#he'll never play the piano again!!

[artbyhauk]

MadLeomon vs Ogremon X

[wing-ed-thing]

Being Dumb and 12-Years-Old with Team 7 Headcanons

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns, Being 12, Mixed AU

𓆃 Genin are a different breed of insufferable. Because they do such heavy, "adult" work, the times genin get to be kids, they almost double down and have to get a certain amount of thoughtlessness out of their system.

Naruto

𓆃 Naruto is just spending money on useless things. He has no idea how to handle money at all and will pay for things in the lowest coin denomination possible.

𓆃 He's a sucker for "limited-time" snacks, no matter what the flavor, and he's paying for everything with the lowest denomination possible.

𓆃 So you're standing at the cash register with your two "spicy pickle and cream" flavored onigiri while the poor cashier has to count 200 1ryō coins.

𓆃 And even after all of that, Naruto will be short.

𓆃 Naruto will be too loud and laugh too much in public spaces. He can't keep his hands off anything and will get you kicked out of at least one (1) business every few weeks.

𓆃 Will go into a business without buying anything and just sit down and hang out. Has absolutely no social anxiety and will stay completely oblivious to the clear mounting frustration on the employee's face until he's asked to leave.

𓆃 Be prepared to apologize for him a million times or instead you can validate to him that he totally didn't do anything wrong— what was that guy's problem?

𓆃 Then you're going back to his apartment, trying to eat spicy noodles— that were actually far too spicy for either of you but neither of you are admitting that— and getting into scream debates over TV shows until the neighbors are banging on the wall because you're being too loud.

𓆃 He's also showing you the grossest things the internet has to offer and traumatizing you for life.

Sakura

𓆃 You and Sakura think you're such mature little adults, meanwhile, you're getting all anxious about the passive aggressive fights you're getting into with your peers.

𓆃 And in true 12-year-old fashion, no one is beefing with each other to their faces, but you sure as hell are sending each other to talk to other people and then report back to you.

𓆃 You once texted Ino's "ex-boyfriend" just asking, "Is this ___?” He threatened to call the authorities and Sakura and Ino had to calm you down for the rest of the night.

𓆃 You think you're being sneaky using the samples from the beauty store to put make up on, and looking back you're baffled you didn't get an infection.

𓆃 Any underwear outside of standard cotton panties is scandalous and terrifying, and there was definitely a time you all bought a lacy undergarment together and worried for a solid hour how to get them home without your parents knowing.

𓆃 You never wore them. Your parents never found out.

𓆃 Sakura and Ino gave you a make over during a sleepover once, even though their version of make up was just very caked on foundation and boxy eyebrows.

𓆃 Every so often, the three of you will pair off and have fights with each other. You and Sakura will have a fight that Ino "mediates." You'll "mediate" a fight between Sakura and Ino... and totally take sides. You'll tell Sakura that Ino's wrong, and Ino that Sakura is wrong.

𓆃 The fights don't last long and usually result in some tears shed and ice cream bought.

Sasuke

𓆃 Sasuke touts himself as a sort of wiz on the piano or perhaps on the guitar, when in reality, he just learned to play three songs really well.

𓆃 He won't outwardly flex, but you can tell he likes to be recognized for it. He'd whip the skill out on days he's feeling particularly down.

𓆃 He'll tell you that you're going to "start a band," but you "won't be like other music groups that just want to get famous". But in reality, when you go over to his place, you'll just end up eating junk food, playing games, and won't ever actually touch an instrument.

𓆃 The closest you'll get is karaoke, but if you ever mention it ever again Sasuke won't talk to you for a week.

𓆃 And he's not immune to sending someone back and forth with messages to you because he's not talking to you. But "not in the way girls do," whatever that means.

𓆃 He’ll also accidentally download something shady from a shady website one night after going down some obscure internet rabbit hole, and Sasuke will say he's not worried about it, but he'll call you when you get home hyperventilating about how worried he is about it.

𓆃 You'll try to learn how to ride the latest form of transportation on wheels together, but the moment Sasuke discovers he's not instantly good at it he'll get mad at you for being better than he is even though it's only been 10 minutes and are you really that better than he is?

𓆃 Only posing for pictures with a scowl and hands clasped in front of you. Bonus points if your head is tilted back. These are photos you and Sasuke hide when you're older.

𓆃 Coming up with nicknames for yourselves and subtly trying to encourage other people to start calling you those nicknames.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: No offense to any 12 year olds in the audience. Being your age is universally a cringe time it's okay it's a right of passage.

[inkedinshadows]

Azriel headcanons

Since I'm working on too many fics and not finishing even one, here's a list of random headcanons I have about our favorite shadowsinger. Seriously, they're very random.

I have so many more, but I didn't want this to be too long lol. Let me know if I should write more of them.

If it weren't for his scars that make it impossible for him (it'd probably be really uncomfortable), Azriel would wear rings. And I mean a lot of them, on both hands. Very slutty of him if you ask me. This is how I imagine it to look like:

And necklaces as well. Like silver little chains and similar.

Azriel is 100% a cat person. I don't think I need to say more, we can all agree on this, right?

The shadowsinger can sing, we all know that. But my current obsession is him playing the piano. He probably learned while healing his hands when he was a child because it helped with coordination. He's really good at it, but he doesn't play in front of people. Only for you. (I wrote a fic about this: Play It For Me)

He has a very neat handwriting. Again, he had to practice a lot after his hands were burned to use them properly again. I picture something like this:

He's the kind of "monster" that eats pizza with a knife and fork instead of just cutting slices and using his hands (I'm Italian, I'm allowed to say this). He would also always stick to the same pizza, never changing the topping too much (relatable). He'd probably keep it simple, with mozzarella, black olives, and maybe anchovies if he feels extra.

Since we're talking food, if you are out on a date or just eating at a restaurant or whatever and you order something you end up not liking, he's swapping your dishes and giving you his. If you do like it but you also like his a lot, then he asks you if you want to share and eat half of each.

He's not a cocktail guy. Here as well, he likes to keep it simple: whiskey, brandy, wine if he's eating, and beer if he's hanging out with Cassian. If he does drink a cocktail, his go-to choices are Black Russian, gin and tonic, Old Fashioned, Manhattan, and Negroni (which might be an Italian cocktail, I'm not sure).

Oh, and he loves coffee. Black, no sugar, no cream. Mostly espresso, but also full mugs of it, especially in the morning.

Azriel loves turtleneck sweaters. Leather jackets are another favorite. When he's out, he mostly wears black or dark jeans, but at home? Sweatpants. Those infamous grey sweatpants we all love. Again, very slutty. He bought them without thinking too much about it, but once he saw your reaction to him wearing them, they became his favorite piece of clothing out of everything he had ever owned.

On the topic of clothing, we know he mostly wears black, but we also know he loves Winter Solstice. He could be easily convinced to wear one of those ugly Christmas sweaters, especially if you bat your eyelashes at him. He can never say no when you give him doe eyes. He'll complain about it, but he secretly loves it, even more so if you're wearing a matching one. The first three are nice and simple and cute, the other two if you want to embarrass him a little (but he still wouldn't say no):

Same goes for Halloween. Couple costumes? He's down. Would he admit he likes it? Probably not. Would he refuse to do it until you're begging him to, just so he can see your cute pout? Absolutely. And of course, he lets you do his make-up.

He smokes. Not much, just 2/3 cigarettes throughout the day, but it can be more if he's stressed or nervous. (Just imagine the hand in the first picture with a cigarette, it's just the perfect position already. I don't smoke and I can't even stand the smell, but I would honestly let Azriel blow the smoke in my face fr)

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[sissylittlefeather]

Kinktober Day 24: Dirty Picture/Video

Let Me Love You Anyway

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, cussing, kissing, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, body insecurity, erectile dysfunction

Word Count: ~3k

Kinktober Masterlist

You stand next to the stage with your little envelope just waiting for him to walk to the edge. You're not sure what you'll do if he doesn't. 

He looks out to the front couple of rows as Love Me Tender plays behind him, trying to decide who he wants to kiss, if anyone. Truth be told, he's getting a little tired of the whole thing. He's 40 years old and kissing strangers is starting to lose its appeal. He'd rather have someone to really share something with than just a random pair of lips to smash against his and pray she doesn't try to shove her tongue in his mouth. He's scanning the crowd looking for someone who looks safe when his eyes settle on you. You've got something clutched against your chest and the way you look at him with your eyes round and hopeful takes him straight back to 1956. The girls around you are screaming, but you just stand there, almost reverential. He's intrigued by you in a way he hasn't been by a woman in a long time. 

Your heart stops as he walks directly to you at the edge of the stage and kneels down. He throws his scarf around your neck and pulls you in close, pressing his lips against yours softly. Unlike the others, you don't push for anything else. You just take what he's willing to give you and then slip the envelope into his hands. He pulls back and smiles at you and then leans forward again, kissing your cheek and whispering. 

“Thank you.” Without thinking, you kiss his cheek too and whisper back. 

“I love you.” Women are always telling him that they love him, but something about the quiet and sincere way you say it feels different. Like you might really mean it. When he backs away from you, he peeks into the envelope before handing it to Charlie and then looks up at you quickly, a smile spreading across his face. You blush and look down demurely and then back up at him, a little surprised to see that he's still looking at you with an amused grin on his face. He sneaks another peek into the envelope. 

Pictures. But not the kind of lewd, pornographic pictures he's used to from women. They're always so over the top, like the girls think they have a better chance with him the dirtier they are. But honestly, he's a little traditional. Your photos in your pink and white nightie catch him off guard. There's a touch of reality in them. It's not that you're innocent, per se, he can tell you're older than that. It's the modesty, the humility, the ladylike way you sit with your hands in your lap as you smile softly at the camera. 

“Boss, I'll take that.” Charlie comes up to him and tries to take the envelope. 

“No! I'll, uh, I'll keep this one.” He sets it on the edge of the piano, eager to get back to his room and see them up close with his glasses on. He looks back at you in the crowd where you stand with your bottom lip pulled in between your teeth. “Actually, Charlie, tell Joe I want to see that girl after the show.” 

Charlie nods, understanding the assignment and Elvis launches back into the concert. He kisses a few more women, but he never loses track of you. 

You watch the rest of the concert with his scarf on your neck, praying that he'll enjoy the gift you gave him. It's probably kind of boring in comparison to what he's used to from girls, but you've never been one to be too outrageous. He just seems sad these days and you wanted to cheer him up a little in the only way you could think of. You hope what you've written on the back of the photos isn't too cheesy. 

******

Elvis sits in his car after the show, waiting to see if Joe can deliver. While he waits, he pulls the envelope of your photos back out and takes another look. He flips it over to see if you've maybe written your name or contact information on the back, in case Joe can't find you. Instead he gasps a little and turns all the photos over to see if they have something written on them and they do. 

Poetry. You've written short poems on the back of them. Poems about him and you and the universe and the way you hope he knows how important he is. He feels the lump form in his throat and he sighs deeply, trying to keep his tears in his eyes. He says another quick prayer that Joe will be able to find you. One of his guys leans into the window. 

“EP, we gotta go. I dunno how long we can sit here waiting before they find you here and swarm the car.” 

“Just… a few more minutes. Please.” The guy nods, thinking Elvis is off his rocker staying here and waiting for a particular girl when he could order up anyone else easily. Finally, he sees Joe come down the ramp with you in tow. 

You look to Joe and then out to the limousine where it's parked at the end of the ramp. Surely this can't be real, can it? He's actually asked to see you? 

Elvis nervously rearranges himself on the seat as you reach the car door, still not quite believing he's inside. It's not until you slide into the car and look over at him that it sets in. You're in the backseat of a limousine with Elvis Presley. 

“Hi, honey. I'm Elvis. What's your name?” You're almost paralyzed with shock and he starts to wonder if this was a mistake. Then you smile and take his hand softly. 

“I'm y/n. Sorry, I just can't believe I'm really here.” He relaxes a little as you do and you both sit back against the seat. 

“Well, you did tell me you love me and hand me an envelope full of dirty pictures. Did you really think I'd let you just walk away?” He smiles teasingly. 

“Honestly? Yeah. I figured they'd be too boring for y-”

“Boring? Sweetheart, these are the sexiest pictures I've seen in a long time. And I love the poems. I can't wait to read through all of them.” He lifts the envelope to his lips and kisses it gently. You laugh softly and whisper.  

“You really like my poems?” He nods and then takes your hand in his, holding it like he's done it a thousand times before. You try not to melt, sure he's tired of girls who lose their shit around him. 

He tries to keep his hand from trembling as he holds yours. For some reason, touching you makes him feel like a teenager again. 

“If you don't mind, I'd like you to come to my hotel with me.” You blink a few times in surprise. “If not, I can have my driver take you wherever you want-”

“Elvis, I'd love to go to your hotel with you.” He breathes a big sigh of relief. You make small talk for the rest of the short car ride and he holds your hand and plays with your fingers the whole time. 

Every once in a while you chance a glance at him on the seat next to you. He's beautiful. The navy jumpsuit makes his eyes stand out and the silver phoenix gives him an almost angelic quality. One time, he catches you looking and smiles. 

“What?” Your eyes pop up to meet his behind his silver glasses. 

“What do you mean?” You try to act innocent. 

“I see you lookin’ at me. Not what you expected?” You can tell there's an edge to his voice like he's assuming you're disappointed. 

“You're just so-”

“So what?” The edge gets stronger and he puts your hand down. 

“Beautiful.” The way you say it is so sincere that he almost cries. He actually believes you. You stare into each other’s eyes for a while before he starts to lean in. He kissed you on stage, but this is different. He's almost nervous. His hand goes to your cheek and he's barely got his lips on yours when the car door opens. 

“What?!” He yells to the guy that opened the door. He's obviously annoyed with the interruption, but you giggle a little. 

“I think we're here.” You say softly and he immediately melts. He hasn't met a woman who can calm his anger in a long time. 

When you make it up to the room, he dismisses his bodyguards and leads you into the sitting area. 

“You want a drink, baby?” He's found that the girls he brings back to his room usually do. 

“No, I'm okay. You wanna change? That can't be comfortable. I'll wait out here if you want.” Your concern with his comfort reminds him of his mother for some reason and he's hit with the urge to wrap you in his arms and never let go. 

“I need a shower, but I'm exhausted.” He plops onto the couch next to you. You immediately bend over to take his boots off of him. You've always been a caretaker and something about him tells you that's exactly what he needs. 

“A bath then. I can get it ready.” He nods, unable to speak. He's completely in awe of you and your unbelievable kindness. Usually women want things from him, but you seem to only want to give. Once you've got his shoes off, you kiss his forehead and make your way to the bathroom. You're not sure what possessed you to kiss him so intimately, but it felt right. After a few minutes, you return from the bedroom. “I hope it's not too warm. And the hotel had some fancy bubbles in there, so I took the liberty of adding them. Hope that's okay.” 

You take his hands and pull him off the couch, leading him to the bathroom. He sees the effort you've put in and decides to do something a little out of his comfort zone. You turn to leave and he grabs your hand. 

“Stay.” You look up at him surprised. It wasn't your intention to do anything other than let him relax, but this sounds like a dream. 

“In the bathroom?” His thumb brushes your cheek as he looks down at you. 

“In the bath with me.” You nod and start to unzip his jumpsuit as he removes the heavy belt. When you get it down to his belly, he inhales sharply and touches your hand softly. “I'm… I don't…”

“Please?” Your eyes are warm and filled with admiration and for some reason he trusts you, so he lets you finish unzipping the suit and push it off of his shoulders and down to fall at his feet. Your eyes slip over his body and he feels the shame start to creep in, but you send it away with a single whispered word. “Beautiful.” 

Without another thought, he leans down and kisses you fully on the mouth, tasting you as his tongue dances against yours. His hands wander down to your thighs, where he grabs the hem of your dress and lifts it above your head and off, pulling you in close to him as he continues to kiss you. He opens your bra easily and pushes your panties down, reveling in the feeling of your soft, warm skin against him. 

Oh, how he'd love to make love to you, but his body doesn't seem to be cooperating. Before he can get too frustrated, though, you back away and step into the bathtub. You arrange yourself so that you're sitting behind him with your legs wrapped around his waist, your hands running over his chest. The water is the perfect temperature and the bubbles hide the parts of him that he doesn't want to see. Somehow you've made this exactly what he needs. He can feel your breasts pressed against his back as you kiss his shoulders and neck. His hands rest on your calves, moving down to your feet and back up periodically. 

“Honey, are you an angel?” You laugh softly and nip at his earlobe. 

“No, just a woman who loves you.” His words catch in his throat and he's glad you're behind him, so you don't see the single tear that escapes and slides down his cheek. “You deserve to be loved like this, Elvis.” 

He turns in the tub and pulls you onto his lap, straddling him. You smile and kiss him a few times gently and he mumbles against your lips. 

“It's hard for me to let you.” 

“I know. Let me anyway.” He nods and kisses you deeply again, pulling your hips in so that your center presses against him where he wishes he was hard. 

“I can't even-”

“I have an idea. Something that would be fun, I think.” 

“What?” You're so good at changing the subject when he needs you to. 

“Would you like to take some pictures of me?” His eyes immediately light up. 

“Can I?” You nod, giggling and he kisses you again. “I have a Polaroid camera.” 

Both of you get out of the bath and wrap yourselves in the thick, fluffy hotel robes. He goes to a black bag in the corner and pulls out a camera. Then he goes to his rack of clothing and pulls out a button down silk shirt. 

“I don't have a nightie. Would you wear this with panties?” You nod and take the shirt from him. 

“I'll wear whatever you want. You're the boss.” He giggles as you go back in the bathroom to retrieve your panties and put on his shirt. When you come back out, he swallows hard. You've taken your hair down from where it was piled on your head and it cascades around your shoulders. He can see your nipples ever-so-slightly through the silk of the shirt and he thinks to himself that you might be the sexiest thing he's ever seen. When you crawl onto the bed, he gets a full shot of your ass in your white cotton panties and has to suppress a moan. 

“What?” You smile as you position yourself on the bed. 

“Nothin’ honey, just, goddamn you're sexy.” He's so distracted by you that he doesn't even feel his dick as it begins to harden. You notice it under his robe, though, and bite your lip as he starts to snap photos. 

By the time he gets through the roll of film, you're so wet it's visible and his cock is so hard it makes a tent in the fabric. He tosses the camera onto the bed and crawls on top of you as you open the robe and push it off of him. Your heart pounds as he tears at your clothing, ruining his own shirt and throwing your panties across the room. Eager to not waste an erection, he rubs his tip on your entrance and sighs. 

“This may not… I might…”

“Elvis, hush.” You grab his hips and pull him into you, moaning loudly as he slides deep inside you. 

“Oh, fuck, honey.” He grunts and starts to grind his hips against you, slow and sensual at first and then picking up speed. He whimpers as he starts to really pound you. Sex hasn't felt like this for him in a long time. 

“Does it feel good?” You whisper into his neck. 

“God, yes. Lemme see ya, baby.” You manage to roll him over without him pulling out and start to bounce on top of him. His hands squeeze your hips, guiding your movements and his eyes are mesmerized by your breasts as they move with his thrusts. “Fuck, honey. I'm gonna cum.”

“Oh, I'm so close!” He licks his thumb and moves it to your clit, rubbing it quickly. This is one of his old moves he hasn't tried in years because the effort just hasn't seemed worth it. But with you it does. 

“That good, baby?” He's so close to a climax, he can feel it gathering at the base of his cock. 

“God, yes! Oh!!” You groan loudly as your orgasm crashes into you, making your walls thump and pulse and squeeze him as the wildfire rushes through you. 

“Yeah, baby! Fuck!” He grunts as your release pushes him over the edge too and he cums hard into you. That's also a thing he never does, but the thought of being with you for a long time doesn't scare him. It comforts him. 

You lean over onto his chest and try to catch your breath as he runs his hands up and down your back. For the first time in a long time, he's not self-conscious about anything. It's like everything outside the hotel room has ceased to exist and he's happy in this bubble with you. If it were up to him, he'd never leave. 

You look up at him with your chin on your hands on his chest and he runs his fingers through your hair. 

“Thank you.” You whisper and he frowns. 

“For what?”

“For letting me love you. Even just for tonight.” The reality that he has to leave in a few hours hits him and he closes his eyes. He smiles when he feels your lips on his cheek. 

“What if it wasn't just for tonight?” Now it's his turn to whisper. His eyes flutter open and you look at him in shock. “What if I let you love me until you didn't anymore?” 

“Then you'd let me love you forever.” 

“I'm not easy to love.” 

“I know. Let me love you anyway.” He smiles and kisses you gently. 

“Only if I can love you too.” 

“Always.”

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[illubean]

Hi! Can you do a pianist user with Kurapika, Killua Feitan and Chrollo please?

HXH W/ a Pianist!Reader

Characters: Killua Zoldyck, Kurapika Kurta, Chrollo Lucilfer, Feitan Portor Type: Headcanons, Gn!Reader

kurapika's is so short but i was literally drawing blanks v_v

Warnings: none

Killua Zoldyck

doesn't care that much tbh

he never really had time to learn an instrument or listen to music

and he's literally 12, I doubt he cares much for classical or jazz type genres

if you figure out how to make a piano sound like an american rap artist call him

very indifferent to your talent soz

he'd be more interested if you played guitar or drums or something

Kurapika Kurta

he's content listening to you play but he never really requests it from you

he thinks you sound best when you play from the heart

so if you happen to be playing while he is around he will stop and listen for a while

he is very impressed if you write your own music

Chrollo Lucilfer

he likes watching/listening to you play

will gladly attend all of your recitals and performances if you let him

if you play in public settings like the mall or on the street he will be like a personal security guard, chasing away any kids who come up and want to mess with you while you're working 😭

this guy probably listens to a good deal of classical music and will have song requests for you on occasion

he thinks there's something so elegant to you while you play

overall very supportive 10/10

Feitan Portor

I actually think he would know how to play piano

he grew up in the slums and didn't have much time to do anything hobby wise after that but he still gives me pianist idk

if you leave this man alone in your house he will look around first to make sure you're nowhere in sight and then play your piano

and when you catch him he jumps 50 feet in the air like a startled cat and denies it

you're going to have to beg him to ever play again or duet with you

he'll never admit it but he enjoys playing with you

sometimes when he is in the mood to play he will wordlessly drag you to the piano and sit then look at you expectantly

[novasintheroom]

Can you imagine Knives finding out about you? You, who travels with his brother, and dare taint him with your presence? How dare you even consider yourself worthy to walk with Vash.

He watches you from a distance. Through Zazie. Through Legato. Through word of mouth as his fumbling little brother chases ghosts across the wastes. You trail him, feed Vash your lies, your pity. And what a pity his brother is, truly. But the white hot rage that blooms in him like a crackling flower takes place when he finds out you're an item. A pair. Lovers. He could tolerate your comradery with Vash, but only Knives can love his brother - humanity is too dirty with greed and pride to make room for love.

So Knives takes you.

He isn't sure why he doesn't kill you when his minions drag you kicking and screaming to JuLai. For all the racket you cause, he should have. More than a few henchmen come back with blackened eyes and missing teeth from trying to feed you. But something in him - the dark, twisted part that is so consuming - enjoys the idea of toying with you.

He wants you to see what you're messing with. Who he is, why Vash is so afraid of you being in his clutches. But there's also a part of him, small and never acknowledged, that wonders what draws his brother to you, out of all the millions of humans that have been and are on the planet - why you?

You become something of a pet to him. A metaphorical chain and leash to your neck, as he strings you along with promises of more freedom if you behave. You follow him around, rather than his brother. Watch as he brings in more and more dying Plants and revive them through his own DNA. And you ask questions. Lots of them. Knives finds he enjoys answering them, unintelligent and mindnumbing as they are.

He would never admit to enjoying your company. But he plays the piano for you. Watches you watch him. The intelligence in your eyes he will never acknowledge. Slowly, he comes to understand why Vash keeps you around. The way you walk. The lilt in your voice as you ponder his grand plan. How your lips move. And the first time you smile at him - genuinely? - he makes a hasty exit as his heart beats faster and his face flushes. He tries to get you to smile more often, but it is hard - you are still only a pet, after all.

Eventually, you make an escape. The perfect timing, the perfect moves, everything. And Knives finds himself going near mental at your disappearance. You cannot go back to his brother - you just can't. You are his now, his pet, his human. But despite his best efforts, you are gone like the wind. Not even tracking his brother brings up anything. You learned your lesson, and are not putting Vash in any danger...for now.

But Knives knows humans. And you will return to Vash in time. And when you do, he'll be ready to take you again.

You belong to him, after all.

[flippinpancakes64]

How the Cullens would react to you being a newborn

*Note* This is my first ever post please be nice :(

Edward:

Super supportive

Is so so patient

Will teach you everything he knows about self control and how to best curb your hunger

Will go hunting with you every day if that's what you want

He doesn't care if you're dangerous he wants a hug so he's getting a hug

Protective x100

If Jasper still has trouble trusting you after you've mostly gotten yourself under control he will be right there telling him to back off

10/10 would let him turn me into a newborn

Alice:

Again, supportive x100

She deals with Jasper on the daily, she knows how to help with cravings and sporadic behavior

Can easily stop you from things you shouldn't do because she can see them in the future

Would go hunting with you

Would lose her patience after a while if you keep tearing the clothes she buys you tho

(Not actually she'd just be a little frustrated :) )

Would also come to your defense if Jasper or anyone else doubts that you have yourself under control

"I can literally see the future it's fine-"

Jasper:

The worst of them all probably-

He's very tough to get to in the first place

He has a dark past, most of his trauma is from Newborns

He doesn't trust you for a really long time

Super skeptical, will follow your every move ready to hold you down

He's just trying to protect his family tho

You're gonna have to be on your best behavior if you ever want him to trust you again

He'll come around eventually though with the help of his family to show him that you're adjusting well

After he's certain you're no longer a threat he will feel so bad

Cuddles x100

He's just a big softie who loves his family behind those scary eyes

Rosalie:

Ok I lied she might be the worst actually-

If you did this to yourself or had another one of the Cullens turn you chances are she's never gonna talk to you again (sorry)

I mean we all know that she hated Bella's guts until she got pregnant with Renesmee

But if you got turned by accident or by a rogue vampire attack?

Supportive x200

Mama Bear mode activated fr

She remembers what it was like all too well

The pain, the confusion, the anger, the hatred

You couldn't do a single thing wrong in her eyes

You accidentally attacked a hiker? It happens to the best of us

You broke one of the super expensive cars by closing the door too hard? It's ok Carlisle can buy a new one

Can and will defend you if anyone says you're not ready yet

Emmett:

Kinda chill tbh

Obviously since he's the strongest he's with you most of the time to hold you back if need-be

But he's more interested in making bets against anyone who will bet with him

"I smell an elk up ahead, I bet I'll get to it before they can"

"I bet I'll win in an arm wrestling contest"

"I bet they'll scream at Edward for playing that piano too loud"

Mostly is just a good supporter

He's really observant though and is a good judge on if you're ready to be alone yet or not

Esme:

Supportive x100

She hates seeing anyone in pain and you are no exception

Will give you all the tips and tricks she can think of

How to control your cravings, the best animals to hunt, the best places to go to just scream and let it all out

She's got you covered

Wouldn't be that strong of an advocate towards you being ready tho-

She acknowledges that she is not very well versed in this field and will accept Carlisle's or Jasper's judgements very seriously

She will do her best to help you though

Carlisle:

The man for the job fr

He has raised four different newborns that he created mostly all by himself

He knows exactly what to do

How to best help you, how to make sure you feel the least pain possible, how to speed up your process

Literally anything

He's very open to answer any questions you have

If you were dying and he did this to save you he'd be perfectly okay with you wanting nothing to do with him

He understands

It will take a while to fully convince him that you are in control of your urges, but one he's convinced he is on your side 100%

Vampire! Bella:

Definitely the most sympathetic

She was the most recent change, she remembers it the most

Even though she did have her self-control on her side, she still remembers how difficult it was

Will stand by your side no matter what

She's not scared of you or what you could do

To her you're still you

Will do her best to help you with anything you need

Does her best to help give you distractions if there are people nearby

Once she believes you're ready, she will not take no for an answer

She's stubborn

Very good support tho 10/10

[kazutora-kurokawa]

HELLO! How are you? I'm glad your requests are open again

This is the 367473 time I try to make a request but Tumblr just couldn't-

Anyways, I wanna make a request for Tr boy with a Musician S/O (Baji, Draken, Mickey and Izana) to be more specific, a classically trained Pianist.

I'm a Pianist as well, so I would like to know how they would react to their S/O being always busy with rehearsal and recitals

Thank you so much, and I'm sorry for my bad English, it's not my first language 🙏

TokRev x Pianist!Reader

♡ SFW, gn reader, fluff, arson, reader is a busybody with a flooded schedule ♡

Characters: Baji, Mikey, Draken, Izana

note: thanks for requesting and trust me, your English is perfectly fine 🩷 also sorry for the delay lol

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Baji

🔥 Thinks that you playing the piano is super cool because he could never do it (he doesn't have the patience)

🔥 He'll show up to your recitals loud as hell and end up getting kicked out (he'd bring Chifuyu with him too lol)

🔥 He doesn't mind you being busy, as long as you actually make an effort to spend time with him

🔥 If you don't make time, he'll make time for you by burning down the recital hall 🤭 (nah but seriously don't test him because he will do it)

Mikey

💠 He's so clingy, so your tight schedule gets him mad sometimes

💠 He'll whine about it and beg you to reschedule whatever you have going on (he hits you with the puppy dog eyes and the lip pout 😭)

💠 He'll pop up at a few of your recitals and either fall asleep because it's so peaceful or tear up because it's so beautiful (he'll bury his face in his jacket if he starts feeling teary eyed though)

Draken

🐉 Draken loves listening to you play the piano, he'll come over just to hear the sweet melodies and watch your fingers gracefully navigate the keys

🐉 He's at every recital, sitting quietly and cheering you on when it's over (literally everyone in the audience is intimidated by him at first because since when did gang members like classical music? 🤨)

🐉 He doesn't mind your schedule, he even drives you to and from practice

Izana

🎴 He already plays guitar so he knows how consuming learning an instrument can be, albeit not to your extent

🎴 He doesn't mind your schedule, but he makes sure to always keep an eye on you, whether that be showing up at recitals or stalking you to and from practice

🎴 He'll take time out of his schedule to try to learn piano just to impress you

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[obae-me]

Random Sibling Headcanons

I'm a wee bit sick, which is why I've put my more serious projects on a very short pause. That being said I still feel the need to write something, so why not get some ideas out in the form of little fun ideas? Featuring colored names this time because it's fun for my brain.

These are just some little headcanons I like to think the brothers have done, since I love thinking of their sibling/ at-home relationships with each other.

In the picture of Lucifer's office, he seems to have stairs heading up to a second-story loft of some sort. I've always imagined he has a "Pride" wall somewhere up there filled with memorabilia of his brother's greatest or proudest achievements. There's some photos, art pieces, awards his siblings gave up on keeping, etc. His brothers know about it but hate it, so they all never speak of it.

Mammon and Levi once both badly injured their hands, trying to outdo each other high-fiving. You know where you try to get that perfect smack and hurt the other person's palm? Yeah, like that. They whiffed it on the first try and had to do it again and just couldn't stop after that.

Belphie usually puts small portions of his dirty clothes into his brother's hampers so they can clean his clothes for him without them realizing. It drives them all wild having to sort it out each time, and Belphie thrives off of it.

One of Satan's favorite pranks was to quickly run around the whole house and use up every hot water source he can while Lucifer was taking a shower so his water turns ice cold while the eldest is still in it. It got to the point where Lucifer is actually fine taking cold showers now.

If a bunch of them are in the same room and one of them gets a call from Lucifer, the others will suddenly try to sound like something horrible is going on, more often than not trying to incriminate the person who picked up the phone, blaming them for some false scenario that never happened.

If Belphie gets woken up too many times in the same day, he'll find ways to wake his siblings up in the middle of the night. Once he managed to get into all their phones and set annoyingly loud alarms, another night he cursed the piano in the music room to play until morning. Now the brothers have an unspoken rule not to wake their youngest sibling up more than four times a day.

Asmo likes to barge into his siblings' rooms sometimes unannounced with his D.D.D. while he's live on Devilgram or Deviltube. He loves to catch his brother's doing something stupid, it's hilarious. Sometimes he's not even live, he's just recording so he can keep videos to laugh over later.

They trade chores often, much to Lucifer's frustration, but everyone has some chores they absolutely can't stand. They've even somehow come up with a bartering system of sorts. Laundry = 1 other chore like dusting, but something like Dishes = 2 chores like taking on laundry and vacuuming.

None of them have ever missed one of Beel's games. They always show up and sit in the same spots so Beel never has to look around for them in the crowd. Lucifer brings the bag of supplies and snacks should his siblings need it. Because they always end up complaining about something by the end of the night. Mammon always brings his megaphone that almost always gets in him trouble every time. Levi gives his brothers all glowsticks. Satan always secretly has tricks up his sleeve to use against the opposing team should any of them come close to harming Beel (although that's nearly impossible, but he has them as a precaution). Asmo made everyone the most beautiful signs to hold. And Belphie brings everyone blankets since it can get chilly in the stands. He also brings a big lunchbox of snacks for Beel to eat right after the game even though they always go out to eat right after.

Lucifer, Mammon, and Levi as the three eldest are used to giving their younger siblings things they no longer need. The younger four have plenty of hand-me-downs but more often then not, they don't really mind. Lucifer gives out anything he's not overtly a fan of which can be anything from books to cologne to jewelry. Everyone has a few old things of his. Mammon gives out a bunch of clothes quite frequently. Despite his greed, his room can only hold so much, and so he usually goes through a semi-regular purge. Anything his brothers don't grab he sells. Levi gives out old electronics since he upgrades to the newest stuff as soon as he can. Because of this, Satan owns a pair of cat-ear headphones.

On a trip to the human world once, Asmo bought Belphie one of those electronic toothbrushes that play a song in your head while you brush your teeth so the youngest no longer falls asleep during brushing. Yes, it was a Brittany Spears one. (Does this date me? Maybe. Do they even make those anymore?)

Mammon and Asmo have both sat Beel down and tried to give him a basic course on recognizing flirting to keep their younger brother from being so totally oblivious, but no matter how many times they try, he never notices. However, now if Beel is ever given a random phone number, he knows to take it to either of those two to sort it out for him.

Once, for Belphie's birthday he received the ugliest quilt made from little squares from his brother's t-shirts, pillowcases, robes, etc. They all worked together to sew it up and it's very, very obvious who did what parts. Belphie says he can't stand the awful thing but sleeps with it every night.

[melanieph321]

SEVEN DAYS OF REQUESTS 3.0

(DAY 2)

Riccardo Calafiori x Reader - Difficult Part 3/3

+18

Part 1 Part 2

Reader is the media manager for Bologna FC and is reluctantly paired up to help Riccardo Calafiori with interviews after a badly played match.

Enjoy!

It was strange. You spent the weekend believing that you were fired from your job, only to receive a phone call on Monday from your boss, asking you to come fly to Milano with him.

"So....why am I here exactly?" You asked, all dressed up and in a full face set with makeup.

"What do you think, I need help with the press." He insisted.

The Bologna FC annual charity event was held in honor of the teams own foundation. Donations were made throughout the year, but the annual charity event was a chance for sponsors to meet the players and the recipients of the granted scholarships that the foundation offered.

"I get that part, but why did I have to dress up?" Your boss had been awfully specific during your phone call. Especially when it came to which hotel you would be staying at, along with what attire you should wear for the big event (high heels, black dress).

"Y/N, hasn't anyone told you that asking too many questions can be perceived as rude?"

"No. Asking questions is my job. Your job too."

"For God's sakes."

You were pulled aside. Your boss spoke to you in hushed tones. "Don't let tonight fool you. If it was up to me, you'd be long gone, fired for the shit you pulled last week. However, a certain player may or may not have refused to appear in front of the press tonight unless you were present."

"Huh, who?"

"Oh, please. Don't act coy with me. I should have known that it was more to you and Calafiori. No one has managed to get him to attend these things, let alone speak to the press about the teams work with the foundation. Just make sure that your relationship is kept under wraps until the end of the season, will you?"

"Wait, what?" You were as confused as you had ever been. "Riccardo refused to attend the event unless I did so too?"

"Here we go again, Riccardo, Riccardo. How about you stick to addressing him by last name while he's here."

"He's here?"

"Jupp. He's coming this way too."

You turned around at the exact moment that Riccardo spotted you from across the room. A smile lit up his face as he set out to approach you.

"Just remember what I said." Your boss whispered. "Keep whatever is going on between you away from the press."

"How many times must I tell you? Nothing is going on between me and...."

"Y/N!"

"Riccardo!" At the moment of his appearance, your boss gave you one last stern look before slipping away.

"You made it." Riccardo said, sounding genuinely happy to see you. You had never seen him so dress up either, with his hair brushed back and set behind his ears. "I was hoping that your boss received the email that my assistant sent him."

"Yeah, about that. You were already quite set off from the crowd. However, you took the initiative to look for more privacy. Thankfully, Riccardo respected your wishes, following you into an empty salon decorated with flower ornaments and a grand piano.

"Is there anything you wish to tell me?" He asked, speaking to you with unrecognizable grace, as if the two of you were strangers yet acquainted.

"Yeah, please tell me whatta he'll is going on?"

He frowned.

"I was fired last week." You exclaimed. "From the shit you pulled at the press conference."

Riccardo regarded you curiously, a sly smile on his lips.

"And don't tell me that you haven't had a say in me being here, because my boss just told me that you do."

"I do?"

"Yes, you do. So please, for once, be honest with me."

"Honest?"

"Yes, be honest."

"Honestly....last week made me feel like shit. Not the part where I told those journalists to fuck off. They sincerely deserved that."

Your arms folded as you rolled your eyes.

"But, I do regret getting you fired Y/N. When I noticed you missing during the post interviews of last night's game, I realized that I fucked up and needed to make things right."

"And so you brought me here, to Milano?"

"Yes."

"But, why?"

"To apologize of course."

"Well, apology accepted. Can I go now?"

"Y/N, wait."

It was the first time that you touched. Riccardo, despreatly grabbing a hold of your wrist as you turned your back on him. "Don't leave." He said. No. Demanded.

You turned back around to find his eyes shamelessly eyeing you up and down.

"I cant't belive you wore it."

"Wore what?" You frowned.

"You're boss is a real push over, you know that right?"

"I do, but in what way are you..."

He pulled you towards him. With his hand around your wrist, you stumbled forward, Riccardo catching you in his arm. "He's a real bitch."

Your faces were inches apart. The tip of your nose, the bridge between your touching lips. You smiled. "I've never heard a grown man call another man a bitch before."

He smirked, a hand reaching to remove a hairstrand from your face. "Well, get used to it, baby. You're with me now."

"God, you're so difficult to work with."

"Difficult to work with, but easy to get in bed. There's always two sides to a coin."

"Oh, just shut up and kiss me already."

It was done in relief. The smacking lips and groping hands were all done to finally release the intense sexual tension between you. It had always been there, underlying, knocking on the surface. Riccardo felt it, and so did you. Hey, even your boss jinxed it. Now, the two of you were pushed up against a grand piano with Riccardo's large frame hovering over yours as he lifted you up and laid you down on top of it.

"Fuck me."

"Don't you want to me to play with you first?"

"Play? I'm a grown woman."

He laughed and proceeded to bend down and kiss you, his lips wet and soft against your own.

Who knew that all that hot-headed temper would be put to good use. Riccardo was a fair enough football player but an even better lover. He insisted on taking care of you first, refusing for you to reach for his belt. At least not until he had you arching your back on top of the piano, begging him to stop eating you out.

"No." He chuckled, as you squirmed on top of the piano.

"Please. I'm making a mess."  Being a mess was the correct term. Once Riccardo detached his lips from between your legs, you made the effort to pat down your tousled hair, as well as wipe off any smudge lipstick.

"I hate you." You said. To which he grinned.

"No, you don't. I'm just difficult to work with."

Part 1 Part 2

[grimalkinmessor]

Was thinking about Light Yagami—again, help—and thought "If Light Yagami wants something, then he's going to get it" but then I realized. No. No, that's not right. Because Light is also the type of guy to convince himself that he doesn't want things. So like,,,only in surges of destructive behavior does he insist on getting what he wants.

Someone spills wine on Light's shirt? Laugh it off but start up a thirty-two step plan to ruin their life.

Light wants some ice cream? No he doesn't. What are you talking about? He's never wanted any sort of dessert in his life because that would be childish and also selfish of him.

An uncle called him a 'sissy boy' for playing the piano? Uncover the drugs in his car and, if there aren't any, plant some. Make sure they're discovered at the largest family gathering possible in front of plenty of witnesses. He will spend seven years in jail.

Light likes a certain band and wants to listen to their music, go to a concert even? Nope. Never heard of them. Who? He doesn't need CDs and his father just bought him a computer for school so really a music player would be excess. Plus he's not one of those heathens that likes to study to music, obviously.

And thinking about that, I think L breaks him out of that mindset by teasing out Light's pettiness. L turns everything into a challenge, a game to win, so Light's more "foolish" wants are no longer childish—they're a victory. L turns Light's simplest desires into petty revenge, and so he'll chase them.

Light would never ask or even search for an expensive gourmet breakfast food on his own, but handcuff him to L and have him watch his every meal, then Light's damn well going to make sure he enjoys it. Light wants silk pajamas because the sheets are uncomfortable, Ryuzaki, really—it has nothing to do with the fact that you turned the thermostat down when Light said he was cold. Suddenly Light enjoys ice cream again but only when it comes from L's bowl when he's not looking.

[sherwees]

piano lessons

cw: dubcon, more angsty idk, reader and kun are implied to have a LEGAL age gap, riding, maybe a sir kink, kun uses “sweetie” “sweetheart” etc etc on reader, lots of praising coming from kun too.

side note : I think I made kun praise the reader more than they actually fucked so urm.. uhhhhhhhh 👁👁

extra : I remember when my elementary music teacher told me I had long hands and I would be a great piano player.

extra extra : I used the word fucking and eyes too much for my liking.

apart of the nct corny porn plots series!

“how about you play this?”

once you hummed at kun's recommendation, he grabbed the music packet and set it in front of you. intently watching him place his finger on the cnote then drag it to the rest of the notes then stop it right at the dash.

“see this,” he tapped at d in between the a and f. “this is where you get really..” kun tries to express it with his hands but he places his hand on his thick thighs in defeat. “overwhelmed..” he finished with a sigh, he met eyes with you but you really met eyes with a key on the far end.

you simply nodded with a short-lived smile, his eyes narrowed in confusion before he tilted his head and nudged your shoulder. “come on, give me a real answer..” kun kept on nudging it until you grinned, he suspects that you're distant and jittery because of the death of your previous instructor but it's really because of how fucking sexy he was omg you wanted a slice of THAT.

“also, keep your wrists forward..” HE FUCKING GRABBED YOUR WRIST AND AND AND AND AND FUCKING POINTED IT FORWARD but lightly and hesitantly as if he was scared to break you, his hands were coarse but comfortably soft. “don't hunch,–” he mocked your stature right before you realized and straightened it.

“don't worry, you're doing much better than usual..” kun muttered, giving you a coy smile to somehow pay off his passive aggressive comment.

you started to play the familiar tune of the sonata, your mind trying to drift from the lingering touch on your waist. one part of your mind focused on moving away from his intruding hands; your spine angling uncomfortably to the left. the other on your frolicking fingers on the arrays of keys, you felt yourself starting to panic but for which reason?

him or that certain section of notes coming up??

maybe you could take your mind off of it?

think about the ache of your fingers but what about the fingers creeping around & across your waist

man fuck it.

you slammed the keys with a huff before covering your face, “I can't get this if you're rubbing all over me!” you said with an irritated tone, it was more embarrassing that you described it that way.. but you still got your point out visibly based off kun's offended look.

“a real pianist w–”

“WOULDN'T BE DISTURBED BY LITTLE THINGS LIKE THAT, OKAY I GET IT!” you snapped, standing up from the ottoman then slapping your hands to your sides; your fist balling together slowly. kun stared at your stiff figure with a sigh, but his eyes mused at your pouty lips; he yearned to finally kiss them.. but that's a little.. weird, isn't it?

“my apologies, maybe we need a break?” he suggested in a murmur, trying to hide his smile as he tapped a key lightly but the piano never emitted a sound. the tension was palpable and kun was sure that he'll make it boil over but.. to his liking. no matter what he had to do.

you took a breather, were you more overwhelmed about his absolute SEXINESS OMG YOU WANTED TO FUCK OMFGGGGG or about the piano piece? it was–

“now let's try that again, yeah?” his head peaked out of your peripherals, his eyes filled with some sort of mysterious enthusiasm. as if you were in some sort of illusion, you sat back down. “that's more like it..” kun whispered, his shoulder nudged against yours unintentionally. you didn't notice how the side of your knees were touching, your forearms nearly touched with every movement. freaky ass bitch...

once you were calm, you started playing again. his eyes intently watching your concentrated expression; how your eyes squinted at some points, your jaw clenching once you got to that one sixteenth note that bothered you two weeks prior.

“you're doing really well..” kun reassured, his breath was caught in his throat once he felt a tension at the base of his length with every move of your fingers.

man.. that third note kinda hit different this time..

after finishing, you haven't realized that you were sweating until you pulled your hands from the board. goddamn bitch, you were out of breath?!

kun stood up adruptly with a contempt sigh, brushing your sweaty forehead once you looked at him. you felt kun's hand quiver against your hairline before it felt to his waist, the silence was heavy and ominous. you couldn't even bother to make eye contact with him because of the goosebumps that tingled on the side of your neck. he literally wouldn't stop staring; he probably wasn't even blinking oh my fucking god.

after the sequence of silence, he finally said, “you did great today, sweetheart..” he complimented, hoisting you up by your arms into a hug. kun relished in the feeling of your warm skin against his cold own. “m’ so proud of you..” he whispered the praise into your ear, his lips grazed your lobe.

“I think you deserve an award, hmm?” kun seducted you, the familiar warmth and prickle of goosebumps followed up your neck.

“urm, what?!” you accidentally yelled, turning the tension cold. “huh?” kun said before pulling back, his face contorted in confusion as if he didn't do all that and a bag of chips. he quickly composed himself with a deep breath and clearing of his throat once he noticed your expression still remained angered, frustrated and overall fucking CONFUSED? I MEAN LIKE?!!

he totally got lost in the moment, kun needed to realize that he was your instructor and nothing more. not a lover. it hurt that you didn't see him like that and that you'll never understand how bad he wanted to embrace your warmth and revel in the feeling of the succulent plumpness of your lips. but he couldn't and he shouldn't.

“don't fucking act stupid!” your pent-up irritation scorched kun's frangible heart. “I know, I know, I fucking know!” his hand slammed an array of keys before he rubbed his forehead with a sigh. kun's hand perched on his hip before he looked back up at you, his deep brown eyes teary with hurt.

“I've tried so hard to keep us two platonic in some sort but I just can't do it! you're too much..” his forehead lines frowned in distress whilst his index and thumb met the inner corner of his eyes.

“I mean, I really wanna help you but at the same time, I-I just can't help myself.” he concluded with a restraint tone, his hand unintentionally slamming against the keys again but he found leverage on the top of the piano.

kun let out a throaty sigh once your eyebrows finally rested, “l-let's just continue,okay?” his eyes fell to the ground before he sat back down and you only followed; you didn't want to hurt him further.

once your fingers settled on the keys, your eyes managed to zone in on his heavy ass erection.

just look away, not at his jawline.. look away, maybe at his nose?! maybe at the outline of his maybe soft lips.. MAYBE AT THAT ONE MOLE UNDER HIS EYE?!! MAYBE THE MOLE THAT'S PEEKING OUT OF HIS OPEN BUTTON UP SHIRT?!!! MAYBE OR MAYBEEEE—

“okay- I—” you stood up with your hand on your forehead but immediately moved it away once it reminded you of him. nearly regurgitating the smoothie you chugged 12 hours ago that kun COINCIDENTALLY bought you, you managed to keep your stern authority.

but it completely faltered once he stood up too.

your hand surprisingly caught you, using the side of the piano. “just give me another chan–” he paused his soon series of pleads once he noticed that you shook your head, “it's fine, I'm just..” you trailed off, eyeing kun's erection for a second before looking back up at his eyes; they held some sort of.. weird.. erotic.. vibe to it..

“at this point, it's whatever you decide.”

“decide what?”

“if you wanna go home or to continue our lesson.” he said simply. “I'm just going to teach you.. nothing more.” kun suggested with some sort of grudge behind his words.

“I mean.. you're fine–I'm fine.. I mean– fuck, I'm so over this!” you cowered into your quaking palms before kun's hands (which you now noticed were abnormally larger than yours) pulled them away with a reassuring smile, it was like he was taunting you.. along with his dimples that poked inward.

“how about we just finish our lesson?” he sounded like a fucking robot, you hated it.. hated the fact that he was fucking ignoring that he was messing with you in the beginning of this bitchass lesson, the “sweethearts” “sweeties” that you had to deal with, his touches, his smile, his dimples, his lips, his hands,

just fucking everything, you hated him.

it wasn't a hate, you loathed him.

“stop acting like everything's okay! it's not.”

“well fine then!” he snapped, causing you to jolt lightly. “you have driven me insane since the first week I've even taught you.. I always tried to keep my feelings at bay just so I could fulfill your dream or whatever the hell and help you get over the death of your first instructor.. it hurt so bad when I saw you crying after our first day together.. I tried so fucking hard to be there for you.. provide for you and you just don't meet me in the middle, you've never even thought or bothered to even meet me in the middle either. and it's the bare minimum.” kun's tone died down towards the end, veins sprawled up his forearm as his hand clenched and unclenched with every word that seemed to be forced out of his throat, his eyes filled with some sort of animosity and longing at the same time.

“your naïvety makes my heart hurt so bad.. you just don't understand.” kun's voice strained, his arms flailed to his sides in distress, “you're just so irresistible— it feels weird that I even think about you like that but it's just..” he trailed but the rest of his sentence died in his throat, kun's distraught eyes stayed on the piano; his unshed tears bordered at his waterline shining from the warm lamp.

“I just want the best for you, and I believe that the best is with me.” kun came forward, your eyes followed his hand grasping your fingers quite awkwardly. you look up at him, your eyes were lost, confused and honestly baffled like that whole speech just for him to finally get pussy like hello?!

kun suddenly reached for his zipper simultaneously, his ample cock finally being freed from the suffocating confines of his trousers. but your conscience told you that you'll regret this and that something was off and that this was weird and wro— “sweetheart, be good for me alright..” the cool brass of his rings tingled your face once he gripped your jawline, a sardonic smile splayed on his face.

“kun, seriously–” he ignored your concern as he harshly yanked and tore the waistband of your pants to your knees. your heart raced anxiously, but for what? something about him just intimidated you towards borderline fear.

“just tell me what you want.” kun gripped your waist urgently, his fingernails digging into your skin causing you to wince. “come on now, just give in.” he allured you further, his eyes searching yours for any sort of deceit before his hungry lips practically swallowed yours. yes, his lips were actually soft but he gave too much tongue and it made you nearly recoil everytime he would nudge your tonsil.

kun quite literally tackled you to the ottoman, the warmth of his crotch swept through the butterflies in your stomach and straight towards your cewchie. without any effort, he placed your legs around his hips before pushing down his boxers. the heat emanating from his cock along with the weight of his tip on your clit alone was terrifying, “I don't think I could–” you wept, your imploring orbs meeting his deep-set ones.

“I think you could, I believe you could.. be brave for me, alright?” kun coaxed you while yanking your panties down, overstretching the hem a bit. kun groaned at the sight of your slick that glistened in the light, his tip slipped in between your folds; causing a full body shock to rack through him. “so fucking wet for me, hmm?” kun chimed, that same smile that made you nauseous appeared once more.

“you're s’ pretty, you know that?” you moaned when his pointer tugged at your clit playfully, a warm blob of precum slid to your hole. the head of his cock circled your sopping hole before he slid in easily with the aid of your arousal. your back arched at the unbearable stretch, your hands clawed and tore at his back as he tried to not simply cum over the unsteady pulsating of your walls.

“I fucking swear– just– fuck..” kun huffed, his dark brows furrowed in reluctance and concentration. agonizingly slow, he steadied his thrusts to be short; his tip nudging at your cervix. “you feel so fucking good–” kun said breathlessly, you winced once he slid out with an arousing pop before he sat up. “need you to ride me, alright? I don't think I'll control myself..” he shook his head with defeat, his collar bones sheened with sweat.

“sir– I don't–” he lazily smiled with a sigh and Pat to your thigh, “come on now..” he leaned back, his length twitching against his belly button like an invitation. you nodded hesitantly before straddling his lap, looking down at his length; your stomach dropped but once you took a deep breath, you were probably fine.. for now.

“breathe, princess..” he murmured against your jawline, your lips contorting in an attempt to take his wide tip but your hole only fluttered it out. “fuck– seriously I–” you screeched when kun suddenly shoved you down, tears jumping from your eyes in heavy blotches. you couldn't even bother to make eye contact with him, his eyes were hazed over with full lust.

his big hands grasped your hips as he maneuvered you on his cock, breathy gasps leaving him and whimpers leaving yours. “taking me so well, doll..” he praised you before leaving kisses upon your neck, suckling at some point as the taste of salt from sweat and tang of perfume mingled on his tongue.

the pace you set was obnoxiously slow for kun.. he knew that you were holding back or just not putting your all into it.. he scrutinized you again, your plush but yet tense thighs, your shut eyes unleashing bits of tears.

fuck you were going to be the death of him.

with every bounce on his lap, both of your pre-releases smacked around between you two. your inner thighs were uncomfortably sticky and irritated but the pleasure that coursed through your lower region aided a bit. kun's hips suddenly thrust upward, his hips now meeting yours in sync; causing you to squeal into your hand.

“baby, you could go a bit faster.. come on now..” he really only said that because his release was practically around the corner, he was sure that you could tell from his tensing thighs and twitches of his aching length stealthed in your warmth. kun's eyes rolled back to his skull once you clenched around him again, his hips stuttering additionally with a slap to your ass.

“don't do that baby..” kun heaved, looking down at the mess under you then up at you with eastern european gay porn sadness in his eyes. his clammy hands slide to your thighs whilst you rest your hands on the hook of his shoulders, he suddenly reached a relentless pace; the ottoman squeaking ever so lightly under you both.

“m’ gonna cum...” you mustered a murmur, mixed with a sob. there was only a squelching and smacking that resounded throughout the room, your abdomen caved before you yelped and fell lax into kun's arms with a heave.

“with me, okay?–” his doe eyes pleaded with you, his cock shooting rounds of precum that made your clit swirl. “with me, fuck you're so–..” he shut himself up with another peck to your lips. coincidentally, his thumb applied pressure right at your clit; your fingers tapped at his back once the pressure started to sting.

he suddenly released, his cum combining with the leaking trail of all sorts of releases down your thighs. his chest raising up and down in a tired rhythm against your cheek, his cock releasing wave after wave of his essence until it became droplets. kun eventually pulled out of you and pulled you off of him effortlessly, your head banged on the piano keys though.

cursing to himself, he pulled your head onto his chest and wrapped his arms around your waist. you looked up at him and giggled, kun stared in confusion at your hysterical laughter before you suddenly bit the tip of his nose. it was just something you always wanted to do.

kun immediately covered his nose with a hiss and you weirdly tasted chocolate and then there was a crunch.. “uncover your nose..?” you asked, he shook his head aggressively before you simply just pulled his hands away.

you gasped, he was made of white chocolate..? there was also bits of oreos you tasted also.. that's why his cum had a weird consistency..

“you're made of white chocolate, ew..” kun pouted at your comment before biting your shoulder, you were caramel flavoured. biting his ear lobe, kun pushed you away with an honestly cute angry face. kun then bit you and then you bit him and you ended up eating the top half of his head to his eyes and he ate one of your titties and a bit of your shoulder.

both of you had to go into hiding until you were able to go back into society, kun was blind and you were lopsided. you felt bad that he always had to grip the walls to find his way around the house, always having to touch your missing tittie to make sure it was you.

so you decided to push that whole “I'll love you for all of you even the missing parts” standard away and started venturing out everyday throughout the coco woods and choco lakes, you came back with tubs of the cocoa confection just so you could perfectly sculpt your lover's face back.

taglist: @teasteeper @haechansbbg

[cyberpersonstranger]

𝑵𝑬𝑰𝑻𝑶 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑶𝑴𝑨

𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺 !🌟! 𝑮.𝑵 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑪/𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑳. 𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑪. 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾.

𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑩𝒀 𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 (couldn't find the specific thing :( )

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂/𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋↴

Neito is by far 100% a Grandma's boy. He has one of those Grandma's who is super sweet and lets him get away with EVERYTHING since he's her first and/or only grandbaby. He spends a lot of time with her outside of school so if you ever wanna hangout with him expect a 50/50 chance of him saying " I'm with my grandma, who's way better then you." His grandma most likely taught him piano when he was younger, he just looks like a pianist. (I'm saying this as a pianist lmao) If you ever ask to meet her it's an automatic no, his grandma's for him only (don't take this in a weird way, he just doesn't like sharing attention) You're honestly surprised how the poor woman puts up with his ass.

"No I'm going to my grandma's, she's way cooler than you anyways."

If you somehow get close to him to the point where he'll ask you to hangout just know he has MAJOR gossip sessions. Total tea spiller. He'll invite you to his dorm one evening just to tell you all about Kuroiro's crush on Komori and how he for sure knows Komori's gonna reject him. As of Class 1-A (assuming you're not in it because no way in hell this boy would go out of his way to be nice to a 1-A student) he doesn't gossip, he shit talks and expects you to agree... But usually you just let him ramble. It's obvious to you that Neito envies them due to the attention they receive, even when he claims he doesn't.

"Pff what would I be jealous of? 2 people in my class failing their provisional licensing exam? Or an angry blasty boy who only cares about himself?"

If you're in 1-B he's actually kinda decent in class. A loud mouth all the way but he's real smart. Sometimes after class if you have gotten a problem wrong he'll definitely tease you and brag about being smarter. He's just the kind of guy to do that, y'know? If you have better grades then him he'll probably get super jealous of you, and maybe even try to start an academic rivalry.

"HA! I KNEW I WAS BETTER- oh you have a 98 in AP English." (He has a 95)

Meanwhile, if you're in the support course and he deems you as a friend he'll suddenly be in the workshop 24/7! He just loves adjusting his costume especially if you're the one to do it. He'll follow you around the workshop and just ramble on about gossip, or his day. Considering you probably won't push him away you just listen as you adjust some of his gadgets. (I NEED A REQ ASKING FOR THIS 🙏)

"No no no! It's not the right shade, I'm thinking maybe a little bit darker..?"

Pays for everything. I know I've said this about multiple characters (I have a habit of reading my works once then never again so I'm not sure which but I've definitely said this before.) but he just can't help it! He has money, a rich boy for sure hence his usual cockiness. But if you two are close suddenly you don't have to pay for any lunches you two go out on or if you two simply go to a corner store or something. He'll definitely bribe you with it though.

"Remember that time I spent a bunch of yen at lunch? Now can you come over and let me tell you about the new class A scandal?"

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂↴

Remember how I said he looks like a pianist? He's 100% a show off when it comes to piano. If you two are out and about and he sees a piano prepare yourself to hear all 3 movements of Moonlight Sonata. He probably isn't the romantic type of guy to write you a song, but he loves playing FOR you.

"There's this song I wanna play, wanna listen to me play it? I need your input."

Compliments boost his ego so much it's not even funny. Compliment his quirk, or his hero name, or just anything and he gets so cocky. He'll even compare himself to some Class 1-A people. It means a lot when you praise him and it'll never leave his mind. He also usually doesn't thank you, just agrees.

"I know right, Phantom Thief is so brilliant compared to Lord Explosion Murder or whatever-"

Neito is an attention whore, especially when it comes to you. He loves to soak up attention and never wants you to spend it on anyone else. It's like you're a spotlight shining on him. You two are almost always together anyways. One is never seen without the other and it's actually somewhat sweet for someone like Neito. Such a quality time guy.

"Wanna play Dress To Impress? I'll buy you VIP."

Not too big for physical affection, he doesn't take me as the type of guy to like being touched. Most of the time he's sore from training anyways. Your presence is enough for him to be satisfied. HOWEVER, if physical touch is your main love language he doesn't mind holding hands or cuddles here and there.

"My muscles are sore and they hurt, no I don't wanna cuddle right now."

Has definitely taken you on shopping sprees. He likes to show you off and enjoys spoiling you. I can definitely picture him placing a Vivienne Westwood necklace along your neck. (Sorry Vivienne Westwood is my favorite brand.) Maybe it's because he was spoiled as a kid or something else, he just enjoys buying you stuff.

"You can get that too, I don't mind, whatever you want love."

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 ↴

𝐓𝐖𝐬: nsfw obviously, CHARACTER AGED UP. mutual masturbation, tiny bit female based (sorry for my boy kissers out there) belly bulge, oral!m receiving

As mentioned Neito isn't a big guy when it comes to touch, so mutual masturbation is perfect. Laying next to him as you get yourself off and he himself is stroking his own lengthy heat is just perfect. You can analyze the watering in his eyes and how he whimpers when he gets close to his release. However, he never really looks you in the eyes. He won't admit it but for some reason it makes him nervous.

"Quit.. egh!... Looking at me.."

When he is actually inside you he likes to see a belly bulge. It reminds him that he is inside of you. YOU. When he sees it he gets this stupid smirk on his face, then he pressed down on it, feeling himself in you. 100% ego boost from this.

"Hehe... That's.. me"

Neito hates giving oral, not only does he think he's bad at it but he just doesn't think he needs too. On the other hand, GIVE HIM ORAL. ORAL. ORAL. SUCK ON IT, SPIT ON IT, KISS IT. USE. YOUR. MOUTH. He loves getting his dick sucked, and honestly the first time you ever hear him moan will most likely be because of oral.

"Y-Yes. Y-Yes.. oh god.. please."

A/N: Low-key rushed the shit out of this, and writers block is a pain in my ass, hope you guys enjoy though

[bottledkriegmen]

ZERO DAY HEADCANONS!! >O<

xoxo @calcyum helped me write some of these go look at his art its so yummy!! literally the loml MWAH

☆ Cal tells white little harmless lies like, all the time. He doesn't mean to, it just happens

⋆ Example, he says he doesn't like ice cream but he can and will absolutely destroy an entire tub of chocolate icecream in a heartbeat

☆ Andre burned the shirt he got called a faggot in the bonfire before Zero Day.

☆ Cal's half Russian, his bio dad lives in the European half of Russia.

☆ They both call Mel, "Mel Bell" or "Melanie Bellanie"

☆ Andre played softball when he was little.

⋆ He quit because he got hit really hard in the head by a bat.

☆ Cal's a total metalhead. He has a ton of diff band tee's, but he's never gone to a concert.

☆ Andre has especially sharp canines!! (Feeding into Dogdre propaganda/j)

☆ Cal is a chronic doodler. If he and Andre are sitting next to eachother and Cal has a pen or sharpie in his grasp, Andres getting a whole SLEEVE of silly little doodles all over his arm.

⋆ he's also a stick n poke master, he's got little tatoos littering his ankles.

☆ Andre is a left handed shooter, right handed writer..... Cal is the opposite.

☆ Andre is a polyglot!! He forgets words in English and has to try to convey what he's trying to say to Cal in literally any other language he can think of. (Never works.)

⋆ This makes him so unbelievably mad.

☆ Cal watched Duckman growing up.

⋆ He introduced it to his siblings and they used to all watch it together!! TRUST!!

☆ Andre watched M*A*S*H growing up...

☆ Cal knows how to play a few diff instruments, other than a guitar and sitar.

⋆ Violin, piano, trumpet, all that good stuff.

☆ There's definitely a few holes in the basement walls of Andre’s house. He'll swear it wasn't him. (It was.)

☆ Cal is very awkward with love in general. He'd be an... okay boyfriend, but he would NOT pay enough attention to his partner because he'd be too busy hanging out with Andre.

☆ Andre 100% grew up on older fashioned values with new fashioned eyes iykwim. He'd treat his partner with the utmost respect, but he'd also have the same problem as Cal. He wouldn't pay much attention to them.

☆ (A personal fave) Cal and Andre have matching dog tags!

⋆ Before their final scene in Zero Day, Cal and Andre decided to switch dog tags with eachother. (fags..)

☆ Andre got a little teddy bear as a birthday present when he was itty bitty, and kept it. He's wayy to embarrassed to show anybody.

⋆ Cal found it one day and Andre nearly lost his shit.

☆ Cal often meows or hums in response when talking to Rachel or Andre when he doesn't feel like actually speaking.

☆ Stealing this from another post (I can't find creds rn i am SO sorry), Cal's siblings absolutely love Andre. He's like their other older brother.

⋆ Andre loves them just the same, he's such a good big brother. :(

☆ Cal's sister paints both Cal's and Andre’s nails, and makes them attend her tea parties with her stuffed animals.

☆ Mel follows Andre around the house wherever he goes. There's literally not a second when she's not behind him.

⋆ She gets jealous of Cal whenever he's too close to Andre.

☆ Andre and Cal share a bed everytime they spend the night with eachother.

⋆ They totally spoon but like hell they'd ever admit that.

these were so fun to write guys ty again ml MWAUGHH

[just-some-user-hunny]

Pino kisses headcanons...

~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~

~ Kisses are a foreign concept to Pino. Despite his fascination with your lips whenever you talk or when you pout, he doesn't quite know where to place these feelings. These urges flicker warmly within his chest as his eyes wander to your lips, you'll never quite notice because his gaze will flicker back to your eyes quickly before you catch on. (Or so he thinks)

~ He probably sees something akin to an illustration in a book, or a chapter describing a kiss and he's suddenly just 'oh'.

~ The thought of placing his lips against your own, rather than against your hand like usual has him a little flustered, yet yearning.

~ Your first one happens when he joins you at the grand piano. You're sitting there solemnly, and admittedly a little bored. Playing with the piano keys as Pino seats himself beside you on the seat, and he's greeted by your welcoming smile.

You'll lean your head against his shoulder as his hands join besides yours on the keys, the cold steel fingers of his legion arm brushing against your pinkie finger and it makes you smile warmly and snuggle further into his side. Pino's expression softens, his head tilting a little to look at you.

Just softly talking and pondering, lost in the moment, before looking up and  met with pino's face very close to yours. With your head rested on his shoulder, all you can do is fall silent and gaze into his eyes, admiring how doe and blue they are.

His fingers gently edge across your chin, wandering very slowly up your lips where he thumbs at the corner of your lips. Your heart is thundering inside your chest and your limbs feel like jelly, and pino's gaze watches carefully and inquisitively upon your expression. Your faces are so close and he's cupping your face now, and his eyes have this look as if he's saying 'is this alright?'

"What are you doing?" You ask, voice small and barely above a whisper. Pino's expression is unreadable, but the way his gaze flickers from your eyes to your lips, and how he tilts his head down till his forehead presses to yours- and suddenly you've forgotten to breathe. Your cheek is hot against his palm, he can feel the heat press against him.

~ The kiss would be so so soft and light, like his lips would just ever so lightly brush against yours and his eyes would flutter closed and lean in closer after bated breath. With his legion hand cradling your cheek, the chill of it seeping into your hot skin and his lips brushing against yours, the whole experience would be so dizzying but sweet. He's so Incredibly careful with you, his actions a little unsure but eager, and he pulls away a little just in case you wanted it to stop. Imagine his surprise when you purposely lean into him again and interlock your lips, his fingertips grazing your cheekbone and your own hands resting on his shoulders.

Resting your foreheads together afterwards and pino just smooths his hand down your hair in soft repetitive motions, his eyes a little dazed and twinkly.

Now that he knows what a kiss feels like, he's addicted to them. It made him feel alive... you make him feel alive.

Just before he parts the hotel to go on a mission in Krat? He's cradling your cheek to peck a soft kiss to your lips, it lingering a little longer just in case he never gets to see you again. He is a strong, and very capable, but he does this so much as a precaution.

The moment is shared between the two of you- his nose brushing against your cheek, not quite ready to let go quite yet. Your breath is warm against his face, and he yearns to confide in it just a little more before he has to part with you.

He also does it as a nighttime routine. Once you're comfortable in bed and he can join you, he'll give you a few soft pecks before cuddling Into you below the warm blankets. (With his longer hair it drapes over your cheeks and nose a little as he hovers above you, and it always tickles )

Morning kisses are an absolute for him as well. The moment your eyes flutter open, he's happy. The hours you sleep are hours of him deprived of your voice and smile and laugh, so he'll settle with your calm expressions and heartbeat, but he likes you awake consideribly more. He'll gaze at you as you card your fingers through his hair, still half asleep, before pressing a few welcoming kisses to your face, and eagerly lean into your lips when you laugh and kiss him back. He is just so sweet :( <3

[madlittlecriminal]

Saw requests for Rudy open and I'd like to req. an NSFW alphabet. Thanks

NSFW Alphabet ⤍ Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

Warnings: mentions of the following: praise kink, breeding kink, bondage, dom/sub dynamic (switch), roleplay kink, cock ring

my god, do y'all think Bayardo knows how much we love Rudy? 🫠

nah, i just saw him play piano on his instagram story. AND THEN THE TATTOOS?! yeah, i was melted butter

this is also my first ever nsfw alphabet

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

He loves taking care of you afterwards. He'll wipe you and himself clean before prepping a bath for the both of you before holding you close to him and telling you how good you were. After the bath, depending on the time of day, he'd cuddle you and trace shapes on your back until you fall asleep or prep a decent snack for you to keep you energized for the rest of the day.

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

Rudy's favorite for him would probably be his hands. He does pretty much everything with them, but he loves that he could touch you and make you feel good with them in and out of the bed. He loves it when he caresses your cheek, and you lean into his touch with a smile. His favorite body part for you would have to be your thighs. No matter how thin or thick they were, he loved tracing his fingers along them in and out of bed.

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

He loves cumming inside you, but when you look up at him after swallowing his cum, he groans as he wipes the access off the side of your mouth from what couldn't fit.

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

He goes absolutely feral when you pull on his dog tags. While you knew he liked it, you had no idea how it made him because on the outside, he'd be calm and only kiss you. On the inside? He was constantly telling himself to relax because he wanted to cum right then and there while being deep inside you.

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

He knows what he's doing when it comes to sex, but he's also an experimentalist. He'd be down to try anything new with you.

F: Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Rudy loves missionary and cowgirl. Not only because you joking told him "well, riding a cowboy does save horses..." but also because he loved looking at your face and how seeing how beautiful it looked as he pleased you.

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

I feel like he's a mix of both; while he could be serious, he definitely didn't mind some dumb things to make you laugh. There was one time he made you laugh while sliding into you, it quickly turned into a moan when he bottomed out.

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

Yes, they match, but he'd keep it trimmed or shaven, but not to the point where he was completely bare.

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

He's so gentle. He'll ask you if you're okay and would praise you so much. He'd kiss you, his dirty talk would be so gentle and he'd switch from both English and Spanish. Even if you knew Spanish, something about his Spanish drove you insane, especially with how gentle he'd be with his words.

J: Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He'd only do it if he was away from you or if you just weren't in the mood. He would never pressure you which is what you loved about him. He'd quickly leave and hop in the shower before jerking off.

K: Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Again, he's an experimentalist, but he loves the dom/sub dynamic. He's a switch, so he has no problem switching for you if that's what you're into. However, he also loves bondage, and he has a breeding kink. If you weren't into that, he'd wear a condom without an issue or he'd pull out and cum either on your stomach or on the bedsheets but made sure it wasn't near your entrance. He was also into roleplay.

L: Location (favorite places to do the do)

Rudy is a simple man, so his favorite would be either the bedroom or the shower.

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

Literally you. Just looking at you turns him on. He thinks you're perfect. Other than that, he loved the make out sessions you'd both have. The slow and sensual kisses you both would be giving and the sounds the came with it was enough to drive him insane.

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

I feel like he just wouldn't be into anything you weren't. He wanted you to be comfortable and if you didn't like certain things, he just knew he wouldn't like it either.

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

He's a giver. Yes, he loves being on the receiving end, but something about getting you off made him feel fantastic. Just hearing you moan and whimper, feeling you grip his curls, the way your thighs would squeeze around his head or even how your legs would spread farther apart. Whichever way you'd react to it, he wouldn't care. As long as he could get you to orgasm over and over again, he didn't care.

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

He'd be slow and sensual for sure, but if there were ever moment where you both wanted more or if the roleplay you were doing caused him to be a little rough, he would. He had no problem going rough when you wanted it, but he wasn't always a rough sex kind of guy.

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

They don't happen often because he would much rather take his time and making you feel good, but if it ever came down to it, it would usually be if it was going to happen, it would probably be when you both were in the mood in the morning and he had gotten a call for a last-minute mission or if you were both feeling risky.

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

He takes risks. Kind of like above, he'd go for quickies in the bathroom of one of his family member's houses if you were both in the mood. He doesn't mind experimenting, especially with edging. Seeing you practically begging him to keep going as you whimper does something to him that he can't explain.

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

He can pretty much go round after round, but he lets you both take a small break before continuing. Unless you tell him to stop, he can pretty much on for hours, especially if he was pussy drunk.

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

If you owned toys, he'd use them on you. If you didn't own any but made a comment saying you wanted to use them, he'd take you shopping to get some. Hell, he might get himself a cock ring.

U: Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves teasing you. He'd usually whisper sweet nothings or run his fingers down up and down your thigh. Sometimes he'd even let you sit on his lap, and he'd kiss your neck.

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

He's not loud, but he'll definitely moan in your ear and groan as well. If you told him that his noises made you more excited, he'd make sure to be honest with you, so if he'd ever feel a moan or groan crawling up his throat, he'd do it loud enough for you to hear.

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

Rudy loves outercourse. If he could just hold you while kissing you or if it's a dry humping session, he'd enjoy every second of it. However, he did love the moments where you both would just cuddle and be in each other's arms.

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

He's well-built and has veins on his arms and hands. He'd probably have stretch marks on his biceps too from working them out. His cock though...he's definitely thick and veiny. He's slightly bigger than average, but he's not one to boast about it...unless he's balls deep in you.

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

His sex drive isn't insanely high, but it's not extremely low either. Even if he does get turned on by looking at you, it doesn't always mean he wants sex.

Z: Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He'll usually wait until you fall asleep before falling asleep.