#i have nothing to say other than AWOOGA

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Neil Ellice's instagram story, september 18th 2023c

[ulquiorrapleasecallmetrash]

hello! i want to request something 🙏🏻

I want to request what bleach male think when y/n wearing formal suit (covered completely)but the skirt is too short and so tight

Fandom: Bleach

Genre: Headcanons

Rated: 18+ maaayyybeeee 16+ since it isn't too inappropriate.

warnings: slight nsfw

Admin Wisteria🐯: I hope you enjoy this! Thank you for requesting!

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Various Bleach Men's Reaction to s/o wearing a very short skirt headcanons:

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Byakuya Kuchiki:

● At first, Byakuya wouldn’t notice a thing that is, until you dropped something and he happened to look over to see *gasp* Your panties!

● Does a complete double take. 

● In his mind he is thinking, ‘What the actual hell?’

● But he is nice to you on the outside because he is a gentleman. 

●”Dear, isn’t that skirt a bit too…short?” 

● He is blushing to say the least. It’s even worse that your buttocks was a jumpscare to him. 

● Your answer to his question will depend on his mood. 

● If you apologize and put on a longer skirt then he will be happy but if you tease him and ignore it then he will be salty for the rest of the night. 

● But the best of both worlds is you teasing him and then just change your skirt to a longer one because there is nothing wrong with teasing him.

● I highly recommend it myself.

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Sosuke Aizen:

● His eyes will go slightly wide, when he sees you in a tight skirt. 

● He’s taking in your perfect body in it. 

● Will act as a gentleman as much as possible. 

●”But deep down he is like, ‘AWOOGA’

● Won’t ask you to change your skirt, but instead will get a little protective if you are around other people. 

● He will be staring at you all night long. 

● And if you catch him and wink at him then you both already know how the night is going to end. 

● He will sneak in touches and squeeze your bum.

● Then later, he is going to take that sexy skirt off and -*insert profanities here*

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Ichigo Kurosaki:

● Even as an adult he still gets a bit flustered when you are wearing a short skirt. 

●  I personally would wear the short skirt to further tease him because he is so fun to tease. 

● Like, purposely bend over so he can see your ass in those cute panties that he loves. 

●His face will be red as a  strawberry. 

● Him: “W-what? W-why are you wearing that short skirt?!” 

You: “Because it’s cute, Duh Ichi!” 

● He will kindly ask you to wear a longer skirt, of course he will say because he doesn’t want others to see you like that but I think we all know what he means. 

● It’s more for his sake rather than yours. 

●Once he cools down and you do put on a longer skirt I encourage you to tease him. 

● Yeah, he will be blushy and grumbily for a bit but it makes it all the more funny.

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Toshiro Hitsugaya:

●”No.” That is the end of the conversation between you and him. 

● He doesn’t want to play parent but no. He isn’t going to let you go out dressing like that. 

● He is 100% sure Rangiku dared you or to do this crazy thing because you should have known he would not allow this. 

● “Come on Toshi, it’s just a skirt nothing more, nothing less.” 

●”No.” Short, simple and to the point. He will not argue about it because he knows you have sense that’s why he is dating you. 

●  You weren’t going to say anything but you totally notice how red he was through the whole conversation.

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Kenpachi Zaraki:

● Honestly, My mans has no shame. 

●He loves how the skirt looks on you. 

●And those thighs… and your ass…

●He is grinning from ear to ear. 

●Will definitely tease you for wearing something so riskay.

●”Are you trying to get my attention? Because you certainly did, you’re so naughty~.” 

● Be prepared to be spanked, and grabbed all night.

● No shame. No shame. No shame. 

● Will totally let you go out like that, because if  anyone does something to you, he can just kill them. 

● And now he has something to stare at all night. 

●Will probably make you leave the event early so you guys can- *censored* *Censored* *censored*.

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Ulquiorra Cifer:

●Honestly he has no idea what to think about the skirt. 

●At first he sees nothing wrong with it. 

●Even if you bent over to show him your panties. Nothing.

●Honestly you finally get a reaction when someone else actually touches you. 

● That’s when he his mind goes, ‘Wait- that’s illegal.’

 ●Will kill the offender in question without remorse for touching  you like that. 

●After killing them he will walk up straight up to you and says sternly to never wear anything like that again.

●And he will go on and on about how it is only for your protection and you will have to more than that to get him to...”be aroused”.

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Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez:

●He will be very confused. 

●He probably will wonder why your skirt is so short or too tight. 

● If you tell him it’s something you want to try out for fashion or whatever then he will just be like, okay, and move on. 

●But if you perfectly bend over and he sees your panties he would not know how to react. 

●Not because of arousal, just pure confusion. 

●”Why is your underwear showing…?”

● You would have to explain to him why you did it on purpose. 

●Still wouldn’t understand the big deal until something similar happens just like with ulquiorra. 

●The offender touches you and Grimmjow kills them. 

●Will tell you to never wear anything like that  infront of anyone else again.

● But hey, he didn’t say you couldn’t wear anything like that with just him. wink wonk.

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[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| The Distraction ||

Matt Murdock x female reader

🚨🚨🚨 LOVE CONFESSIONS, IDIOTS IN LOVE, ITALICISED OH, AWOOGA AWOOGA! I made Frank a himbo sorry lol 🚨🚨🚨 IF U LIKE PLS REBLOG

You nonchalantly slink into the near-deserted bathrooms where Matt is waiting for you, holding out the passcard with a huge pleased smirk on your face, the music of the party fading as the door closes behind you.

“Piece of cake!” you say, but you don't miss the terse look on his face as he takes it from you. “What's the matter, Murdock? It's going to plan.”

Matt huffs out a short, strained laugh. “You were getting pretty friendly with that security guard.”

“Uh yeah, I kinda have to Matt, that's how I get the goodies, you know that.”

“Yeah,” he mumbles, and then with a slight hesitance, “but did you need to fawn all over him so much? It could have drawn unwanted attention. You could have been caught.”

You raise a brow. “I ‘accidentally’ bumped into him and apologised while i unclipped the pass, I wasn't fawning,” you hiss quietly in response. "Don't be so dramatic."

Matt rolls his eyes and leads you out of the other door at the opposite end of the restrooms, both of you quickly making your way towards the office you were intending to break into before the admittedly hot security guard realises that he's been duped.

“You were practically hanging off him, and you called him ‘big boy’…”

“You heard that? Well, did you see him?! He was massive!”

Matt grits his teeth as you both climb the back stairs, trying to hide the green seeping into his eyes. “You were squeezing his bicep, sweetheart. He liked it.”

“I was distracting him!”

“He was more than distracted by what you're wearing… I thought I said pick something simple.”

You shrug your shoulders, glancing down at the black sheath of close fitting fabric with strategic slashes and cutouts that clung to your body. “It is simple!” You defend as you near the room you're looking for. Matt listens for a moment, checking there’s no-one nearby and then swipes the card in the access panel, allowing you entry.

“He gave you his number…” he continues with a whisper, as you start searching the place for where the ledger might be.

“Yeah, well-” They usually always did.

“You put it in your purse.”

Your mouth opens wide at his accusing tone.

“Yeah I did, It's just for show, Matt! I'm not actually gonna call Frank!”

“Oh, it's Frank now is it? Why not? You seemed pretty into him.”

You stop feeling around the wall panels for any secret buttons and face up to Matt. This was nuts. You'd had enough of his ridiculous behaviour. He'd never acted so bothered before now.

“Fuck Matt, what the hell is with you tonight? You're never usually like this on missions!”

“Nothing, I'm just- it's nothing.” He bites his tongue and changes the subject. “Lets just find the book.”

You halt him, your hand firmly on his arm, turning him back to you as you step up closer. “Are you jealous?”

He scoffs, shaking his head. “Jealous? No… not-”

“Matt…” you jibe, a little smile on your lips as you see his neck flush with pink. “Aww, are you? That's so sw-”

You're cut off as Matt's hands reach past your waist, stepping in so close your noses are almost touching, almost taking your breath away with the sudden movement. Your ribcage rises and falls as your breathing becomes extremely shallow as you feel like you're waiting for a bomb to drop.

Matt lets out a sharp breath, tilting his head the tiniest amount to the side, his lips are mere millimetres away…

“Here.” He says flatly, lightly tapping the wooden paneling behind you. You swallow as he pulls his arms back but stays close.

"So..." You begin to say, but he cuts you off.

“Look, maybe… yeah, I am a little jealous,” he admits, and it's your turn to feel hot and bothered. “but we make a good team, and I don't ever want to compromise that if me having… feelings for you isn't something you're happy about.”

Your eyes flicker as you look at his face. He's entirely serious as far as you can tell, waiting for you to say something in response. There were a million things you could say, you had always had a little hidden flame burning for Matt but he had always kept your team ups so professional you never thought there was a chance that you could ever actually date. Yeah, there was the occasional sassy or silly banter you shared and adored, you loved his sense of humour, but you never dared hope that he might feel the same way towards you as you did for him. But now this thing, tonight, was a complete revelation. A bolt from the blue. You didn't think you had ever seen him so nervous confessing to you.

You have to say something, anything.

“Matty,” you breathe in a whispered tone, “we have to get the ledger and get out of here before someone finds us!”

Fuck. You feel so awful. This was completely the wrong moment for confessions and realisations that you might just be each other's lobster but you really had to hurry the fuck up and get gone.

Matt's shoulders slump slightly as he backs up, and you move to give him room to open the safe behind the secret door and retrieve the thing you came for in the first place.

“Alright, hide this in your purse and let's go.” is all he says.

The two of you casually walk out of the gala with no-one any wiser. Your arm is hooked around his and you pull him sharply into an alleyway once you're a couple of blocks away.

“Hey! What are you-” Matt starts, but you shh him.

“Matty, listen to me. I don't want Frank the security guard or the beautiful Elektra who works at the bar,”

Matt lifts his head, slightly confused as to where you're going with this. “Uh, okay…”

“because I'm glad you're jealous, I'm actually fucking ecstatic because when you flirt with other people I'm jealous too!”

“Oh.” he replies, "Oh..." the corner of his mouth tugging up into that familiar smile that always makes you melt inside.

“Matty, I have feelings for you too. I just never thought that in a million years you'd ever be interested in me that way!”

Matt can't help bursting out with laughter. “you'd think us working together for this long we'd be a lot better at communicating.“ he jokes.

“Yeah, just a bit.” you chuckle in response.

You're both standing so close together again, your fingers brushing the lapels of his coat, but you're not gonna let the moment get away this time.

“Can I-” Matt starts to say...

“Kiss me?” You finish for him. He immediately swoops forwards, his hands coming up to frame your face as soft lips press against your own, his thumbs stroking and caressing your cheek and jaw as you experience something that never thought would happen between you. Your own hands snake around his shoulders and neck as he kisses you deeper as your nails scratch at the shorter hair at his nape as you grab for him. The tip of his tongue teases along the line of your mouth, and you open to let him in, a soft moan escaping as he probes deeper, tongue dancing sensually with your own. You press up against him, the sculpted muscle that you had only ever seen from afar now right beneath your fingertips, Matt seemingly feeling the same excitement at being able to touch you as one hand holds you at your waist under your coat and the other comes up gently behind your head to pull you even closer. When you finally break for breath you're both grinning like idiots.

“Maybe we should get back to mine?” You suggest, panting ever so slightly, your eyes dilated and almost as black as the shadows in the alley around you. “We need to get this book somewhere safe, and uh, yeah, I think my place is pretty safe.”

Matt gently leans his forehead against yours, an exhalation leaving his nose in an amused puff of air. “Yeah, totally safe, that's uh… a really good plan.”

You can't wait. You want to get him back to your apartment and kiss him some more, and... maybe other things...

You can't help yourself, angling your head and kissing him again. He's such a fucking good kisser. It's starting to rain. You should really get a cab.

“We should get a cab.” Matt eventually says for you, still focussed on kissing along your jaw to the spot just below your ear and then making his way down your neck as your legs feel like they're about to give out from the bliss you're feeling.

“Mmhm!” is about all you manage before he's guiding you back towards the wet main street and hailing a taxi. Once you're in and it pulls away, you put your hand into your purse, rummaging around and then winding down the window to throw something out.

“Hey, what was that?” Matt asks as you roll the window up and lean into him in the back seat.

“Frank's number.” you reply.

“You sure you don't need that?” Matt checks.

“Yeah, I'm pretty sure.” you smile.

[ikkosu]

HEATED

(prowl.gn.cybertonian.reader)

While rooked into a case he needs to solve, and aside from getting a new partner for, well, reasons — the enforcer is faced with a certain 'predicament' he needs tending.

reader is taller than prowl btw. like, a little bit taller. Or like super tall. I just like the height difference ok. ever since I saw this fanart I just went AWOOGA he's so ndjdjdn his waist damn. I need him submissive. posted this at one am too :D warnings : mild robot gore, and mentions of valve spike. all that stuff.

CHAPTER ONE

UP at the south, Kaon's underground road network hasn't been fairing well these last few solar cyles. The tunnel, swarthed in ink, stretched across from both sides of the labyrinth with each end unseen, fading off into the deep chasm. The only light source now was Swindle's flashlight that lit a soft halo on the ceiling.

The tunnel was extremely obscure under radar. After several Deceptions attempted another revolutionary feat it was then banned of entry. You can barely trace any energon trails entering and leaving the tunnel. Small wonder it was chosen as a hideout — disregarding, of course, the daily patrols now that occured at fixed intervals.

Grimacing, he shifted on his pedes to avoid the murky puddle on his right. The shroud of sulfuric egg, rotten scum and the churn of garbage danced by, and Swindle wouldn't have chosen this place at all if it weren't for the pleasureable sum he's about to be gifted with.

This better be a good deal.

And, on cue, the silhouette of a mech emerged from the shadows, quelling any sense of irritation he had for the late timing. Chastise would be normally an appropriate response. But he figured there'd be no point about huffing now when he's sure this mech's not a force to be reckoned with — and is frame shouldn't be : optics a darkly blue, gold platings a pulsing radiance under the beam of light.

He's a physical embodiment of a shanix-jacked aristocrat. The ones those 'cons' would surely give a good beating to. Him, on the other hand? They're good customers. The best, if any.

"Traffic, eh Senator?" Swindle approaches, servos itching for a good deal. He's already skimming through the many treats he's got under his sleeve.

"Hardly." He grunts with a dismissive wave. "Just some mindless cogs trying to interfere with my work. I ought to establish some policy to prevent them from being this, ugh, trying."

"Believe me, those coppas are as persistent as sparkeaters leechin' off a snuffed mech." He mused.

The mech laughs, a deep rich rumble pricely enough to conjure gold bars. "It's a mystery to know when they'll emerge unannounced."

" Now, onto business. What do we have, here?"

Between them, a barrier, is a table. Producing a rectangular black box from his subspace, the mech sets it down on the surface. Inside, a clink of something can be heard like wind chimes fluttering against the breeze.

"All the crystals from the best of all cities and planets." He said. " Iacon, Vos, Teran, Xaraen — Camien delight, your favorite, is also a plus."

"Ohohoho!" Swindle unlatches the cover and beams at the myriad of vibrant gems. "You can't be giving me these beauties all for nothing, eh? What do I owe you the pleasure of?"

"Oh, nothing grand. I'd just like the usual."

Swindle, for a moment, visibly sags. " Sorry to disappoint but with all the bots cracking down on all of my sources. I don't got too many interesting Intel these days from hiding."

"Oh, no, no,no, no." He waved a servo to stop him." Not the surveillance. I don't need that. I've got enought. What I need, however. Or, rather — my boys on the air has been lacking in some...condiments for their next heist. See to it that they're sufficiently provided."

Now, that's a target he could aim.

"We-ell, why don't'cha just say so?" Swindle grins, interest piqued. "Y'got a benefactor to spare?"

"Quite. He's not very compliant at the moment and I'd rather he is. Could you, perhaps, 'alleviate' that stubbornness of that dear mech?"

Swindle chuckles and does a half-bow, servo on his chassis."Well, my good sir. Anythin' for the customer is a good go. It's in my policy to do so much more than just alleviate his stubbornness." He pinched his foredigit and thumb. Then, rubs it." For a small extra charge, of course."

He throws in several more shanix onto the table.

"I take it you'll be swift?"

"Quick as a turbofox in heat, I assure you."

Ivory white flashes as he grins. "Happy hunting."

THE sun peered between the dark blue clouds of the smothered the sky. Iacon and it's stretching towers loomed above like jagged mountaintops, abstract and austere in all it's glory.

Prowl grips the railings tight. He leant over and rested his helm against the cool metal. Much too cool against the feverish temperature of his helm. Slow and steady he vents, attempting to cool down his heating frame.

The chronometer beeped five thirty. He's outside. Outside in the barely risen morning, disturbed from a barely slept slumber and dragged out to barely risen city straight into a murder scene.

The scenery fleets by in a thin film of blue. Enforcers litter the region, half a mile at most, rousing nearby apartments and living spaces for questioning. Gradually, front porches open. Dawdling mechs and their slow blinking optics, half sleep-induced, are jostled awake at the sight of the officers.

A passing mech was jogging around the vicinity when he supposedly stumbled over a concrete slab. A quick double take proved it wasn't a slab but a dead mech sprawled out on the road, a mini crater indicating the weight of his fall.

And, looking up to the nearby building, where he supposedly fell, a smashed glass on the perfect teeth of windows indicated clear where the incident occured. Obviously, the mech is long gone : grey and parched of color; helm tilted to one side, optics black.

Prowl let's out another breath. It seethed through clenched dentas, hissing out as steam. His servos shook. Footsteps patter behind and Prowl grips it taut to reign it in.

"Sir? Are you—"

"I'm fine." He cuts off the mech. " Who is it?"

The junior officer blinks in surprise, a waver in his voice. "Uh— they, uh. It's someone. They...They claim to be your partner, sir." He trails off, unsure and also surprised at the prospect.

Partner? Prowl skims languidly across the ample litter of mechs bustling about. Only until his optics land on a familiar one, he nods stiffly. "They're with me. You can leave, now."

"Understood."

And not long after did his 'partner' emerged, lifting up the yellow tape, chatting with the passing enforcers amiably before sauntering towards where he stood.

"Not so bustling as I expected to be." You said. " Is it usually this quiet? Or, you could say — dead silent?"

The smaller Praxian had to take several steps back to regard you fully, an unimpressed look on his face. As usual, a loose smile eased at the gesture but you turned away to hide it.

"Enforcer." You bowed and held out a servo.

Instead, he eyes you with a cold reverie, nose raised high and haughty. "Doctor."

"Spoilsport."

And that's what it only took to carve out the familiar, seething scowl. "It's Commander, doctor."

"Actually, it's medic." You mused, optics fleeting over his frame."New paint job?"

"Excuse me?"

Even when he's scowling, the confused puppy look and the flicker of a doorwing alleviated the intimidating factor.

"You look different." You said.

"I don't."

"You kind of do."

"Just—" He rubs his face. "Just what on Cybertron are you trying to insinuate?"

" Come on, now." You nudge him. "Can't a mech compliment a good polished frame?"

Prowl makes an exasperated sound when you gesture to his body. You can't help it when really is shinier than usual. The Ivory veneer plating is practically glowing under the soft rays of the sun. Prowl, however, rubs his face.

"I take it you're aware of your current position?" He eventually says after a moment.

You rubbed your helm thoughtfully, reminiscing the words of Ironhide this morning. All you remember from the debrief was: 'He's a stick down on tha mud'. And also, a stick up his aft? A stick in or stick out? You're not sure.

"Quite." You snort. "Takes a while to get used to it. Especially when Prime didn't inform the reason why. "

"You don't need to know the details behind the transfer."

"Oh, trust me." You said. " I dont think want to, Praxian."

He regards you for a moment before shaking his head, whirling around to inspect the nearby scathes and scratches. Meanwhile, you knelt next to the body and grimaced, sliding on protective gloves. From the corner of your optics, Prowl does as well and he does it with prim and precise movements. It's been a long time since you're out on the fields.

"Why do I have to do this, again?"

Prowl tilts his helm, observing the body at a different angle, the last digit slides inside the sleeve with a plap. "You're experienced with helmichular fracture. Or, working with Cybertronian helms, for that matter."

You scanned the dried energon smeared under the poor mech's helm. Primus, how in Unicron's two aft did he get here? You swivel up. Oh, right. Falling.

"I work with the inner parts. Nothing the same like Chromedome does. That's heinous work. Mine's more on the anatomy, actually."Plating fracture, check. Spinal strut loose and fragile — check. Stiff joints, check. " Couldn't you have figured this out on your own?"

You prod the neck cables, feeling it flaccid. Prowl was silent for a moment. If he was irritated, you could tell by the scowl deepening from the reflection of the puddle beside you.

" I could," he says eventually. "But I don't need your input. I simply.... require a presence to rectify my hypothesis."

Oh? "That's a statement I never thought I'd hear you say." You mutter.

Prowl knelt beside you. He angles himself in a way you would have to look over his shoulder to see the body. The soft scent of datapad and office paperwork wafts by.

"This mech, here, is Strongholt." He said. "He's a member of the High Council. Tasked with handling ammunitions. Obviously, on close inspection it appears as though this body is conformed to the fall."

With the way he worded it, you're sure he doesn't think that way.

"The spinal struts is smashed." You said, optics quick and scaning. "....and everything else is broken. It could be ruled out as suicide but with you here I don't think that's the case."

He lets out a sound you're not sure if it's a conceding one or something else entirely. But he juts out a digit and you look at where he points. Disregarding the scratched plating, some regions of the surface were unusually glossy and some were worn.

"He hasn't gotten his plating polished." Prowl says.

"A bit late for that now, don't you think so?"

"He rushed all the way here in the dead of the night. Why else would he do that?" Prowl rests a servo on his face, mumbling into it thoughtfully. " Senator Stronghold is have said to taken care of his plating with precise delicacy. But this time—" Slowly, he traces a digit along the platings. " —Observe the fringes. It seems indelicate along the seams. His arm is polished but the rest isn't."

"Oookay." You try to grasp the pieces together. Trying to fit in the missing cogs from the machine. "So, he didn't jump. Is that what you're saying?"

"Not suicide."

" Then, what could it be?"

"He brought himself to a place." He muttered. " To somewhere. Unless it's someone and if he complied then it's not a matter of force-handing, is it?"

"I'm assuming things aren't as what they seem to be, apparently."

Prowl taps his thigh in an irritated manner. Either he was talking to himself or to you, it was hard to tell. But with how he disregarded your questions and looks — it was obvious he's cooped up in his thoughts.

"Dragged up there." He continues the muttering to himself. You noticed he's a little restless with the mini-movements he makes. From the rock of his kneeplates and the subtle, but often, flick of his doorwings. " No, down here. He walks. Over there. Then, close to the pole. How many footprints?"

You snapped out of your thoughts with a jolt, scrambling for an answer at the sudden question. Lamely, you said. "Five?"

"No, it's three." He waves at you dismissively. "Foot prints indicate long exposure to standing. Disagreement ensues. Blunt force trauma to the helm. Dragged up—" On cue Prowl swivels up. "Then pushed. Guise of a murder. Two mechs. An accomplice, to be precise."

" A what— Wait— so, hold on." You tug him close, lowering your voice. " He orchestrated his own death?"

Prowl leans away.

"Were you even listening to what I said?" He gives you an incredulous look." If you have so much to lose, would you really do that?"

You groan. He's not helping one bit."You're being real cryptic right now and I'm trying my best."

"No, not orchestrated." He vents. " That'd be ridiculous. But miscalculations did occur during the 'composing' of the Orchestra. He's compliant all but for the money. Both a victim to his faults and thinking."

You turn over his words in your processor. The lingering feeling that this isn't some kind of suicide rules out clear and Prowl had, somehow, figured it beforehand.".... You dont need me here to help you figure out case, don't you?"

He gives you a look that basically confirms it : a smug, but begrudging tug of his lips.

"I need you to confirm a certain theory." He points to the helm. " Blunt force trauma — Zero point."

You move over to the chassis and unlatched the plating. As expected the spark chamber indicated clear signs of restrictive energy flow from the burnt out, damaged ports. This could only occur if—

"He had suffered heavy blunt force trauma." Prowl stands up, gripping the railings with a vent.

" So, this is murder." You follow him, pacing around, a bit reeling from the new turn of events. "Its— it's murder, right?"

" We can't prove it is yet. We..." He trails off, then shake his head. "Tommorow when the warrant comes we'll able to consult his company....and...."

"Prowl, mech. You good?" You turn to the Enforcer who's looking a little off to be well, right now. "Hey, you need a moment?"

Crime scenes aren't the most pleasing sight to behold. Especially, the brutality of it all. You just didn't expect Prowl to be affected this badly.

" I'll—" He clutches his chest, shudders and groans lowly, stumbling forward.

"Prowl!" You caught him before he could hit the ground and instantly limps against your body, venting hard.

His frame was warm. So warm that once you touched his shoulder every moisture on the tip of your digit sizzles into steam. He's shaking and Primus, he's burning!

"You're sick and you didn't tell me?!" You laid him against the railing, loosening his taut platings to let air inside. Steam practically chuffs out from the pistons, smoldering your face with vapor when you unlatched the clips.

"I'm not sick." Was his weak protest and he pawed your servos away, attempting to get up. "The warrant—"

"Don't even try." You push him down. "Your optics are glazed! Plating is burning even worse than a typical fan-clog fever!"

"I'll get through it." He grits out.

"I'm sending you back. Doctor's orders."

He lets out an exasperated sound. " You're stalling the process! I need to solve the case before some overcharged single brained processor messes it up. "

"And you'll smelt into alloy by then, little mech." You clicked on your comm. " I'll deal with the body and I'll deal with the paperwork. You, on the other hand, need ratchet. If you preach for efficiency — then be compliant to it. "

Prowl opens his intake but ozone burns his tongue and another shudder sears through his platings. He turns away from you, groaning lowly. Maybe it's better if he complied because, right now, all he feels, is like a mech doused in gasoline and set on flames.

"Will you be fine?" Ratchet cocks a brow

Prowl grunts, swinging his legs off the medical berth. " I'll manage."

"Sure? Your internal processors are charged up than usual, Prowl." Ratchet grimaces at the datapads. Doesn't look much too good, if he had to be hoenst. " I wouldn't recommend you going about your tasks if you don't want your battle computer burning out out."

Prowl keeps quiet. He can feel the wanton heat pooling in his panel, itching, clawing to be spring free and abuse.

" Prowl?"

He sucks in a breath. "I need to go." And with that he turns on his heel and leaves.

He shouldn't have known it would be today. Especially, when the signs are clear enough these past few weeks : frequent mood swings, strange cravings at strange hours

He could've have pieced it all together and prevented the inevitable — but when he onlined this morning on his berth and felt the familiar trickle of lubricant coating his inner thighs, it was over.

He was too late.

Heat cycles.

Just the worse.

It was easy to know when it's coming just as easy to know it's going to get worse : the numbness on the tip of your digits, restless frame, unfocused and glazed optics. The desire to lodge a hole into every walk you find. All typical sign.

Some frames are more accustomed to such a cycle. Unlike the smaller frames, larger ones are able to disperse heat more efficiently. So, it was a tolerable task to wait it out during work and return home and take care of whatever problem they had with their conjux. Even better, take heat suppressants and the charge, while not entirely taken care of, is reduced.

But given his Praxian frame slim build, demure size and all, the heat isn't so well dispersed and the intake of suppressants just happens to make it worse. His tanks are sensitive to the chemicals; he took it once and it wasn't fun taking turns purging his tank and satisfying himself.

Prowl groans, squeezing his thighs together as the words blur out from his optics. The datapad in his servos dented from his grip and he discards it on the table, landing across with a tack. Blasted report. He keeps reading the same line over and over and his processors won't digest the damn thing.

He leans against the chair and his helm tips back until his optics met the ceiling. An experimental servo glides down his abdomen and he shudders as it clamps on his heated panel. He gives it a little stroke, venting when lubricant smear the seams. A low whine churned from his throat. Prowl flushes, chagrined.

Mhn. Hot. He feels hot. So, hot. So Restless. He needs to purge out this excess energy or driving him insane. He could head out into the sparring range and punt in a few dents jn the testing dummies but he's too restless for that. He needs something and that something has to be inside and pumping his valve until he's all but a writhing mess on the floor.

The panel slides and a throbbing spike springs out. Ivory in color, grey outline, it stands at attention and the tip weeps with transfluid. Prowl slides his digits inside the swollen valve. He groans as he feels his calipers pulsing around his digits, spreading the folds out.

He can't keep going on like this.

On cue, the door opens. Prowl jolts in his seat and swivels up at the intrusion, lodging his digits deeper inside in tandem of his fluster. It was you. You're by the doorway. Stiff and straight to the brim, optics wide. The datapad you were holding drops from your servos just as your jaw had flung open in surprise

[callie-the-creator]

nsfw alphabet with…

cw. mdni.

a - aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

like any man after sex, he’s going to become incredibly tired and is bound to fall asleep a few minutes after you two are done. he needs it, especially after the hell he goes through whenever he goes on his archeological adventures. but in the small window of time before he goes to bed, he spends that time pampering you with love. he’ll shower your neck, shoulders, and chest in kisses while he has his strong arms wrapped around your body.

b - body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

it’s no secret that indy is a bit of a womanizer and in his years of experience, he has grown incredibly confident in his own skin. with that being said, i think to say that his favorite attribute of his has to be either his hair or…y’know…the schlong.

yours though? i think it’s safe to say that he’s a sucker for your beautiful eyes and thighs…hey, that rhymed!

c - cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

indiana would 100% respect your boundaries. you don’t want him to cum inside? that’s perfectly fine— is your chest a suitable substitute?

d - dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

n/a. sorry! i can’t really think of anything for him. i feel like he’d be an open book to you when it comes to all things sexual and wouldn’t want to hide anything from you.

e - experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

of course! indiana has lots of experience, so there is no need to worry when he’s taking care of you.

f - favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionary or doggy. i will not elaborate further.

g - goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

if he hasn’t been able to see or touch you in weeks or months because he’s out somewhere in the world on another one his adventures, by the time he gets back home he is not a force to be reckoned with. he would be deadly serious and a touch from you would calm him down in a heartbeat. of course, he has a goofy side to him. he is not afraid to be a bit corny.

h - hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

realistically, i think he’d try to keep it trimmed. he has a well amount of body hair, but nothing too overwhelming. if you don’t believe me, just look at his beautiful chest hair. awooga!

i - intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

it truly depends on his mood. indiana could praise and cherish you as if you were some sort of ancient deity one night and treat you the complete opposite the next.

j - jack off (masturbation headcanon)

yes, he does jerk off, not a lot, just when you’re not around to help. he mainly does it on his expeditions since you’re safe at home and he can rest easy knowing that you’re not about to get yourself hurt trying to retrieve whatever artifact he’s searching for. but the truth is that his hand pales in comparison to you…

k - kink (one or more of their kinks)

something tells me he has a ‘daddy’ kink. he’s fond of any name that gives him a sense of power and he also loves being called other things whether that is ‘sir’, ‘doctor’, or even ‘professor’.

l - location (favorite places to do the do)

strictly the bedroom, but if you’re nice and persuade him long enough, then maybe he’ll have some fun with you in his office.

m - motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

nothing folds his man quicker than seeing you in a skirt or even a nice dress. though…he will admit that he just loves seeing you get all coy and shy around him. you not to mention the noises you make when he fucks you get him even more hard than he already is, especially little high pitched squeaks you struggle to hold in but they escape past your lips nonetheless.

n - no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

no blindfolds, handcuffs, fearplay, or anything like that. indiana has been captured times countless times and evaded many foes. going into the things listed before would throw this man for a major loop.

o - oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

indiana finds oral a little weird at first, but you were able to change his mind real quick. he usually prefers to receive but always makes sure you’re satisfied, whether you cum on his tongue, his fingers, or his cock. but he’ll have you have free range when you’re going down on him, but when it’s his turn? he’ll make sure to be gentle with you…unless you prefer him to be a bit rough with you. he is at your very command.

p - praise (are they complementary toward their partner?)

oh, absolutely! you already know this man is going to call you every pet name in the book when you two are making love. honey, sweetheart, you name it.

q - quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

i am a firm believer that indiana would take his time with you. so, no funny business! while he doesn’t necessarily support the idea, he definitely won’t reject the idea if you were to offer.

r - risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

no. nope. absolutely not. he’s a professor, for goodness sake! he has a reputation to uphold. of course, if you were abroad on a vacation, trip, or adventure…then that’s another story entirely.

s - stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

in a row? indiana usually go one or two before he passes out, but he makes it for in stamina. he’ll probably fuck you until the break of dawn if you were to give him the proper chance.

t - toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

n/a. i am not knowledgeable in sex toys from this time, so i don’t think i can really answer this part. sorry!

u - unfair (do they like to tease their partner?)

hohoho, you’re in a wild ride. indiana can be a huge tease when he wants to be, he enjoys how dependent you are on him for pleasure and sometimes he’ll leave you on the edge just to hear you whine and beg for him. he’s a master at knowing when you’re just about to finish and he’ll pull back while you shake, so close it hurts.

v - volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

i don’t think he’s all that loud. in fact, i think mainly narrows down to grunts and lots of praises (bonus points if his voice cracks or is raspy in the moment).

w - wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

n/a. i got nothing…

x - x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture, or words)

in terms of length, i would say that indiana is slightly above average.

y - yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

about average, but with all those expeditions away from you? it might as well have increased his sex drive because he can’t stop thinking about you. he needs to focus! those artifacts aren’t going to find themselves, after all.

z - zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

as i said before, it doesn’t take long…i’ll give it abouuuut…5 minutes tops.

[howlingday]

The Trial of C. Fall

Ironwood: Will the defendant please rise?

Cinder: (Stands)

Ironwood: Ms. Fall, you stand in this court of law accused of the crime clearly caught on this camera mere moments ago.

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Ironwood: (About to sit down)

Cinder: (Places whoopie cushion) Hee hee~!

PBRRT!

Ironwood: OOH!

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Gallery: (Gasp)

Cinder: Oh, this is just for that? I thought this was about the school bus full of children I set on fire-

Weiss: (Coughs, Clears throat) Shut the fuck up!

OBJECTION!

Ironwood: ...Nothing's happened yet.

Ruby: S-Sorry, I got excited.

Ruby: It's just that this is the most obvious, clear cut, cut and dry, copy and pay, cock and balls case I ever did see. I don't even know why Ms. Schnee and her client bothered to show up, other than to make a mockery of this courtroom!

Weiss: Now that's just out of order!

Ruby: WRONG!

Gallery: (Gasp)

Ruby: If it were out of order, it'd be WRONG! I've gotta see Schnee's cock and balls, even-

Ironwood: ROSE! Stop! Sh- Shut up. Make your opening arguments to the jury.

Ruby: Alright! ...Wait, where is the jury?

Weiss: (Points at bathroom) Making jury doodie.

Ruby: Whatever. I'd like to call my first witness to the stand. Miss Clown Weiss Schnee.

Clown Weiss: (Honks, Points to empty case for her whoopie cushion)

Weiss: AWOOGA! I've got a bad case of clussy fever, and I wanna make whoopie with HER cushions!

Ironwood: ORDER, MS. SCHNEE! OORDEER!

Weiss: I order Miss Schnee to put her BUTT her whole BUTT and nothing BUT her BUTT on my face~!

Clown Weiss: (Honks, Hides her blushing face)

OBJECTIFYING!

Ruby: So, Miss Fall, you Mentos your innocence?

Cinder: (Stares as Ruby snickers)

Ruby: Well, I spoke to an old teacher of yours, a Miss Salem, and she said that you were always quite the troublemaker in her classes. ALWAYS MAKING THEM PRANKS.

Gallery: (Gasp)

Cinder: That's not entirely true.

Gallery: (Gasps)

Weiss: OOH! Too bad! Looks like Ruby Rose just Ruby SUCKED!

OBJECTION!

Ruby: She made fun of me!

Cinder: I was a bit of class clown-

Weiss: (Snaps her attention to the statement, Internal honking intensifies)

Cinder: -when I was younger, but I grew out of it.

Ruby: Well, I don't know about that, Cindy Fee, because I thought that joke you pulled with the school bus was pretty funny! Guess you're still a bit of a prankster after all!

Gallery: (Gasp)

Ruby: I GOT YOU NOW, YOU FUCKIN MORON BITCH!

Ironwood: Any arguments, Miss Schnee? OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH?!

Weiss: (Going through folders, Panicking) Um, that is, you see...

Ruby: Ooh! What's the matter, Weiss? I think you might be losing your winning streak... Schneak...

Weiss: Cut the crap, Rose! Don't give me anymore of your shit!

Ruby: Hmph! Fine by me, Miss Schnee. (Growing dark stain shows on her skirt)

Weiss: Whuh...?

Ruby: Heh heh... You didn't say anything about pee.

Gallery: (Gasp)

Weiss: The prosecution may have fancy tricks up her cock-sleeve like going potty on herself, (Performs her thumb removal trick) but can she do this~?

OBJECTION!

Ruby: Looks like defendant is becoming belligerent and has started dismembering her lawyer. Thumb. By. Thumb.

Gallery: (Gasp)

Weiss: (Folds in thumb) Pfft! That's not- (Looks at her hand) SHE'S RIGHT!

Nora: (Bathroom) We, the jury find beyond-

Yang: (Bathroom) UUUUUUUUUUUUUUNGH!

Nora: We the jury find beyond all reasonable doubt that the defense (Muffled by flushing sounds)

Ruby: (Dusts hands) Welp, that's one for the books!

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Cinder: (Behind bars)

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Jaune: Please... Let me home...

Clown Weiss: (Honks)

[mwagneto]

On the one hand, as a transmasc who very much enjoys piv sex and reading about it, I do like having access to fic that caters to that, but you're also absolutely right that Gomems fans almost exclusively writing piv (despite and especially when employing the "effort" fanon) is... hm. Sus at best. Like, yes, many of the authors of those fics are trans themselves, but not only is it not just them writing it, some of the dialogue is also... well. Not ideal. I've read more than one where a penis and vagina were described as like "matching" or "counterpart" to each other and I've also never, ever seen a Gomens fic (not counting "genderswapped" which I'm not even gonna discuss in detail rn but just wanna clarify doesn't inherently make you "problematic" esp if you're a lesbian but is still a can of worms) where both of them have a vagina and that's... well, noticeable for sure...

GODDD WHAT 💀💀💀 again i dont rly ever read fic and i avoid these like the plague so the weirdest i've seen is the vague mention of effort/C asking if A would prefer the other kind but i think if i saw some shit like you're describing I'd genuinely have to track down and kill op. i think the worst I've seen was C vaguely thinking he should've made the other effort instead coz that would make it simpler WHICH IS ALREADY SO??? OP HAVE YOU CONSIDERED DYING ♥ but anyway.

i didn't really have any problems with the lesbian aus where they're women the entire time but the idea that the canon characters as they are are women sometimes genuinely makes me ill especially when it's like. fanart of one of them as a man seeing the other as a woman and going all awooga googly eyed blushing like dude fuck holy shit they're literally gay . like they are gay it unironically makes me sick when ppl make art that's of them being soo super attracted to a woman like genuinely what the fuck why do you want that😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 they're gay men...... and that's to say nothing of the fucking...billions of AUs people make where only one of them is a woman 💀 like BRUH. my god. anyway.

but like all this just makes me feel really miserable which is why i always stay in my little bubble and don't interact with the fandom much at all because like. ofmd grew a fandom out of literally nothing (i remember when there were only 12 fics..........lol) sooo quickly and i saw so much horrendous shit i literally had to go full cold turkey and never look at the fandom again although that wasn't quite the same

but WOW this is a massive tangent to basically say i don't rly enjoy talking about this in depth coz it makes me feel really sad i prefer to just stick to my tiny corner and reblog gifsets and think about things that make me happy instead. yknow

[feuqueerfire]

Love Class 2 Live Blogging

I actually wasn't going to do this, I already watched 3 eps and am in the middle of the 4th one but I guess I have more things to say than expected.

Ep 1 (Jan 26): Got confused by the sheer number of characters and also the pair at the beginning were just friends, not love interests, even though it initially seemed like it was lol

Ep 2 (Jan 26): The second couple is like whatever to me rn and the barely-there glimpse of the third couple is doing nothing for me but I'm sooo curious about the first couple. Lee Hyun mentioned they broke up, so that meant they dated? While the older (I'm assuming by 1-2 years) was tutoring him?

Also, loveeee the register switching like in ep 2 during their first convo, Hyun calling him seonsaengnim and using formal language but then getting frustrated and using yeah! and using informal (which Kim Ahn warns him to watch his tone). and also deiciding to go from ssnim to hyung on his own accord lol

Ep 3 (Jan 26): Bro I'm really into Lee Hyun and Kim Ahn fr.

Also, I didn't realize there were after-credit scenes, thought it was a preview for the next episode but it's actually Lee Hyun and Kim Ahn's original story! They really were tutor/student (even though Lee Hyun was like how can you be my tutor we're barely apart in age lol) but awooga love the umm dubious and illicit nature of the relationship (helped along by the fact that they're apparently barely apart in age since Lee Hyun is prlly 17-ish at the time while Kim Ahn's maybe 19? idk exact but if he left 2 years ago and now Lee Hyun is a freshman, Lee Hyun's age makes sense but dunno about Kim Ahn's)

The friendship between Maru-Minwu-Hyun is cute and how they're all affectionate toward Hyun despite him not being like part of their love interest romantic pair. like Minwu at the beginning of the show being cutesy with Hyun enough that I and others thoughts they were the couple and also Maru just crashing at Hyun's and sleeping in same bed w/o it becoming weird.

The reddit posts and the MDL comments make it seem as though most people preferred 2nd or 3rd couple over main couple, so I'm a bit apprehensive that they become weird or off-kilter as the show goes on?? I hope not because they're the only pair I care about rn (though I've warmed up to Maru and Minwu a bit more)

Ep 4 (Jan 26): The third couple is kinda funny but also irritating.

Why did Minwu just call Maru a slut in a mean way?

Bro who is this dude? Is he the one who jumped off the roof? And is following around Kim Ahn?

Bro what is wrong with Minwu fr? I can't believe Maru forgave him so easily already + even said he'll forgive even in the future because they're best friends. Now, Minwu is kissing a drunk, sleeping Maru? girl get it together

Ep 5 (Jan 26): plss the TA and older student slept together???

Oh yeah also this Marriage and Family class is so funny, it's really basically just going on dates with your partner lmfao The class in Bon Appetit was similar right? is this fr a class?

Ep 6 (Jan 26): plsss this girl apparently having a streak of liking gay guys. fell for another one this time: Minwu

this awkward friendship assignment T.T and Maru mentioning the rooftop, why didn't Hyun tell him beforehand! and the girl coming in with jagi

But also, we didn't get Hyun and Ahn sleeping at Hyun's place?

Oh, so Ahn and the friend-non-friend-stalker grew up together at an orphanage, mans is def doing some shaaaady stuff to earn money (actually I thought maybe he's a drug dealer or a pimp but maybe he himself is a sex worker), Ahn tried to make a move on the guy and I'm assuming that's after he and Hyun broke up but idk could be before since it seems like he's in first year uni?

The TA watching the student + his friend who likes gay guys on the swings and getting jealous and then preparing so hard when meeting him next lmao and it ending up really being for modelling for art students lmaoo yknow I'm getting into this couple more

oh, so it seems like Ahn confessed to his weird hyung -> hyung said no -> Ahn and Hyun aren't quite dating yet but hyung does see them hug. so I'm wondering if Ahn and Hyun will indeed actually date since time is tight? maybe they do for a week before Ahn disappears lol

Funny that in the on-air r/boyslove thread for ep 5+6, they keep mentioning the boom mic that wasn't edited out but I didn't notice at all lol

Ep 7 (Jan 26): Hyun getting called both a grown-up and a baby by Ahn hehe

Also love that usually Hyun's using formal but will slip in some banmal here and there, esp when repeating something he already said formally (last ep in front of Ahn's house: gayo -> ga. here hajima-yo and then hajima)

So did Hyun and Ahn actually date before or what? or did Hyun confess? because when Ahn shakes of Hyun's touching, it seems like familiarity from dating + shaking away because of breakup. but now Hyun's acting like he wants Ahn to not see him as a baby, but didn't he already see him as grown if they dated?

Not Maru following Sara and Minwu lol

okayyy Maru also finding the prof's extreme attention for the students strange, esp in a uni setting

Ep 8 (Jan 26): lol Maru's all this thinking and no thinking methods have made him finally decide to kiss Minwu. Although funny to do that while Minwu is supposed to have a gf. Loudass kissing sounds fr, had to mute rip been a while since I had to do that

Bro what is this fucking jackass Hyung up to fr like okay he indeed worked at a host club but under Kim Ahn's name + seduced Ahn's prof as well using his name like what... Idk how this is gonna get wrapped up in a satisfying way, so I wish it wasn't there at all

In certain cases, I feel like such intense relationships with terrible dynamics would have me eating it up but I don't care at all about Kim Ahn and this hyung's relationship unfortunately.

So is this the end of the hyung stalking whatever?

long frozen kiss between Ahn and Hyun but I forgive it lol

heh Maru beating up Minwu bc of the fake dating Sara behind the scene of Sara and the other guy (not Sungmin) talking loll

does Ahn mean sex also when he says they’ve already done everything?

hehe i think i saw this tiktok of hyun already knowing maru and minwu are dating

i def saw a tiktok of drunk hyun talking about how ahn is his bf

Ep 9 (Jan 27):

oh, so sex isn't included in the "we've done everything"

awooga, Hyun and Ahn are cute to meee

pls what's going on, coupling up Sara and the shit-but-reformed manager, the professor that Sungmin has beef w bc he thought he and Juhyuk had smth going on (but is his uncle) with another student or smth

plsss most anticlimactic funny confession scene for Juhyuk and Sungmin

From how people spoke about Ahn and Hyun's relationship, it sounded like they had 1 kiss in ep 10 and it was really bad but they have had like 2 close-lipped kisses and 1 hinting at sex (even though it wasn't shown at all). I find them fine tbh

I binged 8 eps yesterday but dunno why I'm kinda bored of ep 9, I've watched just this much over like 6 hours, just a couple mins at a time

hate the sound of kissing so bad

Obedient Juhyuk, oh okay :)

"I'll be a good boy" Juhyuk, oh okay O.O

Juhyuk and Sungmin scene is good I think but I'm skipping/typing this instead of watching lol

pls drunk Juhyuk funny as hell what's gong on

Ep 10 (Jan 27): There's something about this show where it feels like the cuts of the scenes should be faster? Or they should end sooner? Or conversations should happen faster?

Oh lol they teacher couple didn't know the other 2 couples were dating and those 2 couples didn't know the teacher couple was? lol

Did Sungmin whisper something sex related to Juhyuk? What's with that reaction

pls not the kissing photo, I did see the start of the tiktok of this scene but I don't think I fully watched it, I remember the hand grasp and maybe some clapping? Anyway, awkward because everything public is awkward for me but good for them ig

Overall:

I liked the main couple: a younger, insistent pursuer to an older, reluctant hyung who was also his tutor when the younger was in high school. I didn't find them to be boring or to be ruined because of the frozen kisses. I do wish the random stalker, weird hyung wasn't haunting them for so long though because the premise of this couple is so good. Also, Lee Hyun's face reminded me of NCT Chenle + TXT Yeonjun - he's an idol too BAE173 or smth.

I came around to the second and third couple even though if the show was longer or deeper, I might not have (ie. the random Minwu calling Maru a slut negatively and the miscommunication of Sungmin and Juhyuk might've been more offputting if they got more screentime or we didn't swiftly move on).

I was bored by the last 2 eps though, so ehhh

Rating: 6/10 - I think I've gotten kinder because it maybe should be 5.5?

[daz4i]

What are your top 10 favourite things about your babygirl-princess-clown

akskflflglb um fr i think instead of doing a top 10 thing I'll just gush but in separate topics(?). if it's okay. bc it feels weird to list things when it comes to love. does that make sense

starting with the surface level stuff i gotta gush abt his design bc if it wasn't for it i wouldn't be into bsd now akskdlglg (<- saw gifs of him from the season 4 trailer and went "who's that saucy gendered fella. i gotta know them")

in addition to just liking it visually, i think it has a lot of neat symbolism too. the pinkish-red puff balls for example, i THINK are meant to be a reference to the color of the overcoat which is described to be a muted red color iirc. also possibly adding a red element to go with the subtle card aesthetic he has going on

the black and white can be a nod to his shifting personality changes, the crazy killer persona and the "perfectly sane" side of him. they are (mostly) equal in size, side by side, and overlapping each other. the exceptions are the hat and eye cover - mostly white - and his hair, completely white. i think this comes to imply he's still leaning more towards morality, but. the whole murder thing still taints it, same way his guilt taints him.

um. tldr cool design :) visually pleasing and has some deep meaning behind it :)

ANYWAY NOW ONTO SOME DEEPER THINGS.

i mentioned the two personas thing and well. i wasn't an akechi obsessed blog before switching interests for nothing. fucking love characters that are 2 identities at once despite them directly conflicting each other. i think there's something very real about it - we all change ourselves depending on the environment - but nikolai takes this aspect that exists in every person and takes it to the extreme (no grey area. just black and white yet again 👀). he claims to be one or the other, but imo it's a lie, never believe the words of a clown or you'll go insane etc. he can be both at once. honestly I'd argue he can draw more guilt from *enjoying* killing than from just the killing itself, which makes things spicier.

his thoughts abt free will are so so interesting and i totally get where he's coming from and why he goes to such extremes to prove it exists when it's smth that matters to him this much. i kind of admire it tbh? like having a. let's say value, that you really stick by, and doing whatever you need to follow it, is p amazing! horrible way to live but i gotta respect it when i see it 👍

his whole performanc shtick means so much to me as a fellow dramatic bitch. he is so fun. every time he's around is a delight not just bc i love him but also bc that's just the way he is. he brings in such refreshing energy to every scrne he's kind of impossible not to love imo. also the whole ring leader vibe i think plays into the 2 personas thing, really hammering in the pretense of it all

. i kinda started rambling here idk if any of this is even coherent I'm sorry. there's also so many other aspects i didn't even get into oof

anyway back to shallow again:

murderous men hot

big thighs awooga *cartoon eyes popping out sound effect*

[nattvingen]

Y'all voted for Awooga way back when so have a WIP pieceroo live laugh love besties!!!

“Genn. Grabbing a smoke, join me?”

Darius leans against the doorjamb to Genn’s office with his usual irreverent grin, hands in the pockets of his beat-up Levi’s.

“Ugh, don’t tempt me,” Genn groans. What he wouldn’t give for a smoke right now, but he’s been trying to quit.

“C’mon, what she don’t know won’t hurt her,” Darius wheedles, wiggling a pack of Camel Blue at him. Genn grimaces, but gets up.

“Must you phrase it like that? You make it sound like I’m fucking my secretary.”

This makes Darius laugh heartily as he leads the way to the designated smoker patio. Someone's got asthma, so they can't smoke indoors anymore. This should do wonders for Genn’s attempt to quit, but instead it leads to this exact scenario at least once per day. Mia knows, judging by the way she wrinkles her nose as she helps take his coat off, but she also knows he's trying. Tess has gotten too good at hiding his cigarettes for him to try to keep smoking, anyway.

Taking a seat, Darius offers Genn one, but he masters himself enough to decline. Darius shrugs in a ‘suit yourself’ kind of way and lights up. The smell is heady enough to tide him over, Genn tells himself. This is a reasonable compromise and better than taking a drag from the source. Perhaps noticing his restlessness, Darius switches hands, and says,

“Got the lad a car, I hear? Now mine wants a bike, and I think I’ll blame you for it.”

Genn laughs: Liam and Lorna have long had an amusing back-and-forth of comeuppance which will almost certainly culminate in some kind of whirlwind romance, according to Darius. Mia tends to agree with him, so Genn will take their word for it.

“Taught him to drive myself,” he says, ignoring Darius’ exaggerated pantomime of horror. “So I trust him behind the wheel. He’s driving his sister and the neighbor kids to school, which I can’t see Lorna doing on a bike. Motored, I assume?”

“Naturally,” Darius scoffs; he’d been an avid rider himself, back in the day. Before… “Can’t legally drive with this ol’ thing, so Toby’s teaching her.”

He gestures at his eye-patch, and Genn snorts, leaning back in the creaky lawn chair.

“Bit like an extra father, eh?”

It’s a warm day for September. Darius goes uncharacteristically quiet. When Genn glances over, he’s staring straight ahead, cigarette burning down unnoticed and brow furrowed as though he’s weighing what he’s about to say next. He sighs and puts out what’s left of the cigarette in the ashtray.

“Yeah, Genn. Exactly like that, actually.”

“Hm?” It feels as though they’ve talked past one another, all of a sudden. Noting the tense air, Genn sits up to meet Darius’ eye, when he faces him. “What d’you mean?”

“You might’n’t be fucking your secretary, Genn, but I’m fucking mine. Problem?”

His face is deadly serious. Genn’s known Darius Crowley for over twenty years, more than long enough to remember the useless woman who wanted nothing to do with her daughter once she was born. He’s never even suspected anything like this. And, what’s more,

“That’s terribly unprofessional, Darius.”

That startles a guffaw out of the other man, loud enough a flock of birds hastily make their exit from the nearby aspen. Nerves are another uncommon view on his old friend’s face, but he sees them for what they are now they’re dissipating.

“Oh, shove it. We’ve been doing this long enough now to be professional about it. Clearly you’ve never noticed shit, you blind old git.”

Genn huffs in mock affront, torn between making light and interrogating. ‘How long, exactly?!’ part of him wants to demand.

And does Lorna know? Why a man, why Tobias of all people? Well, that last one makes sense, if one accepts the others as true. He’s no waif, but there’s a certain delicateness to Tobias Mistmantle. He’s quick and clever, and pretty in the face, if you like that sort of thing. Big doe eyes.

And Darius might like that sort of thing. Genn sneaks a surreptitious look. Relaxed now, he’s lighting another cigarette, movements lazy – but Genn knows how fast he can be when the situation calls for it. How deadly.

The situation rarely calls for deadliness these days, but the body remembers. There’s an appeal to the solid form of him. Moreso, Genn privately thinks, than there is to Tobias. Tobias looks almost breakable. Darius would take some concentrated effort to crack.

…What in the world is he thinking? Enough, old wolf. The point is, if Darius says they can keep professional – and all evidence points to this being true – then far be it from Genn to make a ruckus. Still, though. One thing.

“You should get the relationship paperwork in order with HR,” he admonishes.

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll get around to it,” Darius grumbles with a grimace of distaste. Nobody likes paperwork.

[moomoorare]

Having fun with labels is super important for myself but also. I NEED it to describe my experience. I call myself trans, nonbinary, genderqueer, genderfluid, bigender, queer, gay. Sometimes a lesbian. Demisexual. Definitely not aro or ace. But intimacy of romantic level feels nice to think about. And even when i get close to it, figuratively, i can't ever touch it. Out of reach but wanted at the same time. Pretty frustrating. All apply to me. I use queer generally but more more frequently gay. It's not a fluid thing since it changes and flows from one to the other. But really. All i can say. Love the rainbow. Women? Love em. Men? Awooga. People who don't identify as either or identity as both. Wowiee. I literally don't care as long as they're a consenting adult. Also a tiny tidbit of lore about me is that I'd kissed more girls than boys BEFORE realizing i was bi at 14. Then i felt I needed to go bigger and identified as pan (virtually nothing had changed, loved the flag so pretty) then.. ruh roh what are those feeling why are boobs so annoying.. oh. Well. Okay. Nonbinary it is. Oh maybe not. Oh definitely yes. Huh. Oh but then. Oh shiny word that means I'm unusual. Looking at myself in the mirror, thinking about my experience. Yeah. So, queer. 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈

[berryliciousjam]

Okay I think it's better to rate them rather than making a whole essay because I dont wanna overload anyone's brain so here we go

✨My Favorite MK Dilfs✨

Lord Raiden: 9/10. Everytime he walks, thunder claps and lightning strikes. Boobs so big they're like my two Miniso plushies. Generally his body is scuplted like a god(haha get it-), except the sculptor used ONLY one hand which is impressive??? Wooo!!!Overall, this senior citizen aged 1000 years got the bread n cake industry while looking like a work of art💥

Lord Fujin: 9/10. Boobs so soft that I can cry on them like a pillow. Ass is also part of the bread n cake industry. His body is sculpted with one hand which is also amazing for the artist!!! His tattoos gives him a unique look like zamn shawty mm- Overall, this pretty boy got pretty boobs and a pretty ass✨

Shang Tsung: 8/10. He got a nice chest, especially when theyre exposed like awooga- Ass is also great lol. His body in general is very swag, especially the MK11(which they based/modelled from the OG actor of the MK 1995 film which is THE MOMENT)! Overall, the reason why I hate andlove him is because hes an iconic villain and how tf he still got a nice body in his silver fox form??? 😭

Hotaru: 7/10. Lower than the other BUT still above 6 so he slayed. Boobs and ass are good n order. Nothing much to say with his body other than it is muscular and his armor is pretty cool!! Overall, I want to see him in MK12 otherwise there will be consequences grrr

Thanks for coming to my ted talk(hyperfixation talk), and have a nice day—*explodes*

tumblr is better than twitter because i could probably drop a several paragraph ramble about some dumb shit and everyone here would clap and i wouldnt have to put it in a 500 tweet thread

[illylli]

Good Times for a Change (Pt. 1) | Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

→ All it takes is a twenty-minute car ride for Eddie to start crushing on you.

→ 2.5k words: eddie’s POV, the overachiever x metalhead dynamic i always tend to write, eddie basically being max’s new (much healthier) older brother, reader being a sweetheart and eddie is just instantly awooga heart-eyes

→ a/n: sorry i’ve been away so long! work has been crazy and i haven’t had a spare moment to write :’( i will get back onto finishing up ‘bite my tongue’ and some other fics i have planned as soon as i can x

♫ mood: ‘please, please, please, let me get what i want’ by the smiths

part two

“Shit, shit! Piece of shit.”

Eddie’s knuckles were taut white as he shoved the key further than it would go, receiving nothing but a sputtering engine in response. He burst with a shout, slapping his hands down on the weathered steering wheel, his hair jerking as he raged in the driver’s seat.

This had to be a sign. An ill-omen that he was destined to be stuck in this hellish loop, repeating senior year for eternity. The first day back to good ole Hawkins High, and he was going to be late because his trusty gal decided to go frigid on him.

Despite being at it for a solid ten minutes, enough that he was panicking now, Eddie refused to give up, shoving the creaky door open and rounding on the hood. Did he have any idea what he was doing as he hoisted it up? Nope. But he was damn sure going to fiddle with everything at least once to see if it made any difference.

His eyes flitted between the front door of the trailer and the over-complicated metal innards of the van. He could wake Wayne up; he’d know for sure what to do. But as quickly as the thought entered his head, he shook it out. He wasn’t going to interrupt his uncle’s well-deserved rest for something he could figure out himself.

He always figured things out, in the end.

This time, though, it seemed he wouldn’t need to.

A cream Porsche 911 rolled forward, windows down, allowing a Smiths song to swirl in the air. Eddie scrunched his nose at the sound, turning around to bear witness to the way you, bright-eyed behind your round sunglasses, popped out and half-jogged up to the Mayfield family’s home, knocking thrice and bouncing on the heels of your shiny black boots as you waited.  

Eddie only realised he had gone slack-jawed when the emerging Max gave him an annoyed glare as she exited. Her arm was immediately linked in yours as you turned back to your car, a flurry of words bubbling from your perfectly-poised lips. You couldn’t be more opposite to the redhead, who sulked all the way to the passenger side, waiting with crossed arms as you opened the door for her.

It was then, as you were shutting the door gently, that your eyes peered up over the lenses of your glasses and caught Eddie Munson leaning over his van engine, staring at you.

He felt his cheeks flush stupidly as he quickly brought his eyes back down, hoping you wouldn’t say anything, but knowing you would.

The preppy now-senior who was always voted ‘most likely to exceed’ in every yearbook didn’t belong in a dump like this. Though Eddie’s curiosity wouldn’t take him as far to ask you why.

“Gimme a sec,” You told Max with a tap to the roof of your car, before Eddie heard the gravel beneath your boots crunching as you made your way over to him.

Eddie got to looking busy, fidgeting with the cap on one of the compartments, his fingers staining with grease as he twirled it off.

“Need a hand?” You asked sweetly, and though Eddie didn’t mean to let it slip, he huffed in amusement at the thought of little miss perfect getting her hands dirty.

“No I’ve uh,” he gave a tight grin, pulling at another mystery part of the engine, “I’ve got it, sweetheart.”

You bristled at the term, unsure if it was used genuinely or with condescending intent. “Right,” you nodded, glancing down at his hands, “I’ve just never seen someone use a dipstick to measure engine coolant.” You bent over, tapping on the side of the semi-transparent container. “You can see the levels marked right here; in case you didn’t know.”

Eddie heard snickering, his gaze darting over to your car where Max was hanging out of the window, laughing at him. He hadn’t seen his neighbour smile, let alone hear her laugh before. He wasn’t sure if being the cause of her amusement should make his embarrassment grow or lessen.

“Leave the dipstick alone,” Max called, “He’s going to make us late.”  

You rolled your eyes with your back turned to her, though you wore an endeared smile, and it eased Eddie. Your first shared joke, and he wasn’t even sure you knew his name.

You brought your manicured hands to your hips. “Edward Munson, right?” You asked, as if reading his thoughts.

He winced slightly, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Eddie’s fine. Or dipstick, as lovingly dubbed by my nefarious neighbour.” He said that last part over your shoulder, and Max threw up a middle finger.

“Well, Eddie,” you tested his name, “Are you going to play mechanic all day, or do you want a lift to school?”

Eddie sighed, closing the van’s hood. That meant you remembered the fact that his name hadn’t been amongst those called out on graduation day last year. Shame crawled up his throat and he swallowed it down as usual.

He lingered for a second, letting The Smiths serenade his decision as he retrieved his backpack from the van before locking it up.

“I’m all yours.”  

With a content nod you lead him to your car, and only then did he realise it only had 2 doors. Max eyed Eddie as you bent over, pulling the driver’s seat forward. He widened his eyes at her, a response to her silent dare, but also a tactic to stop his gaze from slipping to the bare back of your thighs and up higher, where your skirt hem danced just below your-

“Eddie!”

His eyes snapped back to Max’s bright blue then away to the treeline, coughing awkwardly as you straightened, motioning for him to climb into the backseat. When he didn’t immediately go for it, you frowned up at him, then back to Max.

“Everything okay?”

Max narrowed her eyes at the young man. “I’m fine.”

“Peachy,” Eddie muttered, smiling to himself as Max scoffed. He clambered, with effort, into the backseat, his knees almost coming up to his chest in the tiny car. Max made a point to push her seat back all the way, cramping him further as she gave herself a lot more leg room than she needed.

“Comfortable, Mayfield?” Eddie grumbled.

“Yup,” She bit back, putting her feet up on the dash, which you quickly swatted down.

“Seatbelt,” You instructed, pushing your seat back into position, mercifully giving Eddie extra room to stretch out behind you. He had to hunch over, otherwise his head would be against the low roof.

Morrissey was pleading, “Let me, let me, let me” as you put the car into drive, circling around, driving past Eddie’s van and along the dirt road to exit the trailer park.

You drove with the windows down, and as you picked up speed, turning onto the paved road, Max opened the glove compartment, riffling through your collection of cassettes.

Eddie wasn’t hopeful, but he popped his head between the front seats, scrutinising if you had anything good. The Cure, Bowie, Cocteau Twins; not exactly his taste, but at least you weren’t totally hopeless.

“Check my bag,” you told Max, pointing to the back. She rounded on Eddie, frowning at him with her hand outstretched. He looked left then right, muttering a curse as he realised the sage green bag had been squashed under his reeboks.

Max waited impatiently as he pulled it up, unzipping it before handing it to the girl. He’d gotten a glimpse into your life in that split second: lipstick, a couple dollars, and a whiff of maddening perfume surrounding a small package wrapped in butcher’s paper.

As soon as Max laid eyes on the contents her annoyance faded to curiosity. You nodded, encouraging her as she picked up the small box.

She tore into it, unwrapping a tape with a purple cover.

“Kate Bush?”

You smiled, eyes still on the road. Eddie watched the exchange through the rear-view mirror as he relaxed into the soft leather seat.

“She got me through my freshman year. She’ll get you through yours.” You reached over and tugged on her braid, and she shoved your hand away, but a small smile stayed on her lips.

Max switched out The Smiths for her gift, and though it definitely was not something he’d be caught dead listening to, Eddie couldn’t help but feel his soul warm every time he got to witness someone fall in love for the first time. Max sat back, her glassy eyes wide and reminiscing as she turned her head and watched the trees fly by, the music sinking into her.

Eddie wanted to ask how the hell a senior with an express ticket to an Ivy League college had come to befriend his sulky young neighbour, but he knew better than to interrupt the listening session, a comfortable silence falling as you appreciated the record.

He took the time to admire the way your delicate pearl bracelet swayed each time you shifted gears, your handling of the car so smooth he could barely feel it each time. The realisation finally struck him that he, Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson, was getting chauffeured by the most well-liked person of the school.

And no, popularity had nothing to do with it. You were far from ‘popular’; those who were envied and unapproachable. You were the people person: a rare mix of agreeable and adaptable that made absolutely everyone at the very least neutral to your presence. You could pick any table to sit at during lunch, strike up a conversation with anyone, be it teacher or student, and have them smiling the whole way through.

Hell, you’d managed to squeeze a few out of Mayfield, despite her usual stormy disposition.

As the previous song ended, Eddie spoke into the silence before the next began, his hands wrapping around the seat on either side of your head.

“You make this a habit?” He asked, “A shuttle for the wicked?”

You peered at him through the rear view, humour sparkling in your eyes. “This is a one-off for you, Munson. I only promised Max my wheels for the school year.”

“Why is that, I wonder?” He mused mischievously, turning his attention to the younger girl, “You got some juicy dirt on the future valedictorian?”

“Oh, of course,” Max turned in her seat, facing Eddie through the gap in the headrest, over-enthusiastic, “She sells drugs to kids and failed senior year twice.”

“Har har,” Eddie fell back into the leather, wearing a tight-lipped smile, “Great joke.”

“The greatest joke of all is in the backseat wearing his shirt inside out,” She muttered, turning back to the front.

“Hey,” you warned, but your tone was gentle. Max faced out the window again, and your eyes caught Eddie’s in the mirror. “She’s right, though.”

His heart sunk.

“Your shirt’s inside out.”

He looked down, uttered an “Oh,” just as you pulled into the car park.

“Wait,” you told Max, her hand on the door handle. “Did your mom pack you lunch?”

“No,” She replied, as if it were a fact of life.

You pulled your bag onto your lap, retrieving a lunchbox with a faded wonder woman adorning the front. “I didn’t know what you like, so I made one ham and one turkey. There’s also a fudge brownie in there. Just bring back whatever you don’t eat.”

Max frowned as you passed the box to her, caught off guard.

“Thanks,” she murmured before leaving without so much as a goodbye to Eddie.

“Have a good day!” You yelled out the window, “I’ll meet you back here at three.”

She nodded before sliding her headphones onto her ears.

“Is the big juicy secret that you’re actually her mom?”

Eddie’s voice made you jump, and you remembered he was still in the back.

He reached forward, leaving a teasing pinch to your arm. “Are you secretly like, forty-five, but super good at doing your makeup, or something?”

“Or something,” You retorted, pulling the passenger seat all the way forward to give him a way out.

Instead of leaving, he pulled his shirt over his head, flipping it the right way out. He glanced up, catching you looking at his chest, then looking away when you noticed.

Eddie chuckled as he shrugged the shirt back on. “Wouldn’t want to make a bad first impression, right?”

“More like third impression.”

“Hey, third time’s the charm, don’t they say?” He leaned forward to go, but paused, his guitar-pick necklace dangling in your face. “Mommy dearest didn’t pack my lunch, either, y’know.”

You laughed, shoving him. “I’m not a charity worker. You can eat from the cafeteria like all the other neglected kids.”

He felt it then. What everyone else must have, when in your presence. The distinct magnetism that came with this easy flow, like you’d been friends for years, when in reality you’d only officially become acquainted twenty minutes ago. He didn’t want to leave.

“I’m guessing I won’t see you there?”

You looked up at him, and he wondered if everyone felt their heart stop when you looked at them like that.

“You might.”

He chuckled, “How does this work? Do I chant your name three times into the boy’s bathroom mirror and you show up at my lunch table?”

“Or you could just save me a seat and I’ll come find you.”

He wasn’t sure what was happening in his chest, but the ricochet of his heart’s pounding made his breath quiver.

“Alright.”

You weren’t flirting with him. You were not flirting. You were just being nice. You were like this to everyone.

Eddie was trying to get it through his thick skull, but no matter how many times he told himself, he couldn’t believe it. Especially not when you hurried out to meet him at the passenger side to offer him your hand as he climbed out, your free one landing gently on his head to make sure he didn’t bump it on the way out.

“Your hair’s really soft,” you complimented.

“You too,” he stammered, “Uh, I mean, it looks-“ He reached out, pushing a stray lock behind your ear, then immediately regretting doing it without asking. “Mhmm. Yes. Confirmed.”

What was happening to him? His tongue felt heavy in his mouth. A betrayal of his own body that worsened when he realised he hadn’t let go of your hand.

“Shit. Sorry.”

As he let go, a group of jocks passed by, subtlety lost on them as they glared at him.

“Thanks for the ride,” Eddie said, slinging his backpack over his shoulder, “Anyway. See you at lunch. Maybe.” He backed up, feeling the tension in his chest lighten slightly the further he got away, “If you’re not there by second bell I’ll start chanting.”

You tittered. “You’re really not doing anything to quell the satanist rumours, are you?”

“That’s what I’ve got you for, angel,” he winked.

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[sug4r-sp1c3]

Can I get headcanons for Finland, Poland, France, Egypt, Canada, Australia, Mexico, and South Korea coddling their S/O(s)? Loved the other ask with Russia, Germany, USSR and Thired Reich so much!!

OHHHHH GOD DAMN I LOVE THIS

but i'll have to separate it 'cuz i think that my limit of post its for and for the rest of characters well they'll be in the second part

(its funny how like 3 of them i consider them female 'cuz y'know comics- but i'll put them male here)

TW: fluff tat break ur teeth, GN reader blah blah

Part 2 is still in the oven

Cuddle hc with Finland, Poland, France, Egypt

this letter means me just talking

Finland

the bitch haves a hat

so if its a cold day/night

he let u use it,

I feel like he loves being like 5 quilts on top while hugging you

he is a person of thighs and belly don't change my mind

LOVES that you let him put his head on your lap or on your belly

although if you want to reverse the roles, he will not oppose

after a day of work he just wants to put his arms around you, throw himself into bed with you, and not know how to sleep (?

vibes that you are doing something, and then he hugs you from behind and forces you to stop what you are doing and takes you to the sofa just so that they are there quietly and embracing

lots of hugs with his head in your shoulder

hates to be the little spoon

he NEEDS to sleep hugging u, he will literally die if that don't happend

cold boi vibes

but if u like the cold

and its summer

cuddle season it just started

"finland i'm cooking-"

"Y/N i'm freezing"

Poland

CUDDLING SEASON STARTS AT THE 31 OF DECEMBER AND IT ENDS AT 31 OF DECEMBER OF THE NEXT YEAR,

if he isn't hugging you, YOU are hugging him

no choice

he loves being the smol spoon

if you are sleeping he hugs you and wraps his legs around yours and puts his head on your shoulder or smthn

he doesn't accepts a no like an answer

he likes to put his head anywhere on the body

he is on ur belly? little tickles

your thighs? constantly says they are like pillows- NO, THEY ARE BETTER THAN PILLOWS

Chest? he can only raise his head, stretch a little and give you a little kiss and then snuggle back like nothing happened- SO HECK YEAH

he likes to watch any stupid series or movie while they hug each other and fill their mouths with sweets or shit like that

He waits patiently for you to finish what you're doing and go snuggle up with him.

yeah ""PATIENTLY"""

He'll give you the silent treatment (for like 10 seconds) for not snuggling with him.

little tickles if he is bored while u both are cuddling

idk man he will look like a 20 year old man but he acts and thinks like a 6 years old kid

"poland its late and i need to move-"

"but it's only been 6 hours!"

"yeah thats my point-"

France

bonjour(i need to say that everytime o'll write for him)

i feel like that this man needs NEEDS, kisses and hugs

or its just me

he would say things like "i don't have time to kisses and to cuddle"

ok sir but why r u watching weird novel while u r hugging ur S/o and everytime that the protagonist kiss u kiss them, and eating some sweets AND-

this bitch would be like

"i don't like when you put your hands around my neck!"(with his

"oh- okay-"

"I NEVER TOLD YOU TO STOP!"

YOU WANT US TO HUG U OR TO LEAVE U IN THE COACH WITHOUT HUGS MF💀?

just take his selfish ass and hug

he loves to be the big spoon

(but if you want to be the big spoon he wouldn't say no)

"darling i'm working-"

"i don't care i want cuddles- I MEAN"

yeah that conversation happens a LOT

he puts his hat on you (if he has it on) he thinks that its cute

"give me back my hat"

"no it fits with me"

"okay.. i have like other 2000 lol-"

i don't have too much ideas for him, i used to writo for him but in my mind he was female soo-💀

Egypt

(i'mjustgoingtosay- AWOOGA)

squeezes you but not too hard, just enough to make you feel, protected and safe

he falls asleep in your arms, he's tired, give hima break omg 😭

no thoughts just you and egypt hugging while he talks about some things, like his culture(idk i'm interested in that so-👁👁), his day,or just saying what he loves of you

bitch you can be just idk, reading a book and then you feel 2 muscular arms dragging you to the bed/sofa and hugging you while he falls asleep (damn i'm jealous)

"egypt i was working"

"and i was needed of hugs-"

"i was working"

"AND I WAS NEEDED OF HUGS-"

end of the discussion

He NEVER wears a shirt when he is at his house (unless there are visitors), but when u both are cuddling you don't feel comfortable with him like that

he will put one on, the cuddling sessions are for both of you to be comfortable and relax

i don't have too much ideas for him rn so i'll probably edit this after

[girlwithwolftatoo]

I think the other anon meant a heated argument or a fight between couples kind of fight if not please can you do one I want to read that🤤🤤

Lunar eclipse brought my inner panda out and we're ready for AWOOGA!

Marc Spector:

*"Look, Marc, I -This is over, okay? Don't talk to me, just leave me alone" you shut the door closed and walk towards your bedroom, your head feels like it's been in a pressure cooker and you just want to rest and forget all the discussion with your man.

*You undress and get ready for a shower, it always helps you to relax and, if you need to, cry a little and clean your face at the moment. And maybe because you were so inmerse in setting the bathroom stuff you didn't hear the key opening the front door of your place.

*At the time you're soaping yourself, a hand slides the shower screen/courtain and before you can do anything, Marc pins you against the tiles. "What are you doing? I said I don't want to see you-!" you shout at him.

*There's thise look in Marc's eyes you can't always tell if its slightly murderous or simply intense. You try to push him back but he grabs your hips and pulls you into a kiss. You struggle, but let's be honest, this man is irresistible, and he knows how to make you weak on the knees.

*Marc has no patience tonight since you made him grow so angry. He fingers you still pressed against the wall, admiring the water pouring on your body. He lifts you and uses one leg to keep you in place while he pounds into you, pulling your hair back to leave your neck and chest exposed so he can have his way with them. You can even hear him growl into your ear, his cock deep buried in you, and you hold onto his shoulders to not fall.

*You still want some revenge, so you scratch his back so rough the water actually makes him hiss when it touches the damaged skin, but you're loving this. You like when he's like that, because you know that, in the end, even in his worst moments, he'll turn back to be the tender lover you know he truly is.

Steven Grant:

*Poor meow meow gets overwhelmed anytime you have the smallest issue, and today you really look angry, but -he didn't meant to bother you, he wanted you to be fine! Steven leaves the place just giving some final words because he can't take this atmosphere anymore: "I just hope that- once you calm down, we can actually talk and... dunno, maybe you can see what I'm trying to say, (Y/N), bye"

*Hey he didn't say "laters gators", OMG he's really angry.

*Either you or him give the first step to conceal. Perhaps you do it at the same time. You slide to the bedroom, carrying a metaphorical pipe of peace in the form of a cup of tea, and you're about to open the door when Steven does the same. "(Y/N)!" "Steven, I-!" "I'm sorry, I didnt-!" "I'm so sorry, I shouldnt-!" "No no please, let me explain -" "No, please, I just..."

*You hug each other and you begin to kiss him on the cheek. He does the same and before you can notice, you're devouring each other's lips. Steven keeps trying to apologize but you don't allow him, that's nothing that matter now, and you end up rolling on the bed.

*It's difficult to tell if Steven's performance is driven either by arousal or guilt, but he's even more passionate than usual tonight. He even tops without you asking him to do it, and gets sure you receive most of the pleasure with all his will and skills. Oh and as a plus, his moans are cuter than ever.

*You can't simply be angry with him forever, specially after the way he fucked you tonight. He's tired and shivering when he lays on the bed, and you play with his hair and rest your head on his chest. Perhaps he may try to bring the topic back, but you shush him quick. "It's okay, Steven, let's forget it... you were right, and I'm sorry for shouting at you like that" "No, I- I'm sorry, my love, I didn't think of your opinion before-" "Forget it, Steven, I'm not angry anymore"

Jake Lockley:

*Yes, this guy can put you on nerves easily and in a lot of ways. Unfortunately this one has overpassed your limits and you really want to punch his nasty face, so you walk pass him, open the front door and command "Get the hell out of here, Jake, now"

*After some seconds in which he squints his eyes to you, he approaches the door. "We'll talk once you come back to your sane" you say as farewell words... but he pushes the door close and stares at you. "What the-? Lockley, I said I want you out!"

*He wrinkles his nose, a vicious grimace on his face, and grabs your arms to force you to him. You are so heated yet for the discussion you fight back and even get to slap him, but he doesn't seem surprised for that. Then, he pushes you to the floor with all his strenght.

*I hope you didn't really like that blouse because Jake rips it off without hesitation, using his weight to avoid any form of escape from you. He cups and plays with your tits, grunting and gasping in your ear. "You think you can be like that to me, muñeca? Gotta teach you some manners"

*At this point if you pull his hair or scratch him or whatever, he treats it as arousal fuel. He may take you to the couch or a table or even the nearest corner because he isn't fussy, and undresses you with one hand while he holds your wrists with the other. He presses his hips on yours, happy to make you notice his growing bulge. "I love when you're in fighting mood, bonita, me pones muy duro".

*Yeah, you may be still angry but you can't deny he knows what he's doing. He reaches your sweet spot, he nibbles the back of your neck, he rubs your clit until you're crying for the overstimulation, and he says the dirtiest yet more tasty things in your ear while doing it. "So, muñequita... are you ready to apologize?" he groans while his seed runs through your swollen thighs "Or you need a second round?"

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Junker Queen x Chubby Fem Reader Headcanons (SFW & NSFW)

Requested by: the head archivist, because there isn't anything out there with this prompt that I could find (a crime if you ask me) There is an indication where the NSFW starts :)

⁍ First of all, you cannot convince me that this woman wouldn't prefer to date a bigger girl

⁍ Chubbyness was literally seen as a sign of royalty and this woman still sticks to that belief (as she should)

⁍ Saw you walking down the street and went "Awooga das mine now" (of course, Odessa wouldn't actually just pluck you off the street (unless you wanted her to))

⁍ She'd try her best to somehow find a natural way to talk to you she knows, after all, how intimidating it could be for LITERAL ROYALTY to just show up and talk to you

⁍ Prays for you to show up in the arena some day. Not because she wants to beat you up, but just to find some common ground to talk

⁍ Yeah no way that's gonna happen

⁍ You'd probably meet in a pub you work at, being nothing short of honored to serve the Junker Queen herself

⁍ Finds your politeness incredibly entertaining and intentionally teases you to make you feel more comfortable (also pisses you off, but it worked ig?)

⁍ Calls you stupid nicknames all night and tries to make small talk

⁍ The night ends with her just blatantly saying she finds you hot and exchanging numbers

⁍ She invites you out on a date a few days later, and that's when you both really kick it off

⁍ Odessa is gonna be really touchy from the beginning, but also constantly asking if you're okay with it

"Hey can I hold your hand?"

"We literally violently made out twenty minutes ago"

"Yeah, but can I?"

⁍ So sweet with it too, like dhdhdjksjs

⁍ It's wild how this seven foot, muscular and intimidating woman walks next to you like a pathetic puppy /pos

⁍ Also carries you around a lot, simply because she can. Oh no, you wore heels that make your ass look great but feet hurt like a mf? "Piggyback ride or bridal style?"

⁍ Looks for any excuse to (gently) slap your ass. Bent over? Slap. Lying on your stomach? Slap. Literally just standing there? Guess what, slap. Just loves watching it jiggle ngl

⁍ Absolutely LOVES it when you wear clothes that show off your body in any way, whether that be stuff that shows your curves off a bit more or full on sky's out thighs out

⁍ Would actually melt if you wore something that matches her clothes

⁍ Stares at you so much that others start to think she's going to murder you (Dess is just admiring you)

⁍ Probably shows you off to the public a lot

⁍ Makes you a throne next to hers, but you'll rarely, if ever, use it since she just makes you sit on her lap (she calls that position the 'reverse pillow')

⁍ Would purposely bounce her leg just to watch your boobs bounce ( her favorite activity)

⁍ LOVES it when you sit in her lap and do her makeup. You could have literally done the worst job anyone could ever do, and she'd be "gosh babe that looks so good!" and walk around with it all day

⁍ Wears your clothes for funsies

⁍ Don't be surprised if she returns them with holes or burn marks

⁍ If that upset you for whatever reason, she be at your doorstep the next day with designer clothes she got from god knows where

⁍ When you're both in a different country that's cold asf, she will warm herself using your body. Hope you like ice cold hands :)

⁍ She lives your tibbies <3

⁍ Dess is constantly using you as a pillow and has fallen asleep in very uncomfortable positions on top of you

NSFW

⁍ Mommy dommy cannot convince me otherwise

⁍ Almost always cares about your pleasure more than she does hers, but she'll absolutely be more selfish if she's had a rough day

⁍ She is PACKING those tounge piercings if you know what I mean

⁍ Definitely has a thing for knifes ngl. If you're not comfortable with that, she'd use blunt or fake ones

⁍ Probably like half the fandom has agreed on this but THRONE SEX. Her favorite activity probably

⁍ Will occasionally sit you down on her throne, put her crown on your head and gobble up that kitty cat

⁍ This woman eats you out like it's her last meal on death row. Odessa could go on for hours if you let her

⁍ Million dollar pussay

⁍ Do you smell that? Yeah, that's a praise and mommy kink 2-in-1 deal.

⁍ Call her mommy and she'll go from fast and rough to cooing at you while significantly slowing down her speed, calling you baby and praising you even more than before

⁍ Absolutely loves suckling on your tits, will also use teeth if you let her

⁍ She isn't into public sex, but will finger you under a table full of important diplomats if you ask nicely

⁍ Loves to try new things and will gladly stop holding herself back if you ask her to. (don't blame her if you can't feel your legs after though)

⁍ If she's in one of her "I will eat you like a starved woman until you beg me to stop" phases, she doesn't even need any kind of stimulation to get off, literally cums in her pants multiple times just from getting you off

⁍ Please use her face as a throne, please, please, please

⁍ If you're hovering above her even just slightly, she will force you in onto her mouth, claiming that even if she did die, it must've meant she wasn't worthy enough

⁍ This woman doesn't even need a strap with how long her fingers are dear god

⁍ She'll make you sit on her thigh and tell you to grind yourself against her (just loves watching how your body moves tbh)

⁍ Wear lingerie and this woman will absolutely lose it. Will buy you sets that she thinks would look cute on you after that.

⁍ Aftercare is so sweet too <3

⁍ Prepares a bath for you and massages your sore muscles while praising you for how well you did