#but if i'm drawing to relax or unwind or even to try and get my brain unstuck from writer's block

[venusacrossthestars]

sharp or dull

pairing- Lando Norris x fem!reader

summary- Lando has begged you to stream with him, you will on one condition- it has to be an ASMR stream

wc- 1.7k

a/n: I wrote this in one sitting bc I cooked this up as a nighttime scenario, because I am an ASMR hoe, hope you enjoy! I also tried something a little new, I added the 'chat' section of the stream, you'll see what I mean. idk if I'm a fan of it or not.

f1 masterlist

Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response, or better yet known as ASMR, had taken TikTok, YouTube, and nearly every other social media platform by storm. To you, ASMR was a calming and relaxing way to unwind after a long day. And as an ASMR-artist you were constantly trying to find new ways to bring that experience to your viewers

Lando, however, could never understand the appeal of ASMR. He didn’t find it relaxing, calming, or anything of the sorts. He much preferred to fall asleep in pure silence, maybe the sound of a fan once in a while. While he didn’t understand it that didn’t mean he didn’t support you and your ‘art’. 

“Babeeee,” Lando whined. 

“What?” 

“Stream with me, pleaseeeee.” 

You rolled your eyes for what felt like the hundredth time. Lando had been begging you for days to with him. Why? Well, when you asked him his exact words were, “Because I get lonely.”  And while you loved Lando, sitting there while he played whatever random game he could find just to keep him company, did not sound appealing. 

“Landoooo,” you draw out in response to his whining. 

“Baby please,” he begs again, “I’ll even let you choose what we do, I swear.” 

A lightbulb goes off in your head. “Anything?” 

“Yes?” He replies, curious to your response. 

Your face breaks out into a grin, “And you promise you’ll do it.” 

Lando takes a big gulp, “What are you planning woman?” 

“Promise?” You hold out your pinky and shake it at him, awaiting his answer. 

He takes your pinky in his, “Promise.” 

Its a week later when Lando is finally able to stream and you couldn’t be more excited. You still haven’t told your boyfriend of your plans. 

“Babe, what are we doing? I need to know so I can set up.” 

“Don’t worry about setting any of your games up. We are going to be doing something else,” You tell him. 

Lando shoots you a confused look, “Care to let me in that pretty head of yours.” 

You giggle, “Well since you said we can do anything of my choosing we will being doing an ASMR stream!” You throw out your hands excitedly. 

Lando looks less than thrilled, “No.” He says flatly. “I meant like you could pick out the game or a challenge. I am not doing ASMR.” 

“You should’ve specified the terms then Norris. And if I am remembering correctly you pinky promised on ‘anything’, can’t go back on that.” 

“Babe I'm not doing ASMR.” 

“Fine then you can stream by yourself.” You cross your arms across your chest and give Lando a pointed look, you were not backing down. 

“No.” 

“You wouldn’t even have to do anything! I would be doing all of it!” 

“No.” 

“Not even a head massage?” 

“No.” 

“Not even sharp or dull?” 

This is when you know you have him hooked. Lando can tell everyone that he doesn’t care for ASMR, that he doesn’t find it relaxing, all that jazz. But you know something they don’t. You know that this man is a sucker for the ‘sharp or dull’ genre of ASMR, and since Lando has sworn you to secrecy you were unable to share this juicy piece of information with the world. 

“... fine, I am only doing this because I love you.” 

As Lando was setting up the stream you were busy gathering your supplies that were spewed about Lando’s streaming room, which at times doubled as your recording studio when you filmed for your YouTube channel. 

Lando went live, muting his mic while being black-screened. You could see the comments flooding the chat:

landonorizzzzzzz- LANDO STREAMMMMMMM pizzaparty124003- about time!! we were in a drought! carlando4lifeeee- HE”S BACK FROM WARRRRR justaninchident- WE CAN”T SEE YOU papayaboyzzz- LANDOOOOOOOOO

Lando unmutes his mic, “I know you can’t see me chat.” 

You whack his arm, “Lando, be nice.” 

carlando4lifeeee- IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS???? landoandy/naremyparents- MOTHER IS HERE justaninchident- DEFEND ME MOTHER PLEASEEEEE sofishdicatedaf- OMG WE ARE GETTING A Y/N AND LANDO STREAM??

Lando finally turns on the camera and chat continues to lose their mind, “Yes chat, Y/N is here.” 

You wave at the camera, “Hiiiiiii!” 

“Do you want to tell them what we are doing today or do want me?” 

“I can tell them. Chat, today we are doing something I am a literal professional at.” Lando rolls his eyes, “Don’t roll your eyes at me mister, you begged me for a literal week to stream with you.” 

landoandy/naremyparents- HE BEGGED HER TO STREAM WITH HIM?!?!!  y/nismymotherfrfr- RELATIONSHIP GOALS papayaboyzzz- lol simppppppp

You glance at chat, laughing at their reaction, “Yes, he’s been begging for me to do this for a long time! I only agreed once he pinky promised that we could do whatever I want. And I chose,” you pause in suspense, “to do ASMR on my lovely boyfriend.” 

“Yay,” Lando says enthusiastically. 

“Stop. You are going to love it.” 

“If you insist.” 

You launch into explanation, “So as some of you know I run an ASMR account on YouTube and TikTok and today I’ll be doing a couple different ‘triggers’ on Lando.” 

“A couple? I only agreed to one,” he interrupts you. You shoot Lando a pleading look and it takes only a few seconds before he is admitting defeat. “Fine, only a couple though.” He glances at the screen where the chat is displayed, “Call me a simp all you want, at least I have a girlfriend to simp over.” 

“Chat, don’t mind him, he only found out what I wanted to do like 20 minutes ago. But as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted is that I’ll be doing a couple different ‘triggers’ that are pretty popular amongst my audience such as- sharp or dull, head massage, hair brushing.” 

After your explanation you get up from your seat and gather your supplies as Lando messes with the camera and mic. 

“Lan, can you scooch back just a tad?”

“Hmm? Oh, of course baby.” 

“Thank you,” you give him a small kiss on the crown of his head.

“So I am going to start of with the head massage and hair brushing first,” you explain to chat, moving to speak in your softer, slower tone that you use while filming, “Then for the grand finale I’ll do the sharp or dull.” 

Lando always turned to putty when you played with his hair, you weren’t expecting this to be any different, well minus the fact that a bunch of fans were watching. At first you weren’t sure if the mic was even picking up on any of noise but one quick glance at chat seemed that they were all enjoying it. For multiple reasons, you were sure of it. 

After five-or-so minutes of head scratching you decide to check in on your completely silent boyfriend. “Still doing okay baby?” You ask, voice nearly a whisper. 

“Yeah, I’m doing great,” Lando response at full Lando volume. 

papayaboyzzz- MY EARSSSSSS sofishdicatedaf- tell me why I had my volume all the way up and this man decided to talk FULL VOLUME WHAT THE HELL LANDO ass-mr- this man has no idea how to asmr asmrismycrack- no bc why? his gf is literally an asmr PRO

You chuckle at the comments, “Baby you have to be quiet.” 

“What? Why?” He turns around, looking at you confused. 

“Because having people talk loudly, or practically screaming in your case, isn’t really relaxing to listen to.” 

“Oh, sorry,” Lando drops his voice to a much quieter tone, giving you a sheepish smile. 

“That’s okay baby.”

You go move through a couple other triggers, and around the 20-minute mark you decided to wrap things up, “Ok, since I don’t want to bore all of you we are going to move onto the sharp or dull. Then, I don’t know, maybe a Q and A or something.” 

Once again you explain the sharp or dull concept to Lando and the chat, “By the way chat this is Lando’s favorite genre.” 

“Lies, I don’t watch ASMR.” 

“You’re the only one telling lies. You love sharp or dull ASMR, it’s the only one you watch.” 

“Babeeee,” Lando whines, “You were sworn to secrecy.” 

You shrug your shoulders, “Whoops.” 

“Now no one will think I’m cool.” 

“I don’t think you needed any help with that.” Lando looks at you offend that you would say such a thing, you grab his head and turn his face back to the camera. “Okay close your eyes and tell me if this is sharp or dull,” 

You alternate between poking Lando's face with the Q-tip or the toothpick that you have in your hand. Lando gets every guess correct but as you go on you can tell by how his voice gets quieter that he is getting more and more tired. Maybe doing this stream late at night wasn't the best idea. 

“Ok, I think that’s enough.” 

Lando groans at his cut off, “Chat I don’t think I’m gonna make it.” 

You giggle at his sleepiness, “Next time we can do something you want, but for now I think it’s time for bed.”

Lando hums in agreement, “Goodnight everyone! Thanks for tunning in!” 

You wave at the camera, “Goodnight!!” 

Lando shuts down the stream along with his PC and slumps in his chair, “What did you do to me. I’m ready to pass out.” 

“It’s the magic of ASMR.” 

“Fine, I guess it was the magic of ASMR,” Lando sighs out.

“Does that mean you like it now?” You ask, pulling him out of his chair. 

Lando collapses against you, his arms wrap around you as the two of you waddle towards the bathroom. “I only like it when you do it. That’s it.” 

“I’ll take it.” 

The two of you brush your teeth in silence, you watch as Lando can barely keep his eyes open. His sleepiness at your ASMR was a compliment in the highest regards. Lando reattaches himself to your back as you make your way into your shared bedroom. 

As you climb under the covers and reposition yourself in Lando’s arms you can feel his breathing steady out. 

“Babe?” He whispers. 

“Lan?” 

“You meant what you said?” 

“Meant what?” 

“That we could do whatever I want next time you come and stream with me?” 

“Well, anything within reason.” 

“Promise,” Lando wiggles his pinky.

“Promise,” you whisper back, interlocking his pinky with yours.

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[gurokiitty]

YAAAY Y’RE IN JJK ERA NOW AM I RIGHT?!?!?! !! 🎀

(can i request any staff with geto plz? (literally my #1 man ever 🙏🏿🙏🏿))

a/n : yesss i ammm and i LOVE geto too <3<3 i'm finished my exams and i actually couldn't stop thinking abt getting high w/ him!!! hope you enjoy, rosé :3

ROTTEN APPLE

{ stoner! suguru geto x f! reader }

word count : 3135

warnings/tags : mild DUBCON, college au, friends to lovers, drug use (marijuana), inexperienced reader, mild coercion, intoxicated/sloppy sex, cunnilingus, creampie.

Suguru has always been different—calm on the surface, languid like water that flows wherever it pleases. You, on the other hand, are all edges and discipline, tethered to your schedule and ambitions like a kite tied to an unyielding post.

But tonight, he’s managed to untether you.

“C'mon,” he says, his voice smooth and coaxing like honey. “You should just try it once." His dark hair spills over his shoulders, framing his face as he watches you with a lazy smile.

“Absolutely not—I am not doing drugs,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest, though the finality in your tone is already softening under the weight of his gaze. His voice is always disarming, his words too gentle to feel like pressure.

“Not drugs,” he adds with a playful shrug, “just… assisted relaxation.” The sleek glass bong gleams in his hand, an offering of escape. You’ve spent days hunched over textbooks, suffocating under the weight of equations and essays, and for once, you don’t have the energy to resist him.

“You trust me, don’t you?”

You nod, tentative but willing. His grin widens, and your resolve dissolves like sugar in warm tea.

He sets up the bong with ease, his long fingers moving deftly to pack the bowl. The weed smells sharp and earthy, its aroma curling into the air like incense. When he flicks the lighter, the small flame flares bright, illuminating his face for a heartbeat. He looks almost holy, a dark angel leaning close to guide you through some forbidden ritual.

“Okay,” he says, wrapping an arm around you, his broad chest warm against your side. “See this?” He taps the glass gently. “You’re gonna put your lips here, and when I light the bowl, just inhale slow and steady. When the chamber's full, let go of the carb and clear it. Easy.”

You follow his instructions clumsily, your fingers brushing his as you hold the cool glass. The flame crackles softly, and smoke swirls inside the chamber like a storm cloud, dense and white. You draw in slowly, and the hit punches sharp into your chest, leaving a bitter taste on your tongue. When you exhale, the smoke spills out in a trembling haze, fogging your glasses.

Suguru laughs, warm and unrestrained. “Cute,” he murmurs, reaching out to adjust the frames slipping down the bridge of your nose. “You’re a natural.”

“Hardly,” you mutter, blinking away tears from the roughness of the hit. He takes a turn, his movements fluid and sure, before passing the bong back to you. You take another hit and the world begins to soften at the edges. The air feels heavier, thicker, and your body starts to sink into the cushions, the tension in your shoulders unwinding like a thread pulled loose. The taste of smoke lingers on your tongue, sharp and strange but not unpleasant, and every inhale feels like stepping deeper into a dream.

Time stretches, slows. You aren’t sure how long you’ve been there, passing the bong back and forth, his laughter weaving into the fog around you. The warmth spreading through your limbs grows unbearable, like your blood has turned to molten honey. When you lean into him, your head resting against his chest, he doesn’t protest. His hand slides into your hair, stroking gently, and his voice drifts down to you like a lullaby.

“You okay?” he asks, soft but teasing. You nod sluggishly, your eyelids heavy and half-lidded. Everything feels distant, muted, except for him. The steady beat of his heart thrums against your ear, grounding you even as your mind spins.

“I feel... warm,” you mumble, the words slurring together.

His chest shakes with quiet laughter, his fingers trailing through your hair like silk. "Yeah?” he murmurs, brushing a strand away from your face. “You look warm.”

He tilts your face up with gentle fingers, his thumb brushing your cheek. The corners of his mouth quirk up, his expression softening as he watches you, so unguarded for once.

Your vision blurs, but you can still see the way his brown eyes glint, like polished stones catching firelight. They hold you there, spellbound and still, as if the world has slowed to a crawl around you.

“Your cheeks are all flushed,” he notes with a laugh, his thumb slipping to rest lightly on your lower lip. “You’re gorgeous like this.”

Your lips part instinctively, but no words come—only the thrum of your pulse in your ears and the heat curling low in your belly as his gaze lingers on your mouth.

Before you can think, his lips are on yours, soft and insistent, urging you to respond. Your thoughts scatter like ash in the wind, leaving only sensations—the warmth of his mouth, the faint sweetness of his breath, and the way his hands cradle your face as if you’re something fragile.

You melt into him, your body pliant under his touch as his tongue brushes against yours. Suguru's hands drift lower, slipping under your knitted sweater to trace the curve of your waist, his palms searing against your skin. You shiver, a soft whimper escaping your lips, and he swallows the sound with a smirk.

"You're sensitive," he says, his voice vibrating against your mouth as his fingers skim higher, ghosting over the underside of your ribs.

He pulls your sweater over your head, his movements slow as he drinks you in. The cool air hits your skin, but his lips are quick to find you again—kissing a path down your body from your collarbone, to the curve of your stomach. His hands follow the trail of his mouth, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"Just relax, princess. I'll take care of you." He hums, his fingers tugging at the waistband of your pants.

You try to object, but the words tangle in your throat, coming out as a soft, incoherent hum. Suguru smiles, pressing his lips to your stomach.

Your body betrays you, hips tilting instinctively as he slides your pants down, the fabric pooling at your ankles.

You can't help but glance, taking a furtive peek at your own underwear. "Oh my," he murmurs, his eyes darkening as he takes in the sight of the lacy, lavender-coloured panties. "Did you wear these for me?"

You try to shake your head, to deny the question, but he chuckles softly, his hand brushing over the delicate fabric. “Liar,” he grins, the warmth of his palm seeping through the lace, making your stomach flutter.

Your breath hitches when he hooks a finger under the waistband of your panties and tugs them down agonizingly slowly. Lace glides over plump skin, dragging against your thighs as it’s peeled away, leaving you bare and trembling under his gaze. He leans closer, so close you can feel his breath ghosting against your cunt, and you instinctively try to squeeze your legs shut, but his hands are quick to still you.

“Fuck, you're already dripping,” he says softly, sending a flush to your cheeks. One of his hands slides between your thighs, his fingers dipping into your slick folds. His touch is unhurried as he gathers the fluid and lifts his hand to his mouth.

His tongue flicks, gliding over his fingers to taste you, and his lashes flutter as he lets out a soft, pleased hum. “Sweet,” he murmurs, his eyes locking onto yours with a predatory gleam. Embarrassment floods you and you try to look away, veiling your face behind trembling hands.

“Don't hide from me,” he murmurs, his tone almost chastising, though there’s a smile tucked in the corner of his mouth. "I want to see your pretty face as I eat you out."

"W-Wait, Sugu—" Your voice cracks as your hand reaches for his shoulder in feeble protest. He chuckles, his fingers sliding gently to entwine with yours. “I’ve got you. Just let me make you feel good.”

Your breath catches in your throat as he settles between your thighs, his hands firm on your hips to keep you from squirming away. Your mind feels foggy, your thoughts disjointed and swirling, but his presence anchors you, drawing all your focus to the way his head dips lower and his lips part so prettily.

When his tongue finally meets you, the sensation is molten. He starts slow—broad, languid strokes that glide through your wetness, his tongue curling at the end to lap up every bit of you. The warmth of his mouth engulfs you, wet and sloppy, and the obscene sounds of his ministrations make your face burn even hotter.

You’re vaguely aware of his hands, one gripping your thigh to hold you steady while the other shifts to spread you wider. You writhe beneath him, his name slipping from your lips in breathy whispers, but it feels distant, surreal—like a wet dream you’re floating through, too vivid to be real.

Your mind spins, thoughts shattering like fragile glass, each one broken by the next swipe of his tongue. His tongue flattens against your clit, pressing hard for a moment before he changes pace, teasing the sensitive bundle with quick, feather-light flicks that make your back arch off the couch.

“That's it,” he urges between strokes, his lips brushing your skin as he speaks. The words send a rush of heat straight to your core, and your thighs tremble beneath his unrelenting grip.

His pace shifts again, slower, sloppier, his tongue delving deeper as your fingers curl into the cushions. He presses his mouth against you harder, drinking in your reactions as you writhe, each mewl spilling from your lips sharper than the last. When he pulls back to catch his breath, his lids are heavy, his grin lazy and satisfied, like the euphoric haze after taking a deep hit. His lips glisten, his chin damp with your arousal, and the faint sheen catches the light, making you whimper.

“Keep your eyes on me, girl,” he commands, pulling you from the fog of your mind. His thumb slides up to rub gentle circles against your clit as he waits for you to meet his gaze. When you do, the hunger in his eyes threatens to swallow you whole.

“You taste like heaven,” he says, his tone softer now, almost worshipful as he lowers his mouth to you again. This time, his movements are more insistent—his tongue plunges into you, curling and twisting, coaxing every last tremor from your body while his thumb keeps up its relentless rhythm on your clit. You feel yourself falling apart, splintering at the seams, your body a quivering, pliant mess under his touch.

"Go ahead n' cum on my face, pretty girl," Suguru hums, grinding the pad of his thumb against your sensitive clit. You groan, your head falling back against the couch as your hips jerk involuntarily, chasing the release he’s dragging out of you. Your mind feels hazy, untethered, and your thoughts dissolve with each stroke of his tongue.

When it finally hits, it’s like a tidal wave, ripping through you with a force that leaves you gasping and shuddering. Your vision blurs, white-hot pleasure consuming every sense as your fingers twist into the fabric of the couch. He doesn’t stop, his tongue lapping at you greedily, prolonging the high until you’re babbling.

As you come down, your breath ragged and your limbs boneless, Suguru pulls back, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he crawls back up your body. He presses his mouth to yours in a sloppy, hungry kiss, the taste of your arousal still fresh on his tongue. Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as his tongue sweeps against yours, sharing the essence of your pleasure.

He finally pulls away, his forehead resting against yours as he catches his breath. "I've dreamed of this," he confesses, his voice low. His hand cradles your cheek as he studies your face, his thumb brushing tenderly over your swollen lips. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to taste you, to make you fall apart like that.”

Butterflies swarm in your stomach as he leans back on his heels, his hands sliding down to the waistband of his sweatpants. He shimmies them down, the fabric slipping over his hips to reveal the sharp cut of his V-line, trailing down to a dark patch of hair that disappears into the base of his length. His happy trail leads your eyes lower, framing the way his cock juts forward, thick and heavy, the tip already flushed and glistening. The sight makes your breath hitch, a nervous flutter mingling with the heady anticipation coiling in your chest.

“You ready?” he asks, his honeyed gaze locking with yours. You nod hesitantly, your head feeling heavy, your body languid and loose as if you could drift to sleep any second. The corner of his mouth twitches, an imperceptible softness flickering through his expression as he hooks your legs over his shoulders.

He presses a gentle kiss to the side of your knee before his grip on your thighs tightens. Slowly, he shifts forward, the head of his cock brushing against your slick entrance. The stretch begins almost immediately, the thick crown pressing into you with unrelenting pressure.

"I’ll go slow," he murmurs, his voice molten and soothing, like liquid gold pouring over your senses. His forehead brushes against your shin as he inches forward, his breath warm and uneven against your skin.

“F-Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans, his words coming out shaky, barely audible over the soft hitch in his breathing. His hands slide up your thighs, gripping you like you’re something he can’t bear to let go of.

Your head tilts back, the high from before lingering, nullifying every painful sensation as his cock slips deeper. The room feels hazy, the air thick with heat, your skin tingling with hypersensitivity as your walls stretch and adjust to his size. “S-Suguru,” you gasp, your nails digging into the couch cushions.

“I know, I know, princess,” he soothes, his thumbs brushing slow, calming circles into the soft flesh of your thighs. “You’re taking me so well. God, you’re perfect like this.” His voice is velvet, reverent, and laced with something deeper—something that makes your heart flutter.

His movements grow steadier as he thrusts deeper, his pace still unhurried—but there’s a growing urgency in the way his hips press against yours, the way his hands tighten around you. You cling to him, your body trembling, the pleasure building slowly like waves lapping against the shore.

“I can feel you clenching around me,” he breathes, his tone laced with awe. His lips find your calf, trailing kisses down the length of your leg, each one searing and delicate. “Feels so good, baby. You feel so good.”

Your hands reach out, grasping for something—anything—to anchor you. “Suguru, please—” you start, your voice breaking into a sob. “I’ve got you,” he promises, his hands slipping to cradle your hips, pulling you closer as he shifts deeper, his movements becoming the slightest bit rougher.

He grinds his hips, dragging his length out until just the tip lingers, only to stuff it back in. His hands find your waist, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh, keeping you steady as his pelvis snaps forward with enough force to bury himself completely. The wet, obscene sound fills the room, and he groans deeply, his head dropping for a moment as his hair cascades over his face.

You mewl, thighs quivering against his shoulders as the sensation builds, raw and dizzying. His cock slides along your gummy walls, sinking deeper to nudge the spot inside that has your back arching off the couch. A sharp cry escapes your lips, your fingers clawing at the cushions as a familiar sensation blooms in your core. “S-Shit, right there,” you gasp, barely coherent, the word tumbling out in a broken plea.

Suguru’s dark eyes flicker up to yours, his grin widening as if he’s just uncovered the most precious secret. “Right here?” he teases, grinding his hips slowly, deliberately, the head of his cock dragging over that spot again and again. “You like that, don’t you?” His tone is soft, coaxing, but there’s a cocky edge to it that makes your cheeks burn.

“P-Please,” you stammer, the pressure building so rapidly it has your toes curling. He adjusts your legs over his shoulders, his grip tightening as his pace becomes measured, unrelenting, hitting that same devastating angle with every thrust.

The pressure builds so rapidly it has you babbling, eyes squeezed shut as your toes curl. He adjusts your legs over his shoulders, his grip tightening as his pace becomes measured, unrelenting, hitting that same devastating angle with every thrust. You can barely form a reply—your words caught somewhere between a cry and a moan.

“C'mon, baby,” he purrs, his voice melting into your skin. “I can feel you getting close. Let go for me—wanna feel you clamp around me as you cum.” His words are filthy, his tone dripping with praise, and the combination sends you hurtling toward the edge.

Your body trembles as the coil inside you snaps, a wave of ecstasy crashing over you so intensely it robs you of air. Your walls flutter and squeeze around him like a vice as you cry out his name, your hands reaching blindly to grasp at his arms. “Good girl, just like that,” he groans, his hips stuttering as he rides out your climax while his own begins to crest.

Suguru's head tilts forward, his lips brushing against the curve of your thigh, his breath heavy and ragged as he groans, “You’re squeezing me so tight, fuck—I don’t think I can—”

The rhythm falters and his head falls against your shoulder, his hips grinding into you one final time before he stills. You feel it then, the warmth spreading deep inside, and your dazed mind registers his groan, guttural and drawn-out, as he buries himself fully in you.

His breaths are uneven with the final pulses of his release, his movements involuntary as he rides out the last remnants of his high. When he finally leans back, his dark gaze drops to where your bodies are still connected. His cum seeps out in pearlescent trails, glistening as it trickles down your folds and pools on your ass. The sight makes him curse under his breath, his hands gripping your thighs as he lazily thrusts forward to push the mess back inside.

His gaze flicks back to your face, his expression softening as a crooked grin tugs at his lips. He watches your chest heave, your skin flushed, your half-lidded eyes clouded with exhaustion and the lingering high.

“Fuck, look at you,” he murmurs, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your swollen lips. “You’re fucking wrecked. Maybe I should get you high more often.”

[wickedburningstudioz]

Joel in ink and watercolor

I detoured from my Acacius art to work on this mixed media experiment.

I've just been trying to get really back into ink after a long time at pyrography and it's been an enjoyable process. The background is watercolor pencils. I was doing a playthrough and have been screen-capping as I go with the idea of drawing out some of the stuff I've captured. Hopefully there are some more things like this in the future. I'm not good with buildings AT ALL so I'm learning some rules of perspective and practicing. :) As usual, more about my life and some progress shots under the cut. Also with the personal stuff this time, serious trigger warnings for OCD and a death in the family.

Dropping the progress pics and then story-time at the bottom so all the triggery stuff is easily avoided. :)

And then the blue up top. As to the journey here, well. Recently my grandmother passed. She was a difficult woman and my relationship with her was equally difficult. The grieving process is never really straight-forward as far as I can tell, but it does feel complicated by the way things were not easy between us. In the wake of her passing, the responsibility for her apartment and her estate has fallen to me. I got through that first week of dealing with her apartment by thinking that on the weekend, I was going to unwind with friends, shopping and food and just . . . relax. Well, anyone with OCD will probably tell you that it likes to pop up the second you think you can finally rest. My issues are mostly around food. Contamination worries that somewhere in the process the food has been mishandled and isn't safe. This is at the packaging level, and nothing to do with the people cooking it. It is especially bad with anything that has to do with rice. For context, I'm also gluten free because of reflux and digestive issues with it. And most GF flours are made with rice flour instead. Also for context, most people know about my GF issues but not about my OCD. It's a newer development. As the day arrived, a friend was exceptionally kind and made a dessert with a GF flour and it soon became obvious to me that I was going to be unable to eat this dessert because of the rice. Along with that was my relative inability to explain why I was unable to eat this food because OCD is so very isolating and shame inducing. I mean, someone went out of their way to make this specifically so I could eat it. And I knew that if I tried to eat it, this kind person was going to watch my compulsion to spit out this food they had made.

I got caught in this loop where I was either having to shakily explain that I've become rather intense with my OCD symptoms or this vision of the faces of everyone having to see it in real time as I physically ejected this food, that I intellectually know well is perfectly safe, and yet I can't convince my system of it. The thing I didn't understand about compulsions before I had this . . . illness, is that I perform them before I decide to. My body acts and my mind follows suit . . .as does the frustration that I had no control over that moment. I ended up telling my one friend that I couldn't go and then ghosting. And now it's been a week and here we are. But this piece? I mean, this day was not my finest moment. I had to contend with how much of a grip this condition has on me. I was losing my chance to recharge before going into another week of clearing out this apartment, largely on my own until the last few days. And I spent a fair amount of time in a pretty dark place. But eventually, what got me to crawl up out of bed was working on this. I remember the effort it took to move even from lying down to kneeling. And then to get to my desk. To find the reference in my PS account. Like moving underwater. But then I spent the evening in lines and color and art and it's not perfect. In some ways I feel like this piece looks as messy as I felt that day. But, I guess the point is that this was just another time that art saved me. It's been doing that my whole life. From here it's back to Acacius I believe. I have done more work on him, so maybe the next post will be about that. :) And much lighter in tone. Maybe.

[anxious-witch]

I loved the previous anon's ask about poly!JO💚 so my prompt is a drunk cuddle puddle, bonus if you can include Jan's sparklative

Anon, I know this has been a long wait, but I did finally get to your request! It ended up more emotional than I planned, but there is a cuddle puddle and lots of Jure appreciation.

Also before anyone asks, the bit about Jure's dad I made up, it's not based on anything, I just needed to give him some angst. It's how I show my love.

TW for past emotionally abusive parent

It was just a regular movie night. They spread out the big couch in the living room, which could still barely fit five grown men. But they managed.

There was alcohol, too although it wasn't required. It had just been a lot of touring lately and they all need a bit of unwinding with a random shitty movie and a bit of alcohol.

Jure couldn't even tell what exactly they were watching. Some comedy? He couldn't find it in himself to pay attention.

He was nestled between Bojan and Jan, right in the middle of all of them. Kris was on Bojan's end of the couch, while Nace took Jan's side. Bojan was holding his hand and drawing circles into his palm, while his head was on leaning Kris' shoulder.

Jan's arm was wrapoed around him waist and Nace was playing with his hair on the other side. It was comfortable. Familiar.

So why couldn't Jure relax?

He knew why. His phone lay on the coffee table innocently for anyone else, but for Jure he felt as if it loomed over him menacingly. There was an unanswered text message from his father, with a simple: Call me.

For most, while that could be a bit alarming, it wasn't the world ending message. Except Jure wasn't in contact with his father in years, with the exception of little tidbits his mother shared.

And it seemed his father gave up on trying to contact him. Until now. So what changed?

He drank more than he usually would for a movie night, but fear spurred him on and Jure hoped it would make it better. Which led him to now.

He didn't feel better.

"Will there be a day where you don't get into some kind of trouble?! I am so sick of you! No one will take this type of shit too long, do you hear me? If you don't start behaving, everyone will get sick of you!"

Was Jure just waiting for the inevitable? It was hard to get four boyfriends to get sick of him, but then again he was always known for making trouble. If someone could do it, it was him.

He didn't want that, though. He felt the sting of tears at the mere though of them leaving him. Where would he go? Who would he be without them?

Alcohol only served to bring his emotions out on the surface. His vision blurred as he stared, unseeing, to the tv.

"Jurček," Bojan whispered, suddenly touching his shoulder, "Jurček, hey, are you crying?"

Oh. He was. Jure covered up his face with his hands, as if he could push the tears back. Or at least hide them.

Unfortunately, Bojan never learned how to whisper particularly quietly.

"What's going on?" Jan asked, and Jure could feel him shift to look at him.

He tried to shake his head, to say nothing, but words got stuck in his throat.

"Kris, stop the movie. Jure is crying."

"I'm fine," he managed to choke out.

It seemed that that made everyone freeze for a second. Then he heard Kris swear quietly and reach for the remote.

Jan pulled him closer to his side, and Bojan nuzzled into his neck to his right side. Then Nace took a hold of his wrists.

He must have shuffled to the front of the couch. He was gently pulling Jure's hands away from his face. Jure put in a bit of resistance, but he knew that sooner or later, he'd lose that fight.

So he let him pull his hands away and simply stared at his lap. Kris pushed in between Bojan and Nace into the circle that suddenly surrounded Jure. He reached out to wipe his tears with a tissue.

"What happened?" Nace asked, his voice soft.

Jure shrugged.

"Nothing."

"Don't lie," Kris chastised him, even if he tried to keep his voice gentle.

Jan began combing his fingers through Jure's hair. It was soothing. And comfortable.

"My father told me to call him."

Bojan tensed where he was curled up beside him. Nace and Jan exchanged a look and even Kris' mouth turned into a straight line.

"I just-nothing else happened. I didn't even call him yet, but I have no idea what he might want. But then I started remembering how he used to say everyone would eventually get sick of me the way he did and-and I-"

He interrupted himself with a sob. Then suddenly, they all surrounded him and he found himself in the middle of a group hug. He clung to them, even though he wasn't sure exactly who he was clinging on to.

It took him a bit to calm his sobs for long enough to finish his sentence. And for them to slowly release him from the all-encompassing hug.

"I don't want you to get sick of me."

Bojan narrowed him eyes and before Jure could even think to react, pounced on him. Jure yelped as they fell down on the couch, now lying down.

For someone so short, Bojan was stronger than he looked like. It was easy to forget sometimes.

"We. Could. Never. Ever. Get. Sick. Of. You," Bojan emphasized each word with a kiss on his face, until Jure could help but giggle through his tears.

Nace chuckled in the background, before Kris gently pulled Bojan back.

"Com'on now. Don't hog him. And we need to finish this conversation first."

Jan helped pull Jure up to sit again and immediately curled his hand around his waist protectively.

"Jure," Kris said, voice serious, "you know you don't owe him anything, right? You don't have to call him. Or reply. It's your choice of course but-"

"But calling him and risking your mental health for that asshole would be a stupid idea," Jan interrupted sharply.

Kris rolled his eyes at him before turning his attention back to Jure. He held uncharacteristically soft look on his face.

"Not how I would have phrased it, but essentially, yes. It's your choice and we'd support you either way, but we also don't want to see you hurt."

Jure nodded. He wasn't sure. He didn't want to call him, but what if it was urgent? What if it was important?

"Can I just...can we just cuddle? And I can decide tomorrow?"

"Of course," Nace said, leaning in to his his forehead.

They formed a cuddle pile, making sure they were all somehow touching Jure this time. We was quite a feat on the couch, but they managed.

Bojan was lying with his head on Jure's chest, and Kris had his arm over both of them. Jan had his legs wrapped around Jure's and his head was resting in Nace's lap. While Nace had his hand in Jure's hair, stroking it gently.

"We love you, you know that, right?" Bojan asked, looking up at him, "And we will never get tired of you."

Jure pressed a kiss on top of his head.

"Thank you."

"Obviously," Kris said deadpan, "I mean, Bojan is much more annoying and we manage him too, so."

There was an eruption of laughter from everyone but Bojan, who loudly said: "Hey! Rude!"

Which caused further bickering and teasing, that quickly drowned out most of what remained of Jure's somber mood.

Jure smiled softly. He knew that whatever he decided, they would be there for him. And really, how much trouble could he get into, with that much support?

He took another look at them, Kris and Bojan deep into the bickering while Nace was laughing. Jan met his eyes and squeezed his shoulder.

Well. Perhaps there would be trouble. But this time, at least he wouldn't be alone in it. With that, he made himself more comfortable and closed his eyes. Everything would be alright.

[spectrechosts]

Hell's Belles - Chapter 3

Relaxing and studying sin.

Full Series

"This feels so good…" Grezayla sighed, relaxed.

"I'm glad you like it, little lamb."

"Can… Can I put it in my mouth?"

Lilith rolled her eyes. "Yes, you can eat the lava." She said.

"Just remember to shapeshift it out of you if you swallow it." Tinixi added. "You don't want it to pass through the normal way once it's cooled into a rock."

"Mmmf." Grezayla said, nodding, her voice muffled by the handful of lava she had already shoveled into her mouth.

The lava spas in the lower levels of Lilith's palace were a perfect spot for her to unwind from the stresses of her job, and for her concubines to lounge about in comfort as they pleased. She lay on the surface of the pool, letting its warmth seep into her bones.

"Flash card!" Azaerixia shouted, holding a crude drawing up to Grezayla, who drooled her mouthful of lava out over herself.

"That's a…" Grezayla squinted. "What way is the one on top facing?"

"Oh! Hang on!" Azaerixia said, quickly scribbling hair onto the figure to make it clearer, before holding it up again.

"Reverse cowgirl."

"Correct!" She said, and flopped back down to draw another scene.

"That tasted worse than I expected."

"Did you think molten rock would taste good?"

"Maybe." Grezayla said evasively, scooping more lava onto herself. "I certainly didn't expect it to be comfy, but here we are."

"Watch you don't pile so much on that you sink, Vasselli did that once and it took us a week to find her." Said Tinixi.

"Oh my god, was she okay?" Grezayla asked, and Lilith snorted.

"She was fine. She told us to put her back in, said it was the best nap she'd had in centuries."

"She got sent to Sloth for a few months so they could investigate, apparently none of them had ever thought of it. Got a big soul payout for her 'innovations in the field of napping' when she was done."

"Wow. Must've been some nap."

"Transformation check!" Azaerixia shouted, pointing at Grezayla. "Grow your tongue out to bellybutton length!"

Grezayla grew her tongue out, and out, and out, overshooting her mark before managing to reel it all back in to normal length.

"Dammit!" She huffed.

"You're too focused on the growing." Lilith said, without looking up. "Don't try to make your tongue bigger and then stop, just envision how long you want it to be. You'll get it."

"You can undo it on your own now though, that's good progress!" Azaerixia chirped, and Lilith and Tinixi echoed her praise.

Grezayla shifted her position, dragging an arm out of the pool with some effort.

"I don't know if I could sleep in this." She said, wiggling her fingers. "It'd be too heavy, I like to be able to move around."

"It's not for everyone."

"FLASH CARD!"

"Already? Uhh, standing full nelson."

"Correct! You're getting good at these!"

"I must say, this isn't how I would teach someone sex positions, Azzy."

"No, no, it's effective." Grezayla insisted. "It's the names that trip me up."

Lilith shrugged. "To each their own."

"FLASH CAAARD!"

"How are you drawing these so fast? Doggy."

"Correct! And now that you bring up dogs-"

"Oh, hon…" Tinixi sighed.

"Azzy, dearest, you have to let it go." Lilith said softly.

"I will not! There has to be some way I can keep a dog down here."

"Unless you can communicate with one and get it to agree to give you it's soul, there really is not."

"But why!? Why do they all go to heaven?"

"I don't think it's that they all go to heaven so much as none of them go to hell." Grezayla said.

"Why not?! There has to be at least one sinful dog out there!"

"No, because like, animals don't have the capacity to sin. Only humans."

"Cats can sin." Tinixi said. "They learned how like, a couple hundred years back."

"What?"

"Cats can sin." Azaerixia agreed, nodding.

"That- No they can't. That doesn't even make sense."

"I don't know what to tell you, they're definitely down here. They have the capacity to know they're doing something sinful and do it anyway." Tinixi said, shrugging.

"What. But-"

"You want something that'll really confuse you, little lamb?" Lilith asked, smiling smugly. "So only humans can sin, because you're descended from Eve, who ate the fruit of knowledge and in doing so learned ~right from wrong~, and thus the capacity to sin, yes?"

"Yes?"

"Okay." Lilith said, showing her teeth. "Explain why I'm in hell."

Grezayla thought for a moment, narrowing her eyes.

"Wait, why-"

"Uh-huh."

"Because you aren't-"

"Uh-huh."

"And you didn't eat-"

"Nope."

Grezayla put her hands to her temples.

"What the fuck."

"Sorry little lamb, but the old man just throws whatever he feels like down here. No rhyme or reason to it." Lilith said, relaxing back into the lava.

"So…. Maybe dogs eventually?" Azaerixia asked, hopeful.

"Maybe. Eventually."

"Yesssss. Also flash card."

"I don't understand what I'm looking at."

"Okay, so these two are staying perfectly still after putting the dick in, and this one is jumping on the bed they're all on-"

[bloodygyaruuu]

You're really pumping out art... Try to take it easy at least a little bit

I appreciate the concern, but I promise I'm taking good care of myself <3

Even if I don't post it, I draw every day to unwind from class or my long serving shifts, and it's quite relaxing for me. I've just been answering a lot of art requests recently, but I don't mind since I enjoy all the prompts I get.

Anyways, I am very much resting and eating enough (too much maybe). If I'm overwhelmed, I just won't post that week is all.

[kanisema-blog]

Love Bet

Chapter 10

I sat at my desk, deeply engrossed in the blueprint draft for Felix's mansion. The drawing tablet beneath my hand felt like an extension of my mind, translating my thoughts into precise lines and forms. I could hear the usual office chatter around me, but I remained focused, determined to perfect every detail.

"Jeya, are you even listening?" Rheiny's voice cut through my concentration.

I looked up and smiled apologetically. "Sorry, Rheiny. What were you saying?"

She sighed dramatically. "I was just venting about my latest client. She's so irritating! Keeps changing her mind about everything."

"That sounds frustrating," I said, trying to sympathize while my mind drifted back to my work.

"Tell me about it," Rheiny continued. "I wish I had clients like yours. They're always so high-profile and interesting."

Before I could respond, Yana joined the conversation. "Speaking of interesting, have you heard the latest gossip about Thea?"

"No, what is it?" Claire asked, leaning in eagerly.

Yana glanced around conspiratorially before lowering her voice. "I heard that Thea had a pretty wild past. Apparently, she was involved in some scandal at her last firm."

"Really?" Claire's eyes widened. "What kind of scandal?"

"I'm not sure of the details, but it sounds juicy," Yana said, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. "I think it had something to do with a client and a lot of money."

"Wow," Claire said, shaking her head. "I would never have guessed. She seems so quiet and reserved."

"People can be full of surprises," I said absentmindedly, my focus already drifting back to my blueprint.

Claire chuckled. "Yeah, like you, Jeya. You're always so lost in your work. What are you working on now?"

"Just refining the blueprint for the mansion project," I replied, my eyes on the screen. "Trying to get everything perfect."

"You always do great work," Rheiny said, giving me a supportive smile. "I'm sure it'll be amazing."

"Thanks, Rheiny," I said, genuinely appreciating her encouragement.

As the workday came to an end, I packed up my things and said goodbye to my coworkers. "See you all tomorrow," I called out as I headed to my car.

"Bye, Jeya," Claire said. "Don't work too hard!"

"I'll try," I said with a laugh, waving as I walked away.

Driving home, I reflected on the day. The mansion project was progressing well, but it required all my attention. I felt a sense of satisfaction knowing I was doing my best work, even if it meant tuning out the office gossip and chatter.

At home, I went through my usual evening routine. I made myself a simple dinner, washed the dishes, and took a relaxing bath in the bathtub. The warm water helped me unwind, and I felt the tension of the day melt away.

After brushing my teeth and doing my skincare, I decided to let loose a bit. I put on my favorite playlist and started singing along to the music, dancing around my living room. It felt liberating to move and let the music wash over me, a welcome break from the intense focus of the day.

Eventually, exhaustion caught up with me, and I collapsed onto my bed, still humming the tunes from my playlist. As I drifted off to sleep, I felt a mix of anticipation and anxiety about the next steps in the mansion project. Working with Felix again was stirring up old memories, but I was determined to stay professional and focused.

Tomorrow would bring new challenges, but for now, I was content to let the music and the promise of a good night's sleep carry me away. The future was uncertain, but I was ready to face it, one day at a time.

[fiercewinged]

@kurogane-redfox asked:

He's just gonna grin at Keigo fangs on display as he did so. Was the Dragon going to try flustering the other male? Most likely but it wasn't like Keigo didn't LIKE it when the Dragon was like this. If the other wasn't paying attention which, he likely wasn't since he tended to only come to the Master's quarters to unwind.

"Ya know, I'm never gonna tire of seein' ya bent over like that, gihi,"

Once the other got past the fact that the Dragon actually WANTED him, their blothes had very quickly become memories. In fact, he recalled having to buy MORE clothes for the more slender of them since he'd ripped everything the other man had been wearing off that night. Not that Keigo had complained. Oh no. He'd liked it a lot, maybe a bit TOO much even. Not that the Dragon complained.

"Been a bit since ya were here last, worried I'm gonna make ya bed ridden 'gain?"(I told you he was gonna bother his birb)

With his back turned to the door - sound canceling headphones around his neck now that he was in a safe, private area where no one could bother him, Keigo had let his ever-present hyper vigilance fade into the background as he shifted some of the pillows and blankets around on the Iron Slayer's couch to make himself a nice, comfortable spot to sit and relax. Because his spatial awareness was dulled for the time being, paired with the fact that Gajeel could move damn near silently if he really wanted to, he hadn't even heard him open the door, let alone move into the living room until he was practically right behind him. He nearly jumped out of his own skin when the large male spoke, wings fluttering as he whipped around with a startled chirp on his lips, clutching his chest as he tried - and failed - to glare up into his face.

"Damnit Gajeel! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?! You can't just...sneak up on me like that! I almost stabbed you!"

He hadn't...not really...seeing as he hadn't even reached for one of his feathers to draw as a blade. There were several small loose feathers hovering around him though, each one hardened and razor sharp from the spike of adrenaline through his system. He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as his cheeks flushed at the following comment, wings rustling as he pulled the stray feathers back to them and glanced to the side to try and hide his embarrassment.

"I...w-what...no! I...I've been busy. You know that. You're the one who's been signing off on all my jobs."

It wasn't that he was actively avoiding the Slayer. Not at all actually. He really had just been busy with missions - some that made sense only for him to take, and others that paid just a little too well for him to pass up. It wasn't that he needed the money, he was very well off. But he'd been donating extra funds to the local orphanage, trying to make sure they had everything they needed to keep the kids as comfortable as possible so that they'd have the best possible chance of getting ahead in life. It was his own secret pet project...something he hadn't even told Gajeel about, though he had a feeling the other already knew.

"I thought you were busy today. I could have sworn I saw a stack of papers on your desk almost as tall as Juvia when I walked by earlier."

[natasha-in-space]

Oh it's pretty much Fall (or Autumn? However you call it in your country!) already where I am. Rains every other day and gets chilly more and more. Considering that we had full-on snowstorms in MAY, it feels like I only had one month of Summer this year around :(

Being picky about fics is something I can relate very deeply... Though your mention of bad grammar made me sweat a lil' because I'm always anxious about my English level 😭 But it's also so cool how your job affects your quality control, so to speak! I bet you'd be a wonderful beta reader, hehe 👀 And Saeyoung deserves to be appreciated for his complexity full-stop! I adore his goofy side (especially as a notorious jokester myself), but he's so much more than just memes and laughs. Give our redheaded some depth!

As for me... Hm, I'd say I'm the same in the sense of being extremely picky and not picky at all at the same time. I AM picky while scrolling through AO3, but on Tumblr, I usually give a shot to anything that catches my eye. Weird how that works. Probably because of AO3 great tagging system that gives you a preview of what you're getting into. That said, for me it's characterization 101%. I can handle pretty much any format or idea if the characters feel organic. But... that can be a rarity. I'm especially picky about smut and angst because those two often get characterizations completely wrong... at least in my biased opinion! If I can't find something I wanna see, I usually just resort to writing it myself, hehe.

You playing the piano is so cool?? Learning any instrument is honestly a craft I admire with all heart. It's never too late to pick up an abandoned hobby. This is my personal lore here, but I actually used to do a lot of art as a young teen! I think I have a couple of albums stashed away somewhere. I gave up on it when I was 16 or something. Had a toxic friend who picked up drawing after me and her parents sent her off to art classes. Long story short, she started comparing my art to hers, and that drove me away from it completely because I felt like I wasn't cut out for it. But hey, I picked up a pencil a few years back and regained my joy in the process! Maybe something similar will happen to you. Or not! Trying something and leaving it at that is a valuable experience in an of itself :)

And omg tiny Faye writing a novel... Stop, that's just too cute 😭💕 Looks like you were always a writer at heart! I bet tiny you would be very amazed at what you create now. It's always fun to look back on where you started, however small. I guess my personal lore on my childhood that I'd actually love to share is that I was a huge chicken kid! My parents would send me off to my grandma's farm every Summer, and these are the highlights of happiness in my childhood for sure. I would spend HOURS in the chicken coop with them. Gave them all names and trained them to come cuddle with me and even walk through the village with me so they could enjoy some fresh grass! It was always very hard to go back home, and I miss that place dearly.

I hope you enjoy your stay with your family! Whether it'll be relaxing or exciting ♡ It looks like you've been working very hard recently so I am cheering for you to indulge in this time to unwind and recuperate. My day pretty much just started, but my last day was pretty productive! I did some line work on the couple of my drawings AND I finally finished editing my Leon fic. Stretched it out to 15k now, it's insane. It might not be that big of a number, but to me, it very much is! I'm HOPING to do a final reread tonight and finally post the thing. But I'm not counting on it :')

🧩 and 🧃 for the ask game maybe? 👀👉👈 And as a bonus question: how was your day today? <3 (Or if it's morning how was your last day hehe)

Hi Mia! It feels like forever since we've spoken, I hope you're doing well. Summer is coming to an end, and hopefully this heat will finally leave us (I hope it's not still a problem where you are!)

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

I'm both extremely picky and extremely not picky when it comes to the kinds of fic I read. I often read fics from fandoms I'm not even in just for the story/ skill of the writer.

Something that will immediately make me click off is bad grammar/spelling. It takes me out of the story every time (doesn't help that now that I teach English my radar for mistakes has gone up).

Another thing that makes me click off quickly is mischaracterisation. This goes especially for Saeyoung fics. He's such a complex character with so many sides to him, it's really hard to get into a fic that paints him as a goofy character with nothing else.

That being said, I love reading fics from people who have differing headcanons from me. Often times they pick up on different character traits than I have or read into certain lines in a different way and I love to see the different things we can glean from the same text.

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

I used to play the piano for a few years, though I had a chronic problem of memorising the notes instead of reading that drove my teacher crazy. In the end, I never got very far, though I sometimes miss it and wish to go back to it. Who knows? Maybe in time I will.

I also tried to write novels on two seperate occasions as a child (and had whole series planned out). I wrote on notebooks that I still have stowed somewhere. It's very funny to think back to what I was planning with them.

As for my day! I got back from a road trip early this morning so I mostly slept and rested today. I'm staying at my family home for a few days which is really nice, I've missed my old room and space. The highlight was a few hours ago when it was pelting rain, it's been so long since I've seen a storm.

How has your day been, Mia? And, how would you answer these questions (if you wish to answer them, of course!)

ask game

[practically-an-x-man]

For the random asks. I know you're a traditional artist and draw mostly animals as far as I know. But do you think you'd ever draw something based off your fics? I'm not sure what but plenty of people design covers for their fanfics. Would you ever attempt small edits? Like maybe using photopea (free browser photoshop) or are you perfectly fine just sticking with traditional? /gen

oh interesting! let me think on this one...

So yes, you're right that I'm a traditional artist, and you're right that I mostly use animals as reference for my realism pieces. I've done a teeny tiny bit of digital art too (namely, I did a cool Venom wallpaper for my old laptop, and sadly I do not still have a picture unless I scroll wayyy down my Facebook or something) but overall I find traditional art more comfortable

I've drawn my fair share of fanart too (hell, my banner is fanart, and in terms of original compositions I've done a few tattoo designs and at least one Good Omens piece), and when I was younger I would draw some of my characters. In my old sketchbook I believe I have drawings of a few old OCs - funny enough, the OCs survived (though they're ones I haven't written about yet), but they've gone through a bit of refinement. I've even done a picture of one of my OC's pets, since he's a species I completely made up and I figured a visual would be useful. I'd like to redraw that one, actually.

I suppose if I needed to, I'd be comfortable with little edits. I've used Photoshop before and I know the basics, but I'd definitely feel more comfortable sticking to traditional art. I don't think I'd necessarily make covers for my fics, but idk, if I ever need inspiration or art references you might see drawings of my OCs' faceclaims or canon characters in the movie or show.

The biggest hurdle for me drawing content from my fics is that I can only draw human beings effectively if they're full realism with a reference.... which means I can't really draw a scene from a fic I made up, especially without faceclaims for most of my characters.

And idk, I feel like whatever I draw isn't going to match up to the imagination of the scene from the writing itself, so I don't want to risk that and taint the image in my mind. If I spend hours drawing a scene, the drawing is then always going to be associated with that scene, and it's never going to have the same realism in my head again. it's hard to explain.

[reikunrei]

Uhhh can I get Sfw 2 and 11 and Nsfw 1 and 4 for creelclark <3

oh boy let's see if we can figure out what my version of creelarke is like with these ghsjdfkd thank you!!!

2. Who’s the messiest? The cleanest?

i feel like they're both pretty clean but scott is much more of like. a normal level of clean. like he has some light clutter, maybe gets class test papers strewn about when he's grading, maybe accidentally lets plates stack up in the sink for a few days, but more or less, he's a pretty tidy person. like nothing is a mess, necessarily, but he's not way over the top in his organization. he's an average joe! if anything, he might be slightly more organized than your average person, what with being a teacher and having to clean up after middle schoolers, but also his hobby of making miniatures requires some level of tight organization!

henry i'm not entirely sure about! i think growing up, his household was relatively strict, and he was allowed to have a tiny bit of normal kid clutter and mess, but when his mom wanted it cleaned up, it had to be cleaned up instantly, and it couldn't be half-assed either. no shoving things under the bed or tucking it far back on a shelf, it has to be properly tidy. and then at the lab, he didn't really have anything to keep clean because... he didn't have anything. so i think when he's living with scott, he maybe doesn't entirely know how to regulate his tidiness? like, he's either 100% spotless, to the point that scott has to tell him it's okay to loosen up a bit, or a mess is created and he doesn't know how to fix it so it just gets worse and worse for a little while until he can actually break it down into baby steps. that never lasts for more than a day though. he seems like the kind of guy that, after his upbringing and his time at the lab, any sort of major clutter totally wigs him out.

11. Baths or showers? Together or separate? Any bubbles or bubble fights?

oooh this has my brain ticking a bit... my gut instinct is that they're both shower guys. they prefer showers, it's easier, it's faster, it's simply a task they're trying to complete every day, or every other day.

however, i just got incredibly giddy (and a little sad) about the idea of henry never really having the experience of indulging in a relaxing bubble bath. like, not a bath to make himself clean, but as a way to unwind and just chill for 30 minutes or until the water gets too cold and his fingers prune. scott seems like the kind of man to set aside one day a month or something where he draws a hot bath with some nice scented bubble bath and maybe lights some candles and reads a book (very karen wheeler of him, yes). so when henry divulges that he's never really done that before, scott makes a whole thing out of it, even going out to get specific bubble bath and candles that henry likes the scent of. he makes sure henry has a book to read and maybe even a little glass of wine if he feels so inclined.

i could totally see henry being unsure at first. not because he's put off by it, but because he's sort of like "and i'm just... allowed to relax in here without worrying about getting clean?" and scott's like, yessir!! in the end, henry has a great time and ends up making baths a regular thing when he's not in a rush. and i imagine he and scott have nice baths together sometimes, but they're both a little too lanky for it to be an easy thing every time :p

and i'll put the notsfw ones under the cut!!

1. How often do they have sex, if at all?

as much as i want these 40 year old men to fuck nasty all the time, i think it would be really funny if they were the kind of couple to like. schedule their sex. "not on a school night, henry!" that's not to say they don't have spontaneous sex whenever the mood hits, or get a little handsy (or mouth-y) from time to time, but it's more like they want to make a moment out of it, to make sure they have time to do whatever they want, so they set aside hours to be able to do it without being cut short or rushed. in the end, i think they're relatively intimate with one another. like, several times a week, but a decent session of love-making is always marked off on the calendar first.

4. Oddest place they’d have sex?

the first place that jumped to mind is in scott's garage where his little miniature set is LMAO. putting on quite the show for all the little soldiers!! the first time it happens, scott's a little nervous about it because he doesn't want to break anything and certainly doesn't want to end up making a mess, but ultimately he finds it quite endearing when henry corners him in there and asks for a handy

[eremiie]

i’ll take care of u

❥ 1.6k words | nsfw | dom!eren x sub!armin

❥ content: deep throating/face fucking, praising

❥ i was sad and h word so i wrote eremin smut🙄🙄, i think it cured my writers block too— this is self indulgent bye ++ thanks to my bestie coercing me to write this oops

"fuck,"

it was sinful, how lips bruised red formed an 'o' around eren's cock.

those same lips made eren throw his head back, hips lifting from the bed to push more into armin's mouth. "min, fuck, take me more."

he was trying his knuckles going red from how he gripped painfully at the sides of eren's sweats, hair tousled from the grip eren had on his blonde locks. he could only whimper around eren when he tried to push him down his length further, armin gagging and lurching forward from eren's rush of his hips.

armin's mouth was stuffed, he didn't think he could go any further. he felt like he could feel eren in every part of it; his tongue sliding on the underside of eren's cock, vein protruding as it slid against the slick-sopped surface of his tongue. and when eren would push more into the heat of his mouth his tip would brush the ridge of armin’s throat— eren's body jolting at that feeling he craved for. longed for.

and he'd push armin past his limit if he could get it.

armin shoves himself off of eren, heavy pants of breath making his chest heave while he struggles to catch his breath. he's lucky the fingers that tangled between his blonde strands held on so loosely. but even though the annoyance wasn't prevalent in his grip it was in his stare.

it made armin feel small. how eren gave him a grim look. low-lidded, dispirited. if it wasn't for the way eren's jaw was still hung open, pleased at the sight of his precum decorating armin's lips and spit gathering in the crevices, armin would've felt apologetic. would've tried harder to get eren as deep as he wanted to be.

eren would've done that himself anyway, he'd be where he wanted to be.

"armin,"

"'ren, i'm trying." it's the dispirited look that wafts into armin's eyes. he thinks he's doing enough, he wants to be doing enough for eren. but eren was relentless; always wanted more.

"i know you can get deeper than that," eren's grip on armin’s hair tightens, the tension on his scalp heightening and his doe eyes scrunching up from the twinge. "c'mon, push up."

he'll listen, he always listens to eren. always wanting to please him. it was satisfactory for him as well, knowing that it was him that could make eren shudder, knowing that eren would always come to him when he needed to unwind.

so he shuffles forward on blushed knees, his hands placing themselves on eren's thighs, lifting himself a bit until he hovers over eren again.

armin's warm breath fans over eren's tip and he catches it twitch, eren's hips rising so slightly until his head is grazing armin's bottom lip. he'd chuckle if he could— but he doesn't think eren would find it funny. instead, he opens up for his boy, looking up at eren and giving him those sky eyes he can't resist.

eren relaxes under armin, and he groans above him when his hot mouth engulfs his cock again. "yeah," eren sighs, and armin's surprised that he's not shoving him downward, instead, using the slight hold he has on his head to bob armin slowly. "feel so good, my baby boy."

armin relishes in the praise, humming around eren and fluttering his eyes shut as he begins to move on his own. his hair sways in his face with every motion while some pieces clung to the sweat that accumulated on his forehead.

he pulls one of his hands off of eren's thigh, bringing it to the base of his cock to pump what he can't reach while he works at his tip. he comes up before letting his tongue slide against the underside, a small whimper leaving his throat when he catches sight of eren's lip caught between his teeth, laying back with his elbows supporting himself as he watched armin suck him off. not to mention the strain in armin's pants, knees knocking together to try and relieve the stress between his legs.

"here," the bed creaks lightly as eren lifts himself from his elbows. the hand holding him finally let's go, but the breath his hair gets is short-lived. both of eren's palms come to the side of his head while eren shifts his body, legs spreading as far as his sweats would let him. "'gonna fuck that pretty throat good, okay?"

it felt too good to be true. eren was being too gentle, giving armin the brief benefit of the doubt.

it wasn't much of eren asking and more of eren telling. telling armin that he was gonna use him, that he'd be inside his throat until his seed was spilling into it, until he was spluttering for air, grabbing at his neck while his cheeks and nose splotched red.

one of eren's hands travels to the blades of armin's shoulder, pulling him more forward with ease. armin wasn't sure if it was because of how light he was or how strong eren was. that same hand quickly returns to where it was snug in armin's hair. "just breathe." he says it like it's so easy. like it'd prevent armin from choking around him completely if he "just breathed". and although armin wanted to, he refrains from rolling his eyes and lets eren guide him over his leaking cock.

it's fine up until eren's tip hits the back of his throat. armin's nose scrunches up and he instinctively begins to try to come up, but eren's hold doesn't let him. "nuh-uh," armin barely catches the strain of eren's voice as he scolds him. "you got it, baby."

it's the way the nickname rolls off of eren's tongue that makes armin whine and tries to relax his throat. that makes armin attempt to breathe through his nose until he gags again, fingers clawing at the black fleece of eren's sweatpants. he knows his saliva has probably soaked the material— with how impatient eren was to get armin’s lips around him he didn't pull his bottoms out the way enough, spit gathering at the base of his cock and some on the fabric of his sweats.

when armin whines again, eren lets him come up, the blonde gasping as his lungs grasps for the air. he coughs, and even through his troubled state eren still manages to gaze at him in awe.

"shit," eren likes it. he's always liked it messy; tears, spit, cum— whatever he could get on armin would end up on armin, and he'd try his luck at that now too. he'd already had two things checked off, tears rolling down armin's cheeks that armin himself didn't even realize, and spit glossing his chin.

eren reaches to pump himself as he waits, and his thumb caresses the side of armin's head. "doing good, 'min." he tilts his cock towards armin and nudges him forward. "again."

he closes his eyes only for a moment before he opens them back up when armin's lips wrap around him, eyebrows knit and his own lips failing to hold back a moan. "god," he wants— needs to feel armin's throat again. "look at me."

armin doesn't miss a beat, looking up at eren with big blue eyes, his blonde lashes reaching for the ceiling, and eren’s hips stutter. "fuck, fuck," eren can only ignore the way armin gags when he sheathes himself in his throat, ignore the tears spilling over his cheeks and the way he whimpers. "so fuckin' good for me."

it only all adds to the burning pleasure inside eren, it only helps him want to use him more.

and he does until he's spent, both hands holding armin against his pelvis as he draws out a moan and spills hot white in his lover's mouth. he's twitching, his eyes roll back, and his hips continue to slowly roll forward as he finishes releasing in armin.

the hand tangled in armin's hair trembles from pleasure as he comes down, and only draws circles on his scalp until it falters completely.

armin finally pulls away, delicate fingers moving up his chest to his neck as he catches his breath, broken sounds tumbling from him from where he sat on his knees. he lolls his tongue out as if he's ridding himself of the icky sensation on it— or maybe showing eren that he was good for him, pink surface clean from any traces of cum.

he swallowed all that eren gave him, and eren gives a weak smile. "get up baby." eren's palm is open to armin, and armin takes it. standing up on weak knees, he crawls on top of his boyfriend happy to have been enough for him, happy to be able to feel him intimately— hearing his heartbeat and feeling the rise and fall of his chest. "you did so well."

armin doesn't need to respond to the praise for eren to know that he received it. he's too busy getting comfortable on top of eren, taking pride in what he just managed, and enjoying eren's hand stroking his clothed back.

but even though armin's calm and jubilant, eren doesn't fail to feel how hard he was from where he rests on top of him. armin would never try to make it about himself— but no matter how much he'd make it about eren, eren would never neglect him in the end. at the end of the day, there was too much love, too much satisfaction in gratifying one another, and now it was eren's turn.

eren's hand drops to the hem of armin's shirt, warm as it pushes the fabric up with the glide of his hand. a kiss is pressed to the top of armin's head, and armin smiles.

"let me take care of you next."

[footballffbarbiex]

Because it seems I’m a whore for the man: can u write me a Pavard blurb about him looking after his girl when she’s on her period cos that’s my currents state and I feel like death 🙃

Words: 552 warnings: period fluff, cute Ben.

At this point i don't even know if i'm making any sense.

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Ben is more receptive than she gave him credit.

He’d noticed her becoming a little more sluggish, a little more tired and the way she’d try and hide her grimaces when she felt twinges of pain when cramps would begin to creep in. But he found the hot water bottle and decided he’d take it into his own hands.

So, when she arrives home, unwinding the scarf from around her neck and shrugging off her coat, she inhales deeply and tries to figure out what he’s cooking. She watches as she takes the time to remove her shoes as he backtracks, leaning just so to see if he can catch a glimpse of her.

“I thought I heard the door.” he calls out before disappearing again. When he doesn’t come to her, she heads to him.

“Mmm, something smells good,” she compliments, making her way over to him as he flicks the tea towel over his shoulder and continues to tend to the stove. Carefully, so that she doesn’t make him jump, she wraps her arms around his waist and kisses his bicep. He can feel her smile against his flesh which brings one of his own to his lips.

Benjamin reaches up and behind him, cupping the back of her head with his hand, stroking over her scalp in such a way that she longs to purr. “Go look in that cupboard,” he gestures with the spoon, hoping she doesn’t see some of the sauce drip from it and cause a splatter on the tiles. It’s hard to miss, the vibrant red stands out against white. “And the fridge.” He’d ensured everything was fully stocked, trying to get as many of her favourite comfort foods as possible. He’d swallowed all pride and bought a selection of sanitary items which he’s packed in one of the bathroom drawers, not sure which she used and felt no shame when he asked a member of staff for help. “And erm, I’ve got you some things you might need if you stay here when...you know, It's your time.”

“Who do you know to go and get you those things?” she asks him, both amused but touched that he’d do so.

“Just me. I don’t know what you needed but I’m sure if the store assistant worked on sales, she’d have been laughing. It’s expensive.” He says surprised.

“Isn’t it just?” She chuckles and closes the fridge door, already looking forward to some of the goodies he’d purchased and even more at what he’s cooking. Wrapping her arms back around him, she nuzzles into his back and presses a small kiss. “Thank you for doing all of this.”

“It’s what I’m here for.” He says, turning his body, pulling her to the side of him and wrapping his arm around her and rests his hand on her lower tummy as he knocks the spoon against the side of the pan to knock off the excess sauce and allows it to simmer. “I can go and draw you a bath if you want one? This would be ready when you’re out, and we can just relax tonight?”

The pose is so natural, his hand warming against her aches and cramps but yet, there’s a tiny glimmer of what could be had it been a very different situation.

[amysteriousmessenger]

have you ever done rfa headcanons with a stressed out mc? because of like deadlines and stuff? cause that's the state I'm in rn and I need comfort ;-;

this is my second time writing this because my laptop deleted it ;-; I hope this is okay and I added V and Saeran because I’m a saeran simp <3 

RFA + Saeran and V with a Stressed Out Reader Headcanons

Yoosung Kim with a stressed out Reader Headcanons

Yoosung’s in the exact same camp as you, screaming. He spent the entire semester in front of his PC playing LOLOL and getting bullied by Seven, so now his deadline has creeped up on him. Yoosung absolutely understands the stress of a deadline coming at you fast and not being sure as to whether you can complete it in time.

The best thing that Yoosung can do for you is to do his own work. The two of you spend a straight 48 hours in the library, only taking breaks to go home and sleep and get food. You book out a private room and just mutually get your heads down. 

 Yoosung’s actually really smart, he just doesn’t apply himself. If you’re stuck on anything, he’ll try to help you even if he doesn’t know anything about your course. He’ll also run around the library finding you specific textbooks you need if he needs a walk or if he’s on his way back from getting you both a coffee. 

The life of a student is a hard one, but the two of you just keep reminding each other than you just gotta get through this one deadline and then you can sleep and play to your hearts content once again!

Zen/Hyun Ryu with a stressed out Reader Headcanons

It’s times like this that Zen thinks maybe he should have applied himself more in school, or at least got his qualifications, because he feels a little deflated at the fact that he can’t really help you with your work when you need it. He just looks at your laptop and textbooks and draws a blank. He hates seeing you so stressed, and he hates that he’s useless to help even more.

He figured that, if he can’t help you work, the next best thing would be to help you relax afterwards. He tries to keep out of your way, the best he can, but he gets a little sad and feels neglected, so he’s a bit like a puppy when he can sense you’re close to finishing up for the day.

 Zen thinks a nice, hot bubble bath would help you relax best. He’ll run you one when you close your laptop, leading you to the bathroom where he’s already sprinkled some rose petals and sweetly scented body oils into the steamy water. 

He’ll help you in, and then sit on the side of the bath and give your shoulders a rub, commenting on how they must ache after sitting at your desk for so long. It’s no secret that Zen has ~Magic Fingers~ and he massages away the tension in your neck as you melt into the soothing water. 

He’ll hum and sing little songs to you as he does this, finally happy that he can help you in his own special way. Ignore his comments about stress ageing you quicker, he’s just saying it as a pre-emptive measure rather than implying you have stress lines.

Jaehee Kang with a stressed out Reader Headcanons

Jaehee exists in a permanent state of stress, so she entirely understands what it’s like to have to meet deadline after deadline after deadline. If you tell her that you want to sit with her so you can share her concentration and get work done, she’ll put on a fresh pot of coffee. She’s also ready with the eye drops and painkillers for when your eyes get strained, but she’d really rather you not get to the point of needing them. 

Jaehee reminds you that you need to look after yourself, make sure you’re taking breaks and eating enough. She doesn’t want you to follow in her steps of pulling an all-nighter, so she doesn’t disturb you so you can get as much of your work done as possible. If you want her to, she’ll also gently reprimand you when you’re getting distracted or off task. She doesn’t like telling you what you can and can’t do, but she knows it’s going to help you in the long run. 

She’ll aim to get all of her work done at the same time as you, so the two of you can at least have some time to unwind together afterwards. She’ll put your favourite musical (of Zen’s) into the DVD player and you cuddle up with one another in recovery. She’ll also try to pull you in for an early night of sleep since you’ve been staring at a screen all day and doesn’t want you to get a headache. 

Jumin Han with a stressed out Reader Headcanons

Jumin never really gets stressed out over anything. In fact, the only things you’ve ever seen him get stressed about are you and Elizabeth the Third. He doesn’t really have the need or see the point in getting stressed over things, especially deadlines. Jumin will absolutely go off on a speech about correct time management and planning before you have to interrupt him and tell him that that’s not the problem. 

Having a Mensa-level IQ, Jumin’s probably already decently knowledge on your area of study, or offers to pay for you to have a tutor. Jumin’s honestly not the best person to be around when you’re stressed by deadlines because he really can’t relate to the panic, he’s too good at being a businessman that he gets everything done on time or, most usually, early. 

You do have to remind Jumin that not everyone can function and organise themselves as well as he can. 

However, it displeases him to see you stressed so he’ll at least try to help with that since you won’t let him help you academically. He’ll share a bottle of wine with you in the evening after you’ve finished for the day to help take your mind off of your deadline for a bit and will plan a small weekend getaway for the week after your assignment due date to reward you for getting your work done in time and to help you relax. He’ll also book you a spa day in one of C&R’s own establishments so he can guarantee you’re getting the best treatment. 

Saeyoung Choi with a stressed out Reader Headcanons

This man lives with more existential fear than anyone. He knows what it’s like to be Stressed TM. Seven’s an absolute genius with an IQ that could rival Jumin’s if he cared enough, so he’s never had to worry about academic worries, even when he was in University. 

If you ask him to, and maybe even if you didn’t, he’d be willing to hack your college or University’s database in order to either get the essay questions in advance so you know what to revise, or just straight up get the answers. He knows what frightening deadlines are like and he doesn’t want to see you suffer.

If you say that you don’t want him to hack your university because that’s, y’know, illegal, he’ll earnestly take a look at your paper and try to help. Seven has such a weird widespread collection of information in his head that he can just straight up tell you the essay or directly get the research essay that best fits your argument online. You said he can’t hack your university database, you didn’t say he can’t hack other databases for information. 

If you passed out asleep at your desk, you’d absolutely wake up to find your work finished and submitted. Seven will deny doing it, claiming that the alien mothership must have taken your laptop and completed your work, but he has a shit-eating grin plasters on his face and he’s oh-so-innocently fluttering his eyelashes. 

Saeran Choi with a stressed out Reader Headcanons

Saeran never really went to school, so he doesn’t have much experience with academic work but he picks it up very quickly when it comes to helping you!

He brings you hot chocolate and snacks and gives you a kiss on the side of the head every now and then to spur you on. He’ll also try to help you with reading through documents and essays for important information and anything that might be relevant to your course. From his time at Magenta, he’s very good at skimming through large quantities of work and compiling it into shorter documents so he’s absolutely a great person to have helping you. He has a similar IQ to Seven and is a genius in his own right, but he has to apply himself more to knowing about different topics because he’s never really had the opportunity to, but he’s always very interested to know about what you’re studying!

He’s very good at not disturbing you if you need peace and quiet, so he’ll busy himself with cleaning, cooking or going out in the garden so he can leave you without a distraction whilst occasionally dropping in to see how you’re doing and make sure you’re not getting too stressed out.

When you’re done for the day, Saeran will arrange the time to give you a little comfort evening with movies and a snack to make you feel better and help you unwind. 

Ray would absolutely just do your work for you, if you’d let him. He just wants to please you and see you happy, not swallowed up in stress in the same way that he has to be. He’d go without sleeping or eating if it meant helping you. Of course, you’re not going to let him do that, since you want him to rest properly, but he still wants to help. Ray would send you documents and essays when he’s supposed to be working and then exit the tab whenever anyone walks passed his room so he didn’t get caught. He just wants to ease your burden!

V/Jihyun Kim with a stressed out Reader Headcanons

He’s also incredibly smart, but probably wouldn’t have any major knowledge on what is it that you study but he’d help the best way he can. He’s the kinda person that would encourage you to read through the questions several times before you start answering and to not write anything down until you’re fully sure that you understand the source material and what is being asked of you.

He doesn’t like seeing you stressed and he’s helpful by nature so he’d ask if you needed help, and if you say no, he’ll give you space to get on with your work without interruption. V will make you food and bring your lunch with a coffee when it’s time to eat.

Like Jumin, he’d offer to share a bottle of wine to help you unwind when you’re getting too stressed in the evening, and if you can afford to take a break, he’d encourage you to do something creative like painting with him in his studio in order to take your mind off the analytical stuff. It doesn’t have to be good, it just had to help you relax and vent your frustrations!

V gets stiff shoulders when he’s been in the same position for long periods of time painting or waiting to capture a particular image, so he understands the usefulness of a good back rub and he’ll offer you one to loosen up the pressure in the back of your neck when you’re sitting at your desk. He’ll massage his thumbs into your shoulders and plant a little kiss on your lips when you lean your head back to look at him.

[zyettemoon1800]

I saw you receive an ask like this, and I was curious too. Could I get a villain matchup? I am 5'4, with an undercut dyed burgundy at the top. I have hazel green eyes and I love art! I am Trans FTM. My main three being theatre, drawing, and music. I like to think I'm down to earth and kinda logical, though I tend to unwind easily and learn to let myself go a lot around people I love. I am protective and defensive of the things I hold close to me- And people have described me as being straight-forward at times. I also love to talk, but I also love being quite to. 👉👈

I pair you with wamuu!

He doesn't mind that you are trans, in fact he admires you for it since you have told him about how some people think about the whole trans thing in general. But rest assure that he would fight anyone that talks down to you.

Height isn't really important to him, but he does like the fact that you are shorter than him. He can and will carry you around whenever he gets the chance and he will let you hang onto his arms whenever you feel like it.

He also likes your hair color. He thinks it's cool how you humans have developed a way to dye your hair whatever color you want when you want. You might even inspire him to want to dye his hair.

He is not really versed in music, but he will give your music a try. He is not really into rock or rap music, however if you have any nature or soft piano music, I think he would like that more. He likes to listen to this when he is meditating or just relaxing with you.

He loves your down to earth and logical personality. However, he did worry about you at the start of your relationship. He didn't like how easily you just let yourself go when you were around crowds, but he learned to trust in you after he saw you take down to guys that were missing with you and your friend when he had his back turned for a second. After that day, he didn't worry about you as much because he knows that even though you can be really fun and easy going, you could kick somebody's ass if you have too. ( He stills follows you to the different places you go)

He also doesn't mind your straightforwardness since he is also the same way. He is also fine with you talking a lot. He always has time to sit down with you and listen to whatever you have to say, even if it's just an "I love you." with a kiss on the cheek.

Overall, he is best boi and a true gentlemen.

[borom1r]

jshdnsns adz asks! I actually do have some this time!! do he and sen pick up certain hobbies that they specifically do together, maybe just to spend time together + something they both genuinely enjoy? and specifically adz-centric: I know you've discussed it a bit b4, but what are some coping mechanisms he picks up once he's able to sort of process his trauma and address it? maybe ones he learns from sen, maybe not - maybe even ones He teaches sen? I'm sorry if I asked these specific questions b4 but I am So curious!! (and maybe also some things he + sen do specifically to unwind!!)

aaa thanks dude!!! hmmm.. shared hobbies...

i don't think they have a lot that they specifically picked up together? but the biggest thing is that they make an effort to support each other in their hobbies. ik ive talked abt it before but Adz will spend time with Sen while he's working out— sometimes just hanging out, sometimes Being A Nuisance (like laying on Sen's back while he does pushups; it's always welcome), but Adz still shows an active interest. he'll ask why Sen does certain exercises and just in general is happy to listen to Sen talk abt smthn he's passionate about. and I bring this up again especially bc Sen just. doesn't have a lot of hobbies beyond uh. Something Very Important To Being A Soldier.

this is an idea i draw specifically frm my meta for Eric, since he n Strahm are my inspirations for Sen.. haha..... they both had core traits forcibly repressed by controlling forces ANYWAYZ Sen hadn't really had a reason to pursue any sort of individuality even after being freed from Primogenitor control, routine was comforting and he had no one in his life to give a shit about him or encourage him to really break out of the mold he'd been forced into. Adz is the first one who expresses any interest in what he's passionate about + though he's older n has been free for longer Sen is still struggling with the idea that he can like. Have interests that aren't inherently valuable to being a soldier

but yea they are just.. very conscious about expressing interest in each other? like i said w/ Adz wanting to learn about Sen's (admittedly limited, but growing!) passions— Sen genuinely loves to hear Adz explain the technical aspects of photography, and loves to watch him cook (he will occasionally help Adz cook but it's usually prep work, he doesn't Get the purpose of cooking food even if it tastes better sjkdfhjk). the one thing they really do Together (other than go for walks!) is read, once Adz opens up to Sen that he likes it. it's another thing Sen doesn't really get, but he's fallen asleep more than a few times while Adz lays on his chest n reads to him (telepathically, ofc)

+ ohhh Adz processing his trauma/coping mechanisms he's picked up

that’s a good one, most of what I’ve addressed is pretty early in the process; his need to rearrange things until they are as Safe as possible, his nerves whenever Sen gets hurt (and the system he and Sen developed to help). Adz is processing a Lot and he was always meant to at least appear empathetic, which he very much is, so it affects him a lot more outwardly than it does Sen (who is also affected more by different aspects, like the idea he is inherently worthless + expendable)

I’ve also touched on how tactile Adz is + I think that becomes a very big grounding tool for him. He’ll wrap up in a blanket from their bed (so it smells like both of them) and try to catalogue as many sensations as he can wherever he winds up settling. Sen will usually join him when he notices, bc he knows it helps Adz to have some company + to verbalize things to (asking for a list of everything Adz feels and Adz will run through them, and that’s usually enough to get him to relax n slump over against Sen, if not fully ground him. It takes more time if Adz is alone). Sen won’t ever admit it but there was one time Adz wound up in his lap and started sleepily listing off things he felt— hearing Adz’ perspective, even if he’s half asleep and still a little floaty, makes Sen 🥺 (he’s so used to being a Thing, disposable + without traits that he really doesn’t think of himself beyond basic parts. but Adz is laying there describing his fur, how warm he is, the cool metal of his thighs, how his claws feel brushing through Adz’ fur and it.. it gets to him)

ultimately tho sometimes he just. NEEDS to power off around someone he trusts. Protogen don’t need to sleep, but Adz was essentially built to perceive people Too Well, to assess injuries they may be hiding or may not even be aware of, and he can’t just shut it off. when it gets really bad, he’ll go into sleep mode for a while because sometimes it really is just too much to handle (especially after a bout of JRS). it helps that Sen is always right there when he wakes up— he used to be anxious about powering off for a break but he’s been getting better abt expressing his concerns and letting Sen help him work thru them + reassure him that, while they’re not unfounded, they’re also not entirely realistic. neither of them is deployed anymore and nobody will hurt them in their home, and Sen will always be right there when Adz’ systems are ready to reboot

n it’s not really a coping mechanism but I think the biggest thing Sen picks up from Adz is like, the ability to be compassionate to himself? a few years ago he never would’ve even bandaged a cut, just rinsed it off and let nature do what it was gonna do basically. If he’d burned himself doing something, he would’ve just worked through the pain— because he didn’t see any reason to show himself compassion. and maybe now he only does it for Adz’ sake (at least that’s what he tells himself early on), but Sen will stop and bandage those cuts, treat the burns, pause and let himself breathe and just have a moment. Because Adz would be worried about him. because he thinks Sen deserves to be treated with kindness, and maybe Sen doesn’t entirely believe that yet but he’s getting there. He is.

as for things they do to unwind, it varies depending on what they’re both ok with skdhdh— they both kind of struggle with being around Other People so sometimes unwinding is going out to Do smthn, usually a walk + then stopping for a little treat on the way back. Usually though, it’s just spending time at home doing quiet things. Watching dramas on TV together, or singing together. Adz isn’t as good as Sen but they have similar tastes and both love to just put on some music, curl up on the couch n quietly sing along. Adz’ lil beeps n Sen’s actual voice make a really sweet combo 💙