#he's so- also the habit he has of unconsciously smiling while he's speaking to the camera?

[cosmicdreamgrl]

𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘫𝘬 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴: (135/?)

[itaipava]

— f1 boys as your boyfriends.

˒ ⌕ LANDO NORRIS:

he’s the fun and cheerful kind of boyfriend. the kind that spams you with his silly internet discoveries, like an interesting article or a tiktok video or random vlogs. the kind of boyfriend who calls you ‘beautiful’ all the time, even when you’re not looking or feeling good. the kind of boyfriend who gets over fights easily - the kind of boyfriend who makes it hard to be mad at him because he’s so genuine and generous. the kind of boyfriend who praises you constantly and has a genuine admiration for you. the kind of boyfriend who makes you feel heard and understood. the kind of who suddenly drags you into a store to buy cheap plastic ‘promise rings’ and then asks you as a joke; when the two of you stop having a good laugh, he says with a soft, content smile, “you know... i’m really going to do this one day.”

˒ ⌕ DANIEL RICCIARDO:

is the kind of boyfriend that lifts your mood and makes you feel lighter just being around him. he’s very open with his physical affections and words - probably the one who says ‘i love you’ first and he does it at the most random moment and with the purest beam of light on his face that makes your heart melt.  the kind of boyfriend who shows you off to friends;  you often hear “daniel don’t shut up about you, please help me” or “he’s so in love with you, it’s disgusting”. the type who calls you out of the blue and drags you off on unplanned dates - he’s sometimes the reason you end up neglecting your work, but he makes it up by helping you get through later.

˒ ⌕ CARLOS SAINZ:

is the kind of boyfriend who still looks at you with the same passionate gaze, no matter how long you’ve been together. the kind of boyfriend who picks you up wherever you are because he doesn’t want you to be alone, especially late at night. he is more of a listener in the relationship, but he also speaks his mind and values honesty. the kind of boyfriend who suddenly blurts out ‘you’re so beautiful’ while watching you laugh with your friends; even when others stop and turn to him, it doesn’t bother him, because it’s just the truth. the kind of boyfriend who kisses you a lot on the forehead and temple. the type of boyfriend who makes you feel safe, welcomed and protected just by being around him.

˒ ⌕ CHARLES LECLERC:

he’s the kind of boyfriend who pays attention at you even when you’re not looking at him, and unconsciously knows all the little habits you have. the kind of boyfriend who not only knows your little quirks on the surface but also understands you so deeply that you sometimes think he can read your mind. the kind of boyfriend who likes to sit beside you in silence while you do your own thing. the kind of boyfriend who tells you to go to bed early but also calls you and you end up staying up late because the conversation flows so naturally when you talk to him. the kind of boyfriend who loves watching you sleep while gently stroking your cheek with his thumb; your peaceful and lovely sleeping face makes him feel calm, as if he is right where he should be.

˒ ⌕ LEWIS HAMILTON:

he’s the very cuddly, relaxed and comfortable type of boyfriend to be with. he sends sweet little messages during the day to see how you are doing. he is also very tolerant and open-minded. the type who always seems to know what you’re feeling - he’s good at noticing small changes in your voice, expressions, habits or mannerisms, so “i’m fine” lies don’t really work with him. he’s so affectionate, always making sure you’re healthy and eating well. the kind that thinks a lot about the future together. the kind who marathons your favorite movies with you. the kind that brings you chocolate, snacks you like and other necessities when you have your period - comforts you and makes you smile when you have mood swings. the type of boyfriend who looks at you with so much love and affection that makes your friends fall in love with your relationship. the type of boyfriend who supports you in everything, but also gives you advice and helps you overcome your problems and difficulties. the type of boyfriend who makes his love for you obvious in everything he does for you.

˒ ⌕ OSCAR PIASTRI

the “best friend” type of boyfriend. he can be a little shy and awkward about showing his affection, especially at first, but there’s also this feeling of comfort around him. the kind of boyfriend who treats you like he’s known you forever, but still blushes and gets nervous whenever you praise him or kiss him randomly. more like a listener, but he’s so considerate when he talks; the kind that asks questions you never thought of or that no one asked before. the kind who have a verbal habit of saying “we” instead of “i” because subconsciously include you in most of his future plans - no matter how big or small. the kind that gives you so many kisses on the forehead. and whenever he hugs you, you can feel all his love for you, you can feel at home.

˒ ⌕ MAX VERSTAPPEN:

he’s the kind of boyfriend who likes to take you everywhere he goes: his favorite park, favorite restaurant, favorite cafe, favorite record store. the kind that remembers almost everything you like and don’t like, which makes him amazing when it comes to buying gifts, among other things. the kind of boyfriend who remembers your hours or when you’re free and calls you at those times because he wants to hear your voice. if you don’t, he likes to leave voice messages. honestly very sincere. he’s the kind of boyfriend who lets you use him as his personal pillow all the time; no matter where you are, if he sees you dozing, he won’t think twice before letting your head rest on his lap or shoulder. the kind of boyfriend who lovingly calls you an ‘idiot’, but you know, his idiot.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

katsuki likes to bite you. it’s his weird way of showing you affection. whenever he feels like annoying you (because he can’t live for more than ten seconds if he’s not being a nuisance) but he also wants to you to know he cares, he’ll find whatever part of your skin is exposed and just—bite.

you don’t remember when he started doing it but you’ve never stopped him so he hasn’t stopped. he bites your exposed shoulder when hes walking by and your lounging in the living area of the dorms, he grabs your hand and bites at your fingers when you’re alone and he bites at your cheeks and nose when you get mad at him for ‘being mean’ and teasing you. to which he always replies with “you love it.”

“why do you do that ?” you asked randomly after he bit your cheek again while you were watching a movie in his room. he looks down at you and his brows furrow in confusion “ do what ?” he asks.

“ bite me,” you play with the ends of his hair a little, it’s been getting longer and he’ll complain about it soon(the only reason he hasn’t cut it yet is because you said it looked good on him) “ why do you that ?” he goes quiet for a moment, gauging to see if you were upset, was it suddenly bothering you ?

he frowns. lips already unconsciously forming into a pout when he speaks “ ya don’t like it when i do ?” he tries to sound self assured, but his question comes out whiny. you smile lightly at him, nosing at the underside of his jaw. “it’s not that, dummy. just wonder why you do it.”

his nose scrunches at the nickname but he pays it no further mind. he huffs out a little breath and looks away from you towards the tv screen, a pink tint grows on his cheeks. having to tell you why he does it suddenly makes him embarrassed.

“jus’ feel like it. f’ya don’t mind when i do it why’re you questioning me about it.” you feel his hand heat up from where he has it pressed against your stomach under your shirt, no doubt getting more and more embarrassed having to explain why he has this weird little habit.

you shrug, sighing and nuzzling into him a little more. you press a light peck to his neck and his hand heating up even more makes you smile “i don’t mind it, just never had anyone bite me before.”

“good” he huffs, suddenly pressing you closer to his side. a sudden rush of protectiveness washing over him “get used to it. m’the only one who’s gonna be doing that from now on, got that ?”

“alright” you giggle. you suddenly get an idea and you look up at him. “you wouldn’t mind it if i bit you, then ?” a teasing smirk appears on your face when he almost cracks his neck when looking down at you, wide eyed and cheeks absolutely set ablaze. he sputters and looks away, unable to keep eye contact as he looks to the screen again.

“knock yourself out.” he tries to sound indifferent but his voice cracks a little at the end of his sentence and he cranes his neck to the side a bit to give you more access. you don’t mention either. instead you lean closer to him and nip at his neck lightly. his hold on you tightens for a moment before loosening up slightly and he suddenly won’t look at you anymore. not even when you laugh and poke at his cheek, asking him what’s got him so red in the face. his eyebrows are furrowed and his eyes are so laser focused on the tv you fear he might burn a hole through it. he offers you nothing more than a harsh glare and a muttered out “shush.”

[mecachrome]

Hi k! If you feel like it, do you have any favourite Oscar facial quirks?

omgggg anon this is only my favorite topic ever!!! (kidding but also not really 🧡)

i'm a lot like oscar tbh in that i have something of a deadpan stare and usually speak in a monotone but when i DO properly react to something i am veryyy uncontrollably expressive lolol, which i feel like is the same with him and the one million things constantly going on in his face!!! 😭 he definitely has a lot of little quirks / "tics" i guess for lack of better word that i adore so much...

^ first off one of the best ones is the way he always moves his mouth to the side (see also), but i'd say my favorite overall is just his full nose + face scrunch ! as shown in MMMM DEBATABLE and the blind rankings one that i drew earlier t__t and also the 1st gif of this gifset!!! i'm guilty of constantly bunnycoding ojp and that expression is trewwlyyy on top... as well as another quirk that's quite bunnycoded which is whenever he sort of awkwardly grimaces and shows off his teeth idk if you know what i'm talking about 😭

of course another fav has to be his eyebrow raising and just overall eyebrow Mobility, it's so fun because they're very straight and slope downward when his face is resting but they ARCH perfectly when he raises them and he can also do the like ���� seth everman look which is iconic 2 me. tbh i like how much he enjoys Squinting at things in general LOL

i've also spoken about how the buzzfeed uk video has such a wealth of oscar facial expressions and imo part of this is the informal and relaxed setting on top of the fact that he was being forced to overthink and react to an inherently silly concept so we get the ultimate combo of CASUALLY EXPRESSIVE OSCAR!!! prema challenges have a similar vibe but imo this is still different because it's fairly removed from a motorsport setting so he's kind of just vibing... another v endearing quirk from this video is his eye twitching / blinking that you can see in a LOT of oscar content, i feel like it's a once you notice you never stop noticing it thing because he does it all the time and i find it really cute because it kind of makes him squinch his cheek too... miss cutieful....... SIMILARLY but also from the buzzfeed video this is one of my favorite examples of how much he (involuntarily imo) WIDENS his eyes (2) when talking or listening to something, here's another moment of him doing it back in f4 so you can see it's a long-ingrained habit.

sorry i'm literally giving you the most random ass deep cuts alkdfshaldsfh but i also remember watching ted's race notebook from miami and noticing oscar talking to a few mclaren employees during the team photo and something i find so endearing about him is when people call his name / try to get his attention and he does the >whips head around and widens his eyes with a polite little smile< thing like AGHHH... qt TT___TT ok i'm going off-topic now but the surprised smile he gave lando during the miami post-race debrief will haunt my memories forever because it was so Open !!!

anyway re: the grimacing he also kind of has a neck tic he does where he stretches his neck out... and i've noticed that he's also just kind of sensitive/particular with his neck in general and is always adjusting his collar where it sits on his skin, which again is off-topic but i find really cute because i can relate (sensitive to textures) hsdafhk.

let me stop talking but last but not least i'm obsessedddd with the way he pouts in the post-quali vid from canada this yr <3 and also his tendency to lick/bite his lips which always does great legwork in terms of the heart eyes piastri narrative and his apparent thirst for lando HKLFDSHLH which while i endorse wholeheartedly is definitely mostly just an unconscious habit of his... but i think rpf is fun so who cares!!! LOL i hope this makes sense idk if i described anything properly 😭🧡

[komiloves]

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆˚ VBS BOYS DATING HCS

Note from Lilin: I'm sorry if some of these are ooc, I'll try my best to write in character <3

Akito is.. To say the least, not very forward with his words nor love. When he's crushing on you, he'll deny it, a lot. He doesn't understand why his heart is beating so much when you're around him, and he hates how he doesn't understand why.

Akito didn't even realize that he likes you, until Ena confronts him with it. ⊹₊ ⋆ DATING ⊹₊ ⋆

Dating Akito means seeing him getting relentlessly teased by if not Ena then An

Average conversation you spectate between him and them are just: "Hey [name], I uh.. Just want to say.. I love you-" "Aw awwww!" "WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU COME FROM."

As if he isn't unlucky enough to stumble either An or Ena when you two are together, Mizuki enters the chat and they would 'gang' up on him with An.

Enough with Akito getting 'bullied', Akito is very much NOT the PDA type of guy.

Dating Akito also means taking things slowly. Be patient with him, it might take time for him to be able to open up and be less shyer with you.

Pay attention to how he holds your hand in crowds so you two don't get separated, the little gifts he snuck into your desk, how he always scold you on your bad habits, while it may seem like he's frustrated or fed up, he really cares.

Once you get the hang of noticing how he shows love through his subtle ways, it's where dating Akito is at the peak.

This man is hardcore tsundere. Point out how his face is red when you sneak little kisses on his cheek? He'll deny it. Ask whether the one putting a chocolate box in your desk was him? He'll deny it. Spoon him? He'll grumble about it then proceeds to fall asleep the next second. Despite how much he's in denial, it also makes him much more cuter every time he denies something.

Akito HATES half assing things, this is another point on taking things slowly and patiently with your relationship and him.

EXTRA(s): Akito invites you on his live shows and whenever he sees you standing in the crowd giving him that smile he always melts over, you can immediately see how much more passionate he looks like while singing.

Note from Lilin [ TOYA ]: I again apologize if any of my hcs are ooc, I will try my best to write in character <3.

Toya on the other hand, is really, REALLY, oblivious about his feelings. He doesn't get it either. Why are his eyes always fixated on your figure? Why does he feel so relaxed hearing your voice whenever you speak?

Toya always unconsciously ramble about you to Akito. Akito, takes the hint soon or later. "Oooh~ I see how it is.." with that signature mischievous smirk of his.

In short, Toya figured his crush on you out through Akito confronting him about it.

Whenever you and Toya talks together when it's break time at school, that smirk of Akito would always creep up his face, he would even sometimes let out a teasing whistle, leading up to Toya sending him a small scowl. 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 DATING 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

Similar to Akito, Toya isn't really forward with his love for you.

He would always compliment you on how you look today and always has his eyes on your figure.

One of the most notable thing in your relationship is how funny his dynamic is with Akito now that you two are dating. Akito would sometimes tease you and Toya would just send him a faint glare, following up with a "Akito." (I can't find a darker blue for Toya so I'll just differentiate An and him by putting bold on Toya's)

Quality times are always the best with Toya. While he would rather not touch the piano again, he would still play your favorite song in the piano while you lay on his shoulder. Or you can take the risk and try cooking together with him. (He nearly sets the kitchen on fire but it's okay because it's Toya).

Toya's hands are mostly cold. He always loves the feeling of your warm hand interlocked with his whenever you two walk together.

Plant a kiss on his beauty mark, and you'll get a guaranteed embarrassed Toya in your arms.

Toya often leaves expensive gifts on your desk, which leads to you feeling guilty for him spending so much money on you. He noticed you trying to return the amount of gifts he had left for you to him. Whenever he sees them, he chuckles to himself, finding your little gesture adorable.

Like Akito, Toya would always invite you to his live shows. After shows, you'd find yourself with a tired Toya, asleep on your shoulder <3.

EXTRA(s): Whenever Toya had an argument with his dad, you and Akito made a plan together to beat Harumichi up and that's the only time he gets along with you without teasing (Toya had to held you two back) /j

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Touch and Go: A Detective's Romance

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI 

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Detective!Female!Reader 

Fandom: Night Hunter 

Word Count: 3.3K 

Summary: What happens when a touch-starved detective who isn’t well-versed in human interaction meets their match?  

Warnings: touch starvation, awkward conversation, unprotected p-in-v sex, creampie, crying during sex 

A/N: It’s apparently winter in this story, damn Minnesota weather. Honestly, I was watching the movie while writing so it ended up being snowy. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.  

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics 

Support/Reblog banner by me 

Cover Art by me 

My Masterlist 

It’s not like you never noticed your fellow officer. Of course, your attention has been pulled to Detective Walter Marshall once or twice, or several times throughout your time working together. Damn, ok the man was a presence. His very existence should have a warning label on it. 

Not that he’s a bad person. Far from it, in fact. You thought the world of him. Not that you’d admit it, but you found his grumpiness endearing. His monosyllabic responses to questions made it a bit hard to get to know him. You weren’t exactly an open book yourself. But you forced yourself to try and get to know him. 

You didn’t make it a habit to get to know people very often. You had trust issues, and rightfully so after what your ex-partner left you with. A broken heart and a fractured view of your self-worth. You hadn’t even let anyone touch you in so long. A handshake here or there, maybe a pat on the shoulder but nothing more. 

And now here you were, a touch-starved mess who had grown to be a bit more than interested in another detective. You wanted to make him smile and that was a foreign feeling to you. So, you started with an olive branch. 

Asking if he wanted a coffee on your way to the break room. After the fifth time, he relents, requesting a cup of black coffee with three sugars. While you’re there, you pick up a granola bar from the cabinet. Handing him the paper cup of coffee, you also pull the treat from your back pocket and toss it on his desk. 

He tilts his head like a giant puppy at the snack. 

“Humor me and eat something. I’m curious if you’re eating enough if I’m being honest.” You bite your bottom lip unconsciously, and the beginnings of a smile appear on his face as he rips open the bar and takes a bite. 

Chewing slowly and staring at you, he seems to look right through to your soul. You look down at your feet to break eye contact and he clears his throat, getting your attention back.  

“You know, I actually love food. I love to cook almost every night.” As the words come out of his mouth, it’s like they’re fighting their way out. As if each syllable is a punch to the gut. 

“I love food, too. But I hate cooking,” You suddenly had a very dry throat, so you sip a bit of coffee before speaking again, “I’m not inviting myself over or anything, but if you’d be up for it sometime...I, uh...yeah.” You look everywhere but him as you trail off. 

“Yeah, that’d be nice. I normally eat alone. Be nice to have someone...there...to eat with.” It’s like speaking makes him physically nauseous, the way his jaw tenses like that. 

“Well, I’m free most nights, so...just let me know.” You move to turn and leave his office, but he stops you with an offering. 

“You wouldn’t happen to be free tonight?” He’s even surprised by his question but plays it off by folding his hands on his desk and maintaining eye contact. 

“Yes. I’m free.” You know you sound desperate but at this point, this is the most contact you’ve had with the man since you’ve been here so who cares? Well, you do, but you can worry about that later. 

“Good. Yeah. So, uh, I guess come and grab me when you’re ready to go. You can follow me to my place. Sound good?”  

“Yeah, that sounds great. Um, I’m gonna leave so I don’t say something embarrassing. I didn’t mean to say that out loud. I just—” 

Walter cuts you off, saving you from yourself. “Don’t do this a lot?” 

“No, I don’t. Been a long time and I don’t want to fuck this up, ya know? Not that playing it cool was ever my style. Why start now, right?” You surprise Walter by laughing at your self-deprecating joke and he follows suit. 

The little duck of his head doesn’t stop you from seeing the way his eyes crinkle at the corners. When he picks his head up again, a broad smile is painted on that normally glum face. If you had 1% less control over your face, you would have drooled. 

This man should smile more. 

And you know you hate being told to put on a smile but fuck, his face was made for it. You realize you’re still looking at him and a faint rose-tinted blush dusts across his cheeks and the tips of his ears. 

You should not be allowed to be that adorable. 

“What?” Walter’s question brings you back to where you just said that sentence out loud. 

“I think I just called you adorable. So, I’m gonna see myself out and try not to throw myself into traffic on the way to my desk. I’ll be back when I’ve calmed my brain down a bit.” You wave awkwardly and exit his office before you can notice the smile inching back over his features. 

You spend the next two and a half hours hoping you didn’t make a complete ass out of yourself in front of the only man you’ve talked to in the last few months that wasn’t a delivery driver or your boss. The only person who you’ve talked to for more than a few minutes about something other than work.  

When 5:30 p.m. comes around, you gather your things and drag your feet to Walter’s office. He’s already standing, putting away some files in his desk drawer, looking up when he hears your polite throat clearing. 

“How do you feel about Spaghetti Bolognese? I have a recipe from Jamie Oliver that I’ve been meaning to try out.” He says, putting on his parka and moving toward you where you stand in his doorway. 

“Um, pasta is life. Pasta with meat sauce? Even better.” You brighten at the mention of a familiar dish, your previous nerves all but forgotten. 

“Great. Shall I help you with your coat?” He hinted once he realized you weren’t moving toward the exit. 

“Uh, yeah. Thank you.” You set down your purse and handed over your fluffy overcoat.  

Walter holds it out for you as you back your arms into the sleeves. As it comes to rest on your shoulders comfortably, his hands smooth over the fabric that covers your forearms, your hands ending up in his for a moment. 

You freeze at the sudden contact but if Walter notices, he doesn't make a big deal out of it. He just squeezes your hand quickly and hands you your purse so you can walk out together. You are grateful to be among the stragglers leaving the office so that you don’t draw too much attention. 

Walter walks you to your car and has you put in his address to your GPS, ‘just in case you get lost’ he jests before heading to his truck. As you watch him walk away, one thought comes to your mind. 

Is this a date? 

You park behind Walter’s truck in his driveway, climb out of your car, and crunch through the snow behind him. In your clumsy state, your foot slips, and strong arms catch you so that you don’t completely bust your ass on the unforgiving ice below.  

This time when he touches your arms, you are beyond grateful to be able to pull yourself upright again. Once you’re stable, Walter keeps one of your hands in his until you make it to his front door. He lets you walk in first, turning on the light to the short hallway after you chuckle in the darkness. 

Walter takes your coat and hangs it up with his, your wet boots left by the door. Walking into the kitchen, he pulls out a bottle of red wine and two glasses. Opening the wine, he pours each glass and brings them out to where you are standing in the living room. Handing you a glass, he raises his own.  

“Shall we toast to something?” Walter smiles softly, expectantly waiting for you to suggest what to salute. 

“To...being pleasantly surprised that you still wanted to cook for me despite every awkward moment I’ve had since earlier today. You are a gentleman and a scholar and I'm gonna shut my mouth and drink this wine before I just...keep talking.” You cringe inwardly before looking back up at Walter. 

He is watching you with rapt fascination, a slow smile forming. “Let’s toast to practicing human interaction. I’d say we could both use some assistance in that area. We’ll help each other, deal?”  

“Deal.” You tap your glass to his and take a sip of the now-aerated wine. Your cheeks warm at the blackberry finish of the cabernet sauvignon.  

Maybe there is something to the whole liquid courage thing. 

Dinner turned out lovely. You were pleasantly surprised that Walter could cook. There were moments watching him cook where he didn’t have to measure things, or he added a little extra of this or that. He didn’t use a recipe while making the garlic toast like it’s a staple of his repertoire or something. 

Sitting on his couch with your feet tucked up under you, you look around the living room at the lack of family photos or little touches that scream Walter Marshall. Not that you would have any idea of what those little touches would be. It just doesn’t feel like a home. It feels like a house, just a house that someone lives in. 

When he comes back to the couch with freshly poured wine, you accept your glass with a smile, and he returns it.  

“It is a Friday night. We are enjoying our second bottle of wine. You made me a delicious dinner. And I still can’t figure out if this is a date, Walter.” You fiddled with the glass in your hand, looking into it as if the answer was inside the wine. 

Walter’s thumb and forefinger on your chin have you looking up at his face. “I’ve used almost every excuse to touch you tonight. I kept talking to you earlier when you thought you’d lost me. I feed off your awkwardness because you say what’s on your mind without a filter. I’m not exactly one to speak a lot but I enjoy talking to you. Because you make me feel like I’m not alone.” 

Unshed tears gather at the corner of your eyes. You swallow the lump in your throat, clearing it loudly before you speak. “Can you tell I’m touch-starved because you are too?” 

At his quiet nod, you take his wine glass and set both of your glasses on the coffee table. You lean forward, your elbows on your knees. He watches as you have a silent moment with yourself, going over different scenarios before you reach a consensus with yourself. You look back up to him and your face softens. 

Reaching out your hand, you intertwine your fingers in his curls. As he turns his head to push it further into your hand, his breathing picks up. He grabs your fingers as they migrate to his jawline.  

“I want...I need more than this. I'd like to say I could wait, but all I can think about is kissing you until you can barely breathe.” Walter forces the words out, his breathing in time with yours. Erratic. 

You climb into his lap, one hand still in his, the other hand fisting his wool jumper. “Then kiss me until I can barely breathe. Fuck breathing. I just need you.” 

No sooner are the words out of your mouth, than Walter’s lips are on yours. It’s like he was starving and the breath from your lungs was the only meal he’d had in weeks. You could feel his hunger as he licked the seam of your lips, letting him in was the only option.  

As your tongues fought for dominance, he took the lead in a way you couldn’t ignore. His arms wrapped around you, pulling your torso flush to his. You felt so small yet so special as he held you. So new yet so treasured as you broke the kiss and rested your forehead against his to calm your nerves and catch your breath. 

A moment passes between you where you both just breathe. Until you lean your head back, locking eyes with Walter again, and you nod. He understands your non-verbal request, picking you up and walking toward his bedroom. Kicking the door behind him, he lays you down in bed and gets to work undressing you. 

You lift your hips as he pulls your jeans and underwear down your legs. You remove your top and bra, and he watches as your body is exposed to him. He stands to make quick work of his jumper, and you salivate at the sight of his hardness through his boxers when his jeans are pushed down his legs. His hefty dick springs up against his abdomen as his boxers are removed. 

Your hands roam over his hairy chest as he climbs onto the bed. With a hand under each knee, he pushes your legs back as far as they will go. He admires the shiny wetness that your pussy leaks. Shifting closer, he pushes the head of his dick through your folds and groans. 

He looks up into your eyes and asks silently if he can continue. When you nod, he enters you and your body accepts him fully. Allowing you to get adjusted to his size, he wraps your legs around his waist and pulls out until just the tip remains inside you before he slams back into you. This time you both groan, you at the fullness, him at the tight squeeze. 

“Fuck, you feel amazing. But please, keep moving.” Your words are all he needed to begin an all-out assault on your cunt. 

If it had been a while for him, you’d be none the wiser with the stamina this man possessed. He held your legs open while he fucked into you. He allowed you to just take it as he did most of the work. You could hardly keep up with his thrusts as you melted beneath him. 

“You’re so fucking close, just let go for me. I can feel you squeezing my fucking cock. Be a good girl and come for me.” While he whispered in your ear, he ground his pelvis into you to stimulate your clit and G-spot at the same time. 

When your resolve finally breaks, you try and hide your face in Walter’s neck to no avail. He tangles a hand in your hair and pulls you back so he can watch your orgasm play out on your face. 

“Don’t hide from me when I’m making you come. I want to watch you fall apart under my hands. You are so fucking gorgeous when you come for me, girl.” He talks as you come down from your orgasm and the warmth that spreads over your body is palpable. 

“Thank you,” You blurt out before you can stop yourself. 

Walter all but runs with it. “Fuck yes, you fucking thank me for your orgasm. That’s my good girl.” He pulls out, turning you on your side and sliding in behind you. Entering you again, he reaches a hand around to play with your clit. Circling your nub, then flicking it to keep you stimulated enough to come all over his fingers. 

You come for a second time within a few minutes, and he fucks you through it. Your words are clipped while you try to thank him once more and it just comes out as breathy whispers. 

Your moans are music to his ears and he pistons in and out of you. As your walls massage his cock, he starts to falter in his movements. You reach back to grab his hand, lacing your fingers together before pulling your hands to your chest. 

Getting the message, Walter wraps his other arm around you to pull you even more impossibly close to him. He slows down his pace, dragging out your moans as he unhurriedly moves inside you. He leans into your ear and speaks softly. 

“You have no idea how much I needed this. How much I wanted you. I didn’t know how to talk to you. Fuck, you feel amazing. Need you every day, girl. Just like this, wrapped up in you. I won’t last much longer. So perfect.” He babbles near the end, whimpering your name. He latches onto your neck as he stills inside you. 

His teeth nip at you and his tongue soothes your skin as you feel his cock twitch and paint your walls with his spend. You can hear him groan in your ear as his arms hold you tight. You haven’t felt this safe in someone’s arms since you were little. You don’t notice you’re crying until Walter wipes away the tears that fall down your face. 

“I’m sorry, I—” 

“If you’re about to apologize for crying in front of me, please don’t. You deserve to express your emotions no matter who is around. Least of all, me.” He places a kiss on your neck, attempting to soothe you. 

“Fair. I haven’t been held or even touched in so long and it’s a little embarrassing that my first reaction is to cry.” You sniff, rolling your eyes at yourself. 

“Don’t be embarrassed. I know that’s easier said than done. But trust me, we just experienced some intense sex. And it was emotional for both of us. Trust me. Can’t you feel how fucking hard I am still inside you?” He moves his hips just slightly and is rewarded with a shiver going down your spine. 

“Walter...please.” You let your whimpers be heard and you get what you want.  

He moves to his knees while keeping you on your side. He pushes your leg up to a 90-degree angle and leans forward to fuck into you. The sound of slapping flesh fills the room as well as Walter’s grunts as he buries himself deeper inside you than before. 

“I’m gonna...please, don’t stop!” You reach up to hold his cheek in one hand and he shuts his eyes at the contact. When they open again, his pupils are blown wide. 

“Not stopping until you come again for me, girl.” The hand on his cheek migrates to his forehead to wipe away sweat-slick curls from his brow. 

“Come with me, Walter!”  

“Ugh, fuck!” 

The hold you have on your orgasm falters and your walls flutter around him, his hands curl around your thigh as his hips pound into you one last time. As his cock spurts inside you, your cunt continues to milk him until he softens and is released from your hold on him. 

He collapses next to you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. You reach an arm across his chest and settle in to catch your breath. Looking up one last time to Walter’s face, you’re pleasantly surprised to see a smile on his normally grumpy face. His eyes are closed, and you feel at peace knowing you are the cause of that serene expression. 

“Stay with me tonight.” You’re startled by his words, but you can’t deny the smile that crosses your face.  

Leaning up to kiss his stubbled neck, you revel in the grunt that follows. “Good night, Walter.” 

You feel him kiss the top of your head, nosing at your hair. “Night.” 

You fall asleep with your hand in his chest hair, your legs tangled together. You are held, you are safe, and you couldn’t be happier. Talking about what all this means could wait until the morning. For now, you bask in the feeling of warmth that this man and this moment give you. 

Touch and Go: The Morning After

A/N: Shout out to @sillyrabbit81 for her Detective Grumpypants Spotify playlist which helped me so much in writing this. 

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sooo.... anyone else ever wondered how different ATLA would have been if aang had been frozen at age 16 instead of age 12?

yeah... me too 😌 my new fanfic "the teenager in the iceberg" follows the events of the show, but with only aang aged up, while everyone else remains their canon age.

also...cmon....how funny is it to switch zuko and aang's iconic dialogue to "you're just a teenager!" "...so are you?"

enjoy the excerpt from (the upcoming) third chapter!! updates every wednesday!!

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Aang led the way through the temple, and Katara winced at every single skeleton that lined the halls of the stone pathways carved through the sacred building. Aang couldn’t look at them, didn’t let himself look at them. Katara didn’t blame him for it. She hadn’t been able to look at the handful of bodies left after every Fire Nation raid, and yet, here were the bodies of all of his people, his entire culture. 

She was snapped out of her spiralling train of thought by the screech of stone against stone as Aang funnelled air through a complex looking lock system, the gears driving it creaking from disuse. Sokka and Katara flinched, but Aang stayed still. 

The door opened to hundreds, if not thousands, of stone statues, gazing unflinchingly back at them.

Sokka dropped into a defensive position out of habit, as if the statues would lunge toward them at any minute, and Katara just rolled her eyes and giggled at her brother, pushing past him as she stepped towards the statues in awe. Weaving between them, she stopped at one of a woman with traditional water tribe clothing that made her heart twist with homesickness. She felt Aang standing behind her, his exposed chest through his one-shoulder robes radiating heat in a way that made her face flush with colour.

He reached up over her to brush a finger against the statue’s delicately carved hair. “She has your little…hair thingies.”

Somewhat unconsciously, she reached up to brush her own loops of hair, grazing the white bone-beads with her ring finger. “I didn’t realise the great Avatar paid attention to things like that.”

A teasing smile spread across Aang’s lips. “I think you’ll find that I’m a very attentive person.” He said the words innocently enough, but the way honey seemed to wrap around every syllable caught Katara off guard, sending warmth spreading down her spine as she momentarily forgot how to speak.

Aang grinned again, looking as though he was about to add something, before a chittery, squeaking noise echoed through the room, bouncing between statues. “What was that?” Sokka yelped, jumping away from the statue whose armour and sword he had been examining. The screech of metal against stone sounded from somewhere on Sokka’s side of the room, and both Katara and Aang quickly wove between statues to join him, all three tensing.

From between the statues, the sound got louder, and a helmet dragged between the sculptures, moving haphazardly as it scraped against the floor.

“GHOSTIE!” Sokka yelped, jumping backwards as he pointed an accusatory finger at the helmet. Katara stayed silent, visibly pale. Aang looked back at the two of them, then faced the helmet again. He stepped through those same strange airbending forms, his movement ending with the sharp expulsion of wind from his fist. The helmet blew away, clattering against the stone, revealing….

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♥ check out the two chapters of this (ongoing) fic & my ao3 here! ->

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fluff alphabet ! seungkwan !

different headcannons for our dear kwannie!

a = admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

seungkwan definitely adores how you wouldn’t get easily offended over his snarky remarks. he also loves how you’d go along with him in terms of– whenever he wants to sing along, play sports (even though you were terrible at them), his playful banters, and even when he’s in his mood swings.

b = body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

seungkwan adores your hair. Whenever he gets the chance to just let his face nest in your hair, he’d always grab that chance. he loves how it smells so comforting and the way. he also loves styling your hair.

c = cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?) seungkwan has to have his cuddles. he is a touchy person, so he often cuddles even in public unconsciously. he absolutely loves getting hugged from behind,  a major little spoon as well. other than that, he also loves to lay on your stomach while he hugs your waist.

d = dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

seungkwan is a die-hard romantic. he’d take you out on the most extra dates. he would plan ahead of time on what you two would do for the day to avoid any complications. he likes going on early morning jogging dates (to maintain fit and healthy). he also likes to take you to the restaurant where two first met. 

e = emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

seungkwan is very vocal and physical when he expresses himself. if he’d feel uncomfortable about something, he’d immediately whine about it to you, or if ever he feels agitated, he’d rant about it to you– in which you’d listen attentively on, or even when he feels down, he would tell you all about it– because he knows that you’re one of the people e trust the most that can make him feel better, and even asks for your time to just cuddle.

f = family (do they want one? if they do, when?)

seungkwan has been surrounded by such loving people ever since he was young. seeing how his family cherishes him so much– and as being the youngest among his siblings as well, he has always dreamt of making a family of his own and pass down that same love that he received onto his future family. he promised to you that once he’s stable, financially, physically and even emotionally, he’d work a home for you and your future family to settle in. 

g = gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? what are their habits when it comes to this?)

seungkwan almost always gives you a different gift everytime he comes home from work. although you already told him that need not need anything materialistic and that his presence is enough to make you content, he still loves to give you presents. he loves that small upside-down smile that you do once you receive a gift from him.

h = holding hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

seungkwan holds your hand every time you both go out–in private. since he was an idol, the both of you would always be wary of your gestures towards each other, but whenever it'd just be the two of you, he’d instantly grab your hand. his way of holding your hand would be that he’d mostly just hold your four fingers.

i = injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

seungkwan would get super stressed out over you getting sick. one time, when he was at work, he suddenly got a call from you, but the bothering thing was, it wasn’t your voice that was speaking on the other side of the line, it was your friend’s. turns out, you got sick and fainted in your apartment. after the whole situation got sorted out, he scolded you nonstop about how taking care of your own well-being is the most crucial and significant thing a human should do, but in the end, he’d still be a pouty baby and would cuddle you nonstop until you got better. 

j = jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

seungkwan is not much of a prankster towards you, but he sure is a joker. not the type of jokes that would seem over the top, to the point that it’d offend you. the problem about his jokes is that they’re rarely funny. his way of joking would be vocally imitating or repeating a mistake you did or a random instance that happened. rather than laughing because of his joke, you instead laughed because of the awkwardness after he says his joke.

k = kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

seungkwan loves it when you both hold each other whilst you kiss. his arms would rest on your waist as yours rest over on his shoulders. he’d be the one tilting his head to get a better angle on kissing you. he either gives soft, multiple kisses or a long eager one, it depends.

l = love (how do they show you they love you?)

seungkwan knows how straightforward he is. he is also aware that he might offend others with the way his mind and mouth works at the same time, so whenever he does say something to you that might seem offensive, he’d instantly apologize to you with a matching pout and a warm embrace. seungkwan would also buy you food whenever he gets home from work. he’d either buy you some meat buns, ice cream, or whichever you crave for. 

m = memory (favorite memory together?)

seungkwan blurted out his confession to you because he was fuming from all the teasing by the members. the others would constantly throw hints at you or him wherever you guys would get physically close. one day, he had enough when you asked one of the members why they kept teasing them. it was more of a lecture towards the members and a hint of confessing his love to you. in the end, it all went well and it served as a treasured memory for the both of you. 

n = nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

seungkwan’s worst is definitely getting silent treatment. although, he also has common fears, like towards bugs, but his fear of getting silent treatment, especially from you, haunts him to the core. he’s a kind of man that enjoys the attention, in a good way. one thing he’s definitely afraid of is being in a no-communication type of situation if ever you guys fight. knowing you guys aren’t on good terms will definitely haunt him awake and asleep.

o = oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

seungkwan always had that one quirk that you found incredibly amusing. the fact that he can’t hide his emotions and expressions because of his facial expressions, especially his eyes. the way he’d side-eye to almost ANYTHING he’d find unusual. he’d even side-eye you if you yo go off-key in the slightest bit

p = pet names (what do they like to call you?)

seungkwan is the serious type, so he’d cherish the pet name ‘love’. that pet name just gives off a pure and innocent effect, the same as your personality.

q = quality time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

seungkwan, despite his busy schedule, he’d always try his hardest to make time for you. he’d usually just cuddle with you and talk about each other’s day or go on a date with you. 

r = rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

seungkwan reminds you of the song ‘together’ by martin garrix and matisse & sadko. 

“though we might not know where we’re going, i promise we’ll never be apart.”

s = secrets (how open are they with you?)

seungkwan shares a lot to you, just not the ones that he think would weigh you down. he shares to you about his average secrets like, hiding dino’s shoes, or whenever he stole something from the other members, but he would rarely share to you about his feelings. he doesn’t want you to worry about him so he’d rather keep it to himself. 

t = time (how long did it take you to get together?)

seungkwan approximately took a year just to confess his love to you. although he’s a big mouth, he is definitely the opposite when it comes to his crush. it even took you to confess first before he blabbered his confession to you. 

u = upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

seungkwan would instantly look for the reason why you’re upset. he would pause everything he’d be doing just for you. comforting you in every possible way. 

v = vaunt (what are they proud of? do they like to show you off?)

seungkwan has and will always be proud of his singing voice. whenever you two would do karaoke, he wouldn’t miss the chance to show off, and you’d always find it charming. he also loves to use that talent to sing you heartfelt songs :). although he seems the type to show off, he doesn’t exactly show you off since he get jealous easily. he wants you all for himself, no one else’s.

w = warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

seungkwan is for sure the mouthiest person you’ve ever met. he would definitely fight for you whenever someone throws the tiniest bit of shade at you. he would sometimes argue with you as well when it comes to controversial things.

x = x-ray (how well are they able to read you?)

seungkwan is able to read you just by the smallest change of your behavior. 

y = yes (how would they propose to you?)

seungkwan, as the extra guy he is, he would rent a yacht or rent somewhere grand and would set up a grand signage with lots of flowers.

z = zen (what makes them feel calm?)

seungkwan’s comfort is you. just by one short glance at you, all his problems would just wash away. he also loves listening to your voice– especially when you sing, whenever he feels overwhelmed. 

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Character design ask:

Tell me everything you want about our unfortunate knight who's only armor (Mashal) 👀

Everything I want, you say? Well, I do like me a good character description >:)

Mashal stands at about 6'10" and is very broad, as is fitting for a killer robot. He was not nearly that tall as a human and is kind of pissed about it to be frank, especially when his head dents every time he smacks it on a door frame. His plating is made of bronze, while most of his internal structure is steel. His eyes are glass and the runes within glow white, bright enough to provide a fair bit of illumination in dark spaces.

Originally, his face was just a crude plate with disc shaped eyes and a slit for a mouth, but Astra eventually got tired of guessing at his expressions and made him a new one. His current face can move a bit - he can shift the corners of his mouth up or down, close his eyes, and move his eyebrows - but it's still far from a human face. He's got a long jawline with a square chin, high cheekbones, and a very rectangular nose. Somehow, he knows it isn't quite the same as his human face.

As for clothing, he's got one set that Astra made him. It's heavily patched on account of metal joints chewing through fabric and is very full coverage. Almost unconsciously, Mashal tries to cover all the bronze he can, as he's got some dysphoria going on. He's got a loose, high-collared shirt with long sleeves tucked into baggy pants, which are tucked into an old pair of riding boots. He also has an embroidered half-cloak he wears sometimes. His bandana he wears all the time. Mashal doesn't like being 'bald', so he ties a bandana over his head instead. Really, the only bronze left showing is his face and hands. Despite not having genitals and the fact that many robots frequently go without clothes, he's very self-conscious about being naked, which some cons unfortunately require.

As for mannerisms, he stands uncomfortably still. One might think this is a robot thing, but no, he's just still got those army habits. Sometimes, when he's nervous, he'll tap his fingers on his arm. He tends to keep any sudden movements minimal, as he knows his strength could seriously damage something if he's not careful. There's a constant whir that follows him on account of a misaligned drive shaft Astra never got around to fixing, and sometimes his eyes will brighten in luminosity, usually when he's excited. When he's frightened or furious, he forgets to move his face or put any human inflection in his voice. He would almost appear calm to an outside observer. Speaking of his voice, though, he will often sigh or clear his throat despite not having lungs. When he's nervous, he tends to sound more staticky and will stutter a bit.

And I think that's it! Except, I suppose I could add a little more...

Human Mashal, before he was captured by Vermir, stood at about 5'10" and had some decent muscle. He'd grown up as the chubby kid among his peers, so he worked out a lot to keep the weight off. His skin was dark brown, and he had shoulder-length locs he often kept tied in a ponytail. His face was a little rounder and less harshly angled, his nose broader, and his ears sticking out a bit. He wore gold earrings, as befitted one of the Sulu'Okan nobility. A scar from a training accident sliced a fine line from over his left eyebrow to past the corner of his eye. His eyes were brown, and he was frequently smiling.

Ok, yeah, I think that's all. Thanks for the ask!

[iuwon]

･:*˚:✧ HIS HOT PUBLIC DISPLAYS OF AFFECTION ✧:˚*:･

pairing : enhypen ot7 x female reader

fluff. established relationship. mentions of pda. detailed physical/intimate affection.

*ੈ✩ heeseung / / / heeseung would be the type who could whip out as a teasing flirt whenever he feels like it. he would lean inches close to your face, only to wipe away a stray eyelash. your reaction would draw out a wide and growing smirk from him that he’d try to hide by biting down his bottom lip, knowing exactly what you were thinking. he’s a mischievous tease out in public and he loves that — even though it’s something he heedlessly does without intending to. he gives you the kind of looks along with subtle brushes of the arm when he passes by you that have people understand the double meaning. he walks too close next to you. on public places, he likes to rests his hand on your thigh — often times tracing several small circles on it with the tips of his finger when he’s bored, or softly squeezes your thigh to get your attention.

*ੈ✩ jay / / / this man is exclusive with who he holds open doors for, and he only does that for you. to anyone else, he’d most likely scoff and mockingly roll his eyes in a playful manner and tell them to do it themselves. he likes it when his or your group of friends notice and start to jokingly whine and about the ‘unfair treatment’, it makes him smirk. or when he loops his arm around your frame, only to crouch down and lean his head on your shoulder to leave you subtle pecks on the neck, the corner of his lips twitch upwards in amusement when he hears you laugh at it. when he’s sitting right down into a seat while you’re still standing right in front of you, he has this “accidental” habit of sliding his hands down your hips before they fit into your back pockets, then pulling your figure right in between his legs.

*ੈ✩ jake / / / at every place and opportunity he gets, he would proudly tell anyone “that’s my girl” while pointing directly to you. hell, he most probably said it to the Starbucks cashier who was just asking for his order. the way he boasts with the bright twinkle on his eyes make him appear utterly whipped for literally anyone to see. he loves giving you piggyback rides. though it’s flashy and a tad bit silly, it makes him feel comforted and reassured that you’re close to him, with your arms looped around his neck — especially in public places. he just loves carrying you around “like a baby”. childishly, he would suddenly start running and spinning off with you on his back to hear you squeal and laugh. either way, he would also giddily carry you when your body is too tired to walk around while wearing the biggest smile he has.

*ੈ✩ sunghoon / / / as overused as it sounds, sunghoon incessantly has his arm around your waist. sometimes it’s out of reflex to push you out of danger — probably a moving car, a small hole around the sidewalks, creepy men, or sharp objects. and maybe sometimes he does actually do this whenever he’s jealous (he’ll do anything to make things clear: he doesn’t like to share), trying to justify the thousands of words that this gesture speaks alone to the guy hitting on you. but sometimes, he doesn’t have an explanation to back him up; especially when he gets so caught up in his thoughts that he doesn’t actually realize that he’s doing something he unconsciously wants to do from the back of his head. on regular occasions, he would gesture for you to sit on top of his lap while resting his hand on your waist firmly to steady you on him, and would lean forward to lowly whisper things on your ear only for you to hear with a charmed grin.

*ੈ✩ sunoo / / / the both of you are attached by hip. he always wants to sit next to you, and have you sit next to him as well. most definitely will he shove off the person wanting to sit next to you, especially if he’s a guy he considers a “threat”. the both of you are pretty obvious everyone. he wants the attention from you, and he doesn’t mind fighting for it. he has a habit of leaning in close to you just to smell your scent, he claims it’s “nothing creepy” because it gives him the comfort. there would be a lot of hushed giggling and fits of laughter from the both of you with shared sneaky glances whenever someone brings up something that reminded the both of you of an inside joke. he leaves nose pecks every chance given, especially when you introduce him to others as your boyfriend.

*ੈ✩ jungwon / / / he holds your hand with his like the both of you are physically linked together. at first, he did it just to drag you along with him — or perhaps tug your hand when he’s calling for your attention to point to you something he’s seen, but he’s somehow made it into a habit to the point where he always reaches out for your hand as soon as the both of you are out of the car. he clasps your hand when you’re walking with him because in that way, he knows you’re right there with him. jungwon loves to play around with you affectionately when the both of you are waiting in line. whether it’s tickling your sides, pinching your cheeks together, teasingly bumping each other’s hips to one another, elbowing — or if it’s standing behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist while he rests his chin on the top your head.

*ੈ✩ ni-ki / / / he’s definitely the type of boyfriend who would start playing footsie with you underneath the table. without doubt, he‘d make it so obvious with the faces and strangled “war” noises that he would be throwing directed at you — laughing aloud as if he wants the whole restaurant to hear him. he’s the type who’d intentionally do awfully cringe and embarrassing things in public for you. for instance, he would expose and publicly yell embarrassing things about you randomly just for laughs. he would be the type to intentionally trip over and dramatically look at you and say “i fell for you” — knowing how awful the pick up line sounds — while laughing and leaving a kiss on your cheek as a ‘you-know-you-can’t-resist-me’. he would intentionally mess up his collar and loudly call out for you in public just for you to fix it — attracting the attention of other people, but he couldn’t care less. even out in public, you would be the only person he’d give a damn about.

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lie detector test | ksj

plot | During promotions of his new movie, Jin was set in a lie detector test. Surprise, surprise! He was asked about you.

words | 2.1k+

genres | humor/crack, fluff, actors!au

pairing | actor!jin x famous!reader

disclaimer | usernames used in the fic are all fictional.

note | for my first post this month, here is another drabble for my favorite rumored couple *wink*. This one was set for 2021.

main masterlist | drabble series

Jin Takes a Lie Detector Test | Vanity Fair

13,826,003 views January 14, 2021 Jin takes Vanity Fair’s infamous lie detector test. Has he ever lied during a casting audition? Does he really have a bias between dogs and cats? Is he a secretly good singer? Was he the one who gifted Y/N Francheskat?

Still Alive is out on Netflix on January 15, 2021.

“Okay, this will go around your chest. This one’s around your waist. Then, the last one is here in your arm.”

Jin sat stiff as the polygraph examiner put on the device on his body. He waited for the man, who recalled the name as Barry, to sit back in front of the polygraph. Jin tapped his fingertips on the wooden table while he looked at the interviewer. He strangely feels nervous about how serious around him feel. Even though this is just a Vanity Fair video as part of his promotions for his new Netflix film.

The interviewer began, “Is your full name Kim Seokjin?”

“Yes.” he nods with a wink straight to the camera, an unconscious habit of his every time he introduces himself.

“Were you born on December 4, 1992?” she asked once again.

“Yes.”

For a split second, Jin honestly thought of lying. Just to test if the machine really works. But decided to just do it later. Plus, his nerves are still kind of tense.

“Are you about to take a lie detector test?”

“I am.” Jin smiled.

The interviewer continued, “Are you nervous?”

“No…” his voice trailed off as he turned his head to Bob, who was sitting on the side.

Bob looked up with a serious expression, “He’s lying.”

Jin laughed, “Okay! Maybe I am. This is weirdly nerve-wracking.”

The video cuts to a plain white background with capitalized letters: JIN TELLS THE TRUTH. The video proceeded with Jin sitting more relaxed on the chair.

“The first category is… your life.”

A brown folder slid on the table. Jin, feeling more comfortable, wanted to laugh at how serious everything is. He watched this kind of video before and he didn’t expect it to be a bit intimidating. Especially Barry, who was friendly before they shoot.

“Is it true that you used Jin as your mononym to avoid connections with your family?” 

“Yes.” Jin nods. He didn’t even bother to hesitate.

He came from a family that already had a place in the entertainment industry. Both in the production and performing departments. His parents were both actors who earned their fame sometime in the mid-80s while his uncle from his father’s side is a renowned filmmaker and producer who received critical acclaim for every work he does. Another aunt from his father is a successful broadway theatre actress. And when his parents divorced and his mom remarried when he was five, he have a stepfather who is also an actor. 

“You are an alumnus of Juilliard.“

Jin nodded quietly, urging her to continue with her question.

“You said in an interview before that you took a degree for acting because you want to be confident with yourself when auditioning for roles in the future. Do you think you will be as self-assured as you are now if you went straight to Hollywood?”

“Nope.” he shook his head. “I learned so much from Juilliard and if I went straight to acting instead of studying, I don’t think that I’ll be able to pass auditions.”

“Speaking of auditions, is it true that you changed your surname in your early casting calls?”

“Yes, I did.” Jin giggled.

“Why?”

“I want to pass it because of my skills. I want them to be honest with me if my acting was good or bad.” Jin replied. “I just don’t want to be labeled as something because I am naturally related to someone. I wanted to prove to myself and others that I am also working toward my goals. It’s not like I have my mouth open to be spoonfed with offers.”

The interviewer nodded respectfully with his answer. Jin tried to say that as calmly and kindly as possible. He is aware that sometimes he gets called a nepotism baby because of his family history in Hollywood and he is grateful if he gets projects because of it. But he always avoided getting things the easy way. He wants to go through the same process as his other colleagues. 

The interviewer continued, “Your mom once said in an interview with Conan O’Brien that you were interested in pursuing music when you were younger. Is that true?”

“Yes. I used to play instruments before.” he shared. He knows how to play guitar, ukulele, piano, and a little bit of violin. He learned the last one just because his dad asked him to learn it when he was a kid.

The interviewer was quick to ask a follow-up question, “She also said that you sing a lot. Some said that you have a really good singing voice. Do you agree with that?”

Jin shifted on his seat as he squints his eyes, thinking about his reply, “I… don’t know.”

“Seems unsure,” Barry mumbled on the side.

The interviewer eyes Jin, waiting for him to explain which he did, “I don’t really know. Sometimes I feel good, so I sing at home. Most times I don’t so I just don’t sing.”

“Is that why we never heard you sing?”

“No.” Jin laughed. “I just don’t want to sing in public. But I do sing… for a few people.”

“For a few people?” the interviewer repeated.

Jin nods with a smile, “Yup.”

Another folder was placed on the table.

“Let’s talk about relationships.”

Jin was never public with his past relationships. He is always a private person except when his drunk and he accidentally posts shit on his social media accounts. But other than that, he is very private. So, he wondered what relationship thing could be asked about him.

“Is it true that you prefer dogs over cats?”

He almost laughed with that question. So this is the relationship they are talking about…

“Yes. Dogs are more friendly!” he exclaimed. “Like they jump around and wiggle their tails when they see their humans. It’s so cute! While cats… they are so… aggressive.”

“So you don’t like cats?”

“Yeah. I mean, I respect cats. But I don’t think I’ll ever be friends with one.” Jin clarified.

The interviewer continues, “Is that so?”

She placed a picture on the table. Jin laughed hard. It was a picture of him and Francheskat, your grey Persian cat. He was carrying your cat on his shoulder, who was looking peacefully asleep like a baby. It was taken by a fan during the production of Lonely People in New York, where you begged your director to let Francheskat have a cameo in one of the scenes.

“Do you have any explanation for this photo?” the interviewer is obviously teasing him.

“The first question was a trap!” Jin giggled for a few seconds. When he calmed down, he continued, “Okay, Francheskat is a little fluff of sweetness. She is an exception.”

“Because?”

“Because it’s Francheskat.” Jin simply answered.

The interviewer did not bother to ask him for more elaboration on his answer. She read her cards again, “According to Y/N, Francheskat is a cat from an animal shelter in London. She said it was given to her as a gift by a friend back in 2017…”

Based on the buildup of the question, Jin already knows where this one leads. He had already read and heard tweets and articles about the upcoming question  He tried to hide a smirk forming on his face.

“Are you the friend she was talking about?” the interviewer asked.

Without any missed second, Jin replied with a single shake of his head, “No, I’m not,” 

As if the interviewer was expecting a response from Barry, she looked at the polygraph examiner. Jin did the same thing, carefully moving his eyes to the side. There was a five-second silence before Barry looked up again.

“He is telling the truth.”

Jin rolled his eyes and looked at the interviewer with a sassy ‘I told you so’ look and nod. The interviewer cleared her throat. 

“For our last question–” 

“Do you promise?” Jin cuts her off.

Confused, the interviewer said, “I’m sorry, what?”

“Do you promise it’s the final one?”

“Yes, of course,” she replied, still confused about why the actor asked that. “Proceeding. Was there any point that you lied in this interview and we did not catch you?”

“No.” he winked, causing more puzzlement. Even Barry was confused.

“Oh, what’s with the wink?” the interviewer asked as soon as she saw that.

“Not answering that one. You said the last question is your last one.” Jin mocked.

“Touché.”

The interviewer said. The clip ended with Jin smiling in a teasing way.

The new content was another reason for Jin to be talked about on Twitter. Fans of both Jin’s and yours– and even Francheskat’s– posted their thoughts after the video was uploaded. Your cat’s name trended as it was one of the most talked about and even replayed part of the said clip. 

@/ACTORJINNN: jin baby blink twice if you’re scared of barry

@/bluemoon04: I still stand by the facts that support my theory. KIM SEOKJIN WAS THE ONE WHO GAVE FRANCHESKAT TO Y/N

replying to @/bluemoon04

– @/favecatmomy/n: the audience wants to know more about ur theory

—- @/bluemoon04: will be posting a thread soon bestie 🥰

@/francheskat_update: Francheskat was mentioned in Vanity Fair’s Jin Takes a Lie Detector Test video on YouTube. [insert YouTube link and screenshots]

@/y/nbestactress: jin talking about cats: 👹👺🤬💣🧨🔪 VS jin talking about francheskat: 🌸🌞🌈🥰💗🎀

@/elynextdoor: Just watched Jin’s lie detector test. Loved how he tricked the interviewer with his wink at the end 🤣🤣

@/seokjindrama: Not Jin denying that he can sing 🤡 as if we never heard him sing before

replying to @/seokjindrama

– @/alpacajin: omg where did u see him sing

—- @/jinnnstwt: donny posted on his ig stories years ago a snippet of jin’s singing when they were hanging out

A few days after the video was posted on YouTube, Jin is having a whole day of press junkets with his co-stars. It was absolutely exhausting as almost every interviewer asks the same question. Some are even overboard and personal. The cup of coffee in his right hand is the only one that keeps him going throughout this hectic day. He had a five-minute break before another interviewer comes in when his phone was handed to him by Daisy, his new assistant.

“Someone’s calling you,” she whispered.

Jin, who’s physically and mentally tired to talk with anyone, asked with a sigh, “Who is it?”

Daisy looks skeptical at reading the name at first, slightly scratching her head. She looked back and forth from him to his phone screen a couple of times. Finally, she read it, still unsure,

“Some weird… cat… person… Some weird cat person,” she repeated.

Jin tried to hide a smile forming on his face as he took a sip of his coffee. He thanked his assistant and answered the phone call. Luckily, everyone around him is too busy taking their own quick breaks to notice him taking a call.

“Hello?” 

“I just watched that lie detector test video!” Your excited and happy voice was heard on the other line after Jin’s hello. “How was it? Was it scripted? Did the machine really work? Tell me about it!”

He smiled with your childish enthusiasm. You always expressed that you want to try such an interview ever since Vanity Fair began doing that. You never experienced being in a polygraph test before and you are really curious about it. Jin was ready to tell stories when he heard someone in the crew saying they have a few seconds left before an interviewer goes in again. He emptied his cup before speaking to you,

“I’m in the middle of a junket. How about I’ll call you later, bub?”

He heard you gasp, “Oh my god! I’m so sorry. I forgot about that. I just woke up before watching your video. I’m sorry!”

Given that you are in your LA home and currently on a month-long break, Jin understands that you forgot about the time difference between your two. He’s in New York. 

“It’s fine. I’ll call you later,” he assured you. Daisy was already waiting for him to hand his phone back.

“Okay, okay. By the way, Francheskat told me she misses you.”

He smiled before replying, “Yeah, tell her I miss her too.”

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[hwanchaesong]

ATEEZ and their love languages

a/n: excuse my typos or grammatical errors, i did not proofread this

Hongjoong

quality time & words of affirmation

He is definitely the type who will make time for you no matter how busy he is.

In between breaks and schedules, he will put a time where he can speak with you and check up whatever you're on about.

It may be in the form of text messages and calls, or even asking you out for lunch. The smallest things like, "Come to my studio and let's hang out for a bit." then it will proceed to him cuddling you for a few minutes and conversing with you about your day.

He never forgets to give you all the assurance that you need.

"You're doing great baby, keep going."

"You look so pretty, that outfit looks so cool on you."

"I miss you and I love you, okay? Please don't forget that."

These will always serve as a reminder that he does think of you all the time.

Seonghwa

quality time, acts of service, & words of affirmation

Of course this man will always sacrifice even his resting time just to see or talk to you. You are his rest, and spending time with you makes him energized like he slept for 12 hours straight.

He will always make sure that you're alright and doing fine in his own ways.

He looks out for you even in the tiniest things.

Cooks food for you, brings the things that you might need when you go out, prepares warm clothes when it's cold outside.

He tends to tell you the words that you need to hear unconsciously.

For example, when you're feeling insecure, he'll suddenly say "Oh, why on earth are you looking so gorgeous today. Well, you always do either way." then everything is fine afterwards.

He literally treats you like a baby, because tbh, you are his baby.

Yunho

physical touch & giving gifts

Now, our tall puppy here loves to give you hugs and kisses.

He always greets you with a big smile on his face then proceeds to engulf you in his arms, and he wouldn't let go until he feels satisfied.

You always look cuddly in his eyes, thus, he thinks of you as his teddy bear.

Cuddles are also a must. He'd rather die than not have you in his hold.

He also had this habit of pulling you close to him before leaving a peck on your nose, cheeks, forehead, or lips.

Let's not forget his thoughtful gifts, like he'll buy the things that you need or anything that you said that you liked.

He observes and remembers everything about you so he'll be able to use that to his advantage, albeit the reason is for him to make you happy.

Yeosang

acts of service & giving gifts

We all know how sarcastic he is, savage even. But behind all that is a soft boi that actually cares about you because he loves you so much but is just somehow of a tsundere to admit.

He shows that through his actions.

Such examples are:

1. Giving you his food which he normally doesn't do.

2. Calls you stupid as he ties your shoelaces or fixes your collar.

3. Ties your hair for you while you eat.

4. Tucks you in bed.

5. Checks your belongings if it's all complete and nothing has been stolen.

He also gives you a lot of items that he bought because, and he quotes, "I accidentally bought it, I don't even know why. Stop asking!"

When in reality, he bought it because it's either it reminded him of you or he thinks that you'll be able to use it in the future.

San

physical touch, words of affirmation & quality time

He'll be clinging onto you 24/7, he'll do it even in the bathroom if you'll allow him.

But really, he is so attached to you that if he can't touch you for a long time, he'll be sulking a like a child.

Being with you is like charging him. Also, he feels like when he's with you, then he can protect you from any danger, thus, he wants to be close to you as much as possible.

He'll always find a way to be with you. Whether it be a hang out indoors or outdoor dates. Heck, he'll even use working out as an excuse so he'll be able to spend time with you.

San also lives off of the fact that he can make you flustered whenever he flirts or compliments you.

Still, all he says are his honest thoughts. He thinks that you are a blessing and he loves you so much that he'd die for you. Yeah, all of those are 100% authentic.

Mingi

giving gifts & acts of service

He is kind of shy when it comes to showing some love for you physically, especially because he respects your space that is why he has grown accustomed to these two love languages.

He usually buys items that he will also be able to use, he loves it when your things match.

Couple socks, shirts, bracelets, everything.

He loves seeing you wear and use the gifts that he mindfully selected. Makes him feel proud that he chose a perfect item.

He's also a gentleman, despite a lowkey one.

He never lets you walk on the outer side of the road. Opens the door for you or letting you take a seat first.

Everything that he does is for the sake of making you feel that he prioritizes you over anything else.

Wooyoung

physical touch, acts of service, & quality time

This man has no sense of space and privacy at all, but it's okay, you tolerate it and you love him for it.

It's either he hugs you like a koala and kisses you like a whale or he hugs you like a bear and kisses you like a prince. There is no between, mind you.

He also cooks you warm meals, ranging from you waking up with a breakfast in bed or you coming home for a freshly made dinner.

Wooyoung loves to watch movies with you while cuddling, it has become your go to dates whenever the both of you are too lazy to go outside.

All in all, he'll be out there doing anything just to keep you by his side. He couldn't imagine a life without you anymore.

Jongho

giving gifts, words of affirmation, & acts of service

The first thing that he'll always do is to, as cheesy as it sounds, give you flowers.

Bouquets, roses, sunflowers, you name it. Every week, you have a different set of florals on your vase. Of course you keep it, it smells nice and it reminds you of him.

He also never fails to remind you of how much you mean to him. Jongho apologizes when he can't be more of a boyfriend to you but still, he'll do his best to make you feel that he loves you and only you.

He gives you your favorite snacks or takes you out in your favorite restaurant whenever he's not busy, it's random yes, but it is a way for him to make up for the times when he can't be with you.

Jongho is a mere human, full of flaws and imperfections, but that won't hinder him from being the best man for you.

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[marklyfan]

of bad habits and hesitations

summary: mark has a bad habit of second guessing himself in everything, especially when it comes to you.

pairing: mark x fem!reader

genre: college!au, friends to lovers!, fluff, angst, comedy

warning/s: profanities

teaser, part 1, part 2, part 3

"According to Freud’s theory, dreams depict unconscious thoughts and desires. He also....” Bull. Freud was a fraud. He was full of shit. You wanted to prove him wrong so bad. But he’s probably in hell right now, smirking, having a blast because of your misfortune. You could only imagine him saying, "I told you so.” Asshole.

You sigh. Your professor’s voice turns into a background noise while you drown in your very much unsolicited thoughts. The phrases longings of the subconscious mind and sexual instincts and motives were enough to put you in a profound contemplation.

Last night, you had a dream about Mark, a friend of yours, although you're not so sure if you can even consider him that because you only ever hung out when your mutual friends were around. But that's really not your main concern. In your dream, you and Mark... you were together. You were being domestic, lovey dovey and all that. You woke up this morning catching your breath because what the hell was that? The first thing you thought about was Sigmund Freud's The Interpretation of Dreams, a reading assignment in your major. You find yourself disagreeing (and quite frankly, disgusted) with some (read: most) of the late neurologist’s propositions. And man does the universe love keeping your smug attitude down to a minimum.

Why Mark of all people? It’s not like you have feelings for him... well... do you? Oh, for fuck’s sake. You barely even know the guy! Your friends are starting to get in your head.

A few weeks ago, Haechan, one of your friends, jokingly suggested that you and Mark should date each other since you're both single. You just laughed because you know you weren't ready to enter a relationship with anyone anytime soon. And Mark just smiled, like he always does. He laughs a lot too. He does this thing with his nose and you just think that he looks cu- oh hell, no. Nope.

You were pulled out of your trance when you hear shuffling, the sound of backpacks being carried on shoulders. Your classmates are already starting to leave the lecture hall. So much for zoning out. You're supposed to be focusing on your lectures even more now that finals are around the corner. Yet, you spent your morning thinking about a guy who's essentially a stranger to you if you're being honest. All because of a dream? Why are you making such a big deal out of it anyway?

You stand up and put your things in your bag. You were putting your earphones on when you notice a familiar figure standing outside. Jeez, speak of the devil. A very good-looking one. Mark is wearing a plain white t-shirt, ripped jeans, and a pair of converse. Very casual and very... dazzling. You snap out of your thoughts, again, when Mark waves his hand at you.

"Hi," he says, out of breath. It seems like he ran and oh boy, his sweat-dripping hair- You blinked twice.

"Hey!" You laugh nervously. You seriously need to get it together. "What's up?"

"Uh... the group wants to eat out tonight at the new restaurant a few blocks away from campus." You see his hesitation but then he continues, "They told me to get you, uh, Haechan said they're running a little late so we might wanna... go first," he scratches the back of his neck.

Is this some kind of a deliberate ploy where your friends pretend to be late and end up leaving you both alone? You are so going to give Haechan hell. Is he really serious about setting you and his friend up?! You swear you're gonna kick his balls until they dro- "You know... so we could save seats?" He adds, eyeing you carefully. He must have seen your face starting to crumple.

"Oh," is the only thing you manage to reply. Oh. You shake your head slightly. "Yeah, of course. Let me get my things first."

You know, for a psychology major, you're pretty delusional.

a/n: i'm not really sure where this is going but i just had to post it because it's long overdue 😭 if you liked it please let me know in the replies or here!! should i continue this one or not I HONESTLY DON'T KNOW 😵‍💫 this is inspired by steve lacy's bad habit! it's been stuck in my head ever since it came out and it doesn't help that mark recommended it on bbl 🧎🏻‍♀️

© 2022 marklyfan all rights reserved. do not copy, distribute, or translate my works.

[demonsandco]

hi!! i was wondering if you could do a headcannon of the brothers + dia, barb and simeon reacting to mc asking if they could do it in their demon/angel forms?

I sure hope that by “demon form” you meant my version of their forms, because only after I finished writing, did I remember that they have canonical demon forms, too, woops! But Simeon doesn’t have a non-human form in-game so hopefully I was right gjhfkfjh

Lucifer : It’s a rare occurrence to see Lucifer speechless, yet somehow they’ve managed to stun him into silence with a single request. Being intimate in his demon form isn’t something that’s even crossed his mind before, not seeing his true form as anything more than a tool for intimidation. With too many eyes, elongated limbs, and crisscrossing scars highlighted by patches of missing feathers, he truly doesn’t understand what they see in him to pick that over his much more palatable, human form. Yet, despite his initial shock and hesitance, he can’t find it in him to deny their request. If they really want to see his true form, especially in such an intimate setting, then he’ll humor them, but the entire time he’s preparing himself for some sort of rejection, expecting them to flinch away from his touch or to ask him to switch back. He’s astonishingly vulnerable in this form, and craves a positive reaction from them.

(cont under the cut)

Mammon : When he hears their request, Mammon’s relief is palpable. Having sex in his human from has always felt distant to him, as though he were wearing a costume or a skin tight suit. He’s desperate to feel their hands on his demon form, often fantasising about how their hands would feel running across his wings or buried in his feathers, but, while he may have not so subtly hinted at his desires in the past, he’s never had the courage to initiate such a thing himself. He’s immensely excited about their request, so excited in fact that he’s prepared to stop whatever he was doing and drag them off to somewhere private to have his way with them. It also encourages him to spend more time in his demon form around them, now that he knows that it won’t scare them away.

Leviathan : Levi’s knee-jerk reaction is to say no right off the bat. As much as he trusts his partner, he can’t help but think that there’s some sort of ulterior motive behind the request, refusing to believe that anyone would actually want to see his demon form, much less touch it in such an intimate way. While his true form grants him confidence and immeasurable power, in a relationship, it becomes his biggest insecurity. It takes a lot of patience and encouragement to convince him to go through with it, and even then he’s hesitant to even touch them, worried that they’ll think he’s creepy or gross and change their mind. It doesn’t help that he’s practically useless on land and that they’d need to join him in the water to comfortably have sex. He’s understandably nervous, but praise and affection go a long way in easing his worries, and once he gets a taste of how nice it feels, he finds himself asking them to be intimate in his demon form more often.

Satan : Satan isn’t all that surprised by their request. In fact, he’d been expecting it to come up sooner or later. After all, he wants to know every intimate detail about his partner, to see them in their most vulnerable state, so he assumes that they’d eventually want to get to know his true form intimately, as well. He feels some anxiety, of course, his demon form not exactly being human friendly, all rough skin and sharp edges, but he does a good job at keeping his fears at bay and enjoying the moment. It feels freeing, in a way, to have them accept him so readily, to allow something as monstrous as him so close in such a vulnerable moment. With every soft touch of their hands and kiss from their lips, he finds himself falling in love all over again. He craves their acceptance, and the fact that they can see him at his worst and still show him love speaks volumes.

Asmodeus : As much as he wants to tease his partner for having such a lewd suggestion, or to think of it as a chance to introduce them to something new and pleasurable, the only thing Asmo feels at their request is genuine fear. There is very little that he’s afraid of, but the idea of them rejecting him is terrifying, and he’s convinced himself that no one could possibly love him if they saw his true form. He’s very calculated in what parts of his demon form he lets people see, making sure he looks cute and unassuming at all times. He has no problems showing those parts of him to his partner, but the rest of his demon form isn’t anywhere near as cutesy, and he doesn’t want them to associate him with such an “ugly” appearance. Yet at the same time, he wants to be able to be himself around them, to have them see the parts of him that he’s kept hidden. It takes a lot of worry and hesitation, before he finally shows them his true form during sex, the shared lust giving him the push he needed. He’s so prepared for a negative response that their positive reaction is enough to make him melt against them.

Beelzebub : It’s not uncommon for Beel to be seen in a not quite human form around the house, his wings and horns unconsciously coming out while he eats or works out. Knowing this, he’s surprised that his partner has seen those parts of him and instead of being scared, they want to see more. He’s not the type of person to hide who he is to make himself more palatable. He trusts them to know what they want, and he takes their request at face value. At first, he didn’t think too much of it, but the moment he feels them touch his true form, watches them search for his most sensitive areas, he becomes addicted to the feeling. The fact that he’s even bigger than normal in this form excites him more than he thought it would, too, his massive frame making his partner seem tiny in comparison. Needless to say, he finds himself letting his demon form out during sex more often, both because he wants to feel their touch again and because he finds it more comfortable.

Belphegor : Belphie is genuinely surprised that they’d want anything to do with his demon form after how badly things went the first time they saw it. Hearing that they not only want to see it again, but that they want to see it in such a vulnerable moment is a relief to him. He’s always thought that actions speak louder than words, and he sees their request as a sign of trust, something he values greatly. He’s more than happy to show them his demon form, to let them explore his body and create new, much more enjoyable, memories. He also takes it as an invitation to show his demon form more often, taking every opportunity he can to let out his horns as he cuddles up to them or conveniently resting his tail within petting range. Now that he knows they’re not scared of his appearance, he wants them to associate his form with positive and intimate moments.

Diavolo : Diavolo is positively ecstatic to hear their request! He’s wanted to don his true form while being intimate with them since the start of their relationship, but he’s held back out of worry, not wanting to risk frightening them. Truthfully, he’s not too fond of maintaining a human appearance for so long, and he’s almost too excited to let out his demonic features. Hopefully, they had nothing else planned for the day, because he’s already got them wrapped up in his many wings, with his scaly face pressed against their neck. He plans to take his time with them, practically acting as though it was their first time together again, treating them like a priceless treasure in his clawed grasp, showing them everything he can do in his true form that a human could never hope to accomplish.

Barbatos : Barbatos has been waiting for them to ask this for quite a while, and he can’t keep the small smile off his face when they finally do. While he’s perfectly comfortable in his human form, he feels as though it greatly limits his abilities in the bedroom, and he hates to think that he’s not pleasing them to the best of his abilities. He knows that his true form isn’t something a human would be used to, though, so he waited until they were confident enough to bring it up themselves. He sees it as taking the next step in their relationship in a way, knowing that they not only are willing to accept him for what he is, but that they embrace it. With his extra limbs, slick tail and long, powerful tongue, he’s more than happy to show them how much more skilled he is at servicing them in this form, and he’s also surprised to realise just how sensitive his demonic appendages are.

Simeon : It’s rare for Simeon to feel the need to turn his partner down, but he finds himself initially denying their request when they first ask, coming up with some half baked excuses in an attempt to avoid hurting their feelings. Humans never seem to react well to an angel’s true form and he can’t bear to see them regard him with fear, especially not during such an intimate moment. While his angelic appearance may not be as monstrous as a demons, the extra limbs, many eyes and inhumanly tall frame are more than enough to make him look rather disconcerting. Yet at the same time, he doesn’t like the thought of hiding his true form from them, leaving him conflicted. With enough reassurance, he eventually feels comfortable enough showing them bits and pieces of his angel form at a time, and each night they spend together his human form slips away a bit more. At first it’s just his wings, letting his partner run their hands over his sensitive feathers and getting used to the extra limbs, before slowly showing them more of him. Soon enough, he reaches a point where letting out his angel form around them is like a habit, feeling like it makes their time spent together feel more intimate, especially now that he knows his looks alone won’t scare them away.

[leggerefiore]

howdy, I hope you're having a good day! you've given us your (very good) hcs for Ingo and Emmet's bathing habits but how do the silly choo choo boys feel abt ✨their s/o's wanting to bathe with them ✨ will Emmet finally be convinced to shower with warm water so his darling doesn't d*e? Feel free to interpret this as tame or spicy as you want LOL I'm just someone who's very into the intimacy of showering/bathing with my own partner!

interestingly, another anon requested something similar, i suppose this is in high demand, they asked for sfw so let's stick to that

▲Ingo▼

● He's hesitant at first. His mind immediately travels back to bathing with Emmet in their younger years. The younger kept splashing the older and being an overall nuisance by refusing to stay still. Ingo values his bath as precious relaxation time.

● If you reassure him that you won't ruin is few moments of peace, he'll agree. You don't have a tub big enough for both of you to lay down, so sitting is the preferred position. You'll quickly realize how thorough he is with his bath preparation. Different kinds of oils are added to the water alongside enchantingly scented bubbles. Depending on his mood, he may break out some bath bombs or salt soaks of some sort.

● You'll likely sit facing him, while he's just blissed out the moment he's waist deep in the warm water. He's going to spend a good portion just soaking without any actual cleaning. Eventually, though, he'll pick up a loofah and meticulously scrub himself down until suds cover him. He's very particular, as stated before. Ingo also buys extremely nice bar soaps from a local store.

● When you've bathed together a few times, he lets you scrub him and noticeably enjoys it when you do his back. A small groan left him one time when you applied pressure to a tense spot (perhaps he needs a massage…). He'll do the same for you, his precise nature feels very attentive, and you'll feel extremely take care of. It's down right relaxing how gentle his scrubs are. (He'll sneak a few kisses on your bare skin.)

● In the end, he changes his mind about bathing with other people. Well, at least with you. You help relax more, and he truly appreciates your kindness. Ingo bears more on his shoulders than he tends to realize, but you gently lift that weight away, if only momentarily.

▽Emmet△

○ “No❤”, he speaks; emoji and all. He downright refuses, there is no reason to spend that long in the shower. He has other things to do. You'll have to give him puppy dog eyes and beg him. The cuter you act, the faster he breaks. When he breaks, you're getting fifteen minutes with Emmet in the shower to change his mind.

○ Once you have him in the tub, block his access to the water knobs. He can and will make it freezing because he doesn't see why you would use hot water if cold is perfectly viable. Use the 'boil the frog' method to get him comfortable with hot water. Emmet stands around awkwardly not knowing what to do, by that point he's already cleaned himself.

○ Offer to wash his hair, and he's becoming a bit more convinced. The feeling of your fingers massaging his tense scalp will have him let out a quiet groan. He never realized how stiff his head felt. The warm water bounces off his flesh and a sense of ease overcomes him. His smile becomes softer. He supposes Ingo's affinity for hogging the bathroom had purpose now. (You're also horrified to see the 3in1 body wash, shampoo and conditioner he's using. Stop him.)

○ After you showered together a few times, he's got his hands all over you in the tub. You will have him scrub you head to toe, with multiple breaks for him to kiss and squeeze you. He'll even wash your hair for you if you're alright with him doing that. He fully returns the favour you gave to him and kneads your scalp until your shoulders unconsciously drop. (You also scrub him, but he squirms too much, so it becomes a task.)

○ All in all, he goes from completely opposed to whining for you to shower with him at least three nights out of the week. You taught him a new bonding experience with new, unconsidered affections. Emmet also feels more relaxed after showering with you, which is good for winding down after a long day at the station. He enjoys the quality time with you, most of all.

[westanthewaterman]

The Red Means I Love You - Murdock x GN!Reader

Rating: NSFW

Word count: 3000+

Notes: Maybe SOONer than you think. As with all my Murdock fics, please check the tags before reading! 

TW: blood play, choking, daddy kink, general Murdock warnings, there’s a guy taped to a chair gets killed but it’s not explicitly described, also the reader is described as wearing a dress and lace underwear but no pronouns or specific body parts are used

MASTERLIST - AO3

You walk down the stairs slowly, eyes adjusting to the dim lighting of the hallway leading into Murdock’s workshop. Peering in through the open doorway, you scan the room curiously. It’s quiet save for a soft whimpering noise and Murdock’s deep, pleased humming. He is standing on the other side of the room with his back to you, a knife in his gloved hands, one you recognize well from very different situations.

Well, maybe not terribly different situations. The guy in the chair is a change though.

Murdock’s eyes meet yours and he smiles, setting his knife down on the table beside him and sauntering over to you. The man ducktaped to the chair behind him screams through the gag in his mouth, probably trying to tell you to run or get help, but you pay him no mind, focusing solely on the killer standing in front of you. 

“Petal, you know you’re not supposed to be down here while I’m working.” He ducks down slightly so the two of you can be eye to eye. 

“I…I’m sorry,” you mumble. Your eyes are glued to the blood smeared across his leather gloves and how it shines in the room’s dim lighting. 

“It’s alright. Is everything okay? Did you need me for something?”

You can’t seem to focus on one thing at a time, overwhelmed by everything going on - the man tied to the chair, his blood dripping all over the concrete floor, the way Murdock licks his lips. 

“Petal?” Murdock pulls off one of his gloves, slipping it into his pocket, and curls a finger under your chin, tilting your face up towards him. “Are you alright?”

You nod, looking up at him with wide eyes. 

Something has started a fire inside you and warmth settles low in your gut. You’re light-headed and out of breath, adrenaline pumping freely through your veins. With shaky hands, you grab the front of Murdock’s shirt to ground yourself. 

A knowing smile settles itself on Murdock’s face and his eyes rake over you, taking in the way yours keep flitting around the room, always returning to him. You’re scared, he would be able to tell even without the white-knuckle grip you have on his shirt, but you’re also curious, hungry. 

“Do you want me to walk you back upstairs?”

“N-No.” You shake your head slowly like you haven’t quite convinced yourself it’s the right answer. 

“No? What do you want then?”

Your eyes drop to the floor and you let go of his shirt in favor of wringing your hands, an unconscious habit he finds particularly cute. 

“Could I…stay?”

His knowing smile turns into a lascivious smirk. His ungloved hand gets a tight hold on your waist and Murdock pulls you flush against his chest, ducking down to press his lips to your ear. 

“Are you sure, petal? Do you really want to stay and watch me work? It’s going to be quite…messy.”

The man behind him, who Murdock has honestly completely forgotten about, cries out but he pays him no mind, his attention focused solely on the way your breath hitches at his words. Murdock knows if he were to press his lips to your neck he’d be able to feel the pulse racing beneath your skin. 

“P-Please.” Your voice is barely a whisper when you finally speak, gazing up at him with a pleading look he’s used to seeing in very different situations. 

“Alright, but you tell me if you want to leave, otherwise you stay where I tell you and try to be quiet, okay?”

You nod and he tuts, tapping a finger against your lips with a raise of his eyebrow. 

A flush settles across your cheeks and your eyes drop to the floor. “Y-Yes, Daddy.”

Murdock groans low in his throat and presses a kiss to your mouth, tracing the tip of his tongue along your bottom lip before taking one of your hands and guiding you to a chair a few feet away from where his victim sits helplessly.

“You stay right here, alright?”

“Okay.”

You watch with rapt attention as Murdock turns back to his victim on the other side of the room, picking up his knife once again and twirling it between deft fingers. 

“So, my friend,” he says to the other man, a saccharine sweetness in his voice, “it seems we have an audience. What do you say we put on a show for my little darling?”

The man shakes his head frantically, helplessly pulling against his bonds. His eyes keep darting back to you as if he expects you to do something, but you just lean back in your chair, eyes focused solely on Murdock. 

The killer looks at you over his shoulder, giving you a slow once over with a lazy smirk. “This is going to be fun.”

Watching Murdock work is like watching any expert who excels at their craft. He’s calculating, efficient, and deadly. And he does exactly what he says he will - he puts on a show just for you. 

When it’s all said and done, when the man in the chair is no more than a body, limp and lifeless, Murdock finally sets his knife down once more. He turns to look at you and smirks at the sight before him. 

You’re restless, fidgeting in your seat, rubbing your thighs together in a desperate attempt for friction. That simmering fire in your stomach has exploded into a volatile inferno, setting every nerve ending in your body on high alert. You can hear your blood pumping in your ears, can feel your pulse racing at your throat. 

Murdock saunters over to you slowly, kneeling down between your legs and resting his hands on your knees. Blood from his gloves paints streaks over your skin as he slides his hands up your thighs, pushing the hem of your dress up as he goes. 

The deep, crimson red is such a juxtaposition to the color of your skin and he can’t recall ever seeing something so beautiful. He tilts his head up, licking his lips as he meets your eyes. 

You stare down at him with pure, unadulterated want. Your lips are parted and the way your chest heaves from the adrenaline draws his attention to your chest so perfectly framed by the low-cut dress you’re wearing. 

“What did you think of the show, petal?” Murdock leans down to nose along your inner thigh, the tip of his tongue darting out to lick some of the blood from your skin. 

You gasp and a tremor runs through your body. Your hands haven’t moved from their place at your sides, white-knuckling the edges of your seat. 

He looks up at you with a wicked smirk. “Well?”

“I-I…” You cut yourself off with a small whimper and bite your lip. 

“Oh, you loved it, didn’t you? I could tell by the way you were rubbing these gorgeous thighs together the whole time. This is what you wanted, wasn’t it? You wanted me to put on a show for you. You wanted to drive me wild with all your sweet, little noises.”

“Murdock.”

“Ah, ah, petal. You know what you’re supposed to say.”

“Daddy.”

With a pleased moan, Murdock nudges your thighs further apart until he can see the white lace hiding between them. 

“Fuck,” he growls, “that’s not fair, petal. You know how much Daddy loves you in white lace…god.”

“I-I know.”

“Of course you do, this is what you wanted to happen when you came down here, isn’t it? You wanted to sit here and distract Daddy while he tries to work. Was that your plan, petal?”

You nod your head, eyes dropping to the floor. Having his full attention like this always gets you so flustered. Your heart pounds in your chest as you fight the urge to close your legs. 

Murdock ducks down to press kisses up and down your thighs, licking the blood off your skin. He brings his still gloved hand up to your mouth, the leather cold against your lips. “Why don’t you get it clean for me, darling?”

With a small whimper, you take two of his fingers into your mouth, laving your tongue over the leather. The metallic taste of blood floods your mouth and you moan, shutting your eyes to concentrate on the task at hand. 

You take your time with each of his fingers, swirling your tongue around the tip before such each one into your mouth, making sure to get them completely clean.  He groans when you take his thumb into your mouth, sucking the blood off and bobbing your head up and down slightly. Once all of his fingers are clean, you focus your attention on his palm, giving it long, slow licks, smearing the crimson liquid over your lips. 

Murdock is watching you with hunger and unrestrained lust in his eyes. “Such a tease, petal. You know just how to get Daddy riled up, don’t you?”

Once you’ve finished cleaning off his glove, Murdock removes it, tucking it into his pocket with the other one and planting his hands on your thighs. He ghosts his fingertips over your soft skin, reaching between your legs to palm you through the lace of your underwear.

“Oh look at this, you’re practically dripping. I can feel how ready you are through these cute panties. Do you want me to take them off?”

You nod frantically but he raises an eyebrow in your direction, giving you a look you know all too well. Licking your lips, you speak softly. “Yes please, Daddy.”

“Good, so good for me.”

Murdock reaches under your skirt to grab the waistband of your panties and slips the underwear over your hips and down your legs, tucking them into his back pocket with a wicked smirk. Your breath catches and you swallow around the lump in your throat, the dark look he’s giving you making you feel so small and exposed. You can’t help but love it. 

“You’ve been so good for me tonight, petal, dressing up for Daddy, being nice and quiet while he works. I think you deserve a reward for such good behaviour, what do you think?”

“Y-Yes, please.”

“How do you want Daddy to fuck you, darling?”

Warmth spreads across your cheeks and you look up at him with wide, pleading eyes. “From behind, please?”

“Oh this is going to be a treat. Go on then, turn around. Let Daddy see that gorgeous ass of yours.”

You both stand up and Murdock helps you reposition onto your knees on the chair, your back to him. He pushes your skirt up to your waist and groans, reaching out to palm your ass. 

“It’s a shame you haven’t been naughty. I’d love to smack this cute ass of yours until it’s red and aching.”

A whimper leaves your lips at the thought. You wiggle your hips, silently asking for more. Murdock indulges you, nudging your legs as far apart as they can go on the chair and slipping a hand between your thighs. He feel the evidence of your arousal coating his palm as he begins to touch you, stroking over flushed and sensitive skin, pulling soft moans from you. 

“You’re so ready for me, aren’t you? Is this all from watching me work?”

“M-Maybe.”

He purrs. “Perhaps you could help me next time, what would you think of that?”

The moan that leaves your throat is desperate and hungry, making him chuckle. Murdock presses two fingers to your entrance, rubbing them over it teasingly before slipping them inside, making you arch your back.

“It would be so much fun. I could show you the ropes, teach you all the best places to cut, the best places to bleed dry. You’d look so good wielding one of my knives, covered in blood as you make your prey scream.”

“Please.” You rest your forehead against the back of the chair, pushing your hips into his hands. “Please Daddy, I need you so bad.”

“I know you do, petal. You always need Daddy, more than anything, don’t you? You were made for this, made for me.”

His fingers inside you curl to perfectly hit that sensitive spot and you shove your knuckles into your mouth to hold back your moans. However, Murdock wraps his free hand around the front of your throat, pulling you towards him. His hand on you forces you to arch your back so that you can bend backwards to look up at him. 

He smirks down at you, wetting his bottom lip and pulling it between his teeth. “You know you’re not supposed to quiet yourself, sweetheart. You belong to Daddy. Your noises belong to Daddy, and I want to hear you.”

A particularly hard thrust of his fingers rips a moan out of your throat and this time you let it happen, staring up at him with wide, pleading eyes. 

“Much better. You’re getting so close already, aren’t you? Do you want me to fuck you now?”

“Yes, yes, please, I need it so bad.”

“Good.”

Murdock pulls his fingers out of you and reaches down to undo his belt. He opens his pants just enough to pull out his cock, making a show of stroking over himself slowly, knowing you’re watching. He rests one hand on the back of the chair for leverage and uses the other to guide the head of his cock to your entrance, sliding it over you teasingly before pushing in slowly. 

You both groan as he fills you, sliding in inch by inch. You squeeze your eyes shut and get a white-knuckle grip on the chair, gritting your teeth as you try to keep from moving back onto him. 

“Fuck,” he sighs into your ear, the baritone of his voice sending shivers down your spine, “you always feel so good. No matter how many times we do this, no matter how many times I fuck you, you’re always so goddamn tight.”

Once his hips are flush with yours, Murdock stills to take a few deep breathes, pressing his forehead to the center of your back. Whining quietly, you finally allow yourself to push your hips back against him, forcing a grunt from his mouth. 

“Sh, petal, Daddy will take care of you.”

He pulls out slowly until only the head of his cock is still inside you, pausing for just a second before slamming back into you, pressing you into the chair. He continues to repeat the motion, every powerful thrust of his hips forcing the air from your lungs. 

You moan helplessly and all you can do is roll your hips back into every thrust. Murdock ducks down to trail a line of kisses over your shoulder, stopping to suck a mark into the skin at the crook of your neck. 

“So good, you feel so good around my cock.”

One of his hands reaches down your front to slip between your legs while the other wraps around your throat, squeezing just enough to make it slightly harder to breathe. 

“Daddy, fuck,” you moan, squeezing your eyes shut. 

“That’s it. Feels so good when Daddy fucks you, doesn’t it? I want you to get lost in it, darling. I want you to forget about everything else except my cock inside you.”

Your brain is completely fogged over, the only coherent thoughts you can make are about how good he feels inside you and how desperately you want to cum. The only things leaving your mouth are your sounds of pleasure and desperate pleas for more. 

A particularly well positioned thrust of his hips, sends the head of his cock right into your sweet spot, making you see stars. You’re getting so close, rushing frantically towards that edge, and Murdock can tell by the way you’re clenching around him.

“Are you going to cum for me, petal?”

You nod frantically. “Y-Yes, I need it.”

“Then you can ask nicely. Go on, beg Daddy to cum.”

“Please, Daddy, please, I’m so close. It feels so good. I can’t hold on any longer.”

Murdock presses his lips to your ear, tightening the hand around your neck. “Cum for Daddy. Now.”

And you do. God, you do. You clamp down around him, arching your back and letting out a long moan. Pleasure courses through you, adrenaline flooding your veins. Murdock fucks you through your orgasm, speeding up his thrusts until he’s slamming in and out of you.

He’s groaning behind you, muttering curses under his breath through gritted teeth. You whimper as the pleasure begins to bleed into overstimulation, writhing against him.

“Daddy,” you whine, “want you to cum inside me.”

“Oh, I will. I’m going to - fuck - I’m going to fill you up so I can watch it drip out of you. You look so good covered in blood and my cum leaking out of you.”

A few more thrusts and Murdock is cumming with a shout, stilling his hips as he cums inside you, flooding your body with warmth. You deflate in his arms, leaning back against him for support as he catches his breath. 

Murdock laughs softly. “You okay, petal?”

You nod, not trusting your words. 

He pulls out of you slowly, tucking himself back into his pants and watching the way his cum begins to drip out of you. He scoops it up with two fingers and presses them back inside you, making sure not to waste a drop. 

“You did so good, petal.” Murdock scoops you into his arms, making you squeal. “Why don’t we go upstairs and have a bath?”

You loop your arms around his neck, dropping your eyes to the floor. “Did you…really mean what you said, about teaching me?”

He grins. “Every word, but only if you want to. I would never force it on you.”

“I-I think I do.”

Pressing a kiss to your forehead, Murdock heads for the stairs. “I have much to teach you. Oh, it’s going to be so much fun.”