#give him simple tasks to focus on he'll be so so good

[8o8o8o8o8]

[catboyieejeno]

mark lee + domestic

♫ play love it by dean...

waking up on a late morning besides mark who, in his sleep, is subconsciously pressing his soft, pouted lips against your neck or shoulder, nose nuzzling into your warmed skin. he still hasn't woken up, which you realize when those same pouty lips part to let out a series of long and calm exhales. he rolls a little closer to you until minutes later, he eventually blinks his puffy eyelids open, smacking his mouth a few times like a baby does when first stirring awake.

it's too soon to wish you a good morning—he doesn't truly trust his voice to not betray him yet; instead, when your eyes meet for the first time today, the corner of his lips instinctively curve up into a dazed smile, and the hand that rests on your hip gives your flesh a little squeeze in a silent but sweet greeting.

cooking any meal consists of you moving around the kitchen as you gather and assemble your ingredients. meanwhile, mark follows you around, curiously and eagerly. he resembles a puppy trailing behind you. also has a habit of resting his chin on your head or shoulder to watch what you're doing; that, or he's leaning against the nearest structure whenever you linger for too long in a specific area. you're by the sink? he's bent over, resting his weight on his elbows to talk to you. you're at the stove? his hip is pressed into the counter and his arms are crossed, watching intently how you prepare the food.

after, he'll gladly do the dishes (since he isn't much help with the cooking part). the sole condition he insists on is that you have to sit on the countertop beside him and keep him company 'til he's done. he also gets to steal a kiss whenever he pleases, molding his lips over yours for a few seconds too long. he laughs when you scold him for getting distracted or wasting water, then mumbles his apology into your mouth, "m'sorry, baby! s'just hard to focus when you're here, sitting pretty for me,"

chores are usually left for the weekend, where the two of you take turns picking songs and adding them to a never-ending queue to get through the tasks at hand. the two of you are rather good at getting things done quickly, but the moment you plant a kiss on mark's cheek as you pass by, consider your work done for the day, regardless of whether you've finished or not.

you don't make it farther than a foot away before mark has dropped the rag he's holding in order to grab ahold of your waist. he dips his head down and kisses your lips so messily, longingly even, since the last kiss you gave him was not sufficient by any means. then again, he can never really get enough of you. mere moments later, you're pressed up against the wall with each of his hands at your hip bones, the tasks at hand long forgotten as his tongue eagerly explores your mouth.

its easy to get distracted with him, by him. grocery runs tend to be at least an hour longer than they really need to, because despite the fact that you've made a list of 5 simple items, the two of you navigate every aisle anyway and leave with a dozen other things. browsing for shows or movies turns into a conversation about actors and directors and soundtracks, and you never actually get around to picking something. if you do, the content is left unattended by you and mark, who giggle and mutter out jokes between the dialogue to get a smile out of the other, blazing touches left behind on warm skin.

you're undoubtedly his favorite person in the entire world—the one he looks forward to seeing at the start and end of each day, and the one he always tells good news to first. bad news, too. crashes through the front door and drops everything to bid you a warm hello as he rambles on about his day, or comes in and curls up next to you on the couch and expresses his recent frustrations. regardless of whether you give advice or just listen, your presence is soothing enough.

[deathbxnny]

May I request some headcanons about Victor, selika, Vander and Vi about caring and being with a S/O with ADHD.

Please and thank you

Arcane characters with an s/o that has ADHD. | Viktor, Sevika, Vander and Vi

Thank you for your request, and I hope you'll enjoy this!<3

Content: No spoilers for season 2, season 1 Viktor, established romantic relationships, fluff, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns.

((Not proofread))

》VIKTOR

He was the first to notice and accommodate to your ADHD, mainly as he knew what it's like to live with something that makes life a little harder in general.

Viktor is very patient and gentle with you when you're having a hard time focusing on tasks or are procrastinating on projects. He understands it just fine and works with you to find strategies that make everything a bit easier. Whether it's studying with you or helping you out on research papers, you both spend a lot of time together, to say the least.

You two enjoy working on your own things in eachothers presence, as it helps you get over your lack of motivation and gives you a chance to talk his ear off freely. Thankfully, he's good at multitasking when it comes to you. Some may think your talking is excessive, but he finds it cute.

Whenever you're a bit more fidgety than usual, he'll hold your hand or give you a reassuring smile, yet doesn't stop your body from regulating itself naturally.

Viktor takes your diagnosis as a simple fact, nothing that defines or undermines your ability to be his s/o. If you need a little help, then he's very clearly okay with that.

》SEVIKA

She doesn't initially understand the concept of ADHD and doesn't care much about it either. Sure, she gets that it affects your day to day life, but she was going to help you out with anything either way even without the diagnosis. So, in other words, she's ready to learn and do as you please.

Your fidgety nature was something she definitely had to get used to, as she mistook it as fear or nervousness rather often. This typically meant that she'll ask you if you're alright a lot or if there was someone bothering you. Over time, she learns to look past it and see it as a natural part of you. If you can't sit still, then she'll let you roam around whilst her eyes watch you closely.

Your endless ramblings and deep interests about the most nichest topics also needed some time for her, but what got her the most was your procrastination issues. She did get not want to do things at all, but she would still attempt to make work as fun as possible in her own way. She'll accompany you everywhere and take care of the heavy lifting.

When she said that she was loyal, she was definitely not kidding around. Your ADHD changes nothing about the way she views you, and so she doesn't make a big deal out of it either.

》VANDER

Probably the most patient and understanding of your ADHD and its symptoms by far. He sees them as a part of you in a good way and simply accepts them as they are.

Whenever you procrastinate on chores or work, he'll try and make it more enjoyable by either helping out or promising you a nice treat after. If it's really bad, though, he'll just do things himself to not stress you out about them too much.

He's the same with your lack of focus, although he sometimes does get concerned about you zoning out when things get serious. Vander will still find his own innovative ideas on making you focus when he needs you to.

He loves listening to you talk to him about the most random things possible, mainly as it shows him that you're comfortable enough with the care he gives you. He also just enjoys weighing in with his own opinions about the many various topics you bring forth at rapid speed.

Either way, he skillfully navigates your diagnosis with ease and doesn't ever let you feel like you're burdening him with it.

》VI

Well, she certainly may have outlandish ideas at times when it comes to working with your ADHD, but she definitely at least has the spirit for it!

Your natural fidgeting and inability to stay still gets interpreted in you just needing to power yourself out. This makes you often find yourself in front of a punching bag with an excited Vi telling you to go ahead and let it alllll out. Whether it works or not is up to you, but you appreciate the effort even after you had explain it wasn't that easy.

Vi will make it her mission to help you out on projects or with work whenever the procrastination gets too bad. She'll also help you out with simpler tasks when she can but will otherwise try to make things fun, at least.

You two enjoy rambling away with each other, and it is her favorite thing. You're both bad at focusing on one topic at a time, so your talks can go on for hours, which she loves very much.

Your diagnosis is just a part of you that she very much loves, even when it gets difficult at times. She never wants you to feel left out or liked less because of it and does her best to never let you think that.

[gothghostiie]

Please plase please, i really want to stop thinking. I am so stressed in the last period of time, maybe maybe can you do task 141 thinking for reader? Like totally domination, make it smut or fluff or both idk, only just a little dumbification.

Thank you in advance, love your writting style 💓👏🏻

that's so real bestie

cw: dumbification, poly!141, some nsfw hints

The boys absolutely love belittling you to tease, but especially when you ask for it - that's their collective heaven. Having their pretty little thing all at their mercy, getting to make sure they don't have to use their pretty head?? how could they ever decline your wishes?

It starts with when you get up, soap secretly turns off your alarm. all confused and sleep drunken while price gets you out of bed and dressed for the day - gaz picked your outfit out earlier - followed by being fed by him. ghost picked out a little breakfast array for you, making sure you get what you need. Once you've woken up a bit more, Ghost is also the one to take you out on a little walk, showing your little outfit off to everyone on base. stops to have a chat with some people, answering for you whenever someone talks to you.

Price takes you over soon after, taking you in with him and to his office. letting you sit in his lap while he does paperwork, giving you something easy to do - video games, hell even some colouring if you like that. whenever you peer at his papers he redirects your head, giving you a gentle warning to keep your eyes on your things, not his.

Soap takes you to lunch, picking food out for you and feeding you again. if you complain he shushes you, telling you a sweet thing like you simply can't do these things by yourself!! you're such a silly thing to even think you can do these simple things by yourself. takes you to his room to snuggle for a bit, watching some mindless TV with you until Ghost comes knocking on his door.

Ghost takes over until its bed time, he's the only one to give you some choices - but in the end he'll decide what's good for a stupid little angel like you. likes to dote on you in his time with you, spoiling you with some online shopping while rubbing your back (he's not afraid to 'correct your behaviour' if he notices you think a little too much), likes showing you off in the common room to other people on base. last thing he does before dinner is taking you to have a bath, washing you, don't you dare try to do it yourself.

last one is Gaz, taking you out for dinner - you know the drill by now - then back to his room. picks a movie for you to watch with him, cuddling and holding you, might put his fingers in your mouth to keep your head distracted, giving you something else to focus your pretty head on. also gets you ready for bed, picking out pyjamas for you, brushing your teeth for you etc, before taking you to say goodnight and get your little goodnight kiss (or pounding) from everyone before putting you to bed.

[clydiepie]

Team Stan x reader! (Cooking for them)

Cooking for your boyfriend is never dull that's for sure lol

cw: none!

Team Stan (individually) x reader who loves to cook for them!

She/her pronouns

fluffy!

mentions of NSFW

Enjoy!! <3

Cartman<3

do i even have to explain???

okay i will lol

HE LOVES IT

"Hey, babe instead of us going out how about I make dinner?" You said popping your head out from the kitchen

"I think i love you.." he mumbled

"What was that?"

"Nothing stupid get back in the kitchen" he joked

While you worked in the kitchen you were super focused, you always wanted things to be just the way Eric liked (especially since he would never let you forget If you fucked something up)

He is probably sitting on the couch playing some videogame with the boys online when he smells something coming from the kitchen.

He pulls off his headset and leaves the game to follow that delicious smell

"Cartman?"

"Where the hell did he go?"

but the game has been long abandoned he shuffles his way closer to you as you focused on whatever was on the stovetop.

You were pulled from your intense focus as Eric protectively wrapped his arms around your waist

"Almost done?"

"Nearly"

Eric is gracious enough to set the table for you guys

Once you guys have eaten, Eric drags you to the couch to cuddle with him (even though he will insist that he only wants to relax while his food digests)

You guys snuggle up on his couch and watch T.V together

you can see his phone on the end table that keeps lighting up with texts from the boys wondering where he went, he ignores them.

"Maybe you should just say over, I don't want to walk you home in this cold weather."

"Eric it's cold every day."

"Shhhhhh"

Kyle<3

He really just wants to help

dear god let him or he'll explode

"Y/N honey, do you want any help?"

"I'm okay but thank you!"

Kyle will sit in the kitchen and watch your every move, not judging or anything he is just curious (plus he just likes being around you)

He waits patiently for you to give him some kind of task, he really just wants to be helpful.

"Babe?"

"Yes!" Kyle says a little too enthused jumping up from his seat.

"Would you ask Ike if he is hungry, I have enough for the three of us." you say with a smile

Kyle begrudgingly invites his little brother to eat with you guys. (he just wanted you to himself)

The three of you are gathered around Kyle's kitchen table as you serve up the food to the boys.

Kyle can't help but imagine what a good mother you would be.

Like you are so good at helping out with Ike he can’t even think about it without blushing

You take notice of his red face and ask if the food is too spicy

“Oh no it’s perfect!!”

He calmly composed himself as you and Ike chat about how school is going

Shortly after you finish eating Ike scurries upstairs back to his video games while Kyle helps you wash the dishes.

The two of you side by side at the sink, laughing as you play with the bubbles in the sink

You take a huge handful of bubbles and slap it in his face

He wipes his face and underneath the mess you see a devious smirk

You slowly start to back away from him knowing what was about to happen

“Oh baby you’re going to pay for that.”

All is heard is your screams as Kyle chases you with a handful of bubbles

“Ike help me!!” You yell

“Sorry Buddy.” Ike yells back from his room

Stan<3

Stan actually didn't even know you were going to be at his house when he got home

His parents are out of town so he figured he would just heat up a frozen pizza or something

But he walked in the door and was greeted by you wearing a cute little apron and setting the table with some simple plates for the two of you

"Uh Y/N, what's all this?"

"Oh, I just thought it would be nice for us to have a little dinner date." you smile

You are so fucking cute Stan can't handle it

He follows you into the kitchen and sees a number of things strewn about the counters

a cookbook sat open next to the stove as you continued to stir whatever was in the boiling pot in front of you

He could tell you were putting in a lot of effort and he felt bad he hadn't done anything for you

instead of offering his help, which he knew you wouldn't accept, he hatched a plan of his own

Stan strolled over to you and kissed your forehead while you worked

"I'll be right back okay?"

You hummed in response deep in concentration with your project

As fast as he came he was gone again, swiftly grabbing his keys and walking out the front door

As you heard the front door close you thought to yourself what he might be doing but you decided just to focus on the task at hand.

Just as you were about to finish up the food you hear the front door open and some movement in the dining room

You figure Stan is just up to some weird joke so you finish up the food and walk into the dining room with 2 plates in hand

You walk out to see Stan holding a bouquet of flowers and the table is set with candles and rose petals all around

"Stanley" you say trying not to cry because of how sweet he was

"What kind of date doesn't have flowers for their girlfriend?"

You put the food down on the table and walk over to him and pull him in for a sweet kiss

"Maybe I could treat you to some dessert later hm" you say kissing him again

"What did I do to deserve you."

Kenny<3

You decided to surprise your boyfriend at his house with plans to make him and his siblings dinner

You arrived at Kenny's and gave the door a quick knock before being greeted by your boyfriend with a surprised look on his face

"Babe what are you doing here." he says as he swoops in to take all the heavy bags you were carrying

"I thought I could make dinner for everyone." you smiled as you started to unpack the contents of your bags onto the counters

Kenny was shocked you would spend your time and money on him and his family

He needed to repay you somehow

As you started to prepare some stuff for cooking you noticed that Kenny had started to help you pulling out mixing bowls and a few utensils

"Ken you don't have to help, I got this," you say resting your hand on his shoulder as he leans down into the bottom cabinet looking for something.

"I know you do but I just want to help, please let me." he cooed standing up with an old wooden cutting board in hand.

You gave in instantly, how could you say no to that face

The two of you worked together cutting vegetables and cooking over the stove, Kenny would sometimes just walk up and kiss you in the middle of something

The two of you worked so well together, it's like he always knew what your next move would be

he was always one step ahead

As you too finished up cooking Kenny did the best he could to find matching plates and cups for you and his siblings

You went to call the kids in for dinner as Kenny put the plates of food on the table

domestic life seemed to fit you both so well, as you all ate Kenny talked with his sister and brother about their day

he held your hand below the table the whole time

After dinner, you guys just tossed the dishes in the sink and went to Kenny's room to cuddle

As he held you in his arms he mumbled a question into your shoulder

"Would you ever want kids one day?"

"Only if you were my baby daddy." you laugh

"Oh, I can arrange that."

Thanks for reading! i kinda got a little carried away sorry if this is too long lol!!

-m <3

[sphireath-wisp]

#My Favorite Lipstick

Sypnosis: How do they kiss?

Warnings: I have never experienced those deep heated kisses (only quick ones), not proofread, different from my usual formatting, not individual sections, F! reader is implied maybe, suggestive at some parts?

Featuring: A Variety of characters x GN! reader

QUICK, SWEET, SIMPLE The type of kisses that he steals from you when he wants your attention on him only. He has so much to do today, so would you let him have your eyes on him and him only - even for this short, fleeting moment?

He stops in front of the door, his feet coming to a halt when he lightly grazes his own lips, realizing he had forgotten the thing that keeps him energized throughout the day.

You spot him, completely still accompanied by a stare that tells you he's deep in thought. Just as quickly as you saw him, his head turns to you. That rational part of his mind jerks his hand up to the doorknob, well aware of the time crunch he's in, yet he hesitates to leave.

"Bye-bye honey! Have a good day at practice," You wave with the sweetest grin known to mankind - the smile that was crafted to be too perfect, the smile that greets him home and showers him with butterflies.

His defenses are toppled down, and the grip on the door handle softens as his fingers hover around your cheek. Pushing away those irritatingly silky strands of hair that become an obstacle for him, he leans in for a short kiss that leaves the both of you wanting more.

While he still wanted to give you another - you could tell from his gaze, stuck onto your pretty lips like glue - he had to endure the hellish task of holding himself back.

It'll be fine though, he'll be able to satisfy himself once he gets home and returns to your side.

RIN ITOSHI, Sae Itoshi, Rensuke Kunigami, Shoei Barou, Seishiro Nagi?

FUN, PURE, INNOCENT The type of kisses that is embedded into your daily routine. The ones that don't seem that special brighten up his day nevertheless. The ones that cause giggles and laughter to escape out of the both of you.

He tackles you onto the bed, arms tightening around your waist as he presses kisses onto your belly. No matter how much you yelp and cry that it tickles, he doesn't stop, your laughter becoming the soothing music to ease anything bothering him.

Lips explore your upper body, pressing his soft and heart-filled kisses onto you until he reaches your face. Puppy dog eyes stare back at yours whilst his cheek nonchalantly rests on your chest. Like a cat, he claws his way up, tugging on your shirt once while he continues to cover every inch of your face with his endearments.

Making those dramatic "mwah" sounds whenever he leaves his mark on your skin, he holds the 'mmmm' sound with cold lips against your cheek for what feels like an eternity - and you would exaggeratively wish euphoric moments like this could last an eternity. Covering your face to shield yourself from his 'attacks', you giggle as you notice the apparent pout forming on his face.

His forehead flattens against yours and your pinch his cheeks gently, molding his face into a silly, lighthearted expression that engraves itself into your memory. "I love you," or so he would declare to you, his pupils dilating the moment he heard you repeat the exact words back to him, adoration laced into that siren-like hum of yours.

MEGURU BACHIRA, Reo Mikage, Yoichi Isagi, Hyoma Chigiri, Seishiro Nagi

DEEP, HEATED, FORCEFUL The type of kisses that he expects as a reward for all of his hard work. After a long day, he loves those cute kisses that you pepper onto his face - but he's demanding and knows damn well that he loves that rush in his body when you're aggressive with him.

He pins you to the wall, the loud crash of your body against it passing as if it didn't physically cause you to wince. Well, it's not as if you had any time to focus on the pain when you're stuck in a deep kiss, the satisfaction from receiving such a treat from him washing away any pain inflicted.

How could he not hold back? It had been months since he had seen your precious face and he just had to let loose. You invited him to a secluded corner away from anyone else and that ridiculously smug smirk told him everything he needed to know.

Your hands travel to his hair, pulling at his scalp to give you the limited time needed to breathe before getting to round 2. He doesn't restrain himself either, hands tucking themselves comfortably under your shirt and caressing your back.

Once the both of you stop, you catch your breath, heart still racing in your chest. "We're going to get caught, idiot. Hold back a little." You rub that dark spot on your neck, flustered face scowling at him as if he was scum.

An Iron grip holds your hand, lightly kissing another spot on your shoulder. "You're asking too much out of me, princess." He was still hungry for more, unluckily for you.

Technically, you initiated this, so you better be ready to bear the consequences.

RYUSEI SHIDOU, Micheal Kaiser, Aiku Oliver, Reo Mikage, Shoei Barou, Sae Itoshi(let me dream)

[angelsnkisses]

no thoughts, just cockwarming ollie sway <3

💟 nsfw - mdni 💟

this is very similar to this post, which i wrote a little while back :)!

i've said it plenty of times before, and i'll say it again; ollie loves cockwarming. he adores it, he would keep you on him all day if you let him. he'll hold your hips gingerly while you sit on his lap, watching as you shudder and whine for him to please, please move. this is ollie we're talking about, so he obviously has music in the background, the record player humming in your ears along with his gentle praises.

"such a pretty thing, you're doing so good," he'll coo up at you, shushing your pretty sobs. he would simply shake his head solemnly when you beg and cry for friction, his hands tightening on your hips to keep you in place on his lap.

"ah, ah.. just a little longer, sweetheart,"

he'll usually be carrying out a simple task to keep himself occupied, but some nights he can't help but just.. watch. he won't be able to take his eyes off you, his gaze shifting from how you hug his cock just right to how your face contorts perfectly with every subtle movement.

"quit squirming, you can take it," he'll scold you halfheartedly when you start getting whiny, his fingers digging into the fat of your hips in an effort to keep your restless body still. the way you'll wrap your arms around him and start pleading softly in his ear has him groaning under his breath, his own desire growing just as quick as yours.

ollie has the biggest soft spot for you, especially when you're in such a vulnerable position for him. keep begging for him, eventually you'll get what you want. he'll end up giving in to your whimpers after maybe an hour or so, pressing kisses all over your chest and neck before slowly lifting you up. the relieved moan and countless thank you's you release is enough for ollie to snap you back down harshly, savoring your startled cry. he'll fuck you good, starting off with an already quick pace that only accelerates with every bounce of your hips.

"you did such a good job for me, hm? i got you, gonna make you feel good,"

**

A/N: *cracks knuckles* i'm backkk, so sorry for the lack of updates. i just finished moving into my first apartment (i have a roommate but it's still so exciting) and now i can focus on posting more :)!

[brewed-pangolin]

After playing both the campaign and warzone, I have come to the simple conclusion that there are two very different sides to Mr MacTavish. Something that I am lovingly referring to as...

The Highland Coin Toss

How he reacts and treats you is purely dependent on the relationship and what he's more comfortable with you calling him. And if you are lucky enough to gain access to both sides, flipping his coin turns into an all out 'spin the bottle', color me horny fuck fest. So, without further ado, let us begin....

18+ MDNI under the cut

CW: Just some personal headcanons sprinkled on a giant heap of smut. Sub/Dom Soap. P in V, Fem receiving.

AN: This is the first anything I have written in over 5 years, so apologies if it's absolute shit. Honestly, though, had so much fun with this double-sided Scottsman! Much Love 💛

'Heads' Johnny MacTavish

Walls? Yeah, he's got 'em. More to protect himself from those around him. But patience will prevail. Give it time, and you'll begin to see those barriers slowly crumble down.

Honesty goes a long way with Johnny. He can generally read people like a book (please don't bring up Graves, he's still sore after that traitorous bastard) If he does catch you being untruthful to him or any of the 141 or Voqueros, good luck getting back on his good graces. Book's closed, done.

Beneath that hardened exterior, Johnny is incredibly affectionate. And not just in a romantic aspect. He doesn't see 141 and Voqueros as soldiers or troops, they're his brothers.

Don't try to get in between him and his missions. Johnny is a military man through and through, and nothing is more important to him than the completion of the task at hand.

Loyal to a God damn fault.

Johnny is the fighter of the coin toss. Calculated, thorough and eyes on every detail, no matter how insignificant they may seem.

Once those walls are dust, this man will be nothing but putty in your hands.

Now, on to the fun stuff...

Johnny is 100% a switch! If you want him to be in control, he'll gladly take the reigns. But if you're feeling a bit more frisky and want to be in control, this man will be in absolute heaven (he won't deny it, Johnny loves watching you ride him)

Is absolutely obsessed with your body.

No matter the time, place, or scenario, he's going to have a hand on you (leg, thigh, arm, hand, neck, ass, foot, head...) And those hands like to wander...simple caresses turn into deliberate touches with one goal in mind.

And Johnny knows ALL of your pleasure zones. Will either focus his fingers on them or dance around them entirely just to drive you wild. Once his touch has been satiated, his mouth will go to work.

Kissing Johnny is an experience in sexual nirvana. His hands will cradle your head as his tongue explores and tastes you. Only when you're a breathless mess will he give you reprieve and move on. Every inch of you will be peppered in starving kisses. Loves your neck and inner thighs the most (mainly due to the reaction and moans you elicit in response)

But his main prize is the deliciously warm cavern between your thighs. Is nothing short of methodical when eating you out. Torturously so at times.

Starts with long, languid draws of his tongue along your folds. Quickly followed by precise and deliberate attention on your pulsing clit. Loves to oscillate between these two maneuvers, purely out of satisfaction as you all but lose your mind beneath his salacious mouth.

Johnny knows exactly where that special bundle of nerves is, he knows how much you can take and will push you to your limit. You'll be on the verge of insanity, and all you'll see between your legs is victorious glacial eyes beckoning you to break and come apart on his tongue.

He is so atuned to your body it almost makes you wonder if soul mates are a reality or just a long told fairy tale. This thought always creeps into your mind as he enters you. So slowly, you feel ever inch of him, and once he's fully seated, you swear you can feel his rapid heart beat within your welcoming cunt.

Slow and steady wins this race in his mind. Johnny is fully aware that it is not the pace that gets you off, and is willing to spend all night getting you to the ecstasy you both so desperately desire.

Don't count those determined hands out when he's thrusting balls deep within you. He'll find that pulsing bud and match his determined circling fingers with the pace of his hips.

Speaking of hands, Johnny never keeps them in one place for too long. His fingers will traverse and explore your curves like meandering, sexually driven pilgrim.

King of Priases! "Y'So beautiful hen." "Good bonnie. Feel so fucking good." "C'mon, I know ya can give me another one."

Will talk you through your orgasms.

"Keep your eyes on me, bonnie."

"That's it. Cum for me. Cum for me, hen."

His voice will be soft, slightly above a whipser with just enough strain in it to send you over the edge.

You'll know when Johnny's close. He'll hold you tight, desperately so, to the point you'll feel like he'll suffocate you. His pace will stammer and with one last thrust you'll feel him empty himself within you.

Johnny is in heaven when he cares for you post romp. He'll pepper you in soft kisses while his fingers dance across your still trembling skin. And he's always prepared; damp washcloth within arms reach because he knows you both can get quite messy.

You'll fall asleep first, because that's what he wants. Soft whispers of how beautiful you are, how good you make him feel will echo into your ears. The last thing you'll remember is strong arms wrapping around your waist and the slow beating of his heart as you let sleep take you over completely.

'Tails' Soap MacTavish

Walls? Yeah, no. Try fucking skyscrapers. Only way you're getting to this side of the Scot is by proving you're not a complete waste of time and flesh. Even if he has opened himself up to his more accepting side, don't push your luck trying to figure out what he hides behind closed doors. Soap will read through those lines within seconds and shut it down. And he'll be a locked vault from then on.

Assertive. Especially during and immediately following missions (it takes Soap a day or two to get back to civilian life).

Bit of a control freak, particularly when it comes to his routines. (Yes, he has a very specific hair regimen. So if you value your life, don't touch anything. And no, he's not going to talk about it)

Patience. Patience. Patience. Let Soap open himself up to you. It may take a few months, maybe even years. You may need some help from his brothers in arms to get to this man (Gaz especially, he's such a softie). They're truly the only ones that know Soap for who he really is.

Complete trust is necessary to gain access to Soap, and once that element has been reached, you'll have your own personal body guard at every beck and call.

Soap is the protector of this flip of the coin. Think of a 200lb, military trained pitbull. God forbid anyone looks at you the wrong way.

Smexy time!!

Soap can be a bit aggressive at times, especially if he's been without any release for a long period. But make no mistake, Soap is a pleasure Dom to the absolute max! He'll get off, no doubt about that. You on the other hand, depending his mood you'll have either one mind blowing orgasm or several. (Good luck trying to walk after those nights)

While Johnny has a routine while being intimate with you, Soap is all over the place. He may start by fucking you relentlessly for hours, followed by eating you out and finish with devouring your mouth. Then start all over again in a different rhythm, and will probably throw in some shower sex just for good measure. Soap's unpredictability is what drives you to insanity. You can't keep a handle on him, and in that, your mind goes blank and purely enjoys everything he gives to you.

Ultimate grabby hands. Can get a bit carried away at times. Don't scold him for leaving bruises, consider them ultimate fleshy love notes.

Formidable make-out extraordinaire. While Johnny is affectionate and somewhat desperate, Soap is aggressive and all-consuming. And he won't give you a break from his mouth until he's had his fill. (Cue your grabby hands so you don't fall to the floor)

Hickeys. Hickeys fucking everywhere. Obsessed with leaving them in the most random places. Your calf has become his new favorite, and you strangely enough can't get enough of it.

Three words: Teasing. Fucking. Bastard.

Loves to watch you squirm beneath him, whether it be to his mouth or to his hardened and precise cock. And his hands, God damn his hands! You've started calling him your 'Clitoral Beethoven" since he can make you sing by the sheer power of his fingers alone.

Soap is ravenous with his mouth on you. This fact is proven time and again when he is buried between your thighs. His vigorous workings are only magnified by his vibrating groans that tantalizingly work their way up your spine.

Soap is the epitome of messy when he's eating your pussy. He'll all but swallow you whole, covering his stubble and chin with your juices. Those gorgeous blue eyes disappear between your thighs, replaced by darkened orbs filled with needy hunger. Your breaking point is when he begins to seesaw his head from side to side, the friction of his mouth combined with his determined tongue will having you screaming his name within seconds.

No flat surface is safe with this man. Can and will bend you over at any moment, especially if you're alone. (If not, expect a fair amount of borrowing stares and even a firm grab of your ass if he's feeling extra horny, which is pretty much always)

Speaking of horny, Soap is so needy for your pussy he can't always wait for you. But this man is resourceful, and almost always prepared. You don't know where he keeps it, but somehow he's got lube in his hand and already stroking his cock and you've barely pushed your pants down for him. And there's nothing gradual about how Soap enters you, he's balls deep first thrust. But he does hold and let you get used to him, purely for the feel of your cunt quivering around his cock.

Loves, loves, LOVES doggie style! Not only does it give him the most perfect view of your ass, but let's him have complete control of the pace. And whoa mama you're gonna need to mentally and physically prepare yourself, cause Soap is gonna fuck you senseless!

Have a mattress warehouse on speed dial. Just do it!

Mentioned that Soap is assertive. That's an understatement when he's having his way with you. He's strong, Godlike when he so desperately wants to feel your pulsing cunt around him. So expect a fair amount of man handling and body contortions (cue you turning into a human pretzel fuck toy; yoga may become a necessity before any Soap sexathon)

And that Scottish accent will only thicken as he pounds himself in your molten core.

"Be a good lass and scream fer me. Want e'eryone to know yer MINE."

"Takin me so well, aren't ya?"

"Can't get enough, can ya bonnie? Always so fuckin hungry fer my cock."

"So fuckin wet fer me. Yer a dirty girl, aren't ya?"

You're going to either have a strong hold on him or anything with a firm base, because Soap is going to completely ruin you. The room will be a cacophony of skin slapping, pleading moans and reverberating growls. The sounds will tempt you to poke the bear, but do so at your own risk...

"Harder, Soap. Fuck me harder."

His calloused hand will firmly grib the back of your neck, and the other will give your ass a hardened smack. You'll feel his body weigh down against yours, hips contuing their assault as his mouth ghosts the cusp of your ear.

"Fuckin needy little thing, aren't ya lass?"

Consider the bear, poked.

Soap will undoubtedly fuck you through your orgasms. He may be talking, but it will probably be some overly gratified Scottish that you don't understand. It's the growl of his words that make you go over the edge, blissfully cock drunk as your body convulses around him and your mind goes completely white.

Aftercare with Soap will almost always end in a bath. One to clean the excessive amount of fluids, and two to help soothe your blissfully overused body. As rough as he can be during the act, Soap is incredibly tender and gentle afterwards. Only thing on your mind will be when he came during the deed. His repsonse is always the same...

"Non of that now, bonnie."

Want to give some massive kudos to @yeyinde, @irnbru32, and @mvtthewmurdvck for their inspiration to get me back to writing. Y'alls fics are so unbelievably well done and immersive, I honestly can't get enough! Glad to be back and part of the Soap Squad 🧼 💛

[singswan-springswan]

OK OK BUT WHAT IF MERMAN TIM GETS TO MEET THE LAND PEOPLE FOR THE FIRST TIME. maybe it's dark out and he just tries to hide his tail

Tim may have... miscalculated. Slightly. He didn't mean to spend so much time here on the beach, but there was a burrowing crab that caught his attention by the dunes, and he lost track of time watching it. Spunky little guy. It carved out a hole for itself armful by armful. The movements it made were meticulous: almost uptight, if Tim dared to personify such a creature, and the simple act was amusing enough to hold his focus for the better part of an hour. Anyway, he'd crept up on it when the tide was still high, and he'd curled up in the sand to watch it work, and now the tide is no longer high. And the surf is a long way's away.

Tim did not think this through. By the look of it, the water is still receding, which means he's got a minimum of five hours before it comes back. This wouldn't ordinarily be a problem, of course. There's no one to see him make a fool of himself shuffling down the sand, so he wouldn't be too embarrassed to do it now.

Unfortunately, however, it isn't just sand between him and the waves. This stretch of the beach is littered with rocks and large boulders. Navigating is tricky enough when he has water to swim through, and Tim is not designed for mobility on land. The dark won't help either, even with his night vision. He'll probably get hurt if he tries to cross now. The rocks aren't too sharp---wave-worn as they are---but they are rough, and Tim's fins are delicate. Tearing them is likely to happen up here with his deadweight tail. That's never a fun prospect. Torn fins hurt like heck.

Alternatively, he could try to go around the large swath of rocks. He's not too far from the nice beach that one human family uses frequently; all he has to do is stick to the finer sand until the rocks are clear. It won't be pleasant, to say the least. That much crawling and flopping around will still give him abrasions, especially as he dries out. He wishes not for the first time that he had legs.

His options aren't great though. It's either risk it on the rocks, take the long way around, or stay put and chance drying out while waiting for the tide. None of that sounds appealing. Tim can practically hear his mother's disappointed voice.

Honestly Timothy, your inattentiveness is pathetic.

She liked to say he'd be murdered by humans. Directly, inadvertently, it didn't matter. There are plenty of ways he could end up dead thanks to them, and apparently every fault of his is in correlation.

Tim has his own opinions about the destructive nature of humanity. He doesn't get many chances to debate it with his parents. But then again, his exposure to the human world is limited. And skewed.

One thing he knows about humans, though, is their general tendency to be diurnal. He shouldn't encounter any now well after sundown, so his chances of being killed by one have dropped by a margin. Good thing. Tim will need plenty of time if he's going to crawl all the way around these rocks to get back to the water. By his reasoning, that's the best course of action. At least it'll give him something to do. And there's no permanent bodily harm involved. He will feel it for days afterwards. Oh well. This is the price he'll have to pay for getting stuck on land.

Begrudgingly, Tim uncurls his tail and flops onto his ventral side. This is going to be such a pain. His tail is practically useless in the sand; at least against the stone, he'd have a bit more purchase. Still, he clenches his jaw and resigns himself to the arduous task ahead. This is going to suck. His only motivation remains the threat against his fins, and the thought of drying out before the tide comes back.

Tim's never dried out before. It's a whispered horror among other mer. Supposedly, that's the worst way to die: suffocating, overheating slowly over the span of hours. Tim doesn't intend to experience that, if he can help it. He rather likes being able to breathe. So he kicks against the sand and drags his stupid deadweight forward by the armful.

There's sand in his mouth by the time he's moved a meter. He can feel it grinding between his teeth, scraping under his tongue. He'd spit if he didn't think it'd waste moisture. Stupid tide. Stupid rocks. Tim can't help grumbling as he moves. He's slow. He's trying to work into a slithering rhythm, but his fins are too floppy for it to really happen. It's a grueling process. His time-to-distance ratio is discouraging. Tim attempts to comfort himself with the knowledge that dragging his body over rocks would definitely inflict lacerations, despite being slightly faster. He is not overly comforted.

After what feels like maybe an hour, Tim is ready to maim something. He's tired, and frustrated with his progress, and his fangs are aching from all the tension in his jaw. The clear stretch of sand still seems so far away. Tim gives it a longing look and sighs hard. Honestly, if he had legs, he could probably cross the distance in minutes. Humans are so lucky.

He bites down a petulant noise and decides to cop a quick break. There's no sense scrambling until he can't feel his arms. He still has time. The longest he's stayed out of the water without losing consciousness is around... four hours, and he's only used about two of those so far. He has time to catch his breath. The air drags against his gills uncomfortably.

He slides sideways to the nearest boulder in the sand. It's large enough to block him from the breeze, and the low sprawl of its base makes for a decent structure to rest upon. Tim curls against it in a huff. He's so stupid for getting stuck out here. He really should have paid more attention. He's tired, and it's dark, and he'd rather be cold and lonely at home than a-little-too-warm and dry and lonely stranded on the beach. His parents were right. He is pathetic.

Tim did not mean to close his eyes.

Tim definitely did not mean to snooze on a rock on the beach where he is in danger of drying out. He should have seen it coming, after getting awful awful sleep for the past week, and having a tiring day along the coast and all. He shouldn't have lowered his guard. It's really dangerous to lower your guard on land. Even at night.

It's the sound of voices that startles Tim from his light doze. At first, he's mostly surprised he conked out at all: jerking his head up and banging it on stone, hissing furiously. Then he registers what woke him to begin with, and his blood runs cold.

Mer don't do land. Other mer are too afraid of humans and drying out to ever risk setting fin out of the water, so those can't be the voices of mer that he hears. As they get closer, Tim can distinguish words. That's definitely human language. He is definitely very screwed.

Tim hastily catalogues his options. The water is still too far away to reach, and there's a considerable stretch of dangerous rocks between him and it. Despite the abundance of boulders, the range of hiding places leaves much to be desired. So Tim can't flee. And Tim can't exactly hide. He probably can't fight the humans off either: not on land; he's not big enough or strong enough, and he has almost no maneuverability up here.

It seems like his only choice is to bluff his butt off. Maybe they'll freak out at the sight of him and run, and it'll give him a chance to cross the rocks. It'll hurt, but that's the fastest way to the water, and Tim would rather take his chances with torn fins than humans. There's no telling what they'd do if they got their hands on him. He's heard all the horror stories.

The voices grow louder as Tim hunkers down in place. They'll pass right by him at this rate, and they'll definitely see him then. He has to be intimidating. He has to scare them. Piece of cake, right?

"I'm going to trip and die and it'll be your fault. I hope you know that."

They're very close now. Tim coils up. He can recognize their voices. Which. Is really saying something. Because Tim doesn't spend a ton of time around humans in general, but he does know a select few very personally. Sort of. It's kind of a one-way relationship.

"Oh, stop being dramatic."

"I'm not being dramatic, dickhead. I can't see where the fuck I'm going! You know this part of the beach has tons of rocks, right? You know I could impale myself, right? Do you even care? I bet you don't. Let me use my flashlight."

"That detracts from the experience!"

"Exactly! Dying is not something I want to experience!"

Tim's plan was to jump scare them when they got close enough. This was another grand miscalculation. The breeze makes it difficult to pinpoint their exact location by sound alone, so the two humans end up passing much closer to Tim than he anticipated, and he totally botches his plan in a fit of surprise.

They're right there, right next to his rock. Right there. If he reached out, he could touch that one's ankle. He very much does not do that. Instead (because Tim is full of grace), he chirps out a startled noise and lurches backwards, tumbling over his awkward limbs and sprawling in the sand. He has been shot through with adrenaline.

Someone swears as Tim scrambles to right himself. He lost the element of surprise. He definitely has their attention now.

"What is that---HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHAT IS THAT?"

"USE YOUR FLASHLIGHT!"

"FUCK YOU! YOU TOLD ME NOT TO!"

"DAMMIT JAY USE YOUR FUCKING FLASHLIGHT!"

The enthusiastic clamor has not soothed Tim's nerves at all. Now, he is very wired. Apprehension is crawling up his throat like a bad case of stomach bug. Just when he manages to straighten his stupid tail out, he's thoroughly blinded to the tune of further swearing.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?"

His shock and fear crash together. He chirps again before he can think to stop himself. He can't see, and he can't go anywhere, and there are two humans freaking out over the fact that he shouldn't exist. It's frightening. Tim would rather not admit as much, but he doesn't have a great deal of bearing on the situation, and he knows these two humans. They could easily overpower him if they wanted to. They don't seem to be relaxed around him as it is.

"Dick, you idiot, what are you doing?"

Through the glare, Tim can see the shadows shift into a silhouette. Getting closer, inch by inch. Terror spikes up his spine. Instinctively, he pushes back, shoving at the sand and flaring his fins in a poor attempt to hide the fact that he's cowering. Like a pup. He flares his fins and hisses. A reprise of the plan he made in his head. Sorta. He'd hyped himself up to be scarier.

"Oh shit!" The silhouette leaps away.

"What the fuck did you think was going to happen?"

"That's a fish person."

Tim hisses again, louder and angrier and curls up tighter. They're obviously spooked, so why won't they just leave? Everyone leaves except the people Tim wants to. He's no match for these humans. If they want to hurt him, they totally can and he'll be powerless to stop them.

"Yeah no shit---"

"Fish people aren't real!"

"Well obviously that's not true! Because I'm staring right at one and it's too ugly to be fake. What the hell is it on land fo---hey! Dick! Dumbass what are you doing?"

The silhouette begins to approach again, moving with newfound confidence, and Tim is running out of room to back away to. His tail smacks into the next rock in his attempt to retreat. No. This is bad. This is really bad. The human is closing in, and the glare of the light over his shoulder gives way enough for bare features to be visible. Warm skin, dark hair, wide, curious eyes. An inquisitive hand reaching out.

Tim doesn't make the conscious decision to snap at the human; it's an act fueled by fear and instinct alone, accompanied by a strained growl. Luckily, the human's reflexes are quick enough to avoid Tim's fangs. But he doesn't back off.

Tim can't help it. His bravado dissolves into a high, pitching trill. It's a sound meant to summon his pod, but it's a pup noise and Tim is not a pup, and there's no one nearby to answer him anyway. The thought scares him. He tries to shrink even further---maybe he can switch tactics. Maybe if they think he's nothing special, they'll get bored and wander away.

Oh, who is he kidding?

"Jason, turn the light off. You're scaring him."

"Geez, make up your mind!"

"It's just a kid!" The closer human snaps. "Look, he's practically shaking!"

"Didn't know fairytales had feelings." Jason grumbles, but then the glaring light clicks out, and Tim's eyeballs aren't under assault anymore.

His throat feels dry. His whole body feels dry. His eyes are warm. He's too exhausted to keep another depressing trill from slipping out.

"What's it doing up here? Aren't they supposed to live in the water?"

"Oh what are you, a cryptid expert now?"

"I read the little mermaid." Jason rejoins pettily.

"Maybe he's hurt."

Tim's vision starts to come back a tiny bit. He can see one human crouched right in front of him. The other is standing just behind his shoulder, and he looms over them both in a manner that makes Tim wish he'd chosen ripped fins and the short way to the water.

"Why don't you ask him, Dickface?"

What?

The intense gaze of the older human settles on Tim, though Tim is surprised to find it softened a bit and lacking any hostility.

"Hey kiddo, can you understand us?"

What's the point in asking? If they wanted to hurt him, they could just hurt him. It wouldn't matter whether he spoke their language or not, right? It shouldn't. It doesn't make sense for them to ask.

Tim is so caught off-guard by the directness that he fumbles through an answer before he can talk himself out of it. A nod first. Then he remembers how bad human vision is at night, and chirps out a small "Yeah."

"Oh shit, he can talk? You can talk?"

Tim's not sure how much farther he can shrink. "...yeah."

"Wow, okay."

"Are you hurt?"

Why would they want to know? Why do they care? it doesn't make sense. People don't just care for no reason.

"N-no but I---"

"Where are your parents?" Jason interjects. Tim can't tell, but it looks like the tall human is scowling.

It'd be a smart idea to lie. Right? If they did want to hurt Tim, he could fabricate some story about his strong intimidating parents coming to his rescue, and maybe the humans would let him go. The truth might have the opposite effect. But Tim is too tired to make a convincing lie; he knows that much.

"Traveling." He says. "They said I'm old enough to take care of mys---eep!"

Suddenly, Tim is very very far from the ground and chirping all of his distress about it. There are arms around him. He's being carried. He's moving so fast, the ground is speeding away under his tail at a dizzying pace.

"Like I needed an excuse." Jason grumbles, and the sound vibrates straight through Tim's shoulders.

"What?"

The shadow flickering in his peripheral is very energetic and sounds like the older human. "I'm Dick." He chirps back, somehow keeping pace with Jason, who must be moving at the speed of light. "Don't worry, your adoption isn't official until Bruce meets you."

"Ado---what? Wait, this is kidnapping!" Tim does his best to physically protest, but in the end he's glad Jason doesn't drop him. That's a long way to fall and Tim's fins might not survive the distance. "I have parents! Let me go!"

"Your parents let you get stranded on the beach in the middle of the night?"

No, no that's Tim's fault, not theirs! He should have been more careful. He shouldn't be on land in the first place. "It's not their fault. I was being stupid! I---"

"Are your scales supposed to be this dry?"

Tim cows at the question. They wouldn't be. If he'd stayed in the water like a smart little mer. He's old enough to know better. To do better. It's what's expected of him.

"No." His voice sounds small.

Jason snorts. "Wow. Dad's going to love you."

"We have a really big pool in our house!" Dick offers cheerily. "Saltwater, of course. It's got tons of realistic decorations you'll probably appreciate. And Alfred makes the best snacks---when we get home we can probably bother him for some. What's your name, by the way?"

They've reached the smooth stretch of sand. Behind the humans, Tim can see the rocks growing smaller and smaller as they fade from view. He still can't find a reason to lie.

"My name's Tim."

[pinktie]

Have you noticed any kind of pattern in when KID writes his notices in code?

I like it as Nakamori often solves them just in time with the task force but they still take time for even Conan to figure out. Conan only met KID intentionally because the code interested him.

He uses them in heists occasionally like the Clock Tower and he wrote/spoke in code as Setou Mizuki to help Lupin the dog (it also proved he can solve them too).

But his notices and responses to challenges are mostly simple. Though he often speaks in a roundabout way with flowery language it's not quite talking in riddles. He's silver-tongued in his own right, good at talking a lot without saying much (convinced multiple good and clever people he's relatively harmless so they are more rivals than enemies who see him as a mystery more than a threat), he rarely reveals his own thoughts or how much he does or doesn't know and when he does it's hard to take seriously/he could be acting.

The pattern seems to be that he will direct your attention to specific places where he wants to.

For example, the Black Star heist, he made an intricate riddle so that it would take Nakamori and his team times to focus on it instead of the Black Star. That way, there won't be too much security around for him to investigate the jewelry, and most people won't realize it was fake.

Or when he said he would walk, most would expect him to be on the ground only for him to be on air. This is why he has time to act and less security to deal with.

So yeah, if he wants you to stay focused somewhere, he'll be straightforward. But when he gives a riddle, it means he wants you to seek him out while allowing himself time to do his thing.

Side note: I think this is what makes the Kirin horn heist unique because he uses his habit of leaving riddles for Jirokichi to be manipulated and brought the Detective Boys. Not knowing that is what he wants.

[safetycar-restart]

sub!charles thought: list of 5 ways you protect and/or comfort him, especially back at home, with charles hesitant to be the center of attention and rather wanting to please his domme instead like the absolute sweetest baby bee he is 🐝♡ - george’s long legs anon [hi, i'm new here!!]

Hello!! Welcome welcome!!! I fucking love that you just call yourself George's long legs 😂😂 might I suggest 👕 as your emoji I tag with due to George's inability to wear a shirt or perhaps just 🇬🇧? Let me know!! But anyway I love this idea so much!!! I'm gonna number them 1-5 and say a bit about each idea, so that my other anons can add their two cents if they'd like :))

KNEELING:

Making Charles kneel is always the best way to comfort him and to protect him. He feels so safe when he kneels for you, like nothing can reach him and his mind is finally quiet.

You often wrap him in a blanket, letting him hold it tight and kneel on a soft pillow. He feels so good like that. You play with his hair or let him suckle on your fingers.

At first you always have to be the one to suggest it to Charles, and he always gets so relieved when you do. But over time he learns to suggest it himself. He'll come home from a stressful day and go straight to the cupboard to fetch his kneeling pillow and maybe his soft blanket. it's the perfect way to calm him before bed.

2. GIVE HIM TASKS:

Charles wants to feel like a good boy, and most of the time when he needs comfort, what he actually needs is to feel good about himself?? To feel like a good sub.

So you give him some very simple tasks. They aren't much, and you make sure that they're tasks he will definitely be able to do. Ask him to wash the dishes, or to change into specific clothes, or to take a shower, or to help you get dressed.

The tasks ground him so much, allow him to focus on something specifically because his dom had instructed him to do. He feels like such a good boy, obeying all his dom's instructions and getting tons of praise for it afterwards.

3. HANDFEED HIM:

Charles has always adored when you hand feed him. It makes him feel so small and so, so safe? His absolute favourite is when he gets to sit on your lap while you feed him. Kneeling at your side is nice too course, but sitting on your lap is the absolute best.

He feels so happy and comfy, enjoying every bite you give him and kissing your jaw and neck whenever you feed yourself.

It's something you do often with him, but every single time feels like a special treat. Whenever you can see that Charles is getting overwhelmed, you take his hand and promise him that you'll hand feed him dinner that night. It always helps him relax so much and gets him through the day.

4. TAKE HIS CLOTHES:

Ok ok bare with me on this one. Often when Charles is feeling stressed, he just wants you take control for a while. He wants to feel completely safe but also vulnerable?

So you take his clothes. He doesn't get to wear anything at all. He feels like he's serving you, because he's listening to your orders and being a good boy, but he also feels the right amount of vulnerable with it.

It's also oddly comforting to know that you can see all of him? That he can't hide from you at all? You're so soft with him of course, letting him cuddle you and praising him and making all the decisions for him.

5. TAKE HIS PHONE:

I've said before that Charles struggles with boundaries. Many of his friends act entitled to his time and he really struggles to say no to them. Often after a stressful day, he just wants to curl up with you and relax, but he'll struggle so much to say if a friend asks to come over or invites him out.

When you can tell he's really stressed, you tell him to give you his phone. If a friend invites him out or asks to come over, you'll respond and politely tell them that Charles has plans already. Of course if there's any important messages, then you'll let Charles know.

But not having to worry about responding to people, knowing that he won't have to see anyone else, that it'll just be you and him for the rest of the night? Incredible. It lets him calm down and just enjoy his time with you.

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

Patchy, my love, you’re always spreading positivity on the dash and making people feel so good, so I’m here to talk about YOU!!! I want to know alll about how your f/o’s spoil you. Is one better than all the rest at knowing what you need and when you need it? Is someone really good at football rubs while another is better at praising you? I WANNA KNOOOOW.

Also, I love you 💚

I'm a pretty simple lady, with simple needs so I feel they're all really good at giving me what I need when I need it (communication is key!)

But you're right, I do feel some are better than others in terms of their love language! I truly think Sero (and Nanami/Ushijima/Gyomei) is amazing at acts of service. If he knows I'm having a rough day, he'll clean up, do the dishes, and do something like giving me a footrub, or cuddling me close and playing with my hair!

Others, like Bokuto (Rengoku) are just balls of positivity, and they will showcase their love in terms of hugs and kisses and what have you, they sometimes lack the discipline to really focus on a task if energy levels are high - that being said, they will sing off roof tops praise and adoration. Anyone that knows him, will know who I am by proxy by how much he talks about me so whenever I am feeling down, he's the go-to to help lift my spirits up! (and you know he ain't gonna stop until I 100% agree with what he's saying)

And there are some, like Shouto and Atsumu, who would do a mix of the two. I feel like as they do the service they will be saying sweet things (not like the others wouldn't!!) but I think they would have to express FULLY how much I mean to them and it becomes almost a love bomb in a way (the good kind)

So yeah!

[lorelodge]

Acts of Service + Words of Affirmation for Felix

headcanons based on the 5 love languages // accepting

Words of Affirmation

does your muse like giving compliments? 

For sure, especially when it's his s/o. He's not particularly flowery with his words. Most of his compliments are very basic (eg. "you have good taste", "you're so talented", etc) They're simple & to the point, but they get his point across.

how easy is it for your muse to say ‘ i love you’?

... medium?? Lol. I don't think it's necessarily difficult. He tells his sisters & mum he loves them. When it comes to an s/o that's a bit scarier. I think he's a bit afraid that he'll find out they don't love him back.

what is one compliment your muse is dying to hear?

That tattoo of luigi's mustache that you have on the small of your back is sexy, actually." -- I'm joking (mostly...). I don't think there is something specific he is dying to hear. But, as far as words from his s/o go, I think he would like to be told that he was right to leave home. That it's okay to focus on himself for a change.

what is something your muse loves being praised for?

If you tell him he's a good boy Felix will melt, actually. Whether it's friends, family, or an s/o, Felix gives himself to the people he loves. In turn, he expects the same. Not necessarily to the same degree (at least not always) or the same way, but he does expect it. Telling him you appreciate him. That he's a good son, brother, boyfriend, etc is a sure fire way to get him to smile. He just... likes his efforts to be genuinely acknowledged.

Acts of Service

does your muse like it when people do work for them? 

Yes, but he doesn't expect it. Quite the opposite. If his s/o does one of his chores or runs an errand he immediately surprise pikachu's at them. He's very used to doing these things for himself & others, having someone else take the reigns for a change is oddly nice. But, also, if he sees you doing it then he'll likely help on instinct.

does your muse enjoy giving people a hand with work?

I don't know if "enjoy" is the right word. He helps because he cares about the person, enjoys spending time with them, and wants to make their life easier. Being able to take a bit of stress off his s/o makes him happy.

what acts of service would your muse appreciate the most?

Stuff that is a combination of acts of service & physical affection (eg. washing his hair) will make him melt. When his s/o does little things around the house like dropping off the mail on their way out or picking up groceries without him asking. Just small housekeeping tasks, most of which he's done all his life. It's the anticipation of a need that really stands out to him and always makes him soft.

what is one chore your muse would prefer someone else do for them?

Taking the trash out. Why is it that because he's the only man in the house he has become the designated garbage man? Yes, the dumpster is stinky & gross. What makes you think he wants to touch it any more than you do.

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Affection - How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?

He's a very tactile man, a hand on your back or arm, the side of his body pressed into yours. He likes to just be with you so expect him to want to hang out without doing much. If you listen to him for ten minutes, he will give you his ear for the whole day.

Best friend - What would they be like as a best friend?

The best, call him at one in the morning? He's there. Need him to help you hide a body? He's there. Want some really werid fruit that you can't find anywhere? He'll show up at your door with a whole crate and a boyish smile. All he asks in return is your company.

Cuddles - Would they like to cuddle? How do they cuddle?

All the time! He likes to make you feel safe and feel safe in return so lots of spooning and burying one's face into the others person's chest.

Domestic - Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?

He's a domestic Goddess, he will cook you a three course meal then leave the kitchen clear enough that you could eat off the floor.

Ever After - What would their wedding look like?

Something somewhere cold, he would only want his friends and loved ones there and only enough people so he could thank everyone for coming. It would be a small, quiet affair that would focus on how much you loved each other.

Fiance(e) - How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?

Once he loves and trusts you and knows you're not going anywhere, pretty soon. If he hasn't put a ring on it in two years, he's probably not going to.

Gentle - How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?

Softer than the fallen snow, he won't raise his voice at you, let alone his fists.

Hugs - Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?

He will overwhelm you with hugs, good long ones that make you feel safe, his arms are the perfect place to bo no matter the situation.

I love you - How fast do they say the L-word?

He knows almost right away but he won't say it until he knows you're staying for good.

Jealousy - How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?

More insecure than jealous but once he knows you're not going anywhere, he's possessive.

Kisses - What are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?

Soft and yielding, he likes to lead but not rush, it's going to be a journey with him. Everywhere but mainly on the face and hands. His tattoos and scars, his face, his chest.

Little ones - How are they around children?

Soft and quiet, he's the gentle adult that sits are reads with a kid or teaches them how to do something simple like sewing.

Morning - How are mornings spent with them?

Coffee, a joint and cuddles.

Open - When would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?

It takes a while but once the door opens it pours out.

Patience - How easily angered are they?

He has the patience of a saint, it takes so so much to anger him that you sometimes think he's a monk.

Quizzes - How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?

All the things, he knows what you like and what you need because he listens to everything you say.

Remember - What is their favourite moment in your relationship?

The first time you told him you loved him and he believed it.

Security - How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?

Very protective, he will go from teddy bear to real bear if something happens to you. He won't say it but he loves it when you stand up from him.

Try - How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?

So much, he will make everything feel special in the best way possible. In everyday, he would take the time to make sure it's to his standard.

Unusual - What's a little quirk of theirs?

He has to have a snack with him anytime he smokes or eats an edible, he has one sweet and one savoury so he can satisfy any little craves until you can get him something.

Virtuous - What morals with they refuse to break?

He's not hurting women, animals or children no matter what.

Whole - Would they feel incomplete without you?

Yep, his world becomes nothing but you once he knows his heart is safe with you.

Xtra - What's something small they do for you?

He makes sure to get extra pumps of your favourite flavour syrup in your coffee.

Yearning - What's something they need from a person?

Reassurance, he needs to hear how much you love him and that you're never going to leave.

Zzz - What is a sleep habit of theirs?

He sleeps best with you there and when he's taken weed, sometimes he has trouble falling asleep and nightmares but he tries his best because he starts to struggle without enough sleep.

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could u pretty please write some headcannons on dating gareth ? or just hanging out with him? i know it’s vague but i am willing to take anything you’ll give lmao

So I wrote this in one sitting after I saw this, so I can't promise any order to these or that they're super good, but I do enjoy these and had fun writing them, so I hope you enjoy reading them! (I might come back and add more tomorrow if I can think of anything else)

Also! I have more Gareth headcanons here and here if you're interested in those!

So hanging out with Gareth would be...an experience to say the least

Ofc everyone knows that he's like super chaotic and stuff and sometimes your hangouts are chaotic

He'll invite you to band practice and let you play his kit, whooping about how good you are and how much better you are than the rest of the bandmates

But you also have quiet hangouts

At some point in your relationship, you realize that if you sit with him and quietly play with his hair, he immediately calms down. Sometimes he'll fall asleep

It's handy when you're watching movies, you sit behind him with him between your legs, just slowly combing your fingers through his hair to calm him down

So sometimes when you hang out, you read

You two relax on the bed, with his back against your chest, your fingers combing through his curls

He reads the book aloud to you, whatever he picks off the shelf, or what you have in your bag

Gareth may not seem it, but he does actually enjoy literature

Can't stand the classics though, except a select few

He enjoyed the Hobbit, you made him read it

(He had told Eddie no for the longest time)

The Lord of The Rings would have bored him though, because of how fast his mind works and how fast he switches from task to task

But if you read it to him, he'll listen

Oh also

He prefers to read out loud because it helps him focus, especially when he reads to you

If you're the one reading, he needs to be doing something else to stop from getting bored

(this is why he annotates and writes in his books when he reads alone, it helps him focus)

But when Gareth reads, he does different voices for all the characters

Sometimes it's just silly and he's doing it to be obnoxious/funny

And sometimes he's really into it and he does the voices, iterating what he thinks they sound like

You two could sit and read all afternoon if his attention span allows it

If his mind is particularly loud, his body jittery with more energy than he knows to do with, you go out

Mainly for hikes through the woods

And I mean actually hikes, not a simple stroll through the woods, he needs to exert himself and get that energy out

You're just happy to come along with him

(Plus he has a habit of forgetting water and food, so you have to bring them along)

He's fond of picnics

So when you go out to hike, sometimes you stop in a particularly pretty spot and sit down and eat

You talk about nothingness while time wanes on, enjoying each other's company

Once you two found a spot with a bunch of flowers and you made him a flower crown

You cherish that memory

If you hang out with the others, he's much more rowdy

He teases you a lot more and is more outgoing when it comes to PDA

He definitely shows you off, and tried to make the others jealous by claiming you're the best partner

You play into it and are extra loving towards him

When you're with the others outside of band practice or school or D&D, Gareth usually suggests getting food

So you all cram in different cars and meet up at a diner

You and Gareth usually manage to snag a booth by yourselves

But when you don't, you sit across from each other

(You totally play footsie until one of you ends up getting kicked. Either by each other or by an exasperated hellfire member)

One time it was Mike who did the kicking groaning about how gross couples were

You and Gareth were overly obnoxious that time just to bother him

With a prestigious name like Gareth Benjamin Emerson II, he's ofc got money

His parents are bigshot lawyers up in the city

(he technically lives alone bc they're always so busy but that just means you can stay over more)

His house ends up the designated hang out spot during the summer, because he's got good air conditioning and a pool

You one hundred percent push each other in the pool

You do the thing

Where Gareth pushes you in, and when he offers a hand to help you out, you pull him in

Games of chicken are great

You two are always triumphant, mostly because you cheat

Even when you cheat against Eddie and Steve, who are the kings of playing dirty

Sometimes you can push them into the water before they get you guys

It's always fun, and you're always laughing when you're with him

It doesn't really what you're doing when you hang out, being close to each other is enough

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Hey I hope you're doing well! If its alright I wanted to request what you think the merc's love languages would be and a few things they like their partner to do that fall under that language. I didn't see any rules so I apologize if this something you won't do. Thank you in advance! Have a great day!

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Mercs' Love Languages

Scout: Quality time. Growing up as the youngest of eight boys all competing for attention meant that he was sometimes overlooked. He grew to understand why as he got older, and eventually learned to not hold it against his family. But even still, it left a desire in him for someone to actively want to spend time with him. So when someone finally shows up and gives him their undivided attention unprovoked, it almost takes him off guard.

Soldier: Quality time. Soldier is a man of will, a man of focus and endurance. He never really seemed to notice (or care) when people couldn't keep up with him. It never bothered him, and how could it when there was whatever task at hand? But in the rare occasion when he runs into someone who not only gives him their time, but faithfulness through it all as well, it serves as a nice reminder that sometimes it really is better when you have someone watching your back.

Pyro: Words of affirmation. Pyro might not be the one to dish out words of affirmation (that anyone can understand at least), but that doesn't mean he won't gush when he's on the receiving end of things. All it takes is a simple 'Hey, nice work there bud!' for him to go from a regular old Pyro to singlehandedly capping the point, stealing the intel, and scorching the entire enemy team in one go. The whole team made a mental note on him from that day on: Positive reinforcement = good Pyro.

Demo: Physical Touch. Demo's got a real rough n' tumble way of showing affection. From back slaps to bear hugs, if he's fond of you, you'll know it. Every once in a while he needs to be reminded to dial it back a bit lest he accidentally really hurt someone, but his whole heart is always in every gesture. And believe me, that man's got a lotta heart.

Heavy: Quality time. Heavy's not big on conversation but that doesn't mean he can't enjoy people's company. Chess games, cooking, matches, you name it. He just likes to be in the presence of others without necessarily having to interact, it establishes a kind of bond that wouldn't otherwise happen. He's learned the people he spends the most time with are the people he loves the most, and he spends most of his time with his team.

Engie: Acts of service. Engie knows how hard it is to make things happen from firsthand experience. He's usually the first to volunteer whenever something needs to get done on base or some mess needs to be cleaned up. He very rarely complains, it's just his way of showing how much he appreciates his team. Because of this, he knows how much people love him when he walks into a spotless workshop or finds his tools meticulously cleaned.

Medic: Words of affirmation. Medic is the kinda guy who absorbs everything that's said about him, positive or negative, and ruminates on it all day. If it's something negative, he'll let it fester and fill him with spite to prove whatever was said about him wrong. But if it's a compliment or kind word from a friend, he'll secretly gush about it all day, carefully filing it away in his heart to pull out periodically during his work. When things get tough, he opens up his mental stash of memories to give him that little boost he needs to get through.

Sniper: Physical touch. This one isn't nice so much as it is unfortunate. See, Sniper isn't the kinda guy to willingly accept affection like most people. Be it he's shy or a little too proud and professional to go about gettin' all sappy with people. So when someone shows him they care in such a direct matter, it usually puts him at an internal conflict with wanting to simultaneously accept it and push it away. He'll cringe at first, but then he'll lean into it against his subconscious need for space. Most people don't know what to do with that so they often refrain from touching him in the first place. Poor guy.

Spy: Gifts. Most people may chalk it up to materialism but it couldn't be further from the truth. To Spy, gifts are another language, a way to express emotions when words don't do it justice. He couldn't care less about how much they cost. The best ones to him are toiled over, like someone had a unique message in mind. They're laced with meaning and usually handmade, actual showings of affection. If not, he'd rather not receive anything at all.

Hope you enjoyed it 💛