” you said with a sigh. “But at least we’ll be together.”

“Only I can’t kiss you,” he pointed out. 

“Well then, you’ll need to get all your kissing in now,” you teased. 

He rolled on top of you and you giggled before he pressed his lips into yours. It was a hot, lazy kiss. But everything was still there from the night before. The passion you both felt. The deep care. 

“Mmm, baby,” you hummed. “We’re gonna be late.”

“Who cares?” he mumbled back. 

He just pressed his lips to your neck. You sighed and pushed him gently off you. 

“Come on,” you said. “We gotta get up.”

He groaned but you got up together. When you got to your feet you winced a bit.

“You alright?” he asked.  

“Ben,” you said with disbelief. “I’m a little sore.”

The smug look on his face made you roll your eyes. 

“Shut up,” you laughed. “It’s just been a while.”

“How long?” he asked. 

You looked at the floor as you tugged on your leggings. “I don’t wanna say.”

He pulled his gym shorts on. “How long?”

“A year,” you admitted, throwing on a sports bra and shirt. 

His mouth fell open. “A year?! I have a hard time believing that.”

“It’s true,” you insisted as a blush spread across your cheeks. 

He sat on the bed and pulled you onto his lap. 

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he said, kissing your cheek. “Although you are awfully cute when you blush.” 

You kissed him. He inhaled deeply as you moved your lips together, lacing his fingers in your hair. When you broke apart, you were both breathless and smiling. 

“You sure you don’t want an orgasm to start your day?” he teased.

“Well, one can’t hurt,” you replied with a playful shrug. 

He gave you three. 

When you walked into rehearsal, you were somewhere between having too much energy and being completely exhausted. Your body was tired but your heart was ready to dance and dance and dance. 

“What have we got this week, coach?” he asked after you both had your mics on. 

You smiled. “I think this week’s theme is right up your alley,” you said. “A night at the movies.”

“Oh, I do like that,” he said. “And what style of dance have we got?”

“Quickstep,” you told him. “It’s a lot of energy so I hope you’re ready.”

“I think it’s safe to say I’ve got more energy than you this morning,” he said with a wink. 

You struggled to keep a relaxed expression since you couldn’t give away anything in front of the cameras. When he winked at you with that smirk on his face you wanted to kiss him so bad, and really see who had more energy than who. 

You cleared your throat. “Well. Basics of quickstep, let’s get started.” 

The lighthearted mood of the morning was dampened a little when Ben struggled with the quickstep. You had to take the steps extremely slow, really breaking them down. You had to guide his body with your hands several times, and still he would miss a movement. He sighed in frustration and called for a break. 

“It’s okay,” you said as you sipped your water. “Quickstep is difficult. Even faster than the jive. No one gets it on their first try.”

He only nodded. You put a comforting hand on his shoulder. 

“You’ll get there,” you said soothingly. “Remember you weren’t perfect at the samba at first. But you had it down by the end of the week.”

“This is a lot more difficult,” he said. 

“It is but I believe in you,” you told him. “You can do this.”

You started again, but still he wasn’t getting it. Progress was slower on this one than on any dance you had previously done. For some reason, Ben just couldn’t get there. The longer it went on, the more frustrated he became. He was getting to a point where he was acting unpleasant. 

“Ben, relax,” you said, trying not to sound as irritated as your felt. You took another break. Rehearsal had already run fairly late into the evening. “It’s only the first day. You don’t have to beat yourself up.”

“I just don’t know why I’m struggling so much with this,” he complained. 

“We still have a whole week to make it work,” you said. 

“I already feel behind,” he said. 

“I get it,” you returned. “But please. Trust me when I say this doesn’t make you a bad dancer or a failure, okay?”

He nodded but said nothing. You tried to read his expression, but couldn’t. You looked at your watch and saw that it was almost eleven. 

“Let’s call it a night,” you suggested. “I don’t think there’s anything else we can do right now.”

Again, he only nodded. The crew seemed relieved that you were ending your rehearsal at last and they could also go home. You took off your mic packs and started to gather your things. You and Ben walked silently out to your car. He didn’t even hold your hand or anything. You began to wonder if last night was a mistake. That you had tainted the partnership now that you had slept together. The thought made your hands shake as you started the engine and Ben slid into the passenger seat. 

“I think I’m gonna stay at the hotel tonight,” he said. “Get some rest.”

That stung. Tears pricked your eyes but you blinked them away. 

“Okay,” you said, your voice a few octaves higher than usual. 

In silence, you drove him to his hotel. When you pulled up to the lobby, you looked over at him at last. 

“Have I done something wrong?” you asked. 

“No, not at all,” he assured you. “I’m just...I don’t think I’d be very good company tonight.”

“You were kinda grumpy,” you said, trying to lighten the mood, but he didn’t laugh. 

“Good night, love,” he said, leaning over to kiss your lips lightly. 

“Good night,” you returned. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” he replied with a weak smile. 

He climbed out of the car and shut the door before you could say anymore. You watched him walk up to the door. He turned to give you one last wave before he disappeared inside. You could feel how ingenuine it was. It was like he was forcing himself to be your boyfriend right now. Your heart rate quickened at this and you began to panic. You felt a wave of guilt wash over you. How could you have let this happen? 

When you got back to your apartment, you were sobbing. Tears just streamed down your cheeks as your threw the door open and retreated into your bedroom. You flopped onto the bed, opened your phone, and called the one person you could trust to talk about this. 

“Y/N?” said James sleepily when he picked up. 

“Sorry I woke you,” you blubbered. 

“What happened?”

You explained everything to him. He listened patiently because you were getting so emotional that you had to stop frequently to take deep breaths and settle yourself. When you were finished, he waited a moment before speaking so you could add any last minute details. When you didn’t, he spoke. 

“Y/N, I think you’re overanalyzing this,” he said. “I mean, maybe he really was just tired.”

“I mean, I was tired too, but I still wanted to be with him,” you replied. 

“I know, honey, but you hadn’t just struggled through a dance all day,” he continued. “He probably just needs his space. He’s tired, he’s frustrated, and not feeling great about himself. Let him process this.”

“Okay,” you whimpered, wiping your nose on your sheets. 

“I know how much you want to be there for him, Y/N,” he said. “But sometimes the best support is from a distance.”

“That makes sense,” you said. “I was just so worried that I ruined everything.”

“Didn’t he kiss you first?” he reminded you. “Besides, a relationship is a thing created and maintained by two people. Sex requires the participation of you and your partner. You alone did not mess anything up. If anything is ruined - which I doubt - it’s on Ben too.”

“Okay,” you said again. “Thank you, James. You always know what to say.”

“Anytime, Y/N,” he replied. “And don’t worry, not a word of this is leaving my room. I won’t even tell my boyfriend.”

You sighed with relief. “Thank you.”

“Look, you’ve kept my biggest secret,” he said. “I’d never betray yours.”

“I love you so much,” you told him. 

“I love you too,” he returned. “Now go to sleep. I think you need it.”

You said goodnight and hung up. You looked at your phone a moment longer. James had calmed you down, but you were still a little freaked out. You texted Ben just a kissing face emoji. Two minutes later he sent back a heart. That eased your mind. You could finally go to sleep. 

The next day, Ben arrived at rehearsal in better spirits. He gave you a warm hug and then you got right into stretches and warm ups. As you started the dance, he had improved. You looked at him, surprised. 

“Did you practice after rehearsal?” you asked. 

He looked at the floor shyly. “Well, yeah. I tried to recreate everything you’d shown me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you wondered. “I could have helped some more.”

“I just needed to figure it out,” he said with a shrug. 

“Well, you’ve gotten better,” you said. “Are you ready to get into the routine now?”

“Yeah, definitely,” he returned. 

“Okay, great!” you said. “So, today, it’ll just be the two of us but for the routine I have in mind, we’ll need some help from members of the troupe. Well, Gleb and Artem are helping. Brittney and Hailey are troupe members and they’ll be with us too.”

“Alright,” he said with a smile. 

As you got into the choreography, though, it got hard again. The pace was fast. He seemed to be trying very hard not to slip into the mood he was in the previous day, but his annoyance was clear. His mouth turned down and he was huffing a lot. He swore under his breath each time he missed a step or a turn. 

“It’s okay,” you assured him. “We’ll go through it again, slower this time.”

And you would. Step by step, count by count, you taught him the routine. It was grueling and tough as Ben got harder on himself, but you bolstered him as much as you could. If you were being honest, it was getting on your nerves that he was putting so much pressure on himself. If he could get out of that cycle, he could probably learn it better. But he was setting himself up for the mental block every time he lost his cool. 

“Ben,” you said when you came to a stop. “You’re not making this easier on yourself by getting all frustrated.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m struggling here,” he argued. 

“Well, stop focusing on that,” you shot back. “Get out of your head. It’s nice out here.”

He sighed, rolling his shoulders and neck. “Let’s start again.” 

“No, come here,” you said, taking a seat on the floor. 

“What are we doing?” he asked as he joined you.

“Getting you out of your head,” you told him. “Close your eyes.”

He rolled them before he did so, and you tapped his knee as a rebuttal. 

“Don’t sass me, Hardy.”

You were relieved to see him smile. 

“Breathe with me,” you said. “Forget the dance for a minute.”

You took a few deep breaths. Slow and even. He followed your lead and you meditated together for a few minutes. You slowed your heart rates and calmed your muscles. You just needed Ben to relax. 

“Feel better?” you asked. 

“A bit,” he said. 

“Are you ready to start rehearsal again?” 

He nodded. 

You began instructing him again, starting off even slower than before, so he would be able to really see his progress. The remainder of the afternoon was spent in decent spirits. It still wasn’t where you wanted it, but you appreciated the effort he was putting into it.

Ben stayed with you that night. You felt how he needed you now. You showered together, back to being giggly and fun as you smeared bubbles on each other’s faces and enjoyed the feeling of your skin on his. He held you for a while as the water ran down your bodies. It felt good against your aching muscles. Ben’s embrace eased your aching heart. 

When you got out and dried off, you had some more great sex. Sleep came much easier this night. It seemed like you were back on track. 

The third day of rehearsal was even worse than the first. You had the other dancers with you, and for the first part, it was just Ben with Artem and Gleb until you came in. He did great with that, but once you got in hold and had to do the runs and footwork, he stumbled. He rolled his ankle during one run, but refused to rest, even though it was clearly bothering him. Rehearsal ran particularly late once again, and now both you and Ben were pretty pissed off. 

“Shit!” he hissed as he came to a stop once again. 

You groaned. “Ben! It’s okay! You’re allowed to mess up!” “But it’s not just one mess up! It’s every line!”

You ran your hands down your face. “It’s okay! It’s part of the learning process!”

“I feel like I’m not learning anything!”

You scowled at him. “So this is my fault?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“That’s what it sounded like.”

You glared at each other for a moment before you sighed and relented. 

“Look, I don’t know why the quickstep is proving to be so difficult for you,” you said as gently as you could. “But you’re getting so worked up that you’re sabotaging yourself. You can do this. You just have to trust yourself and me.”

You reached out to take his hand but he moved away. 

“Stop it, okay?” he snapped. 

“Stop what?”

“Stop with the bullshit things you’re supposed to say,” he said. “I can’t do this. Clearly, I can’t.”

“Yes you can!” you argued. “It’s not bullshit! I’ve seen you through this whole process!”

He glowered at the floor and then he began removing his mic pack. Your brow furrowed as you watched him. 

“What are you doing?” you demanded. 

“I can’t do this,” he said simply, handing the mic pack to the camera man and walking out of the studio without so much as a glance at you. 

Your mouth fell open as he disappeared behind the door. Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at it, willing him to return. You were so confused. Was he quitting the show? Was he leaving you? What the hell was going on?

“Did he really just walk out of rehearsal?” Hailey wondered. 

You turned eyes on her and she took your hand when she saw how watery they were. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” she asked sweetly. 

“I think I made a mistake,” you whispered, your throat thick. 

Your chest felt tight and your head was beginning to swim. A million feelings swirled around inside you and you couldn’t process them. You tried to make sense of Ben’s words. Could this really be over? You snatched off your mic pack, tossing it to the camera man as well, and followed Ben out. Your coworkers exchanged confused looks, but you didn’t see. You just had to get to Ben. 

You felt like you couldn’t breathe as you searched wildly for him. The walls felt like they were coming in around you so you headed for the parking lot, bursting through the door, and gulping in the fresh air. Your chest heaved as you glanced around and then you spotted him. He was leaning against the building, a lit cigarette in his mouth. You watched him take a long drag before you approached him. 

“Are you smoking?” you asked, and felt stupid for even letting the words come out of your mouth because it was obvious. 

“Yeah,” he said shortly. “I don’t do it often, but…” he trailed off. 

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out. “I’m so sorry, Ben.”

He blinked, taken aback. “What?”

“I fucked everything up!” you cried. “I shouldn’t have let us cross the line into romance. It’s just...changed everything and we never should have done it.”

He frowned. “Are you saying you regret it?”

“No,” you told him through a sob. “I don’t regret a single second I spent with you. If you wanna quit the show and break up, that’s...that’s fine.”

“Y/N…”

“Please don’t give up, Ben,” you begged. “Please. It’s not bullshit, I swear. I know you can do this.”

“Y/N -”

“If we need to go back to just being friends, then that’s okay too,” you continued. “But I think we’ve got a real shot at the mirror ball, so -”

“Y/N!” he cried, cutting you off mid-sentence. 

You looked questioningly at him. “What?”

“Stop talking,” he said gently. 

He stepped closer to you, and you could see the smile on his face. He tossed the spent cigarette on the ground and took you in his arms. Then he kissed you. Hard and intense. Your arms found your way around his neck, holding him as close to you as possible. The kiss had you feeling like you were spinning. You could taste the tobacco on his lips, but it didn’t bother you. When you parted to breathe, you were both smiling. 

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’ve been acting like a real prick. I’m frustrated with myself and I took it out on you.”

“I forgive you,” you assured him. 

“I don’t want to stop dancing with you,” he said. “And I don’t want to stop being your boyfriend. I’m sorry I made you feel bad about it. I don’t want you to doubt us.”

“I won’t,” you promised. “And I don’t want you to walk away from us.”

“I won’t,” he returned. 

“Let’s go back to my place,” you said. “I don’t think we can salvage this rehearsal.”

You went back inside and told the others everything was fine. When you got back to your apartment, you and Ben had a long talk about what you needed from each other in regards to the show and your relationship. Ben told you that in rehearsal, he needed you to use less empty encouragement and give him more specific instructions to motivate him. He also needed you to hold him accountable. You told him you needed to know he was committed. He needed to communicate when he was feeling overwhelmed or in pain, because you weren’t going to judge him for it. It was a real breakthrough for you both. 

The rest of the week in rehearsals went well. Finally, Ben was getting the dance down, and by showtime, you were pretty confident. You didn’t think it would be your best dance, but it didn’t bother you. You were still at the top of the leaderboard and you felt pretty sure you would still be safe. 

The show was upon you. You and Ben were going first, which you liked. You wanted to get this dance and this week behind you. Unfortunately, they showed where he walked out of rehearsal in the video package. You rolled your eyes and squeezed Ben’s hand to reassure him that he was forgiven. You looked at each other once more before he had to get in his place. 

The dance began and Ben performed wonderfully. You were excited to join him on the ballroom floor. Despite the drama, the dance itself was fun and entertaining. It didn’t go perfectly, but you found you hardly cared. As long as you were dancing with Ben, it was perfect for you. 

When you finished, you gave Ben the tightest hug. You whispered to him that you were proud of him. When he released you, you walked together to get your feedback from the judges. 

“Okay, I can tell you struggled with that one,” Carrie Ann said. “Your footwork wasn’t as clean as it usually is, but that’s okay. It’s kind of a relief to know you’re not just a dancing robot or something. I loved the story you told and how glamorous it looked, even if it wasn’t your best dance.”

You and Ben nodded your thanks and then turned to Len. 

“I actually quite liked it,” Len said, much to your surprise. “Your footwork wasn’t as clean, for sure, and I would have liked a little more in hold. But overall it captured the essence of a quickstep and you paid a nice tribute to that old Hollywood glamour. I was entertained by it.”

“The quickstep is a very difficult dance, I’m not surprised you got frustrated,” Bruno said on his turn. “But you came through it, my boy. It looked good to me. Well rehearsed and enjoyable to watch. It didn’t blow me away, darling, but I liked it, and I hope you stay in the competition because I think you do deserve to be here.”

You stayed with Tom to get your scores. All the judges scored you a nine. You were grateful for that much and that you were able to move on through the rest of the show. You made it through to dance next week. Afterward, when you were changed and heading back to your place, you took Ben’s hand. 

“Thank you for doing this with me,” you said. 

“Thank you for believing in me,” he returned.

[gaycrouton]

Scully driving across town late at night to move a spider outside because Mulder’s too scared😋

Hahaha oh my god too cute. msr / s7 / fluff

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“Scully, I need your he-stop moving!” Mulder’s voice screamed out from over the receiver pressed to her ear.

How Mulder possessed the ability to have her alert and anxious when she was sleeping soundly less than a minute ago, she’d never know, but here she was, clutching the phone in a white knuckle grip as she tried to make sense of Mulder’s sounds of distress.

“Where are you?” she asked, throwing her feet over the side of the bed and kicking around for her slippers.

There was a moment of silence peppered with occasional curses, and she was about to ask again when a strangled cry of, “My apartment!” broke through, followed by a crashing sound.

“Mulder, what’s wrong?” she all but yelled into the phone. 

“I-um-I need...never mind. Never mind, sorry,” he rambled before hanging up. The fear she could hear lacing his voice scared her, and, when he didn’t pick up her multiple follow-up calls, she threw on her coat and rushed to her car without a second thought.

The only reason she was glad it was almost one am when he called was that her chances of causing an accident with her speeding were cut drastically. Between her desperation to cut the travel time in half and her incessant worrying, she was an even worse driver than normal. 

Someone broke into his apartment and was trying to attack him.

He brought someone over to question them and it went wrong.

He was hurt.

He hurt himself.

He’d been talking to someone and she didn’t know what to make of any of it. Why did he call her and change his mind? What wasn’t he telling her? And, more importantly in this moment, why wasn’t he answering the fucking door?

Her heart was pounding in her chest and her anxiety felt paralyzing. She called out his name twice before fumbling around for the key he’d given her. Drawing her gun, she burst open the door and called out “Mulder?”

“Back here!” she heard him reply from deep in his apartment. She kicked the door closed and made her way down the hallway.

“Are you hurt?” she asked.

“No, but do you have a newspaper?” he replied. The normalcy of the question didn’t match the stress in his voice nor did it contextually make any sense.

“No, I don’t. What are you-” her question died on her lips when she saw him, in just a t-shirt and boxers, holding a broom like a weapon and all his focus was on the corner of the room. She tried to look around him to see what he was doing, but he was too in the way.

He must’ve sensed her behind him because he backed up so he was closer to her while not letting his eyes leave that corner. “I’m sorry, Scully. This is stupid,” he murmured in a slight whisper.

“What is?” she asked.

“There’s a spider in the corner and anytime I get close to it, it moves and freaks me out,” he admitted, readjusting his grip on the broom.

“I thought you said you weren’t afraid of insects, you just hated them?” she asked, repeating his own words back to him.

“Spiders are arachnids. Totally different,” he explained.

“Oh, is that so?” she laughed, locking the safety on her gun and putting it in her coat pocket since she hadn’t had time to grab her holster.

“Why’d you put the gun away, I think it would have come in handy,” he joked. 

“Let me see that,” she requested, grabbing the broom.

“I shouldn’t have bothered you-” he started. She’d assumed he’d hung up because he was in trouble, not that he was embarrassed.

“Mulder,” she comforted, resting a hand on his shoulder and grabbing the broom with the other. “It’s fine, we all have things that make us uncomfortable. Let me help you.” While driving across town after having been in a deep sleep wasn’t her favorite thing, seeing Mulder like this was. He never acted this way around her. He wasn’t acting like a child, it wasn’t that bad, it was just Mulder trying his hardest to put on a brave front for her and it was incredibly endearing. 

“Thank you,” he sighed in relief, letting go of the broom and letting her take over. 

To be honest - she wasn’t a fan of spiders either. She was reminded of that fact as she slowly approached the biggest wolf spider she’d seen in her life, but she wanted to do this for Mulder. She made eye contact with the bug, two eyes trying to intimidate eight, and raised the broom above it only to slowly lower it inch by inch. 

The spider wasn’t having it and crawled up the wall at an unsettlingly fast pace. She heard Mulder’s startled cry behind her and she had to bite her lip to prevent herself from laughing at him.

“Do you have a step stool and a sauce pan?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’ll go get them,” he affirmed before she heard his footsteps trail down the hall.

As he ran to get the items, she threw the broom on his bed and opened his window, sliding the screen out and setting it on the bed so she’d have a place to throw the spider. She heard him come back in and set the stool down in front of the spider-wall and he handed the sauce pan to her. “Thanks,” she whispered as she crawled up the stool precariously, trying not to startle the spider.

When she was on the higher step, she stretched up onto her toes and raised the saucepan up to the ceiling, tapping it once so the spider would crawl away. Luckily it worked and the spider scurried down the wall just slightly, still trying its hardest to go undetected. As fast as she could, Scully took the saucepan and, flat side towards her, slammed it into the wall and trapped the spider beneath it. 

“Did you get it?” Mulder asked excitedly.

“I think so,” she smiled. She had one hand on the handle of the saucepan and the other on the flat side to keep all the edges flush to the wall. “Do you have something flat and thin?”

“Let me look,” he answered before she heard him rummaging around. 

She felt him step on the lower step of the stool, his body flush behind hers, as he leaned forward and slid a big, square piece of cardboard under the saucepan. “Got him,” he exclaimed into her hair, his breath teasing the back of her neck.

“We have to get him to the window,” she replied. This would arguably be the hardest part, and if they messed up, the spider would inevitably fall on them. She didn’t need Mulder screaming in her ear.

“Okay,” he declared, his concentration returning full force. He placed his other hand on top of her own, covering the top of the saucepan as he carefully removed their trap from the wall. “Okay, I’m going to step down, take your time so you don’t fall.”

She nodded and did as he said, staying within his arms the whole way down. When her feet hit the floor, she felt her back brush against his chest again, something that continued as they slowly shuffled towards the window. They shoved the items out the window, and it resulted in her hips pressing and bending over the windowsill as Mulder draped over her back. It reminded her of the time they played baseball together, except a bit more implicit this time as they were both wearing half as many clothes as they were then and he was pressed a lot more firmly into her. 

If he registered their closeness, he didn’t mention it, only saying, “I’m going to let go on the count of three okay?”

His breath was warm against her cheek and she simply nodded in response, not trusting her voice. “Three, two, one,” he counted before letting go of the cardboard and shaking it. 

They didn’t see anything fall and she realized the spider must’ve still been in the pan and she started flailing it out of fear of the thing crawling onto her arm. Luckily, they saw the huge bug dislodge and fall out of the pan, disappearing into the night below them. They simultaneously backed up and looked at each other with pleased expressions. “Well done, partner,” he praised with a smile. 

She let out a breathy chuckle at how ridiculous this all was and motioned towards where she’d laid the screen down. “You owe me,” she joked.

He bent down and grabbed the screen near their feet, but he paused on the way up. “Nice shoes,” he joked.

She looked down and saw her pink fluffy slippers standing out prominently against his carpet. At the same time, she saw his gaze roam up her bare legs, coming to rest on the hem of her silk pyjama shorts that stopped at the tops of her upper thighs. She’d been so scared that he was hurt that she hadn’t changed. The shorts combined with the fact that she wasn’t wearing underwear or a bra and was only then left with a thin, matching, silky shirt had her overwhelmingly grateful she’d grabbed her coat. She’d been in front of him in her pyjamas before, but not her ‘I haven’t done laundry in weeks’ pyjamas.

“Did you speed over here?” he asked, slowly standing up with an expression of intrigue covering his face.

“You hung up on me and weren’t returning my calls,” she defended as she watched him pop the screen back into place.

He shut the door and turned around to face her, realization slowly dawning on his face. “You thought I was in trouble,” he stated guilty. 

“I thought you were hurt,” she huffed, feeling exposed both literally and emotionally since she’d accidentally made it obvious how worried she’d been.

“Aw, Scully,” he murmured, grabbing her by her shoulder and pulling into him for a hug. She let her face fall into his chest and she relented, wrapping her arms around his middle as he buried his face into her hair, placing a kiss to the crown of her head.  “Thank you.”

“That spider made you scream,” she mumbled against the cotton of his shirt, deflecting the moment they were having with an attempt at humor. 

“It did,” he agreed, rubbing her back once more before letting her go. “It really did.”

[thesecondcircleofkel]

NSFW Alphabet, Aizawa: A-Z

Reposting all of these together for convenience and to save space. Alphabet requests are still open, but remember, I don't accept requests to do the entire alphabet for someone all at once. You have to stick to the guidelines of 1 character per ask, and 5 letters per ask, and once I finish the alphabet for a character with requests like that, I will repost it all together.

A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He can be a little lazy with aftercare, but that’s just because he’s so tuckered out after he’s had an orgasm. If you give him a minute, and then pester him enough afterwards, he’ll go get you what you need. If you want to take a bath with him afterwards, don’t, because he will nine times out of ten fall asleep in there and you’ll either have to drag him out or drain the tub and let him sleep there all night (which is mean, but he won’t blame you).

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner)

He’s rather indifferent when it comes to his own body. It’s not that he doesn’t like it, because he does, he just doesn’t put enough thought into it to have a favorite part on himself.

On his partner, he’s fond of their whole body, but there are three spots in particular that he puts a little more focus into: your ass, chest, and stomach. Those are his three favorite places to use as a pillow, and he absolutely loves to leave marks all along your chest because they’re easier to keep hidden there.

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)

Not as bad as you would think, taste-wise. It’s surprisingly mild, and while it’s a little on the thick side, it still won’t be too hard to swallow it. He prefers to cum inside you, but he’s also fond of finishing on your belly or lower back if you don’t want him to. 

D: Dirty Secret

He briefly fell asleep during sex once. He was really, really tired, but luckily you were riding him at the time in some variation of Reverse Cowgirl, so while you thought it was strange that he’d gone quiet for a minute, he woke up in time so you didn’t notice that he dozed off. He felt bad about it, but it had absolutely nothing to do with you; you were fantastic, but he was just that tired at the time. It’s definitely something he won’t be telling you anytime soon.

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Decently experienced, and he knows what he’s doing. Sex was never really one of his top priorities, but he had a few flings with people that he knew here and there. His sex drive is pretty low when he’s not in a relationship, so he mainly just gets himself off whenever the urge hits him. Beyond the fact that he knows what he’s doing, he also picks up on your preferences really quick, and he makes sure to play into those as much as possible.

F: Favorite Position

It’s not that he’s lazy during sex (he totally fucking is), but he’s really tired most of the time, so it’s just easier if you do a lot of the work. For that reason, Cowgirl is one of his favorite positions.

For similar reasons, he also likes the Leopard position. This position also gives him a great view of your ass and back.

And while we’re on the subject of your back and ass, whenever he’s feeling slightly more energized, Doggy Style is also pretty high on his list.

He also likes the Dejavu position; he likes being able to look between your legs and see his cock moving in and out of you so clearly, plus it gives him plenty of access to you for kissing and petting.

He’s a sucker for any type of spooning sex, especially when he’s just woken up, and his favorite variation of it is the Bizet position.

His favorite position for oral is Idyll position.

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

Overall, he’s not very goofy during sex, but you are more likely to get a sleepy grin out of him if you have sex right after he wakes up. You don’t even have to do or say anything funny to get that grin out of him; just let out a giggle yourself and his sleep addled mind will translate that as something funny enough for him to react to.

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

The carpet is certainly black, and it’s kind of bushy, too. He definitely keeps everything clean down there, but prior to getting into a relationship, he didn’t care to do any grooming. Even when he does get into a relationship, he won’t take the initiative to start grooming right off the bat; you’ll have to mention something to him about it, but after that he’ll gladly keep everything trim. So long as it’s for you, he doesn’t mind putting that effort in.

I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Even when he’s being lazy, Aizawa is a very passionate lover. He doesn’t shy away from eye contact during sex, and his gaze will be positively smoldering as he watches you ride him or while he rams his cock into you. The way that he kisses you during the act is also breathtaking, and you’ll definitely get a breathless ‘I love you’ after he cums.

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

If he’s not having sex regularly, he’ll masturbate about once a week. He’ll make it a long session, too, taking his time and making sure that he builds up to an intense orgasm that will leave him satisfied for a while. If he’s feeling really pent up, then he’ll edge himself, but he doesn’t do that every time he gets off.

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Marking, but not obvious marking. He likes to mark you in places that are easy to hide, like your chest and inner thigh. Doesn’t mind if you mark him, as well, but make sure it’s somewhere where he can hide it.

Bondage, and he will definitely use his Capture Weapon to tie you up. He loves the amount of trust involved in it, and he has no problems with letting you tie him up, as well.

Loves the idea of you wearing a Butt Plug throughout the day, and he’d also be really interested in you having a remote-controlled vibrator either inside of you or inside of your underwear for external stimulation. He will have his hand on that remote all day, mainly to make sure that he doesn’t lose it, but he also likes to flick it on at the most random intervals. He’ll never turn it on long enough for you to cum, though. He’ll make you wait until he can take you for that.

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Bed. Bed. Bed. It’s the most comfortable place to have sex overall, plus he can fall asleep right after if he’s feeling really tired. He does like it when you ride him while he’s sitting on the couch, though, plus that’s not a bad place to nap, either.

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Waking up in the morning. He absolutely loves lazy morning sex, and it’s a great way to start off his day. If you indulge him in this often enough, he’ll have a Pavlovian response and he’ll start getting morning wood nearly every day. It can be a bit annoying for him, but so long as you indulge his need for morning sex, he’s fine with it. Also, if you really want to make him a happy man, ride him during morning sex and don’t make him have to do too much. He will greatly appreciate it, and he’ll make it up to you later. And even better than that, when he’s got his Pavlovian morning wood but hasn’t woken up yet, wake him up with a blowjob. The resulting moans that you get from this man will make it worth your while.

Massages. Seriously, just rub his back for a while and then slip your hand down his pants. You will be met with nothing but hard dick. He loves the way that you touch him already, so add the relaxation of a massage on top of that and he’ll be ready to go in no time.

N: NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s not going to hurt you, and he won’t let you hurt him, either. Pain is just not in the repertoire of things he’s willing to try when it comes to sex, and he’s not too keen when it comes to bodily fluids other than cum, either.

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He freaking loves to go down on you, and he’s down there for so long that you’d think he’d fallen asleep if it wasn’t for the orgasm ripping through you. His technique is on point, and he will most certainly tease you whenever he gives you oral, and he will give you oral a lot. He at least does it every time the two of you have sex, and sometimes he just likes to go down on you without anything else following it. He also loves receiving oral; the visual of your lips wrapped around his cock is amazing, and he loves watching you swallow his cum if you’re willing to do that. He’ll ask you to open your mouth for him before and after, too, just for the extra visual.

P: Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He usually goes slow and hard, but sometimes he’ll pick up the pace if he’s really pent up or if you ask him nicely beg. If he’s teasing you, he will damn near fuck you at a snail’s pace, but he’ll pretend like he isn’t just to frustrate you even more.

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)  

He’s usually too tired to put in the effort for a quickie. If he’s got the energy for it, then he has no problem with having a quickie rather than proper sex, but that won’t happen often, especially when he could be taking a nap and resting up for proper sex later, instead. Of course, if you’re willing to do most of the work, then that changes everything.

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)  

Not very risky. He’s a teacher and a pro-hero, so he’s got too much on the line to take a chance on getting caught having sex somewhere he shouldn’t have. When it comes to experimenting, though, he’s pretty much up for anything so long as it doesn’t cross any major boundaries of his, but if you’re doing most of the work with whatever it is you want to try then the chances of him going along with it are greatly increased.

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

His rounds last a while, at least 30 minutes since he always gives you oral first. He’ll typically only do one round, though, because he gets really tired after he has an orgasm.

T: Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Doesn’t own any toys of his own, but he definitely doesn’t mind letting you use some on him if you want to. He is also more than willing to use toys on you, and he’s particularly fond of butt plugs and remote-controlled vibrators that you can wear under your clothes all day while he has the remote.

U: Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn’t tease you that often, but when he does, bless you, because you won’t be leaving that bed for at least an hour as he continuously brings you to the brink of orgasm but pulls back right before you can tip over that edge. No amount of begging will help, either. He’ll keep going for however long he wants unless you pop out the safe word.

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s not too terribly loud overall. He generally lets out really breathy groans throughout the majority of the act, but he’s prone to letting out drawn-out moans every once in a while, especially if he’s getting close to cumming.

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)

His scalp is really sensitive. If you’re looking for an easy way to turn him on, just card your fingers through his hair and lightly massage his scalp. His reaction will be almost instantaneous, and he’ll end up being a little bit more rough when he takes you because of how worked up he is from your action. If you really want to mess with him, do that or pull his hair a little bit in the middle of sex; the moan that you rip out of him will be divine, and the orgasm that he has because of it will be intense, albeit a bit sudden as well.

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

A little above average length-wise, so about 5 ¾ - 6 inches, but his girth is to die for. It’s not so big that you’re afraid that it’ll hurt you, and it will give you the most satisfying stretch imaginable. He’s got 3-4 prominent veins on his shaft, with no obvious curves or bends to it. So overall, it’s very pretty.

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

On a regular basis, his sex drive is pretty average, but if he actually took the time to get some proper sleep, it’d be a lot higher. He wants you, a lot, but he’s just so damn sleepy, and that sleep really puts a damper on his libido.

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As long as you don’t need anything from him, he’ll fall asleep pretty quickly afterwards, for reasons stated in the above section. And when he feels the warmth of your body curled up next to him or your hands combing through his hair or gently running over his body, he doesn’t stand a chance at staying awake.

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Blake and Yang's friendship.

WARNING: If you ship them, don't bother reading this. You're not gonna like what I have to say. Don't waste your time on my opinions, just move along and enjoy your day :) Also, spoilers ahead.

Blake and Yang are a pair of unlikely friends. Blake coming from an important family in the faunus community and fighting for equality all her life. Yang from a simple, but emotionally complicated childhood. Despite their differences, they become great friends.

Volume 1:

We get introduced to all our characters and get a sense of what they're like. Yang started out as super upbeat and happy. She was always smiling and ready for action. Blake was quiet and very sarcastic. She had just ran away from the White Fang and Adam, so making friends was the last thing on her mind. At first Yang doesn't really like Blake. She says, "this girl's a lost cause". Blake didn't care much for anyone. She was only annoyed by Ruby, Weiss, and Yang. The Emerald Forest is where that changes. Blake and Yang make eye contact and become partners. The fight with the Nevermore Grimm really solidified their compatibility, along with Ruby and Weiss. They all get along just fine, until the team finds out Blake is a former member of the White Fang. Yang didn't seem to be bothered by it, she's actually really accepting and tries to get Weiss to be more sympathetic. Blake decides to let her walls down just a few bricks, but it's progress.

Volume 2:

This is the volume where Team RWBY really bonds. Blake is bothered that Torchwick is still out there, and she convinces the team to go after him. After a failed attempt, she remains obsessed with catching him. Yang can see how much her search is consuming her, so she sits down and has a talk with her. Yang opens up to Blake about her mother and how she was once consumed by looking for her. She almost got Ruby and herself killed, and after that, she never wanted to make the same mistake again. She cares for Blake and doesn't want her to go down the same path of self destruction she did. She tells her that it won't only hurt her, but it will hurt the people she cares about. She gives her a big hug and urges her to get some rest and to even come to the dance. Blake can see that Yang cares for her well being, so she listens and takes a cat nap. She even takes Sun up on his offer and they go to the dance together. The whole team was a great night. Ruby even got to chase a villain instead of dancing. The second time they go after Torchwick, they're successful in capturing him. The team feels super happy with their work as Huntresses, and all ends well.

Volume 3:

We all know what goes down here. The volume starts with Team RWBY in the Tournament. They win the match and things couldn't be better. They are super confident in their skills and think they saved the day now that Torchwick’s locked up. This is not the case. After Yang breaks Mercury's leg, the team is shaken. Emerald used her semblance on Yang to get her to hit Mercury, so Yang was just trying to defend herself, but to the rest of Remnant, she attacked him. Ruby and Weiss believe Yang, but Blake is skeptical. To her, it’s a similar situation like with Adam. She trusted him and he slowly turned into a blood thirsty murderer. She doesn't want to stand by and watch it happen again to someone else she cares for. Yang is hurt that Blake doesn't trust her and she cries. Blake tells her to look her in the eyes and swear it was a one time mistake. Yang sternly replies, "I saw him attack me, do I attacked back". Blake knows that she means it, so he trusts her.

Now here comes the trauma. Buckle up kiddos. All things have gone to Hell at Beacon. The White Fang invades the school and Cinder stirs up everyone and it attracts a bunch of grimm. Yang is somewhere fighting, but Blake runs into Adam. She sees him kill a man and she wants nothing more than to run. As he gets ready to kill another, she jumps in and saves them. She tries to fight, but she's too frightened, and Adam gets the upper hand. Yang was near by trying to find her, and sees Adam stab Blake. She's beyond angry, and goes to save her, but Adam slices her arm off. He goes in to finish her, but Blake jumps in between them, and he almost decapitated her, but she used her semblance so they could escape. Blake feels so guilty about what happened. She thinks it's her fault for getting close too Yang that this happened. So after she makes sure everyone's okay, she runs. Yang is no longer a happy smiling girl. She's bitter and angry, she doesn't care why Blake ran, all she knows is someone else she cared about left her when she needed them. Team RWBY is split apart across Remnant, and their lives are forever changed.

Volume 4:

Blake is headed home to Menagerie. Adam vowed to "destroy everything she loves" and she knows he means it. She doesn't want to see anyone else get hurt for her sake, and decides home is the safest place for her. Sun follows her because he thinks she's going to take on the White Fang, but stays with her to support her. The last time she saw her parents, she was angry and called them cowards, but she receives a warm welcome when she returns. Yang is also at home, but she's not happy. Yang is depressed and traumatized. Ruby's gone, so it's just her and her dad. Yang has a lot of time to think, and she thinks Blake abandoned her. Yang already has abandonment issues because of her mother leaving and losing Summer Rose. She doesn't care if she ever sees Blake again. Not because she lost her arm, but because she left. After Sun gets stabbed by Ilia from protecting Blake, she's once again angry at herself for getting someone else hurt. Sun reassures her that he did it out of his own free will because he cares for her, and he tells her that Yang would say the same thing. Blake understands and loosens up. After a few months of getting back on her feet, Yang is armed and ready, so she goes after Ruby.

Volume 5:

The girls are starting to get their spark back. They are on different paths, but they all lead to the same destination, Haven Academy in Mistral. Blake, Sun and her family learn of a plot to destroy Haven, so they make plans to stop it. Yang finds her mother, and coincidentally, Weiss. Yang forces Raven to take her to Qrow so she can be with Ruby. Raven reluctantly let's her go and Ruby, Weiss, and Yang have a touching reunion. The next morning, Ruby says she wishes Blake was there with them. Yang is triggered and says, "Well, she could've been here if she just stuck around. It's no big deal, though". Yang still resents her for leaving. Later, when Weiss tries to talk to her, Yang says she never blamed Blake for anything, she just needed her there to help her through the toughest part of her life. Weiss reassures Yang that she'll be back one day, and she's right. At Haven, Blake is outside facing Adam. She yeets him good, but sees Hazel get impaled by a giant white Lancer. She goes to check it out, and sees Ruby, Weiss, and Yang. All she says is, "......Yang?" Yang is very surprised, but the moment doesn't last long because the Relic is in danger. After all is said in done, Sun sees Blake's teammates and pushes her to go talk to them. She approaches nervously not knowing what to expect. She still feels guilty for leaving the way she did, you can see it on her face and her ears that she's expecting negative welcome. However, Yang smiles and is glad that everyone is back together. Team RWBY have the most satisfying group hug and enjoy each others company.

Volume 6 (so far):

Now that everyone's back together, Sun decides to go back with his team to let Blake work the rest of her issues out, but reassures her she'll see him again. He also knows she’s happiest when she’s with her team. Yang is back to smiling and having fun. On the train, however, Blake tries to be unnecessarily helpful to Yang like she needs assistance. She still feels guilty for causing Yang to lose her arm. She tells her that she's fine and that it's good to be back together. It's a nice moment, until some grimm rudely interrupt everything. Everyone fights in sync with each other just like old times and they kill all the grimm, but get separated from Jean, Nora, and Ren. Now they're stranded in a snowy forest with a Relic that is a Grimm magnet. They're gonna have to stick together if they're going to get to Atlas. Blake and Yang still have a ways to go before things are normal, but they will no doubt work through it.

Only the first episode is out at this point in time, so I might come back and add some things as the volume progresses. I predict that Adam is going to show up. Yang is going to be furious to see him again, and Adam is going to be even more furious to see Blake. There's probably going to be a huge fight and who knows what will happen.

Why I don't ship them:

I watched RWBY for the first time about a year ago, so from Volume 1 to the beginning of Volume 5. I didn't see any romantic connection between them at all. There was nothing there to show me that they were in love. I'm confused as to why people freak out anytime Blake and Yang are on the screen together and have any kind of interaction. For example, Yang looks at Blake and someone will say, "Omg did you see the way they looked at each other?! They're so in love"!! I just don't get it. I love both of these characters and their friendship is very important, but it's often overlooked. People are so focused on trying to gasp at straws to prove that there's some kind of feelings of love that just aren't there instead of looking at the reality of this fantasy series. If more people could stop and just appreciate their beautiful friendship, that would be amazing. Not everything's a love story. Somethings are about a group of friends trying to save the world.

I know people can ship what they want, and that's okay, but this fandom can be toxic at times because of all the shipping salt. I know not all shippers are like that, but those who are ruin it for the rest of us. I know others feel the same way I do, and this post is for you.