#if you say pretty please I might even let you watch 😌😌

[themoonunderstoodmydadjokes]

Gonna go fuck myself silly now 😘😘😘

[so-much-for-the-seashells]

Movie Nights Headcanons With BF!Dean

✨ Dean Winchester x fellowhunter!Reader ✨

Minors! Get out of here! Please and thank you!

COOOOONTENT: definitely 18+ (a tiddly bit of spice) but very cute

A/N: reader’s supposed to be cis/fem BUUUT headcanons only mention “girl” a few times? I’m working on my spicy gender neutral skills I’ll get there I swear

Oh also!!! I made my own icons, super proud 😌

And please! Feel free to leave notes! They literally make my day!

Anyway, let’s get this party started!

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-movie nights at the bunker are few and far between, because, you know, hunting is exhausting

-however, when they do happen, they’re the best thing in the whole wide world

-let me explain

-once you started dating Dean and moved into the bunker, some changes had to be made

-you had gotten a cute sofa for the Dean cave, somewhere for the both of you to sit because all that had been in there before you moved in was two dingy chairs

-at first Dean had protested in the sofa saying that it was “too girly”

-but you know how dads are with the pet that they never wanted??

-that’s Dean and the sofa

-so once you guys get comfy with your favorite snacks and drinks, you snuggled up sitting crisscross in the corner

-he’ll lay with his head in your lap, letting his bow legs rest on the opposite arm rest.

-he really loves laying on your thighs. This can be taken as you want it to.

-they really are his favorite pillows

-they’re just so squishyyy

-anyway

-he loves when you play with his short hair. It’s really comforting to him, and he really enjoys it

-this may or may not come from his love of you pulling it when he’s being a munch

-rom coms are his guilty pleasure. He’s a sucker for Rambo and Top Gun. Also Back To The Future. Ofc he likes his horror movies too. Won’t make you watch anything you are uncomfortable with.

-might try to grumble when you pick, but if you give him some puppy dog eyes he’ll shut up real quick

-he’s sugar sweet when he’s sleepy. No more defenses or cool guy wit, just Dean saying a lot of I love yous and being the fluffiest biggest stuffed animal of a man

-tends to fall asleep in your lap

-if he doesn’t fall asleep he’s always chatting with you about literally whatever shows up in his pretty little head or talking to the movie

-“who fumbles reese witherspoon?” said with full indignation (about legally blonde)

-“I think my man Freddie is blind” (about Lainey in she’s all that)

-it’s super cute, especially if it’s after he’s grumbled about watching the movie he’s commenting about

-now (nsfw ahead)

-the thing is

-sometimes this dude wants to watch a movie, but he also wants a specific kind of snack

-yk, one that’s typically… white and sticky? And no I’m not talking about sticky rice

-so if you’re wearing only one of his shirts and your underwear

-and he’s in a mood

-uhhh let’s just say he really gets the munchies

-his legs’ll fall off of the sofa and magically his ass’ll land on top of them

-and oh em gee suddenly he’ll be eating that pussy like he didn’t just take down a whole bowl of popcorn

-and let me tell you, your hands aren’t ever gonna even bother leaving that hair, cause you’re gonna need to hooooold tight

-other times it’s a little different

-maybe you’re being needy while you both want to watch the movie

-so he’ll sit up, take down his pants just a little bit, move your underwear to the side and just sit you there. Keeping his cock nice and warm until the credits.

-cause you wouldn’t wanna be a bad girl (cue jojo siwa) and move on him!

-but sometimes you just can’t help it…

-so he’ll sigh heavily and pause the tv lethargically with great dramatics

-and then he’ll rail you within an inch of your life, as he does (has to make sure his girl is sated and then some 🖤 🎀)

-and hit play like nothing happened, keeping you sat right where you were

-honestly it’s a great time

-oh, also, blankets

-he loves blankets

-it’s his guilty pleasure, he buys them whenever he has some extra (stolen) cash and isn’t with his brother or Cas

-cause obviously they can’t know about his “girly” habits

-but he has so many. Some of them have flannel prints, there’s one with a bunch of Patrick Swayzes, one for every season, fluffy ones, scratchy ones, hand crocheted ones (major brownie points if you can somehow make him one)

-oh and back to snacks

-listen. You can tell him all about how much of a good idea it would be to eat healthy. Bring up all the stats and one of Sam’s famous guilt trips too.

-but all it takes is a pout with those sparkly, gorgeous, mountain-ass green eyes

-and all of a sudden you’re baking brownies together, just because you actually have a second to do normal couple things

-and anyway, brownie batter kisses?? Worth it.

-oh

-and it’s not just movies, sometimes it’s shows

-and I mention this because sometimes those shows are the wiggles. And you know why they’re the wiggles? Cause you two’ll sometimes sneak just a little bit of fun time grass into the brownies

-and the wiggles is just too much fun to watch when you’re uh… seeing sounds and hearing colors

-oh and also giggly high fun time sometimes ensues (WITH THE WIGGLES TURNED O F F you are NOT that blasphemous) (I hope)

-another one of the shows you get him to watch is Gilmore girls.

-he got hooked for three reasons:

1. he loves Luke (and no we don’t know if he loves him or LOVES him) oh and Kirk. He wants to be best friends with Kirk.

2. he’s a sucker for fall vibes. Including pumpkin spice and Halloween, apple cider and ofc his flannels- so naturally stars hollow visually floats his boat

3. he thinks it’s hilarious that some dude named Dean looks exactly like Sam ( 😏)

-oh and bonus- he’s really just a messy bitch who loves the drama and wants Lorelei to be happy

-ofc you two don’t watch your shows as much, movies take priority, but when you do you binge them. Cause who knows when the next time you’ll have time to see them is

-stupid supernatural warfare

-oh and he will always convince you to make a pie with him (NOT the sexual kind) (…sometimes the sexual kind) (🤤)

-sometimes you’ll host family movie nights, have Sam and Charlie and Cas and whoever else is hanging out around the bunker come

-most of the time a movie doesn’t even get chosen but that’s okay cause it’s still fun

-anyway, Dean is a cutie patootie sweetie sugar pie

-oh, and a munch

-I rest my case

-yeah that’s basically it

If you have any ideas for headcanons, send a request! My box is always open!

Xx

[daisyofwaterdeep]

Just gonna start of saying I LOVE your drabbles - especially big fan of what you’ve written about Gortash as of recently :D could I humbly request your thoughts on how Gortash might try to win over a particularly stubborn (gn) tav/durge? Perhaps with some… questionable consent towards his methods 😌

Gortash/Reader (reader is gender neutral with a vagina) Tags: NSFW, dry humping, dubcon, manipulation, fingering TW: sexual assault, noncon, sexual violence, kidnapping, descriptions of violence and gore, object insertion

A/N: kinda went ham on this one...please be mindful of the tags!

'Conquest'

Gortash had handpicked you as his assistant. As soon as he saw you, some nobody helping with the armory in Wyrm's Rock, he gestured to his advisor and demanded to have you brought in for briefing.

At first it was based solely on your looks--having an attractive assistant around to fuck on a whim would be great for stress relief. But as he watches you, he detects a defiant shine in your eyes, a sort of "just try to mess with me" sort of attitude in the way you carry yourself that draws him in.

As he sits you down and informs you of your new post, he gets a better reading on you. You're guarded, surprisingly so, and even as he offers you a pay raise for a far less cumbersome job, you don't look at him with gratitude-- only caution.

Most wouldn't hesitate to blubber out thanks and praises at such an opportunity, but you...you seem to know that there's a catch. That nice things don't just fall into one's lap. He likes that cleverness about you.

As much as Gortash enjoys an easy lay, this is far more fun. Like sexual enrichment-- working for his reward.

It's going to be a challenge and a delight to fuck you.

~~~

Gortash lets you settle into your job before making a move. Nearly a month passes before he decides it's time to test the waters.

You approach him as he's reading over a letter at his desk.

"I'll be heading home soon. Is there anything you need before I go?"

He hums to himself, pretending to think as he sets the paper to the side and leans back in his chair. "Hmm, no, nothing comes to mind." He stops, gives a short laugh, then adds, "Well, a blowjob wouldn't be remiss."

The look you give him is adorable. Pretty lips parted, eyes wide, and an almost immediate pinkening of your cheeks. Gortash wishes he could get your expression painted so he could enjoy it at his leisure.

"I--" Your lips move soundlessly for a moment before finding your voice. "I c-could see if Sharess' Caress makes house visits."

Gortash waves his hand in the air and laughs again. "That was a tasteless joke, my apologies." He gets up from his chair, stretching his back out with a small grunt, "However, I do appreciate the lengths you would go to for my sake."

You incline your head politely, cheeks still rosy. "Of course."

"But I will say, if you ever decide to treat me to a bit of...stress relief, I'd rather it be sourced from within the fortress." He holds his hands out in a grand gesture, "I have a reputation to uphold, after all."

You shuffle on your feet, "Makes sense...I'll keep it in mind."

"Wonderful." He mirrors you with a polite head nod of his own. "Now, don't let me keep you. Go enjoy the rest of your day."

As soon as you leave, Gortash's shoulders slump and he holds onto the back of his chair. Damn. Part of him was really hoping that would work. It would have been too easy of a victory, sure, but also.... a blowjob really does sound quite nice right now.

~~~

"Are you finished with these?" you gesture at the stack of books perched on the edge of Gortash's desk.

He looks up for only a moment to cofirm before going back to his work, "Yes, you can put those away."

He move his arm out of the way as you pick up the massive stack and begin carefully navigating to the bookshelf across the room.

The quiet shuffle of you putting them away and the scratch of his quill on parchment fills the room for a time, but when you let out a soft noise, he can't help but divert his attention.

There you are, on the tips of your toes, pressed against the shelf, trying to slide a book into it's high home but failing by a whole inch.

Gortash is out of his chair and slinking up behind you before he can think better of it. And when he does have a chance to think, he's already looming behind you, close enough to smell the shampoo in your hair. He decides that this is a good idea, actually. He had dipped his toe into the waters last time and nothing came of it, so maybe it's time to really jump in. He tells himself that it's merely seizing an opportunity for his overall plan--his overly eager and half hard cock has nothing to do with it.

You squeak as he presses up against you, outstretched arm beginning to come down, but Gortash is quick to grab your hand and brings the book back up. He slides it into place easily, then lets the tips of his gauntlet graze down the length of your arm before moving his mouth near your ear.

"It looked as if you needed some help."

The near whisper of his voice ghosting along your skin gives you a shiver, one that Gortash can feel run through your entire body.

"L...Lord Gortash?"

Your voice matches the same quiet of his own--it's nervous, yes, but still private, confidential. You aren't necessarily trying to stop him from what he's doing.

And if you aren't going to stop him, then he sure as all the hells is going to continue.

He lets out a soft, satisfied breath against your cheek as he presses his hips more firmly against your ass, knowing full well that you can feel the stiffness of his cock. You let out a small gasp but otherwise stay still, so Gortash indulges further, his hands dropping to your hips and he sets into a slow, deliberate grind.

He wonders what's going through that pretty head of yours right now. Are you scared you'll lose your job if you stop him? Are you surprised that he wants you? Have you been waiting for him to make a move like this? Are you disgusted, infuriated, turned on? The thoughts crowd his mind as the deliciously inadequate friction has his cock throbbing, his lips brushing over the curve of your neck in something nearing a kiss.

If he takes it further, what will you do? Will you push your ass back into him, begging to be taken? Or will you finally find your voice and demand for him to stop?

Gortash brings his hands forward, fingers already finding the cool metal of your belt buckle, enraptured by the flutter of the tendon in your neck, cock jerking and sticky as precum oozes and smears in his pants--

A knock comes at the door.

In an instant Gortash is two paces away from you, falling easily back into his airy persona just as the door opens and a worker comes in. He shoots a look at you, still standing where he left you but pretending to straighten the books with stiff, jittering movements. He silently applauds your efforts as the worker approaches with a small bow.

"My lord, your guests have arrived."

Damnit. He had completely forgotten about his afternoon meeting. Part of him-- a very hard, throbbing part-- considers postponing, if only for 15 minutes.

But of course he can't do that.

With his blood still running hot, Gortash follows the worker out of his study and into the hall, mentally cursing the inopportune timing all the while.

~~~~

He needs to rethink his strategy.

A night of cooling off and masturbating has allowed him to think more clearly. The stunt he had pulled was fun, sure, but it's not what he wanted.

A few glasses of wine and some brainstorming through the night finally led him to what he does want-- for you to fall for him. For you to be grateful for his touch. He wants you to feel downright terrible for just how bad you want him. No, no want. Need. And he's concocted the perfect scenario for such a thing. It'll take a bit of elbow grease and careful planning, but that's where he really excels.

The first step of his plan starts as soon as you come in for your daily duties. He's usually already nose-deep in work when you arrive, but today he's standing by with a smile, waiting for you.

"Ah, perfect timing." He raises a finger and dabs it at you, putting on a charming smile. "We need to talk before you go about your duties."

You don't look particularly thrilled with the idea, but your face says that you expected as much. It's time for him to put on his show.

His smile falls with his voice, "I apologize for what happened yesterday. It was entirely inappropriate." He lets a soft edge of weariness creep into his words as he holds out his hands, "I'm tired. Overworked. And I admit that I've grown used to relying on you in stressful times such as these." He waves his hand and furrows his brow, "But that's no excuse to do such a thing to you." And now, a sorrowful expression paired with a gold-gilded hand over his heart. "If you would like to resign from your post, I'll ensure you are handsomely compensated. But if you stay, I can promise you, such a thing will never transpire again."

A rousing performance, he must say. Even if your face didn't betray your forgiveness-- which it does-- he knows he has you in the bag.

You shuffle on your feet, hands clasped in front of you, "I appreciate the apology."

Gortash sighs with a soft, relieved smile, eyes still trained on you as you work out your next sentence.

"I'd...like to stay."

"Thank you." He feels a predatory gleam threaten to sneak into his expression as he bows his head. "I truly don't know what I'd do without you."

Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

And now, onto the fun part.

~~~~

"Everything went according to the plan, I presume?"

"Oh yesss," The banite grins wide, his yellowed teeth as much of an affront as his breath. "Got 'em in there for ye, all nice and ready. Put up a bit uvva fight, all squawkin' and squallin' at first, but the pretty lil' thing's calmed down some." He jerks his thumb to the metal door behind him. "Been on guard duty while the other two 'ave their fun."

Gortash is grateful for the falling night that hides the darkness that crosses his own face, though his voice stays just as cordial.

"Oh? What sort of fun?"

"Just tossin' em about, really." The banite looks around the empty dock before shuffling forward, a wicked glitter in his beady eyes, "Arnie found some nice rocks-- pebbles really," The man snickers, "We've been stuffin' em up in the pretty thing. Seein' how many can fit." He puts his hands up before adding, "Ah, but no sex stuff, like ye said. Made sure all three of us kept our britches on."

"I see."

Gotash steps forward and with one swift jab of his hand upward, slices the man's carotid artery with the tip of his gauntlet. The banite sputters and clutches at his neck, hot gushes of blood spurting from between his grimy fingers as his eyes go wide and his mouth gapes wordlessly. Gortash had planned to dispose of the men when their role was through out of necessity, but now it's out of anger.

"Perhaps you'll learn to follow directions in your next life."

Gortash grabs the man by the collar--the other side, so as not to filthy his clothes with the pig's blood, and yanks him to the edge of the dock. The man's floundering and uneven footing does the rest of the work for him. A large splash in the dark of the water, a bit more struggling, then nothing but the sound of the sea.

As pissed as he is...this could work. It could work damn well, in fact. His mind is already churning, reevaluating the situation and turning this error to his advantage.

With a new plan in mind, Gortash takes in a deep breath and opens the door.

Two lanterns illuminate the warehouse, only supressing the darkness in a single corner. And there you are, only visible as a pair of bare legs on the stone floor, two men on their knees and obscuring the rest of you.

Gortash has always taken pride in the control he has over his emotions. But in this moment, he lets that control go completely.

A swift end is made of the men with a few brutal jabs of his claws. They try to stumble to their feet and grab at their weapons, but the blood pouring from their gurgling throats is too heavy of a flow, and all too soon, they collapse to the floor, dead.

With that out of the way, he finally gets a look at you. Even if he's beyond annoyed at the hunks of waste he's just disposed of, he does have to applaud them for their work. You look stunning-- Completely bare, hands tied behind your back, legs splayed open, face tear-streaked and eyes terrified. He's grateful for the terrible lighting, because his cock stiffens immediately at the sight of you.

"What happened?" Gortash falls to his knees by your side, "Are you okay?"

"Th-they," Your voice is virtually a croak, thrown out from your crying and yelling. He watches as you swallow roughly before trying to continue, "They a-ambushed me. As s-soon as I opened the door, they--"

Your words waver as despair threatens to take you once again, so Gortash leans down, snaking an arm under your back.

"It's alright darling. I'm here now." He shakes his head, "Gods, what was I thinking, sending you here alone...?"

He helps you sit up, noting the way you jolt and whimper, your legs unable to close. He hasn't dared to venture his eyes down just yet, but it seems they did a number on you.

Another slice from his gauntlet releases the rough rope that binds your hands and you bring them forward slowly, shoulder sockets seemingly tender from being forced behind you for so long. As you rub at your chafed wrists, Gortash unfastens his cumberbund and quickly shucks off his coat, draping it across you.

"Th-thank you," you sniffle, clutching the coat to your chest.

"Of course." Gortash places a gentle hand on your back, "Let's get you out of here. Are you able to walk?"

You had been slowly regaining your composure, but your face crumples at his words, fresh tears cascading down your cheeks.

"Th-they put...inside...m--"

Your sentence ends on a soft wail as you bury your face in his jacket.

"Hush now, it's alright." Gortash slides an arm under your knees and carefully picks you up, loving how you so easily wrap your arms around his neck, even as your body stiffens in discomfort. As he adjusts your weight in his hold, you gasp and he hears the distinct soft patter of a single pebble hitting the stone between his feet.

There's a large crate nearby that he gingerly perches you on the edge of. He makes sure you've got a good hold of his jacket before grabbing one of the lanterns and setting it nearby.

"I'll fetch a doctor--"

"No," You cut him off, eyes going wide as they flit over to the dark masses of the men, "P-please, don't leave me."

"Then I won't." He gently places his hands on your shoulders, forcing you to look up at him. "I won't leave, if that's what you want. But that means I'll have to care for you here."

He can see it written all over your face. The fear, the shame, the humiliation-- but also the relief. The trust. The men that had tormented you are dead and cooling in the shadows of the warehouse, and your savior is standing in front of you, eyes earnest and full of concern. He sees the way you want to tell him not to look, but also the desire to be cared for.

Gortash drives it home with a gentle smile and his soft, confident words. "You needn't worry anymore. I'm here now."

And just like that, you're his. Your bottom lip quivers but you nod shakily, raising the coat up to your mouth and spreading your legs, your knees coming out from either side of the dark fabric.

"Good," He says, voice hushed and calm even as he kneels down in front of you, his blood thundering in his veins. "As wide as you can."

With bated breath from the both of you, Gortash grabs the end of his coat and pulls it up, gently placing the length of it in your lap.

Mud is matted in your pubic hair and smeared on your inner thighs, but even still, he can smell the distinct musk of you. And with your legs wide as they are, your labia is spread, showing the soft pink folds of your vagina, also streaked with grime. His cock engorges fully as he gently grabs your thighs and pushes them open just a bit further and sees, with a rush of twisted excitement, the smooth grey surface of a pebble bulging from your entrance.

"We need to get them out." Gortash says, surprised by just how even his voice is as he slides off the fingers of his gauntlets and places them on the floor next to him. "It may hurt, but I need you to bear with me. Alright?"

Your head is like an old rusted machine, the first nod is like a lurch, then the next two come easier with use.

"Good." Gortash places one hand on your thigh to steady you and brings the other forward. "Try to stay calm."

Even though you seem desperate to obey, as soon as a finger brushes against the softness of your inner folds, your muscles flex and the pebble at your entrance sinks in deeper.

"Relax, Gortash nearly coos the word, his thumb rubbing a comforting circle into your thigh, " Relax for me, darling."

The tension in your muscles eases with small jerky jumps in between, and Gortash waits for you to let out a long, shuddering breath before trying again.

You tighten involuntarily as his fingers brush against you again, but this time, he doesn't pull back. His finger slides in next to the pebble, the juxtaposition of your soft hole and the hard rock making his head swim and his cock ache. He hooks his finger before pulling it out and the pebble, a little bigger than a grape, pops out of you and skitters onto the floor. Your pretty little hole flutters and contracts as you gasp and another pebble is immediately clogging your entrance, this one seemingly bigger.

"You poor thing," Gortash has to push the stone back into you to get his finger to fit, and he can feel it clack and scrape against the other rocks still stuffed inside you, "I know it probably hurts, but you're doing wonderful..."

He pushes the rock subtly up as he speaks, delighted at the way you whimper and bury your face into his coat as your thighs close around him. The soft meat of your entrance clenches around his finger and he softly tuts, using his free hand to spread your legs once again.

"Relax, darling, it's alright."

"S...sorry..." Your voice is muffled through his coat, but he can still hear your strain and embarassment.

"You don't have to apologize," He assures you, curving his finger around the stone, "This one might hurt, okay? So try to not to tighten if you can."

He hears you suck in a deep breath before shuddering your muscles loose. With that, he begins pulling the rock forward. It's nearly hypnotizing, seeing your tiny hole stretch tight as the slimy surface of the stone pushes up to it, against it, resisting the pressure of his finger.

"Try pushing for me," He says, breathless, "Try to relax and push."

"Ah--" The muscles in your thighs clench and you let out a strained gasp that breaks into a hurt whimper as your hole stretches more, more--

With the widest part of the stone past, the rest slides out all at once, the plum-sized rock clattering to the floor as your hole gapes open from it's size. Two more pebbles, much smaller, fall from you and join the others at his knees.

"There we go, that's it darling, shh, shh, it's alright--" He softly comforts you as you gasp and cry out soft little noises of relief.

He rests both hands on your thighs, watching as your entrance contracts with jittery clenches, a thick gush of natural juices streaked with dirt and blood leaking from your abused hole. Gods, he's half tempted to shove his cock in you-- to share that pain of heavy stones pressing against his most tender parts.

But he can't, of course. So instead, he fishes a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes at your folds. You seem to appreciate the break, sighing and relaxing as you lower the coat from your face. Good, because he'll get to see your expression for what comes next.

"We'll need to get you cleaned properly, but this will have to do for now."

He meets your eyes as he speaks, bringing his hand up and dragging the cloth slowly and deliberately over your clit.

Your eyes flutter and your mouth falls open as your thighs close around him involuntarily. It lasts for all but a moment, though, because the coat comes back up to hide your face. What a teasing little thing you are.

"Poor dear," he glides two fingers back into your entrance, feeling the grit of the dirt as he goes in deeper and you tighten. His other hand rests in his lap, as casually as he can, to subtly rub at his erection. "It'll all be over soon, so hold on for a little longer."

And it really does seem to almost be over-- the palm of his hand meets with your mound as he goes in as far as he can, fingers slipping around the last two stones. A shame, really. But he can work with this.

"They're in deep," He frowns, raising up on his knees for a better angle. "This may be difficult, darling. Just hang in there."

You peek at him from behind the jacket and nod nervously.

Gortash has to work to keep his own face straight as he slides a third finger into you, bottoming out easily with his palm pressed firmly over your clit. He pins the two stones against the roof of your cunt and lets them move and slip from his hold. He spreads his fingers inside of your to retrieve them, exploring the wet, swallowing heat of you to his pleasure. You gasp as his palm grinds against your clit, legs pressing into his sides once again.

"Almost," He breathes out, cock jerking madly against his thigh as he pushes in deeper, "It's alright, just a little more..."

Your breathing is picking up and, soft, distressed whimpers leave you with every minstration. His hand is coated in slick, it's positivley soaked as he pulls his fingers out halfway with a stone, only to 'lose' it and have to push them back in.

He knows that he's getting less subtle in his excitement, but you seem too far gone to understand that, or perhaps you don't care. Either way, the sounds you're making are becoming sweeter, more raw, and your legs are trembling as they squeeze around him. He wants to rip the jacket away from you, to see the way your chest is heaving, to get a look at the pleasure-pained face you must be making right now...but even if he's being more indulgent than he should, that would definitely blow his cover.

"Wait," You stumble out on a shaky breath, your body jerking forward and your eyes wide, "W-wait, please--!"

Your words break off in a sharp cry as your back arches and your pussy locks around his fingers, juices gushing around his intrusion and running down his forearm. Gortash lets out a small noise of his own, hopefully hidden in the throes of your orgasm, and uses the cover of your clenched eyes to fondle his leaking cock. He finds his own release a mere second later, the hot spurts of his cum soaking into his pants.

It's torturously perfect, having to keep his face as straight as possible as he's wracked with pleasure, forced to supress his shivers and shakes, even as you slowly loosen into your own.

"Gods, I'm..." Your face disappears behind his jacket again as your voice wavers, "I'm so sorry..."

"Shh, it's alright." He says in a near whisper, hoping it negates the post-climax gruffness in his voice, "It's not your fault, dear."

He easily traps the two remaing stones and gingerly extracts them, though it still makes you jerk and gasp. He notes with flared nostrils that your cunt has gotten swollen and puffy from your orgasm--looking perfectly inviting for some soft licking and sucking, though he wouldn't dare. The slick running from you seems to be clear now, the natural processes of your body clearing your passageway. You still may end up with an infection, but this will certainly help ease things.

He folds his handkerchief and dabs at your folds politely, cleaning you up as best as he can before finally standing up, his head light and his heart still pounding just as fiercely.

"Let's see if you can walk now."

He holds out a hand to you and you take it, your other arm pinning the jacket to yourself modestly. You're unsteady on your feet, but you only have to endure for a few moments as he helps you put his coat on. As soon as you're decent enough, Gortash leans you against him, a protective arm around your shoulders.

"Come, darling. Let's get out of here."

As he leads you out of the warehouse, he has to fight a devious smile as you tiredly rest your head against his arm.

[veilder]

War of the Rohirrim: My Thoughts

So, I just got back from seeing this movie and I thought I'd write up a little review, I'll give a brief overview first and put spoilers under the cut.

First off, let me get this out of the way: I really, really enjoyed it! Which isn't to say that the movie didn't have problems, just that I was thoroughly entertained throughout and also got way more invested in it than I thought I would! It was a nice, self-contained little story that did service to Tolkien's Legendarium while still allowing for creative changes and I thought it all worked really well the way it was told. The animation was absolutely stunning in a lot of scenes (notably the fight scenes!), though I did have some issues with it in others. Notably with the compositing of the 2D and 3D art together, some of those just did not look right, but they were few and far enough between that they didn't detract overmuch for me.

The cast of characters were vibrant and well-crafted, especially the supporting cast for me, and the voice acting for everyone was on point. I also really liked the general design and portrayal of the whole cast, I thought they all looked very good. Notable standout character for me would be: the princes, Háma and Haleth, the King's nephew, Fréaláf, and the shieldmaiden, Olwyn. And honorable mention to the Dunlanding general, Turgg, too. I can't tell if it was just the nostalgic Howard Shore score returning in some parts or if I just generally liked the whole soundtrack (notably not composed by Shore this time), but I felt like the music was very good as well. Very suitable to the world and Rohan specifically.

And, last but certainly not least, I thought the vibe of the film was just incredible. Even moreso than with the Hobbit movies, The War of the Rohirrim felt like Middle-Earth. The vibes of the movie were impeccable and it actually seemed like a genuine story set in the original trilogy's Rohan. The styles and dialogue and whole atmosphere of the film seemed very in line with Peter Jackson's original trilogy and I think that's what elevated the whole thing for me, enough to overlook its flaws, which I will get into more detail in below the cut.

Overall, I personally would rank this a solid 6.5/10. It certainly didn't match the original trilogy and likely wasn't even as good as my favorite of the Hobbit movies, either. (Which is the first one, of course. 😌) A very solid addition to the Middle-Earth series and enjoyable enough that I'll definitely be watching it again, but nothing particularly groundbreaking. If you are a LotR fan, I feel like you'll like it. If you're an anime fan, you might get a good story and some pretty characters out of it. If you're a more casual movie watcher, it might be a tad hit or miss. But overall, I consider it a very solid movie.

Now, on to spoilers.

So, first off, let's talk about Héra. I've seen a lot of entertainment outlets and reviewers criticizing her character (or lack thereof) and calling her a "Mary Sue" which is, in my opinion, just a very lazy critique of her. The movie sets her up as this free spirit, a warrior king's daughter who grew up learning to fight and ride and adventure alongside her brothers. She is a beloved princess of the realm who the people greet by name, who is kind and compassionate, clever and competent, who dreams of one day being free of her royal duties and be able to travel where she pleases. Oh, and she has an overprotective father who wants to marry her off to try and keep her safe. A textbook Mary Sue, right?

Well, no, I'd very much beg to differ.

Héra is a flawed character. Time and again, her youth and inexperience lead her into situations she can't handle and she is a liability just as often as she's shown to be a hero. And time and again her compassion is taken advantage of, to the detriment of herself and others. The fact that she is clever and headstrong and grows into a deadly warrior by the end does not make her a Mary Sue. But that's also not to say that I found her to be the most compelling, either.

Don't get me wrong, she definitely had some amazing moments (her conversation with Wulf in Orthanc, her wisdom in evacuating Edoras and her traps laid out before its siege, her amazing "I'm no man's bride." "Who are you promised to?" "Death!" line read?) but she was rather generic to me all things told. However, she's shored up by an excellent supporting cast and a great plot, so I didn't feel I really needed a super interesting protagonist to follow. She is excellent in her role as the POV character for the events happening around her and she becomes anchored enough in the main plot by the role her family plays and the obsession the main antagonist has with her.

Which, speaking of...

Another character I really want to call out is Wulf. Because he... was a missed opportunity imo. I get what they were going for with him I guess? Hm, a sort of Maeglin approach to him almost, for those familiar with the Silmarillion, where becomes obsessed with the object of his desire to the point of madness and villainy. However, I personally feel as if his character could've been so much better if they'd taken him in a different direction? These are all my own thought and you don't have to agree, but hear me out: I think they should've tried to humanize Wulf more. We are told early on that he and Héra are childhood friends, but we're only ever given the barest glimpse of a flashback between them to set that up? We have one short conversation between them at the very beginning after his proposal to her and after that he takes a sheer dive into villainy that he double and triples down on as the story goes. But if the movie truly wanted us to feel as if there was a connection between them at all, I feel like they should've emphasized that relationship a lot more. Show more of their time together as children. Give more scenes to Wulf of him experiencing discrimination because of his Dunlanding blood. Give him moments of hesitation and remorse when he's forced into conflict with Héra. Like, I genuinely believed that's where the movie was going at the end? I really thought that, after their big fight where Héra has him on the ground and shows him mercy, I thought he was leaping up at her to die. I thought he intentionally missed her with his blade because he wanted her to kill him after everything he's done and that was the only way he could accept it happening. I thought the movie might come full circle again to showing that, despite everything, there was something genuine to his affections? That he wasn't wholly evil or deranged and that his declaration of love had been true once upon a time, even if he'd since forswore it after his father was killed. I really thought they would give him some glimpse of humanity. But no, he was genuinely just trying to kill her again and she beat his ass and that's that. Honestly much less impactful to me. Like, don't get me wrong, I absolutely did not want him to be redeemed. (Especially not after the absolutely abhorrent way he killed Háma right in front of Héra and Helm, oof.) But just any show of him not just being some black and white villain would've been welcome. Just the tiniest bit of complexity to a truly vile villain makes them stand out all the more for me and I think Wulf would've been truly memorable if he'd had that.

Now, my issues with the two leads out of the way, I just wanna bring it back around to the positives again and say how delightful I found the rest of the supporting cast? For all that they were barely in it, I was just instantly captivated by Haleth and Háma, not even joking. As soon as Héra rode in to Háma singing his little song for her, I knew I had a favorite. Oh, what's this? He's a poet and a bard and a handsome warrior prince?! Well, I'll be. It seems he was specially crafted to be my new blorbo, lol! And then Haleth showed up and my mind just instantly associated the two of them with my two absolute favorite Tolkien character and I knew I was a goner. (Please tell me I'm not the only one to instantly get Maedhros and Maglor vibes from them, eh? Which, in retrospect, Haleth is much more how I picture Celegorm, lol, but still. That initial projection really stuck in my mind. XD)

Héra's servant, Olwyn, was also such a pleasant surprise? I didn't expect much of her at the start, but she really grew on me as the film went on. I love that you just have to piece together her backstory as a shieldmaiden of Rohan and then you can start using that to theorize about Héra and how she idolizes them and it all just clicks together so well? And it's always nice to see an awesome older woman kicking ass!

And then Fréaláf showed up and he was just like the coolest guy ever?! Yooooooo, I loved him so much, even though he got so sidelined in the movie. 😭 But his appearance at the end wearing Helm's armor and blowing that horn was just awesome. I don't even care if his whole arc was a bit derivative of Éomer's from the films, I still just dug his whole vibe and personality. And it's terrible how Haleth and Háma had to die (like oof, both their deaths were just... so brutal 😭😭😭), but it's obvious that Fréaláf will make a fantastic king for Rohan.

Helm Hammerhand was, of course, amazingly badass, they really kept that part intact. And though I wouldn't say he was particularly likeable as a character, he certainly was compelling to watch. And his death scene, of course, just went so hard.

And yes, shoutout again to Turgg, the Dunlander, for being cool and levelheaded throughout the whole movie. Honestly, if that guy became the Dunlanding leader instead of Wulf, things would've gone like 2000x better for everyone. And I do love that he finally just outright refuses to do Wulf's bidding at the end. It is certainly an instance of too little, too late by that point, but still. I appreciate that he at least had some sort of line he wouldn't cross, even if it was purely because he finally saw how mad Wulf had become. Cool character, I liked him a lot.

I already spoke a bit about the music and the animation up top, so I won't rehash all that, but I just want to highlight a few outlying thoughts I had.

What the heck was up with that Watcher in the Water just chilling in the woods there? That seemed so random. And also, it ate that entire mumik like it was nothing, wot?

In general, the scale of things was kind a crazy? It seemed to vary a lot scene by scene and it was hard sometimes to really tell the perspective of anything.

I absolutely loved Miranda Otto coming back to act as the narrator for this film? Not only was it wonderful to hear Éowyn again in a new project, but I loved how they used it as a sort of framing device, like it was Éowyn telling us a story of her people. (And I love the thought of her being inspired by this legend of Héra as a little girl and dreaming of being a shieldmaiden, too.)

I love that Olwyn didn't die?! I was just waiting for it to happen the whole movie, she had so many death flags it was unreal. But then it just... didn't happen! Yes!

What on Middle-Earth was that dang siege tower Wulf built? Omg, that thing was ridiculous. When they were raising it up and it just kept going higher and higher and higher?! It was like a skyscraper there for a minute, what? And then it just crashed down and didn't break? XD I'm pretty sure I audibly said "Yo, wtf?" in the theater when I saw that part, lol. (It's okay, I was literally the only person there. >_>)

I didn't realize Dominic Monaghan and Billy Boyd were the voices of those two orcs until I saw the credits? That was a neat cameo!

Why oh why is there no WotR AO3 tag up yet? 😭 How am I supposed to find fix-it fics about mah boi Háma now? 😭😭😭

That one eagle sure was helpful in this movie, omg. And lol, I like that they established that the eagles and wizards can talk to each other? Lol, Maia to Maia communication. XD

But yeah, those are my initial thoughts. Overall, a very enjoyable experience! I was really glad to be back in Middle-Earth again, especially since my interest in all things Tolkien has been massively reinvigorated lately by my newfound fascination with The Silmarillion. This movie hit at a perfect time for me and I enjoyed it greatly. Thanks for coming to my TED Talk movie review. XD

[rottmntsimp]

Hey! Love your writing! if reqs are open, would you be willing to write rottmnt Casey Jr x reader? Maybe something fully and/or cozy, like them having a lazy night or doing some housework or something? There’s such a drought of CJ content :c

Leisurely Love [Domestic Headcanons]

Pairing[s]: Casey Junior x Reader A/N: Finally posting after months of writer's block!! 💪 Anyway, sorry the order's a bit scattered 😅

Casey Junior

💖 - GAH I LOVE DOMESTIC HEADCANONS OK

💖 - Starting off with the kitchen <33

💖 - I've said this before in one of my earlier headcanons, but CJ does not understand the concept of good food. To him edible = food, regardless of taste or texture. "What do you mean it's burnt? It's still food!"

💖 - If you like cooking, you're in luck! He'll gladly be your personal taste tester!!

💖 - And with enough effort, care and love, my boy will be cooking you a small meal in no time!!

💖 - He definitely has a habit of hoarding things he likes

💖 - Back in the apocalypse, keeping things was a risk on its own, especially when you never know when you're gonna have to move.

💖 - But now that he's safe, my boy will keep anything and everything. You guys will probably have a drawer or two dedicated to things that remind of him of his family from back in the apocalypse, you, or just something really pretty :]

💖 - Baby boy loves gardening! Or at least getting to watch the plants grow :]

💖 - He doesn't exactly trust himself to care for them, seeing as the last few he tried to keep withered within a week.

💖 - But if you're into gardening or keep a pet plant, he'll gladly let you keep some around the house!! Hell, he might even help with planting some outside if you really wanted.

💖 - Animals, oh boy...

💖 - Personally, if not for the apocalypse, I feel like CJ would've LOVED dogs-

💖 - But due to his experience with the Kraang, some of them shaped like animals...best to say it'll take some time for him to warm up to them.

💖 - My boy has warm hands. How do I know? I just do.

💖 - If you have cold hands, believe me when I say he is never letting go.

💖 - He's not much of a cuddler, or so he claims. There's an underlying fear in his head that he might accidentally kick you or push you away in his sleep, so he chooses to instead just fall asleep facing you. It comforts him to wake up to the sight of you, messy or not.

💖 - Daily reminders that his life is not constantly at stake? Yes please.

💖 - Favorite place to kiss you? Your forehead <3 [We love a gentleman 😌]

💖 - If you're terrified of bugs, fear not!

💖 - Casey will kill them in the blink of an eye, maybe even pick them up and leave them outside if you ask.

💖 - When it comes to cleaning, he doesn't like to throw things out, as I said earlier.

💖 - He's the kind of guy to organize the mess instead of actually cleaning up. "Messy? But I know where everything is!"

💖 - When he discovers music, it's like his eyes had just opened for the first time. Help him go through this journey please.

💖 - Introduce him to your favorite artists, help him find his type.

💖 - Eventually, this will become "your" thing.

💖 - He will run over to you, excitedly rambling on about this new song he'd just listened to, before making you listen to it too, saying how "-you've got to listen to this!"

💖 - Lazy days consist of introducing him to modern culture!!

💖 - I'm talking memes, shows, films, games, everything- Hell, consider it a sleepover at this point, because my boy is willing to give anything a try. Show him the wonders of the modern world ♥

💖 - Now if we're talking about the FAR future? I'm sorry, but he does NOT want kids, adopted or not.

💖 - He saw how much of a handful they could be back in the resistance, and he'd be dead by the time he admitted wanting that.

💖 - If it's any consolation, he might become more open to the whole pet situation.

💖 - Regardless, indulge in the poor boy's hobbies and interests please. Give him some love and you're bound to get some back <3

💖 - Anyway, 11/10 roomie/partner ♥♥

Taglist: @lemme-be-cringe-damnit@sleepytime-fics@ray-of-midnight-storm@hamthepan@charismakat@flapajacker

[hyewka]

HIHII hard hours open,, my specialty,, (😭) OK so last night i was thinking about. vv annoying bratty switch jun who honestly only agreed to be a sub cuz u wouldnt stop asking and he wasn’t expecting u to… well. be able to handle him and end up begging for him to take the lead in the end 😕 well that plan completely backfired as u end up having to tie him up/handcuff him and continuously edge the boy cuz he wouldn’t stop being a brat and let u have ur dom moment 😭 bro ends up nearly breaking the restraints (or he does?? up to u 😌) because of how frustrated he was because hes so used to cumming whenever he wants as dom :((( aaand then. comes switch jun cuz as soon as u untie him and say how good he was he just has this feral look in his eyes and completely flips you over on 4’s and pounds the shit out of u and saying shi like “u rlly thought i’d let u get away w all that? how about i do that to you now??” 😔 sigh so mean of him ..

warnings: praise kink, bondage, dacryphilia, pet names, non proofread filth, switch!jun

being a sub is something yeonjun is not used to, especially in his relationship with you. hes only had experiences where girls would ask to take a lead and still somehow find himself on top by the end, grunting ‘good girl’ and singing praises with an annoyingly smug face as he harshly thrusted in and out.

so when youve straddled yourself on top of his lap, grinding your half clothed pussy on his bulge as you heatedly kiss, breathing being a second priority, and in between, whisper “let me take the lead today” hungrily, he only nods, an overconfident smirk slipping into the kiss—not thinking you’d go through with it.

but you do.

“you’re actually going to tie me up?” he says with a tilt of his head, sitting at the edge of your bed, watching you look through your drawer.

his pants were unbuckled, and his lips were swollen red from your lipstick, his hair was untamed — he was ready to tease like he always did but you stopped his hand telling him that you’re going to get things from the drawer — which he only assumed to be a rope.

you finally find the thing you were looking for, dangling it in front of him squealing a little. “gonna handcuff you”

he only lightly scoffs, an amused smile appearing as his eyes focused on your pretty hands cuffing his hands together. “c’mon, are you actually going to go through with this?” he whines as he watches you pushing his jeans down completely, revealing more clearly his dick outlined in his boxers, rock hard.

you roll your eyes as your hands slip out his fat cock, precum leaking from the tip — ready to pump it. “jjun, shut up and let me get you off.”

you know hes not going to take you seriously, so instead of doing the usual quick pump and swallow, you roughly push your hand up and down at his girth a corner of your lips slowly forming up as his body tense up, slightly buckling into your hand with his close shut as he breathes out curses — he was close. when you stop your rigorous unapologetic speed, his eyes shoot open.

“w-what are you doing—shit, i’m close!” he yells frustrated, his hips now desperately buckling in and out of your hand.

when he notices a dark glint to your gaze, he naturally finds himself squirming and feeling himself turn small, even as he tries to break the handcuffs off his hands.

“you’re dangerously confident for someone cuffed”, you sneered, your hand still tightly restraining his cock from moving in and out. “jjun, i’m punishing you until you can be a good boy for me, alright? so try your best to cooperate.”

it proved to you edging jjun was a struggle, because though his usual confident dominance crashed and burned, he still thought he had a chance of taking over as he bit down on his bottom lip, holding back any moans that might slip out. but it eventually got to him, as you looked up at his face, his eyes clearly unable to hold back any tears.

“please”, he squeaked as you edged him again, for the fifth time, unable to control his lewd moans especially as you slip your hand up under his shirt, squeezing his nipples. “let me cum”

you almost coo at the sight— with his cheeks flushed red, his eyes wet with tears, and the messiness of his face with his swollen red tip right in your face. you pout as you pick up your pace again, deciding he did his best.

“hnng—y/n, g-go faster, go faster please!” you smile as you finally accomplish your goal of making him beg, generously opening your mouth, taking in his tip like a hungry dog as your hands harshly pump his cock — you dont expect to immediately feel a rush of warm thick liquid spurting in your mouth the moment your tongue touches his tip, but it does, and you feel accomplished as you swallowed his seed.

yeonjun smiled weakly, satisfied but worn out, as you got up.

“that was fun, huh?” you say heading to your counter to get the keys meant to unlock the cuffs.

your hear him hum in agreement and you smile. when you go over to unlock his cuffs, you look at his face, dried with tears—and give him a little peck on his lips for reassurance. “you did well baby” you whisper. you don’t notice, but yeonjuns breathing becomes heavier again.

as you unlock his cuffs, you continue to talk. “i mean, it was a little hard at first, but once you let out your pretty moans, i knew you were going to do well and let me take care of you pup.”

once the cuffs were off of his wrist, set right next to him on the bed, you near his ears again, “you’re such a good boy”

and that was yeonjun’s last straw.

his self control snapped, as he pulls you to fall on top of him then flipping you right on your back, slipping his tongue roughly in your mouth, kissing you like a hungry, rabid dog. “im gonna” hes busy kissing you as he tries to continue, “f-fuck you so bad”

you’re only shocked as you return his kiss, already moaning as his raw dick rubs in between your flimsy shorts. he quickly manages to turn you over, your ass shot up, with the side of your face buried in a pillow.

he pulls down your shorts along with your soaked panties, in no time, your bottom half being completely unclothed as he doesnt prepare you for his big cock thrusting right inside your sweet cunt, his hips relentlessly snapping back and forth, as his hand is fist full of your hair, keeping your head down.

“gonna fuck you all night” he grunts as he pushes into you. “thinking you can get away with what you did dumb kitten?”

you cant respond as your mind fogs up, eyes rolled to the back, mouth hung open as pornographic moans mindlessly fill up the room along with nude skin making rough contact.

yeonjun pulls your head up with the amount of hair he has in his hand, and now youre in all fours as he reaches to push his tongue in your mouth when you turn your head back to him—that was preciously stained with his cum.

his movement staggers as he reaches his climax once again, shooting his cum inside you. when you feel the warm seed spreading in you, it elicits your orgasm — causing you to chant “i’m cumming jjunie” like an animal, breathless.

when you both get quiet, only heaving as you breath in and out to catch your breaths, his dick still deeply buried inside your tight cunt — you unfortunately find that your precious edging was a booster of his stamina.

you think hes going to finally pull out but it only happens for a split second until he sharply thrusts into you again, his seed being fucked into you further.

“call me a good boy”, he whines, his tone being different than his sharp thrusts and his strong hold of your waist, “call me a good boy” he demands this time.

“nng—jjunie—y-you’re” a moan slips out of you again when his cock hits a good spot, “such a good boy”

when his third load is released inside of you, it being even thicker and more filling than the previous ones, you knew yeonjun was planning to teach you a long, long lesson.

[avocado-writing]

Helloo would love love love some more Gabriel/Jim if you have any? Could be literally anything maybe a continuation of the last two or something but anything at all pleaseee 💕

notes: ask and ye shall receive 😌

pairing: Jim x reader

rating: T

“You’re joking. You must be.”

“Why would I be joking?” Jim furrows his brow, perplexed. You tap your spoon on the side of your coffee mug with vigour. 

“Because Notting Hill is a classic! I can’t believe you’ve never seen that film…”

Jim can actually count the number of films he’s seen on one hand - less than one hand really - because he’s seen none of them. But you seem to be incensed by the discovery of him not seeing this one in particular, so he remains quiet about all the others. 

“Are you free tonight? You could come over and we could watch it at my place. You could stay the night if you wanted. I could set the couch up for you! Or, you know, otherwise,” you say, not wanting to put too much pressure on the situation for a first overnight. But Jim lights up at the idea, excited. To be honest it’s nice to just take things slow with him. The relationship doesn’t seem to be hurtling towards sex, neither of you have brought it up, and that’s… fine. It’s nice, actually. It’s low pressure in a way you’re thoroughly enjoying, and Jim is a great boyfriend. 

For you, the event in the park is all but forgotten. 

It isn’t for Aziraphale and Crowley, though. That flash of Gabriel emerging a couple of weeks ago has very much seared itself into their psyches. Neither of them are certain what it means but they’re reasonably sure it can’t be good, so when Jim appears in the bookshop asking what he needs to bring to stay overnight at yours they’re a little… worried. 

“He’ll probably be fine,” Crowley reasons, not wanting to play devil’s advocate - well, not any more, at least - but having been significantly more affected by Gabriel than his lover. He knows the danger of the archangel. But at the same time Gabriel has never shown himself to be any danger to you, quite the opposite in fact; he seems rather smitten. This will be the first time they let him out of their sight for any significant amount of time and there’s a nervousness in the air which can’t be ignored. 

The two of them turn to see Jim packing as many books as he can into his overnight bag, “just in case”, and Aziraphale sighs.  

“Well they both have your mobile telephone number. If anything happens then they can get in contact. Besides, I’m sure nothing will go wrong.”

Neither of them say anything as Jim hoists his several-kilogram backpack onto his shoulder and grins. 

🪽

“Hey! So I’ve ordered pizza and set up the film on the tv in the lounge. Do you want a drink?”

You give Jim a greeting kiss and he grins in a dopey sort of happiness at it. 

“Sure, thanks. What kind of drink?”

“Well, I have wine, or uh, Pepsi?”

“Yes, Pepsi. Please,” he says quickly. He recently became aware of its delights and spent a whole evening at the shop drinking a two-litre bottle and giggling between every sip. You load up the pint glasses which, in traditional English fashion you nicked from the pub, and settle in for a film night with Jim. 

The pizzas arrive about halfway through Notting Hill and you think Jim might explode at the narrative being interrupted. When the pepperoni feasts are devoured and the boxes shoved into the recycling, the two of you end up in a slouchy sort of cuddle. Your head falls onto his shoulder and by the end of Four Weddings and a Funeral you’re fast asleep. 

Jim looks down at you. You’ve managed to miss some marinara when you wiped your mouth so it’s smudged on your lip, but you’re none the wiser. Your chest rises and falls easily and your eyelids flutter as you dream. 

Because he’s pretty sure that Aziraphale and Crowley have done the same for him when he’s fallen asleep, he gently carries you to your bed, lays you down, tucks you in, and whispers ‘goodnight’ knowing that you won’t hear. And then he means to head back to the couch to go to sleep. 

At around two in the morning you stir, desperate for a wee. That is the unfortunate downside of Pepsi. You swing your legs over the side of the bed—

And your heart stops. 

Gabriel is standing there. In the corner. His eyes so luminously purple that they light the room around him. He’s been watching you for some time now, just observing the way that you breathe. He wondered if he should get in bed and hold you. Just to satiate his own wonder about how you feel. Too late for that now, you’ve spotted him. 

“Be not afraid,” he says.

You scream. 

🪽

The next morning Crowley wakes up to a text message from you.

I think there’s something wrong with Jim. 

“Bollocks,” he says. 

[aclowntiny]

Carnival Dates With Seventeen!

Gender neutral reader! Bro at the slightest provocation I will write one shots for this because going to the carnival??? Way too cute 🥲

S.Coups

♡ ‘So, what do you want to do first?’ A simple question, yet the care with which he asks it & the fondness of his expression as he does have your heart beating a bit faster.

♡ He’s willing to follow your lead all day, but you guys get a good alternation of activities going, following the bustle of your atmosphere well.

♡ Seungcheol tries the test your strength game where you hit the target with the hammer, trying to ring the bell, & of course he does 😌 & looks over at you immediately with a big eager smile like ‘was that cool?’ PLEASE HYPE HIM UP

♡ Your date gets a little interrupted as you guys find a lost little girl wandering tearfully between the cotton candy & churro stands, Seungcheol kneeling down to ask her if she can remember what her mom was wearing. ‘P-purple,’ the little girl, who couldn’t have been more than three or four, sobs. ‘Well that’s easy! I’ll find her soon, I promise.’ You guys tag team, you buying her a small plushie to return her smile & Seungcheol finding a woman in a purple dress who happily runs to her daughter, thanking you profusely. Afterward, your boyfriend begins to apologize for the interruption, but quickly stops when he sees your shining eyes. ‘Don’t be.’ ‘We make a pretty good team, don’t we?’

♡ The whole encounter leaves him feeling extra soft & affectionate, wanting to spend some time just strolling under the lights holding your arm & pulling you closer until his head is practically resting over yours. You feel him place a kiss to the crown of your head, smiling & turning upward for a second one ☺️

Jeonghan

♡ All the games the carnival has to offer turn immediately into a betting ground for Jeonghan, who leans up close to you, batting his eyelashes & saying if you beat him he’ll give you a kiss 👀

♡ You lose, naturally, but he gives you a kiss anyway for your good efforts. Pinches your cheeks as he gives you the prizes he’s won 😊

♡ 'We have to go on the bumper cars, (y/n)!' You take him up on the challenge, leaving a bunch of other patrons confused as they casually putter through the rink why there's two people driving as fast as humanly possible, very aggressively turning & bumping only into each other. Eh, they're laughing though, everyone thinks, so they just let you have your fun.

♡ Oh, boy, do NOT say anything at the accessory & knickknack stalls is cute unless you want Jeonghan to try buying it for you. You have a generous boyfriend ok???

♡ All the running around makes him tired though...if only there was a ride that you could sit on for a long time & relax.... Jeonghan keeps trying to get you to slow down, selling the idea more & more until you realize... he's trying to get you to suggest going on the Tunnel of Love ride because he wants to hear you say it. Finally you relent, rolling your eyes as he immediately teases you about how you must really be in love with him then. You may agree or tease him back, but either way it's too late, you've got a giddy Jeonghan on your hands. Plus he's right, like who doesn't want to sit & smooch in some air conditioning after a long crowded day??? 👀

Joshua

♡ Before the two of y’all go anyyyyywheeeerrrrree, Joshua is making sure you have sunscreen on. Nothing is happening to you on his watch, not even a little sunburn!

♡ Anything you might need gets thrown in his bag in fact; it’s so adorable you can’t even bring yourself to tease him for bringing a bag just to a carnival day.

♡ Once you’re situated, though, that’s when Josh can let his crazy side out a little 😌 he’s taking you on a roller coaster just so you guys can yell funny stuff at the top of the hill & practically giving you a heart attack sneaking up behind you in the hall of mirrors. But he makes up for it by falling into you & turning the scare into a back hug!

♡ Joshua is the type to want to experience it all with you, not a single stone unturned. You guys will manage to cram in every ride, but it won’t feel overwhelming because he’s efficient about it 😌

♡ You guys end the night in the Tunnel of Love where he takes your hand & asks if he can kiss you 🥰

Jun

♡ He gets so excited, taking your hand & interlocking your fingers before running through all the stands & rides 🥺

♡ ‘Let’s get ice cream!’ ‘Maybe we should get the tilt-a-whirl out of the way first?’ ‘Good point. Let’s go on the tilt-a-whirl.’ *Jun proceeds to slightly regret going on the tilt-a-whirl*

♡ You jokingly put an ear headband from one of the accessory stalls on his head, but he wears it proudly, doing a matching pose that you think is so cute you end up taking a ton of selfies together. Jun ends up buying them & wearing them with you for the rest of the day! Every time he looks over at you on a ride with a big wide sunshiney grin on your face, he can't help but boop your nose!

♡ Ok, rides over, ice cream time! The person making the sundaes can't help but laugh as Jun excitedly adds more & more to your shared treat with wide, childlike eyes.

♡ Any excuse to be corny, Jun takes it. 'You've got some chocolate syrup there.' 'Where?' *smooch* right there 😏

Hoshi

♡ Fair warning: he is going to want to drag you onto every huge roller coaster, so hope you like those rides or are willing to wait for him on them 🎢

♡ He also becomes DEAD SET on winning you a plushie, but not just any plushie, a tiger one of course 😌 before he gives it to you, he holds it up to face him & gives it a stern talking to about how it should protect you…but also not steal all your cuddles because those are his 😤🥺

♡ There’s a live band going by the food area, so once you’re done with your meal he takes your hand, leading you onto a patch of open grass to dance. He spins you so fast, you joke that you don’t need to go on the teacups anymore!

♡ Y’all two goofballs joke about doing the Lady & the Tramp scene with a churro, but then of course you actually try it. You can’t even get halfway through because you’re laughing too hard, just splitting the churro like normal people.

♡ Besides, he wanted to save the kiss for the top of the roller coaster anyway >:( that way it’s nice & dramatic at that highest-hill pause, you guys feeling up with the clouds & a bunch of tension you need to release. It’s so worth your priceless expression of shock & the way your smile widens into a shout of laughter, your hand reaching to squeeze Soonyoung’s as you make the next tight turn.

Wonwoo

♡ Wonwoo manages to put a unique twist on such a timeless classic of an experience, spreading out a blanket in between some of the grody plastic tables in the eating area so you guys can sit on the grass instead, all your little dishes of street food suddenly becoming a picnic.

♡ There’s a stall where you can paint a little keepsake sign, so you guys stop there to have something you made together as a memento for the day ☺️

♡ You did a combo of both of your favorite colors, unaware but pleasantly surprised how complimentary they are. ‘One last thing, don’t forget,’ Wonwoo tells you. ‘What’s that?’ ‘The date, so we’ll never forget when this was.’ Simple words, but they tug in your heart nonetheless.

♡ I hope you weren’t expecting Wonwoo to let you win any carnival games…he does not 😔 he can’t help himself being good at games & watching you pout when you lose is just too cute. Somehow, you can’t stay mad at his mischievous little smile. Maybe you aren’t the only adorable one in the relationship!

♡ The only time you get to win a game is when you distract him with a kiss & Wonwoo.exe stops working 😌😌😌

Woozi

♡ There's just something magical about Jihoon that makes even the noise, lights, & bustle of a busy carnival draped in every color of the rainbow feel intimate.

♡ Maybe it's the way he tries to ignore the crowds, looking almost pointedly at you & only you. Maybe it's the way he prepares your funnel cake for you exactly how you like it, pouring your drink for you as if it were wine at a fancy restaurant.

♡ He even lets you bring him onto the merry-go-round, just shaking his head with exasperation at the things he gets into because of you. Besides, he gets to take some cute pictures of you smiling back at him & reaching for his hand 🥰

♡ Y’all have tons of fun on the teacups, your boyfriend receiving relentless teasing about how strong he is when he turns the wheel so fast. He gets so flustered your spinning slows down & you have to pick up some slack 🥺

♡ At the end of the night, you guys take a series of selfies under a light up sign shaped like a heart, one where Jihoon has his arm around you, one where your hands are making a heart, & one where you pull him in for a surprise kiss, pleased smile just starting to form on his face 😉

DK

♡ He will go on ANY ride you really want to, but warning: may squeeze your hand super duper tight & scream a lot.

♡ 'Should we get our faces painted?' 'Do you want to risk what would happen with a stage if you can't rinse it off?' 'Alright, that's actually a great point. You're so smart 🥺'

♡ Suddenly Seokmin gasps, all but startling you as he yanks you forward towards some stall or another. '(y/n), look!' WIN A GOLDFISH, the big sign reads. 'You want one?' You giggle. 'Yes, look at the little black one, he's so cute!' What can you say, your boyfriend's joy is infectious.

♡ He makes the most hilarious overly serious expression before a simple ring toss that that alone has you in stitches, but he's actually a great shot; his second throw is perfect, winning him the fish of his dreams. 'What should we name him?' 'Lee Seokmin The Second.' 'Do we look alike?' *holds up bag to his head & does fish lips*

♡ Logistics of a goldfish joining your date were not considered, thus Seokmin Junior requires a bit of juggling, getting set down on tables numerous times when your boyfriend decides it's time for an impromptu carnival music dance or to gently place a headband he found on you to see how cute it looks. He actually apologizes out loud to the fish before setting him down to cup your face & kiss you, leaving you smiling into it.

Mingyu

♡ Insists on trying the test your strength game part 2. Slams the hammer so quickly you have to jump back, chuckling at your giant puppy of a boyfriend's eagerness.

♡ The bell rings, of course, earning Mingyu his pick of a whole slew of plushies. He chooses the one that's your favorite color with a grin.

♡ After that the pair of you try an assortment of the finger foods from a few different stalls, Mingyu feeding you from his own dish. As he watches your eyes turn upward in pleasure at the amazing taste, he vows to find the recipe for all your favorite things & make them for you at home!

♡ Please don't try to make him go on all the scary rides :(((( just no loop-de-loops or drop towers ok? In fact, just enjoy the comedy of all his reactions to simply watching other people get sent down the drop tower.

♡ But it's ok, he decides to try out the swing ride, which is a little nerve-wracking with the heights, but not too bad when he gets to reach across & hold your hand. Benefits of being tall 😌 the moment you get off the ride he pretends like he thought he wasn't going to see you again so he can put on a whole dramatic act & kiss you like a movie hero hehe

The8

♡ You guys beeline for the caricature stand because what better way to remember the day by? 😌 the artist is really nice & respectful too, not one of the ones that makes an insulting ‘joke’ picture, just a cute cartoon of you & Minghao!

♡ Passing by some of the games, you see one of those semi-creepy mannequin fortune teller guys seated in his little glass prison. ‘He’s kind of scary, isn’t he?’ Minghao comments. ‘Yeah,’ you agree, shudder melting into a grin, ‘let’s try it!’ ‘I don’t believe it’s accurate or anything.’ ‘Neither do I, but just for fun!’

♡ 'True love eternal will find its way to you soon.'

The paper spat out by the box reads. 'You know what?' The corners of your mouth turn upward as Minghao takes the paper from your hand, fingers brushing yours with every bit of electricity as the first time. 'I think I do believe it.'

♡ Next stop: the hall of mirrors! You go in fully expecting to just laugh at how silly & distorted you & Minghao look, but your boyfriend utilizes the blur to take some actually legitimately cool pictures, too, like the artist he is 🤩

♡ The picture he takes in a spot that casts endless repeated reflections is his favorite, the frame filled with the image of him & the person he loves most joined in a kiss reminding him of the way you occupy his mind.

Seungkwan

♡ He makes friends with a baby the lady in front of you in line is holding, playing with him the entire time you two are waiting for the spinning cups. He’s actually lowkey sad when they get separated 🥺

♡ You guys laugh your heads off on the teacup ride though, you insisting on spinning it as fast as humanly possible as he tries to keep up, totally contrasting the way he shouts warnings to stop.

♡ As you stroll through the show of lights & colors, Seungkwan glances down shyly; you notice, the smile you give him encouraging enough for him to muster his courage & take your hand, fingers intertwining perfectly with yours.

♡ He keeps putting off going in the ferris wheel until suddenly the stars are out & it’s all he wants to do. He was saving it for one special moment, something he’s always dreamed of doing.

♡ You lean closer into him, for though the night’s not so cold, as you reach the top the breeze chills slightly. Stealing a glance reveals a look of soft, joyous admiration on Seungkwan’s face, & you matching it is all it takes for him to close the gap between you two, his lips meeting yours as you reach the highest point, closest to the stars.

Vernon

♡ ‘How’d they manage to deep-fry those?’ ‘I don’t know, but I dare you to try one.’ ‘Only if you do!’ ‘You’re on.’

♡ You guys load up on way too much carnival food to do any roller coasters right away, so instead you decide to chill for a while in the petting zoo. Sure, you & Vernon are the only adults beside one dad, but you don't care. All that matters is petting an alpaca, which you get to do 😌

♡ Spending time there also grants you the opportunity to get the most adorable pictures of your boyfriend ranging from him surrounded & almost getting knocked over by a slew of baby goats that realized he had food or one of him holding a sweet fluffy little white lamb 🥺

♡ Y’all also go in the haunted house, AKA the perfect place to see Vernon’s hilarious reactions to the jumpscares. Beyond that, he’s actually pretty calm, so you guys sort of just end up admiring what they’ve done with the place DHCGXVSGXDHSRDVY

♡ Once you finally do go on a roller coaster, his hair gets all messed up from the wind & you tease him about it, but reach your hands up to fix it. He just looks at you with heart eyes until you’re done, your hands slowly dropping until he catches them. When you look up, that’s when he leans in to connect your lips.

Dino

♡ Wants to play allllll of the games! So of course you guys have some loving competition 😌 the bet is that whoever wins more games gets to direct the rest of the evening, so if there's anything that seems scary, well there's some incentive!

♡ Oh? What's that? Scary you say??? That's right, Chan challenges you to a walkthrough of the haunted house too. No bets, just to see who gets more scared. At least that's what he claims, but what he really wants is to 'protect' you & have an excuse to hold you.

♡ So even if you don't seem all that scared, he's draping an arm around your shoulders going 'You're so frightened, aren't you? Don't worry 😏' shhhh just let him have this.

♡ He didn't let you win any of the games anyway, nope, so he gets to control what you do! This advantage is used to force you to let him spoil you 😈 for example, when your feet start hurting he insists on carrying you. 'Nope, no buts, I'm the winner remember 😌'

♡ As you guys leave, you still clinging onto Chan, hands around his neck, he stops, pulling you into a nice little corner where the lights still barely reach, illuminating the lines of your boyfriend's face as he turns you around in his hold. Fireworks go off- literally- as you kiss, the carnival launching off bursts of color into the sky right as your lips meet.

[luminouslywriting]

just read your domestic Buck headcanons and I LOVE them 🥰 i'd be interested to know more about the kitchen sex and praise

Ooh I am just loving getting these asks!! Keep sending them my way because I really do enjoy them! You're all so lovely! Again, please note I don't write full smut, but this one was a little fun haha! Hopefully it was what you were looking for!

Warning: Spice below the cut haha!

-Gale has long and hard days at work and if he comes home and you're in the kitchen....it's just a recipe for disaster and spice, let me be the first to say!

-Because it goes one of two ways—

Gale comes home and literally just stops you in the middle of whatever you're doing (whether it be cutting vegetables, setting the table, pouring a drink, it does not matter what it is), and in that nice voice of his goes, "Honey, I'm starving."

-IT IS NOT FOR FOOD BABE

-If he's in that sort of a mood, things get carried away awful fast and the kitchen will need a deep cleaning

-You can forget about cooking if that's the sort of mood that he's in because he's going to be feasting on you minimum 4-5 times before the clock has even hit 9 pm.

-It's in these sorts of moods that he wants to focus entirely on you and losing himself IN YOU

-Man's has been working hard and doing his best to provide for you and sometimes, it's more of a present and a treat for him to get to spoil you in this way than for you to pleasure him

-That means he's absolutely not letting you get handsy while he's being handsy and mouthy haha

-He draws those orgasms OUT and yes, several a meal has been burned or discarded in the Cleven household over this

-You could be attempting to stop the fire on the stove and that man wouldn't even remove his right hand from you while the left attempts to put out the fire haha

2. It's a softer version of this—but essentially, if you're in the kitchen and you're eating or you're cooking, he likes to watch you

-Gale is a really observant person and he internalizes a lot of his feelings and so he'll watch you very lovingly doing things

-A lot of the time, this ends in him hugging you from behind or wanting to dance with you in the kitchen

-Or if you're both eating and he's feeling particularly clingy that day, he'll just pull you into his lap and you'll have to move your food to adjust to said demands

-These are all things that have led to some spicer situations in said kitchen

Other notes about the kitchen:

-Places that have needed to be sanitized: Against the fridge, the floor, atop the countertop, atop the dinner table, the dining room chairs, pretty much any available counter space that exists, the door to the kitchen, etc.

As for the praise thing haha:

-I just really believe that he's a very soft-spoken man who doesn't verbalize a lot, so it's important to him in sex to let you know how beautiful and loved and important you are

-Yes, he definitely says, "Good girl," multiple times

-Doesn't really swear during sex but has when things have gotten to be overstimulating for either of you haha

-If you have insecurities about a certain portion of your body, you best believe that he's taking the time during sex to reassure you that he wholeheartedly knows that you're beautiful and loves every single part of yourself

-He might even make you do positive affirmations about your body afterwards just to make sure the lessons have sunk in

-If not.....😌 then he's about to have a great time teaching you how to love yourself more

[bunnywithablog]

Hii, can I request fluff headcanons mangle with female reader?

of course i can!! i used she/they pronouns to refer to mangle btw. :) thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy! 💗

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pairing: FNAF 2 - mangle x f!reader - fluff hc's

- it’s not hard to see that mangle is a,,, pretty odd animatronic, to say the least

- but what was probably more odd than them to both employees and patrons was the bond you had formed with the animatronic

- when kids weren’t pulling apart and piecing together mangle, they were usually avoiding kid's cove entirely

- but you?

- you would spend any moment mangle wasn’t swarmed chatting the time away

- really, there’s nothing they appreciated more than your company 💗

- it's nice to be treated as another being and not just a monster or something to be ripped apart without regard

- mangle takes a great interest in your life outside the pizzeria, especially your hobbies and preferences!

- not only do they wanna know more about the outside world, but more importantly, they wanna know what you like 🥺

- "what ab— about your favorite food? oh— oh! or how about songs? what songs do you— you like to listen to?"

- if any of your favorite songs are in the pizzeria database, she might just sing a few for you :>

- never gets tired of you going on and on about yourself 🥺💗

- they're so obsessed with your style, put on little fashion shows for them!! she absolutely loves it and thinks you look so adorable!! 💗

- one time you brought them a bow that matched the colour of your outfit and it immediately brought tears to their eyes,,,

- they were so excited, they almost completely crushed you with their hug!! ×_×

- its become a weekly ritual ever since!! :>

- every friday you show up with a piece of ribbon matching your outfit colours and tie it up into a pretty bow on her framework for both of you to rock the look!!

- in return, they sneak you any of the limited edition plushies you want from the prize corner whenever the monthly shipments come in >:)

- pretty please let her paint your nails?? 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

- definitely paint hers too! especially if the color also compliments or matches with the weekly ribbon!!

- if you wear lipstick or colored gloss, they'll proudly parade around with your kiss marks all over their face 😌

- would leave kisses all over you too if she could!!!

- is the type to throw a billion compliments your way and genuinely means every one of them 💗

- and if you're too busy for her to flirt with you, they'll hang down from the ceiling and quickly nuzzle their nose against yours before darting up and away again

- also just loves seeing you get all flustered because of it

- they like being close to you in any capacity!! be it holding hands, laying her head in your lap, or even just sitting together 💗

- mangle is fiercely protective over you too!

- not only do they use their facial scanner to keep suspicious people away, but she'll also get confrontational with the other animatronics if they're hostile toward you

- let's just say toy chica almost lost more than just her beak once

- on slow days, they'll just follow you around the pizzeria whilst you carry out your duties

- peers over your shoulder or hangs above you watching curiously, tilting their heads this way and that to get a better look at what you're doing

- loves to chip in and help wherever they can!! it's also an excuse to do something together <3

- they'll even tap into the radio to play some tunes for both of you to jam out to while you work :p

- one time the two of you were cleaning out an old supply closet together when you practically squealed, saying you found a surprise for them

- couldn't believe it when you turned around with an old manual on her model clasped in your hands!

- "no way!" 😮

- "yes way!! maybe this thing has instructions on how to put you together the right way! c'mon, let's look through it!" 😁

- "oh, sweetie..." 🥺💗

- you already won over her heart the day you first approached her

- but from the moment you vowed you'd figure out how to assemble them correctly, she knew she'd be yours forever,,,, 💗

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[birinboom]

let's play domestic life f/o ask game! 😌

pretty please: ⛈️, 🧭, 🔑, 🎬 and 🕯️. thank youuu~ 😘

Kleines!! Thank you so much for playing!! 🥰😘💖💖💖

⛈️ - what do you do when there's bad storms? is there anything you do to comfort each other? or maybe you like to watch the storms? I can handle thunder, even pretty violent thunder, without too many issues. Doesn’t mean I’ll say no to a cuddle though.

But if we’re talking about typhoons, I’m a bit more of a mess. We spend a while prepping, boarding up windows, trying to secure the garden as much as we can. Potted plants and furniture either go inside or into our gardening shed. We bring the mattress down into the living room just in case the roof gets damaged, and we prep for losing power with a bit of non-perishable food, bottled water, flashlights, and a battery-driven radio.

Once the wind really picks up, I’m useless. I get so scared, to the point where all I can really do is lie in Soshiro’s arms and shiver. Soshiro, however, is completely unphased through all of this. I guess he grew up with typhoons so he’s used to it. (I grew up with hurricanes too, but they were never as bad!) We live quite far inland so we don’t really have to worry about flooding beyond what the rain causes.

And you can miss me with earthquakes completely! 😅 Don’t like those AT ALL!

🧭 - what's your ideal travel spot? if you could own a vacation home with your f/o, where would your home be? Let’s see, an ideal traveling spot for us would be somewhere with a lot of history, sights to see, food to try, and nature to enjoy. We both like getting ALL the senses going while we’re traveling

As for a vacation home, it might be somewhere in the north where it’s at least a little bit colder so we (read: me) can escape the summer heat

🔑 - which one of you locks themselves out of the house more often? I’d like to say neither. I’d like to. But it’s most likely me 😅 watch me leave my keys in my other purse. We have a spare key hidden in our garden shed, and we’ve talked about getting a keypad lock for the back door so I don’t have to worry

🎬 - is there a go to movie that you and your f/o watch on a movie night? do they have a favorite? who picks the movies? We tend to take turns picking movies. Though, if I’m being honest, I probably get to pick more often. 

We tend to have the same taste in movies. We both like comedy, animation, fantasy, and sci fi, though Soshirou tends to find superhero movies boring. He’s not fond of romantic movies either, though I can talk him into watching rom coms on occasion. At the same time he likes those artsy, foreign movies that bore me to tears. We each make sure to suffer through the other’s movie choices on occasion 😴

🕯️ - do you keep candles in your home? what kinds of candles do you like? what kinds do your f/o like? This is one of those times where I love something and Soshiro doesn’t really care and is happy to go along with what I want. I love candles. I love watching the flame. I love candles that have a soft scent of vanilla or flowers. I love wax melts too. Soshiro only really has a few opinions on scent; like me he prefers candles with a soft scent. Though he sometimes picks out ones that smell like cookies or candy. I try to avoid those myself bc they just make me hungry 😔 I don’t dislike them enough to argue about it though

Domestic life f/o ask game

[outerbankies]

number 7 on kisses for the prompt list 😌

wooooooooo thank you for this!!! number 7 is: I know we're fighting but come here (swoons)

new light: look at us now — rafe cameron

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warnings: mentions of possible infidelity, swearing

“Who are you talking to so early?” 

Rafe ambles into the kitchen, your dog Sadie close behind him, just as you wrap up your conversation and set your phone face down on the kitchen counter, scrubbing over your face with your hand and letting out a gigantic sigh.

“Margot,” you finally say, before reaching over and refilling your coffee from the pot. You grab one of Rafe’s favorite mugs from the dish rack, one he bought from his go-to coffee spot back in his college town, in order to pour him a cup, too. “She called me on her break.”

When you hand the coffee off to him, Rafe presses a kiss to the top of your head, sending you to sit down at the counter with gentle a hand on your lower back. His fluffy, morning hair glows like a halo around him, your sleep-deprived mind thinks.

When he speaks again it’s slow and deep. “Must’ve been urgent. Hey, want a yogurt bowl?” 

“Might just grab a bagel on the way in,” you contemplate, shrugging at the decision. 

But Rafe pouts.

“C’mon, let me make you breakfast,” he pleads. “Please?”

You lean up slightly over the counter, smacking a kiss into his pouted lips where they await yours. “If you insist.” 

“I do,” he answers readily, cracking his first smile of the morning, always your favorite. “I do insist. Margot okay?”

“Yeah, she’s… I don’t know, this whole thing with Kelce is wild,” you say, resting your cheek on your fist, watching Rafe pull out yogurt, granola and berries in just his boxers and an old gray long-sleeve, almost threadbare it’s so old and worn. You could get him as many new versions as you wanted, but he’d always insist on his old faithful on the chilly mornings. 

“They’re still…?” he asks, surprised. Rafe doesn’t name it, and honestly neither would you. Because nobody’s really sure what Kelce and Margot are doing—it’s somewhere between hooking up and seeing each other and full-on dating. It’s none of those things but also all of them at once.

“She flew to Texas this weekend.”

Rafe sighs, shaking his head and turning around to open a cabinet and grab two bowls. “She’s gotta leave that alone.”

“Hm?” you ask, suddenly distracted when your dog Captain tries to force himself under your chair, the weight of his body pushing you around slightly. Sadie’s in the kitchen patiently under Rafe’s foot, not yet wise enough to know she won’t get any scraps until you’re both finished eating. 

“He’s rebounding hard. She’s gonna get hurt,” Rafe says matter-of-factly. 

You study him for a second, as he moves about what he’s doing, like he isn’t giving much thought to what he’d even said. “Why does it have to be her that gets hurt?”

“Because this is what Kelce does. He took Therese really hard, and Margot’s always there,” he says.

“Rafe,” you say, your hand splayed outward in question, now slightly alarmed. “What?”

He sighs, leaning into the blue tile counter. “She is. She was there after Sidney—”

“That was high school.”

“She was there in college, when we’re pretty sure she was still dating that guy from her school,” he fires back.

Your mouth falls open slightly. “I didn’t tell you that so you could use it against her.”

“I’m not,” he says. “I don’t have anything against Margs, you know that.”

“Then why are you… why are you making her sound like some obsessed girl that Kelce has to beat back with a stick?

Rafe suddenly drops the bag of granola he’d been holding onto the counter, frustrated. “Y’know I’m not saying that.”

“He invited her to Texas, or was that part not clear to you?”

“Okay, well that’s his mistake then,” he shrugs. 

“So pursuing Margot is a mistake?” you challenge.

“He’s not pursuing her,” Rafe claims, finally going back to his task at hand. “Not seriously. And I’ll bet she knows that.”

A thought occurs to you at his words, indicating he’s so sure of Kelce’s feelings. Rafe seemed genuinely surprised they were still at it though, and he wouldn’t tell a white lie about something so trivial. Unless… “Did Kelce say something to you?” 

“No, Kelce didn’t say anything to me,” he says, now sounding annoyed. “And honestly, the fact that he hasn’t kind of says something in and of itself.” 

Margot had been as unsure as Rafe is on the phone this morning—worried that she’d end up hurting Kelce or herself if something didn’t work out between them. It made you sad, of course it did, that two of your closest friends couldn’t figure things out the way you’d always maybe secretly hoped they would.

Margot and Kelce were a crazy pairing to begin with—both extroverted and loud, the leaders of the pack and the centers of attention. You’d never really saw them ending up together, but you can only hope every time they start something up again.

“I just don’t think it’s fair to pin it all on Margot. He could be rebounding with anyone, even someone in his state,” you finally say.

“I’m not pinning anything,” Rafe says, hands on his hips. “Kelce will get just as hurt when this thing goes up in flames.” 

You stand up at that. “Why do they have to get hurt? Why does it have to go up in flames?” 

Rafe sighs, pouring honey over your bowl how he knows you like it, even if he doesn’t need it for his own. And if he does it a little angrily, jerking the bottle around before setting it down on the counter with finality, you can’t help but take notice. “This is stupid. We’re arguing about shit that isn’t even ours to argue about.”

“Fuck, Rafe,” you say indignantly. “I was just trying to tell you about my call, and you turned it into this entire thing about—”

“I didn’t make it a thing,” he accuses, dipping his spoon into his bowl, eating it right at the counter instead of coming to sit next to you, almost like he’s challenging you. “You made it a thing.” 

You cross your arms over your chest stubbornly, annoyed that you have to turn down the breakfast that was starting to look really good right in front of you—he’d added those strawberries you love, the ones from the farmer’s market on Sundays—and be annoyed and melancholy at work all day, after grabbing that last-minute bagel on the way to the office after all.

“This is me not making it a thing,” you say, turning on your heel with your head held high.

You begin to rethink almost everything you said that morning as soon as you reach the landing of the stairs, when you hear Rafe mutter a ‘fuck,’ accompanied by the sound of his spoon loudly clattering into his bowl.

—

Rafe avoided you all day, wanting to give you space and leave some for himself, too. He didn’t want to let anything fester for long, he never did, but he waited until enough time had passed that he felt stupid about the entire thing, about ever taking up arms at the crack of dawn over something so unimportant. 

But more importantly than all of that, Rafe knew that Kelce and Margot would work their shit out—he was worried about Kelce, about both of them, and that’s truly where it’d all stemmed from. But it was nothing for the two of you get so worked up over, in the kitchen at breakfast no less, when you’re his favorite version of you. Rafe loved mornings with you, loved the extra fluff to your hair and the tired droop of your eyes, the way you spoke in hushed tones to him and scratched his back without him asking.

He can blame it on something stupid, like the lack of sleep he’d had the night before, but Rafe knows he’ll own up to it, no matter what.

But he’ll do it after he checks out the break that’s just a few blocks over and down some wooden steps, he decides, sitting in your back garden with his wet suit pulled up to his hips while he finishes waxing his surfboard. 

What he didn’t mentally plan for, throughout his entire work day as the way he’d hoped this conversation would go began to take shape in his mind, is for you to come out to the garden still in your work clothes—your shoes kicked off immediately at the door, he guesses—the saddest pair of eyes he’d ever seen looking at him. 

“Hi,” you say quietly.

“Hi,” he returns, resolve paper thin.

“I know we’re fighting, but…”

Rafe doesn’t even sigh, placing his surf board out of the way before settling back into the chaise lounge. “Come here.”

He’s relieved when you come to him immediately, letting him tug you down into his space, squeezing your arms around his neck while his hands rub up and down your back.

He presses a kiss into the side of your head, letting out a surprised hum when you turn your head and find his lips instead, your affections surprising but never unwelcome. 

“I’m not fighting with you,” he murmurs.

“You didn’t text me on your lunch,” you say, pulling back so your lips are brushing his with every syllable. “You always text me on your lunch.”

“Because I thought you were fighting with me.”

“Uh-uh,” you answer sadly, shaking your head. Rafe kisses you again, pouring every ounce of remorse he feels into you.

“Margot’s not crazy,” he finally says, once you both come up for air. “There’s something there with Kelce, I’m sure there is. But he’s just hurting right now.”

“He is?” you wonder, pulling back to look at him, worry all over your face. The wind blows some into your face but Rafe pushes it behind your ear immediately, not passing up the chance to feel the soft skin of your cheek under his palm. 

“Think so,” Rafe shrugs. “I wasn’t lying when I told you he won’t speak to me about it. And that’s how I know it’s bad.”

“Kelso,” you pout.

“I think Margot’s just… too much too soon for him. They’re too close. He cares about her,” he points out, looking past the rows of houses and out to where the sun is beginning its descent down to the water. “It’s messy, and I just—I worry.”

“About them?” you ask.

“About them,” he agrees, before cutting his eyes back down to you. “And about you.”

“Me?” you question.

“I don’t want you to get too invested in them,” he says. “You feel all of their emotions, you’ll get caught in the middle when it doesn’t work out.” 

Rafe can tell by the look on your face that his suspicions are correct, that you were already in the process of becoming way too involved.

“They’re both your best friends. They’re both our best friends,” he continues. “You have to let them figure it out, and we can pick up the pieces if we need to. I’ll help.”

You sigh, saying nothing for a while, just leaning into his body and seeming content to be held. “You don’t think they could have something like we do?” you say, pulling back to look up into his eyes.

Rafe doesn’t speak his truth, that he doesn’t think anyone can, ever, have what the two of you have—even if he’d love to see all of his friends try and come close. He does his best to fake a laugh instead, hands tightening around you. “They’d be off to a much different start, that’s for sure.”

“Do you think… hm,” you taper off, suddenly looking away.

Rafe taps your thigh. “What?”

You look back at him nervously, your lips doing that twitchy thing they do when you’re embarrassed. You shift out of his lap, sitting fully in the chair beside him, your legs still splayed over his as you lean back on your hands. “I thought of a question, but I’m nervous to hear your answer.” 

“Baby,” Rafe says. “Now I have to know.”

“Don’t lie,” you warn.

“Never.” 

“When we were younger, or even if—even around when we started dating,” you begin nervously. “Would you have wanted to do what they do? With me?”

Rafe can feel his grin overtaking his face, and you let out a groan before he even answers. 

“Just to make sure I understand—you’re asking if I ever wanted to hook up with you?”

“No. I’m taking it back, actually,” you say, covering your face with one hand. Rafe tugs it away immediately, temporarily pushing you back into the chair so he can lean over you, pressing another long kiss to your lips, long enough until you can let go of your embarrassment. 

“Of course I wanted to,” Rafe says, kissing you again as if to prove his point. “But I would’ve been lying to myself, and to you, if I ever acted like I didn’t want more.”

“I told you not to lie,” you accuse, pushing him off of you momentarily.

He shrugs. “Not lying. I’ve always wanted more.”

You touch his face like you believe him, swiping a thumb over his bottom lip before being the one to initiate another kiss this time. “Really?”

“Really. Did I ever make you feel like I didn’t?” 

“Never,” you smile, letting your arms splay out as Rafe leans down to pay attention to your neck, almost getting distracted before he realizes something.

“What about you?”

You laugh loudly, the sound sending a warm feeling from Rafe’s stomach out to his entire body, all the way down to his fingers and toes. “Are you kidding? You would’ve ruined my life.”

“I’d have never risked it, baby, I swear. I cared about you way too much,” he admits. 

“You don’t think they care about each other the same way as we do?” you ask quietly.

“No. I think they do, but it’s different,” Rafe says. 

You sigh, shifting under Rafe’s arm, where he’d fully laid down beside you. “I don’t care. I just want them to be happy. With each other or not.” 

“I know, sweetheart,” Rafe says, trailing his fingers up and down your bare arm, pressing a kiss into the crown of your hair.

“Plus, we’re the only couple in our group,” you say. “What if everyone started calling them ‘mom and dad’ instead?”

“Blasphemous.”

“And you know they’d get married first,” you continue. “Kelce is impulsive, and Margot has a timeline in her notes.” 

“Do you have a timeline?” Rafe wonders.

“I used to,” you answer, looking up at him again, like you’re daring him to challenge you on it. 

Rafe checks his watch, noting the dwindling sunlight. “Does it allot time for a sunset surf?”

“With me? Right now?” you ask excitedly, alright shifting to stand up. 

Rafe can ask about the timeline later, or not. He has a feeling you haven’t followed it exactly, but he also has a feeling that you don’t mind. He hopes you’d have already told him if you did.

“Yes you, and yes right now,” he says, standing before offering a hand to you. “I didn’t buy you that wetsuit for Christmas just so it could collect dust in our closet.” 

[putschki1969]

2024/02/10 Blog post by Wakana おしゃべりガーデン第6回目！〜みんなのバレンタインと美味しいチョコレート♡〜

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Talk Garden vol.6！〜Everyone's Valentine And Delicious Chocolate♡〜

Vol.6 of Wakana's Talk Garden has been uploaded! ＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／ First of all, thank you so much for sending me so many Valentine's Day memories! ! 😂😂 I was wondering what would happen after I had made my blog post last time because it was so close to the deadline, surprisingly, it turned out to be the highest number of submissions ever! ! ! *laughs* There were so many people who sent a submission for the first time! ! 😭[I was one of them XD] I really felt everyone's love...😭✨It's almost as if I received Valentine's Day gifts a little early...😭💕I'm so grateful💕 As always, it was fun talking to you! ︎Sharing everyone's stories, tears, laughter, and warmth...♡ But!!When it comes to tragic stories, no one can beat me! ! 🤣 I don't think anyone reasonable would disagree with me on this, right? 😂😂 *laughs* (By the way, now that I think about it, it might have been 3rd grade instead of 1st grade *laughs*) Well, those are treasured memories...😌✨ [Note: She is talking about something "incredibly sad" that happened to her in elementary school. There was a boy she liked a lot so Wakana asked her mum to help her prepare some chocolate for him. After she gave him the chocolate he was quite apologetic and pretty much told her straight-up that he didn't like her. Needless to say, Wakana's little heart was broken into pieces.]

In the last blog post, I talked about a``mysterious chocolate that was so delicious but I couldn't remember its name,'' I did my best to search for it and... I actually discovered it! ! ･:*+.\(( °ω° ))/.:+ I managed to order it from an official website that said they would ship it right away! ! Ta da~♡

The mysterious delicious chocolate shop is actually a Belgian chocolate specialty store called “Rêve De Bijoux”! Apparently it's a select shop that sells a variety of Belgian chocolates that are carefully selected every year･:*+.\(( °ω° ))/.:+ It is not the same chocolate I used to eat, their selections seems to have evolved so the "chocolate of memories" no longer exists🤔I decided to choose a chocolate that had a similar shape to the one I had gotten in the past, I also chose a brand that I had purchased before😁

This is ZUUT's new product, "ZUUT Praline -2024 New Selection-"🍫 (I've bought some of their chocolate before) Way too beautiful...✨ It's almost a waste to eat them...✨(I will though)

And this is the chocolate of my memories, Rêve De Bijoux! ! (the box itself has not changed at all) The contents are all new though, I haven't had any of these before! This truffle seems to be very popular 😳💓 I am sharing my reaction on the podcast! ! So be sure to listen to it😆

And here is the decaffeinated coffee I drank with my chocolate ☕️ It's the instant coffee on the right. Although it is caffeine-free, it has a strong refined taste and is delicious 😳 (despite being instant) Personally, I like the fact that there is not a lot of acidity! What's even better is that it's organic and decaffeinated without the use of chemicals ♡

The drip coffee on the left is not decaffeinated but I really like it ☕️ It's called Cafe Verona from Starbucks. It has a very bitter taste that I occasionally crave😍

I had a lot of fun ordering chocolates and taking advantage the talk theme for the episode 😂 If you have any delicious sweets or foods you recommend, please let me know 😄 The next talk theme for March 10th will be “Graduation Memories”! ! Memories of your graduation ceremony from your school days, or when you graduated from ◯◯, etc, everything is welcome🤗 It shouldn't be that difficult! *laughs* I'm waiting for your submissions! ! !

Thank you to everyone who watched “Wakana 5th Anniversary “Prologue” ~Premium Online Live~” held on February 6th! ! ! 😭✨ You can still watch the archived video until the 13th (Tuesday), so I don't want to reveal too much! ! 😂 Let's just say, something quite shocking occured🤣 If you haven't seen it yet, please be sure to check it out! ! 😂😂

During this online event, I also announced my next live! ＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／ “Wakana 5th Anniversary Live” Date: May 12, 2024 Venue: I'M A SHOW Yurakucho Marion Appearing artists: Wakana, Satoshi Takebe, etc.

I wanted to start this year's 5th Anniversary celebrations with all of my fan club members. But I also want to use this year to share my music with many more people, that's why we have decided to hold a proper band live for the first time in a long time😄!! ️ Everyone, please come to "I'M A SHOW" in Yurakucho on May 12th! ! ＼(^o^)／

Lastly , here's a picture of myself and Sakurada-san who joined me on the piano on February 6th♪

Well, that's it for today. Until next time~☆( *'▽'*)/

＊＊＊Wakana＊＊＊

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Vol 6 Topic “Memories of Valentine's Day”

OMG, I can't believe she actually read my message😳 I always stress way too much over what to write and I am generally super self-conscious when it comes to my Japanese skills so I never really leave any comments, let alone long messages. But Wakana's blog post from last time made me feel so bad for her that I couldn't help but submit at least something. Apparently, lots of other people felt the same way XD That makes it all the more surprising my message ended up being chosen. I had no idea it would be so embarrassing to hear her read my message🙈 Especially now that it turns out my guess about the mysterious chocolate was completely off. I speculated that she might have talked about a popular Austrian sweet called "Mozartkugel" but turns out she was talking about a special chocolate from Belgium (see images above). Oh well, the message was a great transition to her introducing the chocolate and doing a little taste test. And I am happy that she at least remembers receiving my packages of "Mozartkugeln" during various lives. Also, this is the third time she has mentioned "Sachertorte" in relation to Vienna so I guess she must be pretty obsessed with it. I need to find a way to bring one as present for her.

For next month’s episode which is scheduled to air on March 10th, the topic is “Memories of Graduation” The submission deadline is 02/29.

[umemiyan]

Was that overstim and /p i s s/ in the tags 👀 bc if so please continue I'd love to learn more

yes, yes it was!!!!!!! i just think that method of humiliation might be a useful tool when it comes to your little bro haruka 😌 it’s about breaking him down and forcing him to lay a part of himself out for you. he can’t emotionally run away or hide when he’s being laid out bare like that, and even if he struggles with it, it’s almost necessary in a way.

stripping him down to the basic, dirty human version of himself that he always subconsciously thinks is so impossible to accept. but if you accept it, it starts healing a little part of him.

maybe you’re mean about it at first to get your foot in the door. he’s an abrasive individual and will try to stomp out deliberate acts of care and kindness, so you kinda have to match his harsh energy initially.

keep his back pressed to your chest, secured by an arm wrapped around his own even if he wriggles beneath it. your other hand keeps pumping his worn-out cock, wet and sticky from the cum you’ve milked out of it, but he’s still letting you of course, despite being able to break free if he wanted.

he’s a fucking overstimulated mess, caught between pretending like he doesn’t want it and very, very much wanting it, loving it, craving more. you have to use that knowledge to your advantage, saying things like “see? you love getting wrecked like this. your pretty cock adores the attention.”

and when you’ve overstimulated him to the point where his brain hardly works, where he’s still writhing but it’s sloppier and slower in nature, his body can’t tell what’s what anymore. there’s a pressure release again, but this time it’s in a warm, watery stream that splashes against his lap and thighs while he drools and looks down it horror at what you’ve made him do.

haruka’s practically limp at this point, far beyond being able to fight back or do anything but wallow in his humiliation. you say, “did you just fucking piss yourself?” while squishing his face with your hand, both your gazes directed down at the mess. “filthy, filthy boy.”

(but you gotta kiss him really hard afterwards to let him know just how fucking hot it was to watch him make a mess like that 👌🏻)

[carnivorousyandeere]

NSFW Alphabet: Cyrus

( MDNI )

CW: smut, potentially extreme masochism of physical and emotional/mental varieties, breeding/pregnancy mentions

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

Cyrus is much softer and cuddlier than usual after sex. He likes to stay inside you, or you inside him, as long as possible, just enjoying your touch– and hopefully your praise (especially if you degraded him during the act). Even if he got worked up and took control during part of the act, afterwards he invariably fades into a warm and fuzzy subspace; you’ll need to do most of the aftercare. Please take care of him 🥹💕

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

Cyrus loves your hands soooo fucking much. The way they can touch him so gently, almost reverently, sending shivers and heat in turns throughout his whole body. Or the way you can use them to subdue him– choking, slapping; anything you want to do to him, he’ll let you.

Cyrus’ favorite part of himself has gotta be his long, wavy, healthy hair. He’s graying early, but it really suits him. And, furthermore, he loves it when you run your fingers through it, or tug on it…

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

Cyrus wants you to cum inside him, or him inside you, every time. He’ll pout and whine up a storm if you tell him not to cum inside you, begging so prettily to please let him try to knock you up (yes, even if you’re amab or otherwise infertile), but he’ll do as you ask and pull out. If his cum spills out onto the floor, feel free to order him to clean it up with his tongue ☺️✨

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

Cyrus is secretly a huge pervert, and is so fucking ashamed of himself for it. He’s the werewolf most likely to steal your underwear and then return it later, but the guilt of it really eats him up inside~ 😈

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

I’m not sure Cyrus is very experienced at all. He’s probably gotten a lot of… “education,” in these matters from smutty comics and lit, and probably had one or two fumbling encounters throughout highschool and college, but nothing to get good experience yet.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

On his knees, at your feet~ Also doggy style (whether he’s bottoming or topping). Mating presses (regular and reverse) are also big winners here~

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

Cyrus will laugh a little when he gets nervous, so especially when you’re initiating he’ll laugh. Dunno if that counts as humor– if not, then he’s not humorous in the moment. If you laugh at him, he’ll get really hard and needy over it though~ 😌

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

Cyrus isn’t the most well-groomed, but he does trim down there sometimes. His hair is dark like on his head, but curly rather than wavy like it is on his head.

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

If you count him begging to claim you forever, do anything for you, as romantic, then I suppose he’s romantic? Generally, Cyrus gets too desperate to really be romantic most of the time imho, but he can be romantic sometimes.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He likes using your underwear (and possibly other clothes) to help get off. His sense of smell is so much stronger now that he’s a werewolf, he just can’t help himself… and the thought of you catching him drives him wild. He definitely loses awareness of his surroundings and begs as he cums, even when nobody’s watching.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

General: scent/scenting, marking, possessiveness, breeding, some exhibitionism/doing it in risky places?

Receiving: humiliation, degradation, just a hint of praise mixed with the degradation, collaring/leashing, being called dog/puppy/etc, masochism (like… pretty extreme masochism too. He might even beg you to beat him up to the point of broken bones… on some level, he feels like he deserves it so I’m not convinced it’s, uh… ethical to indulge in those more extreme desires of his?).

Giving: body worship, serving you~

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Out in the woods, in his bed, or somewhere semi-private where people could potentially catch you~

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

Your scent drives him wild. Everything about you does, really, but there’s just something extra enticing about breathing you in that really does him in.

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

Hmmm, I think with time, Cyrus might discover he has a more dominant and sadistic side of his own, but that’s with time. I think at this point, he would be too shy and unsure to really take the lead like that. Otherwise, I can’t think of much off the top of my head he wouldn’t be willing to do if you asked him to. He doesn’t like condoms but will wear them without complaint, until you say he can go without it.

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

Cyrus could live and die happily between your thighs. Your scent is so strong there, and combined with your taste, he’ll be cumming untouched if you let him. It does drive him wild if you give him head, too, but he definitely has a preference for giving it to you instead.

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

Cyrus will try to be a good boy and take whatever you give him, buuuut if he gets too worked up while topping, he’ll end up losing control, moaning “sorry,” over and over in your ear as he desperately ruts into you just a little too hard and fast 👉👈

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

Cyrus looooves a good quickie, especially when you initiate~! Drag him to your room, a closet, a bathroom, anywhere, and just ruin him. Make him flustered and disheveled, mark him up, and make him walk around in public like that (within reason). It’s so humiliating, in a way, letting everybody know what he lets you do to him… he loves that. 

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

Yes! You might not think it because he’s so shy and reticent, but Cyrus loves risks of many kinds. Risking getting caught, risking a pregnancy, even risking injuries; it all makes his blood run hot.

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

Cyrus has spent time building up his stamina on his own, or trying to, anyway 💀

When it comes to you, and the other werewolves he might get it on with, he’ll cum hard and fast. Luckily, he’s got a low refractory period and can go for a few rounds at a time~

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

I don’t think Cyrus would own any toys, except for maybe a cheap reusable stroker for himself. He’s certainly not opposed to trying out more toys, or using the toys in different ways~ Like using the stroker on himself while you play with his ass~ 😏

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I don’t think Cyrus could intentionally tease to save his life, but his general attitude and demeanor are very alluring to certain personality types (Mateo and Ace, tbh). He has a sort of playing-hard-to-get, sad wet mop of a man, desperate, kind of thing going on that makes other people want to tease and rile him up.

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

Cyrus naturally moans, whines, and begs pretty loudly, but he’ll try to stifle those sounds out of embarrassment at first. You can also get him to bark; it’s especially cute when he’s on his knees for you, all teary-eyed, with his cock leaking desperately~

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

Right now, more of a vers sub than anything else, even if his desperation drives him to be a little rougher and more demanding at times. As he grows to accept more of himself and his desires, he’ll become more of a vers switch. Also, his back is really sensitive, so have fun experimenting with that~ ;)

Alsoooo, the “lucky you,” embroidery in his jeans– made a lil post about this earlier, but he did those when he was bored, and figured nobody would see them, then promptly forget they’re in there. He doesn’t remember he did that until somebody gets the chance to point it out ;)

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

He’s got a very pretty cock~ It’s average girth, but a bit on the longer side. Not long enough to hurt when penetrating most people, though ☺️

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

Cyrus’ sex drive is crazy high– a lot of nights when he refuses to let you stay over in his room, it’s to try and take care of himself, because he’ll be too embarrassed to ask for help 🥺

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Cyrus doesn’t fall asleep very quickly, but he’s not really alert or aware of your surroundings either. He’ll stay in that dreamy, half-awake state for a while before actually dozing off💕

[prettyboybuckley]

Foe valentines day prompt: #16 pretty please 🙏💕

hii!! a little quicker than last time 😅 I do love me some accidental love confessions... 😌 1.1k, continues under the cut ❤️

Buck has never really believed in the concept of Valentine's Day. 

It's all just commercial bullshit that companies use to trick people into spending even more money on useless presents and confectionary. Still, it hasn't ever bothered him that other people do in some way celebrate Valentine's Day. Not usually. 

Not unless it's Eddie, who he thought disliked Valentine's Day even more than Buck does

(It has something to do with Shannon, Buck thinks, something from the past that Eddie never explained but that seemed to hang over his head like a dark cloud during the first week of February.)

"You're what?" he asks, a little dumbfounded, only barely managing not to tilt his entire cup of steaming hot coffee all over his uniform. 

The faces of the rest of the team are similar to what he's feeling, all looking at Eddie in surprise.

"I'm going on a date," Eddie repeats as if it's the most normal thing in the world for him to say, as if he didn't tell Buck only a few months ago that he wasn't ready to date again anytime soon. Then again, that was before that whole sexuality crisis he went through. "My aunt set me up with this guy she knows from the community center, I've met him once. He's nice." 

(continues under the cut)

"On Valentine's Day?"

He must hear the skepticism in Buck's voice, and he rolls his eyes at it, though the way he crosses his arms over his chest makes it clear that he is going into defensive mode, empty coffee cup dangling from one finger. 

The others are watching it like it is entertainment, and Buck is a little surprised that none of them have spoken up yet, considering Hen and Chim are usually the first to pry and tease about things like these. 

"Yes, Buck, on Valentine's Day," Eddie says with a sigh, and he puts his empty cup down on the table with more force than necessary.

"Isn't that a little intense for a first date? You're going out with a guy for the first time on what is supposed to be the most romantic day of the year?" Buck asks. 

He sees Bobby raise an eyebrow from the corner of his eye where he's been working on preparing them some breakfast, his hands stilling where he was chopping up fruit. Yeah, Buck did go on a date with Abby on Valentine's Day, but that didn't exactly end well, didn't it? Both the date and the relationship. 

Eddie seems to be getting a little frustrated, letting out an annoyed huff as his shoulders tense and his frown gets deeper.

"Aren't you the one who always says that Valentine's Day is bullshit? And now you're saying it's too serious to have a first date?" 

Of course, Buck could argue something eloquent, like the fact that his opinion of Valentine's Day doesn't change how other people view it, and that it could influence the expectations that Eddie's date might have considering Eddie agreed to meeting on this particular day. 

But he isn't really thinking clearly since the only thought running through his head is "Eddie is going on a date with someone else" and that is even more distressing knowing it's a guy than before he even knew that was an option for Eddie. Because before, Buck didn't even think he had a chance. 

"I'm just saying, you said you weren't ready to date yet, and now you're going out with some random guy on Valentine's Day?"

He's silently begging Hen or Chim to say something, preferably to side with him, because the tension is growing and this can get very awkward.

"Jesus, Buck, it's just a date," Eddie says through gritted teeth, throwing his hands up into the air. "Why is this such a problem to you?"

The way he puts stress on the 'why' is what ends up making Buck snap. If Eddie wants to know why, then who is Buck to withhold the answer to that from him?

"Why? Because I’m in love with you, that’s why!"

Chim's eyes go wide and Hen almost chokes on her coffee. And Eddie, well, he's staring at Buck as he stands there frozen in place.

"I, uhm, I just remembered I left something in my locker," Hen says before she gets up and slips away, and Chim hurries after her, almost tripping over his feet and not even bothering with an excuse. When Buck looks to where Bobby was, he can just see the captain slipping away to his office, leaving him and Eddie all alone.

"I just…," Buck mutters, running a hand down his face as he tries to find the right words. "Sorry, I didn't mean to say that. But the idea of you going on a date with some guy on fucking Valentine's Day and it becoming your great big love story or something... I don't think I can handle that."

He shakes his head, crossing his arms over his chest, and he can't look Eddie in the eyes. This wasn't supposed to come out like this, it wasn't supposed to come out at all. 

There is a sharp intake of breath from across the table, where Eddie is standing, and Buck glances through his lashes to see Eddie nodding, seeming anxious but determined. 

"Okay, yeah, okay," Eddie says. "I'll cancel the date."

Buck's head shoots up. 

"You'll what?" he asks in an echo of the question that started all this. 

Eddie looks straight at him, nervously chewing on his lower lip. 

"I'll cancel the date. And, you know, since that means I'll be free on Valentine's Day, if you happened to have something to ask me..."

Is Eddie challenging Buck to ask him out? This doesn't feel like it's real, like it's actually happening, but when he pinches himself it hurts. 

"You, uh, you-" He has to clear his throat before he can continue, feeling like the words are stuck. "Do you- do you want to go on a date with me? On Tuesday?"

Eddie doesn't answer right away, as if he's trying to make Buck suffer through even more anticipation, something that shouldn't surprise him considering that he knows who he's dealing with. 

"Yes, Buck, I'll go on a date with you on Tuesday," Eddie replies, and Buck's heart quite literally skips a beat as a grin finds it way onto his face. 

And Eddie, Eddie suddenly seems almost shy, but he smiles and nods when Buck says: "I'll pick you up at seven?"

Just like that, Buck has a date on Valentine's Day with the man he's in been in love with for so long he can barely remember when it started. Now he just needs to hope it goes better than last time. 

From the Valentine's Day prompts list