#he was so brave for talking about his feelings like this man has balls

[dantesmelancholicshitpost]

SPEND WHAT? ETERNITY? YOUR WHOLE LIFE? EVERY SINGLE MOMENT THAT THIS WORLD HAS TO OFFER? WITH THE MAN YOU LOVE MORE THAN ANYTHING? YOUR ANGEL? WHAT IS THAT, CROWLEY?!WHAT?!?!

[feroluce]

Not to make everything about my ship, but if I don't do it no one will, so today we are making meta analysis of Boothill's faceoff match about henghill, because the differences between Boothill's stand off with Luka and his one with Dan Heng- and what you can infer about Boothill himself and what catches his eye in a person- makes me chew concrete.

JUST. I loved the scene between Luka and Boothill so much. I love how wildly unrestrained Boothill is. He really just shoved the barrel of his gun in his opponent's face and put the fear of death into him as a way to test Luka's resolve. I utterly adore him. I hope he does it again. Anyway.

When confronted with all this, Luka freezes. His stress-induced hallucinations were already bad, but you can see how they really ramp up in this match, because before, they were always something familiar. Previous enemies became Silvermanes, or Belobogian automatons, or even Cocolia. Luka is far from home for the first time in his life, and he's so terribly homesick his brain is making everything familiar, because that is what he's desperately craving right now.

But Boothill.

Boothill is something so new, and unique, and horrific and terrifying, that he becomes something entirely unknown to Luka. His hallucination manifests as Something Unto Death, as the very fear of death itself.

And this stand off (which I love so much that this is how this match progressed, because like that's literally just Boothill's in-game skill; he locks the enemy into a one-on-one duel, so this was extremely in character for him) lasts long enough that Owlbert starts having to fill in the silence over the loudspeaker,

and even Boothill himself starts trying to push Luka into making a decision one way or the other.

Given that Boothill is a hunter by trade and is proven to have all the patience to track his prey and then some, this was more for Luka's sake than any impatience on his part, to try to shove him out of his freeze reaction.

And Boothill isn't really hard to read throughout this whole exchange, he all but says outright what he's looking for.

Boothill wants to see him surpass this test and come at him! You can see it in his face when Luka finally takes a step! And in how he congratulates him!

And then he fucking shot him snxhsjksjsn

Boothill admires courage, and bravery, and decisiveness. He admires a person's ability to put their life on the line and still fight in the face of danger and overwhelming odds. Those are the things that catch his eye.

And Luka does kind of get there eventually, but it is a stalling, halting motion that gets him there, and he fell to pieces immediately afterwards. This is his first time with this, and he's still figuring it out.

Dan Heng, on the other hand.

Boothill's stand off with Dan Heng from 2.2 is so fucking far in the total opposite direction that it is HILARIOUS.

Boothill literally breaks into the Astral Express, ambushes Dan Heng, and Dan Heng still has the balls to not only demand info out of Boothill- like doesn't even ask nicely, demands it- he also just straight up calls Boothill a liar. Right to his face! And he still isn't nice about it!!

By the way, that entire conversation? This is how it takes place.

Boothill, phrasing!!

Boothill has him at gunpoint! Dan Heng does not have his weapon with him! He does not flinch, and even stands there with his arms crossed seeming simultaneously pissed and utterly unimpressed. He looks like he should be irritably tapping his foot and looking down his nose at him. Dan Heng could not give less of a shit.

For that matter, Dan Heng even turns his back and walks away from Boothill- right in the middle of him talking, too! Not a single attempt to be considerate of the man who could decide any moment he feels like decorating the wall with Dan Heng's brains.

Dan Heng is brave and courageous and completely unflappable in the face of danger. He is ruthless and decisive in how he conducts himself, even when staring down the barrel of a gun. And through his efforts in Penacony, he shows the ability to put his life on the line and fight through overwhelming odds to save his once-in-a-lifetime companions.

No wonder Dan Heng caught Boothill's eye the way he did, no wonder the two of them were working together and bantering not even minutes after Boothill pulled a gun on him haha

[arlerts-angel]

🖤⛓️🔞| 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐥. 1: 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

a/n: welcome to the official first installment of kinktober! today we'll start off with some softcore stuff; headcanons/how our men pleasure themselves; a look into their pants and if they use any assistance to do the deed 😮‍💨

cw: descriptions of male masturbation methods, dick sizes/descriptions, toys mentioned

taglist: @callm3senpaii @la-undercover-latina @dilfkentolover @arlertwitch @nigthmar3moon @darkstarlight82 @daddydynamight @softlilpeachxx @ringsofsaturnnnn @millennialmagicalgirl @i-literally-cant-with-this

🖤 armin arlert:

x-ray: armin's pretty average at about 5 and 1/2 inches! he has more length than girth and curves ever so slightly upwards. he is so smooth, loves to be clean shaven.

method: armin loves to use a small bullet vibrator and stimulate his taint while he masturbates. sometimes he'll go even further if he's feeling brave. it gives him the most intense orgasms (besides his partner) and usually makes him a noisy, whiny mess. when armin cums, he cums in his hand for relatively easy cleanup.

assistance: armin doesn't care to watch porn but he will look at pictures you send him or watch videos of the two of you fucking.

🖤 eren jaeger:

x-ray: eren packs a nice 7 inch cock, and it's thick too. his pubes are the same shade as his hair and are trimmed neatly, doesn't mind letting them be wild sometimes, though.

method: eren likes to edge himself. he likes to take his time when he masturbates, so he'll stroke his cock and get incredibly close to cumming and just stop, leaving his cock red and throbbing. eventually he'll spill his cum over his tummy once he's had enough.

assistance: eren watches porn frequently, less when in a relationship or not at all if his partner isn't comfortable with it. he loves to watch girl on girl porn or dick riding videos.

🖤 levi ackerman:

x-ray: mans has the thickest, juiciest cock ever and you cannot tell me otherwise. length wise he's slightly above average, close to 6 inches.

method: every now and then, levi will use a cock ring when he jerks off. he loves how hard it makes his cock and allows him to last longer during his jerk off sessions. levi has a designated cum rag that he uses to finish in so as to not make a mess.

assistance: levi absolutely does not watch porn. he knows it's completely unrealistic and thus does not add any fuel to his fire. he prefers to use his imagination.

🖤 jean kirstein:

x-ray: well, let's just say he's got a cock that matches his face ;) homeboy is packing heat. a solid 8 inches, all length.

method: jean likes to use his non-dominant hand to jerk off. he turns his hand so that it slides down his cock forefinger first. he'll twist his hand ever so slightly, as if someone else was stroking his dick for him. jean does the deed in the shower, so he lets his cum spurt out against the shower wall and down the drain.

assistance: jean likes to use pictures or videos you send him, much like armin does. he will occasionally watch porn if he feels compelled to.

🖤 connie springer:

x-ray: connie has an average size, maybe slightly below average penis. but what he lacks in length he makes up for in width, and wit.

method: connie likes to play with his balls when he masturbates. he'll twirl them around between his fingers or pull them up and down rhythmically as he jerks his cock. connie cums into tissues, though they're not the most effective at actually catching the spurts.

assistance: connie always has SOMEONE in his phone willing to send nudes to him, relationship status be damned. single? he's got hoes. taken? he'll happily ask for nudes from his pretty baby. he loves to watch amateur porn too.

🖤 reiner braun

x-ray: do i even have to say it... HIS COCK IS MASSIVE. reiner is big and beefy in all the right places. i'm talking porn star cock. 10 inches and it's thick.

method: reiner uses lots of lube. he's big and girthy so he needs a little extra sum sum to get him there. he also likes to jerk it in the shower every now and then, but if he's not in the shower he's definitely in the bedroom, cumming buckets into your bra or panties.

assistance: reiner loves to have phone sex. there's something steamy about only hearing you moan and talk dirty without seeing you touch yourself.

🖤 bertholdt hoover

x-ray: this man is the definition of pencil dick and i mean it in the nicest way possible. his cock is as tall and thin as he is, and he knows how to use it.

method: bertholdt doesn't use any special toys or lubes. he'll either spit in his hand and jerk it or use some lotion if he happens to be near some. he usually saves his jerk off sessions for late nights, so he finds an old shirt or sock to cum into.

assistance: i cannot explain it, but bertholdt gives me the vibe that he saves every nude he's ever been sent and uses those to help him jerk off. also has a thing for revenge porn.

[radiocrypt-id]

Elody is tragic, I think, in a way that feels very close to home?

She's a woman that met someone interesting and strange and became friends with him, happy to have a friend around, since her parents are too sick to be in her life all the time. She was a little girl forced to grow up so fast, to take every type of class and feel the weight of her station on her shoulders every day, growing closer to the time she has to step up and take over, desperate to be deserving of the title. Desperate to do her parents proud.

And she's got this friend now, this sweet, gross little frog that talks and says he's a prince. His story is a strange and sad one, one she maybe can't fully understand but offers what support and sympathy she can. If she even believes him, I'm not sure she really does. And he's funny. He makes her laugh, reminds her of the fun of the world, encourages her to take care of herself and enjoy things as often as possible, reminds her to be young and happy and live freely. And she needs that. She needs someone to look her in the eyes and tell her it's okay to be a kid. It's okay to play with her ball in the woods and it's okay to sing and dance and get dressed up and do the fun parts of being a princess. He brings her joy that she hasn't had in a long time. She loves that about him, how fun and silly and clumsy he is, it's charming. She falls in love with that silly frog.

But then Snowhold comes. They have no allies, their armies are failing, their people are dying and she's up all night going over maps and strategy at a table of advisors and generals and is so stressed and trying so hard. But her silly frog is still a silly frog. He thinks about balls and good food and safe castle walls. He tells her to relax, enjoy a meal, gossip about the nobles, have fun. He hasn't changed. But she's being forced to change. Now that silly levity isn't charming and fun, it's frustrating. She doesn't have time for games and can't see how hard he's trying to make her smile. She needs a Prince, a man to stand beside her at the war table and talk tactics and look for ways to save their home and people. She needs a fighter, a hero. But Gerrard has never been a hero, he's a frog. Elody was the hero. She saved him. And she's so exhausted by being the hero. She's always taking care of someone else. She just wants to be taken care of. She just wants help. It's hard to love someone the same way in times of trouble. It's hard to find the space in all the stress and work to love Gerrard the way she did when they met.

Elody does still love him though. She does. It's a painful sort of love, in believing that he's never going to change and be what she needs him to be, in that she's always going to be the hero for him. But she loves him. She carries a shield with a lillypad on it, she wields a mace with the golden ball as part of it, she's actively carrying him with her. She's thinking of her silly little frog and hoping he's safe, where ever he's gone to hide and when it's all over, when she's saved everyone and made everything better, she'll go find him again. And then she can take him to a ball, like he wanted. She wishes he was different, but doesn't think he'll change.

Imagine what she'll find, when they meet again? Her silly little frog is still silly and clumsy and thinking about her constantly, but he's a hero now. He fought and died with his friends. He's twice upon a time. He's been Outside, in The Lines Between. He's a fighter now, he's brave, he's friends with death itself. He's a commander, great at group tactics, vital to their group. And he's got a couple kids around him, that he's exhausted by but loves in some way. He scolds them and encourages them and he's kind of a dad? And he's been looking for her, not hiding. He's been trying to find her since he left, regretting leaving her behind but really not sure how he would have helped. And he loves her, god he loves her. Even as he turns into a frog from her falling out of love with him, Gerrard loves Elody. He loves her enough to be brave, to learn the things he never got a chance to learn before, to take care of others.

Elody is so loved, and she has no idea. She loves him enough to take care of everything by herself, holding onto what parts of him she has space for during this horrible time. But Gerrard loves her enough to die trying to find her.

She has to be his hero, she never had a choice in that, but unlike most cases in life, he's trying to be her hero too, and she has no idea.

[red-doll-face]

Teasing Arthur isn’t that hard to do.

Low - High Honor Arthur Morgan x fem. Reader hcs :

:High Honor Arthur Morgan:

Accidentally teasing Arthur is quite easy to do. Being sweet and nice to him sometimes has the opposite effect with him. He might feel like you just pity him like you do Swanson or something. He thinks you’re a sweet girl and it’s in your nature to be kind.

It’s when you sort of accidentally stumble into him and he has to grab your hips to steady you and he’s red up to his ears talking about ‘excuse me miss’.

The second you make eye contact with him, looking up. Soft eyes and apples of your cheeks looking so plush, he can’t handle it and rushes off.

He thinks about that encounter for like… weeks.

Then you accidentally touch his hand while getting coffee in the morning light. He has never seen a girl so beautiful, can't find the words to say, just looking at your face and your hair carefully braided away for the night. His awkward fumbling makes him shrink away.

You smile at him and it's like he's frozen until Grimshaw nudges him out of the way.

The journal entries about you are so lovey dovey.

He's literally writing about all of these things, thinking what it would be like if you liked him. Everytime you catch him writing in his journal, he snaps it shut and asks what you need help with.

Arthur is just a bit too mean to himself when he writes about how you probably think he's too ugly. Trying to put some sense into himself doesn't seem to work; all of it knocks out when you greet him after a long day out. He’s back to imagining the both of you finding somewhere secluded to talk, away from camp where he can maybe kiss you behind a tree.

Grown ass man and his fantasies are this innocent. 🥹

God forbid you tease him with something more tangible. He brings you an item you've been asking all the more adventurous people to go and get for you and he's the only one who's agreed so far.

The kiss on the cheek you give him for completing the task makes him ask you if you need anything everyday for 2 weeks straight.

:Low Honor Arthur Morgan:

Completely the opposite. All of the girls treat him like crap because he's such an asshole all of the time. He's used to being sneered at by Karen and getting wary looks from Tilly and Mary-Beth.

If you're still sweet to him after all of his grumbling, his heavy handed flirting, and the copious warnings you get from all of the girls, anything you do is just luring him in, thinking you're doing it on purpose, whether it's true or not.

You're the only one of the girls who's brave enough to give him his laundry. The girls look on like you've just approached a bear.

At first he thinks you're playing some game with him but when you are consistent, he transitions into nods and tipping of his hat. Then he’s trying to corner you, hoping to hear you talk more, maybe give him a peek down the neckline of the more modest dress you wear.

Grimaces when Grimshaw smacks him on the back of the head for bothering you and distracting you from your chores.

When he works all day, doing back to back chores, forgetting to eat and you bring him a bowl of stew, he may not show it but he's already mentally referring to you as his woman.

You're used to hearing his spurs click somewhere near you when you greet him. He spends more time with you than anyone else, a drawled out pet name has you smiling just a bit.

Now he can't keep his eyes off of you, drawing you in his journal, trying to picture you posing nude for him. You say his name and he's half hard; you could be doing any number of innocent activities and he has some detail to focus on that drags his mind to the gutter.

His fantasies are so much more explicit from the get go. He's zero to a hundred, imagining you in his bed, ogling you when you bend over, torturing himself by thinking about what it would sound like if you moaned his name while he was balls deep in you. He might feel some shame but mostly he just likes thinking of you too much.

If you kiss him on the cheek after he saves you from nearly being knocked over by a runaway horse, he’s actually gonna turn his head so you have to kiss him on his lips. He only regrets you pulled away, bashfully gasping up at him before he could push it even more.

It’s actually so nice to get back into writing again 🥺 especially writing for Arthur bc I didn’t when the game came out 😭

[carcarcraziiv2]

Heartsteel Ezreal Boyfriend HC's

On a side note, I'm using wet--milk's gifs on like all of these wanna say thanks for clippin good gifs person!

~To the cute green haired Ezreal~

~Floof, mostly just floof honestly -shrug- as always enter at your own risk!~

Ezreal is the kind of guy who does not G.A.F about PDA. He will kiss you, hug you, smother you in affection no matter where you are. Ironically, he was shy when the two of you first met, but that flew out the window as soon as he realized how amazing you treat him and how you accepted him so purely. Contrary to his general attitude, if anyone starts giving you any extra attention that makes him or you uncomfortable, he will confront them. He will be brave and walk up to them and tell them who he is to you and make sure they know not to f around. "You're so cuuute! Come here. -Hug-. Honestly, y/n, I never want to let you go." "Is there a reason you're talking to my partner? Carry on, see what happens."

Ezreal is THE joker. He acts shy a lot of the time, but he is a huge goof ball. He will constantly be scheming with his bandmates for a silly prank to pull on you. As a matter of fact, Ezreal and Sett have pulled quite a few pranks on you. They never let you in on the ones against Kayn and Aphelios though, and certainly it can't be because they don't want you to know all their secret plans, right? On the contrary, it is hilarious to prank him especially to scare him, because he has the best reactions! Usually, you team up with his other victims to get back at him, and it makes it all the more worth it. "Hehehe, sorry my love. We just thought it would be funny. Please don't be mad at me? Awh, I knew you couldn't stay mad at this face!"

Ezreal is... an attention seeker. All his life he has been striving to be in the spotlight, and that is no different when it comes to you. He will be attached to you by the hip wherever you go. He even took it upon himself to steal some of "his" posters from his bandmates rooms and hang them up in your bedroom, so you always see him even if you aren't together. If you ignore him to rile him up, be prepared for an onslaught of tackle-cuddles and kisses when it's just the two of you. He will also take it upon himself to shower you in attention. When you dress up for him, for example, he will lower his glasses and look at you through his lashes with his jaw dropped. He is your ultimate hype man. "Do you like them? Yeah, I used to be in a band before Heartsteel, can you believe it? What? No, I'm not taking them down!" "Come here, why have you been ignoring me? -1000 tiny kisses all over your face- You have no choice but to pay attention to me now!"

Ezreal's kisses are sporadic, chaotic, and messy- but not in a bad way. He has this way about him that makes him almost seem desperate when he kisses you, like he's a man starved. Sometimes he will even push you against the wall, groaning into your mouth when you finally let him in. He will back away from you, pulling at his hair and biting his lip to show you how much you affect him. On the other hand, if you take the lead he will literally melt into a puddle. If you grasp his face, pull him close and kiss him gently, he releases little whines that make butterflies erupt in your stomach. "Gods, you're so perfect. I'm not going to stop kissing you. Ever. You got that?"

Ezreal is a pouter when you argue, but he is also such a joker that it's hard for him to tell when you're actually upset with him. Once he does, he will do literally anything to make sure that you aren't mad at him for long, even if it means contradicting what he thought was right in the moment. He will become a soppy mess if you actually show him your anger. May even shed a tear. By the end of it, you feel so bad you have to give him loving to make up for it all. "Love, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were serious... I promise I'll pay more attention next time, okay? Come here, let's cuddle about it."

Ezreal just doesn't say goodbye. As a matter of fact, he just assumes he is going with you wherever you go, and vice versa. If you somehow end up somewhere without him, if he doesn't know where you are, he may just go into a slight panic? Usually running to Yone for help, eventually getting a text back from you (he sent SO MANY texts). His separation anxiety is cute, even though it's sad, and it makes you hyper aware of just how obsessed with you he is. "Where ARE you, my love? Oh my gods, you scared me! Please don't leave me again, I don't think my heart can handle it."

[fishermanshook]

LOVING YOU IS ALL I NEED!

( batter , first officer & forward relationship h/c's ) + gn!reader

# think of this as a pt. 2 to this fic , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

How these men show their undying love for their one and only—you.

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✦— THE BATTER

Ganji Gupta didn’t dare dream of the day he’d find his one and only, his true love, someone to grow old and tired with until his heart gave out on itself. Unfortunately, his newfound situation halted any progress he could’ve made.

That was until you arrived at the manor with a letter to hell in your hands. That was until he got to know you better. That was until you shared your first kiss on New Year’s Eve. Ever since then, he’s been completely and utterly yours.

Ganji Gupta is the type of man to show his love and devotion to you through meaningful Acts of Service. There’s little to nothing the Batter wouldn’t do for you. He isn’t above taking hits for you in matches when needed, and he will use his last ball to save you from getting sent back to the manor.

Ganji Gupta who, as much as he loves being on his own, gets a bit lonely at times. Therefore, he loves nothing more than to spend some Quality Time with you. He prefers long walks around the perimeter of the manor and also enjoys getting to rest his head in your lap as the two of you lounge about.

Ganji Gupta teaches you the recipes passed down to him by his Mother. It makes for a great way to spend time together whilst making sure he doesn’t forget them in the process. Cooking with you brings back bittersweet memories and reminds him of his Mother all too much.

Ganji Gupta frequently wakes up from relentless night terrors. He’s heard of other Survivors describing their own experiences with them but didn’t think it would happen to him. Now he finds himself waking up in a cold sweat and alone in bed with nobody to calm him down. This leads to him sleeping in your dorm room more often than not in a way to help combat these nightmares. Hopefully, he can get some rest tonight thanks to your help.

✦— FIRST OFFICER

Who doesn’t know the brave young man Jose Baden? The Sea Knight who wields a pocket watch said to have been blessed by Posiden himself, the artifact that always ensures smooth sailing? The First Officer is punctual, humble, and always knows what he wants. He just didn’t expect it to be you.

Nonetheless, the heart can guide a man better than any map can. He may indeed have fallen for you first, but you undeniably fell harder. Although, who wouldn’t with the way he constantly sweeps you off your feet?

Jose Baden is always true to his words when it comes to you, and therefore showers you with Words of Affirmation. It makes communication between the two of you much easier when there’s nothing to hide. And there are only so many words to describe his love for you, so we’ll have to start from the top and work our way down.

Jose Baden, who cannot keep his hands off you. No matter where the two of you are. Physical Affection is this man's specialty and has been embedded into his DNA. It's the simple things like his pinky finger being entwined with yours or his arm around your shoulder, holding you close.

Jose Baden isn’t afraid to show his love for you in front of others and would never shy away from it. It’s truly a gift to be head over heels, so why hide it? Why not show off what he’s got and everything that’s so precious about ‘em?

Jose Baden who can’t help but take a hit for you in games. He doesn’t ever want to see your blood spilled, and would rather have his coat on the map instead. He’s ready to face the stern talking you’ll give him after the match, but you’ll patch him up anyway.

Jose Baden doesn't like admitting the fact that he misses the sea badly. The things Jose would do just for an evening back on the ocean are wild and many. The closest thing he's got is Lakeside Village, but even the calming waves that brush upon the shore can't heal the pain in his heart. The Officer will admit his feelings to you in an act of desperation and comfort. And comfort he receives from you. From cuddling and listening to him rant about the ocean for the 100th time to peppering his face with soft kisses that seemingly never stop.

✦— FORWARD

Said to have been the creator of Rugby himself, you always want William Ellis on your team. He successfully lifts the spirits of all his teammates while headbutting into the Hunter just before they use excitement. It's the thought that counts, right?

To have William in your corner means to have someone who is with you through thick and thin. Someone who will stick by your side until the end of time itself. And until you can finally realize just how much the Rugby Star adores you.

William Ellis who can’t help but hold you close. Physical Affection is this man’s go-to for showing how much he loves you. Like Jose, he will never feel embarrassed or ashamed when showering you with his form of love and affection. He’s either got an arm around your waist or your hand in his—there’s no in-between.

William Ellis loves Giving Gifts just as much as he loves Receiving Them. While the Forward’s not the best at picking out pre-made gifts, he is the best at making ones straight from the heart. Using his clues and fragments, he’ll craft something he finds worthy of gifting you. Whether it be something like a small, red box in the shape of a heart or a bracelet that has your and his initials on it, the gifts are all made with you in mind.

That being said, William Ellis will treasure anything you gift him in return. And that can be anything. Silly little notes passed underneath the table during dinner. A beaded anklet that has left a tan mark because he never takes it off. Or a smaller version of his Ruby ball with every stitch being almost exact.

William Ellis who’s afraid he might not be good enough for you. Who fears that one day he may be forgotten by everyone he’s ever loved. Maybe that’s why he works so damn hard. To prove to himself (and others) that he’s worth remembering. Fortunately, there’s no need to go the extra mile when it comes to you. William’s proven himself more than enough already, hasn’t he?

note: a little gift for all my Ganji, William, and Jose lovers out there. made 4: @rieuvie + @williamkisser + @ch6douin +@jklovu + @5ku11h34rt

(2024) ©️fishermanshook — do not steal, translate, plagiarize, or repost my work on any other platform

[didishawn]

Can we get one where the reader is riding Ferran and size kink with it <3 Love You ❤️‍🔥

Height difference (Ferran x Reader) smut

Warnings: smut, mentions of reader being small, Internet people going feral at the size difference between you and your boyfriend, some breeding kink

Masterlist

From the very first moment you met you boyfriend, you took notice of how big he is.

I mean -how could you not? The man is literally double your size, shoulders so broad, taller than the average Spanish men, and let's not talk about his thighs -a true blessing in your opinion, countless times have you found yourself riding them.

Your boyfriend has taken notice too of how little you are next to him, a bit shorter that the average woman. Back when you were just friends, he would do that shit about comparing hand sizes -it made him feral when you did those little comments about his hand enveloping yours. He can carry you everywhere, his little pocket sized girlfriend, and when he fucks you, he moves you however he likes it, as if you truly weighted nothing.

It's not only you two who have noticed the size difference, lots of times have you entered twitter and besides people laughing at your boyfriend's past tweets (author note: read them, they are totally worth it), you have encountered people talking about how sex between you two must be like, you so tiny, he so big, pictures all around about the height difference.

You don't care, how could you? They are totally right, sex with your boyfriend is amazing.

You might be on top, but Ferran is always in control, his hands tight on your waist as he moves you up and down, impaling you on his big cock that reaches so deep inside you.

You are salivating, mumbling thing not even you can understand, body trembling as you are fucked dumb, hands playing with you tits and head pushed back.

"You can take it, can't you, darling?" he tauntingly asks, smirking even if truly he feels so fucking sensitive inside your pretty, little pussy "So fucking brave, taking my cock, so big for you yet here you are, like a champ taking it all"

You whine, mumbling something that he guesses to be affirmations about you being able to take him.

His hips push up into yours, balls hitting your ass, whines louder, your eyes hazed with pleasure as you try to move as best as you can, yet there is no strength on your legs, so you just let him do all the work, one finger teasing your clit, he knows how to work you.

"Gonna take me all, right? Let me fill you up, breed you with my kids, you would like that, wouldn't you? So small, stomach carrying my child, waddling around, letting me bend you over whenever I like and filling you up one time, and another, and another... "

He is moaning too, your walls incredibly tighter, he knows the effect his words have on you.

"Joder, vas a hacer que me corra pronto. Gonna folk you up, my pretty, little doll, so cute for me" (fuck, you are going to make me cum soon)

He sits up, taking full control -even if he has always had it, rutting into you, harsh thrusts and skin slapping and becoming red, you are like a doll, taking him without complain, so dumb, his lips around your nipple, one hand burying on his hair.

He fucks you however he wants, so small it's so easy for him, he takes what he wants, you wouldn't have it any other way.

He fills you up with his cum, makes sure you take it all, before starting again.

Fuck days with Ferran are always long, he takes it how he likes it, enjoying the control you give him as you cry for his cock, promise you can take it even if it's giant for your tiny self, it makes him feral, you make him feral.

One day, he will confirm the rumours, because Ferran Torres sure knows how to pleasure his little girlfriend.

[kxizoku-ou]

CP9 Cat Headcanons

This is... a very silly post. XD After seeing a similar concept on Pixiv (images 10–12 in this log) and critiquing the breed choices it used, I wound up writing my own take on it.

These are written with actual cats in mind (not my usual Hybrid Au), and the breed choices are just for fun— as in, largely chosen based on looks/vibes, not anything too serious. I was definitely channeling that early 2000s "characters are cats for some reason now" mini-genre, so these are pure fluff/comedy, for once... >3>

. . .

Lucci

(Bengal)

Serial toy murderer. Violently destroys any and every toy you give him within a matter of hours, days at MOST. 

Some of the things he’s done to his toys probably qualify as war crimes tbh. Likes to drown the catnip mice in his water dish. Also enjoys tearing things into ragged chunks/”gutting” the stuffing. 

Sometimes you wake up to him on your chest with a present. 

(A chunk of mutilated cat toy. He drops it onto your face.)

The most athletic cat you’ll ever know. There is no surface in your house he can’t reach SOMEHOW. Also can and will learn how to open doors, drawers, etc, and will use this unfortunate skill to get into everything if he’s bored. 

Affectionate, but only on his terms. You don’t decide when you’re allowed to pet him; when the mood strikes, he’ll interrupt whatever you’re doing and forcefully put his body in your lap. 

You’re not allowed to move until he decides you’re done. :) 

Has a surprisingly cute kneading habit. He’ll go Baby Mode and make biscuits for hours. Sucks on certain blankets too.

Kaku

(Devon Rex)

ZOOMIES TO THE MAX.

Seemingly never sits still. Will run from one end of your house to the other at all hours of the day. At night, you’re regularly woken up by the distinct rapid thumping of galloping kitty paws.

Likes high places and unexpected perching spots. This includes your shoulder— and he can make the jump on his own! 

Playful, but not prone to destroying his toys. Prefers batting hard objects down a flight of stairs to tearing the plush ones open.

Too brave (and curious) for his own good. Lacks any sense of danger when it comes to investigating something that’s caught his interest. 

This includes slipping through the front door.

Not super cuddly, but likes being near you/keeping an eye on what you’re doing. 

Has a squeaky “old man” meow. WEH!

Jabra

(Egyptian Mau)

Wild, playful, curious, and so very destructive. If he’s not kept entertained, your property will suffer for it. 

Requires FREQUENT play and attention, but fortunately, he’s not too hard to please. Throwing a squishy ball for “fetch” can keep him occupied for hours. 

The asshole cat who will make direct eye contact with you before (very deliberately) knocking something off a shelf, then sit there smugly while you try to scold him. 

Very talkative! When he wants your attention, he YELLS, and seeing wildlife outside always brings out that excited, bloodthirsty chitter. 

Taking him to the vet is an ordeal, for everyone involved...

Doesn’t mind being pet and handled. Pesters you for affection regularly, but gets bitey when he’s had enough. :/ 

Highly territorial. Will not tolerate other cats/animals near him.

Kalifa

(Turkish Angora)

Truly the embodiment of the “disdainful gorgeous fancy cat” trope. 

Her fur is incredible, due largely in part to near-constant grooming. Do NOT interrupt her washing. 

She’ll wash your fingers too if she’s feeling affectionate. Mlem mlem mlemmmm...

Likes to be involved in what you’re doing. The kind of cat to walk across your keyboard or loaf-sit on top of stray paperwork, seemingly oblivious to how badly she’s getting in the way. 

At least your “adorable secretary” makes for good moral support!

Not overly playful, but she can be a DEADLY hunter when the mood strikes— fast, agile, and with amazing reflexes no matter what kind of toy you put in front of her. 

Weirdly fickle about when you’re allowed to touch her. Will glare, hiss, and swat at fingers if you test those boundaries.

Blueno

(Norwegian Forest Cat)

The most quiet, low-maintenance, independent cat imaginable. You nearly forget he exists, sometimes.

Not much of a meower, but has a deep, calming, rumbly purr. 

Content to curl up on a chair or in a corner and let you go about your day! He’ll alternate between napping and silently staring in your general direction; the eye contact is a sign of affection. <3

Won’t seek out attention on his own, but also won’t fight it if you pick him up and carry him around like a plushie. 

...he stays limp and docile no matter what you do to him, actually.

Needs regular brushing, or his fur starts to matt. It’s pretty much the only “extra attention” he’ll require, though, and he’s (fortunately) cooperative about it. 

Learned how to open doors at some point. You don’t know how he managed that.

Fukurou

(Persian)

R O U N D (and it’s not just fluff)

Despite being shaped like a furry bowling ball, he’s quite playful, and way more agile/fast-moving than you’d expect. 

...that energy is much less cute when his full weight lands on your abdomen in the middle of the night, however.

VERY affectionate. Will take any opportunity to lay his chin on your palm, headbutt your shoulder/wrists, put his paws on your chest so he can try to lovingly lick your face, etc— purring all the while! 

Chatty cat!! Chirps and squeaks at you non-stop; if you “respond” to him, it turns into a back-and-forth conversation with his mrrep-ing. 

Fond of high places, like bookshelves and tall dressers. 

It’s unclear how such a heavy cat manages to get up onto them, but he usually ends up yowling for help when he can’t get back down.

Kumadori

(British Longhair)

A huge, massively fluffy mini-lion of a cat, with that “polite little gentleman” face common in his breed. 

Sheds. Sheds SO MUCH. All of your clothes are covered in his fur, no matter how hard you try to keep him thoroughly brushed. 

You cannot escape the fluff. 

YOWLS. The loudest, most determined drama queen when he wants something. Acts like he’s dying if his food bowl is empty for more than half an hour, non-stop howling included. 

Extremely cuddly; wants as much attention from you as you’ll give, and will flop his entire body into your lap to get it. 

Fond of jingly toys! The louder and more annoying the bell, the better. 

If you ever have to give him medicine (be it a pill or liquid), he’s utterly betrayed. Gives you the huge, sad, miserable scared-kitty eyes for the rest of the evening, and won’t let you touch him. 

(He’s over it by morning, and back to purring in your arms. Baby.)

Spandam

(Siamese)

The ugliest purebred imaginable, and his personality isn’t better. <3

Health issues. Skin/coat problems, numerous food sensitivities, arthritis, frequent UTIs, and a crooked tail from a past injury.

King of separation anxiety. If he can’t find you, he’s HOWLING, then finding a corner to cower in until his protector is back.

Truly the embodiment of the phrase “scardey cat”. Terrified of everything from the vacuum to rustling plastic bags. Huddles under the couch, trembling pathetically, after every little scare. 

...it is kind of cute when he runs to you to “save” him, however. 

This clumsy dumbass WILL get himself hurt (in incredibly stupid ways) if you don’t keep an eye on him. Utterly oblivious to real danger.

His distressed yowling is awful, and the attention-demanding yells aren’t much better. The classic So So Whiney Baby Siamese! 

NEEDS to be the only cat in the household— he’s violently territorial, but guaranteed to end up the other cat’s punching bag once he’s pissed them off enough. 

[jvcaerys]

Spicy headcanons! Jacaerys x reader

Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!reader (afab)

Warnings: Nsfw, explicit lenguage, explicit content, mention of pregnancy ⚠️

• First of all; this boy was raised to being a correct man, so you would be his first time, and it would need a lot of confiance for him to advance (You can be his long time crush, his girlfriend or even wife).

• Everything starts with playful touches, hungry looks, or with my favorite one: scene of jealousy, he was so jelaous to see you laughing with another men that he had the impulse to remind you to whom you belong.

• Jace is not into degrading you, he prefers praise you for everything, he calls you his brave girl and whispers you how good you're doing it, when you take his big cock for the first time, he whisper loving things to you during all the act.

• He is sweet and kind, he kisses your cheeks and neck, but when the pleassure becames too much to handle he chokes your neck or pulls your hair a little bit too rough while his hips moves erratically. 🥴

• Jacaerys loves touching your body, he would caress your breasts even if you're not having seggs, he's just using those soft 'pillows' as stress ball, Jace always have his hands on your wide hips, and he would spend hours fingering you only to hear your moans and because he loves how wet and tight feels your walls around his fingers.

• He has breeding kink for sure, in his most hidden desires he loves the idea of you full with his children and you bearing a family for him, after cumming, he is still inside you to fill you correctly, and not wasting anything of his sperm.

• He is not satisfied with a single round, Jace likes when you two get really tired and overstimulated to the point that everything hurts, I mean, he's a knight, of course he would use all of his resistance to have a lot of rounds.

• The aftercare is the most important part for Jacaerys, he has a pitcher of water on his nightstand to both drink after the action, and he gives you pieces of fruit while you guys talk about anything, or if you feel too tired, he cuddles you and caress your hair gently.

[astrialuvs]

I’d love to hear ur personal headcanons for karma!!!

Headcanons for Akabane Karma as Himself | as a Friend | as a Lover

➻ PAIRING : akabane karma x reader

➻ CONTENT WARNING : my headcanons to these red-haired boy 😗🫶

➻ WORD COUNT : 845 words

a/n: it's actually my first time doing a request, so i'm sorry for taking a long time doing it. tell me what'chu think about it?

another a/n: also, i actually made three sets of headcanons (hcs for his character alone, hcs for his character as a friend, hcs for his character as a lover). though the other two are not yet done. so please bear with me 🙏 🙏 🙏 . (i might upload them tomorrow, though.)

I feel like he's a good chef but has a weird taste in food. I imagine him matching unbelievable types of food:

During a lazy weekend, Karma set out on his solo culinary adventure to indulge in his wickedness and hidden abilities. After catching sight of a fanciful idea, he resolved to prepare dishes involving the most unlikely pairings of ingredients.

In his kitchen, Karma created an exotic twist: a Chocolate-Soy Sauce Glazed Chicken Mélange that surprised even her own palate. He was surprised and delighted by the sweet chocolate dancing with the savory soy, which convinced him that there must be greater powers.

Karma then bravely went to doing a Strawberry-Wasabi Surprise dish. Sweet strawberries and fiery wasabi produced a unique taste—at least to his taste buds—that resulted in something delectably different from what is normally expected.

Continuing his culinary excitement, Karma made garlic-flavored pasta with marshmallows. Marshmallows, with their soft sweetness, worked unexpectedly well with the sharp garlic. The combination resulted in a dish that defied all traditional ideas about taste.

"Who says you can't play with food? It's all about bending the rules, adding a dash of mischief," he said to himself.

And, as Karma stood in front of his experimental creations with pride, he rejoiced at the prospect of pushing the boundaries of experimentation. During his one-man journey, he discovered that the most memorable meals are often accompanied by something unusual. For him, the kitchen became a zone of his imagination and creativity, leaving behind an appreciation for cooking.

I believe he has a soft spot for animals, particularly strays.

One sunny afternoon, Karma walked through the park, his steps light and focused. While he was enjoying the peace and quiet, he noticed a movement near a cluster of bushes. Nestled among the foliage was a stray cat—a small, scruffy ball of fur with curious eyes that met Karma's gaze.

His mischievous smile softened into a grin as he bent toward the timid cat, his hand slowly reaching out. He slowly handed out a piece of bread. The stray, at first hesitant, approached with caution. Karma's fingers touched the soft fur as he stroked the cat's back gently.

"There, there," he says, somehow sharing the feeling of loneliness to the cat.

In that one moment, Karma's tough exterior melted away, revealing a different side of him that was rarely visible. His eyes shone with genuine affection, and he didn't stop talking to the stray, quietly offering him words of tenderness. Karma had a deep affection for animals, particularly those in need, regardless of how daring or competitive he was. Afterall, he knows how it feels.

Karma's unexpected conversation with a stray cat evolved into an unspoken thrice of trust and understanding. However, the cat that had been nervous was now meowing contentedly beneath Karma's caress. In that serene moment, Karma's sympathy for stray animals demonstrated the depth of his character, reminding us that even the most unexpected people can have a soft spot for those in need.

Karma eventually stood up, giving the stray one last gentle pat before continuing his walk. The stray cat, now with a new companion, looked at Karma gratefully. In that peaceful park moment, Karma's compassion for stray animals demonstrated the depth of his character, serving as a reminder that even the most unexpected people can have a soft spot for those in need.

He who values the lessons he learned from Koro-sensei and applies it to his life.

Following Koro-sensei's death, the students in Class 3-E were enveloped in an atmosphere of grief. The once lively classroom echoed with a sense of loss and contemplation, leaving Karma and his classmates to deal with the void left by their beloved teacher.

For instance, each of them reminisced about stories that made them laugh, as well as memories of times when they grew and realized their fondness for each other through sharing experiences. Their teacher's presence stayed with them as a memory, inspiring them to pay tribute to the man by applying the skills and values he taught them.

As the days passed, Karma became aware of a slight change within himself. Koro-sensei's teachings rang true in his mind, altering how he saw and responded to life. The flickering wickedness in his eyes remained, but he had gained a better understanding of the importance of accountability and sensitivity.

Remembering Koro-sensei's teachings on resilience and compassion, Karma chose a different path. Instead of retaliating, he handled the situation without resorting to violence. He demonstrated a newfound maturity.

In the face of Karma's changed attitude, the group of students who were initially motivated by vengeance found themselves disarmed. Karma's resilience, strategic thinking, and compassionate demeanor helped to defuse the tension. Slowly, understanding replaced resentment, and the students exited the scene, leaving both parties safe.

While the pain of Koro-sensei's absence persisted, the students, led by Karma and others, turned difficulties into opportunities for positive change. Their journey continued, and Koro-sensei's indomitable spirit persisted within each student, ensuring that his legacy would always be a guiding light in their lives.

[touchlikethesun]

Hello, SVSSS fan! Can I ask your top 5 (or top 3) favorite characters from SVSSS? And why you loved them? Also, your top 5 favorite moments from the series? Thanks 🤩

hello anon <3333 thank you for such a lovely question i love talking about svsss so much (i am so annoying to my irl friends about svsss omg)

SO basically i am quite basic but for fav characters...

luo binghe <3 my bpd king <3 i love binghe so much it is genuinely concerning. a huge part of it come from how relatable i find him, so many times while i was reading the novels he would put words to things i had been feeling but hadn't been able to find the words or wasn't brave enough to say out loud. it is probably more concerning that i relate to that little ball of trauma but it is what it is... relatablity aside, i just also think he is such a.... precious person... i love his intensity, i love that he's a bit of a liar and a bit manipulative, i love how intelligent he is, and i love his resiliency. i wish he didn't HAVE to be resilient, i really want only good things for bingbing but i still think his strength is admirable. also his hair. he has really nice hair. and his glowing eyes. that is also a very nice quality of his. i could go on but. i will spare you...

airplane-bro, the lunatic that he is - i've said it before but airplane is the reason why i picked up svsss in the first place, i find the idea of an author trapped in their own novel just infinitely fascinating, the metaness of it, literally the metaphysical-ness of it, and i so badly wanted to see what airplane's character would be like. and then i met him. pathetic wet hamster of a man that he is. i think of all the crazy svsss characters, airplane might actually be the craziest. which kinda makes sense bc all the other characters contain part of airplane's craziness, but airplane the man himself has it all in one. of all the characters, he probably makes me laugh the most, he's just so irreverent, and the tired "over it" millennial energy is so strong with him. and then i do have a soft spot for characters that don't even realise just how strong they are, like sqh considers himself a coward, but i think he's one of the most fearless characters in the novel. anyways. i do reread the airplane extras extremely frequently.

shen..... yuan..... i had to think about this because i really like shen jiu as well and honestly for me it is a bit hard to separate them in my mind because shen jiu has such an impact on shen yuan's life as shen qingqiu, he is the definition of haunting the narrative. however ultimately, when i do separate them, i do like shen yuan's character just ever so slightly more. i do really love shen yuan as well, for as much as he frustrates me when i am reading the novel (boy let the harem thing goooooo ffs), i hold him as similarly precious as i do binghe <3 i think he is such a fundamentally good person, and similar to airplane, he really genuinely does not realise how unique he is and how much he is loved and valued by those around him. i love feeling how deeply he feels across the text, even tho he refuses to admit it out loud, i love how bitchy and bratty he gets when he's actually comfortable around someone, and i love how much he actually loves pidw (he does okay) and how excited he gets every time he meets a new character or monster, i just think it's incredibly cute. he's also insane. and if you can't tell i love insane men. (in fiction)

to round out the list it has to shen jiu, as i said up above. i think mxtx writes vilains incredibly well, and shen jiu in particular is really compelling to me. i think he is a horrible man, an incredibly sad and cruel man, and what makes him all the more compelling is that he keeps choosing to be that way. i think in pidw he is not even a foil to luo bingge and more like a direct parallel, an example of the cycle of abuse. someone was cruel to shen jiu, so he is cruel to luo bingge, and then bingge kills him. and when i say that he chooses to be cruel, it is not that i don't recognise his trauma, the way that he learned that there was no point in defending himself because no one would believe him anyways, the way that living on the streets taught him that the world was kill or be killed, that yue qi abandoning him taught him that he couldn't depend on anyone, all of that can be true, but he also had many chances to turn a new leaf to choose to be better, but he was so trapped and so hurt that he couldn't. i find him interesting to think about, i find it interesting to try and explain the enigma that is shen jiu. and i also really like imagining aus where somehow, by some miracle, he makes a different choice.

as for my top five favourite moments, this will be in no particular order, just as i think of them on the spot, if you asked me tomorrow you'd very likely get a different list because there are just so many good moments.

the moment in the holy masoleum where shen qingqiu has been dragging binghe as vines are growing out of his skin and then binghe wakes up and shen qingqiu is uncontrollably crying from pain and stress

in the extras when shang qinghua is asking bingqiu questions about their relationship and shen qingqiu soothes luo binghe's anxieties as easy as breathing

luo binghe's "as long as you don’t leave me" line (AND THEN SQQ DOES!!! SCREAMING)

every single second of airplane’s extra but especially the last line "it was just that he very much liked this story he’d written" i’m tearing up thinking about it now

white lotus bunhe pretending to be clumsy so shen qingqiu would hold him

literally just the first 5 that came to mind but i could already go for another 5 there are so many gems in svsss omg

thanks so much for the question!

[catocomet]

i apologise for sending you an anon ask instead of replying normally, but it's about your post where you were talking about Click.

i wholly agree with you here. but, somehow, i don't know how people actually missed how truly strong this guy is. yeah, he looks tired, he has this quiet voice, but, boy, how many determination is behind this quietness! Click is so passionate about recording the morbid truth via photography that he puts it before his own life. look at "the best angle". that may be the last moment he was alive. this man is not even attempting to run, he's thinking only about the photo he's about to get. his head and hand are already bandaged - Click was most likely already injured - and he still continues to bravely look death itself in the face. look at his incantations, which are all most likely his memories. in all of them, Click gets the closest he can - just to capture the moment. just to wake people up using these photographs, so they realise the true cruelty of wars. people are already forgetting about the fact that the event he went through was more than real. his story is tragic, yes, but Click is truly morally strong - just as many others.

once again, i apologise for sending you an anon ask - and for my bad English. i'm only learning and i was a bit emotional while writing this.

1) your english is great. genuinely, it’s better than mine

2) you’re so right!!! i think it’s mostly because people don’t want to See that he’s a strong character. he has to be strong, or else he wouldn’t have survived long enough to take all of those pictures in the first place!! on top of that people tend to forget the reality of his situation; there were real people exactly like him! and i do feel as though it’s a bit of a slap in the face to their legacies if we don’t acknowledge how much Balls the work they did took

(ps anon i want to be your mutual soooooooobad)

[drarrily-we-row-along]

This can be read as a sequel to "I Need You" or read as a stand alone (it will totally make sense without the prequel)

Draco found him curled up in a ball, in the corner of their office, the door warded against everyone but him. And as far as embarrassing places for Draco to find him went, well at least this wasn’t the top of the list for Harry.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Draco asked him as he folded himself down to sit cross-legged in front of Harry, their knees brushing, and the casual intimacy of that all but crushed Harry.

He shook his head, refusing to look up at meet Draco’s eyes as he plucked a string off his pants.

“Can I sit here with you?” he asked softly.

Harry nodded but couldn’t bring himself to say words back.

Draco pressed his knee against Harry’s, offering him a lifeline, anchoring him in the flood of his emotions.

After a few minutes of silence save the ticking of the clock in their office, Harry opened his mouth, “I couldn’t do it,” he whispered. “Well, I could have but-"

“Couldn’t do what, love?” Draco asked.

He swallowed, the pet name making him ache and burn with desire to allow Draco in, to trust that he actually wanted to be there with him when he was a mess. It was a desire that often remained unfulfilled because he couldn't bring himself to allow it. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth, “They wanted me to do another press circuit,” he said, lip curling with derision in spite of his best intentions to keep his emotions under wraps.

Draco hummed softly in acknowledgement.

Shaking his head, Harry pressed on, brave as he could be, letting Draco see all of the aching in his chest, “I just can’t keep doing all of the things that suck up all of my energy.” He raked his fingers through his hair before finally looking up to see Draco's eyes already on him, face open and earnest, so much gentleness that Harry wanted to claw his own chest open.

"Harry," Draco said softly, grounding him, not trying to stem the flow of emotions, just trying to help him not get swept away. He offered him a hand and Harry's fingers clenched in his.

"And I know they need it," he managed through how tight his chest felt, straining under the weight of his guilt. "I know that it helps to garner people's approval-"

"Hey," Draco said softly, squeezing Harry's hand, "You're allowed to have boundaries. You're allowed to need things too."

Harry's eyes filled with tears, they spilled over and he shoved his glasses up in his hair so he could scrub at his eyes.

"You're good," Draco murmured. "You're so good, darling," he whispered softly. "Your heart is so soft, so generous, but everyone has their limits. You can't do everything."

"Not everything," Harry agreed, shaking his head, "But I could have-"

"At what cost?" Draco interrupted. "You've already died for them, you've already given your time working to them, what are you even keeping for yourself?"

He blinked but couldn't form an answer, he just started to cry again.

"Sweetheart," Draco said, stroking his thumb over Harry's knuckles, "You can't do everything," he repeated, "but more to the point, you shouldn't have to. You get to be a whole person, with needs and desires. Who has things that he's good at and that fulfill him, and who equally has things that he's not good at and that don't bring him any fulfillment."

"Everyone has to do things they don't like," he protested.

"Sure," Draco agreed, "All of us have some things that we just have to do, but you spend more of your time doing things that you hate, things that are hard and make you feel empty, because you are so used to being asked to be the hero, to save the world. What you do is not the same."

"I don't know how to do this," he whispered like a confession.

The other man smiled softly at him, "you're doing it," he murmured. "There's not an easy way to build boundaries when you don't have the experience to, when you weren't taught and allowed to when you were young. It's just practice."

"Does it always feel like this?" he asked.

"Like what?"

He swallowed, "Like you're the worst human to ever live. Like you've been given so much that you'll never be able to repay what you've been given, so asking for more seems greedy? Like just doing it would have been hard but would have felt better than doubting who I am."

"Ah," Draco said softly. "Want to know a secret?"

Harry nodded uncertainly.

"Who you are is not what you do."

He swallowed around the tears that were suddenly threatening to choke him, tried to hold back the ugly sob and failed, letting out a gasping, shuddering sound that felt like it was ripped from the pit of his stomach.

"Can I hold you?" Draco asked, his own voice a little desperate.

Harry nodded and collapsed forward willingly as Draco shifted and pulled Harry's body against his, cradling his face in his neck and rubbing his back.

When his tears started to abate, Draco squeezed his shoulder and said, "it does get easier, love."

"You're sure?"

He nodded, "And the fulfillment you'll feel getting to exist in a world where you aren't constantly stretched to thin, constantly at the end of your rope, will be amazing," he promised.

Harry buried his nose in Draco's neck, breathing in his warm scent. "Sorry," he whispered after a moment.

"What for?" Draco asked, like he was being ridiculous.

Pulling back, he tried to look Draco in the eye, then dropped his gaze to his chin when that was too hard. "I feel like you only get all of the worst bits of me. I'm such a mess right now, I feel like this wasn't what you were imagining. And you say you love me but I can't," he shook his head and changed tracks, "and I do love you, you know I do, but I'm not ready to be in an actual relationship-"

"Harry, I like getting the worst bits because it means I get all the bits and it's fine, I'm not in a rush-" he interrupted.

"-and I'm so afraid."

"Afraid of what?"

"That by the time I'm actually ready for more than just spending time with you, eating dinner, watching movies, occasional kissing on the sofa when I haven't fallen straight to sleep, that you will have realized I'm not worth it," he rushed out. "Afraid that you'll feel the way that I feel about me."

"Oh," Draco breathed, reaching out and gently tipping Harry's chin up to look in his eyes.

But he couldn't do it, he squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, another tear slipping down his cheek.

He sighed softly, "Harry, I love you. I am not in a hurry. And my love does not require any particular response from you to feel like it's fulfilled. Sitting here with you, in your grief is so," he blew out a breath. "I love you so much it takes up all of the space in my body sometimes," he confessed. "And getting to sit with you, getting to listen to you, to the real you, Harry," he squeezed his hand, "It's a declaration of love and trust unlike any other. Being allowed to see you, it tells me so much about what you feel for me. It's a really beautiful gift."

Harry huffed a disbelieving laugh, "I want to believe you," he said softly. "I do. I want to believe that I'm enough but I'm so afraid of not being enough and of you realizing it. And if I let you in and you leave-"

"Me too," Draco said softly. "I'm afraid of the same thing. Terrified of letting you in, of getting to love you and be loved by you, and then having you realize that I'm not worthy of it. Because getting to have you really deeply for a little while and not getting to keep you, feels unbearable."

"How do you bear it?" Harry whispered, looking up at Draco because of the two of them, Draco seemed to be doing a better job of letting Harry in and loving him without constant panic.

He shrugged, "because I only have control over myself and this moment," he said. "And I've had lots of experience being afraid and being a coward, and I know it feels better to be afraid but still do the thing that my heart is pushing me to do. So I love you, and I'll keep doing it as long as you let me, in all of the ways that you're able to let me."

"Can we leave?" he whispered, suddenly exhausted, longing for nothing more than a cuddle on the couch after eating takeaway straight from the containers.

Smiling at him, Draco nodded, "Come on. My house? I can order Chinese?"

Harry nodded back, a little shy, a little unsure about accepting this much love from the other man.

"I want to," he assured softly. "I want to love you, I want to be with you and take care of you. You just have to say yes."

"Yes," Harry whispered, reaching out and taking Draco's hand and tugging him closer. "Can I kiss you?" he asked softly.

Draco nodded and leaned in to press a soft lingering kiss to Harry's lips and Harry let himself relax into it, letting go of all of his fears for as long as he could, and just let himself be loved.

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It's time for some Dadgil headcanons because I said so

Give this man a baby to sit and watch the kid cling to him. He is so doting and attentive and he always talks softly around the little potato

Little kids love him and his purple hair, they think he's a nice witch who shows them magic (read: he plays some musical instrument for them and teaches them a little)

Kid gets hurt? Even if Remus is there to help, Virgil rushes out with antiseptic and bandaids. If it's more scary than painful, he comforts the little munchkin and gets them a snack for being brave

Incidentally Remus wants a snack too—a purple edgy daddy kind of snack

Rough housing is a Remus specialty, but Virgil is no stranger to it, and kids love riding his shoulders just to feel really tall

He is a master at detangling hair and styling it. Not even chewing gum can stop him! He has a ton of hair chalk if a kid wants some color too

Tell no one but he is the best cook ever!! He makes the best nuggets and mac and cheese!! And he can hide veggies in it!! Oh!! And-and he doesn't set his grill on fire yes this is a little shade

Speaking of food, this man is a baker and a damn good one

Remus is perganant? Of course he is just look at his partner how could he not be!! He's also gonna be spoiled and pampered by a certain spider excited to be a dad no I didn't write a behemoth fic about this

Is it bedtime? Kid is getting a story and a lullaby from Dadgil

Uh oh! Someone had a nightmare! Virgil will calm the kid down and let them sleep with him, and he'll cuddle them and scare away the bad dreams because no one is scarier than protective Dadgil

Remus likes having an excuse to call him Daddy and then deal with the aftermath when they're alone

Honestly he just gets so mushy watching Dadgil in action. That's his Scare Bear and he's just too adorable!!

Fuck Y E S Dadgil my beloved these are all S O fucking cute P L E A S E!!! Vee's so gentle, loving, caring, and fun with the kids and the fact that they all love him is adorable as fuck!!! You better believe the Emo absolutely makes banger ass meals and treats and a very perganant ball of chaos of his happens to be lucky to have them all when he's getting pampered XD <3 (Of course he'd be a lil shit any chance he'd get with Vee being a Dad and y'know what it's W O R T H I T XD)

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Hi I read your headcanons with fue/will having an s/o with trauma from an alcoholist dad and I loved it so much

Would it okay if I asked for the same but for nozel? S/O starts getting a slight panic attack in the middle of an important party and nozel is annoyed at first but when he realizes what's going on he feels super guilty and becomes protective of his s/o and comforts them?

Hello! ^^

Oh heavens it's been so long since I wrote that, but I am GLAD that you're enjoying my older works too!!! And I'd be more than delighted to make this fic happen ^^ Hope you like it!

Pairing: Nozel x gn!reader Fanfic type: Headcanons Genre: Hurt-comfort Length: ~0.8k Warnings: mentions of alcohol, implied misuse of alcohol (some random noble, not Nozel or reader), reader has an alcoholic father, there is a statement that reader understands Nozel having a glass or two at noble events or with dinner from time to time, slight panic attack (reader), Nozel swoops reader away and comforts them

Nozel was aware of you not drinking, and he was aware of where it came from, which was why he had been rather hesitant about drinking right after you had brought the topic up to him. Which had evoked a conversation between the two of you, if you'd wish him to not drink at all either. But the thing was that he wasn't irresponsible with it when you met.

Nozel never drank excessively. Maybe a glass or two with dinner, and it never reflected on his behaviour, so you had been fine with it; with him having a glass every once in a while. Especially since he had told you that he’d stop if it would come down to it, because he was committed to you. He made you feel safe. And you did understand that it was a part of the life in noble circles, to have a glass here and there.

You did understand. But when he asked you to participate with him to a ball, you were a bit taken aback at first, because you didn’t quite know what to make of it. Quite simply because you knew that there’d be alcohol there, and not everyone would surely hold their liquor as well as Nozel did. Not everyone would keep it to that one glass, which wouldn’t affect their behaviour.

But you also tried to reason with yourself. It was your trauma talking.

You’d still be in that ball, with Nozel. He’d be there to keep you safe. Nothing could hurt you.

So, you agreed to go with him. It was a really important party, after all.

And for the first parts of it, everything went well. You looked fabulous in your outfit, and were putting on a brave face. But after time passed, and people got more… comfortable with the discussion, having glass after another after another. You felt your anxiety grow.

A weight settled onto your chest and it was getting difficult to smile and-

Someone dropped a glass. The shattering sound pierced through the air and your breathing-, it grew more rapid. And you had to get away from there.

So, you tucked Nozel’s arm, and asked him to leave with you.

He gave you the look, which you recognized as annoyance. Disapproval. His piercing eyes that you hoped you wouldn’t have to see, not like that.

“Please…” you whispered, and there was… something, in your eyes and your tone of voice that made his eyes widen.

He glanced at the man who had dropped his glance and was having a laugh about it, as a waiter brought him a new glass. People were being louder than in the beginning of the evening, and … he could recognize fear. In your eyes. It was fear.

Something he had felt, too, about his own father, not that he would ever admit it. And yours was much more profound.

There was a gnawing, burning sensation of guilt and horror in him, as he realized what he was almost doing by expressing annoyance to your request. That he’d be no better than the sorry excuse of a man that Nozel called “Father”.

He wasn’t like that. He wasn’t and would never be, like that. He didn’t want to be. He didn’t want to do that to you, the one he cared and cherished the most.

“We’re taking our leave,” he announced while taking you by the hand and leading you away from the ball room, the straightest route possible, and into your private living quarters.

He held you close as soon as the door fell shut, and you pressed your head against his shoulder.

His chest was rising and falling, and his hold of you was secure and gentle. “I’m… sorry,” he said. “For forcing you to go…”

But it wasn’t really true. He had asked you to attend, and you did want him to include you into his life, you really did! But it’d be… a long road. Where you could be with him through events such as these without having to dismiss yourself in the middle of it.

“You didn’t,” you managed. “Thank you for taking me home…” he words came out as a half of a sob, but there was gratitude in there.

“Of course,” he whispered with a tone so faint that you were sure that if your ear hadn’t been next to his lips, then you might’ve missed them.

But what mattered was that he was there. He was there for you, and you mattered more to him than some noble event, party or alike.

He really, truly, loved you.

And you were certain, that you two could face anything, together.