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magic-shop-stories · 11 days ago

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hai !! i would like to request a hurt/comfort imagine/headcannon with extraa fluffiness it can be only yoongi or ot7

so basically the reader hurts themselves really bad like to the point they need medical attention or something (intentionally or unintentionally dealer's choice and injury description does not have to be graphic at all). reader is trying to play it off like nothing is wrong/happened. but yoongi notices and says theyre acting weird and gradually starts getting more concerned. the reader finally breaks down into tears telling and showing yoongi about their injury in hysterics cause they dont wanna go to the hospital. at first hes in disbeilef like "is this a joke/you cant be serious/how were you able to do this" then it sets in thats its real and youre actually hurt, hes super worried like sweating and whatnot but tries his hardest to stay calm and speaks deliberately/slowly in order to calm the reader down. reader ends up having to go the hospital (or not dealers choice) yoongi is there every step of the way. reader ends up being spoiled (according to yoongis standards) when theyre able to come back home/injury is treated and healed

also would you be willing to write a full smut imagine with yoongi ? cause the slight nsfw stuff you've written for him is sooo good !! and also also like an ot7 imagine/headcannon where they react to the reader wearing lingerie ? its okay if the answer is no, your writing is amazing !!

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holy shit, first off (as usual), THANK YOU for this incredibly detailed, heartfelt ask. 💜 I loved the hurt/comfort scenario with Yoongi... I took a stab at it, but it’s 4 AM here and my brain feels like overcooked ramen... so please forgive if it feels a bit flat. for the Yoongi smut request... I’m so glad you like my NSFW hints! I still struggle with writing it publicly but I am here to serve xD... so my DMs are always open, feel free to head there again Now if you’ll excuse me... I need a 4 AM caffeine IV drip. ☕ – c – 🍪 PS: It's almsot 6 AM by now... had the god damn post ready and forgot to hit the post button - pls send brain THX

"The Inconvenience of Caring"

Pairings: Min Yoongi x f!Reader (could be gender neutral as well tho) Rating: PG-13 (T) Genre: hurt/comfort, (medical) drama, emotional romance Warnings: graphic descriptions of injury (ankle sprain), panic attacks/(medical) anxiety, hospital scenes (non-graphic), emotional vulnerability Word Count: ~ 5.6k

Description:

After a group dinner, a clumsy fall down the stairs leaves you with a shattered ankle and shattered pride. You hide the agony behind forced smiles and cardigan sleeves, until Yoongi sees through every lie. His gaze misses nothing: your trembling hands, the sweat on your brow, the terror in your eyes. When the facade finally crumbles on your apartment floor, so does his stoicism. Now, with your leg swelling grotesquely and panic choking the air, Yoongi must battle his own fear to get you to the hospital. But in the sterile ER lights and the quiet nights of recovery, a truth emerges... caring is inconvenient, terrifying, and the most real thing either of you has ever known.

"The Inconvenience of Caring"

The late summer air clung, warm and humid, as the familiar black van pulled up to the dorm building. Laughter and the comfortable exhaustion of a good group dinner spilled out onto the sidewalk as the guys and you made their way towards the entrance. Jin and Jungkook were debating the merits of the last dessert, Taehyung and Jimin were humming a tune, Namjoon held the door open with a calm smile, Hobi bounced slightly on his heels, and Yoongi brought up the rear, hands tucked into the pockets of his loose black shorts, a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead from the warm evening.

You were a few steps ahead of Yoongi, feeling pleasantly full and relaxed, chatting softly with J-hope about the restaurant's playlist. The building's entrance had a short flight of smooth, tiled stairs, usually no issue. Tonight, however, your foot caught slightly on the edge of the top step. Maybe it was the slight slickness from earlier rain, maybe just tired clumsiness. Whatever the reason, your ankle twisted violently sideways with a sickening plop you felt more than heard. Simultaneously, you fell forward. Instinct threw your hands out to break your fall, palms scraping harshly across the gritty tile.

A gasp, sharp and involuntary, tore from your throat, instantly bitten back. White-hot pain lanced through your ankle and flared across both palms. Tears sprang to your eyes, blurring the fluorescent lights overhead. You squeezed your eyes shut for a split second, pushing and holding the tears back with sheer will. Don't cry. Don't make a scene. Not here, not now. You thought and rolled slightly, managing to get onto your knees, the movement sending fresh agony through your ankle. Your palms stung fiercely, already feeling sticky and raw. Without looking down, you quickly pulled the sleeves of your light cardigan down over your hands, hiding the scrapes, though the fabric brushing against them made you wince. You took a shaky breath, forcing your features into a semblance of calm, ignoring the throbbing that made your vision pulse. You tried to push yourself up, but your injured ankle refused to take weight properly, sending a jolt of pain that made you sway and grip the railing hard, knuckles white beneath your sleeves. Your face felt unnaturally pale, cold sweat prickling your hairline despite the warmth. Yoongi had heard the sharp intake of breath, the slight scrape, and the muffled thud just ahead of him. His head snapped up from where he'd been watching his own feet on the steps. He saw you on your knees at the bottom of the short flight, one hand gripping the railing like a lifeline, the other tucked awkwardly under your cardigan sleeve. Your back was rigid, your head bowed for a moment before you lifted it. He caught the pallor of your face, the sheen of sweat, the way your jaw was clenched tight enough to see the muscle jump. You were breathing too quickly, too shallowly. He knew you too well.

He was at your side in two strides, his languid pace abandoned. He didn't touch you yet, hovering close. His dark eyes scanned you rapidly , the unnatural stiffness in your posture, the way you were favoring one leg, the deliberate hiding of your hands, the stark whiteness in your face that was now even more pale than usual.

"Hey..." his voice was low, calm on the surface, but with an underlying edge of immediate assessment. He crouched slightly, trying to catch your downcast eyes. "You okay?" It wasn't a casual throwaway question, it was a probe.

You flinched almost imperceptibly at the sound of his voice so close, then forced your head up. A too-bright, strained smile appeared on your face, not reaching your widened eyes. "Yeah! Yeah, fine!" you chirped, the words coming out too fast, too high. "Just clumsy! Totally wiped my sandal on the step. Embarrassing, huh?" You tried for a laugh, but it sounded thin and breathless, even the others frowned and looked ´concerned. You attempted to stand again, putting minimal weight on the bad ankle, but the movement was stiff, jerky, and another flicker of pain crossed your face before you masked it.

Yoongi didn't move to help you stand. His gaze didn't waver. He saw the tremor in your hand on the railing, the unnatural angle of your ankle even as you tried to hide it, the slight hitch in your breath you couldn't quite suppress. His eyes narrowed just a fraction, a subtle crease forming between his brows. He noted the pallor, the sweat, the forced brightness, the stiffness radiating from you like a warning signal.

He didn't push. Not verbally. Not yet. He just held your gaze for a beat longer than necessary, that quiet intensity radiating from him, taking in every detail. The facade was flimsy, he was Min Yoongi, he missed very little, and even less when it was about you. He straightened up slowly, his expression smoothing back into its usual neutral state, but his eyes remained watchful, tracking your every stiff, careful movement as you finally managed to stand fully, leaning heavily on the railing and your good foot.

"Right. Clumsy," he echoed, his voice flat, devoid of accusation but heavy with unspoken observation. He fell into step just behind you as you limped towards the elevator, his presence a silent, vigilant shadow. He filed it all away... the fall, the bitten-back gasp, the hidden hands, the paleness, the stiffness, the forced cheer. Something was definitely wrong. He wouldn't forget it.

...

The relative privacy of the dorm building lobby was short-lived. Outside, the warm night air buzzed with the sounds of the city and the low murmur of the group waiting for their respective rides home or to studios. You found yourself perched on the edge of a low concrete planter, the rough surface biting slightly through your clothes, a stark contrast to the throbbing, sickening heat radiating from your ankle. The sharp sting in your palms had settled into a deep, persistent ache. Every beat of your heart sent a fresh pulse of pain up your leg. Sitting was marginally better than standing, but shifting even slightly sent jolts through you. The effort of maintaining the facade was becoming harder and harder every second. Jin was recounting a funny story from dinner, his voice warm and animated. You forced a laugh, too loud, too sudden, cutting slightly across the tail end of his sentence. Jin blinked, surprised, then smiled indulgently. You saw Namjoon glance your way, a slight furrow in his brow. Too much. You clamped down, biting the inside of your cheek hard enough to taste copper, focusing on the pain there to distract from the inferno in your ankle. You kept your injured leg stretched out stiffly, the foot hovering just above the pavement, trying desperately not to move it. Your hands, hidden under your cardigan sleeves, were clenched into fists in your lap, the fabric damp with sweat and maybe a little blood. You flinched violently when Jimin, buzzing with leftover energy, suddenly clapped Taehyung on the back nearby, the sound echoing your own internal jangle of nerves. A bead of sweat trickled down your temple, unrelated to the warm night.

"You're really feeling the heat tonight, huh?" Hobi observed kindly, fanning himself dramatically. You managed a weak nod, unable to form words without risking a whimper. When Jungkook offered you the last bite of a snack he'd pulled from his pocket, you shook your head too quickly, your voice coming out thin and strained, "No, thanks, Kook. Just... really full still." You tried to inject lightness, but it fell flat. You felt strangely detached, the cheerful banter of the others washing over you like distant radio static. One moment you were nodding along silently, zoning out, the next you found yourself rambling about the restaurant decor to Taehyung, who listened with his usual wide-eyed, slightly confused attention, your words tumbling out faster than usual, a nervous stream filling the space your pain demanded. Yoongi hadn't taken his eyes off you for more than a few seconds since the stair incident. He leaned against the building wall a few feet away, posture seemingly relaxed, but his arms were crossed tightly over his chest, a subtle tension thrumming through him. He saw it all.

He saw the way your laugh at Jin's story was jarringly off-key, saw the unnatural rigidity in your seated posture, especially that one leg held unnaturally still. He noted the flinch when Jimin clapped Taehyung, a reaction disproportionate to the sound. He saw the sheen of sweat on your upper lip and brow, stark against your still-pale skin, even in the warm night. He saw the tremor in your hands, hidden though they were visible in the slight shake of your shoulders. He saw the vacant stare when you zoned out, followed by the frantic, slightly manic chatter aimed at Tae. His concern solidified into a cold, heavy certainty. This wasn't just post-fall shock. This was pain. Significant pain you were desperately trying to hide. He knew well enough, he knew what it was like.

He pushed himself off the wall, moving casually closer, his gaze never leaving you. He positioned himself near the planter, his voice low, pitched only for you, cutting through your nervous chatter to Taehyung. "You sure you're alright?" he asked, his tone deliberately casual, but his dark eyes were intense, searching yours directly. "You look... really pale." He didn't mention the sweat, but his glance flickered to your damp hairline.

You startled, turning wide, slightly panicked eyes towards him. "Me? Pale? Nah," you waved your less injured hand dismissively, the movement jerky. "Just tired, Yoongi. Long day, you know? And maybe a bit too much... spice." You forced another brittle smile.

Yoongi's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. Deflection. Weak excuse, like he used to. He saw the slight tremor in your waving hand before you tucked it back under your sleeve. He noticed you subtly shifting your weight, trying to adjust your position, and the way your breath hitched, the color draining further from your face for a split second.

"Did you bump your arm?" he pressed, his voice still low but sharper now, his eyes dropping pointedly to the sleeves covering your hands. "When you fell?" He kept his gaze steady, waiting. He wasn't asking about the arm; he was asking about the hidden injury.

You froze. "My arm? No... no." you stammered, pulling your hands further into the sleeves, practically swallowing them. "Just... scraped my palms a little. It's nothing. Seriously." You looked away, focusing intently on a crack in the pavement near your good foot.

Nothing. The word hung in the air between you, blatantly false. Yoongi felt a flicker of frustration mixed with deepening worry. He saw the way you held yourself, the stiffness, the pallor, the barely contained distress. This wasn't 'nothing', but he didn't argue. Instead, he scanned the scene. Jungkook was fiddling with his phone, Hobi was chatting animatedly with Namjoon, Jin was now teasing Jimin. Your Taxi pulled up first, its lights flashing. Yoongi moved before anyone else could react.

"Here..." he said, his voice flat but purposeful. He stepped smoothly between you and the others, blocking the view as you struggled to stand. He subtly positioned himself as a shield, offering his arm not as a question, but as an immovable support. "Lean on me." His tone brooked no argument. It wasn't chivalry; it was practical necessity. He saw the way your knee buckled slightly as you tried to put weight on the bad ankle, the suppressed gasp. You hesitated for only a fraction of a second before latching onto his arm with your halfway good hand, your grip surprisingly strong. He bore your weight easily, his other hand hovering near your back without touching, ready to steady you. He felt the tremor running through you, saw the tightness around your eyes as you took a single, agonizing step towards the car.

"Bye guys! Thanks for dinner!" you called out, your voice strained but bright again, the facade slamming back into place for the others. "See you later!"

"Get home safe!" Jin called back. "Rest that... tiredness!" Jimin added with a wave.

Yoongi didn't acknowledge the goodbyes. His focus was entirely on navigating you the few steps to the car door, moving slowly, matching your painful shuffle. He opened the door, his body still partially shielding you from the group. "Careful," he murmured, his voice low and gruff, as you maneuvered yourself stiffly into the seat, unable to fully suppress a small groan as you bent your injured ankle. He closed the door firmly, then walked around to the other side and slid into the backseat beside you. He gave the driver the address, his voice clipped, then settled back, his posture rigid. He didn't look at you immediately, staring straight ahead, but the tension radiating from him was palpable. The quiet vigilance was back, sharper and more intense than ever in the confined space of the car. The unraveling act was reaching its limits, and he was bracing for what came next.

The car ride had been a blur of stifled whimpers and white-knuckled silence. Yoongi hadn’t pressed, his presence a steady, watchful pressure beside you, but the air crackled with unspoken tension. Arriving at your shared home felt like reaching a fragile sanctuary. He unlocked the door, holding it open, his eyes never leaving your pain-etched movements as you hauled yourself out of the car and hobbled inside on sheer willpower.

The familiar scent of home, the faint coffee grounds, clean linen, maybe a lingering hint of his cologne, usually brought comfort. Tonight, it just underscored the terrifying reality crashing in. You leaned heavily against the wall just inside the doorway, breathing ragged, the entryway light harsh on your pale, sweaty face. The simple act of getting here had drained the last reserves of your strength and composure and the immediate task loomed.... shoes off. A mundane act transformed into a mountain. Bending your knee to reach the strap of your sandal sent a white-hot bolt of agony through your swollen ankle. You bit down hard on your lip, tasting blood this time, fumbling blindly with trembling, sleeve-covered hands. The strap seemed impossibly small, your fingers clumsy with pain and exhaustion. You tried to shift your weight, angling your good foot, but the slight jostle against the injured one was catastrophic.

A sharp, guttural cry tore from your throat... raw, involuntary, and utterly beyond containment. It echoed in the small space, shattering the fragile silence. The sound startled even you. And then, the dam broke.

The pain, the terror of how bad it felt, the crushing weight of hiding it, the sheer exhaustion of the facade... it all surged up like a tsunami. Hysterical, body-wracking sobs erupted, shaking you violently. You crumpled against the wall, sliding down to the floor, legs folding awkwardly beneath you. Tears streamed down your face, hot and uncontrollable, mingling with the sweat on your skin. Words were impossible; only choked gasps and ragged cries escaped. You clutched your injured ankle instinctively through the fabric of your pants, the pressure sending fresh waves of agony that only fueled the tears. You tried to speak, to explain, but it came out in incoherent, gasping fragments "...hurts... so bad... ankle... stairs... fell..."

Finally, through the torrent of panic and pain, the core fear surfaced, raw and desperate. You looked up at Yoongi, your eyes wide and pleading, filled with abject terror. "P-Please!" you sobbed, the word ragged. "I-I don't w-want to go to the h-hospital! Please!" You gestured weakly, pathetically, at your ankle, your tear-streaked face a mask of pure dread. The admission of the injury's location and the depth of your fear hung in the air, thick and suffocating.

Yoongi had just locked the door. The raw, animalistic cry froze him mid-turn. He stared down at you crumpled on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably, clutching your leg. For a split second, his brain short-circuited. The sheer volume of your distress, the primal sound of it, was so far removed from the forced cheer and stoicism he'd witnessed earlier. A flicker of annoyance warred with confusion, was this an overreaction? Had he misjudged the severity? "Yah..." he started, his voice flat, almost disbelieving, "...what? What happened? Is this..." The words died on his lips as he took in your utter disintegration.

You pathetically gestured towards your ankle again, your plea about the hospital slicing through his disbelief. Acting on a sudden, cold dread, Yoongi dropped to his knees beside you. His movements were swift, clinical. Gently, but with zero hesitation born of his rising panic, he pushed the fabric of your pant leg up, just above the ankle. The sight that met him made his blood run cold. Your ankle wasn't just swollen; it was grotesquely misshapen, a swollen mass of angry purple and deep, mottled blue already blooming beneath the skin, spreading towards your foot and shin. It looked alien, terrifyingly wrong. "Yahh shi... no," he breathed, the color draining completely from his face. His eyes widened, genuine horror replacing the disbelief. "No, no, no." He leaned back slightly, a visceral recoil from the visual confirmation of the damage. His gaze snapped back to your tear-streaked, terrified face, then down to the injury again, as if hoping it was a trick of the light. "How... how did you even..." he muttered under his breath, the words tight with a dawning, sickening comprehension. 'Walk on it? Hide this? For so long?' The sheer image of the injury and your endurance hit him like a physical blow. He remembered his own shoulder... the blinding pain, the helplessness, the long recovery. This... this looked worse right now. A cold sweat broke out instantly across his forehead and upper lip. His breath hitched. A phantom ache in his own shoulder flared, a ghostly echo amplifying his fear. He could feel his heart hammering against his ribs, a frantic counterpoint to your ragged sobs. Panic, cold and sharp, threatened to claw its way up his throat. Get help. Now. But the terror in your eyes, the desperate plea No hospital!' , was paralyzing. He couldn't just act, he had to calm you first. This chaos was making everything worse. He closed his eyes for a fraction of a second, dragging in a deep, audible breath through his nose, forcing it out slowly through his mouth. When he opened his eyes, they held a fierce, almost unnerving intensity. He locked his gaze onto yours, blocking out the horrifying sight of your ankle for a moment. His voice dropped, losing all its usual rasp, becoming low, deliberate, and unnervingly slow, cutting through the hysteria like a knife. "Okay," he said, the word measured, solid. "Okay. Look at me." He waited, holding your tear-filled gaze until your frantic eyes focused, however waveringly, on his. "Breathe." He took another slow, exaggerated breath in, holding it for a beat, then releasing it slowly. "Just... breathe. Slow." He repeated the action, his eyes commanding you to follow. "With me. In..." Pause. "...Out." His voice was a steady anchor in the storm of your panic, though beneath the forced calm, his own fear was a palpable, vibrating energy. Sweat beaded on his temples, his jaw was clenched tight enough to crack, but his focus was absolute. He needed you coherent. He needed to assess, to understand, to figure out how to fix this impossible, terrifying situation. "Tell me," he said, his voice still low and deliberate, "exactly what happened. When? How bad does it hurt now?" He was buying time, grounding you, while his own mind raced... How do I help her? How do I make this okay without making it worse? The memory of his own accident, the helplessness, fueled his terror but also his desperate resolve. He had to stay calm. For you.

He held your gaze for a second longer after his deliberate questions, seeing the panic warring with the agony. His jaw set. He didn't ask again. "We have to go," he stated, his voice low, firm, brooking no argument. It wasn't harsh, but it was absolute, like bedrock. He saw the fresh wave of terror in your eyes and leaned closer, his intense gaze softening just a fraction. "I know you're scared..." he murmured, the rasp back in his voice, thick with shared dread. "I know. But this?" He gestured minutely towards your ankle, his own face still pale. "This is serious. Really serious." He took your uninjured hand carefully in both of his, his grip solid and grounding. "I'll be right there. Every single step. I promise."

His mind shifted into hyperdrive, the panic channeled into ruthless efficiency.

"Okay, up. Slowly." He slid one arm carefully behind your back, the other under your knees, avoiding the injured ankle like it was made of glass. He didn't lift you fully; he simply supported your weight as you pushed off the floor with your good leg, his strength making it possible without jostling the injury too much. He half-carried, half-guided you to the nearest sturdy chair. "Sit. Don't move it." While you sat trembling, he pulled out his phone. His voice was clipped, professional, betraying nothing to the person on the other end except urgent necessity. "...Yes. No, not me. Y/N. Bad fall. Suspected fracture, severe swelling, discoloration... Yes. We're heading to Severance ER now. Meet us there if possible. Ten minutes." He hung up without pleasantries, then moved like lightning through your house. Your wallet from your bag, your phone plugged into a portable charger, keys snatched from the bowl by the door. He grabbed his own wallet, keys, and a thin hoodie... for you or him, it didn't matter. He shoved everything into a small backpack. "Here," he said, draping the hoodie gently over your shoulders. The familiar scent of fabric softener and him was a small, unexpected comfort.

Getting you to the car was a careful, agonizing ballet. He supported nearly all your weight, his arm a steel band around your waist, your arm slung over his shoulders. He opened the passenger door of the sleek black Palisade. "Easy. Turn... good. Now, sit back." He helped you lower yourself, his hand hovering protectively near your head. He leaned in, carefully pulling the seatbelt across you, his fingers brushing yours as he clicked it in. The simple act felt intensely intimate in the charged silence. He shut your door, jogged around to the driver's side, and started the engine. The cool AC blasting, as he navigated the late-night streets, his driving was smooth but decisive, pushing the speed limit just enough. His focus was split between the road and you. You were curled slightly towards the window, silent tears still tracking down your face, your knuckles white where you gripped the seatbelt. He reached over without looking, his hand finding yours where it lay clenched in your lap. He didn't lace fingers, knowing your hand was scraped and simply covered your cold, trembling hand with his warm, larger one, applying steady, gentle pressure. His thumb moved in a slow, deliberate arc over your knuckles. His voice was a low rumble in the quiet car. "Almost there." He squeezed your hand slightly. "Breathe." He didn't offer empty platitudes. His presence, his grip, his focused calm, and those sparse, grounding words were his lifeline to you. At a red light, he quickly pulled out his phone with his free hand, thumb flying. The screen illuminated his face, highlighting the tightness around his eyes, the sheen of sweat still on his temple despite the AC. He fired off a single group text to Bangtan:

Yoongi: At Severance ER with Y/N. Bad fall. Leg injury. Looks serious. Will update. Don't bombard.

He put the phone away, his hand immediately returning to cover yours. The message was classic Yoongi; factual, minimal, devoid of panic but conveying the gravity, and preemptively managing the inevitable worried onslaught. He knew the others would be awake, would worry, but he couldn't handle their chaos right now. His world had narrowed to the road, the car, and your trembling hand under his, while his car felt like a bubble of suspended terror. The city lights blurred past the window. Yoongi’s hand on yours was the only solid thing in a world that felt like it was tilting. His quiet words were ropes thrown into your panic. The pain was a constant, sickening throb, but the paralysing fear of the hospital was momentarily held at bay by the sheer, unwavering focus radiating from the man beside you. His calm wasn't soothing... it was a fortress. He was going to get you there. He was going to be there. Every step. The promise echoed in the quiet hum of the engine and the steady pressure of his hand. You clung to that promise, and to him, as the sterile glow of the hospital emergency entrance loomed ahead.

...

The sterile white lights of the Severance ER waiting room felt like an interrogation. Painkillers administered during triage had taken the sharpest edge off the agony in your ankle, leaving a heavy, throbbing numbness, but the fear remained, cold and cloying. You clung to Yoongi’s hand like an anchor as nurses asked questions, his low, calm voice answering when yours shook too much. He translated your panicked fragments into clear medical history... "Fell down stairs approximately 90 minutes ago... Severe pain, immediate swelling, bruising visible within the hour." His grip tightened slightly whenever a new wave of anxiety made you flinch.

Then came the X-ray. A young orderly arrived with a wheelchair. "We'll take her now, sir. You can wait here.". Panic spiked, sharp and suffocating. Your fingers locked around Yoongi’s wrist. "No. Please. Yoongi..." Your voice was a terrified whisper, eyes wide and pleading. The orderly offered a sympathetic but firm smile. "I'm sorry, sir, protocol. Only patient in the imaging room." Yoongi didn't move. He met the orderly's gaze, his own eyes flat, unwavering, radiating a quiet intensity that seemed to fill the small cubicle. "Where she goes," he stated, his voice devoid of its usual rasp, low and utterly final, "I go. She needs me. Check the chart. Min Yoongi. I'm listed as her emergency contact and primary support. I'm not leaving her side." There was no room for argument in his tone, only cold, hard fact. A flicker of surprise crossed the orderly's face, followed by hesitation. He glanced at your chart, then back at Yoongi's implacable expression. He sighed, relenting. "Fine. But you must wear the lead apron and stand behind the shield. No exceptions."

"Understood." Yoongi helped you transfer to the wheelchair, his movements careful, his hand never leaving your shoulder. In the cold, impersonal X-ray room, he stood exactly where instructed, a bulky lead apron draped over his frame, looking incongruous but utterly focused. His eyes never left you. When the machine whirred, and the technician asked you to move your leg into an excruciating position, a small whimper escaped. Yoongi’s voice cut through the mechanical noise, low and steady... "Almost done. Breathe. Look at me." You met his gaze across the room, the anchor holding you still through the pain and fear. Back in the cubicle, waiting for results, the dam threatened to break again. The vulnerability, the sterile smell, the unknown, it was overwhelming. Yoongi pulled his chair so close his knee brushed yours. He didn't offer empty platitudes. Instead, he pulled out your phone, opened a simple puzzle game, and placed it in your uninjured hand. "Distract yourself," he ordered softly, his own hand covering yours on the phone for a moment, a warm, grounding pressure. He then pulled out his own phone, rapidly texting updates to the worried Bangtan group chat, his brow furrowed in concentration, a small, vital barrier against your encroaching panic. He was your shield against the chaos, both medical and emotional.

The doctor finally arrived, holding the X-rays. "Good news," he announced, and Yoongi’s rigid posture eased a fraction. "No fracture. It's a severe Grade 3 lateral ankle sprain. Ligaments are significantly torn, hence the instability and bruising." He outlined the treatment, a sturdy stabilizing boot for 4-6 weeks, strict RICE protocol (Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation), crutches, pain management, and follow-up physio. Relief washed over you, followed by exhaustion. Yoongi listened intently, asking sharp, practical questions about the boot, weight-bearing, pain med schedules, and signs of complications. He absorbed every word, filing it away.

...

Getting home felt like crossing a finish line. You were deposited onto the living room couch, your leg encased in the bulky black boot, propped meticulously on a mountain of cushions Yoongi had arranged before leaving for the hospital. A dull ache pulsed beneath the rigid support, and exhaustion pressed down like a physical weight. The adrenaline was gone, leaving you shaky and vulnerable while Yoongi moved with silent efficiency. A glass of water appeared on the side table within easy reach. The TV remote was placed precisely on the armrest next to you. He adjusted the cushion under your knee with clinical precision. "Too high?" he grunted. You shook your head, overwhelmed by his quiet intensity. Without a word, he vanished into the kitchen. The sounds of cupboard doors and the kettle boiling were comforting. He reappeared not with gourmet fare, but with a steaming bowl of perfect ramen, the broth rich and hot, the noodles cooked exactly to his and now your preferred firmness, a perfectly soft-boiled egg nestled on top. It was simple, warm, and exactly what your traumatized system craved. He placed it on your lap with a curt "Eat." He refilled your water glass before it was half empty. An alarm chimed softly on his phone precisely when your next dose of painkillers was due. He wordlessly handed you the pill and the water. Laundry, dishes, tidying... all chores vanished, handled with silent, unseen efficiency. His presence became a constant, quiet hum of caretaking.

His studio remained untouched. Instead, he dragged his laptop and a pile of lyric notebooks to the coffee table, settling onto the other end of the couch. He didn't ask what you wanted to watch, he simply navigated to your favorite comfort sitcom and hit play, the volume low. He worked, brow furrowed in concentration, occasionally scribbling notes, but his presence was a solid, calming force. When a wave of pain or fatigue made you sag sideways, your head found his shoulder. He didn't stiffen or move away. He simply adjusted his arm slightly, letting you lean, the steady rhythm of his breathing and the click of his keyboard becoming a lullaby. He was there, not smothering, but immovably present. Around midnight, you mumbled a vague craving for the specific brand of strawberry milk sold only at the convenience store three blocks away. Yoongi looked up from his laptop, raised an eyebrow, and sighed dramatically. "Now? Really?" He made a show of grumbling under his breath about inconvenient cravings as he pulled on a hoodie. Twenty minutes later, he silently placed the cold carton and a straw beside you. The hoodie he’d been wearing, incredibly soft from years of wear, smelling faintly of coffee and his cologne, was wordlessly draped over your legs when he noticed a slight chill. The TV remote remained firmly in your control, even when he visibly disapproved of your reality TV choice.

One afternoon, drowsy from pain meds, you felt a cool hand briefly press against your forehead. His touch was feather-light, checking for fever. His fingers lingered for just a second, smoothing a stray strand of hair back from your temple before retreating quickly, as if burned. Later, as he meticulously rearranged the pillows under your booted foot for the hundredth time, his voice, rough and low, broke the quiet. "You scared me half to death, you know." He didn't look at you, focusing intensely on the pillow placement. The raw honesty in his gruff tone, the uncharacteristic admission of fear, was more potent than any flowery declaration. And once, when he glanced up from his laptop and saw you genuinely asleep, pain lines smoothed from your face, a small, soft, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips before he quickly looked back at his screen.

When Jin, Jimin, and Taehyung arrived two days later bearing gifts and loud concern, Yoongi became a sentinel. He intercepted Jin’s enthusiastic hug with a sharp look and a subtle headshake towards your elevated leg. He physically positioned himself between Jimin's animated gestures and the couch. He fielded their questions, his answers concise, shielding you from the need to recount the trauma. He handled the pharmacy calls, the physio scheduling, becoming your fierce, pragmatic advocate...

A week into your recovery, you were finally managing the crutches with less terror. Yoongi watched you navigate from the couch to the kitchen table, a two-minute odyssey, with intense focus. As you sank gratefully into the chair, breathing heavily, he pushed a fresh glass of water towards you. He met your eyes, his expression serious, almost stern. "Just... try not to do that again, okay?" he stated, his voice flat. He gestured vaguely towards the boot. "It's... inconvenient." He held your gaze for a beat longer, the faintest flicker of something warm and terrified deep in his dark eyes before he turned back to his laptop, the ghost of that rare, soft smile threatening at the corner of his mouth. The unspoken translation hung in the air, clear as day... "I care about you so much it terrifies me." But wrapped in his hoodie, sipping the strawberry milk he’d grumbled about fetching, you finally felt safe enough to truly start healing.

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r0-boat · 9 months ago

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can you do gamigin NSFW alphabet pls???

Of course a Lucifer Nsfw wouldn't be complete without his baby brother!

Gamigin NSFW alphabet

Cw: breeding, rough sex, primal sex

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

Aftercare what's that? You mean that deep urge to hold you close, protect, heal and pamper you after breeding is called something?!

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

Soft lap, comfy lap. Laying his head in your lap nuzzling his nose and your plush and inhaling your scent, curling up in your lap as you stroke his scales and fur. He could die happy.

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

Feeling his balls tightening up his shaft and squeezing as he fills you to the brim, He can't help but press his hand over your belly, digging his claws into the skin as he forces you down as far as you can go on his cock, making sure you take every drop.

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

Sometimes when you come over and after you use the shower he takes your towel he buries His nose into it before touching himself. If the towel is still slightly damp the harder he cums.

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

You would be his first ever time He has no experience. He's going off of pure draconic instinct.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy. Best to breed you with ;)

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

Mating is supposed to be fun! Even if he's nervous he tends to make jokes when he's nervous. But after a certain point that goofy side all melts away into pure lust (more on that later)

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

Clean, Not that he shaves... he just doesn't have hair down there.

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

He sees mating is a special thing! And he wants to express how he feels... He just doesn't know how to show it, even when He gets all sorts of advice from his older brothers. He doesn't know what humans do or The devil way to court doesn't feel right to him and he barely even knows how dragons court... Why is mating so hard?

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Burying his sharp teeth and his fist until he bleeds as he fucks a toy till it breaks growling and gnashing as he pretends it's you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Other than the canonical one he has a big breeding kink. Fuck how he wouldn't give to have a little family of his own... And not only that it gives him a sense of satisfaction to give everything he has to you, to claim you.

Don't try to squirm or move away you'll just unlock his predator instinct to hold you down His jaws bearing on your neck as he continues his brutal pace.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere everywhere. Especially in a shower, bathtub... Or skinny dipping You'll never see him the same again

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

You're naked wet body, You're naked wet body with new shampoo and sweet smelling soap. You're sweet freshly ravished body still smelling of another demon. When he finally gets going he can't control himself it's like he becomes a whole other person. Sweet baby Dragon becomes ravenous beast.

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

Actually not really, He's very eager to please, And he will always try anything once.

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

His skill could definitely use work But hes so eager to pleasure you He eats you out like a starving man getting rougher and deeper with each flick, lick and suck.

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

From slow and sensual to will break you. He tries not to lose control but he fails every time, once he has his very first taste of you He's hooked and he could never get off the drug that is you.

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

Don't tempt him He's not going to just be satisfied with one quickie. Will want more and more and more until before you know it He's ramming against you and the sun is already going down.

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

Like I said eager to please he is happy to experiment! Though he might be a little nervous the first time around.

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

His stamina I dare say far surpasses Lucifer and Mammon. he is a dragon after all.

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

Doesn't understand toys. He rather just be inside of you.

It'll have to take some convincing ;)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

If you think it's a good idea to tease a dragon be my guest. He might look teasable and cute at first glance but looks are very deceiving.

Gamigin also doesn't get teasing He rather just be inside of you.

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

Loud animalistic and unholy. Everyone in a radius will know, and it's so hard for him to keep his mouth shut. To keep him from howling at how good you're inside, clamp down around him. He bites into clothing, pillows, blankets, and even himself.

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

When he's fucking you he slowly begins to become more dragon-like his skills start to appear on his body his claws become sharper and thicker than his canines get longer.

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

Yes.... He has two. And they're big

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

Yes.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Yes holding you close as he snoozes away when he finally finally gets all of his pent up frustration out on you. He likes being the little spoon :)

#whb gamigin #whb x reader #whb #smut #wihib #what in hell is bad

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vanilladollette · 3 months ago

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Nsfw headcanons for jaejoon and doyeong pls 🥺🥺🥺

NSFW🔞 Alphabet

Author's note: I will do a Jeon Jae-Joon one!

A = Aftercare

Do-yeong is very attentive and caring after sex. He ensures you’re comfortable, offering water, wiping you down, and pulling you close. He’s not overly verbal about it, but his actions—like adjusting the sheets and brushing hair from your face—show his affection.

B = Body part

On himself, he takes pride in his hands. As someone who plays Go, he has long, skilled fingers that he enjoys using on you. On you, he’s drawn to your neck and collarbone—he loves kissing there, leaving light marks just below where a shirt collar would hide them.

C = Cum

He’s meticulous, never messy. He prefers to finish inside if you’re okay with it—whether it’s in protection or in other safe ways. Otherwise, he’s the type to clean you up immediately, not liking the feeling of stickiness lingering.

D = Dirty secret

Despite his composed exterior, he has a possessive streak. The idea of people seeing you as just “his partner” makes him feel a primal kind of satisfaction. If he ever caught someone flirting with you, he’d be thinking about proving that you’re his all night.

E = Experience

Do-yeong is experienced but not reckless. His previous relationships were more traditional, so he isn’t one for casual flings. He knows what he’s doing but also enjoys learning what pleases you specifically.

F = Favorite position

He prefers positions that allow eye contact—missionary, face-to-face riding, or even having you against a wall while he watches your expressions. If he’s feeling possessive, he enjoys taking you from behind, gripping your hips firmly.

G = Goofy

He’s mostly serious in the moment, focused on both of your pleasure. He doesn’t joke during sex, but if something funny happens, he’ll let out a soft chuckle and brush it off before returning his attention to you.

H = Hair

Well-groomed, neatly trimmed. He keeps things clean but doesn’t remove everything—just enough for comfort and aesthetics.

I = Intimacy

Extremely intimate. He’s not the type for purely detached sex; there’s always emotional depth. He touches you like he’s memorizing every part of you, and his gaze lingers like he’s engraving the moment in his mind.

J = Jack off

He doesn’t do it often, but when he does, it’s usually because he’s been thinking about you—especially if he’s had a stressful day. He keeps it controlled but can get lost in the thought of your body and the way you react to him.

K = Kink

Control/Dominance: He likes being in charge but in a way that’s about guiding rather than forcing.

Delayed gratification: He has incredible patience and enjoys teasing you until you’re desperate for him.

L = Location

He prefers the bedroom, but if he’s feeling particularly risky, he’s not above doing it in his office late at night or in a secluded place at a high-end hotel. He’s too composed to be reckless, but the idea of doing something forbidden excites him.

M = Motivation

Confidence and intelligence turn him on the most. Seeing you take control of a situation in daily life makes him want to take control of you in the bedroom. Physical closeness—subtle touches or whispered words—can also drive him crazy.

N = No

Anything that disrespects you or pushes beyond comfort zones is an absolute no. He also wouldn’t be into degradation—he values you too much to belittle you in any way.

O = Oral

He’s skilled at both giving and receiving but takes more pleasure in giving. He enjoys watching you squirm under his tongue, and he’s methodical, using his hands in tandem to draw out the best reactions.

P = Pace

He usually starts slow and controlled, drawing out every reaction from you. But if he’s feeling particularly possessive or frustrated (especially after a stressful day), he can be rougher and more intense.

Q = Quickie

He prefers taking his time, but he won’t say no to a quickie if circumstances demand it. Office encounters or late-night moments before an event? He’ll make it happen efficiently but still leave you satisfied.

R = Risk

He’s cautious but enjoys pushing boundaries in a controlled manner. He won’t take unnecessary risks but is open to exploring new things behind closed doors.

S = Stamina

He has impressive stamina, able to go multiple rounds if the mood calls for it. However, he’s also controlled—he knows how to pace himself to make sure you’re completely satisfied before he’s done.

T = Toys

He doesn’t own many, but if you express interest, he’s open to incorporating them into your experiences. He prefers more classic forms of pleasure but will use whatever enhances your pleasure.

U = Unfair

He’s a master of teasing. He enjoys getting you worked up with slow touches, whispered words, and deliberately holding back until you’re practically begging him.

V = Volume

Mostly low, deep groans and hushed whispers. He’s not loud, but the way he breathes your name against your skin makes up for it.

W = Wild card

There’s a certain thrill he gets from knowing he’s the only one who gets to see you like this—completely undone beneath him. He won’t say it outright, but every now and then, he’ll give you a look that reminds you exactly who you belong to.

X = X-ray

He is well-endowed—above average at about 7 inches, but what really sets him apart is the thickness. Nothing too flashy or exaggerated—just undeniably impressive.

Y = Yearning

His sex drive is high but controlled. He doesn’t need it constantly, but when he does, it’s intense and purposeful.

Z = Zzz

He doesn’t fall asleep immediately. Instead, he lingers, holding you against him, brushing his fingers over your skin, and pressing light kisses to your temple before drifting off.

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kittenfrostt · 8 months ago

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Can you do a nsfw alphabet for Phoenix pls?? I can’t find a lot for him around 😔

warnings ;; smut smut smut

art by @/ShkretArt on twt

divider by @/benkeibear on tumblr

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐱 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

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

honestly he would treat you like a queen. he’d wash up with you, then he’d probably buy you guys some food or put a movie on for you guys to cuddle until you fell asleep. he may be a little inexperienced and clumsy with it, but he’s trying.

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

probably everything when it comes to himself, realistically. we all know this man has an ego, and he prides himself on having a fit figure.

as for his favorite part of you, he’d definitely worship every inch of you, but if you asked he’d probably say your ass. he likes to lay on it, play with it, bite it, you name it.

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

loves to see you full and covered with his cum. watching as it drips out of you, or purposefully pushing back helping you clean your body bc he just loves to see that pretty body and face of yours doused in his cum. might even take a picture for himself to play with when you’re not there.

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

he definitely watches the videos you guys take together when he’s by himself. he’s probably got dozens of pictures and videos of you he always goes back to.

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

pretty decently experienced, but not as much as he boasts that he is. he knows how to please you, and how to fuck you well. definitely learned most of his tricks from porn.

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F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

doggy 100%. loves to give you some nice back shots, calloused hands gripping your hips and dragging you back to him with each thrust. he’s also a sucker for some sixty nine action.

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

. depends on the moment for sure, but for the most part he’s definitely got a smug grin on his features as he fucks you or pleases you. he likes to taunt and run his mouth for sure.

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

he’s very well kept with his hygiene, so i feel like he’s definitely groomed just about anywhere. you’ll never see him slacking in this department.

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

hear me out– but i feel like he gets really into intimacy when he’s either drunk or tipsy. whispering in your ear how you feel so good around him, and you’re the best thing thats ever happened to him.

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J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he’d be out on a mission for a few days, missing his little angel so don’t be surprised when during one of your late night calls he’s sweetly asking you to show your body to him, hand wrapped around his length as the two of you get eachother off. even over the phone he can hear the sinful squelching of you touching yourself, and it drives him crazy. he’d cum all over his phone that night, anxiously waiting to get home so he can please you better than your fingers.

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K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

oddly enough he’d be into cuckholding. watching you fall apart under one of his best friends would send him cumming faster than he thought. murmuring things like “show him how you cum for me, let him hear the noises i bring out of you’ type shit. also voyeurism, he loves showing off to others that every inch of you belongs to him. call it a pride or ego thing.

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L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

anywhere. you could literally glance at this man for too long during a social outing and he’d pop a boner, whispering in your ear to meet him in the bathroom. he doesn’t really have a favorite place, as he’d pretty much take you anywhere.

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

fueling his ego really gets him going. when you’re begging for more, or praising him on how good he’s doing, he completely loses his mind. he loves being praised as the one to bring you to your orgasm.

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

honestly not much he wouldn’t do. i don’t see him as getting too rough, as he’s more of a passionate and gentle lover.

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

both honestly, he doesn’t have a preference.

he loves watching you choke on his size, but he could also stay buried between your thighs for hours on end. he’s a sloppy eater too, and don’t expect him to stop unless you’re practically begging for a break.

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

definitely more slow and sensual, he likes to slowly pull a climax from you, taking his time that way he can ravish you much longer. he’d pick up the pace, but i don’t see him getting too rough. his little prince/princess will get treated as such.

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

doesn’t mind them at all, in fact he encourages them. “just a little bit baby,” he’d coo out to you, pumping his cock between your thighs in the bathroom stall, your body pressed against the door.

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

definitely down to experiment, he’s open to any suggestions. anything to make his angel happy. he’s definitely a risk taker. under the table at an important dinner? sign him up.

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

he could go for hours, honestly, even overstimulated. he can last for pretty long while– his stamina is extremely high.

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

he doesn’t own toys no, but he’d definitely be down to use them if you want him to. he’d much prefer to use the toys on you, though.

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U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

all the fucking time. he’s an asshole, and he will sit and taunt and tease you for his own gain. he just finds it so cute. enjoys leaving you a wanting, breathless mess.

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

he can get pretty loud, but his grunts and groans are usually muffled against your skin as he bites and kisses along your skin.

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

he definitely boasts to the team about you, how you're such a good boyfriend/girlfriend to him. you’re always on his mind, and he makes sure everyone around him knows how lucky he is to have such a pretty thing like you.

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

he’s got a muscular build for sure, clean cut and athletic.

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

higher than he knows when he meets you, honestly.

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Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he doesn’t tire out easily, and he’d probably be awake for hours just watching your pretty features while you sleep, leaving subtle kisses along your skin. but once this man is knocked out he is out.

#valorant smut #valorant x reader #valorant #smut #phoenix valorant #phoenix x reader #phoenix smut

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southangel · 1 year ago

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hii i love your works sm!! i hope ur doing well ^^ i requested a previous work of yours (stan+kenny w a s/o whos afraid of the dark) and i really loved it <33 could you pls do kenny nsfw alphabet?

also im not sure if you do emoji anons but if so can i pls be ⚡️ - anon ? (if not pls js feel free to ignore lol)

Kenny Mccormick NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: nsfw, MDNI

Notes: Ahh thank you SO much for the compliment!! I do have emoji anons, so i’ll put you down as ⚡️ anon! Credits to original alphabet layout in my introduction.

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

I think that after sex, Kenny would be pretty energetic or at least not knock-out tried.

Not energetic to go another round, but enough to get you both washed up and comfortable.

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

Kenny’s favorite body part of his would be his hands, He loves how he can do so much with them.

His favorite body part of yours would probably be your ass.

Kenny could care less at the size, he loves your ass and everything about it.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically...)

I see Kenny as a messy person, kind of.

When it comes to cum, he either wants it to be inside of you or on you, preferably the front of your body.

His cum is a little thin, definitely stains easily.

Kenny probably doesn’t like the hassle of having to clean his sheets every time, so that’s probably why he does that.

He wouldn’t care where it would have gotten otherwise.

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

Kenny would get turned on by the smell of whatever perfume or cologne you use, fragrance in general.

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

Definitely experienced, no doubt about it.

Kenny doesn’t know if he would call himself experienced though, or know what he’s doing.

To him, he thinks that being experienced should be to know exactly what you like and don’t.

Kenny can’t know what he’s doing when he doesn’t know these things yet.

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

Kenny probably likes multiple positions, so he can’t really decide.

His favorites would consist of doggy style and cowgirl, but he would also like the classic missionary.

He doesn’t care what positions you do, as long as he can kiss your face while having eye contact with you easily.

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

Definitely more goofy than serious.

Kenny doesn’t find a point in being so serious when he knows this is going to happen between you two multiple more times.

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

Pretty well groomed, I don’t think Kenny really has anything going on down there so there isn’t much to say.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

Kenny can definitely be romantic.

I did say that he was goofy, but that doesn’t mean that he can’t be romantic.

He wants this time between you two to be the most attractive moment you’ve had together, nothing less.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Honestly, I don’t think he would jack off all the time.

The only time I see Kenny jacking off like that is if he’s desperate and hasn’t seen you in a while.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

I actually think that Kenny doesn’t have many kinks, he just wants to please you.

That’s probably why I see him with a praise kink, he wants to know that he’s doing good and that you’re happy with him.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere. Literally anywhere.

Kenny isn’t ashamed, if he feels like it, then he will.

Probably gets really mad when you tell him it isn’t going to happen on the bus.

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

Honestly, just seeing you is already enough to get Kenny up and going.

It’s only because as soon as he sees you, his mind goes wild and starts thinking of various things.

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

Kenny is always open to new things, sexual or not.

The one thing he’ll never do is experimenting with things that cause pain, especially for you.

He doesn’t want to get harmed, but harming you hurts more.

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

Kenny prefers to give, especially after how much he had probably annoyed you with his teasing.

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t love receiving, though.

He really wouldn’t mind if you woke up one day and decided to give him a blowjob.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Kenny is more in between, but he leans towards fast and rough.

His pace can vary though depending on how he’s feeling.

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

Loves quickies, no question about it.

Kenny will do it anytime and anywhere, does not matter at all.

He does prefer proper sex though, just so that he can really take his time with you.

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

Kenny is all open to experimenting.

As I said earlier, he’s fine with doing anything you want to, as long as there’s no harm involved.

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

Most he can go is 2-3 rounds.

If Kenny has an extra burst of energy, he could maybe go for another 1-2 rounds if he wants to.

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

Kenny probably has toys somewhere in his room, but he doesn’t use them often.

He doesn’t use them on himself, they’re mainly only for you.

Kenny refrains from using a blindfold most times, only because he really likes seeing your eyes:

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A lot. Definitely teases you a lot.

Kenny finds it amusing when you get mad at him for teasing, it just riles him up more.

The only way to really stop him is either tease back or act unfazed.

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

Kenny is already a pretty quiet kid, until he starts talking.

I dont think this really applies during sex though as he would be in the middle, leaning towards louder sounds.

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

Kenny is the type of guy to jack off to your own clothing instead of photos:

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

Kenny ranges from about 4.9 inches, 12.5 centimeters.

When he’s hard, he can definitely gain a few extra inches.

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

Very high sex drive, will never be on the low scale.

Kenny is almost always active, almost.

There are days where he just wants to do nothing.

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

Definitely doesn’t fall asleep quickly.

The sleepiness would probably affect Kenny an hour later, maybe even more.

“You can’t be that tired already.. Let’s go for more!”

#south park x reader #south park #south park x y/n #kenny mcormick x reader #kenny mccormick #kenny x reader #south park smut

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ddlcpoly · 3 months ago

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how Yuri and natsuki end up together?

*Natsuki is rummaging through the clubroom closet*

Natsuki: Fuck.

*Yuri noticing that Natsuki is having problems decides to check up on her*

Yuri: Um, Natsuki, what seems to be the issue?

*Natsuki turns towards her*

Natsuki: Oh, ugh, it's just that I can't find my copy of the first volume of Ouran Host Club.

Yuri: Is it the manga that a character in a pink suit and a bouquet of flowers for a cover?

Natsuki, confused: Uh, yeah, why?

Yuri: Didn't Sayori borrow it?

Natsuki: Oh, shit, yeah. I forgot. How come you know?

Yuri: Oh, uh, well you gave it to her a few days ago in front of everyone.

Natsuki: Oh yeah, I forget that you always see everything.

Yuri: O-Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to intrude.

Natsuki: Wa-Wait, wait no. I didn't mean it like that, yo-you're just attentive. I guess.

Yuri: O-Oh, really?

Natsuki: Yeah. Sure. Like, I’m not good at the whole complementing thing, but yeah, I’ve seen how good you are at paying attention to stuff.

Yuri: O-Oh, thanks.

*A small awkward silence fills the closet they're in*

Natsuki: So um. Can I ask you something?

Yuri: Sure. What is it?

Natsuki, her face turning increasingly red: So like, um, we've been friends and stuff and like, you like girls and I also like girls, so, um, would you- uh.

*She looks up at her, Yuri looks surprised*

Natsuki: N-NEVERMIND! I'M GOING NOW.

*Natsuki adverts her eyes away from Yuri and starts speed walking towards the door*

Yuri: W-Wait. I-I uh, you. Can I? Uhhh. Pl-Please can I? J-Just wait a bit.

*Yuri grabs hold of her sleeve*

Yuri: I-I think I know what you were about to say? So you can just say, please.

Natsuki: Y-You knew?

Yuri: Wait, no I.

Natsuki: Wh-Why do you want me to say it outloud? So you can reject me?

*Natsuki's eyes start to water*

Natsuki: Are you going to make fun of the raging lesbian that couldn't keep it in her pants?Is that's it? Or is it that you want me to stroke your ego by saying the shit that I find so hot and amazing about you, is that wh-

*Yuri leans in towards her and plants a kiss right on her lips, a quick and nervous peck, one that both girls felt it lasted forever and yet ended way too early*

Natsuki: I-uh, What?

Yuri: I-I-I like you Natsuki, a-a lot. S-So could we go out? Please?

Natsuki, blushing furiously: I-UH, WHAT?

Yuri: It’s uh, I do mean this, I-I know that you have had issues with trusting people and I-I know that sometimes people are assholes that say things without meaning them, but please believe me when I say that there is nothing I am more certain about than my desire to go out with you. So please, c-c-could we?

Natsuki: YES!

*Yuri takes a tiny step back, startled*

Natsuki: I-I mean, um, s-sure, I think i-it’s worth a shot.

Yuri: …

Yuri: Ahahahaha.

*Yuri starts laughing uncontrollably. Natsuki looks at her with concern and worry.*

Yuri: Aha, I am, ahaha, I am sorry. It’s just that you are really cute, Natsuki.

Natsuki: Wha-what!? D-Don’t say that.

*Yuri calms down from her laughing fit and smiles lovingly at Natsuki*

Yuri: Um, sorry, I don’t know what came over me.

*A default phone notification sound comes from Yuri’s backpack.*

Yuri: Oh, sorry, it’s probably one of my moms.

*She quickly glances at her phone after taking it out of her backpack*

Yuri: Oh, it’s really late, I need to get going if I want to make it for dinner. I’m sorry I can’t stay, but I’ll see you tomorrow?

Natsuki, with her phone in her hand: Shit yeah, it’s late, my dad probably won’t like it if I take any longer.

*As they both get ready to leave, Natsuki gets an idea*

Natsuki: So, uh-

*She yanks Yuri by the collar swiftly lands a kiss on Yuri’s lips, savouring the moment now that she wasn’t caught off-guard and starts running towards the hallway*

Natsuki: See you tomorrow bae!

*Yuri looks on at where she once was in stunned delight*

#ddlc #ddlc poly #doki doki literature club #ddlc natsuki #ddlc yuri

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kalesaladd · 3 months ago

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this is super self indulgent, but i love my buggy boy and thought it would be fun to do an nsfw alphabet for him!

pls be nice besties i’ve genuinely never written anything longer than a random hc or silly text post before :)

hope y’all enjoy! MDNI please!

phantom 💜🦇🐜

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

- he usually tires himself out the way he goes about it, so often times slow and sweet.

- cleans you up after catching his breath and basking in the moment for a hot second.

- loves to take a nice warm shower with partners after and wash each others hair. then have tea. then cuddle and watch a tv show. he’s a cutie i love him!

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

- his favorite body part is probably his hands, they’re very agile and dexterous when he’s performing (obviously) and he is pretty confident in his skills in that department. he also makes sure to accentuate them with his finger tape

- boob guy. he loves a nice pair on his partners, will bury his face in them if you let him (iffrities included). squishy, soft and grab-able is his fav.

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

- usually depends on his partner’s preference, he’s game for anything

- his personal preference is to finish inside his partner, it’s a bonding experience to him and he doesn’t like to part from them for too long while in the moment

- will give you a facial or come in your mouth if you ask, but he’s a little shy about it

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

- when he’s taking care of things on his own he likes to imagine a certain partner and tailor the experience to previous encounters

- he loves when dew is a little mean to him, but he won’t give him the satisfaction of telling him that. dew’s head is big enough.

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

- he’s young and newly summoned, so not a ton of experience (although the older ghouls or his more experienced partners are eager to teach him their ways)

- he’s a naturally curious and exploratory guy, so he picks things up easily and is always down to try things

- endearingly clumsy with it sometimes

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

- ooh boy

- he can’t pick

- he loves them all

- but usually sticks to the classics (missionary, doggy, cowgirl/riding, etc.)

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

- he’s a fun loving guy, doesn’t take things or himself too seriously, and likes to think of sex as a fun and exploratory activity

- never awkward with him, he’s a giggler and easily adaptable

- sex with him is always a fun & silly time

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

- pretty well groomed

- prefers to keep things nice and neat

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

- he has a lot of energy and enthusiasm (expanded on later) and can sometimes forget to slow down and enjoy the moment

- he is a romantic and a sweetie at heart, so he’s definitely capable of the sensual and romantic vibe when it’s the right mood

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

- he’s horny. a lot.

- has a healthy relationship with self pleasure and sees it as a form of self care

- if no one else is in the mood he’s more than happy to take care of it himself

- needs to work on being discreet sometimes oops

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

- exhibitionism: he loves to try new things and toe the line. the idea of doing something sort of “risque” gives him a thrill

- praise: he loves to praise his partners and vice versa. tell him he’s a good boy and he melts. he’s a cutie!

- eye contact: he loves to see exactly how his partners are feeling, never wants them to hide

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

- you name it he’s up for it

- he likes to explore and try new things, so he’s always looking for new places to have some fun with his partners

- my boy is BENDY, and he’s able to adapt to most positions in places that are not so easy to maneuver in

- anywhere from counter/desktop, standing, couch, bed, shower, dressing room, tour bus, etc.

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

- phantom is easy

- a little affection, praise or touching can get him going pretty quickly

- he also loves the adrenaline fueled high he gets after performing, and is almost always looking to have some spicy fun after rituals

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

- personally, i don’t think phantom would be into anything too rough when topping

- i don’t think he would be into impact play or degradation

- he treats sex as more of a fun activity to enjoy together without much of a power dynamic

- he’s a sweetie at heart

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

- phantom is a munch/sloppy toppy giving enjoyer for sure

- he loves to give in all ways, and that definitely shows in the oral department

- it makes him feel good to give to his partners, and definitely gets him going seeing how he affects them

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

- i think he can do either, but it depends on the mood. he’s partial to fast and hard most of the time, but he’s sweet about it.

- he has a lot of energy and enthusiasm (golden retriever mf), so he likes to show that through his actions in the bedroom.

- he gets excited and caught up in the moment easily and sometimes he forgets to slow down.

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

- phantom is almost always down for a quick sesh

- before a ritual is his favorite, gives him a nice rush before getting out there to perform

- he prefers to go multiple rounds and really get down to business, but he doesn’t have anything against quickies

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

- like i said, he’s up for anything

- always looking for new things to try with partners to make it more fun and enjoyable

- he’ll try anything once

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

- bug is young, and enthusiastic almost always.

- you’ve seen him on stage, my guy is running around like he’s on a sugar high most of the time.

- he’s almost always down for a few rounds, and he likes to tire himself and his partners out.

- personally, i don’t think he can’t last that long in a single round, he’s too excited and into it to hold off. but he makes up for it in enthusiasm, the net amount of time he can go for, and total number of rounds he can go for.

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

- he’s not threatened by introducing toys into the bedroom

- thinks they’re just an enhancement to make the experience more fun and exciting

- up for using them on a partner and having them use one on him

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

- he gets silly with it

- tries to draw it out as much as possible, although he doesn’t usually last that long in a singular round

- likes to be teased, especially when receiving oral

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

- can’t control the sounds he lets out. doesn’t often hold back, which sometimes gets him into trouble…

- moans, groans, swears, whimpers. you name it, he does it.

- not too loud, but enough to where he needs to muffle it sometimes (especially when doing something semi-public)

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

- he enjoys playing with multiple partners at once

- his motto: the more the merrier!

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

- personally i love big dick phantom who doesn’t quite know what to do with it at first

- doesn’t realize he’s packing at first either, gets shy about it

- tall and lanky, lots of tattoos and piercings (prince albert piercing, patchwork sleeve, etc.)

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

- phantom is a young ghoul. think college frat boy level of hormones and horniness.

- his sex drive is pretty much through the roof for the most part, and he’s almost always up for it.

- he’s okay with or without, but he’s always game.

Zw = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

- as previously mentioned, he likes to go for a while and tire himself out

- it’s hit or miss really. he enjoys the soft afterwards moments, and likes to spend quality time with his partners after sex.

- eepy boy. sometimes he just passes out. can sleep anywhere and everywhere.

*these are my personal headcanons and ideas, it’s totally fine if you don’t agree with me or think i’m wrong. i just wanted to have a little fun with something new! feel free to lmk if you have any thoughts!*

#smut alphabet #smut #phantom smut #phantom ghoul #phantom ghoul smut #ghost band #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost tour #ghost ghouls #cw smut #mdni #18+ mdni #mdni please #tw smut

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kennysboxergf · 2 years ago

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Niko nsfw alphabet pls

Alphabet ~ Niko Omilana

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

Niko LOVES kisses. He would clean you up (doesn’t like the mess) and then kisses and kisses. He doesn’t seem like one to tire off and fall asleep so he would probably talk to you about anything in the dark, twirling your hair around his finger as he presses gentle kisses to your face.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partners)

Niko loves his hands. He loves how large they are because of his height. He grabs onto anything and everything he can on you with them.

He loves your boobs. Obviously. He strikes me as a very tit person. He also probably loves your hair, loves twirling it, feeling it, pulling it, you name it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

He loves to see his cum on (and in) you but hates the feeling of it after he’s come down from the post sex drive so he’ll stumble around trying to find anything to clean it up.

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

He’s quite submissive when it comes to it. He loves when you’re on top telling him what to do. He’s also probably quite an exhibitionist. Doing it in risky places where people could find you and kick you out probably turns him on more. (I get this from all the prank videos. How does he have the courage to do all that?)

E = Experience (how experienced are they)

He probably has had a few partners before so he’s not inexperienced but he still likes discovering new things that are specific only to you.

F = Favorite position

Cowgirl. Omggg he loves to see the way he’s pleasing you. You face twisted in pleasure and your tits bouncing in front of him? GET HIM IN THERE.

G = Goofy (are they more serious or goofy at the moment?)

Goofy as fuck, r u kidding me? He’s cracking jokes as he’s entering you and at some points you want to just kick him out and sort yourself out but then he laughs, apologises and then fucks you good so it’s all good right.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they)

It’s clean but it’s not silky smooth down there. Pretty well manscaped but there is still hair. He takes care of himself, girl it’s alright.

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

Niko is very intimate, always trying to be right next to you, whispering affirmations into your ears (or you whispering them into his). His full attention is on you making air eyes touching all the right places and that you’re having fun.

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

He would text you telling you how much he needs you. It would be up to you if you wanted to send him any material for his activities but whenever he would jerk off he would be thinking of you. Imagining it was your hand on his cock, imagining that you were there whispering sweet nothings to you.

He would probably also be moaning really loud especially if he knows he’s alone.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

PRAISE PRAISE PRAISE. My man loves being affirmed and loves affirming you too. Always a little “you’re doing so good” or a “oh my god that feels heavenly” or just an especially loud moan from you when he does something different is enough to get him going even harder.

He would probably also be into a little orgasm denial (to you or to himself) he loves waiting when he knows it’s going to be even better when he finally gets to cum. He also loves seeing how desperate you get when you don’t get to cum, he loves that he drives you to that point.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

This man would start going at it anywhere, bathrooms, cars but he does like the comfort of his own room (or yours) where he knows where everything is. He would probably also do it in the other boy’s rooms (with your consent) to fuck witth them.

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

Give him a wink and trail your finger up his arm, he would be very easily turned on. Bend over in front of him once and suddenly you’re fucking in the kitchen. He truly is attracted to you.

Especially when you lay a hand on his thigh (maybe trail up higher a little), he is SENSITIVE so he would abandon everything if you did that.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do)

I think he’s pretty game for anything but he doesn’t strike me as a big degrading guy. He would get to call you, someone he adores in every space, anything bad so I think he would stay away from that.

Unless it’s something you really want, then he might experiment with it after (thoroughly) understanding what you gain from it. Like I said he’s pretty game.

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

Man loves both, he loves to eat you out knowing how much he’s pleasing you, not caring how much he can breathe. He keeps going after you’ve cum because he loves the taste of you so much.

He lives it when you’re down there too, your lips on his cock, licking at his tip and veins? He would be in shambles.

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

He would start off slow and then build up to a ravenous pace as the tension in the room builds. Fast and rough for most of the night but he makes sure not to hurt you.

Sometimes though he’s down and he just wants to love you so he’s slow and sensual, kissing you and telling you how much he loves you as he slowly thrusts into you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often)

Quickies are an option and you two do have quickies very often in bar bathrooms and cars but he likes taking care of you after so it’s not preferred. It does happen a lot but doesn’t mean it’s preferred.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks)

As long as it isn’t affecting no one physically (like no condoms), he loves risks. He wants to know all the ways to please you.

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

He is definitely never fucking satisfied. The two of you have just finished and he’s lying there on the bed panting and he turns his head to look at you and has the audacity to say “round two” to your face. You do end up having another round but this man does not rest.

T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them?)

It’s a meh on the toys. You have some but they rarely come out and they’re mostly for him because he doesn’t think he needs any to please you. (And the toys are probably only like rings so he can contain himself)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease you but you’re nothing less than him. The two of you make it a game to rile each other up and he's very easily worked up. But he does love to tease, making you whine and moan in need before he indulges you.

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

Just like he is around friends he’s very loud in bed. Moaning like you don’t even have neighbours. He doesn’t contain any sounds, he would whimper and whine into your ears. You have definitely gotten a few complaints over the course of your relationship but he responds with just getting louder the next night.

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

He loves the foreplay of when you two are just grinding on each other. He loves how it kind of stretches it out so he can enjoy every second of it with you.

X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

My man is packing with a capital P. I’d say 7-9 inches? Nothing fucking crazy (I once did see someone say 12 inches in this spot and I genuinely 😨) but he is long. Not very thick but he can work with the length.

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

Niko’s sex drive is really high. He wants you all the time. It is crazy. And as soon as you give him the slightest of signals that you’re up for it too he jumps on the opportunity.

Z = ZZZ ( how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not very. He loves to go for multiple rounds. But after he’s mostly satisfied he still lays awake for a while talking to you so he does take some time to doze off.

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There it is! Not sure if I’m confident on all of these but it’s here. I loved doing this so please request more with other members and maybe the sfw one? (Please this is turning into the horniest place ever with all these smut requests 😭)

anyways as always requests are open and please come by and say hi <3

#beta squad #niko omilana #niko x reader #niko x you #smut

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trailerparkbeauty · 16 days ago

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🎧 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐳𝐢𝐤 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

(𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖) - 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐳𝐢𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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

Essential. He needs to know you’re okay. Even if he was gentle, even if nothing got too rough — he still gets quiet, a little shaky, and wraps around you like he’s scared you’ll vanish. He’ll rub your back, hold your face, kiss your shoulders. He gets clingy after, whispering, “Was that okay?” more than once. You always have to remind him: Yes, Sonny. It was better than okay.

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

He’s obsessed with your thighs. He doesn’t even know why, just that they make him stutter. He loves laying between them, holding them, watching them shake. And for himself? He’s deeply insecure about his body — but if he was to pick anything he’d pick his hair, he loves how soft it is and how it frames his face (and how you pull it when he’s being bad).

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

He’s messy with it — not in a careless way, but in a desperate one. He tries to hold back, but when he’s close, it’s all breathless gasping and trembling hands. He loves cumming on your stomach or inside (if that’s safe for you), and he’ll always ask first — a breathless, panicked, “Can I? Please?” Like he’s begging for permission to fall apart.

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

He’d never tell you — but Sonny will forever fantasise about doing something in public. Out of his shyness, he never could, though the thought of you pulling him into a dark alley, telling him to shut up as you yanked his belt open? It gets him off more than he’d like to admit.

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

Very little. He’s had past partners, but it was always awkward, rushed, or transactional. With you, it’s the first time it’s ever felt real. He’s nervous, self-conscious, and eager to learn. If you guide him? He’s endlessly grateful, taking every reaction like it’s gospel.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything where he can be close. Missionary with your hands in his hair. Sitting on his lap, forehead to forehead. Sometimes even spooning from behind with slow, sleepy thrusts. But he’ll always adore seeing your face, hearing your voice — it helps calm his mind, reminds him this is real.

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

Sonny is so hyper focused on pleasuring you that being jokey doesn’t even cross his mind — however if you initiate any kind of joke he can’t help but giggle a bit, it’s you after all.

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

He’s a little self-conscious about being unkempt. Always keeping his body hair trimmed, a bit messily sure, though he’d automatically change something about his routine if you disapproved.

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

Everything is intimate with Sonny. Even quickies feel personal. He doesn’t know how to separate sex from love. Eye contact makes him fall apart. Whispering that you love him while he’s inside you? That’s the fastest way to destroy him emotionally and sexually.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He does — often. He thinks about you, but sometimes he avoids it because it makes him too emotional. If you ever catch him or walk in on him, he goes bright red and tries to hide — not out of shame, but because you seeing him in that vulnerable moment feels almost too intense.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise, service, body worship, begging all turn him into an absolute mess. He wants to take care of you, but he doesn’t have the confidence to be aggressively dominant. What he loves is when you need him, when you cry out for him, when you praise him and he gets to feel worthy. He’ll do anything you ask if it makes you feel good and he lives to hear you moan his name.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Mostly the bedroom. He likes safety, softness, doors that lock. But sometimes — sometimes — if you tug him into the kitchen while dinner’s cooking or sit on his lap while a movie plays… he’ll let himself be pulled into something more spontaneous. If it’s with you, he’ll follow.

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

You. Always you. A look, a touch, the way your shirt rides up when you stretch. He gets hard just thinking about the sound of your voice in bed. He’s not cocky about it — he just loves you so much, it doesn’t take much to set him on fire.

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

Anything that could harm you, physically or emotionally, no matter how much you begged for something he could never bring himself to hurt you.

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

Giving: He lives between your legs. He treats it like worship. He’s focused, deliberate, messy — quietly obsessed with making you come. If you grip his hair or tell him he’s doing good? He’ll come in his pants. Receiving: He’s shy about it. He feels guilty about asking. But if you’re confident and gentle? He will melt under your mouth — biting his lip, whispering your name like a prayer, gripping the sheets.

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

Usually slow and deep — like he’s savoring every second. But if he’s been holding back all day, or if he’s feeling particularly emotional (or jealous)? He’ll lose control a little. Still loving, still careful — but rougher, tighter, more desperate.

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

Nervous about them at first. He likes time, closeness, connection. But if you pull him into a bathroom at a party, or wake him up with needy kisses, he can be coaxed into something fast and breathless — still whispering, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

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

He doesn’t like big risks. He worries too much about getting caught, doing something wrong, or making you uncomfortable. But if you initiate something semi-public or risqué? His heartbeat explodes. He’ll do it, hands trembling, whispering “God, you’re gonna kill me” the whole time.

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

He doesn’t last long if it’s intense — especially if you’re on top or talking him through it. But he recovers fast and always wants to go again. Once you’re done, he’ll still be touching you, whispering, “You want more?” like he’s begging to be useful.

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

Never seen, owned or used one before meeting you. Nervous at first. A little intimidated. But incredibly curious and open-minded if you introduce them. He’ll blush, stammer, but if it makes you feel good? He’s into it. Especially if he gets to use them on you and watch you come undone.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Doesn’t have any desire to tease as all he wants to do is pleasure you — but if you sweet talk him enough he’ll tease and edge you for a bit, he wouldn’t be able to go much longer without pleasing you to the maximum.

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

Not loud — but intense. Deep gasps, low moans, little desperate whimpers. The closer he is, the more uncontrollable it gets. If you talk dirty to him while you ride him? He’ll sob. Sonny doesn’t perform — every sound he makes is honest. Low whimpers when you touch him, quiet begging when he’s close, full-on broken groans when you say his name. He gets embarrassed after and hides his face in your neck like, “God, I’m sorry, that was—” and you always cut him off with a kiss.

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

He loves being praised apart. The more you worship him, the more overwhelmed he gets — to the point where he might cry if you ride him slow and keep eye contact. He tries to hide it, but when it’s too much, he breaks open and lets go in this deeply emotional, gorgeous way.

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

Average length, average thickness, flushed at little bit pink but nothing out of the ordinary —enough for him to blush every time you wrapped your lips around him though.

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

He is aching for you, constantly. He’ll pretend he’s fine, but if he’s been apart from you for even a day? He’s twitchy, needy, hovering near you like a dog waiting for scraps. When you finally touch him, he falls apart fast — like he’s been waiting forever.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Right after sex, he’s dazed and quiet, sometimes overwhelmed. He’ll cling to you with everything he’s got — arms around your waist, face in your chest, mumbling soft things. “You’re my everything. I’m sorry if I messed it up. I love you.” It’s the only time he sleeps peacefully.

#al pacino #dog day afternoon #sonny wortzik #al pacino imagine #al pacino x reader #sonny wortzik x reader #dog day afternoon imagine #sonny wortzik imagine

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eyesundernightfall · 2 months ago

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some TPOT 17 thoughts hehe

!(MASSIVE SPOILERS OFC)!

okay ngl this ep was like rlly good??? In terms of recent eps I’d rank it between episode 16 and 15 (bc 16 was decent n 15 was peak I do not take criticism/j)

the opening was neat, any eliminated contestant content is greatly appreciated (also SAW MY BELOVED-)

Skipping over a bit, the challenge was rlly goofy (I’d expect nothing less from bottle lmao) although I have a slight fear that bottle will go power hungry or smth and kinda become the new pillow, in terms of her goofiness/spontaneous nature and stuff but she seemed fine this ep, and showed genuine concern for her team being ufe, so I think we’re good fn

also WE GOT PILLOW N YF OUT LESGOOO

I honestly didn’t rlly like either of them by the end. I could see the appeal in others liking them ig but pillow just felt counterproductive on purpose for her “research” and YF was just kinda there. He had a cool partnership w/ PT ig???? But that felt like it was 3/4 off camera w/ not much to it so I wasn’t particularly sad to see either of them leave

I liked the idea of splitting the teams up into representative groupings, and also can’t wait for the merge where we could get more interactions like the ones we got this episode

Also poor tv man the guy had such a valid crash out like honestly-

he got ditched and then got a spider mech suit thing like hell yea u tell them (i still rlly like both grassy n tree but TV was still so justified imo)

btw POOR TWO

THEYRE SO WORRIED ABT GATY WHO I ALSO WANT TO SEE BTW WHERE SHE ATTTTT

My best guess is either Gaty’s locked in some special area for one to maybe use as a bargaining chip in case of emergency or perhaps she’s just lost in the flower field. who knows

now for the 3 main things/scenes I wanted to talk about

1- BOOK WAS ICE COLD AND I AM HERE FOR IT

ok it was more like a lil pissed off and very exasperated BUT STILL IM GLAD SHE GOT THAT BOUNDARY SET YOU GO GIRL

On the other hand tho I do feel kind of bad for pencil, especially since I do kind of relate to her in terms of missing ppl or memories that have moved on (??) ig?? More on that later

I definitely don’t want either of them to go anytime soon and hopefully make it to the merge, but I think there’s a solid chance book might get out next ep ToT (VOTE BOOK BTW WE CAN SAVE HER PLEASE I AM STARVEDDD FOR BOOK CONTENT AND SHE MUGHT GET OUT SOON IN BFDIA TOO NUUUUUU)

Anyway, now that she’s been rejected by her last old ally in the game I think I want to see pencil either get fully ruthless n cutthroat with no room for ANYONE (and do this even more then before) or maybe finally open up to new allies? Idk I just want her and book to stay and see what goes down

2- ONE GOT HER SHIT ROCKED???? BY DONUT OF ALL PPL?????? LETS FUCKING GO??????? To b clear one is easily one of if not my fav algebralien but I rlly wanna c her get her ass beat that was awesome. She’s genuinely a great villain and her borderline psychotic episode w/ Donut showing how desperate she is for these deals was incredible to watch MAJOR props to sonderingemily (I believe that’s how u spell it pls forgive) for the voice acting that was so cool

this also solidifies her status as a villain even further, like it was kinda already pretty obvious, but now we see the lengths she will go to for her plan it is greatttt

I also love donut like 10x more now I already thought he was a great character but this just made him better like wow (plus he’ll hopefully stick around for longer bc of this in the event CY is ufe anytime soon yippe)

lastly, I wanna talk about the pen & pencil scene cuz that shit hit DEEP

I’m not gonna lie, pen’s words n whole situation hit hard for me personally especially when irl I’ve been dealing with some messy social stuff, working through things and emotionally processing some past events as well. I’m wishing for older times, definitely romanticizing them quite a bit but those times were still better than this. now I’m asking myself who I want to spend my time around as I grapple w/ the fact that the people I do still hang around from before have changed, some seemingly for the worse, but at the same time, they’re links to parts of my past I wish I still had, so what do I do with that? The experience of not being able to quite move on from a memory or piece of the past while others have, especially when they were closely tied to those memories before, is a very real and isolating experience that the jnj team honestly captured wonderfully in this scene, and I actually listened to just the audio after I’d finished the episode just to reflect on pen’s words in my own life. I get this is still technically ‘baby object kids show’ but honestly this episode actually felt deeper/more mature in many aspects, and this scene really tied it together for me in a very personal way that I was genuinely not expecting when I put the video on, and I think that’s good. It still had some really well done humour, but it hit home in a very piercing way for me today. I like the contrast of pencil’s near total shut out of the world while pen is @ least trying to be near others more, although you can still see him reminiscing about before, which is also smth I completely understand the duality of

also even though BAGGED is ufe I don’t have much worry of pen getting out (which I rlly don’t want him to) since he’s clearly got a pretty huge arc going atm and I want to see it keep going

closing thoughts on the ep, I liked the challenge, but the characters rlly brought it home today. The challenge brought a nice way of splitting the teams up to basically get a whole ep of cross team interactions to continue arcs that have been taking a while up until now which was rlly nice

I can’t wait to see what one will b up to as she clearly sinks into desperation w/ her deals, and now donut’s a loose canon, likely being able to spread info abt her freely

there was even more buildup to other events that will hopefully get payoffs soon, and I can’t wait for that, but that’s all from me :))

#Tpot #bfb #bfdi #battle for dream island #The power of two #im not taggin everyone I mentioned NOPE Im too tired #Also kind of #Vent #ig?#just cause of the end bits there is all #Also feel free to comment rb and discuss!#I’m fully open to others opinions and theories on the episode and would love to chat abt whatever!!

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shakey-loves · 1 year ago

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I'm Sorry...

@blythebewitched @blues-of-randomness pls don't kill me.

Warning: Blood, Very sad.

Kickin did his best to not cry as he gently swaddled Riot in a blanket. “C-come on, baby. You have to g-get better. Get better for Daddy, please.” He whispered as the small chick continued to cough up blood. “J-just hold o-out until Papa gets home. P-please.” He begged, holding Riot as close as he could without hurting him. Moving to lay down in bed, Kickin could do nothing but silently sob, hoping, praying for Riot to be okay.

After what seemed like days, Bubba finally walked in through the front door. “H-honey. I’m home.” Looking in the playpen, he immediately noticed something was wrong. Sparky was comforting Rave while Dusk was doing the same with Mari. Bow, Rocky, and Ben also looked worried. But, where was Riot? “Kickin? Where are you?” He could quiet crying coming from somewhere inside the house. “Are you in the bedroom? The bathroom?”

“B-bedroom.” Upon walking inside, Bubba saw Kickin under the blankets, the chicken obviously distressed and crying. “What happened? Where’s Riot? The kids look upset, did someone get hurt?” Walking up to place on his husband’s shoulder, Bubba froze at the sight of Riot silently crying with blood coming out of his beak. Tears were absolutely pouring from Kickin’s eyes as he tried to calm the crying chick with quiet whispers and kisses.

“Wh-What happened?!” Bubba exclaimed in shock as Kickin sat up. “I-I t-tried to take e-everyone to the park. But as soon as everyone stepped outside, they turned back into plastic eggs! I freaked out and stepped on Riot’s egg! It was an accident, I swear, Bubba!” Kickin cried, holding Riot closer. Bubba shook his head and quickly held his arms out for Riot. “Whatever, just give him here! If we can’t take him to the hospital, I’ll look at him myself. What are his symptoms?”

Kickin handed Riot, who let out a quiet cry from the movement. “He’s b-been coughing up blood, and o-one of his legs is bending the wrong way.” Unwrapping Riot, Bubba immediately got to work putting the small leg in a splint, apologizing to the chick whenever he cried, and took out a stethoscope to listen to his lungs.”...It doesn’t sound good. Not good at all.”

Kickin felt like he was going to be sick. Those were the very last words he wanted to hear. “H-he’s not going to be okay?” Bubba couldn’t turn around, knowing he’d cry as well if he looked at Kickin. He silently shook his head as he wrapped Riot back up, wiping the blood from his mouth and beak with tissues. “He’s taken a lot of damage. And we can’t take him to the hospital, and I can’t do much else. The only thing we can do is be there for him.”

Handing Riot back, Bubba went to get the kids. “I’ll get the kids. They seemed really upset when I came in.” Bubba said, leaving the two chickens alone. Tears began to pour again as Kickin did his best not to hyperventilate. “I’m so sorry, baby. I never meant to.” Riot weakly chirped as he raised a feathered arm for Kickin. Bubba walked back in with the other chicks and calves, each one letting out a chirp or trumpet upon seeing their brother and father.

“Alright everyone, be careful. Riot isn’t feeling too good.” He explained sadly, letting everyone onto the bed. Crowding around him, Riot moved to be with his siblings, but Kickin stopped him. “No no, sweetie. You can’t play. It’s getting late.”

Getting everyone settled, Riot was laid down in the middle as everyone snuggled around him for bed. Kickin refused to let go of Riot completely, leaving one around him as tears still spilled out of his eyes. “Kickin….this isn’t your fault. You didn’t want this. I know that.” He said, moving a hoof to rest on top of Kickin’s hand. At this point, he’d lost his battle, tears pouring from his own eyes. “Y-You would never hurt him on purpose.”

Kickin continued to cry silently, watching as Riot’s coughing finally stopped, only hearing little breathing from him and the others. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, shutting his eyes.

Later on as everyone sleep within each other’s warmth

Riot took his last breath.

#I'M SORRY I HAD TO #I WAS CRAVING ANGST #starstudent #bubba bubbaphant x kickinchicken #kickinchicken x bubba bubbaphant #bubba bubbaphant #kickinchicken #smiling critters #smiling critters poppy playtime #poppy playtime 3 #fanchildren

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iloveolderman0 · 1 year ago

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Could you do a msfw alphabet for sweet tooth tyty

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Well yes I can partner, i will try my best!

NSFW alphabet Headcanon for Sweettooth ( twisted metal )

Minors Pls don’t interact !!

A= Aftercare ( their style on taking care of you after sex)

He’s a big gentle men and a big cuddle bear who loves aftercare for you and him, He loves for you to snuggle into him or lay on top of him after doing the deed. He will definitely get up and leave you tucked underneath the sheets and later come back with things you like with milk or water, or even tea!

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

His favourite body part of himself his muscles and how tall he is compared to you, since you are a lot smaller then him. He likes to wrap his arms around you and loves it when you massage his muscles or how you blush when you see them sometimes and how he gets off of his height when you are compared to him. He does notice your small figure compared to him when you guys sleep with each other or how small your hands are compared to his!

His favourite body part on you is definitely your butt and breast, he loves them and even when you walk or sway your hips and your butt jiggles. He loves grabbing your ass and boobs, Sometimes he squeezes your boobs or butt as a stress relief or just to touch them. (Side note! He also likes seeing them jiggling.)

C= Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

He prefers to cum inside you to show people or yourself that you’re his and no one else’s, When it comes to your cum he loves scooping it up if doesn’t have his dick in you and suck his fingers while looking at you. ( he also loves slurping down there)

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

His dirty little secret is that he loves to see you pregnant ( if you had a child with him), He loves it when you bend over or act cute or even clueless, he loves you a lot, he gets off out of no where even when you’re not doing anything and just sitting their he gets dirty thoughts about.

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

He’s not that experienced, he only knows how to pleasure a lady and himself, He has never had intimate situations with someone or had sex. So… this is new to him! And he hopes you don’t mind that.

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

Loves the mating press so he can see you and how you react to him breeding you or just fucking you, He also likes missionary style and doggy style but for Doggy style he has own way. He loves to have you lay flat on your stomach and arch your back and have your butt a little bit high up so he can thrust into your hole.

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

He’s always serious when it comes to having sex with you, He always serious but sometimes love to add a joke in sometimes only if it’s the right time.

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

He’s alright down their, he does have it cut but it’s like okay there’s hair but it’s cut and it’s short and you will feel it but nothing bad!

I= Intimacy (How are they during the moment

He’s really romantic and loves to take it slow sometimes, and if he takes it fast it’s either because he needs you or he just wants to help you. He’s a romantic man when it comes to sex and loves to please and pleasure you in so many ways, any ways you would want it.

J= Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

He sometimes does it, only when he feels horny or you are exhausted from the sex so he masturbates while waiting for you to cool down or when you want to do it more or to allow him.

K= Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink and phrasing kink. I said it, you heard me.

L= Location (Favorite Place to do the deed)

Just in the bedroom or in the pool / shower, only where it’s just you and him and no one else, he loves you dearly and loves to do it in the bedroom.

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

When you moan, or tell how good he’s making you feel, you praising him or telling him the right spots that make you feel good. And of course you loving him in general.

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

A definitely no would be to teasing, degrading, pain or hurting you and role-play. ( just doesn’t like role playing in bed, he thinks it’s weird.)

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

He loves both! He’s also really good at giving, and he loves to eat you out or loves it when you give him receiving! He doesn’t care what you do down their he just knows in any kind of way you will make him feel like he’s in heaven.

P= Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc)

He likes to take it slow sometimes for example if you were tired and you wanted to do it he will take it slow or if your hurt he will take it slow for you, if he goes fast or rough that’s only when you ask it to be like that or he’s just needy and he really wants you and he has been waiting for a while to do it.

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

Loves them but he likes doing it in his van or right before you leave to go somewhere or head out of his truck to go into a restaurant or whatever

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

He will take many risks for you though and only for you.

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

He can go for like maybe 3 or 4 rounds and then he’s done, he can go forever if he ate a lot of sugar or he wants to show you who owns you or who you belong too.

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

Nope, he doesn’t like toys at all.

U= Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Doesn’t like to tease you but he teases you in public but in whispering tone whispering dirty stuff to you if you said something that got him a boner or turned on.

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

Very loud and I mean LOUD! He wants you to let out how you feel and how high your moans can get so he can fuck you more for everyone to hear you guys. ( he growls, groans and moans )

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

He loves to be overprotective and possessive over you if another man or a slasher comes up to you or even when new people come

X= X-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Ohl lord… I’m just gonna say big, veiny and long ( and thick )

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

Really high, since he loves to hear you Moan or moaning his name, that’s what keeps him going and also hearing you say the right places he’s ramming into.

Z= Zzz (… How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He sleeps very fast and but waits until your sleepy and he then sleeps with you in his arms, and if you try to get up, good luck because he’s not going to let you go

#yo mama #twisted metal 2023 #sweettooth twisted metal x reader #slasher headcanons #twisted metal sweet tooth #twisted metal headcanons #sweet tooth #sweet tooth twisted metal 2023 #sweet tooth x reader twisted metal

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prumanoenjoyer · 1 year ago

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Doing this thing because I got blorbos on my mind

A - Current OTPs/OT3s etc.

It may not come as a surprise but I am absolutely rotting on PruMano at all times and have been doing so for basically a year now. It's beginning to melt into my personality and nothing can be done about it. Whenever I'm released from the iron grip of PruMano rotting I enjoy GerIta and FrUk like the normie that I am. The BTT are definitely getting together for threesomes when they're all single and I like them as well.

B - Pairing I initially didn't consider

This might shock you after reading the first bit but. PruMano. See I'm not new to this circus, I first watched Hetalia in 2015 but focused mostly on the Nordic 5 with SuFin and DenNor. This was before PruAus 9/11 (Hima suddenly announcing they're cousins) so I think I was on the PruAus rot.

Other than that I got a friend who I dragged into this hellhole (you know who you are) who has infected me with Frain and TurFra. I have some Thoughts about TurPru but uhh. let's leave that for now.

C - Ships I never liked and never will like

All the ones where there is an unbalanced power dynamic (age gaps, having interacted when one was a child and the other way older etc, former colonies and oppressive states, having a relationship that implies being related etc). I am a seasoned hater of these and I do my best to block anyone who as much as reblogs it. I do not care if it's "just fiction" you guys are weird and not in a good way xoxo

D - Ships I just can't get myself to like

Due to the aforementioned PruMano rot I just don't feel seriously interested in any other pairings I fear. Nothing against PruCan or LietPru for example, I am just so rotted on PruMano that it doesn't make me feel anything lol

E - My crack contributions

I may just be the only person who has even considered TurPru and I have done it in the most unbearable fujoshi way possible </3

Other than that I'm helping out with spreading unrequited GerFra, Frain and TurFra which I do also enjoy on the side.

F - Longest I've been in a fandom

I wanna say this one?? Not actively so, I jumped ship to other things such as Love Live and JJBA in early 2019ish (Love Live even earlier in 2017), but even during my longer breaks from Hetalia I've always ended up rewatching it at some point or posting about it.

G - First OTP

For Hetalia it's definitely been GerIta from day one. Do I even need to say anything? To me they're canon.

H - Favorite way of consuming fandom stuff

It's mostly anime series and TV shows I'd say, I do sometimes read but am a bit too busy to properly sit down and do so.

I - Has Tumblr made me dislike fandoms

I think it would take less time to list the fandoms Tumblr HASN'T made me dislike tbh. I try to keep a tight knit circle for my own sanity and rarely interact with the fandom part of stuff apart from my own and my friend's contributions. Highly recommended btw.

J - Fandoms I didn't notice until Tumblr

To be honest I'm not really browsing Tumblr at all. I like to upload here because the image quality is way better than on Instagram. I suppose I highly associate some fandoms with this site (Undertale for example)?

K - Say something nice about someone

You should all go like and subscribe to fruktual on Instagram for more FrUk and Frainposting

L - Say something nice about a mid character

Lithuania I'm sure you are way more interesting than I give you credit for and I care about you the most out of the Baltic Trio (which I honestly forget exists at times)

M - Something nice about a ship I don't like

I'd honestly rather pull a tooth out than say a single word of praise for things such as UsUk or Spamano 🤢🤢🤢🤢 And that's on periodt!

N - Things I wish to see more of in the fandom

More PruMano please please please please please pl

O - Song that reminds me of a ship

Til There Was You by The Beatles makes me think of GerIta, as well as Kingdom Come by Red Velvet

As for PruMano it would be Tales Of Great Ulysses by Cream because I had that on repeat writing my Ancient Rome PruMano AU lol

P - New AU

I'm working on/will be working on a Frankenstein PruMano AU where Gilbert is a much more empathic Victor Frankenstein and Lovino is too traumatized from dying and being resurrected to be out killing people. Look forward to that...

Q - Ship I've abandoned and why

PruAus because Hima came in with a warhammer and bludgeoned it to the cousinzone R.I.P </3

R - Pairing I think no one else ships

Again with TurPru, I seriously wonder whether it's been considered at all. Most likely not.

S - Personal headcanon

Okay more or less true I guess if you bother to read the source material but Gilbert is just a silly loser guy. Like, he's a total himbo. I love him and need to gnaw on him.

T - Headcanons I'll die defending

That Gilbert and Lovino who share a passion for chivalry and knights would definitely go visit museums and LARPing events such as medieval weeks and whatnot. Just warms my cold little heart <3

U - 5 faves from 5 different fandoms

Oh boy. Forgive me for what I'm about to share.

(Hetalia) Gilbert Beilschmidt

(JJBA) Dio Brando

(Madoka) Kyouko Sakura

(Love Live) Yoshiko Tsushima

(Gakkou Gurashi or School Live) Kurumi Ebisuzawa

V - 3 OTPs from different fandoms

(Hetalia) PruMano (shocker, I know)

(Madoka) HomuMado

(Love Live) YohaRiko

W - 5 ships ft 5 kinks for said ship

So obviously gonna skip over the ones featuring minors.

PruMano - Verbal degradation, sadism, masochism, somewhat fear aspect, leaving marks

I do also just think they love each other and have normal sex and that's fine too, but I did write a fanfic where the abovementioned happens

X - My top 5 babygirls

1. Gilbert, I bully him a lot but don't you ever seriously say something mean about him because I will be so sad </3

2. Lovino, he's a flawed man and some of you are MEAN to him for having it rough

3. Rome, some people who haven't read source material claim there's some favoritism going on, he does visit Lovino as well okay? The allegations are canonically false!

4. Ludwig, I think most of us agree he's a good person but for the rare few who claim he's "verbally abusive". Go outside and touch grass no he isn't. GerIta has always been them antagonizing one another, the battlefield is even or perhaps even in Feliciano's favor. Ludwig will never be able to escape the nightmare and I don't think Feli wants him to. They're bound together forever and love it.

5. Roderich, gets slack for various Chibitalia related things, does not deserve it at all, it's all whining and he and Feli are on good terms in modern times. Relax.

Y - Fandoms in-law

My current close friends are into Baldurs Gate 3, Watch Dogs, Dishonored, Evillous Chronicles (Vocaloid), Utena and more. But these are the primary blorbo shows in-law.

Z - Rambling time

Okay if you've gotten this far down I admire your attention span lol thanks. I don't really have all that much to say that is concrete and comprehensible but I am thinking of PruMano and of warm days by the Mediterranean Sea and skies later lit in vivid shades of red and orange as the hot sun sets and the cities come to life. I am also thinking about them cuddling, which I do quite a lot.

Anyway that was all for me bye

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