#ok overly personal moment over

[goldensunset]

Thank you for all the N on my dash. I was thinking I would be productive today but now I'll just be very unwell instead.

ME TOO!!!! ACK!!!!!!! i have so much im supposed to be doing right now legitimately but instead i’m giggling and kicking my feet because of some weird dude with green hair!!!!!! and the fact that i keep posting about him is only making you all keep posting about him and you in turn are making me post about him even more—— it’s a devastating feedback loop that just keeps getting louder———-AaaaaAAAAH

[miedei]

terrible profilers

(aka the team meets early seasons!spence's not-so-secret girlfriend)

a/n: this came to me in my dream last night and i cannot get over it, pls send asks/requests and tell me what you thought! (look at '#mystery girl!au' on my blog to see more musings about them <3)

cw: reader has she/her pronouns, the team is nosy, my niche personal headcanons of how i think spencer would text, probably more tech inaccuracies

wc: 3.5k

part one

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The moment Spencer walks into the bullpen, he knows something’s up. Garcia never replied to the text he’d sent on Friday night, and he’d hoped she was just busy on their first weekend off in a while, but it’s clear there’s more. Clutching the strap of his satchel, he walks to his desk, observing the strange tension blanketing the room. For one, Hotch and Gideon are in the bullpen, standing in the corner speaking in hushed tones. Weird. They usually go to one of their offices to talk, and either way, they usually are stuck in their offices until lunchtime when they don’t have cases. Another thing. JJ and Penelope are standing around Elle’s desk, which isn’t out of the ordinary, but they’ve swivelled around to stare at Spencer like he’s an alien (which they do on occasion, but Spencer is pretty sure he hasn’t been strange yet. He just walked in!). Derek is sitting on Elle’s desk, leaning over to huddle with the three girls, but he’s frozen with his mouth open, like he just shut up for some reason.

“Uh… Good morning.” Spencer furrows his brows, but tries to shrug it off, more interested in the smell of coffee emanating from the kitchenette. Setting down his bag, he quickly busies himself with pouring his signature overly-sweet (according to you) coffee.

It’s like his movements snap a thread that has been holding his colleagues together, and they suddenly start bustling around the bullpen again. Derek sidles up beside him as he’s stirring in sugar, and Spencer braces himself for some Morgan-esque prod. But what he says has Spencer confused.

“Kid. You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Ok, something is going on. Spencer has worked with Derek since he was 22, and they’ve fallen into a very comfortable dynamic ever since. But neither of them have ever felt the need to reassure the other of their closeness.

“What’s up, Morgan? No jabs today?”

Derek stiffens, like he’s been caught in a lie, and scrambles to reply.

“Well… We- Um, Garcia worried about you on Friday. What was up with you leaving so suddenly?”

Spencer has to bite back a smile, memories of you, coming to ‘O Keefe’s just to see him, flooding into his mind. But he answers as smoothly as possible, still turned away from Derek as he elaborates.

“Oh, I felt a bit sick. I think it’s going back and forth from the more arid parts of the country that did it. Did you know, travelling between warmer and colder climates makes you more susceptible to contracting viruses because it strains your immune and musculoskeletal systems, causing the feedback loop of homeostasis to-” Derek puts a hand on his arm, and Spencer quiets.

“Okay, okay, pretty boy, I get it.”

With that, he walks off, and Spencer is left at the kitchenette, stirring his coffee, confused. It’s not like it was a lie, he was feeling a bit nauseous in the bar, so you insisted that you go home. He recovered that same night over a cup of tea, Metropolis on the television, and you cuddled up on the couch next to him.

When he walks back to his desk, mug in hand, he calls out to JJ, still standing by Elle’s desk.

“JJ, no cases today? …JJ?” The blonde is looking at him, but his words seem to fly right over her head, until Elle pokes her shoulder.

“Oh! No, the cases I’m being called about are still pending, we’re probably not leaving on anything until tomorrow.” Spencer smiles softly, glad to have at least one more night sleeping at home this week. Because of his reverie, he doesn’t notice the way JJ, Penelope and Elle are staring at him, befuddled expressions on their faces.

The day continues to be a little weird, much to Spencer’s chagrin. Around 1pm, Gideon emerges from his office again. This, already, is out of the blue. Gideon only leaves his office an average of 3.78 times a day, mainly to go to Hotch’s office, or to go home. This time, however, Gideon marches to Spencer’s desk.

Gideon comes to a stop next to Spencer’s desk chair, and it’s all he can do to muster a blank face and look into his mentor’s eyes.

“Hey, Gideon. What’s… What’s going on?”

The older man sighs wearily, looking down his nose at Spencer, looking uncannily like Spencer’s highschool Calculus teacher when she got irritated at him for being a ‘13 year old know-it-all’.

“Reid. You weren’t sick on Friday, were you?” What is happening? Spencer doesn’t lie, he’s never told Gideon something untrue, so this is incredibly out of the blue.

“Huh? No, what’s wrong? I felt nauseous, which could’ve been a symptom for an inner ear problem, inflammatory bowel disease, gastroenteritis…” Spencer continues to rattle off a list of things he could have had, not noticing the uncharacteristically soft, paternal gaze that Gideon has trained on him.

“...and even a brain tumour, but it was probably because I drank more than I usually do. Why do you think that’s not true?” Spencer finishes his little speech, looking up at Gideon with a confused expression. There’s nothing else the older man can do but sigh, patting his shoulder softly.

“Okay, Reid. Glad you’re feeling better now.” With that, the experienced profiler walks away, not bothering to reply to Spencer’s continued questioning:

“Gideon! What’s wrong? Why are you-” Gideon’s office door slams shut.

Unfortunately, Spencer cannot ignore the rest of the signs, spending the rest of the day in a state of coiled anxiety. Something is going on, but he can’t get anyone to tell him.

Derek and Elle are constantly glancing over at him, unreadable expressions on their faces. Penelope keeps finding excuses to go to Spencer’s desk, and even if Spencer wasn’t a profiler, he’d be able to see the words bubbling up in her throat, but she never says anything.

JJ doesn’t come talk to him at all, which is strange. Instead, she shoots him knowing looks whenever she’s in the bullpen, sending Spencer into a spiral every time she doesn’t say anything about why they’re all acting weird.

He’s even caught Hotch and Gideon peeking through the blinds over their office windows to look at Spencer, with the analytical looks they get when they’re observing a crime scene on their faces. It’s driving Spencer crazy, and he has to tell someone.

You’re leaving your desk at the university when your phone buzzes.

SPENCE <3: Hi. I looked normal when I left the house, right?

Your brow furrows at the text. Normally Spencer isn’t a fan of texting while he’s at work, and you’d told him multiple times how handsome he looked when he left the apartment this morning. He’s wearing his striped white button down and the purple tie you bought him for his birthday last year, he looks pretty. And you made sure to tell him so.

YOU: hi <3

YOU: no spence you look pretty i told you this morning didnt i?

SPENCE <3: You did, thank you. Everyone’s acting weird at work, and I can’t think of what it could be.

YOU: maybe its something with a case?

SPENCE <3: They would tell me if it was that, right?

YOU: ur right

YOU: if you cant think of it with that big beautiful brain its probably something to do with them

There’s a solid minute of silence before he texts you back, and you grin to yourself as you walk through the halls. You can see the flush growing over his face in your mind’s eye, the way he does every time you pay him a cheesy compliment.

SPENCE <3: I guess so. They won’t tell me anything about it, which is strange.

You frown a little, imagining his frustration at being out of the loop. Spencer has expressed his love for his coworkers to you many times, but he’s also told you about his struggles feeling like the ‘baby’ of the office, and the way it makes him feel isolated at times. Racking your brain to think of a way to cheer him up, you check the time on your watch (the twin of which is settled on Spencer’s wrist).

YOU: its nearly 6

YOU: if i leave my building now i can make it to your office in 30mins

YOU: i can pick you up and we could get thai for dinner

YOU: ?

The reply is instantaneous, and you smile, looking forward to seeing him earlier than you’d expected today.

SPENCE <3: That sounds great. I’m finishing up here but text me when you’re in the lobby and I’ll come down.

SPENCE <3: I need to go, I’ve been texting you from the bathroom.

SPENCE <3: See you soon :-)

The last half hour of Spencer’s workday flies by, unlike the way the clock had crawled previously. He finishes up the consults he was working on for the day, and begins packing up the moment the clock hits 18:27.

Derek and Elle are still sneaking glances at him, but Spencer couldn’t care less at this point. As he closes the flap of his satchel, his phone buzzes in his breast pocket. He can’t help but whip out his phone immediately, missing the bewildered looks that pass between his fellow profilers as he smiles down at the screen.

Y/N L/N: in the lobby now! i forgot how fancy it is here i feel underdressed

He doesn’t bother replying, instead opting to leave the bullpen through the glass doors, nodding at Derek and Elle, and pressing the elevator button immediately. He’s so engrossed in his thoughts as he stares at the closed doors, that he realises far too late what’s happening behind him.

He can hear the sounds of shuffling feet, a squeak of surprise (Penelope), hissed insult (Elle to Derek), and a firm clearing of a throat. Hotch. After sighing petulantly, Spencer turns on his heels to find the entire BAU team standing there, faces just as confusing as they’ve been all day.

“I’d ask you what’s wrong, but none of you gave me an answer the last 23 times I asked, so.”

There’s a beat of silence, before Hotch, of all people, says, “Reid, we need to… ask you something. About last Friday.” That’s strange. Spencer cocks his head in confusion.

“What about it? I already told Morgan and Gideon, I was feeling sick, but it turns out it was just that I’d just drank more than I was used to.”

Penelope looks like she’s about to burst, and finally, she blurts it out, voice slightly shrill. “Reid! Who is she?”

“Who is who?”

Derek butts in, a hand on Penelope’s shoulder. “Kid, that girl. The girl you were… close to, on Friday. At the bar?” Oh. That’s what they’re talking about?

“That was Y/N. My girlfriend. Are you mad I didn’t introduce you guys? I thought you were all busy.”

Spencer sees six sets of jaws drop. There’s more silence, before JJ croaks out, “Girlfriend?”

It’s a bit of a sight, to be honest. Penelope has clutched on to Derek, and Derek on to Elle. JJ is gobsmacked, eyes bulging out of their sockets. Even Hotch and Gideon look the most shocked Spencer has ever seen them. But why?

“Uh, yeah. She came to see me because we’d had plans before we decided to go out. Then when she found out I felt sick we went home.”

Gideon looks a little green, and when no one makes a sound, Hotch speaks, his normally stoic voice coming out a little shaky. “Reid, we didn't- We didn’t know you were seeing anybody.”

What? Now they’re being even weirder. Spencer can hear the elevator doors open behind him, but he doesn’t bother. This is something he has to get to the bottom of.

“How did you not know? I’m sure I’ve mentioned having plans with her multiple times. Elle, I told you about the time I went to the movies in New York with her, when we were on that case.” Elle looks more shocked, if that’s possible, but doesn’t say a word.

“Garcia, I asked you to help me find florists that have Gibraltar campions in Vegas that one time.” Penelope jolts, muttering under her breath about ‘idiot geniuses and their mothers’.

“Gideon, I asked you for advice on how to ask her out!” Gideon stiffens, remembering the time Spencer had asked him about his ex-wife. Was that Spencer asking for advice?

“I ran into you, JJ and Morgan, when I was with her, don’t you remember? She was in the aisle over” Derek distinctly remembers a time at the bookstore, they’d seen Spencer, but not noticed anyone with him. JJ shamefully recalls being too busy making fun of Spencer’s heart-studded tie to look around.

“Hotch, I told you about her! When I added her to my emergency contacts?” At this, Hotch pales. A year ago, Spencer had come to him with a request to change his 1st emergency contact from his mother to a Y/N L/N. How he never registered that this was a girlfriend, Hotch would never know, but he stares fixedly at his shoes as he contemplates quitting his job as a profiler.

Spencer looks at them, mystified. How did they not know? It’s not like he was ever hiding you! Of course, Spencer wanted to keep you to himself, so he didn’t talk about you that much, but they were profilers. He assumed they’d known, and just didn't want to embarrass him.

His phone buzzes twice, and he pulls it out to see another text from you.

Y/N L/N: spence are you coming

Y/N L/N: a guy in a suit is eyeing me weird he knows i dont belong come save me

A happy sigh leaves him, before he remembers the people standing in front of him, still gobsmacked. He scrubs a hand down his face wearily, and mutters slowly, as if he’s not sure if he wants to do this.

“She’s downstairs right now, we were going to take the metro home together. Do you… Do you guys want to meet her?” Penelope brightens up, and the rest of the team seem in higher spirits, despite their continued disappointment in themselves. Warily, Spencer opens the elevator door with a press of a button, and they all file in obediently.

“Please don’t be weird.”

“My good doctor, I would never!” He eyes Garcia with a fearful expression, but presses the ground floor button anyway. As the doors close, a strangled shout leaves JJ’s mouth.

“Wait, you live together?”

You are sitting on a bench inside the FBI Headquarters. No matter how many times you drop Spencer off or pick him up, this will always be surreal to you. And, right now, it’s not just surreal, it’s a little scary.

A real Danny Ocean type guy is sitting on a bench across the room, talking on the phone and eyeing you. Clearly, you don’t exactly look like an agent, you know that. Dressed in the uniform of a PhD student, jeans and an oversized Doctor Who t-shirt (Spencer’s), you know that you look out of place.

You’re just hoping Spencer walks out of the elevator before you get escorted out on suspicions that you’re a spy or something.

Like some deity has heard your words, you look up at the ding of the elevator to see Spencer… and a whole gaggle of people behind him, slapping at his shoulders and barraging him with questions. He looks harried, a line between his pretty eyes.

The line disappears, though, when he locks eyes with you. His eyes light up, and his steps grow in length, before he's left his entourage behind, at least for a couple of seconds.

He uses this time to explain to you: “Hi hello I'm so glad you're here and I need to tell you something-” As if on instinct, your hands come up to rest on his upper arms, thumbs moving in circles soothingly as he continues to ramble.

“-and well, they didn't know about you somehow? Which is crazy to me because you know I don't hide you so I don't know where they got that from but either way they were acting crazy, so I suggested they come meet you, and…” The group of people you now recognize to be the BAU have caught up to him, eyes darting between your face and Spencer's. His shoulders slump, and the agitated look returns, if a little less intense.

“Well, here they are.” He motions to the group behind him. “These are my coworkers, Jennifer Jareau, Elle Greenaway, Penelope Garcia, Aaron Hotchner, Jason Gideon, and Derek Morgan. Guys, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.”

Rising on your toes to see over his shoulder, you wave with a smile, eyes zeroing in on Penelope Garcia, who looks like she's vibrating from excitement, shouldering past Spencer to hold both of your hands.

“Hi! It's so good to meet you! I'd say I've heard a lot about you, but you know that's a lie, we didn't realize you existed until 10 minutes ago, but oh my god! You're here! You're so pretty- Spencer, she's so pretty!” She's practically bouncing up and down, causing Spencer to laugh sheepishly.

“Yeah, Garcia, I know that.” The next few minutes are a barrage of introductions and handshakes, all so brief that you can only get quick first impressions of them all.

Penelope is incredibly kind, not letting go of your hands until Spencer pries her off of you, telling you that you have to come out on girl's night with us, exactly like Spencer described her.

Elle is nearly intimidatingly cool, giving you a handshake and a smile, mentioning that she likes your eyeliner.

Aaron (Hotch? You're not sure how to refer to him) is nowhere near as stoic and intimidating as Spencer makes him out to be, breaking into a smile as he introduces himself, and grinning even wider when you congratulate him and his wife on their newborn child.

JJ is the sweetest. You've heard a lot about Spencer's best friend, and she lives up to expectations, squeezing you into a chaste hug with warm words.

Gideon is a little terrifying. He gives you a handshake, quirking the side of his lips in what you assume to be a smile, but saying very little beyond an introduction. You know how highly Spencer thinks of him, and hope he will warm up to you (Spencer is over the moon that he smiled, and tells you Gideon loved you later that night).

Derek is exactly how you expected him to be. Somehow, he makes you feel wholly comfortable after a single comment, and promises to regale you with all the Spencer stories you'd want (you see him punch Spencer in the arm, grinning and saying he approved).

Spencer pulls you away from them as quick as he can, citing your dinner plans as an excuse. He slings an arm around your waist, leading you out the door as you wave over your shoulder.

“It was great to meet you guys! We should go out to dinner or something!” You hear mixed shouts of agreement from behind you, before the doors shut and it's just you and Spencer, on the sidewalk outside the building.

It's butterfly-inducing, the way you can see the tension leave his shoulders when he turns to look down at you, brown eyes shining.

“I'm sorry that was so last-minute, I know they can be… a lot.” You giggle at the weariness in his tone, resting your forearms on his shoulders.

“They were really nice, Spence. I'm glad to finally meet them. They didn't know who I was?” He sighs, hands tightening slightly on your waist.

“I don't know what goes on with them half the time. I've told them things about you so many times, but they were just being dense, I suppose. They saw us on Friday, at ‘O Keefe’s, and they had no idea I was seeing someone!” He bends to rest his forehead in the crook of your neck with a sigh. As if on instinct, your hands come up to play with his hair.

“I guess they would have found it a little strange that you acted like nothing had changed, huh? Is that why they were being weird today?” He grumbles unintelligible words into your skin, before raising his head to look at you.

“I guess… You know I wasn't hiding you, right? I really thought they knew about you,” The earnestness on his face makes you want to implode, his thumbs rubbing minutely on your waist. Speaking would pop the bubble you've found yourselves in, so you find the best next option for you to show him your assertion.

Your hands roam up his neck to cup either side of his jaw, and slow, slow, slowly, you rise to your toes and kiss him.

Suddenly, Spencer's not worried anymore.

[dollfacefantasy]

Since your request are open :) and I’m literally a slut for Wolverine can you feed us some sfw and some nsfw alphabet head canon for our dilf??? I’m literally screaming ( without an s) for himmmmmm😩

eeeeee yes!!! of course i can, thanks for the ask bb <3 i'm gonna split these into two so the post won't be too long i wrote these with X2 in mind cause he's my favorite, but imagine whichever version calls to you. mdni (18+) !!

logan howlett x fem!reader nsfw alphabet ♡

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

Logan is good with aftercare. Like the man fucks you into oblivion but then he'll clean you up and grab you some water afterwards. He talks to you too. Tells you how good you did and how pretty you looked for him. He's touchy, not overly clingy, but he likes how you curl up to his side and rest your head on him. He'll hold you too and rub your back.

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

Your pussy. Like he's obsessed. Stares at it before he eats you out, just running his thumb up and down your slit. Loves to toy with your clit and hear you whine. Always tells you how "she's" crying for him. "She" loves him so much, squeezes him so tight.

On himself, I think it'd be his abs. He knows he's hot shit. He can see how you look at them, and it strokes his ego so much. He has his shirt off a lot when it's just the two of you, and he acts so innocent about it. Loves to tease you when he catches you staring.

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

He loves cumming inside you. He can't explain why, but it's just this deep, innate satisfaction he gets when he fills you up. Also, on a separate note, he licks his fingers clean when he makes you cum all over them. Does not let a single drop go to waste.

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

He'll whine if you pull his hair. It'll be the most pathetic, needy sound you've ever heard in your entire life. It'll be utterly humiliating for him, but that just makes him fuck you harder so it's worth it.

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

Ok ok. Hear me out. Logan wants everyone to think he's a slut, but in reality, I don't think he is. I think he's had a decent amount of experience, but it's more so his dedication to the person he's with that makes him a good lover. He does what pleases you not just what he's found to work on others.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Basic, but his favorite is missionary. He wants to be able to have a clear view of your face while he's making you fall apart. He likes marking up your neck too which he can easily do in this position. That's not to say he won't mix it up and do other positions, but his favorite is always gonna be the classic.

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

Overall, he's serious. He loves to tease, but in the heat of the moment, it's only to make you whine or beg. Laughter is not the sound he's aiming for when he's balls deep in you.

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

He's got BUSH. A huge bush. Listen. This man has all that hair on his head. Hairy forearms, hairy chest, hairy abs. He has a massive bush down there too. And that's beautiful.

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

Depends. He can be pretty gentle and romantic if he chooses. He can also be cocky and just run on pure lust in the moment. Most of the time, it's the latter. He fucks with the intention of pleasure. But if you've had a hard day or he's feeling vulnerable himself, the sex is much more soft. Lots of kisses, his face buried in your neck, whispering how much he needs you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He limits his jerking off to the shower. He doesn't wanna deal with the mess, and if he's that horny, he'll just come find you. Though when he does jerk off, he can get into it. Grunting, groaning, mumbling your name. Cause of course, he's thinking of you while he does it. Thinking of how cute you looked when you bent over to pick up something you dropped. Recalling the soft purr in your voice when you said his name yesterday. Imagining how good it would feel if your cunt was wrapped around him instead of his fist.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He doesn't know it yet, but this man is into pet play. He's not gonna dive right in with the ears and tail. It starts small. He calls you 'pup' sometimes without thinking too much about it. He nearly cums in his pants watching you hump his thigh like you're in heat. He's super possessive so seeing you in a collar for him would drive him up the wall.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bedroom cause he doesn't want anyone else walking in and interrupting. Even though he jerks off in the shower, he doesn't like to fuck in there. One time the two of you were getting down in there and he slipped and it sounded like a group of metal pipes falling. It was truly tragic. Totally humiliating. Never again. You're not even allowed to speak of the incident. From then on, he keeps your escapades solely between the walls of your bedroom, but it's not always on the bed. He'll bounce you on his lap while sitting in the chair you guys have in the corner, bend you over the dresser, or maybe press you against the window.

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

Logan's a natural tease, so if you try teasing him back, that really revs his engine. It's just so cute that you think you can outdo him. He'll just have to show you otherwise and fuck you till the only words you can speak are his name and "please more."

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

Won't do anything with the claws. He has enough anxiety about waking up from a nightmare and impaling you by accident. Anything reminding him of that possibility has his dick soft in seconds.

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

Logan is a lover boy through and through, so that man would have no problem eating you out. He enjoys making you feel so good, and he loves having to hold you in place by your thighs cause you're squirming around so much. He also loves having his hair pulled, so do that and he'll grind himself against the mattress a few times.

As for receiving, Logan thinks it's so cute when you offer to blow him. He's never gonna say no. He loves watching you go to work on him, bobbing your head with such dedication and making yourself gag when you try to take too much.

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

90% of the time he's fast, but that doesn't always mean rough; though he can do that too. You just feel so so good, it's hard for him to take his time. He can if he's in the mood or is tired and just wants something lazy. But usually he's bucking into without holding back.

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

He has no problem with quickies. If you're living at the mansion, you gotta seize the opportunity when it presents itself. As established, he's fast anyways. He will get you and himself there in a matter of minutes. Plus, it presents the bonus of knowing his cum is leaking out of you for the rest of the day.

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

If you came to Logan with something you wanted to try in bed, he'd most likely be down. There isn't much that's going to be a hard no for him. Even if he's not super into it personally, he'd still be willing to play with it if it was something that got you going. Plus the fact that you asked at all shows you trust him which means a lot to him.

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

In his prime, he can last for a while and go multiple rounds. He's got that uncharted regenerative capability. He can get hard again pretty fast, and he will put that ability to use if you're feeling needy. He'll tease you about being insatiable even though he wants it just as much.

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

Does not own any toys. He doesn't feel the need. If you wanted to try using toys in the bedroom, he would, but he's never going to suggest that on his own. He prefers just pleasuring you without aid.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Logan is nothing if not a tease. Since the day you met him, he can't seem to go too long without trying to get a reaction out of you. And that extends to the bedroom. He loves edging you and then teasing you for how you whine. Gets you near tears by overstimulating you and then coos at you "What's wrong, sweetheart? Doesn't it feel good?"

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

He's not loud, but he's vocal. He growls and grunts right next to your ear, letting you hear every little sound he makes. He talks you through it too. "Ohhh, look at that face, that's my baby. Feels so good, doesn't it? That's my girl."

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

One of the hottest things Logan's seen is when he caught you having a dream about him. The way your moans were all soft and hazy with sleep and your thighs were pressing against each other as you squirmed. It got him all riled up knowing he was on your mind even when you were unconscious.

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

He's got a big cock. It's a good length, and it's pretty thick. There's a pretty vein that goes up the shaft. His balls are heavy too. Nice and big to go with his dick.

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

Yearner is Logan's middle name. He pined for you, and now that he has you, he's not gonna waste that. He's got a high sex drive and you guys are doing it most days of the week at least once.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He takes a while to fall asleep afterwards. He just likes to make sure you've settled. He'll watch you sleep for a little bit and be alone with his thoughts before finally conking out.

[xoxochb]

ok but like- jason grace smut with virgin! Reader tho??? Like sweet but hard??? Am i tweaking???

if ur tweaking we’re BOTH tweaking on this one

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you knew that if your first was going to be with anyone you would want it to be with jason grace.

because overall he was the sweetest person you knew, boyfriend or not— and you were sure you were completely okay with him taking your virginity.

but, shit, nothing could have prepared you for the permanent outstretching of your walls. thought you do suppose it was a good sort of pain. yet, your eyes still conquer tears to roll down your pretty flushed cheeks.

you weren’t entirely sure of the customs of sex, how everything happened— were you supposed to hurt this much? but even despite how harshly jason thrusted in you, like he absolutely hated your guts, he still managed to be sweet on you.

every few moments his lips would linger over your salty tears, kissing each of them away for you, but then at the same time as he does this, he pushes your hips farther into him, to a point where you feel him filling up your tummy. and it’s not that you’re overly petite, you’re just ninety-nine percent sure he’s too huge to be healthily fitting into you.

the best analogy coming to your fuzzy mind is that he’s like a malnourished man that hadn’t eaten for months, now finally receiving food he’s taking full advantage of it— yet he still diligently takes his time eating each peace sure not to eat too fast.

one of his hands goes from your tummy to your face, rubbing the pad of his thumb over your falling tears. “shhh, don’t cry.” he pecks a tear from your eye, you feel his glasses fall slightly onto your head.

you let the back of your head rub against the pillow, the friction ruining your hair. your words come out in strangled cries, “can’t—… jase, I—”

he gets it, you suppose.

you pull at his blond locks harshly, his head falling into your shoulder, glasses at last slipping off his nose and onto the sheets beside you. with being by your ear, he murmurs quiet praises through your climax.

though you only end up crying even more. but his grip on your hips begins to loosen slightly, which does ultimately soothe you along with his gentle voice in your ear.

despite your tears and the horrible pain in your cunt, you’re still pretty happy that your first was with jason fucking grace of everyone.

[mdsbabygirl]

Being in a poly relationship w these two..

An imagine+ Headcanons

Pairing: Otoya Eita x FEM! reader x Karasu Tabito

Genre: fluff+smut

Wc: 2k

Cw: threesome, use of pet names, vulgar language, jealousy, a lot of flirting, double penetration, oral, a bit of exhibitionism if you squint reaaaaly hard.. idk..

NOT PROOFREAD

Otoya is a master of flirtation, always surprising you with his unexpected and playful advances. Whenever you're at a party or in public, he'll casually do ninja moves with his hands, which would end in him holding your hand, or pulling you closer, or simply tickling your side. His flirting is so refined yet silly that it always leaves you giggling while a soft flush paints your cheeks.

In contrast, Karasu is more straightforward, often acting like a know-it-all. He has a habit of explaining complex topics to you, sometimes even mansplaining shit even when you don't wanna hear it. Despite his condescending nature, you can tell that Karasu deeply cares for you. He still insists that everyone is a moron and an idiot, but he makes sure to reassure you that he doesn't think you're clueless.

Together, the three of you make for a dynamic couple. The two men always make you feel both adored and secure in the relationship. When Karasu is at his exasperating best, Otoya is there to lighten the mood with his flirting, and vice versa.

You really feel privileged to be in the company of these two remarkable men, each bringing their unique strengths to the table.

Now that we've got that settled, let's see what kind of boyfriends they'd be like?

I think Otoya would be that kind of overly flirtatious bf, the kind to make you flustered at any moment, just to see how cute you look with your face all flushed. Also I reckon he'd like seeing you get jealous over him. He'd think it's such a turn on seeing your lovely face with a slight scowl on it, or a cute pout whenever you see him get a little too chatty with some girls.. I mean Otoya's got the charms ok, so it's inevitable he gets bitches. So whenever girls come around him just to "chat" he would talk to them, flashing his hot smirk and flatter them w compliments, like any womanizer would do.. HOWEVER, when he sees you get too mad he smugly looks at the bitches he was taking to and goes like "sorry ladies, I'm taken! My pretty gf is literally shooting daggers at me with her eyes, can't make the love of my life mad now can't I?!" And mind you, he says this with the hottest, most heart throbbing, pussy clenching, hot asf tone before looking at you and winking.

Eita loves you, he really does, you're the only woman he ever thinks about, the only person he has in his heart, and if you'd ever asked him to give you his heart he'd literally give it to you, but still he can't deny himself the satisfaction from seeing you get so mad.. it gives him such an ego boost.

As for Karasu, I don't think he'd be much on making you get jealous. I think he'd be kinda cold in the relationship, maybe not too much of a talkative unlike Eita. This doesn't mean he can't make you a flustering mess with just one gesture. I think he's the type to just randomly wrap an arm around you and pull you closer. This time, like Otoya, Karasu enjoys having you in his proximity, feeling your body's warmth on his makes him feel good, and happy to have you as his gf. (Maybe that's why he's always touching you whenever he's pounding you, but we'll get to that later lol) when you'd look up at him to ask him why he did that all of the sudden, he'd smirk, looking down at you telling you "you're mine sweetie, I can have you around as much as I want!" He'd say that with his charming voice, making you melt inside, blushing like an idiot schoolgirl. Of course he'd chuckle, pointing out how much of a flushing mess you are, which once again makes you even more flustered.

Now.. remember when I told you Otoya would get you jealous on purpose? Yeah, imagine he's doing that during a party, and of course you're pissed. Like you were supposed to enjoy your time together, but he decided it was a good time to bitch around(lol). So now you're like third.. no maybe fourth or even fifth wheeling, while some girls are flirting w your Otoya, so now you're sipping on your drink all alone.. Then, smug bitchy Karasu comes up to you from behind, and whispers something in your ear. He was shitting on Otoya's Rizz, which made you giggle. When he turned to see what you were chuckling at, Karasu was quick to wrap his arm around your waist, tilting your chin up, "he's such a moron! I don't know how he could let such a gorgeous girl like you go!" He affirmed, looking pettily at Eita before pressing a tender kiss to your lips. "You're my only one!" He confessed to you, but mostly it was to piss off Otoya.

Oh yes, these two are highly competitive when it comes to you. Every situation is a good opportunity for them to show how much of a good bf they can be and how they can be better than the other. It has always been like this, ever since the first moment they laid eyes on you. The first time they saw you, you were so gorgeous (you still are btw ❤️), looking ever so confident, your pretty hair swayed gracefully as you walked, and your angelic face really did a number on them. They bantered endlessly, arguing who would be the most suitable bf for you, until they both said fuck It, and they confessed to you at the same time.. you were so fluttered, your cheeks tinting a pink color, as you told them you liked them both and wanted to date them at the same time. They were a bit surprised at first but then they were fine with it, it could be interesting.. and sexy.

Back to our little scenario, otoya seeing the scene before him, just left the girls and walked up to you, and with a smirk said "my my ... What's happening here?" As he too wrapped an arm around your frame. He looked intensely in Karasu's eyes, another one of their stupid male contest shit. You knew that you had to intervene otherwise this would've led to them bantering. "Ok, what if we just stop with this childishness?!" You asked, putting yourself between the two men, "what childishness princess? I don't see anything childish in showing my love for you" said Eita, who hugged you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder, still looking smugly at Karasu. "Ha, weren't you flirting w some other girls just a few seconds ago?!" Chuckled Tabito.

Oh fuck.. not only were you now sandwiched between your two overly egoistic and competitive bfs, but they were also in the middle of their stupid bickering. "That is none of your business, plus, my sweet y/n knows I didn't mean any of that!" He said in a more deeper voice, his face nuzzling in the crook of your neck, before plastering a wet kiss on your very hot skin. "She knows I only have eyes for her, right y/n?" He asked, his sultry voice succefully seducing you, making you feel tingles of excitement. Your breath started to become slightly heavier, as  you now felt Karasu's presence even closer than before, his face now low enough to face you, "well you're not the only one who has eyes for her dumbass" he spoke to his friend, his hand caressing your cheek as his body pressed flush on yours, his hardening bulge pressing on your lower abdomen... Oh shit, things are starting to heat up pretty quickly..

Otoya seeing this, pressed his hard-on on your butt too... Your face was now a deep shade of red, your mind too fogged by a forming lust to even find words. The men seeing your state, smirked, deciding it was best to continue this at home..

The night of passion begins with Otoya tenderly kissing your neck and shoulders, his fingers trailing down your body. Meanwhile, Karasu, is making out with you, his plush lips dancing in unison with yours as his tongues explores your mouth. His hands are on your breasts, massaging the soft mounds and teasing your hardened nipples.

Your arousal builds as the two men take turns worshiping your body. Their mouths and hands work in perfect unison, leaving you begging for them.

Now there's a few possibilities to what comes next, it's either they take turns eating you out, or it's just one of them who does that while the other gets a handjob..

When they're needy for your pussy, they'd take turns devouring your cute cunt. When Otoya's eating you out, his style can be best described as fluid, creative, and fun. He likes to tease, starting by licking around the outer lips of your vagina, tasting your sweet nectar. As he works his way in, his tongue undulates around your clit, occasionally sucking gently on it.

He varies his approach, sometimes using the flat of his tongue to tease the length of your slit or flicking it across your sensitive clit with a playful lightness. Eita's skilled at using his fingers, too, often rubbing your G-spot as he laps at your folds.

Karasu's oral sex style is a bit rougher, more determined. He wastes no time in getting to the heart of the matter. Once he positions himself between your legs, he applies pressure with his tongue, pressing firmly against your clit. The sensation is intense, and it always leaves you gasping for breath. Unlike otoya, Tabito is not one for teasing. He knows the spots to hit and focuses his efforts there. This direct approach, combined with his strong tongue, makes your body go soft like putty.

That's why, Otoya's behind you, holding you tightly as he kisses you intensely and whispers endless praises in your ear. These two men might be competitive sometimes, but just like in soccer those two make a great team, especially if it's for the purpose of pleasing you.

As for the second possiblity it depends, when one of them is devouring your puffy cunny, and the other is way too horny, I think they just take your hand and wrap it around their painfully hard cock, making you move your hand until you get what they want, so u start pumping their shaft, which elicits a moan from them ..

Now for penetration... It's inevitable the two of them would wanna fill your holes at the same time.. so each of them picks a hole to fuck for the night.. Easy🫠..

As they finally sink into you, you're enveloped by the warmth of their bodies and the euphoria of being desired by such exceptional men.

Otoya, known for his fluidity, starts with slow, deliberate thrusts, he fills you completely, drawing you in with each inward motion. And Karasu enters you with precision, his cock gliding inside, stretching you and filling you with his girth.

Your moans meld with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. The two men in perfect sync, their rhythms intertwining. The feeling of fullness is both overwhelming and exhilarating, making you cum so quickly, therefore making you clench so hard around them. The constant fluttering of your holes from the continuous stimulation drives the two men over the edge, spilling their seed deep inside your abused holes; or making them pull out and cumming on different part of your bodies, sometimes your face, your stomach, mouth.. it depends from their mood.

As the intensity of your lovemaking subsides, you find solace in the warmth of your two loving boyfriends. They tenderly cradle you, basking in the afterglow, and gently stroke your hair. The air is thick with the heady scent of sex and shared intimacy.

In this post-coital repose, you all revel in the vulnerability that comes with exposure. Y'all share whispers of love, appreciation, and tenderness. Eita, known for his charm and wit, might quip a joke, eliciting a soft giggle from you.

Karasu, ever the logical one, takes the opportunity to check in with you. He inquires about any needs or concerns, showing his thoughtful side.

In the end your trio, entwined, revels in the sweet calm that follows the storm of passion.

© mdsbabygirl do not copy or translate my work without my permission

[lixie-phoria]

ੈ✩‧ ➛ han jisung thinks he's subtle as he pines over you

pairing : han x gn reader ; genre : fluff | warnings : none ; word count : 0.8k words

summary : han jisung couldn't be more subtle as he pined after you. ranging from eagerly buying your merchandise to watching your favorite shows just so he has more reasons to talk to you. it would've been adorable if it hadn't been going on for so long.

chan's ver. | hyunjin's ver. | jeongin's version | felix's ver. | lee know's ver. | changbin's ver.

if there was one thing han jisung would never judge overly zealous kpop stans for, was their passion. Never for the way they would viciously defend their bias or spend an unnecessary amount of money when trading photocards. He would never question their excitement. He couldn't. Not when he was on the same boat as them.

You were a rookie idol, so new to the world of kpop, so full of life and love for what you did, never letting the fame get to your head. Nobody could blame han for falling for you, really. The poor boy was so in love it was comical. He thought he was subtle with the way he was always steaming your music and buying your merch. He thought nobody would notice the secret fan account he ran for you on Twitter and Instagram. Han jisung thought he was a mastermind for the way he "skilfully" kept his crush a secret. But the boy could fool absolutely nobody, not his members nor yours. yes things were hard because of JYPs dating ban for rookie idols but did that stop him from being delusional? absolutely not.

the members caught him multiple times giggling to your instagram posts or marveling at your vocals during a performance. it was like watching a teenage boy fall in love for the first time, complete with the dreamy sighs and feet kicking.

when changbin caught jisung eagerly watching a show in their dorm early one morning, he wasn't that surprised. but when he found out it was a romance show? that raised a few questions because nearly everyone knew han was more of a horror lover. that was until the older man found out the shows name. of course han jisung was watching the show you had recently revealed in an interview you were obsessed with. the excited grin on his face and slight furrow between his brows as he concentrated on the plot would've been adorable if changbin hadn't been so exasperated. This was the seventh k-drama jisung was watching for you. just so he could find more reasons to talk to you, as if he didn't spend nearly half his time texting you either ways.

"Enjoying the story, han?"

of course han hadn't noticed changbin walk into his room. not when he was dutifully remembering every moment playing on the screen so he could talk to you about it later.

"yeah it's a nice show."

"i bet the person who recommended it is real nice too, huh?"

"hyung!"

changbin wished he could take a picture of the blush spreading across jisung's face and down his neck and send it to you with a message in big bold letters reading THIS MAN IS IN LOVE WITH YOU PLEASE ACKOWLEDGE HIM!!! but jisung would go wild so he chose the safer option of leaning again the younger boy's door frame, a teasing smirk playing at his lips.

"do you like this show better than the one you finished watching last week, which was also recommended by y/n?"

"i am not watching these shows just because y/n likes them."

"oh ok, so you're not going to text them about this episode the instant you're done watching it?"

"nope."

"good! so you don't mind if i text them about it instead? because i just finished the show last night."

it was a lie, obviously, but han was immediately scrambling up from his position on the bed, trying to convince changbin against it while trying not to blow his cover.

"just tell them you like them, jisung, y/n's not gonna avoid you for it."

"chan hyung just finished teasing me about this too, please don't start again."

changbin wished he could record han whining his denials too, because he couldn't believe how whipped someone could be.

that was until jisung's phone vibrated with a notification, and his disbelief only grew as he watched his member's eyes light up. jisung kept only your notifications on, so it was obvious who had texted him. all thoughts of changbin were forgotten as jisung eagerly read whatever you had sent, typing back his response immediately, earning a snort from changbin. jisung was known among their friend group for being a ghoster, but of course he was texting you back immediately. changbin knew he wasn't going to get any more responses when han didn't even look up from the screen.

"you better confess soon or im going to text them from your phone one day."

"you wouldn't dare!"

"i most certainly would."

changbin cackled as he left the younger boy shouting indignantly from his room. he knew the seven of them would breathe a sigh of relief only when han finally came clear to you about his feelings. until then, all they could hope for was the boy mustering the courage required to do so quick.

©lixie-phoria, 2023

tags : @lethallyprotected @dreamingaboutjisung @selcayuri @bangchansbae @aak22 @foxinnie8 @hamburgers101 @starlostlaiba (send an ask to be added/removed!)

[cassianig]

- Why Didn't You Wait for Me? -

Rindou Haitani - Words: 1405 warnings: uhh reader gets their drink spiked, dw nothing happens!! just a warning in general ive never been to a house party, never gotten my drink spiked so i did my best if its bad my bad.

no pronouns used rin calls reader pretty and ran calls her princess

hehe he poses so goofy. (got this off Pinterest ngl to u.)

You stand in front of the lively house, your phone in hand. You glance down at your phone and then back up at the house. This was the address Rindou had sent to meet at. You glance back at your phone looking over the messages you two had shared in the last hour.

———

[You]: [image]

[You]: does this look ok?

[Rinnie<3]: You look perfect. Now hurry up, you know I don’t like to wait.

[You]: are you sure they’re ok with meeting me?

[Rinnie<3]: Yes, they are happy to meet you.

[Rinnie<3]: Ran says to hurry up he wants to see you.

[You]: what was the location again?

[Rinnie<3]: ➤ Started Sharing a Live Location with you.

[You]: omw.

Read: 9:26 PM

———

You sigh and glance back at the building sending him a quick text, before you walk towards the front door. 

When you reach the front door, it’s cracked open. You push it open and step into the overly crowded two story house. You glance around scanning the crowd looking for either Rindou or his older brother. Your eyes flick from person to person, group to group. You bite onto your lip and glance back at your phone.

———

[You]: i'm walking in rn

[Rinnie<3]: Wait for me at the door.

[You]: ok hurry there's so many people

[Rinnie]: I’m wrapping something up just give me a min.

———

You stand by the door, awkward and out of place, nervously twisting your fingers and tapping your foot in waiting.

Your head turns when you hear a voice call out to you. “Hey there, you look lost. You looking for someone?”

You nod your head, “Yeah actually, well kind of.” 

“I know almost everyone here, shoot, I can probably point you in the right direction.” He gives you a charming smile, stepping right next to you, your shoulders almost touching.

“Well, my boyfriend said he’d meet me here,” You stated, unsure of whether or not you should tell him or just wait.

“C’mon, shoot!” He challenged rather confidently.

“Okay… I’m looking for Haitani Rindou and Ran, do you know where they might be?”

“Hmm,” He places a finger on his chin, “I think they might be in the kitchen, that's where I saw them last… Let me take you?”

You glance at your phone then back at him, “Yeah, alright.” 

He guides you through the mass of people around the house, you stick close to him as he leads you towards the kitchen. 

You pass through the archway that leads into the kitchen, you glance around and see no sign of your boyfriend.

“I don’t see him.” You voiced looking towards the guy. 

“He was just here, I swear I saw him.” He places his hands on his hips, “Here, I’ll help you look.”

“Ah- I should just go back to my waiting spot.” You point your thumb over your shoulder.

“I insist!” He remarks, reaching a hand out to which I just glance at. He retracts it and scratches the back of his neck. “Let me introduce myself, I’m Kenji. Would you like to get a drink and look for your boyfriend and his brother?”

You hesitate for a moment, “Yeah, alright.”

“Cool, what can I get ya?” He turns towards the liquor. 

“Oh- I don’t really drink.” You clarify, “Is there water or soda?”

“Oh, yeah that's cool, there's some coke over here,” He grabs a bottle of coca cola. “Ice, no ice?”

“Ice, please.” You tell with a smile.

“Gotcha.” He turns his back to you as he grabs the ice and puts it in the cup, then he turns and pours the soda. “Here you are.”

“Thanks.” You take the glass from him with a small smile.

“No problem, let's go find this missing man, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You nod, following him out of the kitchen and bringing the glass to your lips taking a small sip.

—

After a while of looking Kenji walks ahead of you with his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets, and stagger behind. Trying to keep up but your vision was starting to get blurry and your footing was beginning to turn wonky.

“Ken-Kenji.” You call in a slur, trying to get him to slow down.

“Hm?”

“You’re going so fast- I’m not- I’m not feeling well. Can we take a seat somewhere so I can text Rindou?” You slur, grasping onto the wall as you blink slowly, reaching behind you to grab your phone.

“Kenji?” You call.

No response.

“Ken-”

“Hey,” A gentle hand places on your shoulder turning you around, “Who’s Kenj- Whoa are you okay?”

Your eyes focus in on the figure in front of you spotting the glasses, the multi-colored hair, “R-Rinnie?” 

“What happened? I was looking for you.” He places his free hand on your other shoulder for stability, leaning you against the wall.

“I don’t feel so good, Rin-” You breathe in a slur, your hand clumsily coming to grasp one of his.

“I can see that, what happened?”

“I was looking for you, Kenji was helping,” You glanced at where Kenji was last. “Woah, Kenji is gone.”

“Kenji?”

“Some guy I met, he told me he knew where you were, and fixed me a drink and we were going to find you, and look I found you.” You smile up at him.

Rindou’s eyebrows furrow, “Fucking dead man, he must have spiked your drink, did he touch you? Are you okay?”

You shake your head, “Mm-mm.”

“He didn’t touch you or you’re not okay? Use your words, pretty.”

“Didn’t touch me. ‘M really really sorry.” You lean against him, “I was trying to be nice.”

“Well don't.” He speaks bluntly, “I don’t give a shit who it is if you don’t know them, don't go with them, don’t take drinks from them, and sure as hell don’t leave our meeting spot.”

You lean down the wall, and Rindou crouches in front of you, “Didn’t mean to.”

“I know, pretty. But why didn’t you wait for me? I was almost done, almost there.” He sighs out, tucking loose hair behind your ear.

“Didn’t want to rely on you. Or bother you, was gonna find you.” 

“(Y/N).” He speaks, tucking his index and middle fingers under your chin, lifting your head to look at him. “You could never be a bother, you know that?”

You nod, “‘m really, really sorry, Rinnie.”

“You don’t need to apologize to me, pretty.”

He gently guides you to your feet, “Now, come on, we’re going to go find Ran and the others.”

You shake your head, “No… Can’t let them meet me like this.”

“It’s okay pretty, we’re only going to want a few answers.”

“Of what.”

“Kenji.”

—

Rindou leads you to a couch in the middle of a room with a group of people sitting at it. Ran notices you two first and stands to his feet walking up and wrapping an arm around you.

“What happened to you, princess?” Ran asked with a look of concern on his face.

“Some idiot spiked a drink and gave it to her.” Rindou answers for you.

“He seemed nice.” You slur.

“They all do.” Ran shook his head and they sat you on the couch.

“What was his name?” An unfamiliar voice calls.

“Kenji.” Rindou answered.

“What was he wearing? I’ll beat his ass. No one messes with my baby brother's future wife.”

“Huh?”

“Stay focused.”

“Sorry. He was- He was in a red jacket, it was poofy like this.” You gesture with your hands.

“That’s great, (Y/N). What else was he wearing?” Rindou asks.

“... Black pants, they were also poofy.”

“I know who that is.” Another unknown voice, you turn your head to see a guy with a tattoo on the side of his head, blonde.

“He had an ugly nose.”

The guy snorts, glancing at you, “Did he?”

“Mhm.”

“Take us to him, Shion.” 

“Okay.”

“Okay, pretty. You sit here with my friend Kakucho, okay?”

You nod, “Where are you going?”

“To go kick someone's ass.”

“Rindou-”

“Don’t worry about that pretty head of yours. We’ll be alright after all there's five of us and one of him.”

—

Let’s just say you had to meet them all again, they loved you and invited you out more!!

They also loved to make fun of Rindou for how much of a simp he is around you

Kenji was never seen again. Dun dun dun

[identifying-cars-in-posts]

A long overdue update:

Hi everyone. Long time no see. I literally have not opened Tumblr since the last time I posted here. Hope everyone is doing ok. Figured I owed y’all an apology and explanation for kinda just vanishing.

First, I did in fact get a car! It’s a 2015 Nissan Versa Note. I don’t particularly like it but a friend gave me a deal on it that I couldn’t turn down. Once my life stabilizes I’m probably going to sell it and buy an old truck, maybe a 70s Ford. I’d love a little sports car or a land yacht but rear wheel drive is a bit impractical for brutal New England winters, and the Jeep really put me in Old American Truck Mode. But yes I have a car now!

Second, unfortunately this is an official notice of hiatus. When I last posted saying I was taking some time off it was because I had just had an incredibly stressful move and did not have the energy to keep this blog up. I figured I’d take some time to get settled in, relax, and then pick this back up after a week or two, but the last month has been really rough - the short version is one of the people I was living with turned out to be a pretty horrendous human being who managed to get everybody living in the house essentially kicked out via sheer drama. Within a month and a half. It’s a long story but tl:dr if you quite literally slander a property manager with heavy unfounded accusations of horrible crimes, they’ll probably bail from the whole situation. And since they’re gone the landlord has to hand ownership of everything over to a company that’s forcing everyone still here to vacate. I’m now fighting to not have to live in aforementioned Nissan Versa through the aforementioned brutal New England winter. On top of that, I’m a retail manager so we’re going into our busiest most stressful season, so that’s been an extra level of exhaustion.

So what does that mean for this blog? Well, as I said, I’m officially going on indefinite hiatus, as are the projects I was working on in relation, including the reference website. I’m really sorry, I’m just way too stressed and dealing with way too much. If I could, I would just hand off administrative power to someone else, but this is a sideblog so I can’t hand off login credentials without also giving access to my main/personal account. It’s my biggest regret of this account, but when I started it I never expected it to blow up the way it did back in September - I had no reason to expect to need it to be its own entirely separate blog. I love what I was doing here and I thought that it might even be a nice distraction from everything going on, but the upkeep required with this blog is just more than I can deal with right now. I hope that things settle down soon and that I can genuinely come back here and enjoy what I was doing, but I just need literally anything to level out in my real life and to not be in 100% survival mode, because at the moment I literally do not have the energy to pour into this.

Anyway. Sorry for the long post, I’m not good at not being overly verbose. I’m really sorry for kind of abandoning this project, and I hope I can get back to it relatively soon, it just might be a while.

In the mean time, I hope those of y’all who I turned onto cars as a potential hobby find some other good outlets! I highly recommend Donut Media’s series “Up to Speed” on YouTube, as well as the channels Regular Car Reviews, Doug DeMuro, Garbage Time, and Aging Wheels. All great YouTube channels that are both informative and very approachable and fun.

Godspeed and much love. Hope to see y’all soon

- Identifying Cars in Posts admin ❤️

[headcanonenthusiast]

König NSFW headcanons

It was certainly a close call on the last poll, but König won! So, as promised, here are some NSFW headcanons of this absolute behemoth of a man 😎

I also like König, personally, but it will never not be hilarious to me that this dude doesn't have nearly as much screentime, development, and well, almost everything compared to other characters like Price or Ghost yet SKYROCKETED to popularity while the other members of KorTac are ignored 😭 Ppl like what they like ig.

(I completely understand that this type of content is not everyone's cup of tea, and that's ok! But, please scroll and ignore if this type of content isn't your thing as opposed to leaving any sort of negative comments.)

NSFW under the cut.

-He's quite obviously noticed by now that he's tall as fuck.

-And the cocky bastard 100% uses that to his advantage.

-Will back you up against anything and trap you there. The wall, a countertop, a corner, anywhere and everywhere he can trap you with his body.

-Now, how him trapping you plays out depends on how you act.

-If you're more playful and disobedient? He's a lot more rough, more demanding, more determined to pin you down and take what he wants.

-"Are you going to do what I say? Or are you going to keep acting like a fucking slut?"

-But if you're more inclined to submit to him, he's the exact opposite. He treats you so delicately, as if you were an expensive vase he doesn't want to break.

-"Oh, I'm sorry, meine liebe. Did I startle you? I didn't mean to."

-Then he's gently pulling you into his chest as his giant hands roam your body.

-Major size kink. The shorter you are compared to him = the gentler he is. Just feel like he doesn't have the heart to be too harsh on you if the height difference is more drastic.

-"No, no, no. I'm not doing that to you, meine liebe."

-His hands run all over your body in a gentle manner, practically cooing and begging at you to change your request. He's too anxious about hurting you if you're much shorter.

-"I don't think you could take it, schatz. You're so much smaller than me, there's no way it won't hurt for you."

-Does love hearing you beg, though. So if you ask really nicely, and repeat your chosen safeword like 50 times, and give him more time to prep you, he might give in.

-"Fine, fine. But, you tell me the moment it hurts, ja? Ja, good. Good girl/boy."

-The way he acts is honestly so dependant on how his partner acts, although he almost always insists on being dominate. That's set in stone.

-But as much as he insists on being on top, he won't be too rough unless you have consented beforehand and act like more of a brat.

-So focused on your eyes at all times, not just when he's pounding you.

-"What? Why are you eyeing me like that?"

-And then when you beg for sex, he'll chuckle with his arms crossed, an amused smirk on his face.

-"Oh, that's why. Alright, fine. I'll give you what you want."

-Does make you beg no matter how you act, though.

-"If, and only if, you ask nicely."

-And if you refuse? May God have mercy on you, because König certainly won't.

-"And just who the hell are you to speak to me that way, huh? When did you become such a brat?"

-Narrows his eyes and is absolutely appaled when you swear at him. Like, hand to his chest, overly dramatic ass expression on his face as if you've actually hurt his feelings and this isn't all consensual.

-"Fine, then I'll just find a better use for that filthy little mouth of yours."

-A huge sucker (no pun intended) for blowjobs.

-If you're someone who likes it rougher and prefers being a brat, he's gonna go a bit harsher on your throat. He gives you a long af lecture for no reason, ranting while his giant fingers dig into your hair.

-"Why do you make things so difficult, liebling? Why?"

-Big fan of fucking you dumb. Prays that he's able to basically turn your mind to mush everytime. And when he does, his ego skyrockets.

-"It must be because you're such a little slut for me. Is that right? Habe ich damit recht, liebling? Was für eine Schlampe du für mich bist."

-But, if you give him a blowjob and are listening to him, it'd go something more like this.

-"You don't have to take it all at once, schatz. It's too much for you."

-"Careful, darling. Don't choke on my cock, now. Don't make your throat sore."

-And he's gently rubbing the back of your head, content hums and moans falling from his lips as he admires you sucking his cock.

-5 inches soft, 7 inches hard and you already know it's fat asf (lord have MERCY 😶)

-Carries you around a lot. Will gladly fuck you with you in his arms if you let him.

-Always grabbing onto your hips, thighs, and even your belly if you're chubbier. He just needs a partner he can grab onto while having sex.

-Really likes to tap the tip of his cock against your clit/dick/ass. Smiles if it makes you twitch a little.

-Praises your pussy/ass constantly for how tight it is.

-"Fuck, this pussy/ass is so tight. Feels so good.."

-And it's either he's cumming super deep inside of you, or he's pulling out at the last minute to paint your pussy lips/ass cheeks with his cum.

-Always enjoys seeing the finished product afterwards, whether it's inside or on you.

-And if you're chubbier? He wants to cum on that belly. In fact, he will. There's barely anything to stop him (besides you using your safeword, ofc) from cumming on your belly.

-"There we go, my perfect little liebling. You look so pretty/handsome painted in my cum."

-He also seems to count eating you out/sucking you off as aftercare. He'll gladly, and very gently, use his mouth on you so you can cum again.

-Then for the actual aftercare, it's fairly simple. He doesn't talk much, just wanting to pass out, but he'll put your head on his chest, a hand on your back with light kisses pressed to your scalp. He allows himself to become your bed as you both drift off.

-And don't worry if you'd prefer more talking for doing so well for him, he'll be sure to properly praise you tomorrow. The entire morning after sex, he's doting upon your every whim, ensuring that he didn't hurt you at all.

Translations: mein/meine = my

Liebling = darling

Schatz = treasure/sweetheart

Liebe = love

Habe ich damit recht, liebling? Was für eine Schlampe du für mich bist. = Am I right about that, darling? What a slut you are for me.

Yall I wrote this while half asleep, I'm so sorry if there's any spelling mistakes 😭

I also had fun with this. I love König just as much as the next basic König lover who's only ever heard of him from tiktok, but I cannot take him 100% seriously, as terrifying as he is 😭 its probably bc of his voice ngl.

Anyways, Ghost is up next! Hope you enjoyed.

[thetxtdevil]

An addition to the Strawberry Shortcake Universe, I made short thoughts of dessert Enhypen members.

content: strawberry shortcake!au, slightly suggestive

In Strawberryland, where all the people are happy and a little fruity…

Cherry Cola Heeseung x Coco Calypso

Heeseung’s bubbly personality, big cherry eyes, and bigger smile made it hard for Coco Calypso(You) to keep their friendship as it was and nothing more. Every time Cherry Cola Hee came to visit your tropical getaway, you couldn’t help but thirst for his glowing tanned skin and the slight droplets of cola dripping from his mahogany hairline.

Blackberry Cheesecake Jay x Raspberry Tart

Childhood friends who connected with both of your sour personalities and the dream of becoming runway models. Your dreams come true however, Raspberry Tart(You) lose contact with Blackberry Jay while pursuing your respective careers in the Big Apple City. For the holidays, you two decide to go home to Strawberryland. While on break Jay asks to have dinner with you, little did you know that the once nostalgic scent of his creamy cheesecake was now making your mouth water and thighs press together.

Sugar Cookie Jake x Orange Blossom

Cookie cutter of a man, so simple and sweet, Jake is someone everyone fonds over. There was nothing he could do wrong however, there was a side to him that no one knew, the rough burnt edges that fired his needs. Lucky for Sugar Cookie Jake, he found that the fresh citrusy scent of Orange Blossom(You) settled his needs until he eventually needed more.

Tiramisu Sunghoon x Crape Suzette

Your fruity friends convinced Crape Suzette(You) to go ice skating at the local ice rink. New to the hobby, you were a fast learner, however, the flash of the Tiramisu boy and his sweet espresso scent had you distracted. Feeling confident you let go of the handrail only to slip and fall on the hard, cold ground. And to your surprise that same distracting espresso scent came up to you, hovering over asking if you were alright. You were really hoping he couldn’t see up your skirt right now.

Cotton Candy Sunoo x Rainbow Sherbet

You two were always messing around, cuddly, and clinging onto each other like you were attached to the hip. The moment Rainbow Sherbet(You) playfully kissed and gave a bold lick on Cotton Candy Sunoo’s colorful cheek, the sweet man gasped. Little did you know your fairy floss friend’s skin was sensitive and now he was melting under your touch.

Chocolate Strawberry Jungwon x Banana Candy

The sugary smell and pastel atmosphere of a candy shop could make anyone happy, except for Banana Candy(You). The Strawberryland’s Candy Shop was a family business, a business you weren’t overly fond of, but dealt with. What angered you the most was when your father hired an overly happy, hardworking Chocolate Strawberry Jungwon. Something about the sweet man made your stomach twist and burn, however, not in a displeasureble way.

Matcha Mochi Niki x Almond Tea

The bright green of the bamboo surrounding the both of you, kneeling at your patio table full of scrumptious foods. The environment matches the mint of Mochi Niki’s hair and catches your eye. Almond Tea(You) adores his elegance of placing your favorite set of china on his lips fully devoted to the flavors of your tea. However, there are times when accidentally spits the liquid out from laughing but that’s ok because you love him.

Yours Cruelly,

Enhypen's Lucifer

PS -If you're interested in writing a full fic message me, I don't bite ☺️

taglist: @izzyy-stuff, @naoristerling, @inkigayocamman

[avengersome]

OK, having scrolled the ACGAS tag, I see that I completely disagree with numerous opinions of episode 5.05. So here are my thoughts…

Miss Grantley was, in my opinion, not a ‘love interest’ she was a ‘plot device’. The same way Gerald was, in the end, also a plot device.

Gerald taught Audrey that she could have love again. That she could be loved again. That she could once again build a life with a man. And the fact of her going to leave with him, then changing her mind, taught her what was truly important to her, and what she couldn’t live without.

G’s mere existence also taught Siegfried what was truly important to him, and how much he needed Audrey.

Miss Grantley was of interest to Siegfried, yes. A beautiful brunette, animal loving woman who knows her mind and speaks it. Hmm… who does that remind us of? Anyway, for the first time in a couple of years Siegfried actually came out of his shell and showed an interest in somebody. At no point did it seem she was romantically interested in him, however. In fact she suggested that she thought him inferior to her, when she gave him the book to read, and Siegfried looked a little hurt by that. He also ditched the book the moment a family trip to the Drovers was suggested.

I’ve seen somebody say that they thought this was a classist bit of writing. That it showed that Siegfried only would go with somebody ‘of his own class’. I don’t see that. In fact I see the opposite. He turned to Audrey for advice about Carmody, listened intently, and thanked her for said advice. And then when she asked him directly if they should join the others at the pub he eagerly agreed.

I’ve also seen it said that this is too slow a burn and no progress has been made. Again I disagree. Siegfried has been obviously smitten with Audrey for two series now, and this year they have been closer together, despite her having a new role that takes her out of the house for some evenings. Several times we have seen her gazing at him with a loving smile, or giggling at what he says this series. We saw her teasing him lovingly in the car in 5.02 as well.

An episode titled ‘pair bond’ ended with the two of them together, talking about their family, and then going out of the door to the pub. All after he had unceremoniously dumped Miss G’s book in his office without a second thought, brushing it off to Audrey in a not overly flattering way, preferring her and his family’s company.

I personally loved this episode. It appears many really didn’t. But to me this was just another delicious step on the road of this wonderful slow burn. Yes, it’s been 5 years, but there have been much slower burns in other shows over the years.

And frankly, even if they never get together, I am just going to enjoy the ride, because their love for each other in any and all forms is beautiful. They are a pair bond already. It may not (yet) be romantic, or exactly the same feelings on both sides, but they are happiest together, that much is obvious.

[muffinsin]

May i requesth something por favor? If thats ok! Well i mean. I just had a wee thought and saw your requests are open! So bear with me on this 😅 so like maybe every few years or something for whatever reason the village has some sort of lottery as celebration? Idk anyways so the girls n lady d n reader are all having like dinner or something in the dinning room n discuss the celebrations idk but anyways somehow the conversation is “what would you do if you won the lottery?” (There rich af as if they need to win like be fr rn) n ask readers. N readers like. If i won the lottery id want a ‘golden shower’ and ya know maybe r doesnt get what a golden shower is 🤷‍♀️ so while there all loosing their shit readers like well ya know itd be a guest bathroom but there not alowed to use it you can look at it but not use it ya know. I fear lady d is angry or mortified. Then readers like. Well i mean. I would use it, but when i’m sad like you can be sad but in a golden shower. Ya know?

Anyways i have no idea if this is. Like. Good? Idk. I really hope ive not written this in a demanding way i promise i have manners! Obviously do as u wish! Erm. Idk how to. People. I’m tired rip

-big brained person, me. Aka deluded anon

Awhh haha, that’s a fun one, hon! XP poor Alcina is…terrified and feels slightly mocked lmao

Let’s get into it!🙌

Masterlists

Bela

“I think I’d go for a golden shower”, you hum

Her golden eyes widen slightly as she looks at you, a frown appearing on her face

She isn’t entirely up to date with kinks and sexual themes in general

But she thinks she’s fairly sure of what a golden shower is…

And while she frowns in confusion and slight disgust, she supposes she can applaud your boldness

She turns from you, ready to forget this entire interaction and turn back to her food

Then she jumps, yelping when you bump your shoulder against hers

You giggle, smirking playfully

“A golden shower for goldie locks?”, you attempt to joke, raising your hand

She shivers when your finger twists a curl of her hair around it, bringing attention to her blonde hair

She grimaces for a moment, hoping it might just pull the attention away from the fierce blush that takes over her cheeks

“N-No thank you”, she stammers, face entirely red

You frown, confused

You’ve never seen her this flustered

She reaches for her wine glass, hoping the blood-wine might help, if only a little bit

Then, you straighten up, giggling as you think you come to the realization as to why she’s acting like this

“I’m not gonna be in the shower too”, you assure her, hoping it might help the poor thing in her overly flustered state

This, however, nearly has Bela choke on the wine

She’s coughing as she sets the glass down, lowering her head as if to escape the glances of you and her family

Cassandra and Daniela laugh loudly, though you don’t quite understand why

Still, you shrink when you glance at Alcina and see her glaring daggers at you

Her fingers are twitching, as though she’s trying hard to hold back from tearing you apart for accidentally making such advances towards her precious eldest

You quickly withdraw from the blonde, shrugging a little to yourself

“More for me then, I guess”

Cassandra

Upon being asked what you’d do if you won, you answer so very boldly;

“Oh, I’d get a golden shower! How awesome would that be?”

She grimaces, almost instantly

While she herself can be considered rather bold, this is a new level entirely

At the dinner table, too?

At first, Bela and her scowl, whereas Daniela only giggles

And at last, her golden eyes turn to you, and you tilt your head in confusion as you see her scowl

Jealousy?

Perhaps

But she has no need to feel such things!

You’ll always share, after all!

Cassandra pulls away slightly when you wrap your arms around her, giggling by her ear

“Don’t worry, Cassie. I’ll be so rich, I can get you one, too!”

This, too, has her growl and blush fiercely

She snarls at her laughing sisters, doesn’t dare meet her fuming mother’s eyes

“I don’t want it!”, she growls quietly, shooting a dirty look at Daniela as she keeps on laughing, tears building up by her eyes already

You pout, almost

“It’ll be really warm though, Cass! Just think about it, each time we’re sad, we can be sad in our golden showers!”

She snarls

“Will you stop saying golden shower?!”

Bela, unable to keep from laughing too, coos at her sister’s embarrassment

It’s rare to see Cassandra this flustered, but it’s such a fun sight, she doesn’t correct or even just inform you of what your words imply

Pulling back, you too coo as you see Cassandra’s bright pink cheeks

You’ve rarely seen her like this!

You suppose, she just feels very strongly about golden showers…

Daniela

“I think, I’d get a golden shower. For whenever I’m sad, or in a special mood”, you hum

Daniela giggles for a moment, though her laughter quietens down when you finish your sentence with a playful wink going her way

Immediately, her cheeks burn with heat and turn to a light pink shade

This only gets worse when you coo at her, rambling on about this “golden shower”

“Have you ever had one?”, you ask her, well aware of her liking towards shiny things, and especially gold

The poor thing feels like she might burst

Her flies buzz loudly, her golden eyes are wide

Her blush quickly spreads from her cheeks down her neck and even to the top of her cleavage

She shakes her head quietly, stammering about this and that, her words hardly making any sense in the first place

You frown, confused

“We could share! I’ll let you have a turn when I’m getting dry and comfy again”, you giggle, but the playful words only add to her embarrassment and flustered state

At first, her sisters were laughing and Alcina only shook her head a little

Now, overprotective as always, the three are quiet

Bela’s arms are crossed, Alcina practically glares across the table and Cassandra already rises to her seat

While she enjoys seeing her little sister so flustered, even gets a good laugh from it, she will not stand for anybody speaking to her like this

At the dinner table nonetheless!

Seeing this, Daniela quickly raises her hand, slapping it over your lips gently to shush you

“Maybe think of another wish”, she insists

[sammiesallow]

Sebastian Sallow headcanons

summary- dating headcanons with Sebastian. a/n- all my personal opinion! cw's- mentions of violence/blood, use of crucio, angry Sebastian

the jealous type. we all know this.

he gets so jealous when you spend time with Garreth, but then you reassure him it's ok :)

"I could never replace you with anyone else seb, you're my pretty boy"

melts at that btw.

nicknames galore!! he wants to call you everything and he expects it back from you too

'angel, darling, honey, sweetheart, pretty boy.

"you think I'm pretty? really?" "of course I do, Seb."

he gives you the most blinding smile you have ever seen. absolutely adorable

y'all are so loving?? he is definitely a lover of pda, doesn't mind holding hands, a hand on the thigh(not in an intimate way, just for some physical touch :D), a kiss on the cheek, etc.

Sebastian is always touch-starved and craves attention from you. even a look in his direction or a "Hi Darling!" as you're passing him in the hallway will have him smiling like an idiot for the rest of the day

more intimate moments are shared in private, however, like in the undercroft.

Merlin knows those paintings, gargoyles, suits of armor, even the floo flames lady will eavesdrop on y'all and tattletale to a professor if you do anything more than share a kiss on the cheek.

Sebastian loves you with all his heart. he couldn't bear the thought of you getting hurt or worse

every time you leave the castle, please send him an owl. it lets him know where you're going and it tells him you're safe.

he's worried sick if you come back with even the slightest scratch.

"Merlin's beard! darling, are you alright? are you hurt anywhere? do you want me to kiss it better???" he says as you come into the undercroft with one scratch on your face LOLL

it's all fun and games until someone hurts you. let's say you're on a quest together, somewhere in a cave and you two get ambushed. it would probably go like this:

"Diffindo!" an Ashwinder threw out the spell in your direction, hitting your abdomen and leaving a large gash in its wake. Sebastian yelped, not having noticed your state, and threw a quick "arresto momentum!" in the enemy's way to stall their time. "merlin! are you alright-" Sebastian stopped all movement when he saw you- you were hunched over in pain, groaning as you tried to stop the bleeding coming from the gash on your side. At that moment, he felt nothing but pure and unbridled rage. "you BASTARD!" Sebastian turned to the Ashwinder, (who was quite literally about to cast Avada kedavra on him) and cast crucio. nobody touches his girlfriend.

that's definitely one of his red flags.. he has anger issues, and won't hesitate to hurt someone if they hurt you. it's kinda endearing though

speaking of red flags- I'm not gonna ignore them? we all love him but he does have negative traits that will show through in y'alls relationship.

He's overly possessive and gets super upset when another boy tries to flirt with you. if you don't say something to the guy- sebastian will; and i dont think you want that.

he's not very in-touch with his emotions. he has a hard time expressing his feelings because of a) his insecurities and b) his ego.

but on a more positive note, you help him through these things!

meeting ominis and becoming friends with him gave you the opportunity to ask another person about sebastians troubles, and you can confide in him for advice when you need it!

you're sebastian's sunshine- quite literally. you help him through his tough times, and on a regular day, you brighten his mood imensely.

ON TO THE CUTER RELATIONSHIP STUFF!!!

HE WANTS TO CUDDLE YOU.

if he's tired he becomes 100% more affectionate- which means cuddles in the undercroft, his head on your shoulder in class, a hand on your under the table at dinner, etc.

Sebastian isn't the brightest, but if he has a class with you, he'll listen to anything you have to say.

he adores your smarts- whether or not you're actually smart is up to you, but it's not like he'll care. you could be the dumbest mf in the world and he'll still be proud of you!

he's your cheerleader! in crossed wands, the broom race against imelda, summoner's court, even an arm wrestling contest, he's there to cheer you on

it's because he never had someone to do that for him- losing his parents at such a young age, he didnt have cheerleaders to be proud of him through his achievments, so he does it for you!

in return, you take him on cute little dates!

little picnics in the vivarium are his favorite. he loves the feeling of laying of the grass and cloudgazing with you.

you know he needs to relax- so it becomes a regular thing for you two to sneak off to the room of requirement.

the undercroft is still a regular hang-out, usually used for absolute tomfoolery.

i mean, you sebastian and ominis will have stupid competitions all the time.

"let's see who can cast confringo the farthest!!" "Sebastian no!!" "Sebastian yes!"

chaos trio.

more importantly, chaos duo.

you enable his stupid ideas and make sure that he does them safely.

unless it's something stupidly unsafe- then you'll have to lure him back to the undercroft with cuddles and kisses. <3

A/N- MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!! pls send me ideas!! :)

[normansnt]

Okay so I, myself, is trans masc and have bad body dysphoria. If it’s alright with you could I ask for something with Alastor and the reader cuddling or something with fluff along the lines of being overly sensitive about what they look like and such? If you’re not comfortable with that then something with angst (I love angst) with Alastor and male reader?

HERE YOU GO LOVE

I hope you like it I did put a bit of angst in it since you said you liked it🫡

Ok Alastor might be a bit OOC but like😎

Warnings: body dysphoria

Handsome boy

(Alastor x trans male reader)

Here you were again. Staring at your reflection in the mirror. You did this almost every day.

You hated your body, since it wasn't even yours. You truly didn't want to look at it, you were struggling to tear your eyes away. You just hated it so much. You just wanted to take the scissors and cut off everything that shouldn't be there.

Being born in a body that was never yours. It was like prison.

The tears started rolling down your cheeks. This was nothing new to you. crying was almost a daily routine at this point.

"Dear, are you ready to go?"

You heard the static voice of your boyfriend from the other side of the door.

"Shit" you whispered to yourself as you hurriedly went to put on your binder but thats not so easy.

You were staring hatefully at your body for too long apparently.

You were struggling to put on your binder when Alastor opened the door. The moment he entered you got it on but it was of no use. He has seen it. The prison you were born in.

He was standing there in the door. The smile fell from his face.

"Darling?" He asked.

"...please leave." You managed to whisper.

You never told him. You were scared that he would leave you.

However even though you never said it directly he knew. He knew because he had the tendency to over analyze everyone and so after some time he figured it out.

He knew the basic concept of being trans. He worked in the radio business after all he has met trans people. However the moment he noticed that you, his lovely boyfriend, were born as the gender which you aren't he started to get deeper into the subject.

He learned everything that is about transitioning, body dysphoria and most importantly, how to help with these.

Alastor surprised himself truly, he has never done this much for someone, but you, you were so important to him. He has never loved anyone as much as he loves you (perhaps his mother).

Alastor always believed that what a person looked like or presented themselves as had nothing to do with their value or personality, in fact he found the whole idea of connecting looks to self worth foolish. Male, female, neither, both it didn't matter to him much.

"My love" he proceeded to walk over to your kneeling form.

"Can my lovely boyfriend look at me" he said as without the static in his voice.

This got your attention and you looked up at him, he was wearing a small smile, not his usual grin, a smile that said: everything is ok.

Your eyes were red from crying as you looked up at him. The moment he noticed that his eyebrows wrinkled.

"Oh, dear, we cannot have that" he said at last as he lifted you off the ground (with the help of a little magic lets face it the man is a twig) and sat down with you in his lap on your bed.

"My darling, you do know I love you, yes?" He asked.

You hesitantly nodded your head.

"Lovely, then you also know that I love every part of you no matter what, you will be a gorgeous man in my eyes with or without female body parts, hmmm?"

You didn't answer to that.

"Well, now you know. I am aware that what you youngsters call 'body dysphoria' is. A major problem for you do not think I don't know how much you cry."

You looked up at him in shock, you were always so careful to be quiet.

"In fact that is why we were going to go out today I was going to get an answer out of you" he chuckled a bit.

"However, I think perhaps staying in is a better option for tonight?" He looked at you questioningly.

You nodded again.

With that confirmation Alastor hugged you even closer to him and laid down on your bed with you clinging to him.

"My handsome boy." He said

He hugged you and kissed your forehead. He started singing quietly with the static back in his voice, he knew you found it calming.

His singing was lovely, it was slowly luring you to sleep. Before you fell asleep you mumbled a 'thank you' to which he gave another kiss to your forehead as you drifted off, feeling loved.

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Hope you guys enjoyed (especially u @coffeewithcocoa) I just wanna say as a last word to every trans person out there that remember you deserve love and are worthy of affection.

Love you all have a great morning/night/afternoon💗

[ronearoundblindly]

Ro! I’ve been on a mint chocolate chip ice cream kick lately, and it makes me wish I could share a pint with a babe (that’s also probably very much the pre period hormones, but anywayyy) which ice cream flavor do you think you would associate with each of the babes? Their favorite flavor and/or personality trait-wise.

Mint chip is my favorite, too! \o/ I don't get to eat ice cream much, but this was interesting to think about. I will try not to project onto the babes, though, only their pure likes maybe...

Oh snap! I can use the banner again!!! (All characters I've ever written for below.)

James Mace - Neapolitan

When this guy indulges (very rarely), he can't decide on just one flavor, so the easiest thing to do is get multiples. If he can go to a shop where you order by the scoop, he'll ask whoever is behind the counter what the popular or new or their faves are and try three of those. Mace, I believe, can pack away some ice cream.

Curtis Everett - Birthday Cake or Cotton Candy

The sickliest sweet things are a delight to Curtis. He's never gotten over how bland and boring and miserable the food of his childhood was. He goes nuts for sugar overload, but in intensity of taste, not in volume.

Jimmy Dobyne - Peach

Fruity, refreshing, creamy, and just screaming to add a dirty joke onto the end of it, Jimmy will use any excuse to sneak a double-entendre into polite conversation with a pretty lady. "Your peaches taste the sweetest..." Yeah, dessert is more about flirting than it is about eating. Ice cream is nice in the heat, however, so it's a great date option.

Johnny Storm - Cookies & Cream

With extra cookie crumbles and caramel sauce on top, he'll demand. Sprinkles, too, if you have it. Maybe some gummy worms or cereal. At least, like, five cherries. Oh! Also preferred that it be hard frozen when he starts eating so that it's not soup halfway through his rapid eating of it. The sensation of eating ice cream gets lost when he can barely tell it's cold.

Jake Jensen - Black Raspberry Chocolate Chip

This flavor has everything (and yeah, ok, I am projecting a bit on this one, whatever). Jake likes a whole lot of flavors and textures; he's actually not picky at all. He does enjoy ~the hunt~ for this rarer find in all his travels because raspberry is a popular flavor--it's often a sorbet though--but it's not the most popular of the berry options. He also will try all of the crazy niche flavors at hole-in-the-wall places. Conversely, it is easier to work while not holding a bowl or cone, so Jake loves a good milkshake or malt. Those he can sucked down like air.

Lloyd Hansen - Mint Chocolate Chip

My theory is this man is obsessed with fresh: fresh food, fresh sheets, fresh intel, fresh meat. Bet you his lip balm is always, only mint, too. Very classic. Very pristine. Fresh. Sweetness with a purpose.

Ari Levinson - Butter Pecan

Fine, I'm projecting again, idec, but you can't tell me Ari isn't this kind of old soul who loves not-overly-sugary treats! You cannot change my mind. That guy loves the crunch of candied pecans in there, he freaking lives for that rounded slightly-savory sweet cream flavor, and he loves that it's widely available but never sold out anywhere. Easy!

Ransom Drysdale - Coffee

And it's weirdly been that way since he was too young of a kid to drink coffee? Turns out, this was the flavor his father got but told Ransom he wasn't old enough for, he wouldn't like it. Of course, Ran immediately ordered two scoops of it in a chocolate dipped sprinkle cone, and while he may not have been totally keen on it in that exact moment, coffee-flavor grew on him. He loves it as much as he loves all of the other behaviors that say "f*** you" to his parents.

Steve Rogers - Rocky Road

Created during the Great Depression, this ice cream was shared between Steve and his Ma quite a few nights when he was too sickly to go out but needed a pick-me-up. Bucky enjoyed it with him, too, but it's not his favorite. Steve tends to really enjoy eating only when there's nostalgia attached to the food.

Bucky Barnes - Chocolate Chip Peanut Butter

Rich, velvety, and made slightly different by each company. Sometimes Bucky wants ribbons of fudge and the tiny pb cups mixed in; sometimes he wants full-blown chocolate ice cream with peanut butter swirled in. Can't go wrong. Only good, heavy, decadent happiness vibes.

I am...stunned at how confident I feel in these choices HA!

Thank you for asking!

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH the yandere schoolbus graveyard kissing is SO GOOD!!! Thank you for doing it!

I promise this is gonna be my last request for the month! This is a yandere too😭👌

How would the character of yandere schoolbus graveyard react after getting REALLY MAD LIKE REALLY REALLY MAD at y/n for not paying attention to them so they drag y/n to one of the bathroom stalls in the school and makes out with them untill y/n is covered in hickeys and bite marks

(It's ok if you don't wanna do or if it just makes you feel uncomfortable!)

-by iluvoptimus (≧∇≦)b

Yandere SBG Gang jealousy HC's:

Ashlynn, Taylor, Tyler, Aiden, Logan, Ben

⚠️Warning: Yandere tendencies, steamy/make-out/bruising/biting

AIEEEEEE- this had me kicking my feet giggling. optimus, i love seeing your request ideas, they get me on kicks tehe<3

Anywayyy, I hope this is gooood!! enjoy!!

-Writer Icy♡

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Ashlynn:

- Rage Building: Ashlynn’s anger stems from feeling neglected, as her intense need for affection and attention from the reader goes unmet. She’s usually calm and protective, but when she feels pushed aside, her yandere side flares up in jealousy.

- In the Bathroom: Once they’re in the stall, Ashlynn’s aggression is barely contained. She presses the reader against the wall, her lips crashing onto theirs with desperate hunger. As she bites down, she whispers, “Why did you look at them? You should’ve looked at me…Just look at me… only me.” She bites their neck and collarbone, leaving small marks that are more territorial than violent. 

- Aftermath: Once her rage is spent, Ashlynn becomes overly apologetic, tending to the bite marks and softly kissing them in a soothing manner. Her possessiveness remains strong, but she’ll soften afterward, fearing she went too far in trying to control the reader’s attention.

Tyler:

- Rage Building: Tyler’s anger is explosive, born out of deep-seated insecurity and possessiveness. If the reader isn’t giving him attention, it feels like a personal betrayal, fueling his obsession with making sure the reader’s focus is always on him.

- In the Bathroom: Tyler shoves the reader roughly against the stall, his fingers digging into their skin as he pulls them close. His voice is low, dangerous. “Don’t ever forget who you belong to. You’re mine.” His kisses are aggressive, almost punishing, as he bites and sucks their lips, neck, and shoulders with enough force to leave dark marks. Aggressive, fiery and possessive is what is felt aside from the intense care he feels for the reader.

- Aftermath: Even after calming down, Tyler stays possessive, running his hands over the reader’s bite marks as if to claim them over and over again. He revels in the visible signs of his control over them, making sure they understand that no one else gets their attention but him.

Taylor:

- Rage Building: Taylor is usually soft-spoken and needy, but being ignored pushes her into a jealous frenzy. Her fear of abandonment drives her to lash out emotionally, and in a moment of overwhelming frustration, she snaps.

- In the Bathroom: Taylor’s kisses are frantic and desperate. She’s less aggressive with her bites but leaves enough marks on the reader’s neck and jawline to make it clear they’re hers. Tears of frustration mix with her anger as she mutters, “You can’t ignore me… I need you… why won’t you pay attention to me?”

- Aftermath: After the intensity subsides, Taylor clings to the reader, her yandere side softening into neediness. She’ll apologize profusely while tracing the bite marks with her fingertips, promising never to never leave them alone for too long again—even though it’s really her fear of being ignored that triggered the outbursts.

Aiden:

- Rage Building: Aiden’s anger is quiet but seething. His emotions boil beneath the surface when he feels the reader slipping away or not focusing on him. His possessiveness comes quietly but once it’s fully unleashed, it’s intense.

- In the Bathroom: Aiden corners the reader in the stall, his movements calm but firm. His kisses start slow, methodical, but quickly turn aggressive as he sucks and bites marks onto their skin, deep and deliberate. He whispers darkly, “You know it's not nice to ignore me.” He leaves no part of them untouched—neck, collarbone, shoulders and lips: all equally bruised. 

 - Aftermath: Once he’s satisfied, Aiden’s demeanor changes to a more happy, clingy one. He’ll caress the bite marks, feeling both giddy and proud of leaving his mark. His possessiveness is still there, but he’ll be quieter about it, watching for signs that the reader learned their “lesson.”

Ben:

- Rage Building: Ben’s anger flares up quickly when he feels like he’s not getting the attention he craves. His jealousy and possessiveness combine, driving him to take control of the situation immediately.

- In the Bathroom: Ben pushes the reader into the stall, his hands gripping them tightly as he crashes his lips onto theirs. His bites are fierce, almost playful, but with a possessive edge. He bites their neck, shoulders, and lips, leaving visible marks. He wont talk much but he makes sure its known that the reader belongs to him and no one else. The marks are very visible so everyone sees and already knows who caused it.

- Aftermath: Afterward, Ben’s mood shifts to being more affectionate. He’ll brush his hands over the marks he left, poking and teasing the reader for them, though the possessiveness in his eyes lingers. He’ll continue to hover around them afterward, making sure they don’t drift too far away again.

Logan:

- Rage Building: Logan doesn't really feel anger, more so insecure and is more quiet and calculating. He’s not one for explosive outbursts, but when he feels neglected, his obsessive side takes over, and he becomes laser-focused on making sure the reader knows exactly who they belong to but still being slightly desperate to make sure they know that so they don’t try to leave.

- In the Bathroom: Logan drags the reader into the stall with a shaky but unyielding grip. His kisses are slow and shy, but each one is followed by a sharp, hesitant bite, leaving a trail of marks on the reader’s skin. His voice is quiet and shaky as he murmurs, “You’re mine right? You won’t leave me…please dont go.”

- Aftermath: Logan takes his time inspecting the bite marks, satisfied with the results but also feeling nervous. He apologizes, and will make sure the reader knows they are very loved and will take care of them, making sure the marks dont hurt too bad. His possessiveness lingers, manifesting in quiet but ever-present monitoring of their every move after the incident.

Short Story Snippets:

Ashlynn:

The stall door slammed shut behind them as Ashlynn’s eyes bore into the reader’s. “Why’d you ignore me?” she hissed, pushing them up against the cold tile wall. Her lips found their way to their neck, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark before sucking fast, leaving open mouthed and sloppy kisses across the readers collarbone and shoulder. The reader gasped as Ashlynn’s fingers curled into their shirt, her teeth grazing over their collarbone. “You and everyone else are gonna know who you belong to.”

Tyler:

Tyler’s breath was ragged as he shoved the reader into the stall, locking the door with a click. “You think that was funny?” His hands gripped their arms tightly, pulling them closer as his lips crashed onto theirs. The bites that followed were rough, deliberate, leaving bruises on their neck. “You’re mine. Not theirs, not anyone’s. Mine. This should show that.” he growled, each word punctuated by another bite before he sucked harshly, leaving a bruise right between your shoulder and neck.

Taylor:

Tears welled in Taylor’s eyes as she dragged the reader into the bathroom stall. “Why won’t you pay attention to me?” Her voice was soft but laced with desperation. She pressed her lips against theirs, biting gently but insistently along their jawline and neck. With each mark she left, her voice grew more frantic. “Will this get me attention? Please?”

Aiden:

Aiden’s hands were firm as he guided the reader into the stall, his expression unreadable. “I can’t stand it when you ignore me” he said quietly, his lips brushing against theirs in a slow, calculated kiss. The bites came next, precise and deliberate, marking their skin, his fingers tracing the bruises he’d left behind.

Ben:

Ben’s laughter was low and almost playful as he pulled the reader into the bathroom stall. His kisses were anything but light. His teeth grazed their neck, leaving dark marks that he admired with a fiery passion in his eyes. Even through his silence, they should know they’re his anyway.

Logan:

Logan’s grip was shy but firm as he guided the reader into the stall, locking the door behind him. “Why can't you just understand that you're mine..?” he said softly, his lips brushing theirs before moving to their neck. His bites were slow, methodical, leaving bruises that he inspected with satisfaction.