Something i’ve been working on for a while now, a slight redesign of Birb’s hypothetical EX form! (also he’s 5′10, forgot to put his height lol)
While not exactly ‘canon’ to him, it’s still a fun idea/design to play around with!
Plus a little bonus under the cut! :3c
He’s got extra aaaarms!!! Great for hugging :3c
His little arms, while they may ‘malfunction’ from time to time, it doesn’t actually harm him in any way; it mostly just causes a bit of unintentional mischief.
Examples: Tangling around himself/others, ‘powering down’ at inconvenient times (making him have to drag them along the ground), or being a bit wiggly! Sometimes it seems like they have a mind of their own!
- It's because it's so hot there, so like you're always gonna be in something skimpy, and he's always gonna be shirtless or at least got his arms out.
- So you're both just like tempting each other beyond belief.
- And then when you're in the trailer everything's small and smooshed together so there's no real chance for personal space. So you're legs with touch, or he'll squeeze past you impossibly close and wrap his huge hands around your hips as he goes.
- It's outrageous.
- And like imagining hanging your washing out one day and it's all panties and bras and you suddenly feel all embarrassed and hot when you know he's seen them???
- But he feels pretty hot about it too lol. Like does he steal a pair off the line and use them to jerk off???
- Imma say yeah.
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- And just. The nights sitting out with him as the air gets cooler.
- I mean fuck it.
- Sat on his lap right because who doesn't wanna sit there? Your soft bare thighs pressed in his denim clad ones. He likes jiggling his leg because it makes you jiggle all over.
- His fingers trace along your arms, brush your hair away from your face and occasionally squeeze at your thighs and ass.
- And you get to skim your fingers across his chest, playing with his chain or his rings on his fingers.
- Urgh and imagine what his stubble feels like. So scrubbly and delicious 🤤
- And obviously you're gonna start kissing at some point.
- Again the beard. But mixed with his soft lips and perfect kisses.
- I'm just dead.
- He's going to be such a Dom (because I am a sluuuuut for that)
- But like a soft cuddly Dom who is just obsessed with you.
- Like when he kisses he grips your face in his hands like you are going to disappear on him and he won't let that happen. He loves when you whimper and whine as you kiss. Just makes him even more crazy.
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- But what makes it trailer park Bucky?
- I think the sexy times are a bit sloppy yknow? He likes it messy and sweaty. He wants to have you quivering, covered in come and sweat and tears and spit.
- But it's so fucking good that you actually don't care.
- Like every evening his mission is accomplished. You are all of those things and more.
- And the talk is going to be on another level.
- I think petnames because I am a slut for petnames
- "Babygirl" "Honey" "Good girl" "Sweetie"
- but also
- "dirty girl" "my little slut" "pretty whore"
- I mean he'll call you anything that makes you flutter or giggle depending on the situation.
- Take it baby. Take all of me honey.
- Look what a mess you are. So fucking pretty.
- You like it when I use you huh? Like being a little slut for me?
- Yknow everyone can hear right? Know they're hearing you cry for my dick baby?
It’s December, so mistletoe - who in the tce would actually kiss us if we hold some over our head?
Is it possible for Krulu and Nebul to at least give us a peck on the forehead maybe 🥺
Most!
Morell rolls his eyes at your corny shenanigans but gives you whatever little peck you want and ruffles your hair.
Gallon actually kind of wants to see you get cheeky with your mistletoe placement, seeing as it's usually him who comes up with inconspicuous places to trap you under one. You get as many kisses as you want if you manage to trick him.
Vinnel is also very happy to see you trying to trick him, although he's a lot less likely to accept genuine kisses. You can peck his mask, he'll even make a little face for you. In days he feels a lot safer about his consistency, he'll give you a gross sloppy lap to the face and cackle at your discomfort before putting his mask back on.
Santi is practically begging to be trapped under a mistletoe. Please trap him. You're going to get the sloppiest, nastiest makeouts and he s going to grope you all over, maybe grind you on him. You might want to not trick Santi so much, for your own good. He will try to put a mistletoe over his dick.
Grimbly pretends to fall for most of your attempts. Oops, you got hiiiim, now lean down so he can peck you. He's soooo ditzy, oh he stumbled under another one, nooo way! You're spoiling him with so much affection he's vibrating.
Belo cannot kiss you, but he humors the harmless little game, even if he doesn't truly understand the meaning behind it. You can kiss him and he'll nuzzle against you or make a pleased coo. It's... Not a bad lesser tradition, he can get used to it.
Patches is easy to fool purely because he's distracted, Stitches not so much. Although, you have to get creative, because after giving you your kiss, Patches will burn the mistletoe with undead fire, forcing you to pick your moments very well.
Nebul can't kiss you. You know this, right? He's staring at you as if something is a bit off with your faculties. Feel free to kiss the back of his hand or, if he's feeling generous, other parts of him...
Sybastian actually might try to eat it first. Then his brain clicks on and he realizes what's in his mouth, mleming it back out before he can get a very not fun gastrointestinal episode. He's legitimately kind of clumsy about it, you'll catch him many times, and get a sloppy lap up the chest and face as a reward.
Fank-e is well aware of every mistletoe and he will gladly trap himself. Although he takes it as an extremely competitive game and outdoes you by a longshot. He can't even kiss properly, but he's keeping a score and you're getting absolutely rekt. Skill issue, now give him a kiss.
Krulu blinks at you. The festivities must be getting to your brain if you believe he's not aware of every single mistletoe you placed around. Do stop sulking, this is ridiculous. Although he's not too fond of the gesture overall, you get one kiss on the mouth at the end of the day, a consolation prize. That's not to say you don't get more attention of different sorts before said kiss.
Eagle flies hcs part 5?? Or was it 6?? Idk but we request for more🙏🙏🙏
I LOVE HIIIIM
Also I’m tired of counting
Eagle flies headcanons
I think he’s stoic but not in the stereotypical “silent native who speaks with no emotion” no ew
I think he’s a bit stoic in the way that this boy is always thinking
About anything and everything
And he’s blunt because he realized that is he beats around the bush he isn’t heard
I think he zones out a lot on accident
Like you could be talking to him and he’s thinking about how pretty your lashes look when they fluttered and suddenly he’s missed a 10 minute conversation
I don’t think he could do a friends with benefits into a real relationship
He just can’t do it
It’s so obvious he wants to kiss you when you two start talking and when he starts catching feelings
He’s leaning on and then stopping himself with a clenched jaw
His favorite place on you is wherever you’re warmest
Crook of your neck, stomach, lower back, etc
He just likes it
Likes to kiss wherever you have scars or freckles
Thinks it’s intimate
Likes if you join him whenever he’s doing something
If he wants alone time he usually wants it alone but sometimes he just gives you a look that is practically begging you to come with him
He’s a sucker for friends to lovers
Your laugh is one of the first things he fell for
It kinda just like hit him hard
He made a stupid joke and you laughed harder than he expected and suddenly he wanted to be the reason you laugh every day
Absolutely melts if you cup his cheeks
No hesitation
It’s one of his weakness
Always looks for you whenever he knows you’re near
Like if you’re living in camp, on the reservation, in a random town
He always searches for you in a crowd
Hates to admit it but sometimes he just wants to be held
Grips onto your shirt and buried himself into your lap or stomach
In his mind it’s him vs the world so you have to reassure him it’s not
Tags/warnings: porn without much plot, fingering, p in v. We waaants hiiiim 🥺
You roll the moment your feet hit the roof opposite, the bullet whistling past your cheek as you rise from your crouch.
A bit too close this time.
"You're gonna have to work on your aim, Castle. Missed me again!" You yell at him despite your heart rate spiking just a little.
His growling gruff voice shouts back from somewhere behind you. "My aim's just fine darlin', that was a warnin' shot. Back off the lawyer or next time I won't miss."
He'd been chasing you around town for hours after he kept seeing you hanging out in places you shouldn't, getting a mite too close to the truth. You didn't know that Matt Murdock was Daredevil, and Frank was intent on keeping it that way.
You duck down behind one of the numerous vent shafts, sneaking around within the cloak of the shadows. You hear the leather swish of his coat.
"I'm no good at math castle but I know I ain't got enough fingers to count how many times you've said 'next time'. When are you gonna do it huh?" you call out.
He doesn't know where you are, too many places to hide on the roof and bounce your voice around for him to find you.
You wait. He doesn't respond. He's gone quiet.
Shit. You've lost sight of him while you were busy snarking.
You take a risk, peering back around the stack searching the shadows.
Big mistake, as you're suddenly yanked backwards with force and slammed up against the wall with a breathless oof.
He towers over you. You squirm but his bulk has you pinned hard, his huge forearm braced across the top of your chest pressing down on your neck and making you choke out a laugh.
"You finally gonna make a move, take me out this time?"
He increases the pressure, squeezing down harder making it extremely difficult for you to breathe.
You wheeze your words out, keep on goading him. "Gonna end this, Castle? C'mon, you ain't got the balls to shoot a woman and we both know it."
He growls and you feel the hard press of the cold steel muzzle against your temple.
Oops.
"You're a goddamn pain in my ass. Like a fucking fly always buzzin' round me."
"Well if I'm a fly that must make you a steaming pile of shit!" You retort.
"Fuck… you just love to run your mouth round me huh?"
You hiss as he shoves the gun harder against your skull.
"Just wanna see if you'll snap Frank, now you've finally caught me. Must say that I'm gettin' curious why you want me to stay away from Murdock so bad. He your boyfriend or something?"
His eyes glint in the dark as he stares you down.
"Shut the fuck up." He spits.
But it's not his words that shut you up when you open your mouth to get another snarky comment in, it's his bruising kiss as his lips crash against yours, hard and full of frustration. He drops the gun, you've touched a nerve. You're too shocked at first to do anything, eyes wide as he forces your mouth open against his, but then you hear your own moans as his tongue slides against yours, closing your eyes as he presses you into the wall, thigh wedging firm in-between your own, tasting the sweat, smelling the gunpowder residue, the scratch of his stubble against your face.
It's intoxicating.
Your hands fist around the straps of his stupid skull vest, grabbing and yanking him closer. You find yourself wishing you could take it off and feel the heat of his body against yours but that's not quite the way this is going.
Your hands snake upwards, holding his head and tugging at the longer lengths of hair on the top as you trade evermore ferocious kisses in a battle of lust, your leg wrapping around his hip, dryhumping like a pair of teenagers. You can feel the unmistakable evidence of his arousal as he grinds right into your core, annoyed that it feels so good and that you're doing nothing to stop it.
Frank's groping the firm swell of your breast as he feels your hand slip down between you and grabs hold of your wrist instinctually, slamming it back up on the wall above your head and grazing your knuckles painfully in the process, his mind screaming at him that you must be going for your knife.
"What the fuck?!" You yell, "I'm trying to open your pants, idiot!"
"Oh, right… yeah." He rasps as he lets you free when his brain catches up with his body and you continue ripping open his fly. When you get your hand around him your mouth drops open with an impressed huff.
"Jesus, to think that all this time I was bad-mouthing your dick."
"Fuck!" Frank grunts into the long column of your neck as you fondle him, soon scrabbling to loosen your own tac pants and shove his hand down between your legs. He doesn't know why he's surprised you're so wet. He hums as finds your clit, circling it a few times making you pant and writhe.
"Aw look at you. Now you got my trigger finger just where you want you're purrin' like a damn kitten."
"Are you clean?"
Your straight out question makes him stutter his answer. "Y-yeah, yeah m'clean."
"Alright, then shut up and fuck me."
"Jesus Christ-" he says under his breath as you race to push each other's pants down.
He hurriedly pulls off one of your boots to get a pant leg past your foot and then he scoops his big hands under your ass to lift you up, groaning with unrestrained pleasure as you help guide his rock hard cock inside you. The sound you make as he stretches you open is almost embarrassing, but then you realise Frank's going just as feral.
He's strong. You'd only ever encountered him in ranged combat, trading bullets not fists. You were pretty sure he could bench press you. At this moment however it seemed he was only interested in trying to fuck you through the wall. The tension between you both was still thick, you couldn't think about what would happen after this except that this was a dangerous line to cross, and not just for you.
You scrabble for something to hold on to, a drainpipe, the rebar sticking out of the wall, anything as Frank absolutely rails you into it. It's frenzied, it's fast, it's blowing your mind how fucking easily he's gonna bring you to orgasm. Your moans are increasing in pitch every time he snaps those hips and thrusts up into you.
You grab his hair and yank his head back from where he's buried it against your neck and he curses, legs shaking as you guess he's close.
"Mm fuck! You almost there? Cos m'bout ready to blow baby."
The waver in his gritted out words is scrambling your brain making you unable to form your own. Seeing him like this is like nothing you've ever imagined, and you imagine you're going to be replaying the night's events long into the future.
"Uhuh!" Is all you can manage as he fucks you deeper, harder than you ever thought possible until you're chanting something, almost screaming out as you quake around him, and you realise it's his name.
Frank Frank Frank.
And that's when he unloads into you, with an animalistic sound that trails off into a hot-as-fuck moan of release, his fingers pressing into the soft round meat of your ass, muscles locking up after he drives past the point of overstimulation to ensure you're satisfied after you've milked him dry.
"Oh fuck…" you collapse against him breathing heavily.
His hot breath fans over your face as you both come down from the unexpected high.
He gently lets you down, pulls out and tucks himself away.
"Back off the lawyer, okay?" He warns, pushing off from the wall you're slouching against, struggling to stay standing.
You shake yourself back to reality, bite into your lip and smile as you look up at him and the flush you've brought to his cheeks. "No promises." You reply, pulling your own pants back up.
"I mean it. I'll say it again just so it sinks into that pretty head of yours." He starts walking away and you're already missing his heat. "Next time… I won't miss."
"Who says there'll be a next time Castle?" You tease, wondering how long you'd feel the ache between your thighs.
"There's always a next time sweetheart."
You stay on the roof watching him climb down the fire escape, your legs trembling beneath you as you try to process what just happened.
CURTAINS OPEN, LIGHT OFF, LAYING WITH CHAN WHILE HE'S SINGING SOFTLY??? I'M CRYINGGG imagine the light back rubs or massages, carding fingers through hair, Eskimo kisses I just— 🧎🏼♀️🏌️
FORGET THE STORM, I NEED TO SEE MY BOYS
AND YES, HAN NEEDS TO KNOW HE'S LOVED, ESP AFTER WRITING COLLISION I know I prob won't be hearing it tonight, but it's nice to dream that they'll perform it eventually
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I NEED JISUNGGGG BIBLICALLY PLA SEND PICS WHEN YOU SEE THEM
AND i kNNWO CHAN KILLS ME OFF I NEED HIIIIM. ESKIMO KISSES N HES SINGING W THE RAIN AS BGM. MAYBE HES WORKING ON A SONG WITH U ON HIS CHEST AND HE’s JUST HUMMING ALONG. HIS CHEST VIBRATING. SHIT