#give HIM TO ME

[draculasfavoritewife]

Distracted

Summary: When Frank calls you during a mission after an extended period of radio silence, what could possibly make him break his own no-contact rule?

Pairing: Frank Castle x fem!Reader

Warnings: Some language; this is practically just phone sex in every way except for me explicitly stating so ;)

I think I just need to accept at this point that my Frank fics will always get away from me in the end. This one started on the 🤭 side of the scale and by the time I reached the end it had somehow reached unprecedented levels of 🥵. In any case, I love the idea of normally taciturn Frank missing talking to reader and just calling her up out of the blue to tell her that. And then I guess everything just devolved from there, as it so often does.

When you answered your phone, your heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was trying to escape from your body right through your chest wall.

He never called.

Had something gone so horribly wrong that he needed to say goodbye?

"Frank?!"

"Hey there, pretty girl." His voice sounded bone-tired, but warm with affection, and your panic started to subside. "Didn't mean to scare you."

"It's okay," you had murmured. "You just know how I worry."

"I do." The rough laugh on the other side of the line turns your insides into a melting mess. "Just needed to hear my girl's voice for a minute. Long day."

You lie back on the bed again, letting out a quiet breath of relief.

"I miss you, tough guy."

He hums wordlessly in acknowledgement, and you can imagine him settling back against a wall somewhere, finally letting his overexerted body relax.

"Tell me what you're wearing?"

He sounds softer now, almost a little hesitant. "I wanna picture what you look like right now."

Heat rushes to your face. "Nothing special. Just one of your shirts I uh...'borrowed'. I hope that's okay."

There's silence for a moment on the other end, then a sharp hissing sound that you imagine must be him sucking in a breath between his teeth.

"Shit, baby, lookin' like that without me there to see it? You know how I feel about you wearin' my stuff. Goddammit."

You smile and stroke the threadbare fabric between your fingers. "I know, Frank, I'm sorry. But it smells like you, and I missed you so bad today. It helps me sleep at night when you're not here with me."

He chuckles softly, a deep rumbling that you feel all the way in the pit of your chest even through the phone's less-than-ideal sound quality. "Alright, alright. Which one?"

"Black. Slightly thicker fabric, buttoned collar." You tap the worn-smooth buttons with your fingertips as you say the words, an unconscious fidgeting habit.

"That old one with the holes in the sleeves?" He's way too good at this, guessed exactly which piece you would've taken refuge in during his absence.

"Damn, Frank," you breathe out, shocked at his accuracy. "How'd you tell?" He does own at least four different shirts that match the brief description you'd given.

You hear him grunt, probably a blend of approval and the soreness that comes from doing god-knows-what for the past few days. "You like that one. Only reason it's still in the closet, to tell the truth. Would've thrown it out a long time ago otherwise."

A flood of memories rushes through your mind: cuddling up to him, in bed, on the couch, his hands in your hair and his lips brushing your forehead, warm and safe in the folds of this very same shirt. "I'm really glad you kept it, then."

"I am too." A long sigh, and the rustling sounds of his large body shifting position. "Your hair up or down?"

The warmth rapidly returns to your face. Is what you think is happening actually happening?

You wouldn't have guessed Frank was an over-the-phone kind of guy, he prefers to be hands-on in every aspect of his life, but the two of you had spent so much time together lately, maybe the separation is getting to him, too.

"It's down. I took a shower earlier and wanted to let it air dry for a bit." Your voice comes out soft, vulnerable as you answer him and lean further into the pillows behind you.

"Mmm. You know if I was there I'd help you get all the tangles out, yeah?"

You shiver at the thought of his big hands in your hair, those long, dexterous fingers patiently combing their way through, their passage sometimes halting where your comb had missed a spot. "You say that now, Castle, but how do I know you wouldn't be putting more tangles in?"

His taken-off-guard laugh rasps in your ear. "Hey now, you watch that pretty mouth of yours. Don't taunt me like that." A brief moment of consideration, a heavy pause as he imagines you on top of him, that damn shirt swallowing your figure and your teasing face looking down into his. "Maybe I would."

"Thought so." You stick the fingers of your free hand through the aforementioned holes in his shirt. "I hate this bed, Frankie."

"Yeah? Why's that? Don't be a smartass now, I practically built that bed for you."

"It's too big and empty without you." You channel all of the sad, bratty tone you can possibly muster into that simple sentence.

"Christ."

You're not quite sure if the strain you hear running beneath his voice comes from exhaustion or something else you're starting. "My girl's lonely there all by herself, huh?"

"Yeah. I need you to come back, Frank."

"Shit, I know, Sweetheart. I know. I need you, too." His breath hitches, barely noticeable but you know him, and you catch it.

"You lonely without me too, tough guy?"

He hums, a non-answer, deliberately drawing the conversation out. "Look, I like bashing faces in as much as the next guy, but the people I'm after are a little bit lacking in the affection department."

You put the phone down, switching it to speaker mode and settling into a better position. "So you're touch-starved, is what I'm hearing."

You know he must be scowling and shaking his head at the accusation on the other end of the line. "Nah, I wouldn't say that, exactly --"

"Well I am." Your admission comes out as little more than a breathy sigh. "Do you have any idea how hard that is?"

He only snorts at that, and you feel gratified that the implication landed.

"I can't even watch TV at night without wishing your hand was here resting on my thigh like usual," you tell him wistfully.

A long, huffed-out exhale precedes his next words, and you grin wickedly at the sound. "Yeah, Sweetheart. I miss how you count all my scars when we're just lyin' in bed and neither of us can sleep."

"You got any new ones for me?"

The unsteadiness is completely impossible to keep out of your own voice now as you close your eyes, remembering how it feels when his hands are the ones touching you instead.

"Probably." A sharp intake of air interrupts him for a brief moment. "Not gonna tell you where, though. I'll let you find 'em all on your own when I get back."

Your entire body shudders violently at such an invitation. "I will, Frankie. I'll find all of your new scars, I promise. I'll kiss 'em for you, too -- maybe even bite 'em, if they're in good places."

"Shit."

There's a sudden vacuum left in the air between you after his sharply spat expletive, only the uneven rhythm of two people dozens of miles apart trying to catch their breath breaking the delicate silence. You pick your phone up again and bring it close to your face so you can hear his breathing right in your ear; if you keep your eyes shut, you can almost imagine he's right there in the bed with you.

"You're dangerous, you know that," he mutters after a bit. "Got me all distracted out here like some asshole amateur."

"Hey, you called me," you point out, warmth pouring into your contrary words. "I know you're not completely naive, Castle."

"Ah, get off my ass. Was a momentary lapse in judgement, s'all. Happens to the best of us."

"Mmhmm." You trace a small heart on the blanket next to the phone. "Right. Well, you better get back here soon then, and avoid any more mistakes like this, huh?"

"I will." His promise is gentle, but steel-hard with sheer conviction underneath.

"Won't be long, baby girl. Can't wait to have you with me for real again."

[djarinova]

matching jewellery

what kind of matching jewellery i imagine the lads guys would like because i cant stop thinking about this . like.. i went to bed and woke up and it was Still plaguing me - lads x reader

Xavier — matching rings, but specifically matching rings on your pinky finger. he wants you both to be wearing the same style ring, on the same finger, on the same hand. the rings are silver, and i think he likes a slightly thicker band, but not a big chunky thing, with a little diamond star on it. he also gifts it to you with a tiny engraved 'X' on the inside of the band (and of course, his has your full name initials on the inside too).

Caleb — matching chains. i may be drawing from his canon use of dog tags here but idk man, something about him always wearing a chain you got him, and him getting to see the same chain around your neck every time he sees you. it makes him feel a little bit crazy. the chains are the same style, but his is slightly longer and has larger links than yours. he likes that yours is a little more delicate than his and i dont think he's too fussed about a particular metal or colour, whatever you'd prefer (although im leaning a lighter shade of gold..)

Rafayel — matching charms. these can go on a necklace or a bracelet, or even a keychain (although he will get pouty if you put it on a keychain and then he will buy you another for a piece of jewellery you actually wear on your person). i think once you have one charm he's more likely to gift you more and more, so you end up having to wear a charm bracelet even if you initially wore the charm on a necklace. it's not his fault he wants you to wear an 'R' around your neck or that this little starfish reminded him of you or that the strawberry is as sweet as your kisses...

Sylus — matching rings. unlike xavier i don't think sylus needs you to wear the ring on the same finger as him, he prefers to wear his on his left thumb but he wants you to wear yours wherever is comfortable, although i do think he would get a little lovesick and gooey if you were to wear yours on your right hand fourth finger (as a symbol of what's to come...). im torn on what metal type he'd want to wear (maybe even a black band), i think he wouldn't necessarily need to match with you in that sense, he wants you to wear the metal type that you want, but he is insistent on your rings sharing the same design and style—they have a tapered band that leads to an engraved feather cross instead of a gemstone.

Zayne — matching bracelets. he likes the simplicity and elegance. he also loves to help you put it on when the two of you are going out for a date evening, it makes his heart beat a little faster when you turn your wrist towards him and look at him with pleading eyes. he's the one to gift it to you, for Christmas, and the image of him going to a store and sorting through each design and asking for an engraving is making me feel insane. the engraving says "all my love is yours" and it's written on a plaque type thing that sits between the two ends of the chain.

[eddiesghxst]

just an fyi that eddie is a panty sniffer

in the sense that when he gets himself down between your thighs, ready to devour you, he will always make the time to press his nose against your panties right where that cute little wet spot of your arousal is and breathe in so deep you’d think it was his last breath. his eyes roll back and his fingers curl into the fat of your thighs everytime and he curses under his breath because he swears he could get off just from smelling you, but you’re so needy, tugging at his hair and squirming against him— begging him to quit being the little fucking perv he is and just fucking lick you.

ugh, fine. he’ll sniff them later while you’re in the shower <3

[j-jinxee]

[ ⟡​ ] — KEEP QUIET,,

NSFW under the cut! ⊹ Nijiro x Reader

[warnings — quickie, p in v, unprotected, swearing, cumming inside, semi public]

-,' syn – Nijiro needs an outlet for his adrenaline. Shooting fight scenes as Kazutora and then having to wait for others to shoot theirs, it's throwing him off more than usual tonight.

[AN] no cuz guys, Nijiro literally never shows his arms. Like bro is always wearing long sleeves, jackets, or yk just baggy shirts in general. So this 40 second clip of him (where he's literally just in his own little world on the TR set) WEARING A SINGLET like I can't deal fr, I feel like a Victorian man seeing a woman's ankles for the first time, like it's driving me up the wall.

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"mm-ngh! Niji, fuck" your small whines were quickly silenced by Nijiro's hand covering your mouth. He had previously swept you away from the set, you weren't acting in the Tokyo Revengers movie but since your boyfriend was, you watched from behind the camera with the rest of the crew. It was so cool seeing your boyfriend in his element, you usually weren't allowed to be with the crew since you don't actually work for them, but the TR production was pretty laid back and let you stay to watch. Which is what you were doing, until about 5 minutes ago.

Nijiro was frustrated with the way they were filming. Usually they'd film a single characters scenes all at once, so they wouldn't have their actors coming on and off constantly, but for some reason they changed it for tonight. The night where Nijiro had to film his biggest fight scene.

It was really pissing him off, the way he'd get fully committed to the character, and then be told to go off and take 5 because they needed to shoot someone else. Why would they change the formula? It was perfect the way it was, now the production will suffer.

And above all else, Nijiro was told to take 5 right when his adrenaline would reach its peak. Naturally, he needed an outlet, a way to keep his energy up. Luckily, his favourite thing to put his energy into was standing right infront of him.

"keep quiet f'me baby.." he whispered, gently covering your mouth with his hand. The only lighting in the bathroom being from the dim street lamps outside, increasing the secretive atmosphere. You were pinned against the bathroom wall as Niji buried himself in your cunt, practically imprinting his shape into your walls. Your eyes travelled down to his arms, fuck. You mentally thank the costume team for finally getting Nijiro to wear a singlet, he never wore shirts that showed off his arms, so you made sure to remember this session over the rest. His sweat gleamed in the faint warm light, decorating his neck and collarbones, your eyes fixated on his fake neck tattoo. Fuck, you'd have to convince him to cosplay or something after this, the sight mixed with the pleasure he gave you was making your head spin.

His arms and shoulders flexed with each thrust as he held you up by your thighs, fucking into you like this was the last time he'd ever get. It took everything in you not to scream out his name, along with a nicely crafted string of cuss words, letting everyone hear how good he fucks you. Small whimpers were the most you could let out, not wanting Niji to get punished for having a quickie mid set.

"You're so good f'me... fuck baby" His voice was intoxicating, his touch made you feel ways you've never felt before. Your arms rested over his shoulders, not that they needed to — his strong hold kept you up with no issue. You were sure that if he fucked you any harder, you'd end up bringing down the wall you were currently pinned up against. He felt the need to groan louder, feeling it build — his mouth soon found your neck, sucking on your sweet spots, only bringing you closer to the edge.

You felt Nijiro's hips stutter, followed by his teeth digging into your skin a little harder than before.

"m-mmh cum, cum with me baby" His hot breath laced your jawline as he rutted into you faster than ever. Feeling that familiar knot in your stomach about to snap, you couldn't stay silent anymore.

"mmh- cumming.. cummingcummingcummi- ahh!" You cried into his neck. Shortly met with the feeling of your walls being painted by Niji's hot white seed, filling you up, keeping you warm. You could swear you saw heaven for a second, his touch made you drunk, reaching a state of euphoria you could never get anywhere else.

His arms gently let you back down, still keeping you steady with your bodies pressed together as you could barely stand. Whispering sweet praises in your ear as his hand went down to fuck his cum back into you, not letting any leak out. You smiled weakly as his words laced your eardrums, almost forgetting he was in the middle of his job.

"Nijiro! Wherever you are, you're back on in two." The director shouted.

"Fuck, 'm sorry baby. I'll take care of you when we're home ok? I love you" He said, getting his pants back on at the speed of light. Not bothering to wash his hands, but instead resorting to licking your combined juices off his fingers, and with a quick kiss to your cheek, he was gone.

You knew he'd keep his word, now all you'd have to do was wait till you got home to recieve his aftercare.

can't wait.

[deviouz]

Imagine, sex with Jason and he's loud. And I mean loud loud. He's whining, whimpering, and doing literally everything just get you to do more to him, whatever you want just do more to him

THIS ‼️‼️

adding a cut bc i am an absolute fiend for one (1) jason todd (:<

it gets so much worse when he’s underneath you too. like, one hand on your hip with his other arm thrown over his eyes because it’s just too much for him to handle. cheeks all flushed and mouth left agape while he pants and whines and begs and pleads, occasionally dropping in praise after praise because he’s obsessed with how your hips stutter.

and because i’m a switch jason todd truther (!!!!), imagine how flustered he would get when you lean over him and pin his hands above his head? he’s more than capable of breaking free (have you seen his arms, oh my god) but he stays put because he just wants to be good for you ):

“c’mon, jay, tell me what you want. you can do that, can’t you?”

he’d look up at you with hazy eyes and a pleasure-struck expression, gasping when you rolled your hips just right. it’s taking every ounce of willpower he has to not buck his hips up into your addictive heat. surely you recognize that. you can see how good he’s being for you, right? won’t you relent a little?

“ah, fuck,” he gives a full-bodied shudder when you giggle at him, “anything, i want anything. please, angel, just use me-”

[notmusa]

ok i have searched far & wide for a stitch plush that met my requirements & have found NONE!!! so i drew this. my ideal stitch plush would have the following:

-alien form!! all six limbs baby, let my boy live his life

-full round head. no flat faces. not allowed

-open mouth!! show off them chompers. absolutely no flat felt teeth here, those are sad and wrong

-weighted floppy body fulla beans in the extremities & base. no stiff poses! this is a toy to play with, not a collectible to put on a shelf (but u can put him on a shelf if u want)

-ears gotta stick up somehow, they are not pancakes

disney pls respond

[plutotheplum]

domestic!sylus you have my entire heart <3

HE IS SO GOOFY BUT HANDSOME RAHHHHH and the card is free??? 🙂‍↕️

[flaredcfan]

How is there zero fics of him as of late. Minimal edits too, not counting the ones where he gets pancaked by Jayce 😭😭

How is no one else attracted to the feminine way he carries himself, how he makes a clear effort to look physically perfect, the sass, the arrogance? Poor thing, so easily manipulated, so easily controlled... Ambessa dangled the sweetest of fruits in front of him, just out of reach... And just when he wanted it enough, salivating for it... Well.

He deserves better okay>:( he was finally getting more screen time.

[senipsenipsenip]

“Grunkle Stan wasn’t hot until the zombie episode” have we been watching the same title sequence

[im-trying-my-best-yall]

theres an empty pit in my chest and i think fucking that lanky ginger man would fill it immediately

[slowcatsisland]

Dracule Mihawk; Ideal Type Deep Dive

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A/N: this is prolly a little OOC and a little bias on my part so apologies if you think so too

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Think Morticia and Gomez Addams

Mihawk would like someone that matches his dark and aloof aura

Mihawk is rather disengaged and bored of just about everything in life, but his lover is the one thing that he is engrossed by. I’m talking obsession, like a couple that’s too in love with each other that no one else is in the room with them.

Mihawk would be drawn to something with intense, dark features like darker hair and eyes. Sucker for lipstick, any shade of red. Black lipstick is one of his favorites too.

Mihawk would need to be with someone that can hold their own. His partner needs to be able to fight and be strong enough to defend themselves in a majority of scenarios.

Mihawk lives for thrill whether he admits it or not. His partner and him in a wild love chase *chef’s kiss*. Someone who can match his ‘cat and mouse’ energy and be frisky with him. Someone that likes to mess around with him and ignite their relationship. Be that some caresses then a smooth exit out the door or challenging him to something, he’s following you as soon as you’re out of his sight.

Mihawk would love long length dresses. Something that screams regality and empowers his lover and makes them look beautiful.

I see Mihawk as being a sucker for teasing. Your gown has a deep v neck and your cleavage is exposed perfectly? He’s looking. There’s a thigh split in your skirt or dress? He’s looking. Your corset hugs your waist and accentuates your hips. He’s looking and feeling you up. Whisper something in his ear, give him a long moment of intense eye contact, rub your hand along his chest then exit the room. He loves loves loves it!! He loves it all I cannot stress enough he’s transfixed by his lover for life.

Mihawk most likely wouldn’t want someone clingy, but someone obsessed with him. There’s a fine line and it’s easy it blur it. Whining about how he’s been gone from Muggy Kingdom and made you feel kinda lonely might come across as irritating if he heard it too many times. Someone who could keep themselves busy until he returns and grab him by his coat collar and tell him that he spent too much time away from the island is more enticing to him and makes him just as obsessed as his lover. (I really hope that made sense)

Mihawk likes someone that can banter with him too. Someone that can flirt with him whether it’s just them in the room or a whole navy fleet. Someone bold and confident in themselves, that loves themselves maybe a bit too much.

(Literally just imagine a scene with you and Mihawk exchanging flirtatious eye contact while fending off against marines and yall end up right next to each other and just as the last marina drops he grabs ahold of you and whispers another love confession against your lips omfg..)

Mihawk would want someone that is well rounded. Someone who knows the way the world works and has a good brain underneath all their beauty. Someone cunning enough to scam a poor barkeeper out of their berri but compassionate enough to feed the stray cats of the town. Someone that can hold a conversation with him of the best wines or whiskey and defend their favorites against his own.

Someone with manners. Mihawk appreciates couth people that talk with an air of knowledge and slyness and can read through the lines of marine propaganda. Mihawk needs some romance in his relationship, there must be love and trust, not just looks and lust.

Mihawk would pour his whole being into a relationship and needs that to be reciprocated. While he might be nonchalant, he can still be dedicated. People may know of his lover, they may not. He doesn’t really speak upon it but won’t deny it if someone were to bring it up.

Someone that was also a pirate would suit Mihawk. They can handle being away from him for long periods of a time, they can defend themselves and have connections to powerful people (shanks imagine you knew shanks outside of Mihawk’s rivalry with him). He would never entangle with a marine, he has a strong hatred for them because of his past. A civilian that hasn’t led a tumultuous life wouldn’t be best prepared for whatever hardships may come Mihawk and his love’s way.

Someone who knows how to dance!!! Oml imagine dancing with Mihawk and not js white girl dancing I’m talking duo romantic dances. Theres romance, there’s sexual tension, there’s a bond that flows between y’all’s bodies.

Someone with desire in them. Lemme explain, someone that can go a couple months without his help sexually, but craves him so bad when they finally reunite they can have a passionate session once alone. Someone to match his romantic freakiness.

Mihawk would want his partner to have a healthy relationship with sex. Sex is an act of devotion, and whether him and his love engage it 0 or 3 times a day, he wants both of them to enjoy it to the fullest.

Mihawk would prolly want his lover to be morally grey. If he kills someone and you get mad at him for it, yall won’t work out. There are exceptions to this, and he can easily change his ways if that’s what his lover coaxed him to do though. But if he retells how he hunted down Don Kreig’s whole pirate fleet because they awoke him from his nap, he can’t have you try to slap him and give him a lecture on how he’s a heartless murderer (bc he is a heartless murderer).

Mihawk is loyal, and it’s a given he would expect that back. No matter how long yall are apart, no one else should satisfy you in the ways a lover should because trust ain’t no one doing that for him.

Someone who loves food, he’s quite a good cook and frequents the Baratie. The Baratie is well accustomed to serving the two of you on your monthly date (oml I should write a blurb abt Sanji tryna make moves on you while Mihawk watches in amusement looking all smitten or smth lmao).

Mihawk would prefer his lover to have a calm rationale. If his lover starts freaking out and screaming over something inconvenient or starts harsh arguments over miscommunications the relationship is doomed to fail.

Someone that is a gossip lol. Read the news and try to theorize why Alabasta was featured twice and the first time it mentioned the Warlord Crocodile’s casino having a river around it bc it’s Alabasta and it hasn’t been raining there in months apparently. Some fun stuff like that haha.

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Mwah 😽

[claraswritings]

Can you do the alphabet for both of them?

The Luca version of the alphabet…based on this… I posted the Carmy one first

CHEF LUCA NSFW ALPHABET

Warnings: it’s a NSFW alphabet so again…sexual content. The No section may be slightly TW but it’s not graphic and it’s essentially saying he would never do it. (Easily skippable).

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

Luca is SO attentive. I’m talking after care king. He’ll clean you up afterwards and make sure he cuddles up to you, kissing you and holding you until you fall asleep in his arms. If he’s got work the next day, he will kiss you whilst you’re sleeping and leave you a cute note and breakfast for you so you don’t wake up and think he’s dipped.

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

Of his own? Luca likes his hands, he works with them all day and tends to you with the same attention to detail, he likes how can tease your body with just his fingers, trace shapes over your skin, and please you with just his touch. Of yours? I think Luca would be a thigh guy, if you wear something that’s thigh hugging he can’t help imagining his face between them or them around his neck. Doesn’t matter if they’re thick thighs or not, he’s just happy to be squeezing them or having them squeeze him when he gets the chance.

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

Luca loves finishing inside you. The first time he did, it was an accident with the two of you getting carried away in the moment. He’d apologised but when you’d kissed him straight after and told him how hot it was, he became super into it, sometimes he’ll stay inside you for as long as possible afterwards other times he’ll pull out and watch it leak out. The image of it soon has him hard and ready to go again.

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

He’s a little into the idea of almost getting caught. There’s been a few times when Luca has snuck off with you to places and had you up against the wall, hand over mouth to give you something to bite on. Maybe somewhere where he knows an ex of yours or some guy who wants you might walk in. It’s his way of making you his. BRAIN GO BRRRRR 🥵🥵

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

Experienced enough that he knows what he’s doing but definitely not a player, something like 2-3 relationships and maybe 1-2 flings/ONS which whilst he enjoyed at the time wasn’t really his thing. Luca prefers the commitment. He absolutely knows what he’s doing though.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Luca is big on eye contact and would like fucking you with a leg or both over his shoulder so he can get in nice and deep but still see your expressions and how you react to him. He’d want you to see how good you’re making him feel as well and be able to kiss you easily if he wants to reassure you how good you’re taking him. Also he likes being able to put a hand on your stomach and feel himself inside you.

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

It all depends on the mood. Luca doesn’t mind joking around sometimes. If you’re watching a movie that has a sex scene or something he’ll start teasing you and whisper ‘I could do that to you’ or ‘you look like you’re enjoying that, should we try that?’ And if you do go along with it, he’ll be teasing you the whole way. Other times, if he’s had a long day or needs reassurance he’ll be so sweet and serious and telling you how lucky he is.

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

He’s neat and pretty well maintained but not obsessive over it. He keeps himself tidy. On you, he doesn’t care in the slightest.

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

Luca is romantic, plenty of kisses and gentle touches and, now this is a massive headcanon of mine, I can imagine he’d be like so attentive and caring in a lot of the more intimate personal moments, like he’d be gliding his hand up your thighs and asking “can I take this off?” and kissing you as he undresses you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I’d say he did it every so often before you. He was one of those people that, before he fell for you, he was pretty fine with being single so he’d do it if he ever had an itch he needed to scratch.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Oookay… now Luca definitely has a bit of a size kink. He’s extremely gifted downstairs and loves seeing how you stretch around his girth and how he can feel himself if he presses his hands on you. If you’re a lot shorter than him too, even better. 👀 Projecting? Me? Never

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He likes doing it in your shared kitchen when you’re alone. It started one day when he was teaching you how to make some incredible dessert and one thing lead to another… youve also maybe got a little bit… personal outside once or twice. Discreetly.

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

You wearing his clothes. If you steal his hoodies or shirts, all he can think about is if it was all you wear wearing. And soon it would be 🥵

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

I think anything related to aggression or Cnc would be a big no. To me, Luca is an consent king and would loves having you splayed out saying how good he is and where he can tell you how much he loves you so anything involving even pretending to hurt you is a hard no.

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

Luca is hands down, without a doubt in my mind, without any question, without second guessing, a munch. He’s not going to say no if you want to go down on him but he prefers giving… he loves spending ages between your legs with his mouth and tongue on you, making you cum at least twice. It gets him off tasting you.

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

Luca is adaptable. Mostly he likes to take his time with you, he knows he’s big so wants to go slow at first at least… however if you’re begging him to go faster, he won’t deprive his girl of what she wants 🥵. Sometimes the two of you would get carried away that you’d end up having a fast passionate session

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

He’s game. Like said above, he’d prefer to take his time with you but if you’re hot for him and there’s time constraints he’s happy to test it…every second counts

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

I think Luca would be pretty open minded within a relationship. If you’re interested in something, he’d probably find your enthusiasm sexy and be willing to try for you.

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

I’d say he can go for a few rounds and then one extra in the morning. He’d last a good amount of time, Luca wants you to cum first and twice before he does

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

He doesn’t own any but if you do, he’s more than happy to watch or even use them on you. You have a love egg that sometimes you slip in and let him have the control for, but it’s only a matter of time before he’s pulling you off somewhere quiet to replace it with himself. Said it before and I’ll say it again… BRRRRR 🥵

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

In public he’ll be pressing gently into you so you can feel him half hard, and whispering how he wants you. He’ll leave himself there just until you start to push back into him and he’ll pull away, dipping for only a second to bite your neck.

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

I can imagine he’d be a moaner, he’d let out the most low delicious guttural throaty sounds if you’re in control… if he’s in control and you’re having a bit of a more… heated session he’ll be vocal telling you how good you feel

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

He likes cockwarming. Not even in a before or after sex way. Sometimes when you’re just cuddling, he wants to be as close to you as possible. Even if you’re cuddled up as close as possible, it doesn’t feel close enough so after a few minutes and with plenty of enthusiasm from you he’s sheathed inside you.

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

I am a firm believer in Luca being absolutely hung. Definitely above average and thick. 😏 the kinda dick you need to ease down on 🥵.

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

Id say it’s middle to high. Luca is obsessed with you regardless Whether it’s sex or just being around you, he’s happy to match you. Sometimes he can’t keep his hands and mind off you… other times he just wants to lie with you and be loved.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Usually you’ll stay awake for a bit afterwards either just kissing and slowly making out or he’ll cuddle up to you and wait for you to sleep. I think you’d usually end up sleeping first and he’d be happy to just soothe back your hair and trace your skin until you slept

[neinofthem]

every day i think about how if the mighty nein had stayed in bazzoxan for literally like another half hour they would’ve met verin and i slam my head into the wall really hard over and over

[kensqueent]

GIVE HIM GIVE HIM, the flinch and teeth gritting and then the POUT at the end of the last gif😓😓😓 HIS EYES AND SLIGHT SMILE IN THE SECOND, HIS ANGRY EYES AND SCOWL AND HAIR DANGLING JUST INFRONT OF HIS EYES IN THE FIRST GIF UGHHH

[slowcatsworld]

Noel Noa would let his spouse do his eyeliner for him sometimes

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(It’s so canon that he wears eyeliner, I don’t care none of that ‘oh it’s natural’ bs my man is a cat-eye winged baddie)

I doubt he wore it when he was in the slums of France. He probably started using eyeliner regularly when he got recruited to a smaller team, his first real opportunity to change his life. Maybe he wears it because he likes the feeling of empowerment and belonging the dramatic flare the eyeliner brings to him. Maybe he wears it as a safety precaution, something to hide the flaws only he sees, and doesn’t realize it yet. Maybe he wanted to be remembered, to stand out. Not to be identified as the poor, improper, uneducated boy with potential, to be a beast of a football player that stands next to no one. A man that was worth more than the dirty slums. If they wouldn’t remember his name or his abilities, they would remember the cold, (desperate) hungry gleam in his amber eyes encased in a cut of harsh black liner.

Whatever the case, the eyeliner has stuck with him for years. Even you, his spouse that shares a home with him, hardly see Noel without it. Due to his profession, his training and competition often ensured that Noel would rise out of bed before you and sink back into bed after you. You don’t mind though, treasuring your time with Noel comes in small but rewarding moments.

Like this morning.

Noel was to be at the airport in a few hours to fly to Japan from Germany with his team, Bastard Munchen. Apparently their presence is required for the next phase of the ‘Blue Lock’ program. You heard of it, having one foot in the football world at all times because of Noel; however no one in the world would have expected the upset that was the U-20 game held in Japan a couple weeks ago.

You weren’t too fond of the idea of Noel staying at the Blue Lock facility for the foreseeable future, and you could tell by his attitude neither was he. This ‘Neo Egoist League’ he mentioned sounded like one big round robin experiment to find players for the U-20 World Cup. Something only weeks away. The whole thing was like a dream, you just couldn’t tell if it would be a good one or a bad one. Seems as though the whole world will have to figure out together as very few are privy to know what is happening inside Blue Lock as of now.

Despite his protests in favor of you sleeping in, you decided to accompany and see Noel off.

“Noel, I’m not able to come with you. This will be the last morning I get to spend with you for weeks.” You stress to the figure washing his face in your shared bathroom.

“You still have to go to work later today, you need to sleep. No one wants to deal with an employer that can’t keep their eyes open for five minutes.” Noel calls.

“I’ll be fine, I’m a grown woman who can handle a little sleepiness,” You groan and stride to the bathroom. “You’re one to talk on the matter in fact, I can see your eye bags from here.”

The two of you lock eyes and enter a silent competition. Noel refuses to admit his sleep has been plagued with thoughts about the Blue Lock situation and wishes for you to return to bed. You are unrelenting in your efforts of spending this time with him and do not want to lay in a bed getting colder by the minute.

Noel sighs. Victory. You 1, Noel 0.

“Perhaps then you should do my eyeliner today, to lessen the appearance of my eye bags to your satisfactory.” He mumbles and holds his hand out with the marker in tow. An olive branch. A gleaming smile breaks upon your face.

There was something very private, very intimate for Noel when he allowed for you to do his eyeliner. Him leaning against the counter facing you, you between his legs holding his face. It was about trust. It was about vulnerability. Even if Noel wouldn’t admit it to you, he was giving you access to that little boy covered in dirt and bruises all those years ago. You knew it too, the way his face would lean into the skin of your palm as you held him steady. The way his shoulders would relax and his posture would slack. The way his eyes would close and twitch ever so slightly when they felt the ink from the marker. You knew you were holding the boy right now, not the man.

You’ve seen the boy a good handful of times. In the crux of the night when Noel would hold your body closer to him. In the evening husk when you would massage his body and play with his thick tufts of white hair. In the middle of the day; when you could hear the smile in his voice even if it wasn’t present in his face as he called you on your lunch break. And in the morning, when you did his eyeliner.

And you were oh so fragile with him. He appreciated it greatly, the warm feeling that flowed through his veins. It complimented the confidence the eyeliner gave him perfectly.

Once you finished you pressed a chaste kiss to his nose, then one on his lips. He sighed slightly at the feeling of your lips touching. The momentary solace building his energy that the night had sapped away from him instead of rejuvenating home with. You rubbed your thumbs through his wispy white eyebrow hairs and waited. Noel slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the small smile adorning your face.

His eye bags were still present, he still carried that essence of tiredness. But there was more life in his eyes. They glowed brighter, more whimsical than before. It was the perfect blend of boy and man.

“Thank you, Y/N.” The man said. For everything. The boy thought.

He couldn’t verbalize it, not now. His emotions would over take him, and he can’t afford that at this moment. Not when he’s about to part from you for so long. He had to be the man.

You understood though, you always do.

“Always, my love.”

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AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

I HOPE WHOEVER READS THIS EATS THIS UP BC I PUT MY WHOLE SOUL INTO COOKING THIS

Mwah 😽

8.02.24

[plutotheplum]

OH MY GOD THE SYLUS MYTH AND KISS SCENE????

I USED TO PRAY FOR TIMES LIKE THIS :D

what if he wants to hoard us like his treasure teehee ^^