#i was thinking about it the other day ray's dressing style is one that pleases me a lot

[khaopybara]

Walk Walk, Fashion Baby Pt. 1

An appreciation post for Ray's impeccable fashion style just because I deeply miss him these days

KHAOTUNG THANAWAT as RAY PAKORN ( ONLY FRIENDS EP. 1-6 )

[redr0sewrites]

Hi! I absolutely loved your lucifer x punk reader and was wondering if you could do a gn punk reader but with Velvette please?

nonnie i hope u know that u absolutely made my year with this request i NEED more velvette reqs she is my guilty pleasure

🥀 Cw: fluff, slightly suggestive at the end

Velvette is absolutely the type of person to LOVE having an alternative s/o

she def finds anyone with a unique style intriguing, and once she actually met you she fell hard

def inspired a clothing line or two after you before you both even became official

she would also ask you to model and would ask for your opinion on designs!!!!! ur def her muse in a way, and she LOVES dressing you up in spunky outfits and designing new outfits just for you

velvette just loves dressing you up, and loves going out together when you're both dressed to the MAX in full aesthetic outfits

shes so good at doing hair and makeup too, URGRHRH imagine her sitting on your lap and doing your eyeliner for you or putting liberty spikes in your hair...

if your super into DIY or patch vests, pants, etc Velvette LOVEESSSS helping you make clothes

she will make patches and pins for you to wear!

velvette def has you show her some of the DIY tricks you know, and she shows you some in return

YALL ABSOLUTELY DEFINITELY POSITIVELY HAVE MATCHING OUTFITS

all of hell starts to see even more alternative and punk influence in fashion once you both become OFFICIAL official

velvette also announces it on practically every social media platform possible that you both are together, she loves showing you off and she is NEVER the type to be ashamed of her partner

you both def make those alt couples goals videos, and if anyone ever hits on you velvette will conveniently post blurry photos of you both making out the next day on her sinstagram

she shows up to important meetings and work events with you both in your spunky matching fits

you both heavily believe in being fashionably late and def help eachother get ready (but it ends up taking longer bc she just can't help but kiss you over and over while you're trying to do eyeliner, and you are definitely no help when she's struggling to choose which accessory to wear)

she's already a huge advocate for change in the way hell is run, and you both bond over your anti-authoritarian ideals

velvette does what she wants and nobody can tell her otherwise, and teh same goes for you. she genuinely admires that you really don't care what others think about you and you're style, and was def attracted to that aspect of your personality before you both even dated

LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND TELL ME SHE WOULDNT ADORE FEMINIST ROCK LIKE SHE WOULD EAT THAT SHIT UP

you both love bikini kill, hole, x ray spex, destroy boys, JOAN JETT, all of that genre

she probably knew about punk music before she met you, but you def introduced her to it more

velvette loves long car rides where you're BLASTING music and screaming it at the top of your lungs while chains and hair is flying everywhere as you tear down the road speed limit where

if you wear lots of chains she def tugs on them to pull you into kisses and pulls you in by the belt too... (i want to make a drabble about this soooo bad)

all in all, yall r a POWER COUPLE lmao

"babe, what about this?" Velvette twirled you around, adjusting some of the pins on your vest before turning you towards the large, illuminated mirror that covered one side of the messy dressing room. music played in the background, filling the room with guitar riffs and breathy solos. discarded fabrics and chains covered the floor, all remnants of Velvette's past designs.

"damn, this looks sick as fuck!" you exclaim, giving a little twirl to show off the distressed patterns and chunky shoes. Velvette nodded approvingly, stepping towards you with a smirk. she reached out, hooking her finger through your belt and pulling you into a kiss. her tongue slipped past your lips, exploring the cavern of your mouth as the kiss grew more steamy. "fuck you're so hot," she murmured against your lips, her lip stick was smearing across your skin as she pressed hasty kisses and nipped at your hawline. "i adore dressing you up," she whispered, pulling you in closer, "but i love undressing you even more..."

SHES SOOOOOOO RAHAWHAHGWGGGGGG i need more velvette contentttttttttt

[yslende]

ask and ye shall receive!!! context + fic clipping below

context: both bruce and clark are AFAB in this au. bruce's deadname is antigone, clark's i haven't actually picked yet but whatever! antigone wayne isn't out publicly, clark kent is; batman is batman and kal jor-el is supergirl. woohoo!

(this isn't edited, sorry for grammar or weird plot stuff. i like to think that i write with good grammar, but idk. the stuff in bold is footnotes (yes i do footnotes. fight me) but tumblr doesn't support those. enjoy!! :) )

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One miasma and crime-coated night, not to say that all days and nights in Gotham aren’t like that, the Bat sees a flying woman. She’s dressed in blue and red with a giant S on her chest, roaming around Gotham, looking for something. Presumably. Batman does a quick search online.

Supergirl, a superpowered alien native to Metropolis, became active around a year and a half ago. She fashions herself a hero, and Metropolis residents certainly aren’t complaining. The Daily Planet has several interviews with her on record, though in every single one the interviewer was Lois Lane. She has a multitude of powers, not limited to invincibility, superstrength, laser vision, and flight. He’s almost jealous.

Of course, he already knew all of that [He keeps tabs on everything that could threaten Gotham—the database already spans 12 terabytes—and a superpowered alien definitely applies. He already has four fully constructed contingency plans with phases, steps, and instructions prepared, but another four couldn’t hurt. [Yes, they could, but that’s to worry about later.]], but why she’s come to Gotham is still a mystery. The Bat plans to find out.

She lands a few roofs away from the Bat’s current stakeout spot, seemingly frustrated, but he knows better. She’s pointedly not looking towards where he’s watching, instead faux-searching the previous row of buildings that she’d already searched. She, quite literally, twiddles her thumbs.

He can’t get out of this, can he. He quickly adds super senses, x-ray vision? to the powers list before standing, silencing the click of his boots to try and stay hidden as long as he can, knowing that it’s a futile effort. To her credit, Supergirl does a good job of pretending to be fooled.

“What do you want,” he intones, standing with shadows draped over him like blankets. Right now, to a normal human, he’d be a pair of white slits where his eyes are. He has no idea what Supergirl sees. 

She pretends to startle. “Dear—Rao, you scared me!” She rubs a hand on the back of her neck, smiling sheepishly, before flying over to stand in front of him.

Her eyes are inhumanly blue, with glowing white irises. They’re enchanting.

“Leave Gotham.” He narrows his eyes.

“Woah there!” she says, holding her hands up, palms out. Is she trying to look less intimidating? Does she think that he’ll think that she’s, what, cramping his I am a terrifying vigilante style? “I just want to talk to you! Can you spare five minutes?”

“No.”

“Three minutes?”

“No.”

“One minute and you consider what I say?”

He considers. “No.”

“Great!” Supergirl looks inordinately pleased with herself and her technicality. She takes a deep breath, one that seems to make a slight rattling purr. “So!”

One excruciating minute later, the Bat has a rudimentary understanding of the superhero club Supergirl’s trying to start and an unwelcome reminder of why he stopped watching most videos on 2x speed. He squints his eyes further.

Supergirl’s stopped floating, holding her hands behind her back and looking cheery. Even standing at his full height with his boots, she’s taller than him.

To be fair, it’s not a completely unsalvageable idea. Having an alliance already set up for world-ending threats with other superpowered people saves the ideological arguments for drawing the contracts up, not when something’s trying to absorb all oxygen from Earth or something similar. [Simply a hypothetical; Ivy doesn’t work at as large of a scale.] Supergirl already has a roster in mind, including him for some reason, but that’s about all that’s been prepared in advance.

There are several flaws with this plan: first, he doesn’t have superpowers. Supergirl had explicitly said “superhero team,” and he fits on none of the counts. Besides that oversight, the logistics weren’t thought out at all. Where would they be operating? What are they planning to do? Who’s taking responsibility for this? How are they going to settle the power structure? Conflicts of interest? The governmental alliances alone deserve an entirely separate discussion, and funding—dear God, funding.

All of it is incredibly idealistic. Did Supergirl come all the way to Gotham to propose a first draft to the Bat of Gotham? That’s an insult, even disregarding the fact that she’d interrupted him on patrol.

“Why now decide to make a team?” As good an opener as any. Supergirl seems to mistake his skepticism as curiosity, looking pleased.

“So, the United Nations contacted me—” she grimaces for a split-second— “and asked if I could be their interplanetary defense person. Basically. And I’m totally not against that!” She holds her hands palms-outward again, bashful. “But I don’t think it’s a job I can do totally on my own. And I felt like it was right to ask, since you’re kinda the first superhero, y’know?”

He did not know that. Some quick mental math reveals—yeah, he was the first. Supergirl made her debut a few months after he did, Wonder Woman revealed Themyscira shortly after, and now it’s a tossup of which superhuman will come out of the woodwork this month. Fuck, and he started it. Shit.

He grunts. She hesitates, before taking it in stride. “What do you think? Questions, comments?”

Plenty, but he doesn’t care to give her the entire roadmap. “Short-sighted. This ‘Justice Party’” —some vicious, clawed airquotes are employed— “will starve to death even with my involvement.” What did she think was going to happen? Her and her tea party sing kumbaya while he duct tapes the entire operation together?

Supergirl winces. “So that’s a no?” She sounds disgustingly hopeful.

He glares at 52% intensity. “No.” 

As her face falls, the Bat fades into the darkness, jumping off the building almost faster than the human eye can see. He doesn't have any data on what Supergirl can and can't see.

As he makes his exit, he hears a faint, frustrated “Goddammit,” alongside a sniffle.

It’s good for her to be disappointed now, Bruce tells himself. The world is disappointing, cruel, and unkind, and it’s best for her to shape up before she actually puts it into motion.

He tells himself that, listening to Supergirl fly off crying.

( @securitycapecreature wanted to be tagged when the fic was posted; i think this counts at least a little)

[kaycode1999]

hi!! can i please request a demon slayer matchup? i’m bisexual & use she/her pronouns :)

for my personality, id say im pretty bubbly and excitable. i’m an isfj & cancer, & i try to look on the bright side and try to listen to/help when they’re sad. im very affectionate with the people im close to, and i tend to cling onto my friends arms and hug them a lot. i love anything soft or cute, especially animals!! im kinda scared of bugs though, but i still always try to take them outside. i get distracted pretty easily, and have a hard time dealing with change. i tend to be a bit bossy and unreasonable when it comes to something i’m interested in. plus i get really moody and irrational sometimes when it comes to something i want (im very stubborn lol). i also really like going for walks, shopping, yoga, gardening, baking (even though i’m dreadfully awful at it), and reading. i try to see the best in everything & everyone, though i can’t really tolerate it if somebody is overly cruel or rude to the people i care about. i have a very “do no harm, take no shit” mentality :)

for my appearance, im 5’1 & have fairly long light brown hair. my eyes are hazel, im fairly pale with a few freckles sitting across my face, & my cheeks are perpetually rosy andjfjjek. my style ranges from pretty soft and girly to a wannabe skater boy (i love the style but alas, it does not love me </3). i really like dressing up even if i’m not going anywhere. i also really like to do makeup, both on myself and others. also since i’m on the shorter side, i like to wear platform shoes since being tall makes me feel cool!

please and thank you!! have a nice day <3

I match you with

Giyu Tomioka

Grumpy/serious x sunshine with you two and it's very cute

In his eyes you're this beautiful ray of sunshine that he has to protect because you're so sweet

If you cling onto him it will actually make him melt

His fellow Hashira actually tease him about it (good-naturedly of course), because ever since he got together with you he often has this dopey smile on his face

He can't say no to you especially if something will make you happy, so whatever cute and soft things you want its yours and however many you want

He's seen and been through a lot worse than bugs so he has no problem getting rid of bugs for you. Actually, he thinks it's adorable that you're scared of a little bug when you're way bigger than it

He finds it kind of cute when you get distracted, for example if you’re out shopping he ends up dragging you back to the task or what you were looking at before like a parent with a child “ Thats nice honey, lets get back to the shopping ok?”. But always loving and with a fond smile on his face

Speaking of shopping, no only does he spoil you but he will carry everything for you

He gives me the vibe of that one post where someone was in a bookstore and saw a guy holding a few books when his girlfriend/wife kept bringing books over for him to hold and when the person had looked at him he said she could buy the whole store and he’d still carry it for her *naturally I can't find it as soon as I need it😭😭 but if I find it I will add it*

I think everyone to some extent can struggle with change, so he understands why you don't like it. Whatever help you need to get through it or deal with it he's there 💯

He knows you well enough to know how to navigate your bossy and unreasonable side

Going on walks together makes a cute date idea or just a nice way to spend time together

He just loves spending time with you so whatever makes you happy

I think he's actually fairly good at cooking/baking so maybe if you do it together it will end up well, and you get to spend time together so win win

He enjoys reading too, and I just love the idea of comfortably resting and just enjoying each others company in peace while reading

He adores the fact that you try to see the best in everyone and wishes he was like that too

If you don't like overly rude and cruel people I can see you getting up in Sanemi’s face or going after him when he's rude to Giyu and Giyu has to pick you and keep you in his arms to keep you from doing that

He will let you practice makeup on him but if he has to meet with his fellow hashira it has to come off😂

He loves your height and your freckles, and he still thinks its so precious that even if you wear heels you're still shorter than him

[cupidstwin333]

hi! hope you doing great! <3

can I have romantic obey me matchup please? i’m a girl, 18 years old, an aries, enfp, my pronouns are she/her. i could be really shy sometimes due to my bad anxiety, but mostly i’m very sweet and bubbly person, i deeply care about my friends, and i’m super affectionate with people who i love. also, my love language is physical touch!!! i’m also very sensitive and emotional person, but i’m fully open with my feelings only with close people in my life. my height is 5’5, I have long brown hair and green eyes, and I have petite figure. i would describe my style as a hyperfeminine, but i also love to dress cozy! i’m polyglot and i speak 6 languages, and i’m studying linguistics in uni. my other passions are makeup, cinematography and music ofc! i’m obsessed with rabbits and bunnies and all the bunny-themed items! i love cute things, such as clothes, accessories, makeup, stuffies and etc. my ideal partner is someone tall and protective, who would take care of me and be attentive to me and my feelings! and also someone who would cuddle me a lot <3

hope it’s okay! sorry for my grammar, english isn’t my first language. i hope you have a nice day <3

After a long time of thinking 💭 your match is...

Lucifer

How it started:

In the whimsical realm of Devildom, where enchantment filled the air, a destined meeting awaited. You, a sweet and bubbly person, found yourself amidst the breathtaking gardens of Devildom Academy, your heart a delightful mix of excitement and nervousness.

One sun-kissed afternoon, as golden rays filtered through the leaves, you spotted someone who seemed to radiate an air of elegance and mystery. Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride, stood amidst the blooms, the moment looked as if it should’ve been caught in a beautiful picture. Your gaze locked, and oh, how your heart skipped a beat. With a burst of courage, you took a step closer.

"Hey there," you greeted, a shy smile on your lips.

Lucifer's lips curled into a faint smile, his eyes holding a hint of curiosity. "Hello. Is there something you need?"

Your cheeks flushed with warmth, but your determination didn't waver. "I couldn't help but notice how amazing these gardens are. Do you take care of them?"

Lucifer's demeanor softened, a genuine interest sparking in his eyes. "Yes, I do. They're my little haven."

As you chatted, you found common ground in your love for languages and learning. You animatedly shared your passion for linguistics, and he was captivated by your enthusiasm. His sophisticated aura blended surprisingly well with your bubbly nature.

Days turned into weeks, and your interactions became more frequent. You'd catch each other's eyes across the garden, and sometimes, he'd walk with you, discussing everything from magic to mundane life. His fascination with your affectionate personality only grew, and he found himself smiling more often.

One day, you stumbled upon a surprise: a collection of bunny-themed trinkets nestled among the flowers. Your heart soared, realizing Lucifer had been paying attention to your love for all things cute and bunny-related. You couldn't help but give him a grateful hug and a huge smile. “You actually remembered!” You let out with a happy laugh.

“Of course, it’s the least I could do for someone I love.” He confessed with a loving smile.

General headcanons:

💘When you and Lucifer started dating his protective side emerged: He'd often offer his coat when it was chilly or guide you through crowded places. He’d even keep an eye out for his brothers when they were around you.

💘He always treats you like a princess and wasn’t shy to show you his gentleman side.

💘He loves complimenting your eyes, as they are his favourite thing to look at.

💘Your love language of physical touch is gladly reciprocated by him; he'd pull you into his arms during strolls, stealing kisses that left your heart racing.

I’d appreciate it if you’d reblog this, and I hope you enjoyed reading this <3

[thecourtjester12]

Hey there!! Your SS here 🎅❄️ I just wish to double check a few things on your JDCAU designs if that's alright!

1. Their hands: they have a total of four fingers in their refs, and I just wanted to make sure that's the right amount 🫡

2. Does Sun's upgraded design still have the ruffle collar?

3. Moon has a silver sun pin on their cravat which reminded me of the gold one he receives from Roxy in their bday fic! Is it okay to color that as gold as a reference to it? 🩵💛

4. The pin on Moon's hat! I noticed you mentioned it's a trans fem flag in another au, but what is it for your JDCAU? (Sorry if this is answered in one of the fics!! I haven't read through all of them yet 😅)

And if you think of anything important about them that you want to make clear I would love to know!! Been having lots of fun reading and working on your gift so far!! Hope your day has been well, and thank you for your time!!

Hello!!!

Was a bit surprised to see this, seen a few others getting and sending anon asks for Secret Santa wasn't sure if I would get one (And it seems I have! How exciting :3)

Onto your questions!

I do tend to draw them with 3 fingers (plus the thumb) it's just stylistically easier to draw usually >~< But I do draw them with 4 fingers and a thumb sometimes especially for ASL, so it's completely interchangeable! :3

2. Yup! He kept the ruffle its just…generally covered by his rays whenever I draw him XD Moony also still has his ruffle, they sometimes wear it instead of the cravat (Sentimentality and familiarity, he also has their old hat for this reason!)

3…..eheh…ya…umm…that's just me misremembering what color it was, the one in the refs is supposed to be the one from Roxy I just mixed up the color >~< So…It technically is supposed to be gold! Oopsies…I shall fix that on the refs XD

4. The pin on JDCAU Moon's hat is a 'Monty in space' pin from Monty! Since he's a fan of 'Freddy in space' Monty gave them one of himself XD I just…never really draw it properly for a ref so…here you go! And one of my other Moon's (Moo) is from J-TOL which is set in the same universe as JDCAU but is just the other plex location in the AU (I enjoy referring to the 2 AU's as my JAu's XD) So Moo is the one with a trans fem flag on their hat!

Anything else….hmmmm…Only thing I can really thing of is if you want to dress them up at all in stuff, Asides the Earrings from Roxy you can go with whatever! (but stuff like suns, moons, stars, clouds, rainbows are very his style) same goes for stickers since I don't have very many specifically stated!

And I know i have a good handful of items listed they have (clothes, accessories, lil gifts and hobby items in their room) and most don't have any references, so…if you need refs for anything like that just send in another ask and I'll get you the refs you need should you need any!

And if you end up dressing em up for Sunny masc or fem styles work! But for Moony masc or androgynous no fem for them please! :3

And just AHHHHHHHH omgoodnesssssss I can't believe you've been reading my stories >-< Makes me really happy to hear you've been enjoying reading them and what you're working on!!! I'm super excited to see what you make! And I hope your day has been good as well!!!! <3

[ducknotinarow]

Rhodes - Mun talks about the Muse

| Mun talks about the Muse

RHOOOOOODES, Rhody, Roo bear! XD I dunno if it's obvious? but Rhodes has become like my favorite OC as of late 2nd to Richard at least.

Its sort of funny cause he was really only made for the sake of making Buddy a friend so I tried to think what kind of person would be a good friend for Buddy? So I thought about those Buddy closest to their Dad's. So basic things Rhodes had to be a coffee drinker and okay with taking care into his looks. Everything just built up from there as I decided on what tropes and such I wanted to basically go with when making this character well taking inspo from other characters I like.

I think the funniest is the fact his color and design and some story beat traits were inspired from the Swan princess movie which was on of my all time favorite movies to watch as kid XD

✍ Favorite thing about writing the muse?

I think in general I love Rhodes over the top behavior because for Rhodes that is just who he is. He this easy going cool head guy not much works up like for real. So the fact he just like this I feel makes him generally a really fun character for me to write and a bit of a departure from my usual go to characters I have noticed I tend to pick.

👀Favorite thing about the muse’s appearance?

Personally for his design I like that I made him a blonde it just stands out well with his feather coloring.

I also like the heart on his beak, I know it's not like a ground breaking thing to make a heart shape there I just think it's cute for him to have uwu and of course I love that he has a eye mask thanks to the type of pegion i based him off from.

🌌Favorite alternate version of the muse?

I haven't properly draw this I give Rhodes a very MCR style that he dresses in a sort of more modern rocker and not like glam rock or leather. But when he works at his Mom's stand on the weekends, and later when he'll held at her Paint and sip place. Rhodes wears an apron and less stylist clothing like faded jeans covered in paint and a work shirt. I say work shirt but it's just a shirt his mom made him that says Asst. Manger on it cause of course she made her son her Assist manger. He also either wears a head band to keep his hear back or a head scarf.

one day ill properly draw it out uwu

💕Favorite ship for the muse? 

uwu Metronome of course. XD I LEGIT HAD NO IDEA WE WERE GONNA SHIP THESE 3 So when Kezzie dropped that Charlie had a crush on Rhodes? I was all lets go XD. I ain't against polyships I don't really have many I blame it on my dislike for love triangle tropes personally I just aint into them XD I find them so unneeded and often severing no point cause it never comes to all them together anyway.

But! I turly feel a poly ship works best for Rhodes just because I feel needs mutiple partners for different reasons its not that he means to hes just bad about giving all of himself to people shpw even Buddy and Charlie tend to only get some of Rhodes.

With Buddy Rhodes is more passionate about his likes and more honest because Buddy is a very bubbly enthusiastic person.

Where with Charlie Rhodes is more deep and a bit antagonist in that he loves annoying Charlie. Because Charlie needs a more driect approach but also hes just always so serious so Rhode likes picking on him so to speak.

There just something I enjoy about the three of them together and into pairs as well.

💔Least favorite ship for the muse?

I would say he ex friend/ Band mate that I still haven't really named but thats still something in the works atm and you might think oh Ray how dare you cause Rhodes heart break too. Well don't worry I didn't uwu Rhodes was the one who did the heart breaking instead >:D

💢Something about the muse that annoys you?

I would say Rhodes near people pleasing ways, well it's not so much he is a people pleaser he dose very often back down around his Dad and Step-mom. He dials back who he is more so around his Dad. Rhodes really just pulls back from who he is which as the mun I know why he dose this. He is very hyper vigilant so he dose this as a way to try and in his mind control the environment he is in.

😈Worst thing you’ve ever done to your muse? 

hmm that's interesting I guess it would be that he and his fathers relationship was destroyed after his Dad met Karine who would become his step monster. Because well it's only going to get worse for Rhodes and his father uwu

😂Funniest thing that’s ever happened to your muse? 

XD oh for sure that's gonna be when he was told that both his boyfriends masterbate to thoughts of him with out stuttering cause he thought for sure they might get shy about it least Charlie so he ended up being the frazzled one.

💡 What inspires you to write the muse? 

lets see personal connection for sure with things I share in common with Rhodes, his personality in general is a fun inspiration cause I gotta think how this dramatic character would react. Even in his low moments hes still very dramatic like cutting his hair breaking down into tears. Getting in peoples faces cause he in a bad mood and they gave him a reason to lash out.

📷 Favorite picture/screencap of your muse?

XD I have a lot of sketch's of him and wip featuring his boyfriends but they aren't done. But I do have this which is like the fully fleshed out piece of him and I really like how it turned out

📑 Favorite part of your muse’s backstory? 

I would say anything in relation to his mom. His Mom i feel is the reason for his good traits because she loves Rhodes as he is she just gave him the confidence to be who he is. She knows Rhodes isn't an angel but shes going to talk like he is one. She's very overly affectionate with Rhodes and a lot of those traits blead over to Rhodes like the use of nicknames and such.

📝 Favorite headcanon for your muse? 

That Rhodes is going to join the theater department when he eventually transfers schools. Sure I feel him being in spot light is like the given buuuut with Rhodes know how of music and such I feel he would more take a liking to stage crew. He likely gets understudy roles though. So if someone can't fill their role they got Rhodes.

Rhodes tends to get female roles the most and he pulls it off well uwu that people confuse him for an actual girl.

Rhodes has a very good ear for music he can hear a tune once and know how to play it from there. Since Pigeons were once used as messages im relaying that to his music love uwu

😒 Is there anything canon about your muse that you ignore? 

XD I feel this is hard to answer when it's an OC of my own creation pfft

🔮 What do you see in your muse’s future? 

It's like funny since I have his passion being with music and in truth? I was going to have have him become a sort of local musician. Sometimes he travel to play else where. And Maybe that will still be something he dose. But Rhodes whole

🔥 Unpopular opinion about your muse? 

XD he is never being dramatic that old man just happened to touch a bag he needed to replace it was pure coincidence they also touched it uwu

💭 Favorite memory of the muse? 

Atm? hmmm I think his first kiss with Buddy when finding France for them. Rhodes has dated and gotten around but those were never serious relationships or people he was serious about. But Buddy is and the kiss being over something to Rhodes wasn't that big a deal not cause he don't understand France is important to Buddy but more that Rhodes happened to find him being all that important.

I would also say Rhodes dying Charlies hair the first time, Charlie isn't someone who takes care of himself. Rhodes is someone who takes care of everyone. And It's kind of what made Rhodes think about what he wants to be in the future.

😩 Hardest thing about writing the muse? 

XDD in truth? I would say trying to make him come off as a snob I mean I feel it more comes out when it comes to what he likes to eat, listen to and wear even. I try not to make him out to be a douche but I either well do which works out in moments of him being allowed to be upset so it comes out that why or not quite in that range at the same time. Like yeah Rhodes is a bitch and he got some opinions on his standards and that they should be everyone's not just his XD

Which is funny cause it's like one of his main traits pfft.

⌨ What’s a situation you’ve always wanted to RP with the muse? 

hmmm currently I can't really think of anything? Im currently in the middle of Rhodes as I feel bit character arch with him kind of learning he can be dependent on others after being independent for so long. hmm I guess I do wanna explore more with his relationship with his boyfriends and Rhodes moving to St.Carnard and transferring to the same school as Charlie and Buddy where he can kind of just find himself even more. With out the bitterness of feeling his dad wouldn't support any of what those things are.

🎭 How similar are you and the muse? 

OH this is easy XD so in finding where I feel I land in terms of my sexuality and such I found for my gender I really enjoy the label of being genderfluid. And well I say I never stick to any really strict gendering on any of my muses letting them partake in more feminine or masculine things interchangeably none have really been gender neutral in the way that I am. When making Rhodes I knew I wanted him to be that and in truth it just formed a lot of how he would be in terms of likes, personify and habits even.

Rhodes is also a child of divorce like myself. My mother going through three of them.

I also slightly based Rhodes and his mothers relationship off my own with my mother. In that Rhodes is very independent as a person he loves his mom and knows she will do anything for him. But Rhodes tries to make it so she doesn't have. Which is why he tends to not tell her so much not for any real reason out side 'I can handle this on my own'

[happilychaengs]

Sup :) Could pretty please do a Blackpink reaction to their s/o being a smol bean buutt they are muscular and strong af ;)

Thanks in advance bby

i really couldn't imagine the small part but i tried my best and secondly who are you to call me bby? hmm? that's only reserved for my girlfriend who doesn't exist unless anyone wants to? joking. unless?

anyways enjoy

-r-

Blackpink reaction to S/O being small but muscular/strong

jisoo

you were so cute. seriously. you were small and you'd always dress up in her oversized hoodies and it was the cutest thing ever but when the warm weather rolled around, you couldn't help but change your style.

you two hadn't gone past just kissing at this point so when jisoo walked in on you changing she couldn't help but internally squeal and cover her eyes with her hands, sometimes peeking through. that cute notion she had of you was thrown out the window as she saw your body. you were so toned. way more than she thought you were. the rest of the day, her mind was filled with bad thoughts of you. horrible thoughts. lustful thoughts and she'd hoped you wouldn't be able to tell.

jennie

jennie absolutely adored you. at the mere sight of you, she could come down from anything. you were just so small and cute that she thought you couldn't even hurt a fly. until you proved her very wrong.

when the two of you were out on a casual walk, you could't help but notice the group of people eyeing your girl down. hooting and cat calling as if she was an object. jennie was fine dealing with it. it happened to her almost everyday but you couldn't. she watched you quickly let go of her hand as you stomped over, fists clenched as you told them off.

"what are you going to do midget? you can't protect your girlfriend."

and holy shit. they were dead wrong. you didnt pull any punches as you made your way back to jennie, a whole pile of bodies behind you and a wide smile on your face.

"no one talks about my girl like that." you explained as she looked at you eyes widened in awe.

rosé

you were small. well... not small per se but you were shorter than she was and by that categorization, she'd call you small. she loved how she could be the big spoon in the relationship but her entire mindset changed when she caught you working out.

the way the sweat dropped down your body as you were doing your workouts made her feel things. it highlighted and accentuated your features even more and you weren't weak at all contrary to whatever previous thoughts she had of you before. you were lifting... heavy. insanely heavy for someone of your stature.

she will probably never admit it but she wish those hands of yours lifting the weights were grabbing her instead. gripping her. groping her. doing unspeakable acts only you and her knew about. she wanted you to absolutely fucking rai- (i'm not finishing this. interpret this how you will)

lisa

the two of you were an infamous couple. while she was the main dancer of a world renowned group, you were off doing your own thing teaching others how to dance in your own studio. but a big pet peeve you had was when your soon to be newbie students thought you were a fellow student alongside them because of your small size. it pained you so.

so you had decided to hold a little performance for all of them just to really show them who their teacher would be alongside your beautiful and very talented girlfriend lisa. you two practiced day and night to hold the best performance you could even if it was just a demonstration and there was just this one part lisa was worried about. the part where you had to completely pick her up and put her above your head.

she couldn't think that you'd be able to do it until you actually did. you picked her up right of her feet and she was flailing around screaming to not let her fall but despite it all you two did a pretty bang up job. she truly saw you in a whole new light after that.

[piratesfromspace]

Finance Management (Deckard Shaw/Reader)

Deckard Shaw (Fast & Furious) x Reader

Word count: 1.9k CW: mention of food & alcohol, smut

Female reader

Note: This short fic has been inspired by a friend of mine who created the character of the financial advisor of mister Shaw.  Also there is not enough fics with Deckard Shaw so here we are. 

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“Mister Shaw, it’s me again, I’m so sorry but I really need you to call me back please. It’s important. Thank you.”

You let out a deep sigh as you hang up. Handling the finances of rich people is a lucrative and thrilling job, but damn it sometimes those clients of yours are annoying. Especially Mister Shaw.

First, he’s annoyingly busy and unreachable. Most powerful people are, but he can disappear for weeks on end without so much as sending an email.

Second, he’s also infuriatingly handsome and smart and funny. And he has an impeccable sense of style. He has nothing in common with the other clients of your firm, mainly old and boring men, whose only conversation subject is their money and how they hate their wives.

And finally, the worst thing about him is how good of a lover he is. You found out half a year ago, when you ended up in his bed after what should have been a regular business dinner. It was a mistake of course. One that could have cost you your career because it was a very serious breach of contract to sleep with a client.

You never told a soul, and you promised yourself to never do it again. But it was still hard to forget the feeling of him pressed against you, of his hands holding your waist, of his mouth between your thighs...

You try to focus again on your task and stretch your legs, kicking out your high heels. Feet bare on the soft carpet, you walk to the floor-to-ceiling window of your posh office, taking a second to admire the view, as the final rays of the sun disappear over the lake, and Geneva lights up under you. It’s breath-taking, really. But it also means you’re once again staying way too late at the office. Your assistant has gone home a couple hours ago, and your colleagues are either on vacation or on business trips, making you the only person on the building’s 7th floor. You still have a few things to finish so you plop on your leather chair and get back to work, hoping to make it home before 11pm.

That’s when you hear it: the familiar *ding* of the elevator’s door, at the end of the corridor. You tense immediately. You’re not waiting for anyone, and the security guards always use the stairs when completing their patrol.

Steps are coming down your way, and you grab your phone, ready to dial for the security team. And then you recognize his silhouette through the polished glass wall. There is a knock on your door before it opens to reveal Deckard Shaw himself. He’s wearing an expensive suit and an even more expensive watch, a very light stubble is highlighting his perfect jawbone and his deep grey eyes bear a mischievous glint. Handsome, as always.

“Mister Shaw…” you stammer.

“You know you can call me Deckard.” His stupidly sexy British accent and cocky smile will be the death of you.

He’s been in your office for two seconds and you already want to slap him in the face - or climb him like a tree, you can’t really decide.

“It’s quite late, Mister Shaw, you scared me. Anything I can do for you?” you insist on saying his family name, in a feeble attempt to maintain a professional façade.

“You needed to see me.” it’s more a comment than a question, and you’re suddenly reminded of the dozen of unanswered phone calls you made trying to reach him.

“Yes… yes, that’s right, but honestly you could have called tomorrow morning.”

“I’d rather see you in person.” he answers, looking you straight in the eyes. You can feel yourself blushing under his gaze. “Wanted to make sure you’re alright. You’re working too much you know.” he says with a soft smile, as his eyes drift down to your sore bare feet and then to the discarded heels under your desk.

What a condescending prick, you think. But at the same time, he’s right and his care seems somewhat genuine. It will not make you forget you almost lost your job because of him though.

“How did you know I was still here tonight?” you purposely redirect the attention on him, rather than you.

“Well, let’s say I would not leave the woman in charge of my assets without any... supervision.”

“Is that a polite way to say you’ve been spying on me?” you retort dryly.

“Oh I love when you’re getting all angry and snobbish, your French accent is even cuter.”

You’re gonna murder him. You really really want to tell him to go fuck himself, but he’s the one responsible for a very generous part of your paycheck, so you have to keep quiet.

“I would be more comfortable if we keep our conversation strictly professional, Mister Shaw.”

“Everything you want, dear.”

-----

“Mmph, fu-ck... Deckard, don’t stop”

The professional attitude has been long forgotten, since Deckard has pulled you onto his lap on the velvet couch of his presidential suite at the Four Seasons hotel, where you were supposed to only review the important documents he needed to see. But when the room service had brought a very nice bottle of Scotch, you knew you were screwed. You could not refuse a drink, and the warmth of alcohol combined with the warmth of his hand slightly brushing against your thigh had overcome all your resolve.

You are now sprawled on the king-size bed, moaning his name as Deckard Shaw is destroying your sanity very methodically. One foot on the floor, one leg bent on the edge of the bed, he’s pounding into you, holding your hip with one hand, and circling your clit with the other. His pace is calculated, not too fast so you can feel every inch of him, but not too slow so your nerves don’t have any respite, and it’s driving you crazy. Hands tangled in the dark silk sheets beneath you, you try to catch your breath to no avail.

“I won’t stop darling. Not until I can feel you coming again all over me.” His voice is like heavy honey, dripping all over your senses, drowning you in sweet and sinful promises.

You want to close your eyes to focus on the overwhelming feelings, but the view in front of you is too good to be missed. He looks like some demi-god, bathed in the subdued light of the room, broad and muscular chest, abs perfectly drawn. What is his job again? You vaguely remember him talking about serving a few years in the military when he was younger, but he is still definitely hitting the gym on a regular basis.

His muscles flex when he brings you down on his thick cock a little more sharply than before, and you keen as he hits that perfect spot inside of you. You can feel your orgasm build again, and so can he.

“You’re close, princess, aren’t you?”

You mewl in response and he chuckles darkly, keeping up with his ruthless assault on your most sensitive parts. He angles his fingers just a bit differently on your clit, and keeps thrusting into you, stretching you so perfectly you can’t remember the last time someone fucked you this good - wait , actually you can, it was a few months ago and it was by mister Deckard “annoyingly perfect” Shaw.

“Come on, I know you want to, I’ll keep going until you give me one more anyway princess…”

And that's it. You’re gone. Back arching off the bed, you come hard, harder than the first time, clenching around him. You barely hear him hiss in pleasure as you spasm helplessly on the soft sheets, the silk feeling almost cool against your burning skin.

----

“Good morning darling."

You open an eye, natural light is flooding the room, as is the delicious smell of fresh coffee and tea. At the foot of the bed, you spot a room service trolley loaded with breakfast treats and through the open door of the bathroom, you can see Deckard is looking at you in the mirror reflection while buttoning a crisp white shirt.

"Your tea is ready. Black, no milk, right?”

He's right and it's annoying because is there anything this man messes up?

"What time is it?" You ask, suddenly remembering you have a busy schedule today.

"You have 27 minutes to eat and get ready, so I can drop you off at your office in time for your first call of the day."

He knows about your tea preferences and your professional agenda, of course he does , he was not joking when mentioning the whole "spying-on-you" situation, or "supervision" as he liked to call it. He needs to stop it, but you decide to keep this discussion for another day.

You stretch, and rise to put on the hotel bathrobe, sighing at the thought of having to wear the same clothes as yesterday. Last you saw them, they were scattered on the floor all over the room and your underwear were positively ruined.

"The concierge was very helpful this morning, thanks to him I got you a few clothes delivered for today." Deckard adds as he pours himself a cup of coffee from the cart and gestures to the leather armchair where a couple of bags doning logos of luxury brands are perched.

You make your way to the packages, and open the first one to reveal a sophisticated dress, fitted and sexy, but not too much that it would be inappropriate as office wear. The second bag is a thoughtful selection of high end make-up products. And the last one contains a gorgeous set of lacy lingerie, nothing too raunchy but sexy nonetheless. Of course everything is in the right size.

"Thank you..." you whisper, a little stunned. The assortment must have cost him a couple grands at the very least - not that he can't afford it because you're well placed to be sure he can, but still, he did not have to do this.

You have to suppress a smile, because damn he's being annoyingly perfect once more, but you don't want to give him the satisfaction to reveal he was right when promising you could stay the night instead of going home and still look fresh for your day at work.

"I was thinking, I'm free tonight, so maybe we can finally review those documents, you know the ones you were supposed to show me before you jumped on me on the couch last night?" Deckard states as he bites in an apple in front of the window, casually looking at lake Geneva glinting in the bright morning sun.

You blush unwillingly, struggling to find a reply that would save you from admitting you had failed at enforcing your usual work ethic.

"I'm kidding dear!" He barks in a laugh. "I know enough to trust you on this venture, you have my approval to go on with the investment." He continues more seriously.

You open your mouth to answer but he's quicker.

"I'm not kidding about being free though, so what about dinner and then we can see where this takes us…"

When you don't answer immediately, he turns to look at you. Maybe he's realizing the situation can be awkward and precarious for you since you're technically working for him.

"You can say no, I won't take any offense." He adds without irony.

"Yes..." You finally answer, tip toeing toward him until you can snatch the apple he was eating from him. He protests but you shush him.

"...Yes, I would like this very much..."

As he starts to protest again, you take a big bite from the fruit with a knowing smile.

"...but only for dinner. Nothing more."

"You'll be the death of me." Deckard says, falsely irritated, his voice dropping lower.

"At least the feeling is mutual, mister Shaw ..."

[eddieandbird]

Part 9 - Good Morning

Part 8 | Eddie & Bird | Part 10

Eddie woke up the next morning when he finally got tired of the sun rays leaking through the blinds and irritating his eyes. He rubbed them to finally get relief and stretched out his arms as he sat up. The aroma of eggs and bacon trailed from the kitchen just a few feet away from him.

There Dove stood, her back facing Eddie, gently flipping an egg on the stove. She had already gotten dressed for the day: a white, frilly blouse peaked out of a lavender blazer, paired with a matching pencil skirt. Her hair was slicked back into a straight ponytail that allowed her gold, oval earrings to highlight her face. Eddie admired how much Dove loved wearing pops of color and the way styled her hair to look good with her accessories. He found it a bit odd considering his style consisted of dark shades of red and black, and his favorite rings were a mashup of jewelry he had stolen during various drug deals. Eddie allowed himself to think about if they were seen together around school, how the contrast of their looks would be catching the eyes of all of his classmates. Something told him that she wouldn’t even mind the attention, she would still proudly hold his hand and flash him big smiles when catching each other in the halls. Eddie felt blood rush to his cheeks and he rubbed his face to stop the tingling sensation.

Dove had her home phone pinched between her cheek and shoulder as she spoke to Robin on the other line.

“Yeah, Rob, I’m telling you everything’s fine. Munson’s still sleeping on the couch, I promise to call later with updates,” Dove tried to sound as calm and collected as possible.

“Thank you so much, Bird. I promise I’ll do anything you want to pay you back. I’ll give you my entire next paycheck if you want. I’m still working at Family Video so it’s like not a ton of money, but I’ll add a couple VHS’ if you want,” Robin apologetically rambled.

“That’s so not necessary, Rob. Please keep your money. I just want to show you that I’m here for you,” she giggled.

“Funny you should say that, Birdy…”

“What is it now?” Dove’s tone shifted to sound unenthusiastic.

“I had another small favor. I was wondering if you’d want to come have dinner with me, Mom and Dad? Like maybe Saturday night? They haven’t seen you in forever and I think it’d be good to see them,” Robin’s voice got higher in octave as she feared how Dove would react.

“I uh, I would, but aren’t I supposed to be keeping an eye on Eddie?” Dove stuttered, her anxiety was clear with every word.

“Steve and Dustin offered to come work the night shift for you,”

“I NEVER SAID THAT!” Steve’s scream was heard in the background.

“Okay, okay fine. But only for a couple hours. I want at least a little bit of my weekend to relax,” Dove caved. 

“Are you sure it isn’t so you can have some more time with your new roommate?” Robin teased.

“Alrighty then, I’m gonna go now. I need to get ready for work. Byyyyyeee Rob!“ Dove could practically hear her sister’s smirk through the phone before she hung up the line.

“Good morning, Sunshine,” Eddie’s rough, low voice contrasted his peppy greeting. He climbed onto a stool to sit at the kitchen counter, elbows on the table and his hands cupping his face.

“Good morning, Munson,” Dove blushed as she laid out his breakfast in front of him.

Eddie intently watched as she one by one placed a glass of orange juice, a plate of food, and fork down. She gently spun around the plate to the right orientation where he would see a face made out of two sunny side-up eggs and two strips of bacon. Lastly, she straightened the fork next to the plate so it would be perfectly vertical.

“Wow…” Eddie's mouth hung open.

“What is it? Do you not like the way the eggs are cooked? I can cook them scrambled too,” Dove’s brain felt as if it were scrambled asking that. 

“No, no, this looks amazing. I have never had food that looked this cute before. I almost feel terrible for doing this…” Eddie jokingly recoiled as he stabbed his fork through one of the eggs. “I’m so sorry for this, my little breakfast face dude,” he said to the piece of egg on his fork before taking his bite. “Mmmm. God, I missed real food so much. Thank you,”

Dove felt warm and happy seeing the joy in Eddie’s brown eyes. She found it odd that in that moment, Eddie wasn’t completely terrifying. He was sweet, even. She even felt bad for letting one bad encounter years ago shape the way she judged him today. She let out a quiet “Shit,” as she saw the time on the wall clock. Dove always hated her commute to work, but the last 12 hours of being around Eddie made her actually want to call out that day. Her brain felt like it was on the verge of an overload.

“I should um… I should get going. Are you going to be alright over here?” Dove pulled on her sleeves nervously.

“Oh yeah… I’ve been hiding from the world for quite a while, I promise I’m used to it by now,” Eddie said before taking a big sip of his orange juice. Dove gave a slight frown.

“Okay, well help yourself to anything in the kitchen if you get hungry later. I’ll be home around 6:30 with some dinner,” Dove grabbed her bag and coat that she had laid out next to the front door earlier that morning. She gave Eddie a smile and wave at the door before shutting it behind her.

When he heard the engine of Dove’s car start, Eddie thumped his hands on the left side of his chest to mimic his heartbeat. She was so sweet to him, it almost made him sick. He’s never been around anyone so hospitable. Eddie knew he was developing a slight crush on Dove quickly and it threw him into a spiral. He thought to himself that he had no chance of being with her but he wanted to be around her more time with her anyway. He needed to keep talking to her. There were too many details about her that captured his attention any time she was around. 

He loved the way her nose scrunched up when she was excited. He was fascinated by how she was so particular about the way certain things in her house were arranged. He melted thinking about how sweet she spoke to everyone around her without faking a single word. Most of all, he was impressed by how she was the first person he had met in a while that didn’t make him feel like an absolute freak. Eddie knew he was the one in danger but something told him that he needed to protect Dove. Something about her awoke a protective side of him that he never expected. He thought he would rather be bitten by a million more Demobats than watch her sparkle die out.

[proserpina-magnus]

☘️peter pettigrew

Hii! Like my other nsfw alphabets, this is a bit choppy and horribly edited. I hope you enjoy, mwah.

Peter Pettigrew Nsfw Alphabet

Reader: tried to make it nb as much as possible

Warning: pure smut and no editing.

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

Super sweet and gentle, definitely encourages you to take a nap and he'll bring you a snack or get you some water. He’ll rub your back and kiss your hot skin to cool you off. He definitely loves giving you praises and he’s spoil you rotten with his words.

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

He loves your hands, for some odd reason he just finds them so cute whenever you grip his hand for support as you climax or hold his cock.

His favourite body part on himself delphiers between days, but he’s usually very fond of his eyes. He’s very fortunate that he can look at you in such a lewd manner.

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

He usually always cums in a condom, but he loves cream pies. He, not so surprisingly, likes giving you oral for the exact reason he can taste you, he actually thinks he’s addicted to it.

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

He’s ashamed to admit, but once he was talking to James about a certain time when he fucked you in the library and James got a hard on. He swore he wouldn’t tell and it’ll be their secret, but he always felt guilty for sexualizing you like that.

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

He’s okay, he knew some of the terminology due to the other Marauders but with actual hands on experience; he had no idea. He felt a bit nervous during your first time but he didn’t need much help, he’d just pay attention to your reactions and get a clear view of what you’d like and focus on that.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes when you ride him, he likes to hold your hips and just let you use him for your heart's desire. If he had to choose another, doggy would be his favourite.

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

Peter doesn’t know he’s being funny until you have to stop and laugh, he’ll be confused on what he’d say and get a goofy smile on his lips while watching you laugh. Sometimes just the first awkward start of sex and the small giggles feel better than the serious times, but Peter can be really gentle and intimate if he wanted to be.

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

He’s somewhat groomed, he doesn’t necessarily care for your hair down there or his own. It’s a bit darker than his head hair, but he trims it sometimes just to keep it neat.

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

Lots of neck kisses, he needs to constant “I love you’s” during sex even if it’s rough. He’s actually pretty gentle during some moments and cares about your pleasure over his.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He actually never liked it, he likes your mouth a lot more even if it was just for cock warming. He’d enjoy your hands better than his, but he also has a somewhat size kink and seeing your much smaller hands take his cock please him a lot more.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

There isn’t necessarily a set number of kinks, he’d love to try anything that isn’t too “weird” as he would call it. He never really likes to stick to one kink, more like spreading them out depending on his mood. One day he’d want to tie you up and the other he’d let you do whatever you wanted. He adores pillow prince(ss) though.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere, he’d fuck you in honey dukes, the three break sticks, closets, near the black lake, behind trees and bushes, his bed, your bed, his friends bed, shower, desks, professors desks, anywhere anytime.

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

Feminine clothing, something about it makes his head spin and he just loves fucking you in dresses. He also has a clothes kink, he’d love to fuck you in his clothes. Don’t even get him started on if you ever decide to wear sexual clothing, it’ll drive him crazy.

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

Major dom and sub roles (like day to day life style) feels him out, he can’t distribute or give out rules, he doesn’t like that type of control over someone or giving someone that control of him. He likes some parts of d/s and he’d definitely be comfortable with some aspects, but not full on life changing.

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

He prefers receiving oral sometimes, but he doesn’t expect it everytime. He loves giving, since he feels like it’s the only thing he’s good at. He’ll run his tongue and suck your sensitive flesh until he’s satisfied, giving you oral is more of a pleasure for himself.

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

Peter’s sex is soft yet rough, sometimes he just takes his time with dragging his cock deep inside of you and pulling it out. Others he just likes to bend you over and fuck you till your dumb. Sometimes he lacks compassion for how you’d take his cock, yet after he’s careful to check you over and soothe out any aches.

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

Only thing he looks forward to on school days. He’s already emotionally tired but getting a good fuck in a empty classroom or a bathroom stall always helps him get through the day, especially if you tell him you’d wait for him in his dorm later that night.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

It depends what the risk is, Peter likes to fuck you all over the place if he can. He definitely been given warnings by prefects way to many times.James and Sirius always say his animagi should be a bunny with all the fucking they catch you guys doing. Greatest risk he ever took was fucking you during a quidditch game behind the bleachers.

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

He can go for a couple of rounds, depending if it’s just oral or penetration. He can spend hours just focusing on you, exploring your body and roping out orgasm after orgasm.

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

He definitely likes using a vibrator, dildos aren’t really his thing. He does have a few anal plugs, but he doesn’t use them as much as he would like too. He usually uses them for your pleasure, but he wouldn’t be opposed to having a cock ring on.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s actually a huge tease, he likes to place his hand on your thigh during class and just mindlessly rub his thumb right near your goods. He gives a dumb look like he doesn’t know what he’s doing, but his smirk whenever he catches your heavy breaths are apparent he knows exactly what he’s doing.

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

The whimpers are the best part, he rarely moans, just mumble’s of “oh fuck” and heavy breaths. Especially the early morning sex, because his sensitivity is heightened and he’s just making gurgled whined and deep groans.

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

Honestly, he’d probably want to fuck you infront of his friends. Especially the days when they flirt or tease you, he’d just get this immediate thought to show them that he isn’t sharing you.

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

I’d estimate a good 7-9 inches, the exact number isn’t known but all I can say is the girth is the best part.

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

It’s in and out, most months it’s normal for a teenage boy but other months he can go days without it, sometimes even weeks. But on the months he’s active, sex is a pretty regular thing everyday to day.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Peter is nocturnal, so it rarely depends on what time of day you guys had sex. If it’s on the weekends during midday, he probably will take a nap until dinner. If it’s in the morning… I don’t even think he could stay awake long enough to finish. But late at night it’s a whole new thing, he would probably cuddle you for a few moments until he knew you were asleep and work on his assignments and homework.

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[eddienbird]

Part 9 - Good Morning

Eddie & Bird [photo] Part 10

Eddie woke up the next morning when he finally got tired of the sun rays leaking through the blinds and irritating his eyes. He rubbed them to finally get relief and stretched out his arms as he sat up. The aroma of eggs and bacon trailed from the kitchen just a few feet away from him.

There Dove stood, her back facing Eddie, gently flipping an egg on the stove. She had already gotten dressed for the day: a white, frilly blouse peaked out of a lavender blazer, paired with a matching pencil skirt. Her hair was slicked back into a straight ponytail that allowed her gold, oval earrings to highlight her face. Eddie admired how much Dove loved wearing pops of color and the way styled her hair to look good with her accessories. He found it a bit odd considering his style consisted of dark shades of red and black, and his favorite rings were a mashup of jewelry he had stolen during various drug deals. Eddie allowed himself to think about if they were seen together around school, how the contrast of their looks would be catching the eyes of all of his classmates. Something told him that she wouldn’t even mind the attention, she would still proudly hold his hand and flash him big smiles when catching each other in the halls. Eddie felt blood rush to his cheeks and he rubbed his face to stop the tingling sensation.

Dove had her home phone pinched between her cheek and shoulder as she spoke to Robin on the other line.

“Yeah, Rob, I’m telling you everything’s fine. Munson’s still sleeping on the couch, I promise to call later with updates,” Dove tried to sound as calm and collected as possible.

“Thank you so much, Bird. I promise I’ll do anything you want to pay you back. I’ll give you my entire next paycheck if you want. I’m still working at Family Video so it’s like not a ton of money, but I’ll add a couple VHS’ if you want,” Robin apologetically rambled.

“That’s so not necessary, Rob. Please keep your money. I just want to show you that I’m here for you,” she giggled.

“Funny you should say that, Birdy…”

“What is it now?” Dove’s tone shifted to sound unenthusiastic.

“I had another small favor. I was wondering if you’d want to come have dinner with me, Mom and Dad? Like maybe Saturday night? They haven’t seen you in forever and I think it’d be good to see them,” Robin’s voice got higher in octave as she feared how Dove would react.

“I uh, I would, but aren’t I supposed to be keeping an eye on Eddie?” Dove stuttered, her anxiety was clear with every word.

“Steve and Dustin offered to come work the night shift for you,”

“I NEVER SAID THAT!” Steve’s scream was heard in the background.

“Okay, okay fine. But only for a couple hours. I want at least a little bit of my weekend to relax,” Dove caved. 

“Are you sure it isn’t so you can have some more time with your new roommate?” Robin teased.

“Alrighty then, I’m gonna go now. I need to get ready for work. Byyyyyeee Rob!“ Dove could practically hear her sister’s smirk through the phone before she hung up the line.

“Good morning, Sunshine,” Eddie’s rough, low voice contrasted his peppy greeting. He climbed onto a stool to sit at the kitchen counter, elbows on the table and his hands cupping his face.

“Good morning, Munson,” Dove blushed as she laid out his breakfast in front of him.

Eddie intently watched as she one by one placed a glass of orange juice, a plate of food, and fork down. She gently spun around the plate to the right orientation where he would see a face made out of two sunny side-up eggs and two strips of bacon. Lastly, she straightened the fork next to the plate so it would be perfectly vertical.

“Wow…” Eddie's mouth hung open.

“What is it? Do you not like the way the eggs are cooked? I can cook them scrambled too,” Dove’s brain felt as if it were scrambled asking that. 

“No, no, this looks amazing. I have never had food that looked this cute before. I almost feel terrible for doing this…” Eddie jokingly recoiled as he stabbed his fork through one of the eggs. “I’m so sorry for this, my little breakfast face dude,” he said to the piece of egg on his fork before taking his bite. “Mmmm. God, I missed real food so much. Thank you,”

Dove felt warm and happy seeing the joy in Eddie’s brown eyes. She found it odd that in that moment, Eddie wasn’t completely terrifying. He was sweet, even. She even felt bad for letting one bad encounter years ago shape the way she judged him today. She let out a quiet “Shit,” as she saw the time on the wall clock. Dove always hated her commute to work, but the last 12 hours of being around Eddie made her actually want to call out that day. Her brain felt like it was on the verge of an overload.

“I should um… I should get going. Are you going to be alright over here?” Dove pulled on her sleeves nervously.

“Oh yeah… I’ve been hiding from the world for quite a while, I promise I’m used to it by now,” Eddie said before taking a big sip of his orange juice. Dove gave a slight frown.

“Okay, well help yourself to anything in the kitchen if you get hungry later. I’ll be home around 6:30 with some dinner,” Dove grabbed her bag and coat that she had laid out next to the front door earlier that morning. She gave Eddie a smile and wave at the door before shutting it behind her.

When he heard the engine of Dove’s car start, Eddie thumped his hands on the left side of his chest to mimic his heartbeat. She was so sweet to him, it almost made him sick. He’s never been around anyone so hospitable. Eddie knew he was developing a slight crush on Dove quickly and it threw him into a spiral. He thought to himself that he had no chance of being with her but he wanted to be around her more time with her anyway. He needed to keep talking to her. There were too many details about her that captured his attention any time she was around. 

He loved the way her nose scrunched up when she was excited. He was fascinated by how she was so particular about the way certain things in her house were arranged. He melted thinking about how sweet she spoke to everyone around her without faking a single word. Most of all, he was impressed by how she was the first person he had met in a while that didn’t make him feel like an absolute freak. Eddie knew he was the one in danger but something told him that he needed to protect Dove. Something about her awoke a protective side of him that he never expected. He thought he would rather be bitten by a million more Demobats than watch her sparkle die out.

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If I Fell For You (Part 14) - Keep Close

Summary: The Ackles have the Padalecki’s over for dinner and let it slip that they’re engaged. Things seem to be going well but the anniversary of the accident is coming up and the reader comes up with the Ackles taking their first vacation together as a means of distracting Jensen as well reconnecting with Ray...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 4,800ish

Warnings: language, mention of sex, mention of a dead parent/spouse, anxiety

A/N: Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

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“I’m stuffed,” said Jensen that night, the kids running around playing soccer in the yard after dinner. 

“I need that chicken recipe,” said Jared.

“I’ll write it down for you guys,” you said, sitting back in your chair. “You can do it with breast too if you like that better.”

“I want exactly this like, everyday from now on,” said Jared. Gen rolled her eyes and Jensen pulled out his phone. “Want me to take a pic?”

“I don’t need your freakishly long arms just yet,” chuckled Jensen. He turned around and took one of the four of you at the table before handing off his phone. “Mind getting one of us?”

“Your mom harassing you for engagement photos already?” asked Gen.

“By the time we were leaving they were both asking for photos and being obnoxious. Better than they were though,” said Jensen, smiling beside you. Jared took a few more and handed the phone back. 

“I still can’t believe your parents would act like that,” said Gen. “I mean obviously I’m super happy it got fixed but that’s so unlike them.”

“They made a mistake is all,” you said with a smile. “I don’t know about you guys but I’m going to finish this beer in the pool.”

“I think I’ll join you,” said Jared. He stood up and had a look on his face you caught too late. Before you knew it he had you picked up and was jogging over to the deep end and jumping in with you.

“Jared!” you said when you popped up. He giggled and swam off to the shallow end. “After I helped pick up the plates ya big lug.”

“We got it,” said Jensen, carrying over two beer cans and handing them to you. “We’ll join you guys in a few.”

About ten minutes later Jensen was leaning against the side of the pool in his bright red swim trunks, handing you the other half of his cookie cake piece.

“So any big plans for the wedding?” asked Jared, sat on the pool steps with Gen.

“I have a thought,” you said, turning to Jensen. “I haven’t discussed it with Jensen yet.”

“Vegas. Shotgun wedding,” he laughed. You shook your head and he grinned. “You’re thinking the farm, aren’t you.”

“What do you think? It could be outdoor or indoor, whatever it needs to be depending on the weather.”

“I’d love that,” he said, giving you a squeeze. “That’d be perfect for us.”

“You own a farm?” asked Jared. 

“Yeah, ten minutes from the brewery.”

“Dudes. You can open bar with your own beer. Oh and dibs on being a groomsmen.”

“Like that wasn’t gonna happen,” said Jensen.

“I don’t know on that,” you said. Jared’s face fell and you shook your head. “Sorry. I didn’t mean that you wouldn’t be one. Of course you would. I just don’t have a lot of close girlfriends. I think it’d be weird if Jensen had a ton and…”

“I don’t think it’s weird,” said Gen. “We didn’t have an even number at our wedding.”

“We got time to figure that stuff out,” said Jensen, holding your waist. You finished the last bite of cookie and hummed. 

“So you two having a kid?” asked Jared. Gen whacked his chest and he shrugged.

“Jesus, Jare. Don’t ask that.”

“They’re our best friends and godparents to our children...although I guess Y/N didn’t know that she inherited that until now but come on, I know you’re wondering too.”

“Shut up,” said Gen, crossing her arms. “Obviously if they decide, they’ll tell us when it happens.”

“Yeah, I think there’ll be at least one,” you laughed. Gen lit up and turned to Jared.

“Last time they said they were having a baby guess what we did? I can’t handle no more babies,” said Jared.

“Can you even get that thing up anymore?” teased Jensen, sipping on his beer.

“You’re one to talk, old man.”

“That shit still works just fine.”

“Just fine?” shot back Jared.

“Oh my God. You’re both good at sex. Y/N be grateful you’ve missed this same conversation over and over for the past sixteen odd years,” said Gen. 

“I’m still taller,” said Jared with a smirk.

“I can last longer,” said Jensen with one of his own. They narrowed their eyes at one another and Jared stood up.

“Go wrestle on the grass,” groaned Gen. They both huffed and got out of the pool before starting to playfully wrestle. “See, what you may not realize yet is you have another child right there.”

“Yeah but he’s hot,” you said, Gen laughing while you sat beside her. “Do you guys really talk about sex with each other?”

“Yes and no. The boys are you know, boys. They’d combust if they didn’t tease each other. I wouldn’t say there’s like, intimate details or anything ever shared. They’re both pretty private about that sort of thing. Dee and I would talk but more so say we had fun the night before. Shit we probably talked about sex toys more than anything.”

You stopped mid sip of your beer and she laughed.

“When your guy is thousands of miles away for that long out of the year, you gotta get off on your own. You get pretty good at phone sex too. You’re lucky. Jensen won’t be staying away so long ever again he said.”

“No, no. But uh...before Jensen I’d had the same boyfriend forever and he was as vanilla as could be. We didn’t do that stuff really together.”

“I can text you some links to stuff. It’s not like you have to go in some scary store or anything. It’s discrete and I think a small vibe would be great to start with. You can use it during sex or foreplay or whatever. Just you know, have fun.”

“Jensen and I kinda got busted by the cops a week or so back for...activities in the backseat,” you said. She started to laugh and you groaned. “Thankfully it was his friend that caught us so he let us off the hook but...it was kinda fun.”

“Good,” she said, sighing as Jensen pinned Jared down. “Hey so yeah about that wedding thing. Jared had two more groomsmen than I had girls. It doesn’t have to be matchy, matchy, you know?”

“I know. I don’t know if…” you trailed off. “I lost my friend group when I broke it off with my last boyfriend. We’d been together for over ten years and I kept turning down his proposals and they didn’t like that. I have some nanny friends but not a lot and no one I’m really close to. I don’t know if I’d even get more than five people to come for me. Everyone else is his family and friends and I didn’t think about that until just now. I mean what would they think, seeing that? I don’t know if I even want anyone there now.”

“I think what they’d see is someone they care about marrying someone he loves. Just because we’re Jensen’s friends doesn’t mean we’re not your friends too. I know we’re still getting to know each other but we’ll be as close as those two eventually. Ruthie was texting me and we’re having a girls night the next convention in Dallas. You literally have a built in crew ready to go from the show, the girls and the guys. You are so coming with me to the next night I have with my local girlfriends and you got our family. You even got Dee’s parents. You have more than you know, sweetie.”

“I never had a best friend growing up except for my mom. Until Jensen,” you said. “I’ve never really been good at the friend thing.”

“Were you bullied in school?” she asked quietly.

“Don’t tell anyone besides Jared but my dad wasn’t a good person. He hurt me and so I was afraid of getting in trouble so I didn’t talk to other kids all that much until I got old enough to understand what he was doing was wrong and that’s how I ended up being adopted.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Can’t do anything about it now. But I can have it not control my life too. I’ve been pretty good since I was nine in that department. My mom dying sucked and things have been up and down but I like where I am now. This is easily the happiest I’ve ever been in my life.”

“Jens’s not perfect.”

“I know. But he’s good enough. He gave me a certain confidence to live my life, like really live it.”

“He’s alright,” she smiled. “You know I have an idea about this bridesmaids thing you might like.”

“You?”

“Oh I would for sure but I meant more so I know two little girls that wouldn’t mind. Maybe there’s a boy too,” she said.

“I’m gonna need you to be my wedding planner at this rate,” you said.

“Job accepted,” she said. “I say we go farmhouse modern style.”

“Gen. I got engaged like two weeks ago. We have time,” you said. “We don’t even have a date.”

“At the very least can we go dress shopping?” she asked.

“I’m going to regret this,” you sighed as Jensen stepped back in the water.

“Get yourself a stronger man, Padalecki. That one is weak,” he said. Jared followed him right after and went to tackle him when Gen caught his arm.

“Boys, not in the water,” she said.

“Chicken?” asked Jensen.

“Losers pick up the tab for when we go out this weekend for dinner. Deal?” asked Jared.

“Well in that case, you’re on.”

Two Weeks Later

“Jensen,” you said, carding your fingers through his hair while he absentmindedly burnt some eggs. “You okay babe?”

“Yeah. We ought to pack up the kids, get on the road soon if we’re gonna hit the beach.”

“I’m gonna drive, okay?” you asked. He nodded and you got out the eggs again, making up a new batch. “Do you want to talk to Ray?”

“Why?” he asked quietly, leaning back against the counter.

“Anniversaries of traumatic events can be triggering,” you said. “My mom died two days ago. Well, you know what I mean.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked.

“Because it doesn’t trigger me anymore. But it did and this is the first time...the first one is the roughest.”

“Yeah,” he said. “I ought to talk to him.”

“Eat your breakfast. I’ll give him a call and get the kids ready while you guys talk, okay?” you said.

“Thank you,” he said. You kissed his cheek and hugged him before you went upstairs for your phone. It rang a few times but Ray finally answered, noise in the background.

“Y/N. Everything alright?” he asked.

“Hey. Yeah. We’re...we’re pretty good. Today’s the first anniversary of Jensen’s-”

“Ah. I understand.”

“Listen, I know it’s a Sunday and you don’t work the weekends but would you mind talking to him for a few minutes? We’re going down to Galveston for the week in a bit but he’s off this morning.”

“I’d talk to him even if he wasn’t your fiance but especially because of that. You know we’re actually down here ourselves for a few days. Just got down yesterday. If you guys are around...maybe we could get together for that swim.”

“I’d like that. You okay?” you asked.

“I always get a little down on the day but Sarah understands. You understand.”

“Yeah. I’m gonna put Jensen on and um, maybe we can meet at Arillo’s for dinner?”

“We got a reservation there ourselves tonight. How many in your crew? Five? I’ll call and ask for an update.”

“Yeah there’s five of us. Um, Ray?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry for being so horrible as a teenager after mom. You loved her as much as I did.”

“Thank you but you don’t have to apologize for that. You got too much pain in your life. I’m glad you found the good stuff too.”

“Are Geroge and Taylor there?” you asked.

“Yeah kids are here. Taylor’s got some internship but she does it online half the day and George is some research assistant thing for one of his professors but same kinda deal. We leave them to work in the morning while Sarah and I have some fun. Want me to let them know you’re coming?”

“Probably a good idea. Not sure how they’ll react,” you said, Jensen poking his head into the bedroom. “Here’s Jensen.”

“Okay, sweetie. We’ll see you guys soon.”

You handed the phone to Jensen and finished up packing while he sat on the bed. You tried to leave him be but couldn’t help listening in.

“Yeah I’m anxious...I don’t want her to drive down today...you know why...I guess...probably...I don’t want to be freaking out for three hours in the car...because it’s today...I know...I know...so I have to suck it up...I don’t want to have a panic attack in the car with the kids...no I haven’t...I’m scared I will though...yeah...I understand...dude that sounds so stupid...that’s not medically anything...no I don’t have my doctorate...I don’t wanna ask her...I said I don’t want to, not that I wouldn’t...I know...I will...maybe I’ll try that too...yeah, Y/N said the first year is the roughest too...I’ll let her be in charge until we get down to the beach today. I think I’ll feel better after the car...yeah I kinda figured out what she was doing planning a trip on today of all days...I need it...really? Yeah, I’m looking forward to meeting up down there too...thanks Ray.”

You finished with your suitcase and had his open for him when he walked into the closet. He swallowed and handed your phone back.

“All good?” you asked.

“Ray thought it might be a good idea if I had something of yours with me on the way down, to keep on me since I’m...anxious this morning about being in a car.”

“Something of mine…” you said, looking at your side of the closet. “Why don’t you pack up and I’ll get you something before the road, okay?”

He nodded and twenty minutes and about three bathroom trips later the SUV was packed up. You hopped behind the wheel, Jensen tapping the arm rest from the passenger seat. 

“Here,” you said, reaching into your pocket, pulling out a bracelet. It was fabric, the kind made from craft string, white, rusty orange and a light tan color mixed together. 

“I’ve never seen this,” he said as he held it between his fingers.

“I got it on vacation with mom and Ray. Last one we went on,” you said, tying it around his wrist. “You have it.”

He stared at you as you turned the engine on, watching you backout. 

“This is too important for me to take,” he said quietly.

“It’s fabric. I want you to have it, okay?” you said, pulling onto the street and closing the gate. He nodded and you turned the radio on low. “Coffee run?”

“Yeah. Coffee sounds good right about now.”

You were only about fifteen or so minutes away from the beach house you’d rented. The kids were either taking naps in the backseats or watching a movie on the ipad. You risked a glance at Jensen, his fingers absently toying with the bracelet while he looked out the window, the radio on low. 

“How you doing big guy?” you asked as you pulled off to the exit ramp. 

“Pretty good now,” he said softly. 

“Mind navigating for me?” you asked. He hummed and picked up your phone from where it sat in the console the past few hours. About twenty minutes or so you were stretching outside of the car, Jensen opening the front door of the house with the code you’d been given. The kids climbed out and were good about each taking their own backpacks while you and Jensen gathered up the rest. 

“Come here,” he said, leaving the bags by his feet and kissing you against the side of the car. You grinned and he picked you up in a big squeezing hug. “I love you.”

“I know,” you said. He set you down and kissed you again. “You seem like yourself again.”

“I needed that push, get over that fear. But now, I can enjoy my day with my girl and my kiddos and apparently we are having dinner with Ray and his family tonight?” he asked.

“If that’s alright,” you said.

“One hundred percent,” he said, Arrow jumping up and down nearby. “Honey, go use the bathroom in the house if you have to go.”

“No I’m excited!” she said. “Can we go play on the beach? Pretty please?”

“Hm, give daddy fifteen minutes and then we can go?” he asked. She turned to you and grinned.

“We’ll go really soon sweetie. I promise.”

“Hey guys,” said Jensen an hour later, the five of you down on the beach and mostly watching them build a sandcastle together. “Y/N and I want to tell you something.”

“Is it that you guys are getting married?” asked JJ, patting some sand with her shovel. You glanced at Jensen and he shrugged. “You were talking to Aunt Gen and Uncle Jared about it last night, right?”

“Well, yes we were,” said Jensen. “I suppose we were a little louder than we thought. But yes, Y/N and I have decided to get married. We’re not sure when exactly but in the next year I can say.”

“So we have a mom again?” asked Arrow, fixing her corner of the castle that kept caving in.

“Well you guys are kinda lucky. You’ll get two moms,” he said. “How’s that sound?”

“We missed mom’s day,” she said with a sigh. “Right?”

“We’ll catch it next year, promise,” said Jensen. “Do you guys have any questions or anything you want to say?”

“Do we call you mom now?” asked JJ. 

“You guys call me whatever you want,” you said.

“Can we call you mom?” she asked. You nodded and she went back to playing in the sand. 

“Anything else guys?” asked Jensen.

“Can I get a giraffe?” asked Zeppelin while he figured out how much water to add to the sand to get it to stick together.

“No sweetie. They wouldn’t fit at our house,” said Jensen. 

“Darn it,” he said.

“I can tell you’re all so invested in this topic,” chuckled Jensen.

“Oh! Can my flower girl dress be purple?” asked JJ. 

“Your dress can be whatever color you want it to be,” you said.

“Awesome,” she said. “Or black and purple. With lightning stripes.”

“Ah, I knew the classic rock would finally pay off,” said Jensen.

“Maybe Daddy’s suit can be black and white stripes, like a tiger,” you said.

“Like a White Snake music video more like it,” he laughed. “We’ll figure all that stuff out. We wanted to make sure you guys knew was all and if you have any questions or were nervous or anything you know you can ask either one of us.”

“Mom makes you happy again. Of course you gotta marry her!” said Arrow. “Oh and get her a pony. Girls like that.”

“Would you care for a pony, sweetheart?” asked Jensen as he shook his head. 

“Are we talking mustang kind of pony?” you asked.

“That’s my girl,” he said, wrapping an arm over your shoulders, kissing your cheek. “Let dad get a picture of you guys. We’re on vacation after all.”

Five Hours Later

“Jensen,” you said, changing into a light summer top and a pair of denim shorts after your shower. He was standing by his suitcase undressed, trailing his finger over his scar. “Honey?”

“A year ago was the worst day of my life and today was a really great one. I get to meet Ray more and even Sarah and the kids who all sound great and...I’m really happy I’m still here to see all this.”

“Me too,” you said, wrapping your arms around him. “Wear your red underwear.”

“Is that a request?”

“I like how you look when you take it off,” you said, gently smacking his ass as you went to go fix your hair.

“I am so grateful I found you,” he said to himself. You smiled and brushed your teeth quickly before checking yourself over and taking a selfie. You sat up on the counter and opened instagram, still silently grateful you’d always had it on private. There was nothing bad on it but Jensen and Jared had tagged you before and all of the comments always seemed to be negative.

“How do I look?” asked Jensen, walking in wearing a short sleeve navy button down and his red underwear.

“So sexy,” you giggled, Jensen digging through his other bag and finding his khaki shorts. 

“Can I get away with sneakers and a backwards baseball cap at this restaurant?” he asked.

“Totally. We always eat outside. It’s near the pier,” you said, putting up your post.

“Taking more pictures I can show off of you again?” he asked, grabbing your brush and getting some control of his damp hair back.

“Nobody even sees my instagram hardly,” you said.

“You know the internet knows we’re dating, right.”

“I’m pretty sure your fans still aren’t okay with that fact, even if they know.”

“Oh you’re mistaking the nutjobs for actual fans. The real ones, those guys are cool and nice. I actually got a lot of care packages and things from them last year. Still do. They really are good people. Those other ones that leave nasty comments? Fuck them. That shit don’t bother me anymore.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying family and friends know. Can I show off the woman I love to the world?” You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him in front of you, his head cocking. 

“Yeah,” you said. “Better late than never.”

“Okay,” he said. “For now though, I’m looking forward to this dinner.”

“I hope it goes well. It’s George and Taylor I’m more worried about. They were kids when I decided to stop coming around. I only knew them maybe two years, if even that. I know they were upset.”

“Give them some credit. Ray raised them too after all.”

“I’m all set!” said Zeppelin, walking into the bathroom with his paw patrol shirt and nothing else on.

“At least I was gonna wear underwear,” chuckled Jensen. “Little dude. Get some undies on and shorts in the next two minutes or else…” he trailed off as he came in and hugged Jensen’s leg. 

“I love you, daddy,” he said.

“I love you.”

“Can we get a giraffe now?” he asked. Jensen rolled his eyes and you released him.

“Let’s go finish getting you dressed, buddy.”

“So you guys were Sarah’s fosters?” asked Jensen towards the end of dinner, all three kids passed out asleep in the stroller or on the bench besides you while you picked at your shared dessert. Neither George or Taylor had said much aside from introducing themselves. 

“Guys,” said Ray, nudging Taylor. “I’m sorry for our children’s rudeness. I was afraid of this.”

“Shut up,” they both said, Sarah sighing.

“The kids were both big fans of Supernatural. They grew up watching it with me. It was something we bonded over at first in fact,” she said. 

“Oh,” said Jensen, a smirk forming on his face. “Sam or Dean girls? George come on buddy, it’s okay.”

“This isn’t happening,” said Taylor, her eyes squeezed shut.

“So you guys don’t want to hear about the movie, gotcha,” he said, both of them snapping their heads up.

“He really is a dork,” you said. 

“Movie?” asked George.

“Someday. You can count on it,” said Jensen. “Maybe I’ll go easy on you guys and ask what mom was?”

“You boys are a little young for my tastes but honestly the guy who played John was very attractive,” she said.

“Even I’d hit that,” said Ray, Sarah laughing to herself.

“You can see Ray wins his ladies over with his charm,” you said, glancing at Taylor and George. “Like you guys could literally ask anything you ever wanted about the show and get an unfiltered answer if you want.”

“Did you really keep the car?” asked George. Jensen nodded and held up his finger.

“When we’re back in town, you guys come over and you can take a spin in it,” he said.

“Okay, he’s cool with me,” said George. You cocked your head and he smiled. “That was the car from the show I always told you about.”

“Oh. I thought you were talking about batman or something,” you said, pursing your lips. “Sorry I wasn’t…”

“You always sucked at pretending to be happy,” said Taylor. You looked down and nodded. “We get it. You had to do your own thing.”

“Don’t hate me for leaving?”

“Maybe when we were little,” she said. “But we’re older and we get that you probably felt like a fifth wheel.”

“Yeah. A lot really,” you said. “It worked out though.”

“She’s a Dean girl by the way,” said Ray, cracking up as Taylor whacked his arm.

“Dad! Oh my God no I’m not! I like Sam!” she said.

“Want to talk to him?” grinned Jensen. Her face went red and you heard a quiet chuckle at the table. “You’re right, we’ll save that for in person.”

“You basically are marrying Dean Winchester without like, the trauma,” she said. Jensen tensed up but kept a smile on his face. You knew Ray caught it when he gave him a simple nod.

“Trauma’s not inherently bad,” said Ray. “Everyone at this table has gone through some.”

“I know, dad,” she said quietly. She looked at George and he nodded. “Our parents were in a house fire. So were we. I was five and Georgie was four.”

“She carried him out and went next door for help,” you said.

“I was in a car accident last year,” said Jensen. You turned your head. It wasn’t public knowledge that he was in the car. He’d flat out told you that aside from family and a few friends, no one besides you knew. “I almost died. My wife did but for other reasons. You can still have trauma and a really good life.”

“Very good point, Jensen,” said Ray. “You two rugrats wouldn’t be around if mom and I had moped around in our misery forever.”

“Was he always such a sap?” asked George.

“From the day I met him,” you said, Jensen grabbing your hand under the table. “Would you mind watching the kids for a second?”

“Not at all,” he said. You excused yourself and brought Jensen along with you, walking out to the beach area, the breeze cool but light.

“You alright?”

“Yeah. I can talk about it now. I went from having the worst year of my life to one of the best. Nothing bad’s gonna happen for saying what really happened. I want to let all that shit go and have the rest of that really good life I was talking about.”

“For someone who keeps a lot inside I sure have noticed a difference in you the past few weeks.”

“To quote both of the loves of my life, I gotta let that shit out more regularly,” he said. You smiled and wrapped your arms over his shoulders, giving him a kiss. 

“You know that’s what we call growth, babe.”

“I very easily could have gone the opposite way this year.”

“But you didn’t, cause you tried even though it sucks sometimes. I love you but I extra love happy you and you’re definitely a happier guy now than when I met you.”

“So are you, honey,” he said. “Must make a pretty good team or something.”

“Oh yeah, maybe that’s it.”

“We should honestly get like, married or something, you know?” he teased.

“First I have to know though, are you willing to do cookie cake for a wedding cake?”

“I’m willing to make that sacrifice,” he said. “The real questions is, are you willing to deal with the eventual dad bod that will happen as a result?”

“I love this bod, but I don’t love you for this bod,” you said. 

“Thank you for today,” he said softly. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said. He grinned and kissed your cheek, hugging you tightly. “What are best friends for?”

“Everything?”

“Hell yeah they are Ackles.”

_______

A/N: Read Part 15 here!

[prettynxsty]

Spandex

Sub!J-Hope x Domme!Reader

Warnings: polishing (cock head play), power bottom-ish hoseok, hoseok has a pussy, risky semi-public sex, its not really a kink but cameltoe 🥴, impregnation kink, biting, mild sweat kink?, nipple play, nothing short of a creampie

Summary: We barely have a plot this time, reader and Hobi go to Jin’s barbecue and get terribly nasty in the bathroom.

AN: We have the appearance of ot7 in this fic. This was another product of my horrible imagination, enjoy. Sidenote, they’re not kissing each other on the mouth, it’s cheek to cheek as a greeting.

“Are you sure about this?” You peered over at him warily, glancing back at yourself in the mirror.

“Of course, we’re going to be the best dressed there.” Hoseok turns to you with a pointed look, ceasing the fussing over his hair. “Are you doubting my styling abilities?”

“Not at all, but..” You start but trail off in defeat, you knew exactly how stubborn he could be.

“The only person that’s going to be looking at your dick is me,” he turns back to the mirror to fuss over himself, “if that’s what you’re worried about.”

You threw your hands in the air, grabbing the pair of leggings off of the bed and will yourself to step into them. Sighing through your nose, you decide to tuck your dick into one of the legs instead of letting it rest in a nearly ridiculously sized bulge.

You absolutely loved the idea of wearing matching outfits to Jin’s barbecue, however you never would have guessed that your fiance would put you in such a predicament. Instead of leggings, he wore an irreverent pair of biker shorts that were cut higher than what could have been legally allowed.

You scratch at your bicep for a brief second before grabbing your button up off of the bed. You slip it over your arms, folding the collar down before working the buttons from the bottom to the top. You admire the graphic print as you grab two tails on the sides and twist them neatly before tucking them under the rest of the fabric. You take your time, pulling up the waist of the leggings and achieve the perfect tuck of your shirt.

In contrast, Hoseok’s top was cropped to flash a sliver of his belly and waist chain. He must have had the mind to subtly (loudly) outshine your friends, should any of them have decided to wear matching outfits with their own partners.

“Okay, how do I look babe?” His voice takes you out of your meticulous fretting, turning from the bathroom to where he stood in front of the dresser.

You step back into your house slippers, shuffling out to get a better look.

You remembered why summer had become a close second, if not first to your favorite season. His loose curls swish with life, breathing deep praline chestnut. His cologne smells fresh with a twist of sweet tang, like an ice cold lemonade that kisses you good afternoon during the hottest days.

His skin was halfway between his stunning butter pecan to his deeper toffee with a little rosy flush. He chews on his bottom lip with a cheeky smile, he loved when you got that look in your eye. Hoseok drops his arms and places his hands over the front of his waist, shimmying his shoulders and hips.

Seamless. Your eyes dip down to where his shorts began, coasting a hair above the middle of his thigh. The crotch of his shorts hug his slim little mound and dip in touch, showing exactly where his pussy lips split apart. His inner thighs stretch and sway with each little happy swing of his hips.

“What do you think? What do you think?” He squeals, turning to the side and glancing at himself in the mirror. Your heart beats a little harder for a moment, reminding you that it’s still there. His ass bounces just slightly under the give of the spandex, curving gorgeously from the small of his back.

“I like it a lot, and I can really move in it!” He turns his back to you, arching slightly and spreading his feet before bouncing his ass.

“Keep playing and we won’t make it to Jin’s barbecue.” You wag a finger at him, turning back toward the mirror in the bathroom.

“You know, we could do it right now.” His lips lift into a smile, eyes shimmering with thought unholy. You knew then that you were in for it, you just didn’t know when.

“Not a chance, Jin won’t ever let it go.”

_

You should’ve thought that the heat was disgusting, abhorrent. Although you couldn’t bring yourself to feel it, something about it was nostalgic.

The sun’s rays burned your skin in a way that made pleasant fuzzies creep into your chest. Your forehead is damp, but it doesn’t drip. The light outside was clearer, defining the world’s colors.

Sinewy, fibrous clouds spread and stretch over the expanse of blue overhead. The breeze is ever changing, gusts that warm you and gusts that cool you in concatenation.

Jin’s fence is built of high, wood stained cognac. He didn’t fix the pool for the season yet, everyone preferred to swim during the thick of temperature. You enter through the back, hailed with the warmth of friendship.

The first to approach you is Taehyung, the flush of his cheeks is of the sun’s kiss, not yet too many beers had. The can swishes in his hand as he wraps his arms around you, giving your back a firm pat before pressing his cheek to yours in a kiss.

You rub his back just before he pulls away and greets Hoseok just the same. Nearest to you is Yoongi, to which you slink up behind his chair and sling an arm over his shoulder. His fisherman’s hat brushes your ear as his warmer cheek presses against yours, greeting him.

Jimin’s sandals scrape over the concrete bricks as he approaches you, arms wide open with two damp bottles of ale in between his thumb and index finger. He eagerly receives your kiss in greeting, pressing the bottle into your palm before moving to show love to his old friend.

You enter the semicircle of chairs, kissing Namjoon from his chair before you are yanked into Jungkook’s embrace. Leaning on the tips of your toes, you kiss him and squirm with a noise of alarm.

“Sweaty?” He chuckles, squeezing you before stepping back.

“Ew, yes.” You catch on to his laughter, brows scrunching together.

“Wouldn’t be as bad if hyung cleaned his pool so we could swim.”

“So you could throw us all in one by one? I think I’m good.”

Jungkook runs his fingers through his damp hair, combing it back. “You’ll be alright, he’ll get it cleaned soon anyway.”

You shake your head, lovingly patting his shoulder before making your way toward the grill.

Jin stands back from the smoke, spatula in one hand and the other propped on his hip. His face is hard with concentration, breaking into something relaxed as you approach.

“This should have been a potluck, I’m already tired.” He wipes the sweat from his forehead over the back of his wrist, leaning down to receive your greeting.

_

Old friends, new friends, friends of friends, and friends of Jin slowly fill out the rest of the backyard, growing a sense of liveliness about you.

You eventually needed a break from the music, dropping yourself in a chair with a plastic cup full of something wild. Jin’s Juice, he liked to dub it. Something that opened the back of your brain and let loose the versions of yourself trapped under your skin, behind the glass of mirrors.

It really should’ve tasted like gasoline, this stuff. But he managed to make it taste like the past. Near an elixir, it was your tongue’s choice to decide what it was. Your tongue this time decided to open, you’re pleased with the mouth smacking tang of lemon, balanced with kisses of sugar and bubbles that sparkle over your tongue.

You pant, carefully pouring away the rest of the drink into a mouthful before tossing it toward the garbage can nearby.

Hoseok notices immediately that something is amiss, slipping his way through a thicket of dancing bodies, swinging, undulating limbs and parts. The pit of his stomach is warm and glowing with coconut rum. His giddy smile widens into a grin that bares his beautiful top row of chompers when he spots you.

He flounces over, dropping himself on your lap, slowly leaning his back against your chest. He turns his head, his lips clumsily passing over the folds of your ear.

“... thought you left.”

The tickling of his breath makes your stomach flutter, you’re not in a place to hide your feelings right now.

“Nah, it’s just hot.” You murmur against the nape of his neck.

He hums in reply, leaning forward and planting his hands on your knees to plant his feet properly. You lean your head back against the chair. You weren’t sure if it was on purpose or happened to be your luck, but Hoseok fully sat himself on your bulge, thighs spread over yours.

The music crawls up his toes like a current, rushing up his body. His shoulders sway back and forth, though it doesn’t take long for his hips to follow.

He glances dramatically over his shoulder at you, lips pouting and spreading around word after word in the current song. His lower back curves and swivels with each wicked grind forward. He spreads his thighs further apart, bouncing his ass over your bulge.

Your lips together, popping out around a single word. “Please.” Your voice is lost in the sound. Your hand molds under the thick of his ass, squeezing it.

He’s only fueled by the burn and yearn, tongue poking through his teeth. His chest bounces with a chuckle that could only be called satisfaction.

Your hand slips around the back of his thigh, dragging your fingertips over his stomach. The small links of his waist chain graze against your palm

A whisper from the back of your skull reminds you that the sun is still high and you must respect the decency of other eyes. He was beautiful, pulling you under, bewitched.

You swallow noisily, leaning forward and wrapping your arms around his waist to cease his grinding.

“Bathroom.”

His brows shoot up in surprise, stunned before he squirms in your arms as you shift to stand.

“What? Wait!” He pouts as you set him on his feet before straightening your legs.

You don’t rush, rather saunter away as casually as possible. Your cock throbs helplessly against your thigh as you push open the screen door and step into the chilly house before closing it behind you.

It felt eerily empty since nobody chose to enter unless they needed to get to the bathroom. You pass through the living room and round the couch, silently thanking Jin for having a bathroom downstairs.

You pull the door closed behind you, locking it before dumping yourself over the sink with a groan. You glance at yourself in the mirror, your lids hung low with the buzz floating through your body. You flick at the sink knob, running the water.

It wouldn’t be an instant fix as it went in the movies, but it’d provide you with enough focus to will away your hard on. Blankly you watch the tap run.

It didn’t take Hoseok long to set it in his thick skull that he was going to get it from you no matter what it took. He entered the house just as you shut the door behind you. He approaches the door, placing his hand over the handle. Locked.

He knew well enough that the lock on this door was weak. In fact, it played a role in a lot of pranks over the years.

He whirls around, jogging toward the kitchen. He knew Jin’s place like the back of his hand, just as they all knew each others. Third drawer to the left, it rolls open with ease. He grabs a butter knife and shuts away the rest.

By memory, he lodges the rounded tip into the strike, pushing back the latch bolt. The door welcomes him in silence as he carefully sets the knife on the vase on the floor. He slips through the crack, before pulling it closed.

You cup your hands under the running water, guiding it up and onto the lower half of your face. The click of the door makes your heart jump, snapping your head toward the door.

“You okay?” He wraps his arms around you from behind, his skin pushes heat through yours. You hadn’t realized how much you’d cooled down already.

“Why are you so hot?” You whined, splashing more water over your cheeks.

“Thank you~” he hummed and giggled as he pressed his forehead against the center of your back.

Although you were well aware he was a cup or can shy of drunk, he seemed to retain his fine motor skills anyway. He slips a hand under the waistband of your leggings, snatching up your softening dick.

You feel a tug in your gut without pause when he seals his grip around your heavy shaft. His fingers slip over the pliant flesh as he rolls your foreskin down with his thumb.

Your resolve is wavering.

He lifts his head, pressing a noisy, wet kiss over the grove connecting the back of your ear to your head. You press your lips together, huffing as a shiver crawls up to your shoulders. You knock the faucet closed with a damp fist, gripping the counter with your other hand.

His knuckles roll under the fabric of your leggings as he drags the head of your cock over the ridges of his palm.

“I’m so fucking wet right now, we can be quick.” He muttered into your ear, biting gently on your lobe before sucking it between his lips.

The tip of his index finger circled your frenulum before he presses down and scrubs his finger back and forth. Your toes curl with a groan that swells into a sweet moan.

“Ugh, I love it when I can hear you,” he releases your ear with a pop before moving to work his way down. He finds a place that seems tasty enough, laving his tongue over his before sealing his lips around it.

He slows his assault on your frenulum, wrapping his index and thumb around your glans, squeezing and jerking it.

Your teeth dig into your bottom lip with a growl, he washed away your manner of reason much too easily. Your mind cracks into fragments unseen, blown away by his breath.

You make an ugly choked noise, losing rhythm in your breath when wet squelching fills the air.

“God, yes.” He breathes, lifting his fingers to his mouth to smear some of your precum over his tongue before squeezing his fingers back around the head of your cock.

“You’re so fucking nasty.” Your voice was strained. He dug his teeth into the juncture of your neck and shoulder, tightening his hold on the head of your cock.

Your vision breaks and sparkles. There should have been dents in the counter from your grip. He drags the tip of his tongue around the rosying flesh surrounding your bite mark.

The tip of his nose traces up the column of your neck, meandering to the back. Your hair stands on end. There was something about that spot that made you lose control, and he loved to abuse it.

He presses an opened mouth kiss to the nape of your neck, suckling gently. You swallow noisily as his canines drag over it.

Thick, heavy expletives roll over your gums when he bites down. Only the noise of your heartbeats and blood rushing to your ears is apparent.

“God, take your fucking shorts off.”

The trembling growl in your timbre sends a bounty of blood rushing to his pussy, it felt like his thighs were sticking together. He places a sympathetic kiss over your dark bite mark, shuffling back to work his garment down.

He manages to get one leg out before you shove him against the light grey wall.

“Bet you’re so wet that it’d just go in.”

He whines, throwing his arms around your shoulders as you lift one of his thighs and prop it on your hip.

You grip your dick and swish the head in between his blood swollen folds.

“Look at how fucking red it got.” Your cock jumps in your hand as you give it a few pumps, pulling back your foreskin. You nudge the tip against his clit, licking your lips when he jerks his hips away with a squeal.

“Too much?” You sneer, returning to pumping the head in between his lips. You didn’t fail to catch each squeak when the head of your cock caught around the edge of his hole.

His fists curl around handfuls of your shirt as you press your way in.

“You gonna get me pregnant tonight? Mnh, I didn’t take my birth control this morning.” He keens, gently dropping his forehead against yours. It hardly took a brush of his lips against yours before you consumed his mouth in a filthy kiss.

You curl your tongue around his, sucking it into your mouth noisily. You grind your hips upward, fully settling your hips against his. His moan is muffled by your lips, tongue slipping over the backs of your gums.

You release him with a smack, licking up the traces of vanilla and coconut from the seam of your lips.

“Play with my tits,” he arches his back against the wall, pushing his chest toward you.

You shove a hand under his top, shoving the fabric out of your way with your wrist. He sings for you as your skin begins to thump against his with each thrust.

The pad of your thumb scrubs over the center of his nipple, squeezing a moan out of him.

“Fuck, you gonna give me a baby?” He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, throwing his head back with a cheeky smile when you rut in deeper.

His thighs are tingling, it felt so… otherworldly when you went in raw.

His brows knit together, his lips falling apart with a breathy moan. You clumsily shove his crop top further up his chest, leaning in and taking his nipple into your mouth with a wet suckle.

You occupy your free hand by moving it below. You push apart his outer lips with your fingers, gently sweeping your thumb over the head of his clit.

Hoseok immediately seizes up, squirming against you with a cry.

“Please!” He squealed, his inner thighs spasmed in such a way that his knees nearly buckled.

You roll the tip of his nipple between your teeth, scrubbing the tip of your tongue over it. You release it and kiss around the edges of his areola before treating his other nipple to the same.

“You gonna cum on this dick?” You murmur, digging the heel of your thumb over his little pink nub.

“Oh my god,” he hisses while tilting his hips. “Fuck me harder!”

You move toward his neck, nosing at his shoulder. The clapping of your skin rings in your ears.

Squelching, squirting, wet, disgusting. His breath catches in his throat before coming out as a delighted croon.

His cream spreads over your length and adds a slip that makes your thighs flex.

The beating of yours and his heart takes further residence in your ears. Too much.

Too much. Too much. Too much. Toomuchtoomuchtoomuchtoomuch.

You cum with a rattling groan that sets your limbs aglow, burning and tingling that you can’t get away from. You feel the comforting presence of his nails dragging circles over the canvas of your shoulder blades.

Your erratic breath follows his in canon, slowing to synchronicity as you remember all that surrounds you.

He meets you with a gooey smile, his kiss sets off warm white bursts in your head.

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

_

Jin sent a text to their group chat later, asking why there was a butter knife on the vase by the bathroom.

[michu-writes]

hello hey, i'm ray! i saw you had match ups for south park open so i wanted to try myself :DD

i usually don't care what pronouns people use but my favorite neos are vib/vibri. i've been described by people as quiet but i'm extremely outgoing with my friends and online. ironically, i have a resting bitch face, i also really like dressing up aesthetically :D my friends told me i'm like a chaotic mom/sibling lol

hopefully this is enough, thanks in advance :D

A/N: Hihi! I love your writing so much, I was so shocked when I saw you in my inbox LMAO

I ship you with...

Stan Marsh!

• Stan never minded your quietness. Due to that though, he never really paid attention to you that much until one of his friends mentioned you.

• You guys would start off as friends of course, and get closer and closer as time goes by. Both of you would start to develop a crush on each other too. He found it amusing how quiet you can be around others, yet pretty talkative and outgoing when you're with friends and such. He thinks it's really cute and ironic.

• I feel like Kyle would start to pick up 'le vibes' from both of you, and would definitely start asking questions. Kenny and Cartman would be a never ending tease for Stan, as Kyle is just around confused. He just wants to be there for his best pal. Anyhow, Kyle would probably encourage Stan to confess to you as soon as he realized he had a crush on you like;

Kyle: "Dude, you have to tell them!"

Stan: "It's too early."

Kyle: "Come on! You've known each other for over a year now."

Stan: "Yeah, and isn't that early for you?"

Kyle: "Ugh. Dude, if you wait longer, you'll eventually never get the chance to confess to them, and you'll regret it. Besides, I'm sure they feel the same way."

Stan: "I- Fine. I guess you're right."

• Kyle is the best wingman.

• Anyways, enough about him. Stan would tease you about your resting bitch face. I mean he finds it hilarious in a good way, let alone actually kinda hot, but he just can't help but tease you a bit.

• Stan absolutely loves your aesthetic, he thinks you look really cool. Sometimes he'd ask if you can maybe style his clothes for a day or something.

• He wouldn't stop you from doing anything chaotic, he lets you be most of the time and doesn't really care. But he will stop you from doing anything harmful though. He'd laugh at you sometimes, yet wear a slight serious look that says "please never do that again, I don't want you to get hurt"

• Also you'd be best friends with Kenny

[gureishi]

I'm the same anon who asked!

Could you talk about Saeran? It doesn't need to be detailed or NSFW, I'm good with anything, I just want to know more about your headcanons!

Hello again lovely anon! ♡

Oops aaaand once again (no surprise, I know): it’s long. I just wanna preface this one with a couple things:

1. There are quite a few Certified Saeran Simps on this site who truly know him much better than I do. Take whatever I say with a grain of salt—I’m no expert!

2. I’m also not an expert on DID! Which isn’t the focus of these HCs, but is obviously relevant. I read lots of books! About brains n stuff! But please never hesitate to tell me if I describe something poorly.

3. I wrote for the AS timeline here but if you want me to talk about SE Saeran or Unknown tell me and you know I will <3

Tw: discussion of childhood abuse, neglect, and subsequent trauma symptoms

Saeran’s body headcanons

A child who grows up the way Saeran did—kept indoors, often physically restrained, and sometimes starved—is not going to develop in a healthy way. There’s a reason why, even as an adult, Saeran is a full 2 cm shorter than his identical twin: he never gets the nutrition and exercise that kids need in order to grow.

We know that his mother uses his sickliness as an excuse to keep him indoors: but was he born sickly, or is he sick and weak because he’s been malnourished and kept from running or playing or interacting with other children? He breathes stale, dry air all day; he’s living on mostly white bread, and not always at regular intervals (plus whatever sweets his brother can steal for him from the outside world). He is not well.

Child Saeran never learns any sports or games. He doesn’t learn how to play with other children, or tie his shoes, or make himself a snack. Adult Saeran doesn’t know how to skip—you’ll have to teach him.

If the twins didn’t have each other, neither one of them would have survived.

And as we know, the neglect that Saeran endures worsens tenfold after Saeyoung leaves. Any glimpses he was getting of the outside world—sneaking out when their mother was unconscious, getting whatever snacks and books Saeyoung could gather for him at church—are cut off.

I’m not gonna tell you when the alters appear, because I am by no means an expert on DID. From studies I’ve read, I can say that typically alters become manifest after a “traumatic turning point” (which is not necessarily the “worst” trauma endured, but simply a particularly salient traumatic experience). It’s definitely possible that the alters emerge in late childhood, while he is still in the house with his mother.

When Saeran is taken from his mother’s home by Rika and V, he is (needless to say) not in good shape. He is painfully skinny, extremely malnourished, and very weak. He still has his red hair and golden eyes, but already he is looking less and less like his brother: his cheeks are hollow and his eyes are dull. 

There is a brief period of time, before his “cleansing” (Oh god. We’ll get there), where he is reasonably well cared for. For the first time in his life, he is eating meals—and he is getting to bathe regularly, and he is getting his hair cut and combed. He still believes, at this time, that he’ll be reunited with his brother. And he is going outside! He is learning how the grass feels between his toes and how the sky looks through clear eyes.

As we know: this doesn’t last.

The elixir is a truly horrifying combination of hallucinogenic substances. No human could consume this cocktail of drugs repeatedly and feel well: and Saeran is already physically weak, and severely underweight. The fact that he survives as long as he does under these conditions is a miracle.

We know that he is being tortured at this time, too: physically as well as emotionally. Saeran has scars, like his brother; while Saeyoung has lots and lots of tiny scars all over his body, Saeran has larger, more distinct scars: perhaps on his wrists, and his throat, and his ankles.

It is around this time that his eyes and hair change. The means by which this happens is incredibly vague in-game, and everyone’s individual HCs are valid. My personal belief is this: he dyes his own hair—first, in a frenzied, desperate attempt to stop seeing his brother looking back at him from the mirror. He keeps dying it because Rika approves: and he never does a good job, and it’s rough and fried, and that “pink” at the bottom? Just the red showing through his patchy dye job.

As for his eyes: I personally believe they change as a result of the elixir. If they were contacts, I don’t think that GE Saeran would necessarily still wear them—and in every timeline, he has those startling blue-green eyes.

The alters take care of the body in different ways.

Ray does not feed himself. He lives on caffeine pills and sweets (and, of course, the concoction of drugs that he’s being fed in increasingly large amounts). The body becomes even skinner when Ray is fronting. And he bites his nails and fingers—brutally, so they are chapped and cut and scarred. But Ray goes outside, and he works in the garden under the sun: his body is getting some form of exercise: and this is good for his lungs, and invigorates his weak, tired muscles.

Ray also takes care of his appearance—something Saeran never did before. He brushes and styles his hair; he dresses himself carefully in the clothes Rika has picked for him; he covers himself in beautiful scents so that he is more appealing to you.

When Suit is fronting, he wants to strip his body of anything that reminds him of Ray. So he styles his hair differently (but still: he is styling it), and he tries desperately to wash the scent of Ray off his skin. He doesn’t feed himself, either—but, if any of the alters are trying to become physically strong, it is Suit (of course). I’m certain that the Believers have a workout regime they’re supposed to be following; maybe Suit even does it (on his own, of course, in secret). He knows he needs to be able to protect himself—and he needs to feel powerful.

When you meet Ray, you don’t notice right away just how poorly he is doing. Rika has intentionally dressed him in a way that hides just how bony he is—and he wears those little gloves, of course, so you don’t see his ravaged fingers. But it doesn’t take long to catch on: he is so skinny you could almost blow him away, and there are dark shadows under his eyes, and he doesn’t sound like he’s taken a deep breath in years.

By the time you meet Suit, you already know the state their body is in: malnourished and weak. Ray cooked for you, but you wish you could cook for all of them; and even when Suit is starving you (in other words: reenacting the very abuse that was dealt to him in childhood), you wish you could wrap him in a big blanket and feed him a bowl of soup.

The Saeran that escapes Magenta with you—GE Saeran: the fusion of Ray and Suit (or a new alter, depending on what you believe)—has never made a single choice for himself in his whole life, until this moment. He never got to pick his own clothes, or what he would eat (if he ate at all), or how he would speak, or what he would do. Running away with you is the first real choice he has ever made—and no wonder this is pivotal and transformative for him.

The AE doesn’t portray the timeline of healing in a realistic way. After two weeks, we see GE Saeran so much healthier, both physically and mentally. And yes: two weeks of eating real food and sleeping in a bed make a difference: we see him with fuller cheeks and brighter eyes.

But what the game doesn’t address is the withdrawal he likely endures when he stops taking the elixir, which is full of substances that are both dangerous and addictive. It doesn’t address the time it takes to build up muscle mass, and get accustomed to healthy sleeping and eating habits, and to begin to heal from years and years of repeated trauma.

GE Saeran doesn’t heal right away, because healing doesn’t work that way. It’s not linear, or straightforward, or simple, or beautiful. It’s slow, and sometimes it’s painful.

But he does heal.

A Saeran who is in love with you is soft, and patient, and willing to put in the months and years (a lifetime!) of hard work to heal his body and his heart. You’ll get to watch as the dark circles under his eyes disappear, and his cheeks become less hollow, and his body grows stronger as he cooks (with you, and for you) and eats real meals and learns to run in the grass the way he never did before. He’ll make a garden, and you’ll get to see how he looks with sun on his face, his eyes clear as the sky as he gazes up at you—smiling.

You can show him how to moisturize his dry lips and cracked hands; you can help him pick out clothes he likes to wear; and you will learn how to support him when his memories haunt him.

And you can hold him: this beautiful, small, soft man, with his thin shoulders and scarred fingers. He’ll close his eyes and you’ll taste the sun on his skin as you kiss his eyelashes. He smells of earth and sky; he loves you with all the power of the universe.