#cutting someone else's hair is something that can be so tender actually.

[l0stw00d]

Soft late-night phone doodle before bed. Saoirse can trim her wool herself, but she likes when Stray gives her a hand. Stray likes to help, even if they wouldn't admit it.

[johnnieguilbertsgirlfriend]

hello!! I was wondering if you could do a johnnie x reader smut where y/n sits on johnnies lap and he fingers her and talks softly to her while doing it 😝

of COURSE i can this is also kinda answering this request!: HIIIIIIIIIIIIIII, how are you? I was wondering if i could request a johnnie x reader (gf) smut where she has a hand kink and johnnie makes her get off on his thigh and his fingers (im such a slut for dom johnnie)

𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

CONTAINS: angst?, fluff, smut, p in v, oral (f receiving), praising, fingering, creampie, squirting (new feature unlocked😱), overstimulation (going round4round)

WC: not sure rn

story below the cut:

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throughout the past few weeks, johnnie had been unavailable. whether it was filming, or hanging out with jake and carrington. of course you still saw him, but you missed him. by the time you would wake up, the other side of the bed was already empty. this didn’t only make you sad, but frustrated. you just wanted your boyfriend to be there for you, and have someone to lean on. it was 2 p.m., where once again, you wake up cold, with no arms around you.

y/n: where are you?

johnnie: filming again, sorry baby i’ll be back later

y/n: r we still on for dinner tonight?

johnnie: of course, i’ll see you soon ❤️

y/n: okay have fun, love you :)

you sigh, feeling mentally and physically drained despite not doing a single thing. at least you and johnnie had actually planned for something tonight even with his busy schedule.

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sitting at the vanity, you were patting light makeup on your skin, followed by some cute eyeliner and lip gloss. the time was currently 7:30 and the reservation was for 8:15 p.m., so he should be there any minute. throwing on a cute black mini dress, paired with some heels, your outfit was complete.

y/n: helloooo its 7:50

y/n: we need to leave like now

y/n: ?? (delivered)

5 minutes pass, then 20, then an hour. you sat on your phone, scrolling on tiktok before finally accepting the reality of the situation. he wasn’t coming anytime soon. and that’s when you started to cry. taking off your shoes and putting on a hoodie, you crawled on the bed, too lazy to take anything else off.

resting your back on the headboard, you hear the front door unlock and the scuffle of shoes, along with some other voices. johnnie opens the door,

“i’m here i-“

“it’s 9:30.” you say, sniffling.

“what? oh shit sorry i forgot we had plans”

“yeah? you’re sorry? i’ve barely seen you for weeks now and that’s all?”

“babe i swear i wasn’t looking at the time it was just that jake and carrington dragged me to go places and-“

“jake this and carrington that, why does it always have to be about them?”

“because they’re my friends-“

“yeah well i’m your fucking girlfriend,” the room went quiet.

“but you know what? lately it feels like i’m not and maybe it should stay that way.”

“why are you being so dramatic about it?”

you’re furious. you get off the bed, and start walking to the kitchen. johnnie grabs your shoulders, turning you around, and pulling you into a hug. you smell his cologne, starting to break down into tears, burying your face deeper into his chest. deep down, you know he hates seeing you cry and get angry. you just felt so hurt.

“why? why do you have to do this to me. i miss you, i just want you to be with me and hold me. but you’re always too busy.”

he pats your head, running his fingers through your hair, while you let it out. once you collect yourself, you look up at him, with tear stains and a red nose.

“i love you. i’m so sorry for leaving you all the time, you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me,”

“and you’re not overreacting.”

johnnie pulls you into a sweet and tender kiss, full of love and affection, but you pull back first. still upset, you look to the ground. he takes your face in his hands,

“let me make it up to you baby.”

he lowers his head to your neck, softly biting at your skin, making you let out a relieve sigh. then he kisses you again, this time being rougher and filled with more lust. you moan as his tongue reaches your mouth. before anyone sees this, he lifts your legs up, leaving kisses on your jaw while taking you back to his room.

he uses your back to close the door, walking towards the bed. he sets you down gently and helps you take your hoodie off. “baby you look amazing in this dress, you’re gonna have to wear it again soon” he pushes you down, trailing kisses from your neck, down to your collarbone. starting to lift your dress up and over your head, taking it off completely, it also reveals a set of black lingere you had put on beforehand.

“you wore this for me y/n?”

“mhm”

“it would look even better off of you”

you hum in response as he leaves hickeys right above your lacy bra. he plants kisses down your chest and stomach, to your core. he takes off his t-shirt and jeans. after, he takes off your panties, covering his finger with your wetness, and inserting it. “just relax angel i’m gonna take such good care of you” you groan as he starts sucking your breasts, giving equal attention, as he pumps another finger into you, increasing the speed a little. your breaths get heavier as you grip the bedsheets. “more m’ please” you whine. he goes even faster as you bite your lip to stop yourself from melting. arching your back for more friction against his hand, he uses another finger to rub your clit. “yeah baby thats it, just cum on my fingers” while he says that, you feel the knot in your stomach coming undone. “oh shit” you moan out, shaking slightly and cumming.

he pulls down his boxers, taking them off. he’s already really hard, so he coats his dick with your cum. the rooms feels as though it gets hotter with every breath you take in. he teases your clit with his tip, rubbing it slightly. “johnnie just fuck me already please,” you breathe out. “alright princess” he says, pushing fully into you, but slowly, groaning while letting you adjust to his length. “still so tight baby” he says, making you bite your lip, muffling your moan. “don’t do that, i want to hear all your pretty noises.” he picks up the pace, getting faster which each thrust.

“you’re so beautiful y/n” he says, you hold onto his waist, pulling him deeper inside you, hitting the right stop. “uh, fuck” with every sound you make, it encourages him to go harder, and faster. “shit, m’ gonna cum,” you moan out. johnnie’s breath gets heavier as he lifts your leg up, pounding even deeper into you. “inside,” you manage to get out as pleasure washes over you. shortly after, he thrusts one last time, cumming inside you.

he kisses your lips, but it’s not over just yet. johnnie comes closer, “baby, please ride my face” he whispers in your ear. at this point, you felt so overstimulated, but could never say no to that handsome face. you instantly get wetter again, and agree, putting him to the side and then climbing on top of his abdomen. “are you sure?” “one hunder percent,” he says, practically forcing your legs closer to his head.

you hover on top of his face, scared to suffocate him. however, he immediately pulls your thighs down, making you sit entirely while you let a moan out. he starts eating you out, flicking his tongue, somehow making you feel even better. “just like that,” he knew this time that you wouldn’t last that long, especially after the two orgasms you just had. so, he digs his mouth even deeper into your pussy, like the world was ending. this pulled a string of curse words out of you. “oh fuck,” is the last thing you can say, before you feel your whole body shaking, but this time it was new to you. you had squirted from the overstimulation, on johnnie’s face.

after, you get off of him, somewhat embarrassed. “uhm, i don’t know how, uh, that has never happened to me before-“

“no, that was hot.” he kisses your forehead gently before putting his boxers back on and getting a towel for both of you. he cleans you up and gives you a shirt to wear while he goes to grab new sheets. you sit on the floor with dead legs while he changes it for you. “i’m never washing this bed sheets ever again,” he says. “ewww,” you jokingly say back while laughing. he carries you in a cradle, setting you back down on the bed.

“so… are you still mad at me?”

“i could never stay mad at you,” you say, pulling him in for a hug.

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ENJOY THIS LADIES, YOUR BITCH IS BACK

currently working on some requests but theres NOT ENOUGH!! please always leave requests in my inboxesss 🩷 see u in the next 1!

[tokiwarcube]

Dating Charles hc? 👀 Sfw & nsfw both fine by me 🖤

Hell yeah! Pre-Requiem SFW below the cut, NS/FW to follow in a separate post <3

Nathan HERE ; Pickles HERE ; Toki HERE ; Skwisgaar HERE ; Murderface HERE

Despite the “robot” label he’s been saddled with over the years, Charles is a very caring man. He’s romantic in a way that makes all of your rose-tinted teenage dreams a daily reality. And sure, he might not always have time for extravagant dates, but he’s tender in a way that smooths it over so naturally that you really couldn’t imagine spending time with him any other way.

Many of your nights are spent together in his office, sipping scotch to the quiet hum of classic rock as the two of you clean up whatever mess the boys have made this time. Quiet conversation weaves its way naturally into the scratching of pen on paper, easy and fluid as all things seem to be with him.

And while he is, functionally, always on call… Charles very much treasures the hours of the weekend he gets to spend with you.

Whether he’s taking you out to dinner or studying the pieces at your local art museum, Charles will usually be on his feet with you for the weekends unless you reel him in. Believe me, there’s nothing he loves more than relaxing at home with you with the lights turned low… but frankly, the man forgets that he can actually do that sometimes. Workaholic habits die hard.

And despite being around it all the time, Charles still loves live music. Take this man out to a show or two, you won’t regret it.

Just… don’t take him on the dance floor. Ever. He talks big game, but he has zero sense of rhythm. The ‘57 Gibson Les Paul hanging on his wall is purely for decoration, he cannot play it by pure virtue of the fact that he couldn’t catch a beat if it smacked him in the face. Don’t let him fool you.

Charles isn’t a very cuddly man, but that isn’t to say he’s not sweet. He loves placing little kisses to the inside of your wrist when alone, in particular.

Although if you have the urge to card your hands through his hair after hours while he works on a few deals, or loosen the tension in his shoulders… he certainly isn’t complaining.

When he’s drunk though… very, very clingy.

Even while sober though, he does have a bit of a fascination with your hands, just in general. You’ll often catch him watching your movements while you type, or fiddle with a pen. And it’s no surprise that, left unguarded, he’s prone to toying with your fingers a bit. It’s almost subconscious, really.

Charles has a fantastic memory, and he uses this to his advantage often. He’s always got you in the back of his mind, and he’s rather liberal about texting you when something reminds him of you.

[1 Attachment] Isn’t this from that show that you like?

That being said, gift giving is one of his bigger love languages, and he always seems to find the perfect thing. He has some preternatural gift for finding things that nobody else can.

He’s a fan of the classics, in many regards. Holding doors, pulling out chairs, flowers… he does it without thinking, really. Although, he won’t complain if you do the same for him. Makes him quite soft.

Least jealous man this side of the hemisphere. He completely trusts your loyalty and ability to assert yourself, no questions asked. And if there’s someone that’s not taking no for an answer? That is harassment, and they’ll be dealt with shortly. Props of always having a Klokateer around the corner, I suppose. (He’s a very vigilant man in general, actually. You always feel safe when you’re out in public with him, and its not just because of the armed guards that linger in your shadows.)

He keeps a photo of you in his wallet — a little polaroid that Toki had taken after you gifted him a polaroid for Christmas one year, tucked just behind his ID.

He keeps you as his lockscreen, too. Whenever he gets a smidge too stressed in the office, he’ll pull out his phone in a “do it for them” type move. It always works.

He takes your words very seriously — you always feel heard when you talk to him. He’s a fantastic communicator, and most problems are resolved fairly quick.

He loves hearing your voice, and if you’re in a position where you can do such a thing, he loves to just call for a little while. Just to hear you speak.

For as much as he preaches about getting 8 hours of sleep per night, he’s rather shit at following that rule. He might acquiesce if you ask him sweetly enough to please come to bed… although you might have a bit more luck if you plop yourself in his lap, instead. He gets so vigilant about not waking you up on accident that he eventually just gives up and carries you to bed with him.

And despite not being the cuddliest man during the day, he almost always has a hand on you in the night.

He’s an early riser by habit — a morning person by necessity, not by nature, as he says — but don’t think you’re getting out of bed before him. A bleary eyed and whiny Charles is a sight for sore eyes, truly.

He does have a certain set of routines that he follows to a tee, one of which is bringing you coffee in the morning. He likes to sit on the edge of the bed, sipping from his own mug as he gently runs his free hand up and down your spine. For a moment, the world is quiet — peaceful.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Gun Park x Reader: this is our place (we make the rules)

Chapter 9 - Probably should read ch1 first

Gun has a new neighbour. Index: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Epilogue

Things get a little weird after that.

Gun has ample sexual experience but no relationship experience. He does not know how to take the next step.

(He does know how to pleasure you in bed... though he knows definitively that that’s not the best way to proceed.)

And you are a lost cause, having little experience of anything at all.

You both tiptoe along the blurred line between tentative friends and something more.

The routine continues though it’s not as easy as it once was. You are on edge, reading into every little thing, face blushing and voice stammering at the slightest flirtation or touch.

Gun is Gun. He is how he always is. 

Yet he pulls back a little, taking your reactions as hesitation and uncertainty about him.

It doesn’t stop his eyes lingering on your lips whenever you try to get your words out. 

For the first time in his life, there’s a hunger in him that he knows exactly how to satiate but finds his hands completely tied.

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.

Gun is the one who graces your front door, a very unusual occurrence especially at this time in the morning. Fully dressed despite the early hours and a duffle bag at his side.

He waits for you to answer, hears your sluggish footsteps approach the door and wonders if this was what it was like for you all those months ago.

The door swings open, and he’s greeted with the sight of you still half asleep and hair wild.

(I want to see this every morning, a hopeful voice in his brain offers. One that has grown confident and loud. Louder than his bloodlust. Louder than his search for a successor.)

“Gun? What time is-” The sentence is cut off with a large yawn.

Even that. Gaping mouth, bleary eyes, the way the yawn travels through your body and you stretch - he finds it endearing.

“I’ll be gone for a few weeks on a business trip.”

Gun pinpoints the exact second his words take hold, your eyes flying open and all signs of sleep gone from your face.

“Few weeks?!”

A brief nod. “If it goes to plan”

“Are you,” you bite your lip, wondering if it’s too forward for you to ask but you choose to bite the bullet instead, “Are you going to keep in touch?”

“When I can, of course,” Gun doesn’t even hesitate, no doubt in his mind that he would.

He does hesitate at his next move though, for a fleeting moment, before he takes a leap of faith and hands you a small envelope.

“Open it when I’m gone.”

“Ok…” Your hands grip the edges tight.

It’s only a few weeks. You’ve already survived many weeks, months, years without him and he said he would be in touch. Why are you feeling such a pang of sadness? 

Gun sees your face drop, lips turning down into a frown and starting to wobble. So he allows himself a small indulgence. Gives in to something he has wanted to do for a while. 

He takes your hand, holding it firm in his, brings it up to his lips and kisses each knuckle. 

Gentle, delicate. He didn’t realise he could ever be this tender.

“Don’t miss me too much,” he murmurs against your skin.

.

.

As soon as Gun is gone, you tear open the envelope.

Out drops a note enclosed around a key, very similar to the one you have.

The handwriting you can never mistake for anyone else’s.

‘Treat my home as if it is your own. Look after it for me.’

Running your finger along the jagged edges, you check to see if this key is actually real and won’t disappear the next time you blink.

Feels solid enough.

You give your wrist a harsh pinch.

Ouch. Fuck. Not a dream either.

You’re not stupid. You know what a grand gesture this is, and one you didn’t think would come from Gun. 

Giving a key to someone else is huge. A big step in a relationship, an even bigger step for you and him because who knows what the hell this is.

Although it is expected, now you think about it. Everything he does has an intensity, never without purpose. 

And actually. A trusted neighbour having your house key is perfectly normal.

(Idiot, a mocking inner voice taunts, you know exactly what this is.)

You grab your phone and fire out a message immediately.

You: your house key?!

You: are you sure? are you comfortable with me being in your apartment without you?

Gun: Yes.

Y/N: so what?? you want me to sleep in your bed? eat your food?

Gun: Don’t break anything and don’t leave a mess.

Y/N: That’s all you have to say?

Gun leaves you on read. 

.

.

He receives a few more texts from you through the day, each time Goo peering over and trying to read his screen.

“Is that Y/N?”

“...”

“Tell her I love her!”

“...”

“Ask her to reconsider the date.”

“Fuck off.”

.

.

On the second day, you cannot focus on anything. Not your lectures, your college course, books, TV. 

Phone incessantly pulled out of your pocket, thinking you heard a phantom buzz.

In the end you think it’s better to have it always in sight or in your hand. 

…Leading to your eyes flickering to the screen every minute. 

By evening, you decide to be the one who reaches out, sick of waiting to see if Gun will message you. Chiding yourself for being so childish in the first place and playing these games. 

And he’s on a business trip. Likely busy as hell.

You angle your dinner in a flattering light, snap a few pics, select the best one along with ‘not as much fun to cook for one’ and press send.

A few hours later you get a response.

A picture of his own meal in what looks like a very upscale restaurant if the plating and tableware is anything to go by.

‘Your food is better.’.

.

.

The third day you get a picture of a breathtaking sunset with mountains in the background.

‘Thinking about you.’

.

.

You return a selfie of you on his sofa the day after.

‘Thinking about you too.’

Gun replies in the next hour: ‘Good.’

.

.

It’s weird how being in Gun’s home without him is not weird.

You’ve been there enough times to know where everything is. The place now has a sort of nostalgic familiarity. Even the sleek and minimalist design which you scoffed at before, has a peculiar cosiness. Almost homely.

Maybe because it is so very much Gun Park.

Initially, you don’t stay much longer than is deemed polite - if it could be considered polite at all.

Over time, you find it harder and harder to leave.

Gun knows you better than you do apparently.

Maybe just maybe he realises how much you would miss him. How much being surrounded with his things would help, a part of him embedded in everything in his home.

Including you.

.

.

Nothing of significance happens over the next few days. The pictures and selfies increase in frequency.

Gun tends to send you pictures of landscapes and his surroundings, accompanied with a surprisingly romantic caption that leaves you giggling.

Car dashboard to show he's travelling, pictures of coffees and patisseries in overpriced and trendy cafes where he would no doubt fit in, and then images of food from even more eye-wateringly expensive and fancy restaurants.

And then one your eyes have poured over the most, a picture of an empty gym.

With a reflection of Gun, topless. Almost but not quite out of shot. 

Truthfully, you replay the image of him post-shower in your head multiple times a week. It pops up when you least expect it. Over time, the memory has grown blurred at the edges, and this has slammed everything back into sharp focus.

Today you get a glimpse again of his body. Shiny and slick with sweat, muscles flushed red and pumped.

You zoom in - not before shiftily looking around his empty apartment, as if someone will jump out and shame you for being thirsty. 

Eyes tracking over the collar bones and the curve of his shoulder, bicep popping with the phone gripped loosely in his hand. 

A peek of hip hones and one half of the delicious V muscle, the arrowhead that points straight down.

Ughhh. 

He’s not posing at all. You just know it’s one single picture Gun has taken and fired off without thought.

But you still feel the need to take a cold shower right this second.

You: 😋

Gun: 😯

The thought of Gun, a man so cool and calm and collected, using an emoji catches you off balance and you burst out laughing.

(... The photo? That is not true. Gun knows exactly what he is doing.)

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.

One afternoon, you receive a selfie from Gun - which is unusual in itself.

Upon reveal, it’s a picture of Gun’s business associate - Goo Kim, smouldering at the camera and a fuzzy outline of Gun in the background.

‘Hey cutie pie, how you doing 💋’

Moments later, another picture. Blurred and taken from what looks like midair, phone falling to the floor. You squint at a fuzzy image of Gun trying to kick Goo, who aims a punch for his head.

Gun: dhakjsdhaksjdhs

Gun: kfdjhsdkfhd

Gun: Ignore that

Gun: Sorry

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.

Another few days later, Gun’s eyes soften at the picture and caption he has just received. It’s a welcome reprieve from the day he had

You beaming with your arm around the plant, both in his apartment.

‘look whos finally home! we miss you!!’

“Huh.” Goo leans over Gun’s shoulder, adjusting his glasses and thinking his eyes are deceiving him. “I thought you would have killed that thing by now.”

.

.

“Since I left, I've been surrounded by all this noise. All I can think about is being with you at home. By your side. Listening to you, seeing you. Just existing... You have no idea the hold you have on me.” 

You don’t hear anything until the next night. A voice recording. Hushed, like a confession.

A slight grumble and a sigh. 

“I won’t be able to contact you from now until I’m back… Y/N.  I wanted you to know that I-,”

A pause. 

“I miss you too.”

[readychilledwine]

we want the juicy details on your sexual awakening

It's not that juicy. It's actually fairly sad, but someone else may be at this point and need to hear it.

Warning - questionable consent, technically a form of sex work, total power exchange, abusive relationships, mental health issues, learning to adapt, and becoming a survivor instead of a victim.

I was a really really good kid and teen. Like I addressed, I got my kicks from fanfiction. I dated once in high school, and it never went further than kissing (which caused my first break up and broken heart). My first "What is happening to my body," came from watching The Mummy, and it wasn't something I could discuss with anyone besides my older brother who did the best he could to try to talk to me about safe sex.

I moved away from my parents in 2014 and went to a college about 4 hours away. Aka- close enough to mom and dad to drive home once every couple months, not close enough for them to randomly show up. I was an art major focusing on art history and visual design, and that required me to take a life drawing class.

Tender 18 year old Liz, a starving college student working two jobs, ended up catching the eye of one of the male models, and we started talking a lot. I found out after a month of him taking me on dates, surprising me with gifts, and him staying up with me when I'd be lonely because I didn't live on campus have friends, that he was married and him and his wife were looking for a girlfriend for him since she had a boyfriend on the side. I don't regret this choice because it shaped who I am today, but I stupidly agreed to go into it without having set my own boundaries and limits.

He had rules for me. Rules I can recite clearly to this day: he dresses me, I do not make financial choices without him, I am to tell him where I was at all times and leave my tracker on, he decides what I eat and when, no drinking, no smoking, and no other partners. If I listened, he would pay my tuition, books, help with rent, etc. At the time, I did not realize that I was entering a total power exchange dynamic, and he knew that.

Those starter rules evolved into more... sex based rules, and after 3 months, I ended up losing my virginity to him after he told me refusing was breaking his rules, and if I broke his rules, my allowance was cut off, and I really needed help with rent, friends. I am not proud of that decision, but that decision was made.

I stayed in this relationship with him hanging financial security and my own naivety over my head for close to 10 months. My dad is a law enforcement officer, and he is the one who noticed the change in my personality and looks.

I had waist length dark brown hair. I came home blonde with my hair cut to my lower neck. I stopped wearing Converse and Vans and started wearing heels and sandles more. I would get really anxious and upset if I wasn't near my phone or could not find it to meet my required check-ins. I cried. Alot. Yelling made me actually panic. My dad made me sit down with a female investigator and answer questions about everything.

When she was done and confirmed to him what was happening, he then proceeded to get my brothers, a uHaul, and my apartment keys and move me back home. He had my phone bill at that point, so he blocked the couple, her boyfriend, and their friends that I had the displeasure of meeting and ensured I never heard from them again.

Cohearsed consent is not consent. The second I started therapy and realized that, I spiraled. The weight of everything set in, and I realized I had been a victim of sexual assault. I began to cope by being hypersexual. Within a year, I'd had sex with close to 30 people trying to reclaim my body and, in turn, endangering myself until I met my ex fiancé.

When I met him, things changed significantly. He was a stepping stone in my healing and helped me find religion and value in myself beyond my body. Ironically, my healing and finding the wrong religion (catholics don't seem to be a fan of spirituality) is what led to our engagement being called off. I was 21 when we stopped seeing each other.

I slowed down at that point signicantly and cut off all sex. I was done with it and decided never again. I could please me better than anyone else could anyways. Then, I met baby daddy, and we started as strictly friends with benefits. He is the safest dom I've ever had, the kindest man I've ever met, and from the bat, he understood me more than I understood me. He saw me for me and cared for me despite the damaged goods.

He triggered the true awakening. We took sex between us slow, exploring things gently, talking about what I wanted to try and keeping track of what I liked, what he liked, and meeting in a happy middle. He indulged my want to explore with other women and just sat and watched. Then, when we felt I was ready, he introduced me to the swinging/bdsm lifestyle, and it helped me process the remaining bits of trauma I had with him beside me every step of the way. He helped shape me sexually into who I needed to be to heal and then who I deserved to be sexually for me.

I don't know at what point FwB turned into us living together and telling each other how much the other means to us almost daily, but now we're here, cuddling on couch, exhausted from taking care of our daughter, and discussing which one of us gets the last chocolate peanut butter overnight oats packet and *whispers* marriage.

Him and Sophia are the happy ending 18 year old Liz thought she was losing when she was desperate to pay rent. He helped me heal, learn who I was in terms of sex, and gave me the safest place to land.

One might say I'm pretty attached to him forever now 🤣

Ps - let me tell ya, missionary isn't boring when it's with someone who thinks you're the most beautiful woman he's ever seen, pregnancy stretch marks, and all. 💕

[wolfawaycamp]

LauraMax went to the motel. What's a typical staff table dinner conversation look like?

Max greets her in the way that has become their norm since camp started and they’re surrounded by children and coworkers at all hours of the day and night: the gentlest of shoulder checks — his knocking ever so briefly against her own — as he’s sliding into place on the bench next to her. It’s something so unremarkable, so mundane in terms of physical contact and affection, but the tender little smile they share when their eyes meet is something that shouts their love for one another even in complete silence; it’s a little bit of warmth, a little bit of Laura that exists solely for him and a little bit of Max that exists solely for her. A little piece of their souls that no one else gets to see.

“Hey babe,” she grins. “How did dodgeball go? We didn’t get any more nose gushers in the nurse’s office so I figured it must be going better than yesterday at least…”

Down the table, there’s a snort.

“That’s true, there were no nosebleeds today,” Kaitlyn interjects. “Or black eyes, unless someone ate a ball and just didn’t mention it— do not make the joke, Dylan!”

“What?” the boy squawks, with a terribly see-through attempt at a poker face. “What joke?! I didn’t say anything, Kaitlyn!”

“Well I can tell you were thinking it!”

“What, are you a mind reader now?!”

The far end of the table descends into rapidfire back-and-forths as the two continue bickering, oblivious to the amusement of the rest of the counselors. Max shoots an amused grin at Laura, who only rolls her eyes and looks to the next source of information: Emma.

“Yeah, it went off without a hitch… I think mostly because Mr. H sidelined Ryan to fix whatever was up in the boathouse, so he and Jacob weren’t bumping shoulders on the field anymore,” the blonde rolls her eyes with a smirk. “So, you know… no ‘totally accidental’ elbows thrown or balls conveniently thrown right into someone’s nose this time. Way better example set for the kids today.”

“Yeah, I s’pose that would help,” Laura says with a wicked grin; she and Ryan had had a vague yet instantaneous rivalry from the very first moment she set foot in Hackett’s Quarry, yet somehow his beef with Jacob would always reign supreme.

“Well…” a tentative voice pipes up; it’s Abi, speaking up for the first time that night. “Ryan being gone also kinda helped with the accidental injuries that were actually accidental, too…”

Everyone’s curiosity is piqued by her vagueness.

“How do you mean, Abi?” Nick questions.

“Just, um,” she flushes, looking a bit guilty suddenly. “Just that, y’know, Dylan was actually paying attention to the game this time? Not just… uhh, what Ryan was doing? So there was less tripping over tree roots and knocking kids —- or me — flying because he didn’t notice us standing right in front of him...”

The counselor table falls silent. Abi blushes a deep shade of red, enough to almost put the highlights in her hair to shame, and starts digging into her dinner furiously as a means of self-distraction. Then, like the pin had been pulled, the whole table bursts into explosive laughter — with the exception of Dylan, who was suddenly flushed equally as red as Abi and slouching comically low in his seat, as if he could somehow become tiny enough to go unseen.

“O-hhhh, my god, Abi,” Emma crows, leaning on the shorter girl to wrap an arm around her shoulder and jostle her appreciatively; it’s a sentiment shared around the table as the rest of the counselors hoot and holler, Jacob being the loudest of them all.

“Do I even want to ask what you guys are laughing about?”

Ryan’s voice cuts suddenly through the commotion as the final member of their group arrives, dinner tray in hand as he stares down at them all with a vague air of judgment.

“Just th—”

“NOTHING! It’s nothing!” Dylan practically shouts, and poor Jacob cuts off with a choking noise as one of the taller boy’s hands smacks right across his mouth, successfully cutting off whatever teasing was doubtlessly about to commence.

An eyebrow twitches ever so slightly on Ryan’s face.

“Riiiiight…” he says. “Whatever that was about, then.”

And then Mr. H’s favorite counselor takes his spot at their table, completely unbothered and unruffled even as Dylan — seated directly across from him — continues to burn tomato-red, and Kaitlyn and Emma are still shamelessly giggling to themselves further down the row. Laura’s eyes gravitate to Max’s, as always, and the two of them share the same fond-yet-disgusted eye roll as every other time Dylan’s elephant sized crush somehow manages to keep flying under Ryan’s radar.

She’s not gonna be able to leave this damn camp without Max playing wingman, Laura concludes; she can already practically see the determination solidifying in her boyfriend’s heart.

🐦‍⬛

[newtonsheffield]

Hi Molly, I know you've given us a LOT this weekend already, and honestly you deserve a break. but if you are planning on doing a spicy sunday, can we see our taylor swift loving elder siblings' first date and then some?

Oh Lordy.

Here we go

Kate genuinely hadn’t thought he would call. She really hadn’t. They’d filed out of the stadium, Anthony’s sister on his hip, falling asleep on his shoulder and he’d smiled at her.

“I um- I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Sure.”

He’d ducked his head, and his smile had been so adorable, “We’ll get something to drink or maybe… if you eat dinner?”

“I eat dinner sometimes, yeah.” She’d shrugged, trying not to let her stomach swoop.

“Cool, right. I better get these ones home.”

“It was nice to meet you, Anthony.”

She’d woken this morning with her throat a little scratchy to the sound of her phone ringing. She picked it up, not really paying attention

“Kate, we need to talk!”

“Dad?” She sat up, rubbing her eyes. “Is everything okay? It’s really early.”

“I don’t know!” He squawked, “Are you okay?!”

“Um… I’m fine, the concert was really cool.”

“Did your fiancé enjoy it?”

Kate’s stomach dropped, “Fucking Edwina.”

“How could you not tell me you were seeing someone this seriously?!”

“Dad, I dropped my bracelet. He didn’t propose to me.” Kate rolled her eyes, scratching Newton behind the ears as she stood from the bed.

“Then why did you kiss hi?!”

Kate froze, “I didn’t realise the video you saw went that far.”

“Kate!”

She rolled her eyes, “Dad, it was literally just a kiss. We got carried away. I’m never going to see that guy again.”

“Well I-”

“Katie.” Mary’s voice sighed, cutting off her dad. “I’ll manage Dad’s panic attack, I’m glad you had fun, sweetheart.”

A beep sounded in Kate’s ear and she sighed, “Mumma some else is trying to call me, tell Dad I’ll see him tomorrow.”

Kate sighed, frowning a little at the unknown number before she picked it up. “Hey, this is Kate.”

“Kate, Hi.”

She recognised the voice from last night, soft and warm like his hands gently cupping her cheeks had been. “Oh.”

“It’s um… it’s Anthony.” He cleared his throat, “ We um… we sat next to one another at Wembley last night?”

“You’re going to have to be more specific.” Kate chuckled, unable to resist the urge to tease him.

“Oh, um… you and I… we kissed?”

“Eh, you might have to be more specific again.”

“Oh! Well, I’ve got dark hair. And-”

“Anthony I’m fucking with you.” Kate sighed, her heart fluttering in her chest, “I remember the kiss. You are a very tender kisser.”

“I’m tender when I do a lot of things.” Anthony breathed, his voice deepening, “I want to take you out tonight.”

“I actually… don’t know if I’m going to eat dinner tonight.”

“That’s okay.” Anthony clicked his tongue, “I’m opening to eating a lot of things besides food if you’re willing.”

The wind had been knocked out of her lungs, “Jesus fucking- Where do you want to meet?”

She should have felt more nervous. She had in the cab on the way to the restaurant. And she had when she’d waited nervously outside until Anthony’s head had popped out of the restaurant.

“Sorry! I already grabbed our table, I’m a bit of an early bird.”

He smelled lightly of cologne when he kissed her cheek and her cheeks burned as he showed her through the restaurant, his eyes dancing at her.

“You are really beautiful. I don’t think I said that last night I just… you caught me by surprise is all.”

Kate nodded as she sat down across from him and awkwardness swelled between the for a moment before she sighed, “Sorry, this is really awkward.”

“Eh, doesn’t have to be. We’ll order drinks first and if you hate to you can go.”

They’d ordered drinks and fallen into conversation oddly naturally until his phone rang and his face fell as he excused himself, hissing into the phone.

“Well I’ll never get the chance to marry her if you don’t hang up the phone mum!”

Ridiculous laughter bubbled in her chest as he hung up, his cheeks flushed and when the waiter came over she took a menu and watched Anthonys boulders relax.

Anthony walked her to the front of her building when the waiter had nudged them out ours later and his jacket was draped over her shoulders something awkward between them.

“I um… I don’t want you to think I… expect anything from this.” He cleared his throat. “I… just… I had a good time and I like you and-”

“Technically half the internet thinks we’re getting married.”

“True.” Anthony clicked his tongue. “That being said… Maybe we should…”

“Wait to sleep together?”

His body moved closer to hers and she felt her hand twist in the front of his shirt even as he nodded, “Yeah we should… we should wait.”

“So we’re waiting.” Kate had felt breathless as she tugged him inside the building, “You’re just coming up to get out of the cold.”

“Yeah, I’m freezing.” Anthony groaned as the lift opened behind them and he stumbled forward.

Their lips were only millimetres apart and Kate could feel the rise and fall of his laboured breathing and the warmth of his body and a moan rumbled in her throat. She reached forward pressing the emergency stop and Anthony’s lips crashed against hers.

It was different than it had been last night, when they’d been carried away and their lips found one another while the crowd cheered. This was quieter, and Edwina’s hand was patting her on the shoulder but Anthony’s kiss was nowhere near as tender. His hands were tight on her waist and the wall of his chest was firm as he pressed forward until she was stuck between him and the lift. His tongue swept roughly over hers, stoking the fire that was slowly burning between them and she felt her legs fall open. Anthony’s hands tightened and he lifted her onto the railing, the palm of his hand warm over her calf as it slid up her leg and a satisfied purr rumbled through his chest.

His hair fell into his eyes and it made him somehow even more handsome as she pulled him closer.

“We’re not going to have sex.”

Kate shook her head but her hips arched against his as he nipped at her neck. “We’re not having sex.”

Anthony nodded and his hand slipped further up the leg hooked around his hip, drawing him closer again and Kate could feel her fingertips on the edge of her underwear as heat licked at her stomach, pushing her forward.

“But on the other hand.” Anthony’s teeth bit into her neck, “What kind of internet husband would I be if I didn’t make you feel… something for me?”

Kate could stop the whine that fell from her chest, and her voice was breathless “Not a very good one.”

“Well, I want to be a very good boy.”

His eyes were asking her, begging her and Kate nodded as her hips rocked forward against his fingers.

“oh, fuck Kate, I can feel how much you want me.”

They hadn’t even slipped into her underwear yet and already her eyes were rolling back in her head and her leg drew him in impossibly closer. They were breathing the same air now. Every breath that left her was drawn into his lungs and passed back and the tension in the elevator was thick as Anthony’s hand moved slowly against her. His lips were still on her neck, sucking gently and he whispered filthy nothing in her ear as they moved slowly together.

Her entire body was on fire, it felt like as her hand cupped his neck and drew their lips back together in a filthy kiss and her mind couldn’t quite keep up. The sweet man who’d taken his sister to a concert had her grinding against his fingers in the lift of her building.

“Oh Good girl.”

His fingers slipped under the fabric, pushing inside her and a whine fell from her lips as he circled her gently. Anthony caught her hand from his neck and his eyes locked with hers as her hips bucked against the feel of his hand. he held her hand against his lips and sucked her thumb into his mouth his eyes darkening and Kate’s eyes rolled back in her head.

His fingers started moving faster and she could feel him against her thigh, his hips searching for friction as he ground against her. Anthony’s hand fisted in her hair to prevent her head banging against the wall as he started moving faster and faster pushing her closer to the edge as heat coiled tightly in her stomach. She was so close she could almost taste it. She could taste Anthony on her tongue and smell his cologne and his voice in her ear made her spine shiver against him.

“Come. Kate.”

She fell over the edge with a sharp shout and her vision blurred as her body shook against him, her legs holding him in place.

Her legs could barely support her, When Anthony set her down, kissing her quickly before he drew his fingers into his mouth sucking loudly. He winked at her as he let turned off the emergency brake and stepped out into the lobby as the door opened.

“I’ll call you tomorrow, Kate.”

And Kate was left staring after him “What the fuck?!”

[xluvablz]

❀: "secrets in the sunlight"

pairing: luna lovegood x f!ravenclaw!reader.

summary: amid hogwarts' courtyards, you and luna share heartfelt confessions, leading to the discovery of mutual love sealed with a tender kiss.

word count: 1.2k

Arm in arm, you and Luna blissfully walk together through the courtyards of Hogwarts, humming with each step, as the sun shined and the breeze gently blew her perfectly blonde hair. Hogwarts looked as magical and beautiful as ever, and everything seemed perfect, when Luna suddenly stops walking. She looks up at you, her large blue eyes full of curiosity. Noticing her sudden movements, you peer back intrigued. 

"Are you quite alright, Luna?" you question.

She nods and smiles, giggling softly. "Can I tell you a secret?" Luna askes, tilting her head to one side.

"You know you can tell me anything," you respond giddily, fingers tracing delicate shapes on her hands.

Luna takes a quick glance around, noting nobody was nearby, before taking a deep breath, her cheeks now a bright red. 

"Well.. I-I.." She stutters, unable to find the right words. You wait patiently, giving her the space to express her thoughts.

"The truth is… and I've been meaning to tell you for a while, but… I like someone and yet I'm too scared to tell them how I feel.." Luna finally admits. Her face was now beet red and her view was directed down at the ground, as if she couldn't make eye-contact.

Your eyes widen slightly is surprise, unexpecting of her words. Your heart dampens a touch, registering what she has told you. Luna has an interest in someone else? "Who?" you wonder. Your silence does not go unnoticed by the ditzy blonde.

"They are… also in Ravenclaw.” Luna starts, “Very smart and always does well in classes..". She begins to describe them, but quickly cuts herself off, too afraid to say anything more.

"Well, I...I suppose you should just tell them how you feel. There is no point in dwelling, besides, they would be a fool to not reciprocate." You respond, trying to ease her nerves and settle your racing inquiries.

"Are you.. sure?" Luna askes, biting her bottom lip as she glances up at you. Her heart was pounding, as though it would escape the confines of her chest.

"I-I don't know... What if they say no?" She stutters in a soft voice.

"Then they are not worth your time, my love," you smile gently at her, admiring her funky earrings under the golden rays. "Besides, what do you need a boy for? They are so childish and petty," you begin as you tug her arm, an indication to resume your leisurely stroll. 

"Yes, you're right." Luna stammers as she matches your pace, flustered at the notion of being called love.

"But," Luna suddenly speaks up, looking confused.

"A boy? I never said it was a boy." She speaks, tilting her head to the side questioningly.

"Oh well, I just assumed... I'm sorry, is it not..?"

"No, it’s quite alright!" Luna states softly, giggling to herself as she looks down at her hands, nervously playing with her painted fingers.

"It's not a boy.." She tenderly adds. Your heart clenches in your chest. A girl no less, she still wasn't you.

Luna glances at you, as if waiting for you to say something else. "I-Is that okay?" She finally questions, her breathing labored, wondering what you would say next.

"Merlin, yes, of course! No.. I'm glad it's a girl. I like one too actually. I'm sorry..."

Luna's eyes widened in surprise, a small smile forming on her pale lips.

"Really, you do? Who is it! Oh, please tell me!" Luna exclaims in her usual dreamy tone, laced with excitement.

You breathe deeply, mentally tracing Luna's features with a paint brush, like she was your muse. "Oh, she's... well she's beautiful really. She's like spring, warm and blossoming. When she smiles I am captivated by her radiance, like the sun will forever shine. And her eyes... Merlin her eyes are like the sea, soothing and calm yet wide and fierce. She's like a warm embrace. I don't know how I got so lucky to know her."

Luna listens intently, her heart fluttering in her chest and cheeks a pale rosy colour. Her eyes sparkling as she takes in your words.

"She sounds exquisite.." Luna compliments kindly.

"She is..." You trail off, gaze softened upon her freckled cheeks.

Her heart is beating so incredibly loud, she wonders if you could hear it.

"I’m sure she feels the same about you.." she reasons, continuing to fidget with her hands, longing for your approval. 

"I really hope she does. Colour me the luckiest girl in the world, if she loves me as I love her."

Feeling butterflies form in her stomach, Luna begins to feel queasy. Hearing you say such wonderful words about another girl gave her mixed emotions, she found it incredibly sweet, yet heartbreaking as you carried on, a small pang of jealousy in her gut. She didn't want to admit her pain, yet her face deceived her, and her bottom lip started to quiver, eyes glassy. You notice her spark faltering. Gracefully, you reach your hand to lightly touch her face, guiding her chin to your direction. 

"You're hopeless, you know," you tease. Luna's face contorts into a look of confusion. "Who else would I be referring to, if not you?"

Luna blinks slowly, her mind blank, and she quivers slightly.

"Me? The girl you like… is me?" She whispers, her brows furrowed. She was speechless, and lost in her own daydreams.

You breathily laugh, "Of course she's you, do you not see the way I long for you?".

You were both breathless, heads spinning dizzy. Luna felt as if she was dreaming, and suddenly she was afraid she would wake up. You however, could only hope it was a dream, worried that what you had spoken would ruin your friendship. 

"I just.. I can’t believe it is me who you desire.” 

"Well I do, my lovely" you state, brushing a wild curl behind her ear. "And what about you, who is it that you like?".

You felt as though you would explode, waiting for her response felt like an eternity. 

"You.." She finally admits.

She was shaking with nervousness, her eyes wide and full of anticipation. She wanted to say something else, but her mind had gone black. Luna couldn't help but think to herself, "was this real? Or perhaps it is a dream?" Your delicate touch and heavily beating heart reassured her that this was, in fact, reality. You step closer to her, connecting your bodies, sending a flourishing warmth within you. You stare lovingly into her eyes, losing focus of your surroundings. Her angelic hair and adorable dimples drew you in, igniting a confidence to tenderly graze her lips with your own. You both shut your eyes, and carefully you connected your lips with hers. The kiss is one of serenity, flooded by your shared feelings. You cradle her face in your hands before breaking the kiss, in need of air, but unrelenting in your hold; as though if you were to let go, this moment would slip away. Luna, too, pulled away, angling her neck to look at you with fondness, still holding you close. 

You both felt a redamancy within each other, a feeling which you would cherish.

I love luna, shes the best hp character!! I'm falling back down this fandom rabbit hole, so expect to see more fics!

credits to @cafekitsune for boarders

[thenightisland]

only a week late for @tragediegh

[edited slightly for length and clarity/context]

“The world is full of suffering. Why not alleviate some of it if you have the ability to do so? I’m under no illusions. I know it’s a drop in a very large bucket. And yet, it’s something. The world is neither changed nor saved by grand dramatic gestures done by famous heroes like in a storybook, Fitz. Here’s the reality of it: the world is changed and saved in bits and pieces, by utterly ordinary people.”

I don’t know why it surprised me, to hear a worldview like this from him. I suppose I was accustomed to famous people only being good in the most performative fashion, posturing at charity galas and the like, talking about financial donations to popular charities on Twitter in a way that verged on bragging. I wasn’t even sure I believed the world was worth saving, most days. But he did. He believed it completely. I wanted to tell him that anyone who thought this way was not, in fact, ordinary. But that sounded overly sentimental, the brandy talking for me.

After a very long silence, during which his gaze had fallen to his glass, I said, “I don’t think you're cut out for the celebrity lifestyle, Beloved.” I meant it as a compliment, and had no clue if it actually came off that way. He looked up at me through those gold lashes, his eyes a little glassy from the alcohol. A faint smile crept onto his face, but he made no reply. “But,” I started, “what if it doesn’t work? What if things can’t actually be saved or changed?”

His voice when he replied was little more than a whisper, earnestly tender. “I simply must believe that it can be. There is no other outcome I will accept.”

What must it be like, I thought, to be able to believe the world was good and kind?

“Maybe that’s what I should do with my money. Give it to someone else,” I said, leaning back into the couch’s pillows. “It would be more useful than what it’s doing now.”

“Do try to use a little of it for something you want, at least.”

“I don’t want anything.”

“You must want something. We must have some small joys in our lives.” I ran through a mental inventory. I only replaced things like clothes and technology and furniture when they fell apart, and only out of necessity then, rather than a particular desire for anything. I might be able to construe purchases of paints and brushes as a want, but it wasn’t necessarily something that I was excited about, just a matter of fact: to complete the painting, I need a new brush. I had no online wish lists, and I knew I was a nightmare to buy Christmas gifts for, as I had been told several times. I shook my head at him, gave him a little palms-up gesture of defeat, coming up empty. “It need not be something strictly material, you know. It could be experiences, like taking a trip with some friends.”

I made a sound halfway between a scoff and a laugh. “Who would I travel with?” I asked. It sounded better than What friends?

Beloved looked at me with a hint of genuine concern. “You know it’s not necessarily a good thing, to want nothing, right? There’s a difference between being satisfied with one’s life and having no desires.” I didn’t know what to say to that, so I said nothing. When I stayed quiet, he took a drink and nodded decisively. “Well, now I’m determined, that at some point during my time in New York, we will figure out at least one thing you want. Consider it a goal of mine. I simply can’t abide someone wanting nothing.” I laughed at him, even though I was sure he was serious. But he said it with the conviction perfected by those who have had enough to drink that reality matters slightly less.

Still, I stared at the way one of the loose bits of hair brushed his cheek, and turned the word want over in my head like it was a puzzle and he knew the answer, but would not, or could not, reveal it to me.

[inmensapotentia]

🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ Shinji's got the keyboard, and he wants one spicy one for everyone!!!

Why you do dis to meeee? So rude. Anyway, long AF so under cut:

Aiko Jaegerjaquez - Soft touches to her ears, especially the black one, make her melt. But if she doesn't know you it may get you rather painfully bitten too.

Aizen Sosuke - Challenge him. Doesn't matter if you could actually beat him. Just show him you won't just roll over and that you're invested in what's happening too.

Coyote Starrk - Hurt him. Just a little. He spends so much time trying to keep his reiatsu to himself and to ignore the world around him, that anything that grounds him is important. A bite, nails digging in, anything sharp enough it can't be ignored.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez - Pay close attention. He can, especially in public, be extremely subtle about his affections. Don't expect grand gestures. You'll get slow blinks, he might occasionally brush you with a shoulder, he'll smile more when picking on you. Though his comments may say more about him than anyone else.

Hisagi Shuuhei - While he will never actually complain about it with a partner, foreplay is incredibly important. Its the little touches that can't go anywhere further. Not yet. The anticipation building until everything feels oh so intense. Works well to get him to finally break and admit to his feelings.

Hitsugaya Toshiro - His neck is excessively sensitive. Everyone assumes he struggles with being cold, he's heard whispers of people blaming Hyorinmaru for it. However, he covers his neck because even a breeze can send a shiver down his spine. But a hot breath will make him fall apart.

Hyorinmaru - Due to the fact he always runs cool, at least compared to humans, warm touch of almost any kind gets to him. Especially skin to skin contact tends to be a big distraction for him.

Iba Tetsuzaemon - Be tender with him. Don't baby him, but don't make him always be strong. A gentle hand on the cheek, a tender kiss pressed anywhere, play with his hair. Just make him feel loved as he so very seldom does.

Ichimaru Gin - His playfulness never stops. If you can't take teasing comments and playful grins and even the occasional laugh, you'll never last in his bed.

Ise Nanao - While most would assume the sharp way she speaks would continue into the bedroom and she'd be a domme, Nanao is actually very soft in the bedroom. She is shy about sharing her body, but will still ask for what she wants. She's just more likely to request rather than demand it.

Ishida Ryuuken - While he doesn't speak of it, only because he sees no reason for anyone to be that involved in his business, Ryuuken has paid for sex before. To him there's nothing shameful about it; it was a need that he took care of with someone who was willing and on the same page as him about the purpose of the meeting. Dating requires time and effort that the doctor honestly doesn't see worthwhile generally, so a call girl is easier in his opinion.

Ishida Uryuu - Not something he's good at talking about, but Uryuu favors just a bit of pain in his pleasure. Just something to make it all feel real to him, a way to ground himself in the here and now and make his mind shut up. For a couple moments.

Kira Izuru - Touching his right arm, at all, sends at least hints of arousal through him. Aiko verified that his arm formed via his hollow hole rupturing. Which means that all touches to his arm, or really anywhere that his skin is black, sends sharp sensations through him. This is why he wears a sleeve made out of heavy white material on that arm at all times to help buffer the effect of people touching him.

Komamura Sajin - Its not something he would ever voice, because he would never want a potential partner to feel like they had to do anything, but Sajin can't see himself being able to be romantically, let alone sexually, involved with someone who can't at least offer platonic type touch (i.e. touches, maybe a kiss to the cheek, or a night cuddling watching tv) to his anthropomorphic form. If he cannot be himself, he cannot let someone close.

Kotetsu Isane - She doesn't mean to be, but she is loud when with a partner. While she wouldn't call herself necessarily a screamer, she's not exactly that far from it either.

Kuchiki Byakuya - He has always been attracted to a person over just their gender, but knew that producing an heir was/is expected of him and has thus kept his interest in men to himself. As a noble, especially of the Kuchiki Clan, he knew it would just cause issues. His father's betrayal of the clan ensured that.

Kuchiki Rukia - She doesn't have a high sex drive, but when something does trigger it, she almost can't think of anything else until she gets at least that first O.

Kurosaki Isshin - He hasn't really dated since Masaki's death, afraid to see what more heartbreak could cause in his children, but he does occasionally go out. Usually when all the kids are away for the night so he can hit up Inferno or whatever dive bar he finds just to enjoy the physical side of the release.

Kyoraku Shunsui - He is a pleasure dom. His only goal in the bedroom is to pleasure his partner(s) until they can't take anymore. If he gets some too, great. If not, he's happy enough just being able to take care of his partner(s).

Matsumoto Rangiku - She doesn't intend to leave marks on her partners, but sometimes the pleasure builds enough that she can't help but to claw at her partners, wanting them closer, lost in her pleasure.

Sado Yasutora - Making the first move is definitely not his strong suit. Which also means that as of yet, at almost 19, Sado is still a virgin because he's been too shy to say anything about those who caught his interest. Especially because he will always put the friendships he has above what might be.

Senbonzakura - He finds that his interest in women is sweet and petite women, ones who can be spoiled as princesses. His interest in men tends towards those with heavier muscling, those who are clearly strong. He's not sure how much of that is his Shinigami's fault.

Sode no Shirayuki - The idea of sex interests her, but Sode no Shirayuki isn't really sure how she feels about it in reality. It sounds complicated. Besides that, it seems to require more than just one's self and that's a lot more closeness than she's quite ready to share with anyone besides perhaps her Master.

Sui-Feng - It takes a lot of trust, but if you can get to that point with her, bondage (mainly Shibari) is a big thing for her. Even if she knows she can Shunko out of almost any binding anyone used on her. She's just unable to relax and enjoy being tied without trust.

Ukitake Juushiro - Out of habit, a millennia will do that to a person, Juushiro tends towards slow and gentle, more like tantric sex. For so long it was the only safe option.

Unohana Retsu - She enjoys some roughness in the bedroom, but still has to be careful how far it goes as the sight of blood can still ignite her bloodlust. Which she tries to leave outside the bedroom.

Zaraki Kenpachi - He does sometimes take a hand to himself, but he finds it more of an annoyance than something he really enjoys. Its like an itch that you haven't been able to reach all day and you finally scratch it against a tree and finally it stops poking at your attention every time you're not focused elsewhere.

[clarafell]

@shibemuses has traveled back in time.          —         ★

Time seemed to slow down as soon as the shorter girl reached out to grab both of her hands. It happens so quickly that Homura had no time to step away. She stiffens up in an instant, not expecting someone to be so... affectionate. So forward.

Homura stood very, very still. Her heart flutters, though she cannot tell if it's anxiety or something else. She stares down at the soft hands. They were pleasantly warm and so very soft, more soft than her uncalloused hands. She has always had a very cold touch to her body, especially her long and pale hands.

One of the nurses here, her only visitors when she wasn't met with doctors, compared her pale complexion to a flower known as the Diphylleia grayi. The more common name for this flower is the skeleton flower, though the flower-loving nurse was kind enough to not mention that part. It didn't matter, though. Homura already knew what that flower was since she owned a book on flowers. The outside world is often closed off to her since she was always stuck in the hospital, so much so that she can count the times she went outside on her hands.

Being so sheltered and restricted, books were her way of coping with pretty much everything in her life. It kept her mind from straying back to darker places, comforting her when she couldn't bring herself to speak up. She wasn't picky on what books to read, though she always had a preference for literature and poetry. She even explored mythology and history, two subjects she enjoyed quite well. She did, however, also enjoy to collect informative books. To learn about nature is something that speaks to her soul, so books would have to do.

The skeleton flower earns its name because the plain white petals, unassuming and plain, would turn clear as soon as the petals are met with liquid. It gives the impression that the flower has a skeleton, hence the name. Skeletons flowers are found in the northern part of central Japan, though Homura has never gotten the chance to see the flower in person. From what she has read, the symbolism of the skeleton flower is to be the delicate balance between life and death. The skeleton flower is often associated with purity, but there is also the impermanence of the flower to consider.

How fitting for someone like her. She wasn't meant for this world, barely hanging onto the life she has. The doctors said she's good to be discharged, but Homura knew the cycle. She would be back in the hospital. She wasn't sure when or where, but she knows she will not make it long. Something bad is bound to happen, she knows it...

She doubts the nurse meant any harm in her comment, most likely seeing it as a compliment. Homura, however, often read too much into things. For something about her to be compared to a flower had to be one of the nicest things she has heard in a long time, even though her gloomy mind is already spinning such a compliment into something negative. No one said anything nice to her back in Tokyo when she was attending her private Catholic school. She couldn't blame them for their lack of interest, but she always did wonder what she did to invoke their cruelty.

No one has ever wanted to touch her back in Tokyo. She looked more ghostly than girl, according to the students. Her lack of speaking only enhanced the rumors. She begun braiding her hair religiously in order to try to stop the spreading rumors about her actually being Sadako, but not even that stopped them from whispering. It was either cut her hair or braid it, but she couldn't bring herself to cut her hair. Even though she never liked herself, the thought of her in short hair was something she hated even more.

To be touched by someone is... strange. On one hand, she instantly wanted to pull away. On the other hand, she wants to bask in this tender moment. She couldn't remember having anyone hold her hands like that, certainly no one that has squeezed her hands with so much support. Torn up on what to do, Homura lingers in her spot.

❝ In... In a dream? ❞ Homura echoes back, confused. She looks back up, trying to see if she can detect a lie. She looks back down, feeling a frown beginning to form. This had to be some kind of prank, perhaps some kind of bizarre performance.

❝ You... I'm sorry, but you must be mistaking me for someone else. ❞ Unable to tell if this was a lie or a joke, Homura wretches her hands out of the girl's warm grasp. It pained her a little bit, but she had to do it. They were receiving a couple of stares, not too many, but it was too much for her to take. She also didn't typically enjoy being touched by strangers.

Homura planned to quickly excuse herself until she heard her own name being uttered. Though she was growing even more uncomfortable, she did have to admit that she really enjoyed hearing her name from the girl's lips. Part of her, something deep inside, longs to hear her name all over again. Such a pleasant, heavenly voice delicately saying her name. The way this girl, Madoka, spoke was almost as if her name is the thing she treasured more than—

Focus, Homura. She inhaled sharply, not prepared to be known by someone. Even if she spoke the truth about the nurse, Homura refused to completely let down her guard. The strange dream comment still rattled her nerves. It was beginning to feel more and more like a prank. She didn't know how Mitakihara students treated such late transfer students, but she wasn't expecting someone to come all the way to the hospital to prank her.

❝ Yes, that's my name... ❞ Homura frowns as she answers the question, wishing she could read Madoka's mind in this moment to discover the truth. Prank or no prank, it was so strange for someone to come here to introduce herself. She wasn't sure how to feel about it, but she thinks she didn't like this situation.

It wasn't Madoka's complete fault, though. She was never really the socializing type, so anything out of her comfort zone instantly made her flee. Surprises were never her thing, so all of this didn't sit well with her. Taking an even deeper breath, she tries to cut this conversation off before it became too much. She takes a small step back, hands still drawn close to her chest.

❝ It's, um, nice to meet you... ❞ She isn't sure if she was being sincere or not, but her politeness kicks in. ❝ But I really have to get going. I'm supposed to be going straight home. ❞ It wasn't like anyone is waiting for her at her home, though.

But Madoka didn't need to know about that part. She is still telling the truth, though. She has nothing else better to do than go straight home. All she did was phrase it a bit differently to imply that she had a loving family waiting for her to come back home. No one is waiting for her to come home, though.

[radio-charlie]

When Bucky began to regain his memories, it took time - an amount of time surprising even to him - before feelings rose to meet them. It actually worried him a little, that he couldn’t feel about them the way he thought he was meant to feel. Then again, the memories weren’t coming back whole. He may not have been able to hold the full picture in his mind’s eye, but there was an outline. The frame of a jigsaw puzzle with irregularly cut pieces. Some big, some small. Some neatly square, others craggy and set at an angle. And where a bunch had arranged themselves around a piece-shaped void, the whole puzzle waiting for its straggler, he knew only to stare at the void. And he felt more towards this void than anything around it.

The treatment in Wakanda was beyond what even the brainy types on the team could imagine. Bucky really didn’t want another round of being strapped into a machine. He told Steve this with a vehemence unusual for him in those days. Still hadn’t sunk in that he could start saying no. But there weren’t any visible contraptions this time. Only a few gentle personnel to explain the process in a tasteful office, telling him what he needed to do: rest, work, and play as you like, go about life like you would normally. Everything that needs to happen will happen from a distance.

One day, he was chopping some vegetables. The locals found it amusing in the extreme. This oddball taciturn stranger from faraway with only one arm, intent on using it to herd cattle and help village grandmothers prepare ingredients for their stew. But Bucky didn’t want to do anything else. It wasn’t a matter of giving up, or settling for less. It felt good, he liked feeling good. Didn’t have to be more complicated than that.

He shoved his cleaver deeper into the core of a fresh cabbage, pried it apart into two halves. The smell hit him and something odd shifted into place. Cabbage smell - sweet, vegetal, pleasantly farty - (who was it? there was someone, always making fun of him for liking farty foods) - (what is this? why does it feel important? why does it make him feel something he has not felt in a long time) - (surely he's chopped cabbages before. what’s so amazing about this one?) -

(and a face)

(the face)

There is a face now. It’s an older lady, she has her hair tied back into a short messy ponytail, her face is red and sweaty with exertion. Despite the tiredness, she’s smiling so much it’s as though she can’t sit still waiting for something to happen. In front of her, on a little white table, is a bowl of food. Bucky has to hold himself back from straining to see it clearer in his mind’s eye. Something great and terrible and warm, like a fountain of blood freshly shed from an open wound, is welling up behind the walls of his chest. He’s almost afraid now, of this stupid little bowl of whatsit, the look of it so nondescript and benign. He puts down his cleaver and hunches over his cabbage halves -

and then there it is too, along with the smiling woman’s face. On the table, a little steaming bowl of chicken and cabbage soup. Nothing fancy at all, just some chopped cabbage slowly boiled with chicken meat and skin until everything’s tender and the broth is schmaltzy and sweet. Its steam wafts upward lazily in the half-light of the memory. Bucky feels like he can almost smell it. That too makes him afraid.

“Well isn’t it your lucky day today, darling! I know we’ve had to tighten our belts for awhile now what with times being so tough, but I could never pass up the chance to give you a treat. Thank goodness we have such generous neighbors!”

It’s hard to make out the woman’s voice exactly. Bucky, even now, couldn’t describe it to you even if he tried. But the voice spoke soundlessly, the echo of an echo from faraway, light from a dying star that had only just reached the Earth. And when it reached him, he knew he would have named the source instantly, no matter where and when he was.

The night of that day, once Bucky had returned to his thatched hut, he washed himself and his clothes, put on something fresh and loose. Then, he walked out in the tall grass behind his home, all the way to that one big rock he liked to sit on while watching over the village herd. He climbed onto it, sat down, and looked up at the stars. He watched them until they faded from view and the morning came.

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #156

What are three of your favorite things to photograph? Details in nature, animals, and I REALLY wish I could shoot more vast, impressive landscapes. I also had an incredible amount of fun the one time I shot boudoir for my then-best friend, it was so fucking fun and amazing to help her feel attractive and beautiful in her body, especially as a more plus-sized woman. She loved them and it was the most fun shoot I've ever done.

In your opinion, what are three of the most relatable songs ever? Uh, jeez, idk. Too much to pick from, lol.

When was the last time you took a selfie you thought you looked beautiful in? By pure coincidence, it was somewhat semi-recently; I almost never, EVER take selfies, and even less often do I think I look okay in them, but I took two I thought looked pretty good like, a month or two ago?

Do you play many online games? No; the only one I ever play is World of Warcraft, but I've been barely playing it at all for a while now; I seem to go through phases of logging on more often and then not at all.

Have you ever forged a note for something at school? No.

Do you know anyone who's been adopted? I have at least one old friend that I know was adopted.

Have you ever broken a rib? No, that sounds so fucking miserable.

Where did you last bleed from? My bottom right gum area because I had a tooth extracted. I am so glad I'm no longer tasting solely blood, ugh yesterday was ROUGH. Doing it aaaall over again in a month...

When I go to a new restaurant and have no idea what to order I… I go for a sort of food that I generally always like, like chicken tenders and fries.

If you knew me well, you’d gift me… Money for a tattoo lmao

Does anyone else know who your first crush was besides you? The Internet haha bc I've identified him in past surveys asking about first crushes, but I don't think anyone who might know both of us knows.

Do you feel shy around someone when you are first getting to know them? Oh absolutely, I am extremely, excruciatingly shy.

Have you ever fallen asleep in class? No.

Have you ever been afraid of the world ending? No, I don't at all believe that's predictable.

What is unfair about your life? Mental illness. It's not like I make a conscious decision to become abysmally depressed or so anxious I can barely function.

[TW: SELF-HARM] Have you ever self-harmed? Yes, primarily in high school. It's not something I've done in a long time, all it ever did was make me hate myself more than I already did.

Have you ever shoplifted? Nah.

Do you know who your father is? Yeah, thankfully he's been in my life since I was born.

Have you ever had an emergency surgery? No. When I had my cyst I went into the hospital wanting that because of how much pain I was in, but instead they cut and drained the cyst, but oh boy was I conscious and SCREAMING, there is no fucking way in hell they numbed me enough for that procedure, even morphine wasn't calming me down at all.

Do you think you are fat? I factually am, it's not unknown to me.

Have you ever dated a guy after your friend did? No.

Is your mom your best friend? I would definitely consider her such, after Girt. The amount of shit this woman has done for me is unreal.

Do you find any of your friends hot? Yeah, mostly female friends I have, but it's in a platonic sort of way.

Can you go to an actual beach in the state you live in? Yeah, go east and you're hitting the Atlantic. People tend to prefer South Carolina for their beaches, though, but they're of course still crowded here too.

What animals have you ridden? Just like, horses and ponies at fair-like things.

Ever been brought home by the cops? No.

Describe your natural hair? It's brown and extremely thick, healthy too. It will sometimes get lighter highlights in hotter months if I see the sun enough.

What's a pet peeve you have about guys? This does NOT apply to every guy, at all, but in general I don't think it's debatable that they're generally more sex-driven than women, and that often leads to problems.

If you could change something(s) about your outer appearance, it would be: I'd be a healthy weight.

Are you against animal testing? I am VEHEMENTLY against animal testing, the fact that it's still practiced is barbaric to me. We're "alpha species" my fuckin' ass, by using other forms of life as goddamn guinea pigs, we're nothing but animals.

Where do you wish to live as an adult? Well, I am an adult, but in terms of where I settle down when independent, I'm not certain, but in complete realism it's probably going to still be in this general area, despite how badly I want to move to the mountains of western NC; it's just a very long drive from where we're at, and it's important to me and Girt that we keep touch with our families. I don't want it to be a massive, lengthy drive to see our loved ones.

Where is your favourite place to get fries? Bojangle's or McDonald's, depending on my mood. Bojangle's fries are a fuckin' delicacy if you're in the mood for something really seasoned, but a lot of the time, really just classic McD's fries are great.

Do you know anyone who was raised by their grandparents? Uhhhh I don't THINK so.

Are there any waterfalls nearby? No big, even remotely impressive ones, no. The best you get around here are dams, but those aren't like, real, natural waterfalls at all.

Do you prefer coffee or tea? I hate both; I've never had any of either that I liked. I THINK I'm most likely to discover a sort of coffee product I like though, there's such a serious variety. I think with enough sweetness to it I'd be fine. The taste of tea has always made me cringe with how much I dislike it, which is basically an alien reaction here in the south, where "we" are fucking insane over sweet tea, lol.

Have you taken a painkiller today? Yeah, I'm not rawdogging getting a fuckin' tooth yeeted out lmao

Have you had a nap today? No, but I went to bed very early last night, and though it took a long time to fall asleep, I definitely got some good hours after yesterday.

Who cooks most of the meals in your household? My mom. I never cook-cook, I'll just use the microwave or air fryer if I want to make something myself.

Do you have gluten intolerance or know anyone who does? I don't, but I know Sara was open about having it, though I don't "know" her anymore. I know at least one cousin and her mother also have it.

Your favorite store as a teen? Hot Topic.

You get 2 pizza toppings, what are they? Pepperoni and sausage, ig.

Ever dipped your pizza in ranch? I feel like I've tried this before? I don't remember what I thought, though.

Ever order a lobster for yourself at a restaurant? No; I hate crab and have heard lobster is similar, so I'm not interested in trying it.

Have you had Apple Jacks cereal? Yeah, that's a fave.

Most famous person from your town/state? lol I googled it and apparently Michael Jordan is from NC, I think that's a name most people in at least the USA know. There's a few other big names.

Does your best friend wear glasses? Yeah, he and I are both blind as shit without our glasses, haha.

Who is closest to you in your family? My mom.

Have you listened to a Britney Spears song today? No, but I do like her well enough. Every now and again I'll listen to a couple classic songs by her.

Do you have a pet turtle? Nah, turtles as pets have never interested me much. They're great animals, just not for me as a pet.

French fries or onion rings? Fries, for sure. I don't really like onion rings.

Have you ever had a storage locker? If so, what is/was stored in it? No.

Do you have a gas, electric or induction cooktop? Uh... I've never used the stove since living here lol, but I'm quite sure it's electric.

Are you interested in plants? Oh for sure, at least as an observer and not a caretaker; I enjoy looking at them, lightly learning about the ones I'm very attracted to, and I mostly take photos of some sort of plant, be it a flower, tree, or whatever, so I value them a lot. There's a pretty big part of me that wants to start taking care of indoor plants, especially for my room remodel, but I just have an honest feeling I won't stick to it so I don't wanna take in a plant and kill it.

How far away is the nearest capital city? Raleigh is about an hour away from us by car.

What was the last movie trailer you watched? The Five Nights at Freddy's one, god I lost my shit when it was IMMEDIATELY pointed out just how fuckin stoned the animatronics look, omg please fix it 😭😭😭 I do plan on seeing it though, I really don't understand the franchise's lore very well, but it's a fun series.

Are you expecting anything in the mail? No. Well I mean Mom said she's ordering some final plugs for my earlobes at some point, but it's been a while. I'm just glad the gauges aren't falling out all the time now that they're healed better, I think.

Do you hate cars with loud exhausts? Yes, it's annoying.

What's the altitude of your town or city? I feel weird giving exact numbers, but it ranges from quite below 100ft to not even 200ft.

Do you like movies with vampires in them? Vampires are cool, but I'm not gonna automatically be more drawn to a film just because it has one.

If you have a pet, what is its favourite treat? If you don't have a pet, what's one of your favourite treats? :) GOD Cookie is a spoiled brat when it comes to food; if you have any, she wants to try it, and it's gotten bad because Mom has trouble telling her no unless the food just straight-up isn't okay for dogs. I'm not certain what her favorite ever is, however I do know she's crazy for fries; Mom can't ever have fries from anywhere without sharing some with her. Roman's not big on treats, and he's also VERY weird with being offered food that's not in his bowl, like he doesn't know if he's supposed to eat it and will generally just sniff his a treat given to him to where he pushes it across the floor, like you cannot watch this cat examine a treat without laughing, it's so strange. He even comes to Mom when she gets a treat out for Cookie, like he wants one, and then acts like he never learned how to fuckin eat lmao. Venus has only ever been fed originally f/t mice and now f/t rats; I'd like to let her try a pre-killed chick one day because variety IS good for them and certainly stimulating for them, but it's not something I'm going to go out of my way to buy; ball pythons are notoriously picky and she's been on a major hunger strike before, so I don't want to buy food she's not going to eat. It's one of those things I'd just offer her if the opportunity presented itself.

Do you remember the first house you lived in? No; we moved into what I fully consider my "real" childhood home when I was literally just a baby, I have zero memories of the house I was born into.

When was the last time you threw up, and do you know why? Maybe close to a month ago and we're not going into why lol

Who was the last person you said "I love you" to? My mom, before she left to clean the church she volunteers at.

Have you ever worn a tiara? Haha yeah, I'm sure I did in my childhood at some point, and I remember on one of my teenage birthdays, I wanna say my 17th, my then-best friend Summer got a tiara with my age on it and made me wear it out to dinner, lol. I'm sure I still have it, probably in my treasure box.

If you plan to have kids, what will you tell them about Santa Clause? IF I have kids I'm most likely going to keep the tradition going, like it's just fun and exciting for kids; you're doing no real psychological harm with something like that, it's innocent and I've never seen a kid NOT excited about Santa.

Do you think that pet stores are cruel for keeping animals in small cages? lol oh hunny, there are problems even bigger than tiny cages going on in chain pet stores. Yes, it's cruel. I fucking hate places like PetSmart or Petco, where it's about just pulling money in, corporate doesn't give a microscopic shit about the quality of life of its animals while there.

If you have ever been employed, have you ever been attracted to your boss? What about a co-worker? No.

Do [would] you avoid kissing your [possibly hypothetical] significant other when you or they are ill? Yes, at least on the lips. I'm the one that's dumb about it, if you're sick *I* don't mind simple kisses, however I shouldn't be that way; for right now though, since we don't live together, we don't really deal with this, if one of us is sick we tend to stay apart for both of our benefits.

Does it annoy you when people make their default of them kissing someone? No, why the hell should it????? People are allowed to love each other and be happy about it???????

If ambidextrous, do you prefer writing with your right or left hand? I'm not ambidextrous; I only write with my right hand.

Do you enjoy trolling? No, it's not something I get pleasure out of or anything, I've got better shit to do. And when *I*, an extremely non-busy person, says that, it means shit REALLY is not important.

Have you ever had a close encounter with a shark? Not knowingly, but it's possible. I'm going into their home when I decide to swim in the ocean, so.

What is a song you heard long before it became popular and everyone liked it? I can't think of a song, just a band: Train. I grew up hearing them because my mom's a fan, so I also became one as a kid, then "Hey Soul Sister" came out and they were big with other hits following. I have no idea how big they are now, but I still like them. "If It's Love" is even one of my top picks for a wedding song, lol.

What do you think of excessively long names? What about their shortenings? No opinion, I really just don't like making anyone feel bad about their name. Plenty of longer names are beautiful.

Can you learn the lyrics of a song by ear, or do you have to search them up? Both, but I almost always need to see the lyrics first; my auditory processing disorder makes me really bad at figuring out lyrics, ESPECIALLY for things like death metal and stuff (hell I think most people struggle with that one), I've got no fuckin' clue what you're saying. This happens regularly even with songs where the lyrics of performed quite clearly.

Do you like the name Amy? It's not high on my list of favorites or anything at all, but I think I like the name because I always associate it with Markiplier's literal gem of a girlfriend haha.

Have you ever got an x-ray? How about a brain scan? Multiple x-rays, and I got I think a CT scan when I got a concussion; it was that or an MRI, don't recall. I know CT scans are shorter though, and mine WAS very brief if I remember right, but I mean I was concussed, I don't remember things that well with a bruised brain lol.

[willowbird]

Yes hello hi yes ADORABLE.

Also, as I was smiling about this I was like "who else have I never considered wearing glasses?"

And uh, embarrassingly, Neil! I never paused to think about NEIL in glasses!! He is a MC, he is THE MC and I forgot to think about him in glasses? Me? A glasses-dependent person since the tender age of 8? Forget to imagine a fave who is also a MC in glasses? For shame.

But just. Think about it.

Neil, starting to get headaches and squinting at shit.

Andrew, thwarpping him upside the back of the head like 'you need glasses idiot's.

Neil, scowling and vehemently denying it.

Andrew, getting fed up and just driving his ass to the eye doctor.

Neil, getting glasses then transferring his Phone Aversion to them *immediately*. He never takes care of them, never wears them, leaves them all over the place and all of the Foxes are in various states of amusement about it. But they all also work together to constantly get them back to him and remind him to wear them.

And then one day someone is like 'what's the big deal, why don't you just wear them?'

Idk who, maybe Dan or Nicky? Because this time instead of brushing it off, Neil snaps back a bit - because he has a massive headache and was having trouble reading the whiteboard in class today and it was important shit. And he goes "Because I just can't, alright!? I can't need glasses!"

And actually, I think it should be Dan. This is a Big Sister moment. Dan hones in on that and is like: "You can't?"

"No. I can't. Glasses are a fucking liability. Once you start relying on them, you need them. And then if they break you need new ones."

"Neil, you used to wear those color contacts all the time. What's the difference with wearing something that actually helps your vision?"

"I didn't need a prescription for those, didn't need to see a doctor. They were a tool, not a necessity. There's a difference."

And Dan, realizing what this is all about, sits down and takes Neil's hand. "Neil. You're safe now. You can need things without worrying that it's going to be used against you."

Neil just sits there for a moment in stunned fucking silence because look - Neil is 100% capable of introspection. His toxic trait is that he willfully ignores that capability at every opportunity, whistling inconspicuously as he dodges around his own issues with the desperation of a surfer with a leg wound attempting to maneuver around a pack of sharks.

Dan knows this about him and cuts him off before he can finish the instant protest of "It's not--"

"Yeah, it is. Look, Neil. I know you went through some seriously fucked up shit." She gestures to his face because, well, yes. "And whatever mindframe you had to adapt to survive is what it is - but you aren't there anymore. You don't have to 'just survive' anymore. You don't have to violently shun anything that might have made your already really difficult life more challenging while you were on the run. Because you aren't running anymore. You're not. Right?"

Insert meaningful eye contact here, at least until Neil let's that sink in and he looks away first. He doesn't let go of Dan's hand though. Instead, he squeezes it tight.

"Right," he says haltingly. "Right." A deep breath, a rough sound that might have at one point been the flavor of something that could have morphed into a laugh. "When I was eleven, the school she had me in was doing eye exams for all the kids in my grade. They sent home a form for her to fill out. She had us in a different province the very next day with brand new identities. Changed my name to Stefan, cut my hair so short I was almost bald." Another dry sound, devoid of anything close to humor except maybe a dose of irony. "She never did that again, by the way. Apparently I look too much like my father when she can see my whole face."

He shakes his head, and Dan is fucking holding her breath because.. Neil doesn't talk about this? He doesn't talk about his life on the run, especially not the early years. He doesn't talk about his mom.

"I asked her why it was such a big deal, you know. I was annoyed, and a stupid bratty kid. I didn't want to move again. We'd finally gotten away from my dad, I didn't get it yet - that we'd never be safe. I still somehow thought that by getting away we were starting over. God I was stupid."

Dan has to bite back a protest - that he wasn't stupid, he was a fucking CHILD. A little boy who still had hope, who wanted a life.

Neil either doesn't notice her struggle or knows that addressing it will derail his story so he just keeps going:

"I challenged her. I shouldn't have, but I was a stupid kid and I've always had trouble keeping my mouth shut."

Well, that much was true, but still.

Neil sighs, looking down at his hands now, at the one Dan is still holding. Then, like he can't look at the tangible evidence of comfort and keep going, he looks up at the ceiling instead as he says, "We had to delay my starting at a new school for about two weeks, until the bruises healed enough that I wouldn't draw attention. She was usually better than that you know? She didn't leave bruises, or didn't leave them where other people could see. It was counterproductive to the lesson I needed to learn. But this time I had scared her so badly that she lost it a little."

Dan had Opinions on that shit. And this time she can't hold it back. "Neil. Neil. That's not okay. She shouldn't have--"

But Neil is already shaking his head and interrupts. "No, I wouldn't have gotten it if she hadn't beaten it into me. I know myself. And I didn't understand yet how serious it was."

"No." Dan squeezes his hand, takes the other one too and holds on until he looks at her. "Neil, no. She... fuck. She conditioned you to think that, Neil." She cuts him off as he tries to protest with another "No." A deep breath, then she continues, holding his gaze, making sure he listens - because yeah, Neil is stubborn and can have a one-track mind but he ISN'T stupid.

"No, Neil. What were you going to do? Make an appointment for the eye doctor yourself at eleven years old? Get a prescription, pay for it, then insert it into every alias she made for you without her knowing? I'm not arguing that it was a risk or that she was wrong to not let you get glasses as a kid, I have no clue if that would have done anything - but that wasn't a lesson she needed to beat into you. Her not letting you get glasses might have kept you alive as a kid, I don't know. Her beating the shit out of you about it? That had nothing to do with it."

Neil's eyes are a little bit too wide for just a moment before he locks himself away behind whatever wall he needs to process that, and Dan let's him. She's not a therapist, she just loves him.

But when she tugs him closer he doesn't resist, and when she puts her arms around him he hides his face against her neck, and when she strokes his fingers through his hair she swears she can feel him tremble. And she thinks that maybe he isn't ready to admit it, but that doesn't mean he isn't listening.

The next day, Neil shows up to their standing lunch date before their separate 1pm classes, and he's wearing his glasses.

Yes yes we've all thought about Andrew in glasses at some point but please consider

Matt in glasses

[maletf32]

Perfect Cut

It had been a while since you had gotten a haircut. Looking in the mirror, you couldn’t believe how long it was getting! Your thick and dense hair was sticking out in almost every direction. You had to admit it.. you needed a haircut.

Luckily, you remember a new one had been built just down the street from you. You’ve never really had a barber you’ve stuck with, guess you’re just picky with how you hair looks! This new place looked promising though, and it wouldn’t hurt to try it once.

You walk in, the place seemingly empty as you suppose it just opened. There was only one barber there.

“Hey there handsome!” the barber says. “What can I do for you?”

“Just a trim please, you say. He gestures to the seat in front of him. You sit down, and he drapes the cloth over you, hand brushing against your side.

“You’ve got a lot of hair boy! Don’t worry, I’ll have you looking much more clean cut in no time!”

He starts to cut your hair, it falling down around you onto the floor. It felt nice, the admittedly sexy older guy. His hands were almost caressing your head as he slowly trimmed down your hair to a more suitable length.

You look in the mirror, watching the barber work away at your hair. He was clearly focused, making sure that you walked away with the perfect cut. You close your eyes, letting him do his magic. 

Suddenly you feel a wetness on your head, as cool misted water is sprayed all over your head. He starts massaging your head, applying some shampoo. You can smell the sweet yet masculine scent as it permeates your skull.

“Enjoying that? I know it’s your favorite!” the barber chuckles.

Your.. favorite? Hadn’t you just met this guy? Maybe you had actually been here before but just forgot. Also he was right, this was your favorite shampoo.

“Now onto the beard huh hun? We gotta keep it looking nice!”

Before you could say you didn’t have a beard, he was already trimming it. Small black and grey hairs getting cut as he sculpts your face. Soon you are left with a nice salt and pepper beard adorning your face. Before you could protest, say something was wrong, he turns on a razor. The hum getting closer, somehow drowning out any thoughts you were having.

“Just one last thing we gotta do; give you a nice shaven head I know my husband loves!”

He brings the razor to your head, gently shaving of the last strands of your hair. As they fall, you head gets emptier and emptier, unable to think of much but the here and now.

As your brain drains, someone else fills it up. Whispers of love, tenderness, and masculinity. Of how much of a great devoted husband you were, married for thirty years now. Of how much he loved your body, how big, hairy and muscular you were. How we loved to maintain your hair, perfect beard and dome just the way you both liked it.

“Think I’m all done!” your husband says, bringing you out of your reverie. “Why don’t you take a look at yourself.”

He turns you to a mirror, and for a second you don’t recognize the hirsute man in the reflection.

Bald, fat, hairy, old. But it only takes a second for you to realize it is you; a proper man just like your husband. You rubbed your hand across you head, the chest and belly, resting in finally at your crotch. It felt like the first time you’ve ever felt this body, but you knew that wasn’t true.

“So how’d I do?” Richard laughs, giving you a kiss on the cheek, making your two beards bristle against one another.

“Perfect!” you say with a grin. You’ve been together so long, he always knows how to style his man.

“Seems like you still need some.. help?” Richard says, glancing down. You hadn’t even realized it, but all that touching, whispering, and kissing has got you hard as a rock, your fat cock pushing up against your belly.

You grin, following him to the back room to have some fun before more customers came in. There was another thing he knew how to do; please his man. You shut the door as your husband strips for you, soon both of you are on top of each other like you’d been apart for ages. Both your fat dicks pushing against the other’s, beards meshing as you make out.

It didn’t take long till he was ramming your fat ass, deep moans echoing throughout the office, until suddenly he cums deep in you, you yourself splattering onto your hairy belly.

You get dressed, ready to go back and keep the house in order while your husband makes all the money at his barber shop. 

“See you back at home babe.” you say, giving him a quick peck, leaving though the back entrance. 

God you had a perfect husband; you wouldn’t have anyone else.

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i loved your duncan vizla x reader fics will you do one or at least a headcanon??????

Hi there, anon! Duncan Vizla is one of those characters that deserves more love and far more content. I can't say at this time that I'll be doing anymore fics for him, but I can do some generalized headcanons! As always, NS/FW under the cut!

Duncan Vizla is a man of very few words. You're more likely to get a nod or grunt from the old man in response to whatever you ask or say than a real reply.

Not unless he is being a smartass, then you'll get a response that is pure eyeroll worthy.

Now to be fair, this man can dirty talk you into anything, but the most you'll get are hushed, growled with chest rumbling words spoken close enough to make you shiver. This man just L O V E S watching you shake for him.

Cooking, this man can cook but usually for himself. You'll have to be prepared to teach this man that if you're under his roof, or you're visiting him constantly at his cabin, he'll need to learn how to cook for more people and go beyond just simple eggs and bacon.

But you do cherish anything he makes. It's an effort and that's what you value from him.

Now on the topic of his work- well, previous work... Duncan doesn't tell you right away.

He wants you to see him as just him, the old retiree in the woods who saw you across the lake and was immediately fascinated.

You know something is up when he talks about his work, how he tries to dumb it down and cover up all the juicy details that can give way to what he used to do.

Maybe he was a cop.

Or military.

But you don't play much on the idea of him being a former assassin for hire because how could this sweet, gruff old man be such?

But ohhhhhh, when the truth comes out he is actually scared you'll fear him, you'll hate him.

His walls are immediately up again because he's waiting for you to call him a monster or berate him about his former career choice. You shouldn't know so much but here you are, knowing just a sliver and normally he'd have to kill you, but he doesn't want to.

Those walls go down if you accept who he is, but it will take time to know more beyond the job title.

Certain jobs and missions make dinner or bedside conversation, but the deeper cases, the ones that stuck with him, those aren't brought up until he's known you for a while or in that single moment a hint of vulnerability shows up.

In those vulnerable moments, his arms tend to wrap around you, head resting on your head or shoulder.

It's his silent way of saying "hold me, I need you" because he's never had anyone for this before.

Someone he actually trust.

"Do you want to talk about it, мой дорогой (my dear)?" Your fingers gently brush through his hair, the salt and pepper locks running easily between them.

"If I may, моя любовь (my love)." He mumbled against your body, face pressing closer to land a tender kiss.

Now on the topic of languages, especially Russian or a language you're interested in, he'll teach you everything he knows.

Especially pet names.

He loves calling you them, the more time he knows you the more intimate they get.

And the more comfortable he gets around you, the more flirty they can become.

Now this man is a fucking tease.

Be it in public or in the bedroom, he loves to see you get all red in the cheeks and glare at him (of course with little to no malice).

His favorite thing to do is call you such across the isles in a store, or when you're at a restaurant. No one else may know what he is saying in the chosen language for such flirt, but him having taught you what it means makes you a blushing, squirmy mess.

And fuck does he love watching you squirm.

That brings me to the more NS/FW side of Duncan Vizla.

This man loves to fuck. He's retired, so what much else can he really do in the middle of a snow covered cabin? Chop wood?

This man would much rather bury his wood (of course, if you are willing).

He'd never force himself on you. He is too good of a man for such, and he would see himself as one of the lowlifes he's killed if he ever made you uncomfortable.

He cares about you too much for such.

Fuck, Duncan Vizla has a heart.

Any who! This man has stamina besides his older age. He's in no rush to pump one out and be done.

Oh no, this man L O V E S to drag it out, loves to work you up, up, up, then cry out when he denies you.

Simply put, this man can fucking edge.

But on that same token, his loves bringing orgasm after orgasm out of you, watching you crumble into a puddle of horny mush.

He loves blowjobs, not because you're pleasuring him (okay, maybe a little) but because he loves seeing you stuffed with him in one way or another. And those eyes looking up at him as you work his shaft, it could make him come undone quicker than he'd like to admit.

He also loves giving oral, loves the taste of you. He can't get enough of your body and getting to walk away or be laying there with the taste of you lingering on his tongue, it's a reward all in itself.

He's an ass man, fucking loves them.

Hold em, squeeze em, he just loves them.

Yeah, boobs or nips can be interesting, but you're more likely to feel his hand sneak and grab at your rear and give a nice squeeze than feel his hands on your chest.

Oh, did I mention he loves smacking your ass?

If you allow him too, he loves to smack it until it's red and hot, smirking to himself any time he sees his handprints on your ass.

He also loves walking by you and giving you a quick slap on it, hearing your noise of surprise and seeing your head whip around to stare him down.

It only makes him chuckle or smirk because he loves seeing your reactions.

Now on the topic of positions, this man has three he tends to stick to, but he doesn't mind trying new ones.

1.) His top choice would have to be you riding him. It can be cowgirl or reverse cowgirl, he just loves seeing you on top, bouncing away at his cock.

Fuck does it get him going, feeling your fingers on his chest or hear the slickened slap of skin hitting skin feel the room while he watches you face away and take him.

2.) His second choice is doggy. He can be as intimate with it as he'd like, or he can fuck you into a state where the only word leaving you are is his name.

It's perfect for him to bring his hand down on you, but it also allows for the perfect domination of your body. He can push your upper body down to where your ass is sticking up in the air just for him, all for his own use.

The other plus to it is how he can grip your hair or neck and pull you back against his chest so he can fuck up into you. Pressing his lips against your ear as he tells you all the filthy things he's gonna do to you.

3.) His final choice is the more vanilla position of missionary. He likes being able to look down at you, kiss you, and feel you.

    This is the position where his intimacy is at its peak.

You'll be sure to see the softer side of the infamous Black Kaiser in this position.

Kinks? Experimentation? This man will try anything with you.

There are a few no's in his book, some due to his age and not being as limber as his youth.

Some due to him just not being interested.

But this man will do anything else with you.

Want to try bondage? he most likely has experience in knot works so sure! He'll make sure you can't get away~

Roleplay? As long as it's a scenario he is comfortable doing with you, then you can bet your ass he'll play whatever scenario out with you.

On that topic, he would be very cautious if you wanted him to be rougher with you in a scenario.

He's very picky on hurting you beyond marks, and it has to be discussed in depth if something such as blood is drawn, and even then he'd only cause the smallest of wounds.

Biting or small cuts, he can handle after intensive talks, but anything beyond that and he is worried for your wellbeing.

He can't stand the thought of hurting you in any way.

On a lighter note, this man L O V E S remote controlled sex toys. He loves being in control, and when he gets it going and watches you come undone from it, it's a sensation that instantly gets him hard.

In public, he loves seeing your legs shake and body tremble as you try to keep your composure. It's a way for him to show you belong to him, that you may not have his touch on you right now but he can still control your body to a damn tee.

In private, you best bet some of that knotwork comes into play, keeping you bound while he uses the toy to tease you.

All in all, despite his age, this man is a sexual beast.