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hannicorpse · 2 months

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ʚ♡ɞ hopelessly devoted to you : episode seven - fboys

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pairing : frat members yang jungwon x female reader

warnings : smoking, drinking, karina says the word fuck a lot

wc : 2k

preview : jungwon was always known as one of the more persistent members of the epsilon nu frat. so when he ran into you for the first time, he just knew he couldn’t get enough of you. even if you couldn’t be together because of your warring friend groups. but that doesn’t mean they had to know. right?

taglist ! @firstclassjaylee @13tter @yjwxfxr @nctislifue @yizhoutv @jwonistic @seunghancore @sol3chu @qettalos @unhakki @i03jae @gyuvision

from niya ; the song referenced is fck boys by blxst

just as promised, you were getting ready to go to the party hosted at epsilon nu’s frat house. or as they called it, the ‘traphouse’. you and karina always found that corny. nonetheless, you’ll still attend.

as soon as you walked out your dorm with ning, you saw the rest of your friends already waiting outside.

“i’ll drive?” you said, grabbing your keys before closing the door.

“i mean, you’re the only one who knows where it is.” aeri grimaced.

the final destination was not far from the girls dorms, but it was still far enough off campus that you wouldn’t be able to walk.

as soon as you parallel parked the car off the sidewalk, you led your friends towards the front door of the house.

“it’s so weird being here after so long.” karina mumbled, as minjeong, ning, and aeri admired the scenery in awe. “sometimes i forget that you guys have never seen the house.”

“i mean, we weren’t necessarily invited. like, you were heeseung’s girlfriend. and i swear sunghoon has been trying to get with y/n for ages.” minjeong pointed out as aeri agrees.

“seriously? i pretty much grew up with sunghoon. i can’t say he’s ever seen me like that.” you scoffed, before going up to the ‘bouncer’ who stood by the front doors.

“name?” he asked.

“y/n lee?” you questioned, assuming your name should’ve already been on the list. you ignored the complaints from your friends in the background as two random girls shoved past you, immediately being let in.

“there’s no y/n on the list.”

“you’re kidding. can’t you just let us in? i know sunghoon. mark lee is literally my brother.”

“nice try. you don’t know how many times i’ve heard that tonight. can you just tell me what sorority you’re in?” the bouncer says as he looks you up and down.

“alpha epsilon.” you groaned, growing annoyed as he turns around to make a call.

“i’m being told that no one from alpha epsilon is allowed into the epsilon nu frat house as of last year.”

“this is ridiculous..” you mutter, pulling out your phone to text jungwon.

barely a minute went by before your knights in shining armor came out from the house. “yo, what are you doing? they’re with us. did you even bother to check that exclusive guest list?” jungwon scolded the bouncer, as he tapped on the top of the clipboard, which clearly read your names on it.

sunghoon peaked his head out from behind the door, motioning for you all to follow him into the house while jungwon dealt with the bouncer.

“sorry about that. he’s a transfer student. normally we don’t hire freshmen but, duty calls.” he shrugged. “there’s a cooler out back, non alcoholic drinks in the fridge, and food on the island. welcome to the traphouse. didn’t think you guys would make it.”

“wouldn’t miss it for the world.” karina rolled her eyes with sarcasm, before waving her hand for you and your friends to follow her to the kitchen.

before you could follow, sunghoon grabbed your arm. “i got you a little something.” he winked, pulling you to a more secluded area.

you walked with him as he pulled you, but you turned around to look for your friends so you’d know where to find them later. at a party like this? they wouldn’t leave their spot. but you didn’t miss the way they all looked at you suspiciously, whispering amongst themselves. “they’re definitely fucking.” minjeong muttered.

sunghoon sat down on the couch, gesturing for you to sit next to him.

you put your head on his shoulder as he rolled a blunt for you, leaning into his warmth. “why aren’t you looking for jungwon?” he whispered teasingly.

your face fell. “who told you?” you asked, almost immediately dropping the lit joint he held out to you when you jumped up from your seat.

“riki.” he shrugged, taking a hit since you didn’t seem to do so yourself.

“he told riki??” you exclaimed in fear, running a hand through your hair. “this is bad. who else knows?” “just us. but i pretty much found out myself. you guys are really obvious.” he murmured, blowing the smoke past his lips before holding the blunt up to yours.

you took a long drag, blowing the smoke up towards the ceiling. “nothing even happened. all we did was talk. do you know what would happen to me if they found out? my friends already hate me for talking to you. what am i supposed to do?” you ran on, visibly stressed.

sunghoon grounded you. he was always good at that since you were younger.

“can you relax?.. this,” he emphasized the joint he held between his two fingers as he let you use it, “was supposed to calm you down, not rile you up. i’ll help you with jungwon. it’s clear you have a fat crush on each other. so don’t stress. and your friends? they need to learn the world doesn’t revolve around them and their feelings. you knew me before you met them anyway.”

“you.. you’re actually right. but, still. i’m just scared. i really have no idea what would happen if they knew. like, karina literally loses her appetite if you mention anyone in epsilon nu.” you sigh, allowing yourself to sink into the leather couch.

“your usual goods doesn’t seem to be working for you.” he teased.

“i’ve grown a higher tolerance for this.” you scoffed, playfully flicking his shoulder.

“i’ll swing by at lunch to drop off a new strain next week. we got some of that strawberry cough stuff.” sunghoon laughed. “stay here, i’ll be back.” he informs you, putting out the forgotten joint.

as soon as he left, karina and ning came up to you. “don’t tell me you’re fucking park sunghoon.” karina sighed in frustration, speaking through her teeth.

“i’ve said this before and i’ll say it again. he’s practically a brother! i’m not even interested in anyone right now.” you frowned.

“you can fuck whoever you want. but it can’t be someone in epsilon nu.”

“i’m not trying to?” you exclaimed in genuine confusion, almost anger. karina was ready to talk again, but immediately stopping herself, closing her mouth as sunghoon came back.

“we’ll talk later. come on ning.” karina scoffed. you watched as ning gave you an apologetic look, gesturing how bad she felt.

“karina seems to be on one.” sunghoon joked, attempting to lighten the mood. “how would you know?” “she doesn’t really talk when she’s mad.”

you stared blankly at him. “how would you know?” “seriously? she was here almost every day because of heeseung.”

sunghoon sat down on the couch with two red solo cups in his hands. he held one out to you, letting you smell it before you took it.

“gosh, that’s strong. the hell is this?” you grimaced at the alcohol stench.

“vodka. grey goose, specifically.” he smiled. “no kidding.. this is crazy. that’s like, 6 shots in one cup.” “it’ll definitely get you there. that’s what this is for.” sunghoon emphasized the other cup, raising it to show that it is half full with strawberry fanta.

you hesitate at first, but pound the vodka before immediately taking the chaser.

“that was terrible.” you coughed out.

“one more?” “..”

by the time the party was already over, you were crazy drunk. your friends were already waiting in your car. good thing you gave ning the keys.

sunghoon offered to walk you out, but jungwon came racing towards you to beat him too it. “nooo, i’ll do it!” he slurred, probably more drunk than you were.

“where were you the whole night?” you whined, as he held your waist to help you get up from the couch.

“sorry babyyy i was dealing with the guy that was giving you a hard time.” he chuckled, pressing his nose into your neck as you walked towards the door.

“thank you wonnie.” you smiled, before reaching up to cup his cheek.

you stared into his big and round eyes. jungwons pupils dilated as you looked at him, his cheeks flushing a rosy color.

his breath hitched as he felt you coming closer, before you eventually sealed your lips together into a soft kiss.

you could taste whatever he was drinking at tip of his tongue. you were practically leaning into jungwon now, so his hands held your waist to prevent you from falling over.

jungwon pulled away, licking his lips before letting you go, holding the door open for you.

“such a gentleman.” you laughed as you were stumbling over yourself.

ningning was waiting outside for you, ready to catch you and walk to the car.

“come on, you’re drunk.” she smiled, helping you settle into the car next to aeri, who gave you a neutral look.

“we’re never coming back here again.” karina sighed, putting the car in ignition before turning out into the road.

#⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ hannicorpse #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ htp.enhypen #enhypen x reader #jungwon x reader #enhypen imagines #jungwon smau #yang jungwon x reader #jungwon imagines #enhypen smau

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sturniolodreamz · 10 months

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tour bus - matt sturniolo

based on this request - Pls do one where the reader and Matt decide to fck in the tour bus while everyone else was inside of target getting stuff, can Matt also be sub and have a mommy kink? Thanks youuu :)

warnings - smut, sub!matt, mommy kink, a little bit of praise kink sprinkled in

a/n - iv'e never written sub!matt or a mommy kink before, so you guys will have to tell me if you like it or not.

tags: @ashleighpray23 @sturniol0z @ethereal-lovers

Me being Matt's girlfriend, he invited me to come on tour with them. Of course, I said yes. We were now halfway through their month-long tour, which meant it has been a while since Matt and I were able to have sex, and we were both pretty pent up at this point.

We were on the road again traveling to the next venue, and I had been subtly teasing Matt all day. Little things like placing my hand on his thigh, slowly moving my hand farther up. Things like that, that I know drive him crazy. His breath would hitch, and he had to pull himself out of his trance to engage in the conversation, so as not to become suspicious to those around us.

"Baby, you have to stop." He whispers in my ear. I just smirk at him in return.

I decide to give him a break from the teasing, going back to the conversation with Chris, Nick, and Madi. It wasn't long before we got off the highway to stop at a Target since the others had some things they needed to pick up.

"Y/n, Matt, you guys coming in?" Nick asked us as he was getting ready to leave the bus.

I answered for both of us. "No, that's okay, we are going to just stay here."

Nick shrugged his shoulders and left the bus with the rest. Once I knew they were gone, I turned to Matt.

"So, it looks like we're all alone for a while." I said suggestively.

"Come kiss me?" Was all he said.

I moved to sit on his lap, and cupped his cheeks in my hands. Our lips connecting in a scorching kiss, both of us finally releasing our pent up feelings. His hands were on my hips, holding me close as our tongues clashed with each other.

"Are you gonna let mommy make you feel good?" I say, kissing his neck.

"Y/n....We don't have a lot of time!"

"Then we better get started, hm?"

He inhaled deeply. "Shit, how could I say no to that?"

I kissed him deeply once more before moving off of his lap so I could pull down his sweats. I could see that he was already semi-hard and sensitive. I began to palm him through his boxers.

"Y/n, no teasing, please!" He begged.

I made him look me in the eyes. "No, you do as mommy says, remember?" I told him sternly.

I was desperate to make him feel good, (and make myself feel good), so I gave in to what he wanted, pulling down his boxers and letting his dick spring out. My hand grabbed the base of his cock, slowly jerking it before leaning down to take him in my mouth.

"Ah fuck! Please, mommy!"

"Please what, baby?"

"Please ride me!" he whines.

"Have you been a good boy? Are you sure you deserve that?"

"Yes, mommy I've been so good, you know that!"

I moved again so that I was back on his lap, and teased his tip at my entrance before lowering myself onto his cock. We both sighed at the relief as I began bouncing up and down. My hands were gripping on to his shoulders, while his hands remained on my waist. Strings of curses left both of our mouths as Matt began thrusting up, meeting my hips halfway.

"Fuck, Matt! Making mommy feel so good..." I trailed off, lost in a trance of pleasure.

"I'm gonna cum! Can I cum?" Matt asked me.

"Go ahead baby, I'm close too!" I said, a moaning mess.

Within seconds we came simultaneously, him filling me up with his hot cum. Out of breath, we both stayed still until we realized that our time was quickly running out.

"Fuck, as much as I want to savor this moment, they are probably going to be coming back any minute, so we better get cleaned up." Matt told me.

I realized he was right, and not wanting to get caught, we both made our way to the busses bathroom and got cleaned up. Just as we were walking back to the couch, Nick, Chris, and Madi burst through the door holding shopping bags.

"Hey guys! You didn't have any fun without us, did you?"

Matt and I shared a small smirk.

Little do they know...

#chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets imagine #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader

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slvthrs · 1 year

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pls do a smut where they get back from the club all drunk and fck. based on the video where vin jordan and maddy are dancing in the club

that video rearranged my brain cells...

┆.° ♡ — NSFW UNDER THE CUT

The music in your room booms as you sway to the beat whilst your getting dressed you had already finished doing your make up but now you were putting on your clothes whilst your boyfriend Vinnie is also getting dressed.

As you're getting ready, Vinnie keeps touching you and whispering in your ear, making you feel hot and bothered. You try to keep your cool and focus on getting ready, but it's hard when his hands are wandering all over your body.

Finally, you're ready to go and you all head out to the club. The music is loud and the drinks are flowing, and soon you're all dancing and having a great time. Vinnie is right by your side, his arm around your waist as you move to the beat.

As the night wears on, Vinnie's touch becomes more and more intense. He's kissing your neck and nibbling on your earlobe, and you're starting to lose control. You know you should stop him, but it feels so good you can't bring yourself to do it.

Suddenly, you both realize that you're dangerously close to making out right there on the dance floor. His face is hovering over yours, stalking you like his prey, whilst the red hues of the lighting contrast his skin and make him look so good. You both know you need to get out of there before things get even more out of hand.

You grab Vinnie's hand and lead him outside, and he follows eagerly. You both pile into a taxi and head back to your place, unable to keep your hands off each other in the back seat.

Finally, you arrive at your apartment and rush inside, eager to be alone together. You barely make it to the bedroom before you're tearing each other's clothes off, consumed by the heat that's been building all night.

His hands pull you under him with both of them resting at your hip, melting your body under his warm touch.

Your hands get tangled in his hair as his lips start sucking wine-colored marks all over the column of your neck and your collarbones.

You pull him up by his hair for a kiss and he gladly accepts, your mouth interlocking with his and you can taste the alcohol on both your tongues as you pull him closer as your arch into him, your bodies colliding as your soft moans mix with his breathy groans.

His right hand follows the curves of your body finally reaching to you clit, his thumb stimulating you while his fingers drag ever so slowly in and out of you.

"Mhm just that Vin... feels so good baby." You praise him knowing how horny that makes him.

His hand leave you causing you to whine whilst he repositions himself in a way so he can slip into you, relishing in the way you tip your head back, arching into him again and he can see your tits bounce as you writhe under his touch.

He sets a calm pace, wanting to make sure you enjoy this but making sure it's not too tiring for the amber eyed boy who had just downed multiple shots and drinks at the club.

You feel him stretch you out and you don't think you'll ever get used to his size, but the burn it causes but it feels so good.

As he continues to slip into you his fingers keep stimulating your clit and he watches intently at your face, looking at how beautiful his girl is.

"God doll your so pretty," He whispers, "My pretty girl, you feel so good around me."

The praise is driving you wild as you sit there not able to help much in your blissed out state but your boyfriend could cum just looking at how pretty his girl is.

You clench harder around him and he can feel your release coming soon.

His pace speeds up and before you know it your cumming all over his dick and he follows you soon cumming inside of you and flops down on top of you as he doesn't move and you can feel his dick twitch inside of you whilst he lays on your chest listening to your heart beat and your hands come around and play with his hair.

"Baby we need to moveee" You whine out after a couple of minutes of Vinnie resting his head on your chest, "Feel sticky."

He doesn't even move his head to respond, "Nuh uh, it's not like you did any of the work let your wonderful boyfriend relax."

You huff out but you can't deny it, "I hate you so much sometimes."

"Love ya' too princess."

#bella fawns over vhacker #vinnie hacker smut #vinnie hacker x reader smut #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker imagines #vhackerr #vincent hacker #vinnie hacker oneshot #vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker x you #vinnie x reader #vinnie imagines #vinnie #vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie x reader fluff

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alltheboysandgirlsiloved · 6 months

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So I've been trying to get a gist of post-time skip Ben based on Chaos Theory trailer (obsessed again? wrong, I never stopped being obsessed), and I feel like I can optimistically assume that his personality will make sense for his character development that we've seen in Camp Cretaceous.

I made a post about it once but to sum it up shortly:

season 1 Ben is a boy who was clearly raised in some sort of bubble (a different bubble than Kenji) - he is scared and anxious (not just regarding dinosaurs); at the same time we get hints that he can be very passionate and has a sense of an adventure (he's just scared to cross the line). Season 2 Ben experienced a massive traumatic event, to put it nicely, his personality was put into a blender which was then turned on and left unsupervised for several days. His season 2 jungle boy persona, while still consistent with the traits showed prior (as mentioned - Ben was both passionate and adventurous before - he was just too shy to act on it), is mostly a result of a severe trauma; meaning his personality feels more extreme because he had to rely on extremes to survive. Season 3 Ben is one of the most interesting "forms of evolution". The trauma is still fresh but at the same time Ben tries to think beyond it – wants to make decisions based not on "fight or flight" response but on his own feelings on the matter, it's very interesting but in this season - though not visibly - he slightly reconnects with season 1 personality (slightly) for example by considering advantages and disadvantages of his actions (leaving Nublar or staying) (it doesn't apply to every situation which is actually quite perfect because at this point he is still pretty damn traumatized). Then we have season 4 which is actually very important for Ben's character arc because, for the second time, he loses his footing - Nublar was wild but familiar, Nublar was 'never without Bumpy'. Mantah Corp Island is completely new and Ben is forced to reestablish what actions and behaviors are going to pay off in this environment; ironically enough, I think that the distance from Nublar is good for him - Nublar was also the environment where he got traumatized, personally I think that the island could, to some extent, prevent him from healing. And ofc, season 5 - Ben shows clear signs that he is going to evolve as a person; he mellows down not because he gets soft in a bad way but because he recognizes that he doesn't always have to be a knife. At the same time, he is not hesitant to strike if the situation calls.

So, now let's take a quick look at Ben in the Chaos Theory trailer. I noticed four traits that we can spot in that short clip:

He has that sort of shy-silly boy charm to him. A subtle mixture of bashfulness ("hey Darius," his voice is amused but he also sounds a bit apologetic). That is something that especially shines through his character in season 1

When he needs to be serious - he is ("Someone is hunting us"). This is such Ben-thing to do, especially in season 4 and season 5 Ben – when he is learning how to distinguish between a real danger and something that doesn't require setting the world on fire.

He gets slightly panicky sometimes ("before it's too late!") which is a fantastic news because trauma really messed up Ben's sense of danger and it's just good to knows that he feels fear like a normal person (yes, when someone is hunting you for sport, I guess everyone would be a little bit panicky)

From what I can tell - when the situation calls he does display signs of recklessness - notice how he's driving the car. Notice how Darius is visibly not impressed with Ben behind the wheel. Now, sure we can't tell whether someone (something?) is chasing them at that exact moment but either way - it seems that Ben is in a hurry and, excuse me but, he does not give a flying fck about safety on the road (which is! funny considering how he was driving the gyrosphere in season 1)

So yeah, overall, I think that we are going to get a nice continuation of Ben's character arc in Chaos Theory. I certainly hope so because watching Ben grow as a person was one of my favorite aspects of Camp Cretaceous!

Ah, and also... I really hope that at some point in Chaos Theory Ben will do something unhinged out of nowhere and the rest of the campers (because we will see all of them - I don't doubt that) will look at each other, nod, and say "ah, yes, that's our Ben"

#jwcc #camp cretaceous #jurassic world camp cretaceous #ben pincus #jwcc ben #jurassic world #jurassic world chaos theory

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laura1633 · 6 months

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omg im going feral about the idea of charles being all possesive with max but also being sweet as fuck. Like being jealous when someone is near his boy so he feels the urge to mark him up all over when he fcks max but also having his hands glued to his waist or hips on public

PLZ I BEG A DRABBLE ABOUT IT

Hi anon, I too love the idea of possessive but sweet Charles. I've written a little drabble below, although it did start in one direction and end up somewhere else entirely so sorry about that 😂

“You look cold” Charles’ brow furrows as he sees the way Max is shivering against the cold. The Dutchman’s nipples are also visibly hard through the fabric of his top. Whilst Max’s perky nipples would ordinarily be a complete turn on Charles can’t exactly start sucking at them in the middle of the paddock. He can just imagine the PR headache that would create. It’s almost worth it though, just to hear the happy little whines Max would make.

“It’s fine” the Red Bull driver shrugs but Charles can see all the tiny hairs on his boyfriend’s arms standing on end. He did warn Max it was cold out but Max had clearly not been listening.

The Monegasque slides off his jacket and wraps it around Max’s shoulders. It’s a shame really because the collar is obscuring some of the marks Charles left against his boyfriend’s neck last night. He makes a mental note to add more later, to suck and nip right the way up the column of the neck before tugging at the Dutchman’s earlobes with his teeth.

Luckily the nice pink mark on the left side of the throat is still visible for all to see. Charles’ mouth fits over it exactly. It is pretty clear what it is and the fact that Max hasn’t bothered to hide it is making Charles feel a little feral. He wonders how many marks he could leave before Max makes any attempt to cover them up, wonders if Max would come to the paddock with lip and teeth marks covering the whole expanse of his neck.

Maybe he would.

Charles knows that Max is rather proud of all the pretty little additions to his skin. He likes to be claimed. To be taken. To be Charles’. The Dutchman always moans louder when Charles rakes his nails down his back and he always comes much harder if Charles has spent time sucking bruises all over his body first.

There is a nice satisfaction to be found in knowing that underneath the clothes Max is so visibly Charles’. The curves of the Dutchman’s chest are covered in love bites that get darker the closer you get to the nipples. The pink goes well with the light purple finger marks left from Charles’ grip on Max’s hips as they fucked last night. And to finish it all off there are some nice rosy red hand marks across each of Max’s ass checks.

Max really is such a beautiful canvas to work on and Charles would love nothing more than to be able to show his art work to the world. Perhaps he’d pair it with some audio, a soundtrack of all the moans and whimpers the Dutchman made as Charles licked and sucked and nipped over him.

The Monegasque shakes himself out of his thoughts as he realises his boyfriend is talking to him.

“Do you not need this?” Max looks a little confused but mostly contented as he slides his arms into the jacket and snuggles in to it. In truth Charles does feel the cold but the sight of his boyfriend wearing his jacket in front of the entire world warms him up inside. Especially when Max looks so snuggly and comfortable.

“It’s fine” Charles smiles and presses a small kiss against Max’s lips before sliding his arm around his boyfriend’s waist and hugging him close to his body as he sees some of the Dutchman’s mechanics heading over.

Charles isn’t jealous. He has no reason to be. Even so he still likes to remind everyone that Max is with him. Just a gentle squeeze of the waist or a kiss against the lips. It’s not like Max is going to run off with one of his team but they do have a tendency to …. well…. babygirlify the Dutch driver. They fuss and fawn and hug and grab and look at him like they think he is the whole world. Charles can’t really blame them, he feels the same way.

“See you on track” Max grins as he purses his lips and waits for Charles to kiss him before heading off with his team. Charles chuckles and feels a little rush of excitement each time Max turns back around to smile as he is led way.

Max says his hellos before going through to his drivers room to get ready. As he slides his hands into the pockets of Charles’ jacket and realises there is a post it note in there his heart skips a few beats. He pulls out the scrap of paper and feels rather emotional as he realises there is in fact something written on there.

It was a usual occurrence back when they had first started dating and had to keep their relationship secret. The two of them would pass notes back and to throughout the day as discreetly as they could - some sweet, some loving, some absolute filth. Whatever the message was there was alway a thrill each time they slipped them into each other’s hands unnoticed in front of the world's media.

Max still has all the notes stored away safe for a day when he might be able to use them - like an engagement or a wedding. They really are a beautiful record of how things started and grew between them.

The Dutchman smiles like crazy as he reads the note from his boyfriend, it’s a wonderful feeling knowing there is someone out there always looking out for you.

“Love you more every day, even when you refuse to listen to me when I tell you you’ll get cold!! I will warm you up later. Charles xx”

#anon asks #lestappen fanfiction #lestappen

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julians-boywife · 11 months

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Hi fungers. Do NOT read this it's just me rambling about my funger 1 body hcs so I don't forget them. I love you ♡

Starting off with my wife, Cahara. I think he's medium height, shorter than Enki and Rag so like 175 cm. I think he'd be pretty tan and have a bit of a red/orange undertone. His hair is thick and wavy and it seems like he has made a decent attempt at taking care of it. On a similar not idk what kind of skin care and what not they had back there but he certainly takes care of his appearance. He needs to look good for his wife obviously.

This man is not as stinky as he looks. I'd like to think he showers daily but he can get rid of the candle and old book smell on his skin and clothes. He probably reads books in the bath. Anyway he is quite thin and malnourished but also has a fat ass and slutty waist??? Like why do you need that?? Also a bit taller than Cahara 180.5 cm or some shit idk I'm making it up.

This man is huge. Comically. 187.2 cm and jacked. Guys, you'll never guess who I find most attractive. Anyway, he is the idea of a Greek God body to me. He's tan like Cahara but has less color because he lives and breathes snow. Fat tits??? Yes um I think so. I'd also like to think he doesn't use soap when he washes himself but somehow isn't stinky. He just smells like ash and damp forest but it isn't bad.

.... 17 cm, uncut, red tip- 🔫💥💥💥💥 woah guys who said that haha what

My favorite girlfailure. I don't even like girls but I'd let D'arce fck the shit out of me. Anyway sorry about that. I'd like to think she's got a bit of a tan from training outside and freckles scattered here and there. She is strong woman and has a healthy amount of muscle and fat but her body is mostly lean. I am a tiny titty D'arce ENTHUSIAST and ACTIVIST. Justice for tiny titty girls I see you I love you. 168.5 cm I love her she's so dear to me.

STINKY !!!! UGGOO!!!!! sorry I have a raging love hate relationship with this fuckass. I think he looks really silly in his sprite for no reason lmao. Anyway this man is ETHEREAL just absolutely gorgeous. I wish Miro made him look more feminine in the game do girl Le'Garde justice. He defiantly only takes bubble baths like a fucking loser. He's 176.7 cm and is like weirdly insecure about not being taller?? I feel like if you jokingly called him short he'd throw a hissy fit.

Nosramus also looks really silly in their sprite oh my god. Honestly I think Nosramus is intersex and just refuses to choose either or. They're pretty pale from being away from sunlight for so long and have a yellow undertone. They are surprisingly not stinky and take care of themself somehow and it's unclear what access they have to water or soap. They just always smell clean no matter what.

#fear and hunger #funger #f&h #d'arce #nosramus #enki #cahara #ragnvaldr #le'garde

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its-in-the-woods · 2 months

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Down the Rabbit Hole Chapter 19

Chapter one here, two here, three here, four here , five here, six here, seven here, eight here,nine here, ten here, eleven here , twelve here , thirthen here, fourteen here, Fifteen Here Sixteen here, Seventeen here, Eighteen here

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Pairing: Walton Goggins x You

Rating/Warning: As always minor get out. P0rn? What? Pretty vanilla, cum eating, fingering, cowgirl, missionary, minor choking, palm ridding, some plot, older man x younger woman, look if you've made this far you know these two need to fck k?

Synopsis:

You cross your legs, trying to keep your eyes focused on him, as his fingers drag the zipper down. He was a showman in every sense of the word, he loves to have eyes on him, particularly your eyes. Licking your lips you watch his fingers run along the top of his pants, the v of material exposing the black material of his boxers.

“Come closer,” He hushes out, you move to stand, stopping when he puts his hand up. “Crawl.”

ENJOY <3

The door shuts behind you, and Walton has you pinned against it before you can move into the space. The day had been way too long, and the flight even longer. Add the fact you both had been interrupted several times that day, and Walton was on edge. When the movers had knocked on the door with Walton between your legs, you thought he might actually pop a blood vessel. Instead, he had taken several deep breaths, fixed your pants, and opened the door. You briefly wondered when you got on the earlier flight if he would drag you into the bathroom. Thankfully, he had just crossed his legs and dug his nails into your thigh hard enough to leave marks.

Now he was kissing you, tongue pushed into your mouth, you suck on it listening to him moan as your fingers run into his hair. Your other hand is pushing under his shirt to feel hot skin, his hands have found their way to your pants pushing them down over your thighs. It’s fast and hot and dear god his fingers are rubbing against your core through your underwear. You push down against him, groaning at the friction. You push his jacket off, it thumps onto the ground, you break the kiss to get his shirt off. Your hands exploring along the hard plains of his body, finding the button of his pants. He pulls back your shirt falling onto the floor, bra not far behind. He kisses and licks down your neck, muttering sweet words as he latches onto your collarbone. Your reaction is instant hips pushing down onto his fingers as he drags a new mark to the surface

You whine and rock, “M’close.” You whimper, continuing to move, the heat burning you up. Walton unlatching from your skin, to look down at your eyes heavy with lust. Making you shiver as he pushes his hand up so that you’re grinding against his palm. The stimulation is almost not enough as you cling onto him, mouth open. Palm against your clit, his fingers moving your underwear out of the way so he can push inside. Your hands cling onto his arms as you rut against him.

“Going to come for me,” Walton grins, watching you melt for him. His mouth moving down to the top of your breast, sucking a new mark into it. The mix of pain and pleasure edging you in the best way possible.

“Please, can I, Sir,” You add emphasis Sir, feeling him react to it. His fingers stilling for a moment, as he bits harder onto the next bruise he was making. You are right on the edge, Walton having memorized exactly what to do to make you soaking in seconds.

He leans back watching you again, your hips squirming harder with his eyes on you. “Yes, come for me, baby girl.”

You fight to keep your eyes open, gasping as you tremble against his hand. Can feel wetness dampening his hand as your body contracts around his fingers, his lips leaning down to kiss you. You push back as he lets you ride the edge until it’s too much. He groans pulling back, you whine as his fingers slip out with a wet noise.

“Let’s go to the bedroom” He whispers against your ear, his fingers sliding over your lips. You open your mouth to lick at the tips. Your heart is hammering in your chest as you taste yourself on him.

You grin as you lean forward to take more of his finger into your mouth, “You’re going to get spanked if you don’t stop, little lady.”

A sigh escapes your lips but you pull back, a grin crossing your lips “What if I want you too?”

Walton looks down at you, hand coming up to push against your throat, and you groan as you feel him squeeze a little. The way he pushes you against the wall makes you squirm. The wicked grin crosses his lips, as he watches you. “Oh, don’t tempt me, beautiful, 'cause you and I both know how much you liked it the first time.”

You flush, looking down at where his free fingers have twined with yours, wondering if you should keep pushing his buttons more. Looking back at him, you can see the weight of the day of travel. As much as you love to get him worked up, you could tell he just wanted to take you to bed.

Leaving the suitcases in the hall, you take his hand, Walton leading you to the bedroom. He keeps the lights turned down, he has you remove your underwear in front of him, before instructing you to sit on the bed and not move. Before he turns and walks out the door. You stay as still as possible, tiredness has crept in unwanted. Rubbing at your eyes, you try and think awake thoughts, but the bed is soft and so comfy. Shaking your head a few times you blink again, perking up when you hear Walton’s footsteps.

He comes in with two mugs, his pants hanging dangerously low around his hips, handing one to you. You take a deep breath of the coffee, thanking him as you take a sip. He takes a sip of his coffee, before placing it on the side table. You watch him over the lip of the mug, as his fingers go to the button of his jeans. You bit your bottom lip face going red, it was always hot. Despite this same thing having played out before, you can’t help the tingling sensation that moves into your stomach. Shifting slightly you take another sip, trying to play it cool even if you’re squirming on the bed.

“I was thinking of blindfolding you again,” Walton says, as the button slips out of its loop. “But I wanted to see you, the way you look at me every time I get undressed.”

“Come closer,” He hushes out, you move to stand, stopping when he puts his hand up. “Crawl.”

A shiver runs up your spine, but you do as you’re asked sliding off the bed, looking up at him as you move towards him. Stopping at his feet you sit back on your heels, fingers twitching in your lap wanting to grab his pants and pull them down.

“Yeah, just like that,” Walton grins, you can see his heart rate increasing as his chest moves. “Know how much you want to touch me, always finding ways to run your hand over me.” His hands push the pants and underwear down, your eyes moving as his clothes move. Your mouth opens a little as you pull your eyes away from his center. The way Walton stares at you should set fire to the room, his fingertips run under your jaw. You stare up at him, hips rocking slightly without permission.

“Look at you, already so needy,” He hushes, his right hand grabbing at the base of his cock squeezing and twisting as he works at his own body. Eyelids fluttering closed as he moans, you can feel yourself clench as he moans. “Do you want this,” Walt asks, staring down at you, you nod your head, swallowing as you try to shuffle forward.

“Use your word,” He whispers your name, watching you squirm at his feet. It had become a game you’d both played, he knew you struggled with voicing your needs. So he’d made sure to use it against you in situations such as this.

“Please,” You squirm, saying the words always felt so much more dirty than doing the action. Didn’t matter how many times you tried to voice it. “Can I please taste you?”

He grins, continuing to stroke himself so close to you, “Keep going.” Voice breathy as he pleasured himself in front of you.

You grit your teeth a little, trying to push past the made up barrier in your mind. “I want to taste you so bad, you always taste so good, please, Sir.”

Walton groans, the smile twitching on your lips as you watch his cock leak out, “Mmm, you know just the right buttons to push. Now open your mouth for me.”

Marking a little win in your imaginary check box, you move forward opening your mouth. Sticking your tongue out and batting your eyelashes, he moves forward the fat head of his cock tapping on your tongue. You can taste the salt of him, the familiar musk making you shiver. Thighs clenching as you feel your slickness drip out of you.

“No hands, hold still.” He warns, you put your fingers back onto your lap. Squirming a little at the orders, him ordering you around made your stomach twist with desire as you did as he asked.

He lets go of his dick, hands sliding on each side of your face, you suck around the head as he pushes it further in. Dragging it back out so it rests on the edges of your lips, and then push back in. Being so careful not to thrust too far. You want him to move faster, but you keep still working your tongue on the underside, trying to pull him deeper with your cheeks. Walton stills, thumbs rubbing over your cheeks before he drags you forward slowly until he is all the way inside. Your nose flush against his pubic hair, relaxing as best you can around the intrusion. Feeling your throat flutter as you try to breathe through your nose, he holds you there and you can feel your chest trying to push him out. Just as you are about to tap out he pulls out, you cough sputtering for a moment, drool stretching from your lips to the tip of his cock. You blink back tears, his thumbs wiping at them.

Sitting back, you open your mouth again, determined to continue. Looking up at his flustered face, red cheeks, mouth open a little, his cock twitching. “Always so eager to do whatever you’re told.”

You can’t help the smile that crosses your lips as he moves forward placing the head on your tongue again, sliding himself down to the root. Than holding for a second, hand running under your chin so he can feel himself. Then he sets a pace, you suck and lick as drool drips out of your mouth, tears spilling unneeded out of the corners of your eyes. Groaning he pulls out again, twirling the spit and precum around his fingers to bring them up his mouth. You whimper watching him, your thighs wet with need. Fingers now have left more marks on your thighs from holding onto them to stop you from grabbing him.

“You did so good,” Walton leaning down to kiss you, letting yourself push into his kiss, heart pounding in your throat. “Follow me,”

You get up, legs trembling as you follow the man over to the bed. He lays down on the bed, motioning for you to join him. You crawl onto the bed, straddling his hips, keeping yourself above him as you lean down to meet his lips. Large hands cupping your ass, as he pushes you slowly down onto his cock. A moan ripping out of your throat, he felt so good. Wide head parting your soaking lips, as his shaft pushes you open. You settle on top, the two of you joining for a moment, he squeezes your ass, one hand sliding up to cup your breasts. Heart pounding in your chest, Walton rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger before his other hand finds your hip.

“You can move,” He whispers, you start to move immediately. Hips moving in circles as he starts to thrust up into you. You moan as his hands find your face, those damn hands holding you against him as you work yourself up and down. The rhythm comes easily as the two of you taste the other. You grind yourself down as he moves up, the friction as delicious as the noises the two of you make.

Eyes rolling as his pace increases, you match the pace, rocking back and forth the two of you grinding against the other. You sit back, hands on his chest, as he plays with your nipples. Suddenly you are taken off guard as he rolls you over, biting your lip as you watch him. Hands on either side of you, his mouth opens slightly as he pushes your legs up. He shifts sitting back on his heels, big hands over your thighs to hike you up against him. Walton helps you up, a moan slipping out of his mouth as he slips back into you. You wrap your arms around his neck. It’s slow, the feel of every movement leaving goosebumps covering you.

“Fuck,” He groans, lips and tongue running down your neck over your shoulder, “Always feel so good, don’t want it to stop.”

A whimper is all you can muster, body aching in the best ways as you keep moving. His name echoes in the space as you keep pushing, his hands holding you close. You clench around him, letting yourself flutter around him several times. Watching his face strain as he tried to hold on.

“Want to feel you, want to feel your cum dripping out of me. Please.” You keen as he lowers you down against the bed, his hips losing pace.

“Oh fuck,” He groans, you can tell he is close as the pace increases. You can’t help how your nails dig into his back. Your tongue licking down his neck, tasting the sweat and the sweetness that was uniquely his. Making your way along his arm, before biting into his bicep. His hips stuttering at the sensation of pain. You know you shouldn’t be leaving a mark, but you can’t help yourself. The way he reacts makes worth, feeling him sink all the way in cock twitching and spilling deep. You let out a long groan, it never got old and fuck did it feel good too.

He stays there for a moment, chest heaving, grinning as he glances down at the small mark. “You’re so bad, leaving marks on me.”

You flush, covering your mouth with your fingers, squirming under his gaze. “Couldn’t help myself.”

“Mmm, really now,” He leans down kissing your neck, as he slides out and you huff a little at the emptiness. “You are a needy thing, might have to keep you up all night.”

“Is that so?” You flutter your eyelashes at him, you both know neither of you is going to stay awake past another orgasm.

He licks his lips, and you watch as his tongue goes down your sternum, sucking a mark in between your breasts. You breathe hitching as he keeps going, kissing around your belly button, down towards your center. Pausing as his hands push your legs up and open a little, settling between them.

“Oh,” You stutter as he grabs a pillow with one hand, lifting your ass with the other. His tongue moves down to your core. A string of non-sensical words streaming out of your mouth as your hand pushes into his hair. Fingers pulling you open so that he can get at the mix of both of you.

He hums approval as you push up against his tongue, letting you ride his face as he tries to suck your soul out of your body through your center.

“Fuck that’s hot,” You whimper, hips pushing and grinding, his nose rubbing at your clit. His fingers move over your thighs to rub at it, tongue continuing to work as he eats his come out of you. “Please, oh god,” You squirm so hard, trying to hold back the impending rush.

Walton's hazel eyes catch yours, “Come for me,” Your name whispers out before he goes back to his ministrations. Your hands clawing at the top of his head, stomach sucking in as you buck up. Heat pushing out as you come, his fingers continuing to work at you as you ride wave after wave of pleasure.

“Please,” You whisper trying to pull him off, he lets up his face shiny with the combination of you both.

Crawling up your body to lay a filthy kiss on your lips. You hold him there, hearts pounding together before separating. The world spinning around you as he climbs up to lay beside you.

“We doing that every time we come home?” You tease, snuggling in beside him, he grabs the covers and pulls it up over you both.

Walton lays back dragging you against his chest, “Anywhere and anytime you want.”

You flush and bury yourself into his chest, leaving a little kiss on his collarbone. He hums slightly, hands running over your hair, “As for the mark you left, have to think about what you're going to do to make up for it.”

You nibble at his collarbone, Walton grumbles before kissing your forehead.

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You’re sitting at your desk highlighting the latest script you’ve been sent. You’re not the head of department, but it never hurt to have your own set of notes. You can hear Walton just barely through the shared wall. Upstairs you had been graciously given a room to make your office, Walton had even taken you to buy a desk and a few other pieces. You worry at your lip, a small smile when you hear his laughter.

It had been a little less than a month since moving, as always it was easy. Well for the most part. You had pushed about paying for your part of the bills, it seemed only fair considering you were living in his house. Walton, did as he always did, and told you it was fine. It had led to a small heated discussion. You didn’t want to be a burden, he said you were far from it, neither of you wanting to back down. So the two of you had made up a contract, it was more film real than actually real, but it made you feel a little better about everything. You’d pay rent, half of groceries, and he couldn’t kick you out without four weeks notice. There were other details in there too, and part of you worried that a lawyer would have been better. At the same time, you’d been reassured seven ways from Sunday by just about anyone you spoke to that all would be okay. It wasn’t like you both were married or anything like that.

That thought had wandered through your mind way too many times. It was way too early for any of that nonsense. You were content to enjoy this, one day at a time. Looking up at a piece of art you had made with that exact saying, two pinky fingers entwined. Walton had insisted that you frame some of the art you had made, hanging several of your sketches in his office. In turn, you had gotten some of his photos printed, putting them onto the corkboard that now hung on the walls.

The sound of footsteps as Walton pokes his head around the doorframe, a mischievous smile on his face. You smile back, capping the highlighter, and leaning against your chair.

“Hey, baby,” He says, pushing the door open a little more.

“Hello, handsome,” You reply, closing the binder of notes, “How was the phone call.”

“Excellent, I believe we're going to be heading east in three days.” Walton bounces, coming into the room to sit on the corner of the desk.

You chuckle, the fact the two of you had made it a month without Walton exploding from lack of movement was amazing. Helping you move in had helped, several press events, new scripts, auditions, you had to keep him busy. Walton had even joked that it would be your official title, “Walton’s entertainer”.

“Oh! We got start dates?” You ask, sipping on some cold coffee. It was so hot in LA you hadn’t had warm coffee since moving down here.

Walton all but vibrates, "Yes, technically we are going to be there four days before filming. But we got make-up tests, and some camera stuff to do beforehand.”

You giggle at him, “If you could go today we would go eh?”

Walton nods his head, stealing a sip from your coffee mug. “Maybe, I haven’t been to the East Coast in a while. Have you ever been?”

You stretch a little, “No, I haven’t. I am sure you’d show me around town.”

He is up and moving again, pacing around the small room. “Yes, I went to this bagel place last time. It was so good, also there is this underground bar. I got to take you too, the cocktails were fantastic.”

You watch him for a moment, before getting up and moving to him. Walton turns and wraps you up against his chest, you hum content to stay there for a moment and enjoy the feel of him around you. He holds you close, it was one of the few times he wasn’t moving around the place.

“How is my kit coming with me?” You inquire, wondering if you could pack in a suitcase. You’d traveled with a small kit before, but this show would need something a bit more extensive. Even though you were only taking care of Walton, there was also the FX side. Your heart speeds up at the thought,

“Whatever you can put in a suitcase pack. Even if you need an extra one. Anything else will be purchased there. Plus Jeff will have all his stuff there, the two of you can work out what you need and so on. Another reason we need to get there early.” Walton chattered, kissing you on the forehead.

“I think I can manage that,” You say, over to the desk and grabbing a notebook. Lists were going to be necessary to make this as easy as possible. Mind running over all the different bits and pieces you need, realizing an inventory list would help. As well as needing to check in with Jeff, the realization that you’d be working with him was exciting A comforting weight, knowing you would be busy soon. Maybe you were more like Walton than you realized.

“You doing okay in there?” Walton asks, hand resting on your hip, leaning in to kiss the side of your face. Your body relaxes against his touch.

“Actually, yah, can’t wait to get back into the thick of things again.” You smile, feeling content as you lean against him.

Chapter Twenty

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blushblushbear · 2 months

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Fck it- let’s get some ANGST rolling

All the boys reacting to their S/O dying right in front of them, and they are partially responsible for it.

Doesn’t matter how; freak accident, prank/date gone wrong, ppl who have a personal vendetta against them and want revenge- I want to know how they react and how they move on from that moment onwards (if they do at all)

DO.YOUR.WORST!!!

(I’m new to this fandom btw. Hi!! 👋🏼 I rly like your writing :)

AHHHH THANK YOU! I try weirdly hard to do a decent job

but yeah okay *cracks knuckles* let's get into it B)

SHIT'S UNDER THE CUT CAUSE IT'S A LOT AND IT'S DEPRESSING

tw: character death, death in general, violence, gun violence, depression, grief, guilt, heartbreak

Nimh

So I think Nimh's is a freak accident

I think you two are just walking along the side walk together and it's nice and normal and peaceful

and then a car swerves off the road and right towards you two

let's sad for added against you pushed him out of the way on instinct

I think his vision is actually blurred at first when he looks up from his spot in a bush

he does have a heart condition so that amount of shock is gonna make him legitimately dizzy

he almost dies right there when he looks over and sees you unconscious on the ground surrounded by blood

he is full on having a panic attack and can't breath and honestly everything is a dizzy blur for the next few hours

he falls over again just running over to you and is lost to the world as the rest of the scene unfolds around him

he's full on not seeing or hearing anything as he holds you bleeding in his arms

he doesn't even notice how badly he's hyperventilating

you actually don't die right there on the spot

you're put in an ambulance and rushed to the er and then to the icu and Nimh is in the hospital with you

They're also taking care of him as well since he is actually pretty banged up and is clearly having a serve panic attack and might legit pass out if not tended to

when you finally get to the hospital and start to wheel you away to the icu as other er staff are looking over him as a patient he pretty much starts loosing his shit

he wants to go with you but they need to make sure he's okay too

he's sobbing as they take his vitals

you last a few days and he never leaves your side

his parents come by to bring him food and clean clothes and a blanket but he's not leaving you once he's found you again in the icu

it's terrifying to him how still and hurt you look

he talks to you while you're out

honestly for all 3 of those days, he still had hope

no matter what the doctors said

but when he woke up on the morning of the 4th day to the sound of your flat line he watched all his hopes and dreams crumble in front of him

his happy future he saw for himself died with you

he's honestly a depressive mess and his body has not taken to the stress well at all (heart condition and panic attacks)

it's made even worse by the fact that he keeps having dreams about you

that always turn into nightmares where he relives holding you lifeless and bleeding in his arms

I'm going to be honest

I think due to the mix of the stress this puts on his already frail body

and the fact that he's sort of lost his will to live

he actually only lasts a few months after the accident

he was already lucky enough to make it this fair into his life, lucky enough to find the strength to always keep trying and make his body better, lucky enough to find you

but I guess his luck ran out

for what it's worth, I do think he goes peacefully in his sleep

dreaming about you

but a good dream this time

it's just tragic all around

poor Nimh

Volks

Volks' is another nice day turned tragic

You guys had gone out hiking, and he had helped you climb a tree because he really wanted to show you the view

it was taller than you had ever climbed but he promised that he wouldn't let anything happen to you

and as you too are looking at the view--- well, YOU are looking at the view, Volks is looking at you pretty much the whole time (like he always does)

but for a brief moment he took his eyes off you to also look at the view with you

and in that moment a strong wind shook the branch and made you loose your balance

your security tie failed and you went tumbling

that split second moment went by like an hour to Volks

the sudden realization that you weren't there

then looking down and seeing you falling

it took all of his will power to not instinctively jump after you

but when he saw you hit the ground he never scrambled down a tree so quickly

every part of him was shaking and his heart was pounding in his ears

he came up to you and you were still alive, but badly hurt

he gently cradled you in his arms and noticed you had blood coming out of your head

he pulled you onto his back panicking

calling 911 with his shaking hand

he met them on the side of the road and rode with you in the back of the ambulance

the whole time he was just staring wide eyed and pale at you

you were alive and moving but you were so out of it

the ems said you had definitely hit your head on something on the fall (probably a rock) and that you had several broken bones

you got none of that

Volks heard every word of it loud and clear like the worst was being confirmed for him

and he was responding to none of it

just staring at you

when you got to the hospital, his mom was already rushing out to meet the paramedics

you had met her a few times, she really liked you a lot, and especially liked how happy you made her son

she was taking charge since you were already like family to her

when they wheeled you back she told Volks to follow

your vitals were starting to tank and you've lost too much blood

the er room was a panicked frenzy that you were too out of it to comprehend

and the whole time Volks just kept staring at you

in your state, you were trying to make anything out

then you looked over at Volks

and when you looked at him there was this look of recognition and almost like relief

he stared back at your eyes, dull and distant but fully seeing him, the blood running down your forehead ruining the tenderness this look would've otherwise brought him

he didn't realize it yet, but he was tearing up

you reached out your hand to him weakly

he practically jumped forward, walking to you and taking your hand

your grip was weak and there was dirt and blood on your palms

you squeezed his hand as best you could manage

and you smiled at him

gazing lovingly into his eyes

and as he gazed back into yours

he watched as your bright eyes went dark

and then unfocused

he heard the single note of you leaving

and felt a panic he'd never known before as your hand slipped from his

his vision blurred as he just stood there shaking in disbelief

he couldn't find any words or form any thoughts as tears streamed down his cheeks

in a distance he heard his mom's voice

he heard his name

she was saying something

she felt her hand numb on his back

but he couldn't take any of it in

he just stared at you

for maybe the last time

you were just here and now you were gone

his contact finally broke when his mom pulled him away into a hug

she was crying on his shoulder, and holding her baby boy so tight

Volks blinked and it all hit him at once

and he broke down in his mothers arms as they crumpled to the floor together and sobbed

months went by

and he barely left the house

he went back and forth between staring at the wall and looking back over pictures you took together and texts you had sent

then crying

then back to the wall

his mom checked in on him a lot

but he's barely there anymore

on one visit she brings him food and notices a rose in a vase with fresh water

it's one he brought home from your funeral

it's long dead but he keeps watering it

for the millionth time Volks' mom preaches the helpfulness of grief counseling and invites him to join her this week at the group meeting

he refuses and she goes back to unloading the food she brought him into his fridge

he's not eating much though

on her way out she kisses his forehead and tells him she loves him

she stops at the door

and looks back at the rose

then her son

'you know.... they would've wanted you to be happy... that's all they ever wanted...'

Volks is silent for a while

his mom sighs and gets ready to leave again

'hey mom....'

she turns

'...what time is the therapy group?'

Kelby

Ya know, weirdly enough, I think Kelby actually handles all this the healthiest of all the boys??

also before I give an actual death lemme just say it's really hard for me to think of something for Kelby that's not Final Destination levels of insane lol

but no, okay okay

ahem

I think with Kelby it's just a regular ol' run of the mill daily tragedy

You're driving together, he's at the wheel, you guys are probably headed to a nice day at the beach

or back from a nice day at the beach

it's late but he's careful

but the sad truth is careful doesn't matter when other people drink and drive

your car is hit head on by someone going twice the speed limit, and your side of the car takes the main impact

I think unlike the previous two guys, you don't get a hospital goodbye

you are most likely dead on impact

and Kelby's not looking too hot either

I think he passes out in an ambulance and wakes up a few hours later to a few new injuries and the shocking news that you didn't make it

pretty sure everyone can hear his wails from down the hall

He's actually basically crying off an on for the next few years

he spends time with family

time with friends

looks at pictures

reads old texts

cries and cries and cries

he goes to therapy and goes through the moitons

but no matter what he can't fight this new hole he feels

the one where all his love for you went

I think he actually becomes an advocate for safe driving

and joins a lot of support groups

He actually helps a lot of people work through their pain

and that helps him work through his

the sad truth about this kind of thing is that it really is a mundane tragedy

that feels like an oxymoron but this sudden heartbreak happens everyday

but through the proper channels, Kelby has found ways to cope

though every now and then the loneliness does get him

how can it not

but if he can't spend the rest of his life with you

then he'll dedicate the rest of it in your memory

and help others do the same

also he keeps your picture by his bedside and talks to it frequently

telling you good morning and good night and such

He never stops missing you

Eli

I feel like with Eli, it really is something outlandish

Like he convinced you to go romantically dancing in the rain and you got struck by lightening

and to other people he laughs it off

'ain't life a bitch, at least they went out in a blaze of glory, they always were electrifying,' etc etc etc

but the truth of the matter is he's deeply and unbelievably upset about this

at his core, he's inconsolable

and he probably jokes about that too

'haha I'm dead inside actually! :)'

he has started seeing a therapist

he's got a lot to unpack

also I know there's not super explicit alcohol mentions in the game

but we know Eli is a party boy

and he's def developed a drinking problem over this

he doesn't know how to handle his feelings so he stays out all night partying like he would do with you

tearing shit up and drinking his feelings away

all so he can stumble home alone and pass out immediately so he doesn't have to contemplate how utterly empty and pointless his big fancy apartment feels

or how empty and pointless he feels

he's also dabbled in some drugs but he's trying to be real careful about that since he doesn't wanna wake up in an alley way (at least not cause of drugs-- he might a few times over booze though)

I think there was a time Eli had a lot of self hatred growing up followed by full self acceptance and self celebration

but he doesn't feel like celebration himself right now

he's pretty sure you'd be disguised with what he's become in your absence

hence the going to therapy

he hasn't found the right therapist just yet but he's going to keep trying

he liked the good things about himself, he liked the good things about you, and all the good things you saw in him, even the stuff he didn't always see as good himself

he wants to like himself again

the way he did when he had you loving him

he truly felt the happiest with you around

but now

he lives in the club

and drinks till dawn

he wakes up in a haze

feeling sick as shit

slowly gets himself together-ish

and ends up wondering what his life has become without you

has a coffee

and a headache

reads some poetry or listens to a song that reminds him of you

ulgy cries for a bit until his headache is worse

calms down enough to eat (well, less calm and more too burnt out)

rinse, repeat.

He doesn't plan to do this forever

he doesn't want to do this forever

someday he's gonna find a way to be happy again without you

though nothing will ever compare to the great love of his life that surprised him out of nowhere

Anon

okay here me out this might be a little too real BUT

bitch I think he got swatted

he messed around with the wrong dude and he got swatted

it got messy

you were there when it happened

he is pressing SO MANY CHARGES

he is a wreck

there's a movement online to try and help and support him through this trying time but honestly

he sees very little of it

he's sort of logged off for a while

actually a long while

he moved houses cause he was just too scared and traumatized

he couldn't stay in the house he watched you get shot in

he's going to so much therapy but it's not helping much

well, it is actually

just not in ways he's seeing or feeling

normally he'd get his revenge asap but like

that sort of thing is what got him into this mess

he is still taking all the legal action he can though

got the best lawyers on his side

SOMEONE is going to jail hell or high water

but it doesn't help fill the hole

he spends a lot of time lying in silence

or going outside

or staring at a blank screen that isn't turned on

he's actually not sure he'll ever get out of this whole

he looks at his phone from time to time but only to look at pictures of you

it's not connected to the internet or anything

eventually he finally feels up to trying to be online for an afternoon

maybe check his socials a bit and play a game

that's when he finally sees the out pour of condolences people have left for him

it actually makes him feel better

you know that bit in that lil nas song 'strangers make you feel so loved, ya know?'

that's him right now

he will never get over this

not even a little bit

and I think he's done using his powers to fuck around

I think eventually he will get to something resembling his old self but

you're still his desktop background

and he's never not going to feel that void you left

or the crushing guilt that flows

Garret

oh man

what to do with Garret

GEEZ uhhhh

I think with Garret, he just wakes up one morning with you in his arms and you're pale and unmoving

I think for him we're gonna say brain aneurysm

you just had one in your sleep overnight and there was nothing anyone could do

he was a panicking sobbing mess the whole time he waited for emergency services with you in his arms

and he wasn't much better while riding in the ambulance with you (he refused to leave your side)

you were barely breathing the whole ride and stopped breathing before you even made it to the hospital

despite the fact that literally none of this was his fault and absolutely there was nothing anyone could do he still blames himself

you died in his arms

he should've been able to do something

I think after a few years of group therapy he finally manages to get back to something like his old self

but he still breaks down in a sobbing wreck every now and then over this all

and he misses you every day

I think he constantly goes back and forth on whether to get rid of the bed you two shared on the night you died

on the one hand you died in that bed (sort of)

but on the other that's the last place you were together

either way he still hasn't gotten rid of it

and he has a locket with your picture in it that he never takes off

Dmitri

I'm running out of way for you to die guys

I think let's go with you were visiting him at the coffee shop and one of the espresso machines exploded, injuring 3 and killing 1 (that's you) (.....shut up I'm trying)

a coffee bean was launched right into your heart

so tragic

he like all the others go into a depressive state but he does very melo-drama about it

lots of tears and wilted roses and sobbing while draped across a sofa holding a framed photo of you

love poems, robe, tissues, ice cream, empty bottles of wine

his sister comes to visit him every day but it doesn't help

I honestly think he never lets this go

he wears this sorrow on his sleeve like a memorium to you

he vows he will never love again and he keeps it

there's a lot of talking to his main framed picture of you (he has a lot) and telling you about his day or his family or how much he misses you

that last bit usually comes up

he's definitely drinking more wine than before

he's not full Eli binging but he definitely gets it down

If he had a ring he was going to propose with (and he probably did let's be real), he wears it now around his neck

a reminder of the happy ending with you he will never get to see

Ichiban

I think this one actually is a prank gone wrong

or at least a video gone wrong

he actually quits his channel for a while out of guilt

he just can't stand running it

he eventually comes back for the fans but it takes like a full year before they hear from him

he spends a lot of time being depressed in the dark

playing games and sometimes talking to himself like he's talking to you

he has a really great therapist that helps him a lot with the guilt and grief

when he does eventually come back, he has a much greater boundary between his online life and his personal life

he also doesn't do stunts/pranks EVER

he actually only updates here and there cause he's putting his focus into more artist projects

the first one is an exploration of grief and how it can change a person

he's got a lot of guests from all over the internet who are here to share their stories of loss that were going on behind the camera

it's very soul bearing all around and it actually is seen as an over all good

it made a lot of people feel seen and less alone

including him

nothing will ever replace you

but he's using his fame now to let people know they aren't alone, so hopefully that's something

William

I think with William you were at the clinic visiting him and something venomous bit you

most likely a snake

you were rushed to the hospital and given anti-venom, but it was too late, the damage was already done

I think he is actually the most functional of all the dudes after the fact

like he's very much Not Okay, but he's trying his best to get through his day

the moment he gets home though he enters into the most mournful slump

he puts a record on and drinks a glass of wine and stares at your picture and just

mourns

he finds himself missing you throughout his day but the second he gets home it's a little all consuming

he's honestly kind of resigned to spending the rest of his life alone mourning you

maybe in a few years from now, he'll try for love again

but he already knows it's not going to be the same

he's always going to feel the weight of your loss on his heart

Myx

I think with Myx it's probably a very sudden yet terminal diease

he puts everything on pause to be with you for as long as he can

he gets about a few months (it's still not enough)

after another few months away from everything spent mourning he finally returns to the stage

he has basically a whole new albums worth of songs

each one of them was him working through his loss and pain

you know those albums you listen to from an artist, and you're just like 'who hurt you???'

yeah, this one is his

except the answer is life

or more specifically death

the amount of times he cries on stage performing some of these songs is unsurprising

a lot of fans send him letters of encouragement and condolences

and flowers

so many flowers

your funeral was actually a sea of flowers

some from friends and family

some from Myx's fans

but honestly mostly from Myx

his next album isn't quite so consumed with grief but honestly-- the subject always comes back up

there's also a few songs for you in there that are really sweet

it's not all tears and heartache

a few happy memories immortalized in song

though a lot of fans and critics consider the ones he wrote during that first year without you some of his most compelling and heartfelt bits of work

and it only cost him everything...

Stirling

Let us pretend my previous post about the reader gaining immortality does not exist

Stirling loses you to time

like so many things before you

and many things after

your loss stings the most though

he stayed with you until the end of your life

loving you every moment he could find

and even making some himself

but he's learned the hard way that all good things must come to an end

and frankly you were the best thing, so your end left the biggest shadow

he misses you every moment of his eternity

so many paintings and portraits of you throughout your years hang in his walls

but none of them ever did do you justice

he's found ways, like this, to surround himself with some version of your presence

though it never fully chases away the loneliness

he embraces the end gracefully

though every so often, when the night is clear and the stars are bright

he can't help but look into the heavens

think of you

and weep

Scale

Scale lost you to an enemy assassin

He doesn't know if they were going for him and just missed

or if they meant to target you just to get at him

but either way he watched in horror as a dart flew into your neck, and you fell to the ground motionless

He never stops blaming himself

He knew he was no good for you and he stuck around anyways

and look where that got you

he spends months hunting down and killing the assassin that did you in

but even bringing justice to your end doesn't make him feel any better

okay, maybe it helps a little, but it's still not enough

he sort of slinks into solitude for several years following your death

he also takes a vow of silence (for some reason--- he won't say why)

he frequently visits your grave and mourns you

he also reads over your old text convos

and he cries

a lot

he kind of lost his heart on that day

and it's truly doubtful he'll ever get it back

not with you gone

Sven

I think this one is another car

I know it's very sudden at the least

he doesn't really know how to process it at all

he's actually in quite the downward spiral for the next few months

going back and forth between trying to remain positive and being a sobbing wreck

bruh, I think your loss kinda broke him

he's seeing like 3 different therapists

they're helping a little

he still sobs uncontrollably at least once a day

honestly, I don't think he ever truly gets back to his old self

he just can't anymore

Cole

heheheheh *CRACKS KNUCKLES*

He's not sure how it happened

all he knows is that he came to on the floor next to you

He was holding you

and there was a lot of blood

you were already cold, your warmth long gone

and his head was spinning

everything was a fog

what had he...

he remembers feeling jealous

and helpless

and angry

he sort of blacked out in a spiral

there's vague flashes

you pinned behind him as

no.

no no no no no no no.

he couldn't have.

he wouldn't have.

h-he didn't mean to.

you can't be.

he staring down at your still body, limp and lifeless in his arms.

all the pieces are coming back together.

it's all coming back to him.

he let's out a nervous laugh as he shakes you gently and says your name.

It all had to be a bad dream.

That was all a dream.

He could never have...

please wake up...

he's so sorry...

please wake up...

...just be a bad dream...

Poe

I think for Mr. Poet we're gonna have to go Byronic on his ass

that's right, it's Consumption baby! Aka tuberculosis!

basically meaning you get real sick

and he's with you every step of the way

staying by your side as your body gives out

documenting ever turn with a new bit of writing or poem

he's never been so prolific

nor so heartbroken

he doesn't share any of the poems about you

He actually might pull a Dickinson and never share them

only to have them found and published after his death

he doesn't know how many pages he filled sitting by your bed side as you slept

he keeps a book of pressed flowers from throughout your decline

flowers he brought you, or ones given by the hospital or friends, a few flowers from your funeral

He probably spends the rest of his life even more listless than before

definitely more heart broken

he moves on in his writing (at least for the stuff he shares publicly)

but he never moves on in his heart

Cashew

I'm unsure how this one happens, but the follow up is the same

I think after a month or so, he tries to go back to his usual life

tries to get up, go to classes, go about his life

but he can't really care anymore

he's just going through the motions

he reads a lot of books where there's a character death to cope

also a lot of romance

and a lot of crying

he's kind of a shut in off and on for about a year

he slowly but surely bounces back

learns to be happy again

be he always knows he would be happier with you

there's a lot of pictures of you and him still floating around

he likes to try and remember you always

even if it hurts, seeing your face still makes him feel a little better

he's also def a member of the talks to your picture a lot squad

one of your pictures is his good luck charm

he got it laminated and uses it as a book mark so you can still kinda 'read with him'

Seth

OH BOY

he thought he wasn't going to care much since he deals with souls all the time

but he truly forgot what this was and now he's pissed

cocky fucker legit forgot that he lives in hell

and that's not where you end up

he doesn't really mourn like the rest of them cause you're not really gone

but he does still miss you

and is trying to tug at every string he can to try and either get himself up there or you down here

it's his new main goal, but it's gonna be a tough one

he keeps trying to trade your soul for others but the folks upstairs ain't buying it

this honestly feels like more of a set up for a rom com manga than anything else lol what is this even doing here IT'S NOT SAD ENOUGH

Logan

oh okay his can get very sad

I think his is going to be learning the hard way that you can't save everyone

and that no matter how hard to plan for something, things can still go wrong

(maybe he should be spider-man...)

but yeah, he was definitely one of the emergency services that responds to yours

he heard your address and got there so fast

but it wasn't fast enough

this loss legit takes him the majority of his life to get over

he was honestly planning to spend the rest of his life with you and that future went up in smoke

he goes to a lot of therapy, both group and one on one

and it helps

but not by much

he's definitely a different person after this all

a little less cheerful, a lot more serious

and hard to believe it but a little better at his job

he went from eye wide newbie with a hero complex to grizzled vet who knows how bad it can really get

and hey look another member of the pictures of you everywhere and he also talks to them squad

keeps a picture of you in the pocket of his fire jacket, near his chest

I mean, he already did that but now it hits different

also wears the ring he had gotten for you around his neck

(though not while working, fire fighters tend to not wear jewelry on the job cause metal hot)

lots of tears

lots of cuddle puddles with the rescue animals

occasionally names one after you

you were the love of his life

still are

Reece

Reece's is definitely a wacky space adventure gone wrong

he's shaken by the loss of you

I don't know how it happened but I know it was very sudden

spends a while in his ship just staring into the middle distance

he can't believe your gone

he spends a lot of time traveling around licking his wounds

also marshaling his forces to go face down whatever entity took you from this universe

tried to go back and save you but it always ends the same

after his last attempt he actually goes back in time to before you two even met and watches you from a distance

you look so happy, you have no idea what's about to happen to your life

he doesn't regret meeting you but he wonders often if things would've been better for YOU if he hadn't

flies solo for a few centuries

every now and then stops by and visits you in a time where you two still hadn't met

admittedly he's stalking you a bit but just in small bursts

it hurts a lot, but it also makes him feel better

try as he might, there's just some things he can never change

and the closer to home it hits, the more it hurts

Aki

WHOO BOY another immortal/semi-immortal character!

I think for all the fox boys we're going to just have you go of natural causes, no immortality for you

it's both hard for him to be sad about this and equally as impossible to not be devastated

on the one hand, you two had a beautiful life together

and having you in each others lives made them so full

but Aki's learning for the first time that part of being a kistune is seeing all good things end while you have to keep going

honestly I think all Kistune to some degree are like Aki, then Haru, then Fuyu as time goes on

like they all start to some degree young and wild and mischievous, then eventually calm a bit more and chill as they mature, and then being a live for so long matures them to such a level they're almost un-reacting cause they've seen it all

everyone's a little different but it's always roughly the same path

and this is Aki's first

you're Aki's first

his first everything

his first great love

his first great life mate

his first great loss

like all kistune before him, this is an aging mark

he's going to be a different person on the other side of this

he's still going to be Aki, just a different version of Aki

one that knows what it means to hurt on this level

he takes about a century to get over it--- well as over it as he's ever gonna get

he may one day have another mate or take another lover

but it will never be like how it was with you

I'm actually not sure if he ever pairs off with someone else for good (I'm honestly not sure any of them do)

and no matter how much time and experience changes him

or how many years pass

he still thinks back on his time with you often and gets all warm again

Haru

SO!

Natural causes, no immortality for you, you just get old and die

so they way I was talking with Aki and how all kistune probably have a similar life path as they age visa vee experiences and firsts

Haru actually is the way he is cause he was trying to AVOID that at all costs

he ran through life trying his damnest to not let anyone get too close cause he doesn't wanna deal

ESPECIALLY humans

sad, pathetic, emotional, short lived little humans

but then you actually managed to break through

and he kind of like--- got it then

like he gets it now

he understands how a connection can be worth the risk of pain

though I will say he does start the relationship fully in denial about the inevitable

he doesn't want to talk about loss, he doesn't want to think of you dying, he doesn't want to have to figure out what a world without you would be like

I think the biggest slap to the face Haru has ever gotten is when he gave you one of his 'I'm gonna spend the rest of my life pleasing you' and you kinda gently threw out 'well.... the rest of MY life anyway...'

I think hearing it from you made him actually like--- hear it ya know???

he generally doesn't loose his cool much but he def looses it then

or anytime someone brings up that you're mortal

I think all of the kitsune do at some point try and find a way to make you immortal but with Haru it's low key a thing he never gave up on

he's not always actively searching, but he's searching on the down low

weirdly I think the person that helps him cope the most with your death is you

YOU knew what you were getting into

and you're not afraid to talk about it with him

especially cause he has a hard time staying mad at you so you can kinda say whatever

he takes a lot of solace in the fact that he made your life very happy

and he enjoys the fuck out of every moment you two have together

he tries so hard not to dwell on it

but once it actually comes and is in front of him

he has a hard time processing

he's not good at processing big feelings okay

I think he might become a drunk for a while

just a grumpy depressed drunk

he actually goes back and forth between a picture of you being the last thing he wants to see and the only thing he wants to see

he's another person whose going to come out different on the other side of the loss

I think he tried at one point to take another lover but he ended up getting upset, and kicked them out before anything could happen cause he just wanted you

and now he's alone and drunk and crying, look what you've done to him

ngl I think he becomes that like--- emotionally wounded, grizzled, often drunk samurai type (like Yasuo back at the star of his story)

he went from fuck boy to lover boy to grumpy older dude whose a little stand off-ish but honestly he's actually very sweet he just has a lot of pain to work through

also even though your face is sometimes the last thing he wants to see (partly cause he's ashamed at what a wreck he's become without you), he still keeps a picture of you near his heart

Fuyu

I'm so tempted to have your end be violent with Fuyu cause he's mr. war crimes but honestly

I think growing to trust again and learning the lesson that violence was never the answer is not only Fuyu's character arch, but low key all of the kistune boys character archs????

but yeah, so no, despite my temptations

natural causes, old age, no immortality for you

so Fuyu is no stranger to death or loss

and he has seen people he cared about die (fandom headcanons, one of them WAS Natsu and I am behind the idea that he didn't wanna do it)

but you just hit differently

he truly never met anyone like you

nor has he loved anyone as deeply

nor will he again for that matter

he tries his best to mourn your death with grace

but behind closed doors he's a sobbing wreck

I think the full time line of Fuyu at least for the parts that we see him are as follows

Angy, deep down Very Sad and Lonely, Uptight, RAWR -> Learns to chill and love and repent and be more open and is just generally still kinda stuffy and stiff but a lot more warm and happy -> still not the monster he once allowed himself to become, still a bit stuffy but also still chill, very solemn, very sad

so he didn't loose his gentleness that his time with you taught him

but he did get back his sad and lonely

He thinks about you everyday

and talks to your spirit in his moments alone

( not actually your--- you're not a ghost, making that clear--- more your memory)

you honestly made him a much better dude

and your company lead to him being able to open himself to more people

but none of them are you

and they never can be

he still writes you poetry

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was wondering if you only draw lee as the top or if you would ever make them switch 👀

I KNEW THIS QUESTION WOULD COME UP SOMEDAY SO

*inhales deeply*

im ready LET'S TALK ABOUT IT (look who likes to talk about fucking)

im too old to think that people in relationships don't change roles, so absolutely always one way or another I still perceive characters as switches, but I usually think about why/how

1. Gaara is just a person who is very bad at perceiving his body and in his "physical sensation", so for quite a long time I have been presenting him exclusively as bottom. At the same time, Lee, on the contrary, as a person who has put most of his life into training, should feel-be aware of-understand his body very well.

2. ...and because of the sandy armor, I think that Gaara is actually very sensitive physically, (a meme of the lvl - I'm not sensitive at all - gets rid of the sandy armor and gets a kiss behind the ear - … WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT) but at the same time he has practically no tactile experience, but there is too much tactile hunger. at the same time (obviously) that gaara in my perception carries a very submissive character - for the same reasons, including the fact that pain and suppression in general are new to him

he purposefully tried to injure himself as a child, but could not + the act of imprinting kanji on his forehead looks exclusively like selfharm

needless to say, at the same time, Lee is the first to let him feel SUCH a physical impact

with his character and strength, no one could really make him feel physically "crushed" by someone, and if in the end someone attacked, it was with a sense of fear

although it looks like he was constantly running into it lol

so when someone takes an active position, it gives the feeling that the person has no fear of you, he does not perceive you "stronger" and he has enough confidence in character/ strength

SO, in my eyes, Gaara is a pretty provocative bitch, and as they once perfectly told me in a dialogue that Gaara is purposefully trying to anger / annoy Lee - "each of them has not met a guy who is not afraid of their strength and who thinks it's pretty hot to see how he uses all This power"

at the same time, he has a huge sense of guilt inside and a huge accumulation of suppressed emotions (which include the desire for someone else's intimacy)

and a huge sense of responsibility to everyone in a new role as kazekage (we also apply age), that is… there are literally no things in which you could feel free, irresponsible and not think about how it might affect you (I think this is exactly what was touched upon in my parts about akatsuki!Lee) so in the end, this whole combination is reflected in the fact that for a long time not feeling his body well enough, he is comfortable being in such a position, taking maximum to satisfy tactile hunger and the need for someone else's intimacy, and at the same time giving control into other hands.

(fck, look at this piece from the exam. IT REFLECTS what im talking abt. It's just how many people Gaara has met who would react to such a thing like Lee with such enthusiasm lol)

at the same time, Lee actually likes to show off quite a lot and he has more aggressive vibes than Guy (this is one of the basic things in which I feel their difference)

of course, the first acquaintance with Lee. who, well, just decided to stuff Sasuke's face, hitting Naruto along the way.

there are still endless discussions about the fact that Lee lost most of the fights because of his desire to show off (including the fight with gaara, which in general he could have won if he had acted smarter, rather than using EVERYTHING HE COULD AT ONCE)

like the fight where he came to Sakura's aid. Lotus, dude, really? he could have just turned them into a stampede by removing the weights.

fcking shit, a series about a drunken fist. What did he do? he just started destroying everything around with SUCH ENTHUSIASM.

VERY UNDERESTIMATED MOMENTS IN THE FILLER ABOUT THE SECOND EXAM. about "losing his temper"- in a scuffle in the kitchen, for a while he tried to stop the fight with WORDS, but in the end he just uses force. With Shira, he wants first of all… to fight. and the last, super important (for me, apparently) - when they encounter those who betrayed Shira, Shira does not want to follow them. while Lee does not accept this point of view, and runs away after them… (to BEAT THEIR FACES IS IT WORTH SAYING)…because he felt that they had no right to do so and should get punched in the face for their behavior. by the way, it was about the same in the filler about curry (a piece out of context looks doubtful lol / but I can't add a second video, but I'll add a link this)

let's move on

3. I'm adding my headcanon about the first sex. I am sure, due to Gaara's weak sense of ethics, he would be the first to come to a firm decision that we NEED SEX lol, bcse this is a simple logic

"are we together? - when people together, do they have sex? - we must to have sex"

and I'm sure he came to it quite easily (not like Lee), and until the last moment he was quite confident and calm… until they reached the bed, conditionally. the lack of sand armor makes him feel insecure and too vulnerable, which he is not used to, and his body turns out to be much more sensitive than he could have thought, which with the "WELL, LET'S GO FUCK" approach turns out to be TOO MUCH, so he just can't. so Lee, being… Well, you know. being Lee. he just calms him down and, lying on top, offered to just lie there for now, just letting him feel his body. also, in general, I imagine in the same place that Lee is just trying to provide him with tactile sensations without sexual overtones, which Gaara did not have. where it concerns body parts that are not usually thought of. elbows. between his fingers. the back of the knee. an angular bone on the foot. so these are just touches that helped to connect more with the sensations of your body.

-> and yes, it's clear that it was all a matter of time. this still applies to the story about the submissive, because it develops logically: after you study the body and its reactions sexually, and then you just want to get more and more. The approach is to "just do something (anything) else with my body" and feel it again and in a new way, when overall tactile hunger becomes more obvious and behavior becomes more provocative.

Well, now you know the reasons, you can move on to changing roles.

I imagine a change of roles in adulthood, although I do not think that this happens quite often. …in addition to submissive traits, after speeches about "getting out of myself", I think that gaara has a disciplinary kink in the role of the top (in general, in the role of the bottom too, it is just demonstrated differently, the approach is of course, just from the position of the top from bottom) and having brought their needs to stability, the need to shift "control" is no longer the same, but at the same time it is quite typical for Gaara's character to keep everything under control. we put all this together - therefore, the top with a disciplinary kink, playing doubly on the fact that Lee holds discipline enough by himself. delaying orgasm, fixation, permission to cum and praise for obedience - all. here.

changing roles is always normal when people are in stable, comfortable relationships, where most of the problems have been worked out - it's just new opportunities and that's it. of course, there are still some preferred patterns of behavior, but this is still just a variant of expressing love/desire for a partner.

therefore, if we summarize all the timings and my general idea of "preferred patterns", then Gaara seems to me more like a top from bottom and Lee as service top.

and yes, considering that this may change depending on the time and level of the relationship,

for example, going back to the recent sktch about blood, this is the part where Gaara looks to me like a greedy and demanding top from bottom, just fuck me RIGHT. NOW.

just like for Lee, there are situations where, instead of a top service, he goes into top mode (this is more related to exasperation after another Gaara "oh, and what are you going to do for it/you don't sound threatening").

and where Lee could just as well be the bottom one, because "I will keep you on the verge of orgasm until morning in all ways, until you start begging for permission to cum 😌✨"

#leegaa #gaalee #rock lee #sabaku no gaara #u can ask

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