#how can two such cute and fluffy people be so messy

[reginaphalangelobster125]

Little Braids

Peter Parker x Platonic Parent Figure Reader

Summary: You tell Peter about your braids and he wants some.

Warnings: very angsty, still mourning over major character deaths

Notes: This is set sometime after DSMOM, reader is some kind of immortal being (could just be a longer lifespan than humans, like Asgardians), reader has magical powers, reader and Peter live together

Word Count: 1,017

You stood at the sink, washing some dishes when Peter came out of his room. He had just woken up so he was sleepy eyed and his hair was messy and fluffy. You looked at him and smiled for a moment.

"What?" He laughed out as he noticed you staring.

"How come you always put gel in your hair?"

"I don't really like the fluffy thing"

"Really? It's so cute!"

"Really?"

"Yeah, you look adorable when you come out in the morning with your fluffy bed hair"

"I have kinda thought about doing something different but I don't know"

"I think you'd look great"

"Thanks. While we're on the subject, why do you always have little braids in your hair?"

"They're for the people I've lost"

"Oh, I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything"

"No, it's okay. Most people don't care or sometimes don't even notice, it's nice to talk about them"

"Oh okay, well then, who are they for?"

"The two behind my ears are for Tony and Nat, the two at the top of the right side of my head are for two old friends from Asgard"

"You know people from Asgard, that aren't Thor?"

You laughed lightly at his intrigue "Yes, I knew many people in Asgard. These two are for Thor's mother and brother"

"Loki? The guy who invaded New York?"

"He wasn't always like that, something bad happened that made him snap. He was actually very sweet when he was younger"

"Did you spend a lot of time with him?"

"Yes, Frigga taught us magic, I can't even count the hours Loki and I practised seidr together"

"That's the magic you use?"

"Not all of the time, I used a variety of mixed magic. Some seidr, some mystical arts Doctor Strange magic, I never know what they call that, it's had a few names. I have magic naturally within me as well"

"Like Wanda?"

"Yeah, like Wanda"

You look down for a moment, remembering your old friend "See these two braids on my left, those are for Wanda and Vis, and the two smaller ones next to them are for Billy and Tommy"

"Who are Billy and Tommy?"

"Wanda wasn't very well after what happened to Vision, no one would be, and she used her magic on a small town"

"I remember that, it was on the news"

"Yes, well, she also created fictional children, Billy and Tommy"

"Oh"

"The thing is in every other universe they're real, just not this one"

"Oh, is that why Wanda went kinda...."

"Yeah, yeah it is"

You took a deep breath and gripped the kitchen counter tightly, sending a small crack through it.

"Shit, not again" You muttered under your breath.

"I can go to my room or go patrolling if you want"

"No, it's fine. I need to be able to deal with this eventually"

You took another deep breath and smiled at Peter "So, you wanna do something different with your hair?"

"Uh, yeah"

"What are you thinking? I used to be a hairdresser for a while so I can help"

"You were a hair dresser?"

"Yeah, I think it was the 1950s or 60s on earth at the time, I get a bit mixed up when I go from planet to planet"

"Wow, that's pretty cool"

"Thanks, so you got any ideas?"

"I kinda really liked your braids, you know, how they mean something. If that's okay, I'm sorry, I just shouldn't have said anything"

"No, no, that's fine, it's kind of one of the cutest things ever. You wanting to be like me, because I'm a super duper amazing role model"

He let out a small chuckle "Yeah, you're pretty fantastic"

"So, do you want one for Tony and one for May?"

"Yeah and um I though maybe two little ones for Ned and MJ, I know they didn't die but"

"I get it. To you they are gone. I'm sorry I couldn't do anything"

"I get it, there are universes to save and you were busy"

Neither of you said anything for a moment, the tension made the air feel thick.

"Wait, who's the other braid for, the one sorta near the middle?"

"Steve, I still visit him but, he-he's not the same. The Steve Rogers I knew has been gone for a long time"

"I'm sorry"

"Ah well, it's all a part of getting older I suppose" You joked as you bit back the tears forming in your eyes "So, four then?"

"Yeah"

Peter sat down and you put the braids on the sides of his head, just above his ears. He got up to look in the mirror and came out with a big smile on his face.

"These are amazing, thank you"

"N-no problem, kid"

"What's wrong?" He saw you sitting on the couch fiddling with your hands and sniffling.

"Nothing, 's fine"

"Did I do something wrong? Is it the braids? I'm really sorry"

You looked Peter straight in the eyes and cupped his face in your hands "Peter, you never need to apologise to me, I'm here for you no matter what and I'll always be here for you. You are more than I ever could have asked for and you make everyday better. I want you to feel comfortable with me and I don't want you to feel like you need to apologise for everything"

"I just, I feel like I mess up everyone's lives just by being in them and I-I don't wanna lose you too"

"Sweetheart" You said softly, quietly.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and placed your hands on the back of his neck, stroking his hair gently. You planted a small, sweet kiss to the top of his head and rested your head on his, holding him close for a moment. His arms moved to your waist, hugging you back tightly, too afraid to let go.

"In case you hadn't noticed, my life can't get much more messy"

He laughed softly through quiet sobs.

"I love you Peter Parker and that will never change"

"I love you too"

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[easy-there-leftovers]

hey! I was wondering if maybe you can do a Spencer Reid imagine where he is your best friend and you came home with a bloody nose or something due to a fight? You try to avoid him but maybe you pass out from pain or something? Super cute and fluffy

Didn't end up quite doing the ignoring part-- but we shall prevail!!

"What happened to you?" He was immediately by your side, but you elected to make a beeline to your kitchen sink and wash the blood off of your face.

Spencer loved Friday nights.

Studies have shown that people tend to be happier on the weekends, with its effect especially pronounced on Friday nights. Due to the day signifying the end of an average 9-5 work routine, people instinctively look forward to the rest and relaxation they can obtain once they enter their homes.

But Spencer loved it because that's when he got to spend time with you.

The both of you had agreed to set Friday as your weekly allotted "de-stress night" where the two of you would decide, based on a list of shared interests, what stimulating activity you would indulge in. (Though when his co-workers heard about this, they said it was boring and that there was no way it wasn't a euphemism for something else.)

This Friday was supposed to be an Italian Neorealism movie night where you would watch the classics.

He never anticipated you would come back looking like you were from one of the classics.

Much less laughing at him with a weird voice.

"I'm fine, doctor! Terribly sorry you had to see that."

That was definitely doing nothing to comfort him.

"Well-- I'm not fine!"

He went to grab some ice from your fridge and folded it into his handkerchief. Moving around your apartment like he owned the place, before bringing you to look at him and placing the makeshift ice pack on to your nose.

You were completely out of it. Barely even comprehending it was Spencer in front of you if it weren't for his telltale messy curls and soothing scent.

You giggled and nuzzled into his hand that was trying to keep your head upright. Looking up at him as you did.

"Oh my beautiful companion, you should've seen the other guy."

He feels his face flushes under your affection but shakes it away as he continues to fuss over you.

"How about we go sit down?"

He leads you to your couch carefully. Sitting down first and allowing you to use his body as support while you try to hold the cold pouch onto your face.

When it's your turn to sit however, you opt to instead lay your head on his awaiting lap. Deeming it more comfortable in your current state.

There's a lot of loaded emotions in his sigh, but he makes no move to push you off of him. Used to having this much contact with you.

Though usually not under these pretenses.

When he tries to ask about what happened again, you turn to look at him with a sincere expression.

"You know that I love you, right?" He nods, but not without feeling that pinch in his heart.

"You're my best friend and I would do anything for you. Which is why I didn't like it when my friends were saying mean things about you."

Now that, is unsurprising.

He had met a few of your friends before as he practically lived in your space, but he knew they were just trying to be polite. It was obvious they didn't like him.

In a way, it shouldn't have mattered. He wasn't the one who hung out with them, so who cared about what they said?

But you did. And if they didn't like him, it was only a matter of time before you had to choose if it was them and him. And he didn't want you to have to do that.

Then again, part of the reason was because he was dreading your answer.

He stares at your reflection in the TV and urges you to continue.

"To be fair, I think I was just looking for an excuse to pummel them. They were always my least favorite." You laugh out.

They never liked Spencer. Always going on and on about how he was boring, or how he was annoyingly awkward, or how he only ever got in the way when they wanted to hand out with you.

You feel your best friend card his fingers through your hair as you rant. Your thought and words becoming increasingly more coherent as he does.

"So I punched them."

Spencer sighs out your name, but you interrupt him.

"I know what you're going to say. That it's a stupid reason, or that there is no reason to ever resort to violence, but that's how I reacted, okay? I was just really mad and disappointed."

You move the ice pack a little higher on your face when you feel your hold slipping.

"We're probably never going to be friends again, but I don't care." He shakes his head at that.

"You can't just break off those kinds of relationships, you know?" He didn't want you to lose friends just because you felt bad about him.

He knew more than anyone what it was like to be alone. To not have anyone he could rely on.

He didn't want you to feel that way just because of him.

"Oh, but I can. In fact, I don't care what nasty things they have to say about me, but I will not allow them to rag on you."

The hand in your hair stills.

"Rationally speaking, they're right. It can't be all that fun being stuck with me."

You give him a comforting squeeze on his leg because that was all you could reach and look up at his profile.

"You're important to me, Spencer."

He finally looks down at you and sees you already looking at him. Eyes so full of care and wonder that it makes his heart hurt.

You then reached for his hand to rest in yours.

"And if losing a few friends means that I can keep you being yours? Then it can just be us two. Against the world."

He gives you a heartfelt smile as he nods. Squeezing the weakening hand in his as he does.

At the sight of your eyes starting to droop, he carefully takes the ice pack out of your other hand and puts it on your coffee table.

Moving down your sofa a little bit to make the two of you more comfortable.

While this wasn't how you agreed to spend your night, it didn't matter because he got to spend it with you.

Maybe there was another reason he loved Fridays.

[youleftmenochoicebut]

hiii saw ur post ab requests and i was wondering if you could do some morning fluff with rick like one of the first few days they arrive at alexandria and reader and rick have been sleeping on the floor of the living room with the rest of the group and now that everyone was settled in they left to their own house and reader and rick take the master bedroom and they’re just like waking up after the first night that they’ve slept peacefully and idk some stuff ab judith being a cute baby and carl being happy that his dad looks happier now just fluffy family morning stuff (rick being touchy) THANK YOU UR AN ICON xoxoxoxo

HYPNOTIC.

pairing. — rick grimes x fem!reader

summary. — it feels surreal to finally feel somehow at peace after months of being non-stop on the road.

warnings. — fluff, may be a bit off when it comes to the timing and all cause i haven’t watched twd in a while, age gap (its a rick fic, duh), use of y/n

a/n. — of course inspiration comes to me when i have to study! thanks for the request!! i love rick sm it’s concerning.

the morning sunlight hits you harder then you thought it would, the rays of sunshine making you blink awake. for a moment your body is back in fight-or-flight mode, your mind confused and sure you’re still out there. it makes you jolt up, and only when you take in your surroundings, you feel yourself relax again.

you’re safe. or at least as safe as you can be in a closed community of people you and your group don’t know or trust. you sigh, stretching your hands over your head with a yawn, and glance down at the empty space next to you on the bed. it’s cold, so Rick must’ve left your bed quite some time ago. you go to brush your teeth, brushing out your messy hair while you’re in the bathroom, and decide to go find your boyfriend.

it’s still strange to call him that. your boyfriend. and your relationship isn’t one that happened gradually. it actually just… happened. one night, a few weeks ago, when you where trying to find any crumble of left civilization with the rest of your group, the dam broke. Rick has opened his heart and mind to you, the only person who’s always been caring and patient with him ever since that first meeting at the farm. it ended in a sloppy makeout session against one of the trees, desperately not wanting to wake anyone up. and that’s how it went, the two of you being together ever since.

you smile to yourself as you make your way downstairs, bare feet not making much noise on the wooden steps, and you deliberately stop in the entry to the kitchen. the sight melts your soul then and there, Judith sat on the kitchen island with Rick moving around the space and cooking. he’s actually cooking, humming under his breath and murmuring something to Judith every few seconds even if the one year old can’t answer. you see Carl too, the teenage boy perched up on one of the stools, watching his dad with a grin on his face.

Carl is also the first one to notice you, and you swear his smile brightens when he does, waving at you to come closer.

„good morning, sleepyhead.” Rick turns to face you, and you realize he’s fresh shaven, the lack of beard aging him backwards a good couple of years. you raise your eyebrows while you approach him, reaching out your hands to put them on his cheeks.

„morning.” you murmur, standing up on your tiptoes to lean in and plant a quick peck against his lips, pulling back as fast. „i kinda liked the beard.” you muse, looking over his shoulder to see what he’s cooking.

your mouth waters, the scent of eggs filling your nostrils and you smile down at the pan. only a few seconds pass before you feel his arms wrap around your waist, pressing his torso onto your back and leaving soft kisses over the skin of your shoulder and neck. it’s sweet and domestic, the kind he gives in public, not like the ones he gives you when you’re hot and bothered in some private spot for a quickie.

„oh yeah? well then, i’ll just have to grow it out again.” he rasps out into your ear, and you nod, making yourself the boss in the situation again, glancing up at Carl.

„two eggs or three?” you ask the boy softly, meanwhile his father keeps attacking you with light caresses. „no, don’t answer that. you’re getting three.”

Carl only chuckles and he looks like he’s pondering over something before deciding against it in his head, just nodding.

the four of you eat your breakfast in relative silence, you feeding yourself and Judith at the same time, the little girl an embodiment of an angel. Rick leaves right after breakfast, your lips meeting his in a long, passionate kiss after which he walks out the door, so you’re left with the kids.

you start to gather up the dirty dishes, skipping over to the sink with the plates and forks, putting on the water. for a moment you stare at the droplets, a sigh escaping your mouth, and soon you start washing all the platters.

“Y/N…” Carl says suddenly, and you almost jump up, honestly thinking the boy had walked away by now, and you turn around to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

“i’m glad you’re with my dad.” he adds with a small smile, shrugging as he runs his fingers through his hair. “he’s happy again. like he was before the apocalypse.”

your heart flutters at his comment, and you smile back at him, shaking your head. “i’m glad i’m with your dad too, Carl.”

[chubbycelebs]

Donut Lover Boys (part 1)

In a little retail park down the road from the university campus, there was a little donut shop cafe. Nestled between a Tesco Express and some fast food chain restaurant resided the small pink and white shop. The sweet smell of fresh donuts wafted out the store every time the door opened, filling the surround area with the tempting scent. Inside the cafe there were a few tables scattered around the floor, occupying the space by the front windows. The glass cabinets were displaying huge round glistening donuts. Row after row filled with the multicoloured sweetness. 

The quaint little shop always had a steady stream of customers. Being close to the campus many customers were students with a few middle aged and older people coming in early before the students get up. Of course there were the regulars that would return every few days to get a spread of donuts. 

Behind the till worked a very driven, but quiet, kind, but awkward, handsome and cute third year student; Will Baker. Will had moved to the town for university 2 years ago. He decided to work hard and make money during his years at University so got a small part time job at the cafe. He’s been working there 2 years almost and loves the place. Due to a difficult time at secondary school, being bullied a lot for being gay, he thrived being away from all that and starting a new life here. Despite working with sugary, fatty foods all day, Will had a slim figure. The pink apron wrapped tightly around his waist and flat stomach, hugging his back, displaying his little round buttocks sat in his jeans. Wills body hadn’t really changed much over the years. Apart from gradually getting hairier, (as happens with all men as they age) with a fluffy trail growing out of his boxers and reaching his belly button and a light peach fuzz over his perky ass, Will had and always will be a slim guy. 

One warm late September afternoon, around 2:30, the door swung open as Will was in the back cleaning up the machines that make the donuts. He heard the loud noises of men entering the cafe, loud booming laughs and mocking words being shouted about. These were Wills least favourite kind of customers. He never liked loud athletic sporty lads that would travel in packs. Those were the exact type of people who bullied him in school. Will took a deep breath and walked to the counter. His suspicions were correct, a group of jocks had just waltzed into the cafe, all jeering and pointing at the donuts. “How can I help you guys?” Will asked a little reluctant to be talking to them.  

“Hiya mate. Can we get two boxers of 12 donuts please mate?” The biggest of the group was the one talking to Will. Despite his active life style and huge arm muscles, Will couldn’t help but notice the tight pressing of a gut against his small tshirt. I guess for a big guy he’s gotta eat a lot Will thought to him self. 

“Yeah sure” Will said grabbing two 12 boxes, “what donuts would you guys like?” Will then spent nearly 10 minutes going through every donut and the boys all getting their picks of donuts. Finally the two boxes were filled with sugary treats and the big guy at the front paid and took the boxes. To Wills horror the boys didn’t exit but instead all took a seat and sat in the cafe. All of them… but one. 

Logan Gourmand was stood slowly walking towards the counter as he laughed with one of his friends, not acknowledging Will stood there admiring him. His body wasn’t filled with muscles but was obviously toned and very well built, the gym like clothes he wore emphasising his toned arms and slim waist. He had dark, almost black hair that was messy and out of his face, leaving his handsome face on full display. Finally Logan stopped his conversation with one of his mates and locked eyes with Will. A smile was etched across his face, revealing perfect white teeth. God. Could a man get anymore attractive? Will thought as his heart quickened in pace. 

“Erm hi!” Logan said almost awkwardly. 

“Hiya. Erm how can I help you?” Will said this with a tenderer tone then with the other guy. 

“Erm could I get a Cappuccino please? Extra milky please.” 

“Yes yes of course I’ll get right on it” Will sprung to action working away at the coffee machine. He could sense that Logan had his eyes on him the whole time. 

“You go to university here then… erm… Will?” He had looked at Wills staff name badge that was pinned on his pink apron. 

“Yeah I do yeah. Doing erm food science and nutrition. Kinda boring” Will tried to joke but Logan didn’t laugh. 

“No no not at all. Very important job. especially at a donut shop.” Logan started walking towards the glass cabinets of donuts. “Need to know exactly how many of these sugary treats it would take to pop your jeans open” He followed this up with a little chuckle and looked over at Will who also was giggling at his comment. 

“Haha yeah exactly. A very important skill when working in place where people order 24 of these treats” Will said quieter as Logan and himself were pretty much face to face across the counter top as Will finished getting his coffee ready for him. 

Logan chuckled breaking eye contact but quickly reinstating it. “You’re funny you. I like it.”

Will turned a little red in the face at this comment. He looked away from Logan sliding his order across the counter top to him. “Ah no thats not me I’m not funny.”

“Oh you are definitely. Nothing more I enjoy than making fun of those meat heads” Logun replied looking back at his friend group. 

“You not fond of them?” Will asked being a it nosey now. 

“Well they are alright. Nice bunch of lads. Just nothing behind their eyes or between their ears.” Will chuckled at this. “Prefer guys who I can have a proper laugh with” Logan said turning back to Will who was once again pink in the face and unable to answer him. “Thanks for the coffee mate.” He gives Will a smile and walks to his group of friends. He sits down and takes a donut and takes a bite out of it. 

Will was in shock at the whole interaction. Was he flirting with him? Was he just being nice? Logan still kept looking over at Will as he worked and cleaned. His eyes on him didn’t bother Will, in fact knowing that he wouldn’t look away made him excited. 

An hour passed and finally the loud group of lads decided to get up and leave. Between them all they had cleared the 24 donuts and left nothing but the slightly sugary boxes. As they all got up, Logan collected the boxes and his empty coffee cup and walked back up to the counter. “Thanks for putting up with them” he said placing the boxers on the counter for Will to take. 

“Don’t worry about it. Get guys like that all the time coming in.” Unlike before, Logan wasn’t making eye contact with him. Instead darting around the cafe. 

“Erm just wondering, and it’s fine if not don’t worry about it but if you were free maybe going out somewhere sometime?” 

Wills heart leapt. Had he just been asked out on a date by this guy? An attractive and very charming man? “Oh erm. Like a date?”

“Not if you don’t want to? I just wanna get to know you better that’s all.” He looked at Will who was still shocked and didn’t answer straight away. “You know what forget it. It’s stupid of me to ask so sorry” Logan looked down at the ground and started slowly walking away. 

“Oh no no come back. I erm, I would love to go on a date with you.” Will said going for it and following his heart, which pounded hard and fast against his chest. “But I’m working all this week till late.” Logun moved forward bsck to the counter. “I don’t wanna wait till next week to see you again.” 

“Well I guess I’ll have to really get into donuts then huh?” Will laughed at this comment as well as feeling a warmth in the pit of his stomach. He’d never felt like this for anyone before. 

Wills dating history wasn’t large at all. He had a toxic situation ship at the end of college with a “straight” man who would only want Will to suck his dick for him. Then when he came to university he slept with the first gay guy he found in the club. However the demon twink he had slept with was very judgemental of Wills body and would tell him things he didn’t like about it after they’d had sex. He’d recently seen this guy again in a club just last week. His twink like body had ballooned and swelled into one of a lazy greedy pig. He seemed to be blissfully ignorant of his gain as he sported a tight mesh crop top that showed off his jiggly love handles, found belly and his burger nipples that sat atop his drooping moobs. Whilst Will felt no attraction to the man he saw that night due to his hideous personality, he couldn’t help but admire his wobbling body in the club. 

“You’re going to sit here whilst I work all week then?” Will replied after a pause of silence to calm him self down. 

“Of course. I’ll wait and talk to you all day. And then next week we can go on our date. Sound good donut boy?” Logan teased as he leaded further over the counter, his body pressed against the glass display. 

“That sounds like the sweetest treat anyone could ask for” Will said back jokingly. The two boys giggled, exchanged goodbyes and Logan left the cafe looking back at Will who stood there grinning from ear to ear. 

He could not believe what the last hour or so had been like. He’d never had such a caring guy give him attention. Will spent the remainder of this shift smiling and slightly skipping around the cafe. He was very excited to find out where this relationship was going to take him. 

Hey guys! Sorry I’ve been gone for a while. I’ve had very little interest to post stuff on this account (still been active and enjoying content). Nothing struck me and then one night as I sat in bed eating a box of donuts to my self I had a thought about this story idea. I am very excited to be writing this story. I will try and get out a part every other day but I am very busy still so bare with me. I really hope you all enjoy the start of this story. I think the direction it’s going to go is really exciting and slightly different to what I’ve done before. Let me know anything you’d like to see on my page at all and I’ll add it to the list. Thank you all for you patience and I hope you enjoy!

[venusbby]

haiii idk if ur doing rq but-

can u pls do bllk bois with their kids and wife🙏maybe them attending a game or going out and the public/media recognises them or something and blah blah blah they become the talk of the town cuz of their resemblance or something like that🤷‍♀️idk just a suggestion, it's entirely up to u. i just want some fluffy family moments😭

do whoever u want and can, and it's a-okay if u can't or don't wanna do it😭👍

p.s if u end up doing it can u pls give the kids names🥹

ok i'll stfu now🫶

family time !!

🍂 characters/pairings: itoshi sae, mikage reo, itoshi rin x reader (seperate ofc)

🍂 warnings: ages of the kids are not specified (sorry idk how kids work sorry), nicknames like "ma" and "mommy" and "mom" used for reader, sae is the best hubby ever, reo is spoiling his daughter left and right, rin almost curses (almost!!), mention of paparazzi in rin's part, reader tears up a little at the end of rin's part (not angst, don't worry)

🍁 note: here u go anon!!!! im so so so sorry for making you wait for so long. your idea was adorable!!! i hope this makes up for it <3333 thank you for requesting. also i don't know the first thing about kids. like i genuinely don't know what 7 year olds are like. its so funny. pls help anyways enjoy

🍁 what would it be like to have a family with.... ITOSHI SAE?

"kenji, let's stay quiet."

"but... why? it's morning."

"because your mom is sleeping, and we shouldn't disturb others when they're sleeping."

oh, how difficult it was to keep your lips pressed in a straight line and keep your breath steady— when you could clearly feel two pairs of eyes on your sleeping form. sleeping on your side while facing these two was such a challenge.

sae's voice was incredibly low as he spoke to your son, words coming out raspy from how hard he tried to avoid waking you up. the constant shuffling of your son in the middle of the bed made your hands itch with the urge to ruffle his hair, even when your eyes were closed.

you felt another shift, this time a gentle finger pushing away a strand of your hair behind your ear. you'd recognise the touch anywhere, anyhow.

"ma is really pretty." you heard kenji mumble quietly. (that too at the softest volume ever, because he listens to his father and definitely wouldn't want to interrupt your sleep.)

"she is very pretty," sae sighed, staring at your relaxed face, eyes trailing from your eyelashes to your slightly parted lips as you breathed out. "she works hard for us every day, you know?"

your eyes slightly shifted once he said that, and you hoped he didn't notice.

you heard kenji whisper to his dad. "she's not really sleeping, is she?"

he whispered back to him. "nope, we will just wait until she gives up."

you fluttered your eyes open right after. your son giggled loudly and flung himself in your embrace, dragging the sheets underneath his body along with him. sae usually made the bed afterwards, anyway. "i knew it!"

"good morning, ken." you softly kissed the top of his head, flattening down the wild strands of red hair that became messy due to his weird sleeping positions. while your son gave you a very cheerful 'good morning' back, your gaze shifted towards your husband, who was already staring at you with his lips pressed in a line which almost looked like a small smile. "good morning, sae."

"good morning. we are too smart to fall for your tricks, just so you know." sae took your hand, pressing his lips against your soft skin. "did you sleep well?"

you nodded with a sleepy smile on your face. kenji whipped up his head from your chest to look as well, and he smiled too when he realised that you had gotten the rest you deserved after your long family trip yesterday.

sae calmly shifted out of the bed. he stretched, muscles still sore from how long he had to drive the previous day. he looked back at the cute sight of the two most important people in his life, eyes softening. "hey, ken. why don't you help me cook something for ma? you know what she likes for breakfast."

"i know, let's go!"

you watched sae quietly leave the bedroom with your excited son running after him, right on his footsteps, your heart swelling with love and your face bright with a smile.

for you, this is the best way to wake up.

🍁 what would it be like to have a family with... MIKAGE REO?

"baby, are you ready yet?" reo asked.

"almost! are you both already done?"

once you wore your earrings, you swiftly turned to look at reo standing in the bedroom's doorway along with your daughter.

as expected, they were completely ready, with reo in his casual (yet obviously expensive) clothes, your lovely daughter wearing a dress which reached below her knees.

a dress that you certainly don't remember buying for her.

your eyes shifted towards the culprit.

"sora, baby, who got you this dress?" your voice was soft, yet your eyes still stayed on the male who didn't show an ounce of guilt on his pretty face.

she noticed your behaviour and sheepishly pointed to her father, her giggles barely contained.

"okay, i did.. just an hour ago." reo admitted, then looked down at sora, a pout on his face. "you promised you wouldn't say anything!"

she shook her head, running towards you. with heels on, you felt so much taller, and your little kid felt so much tinier. you lifted your hand up for a high five, which was returned by sora immediately. "that's my girl."

reo's pout deepened. he walked towards you too. "hey, i deserve a high five too, sora. didn't i play with you while your mommy was busy getting ready?"

you rolled your eyes playfully, making sure your daughter didn't see. she was in her mimicking age at the moment, you would regret it if she rolled her eyes at any and everything you or your husband said.

reo leaned in for a quick kiss that you granted him, "you look beautiful. both of you do."

"you don't look too bad yourself," you mumbled, sending him a wink, which made his heartbeat speed up. even after all these years.

reo snapped his fingers as you all left the bedroom, gaining the attention of your daughter who was focused on fiddling with the material of your jeans. he asked her in hopes that she'd remember, "what are we going to do today?"

"the ball game!"

"it's... it's called football." reo chuckled at her cuteness, letting her tiny hand slip into his as he bent down slightly to carefully walk down the stairs with her. you followed after them, making sure to check that all the lights on the top floor were off before making it downstairs.

"yeah, football! you play that, right?"

"yes, i do! my sora is so smart!"

you smiled unknowingly behind them, noticing your husband's wide grin. you knew how much it meant to him when your daughter showed interest in football. although he wanted her to decide her own likes and dislikes, he wasn't going to let her inherit a company if she didn't want to— and yes, those thoughts are pretty early on since she's still a toddler, but you know that your husband overthinks. he just wants her to like football so she can have a hobby that she likes.

reo and sora continued to walk outside hand in hand, towards the parking lot.

you called out to your husband while checking the house once more, mentally going through the things you carried in your purse just in case you missed anything. "reo, you better not let her choose one of the cars by saying eenie meenie minie mo or else—"

"too late, our ride has already been chosen!" your husband yelled happily from outside, his laugh echoing loudly as you came outside to find your daughter already seated in her favorite car of the day.

"you are so in trouble," you shook your head as you made your way to the car together. your husband shrugged, "let her have some fun, babe. and i'm absolutely fine with being in trouble." he gave you one of those smiles, earning another eyeroll.

🍁 what would it be like to have a family with... ITOSHI RIN?

"why can't they just leave us the fu- leave us alone when we're with 'kio?" rin huffed, setting down his car keys on the coffee table as you entered the house. your son was already running up the stairs and into your shared bedroom to play with his toys while you and your husband lingered behind him.

"it's alright, rin. calm down." you spoke softly, patting him on the back as you went into the kitchen for a glass of water. he followed. "i just don't get it. we deserve privacy too."

"they weren't bothering us, you know that."

"...i know." he sighed.

"in fact, i just saw an article on the way home. people are going crazy because akio has your eyes, it's so funny." you tried to lighten the mood, succeeding when rin leaned in to look at the article on your phone that you showed him.

he sighed once again, eyeing the picture of the both of you walking on the street with your son in the middle, who had an excited smile on his face while he was looking at you. "he really does have my eyes. and your hair."

you hummed and caressed rin's cheek, soothing him with your quiet voice. "it's no big deal, baby. we can handle the paparazzi."

just then, your son was rushing down the stairs again, blooming with energy from the wonderful lunch you guys had half an hour ago. "i wanna go out again!"

you watched as rin made his way over to akio, seeing him bend down to come eye to eye with the child.

rin observed akio's eyes, finding the resemblance that the public was talking about. a feeling of pride took over his heart. he ruffled the boy's hair. "we will go out again tomorrow. wanna play in the pool for now?"

"only if mom comes too!!"

rin turned his head to look at you, raising his eyebrows in question. he smiled slightly when you nodded and walked towards them.

"of course i'll come! i just need to change. why don't you and your dad go ahead?" you cooed, admiring the two sets of teal eyes that stared at you with admiration and love, akio's being much rounder and bigger than rin's. your husband hummed in agreement.

"let's go, 'kio. i'll give you your favourite floatie."

your son followed after rin as they made their way towards the pool in the backyard, rin sliding the huge glass doors aside to let more of the warm sunlight in.

you knew the pool would calm both of the boys down. it had been a long time since you enjoyed some sun as well. you grinned to yourself as you made your way upstairs to change into some swimming-appropriate clothes, making sure to take some time in order to let akio have some son and father bonding time with his dad.

they were so identical. it was as if a piece of rin was present in akio, and a piece of akio was present in rin. both of them reminded you of each other.

once you came back downstairs, you quietly sneaked a glance towards the boys outside, hearing their muffled voices.

"oh, so you want to play like this?" rin said. the grin on his face made your eyes sting ever so slightly. he splashed some water towards your laughing son who waved his hands around to protect himself from the water.

this is exactly how you imagined rin to be a few years ago, and even though he didn't believe in himself much as a soon-to-be father that time— you knew he had found his safe place now.

[legally-allowed-to-slime]

been receiving asks in various degrees of seriousness (you guys are very nice) so i might as well elaborate on galaxy duo before any actual toxicity leaks in

first of all. i could care less if you love galaxy duo and think they’re fluffy and cute. there’s only so much objective interpretation you can draw from literal cubes, so at a certain point it’s just your biases forming your opinions, same way you can’t build a house with two bricks. personally, i found them interesting, my interest dipped slightly in the latter half of WL, but who knows? their dynamic could change if/when there’s a new season.

a disclaimer in advance: if it wasn’t already apparent by the asks (anyway the only people who will see this are people who were following me already but this is jic), i am a pearl main. i don’t watch scott because i don’t like the editing. therefore my takes are exceedingly biased but so is pearl, so there’s that.

let’s talk about their dynamic pre-WL. for LL, i’ll accept that they were a cute wholesome duo. i didn’t watch LL so i can’t really say anything, but from what i’ve heard they were your regular alliance. and then in DL. well. the Horrors. i’ve said a lot about DL already so we’re going to settle and say, pearl absolutely deserved to be mad at scott. abandoning her and not even considering a polycule was not very open minded of him

anyway throughout LiL and SL she’s still angry at him and wants to kill him, which again, i find fair because of the tilly death do us part sacrifice (i invite you to rethink the implications of that line paired with what he did next. essentially saying “we break up when one of us dies” and then killing yourself. ?).

and then add in the element of gem in SL. trust me she’s relevant. gem and pearl have a thing going on, scott doesn’t like it because he sees it as gem nearly leaving their alliance for his ex, but still, because gem is Gem, he holds back on giving her the jimmy/pearl/joel treatment and still tries to be nice to her.

WL begins. it’s a lot. gem doesn’t like pearl because she viewed it as a betrayal and also she finds it funny to play around with her like that. scott doesn’t like pearl. pearl doesn’t like scott.

this is where it starts to get contentious, but also a hill that i will die on: the Gs were absolutely toxic, at least for the first four episodes. i don’t really feel like pointing out all the clips of the pointed comments, the veiled insults, the DIRECT QUOTE of “we’re a family whether you like it or not”, so i’ll use two examples, one for scott, one for pearl.

pearl borderline sold her alliance out. mumbo and skizz came up to pearl, explicitly told her that they were trying to kill her allies, and she not only agreed but engaged in friendly conversation with them for the entirety of their hiding. when the rest of the Gs came back (even joel commented on how pearl was alone at the base), mumbo even helped pearl cover up.

this is not normal alliance behaviour, and definitely not normal pearl behaviour. if pearl was happy in the alliance she wouldn’t have practically invited two would-be murderers to kill her allies. neither is she unjustified with how scott and cleo dismissed her feelings from DL. look, pearl is one of the most loyal lifers, to the point she faced a messy breakup with gem. even to mumbo she was reluctant to trash talk scott or cleo, but still, she let them make the hole, because plain and simple, the alliance was toxic.

as for scott; scott was more friendly to gem than pearl. see, i told you she was relevant. this is less black-and-white than the mumbo and skizz trap, but in social terms it means a lot. it’s like your bestie siding with your ex instead of you, which if you think about it was exactly what was happening. scott spouts a lot about loyalty, but he thinks about it very plainly: loyalty is killing yourself for your ally. but in fact what he did was push the “antagoniser” narrative onto pearl and reinforce and encourage it. gem said an inch, he said a mile.

not to say gem wasn’t the one who created it in the first place, but as pearl’s ally, scott’s first reaction shouldn’t have been to side with gem (he admits to pearl that he doesn’t know what she did, but that based off gem’s reaction he just assumes that pearl did something wrong, despite KNOWING that gem has beef with pearl from SL and is thus an unreliable narrator). as pearl’s (and impulse’s, but to a lesser extent because impulse kind of deserved it for going on about the cows) ally, he shouldn’t have brought it up at the start of every session and result in pearl defending herself furiously before he dragged pearl and impulse to apologise to gem.

this is not up for debate. wl!pearl did nothing to gem, or to anyone. scott tried to convince her to apologise to gem, for nothing. again, even gem points this out to pearl, and because pearl is loyal to a fault, she says that scott’s her ally.

anyway. the Gs were toxic for at least the first four episodes, full stop.

here’s where it starts to derail slightly (for me, at least): the sacrifice. but, you know, let’s examine the circumstances a little closer. as background information, pearl was the only yellow/red whose allies didn’t try to get them a kill. like, the Gs’ approach to gaining lives is not to kill others but to spend one session doing nothing before the guy with the most lives offers to kill himself. strange. lots of issues, these two.

anyway, scott offers the sacrifice, and pearl’s initial reaction is to refuse. the alliance talks it through, and decides it would take the target off scott’s back and give pearl a life. pearl and scott have pretty similar playstyles, in that while they do engage in more rp than say, grian or jimmy, they are also, in a way, sweats. the sacrifice was discussed logically, practically, and it turned out to be a logical decision because without it pearl would’ve permadied a few sessions too early.

here’s where i was a little thrown off, by the presenting that this would be somehow cathartic (iirc, scott uses this exact word) because pearl finally gets to kill scott. it’s funny because pearl does admit while they’re going back to base that she would’ve preferred a 1v1, but i don’t think her deal was ever over that she wanted scott to die. sure, she wanted scott dead, but it was because she didn’t have agency in the dl finale. in the same way, the WL sacrifice isn’t exactly because she really wanted the life (she refused it at first), or because she wanted to kill scott so badly (she said she wanted a 1v1), but mainly because both parties recognised that it was the most sensible decision to do in the circumstances that they were in (scott was dark green, pearl needed a life). to me, it didn’t address pearl’s lack of control over the season that she won, or scott’s distrust of pearl.

but whatever. they act friendly for the rest of the season, because technically their story’s been resolved, so there’s no aggression to be acted out. nothing galaxy duo there.

the ONLY OTHER thing of note is the?? matching hoodie?? not on my bingo card at all. i’ve spoken about it in some ask before but it’s just so random to me? like it never went anywhere, and i don’t see why scott wanted to match red hoodies with her anyway. like why her, specifically? pearl hadn’t killed anyone besides martyn, and that was to avenge her allies. they never address this so i suppose this lack of logic is what spurs on the majormoon truthers; that scott loves pearl so much that he wants to match with her so they can be like a #dynamicduo or something.

uhhhhhhhh. i dunno. it’s just so random and again, because it’s never brought up besides pearl’s cursory “oh, we’re matching” (which we now know was planned because scott asked for permission when getting the skin), it doesn’t have any narrative significance to me. maybe scott explains it in his video. idk

anyway, my problem was how a duo with so much bad blood (>3 seasons), to the point that they were at each other’s throats while in the same alliance, was just kinda. rushed? look, i know the life series isn’t scripted, and the players just have to make do with whatever improv they can do, and i do think scott and pearl did the best with what they had, but personally i was hoping that they wouldn’t go the “pearl finally forgives scott! yay scott for sacrificing!” route because it’s pushed under the rug so suddenly in the hopes of achieving any sort of closure.

again, ccs are fine, i think they were great, i wasn’t a big fan of how the story was handled. that’s it

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ Wearing Baggy Clothes Around SKZ {Chubby Babe Edition}♡

♡ I was asked to explore how these cuties might feel about having a girlfriend who wears baggy clothes 24/7 because it makes her comfy, not because she's insecure. So let's get into it... ♡

Pairing: ot8!boyfriend!skz x chubby!fem!reader

Genre: fluffy fluff ♡

♡ Bang Chan ♡

Your choice to wear baggy clothing isn't something he's ever given a second thought to

Duh, he thinks you have a beautiful body but it's 100% your choice if you want to show it off or not

It's actually really nice having a girlfriend who has the same fashion sense as him because he doesn't feel pressured to dress more revealing either

Whenever companies offer to send him free stuff he makes sure he asks for a size that works for both of you that way you have a few items that you can share/wear when you miss each other

♡ Hyunjin ♡

Being fashionable to him has never translated to having to wear tighter clothes so he still finds what you wear to be quite cute

When he goes to special events he likes to take you with him but he'll never get upset with you if you choose not to wear what's "in" at the moment

He puts a lot of effort into helping you pick out fashion week worthy outfits that keep you looking as gorgeous as you do without compromising comfort

If anyone ever says anything rude to you about it they're catching some major side eye from him coupled with some colorful language

♡ Changbin ♡

This is it. Dwaekki's chance to talk you into wearing matching gym clothes even when you aren't even kinda sorta heading to the gym that day

When I say matching, I mean matching. Whatever he has, you have the women's version of and it will be worn when you're together. I don't make the rules here

If you ever decide to change your mind about how you want to dress he'll support you 100% in rocking something tighter/more revealing

But he'll never pressure you into doing anything you don't want to do. The most important thing to him is that you're happy, whatever that looks like for you

♡ Lee Know ♡

Outfits that have too much going on agitate him when it comes to what his stylists put on him so he understands completely why you wouldn't want to deal with that

He pretends that he doesn't want to be touched around other people but he really likes cuddles and your clothes make cuddling better for him

Every time Soonie, Doongi, or Dori make biscuits on the dangling fabric of your clothing he thinks it's super adorable. Best cat step-mom ever

Has a habit of always rolling your sleeves/pants/etc up for you when you're about to do something that might be messy so that they fit snugly in the right places

♡ Felix ♡

At first, he asks a lot of questions to make sure that you aren't doing this because you're insecure about your body

It's not done to imply that you should be. He just wants to know if you are so that he can remind you more often that you're beautiful and that anyone who says otherwise can bite you

After that though, he lets it go and starts to do things like slipping into your hoodie with you even though there's no way he's getting his head out of the other end

Ultimately, he encourages you to go even bigger because how can he be properly attached to you at the hip if there isn't room for two all the time?

♡ Han ♡

This is absolutely going to turn into a lengthy conversation about how a lot of women in the old school hip hop scene chose to dress this way too

He's bound to get sidetracked talking about certain artists who wore things he thinks you'd look cute in. Some of it might be hideous. Just nod and smile

It's cool because he gets to be as physically affectionate as he wants to be with you in public without worrying that he'll make a wrong move and something slips out

The day will never come when it isn't adorable to him that you can curl up in your clothes like a lil cat. Just this cozy, warm ball of cuteness

♡ I.N ♡

It's in his spirit to take advantage of the fact that baggier clothes make you easier to grab

Meaning, if you try to run away when he's inevitably doing something to get on your nerves he'll catch you immediately and you'll be trapped with him

This isn't a bad thing because, even when he's torturing you, it's impossible not to see how much he cares about you

The other guys tend to tease him about how smitten he is with you and how cool he thinks you are but that'll never stop him from acting that way

♡ Seungmin ♡

Your face is what he spends most of his time staring at anyway so it's no big deal that you don't wear revealing clothing

It's kind of a good thing that you don't because he can be a real brat when other guys are staring at you and you aren't sure how long he can resist the urge to poke their eyes out

Of course, he can get over that jealousy so that you feel supported in switching it up sometimes

Though he will playfully tease you about being his "other girlfriend" when you switch back and forth because being a menace comes with the territory

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

Guts NSFW alphabet

Fandom: Berserker

Note: I don't even what this is. Feels kind of half-assed compared to my other works. No, I will not apologize for the picture.

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

Not really good with aftercare. Asks you if you’re good and that’s it. You have to tell him if you need some extra help. If you’re a clingy type you have to grab him and bring him close. At times he’s feeling vulnerable he holds onto you after sex on his own. Guts us flexible in these things and like everything else in the intimacy department, he needs to ease into this. Some times, when he uses sex as a trauma dump he clings to you almost desperately, and you learned to take it in stride.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Certified ass man. Guts like to look at a cute butt and likes to hold onto it even more. Drive-by smacks to the butt once you’re a couple. Likes to tap your ass from time to time to show affection. The bigger the better. Also loves your hair, long or short it doesn’t matter to him, but if it’s fluffy, the better. He likes to bury his face in them when no one is looking and take in their softness and your scent residing in them. Speaking of softness, Guts likes to absentmindedly play with your hair and ran his fingers through them when you’re sitting next to him or talking to him.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Guts comes in loads, so you better be prepared that there’s gonna be a mess. Although the messiness is what turns Guts on. Watching you covered in his cum does things to him. If he could choose, he likes to cum on your stomach and thighs.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He ponders from time to time what would it be like if Casca were to join the two of you, but he never voiced this thought of his around in fear of what reaction it would provoke in both of you. It just so happens that the two most important people in his life happen to be both very attractive and they get along quite well either. On your travels, there were many situations where the three of you were forced into positions that are more than friendly. Sharing lodging, rooms in a bathhouse, treating each other’s wounds and warming each other up whilst sleeping outside. It’s times like these when the line between lover and friend gets muddled.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Guts do not crave sex that much he doesn’t feel the need to experience sexual intimacy often, nor does he feel curious or want to experiment. I headcanon him as someone who cannot have sex without assessing it with intimacy and vulnerability. Probably has one or two partners in a lifetime.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

he’s a ‘let me hit it from behind’ type of guy. Occasionally he likes to do it as you lay on your side. He also likes when you wrap your legs around his waist as he’s carrying you while simultaneously thrusting into you. He’s always open to trying new positions but for the most part the man knows what he likes and how he likes it.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Yeah, haha, no. Guts is as goofy as a piece of concrete. He does, however, appreciate a goofy partner. In and out of the bedroom. Don’t ask him why, but he always felt naturally drawn to cheerful and whimsical people, out of nothing more than wonder. Things in a bedroom can get a bit too intense with him, and not the good kind. It’s good when he has a partner who can lighten things up.

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

You probably need to have a talk about The bush between Guts’ legs. I headcanon him as way hairier than he’s portrayed in manga and it gets worse (better?) as he gets older. When you nag him enough, Guts tells you gay or sex worker to groom himself down there (like wtf man??).

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

To the surprise of many, sex is an intimate affair for Guts. For him it’s a moment of great vulnerability, hence one of the reasons he avoided it for most of his younger years. It’ll surprise his partner how intense Guts is during these moments.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Occasionally rubs one out to let out some steam. He’ll start to masturbate more once there’s someone on his mind. Considering how long it’ll take him to confess and admit to himself and everyone involved that he has feelings, there’ll be a long ass period of his life when he spends his nights fucking his fist. To the point where one of his mercenary buddies will tell him to fess up and confess already cause they’re running out of bedrolls and rags that are not crusty, which will earn them a punch in the face.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Say it with me. Size Kink, Size Kink, Size Kink! Guts likes the fact his partner is shorter than him way too much. Most people are shorter than him but if there’s a considerable difference…ufff. You can’t stand how smug he is about it. Overall, not much of a kinky guy. His bedside manners are as simple as other aspects of him.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

With his occupation, Guts learned not to be picky about where he fucks. As long as there’s not someone right next to you and can’t watch, he’ll do it anywhere. He doesn’t mind if you want to do it in bed only.

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

Touch him, it’s that easy. Guts is a simple man. A few well-aimed words and touches is enough to get him going. The man gets literally hard with an order. Glide your fingers along his collarbone, bite his lip, bite his neck. God please, bite his neck. Also, caressing his thigh gets him going easily, to the point where you cannot put your hand there in public, or else he’s gonna have a problem. Once you were sitting next to each other and you placed your hand on his knee. You didn’t even want to start something, just to touch him. He didn’t pay any mind to it, not even when you unconsciously moved that hand up and slowly unassumingly petted his leg. Until he had to stand up and noticed the massive tent in his pants. You never let him live that down.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Hitting, injuring, or insulting his partner. He has a serious problem with degradation. It’s too triggering and personal to him. Being submissive to his partner doesn’t sit well with him either. He naturally takes a dominant role in most life situations.

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

At first, Guts preferred to have you suck him off rather than another way around. Again, he perceives kneeling near someone’s crotch as subservient and he’s not used to that role. Not to mention you look so good with your mouth licking up his length. He would watch you all day if he could. When you go down on him, Guts is surprisingly gentle. He knows there’s a lot to deal with in terms of his size, so he lets you go at your own pace. Usually has a hand petting your hair or holding your neck. When he gets close, he uses that hand to push and pull you on his length the way he likes. As mentioned, Guts preferred to receive rather than give, unsure how he would feel about putting his mouth on his partner. However, once he put his fingers, staining with your juices in his mouth. After that, he got more curious about tasting you. Now, he does it almost like an afterthought, a means to kill time constructively and pleasurably. You could be anywhere, lying under the night sky in the forest with other mercenaries, at the royal court during one of their festivities, out in the woods hunting, when suddenly Guts would look at you, something sparking in those dark, dangerous eyes. The next thing you know you are pressed against the nearest flat surface, desperately trying to muffle your moans as Guts ravages you with his mouth. He likes to overstimulate, just to bully you, and always ignores your protests and pleas with a sadistic grin.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

There’s nothing quite like good, hard fucking after a battle. Generals and other mercenaries Guts met said this often, and he has to agree with them. There’s just something about pressing you down on bedroll, the adrenaline of his most recent victory pumping through his veins, still riled up from all the fighting. Sometimes you had a little trouble walking the day after, and I say the day after because you won’t be able to do anything after Guts is done with you. The swordsman is not completely merciless though, he knows he’s big and strong, so he makes sure not to completely brutalize you, but anything besides that is game for him. Throwing you on his cot as he wrestles you down, your hands above your head or your ass in his hands as he lifts the entire bottom half of your body to meet his hips. After that be prepared for hours he pounds into you, pushing you around the bedroll. Other times, sex with Guts is a lazy languid affair. You were taken aback the first time he’s taken you like this. It dangerously resembled making love, although you’re sure he would vehemently deny it. His hips rolled into yours with unhurried passion, his lips finding yours every time you keened into his mouth, his hand never leaving yours the whole time.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Guts sees them as a quick way to let off some steam and calm his mind. As long as you are at least partially covered before someone’s eyes he’s game for it anywhere and anytime.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Guts is pretty vanilla in this. He does not feel the need to experiment in the bedroom or discover new things in the bedroom. He thinks it’s overly complicating something that is meant to be simple fun.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

This man is a beast. There’s no stopping him when he’s in the mood. You better be prepared to handle five rounds minimum. If you leave it after the first orgasm, he wouldn’t demand anything of you, but he’ll still feel that thrum in his blood, indicating that he’s far from done.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Not big on toys. Again, he’s not partial to any enhancements and tricks during sex but if his partner wants to try them, he’s willing to try.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The man has a bit of a sadistic streak. He likes to push you past your limits. To see you writhe and whimper while you try to babble out pleas and demands, it’s cute honestly. You think you can intimidate him, little thing? Well, if you struggle and put up a fight even better. He’ll make you pay for it double twice as much.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Mostly just grunts and growls kind of guy. He holds in his sounds a lot, you have to put in extra effort, but it’s worth listening to his throaty groans. He even makes an effort to muffle them by kissing you or burying his face in your neck.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Guts don’t sleep with a person unless there’s some sort of connection. He doesn’t have to love them, just like them enough to let his guard down. He honestly considers sleeping with total strangers weird, and dangerous.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Girl, if I tell you this man is packing some heat…The guy is well over seven feet, of course, he’s no sucker. He’s over eight inches and a grower. Thick straight and meaty, skin darker than the rest of him. It doesn’t matter how experienced his partner is, there’ll always have to be a little prep.

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

Guts’ sex drive is reasonably high, but he doesn’t really feel needy for sex unless there’s someone for him to mess around with. His drive is connected to his mood. Strong emotions, not necessarily positive ones, can enable him into a state where he looks for an outlet for them. Mans gotta learn some healthy coping mechanisms other than blowing his partners back out.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Considering that he’s often using sex as an outlet and a way to calm down, Guts fall asleep quickly afterward. Oftentimes you rolled over for some pillow talk and found him snoring loudly. Other times he either backs quietly in the afterglow while he lets his mind wander.

[madelee]

How I like to imagine the ZaDr dynamic. How they sift from enemies to something more. And what I fucking love about ZaDr.

Some thoughts.

Zim and Dib, two emotionally neglected kids. Having little to no friends or any emotional support system… They became the primary attachment figures for each other: Based on them being enemies this relationship/development… it’s bound to be very complicated and messy.

There are various emotions mixed up in their dynamic. The initial hatred, frustration, and antagonism because they literally are enemies… but also the feelings of bonding, caring, appreciation, respect, and understanding. Then when getting older, also attraction, passion, and all those fuzzy feelings get mixed in.

But essentially, all the positive emotions that one develops and gets to experience with a close person like love, adoration, connection, tenderness, compassion, or simply joy… all those also get mixed up with the ‘negative’ ones.

The brain quite literally connects feelings of affection and connection with violence, aggression, cruelty, abuse, and brutality. This is trauma bonding, reward-based learning, and positive conditioning.

Them being obsessive and excessive as a fundamental part of their core personality only adds as a multiplier.

When this happens in a critical life phase (being young and in adolescence), having nearly no other positive influences in life and being neglected (emotionally especially), this connection the brain made will get so deeply internalized and won’t ever truly go away.

It could also connect to your sexuality and all that.

(There are real-life equivalencies)

What I’m getting at is, all this makes just so much sense!

This dynamic and their relationship is super complex and nuanced because of this.

Their relationship is incredibly intense and yes totally toxic but also compassionate.

Them fluctuating between high psychological distress/tension (hating, fighting, obsessing, loving, being in denial about your existence, generally trauma responses e.g., through neglect, loneliness, abandonment) and then them experiencing the sweet release through the aspects of their dynamic (connection, closeness, intimacy) as mentioned.

This stuff becomes quite simply addictive to someone.

This is why they can get crazy shit feral/hardcore with each other and also feel pleasure while doing so.

Like cutting each other up (or open), taunting, fighting, beating each other...

But because I’m a sucker for ambivalence and stark contrast, I like to imagine them being very, very cute with each other as well (occasionally even without showing the bad stuff while being cute), still toxic, still abusing and batshit crazy but absolutely meaning everything to each other and deeply caring.

Fluffy but in an obsessive and excessive way.

They will always somewhat be mean to each other and never shy to argue, even if just in a teasing and more lighthearted manner.

This is their love language after all.

This is how they show they care, and it’s what they know.

Also, this is just how they are personality-wise: thick-headed, intense people with strong opinions and even stronger egos.

And let’s not forget about stupidness, dorkyness, and comedy sprinkled in.

ZaDr is a fantastic way to deep dive into complex inner psychological human workings and I love exploring this.

(I love love love intense emotions.)

It’s even comforting in a way, if you ask me.

Hate and love are so close for a reason.

It’s the most intense we can feel.

And I mean, I guess we all (or many of us) can somehow relate to not liking or even hating a close one (even if only sometimes). But when a real deep bond is established with someone and when affection is also part of your connection (even if only sometimes), this stuff just doesn’t go away. Toxic relationships are messy and certainly not easy nor black and white. You just understand this emotion… of how complicated you can feel about someone, and what complexity this can bring with it.

Note that, this is how I like to imagine it. One can have a totally different perspective on it and this is valid as well!

Also this is romanticized, fiction and reality operate differently. Cognitive dissonance baby.

[haee-elia]

spence-tober: day 5 - street racer/mechanic

pairing: street racer/mechanic!spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: in which you find out a little secret about the mechanic you've been seeing

word count: 1929

warning: mention of illegal activities (street racing), mentions of alcohol, fluffy

spence-tober masterlist

To be honest, you don’t even know why you’re here, standing in the middle of the street next to your best friend, late into the evening. 

“It’s okay, just relax.” Your best friend said.

No, you think to yourself, everything was in fact not okay. But before you could voice your thoughts, she found her current boyfriend of three days and ran off to him, leaving you standing awkwardly at the curb of the street.

For a random dead end street on a Tuesday night, the street was pretty busy. Not with traffic, with people. 

Groups and cliques of people were standing around in the street with you, dressed in either tank tops and shorts or in full leather. You don’t know how the aren’t freezing their asses off compared to you who came in your nice jeans (no holes in them), a cute long sleeve turtleneck, and some heeled boots that come up to your calf, and are STILL freezing your ass off.

You cannot believe you let your friend talk you into coming here tonight and it was a severe lapse in judgement, but you were bored with no plans for the night and she easily shoved you out of the door. Especially when she picked the guilt card and told you that you hadn’t really hung out together since you’ve been seeing ‘that mechanic’ as she put it.

It was true, you suppose. It was only two weeks ago when you had your car towed into a random mechanic’s garage because two of your tires popped a flat and you only had one spare. You hadn’t expected to meet the cute mechanic wearing his work overalls covered in grease. His hair, which somehow avoided being as messy as his clothes, was brushed to the side in a way you found extremely hot. 

Not only did you get your tires changed out that day, you had also gotten Spencer’s, the cute mechanic who worked on your car, number. From then on, you had gone out a few more times. To dinner, to get a cup of coffee before going to work in the morning, a walk in the park, and so on. Just yesterday in fact, you had gotten take out and brought it to the garage he worked at to spend lunch together. 

You weren’t officially dating, no labels had been used yet, but you were really excited for any single time you could see him. 

Which was part of the reason you weren’t really into whatever your friend got the both of you involved in tonight.

You had originally wanted to go out to dinner or invite Spencer to your apartment for dinner, but he had bashfully admitted at lunch yesterday that he had plans for tonight that he was already committed to. You understood, of course, but you were a little disappointed and are currently counting all the different things you could be doing other than this right now. 

What can you say, you were an introvert at heart.

And now, not only were you dragged to this random ass street, your friend was also incredibly busy swapping saliva with her new boyfriend. In the back of your mind, you wondered if it was incredibly pathetic how your friend and her new guy were already official while you and Spencer were still to have yet to put a label on your relationship.

You sigh and condemn yourself to trying to enjoy the night your friend dragged you along with, walking in small strides over to your friend and her boyfriend. He was a nice guy, at least, you thought to yourself while introducing yourself to him. He was making your friend happy, which you liked, especially since she went through a nasty breakup recently.

“So, um,” You say, having finished introductions and small talk, “What’s exactly going on tonight?”

Despite the crowd in the street nearly all having a beer or some form of alcohol in hand, you couldn’t quite hear any conversations, especially one’s pertaining to why everyone was gathered in the street. 

You looked towards the new couple, your friend under her boyfriend’s arm. 

“There’s a race tonight, baby.” He says, a goofy grin on his face, “Should be a good matchup!”

Your eyebrowss furrow in confusion, you look over to your friend, “A race?”

She nods, “A streetrace. Everyone’s been talking about this showoff for the past week.”

“You brought me to a streetrace?” You scoff at her. “This is highly illegal,” You say, stunned.

She escapes her boyfriend’s arms and takes your hands in hers, swinging them playfully, “Come on, please,” She says, “Just trust me on this? Let’s hang out and if you still don’t wanna stick around by the time the race starts, you can leave. I promise.”

She takes one of her hands and draws a small ‘x’ over her heart, sealing the promise. You sigh and close your eyes, but nod your head and accept your fate for tonight. 

“Okay, I’ll stay for a little bit,” You resign.

She squeals in delight and you try to relax your shoulders a little bit, settling into mingling with the small group your best friend and her boyfriend are communicating with. You say no to any offer of alcohol or otherwise, wishing to stay sober in case you want to leave (and in case the police, do in fact show up). 

Despite the cool air and the dimly lit streets, you are having a decently good time conversing with your friend and her new guy. Soon enough, there’s some noisy whispers through the street and your friend’s boyfriend points through the throng of people further down the street.

“There’s the racers coming in now.”

Your gaze switches to where he points. Suddenly, bright headlights illuminates the streets and the noise of engines revving up fills the alleyway street. You think to yourself that its a wonder that no police have shown up to these races yet.

The crowd of people clear to the sides of the street and allow the cars to cruise through. One of the cars is exactly what you’d think a street racing car would look like. Its a fire engine red with an ombre flame on the sides of it. A souped up engine and large front shiny silver looking grill. Its loud and you cringe at the sight of it and the bald, white tank top wearing driver in the front seat. He has the demeanor of a moose.

The other car is a purple in color, but is dark enough that it could pass as a navy or eggplant color. There’s no artwork on the sides and has the aura of a vintage car. It holds some aspects of some vintage cars as well. It’s shiny, but more in cleanliness than look. 

The headlights from both cars are way too bright for you to see the driver for the second car, but in your mind, anybody would look better than the beefed up driver of the first. 

The cars come to a stop right where you are guessing the start of the race will take place, and the headlights finally dim as the drivers turn off their cars for now. The race has not yet begun and by the looks of the people crowding around the cars, they’ll talk to the audience and their fanbases before racing.

A familiar mop of styled boyband-ish, brown hair appears in your vision. The head of the second driver popping up from him exiting the driver’s side door is easily recognizable, even if you hadn’t known the person for very long.

“Spencer?” You call out, both in confusion and shock. You’re confident in your ability to spot him, even in the not very well lit street.

The call of his name makes him turn around, the only barrier between you and him is the car he just exited. His car. His race car.

Spencer, you know it’s him now with his face in clear vision, calls out your name as well and then hurriedly makes his way around the front of his car and towards you.

You still stand with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth in surprise, “Y-you-”

He nods shyly, running a hand through his messy yet perfectly kept hair, “I race, yeah.”

“I-I had no idea,” You say, not sure what else to in your stunned state.

Spencer shook his head, “I didn’t tell you. You couldn’t have known.”

“I race sometimes at nights after working at the garage. I was going to tell you, I promise. It’s just-” He trys to explain, but trails off at the end of his sentence.

“Illegal?” You try to finish for him. Your tone isn’t accusing, more in curiosity. 

And in all your time spent with him, dinners, movies, coffee dates, and more, you would have never guessed that the shy and cute man who worked on your car and gave you his own employee discount on your two replaced tires would be spending his free time fixing up a car for street racing. 

Spencer looks down at his feet, bashful, “Yeah, that.” He responds. “But also I just didn’t want to scare you away. I really like you.” He admits. “I didn’t know how you would react and I was scared you wouldn’t want to go out anymore.”

Before you can say anything, the bald faced moose energy man calls out from being surrounded by his fans, “Hey, Crash! Ready to do this or not?”

Spencer hollers back that he just needs a few minutes and then turns his attention back to you. He still has the aura of how you met him in the garage, but there’s also some confidence in his stride and how he carries himself on this street. 

“Crash?” You question.

“My, uh, race name.” He clarifies.

You smile slightly, “Like your childhood nickname your mother gave you, right?” You ask, although you’re rather confident. “Because you would always run into things when you were a kid.”

Spencer confirms, nodding. It was one of the first fun little facts you learned about Spencer during your first date. Some would find it weird, but you found it endearing that he brought up how much his mother meant to him. You smile at the fact he uses the old childhood nickname bestowed upon him by his mother for his secret nightlife hobby.

“Listen,” Spencer says a little nervous, “I understand if you’re upset that I didn’t tell you this and if you don’t want to be my girlfriend anymor-”

“I’m your girlfriend?” You interrupt him, your cheeks taking on a pinky blush tint.

Spencer clears his throat, “I, uh, I hope so.” He says in a small tone. “Like I said, I, um, really like you-”

The other racer calls for him again, this time louder and more challenging. Spencer groans at your conversation being interrupted once again. 

“You need to go,” You speak first before Spencer. You nod your head off in the direction of the cars and the muscle tank man.

Spencer hesitates and goes to say something, but you put your hand on his arm stopping him. You feel as though you can hear his heart beating and his blood pumping in suspence with your words. Your own heart and blood aren’t far off from his.

“We can talk more about this later. Promise.” You assure him.

You press a small peck to his cheek and a small grin grows on your lips.

“Besides, you’ve got a race to win.”

a/n: would spencer actually participate in illegal activity? probably not. also ignore that reader aka you, are also participating in illegal activity because apparently spectating a street race on an empty public street is also illegal and can get you fined.

[rambosgirl]

Christmas with Rambo headcanons

this one's a little very long and super fluffy. strap in.

John enjoys the holiday season, focusing more on the meaning and family time rather than the gifts.

He says you don't have to give him gifts, but he'll get you some meaningful presents (you give him presents anyway)

he does give one similar gift to you every year:

it's a small wood-carved animal sculpture that he makes by hand with his knife

for the other gifts, he subtly notices what you show interest in throughout the year and makes a mental note about it.

He likes going for morning walks in the snowy woods, it just makes him feel at peace.

Occasionally you wake up early enough to join him, and you see why he likes it so much

the two of you talk a lot during your walks and John shares stories about his past. And it's not always the trauma, he has some really cool and even fun stories about his travels

he also teaches you about things you see on your walks, like animal tracks and survival methods

one day when you were both out, you saw some deer prints, so you followed them to see a herd, a few close ones raising their heads in your direction as you approached

You were both able to get a little closer and spend some time observing the beautiful creatures, holding hands and leaning on each other, whispering and pointing at things you saw

it's one of your favorite memories with John

That year, the wood animal he made for you was a little doe.

and if you have kids in the future he'll make a little fawn to go with it awwwwww

hear me out: John teaches you to carve wood and one year you give him his own deer carving so now you have a lil deer family that you put on the fireplace mantle

so now it's a family tradition to make little wood animals for each other (kids get in on it too once John teaches them)

On days you don't go with him, he'll wake you up when he comes back with cold kisses on your forehead

sometimes when you take a long time to wake up, he teases you by pressing his freezing fingers along your face

that wakes you up pretty quickly

Also, he always makes sure to have plenty of firewood to keep you warm, even if he has to go chop more in a snowstorm (he only had to once, but it showed you he would sacrifice anything for you)

you even told him not to do it, but nothing on earth could stop that man from providing for you. (he protects you from everything, including the cold)

he's not much of a baker, but if you like it, he decides he likes it too

you guys make hearty meals with anything he hunts (which isn't a lot in the winter), but you also make sweets :))

you guys made a cute, kinda messy gingerbread cabin, along with cute cookies and yummy pies

it's too much for the two of you, so you'll take this opportunity to do some service and take the extras (most of them) to people in town, especially the people who need it

once you brought a pie to an old lady and when John went out to the car to get something, she pulled you aside

"Do you see the way he looks at you?" she asks.

you're not sure how to respond, but she continues before you can try

"He looks at you like you're the only one in the room. His eyes light up!" She exclaims.

and he DOES

Tautman occasionally visits during the holidays, and you all get to spend time together

And if you have kids OH MY GRANDPA TRAUTMAN

Trautman tells stories from his and John's past, the kids hanging onto every word.

John occasionally chimes in, "That's not how I remember it, Sam"

The tough, no-nonsense colonel SPOILS THEM with an arsenal of 'just one more' gifts

they're things like little camo outfits, compasses, toy soldiers, and walkie-talkies (regardless of whether you have boys or girls or both - the man believes in raising strong girls too)

And before you ask, yes, he shows them how to use everything - he turns your living room into a mini boot camp, marching your kids around

he plays a fun game with them where they line up and they're not allowed to laugh while he makes silly comments and noises, and if they laugh he bops their faces with the pillow of doom

"This is no laughing matter, recruits. The fate of the living room depends on your ability to stay serious"

the winner gets an honorary sticker badge

but it actually just turns into a pillow fight, everyone against everyone

John stifles his own laughter seeing this new side of the colonel before swooping in to rescue your youngest, who squealed, grabbing his neck as he picked them up

"Alright kids, give him a break - besides, I think it's time for dinner"

ANYWAY everyone settles down and after dinner you, John, and Trautman sit by the fire, talking with each other and catching up while the kids play in another room

bedtime inevitably rolls around, Trautman heads out, and now you and John get some alone time after all the (fun) chaos of the holiday

"The kids had fun today," you say, wrapping your arms around John

"It's good for them. Good for all of us," he replies softly. "But I swear Trautman has more energy than the kids," he jokes

You stay silent for a minute, enjoying the peace of the moment before breaking the hug to get ready to go to sleep

"Can't wait until next year," John mumbles in your ear as you get settled in bed together

[lyramundana]

I BASICALLY LOVE MINSUNG X F!READER CAN YOU SAY YOUR HEADCANONS ABOUT IT? I'm so sub for them I swear the god

I can feel your enthusiasm through the comment and I totally relate to it, I'm really a sub for these greek gods too!!

Now I have various headcanons with my oc, Vivi or Violeta, but since you mentioned fem!reader, I'll go with that.

POLY MINSUNG X FEM! READER HEADCANONS

-They're both switches, but Minho tends to take the lead and leans towards dominance more. However, Jisung can be pretty intense too and they can have this battle of pride where they try to manhandle the other into submission. It's fucking hot when it happens because you can't tell which of them is doming here.

-Since Jisung is the younger in the relationship (for a while), he's usually the one being take care of and he LOVES it. Minho, on the other hand, enjoys pampering his jagiya and protect him. The roles outside the bedroom remain the same usually. Minho is the caretaker, with ocasional soft moments when he needs pampering too, and Jisung the babyboy that needs constant affection.

-When you come into their lives, their routine crashes and their entire world perception is turned upside down.

-You meet Jisung first, both of you becoming friends quickly, and you kinda befriend Minho too by association. At first you two only hang out when Jisung is involved and aren't really close, but as time passes and he sees how comfortable his boyfriend is with you, he starts to warm up to you. In return, you see how happy he makes Jisung and the great partner he is, so she start to apreciate him more.

-What started as a friendship with Jisung and a mutual respect with Minho becomes a besties trio. You're younger than them, so they try to look after you out of instinct, but since you're not korean you don't really see the point of this idea of treating people differently by their age.

-More often than not you have arguments because you feel they see you like a kid sometimes and you remind them that you're a fully independent human and you don't need to be treated like a damsel in distress. Jisung is a lot more open minded about it and understands your point of view, but Minho is more conservative and stubborn, so you two argue the most. As your bond progresses, you learnt to let them take care of you sometimes and be vulnerable with them, while they accept to treat you like an equal instead of a "dongsaeng".

-Following this, there are times you decide to take care of them instead and babying them in return, partially for teasing but also because you like it. They're so cute and soft and fluffy when you're alone, you just want to squeeze them in your arms. You reprimand them like they're your children when they do something that bothers you, you bring them clothes and make-up, you fix their hair and clothes when they look messy, you call them stuff like "good boys" "my babies", "my darlings" (the last one is always in a playful tone).

-The position of dominant one in the relationship it's yours now because Minho has found out he loves to be babied and spoiled too, so when you're around he lets you on charge often. In private, they just want to snuggle with you and have you massage their scalps, call them sweet names and cover them in love. Jisung lets out hums of contentment and Minho straight up purrs, curling into a ball against you. At first he fights is off because it hurts his pride as man and the oldest, but it feels way too good.

-Suddenly they bring you to their dates. You become a part of every activity they usually engage in together. You feel weird at first thinking you're intruding in couple activities, but they reassure you constantly that they enjoy your company.

-They're obsessed with hearing you speak in your native language. Even if they don't understand anything, the way your voice shifts and how beautiful you sound makes their brain go brrrr. If used right, you can use this to lull them to sleep.

-From outside, it looks like the typical girl with her gay besties (and you think that's the reality), but some of their acts feel more than platonic. Regardless, you embrace this image and proudly refer to them in the same way, not noticing the uncomfortable frown on their faces.

-They're the type to treat you like their partner before you guys establish it, just to mark territory for other people (and because they really want to live that fantasy). You may not be theirs fully, but they'll be damned if they let someone else get you. They don't get it at first, they fool themselves into thinking they're just being good friends that care for you too much.

-In my au where Minho experiences a bi awakening because of fem!reader or my oc Violeta/Vivi, this is all more intense and chaotic. They have a lot of trouble dealing with it because they don't know what this means for their relationship and, considering the culture they've been raised, the idea of polyamory doesn't instantly pop in their heads. They're confused and scared, because they feel they're emotionally cheating on the other and also ruining their friendship with you. This leads to several misunderstandings because they can't cope healthily, but they still insist on having you close.

-However, once they come to terms with their feelings for you and embrace, they go from shy, awkward boys to possessive, almost toxic men. They were already clingy before, not wanting you to leave them for anything or anyone, but now they don't even hide it. They're determined to have you, to show you belong with them, and can't stand seeing you with other people.

-It starts slow, you can't even notice. They're more physically affectionate, one of them or both is always touching you in some way when you're out, they refer themselves "jokingly" as your boyfriends and that's why you don't need to go on dates with someone else.

-Then it grows. Their hands now drift from their usual places at your shoulders and back to your waist. Their clinginess worsens. They make you sleep with them in the same bed, shower together like "besties" do, dressing you up because "they love seeing you in new clothes", etc. You force yourself to not think much of it because you see how perfect they are for each other and there's just no way they can feel something more for you..right?

-They're frustrated by how blind you are to their advances, but at the same time, they use it to their advantage to get away with it. The only reason you let them go this far is because you're convinced they can't like you that way and you bet they'll take it as an advantage. As long as you think it's all *overly friendly besties", you won't push them away.

-Deep down, you know something is off here but you can't help but enjoy their little acts. You're used to repressing your forbidden feelings for them to not ruin things, but when they treat you like this, you just let yourself get caught in the moment and pretend you're actually dating them.

-It all breaks down by a jealousy fit from them. The mere thought of losing you to another, for you to love someone else and let them touch you drives them mad, so they make a statement.

-By statement means they lock you in their room and spend hours teaching you not to stray away from your partners. By the end of it, your sweating, clothes tore open and there's not a single trace of skin they haven't marked. Bites, hickeys, bruises. They just let out all their anger and frustration on you.

-The aftercare and morning after is immaculate tho. They feel a bit guilty for how rough they were and make sure to treat you like a princess.

NSFW part ahead, beware❗

-They may be switches but with you, oh boy, you don't have any power in it.

-You have a safeword established and they will stop immediately if you don't want it anymore, but that's it. They have full control over you and your body.

-They worship your whole being, but they have their favourite spots. For Minho is your ass, neck and boobs. For Jisung is your hips, boobs and thighs. They have small competitions to see who leaves the most marks or whose mark are bigger. Your body ends up covered in splashes of red, purple and yellowish.

-They only times they let you be on top is to ride one of them when the other is behind you. They still control your moves and you're basically a doll for them to move around.

-Literally. While you guys are fucking, you're treated like a toy by them, a pair of wet, tight holes for them to fill and play with until they get tired of it (they never but you guys needs to rest from time to time).

-Minho is a sucker from going at you from behind while Jisung is underneath you, both thrusting into you from their positions while you're trapped between them, just taking whatever they give you. Their hands are never too long in one place, constantly roaming all over your skin to feel you up. When he's about to cum, Minho grabs into your boobs and hides his face on your neck, getting drunk on your scent, while Jisung hugs your hips and hides his face in your cleavage, licking the traces of swear that run down of it. They love cumming on their preferred spots to see their essence covering your skin, but if you're on birth control, the only way they're cumming is inside you.

-When they heard the concept of "double penetration", they knew they needed to try it, so they spent HOURS prepping you until they knew you could fit them both there. It was the first time the three of you orgasmed at the same time. The pleasure of feeling your walls closing them in and their dicks rubbing against each other with each movement was mind-blowing. It's a bit painful, so you guys only do it on special occasions.

-If they're still idols in this, you bet they have brought you backstage to fuck you in the the private rooms assigned for the group. Dressing rooms? Bathroom? The music station?? Done, done and done. You're their reward for a good performance or a stress reliever of the're not satisfied with the result.

-Mandatories quickies before stage. They say it's their "lucky charm" (which is a lie because there's usually another quicky after stage).

-The couches from the practice room? Jisung's studio? Yes and yes.

-You visited them once during practise to be a good girlfriend and bring them snacks during their break, and they thanked you by fucking you in front of the mirrors and fogging them. It was a sight to see.

-Another recurrent one is going to Jisung's studio and riding him in his seat or give him a blowjob while he works.

-Cockwarming it's not a kink, it's a necessity.

-And it's never just one of them, oh no. You have to keep both of them warm. Let it be each one in a hole or having both in your cunt. It's not always sexual, they're just pussydrunk and can't go a day without playing with it.

-When they feel in a rather possessive mode, they mark you and then you guys go out and you're forbidden from trying to hide it. They make you wear skirts that barely conceal the hickeys on your inner thighs, tops that don't reach your neck, leaving those purple bruises exposed. They get off from people watching them and realising you're taken.

-Outside the bedroom it might seem that you're in charge, since they behave like total babies with you and have to look after them. But if people look closely, they can see Jisung's firm hand on your waist, never letting you go. Or Minho occasionally brushing his hand on the expanse of your neck with a concentrated look in his eyes. They'll notice how you're never by yourself and one of them is always touching you somehow, keeping you glued to their side.

-In short, having Minsung as lovers would be a wild ride, full of passion and intensity. It's not a kid's game, since they're complicated people in their own right and you're still figuring out where this would lead, but one thing is clear.

-They're never letting you go.

If you want something specific or want me to change something, please let me know! I'd love to see more opinions.

[eggcompany]

Hannibal's puppy

Hannibal goes to a pound to find a pet. He chooses a day at random to come in, however the day he picks is the day all the pets are getting slicked! That means all the pets have to get their slick glands emptied. He finds the perfect boy, Will. Will is sweet and perfect in every way. However Will has problems with getting slicked because of a nurse. Hannibal to the rescue.

Cute, sweet, lots of cuddling and comfort. Fluffy.

“Hello, yes I’m here to look around. I’m looking for a puppy!” Hannibal said to the young man sitting behind the counter. He was quite excited. 

“Wonderful! We’re actually going through and slicking them right now so you can see them doing that today too. We do have full chalk ups of their medicals though once you pay the adoption fees.” The boy  explained cheerfully. He wasn’t dressed like the nurses so Hannibal assumed he was just a secretary for the pound. He happily stood up and showed Hannibal to the back. 

There were vets in two of the kennels and whining pets everywhere. The smell of slick was heavy in the air. There were two cute little bunny girls getting their go at the knotting toys right then. So Hannibal looked around trying to find some pups. Lots of bunnies, cats, and thin things that looked to be much too playful and bouncy for his taste. 

Then he spotted him. Big round eyes, flopped over ears, curly messy mop of brown hair, rough looking stubble, and a slim perfectly lean muscles body. 

Hannibal made a beeline for that kennel. He stopped in front of it and the little pup looked up at him. 

“Hello darling, what’s your name?” Hannibal asked as he got down on one knee. The puppy was playing with his own toes and waggling a little bit. 

“‘M Will. You talk funny but you pretty so it’s okay.” Will explained. Hannibal chucked a bit. This was definitely his pup. Blunt, dumb, but witty. 

“Yes I suppose I do sound funny to you. I think you’re pretty too, Will. Why don’t you come sit over here so I can really see you and we can talk.” Hannibal said as he sat down on the floor in front of the kennel. Will just rolled over and around so he was laying on his back with his face near the door. His belly looked thin, too thin for Hannibal’s taste but not like he suffered from malnutrition. 

“Oh silly pup. Have you been slicked yet? Have you eaten lunch yet?” Hannibal asked. Will was coming with him today, Hannibal already decided, and wanted him to be perfectly alright before they left. Though Hannibal was already coming up with meal plans for the pup. Plenty of nice fattening foods and sweets. 

“Nope. Nurse Ashley always slicks me last cause I take a long time. I hate it.” Will said. He popped the p when he said nope. Nurse Ashley must be either the bubbly brunette woman or the strong looking blonde. 

“Why do you hate it? Do they hurt you?” Hannibal asked. He wanted to make sure these people weren’t abusing these sweet little creatures. Will was gazing up at him. Just to look. Hannibal was pretty handsome. He looked strong and he had… an air about him. Something sharp yet rounded, it made Will want to lick his face. 

“Nah, don’t hurt. Just takes forever. I don’t get nothin hold onto. Like cuddlin’ things when I get slicked. I gets nervous.” Will said and rolled onto his tummy. He pushed himself up and sat on his knees. He was so cute, though Hannibal. 

“Well darling how about you hold onto me because I think you will be coming home with me today. I’ll keep you nice and safe so you don’t have to be as nervous, poor little pup-pup.” Hannibal said and smiled. He watched the puppy cock his head and then gasp. Will broke out in a big toothy smile. His sharp canines caused Hannibal a sharp intake of breath. They were so… perfect. Sharp and feral. Will rocked back and forth excitedly. 

“Really! You take me? Home? Home with Hammibal?!” Will yipped happily. His tail was swooshing behind him. Will howled lightly but a worker ‘Ch”ed him. He shut his mouth but his ears were perky in his mess of hair on his head. Hannibal chuckled and smiled as he stood up. He would go retrieve the papers and fill them out while sitting with Will. Hannibal stood and looked down at the pup. 

“Yes, baby. You’re coming home with Hannibal. Is that what you want to call me?” Hannibal asked. Pets like to call their owners all sorts of stuff. Master, Owner, Mister or Mistress, Mama or Dada, Daddy or Mommy, or just their names. Hannibal assumed Will wouldn’t want to call him by his name since he couldn’t even exactly say it.

Will looked over Hannibal again with a thoughtful expression. Then he looked back up at the older man’s face and smiled. 

“How ‘bout Daddy? Can I call Hammibal Daddy?” Will asked and wagged his tail slowly. Hannibal couldn’t help but blush a bit. He had hoped that was what Will wanted. 

“Of course Will. Now let me go get the papers, my sweet baby.” Hannibal said and pushed his fingers through the spaces in the kennel door. Will happily leaned to shove his head against Hannibal’s fingers. Hannibal scratched at his curly hair for a moment before leaving to the front desk. 

“I think I found the one I want. Kennel 7, Will.” Hannibal said and soon he was walking back to Will, clipboard in hand. 

“Will, you aren’t neutered? You haven’t had anything done and you’re almost thirty five? Were you a farm dog?” Hannibal asked as he read over Will’s papers. He wasn’t docked, cropped, or cut. His papers say he was given up because his past owners, breeders probably, got too old to take care of him. Usually older pets got cut once they arrived at places like this. Will was smiling as he pulled and palmed at his chew ring. 

“Yep! I watched the porch. My ole owner tried to use me to breed but I didn’t like it so I didn’t. Does you do that or am I get to be a house doggy?” Will questioned. Hannibal was so glad Will spoke freely, some pets didn’t.

“Well you’re going to be a house pet but we can go on walks whenever you like. You can have anything you want now Will. I’m going to take really good care of you, my pretty pup.” Hannibal said as he signed where he needed. Will perked up and wagged, his ears straight on his head. 

“Anything?! Can you buy me a tebby bear and crackers? I love teddies but I never get one. They only give the cute ones the nice toys. I got my nice chewy though! I really like it but I like cuddly toys more. And and crackers! The long rectangle ones with salt cause those are my favorites. Can I have those Daddy? Will you get ‘em for me?” Will said excitedly. Hannibal smiled at him. Will really was perfect. So bouncy yet not overly like younger pets, smart and talkative and able to say most words properly. All he wanted was a stuffed animal and some club crackers?

“I’ll get you as many bears as you want. We can stop by the store on our way home and pick you up some crackers, too. Is there anything else you want? You can have anything.” Hannibal said. Surely the pup could think of something else he want-

“Nope. Just a bear and some cackers pease! Can I go home yet?” Will said and looked at Hannibal with his bottom lip stuck out. Hannibal stood up with his newly signed papers. 

“I’ll see if you can get slicked soon. You gotta get all empty before you leave, it’s just the rules. Next time I’ll take care of it, okay? I’ll go see.” Hannibal explained and Will humphed and nodded. He wanted to go home with daddy already. He wanted to get his new bear and he wanted his crackers. Daddy said he would get them for him. Will liked Hannibal. 

Will looked at the other pets who were getting slicked. A thin red scaled snake boy and a chubby fluffy white haired ragdoll boy. Will liked the kitty boy, he was nice and smart and liked to talk during play time. 

When Hannibal returned he had Will’s full attention. 

“Once these two are done they’re going to let you go ahead. Do you want me to help you still? If you do, they're going to take you to an exam room instead of out here.” Hannibal explained to Will. Will bit his lip and thought for a moment. 

“Yep, I still want daddy to hode me. Is they taking me to the doctor room so I can be on the table?” Will asked. He had been in the exam room before. When he got a stick stuck in his mouth or when that snake boy bit him. Hannibal smiled. 

“What a smart boy you are! Yes, so you can be on the table. That way you can hold onto my chest and be closer to my neck if you want. I know doggy noses are so sensitive.” Hannibal said and reached through and booped Will’s nose. Hannibal couldn’t be happier with the pup. Hannibal sat down onto his butt and looked over at the nurses who were coaching the two pets who were getting their turn on the shaking machines. The nurses seemed to be being kind to them. They let the two hold hands and they were wiping away sweat from their faces. Hannibal even heard one encouraging the thinner one to keep going. 

“Will, do they treat you like that? Do they treat the other pups like that when you get all congested?” Hannibal asked. 

“Not really. They don’t treat us or da bears as good as the not us. They really like them two though cause they’re old and they usually take care of each udder. They don’t like older pups doe…” Will ended sadly. Hannibal nodded. It made him almost mad to know the people here don’t treat all these perfect wonderful creatures the same. 

“That’s alright baby. They shouldn't do that but soon you’ll be living with me and I’ll treat you like the little prince you are.“ Hannibal said and Will clunked his head against the bars so Hannibal could scratch at his hair and rub his ears. 

“Mrs. Lecter you can use the exam room now. Nurse Ashley’s waiting in there. We’ll have a little take home kit for you up from when you’re done! Happy adoption day Will! I hope this is a good fit! Make sure to eat lots of crackers for me!” Said the young man who had shown Hannibal back. He looked like he had tears in his eyes. Hannibal looked at him for a moment. 

“Sorry I just-” He got choked up for a moment but waved it off for a moment and continued in a forced crackling voice.”Will’s been here for a while and sometimes I let him sit by the desk because he’s so well behaved. I’m not allowed to come and actually help or anything but I’ve snuck him crackers from my lunches a few times and he just-” The boy let out a few tears but smiled as he dabbed them away with his sleeves. “He just lights up like it’s Christmas. I hope you take real good care of him. The nurses and techs don’t really care for him but I - I sure do. Sorry I’m such a wreck.” The boy said and pushed his hand to pet Will before unlocking the kennel. Will stretched and stood up on his feet. He pressed his face into the side of the young man who continued crying but spoke softly to the pup. 

“You have fun now Will. You’re going to a nice new home. Behave, remember your manners, and make sure to be polite.” The young man said and looked at Will’s smiley face before turning and hurrying away. 

“That my friend. He feeds me cheesy poofies.” Will said flumped onto Hannibal’s chest. Hannibal put his arms under Will’s and nuzzled into the pup’s hair. 

“Come on my dear, let’s get you all empty then we can go home. How does that sound?” Hannibal said as he ran his hands around Will’s back, he was surprised at how muscular it felt under the thin white shirt. Will wagged and raised his head to give Hannibal a small lick on his cheek. 

“Yes please, daddy.” Will said moved to stand behind Hannibal with his hand on Hannibal’s waist. ‘ Follow’ position. A good trained position that kept pet’s close to owner’s especially in crowded or stressful spaces. 

“Good boy!” Hannibal said and walked to the exam room door and pushed it open. The strong looking blonde woman stood with a sour look on her face, Ashley. 

“On the table. Why do you constantly wear these when you know you’re geting slicked.” the nurse said in a mean voice  as Will hurried to get on the table. She roughly pulled down Will’s shorts. Hannibal was furious when the vet turned to him and said 

“You know we have other pets who aren’t so difficult. Prettier and much younger too.” Hannibal had to school his emotions. Once this was over and Will was home and settled he would put in a complaint about this woman. Will got positioned so he was facing away from the nurse on his knees spread, hands on the table. 

“I find that I am already quite attached to Will. I do not need a younger dog, I need a companion to accompany me home.” Hannibal said and moved so he could scratch at Will’s stumbly chin. The pup relaxed and leaned into Hannibal’s hand but jumped when something slammed onto the table. 

“Well, Mr. Lecter, I’m just trying to help. Will is the worst dog I’ve ever had to deal with. He’s rude, stubborn, he complains constantly, and he’s so needy. While all the other pets we have happily and gratefully accept the chance to get slicked and have some fun, Will here complains and whines and then on top of all that he cries. I really think you should look around again.” Ashley explained as the messily put a large vial of something clear, a large syringe, and a much too large for Will vibrator. Hannibal was furious and he got close to Will so he could cover his flopped over ear. Will was so stiff, so tense, but he let Hannibal silence the world to him.

“I will have your head on a stake if you say anything so rude and uncalled for about my dog. If you do not leave right now I will sink this entire establishment. Go.” Hannibal growled at the woman whose face rapidly lost all color. She walked back toward the door hurriedly. 

“Ok-kay sir, I’ll go get Linni. Sorry Sir.” Ahsley said and slipped out of the door. Hannibal uncovered Will’s ears and petted them. He bent and kissed Will’s forehead through the loose curls that sat there. The pup looked up at him with a confused face.

“What happened? We going home now?” Will asked, his eyes looked hopeful. Hannibal got even closer so Will’s face was near his shoulder and he ran his fingers through the curly hair. Will happily moved his hands to wrap around Hannibal’s shoulders, sitting up on his knees. Will gently placed his chin over Hannibal’s shoulder, breathing deeply. 

“No Miss Ashley decided that the other vet is going to come take care of us. Just try to stay relax, baby.” Hannibal whispered into Will’s ear. Will was resting relaxed and warm against him. Hannibal could feel the pup’s hot breath against his neck. After a moment the brunette woman walked in quietly. She looked nervous but smiled still at Hannibal. 

“Hello… Doctor Lecter! Ashley told me that you’d prefer it if she didn’t administer this procedure. Well I’m Linni Cown, I usually don’t tend to the dogs. I actually take care of the birds, reptiles, and half the felines but I’m happy to do this last one for Will. William, how’re we doing?” the blue scrub clad woman said as she looked over what had been sat out. She picked up and looked at the instrument that was used for the slicking process with drawn up eyebrows and confused look. Will stayed rather relaxed and leaned his head against Hannibal’s neck. 

“‘M cold. I ‘anna go home wif daddy already.” Will said and shivered a small bit. The exam room was somewhat cold and Ashely had bared his bottom and genitals to the cold air. Linni hummed and slipped on a new pair of blue medical gloves. 

“Well I think we have a blankie around here somewhere you can have until you’re done. I think I need to use a different sized instrument though. Will, sweety, do you remember what number class you’re in?” Linni said and turned to dig through the cabinets. She pulled out what looked like a thermal pink towel and looked back at him. Hannibal rubbed up and down Will’s back. 

“I dunno. Nurse Ashley nev’r told me nothin’.” Will muttered and scooted a little closer to Hannibal so his chest was against Hannibal’s. The vet nodded and looked at Hannibal mouthing ‘ Do you have his papers’. Hannibal nodded and pulled out the papers he had received. He handed them over to the vet who read them over quickly before looking at the toy that had been placed out in disbelief and then at Will. She shook her head and went to retrieve a different vibrator. 

“You’re doing super well. You can throw that blanket up over you however you want. Just leave your tail out the bottom, okay? I think the other vet accidentally left out the wrong slicker. You’re in the blue B class for your size and weight and age. Silly Miss Ashley left a red B class toy out. That’s far too big.” The vet said. Hannibal could tell she was angry but Will was none the wiser as he sat back on his heels to get the pink blanket. Will smiled as he unfolded it and threw it up over his head so it covered his back. The pup then went right back to holding himself close to his daddy. 

“Oh, If it doesn’t mention in his papers, usually on any dog over the age of twenty five we use artificial slick to help them kinda get stimulated and get their own glands goin’.” The vet said as she used the syringe to draw up a decent amount of the clear fluid, lubricant. 

“Where should I get that from? Pet stores or is it prescription?” Hannibal asked and watched the nurse put away the vial and grab a wet wipe. 

“We’ll give you a vial that should last about two years, that is if you’re slicking every six months as we recommend. After that you can get it from any pet supply store and I’ve seen many people start ordering the thicker mixes from the internet. The thicker stuff is usually used for… stiffer patients. Like Will! Will, sweety, I’m gonna go ahead and put this inside and push it in okay?” Linni explained as she used one gloved had to hold his tail and open him up so she had access to his hole. She quickly used the wet wipe to clean around his hole. Will whined and squeezed his arms tighter around Hannibal’s shoulders. 

“Yeah… it’s ‘ight.” Will mumbled and tried to flick his tail to the side. 

The vet grabbed the syringe and placed it at Will’s entrance. Hannibal whispered into Will’s ear. 

“Breathe Will. It’s alright, daddy’s here.” The older man said and Will went slack. The vet smiled and gently pushed the small nib at the end of the syringe into Will’s body. Hannibal rubbed up and down the pup’s back, cooing lightly. The nurse pulled back after a few moments. 

“You did such a good job, Will. You are getting a treat after this! You’re doing such a good job. I’m going to position it under you now. You know what to do.” Linni said and moved the smaller blue toy, which had buttons on the wine flared base and a much smoother texture than the one previous to it. Once the tip of it touched Will’s now slick hole he sighed. 

“Daddy…” Will whimpered and eased back a bit. Hannibal shushed him and pressed a kiss to the side of his head. Will stopped for a moment and Hannibal could feel his eyebrows scrunch together. Will sat back a bit quicker until he was sitting on his heels, completely down on the instrument. He flicked his head back to throw the pink fabric off of him. 

“That it? It usually hurt more. Wha happened?” Will said and looked at the nurse and then at Hannibal, switching a few times. He rose up and sat back down a few times. Nurse Linni smiled and pressed the first of four buttons, a slight hum filled the room. Will hugged Hannibal’s stomach and pressed his face into his owner’s chest. 

“We’ll send you guys home with this size. I don’t know why she was forcing him onto that thing. That is for like… well bears your size and bigger. Poor baby.” Linni whispered to the doctor as she wrote a note on a small paper pad on the counter behind her. 

Will was whining and panting while Hannibal pulled the blanket back up over his head like he had done moments before. 

“Daddy! Daddy! Hnnn- Go- go ‘way. Go ‘way. Don’t g-get ick-y” Will stuttered and struggled out as he put his arms against Hannibal’s abdomen. He didn’t push but he let all his weight lean onto the doctor. Hannibal just shushed him and rubbed his back. 

“You’re doing so well! What a good ki- doggy! Good doggy!” Linni said. She corrected herself and looked at Hannibal mouthing ‘ Sorry, used to cats.’ and Hannibal waved it off. Will hadn’t even noticed. He just whined and wiggled around. The vet had gotten what looked similar to a toilet seat cover, it was bigger though and much thicker,  and placed it all around underneath Will. 

“Babe I just put a pad down so daddy won’t get anything on him. You’re doing really well. Do you think I need to measure or can you tell me when you’re done?” Linni said to Will as she petted lightly on Will’s fluffy tail. Will relaxed completely and let his own slick easily slip past his rim and onto the pad below. 

“I… I can tell you? I fought you tode me?” Will asked. He’d never gotten to say when he was done before. Linni closed her eyes and looked down for a moment. Hannibal could feel the anger radiating from her. Perhaps he should let her take the lead on… handling the other vet. She then took a deep breath and rubbed the small of Will’s back. 

“Yes sweet sweet Will, you tell me when you feel like you don’t need this anymore and we’ll clean you up and get you going with daddy. If you get too sensitive or you feel tired or you start feeling a little nauseous, we’ll stop. If you just don’t feel like you need it, we’ll stop. You’re being so good so far so I’m trusting you to tell me or daddy okay?” Linni explained and continued to pet calmly down the brown tail. 

Will nodded and let out loud breaths and small ‘uh’ and ‘ah ah’s as he wiggled around. Hannibal alternated between rubbing Will’s shoulders and back to petting his hair and rubbing his ears. 

“N’more please. I don’t- I feel puk-y” Will muttered and clunked his head against Hannibal’s chest. The vet quickly turned off the shaking tool and slid it down out from where it sat shallowly inside the pup. Will whined and was swaying a bit. A big glob of slick slipped out of him and he gagged. 

Hannibal quickly looked over to where a trash can but Linni was already handing him a blue barf bag to hold over Will’s mouth. 

“Shhh, shh, it’s okay. It’s okay. Poor thing.” Hannibal whispered as Will turned a rather rude pale color and gagged again. 

“Here! Here! Drink.” Linni said as she quickly brought over a bottle filled with something fizzy and clear. Linni put the bottle to Will’s lips and looked at him sternly. Will reluctantly sipped it for a few seconds before the vet pulled it away and handed him a few crackers. “Eat.” She said in a solid no argument way. Will nibbled the two crackers and then burped. 

“Sometimes Dogs can get nauseous during this. It’s nothing concerning. Some ginger ale and a few crackers usually helps. Um, ginger and peppermint can also help. I’ve heard that baby food can also help, but I’ve never tried it. I would always keep a trash can nearby just in case.” Linni said to Hannibal as she pulled a few paper towels from the dispenser. She wiped Will’s legs and his bottom as she spoke to the tired looking pup. Will’s eyelids drooped and he was leaning heavily on Hannibal’s chest again. 

“You did so well! Good job telling me when you started to feel bad! That’s what you should always do. We never want you to get sick.” Linni said and threw away the soaked pad. She quickly pulled a pad of paper towels to hold under Will’s bum. 

‘ Is he still awake? I think we need either a pad for his shorts or a pull up. He’s still really drippy. ’ Linni whispered. Hannibal looked down to see Will barely awake and drifting. Hannibal smiled and petted Will’s head for a moment. 

“Go ahead and get a pull up. I’ll carry him out. Would you be a dear and go get all his send home stuff for me? I don’t want to have to put him down and pick him up again and again.” Hannibal whispered back with a charming smile. The vet nodded and turned around. She looked for a moment in the cabinet before turning back around to look at Will and then back at the cabinet before pulling out a white diaper and a dark green fabric cover. 

“We’ll just wrap this on him and I’ll gather your things up in a bag. Let’s get him into the lobby, it’s much warmer.” Linni whispered and winked at the Doctor. She quickly wiped Will again before fixing the thick material around his hips and then covering it with the green cover. She slipped his shorts up to his knees and then to his hips when Hannibal picked him up off the table. Hannibal positioned him so his arms and head were over his shoulders and he could hold him with one arm under his bottom and one around his shoulders. 

Soon Hannibal had a cheap blue tote full of papers and supplies and Will was getting a kiss from the secretary boy. 

Will slept the entire time they drove home, all bundled in the blanket he had from his kennel. Hannibal was nervous but he left Will in the car as he ran into a toy store for a total of seven minutes. He had purchased a large dark brown teddy bear and put it in the back seat. Will stirred but he rolled and little and continued to sleep. Hannibal drove home smiling. 

“Will, darling, perfect little puppy wuppy, we’re home.” Hannibal said in a silly voice as he rubbed Will’s shoulder. Will blinked away and turned his head to look at Hannibal. His hair was a mess and one of his ears was flipped backwards. “‘Ome?” Will said and looked to see his new house and brightened up and sat to look. Hannibal flipped his ear back and pulled him up from the car. 

“Yep, you’re new home. I already went and put everything away so you can come on in.” Hannibal said as he brought Will to the door and watched the pup bounce slightly and wag excitedly. 

“I’m so e’cited! Can I have crackers now? The rec’angle ones?” Will yapped happily as Hannibal led him through the entry. Will wagged and looked around with his mouth open as he walked through the house. Hannibal stopped by the kitchen. There was a box of plain ole club crackers sitting on the counter. Will spotted them and jumped around. 

“Daddy! Daddy! Crackers! Crackers!” Will said and stood with his fingers holding the edge of the counter. He tapped his feet happily and his tail swished back and forth.  

“Yup. I’ll get you a bowl and you can eat as many as you want and then we can just put a lid on them and you can keep them in your room.” Hannibal said and dug out a large blue tupperware out and opened the crackers, filling the bowl. Will looked like he could hardly contain himself, he bounced and wagged and smiled brightly, with his ears and up as they could get.

Soon Will was munching on his crackers happily as he looked around his new house with Hannibal. Hannibal opened one of the doors saying “This is yours”. 

Will looked inside and gasped running over to climb onto the bed. Putting the bowl onto the floor haphazardly. The bear was sat atop plain blue flannel sheets. Will whined and yipped loudly. 

“BEAR ” and Hannibal smiled. 

This was a perfect fit.

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Oh please, can I request the first time s/o rubs her nose against tecchou’s nose?

You don’t have an idea how I love tecchou’s fluff, like, everyone agrees he’s the most affectionate guy😭how I love my baby

AAHFSHSHSVSV I LOVE TECCHOU SM THIS IS SO CUTE. i had a pretty bad mental health week recently so i’m sorry for not finishing this earlier!!

nose to nose–

tecchou suehiro x gn! reader

a/n – this ask was too cute and i actually sobbed bc i love tecchou more than words can describe 🫶🏼

content – tecchou fluff, fem! reader, really just cute relationship type stuff, tecchou calls reader ‘sweetheart’ and ‘ my love ’ ,added backstory for absolutely no reason,i think that’s it! lmk if i missed anything!

synopsis – cute lil nose bumps with tecchou :)

when tecchou had first met you, he didn’t understand why his stomach felt so queasy. was it the soy sauce he’d put in his coffee? no. it couldn’t be that– he’d drank it many times before, so what was different about today?

you–a new addition to the hunting dogs– you were the only new thing about today. his daily rituals of working out during meetings, going on his own little adventures after getting a mission done a little too quickly; all of that would now be thrown off balance because you were here.

this feeling in his stomach would go away sooner or later

or– that’s what he’d thought.

even then; two months after you’d arrived into their little group of strangely strong super freaks, the weird queasiness never subsided within tecchous stomach.

the way you smiled at jouno made his stomach churn in a way that could only be described as anger, but why would he get upset over two of his coworkers just chatting? he wasn’t sure what was wrong with him, so he went to the one member of the hunting dogs who hadn’t been so wrapped up in their space; tachihara.

tecchou went up to the fake ginger and asked him simply about why his stomach burned every time you were around him, yet it also burned with anger when you talked to anyone that wasn’t him.

“i dunno man, sounds like you like her to me-”the other male shrugged. which led to tecchou realizing that he did, in fact, like you.

and that’s what led to now, three months after tecchou had so bravely walked up to you the same day he’d found out that he actually liked you and asked you for “the honor of being his girlfriend” and who were you to tell the (arguably) cutest hunting dog no?

the two of you were sat on your couch, watching another stupid movie that tecchou had picked out. he refused to watch any high tense hostage or action movies; insisting that he “hated people getting tortured for no reason”

you’d been staring at your boyfriend for the past two minutes, trying to telepathically tell him that you absolutely did not want to watch this movie anymore, but he obviously couldn’t get your wavelengths.

the male kept shoving his face full of his buttered popcorn mixed with mustard– something that had his breath smelling disgusting and you avoiding every kiss he’d tried giving you.

“ ‘hiroooo ” you whined out towards your boyfriend, which made him finally turn his attention towards you, popcorn crumbs and mustard stained over his mouth and somehow even on his nose. you could never understand how your boyfriend got so messy while eating; it was a true mystery.

“ yes, my love? ” he’d chirped out, titling his hair so his fluffy hair that you could play with for hours upon hours. “can we change it? this is so boring!”you sighed, leaning closer to him, trying to take the remote that was placed on his lap.

“but i like this–”the males words stopped short when you got closer to him. try as he might, tecchou suehiro was the type of man to basically malfunction whenever you got closer to him. his hands found their way to your waist, moving the remote off his lap, causing you to let out a groan. you were so close and of course your puppy of a boyfriend couldn’t realize what you were doing!

the male moved you onto his lap with a ease, looking up at you as you stared down at him,“ you’re so pretty, y/n.”he leaned up, going to kiss you. and even though you loved your boyfriend, you weren’t going to kiss his popcorn and mustard filled mouth.

you slightly turned, shaking your head before putting your forehead on his, rubbing your nose against his. and let me tell you, tecchou was gobsmacked.

he looked up at you with a small frown, still staying close to you,“my love, do you not want to kiss me?” he asked as you let out a laugh. “you’re breath stinks, ‘hiro. ”

tecchou was never the type to complain, so he’d take the smallest of nose rubs from you, even if it confused him for the first six seconds it had happened.

“ if i go brush my teeth, can i kiss you?” he asked softly

you never did end up getting that remote.

the ending kinda sucked, i’m sorry! but i hope you enjoyed it nonetheless!

likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated, thank you!!

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Hello everyone!! Today I grow a year older :3 (and I hate it lmao) FEEL FREE TO REPLY BIRTHDAY WISHES IF YOU WANT :3

So, over the time I've come back here, I've become pretty confident and proud of my once hidden passion about sick characters, sickfics and sick comfort/whump... 🌡️

And you all have been so supportive and sweet despite my weirdness so I thank you for that. You helped me feel more confident in my otherwise weird fixation <3 So, for my birthday I thought I'd try and make up a little drawing challenge for anyone who wants to give it a try... There are soo many talented artists on this site (and in this fandom)

So... It's your turn to target your faves now. You will see how fun it is and hopefully understand why I love doing it so much. 😈🌡️

(plus it's my birthday and I require some sustenance LMAO JKJK)

But yeah anyone can join in. This is just for fun though! You don't have to if you don't want to! I think its okay to ask for some food on my birthday though...right?? X'D So if you wanna do sth for my birthday...then... 👉👈 💦

CHALLENGE BELOW~

DRAW YOUR FAVE ON A SICK DAY CHALLENGE🌡️😷🥵🤧

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(Mmmmkay, I am lying to myself when I say this isn't mostly aimed at the RainCode community... X'D Can't help myself. But anyone can join regardless of the fandom!!)

So here's the challenge and the rules!! (featuring my two main lil targets ofc :3)

Regardless of who it is, put your fave through some sickness hell >:3c I'd love to see it! Make em' as miserable as you want!

destroy them 😈 jkjk XD

If you're in the RainCode community you can target anyone, but as you know, my main targets are Yuma and Makoto. If they're also your faves and who you decide to use, that will make me extra happy!

Some tips for anyone new to drawing a sick day scenario art. A few things that make it look convincing are the following:

Pajamas or Loungewear

Messy Bed Hair

Fever flushed face w sweat or at least a red nose

Tired Eye bags

Shivery body

Ice Pack or a Compress on the head

Thermometer sticking from their mouth

LOTS OF BLANKETS

Tissues or medicine surrounding them

Tea or Soup (or both)

Those are just to name some from the top of my head. If you'd like some pointers on how to make a character look ill, check out my Fever Coloring Guide. This is for digital artists but traditional artists can try it too!

You can add injury or angst to the scene but I'd like illness to be the main focus of it.

The scene can be anything you want to, it can be fluffy and wholesome (with a caretaker) it can be angsty, or it can be silly. Its all up to you! Do it for the sake of fluff! Caretaking scenes are the best for any kind of relationship >w<

Either way, have fun with it!! I look forward to see what people make if they decide to give it a try! It doesn't even have to be a full on picture! Doodles and sketches are fine too! Just show me something >w<

(feel free to tag me and say happy b-day and mention my challenge, I am proud to be known for this and would love for many to participate :3) I wanna see you take a go at it :3 Show me your style! :D

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(wow look at me misspelling the word writing on text when I did it fine with my own hands lol)

Now, I know not everyone can draw...

Well never fear! I accept writing as well! ✍️✍️✍️

(hi vivia lol sorry for giving you a cold, at least you have an excuse to read and do nothing now haha x3)

Sickfics are one of the biggest things I live for! Any little drabbles or full fics with more than one chapter are welcome! Again target who you want any fandom you want, but I'll def be super happy if you make a RainCode fic. And even happier if you target my faves as well, but again, anything will do! Just make a cute story about your fave being miserable and being tended to! Trust me, it's super fun!

You can add injury or angst to the scene but I'd like illness to be the main focus of it.

Feel free to post your writing here and tag me or mention my AO3!

If you need a start to your fic, look on my blog for illness prompts! Maybe it can help give you a good start or give some inspiration! (thats why I share 'em :3)

I look forward to anything you try to write!

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That's about all!! I hope you decide to participate! ✨

Good luck, have fun, and godspeed you future whumpers! 😈

(nah jk XD)

AGAIN THIS IS FOR FUN! NO PRESSURE IF YOU DON'T WANT TO!

[nagitoro]

｡ₓ ू ₒ DENY, THEN EMBRACE — RIN ITOSHI

he'll deny these feelings, those anonymous gifts, and the need to hug you.

a rin itoshi oneshot! rin itoshi x fem! reader

iya's notes ; my first work on my new blog! i made it extra fluffy for everyone >&lt;

rin itoshi thinks he is a master of it, the art of denial. he denies most things, and in very different aspects too.. like being asked to hang out, his answers would be a stern "no thanks.", he denies the anger he feels whenever isagi yoichi, his rival, steals a soccer goal away from him. but the biggest denial of his life, is in love.

and is in you, the denial of his own feelings. rin itoshi isn't so accustomed to having such musty feelings, as he referred to them as such. but, to be honest, rin doesn't mind feeling it in the comfort of his own mind, where his imagination and love roam free.

he's not allowed to fall in love yet, when he has a huge dream and a path to take in front of him. it's a distraction. from the soccer career he is putting his life on, something that he has excelled in all his life, second only to his brother, sae. maybe one day, those feelings will eventually fade.

rin itoshi is not a believer in romances, after all. he trusts that maybe in a week, such feelings will go away. maybe.. in two weeks? a month? two months? he doesn't know, it's been how long since he wished his longing to be by your side would just go away, to not let it plague his mind. as good as the feelings he gets from it, it makes him weak, he thinks.

vulnerability isn't so much what rin itoshi aspires to be, and yet in the presence of you.. he feels every bit of the word vulnerable. it makes him weak in the knees, making him feel shivers from head to toe. “it's just a crush, this is how it normally feels like.” he reminds himself, he's had a few crushes before, how does this make it any different.

“rin!” your voice calls out, and his soul gets turned into a messy puddle. he tries his best to keep calm, fixing his coat and hair subconsciously before coughing, clearing his throat. why? it's his subconscious speaking, the player thinks. “hello.” and as you walk towards him with a grin, he could only muster a weak (and honestly shy) smile back.

rin itoshi doesn't even smile most of the time. but i think any smile that came from him, an always upset and reclusive man would be a huge advancement towards a more neutral, at least personality.

he held a small conversation with you about nothing in particular, until you mentioned something about wanting to buy plushies and figurines. explaining how cute they are and that you're starting a collection of such items, showing him a picture of a lamb holding what seemed to be a tulip. “is this.. what you want?” he asks, no emotions shown on his face and yet inside the cogs of his head were working.

itoshi rin went home that day, seemingly happy to see you once in a while. sitting on his clean desk, he thinks deeply. reminiscing the quite short conversation you two had earlier that day. a much more visible grin on his face, he was after all in the comfort of his own bedroom so he felt free to express little bits of happiness and what people called butterflies in their stomach.

he grabbed his phone, typing in “lamb with tulip” before stopping, staring at the wall in front of him with a look that could only be embarrassment. what am i thinking.. buying them this can't buy their love. he shakes his head at the thought, being a firm believer that not even money can buy affection and love, especially yours. rin took another look at the plushie, before imagining you holding on to it tightly with a very pleased expression.

he smiled to himself again, like an exercise to his face's muscles that he hadn't quite had in a long while. rin pressed the buy now button, before putting his phone down a few minutes later. they don't have to know that it's from me.. all they need to know that it came from someone who adores them, even if i am not allowed to. he thinks to himself, burying his face into his hands while thinking about his feelings.

i will like them, as long as my heart wants to. rin itoshi nods to himself, maybe.. he has the hold over his feelings for you by now. standing up to go to the mirror, he looks at himself, the faint blush on his face as he sighs out loud. “i don't think my heart will ever stop liking them.”

a few days later, rin sneaks to your apartment, and stuffs something into the mail carefully. his disguise was shades, a baseball cap and a black facemask. making sure to look around before placing it inside, he smiles then walks away. rin waited in anticipation for your reaction, perhaps a message? no, there was no indication that it was from him anyways, no letter, not even a measly sticky note.

opening his instagram, he sees a post. and instinctively, rin grins. you look perfect. he thought, staring at the selfie you took with the plushie, holding it in different poses. the caption of your post read:

@username: whoever gave me this will get a hug and a lot of thanks, tysm anon &lt;3

rin blinks, is that true? he thinks, tapping his finger nervously on his wooden desk. “maybe it's a joke, she wouldn't. and besides, she doesn't know..” he gulps down, sighing. but the thought of other people who may admire you, taking credit for buying you that gift take his chance away from receiving a hug makes him frown, a huge scowl accompanied with thoughts of multiple people taking credit. his brows furrow and he slumps on his bed.

rolling over and over, wondering if he should text you. “but how..” he blinks up at the ceiling, this is stupid he thinks. i look like a middle school student with a stupid crush.. and quite frankly, it's true. rin can't help but feel young and dumb, in the face of what might possibly be his first love. what happened to just denying it all?

he thinks it's too late to deny it, he's enamored.

not my fault.. i can't help but like you, who wouldn't? i'm not going to deny it.. not when i want to give my all for her.. this is the only other thing i want other than soccer, my other wish, is them, and what seems to be an impossible.. romance? with her. i can't believe myself, using terms like that. it's icky.

he shivered, rin seemed like one of those characters of romance movies that he despised. but how long would it take if he still denied the feelings he held for you? how long would his wait of “it'll go away soon, they're just a crush anyways.” go on? rin thinks he's already too deep in, maybe, just maybe this is the type of love that he imagined to be disgusting. if so, why is it making him feel like a new person, a much better, and a less selfish person.

and as he types into his phone, his hands shake with nervousness. this was one of the stepping stones he had to overcome, to get a little closer to you.

@ rinitoshi : when's the meetup? i need to have that hug y/n