#please don't hurt the hottest character in the show

[blazinginferno626]

You know I just realized something today King Dice has escaped death in almost all of his appearances in season 1. 

 1. Is when instead of killing him the devil instead just takes his show away. Which is incredibly lucky considering how the devil usually just shoots anything that annoys him.

2. Is when in Release the Demons he shows up late when the devil incinerates his first finest demons. And when the devil incinerates his second finest demons henchman saves him by pulling him behind a rock.

3. Lastly in Down and Out when the devil and king dice reunite the devil intends to destroy him like he promised in release the demons but before doing so Dice reveals his plan about getting cuphead's soul and after he fails the devil rehires him.

The only time he appears and doesn't almost face death is in the devil and miss chalice. And in all of his appearances it seems he survived based on sheer luck. I wonder if at some point maybe his luck will run out?  Just a thought. I mean it’s a very out there theory but I love coming up with those so enjoy my madness.

[darlingbabyboo]

Could you please make a part 3 of tr x bimbo reader with Hanma, Souya and chifuyu, please?? Have a great day or night <333

Note: I love this request! I thought ppl wouldn't like bimbo reader and I'm so happy that ppl are receiving it well :) These are such good characters too. I added a few people since I got to this late (also Hanma's is a little nsfw). Part 1 (Draken, Takemichi, Mitsuya, Baji, Smiley, Mucho) Part 2 (Kazutora, Izana, Bonten! Mikey)

"You're my angelic slut!"

♡ Even more Tokyo Revengers and their bimbo gfs ♡

Hanma Shuji

Oh my god I thought Smiley would be bad but this man would be a menace with a bimbo!gf

He lies to you on a daily basis bcs he knows that you'll believe him

He will be saying shit like 'recent studies show 🤓☝️' completely out of his ass bcs he loves the look you give him

Your bright eyes look to him, captivated with all the lies that he's feeding you

He thinks that your stupidity is hot af and the stupider you get the harder he is

Do not trust this man to help you shop bcs he will be giving you some floss as a top and and lacey underwear bottoms okay

And for my ladies who are bimbos but still like to cover up don't worry he'll give you the flashiest shit ever that probably says property of Hanma on the back

He loves you okay but be wary around this boy

"Ow babe, you know that hurts."

You eyes widen in horror, ripping your hands away from tracing the ink on his hands, "really?" You whisper.

He nods, sagely with his fake wisdom, "yeah, every few months the pain from tattoo comes back, when you touch me it hurts like a bitch."

"Oh, I- baby I didn't know!" You tear up, hating the thought of hurting Shu in any way possible, "I swear I didn't mean to hurt you!"

He nods, pulling you into his chest to calm your sniffles, "it's okay babe, you didn't know." He pretends to think, "and there might be a way to help me..."

You look at him, wide eyes looking to him and nod eagerly.

"Well... kisses always work."

"And it won't cause you pain?"

"None at all pretty girl."

"Okay!" You smile, peppering kisses on his hands, before cupping his face and pressing your lips against. He deepens the kiss, moving you so you're straddling his lap and grinding against his growing bulge.

He sure got lucky with you, huh?

Chifuyu Matsuno

He's so flustered at the sight of you

He's pretty confident in himself but he never actually expected to get a gf

Since you're his first one he kinda has no idea what to do with you

He rly doesn't want to mess things up

He doesn't even register the fact that you're 'slutty' bcs all he knows is that you're the hottest person that he's ever met in his life and he has absolutely no idea how to function without you

He worries so much but he's such a 10/10 boyfriend

Gets most of his ideas from manga but they usually get messed up because you would not get a clue if it walked up to you and gave you its number

Chifuyu will say something like, 'my heart is forever yours' and you're about call an ambulance bcs you think he's having a heart attack

Pray for him he's doing his best 🙏🏾

Certified good boi so he does his best to make you smarter but my mans is not God

He knows that you're a lost cause but he's gonna keep trying fr bcs he loves you

But he has a tendency to get distracted...

"And if 4 plus 4 is 8 and 4 times 4 is 16 then 4 squared is..." He watches you bite your lip and turn your wide eyes to him, hoping that he'll fill in the blanks.

He sighs, "baby, you're not gonna learn anything if I keep helping you."

"But 'fuyu!" You protest, throwing yourself across his lap, and jutting your lip out, "I don't get it without you explaining it for me!"

"That's the problem..."

Your pout deepens and you suddenly sit up straight. He blushes when you place your hands on the side of his face.

"I don't get it 'fuyu, more kisses pls."

He should refuse because he loves you more than the world itself but he knows that you're jackshit at math. His eyes look down at your puckered lips and he folds, moving you gently and pinning you to the bed.

When the both of you lock lips he knows nothing is going to get done today.

Souya (Angry) Kawata

We got another flustered boy here

It's made even worse bcs he was not the one who confessed to you

Smiley told you bcs he got sick of his constant ranting about how beautiful and kind and pretty you were

Angry hates his brother and loves him for it bcs you embraced him in a hug that got him feeling high for days

He worships you completely

Your slutty outfits

Perfect queen 🥰🥰🥰

He making homemade food for you for breakfast lunch and dinner

Compliments you all the time bcs that's what you deserve

Can you tell I have a favourite

He is in love with you so much and will not tolerate any sort of slander towards you

You best hope that someone doesn't call you stupid bcs they will be jumped by the entire fourth division he is not fucking around when it comes to you

He doesn't even take that shit when it comes to his brother

No one will talk bad about you under his watch

"Damn, your girl dumb as hell."

He looks to you. As of now, you're jumping up into the trees, attempting to catch a cat that got stuck up there from yesterday's storm. It's a noble attempt, if not a bit ruined due to the fact that you're ignoring the ladder of branches at the side of the tree that would help you get to the cat.

That wouldn't even be so bad if you weren't also neglecting to ask one of the neighbor's for a ladder, especially the one who has a ladder leaning against their front door.

He turns back to Smiley, scowling at the insult, "don't talk about her like that." Hands curling into fists, no matter what you do he can't stand the thought of you being disrespected.

Smiley holds his hand up, not in the mood to get his faced bashed, "fine... but you should really go help her."

He looks back to you, seeing that you've now started to meow to the cat, trying to convince it to come down by itself.

He can't stop the smile creeping up.

He's so in love with you.

Ran Haitani

You would assume that he'd be a menace but he's surprisingly sweet

Most people assume that he's with you bcs he wanted some arm candy but he's really just in love with you

Rindou is the unfortunate witness to how obsessed Ran is about you

When Ran sees you're being a dumbass all he does is smile and do his best to answer the question

He loves when his girl starts asking him how he can tell if it's AM or PM

He thinks you're too adorable

His love is not an act okay

He lives sleeps and breathes you

Half the words out of his mouth have to do with you bcs he thinks you're just so amazing

Rindou stops himself from screaming when he sees Ran leaning against the kitchen counter. The last time he caught Ran awake in the middle of the night the other had almost skinned him alive.

A Ran that just woke up from a nap was not a good Ran.

He relaxes when he sees you move to Ran's side, offering him some hot chocolate. Ran would never expose you to his violent side. "Thank you angel," He says as he accepts the drink, taking a sip and placing his arm around your waist.

"Ran..." You start, and Rindou can't wait for whatever bullshit you're going to spew this time.

"Yeah angel?"

"Why does your tattoo keep changing?"

He raises an eyebrow and looks down at his arm. Experimentally, he flexes it.

"It happened again!" You exclaim as his muscles tense, art rippling with the muscle.

Rindou has no idea how he deals with you sometimes. You're sweet, you're just... something else.

Ran doesn't react to the strange question, only offering a half-hearted shrug. He runs a hand through his hair, "I think it's because my skin stretches as I flex or something... and the tattoo is on my skin so it's affected too." He watches you, wondering if the answer is satisfactory.

You beam at the response and curl into him, placing your head on his shoulder. He presses a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

Rindou slinks back upstairs and tries not to throw up. He hates being around you two.

Hakkai Shiba

It's a miracle how Hakkai even started to talk to you

It was a struggle for everyone involved

Everyday Yuzuha and Mitsuya were considering jumping off a window more and more bcs every interactions you had went like this

'How are you Hakkai!'

'...'

'That's nice to hear! My day went well too, are you going to the festival tomorrow?'

'...'

Bitch is like this on the outside 😐

On the inside he's 🥰😍😘💕💓❤️

And Mitsuya and Yuzuha have to listen on like 🙃

Yeah Hakkai she is beautiful and her dress was rly nice today and she's the kindest girl in the world why don't you tell her that

His confession was so awkward but my man's had to do smth bcs he's not the only one who wants you

"H-hey," He calls your name, wincing when you direct your eyes to him. His stomach twists, he needs to do this he needs to do this.

You beam at him, "Hakkai! What's up? You don't usually talk to me like this."

Yeah, he doesn't. He's completely out of his comfort zone here. He really should have asked Taka-chan to be here to support him. He looks down to avoid making eye contact but is met with your plump thighs.

He swallows.

"A-are you going to the f-festival with Akihiko?"

You tilt your head, "no, why would you think that? Me and him are just friends!"

Akihiko has not been subtle about about talking about how attractive he's found you and how much he would love to have you as your girlfriend. This includes wrapping his arms around your waist and calling you 'wifey'.

"He flirts sometimes," You laugh, "but we're just friends."

Sure, and he just wants to kill him.

"Wouldyouliketogowithme?" He blurts out, flinching when everything is out. He watches your eyes open wide, mouth falling open. He's so embarrassed, of course this wouldn't work he should have kept his mouth shut-

"Of course I wanna go Hakkai!" He catches you as you jump up to wrap your arms around his neck. His face turns even redder when you smack a kiss on his cheek. "I'd love to!"

"C-cool." He says knowing that the this moment will be replaying in his head on the walk home.

Seishu (Inupi) Inui

Y'all are complete opposites bcs while he's off being brooding you're being your bright and sunny self giving a hug to anyone who asks

Koko wonders everyday how you two started dating but love is love

You two have the best fashion tips for each other, truly a couple that uplifts each other <333

My man treats you like you're not the dumbest bitch on Planet Earth

Inui is a feminist (when he threatened Yuzuha he did that for the women's rights movement okay)

So he knows that you have great value even if you're not smart in a conventional sense

He will pound anyone into the pavement if someone starts to act a fool okay

Inui brings knives to fist fights if you don't think he'll pull out a glock for the person he's completely obsessed with you're insane

"Inui, how do we know that we're on Earth?" You question, head tilting to the side, looking to him waiting for an answer.

He doesn't sigh, he knows you're genuine about this and he would hate to embarrass you. He raises an eyebrow for clarification.

"I mean- how do we know we're not on Mars?" You eyes bug out, "what if we've been on Venus all along and we don't even know it!"

He hums but stops when someone snickers beside them. He tenses, already reaching in his pocket. "You got something you want to say?" He snarls.

The guy, some dumb lackey, smirks, "your bitch know how stupid she is?" He looks over to you and checks you out not-so subtly, "good thing she's hot."

He pulls out the knife and presses it against the other's neck. "At first I was going to hurt you but now I'm going to fucking kill you." Who cares about the rules about in-fighting, no one's going to talk to you like that and get away with it.

"Inui..." You ask innocently, watching the two with concern.

"Look away darling, okay, I gotta deal with this piece of shit."

[luvscr]

price, ghost and alejandro reacting to m!reader's sh scars (hcs)

cw/tags: depression, sh, scars, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff fluff fluff, probably ooc characters but idc🫶

apologies for any grammatical erros!

long ass note:

so i got this request which i won't be showing in case it might trigger someone nor will i tag the person who requested this bc im not sure if he would be comfortable with it. i've never written about sh hurt comfort before, simply because i didn't feel like i could do justice for the comfort part but i tried my best and tried to make it not so triggering. your media consumption is your own responsibility, please proceed carefully and do not read if you're not in the right mindset. if you're struggling, i know it's hard but please reach out to a loved one or even me. you're not alone, you matter.

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price:

it was purely on accident that he saw your scars. he wouldn't mention it to you but he would ask around, people you interact with if they've heard or seen anything. when they asked questions he would simply shut them down or use his rank and pull the "classified information" card. he wouldn't really know what to do, given he's your superior so it was kind of his responsibility, so he got in touch with kate to help him find a therapist. his first instinct is to get professional help if needed. he would invite you to his office so it's just the two of you and make you comfortable, even make you a cup of tea. he would approach the topic carefully and wouldn't force you to tell anything you didn't want to, reassure you that he's not upset, he just wants to help. if you refuse to get a therapist it's okay, he completely understands and will offer you to talk to him instead. he may come off as stern sometimes but it's just because he genuinely cares so much about you and is worried constantly, no matter how old the scars are. he would try to think of alternatives for you to put that energy into if you still struggle and would be there anytime to comfort you. he kinda acts like a dad (like w everyone bruh)

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ghost:

oh sweet lord this man. he kind of had a feeling when he noticed that even in the hottest weather you only wore long sleeved clothes. he would notice them when your sleeve and the somewhat shorts you had on accidentally rolled up. you just ignored his eyes burning holes through you, given it was normal for him to just stare menacingly at anyone. (not on purpose tho he just looks mean by default) i wouldn't say it would trigger him, but it would definitely stir up some unpleasant feelings inside of him because of his past. he knows exactly how you feel and wants to help you, no matter if you're a friend or just some rando at the base. just like price he would approach the subject carefully, knowing well how hard it is to reach out for help and how it's even harder to open up and actually talk about it. he isn't the best at comforting but he's is a damn good listener and he'll let you know that if you need him don't hesitate to talk to him even if it feels useless. will crack those stupid jokes of his to make you feel better lol tbh i feel like he would be the best kind of person to open up to because he relates so much, he completely understands the feeling of being ashamed of self-destructive activities and would be the sweetest during a relapse. would caress gently the older scars on your body if you allow him to :(<3

he strikes me as a very straightforward person bc of the graves scene. my dude just straight up told the cabrón to stfu (as he should!!) so based on this i think as soon as he sees he's all up in your business. of course not with the intention to make you uncomfortable but he just wants to make sure you're okay and is absolutely willing to help whether it's finding a therapist or just giving a shoulder to lean on. he values every single person in his life and would literally do anything for them and obviously you're no exception. ngl it would be kind of uncomfortable and awkward as you're not used to so much attention especially surrounding your mental health, but he just wants to do good and he's willing to do anything to help and i mean anything. you need a break from work? done. a hug? you don't even have to ask. he will do everything for you if you feel too drained to do even basic things such as cooking meals, helping you shower if you're comfortable with that and etc. basically becomes a househusband for you!

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alejandro:

[hotjaneaustenmenpoll]

I love this blog but despite my great and abiding love for P&P1995 I don't know many of these characters and films.... please can you encourage your voters to go insane for propaganda? I'd love to know what the highlights are before voting because - as we all know from hotvintagepoll - nothing hurts more than a post vote propaganda which changes your mind ! (There's just too many handsome men) ((send help))

PLease send in and tag me in propoganda people! Favourite proposals - best lingering touches - longing glances that show the man knows how to look at a woman - bursts of anger and frustration anything - long diatribes on why he is the best wentworth/darcy/mr knightley/etc actually - send me his hottest moments! Who knows maybe the brave few John Thorpe voters can get him up to 3%

[gakehc]

My Sweet Enkeli: Chapter 7

"Enkeli": finnish word for "angel".

When Noah Sebastian met Nori Nurmi for the first time, he knew he wanted her more than anything. She was beautiful like an angel and dangerous like the devil.

♡ Author's note: MERRY CHRISTMAS! So, this is the penultimate chapter. I hope you guys like what I decided to choose for Nori and Noah. Actually I had totally different plans when I started to write this but I changed my mind. Please let me know your opinions, I would love to know your thoughts 🖤 don't forget to repost so more people can read it! CHAPTER SIX HERE.

♡ Warnings: This is a work involving real people but it's 100% fiction written. Please remember that this is only for fun purposes and it doesn't reflect their real thoughts and behaviors. Don't take this work too seriously. +18 only. Smut, oral sex, penetration, unprotected sex, really dirty talk (please always use condoms!!!!)

♡ Characters: Noah Sebastian × Nori Nurmi (OFC).

♡ Words: 2.937

♡ MASTERLIST HERE.

The debut show in Finland was a success and now the bands and crew are celebrating in the after party thrown especially for Bad Omens. The Riff is the hottest place in Helsinki when it comes to rock ‘n’ roll and alcohol. The bar is a very cool place, pictures of bands and instruments hanging on the black walls, polaroids of special guests displaying for everyone to see how cool their clients are and some tables with stools and black couches for everyone to sit. The boys are feeling welcomed but also tired, they can't wait to go home tomorrow morning - but that doesn't mean that they don't have energy to party.

Nori can see that there's something bothering Noah. He always looks angry when he sings Dethrone but tonight he was looking really pissed off. The way he looked at the crowd earlier at the end of the show while he growled the lyrics was clearly showing that he was about to burst. This is making Nori feel worried about him, maybe he is bothered by Joel's presence but this wouldn't be something that would make Noah mad - at least not that mad.

When he's out of her sight, she wonders where he is and feels that she needs to be close to him, making sure that he enjoys his last hours in her homeland. Meanwhile, in the man's bathroom, it's like a match it's about to start. Noah didn't like to meet his arch enemy there and he couldn't hide it: his eyes turned black with the sight. It's just the two of them: the boys that are starring roles in Nori's love life. In one corner, the american ray of sunshine and singer of Bad Omens, Noah Sebastian. In the other corner, the Finnish dark prince and singer of Blind Channel, Joel Hokka. In the blonde one's mind, it's good that he is having the opportunity to be alone with the brown haired one - he definitely has some things to say.

“I hope you are not messing around with Nori, she doesn't deserve to be hurt” he says with a strong Finnish accent.

“More than you already did?”.

“You think you know something but you just came into her life… what? One or two months ago?”.

“I know what she told me. You treated her like shit and now think that you can have her back. She's not dumb”.

“Maybe she won't come back to me, but she also will not end up with you”.

“Because of what? She likes security? Bullshit. You are the one who doesn't know a single shit about her”.

“You think you are the king, Noah Sebastian”.

“I don't. The difference between me and you it's that I didn't hurt her and I never will. I would rather kill myself”.

“You are not going to win”.

“There's nothing to win, this is not a game and she is not an object or a prize. I just want her to be happy, if it's not with me then fine. But I'm sure that it's not going to be with you either”.

Noah storms out of the bathroom, his fists ready to punch Joel right in the face but he holds himself. He quickly grabs his phone and sends a message to Nicholas saying that he is going to the hotel as he walks straight to the exit, but a soft hand holds him by his biceps.

“Are you okay?” Nori's soft voice makes him stop.

“I gotta go, I can't stand this bullshit” he can't look into her eyes so he faces the floor.

“What happened? I know that you're not okay”.

“Shit, Nori!” He almost yells “Can we just get out of here?”.

“Sure. Let's go to my place”.

A five minute drive leads them to a small white brick building with vintage windows. The hallways are small and kinda dark, and soon they are on the third floor. Nori's apartment is a cozy place, there's an open concept kitchen with gray wood cabinets and a table with six chairs. In the living room, a large gray couch with lots of pillows in front of the big screen TV, some vinyl records and a record player, lots of plants decorating the place and renaissance paintings on the wall.

Noah sits on the couch, throwing his head back as he lets out a long sigh, his large hands covering his face. He is feeling tired, the little fight he had with Joel was exhausting. There's so much hate inside of him that he grabs Nori's hips with huge strength when she straddles him.

“What's wrong, huh?” She asks, trying to make Noah focus on her.

“Do you still love him?”.

Her green eyes get wider as she thinks about her answer. She doesn't want to lie to him. There's a mix of feelings inside of her heart and her brain is telling her that she needs to tell him only the truth and turn things clear; it's now or never. What it's going to be her future with Noah: friendship or something else?

“I don't know, Noah…” she sighs, remembering when Joel kissed her after the concert.

“When he kissed you… did you like it?”.

“You saw it”.

“I did. Please, answer me”.

It's such a relief for Nori to realize that in fact she didn't like it. There's not that magic between her and Joel that it used to have, it felt like there was something missing. Her heart didn’t beat fast with excitement like it used to, it felt wrong and painful. She can only find peace in somewhere else's lips now.

“No” she is sincere.

“Why?”.

“Because I think I don’t love him anymore”.

They are both breathing heavier, their hearts beating fast like it’s their first time. Noah holds her cheek carefully like she is a porcelain doll and he is trying not to break her, but the way his lips clash against hers it's so intense that it's almost violent.

“Do you want him to be with you now? Do you rather he could be in my place?” He murmurs against her lips, eyes piercing her as he holds her chin forcing her to look at him.

“No, Noah. I don't want him”.

He moves his hands to the fabric of her shirt, grabbing it with strength, almost ripping it as they both desperately take the garment off.

“Tell me… who do you need?” He grabs her boobs and pulls her nipples.

“You…” she whimpers “I need you”.

“Say my name, angel”.

“Noah… I need you, Noah!”.

He quickly lays her on her back on the couch, opening her legs and pulling her jeans out. He spreads her legs widely so he can fit between them, her underwear already soaking wet for him.

“Look at you. So desperate for me” he groans, pupils so wide that his eyes turned black.

Nori never saw Noah like this. He is always so gentle with her, but this time he is looking possessed by a demon, ready to devour her like a monster. She feels turned on by him like never before, anxious to see what he is going to do with her.

“Does that guy make you wet like this?” He gets closer to her arousal but doesn't touch her yet.

“No, only you Noah… only you!” She is desperate.

It's torture how long Noah it's taking to touch her, to make her feel so good like he always does. He licks her belly going up to her boobs, then he bites her nipple and sucks it intensely. Going up her collarbone, he sucks her skin all over, leaving purple and red marks on her porcelain white skin.

“Now everyone will see that you are mine, Eleonoore” he groans.

They kiss so passionately while Nori tries to grab him even closer but their bodies are already glued together, the fabric of his hoodie brushing against her naked skin. She helps him to take his clothes off and soon he is standing fully naked in the living room, his cock hard like a rock making her even more desperate to feel him. It hurts to see him so hot in front of her but he is not touching her yet, he keeps staring at her like he is still planning what to do.

“Please Noah” she whimpers.

“What? You're such a desperate slut”.

When she decided to get up and go towards him, his strong hands hold her by her arms, turning her around and making her bend on the couch. He spread her legs with his knees before penetrating her without any warning, making her gasp at the feeling. He is deep inside of her with no mercy, moving in and out as one of his hands grips her hair, the other one positioned on her hips while he digs his fingers on her skin.

“Does it feel good?” He asks, his voice full of lust.

“Fuck yeah baby”.

“Did he fucked you that good?”.

“No, no honey”.

“I knew it. You are clenching around my cock already and I barely fucked you yet”.

Nori is so turned on that she quickly gets closer to her apex, her clit throbbing as Noah rubs it in circular motions. He suddenly takes himself off of her, getting on his knees and making her bend more. He has full access to her arousal, his fingers playing with her folds while her whole body shakes under his touch.

“I don't want you to come yet, angel” he says.

“Fuck you…”.

He giggles at her reaction, so satisfied to see that she has totally surrendered for him. Her back arches as she feels his tongue touching her, licking her folds so desperately like he always does. Her moans are like fuel to Noah, he already knows the way to make her cum hard and he uses his knowledge to drive her crazy with pleasure. He smirks when he sees her rolling her eyes, her hands trying to grip the fabric of the couch. Soon, they find their way to his hair, pulling some strands and pushing his head even more against her pussy, his face all smeared because of her wetness.

“I'm close…” she groans.

“I know, angel… but not yet. I want you to come on my cock, okay? Lay down”.

She does what he asks while he stands up and leans forward to be between her legs again, spreading them as much as she can take it. Soon, he is inside of her again, his cock getting all soggy from the tip to the base as he pounds nonstop inside her pussy, finding the right spot to make her finally have her orgasm.

“I can feel that you are close, angel… give it to me” he says.

“Fuck yes baby, I'm so close!” She grabs him by his hips.

“Give it to me, then”.

A huge pleasure starts to take control of her, she feels like she can't control her own body anymore. Nori thought that it was impossible to feel this way, but it's a reality now: she quickly pushes Noah back, letting a long squirt come out of her, wetting everything around.

“Oh fuck! Oh my god!” She moans as her legs shake uncontrollably.

“Fuck, angel!” Noah is mesmerized by the scene, his cock wet with her juice as he tries to breathe normally.

“I want more”.

He smirks before penetrating her again, they both can't get enough of each other. He loves the way her walls embrace him, so tight as he moves deeper and deeper. She is so sensitive and overstimulated that soon she is coming again, Noah's hand on her neck as he feels close.

“Yes, angel. Now let me fill you in, okay?” He says.

“Please, Noah…”.

A few more thrusts and Noah is releasing his warm liquid inside of her, his eyes rolling with so much pleasure. Nori holds him in her arms, caressing his hair slowly as he is panting against her sweaty breasts. He looks up at her eyes, his brown ones now showing vulnerability. She could see right through it. There is care and love; so much love on the way he looks at her. It makes her feel safe. Even though Noah didn't say the words, it's clear for Nori that he is in love with her.

“I want you to do whatever you think it's right for you” he says, making a pause to try to find the right words “I couldn't keep my promise and I'm really sorry about that, but I won't be a problem for you. If you and Joel are getting along, go after him. As your friend, I don't think it's the right thing for you but the heart wants what it wants”.

“I don't want to be with him. I want to be with you, Noah. I feel so fucking pathetic but there's no way I would not fall in love with you. I thought I could do it but I can't!” Her voice is soft “Olen enkelisi”.

“What?” He giggles.

“I'm your enkeli… your angel”.

“My sweet enkeli, only mine”.

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They both sleep peacefully in Nori's room but soon Noah wakes up; he is too thoughtful to sleep. He feels so happy to know that Nori is in love with him, just like he is with her. His eyes wander at the place, everything so organized and clean just the way Nori likes. Everything around matches her personality like the red rose neon sign on the wall above the bed, the white wall paneling matching with the white sheets. There's also a board with polaroids near a desk, pictures of her with her family, friends and idols that she had the opportunity to meet. He gets up slowly and gets closer to see the pictures better and one in particular catches his attention: it's Nori when she was a kid, her hair was dark brown but her eyes were already colored in a beautiful and unique tone of green; they are unmistakable. He alsos sees a picture of her with her parents, she told him about them but it's the first time that he is seeing how they look like: her mother has a light brown hair and it looks too young to be a mother of three adults while her father has the same green eyes as Nori and her siblings.

“Get your pretty round ass back to the bed” she says, scaring Noah a little bit.

“Can't you live a single minute without me anymore?” He walks towards the bed.

“Too late. And you are going back home tomorrow so I want you here with me”.

Nori loves to see Noah's naked body full of tattoos, she wishes she could wake up with this sight forever.

“You look a lot like your father” he says as he lies down beside her again.

“Everyone says that” she laughs.

“You have a beautiful family”.

“Thank you baby. You know what? You can't leave without entering my board. Wait a minute”.

She quickly runs to the desk and searches for something inside a drawer. Soon, she finds her old polaroid camera.

“I won this camera from my mother on my eighteenth birthday. She said she wanted me to record the most special moments of my life with this camera” she lies back on the bed.

Noah holds her closer as she takes a selfie of them. A few minutes later and the picture is ready: them both with large smiles on their faces, Noah's nose brushing against her cheek while he wraps an arm around her breasts.

“Fuck, you are so beautiful it hurts” she says, leaving kisses all over Noah's face.

He giggles with the feeling. He wishes he could freeze the clock so he doesn't need to leave Finland anymore.

“I could live forever like this, just us laying on your comfy as hell bed. We wouldn't wear clothes at all so I could always see your smoking hot body whenever I want to”.

“And I would admire your perfect tall tattooed body whenever I want to”.

“And then we would fuck a lot until we don't have strenght anymore”.

“I would love that” she bites her lower lips.

“Maybe… if I stay here in Helsinki…”.

“The guys would kill you!”.

“Maybe”.

“If they kill you, I wouldn't be able to use your delicious body anymore”.

He laughs adorably, making Nori's heart ache with the idea of Noah leaving in a few hours. She will definitely miss everything about him, not only their sexual acts but also the things that makes Noah so precious like his laugh and sense of humor. She sighs with the thought of him so far away from her, literally on the other side of the planet.

“What?”.

“What are we going to do?” She asks.

“I don't know… I have no idea when I will be able to have some free time to travel back to Finland”.

“Me either, I can't just go to the U.S. I don't want you to feel attached to me. If you go back home and meet another person, I want you to move on”.

“Fuck… I wouldn't do that”.

“Distance can fuck everything up, believe me”.

“Let's take it slow, okay? Don't be so negative, please”.

Nori snuggles into Noah's arms, feeling his perfume that she loves so much. She will definitely miss his smell, his touch, his voice, his taste. She just hopes that she will have strength enough to live her life without him near.

[queermania]

I think you should get into the Jackles and Chaos Machine of it all (this is a sincere request)

so the thing is that jensen has said/done some genuinely hurtful things in the past and i don't begrudge anyone who has felt or continues to feel hurt by that. that's perfectly valid. BUT the narrative that he is this insidious homophobe who is not-so-secretly disgusted by gay people is not only deeply annoying, but actively harmful.

this is a man who has taken very obvious steps to grow and become a better ally. is he always the most eloquent with his words? no, he is not. but to me actions speak way louder than words and what we know about his actions are that he 1. is lovely and open and accepting to queer fans who tell them how much dean and destiel mean to them. 2. is vocally supportive of the queer community and queer causes and most importantly 3. created an entire production company with a mission statement to uplift diverse stories and creators and is actually doing that.

the winchesters has two (probably straight) white characters that are what they are by virtue of their origin and there's nothing we can do about that but almost every other character has been a person of color with interiority and nuance and a backstory and a life outside of john and mary. like, there are two interracial romantic pairings already and neither of them include a white person and we're only on episode six.

and we have queer characters!!! queer characters who are not reduced to their sexuality or shoehorned in for the sake of diversity while meaning absolutely nothing to the plot/story!!! they matter. and we've got quotes from the creative team about how even if the language wasn't there at the time, those people existed and their stories deserve to be told!!! like. y'all can make all the jokes you want about homophobic texas christian boy jensen ackles who hasn't said dean wants to shove his tongue in cas' mouth so he must hate gay people.... but the man is out here hiring queer creatives and uplifting their voices and getting their pronouns right and being fucking normal about it unlike y'all who somehow manage to have the most insanely biphobic and acephobic takes while supposedly defending queer people and that means so much more to me than his opinion on a ship that he has zero control over.

like. if you can't get over the hurtful things he's said in the past, that's fine. there's no judgement from me on that front. but please don't pretend like they are indicative of what he is currently doing and please don't pretend like you actually care about the problems that supernatural had if you're out here disparaging the winchesters every time you even look in the spn-universe's direction without ever having watched the show (especially if you're saying you refuse to watch the winchesters because spn was racist/homophobic/whatever.... but are still watching spn?? like?? WHAT?). the show that jensen put his creative heart and soul into is actively working to fix the things you supposedly hated about spn and your hottest take is that it still sucks because jensen doesn't have a perfect track record? wow, cool. i hope the view is nice from up there on your high horse where you can't even see the people you're claiming to stand up for.

[faces-ofvenus]

Hello <3 Could you please write hc about how Aemond, Aegon and Jacaerys would react and feel about losing a fight with swords for a younger girl, who they are in love with her, but are too proud to admit?

Honestly it's not that hard to be beaten, he is a lazy little pig, who skipped a lot of fencing classes, unlike you, Ser Cole's younger sister was always bravely trained by your brother, you had no titles, and honestly he wanted to raise you to the world, and be able to face him, you and Aegon got closer since you were very young, having a relationship of enemies at the beginning, he always wanted to show himself to you, and you by your brother's order always had to hide your potential and be only his little helper, having to put up with the little provocations of a spoiled prince.

But look everything really changed, he was a shameless drunkard maybe, but honestly you couldn't force yourself not to be embarrassed, maybe too oblivious to the prince's deep feelings, you didn't want to allow yourself to fall in love so fast, not like your brother always was, but honestly his voice in your ear, his wine breath, and his voice so needy.

After almost losing to Jacaerys in a fight he honestly wasn't caring much, bragging and laughing to try to impress you you rolled your eyes, but still deep down you found the whole scene mostly cute and adorable, that's when your Cole called your hand and handed you a wooden sword, you and Aegon crossed your eyes in confusion your eyes turned to Your brother.

- What are you waiting for? Fight

He told you as if it were the simplest and most common thing, you looked around a little scared, your small audience was looking at you with owl eyes, when your gaze crossed with Aegon's, you looked a little scared and he sincerely on one hand wanted to comfort you, seeing your anxiety to everything that was happening, but he just looked with a sarcastic but at the same time serious look at Ser Criston.

- What are you talking about, she's just a girl!

He said with a tone as if he wanted to belittle you and try to make your brother change his mind about the situation and see that you couldn't stand up to him, even if your brother knew that you alone could even go against him, letting out a small ironic laugh your brother stared at you, and you knew you would have to do it, grabbing strongly your sword you quickly changed your posture, you were not a "weak girl", with mastery you quickly went up to Aegon who was sincerely surprised with all your attack.

Letting out a few swear words as he faced you he honestly didn't know if it was because of the alcohol, or because you were in fact more skilled and better with a sword than he was, but the next thing you knew he was unarmed, with a wooden knife to his neck and perhaps the hottest woman in the world on top of him, your gazes met his was focused on your eyebrows everything about you seemed so serious and centered, but when your dark brown eyes made contact with the beautiful lilac one, your shame returned at how he was looking at you.

When you heard laughter and jeering that's when you realized the whole scene, Aegon's look quickly changed when he heard the jeering and shame came over his face, he quickly pushed you which made you fall to the ground, you got up soon after.

- You're just a bitch who's lucky I don't hurt women!

You honestly felt totally hurt by the prince's words, that was pathetic no? you knew about Aegon's character, he really only saw women as sluts or whores, but honestly it never fell on your shoulders, never really witnessed his words, not directed at her, in his teasing, flirting and whispering those words were never directed at her? You looked at Cole, his look of pity and reason, he knew this was his intent, for you to learn that you cannot feel or harbor feelings for a Targaryen!

- I apologize to Your Majesty.

You ran out quickly, ashamed of the whole situation, with all eyes, the only eye that calmed you down, and made you feel feelings you couldn't even pronounce, just showed what you really thought of yourself.

You just didn't realize that someone was coming after you, aware of the mistakes you made and willing to get your love's heart back.

Yes, it was supposed to be a headcanon, but why not? There will be part two, d I will write about Aemond and Jacaerys

[alohastyles-x]

𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉 - 𝙴.𝙼. | 1

Summary: A sinister entity makes it presence known to you, plaguing your mind with pain and nightmares. You need a little release, but that means talking to the school freak...

Warnings: Violence, Gore, Drug Usage, Death, Language, S4 spoilers,

Wordcount: 3.2k

A/N: Much like Eddie Munson, I am in love with this chapter tbh. but in my next few ones, the dialogue won't be like *exactly* the same as the show! *Reposting bc Tumblr doesnt like me*

ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ, ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛʟʏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ

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Prologue

P.S. I do not own the rights to any character besides Y/N. This is a fan fiction based off of the show Stranger things. All rights reserved, please don't steal my work.

P.P.S. all dividers from @firefly-graphics :)

As a cheerleader at Hawkins High, it was critical that you maintained the social standard of a popular kid: only hanging with the popular crowd, having the hottest boy in school for yourself, wearing peak fashion statements. You had it all, and any little slip up could land you eating lunch right with the freaks in the back, something you, definitely, did not want. 

So when you found out that Dustin, your younger brother, had joined the group of freaks who called themselves “The Hellfire club”, you were mortified. 

“Dustin! You cannot talk to me at school anymore, officially.” You had said, storming into the kitchen. 

“What? Why?” He asked. 

“Because I cannot associate with… with your… group of friends.” You tried putting it nicely, but he saw right through it. 

“So I’m not allowed to say a single word to you, at all, or your reputation will be ruined?” Dustin asked, a smirk on his face. 

“Correct, Dustin.” You rolled your eyes, grabbing the box of cereal down from the cabinet. 

“So, does that include if I’m dying? Or will your precious ego still be hurt then?” 

“Oh, shut up Dustin.”

There was a slight pause as Dustin stared at you, mouth agape, before you spoke again.

“You can tell me if you’re dying but thats it! I mean it!” You said, firmly. Dustin fist pumped the air before grabbing his things off of the counter. 

“Let’s go, we’re going to be late miss too-cool-for-her-younger-brother.”

You rolled your eyes once again before grabbing your bag and following Dustin out to the car.  

At school, you both went your separate ways. You headed towards your group in the front of the school. They were waiting for you before heading inside to their lockers. Dustin headed to the right, towards Mike, Lucas, and the rest of the members of their club. 

You looked over your shoulder, making sure Dustin made it to his group okay when you caught the eye of the lead freak of the group… Eddie Munson. Your eyes lingered for a quick second, as did his, before you turned your attention back to your group. 

“Yo, Dustin, I think I just locked eyes with your sister,” Eddie said, still watching as you tossed your hair over your shoulder. 

“Psh, yeah right. I’m not even allowed to talk to her or else I’ll ‘ruin her’ apparently. I don’t think she’d risk looking at you… no offense,” Dustin finished quickly as Eddie turned his attention to him, staring intensely. 

“Whatever dude, it’s not like I’m into her anyways.” Eddie said, before turning and heading into school. The rest of the club followed him, leaving Dustin, Mike and Lucas left standing outside. 

When you turned your head back over your shoulder to take a peek, you realized Eddie and his goons had left, leaving your brother and his friends standing outside. You frowned, hoping nothing had happened. You were pulled out of your thoughts quickly though by Jason Carver, your boyfriend. 

“Y/N? Everything okay?” He asked, his hand laid gently on your shoulder. 

“Uh, yeah, everything’s fine!” 

“We were just talking about going out to the Diner after school. You comin’?” He asked.

“Oh, yeah I’ll let you know. I’ve been getting really bad headaches lately, so I may not be up for it today,” you replied honestly. He gave you a worrisome look, before turning back to the group. 

“Let’s meet out front after school, we can take my car.” Jason dismissed the group, placing a soft hand on your arm to stop you from leaving with them. 

“Hey, babe, is everything okay? You didn’t tell me you were getting headaches…” he trailed off, clearly concerned. 

“It’s fine Jason, really, it’s nothing. I think I’m just stressed over some grades.” But the truth was, it wasn’t nothing, and you weren’t fine. You had been plagued with nightmares lately of a dark forest thick with fog, there was a giant clock every direction you turned, ringing consistently as the fear that someone was lurking behind you grew stronger… closer.. until you woke up in a panic, drenched in sweat. One of the nightmares felt so real, you woke up screaming. Dustin had bust your door open, an oar in his hand as he started swinging around. 

“What… what is it? What’s wrong?” He was screaming, trying to find the source of your fear. 

“Dustin, it… it was just a dream.” 

That night he had slept on the floor next to your bed, refusing to move back to his own room, just in case.    

“Okay… maybe try seeing the counselor. She can help you with this.” Jason said, moving his hand down to yours, grabbing it softly. 

You adored everything about this man and how sweet he was to you. He always treated you with respect, making sure you were okay. Sometimes, though, you just wished you had something… more.

“Yeah, I will. I’ll go see her today,” you promised, giving him a faint smile. He pulled you in for a hug, squeezing tightly. 

“I will always protect you,” he whispered, almost darkly, in your ear. You knew he meant it too. 

You knocked gently, before Ms. Kelley answered for you to come in. You were nervous, unsure if she could actually help what you were struggling with, but you made a promise to Jason, and you never broke your promises. 

“Y/N! What a lovely surprise. How can I help you?” She asked, a bright smile on her face as you sat down across from her.

“I was hoping, maybe, you could help me with something?” 

“Okay, what’s going on?” She asked, her face softening.

“Lately I’ve been having these… these horrible headaches and nightmares.” 

“What are these nightmares of?” Ms. Kelley grabbed a notebook off the desk, and uncapped her pen. She began writing as you talked. 

“It starts out somewhere like my home, or school, but then after I take a few steps I end up somewhere else. The woods. They’re dark, thick with fog, and theres this clock. Its huge, and standing everywhere I look. Its ticking, tick… tock… tick… tock… tick… tock… until it rings, only once, and I feel rushed as if something thats been looking at me from the fog suddenly runs up on me, and then I wake up.” You finished, tears pricking your eyes as you think back to the traumatic nightmare. 

“That sounds really scary,” ms. Kelley responded. She handed you a box of tissues, which you took gratefully. You could already feel the tears beginning to break through your lashes onto your cheeks. 

“What do you think triggered these nightmares?” 

“I don’t know… they just started happening this past week.” You dabbed at your eyes, careful not to mess up the mascara you put on this morning. 

“Lets just take a minute and think of anything slightly negative that happened that could have caused this.” 

You didn’t have to think about it though. You knew what could have very well triggered these nightmares, but you refused to accept that as the answer. There was no way… right?

You shook your head, discarding the thoughts in your mind before you felt even worse about yourself. 

But that didn’t help. You grabbed your bag, slinging it over your shoulder and stood up quickly. 

“Y/N-,” you cut her off by flinging her door open, letting it close behind you. The last thing you wanted to think about was that night. You crossed your arms, hugging yourself.  You looked up, quickly regretting it as you made eye contact with one Dustin’s friends, Max. You looked down, making your way quickly to the bathroom to calm down before your next class. Jason was in it, and the last thing you needed was for him to see you like this. 

Flinging the bathroom door open, you ran into one of the stalls, locking it and dropping your bag. The feeling to puke overcame you faster than you could process it, but your body went into autopilot, letting you drop to the floor hanging over the dirty school toilet. You chucked it all up, panting slightly as you tried to catch your breath. 

But your heart sank quickly as you looked up to see the entire bathroom dark, covered in a thick fog and what looked like black, sludgey vines. 

“What the-,” you began to think to yourself, but you were cut off by the sound of a clock ticking. Oh god… 

Then came a new sound, something sinister and dark that made your breath hitch in your throat. It was a low growl, moving closer to you, accompanied by the sounds of wet footsteps. You squeezed yourself between the toilet and the stall wall, fear overtaking your entire body. 

Your body shook violently, as you saw the source of the wet footprints walk slowly up to the stall you were in, stopping right in front. They matched the black sludge that filled the bathroom.The voice grew louder, raspier. Tears flowed freely down your cheeks, and your hand gripped your mouth tight, trying to be silent. No matter what you did, it wasn’t enough, he was there, waiting… listening. The air felt tighter around you as you struggled to breathe. Your heart felt as if it stopped breathing, your chest feeling like it was about to cave in.

Just as you felt like you were about to pass out, suddenly the bathroom door opened, and just like that the bathroom was back to normal. You sobbed quietly, not wanting whoever just walked in to see you like this. 

“Are- are you okay?” A voice came from outside the stall. 

It was Max. Shit. 

“I’m fine, just go. Go!” You yelled, until she flew the door open to the bathroom and left. 

Normally, you would have felt bad for yelling at her, but you weren’t sure if this… thing was still here lurking in the shadows, and the last thing you needed was someone else to get hurt- or worse- at your expense again. 

You gathered yourself together as quickly as you could, grabbing a paper towel and wetting it to remove the mascara streaks down your cheeks. Luckily, it worked better than usual, and you were able to fix yourself up as if nothing happened. 

If only you could do that to your mind. 

As you left flung open the bathroom door, you ran right into someone, hard metal smacking right into your gut. 

It was Eddie Munson, his thick belt with chains the source of your abdominal pain. 

“Yo hey, watch where you’re going lady,” he joked, holding his arms out. 

“I’m sorry,” you responded timidly, not meeting his gaze. He was alone, his goons already in class. 

“Hey, it’s fine, I was just messing with you. Is everything okay?” He asked, noticing your tear stained cheeks. You looked up at him slowly, your breath hitching as you made eye contact with him. 

“Can I meet you after school… where Jason meets you?” You asked, hoping he understood what you were referencing. He smirked. 

“Do you know the spot?” 

“Yes, I think so.” 

“Alright, little lady. I’ll see you then,” he saluted you, before walking off to wherever he was going. 

You nodded your head, to really no one, and headed to class. 

The sound of twigs snapping under your feet set you on edge as you trudged further into the woods. It was roughly thirty minutes after school ended. You wanted to make sure Dustin had a way home, and you had to let Jason know you were going home instead of meeting them. He was reluctant to let you go home alone, but you insisted you would be fine. It was just a headache, you told him. If he only knew the truth, you were afraid he would never leave you alone. 

You made it to the picnic table in the woods, the spot where Eddie did his deals and where his group liked to party. Beer cans littered the table and various spots on the forest floor.

An uneasy feeling settled deep inside of you. You bunched up the hem of your skirt in your hands, looking around. Eddie wasn’t here yet. A light fog start to roll in. A twig snapped in the distance.

“Hello?” You called out, hoping nothing but Eddie called back in response. As you waited, listening, you began to hear the distant ticking of a clock. Looking to your right, you notice a giant grandfather clock, much like the one from your nightmare, embedded into a tree. 

You began to talk towards it, almost as if you were entranced by the fear. It continued to tick, your footsteps landing in synch with ever tick… tock… tick… tock…

As you stepped closer, you noticed the glass on the face began to break, spreading further until a small hole appeared in the middle. You held your breath in anticipation, waiting for the next move. Tiny black widows began to emerge, one by one, all over the clock. More and more spilled out from the hole. You began to back up, on the verge of hyperventilating when you ran into a hard body right behind you. 

Panicking, you turned to see who- or rather what- it was. 

Eddie. Just Eddie. 

“Woah, hey, hey, hey. I didn’t mean to scare you,” he chuckled but stopped immediately when he saw your face. You were white as a ghost, looking up at him with a mixture of fear and relief. 

Glancing back at the clock, you realized it wasn’t there anymore. The tree was normal again, the bark all in tact as if nothing was ever there. 

“… are you okay?”  He asked, looking around for any possible explanation as to why you were so scared.. 

Nodding your head, you took a deep breath. You could feel the tears trying to escape your eyes, but you wouldn’t let them. Using the sleeves of your cheer sweater, you wiped at the bottom of your eyes. 

Eddie’s lunchbox landed on the picnic table with a loud metal bang, making you jump slightly as you sat down across from it. Eddie could sense your uneasiness as he took his jacket off, noticing your leg shaking violently.

“There’s nothing to worry about,” he started, hoping he was calming you down. “No one ever comes out here. We’re safe. I promise.” 

“So, how does this work exactly?” You ask, finally looking up at him. His brown eyes were dark, but kind. Trustworthy. 

“Oh, you know, just like any other old sale, except cash only and for obvious reasons, no receipts.” He responded, smiling gently. 

You looked down, the uneasy feeling still not leaving. The events of what happened today were haunting your thoughts. You felt bad, not wanting Eddie to take it personally, but you couldn’t just explain it away either. 

“I’ll do you a half ounce for, 20. What do you say?” He held out a bag of weed. “Plenty of bang for your buck, should last you a while…” 

A twig snapped behind you, stealing your attention away from him and into the woods behind you. Fear gripped you, yet again, leaving you breathless and white as a ghost. But it was only a squirrel. 

Eddie grew impatient, thinking your fear was getting caught for either buying drugs, or being alone in the woods with him. 

“Hey, we don’t need to do this. Just give me the word and I’ll walk away.” He was annoyed, but mostly with himself. Why did he think this would go any differently than the popular Y/N being scared of being in the woods with him. He shook his head slightly. 

“No. It’s not that, I don’t want you to go,” you pleaded, quickly turning your attention back to him. If only he understood. Maybe you could try and put it in a way he could… 

“It’s just that… do you ever feel like you’re losing your mind?” You ask, breathing heavily as you waited for his answer. He looked down trying to catch your gaze. When you gave it to him he smiled. 

“Uhh, you know, just like on a daily basis.” He chuckled. “I mean I feel like I’m losing my mind right now, doing a drug deal with Y/N Y/L/N the queen of Hawkins high.” 

The way he referred to you as queen sent shivers down your spine. It tingled, in a good way, and you stared at him trying to figure out why. 

“You know, this isn’t the first time we’ve hung out.”

“It’s not?” 

“You don’t remember?” 

“I’m sorry-,” 

“That’s okay,” he cut you off, feigning hurt and sadness. Suddenly, he grabbed his chest, falling backwards off of the picnic bench. You yelled out, gasping as he crawled to stand up and lean against a tree. 

“I wouldn’t remember me either Y/N. Honestly… do, do I have stuff in my hair?” He asked, shaking leaves out of his hair. You couldn’t help the laughter that escaped you. The comic relief easing your nerves instantly- exactly his intent. 

He continued, going on about the last time you hung out, for a talent show in middle school. The two of you reminisced over your acts, you doing a cheer, him playing with his band.  

It felt good to sit and talk to him, unbothered by the woods around you, the fear that once gripped your soul dissipated, replaced with happiness. Eddie felt good, knowing he had succeeded in getting you to loosen up. Your smile was radiant, contagious almost as you talked about his band. Your laughter rang lightly through the air, warming even the darkest parts of him. 

“You know… you’re not what I thought you’d be like.” You said, smiling up at him.

“Mean and scary?” He smirked, pulling strands of hair down to his lips in a cute manner. 

You nodded your head, chuckling slightly at his attempt to be less intimidating. 

“Yeah, well, I actually thought you’d be kind of mean and scary too.” He said. 

You laughed, the thought sounding ridiculous to you. You were aware the rest of your friends were just that… mean and scary. But after watching Dustin get bullied, you could never make anyone else feel that same way. 

“In other good news, flattery works for me. So twenty-five percent off the half. Fifteen bucks, you’re robbing me blind practically.” He chuckled, throwing down the bag of weed in front of you. 

You looked at it for a second, contemplating. Weed was nice, sure, but you weren’t quite sure it would do what you needed it to do this time. There were stories of weed amplifying some people’s anxiety, paranoia. You didn’t want to risk that. 

“Do you have anything, stronger?” You asked hesitantly, a little nervous about how he would respond. You looked up at him, hopefully that maybe he could see the desire to escape deep in your eyes. He looked hesitant, concerned, and a little sad before he finally responded. 

“Yeah, but it’s back at my place…” he trailed off. Now he was the one anxious, worried you might take his offer the wrong way. 

“Okay,” you replied, standing to your feet.

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[adoringhaikyuu]

me n my boyfriend fought last night abt my clothes, about how my boobs r showing and it just made me insecure again. can i request haikyuu captains fluff? like they cheer me up when im so insecure and concious abt myself...

all the love <33 mwah

HOW THEY CHEER YOU UP WHEN YOU'RE INSECURE

CHARACTERS: bokuto + daichi + kuroo + oikawa + (gn!reader)

WARNINGS: nothing

NOTES: hey queen, just letting u know that i can and will fight ur bf for you <3 + if anyone wants part two w ushijima and terushima lmk

★ bokuto would be the number one hype man. he can't stand to think that you don't think you're as perfect as you really are. he'd do anything in his power to prove to you that you're amazing inside and out. "baby you are the most beautiful person i've ever met, please don't be mean to yourself." he'd pout and actually get sad whenever you're picking at yourself and criticizing your appearance in the mirror, that's how you know he really cares.

★ daichi would listen to you and let you vent about your insecurities but when you're done he's pulling you into a hug and giving your forehead a kiss before looking into your eyes earnestly. "sweetheart, thank you for trusting me enough to tell me about all this. but trust me when i say you're the only person being this hard on yourself." safe to say, daichi's pep talk, combined with his soft voice? brings you to tears. but don't worry, he's there to kiss them away.

★ kuroo would not even let you finish your sentence if you're bashing on yourself, "let me stop you right there, kitten." a hand on your waist, the other on your cheek. "i won't let you be mean to my baby. you are the hottest person on the planet, and you're mine so clearly you have several things going for you." he'd smirk at you, cheering on the inside when you crack a smile. "but seriously, you have nothing to worry about. and i know me saying that won't solve anything, but i need you to know that i don't see you the way you see you." he kisses you softly. "you're a dream to me, my dream."

★ oikawa would be so offended omg, he's so dramatic. he'd gasp loudly, "y/n-chan are you crazy??" holding you against his chest almost as if he's shielding you from your own words. "how could you be so mean to my precious y/n." he also can't possibly understand how you view yourself so negatively, it hurts him. he makes you swear to try to be nicer to yourself and he makes sure to compliment you all the time, he wants you to be more confident because he thinks if anyone should be, it's you.

[littlegodzilla]

Hey could you do a pre apocalypse request with a young reader please. Like the reader is legal (18/19) but Daryl is 23. Please let me know if this age gap is okay with you 👉👈

Request :- The reader and Daryl are dating and Daryl has to go on a long hunting trip. Since Daryl is going to be gone for long the reader borrows some books (erotica and self pleasuring) from the library to make up for his absence . Daryl catches her red handed with these books and teches her how to pleasure herself in his absence since she doesn't know much about it. (pls include humping on a pillow, fingering if possible 😬)

If you don't write for pre apocalypse Daryl you can make this Norman × reader too 😁 pls take my request

Hi Anon!

Sorry if I was late with your request but I had crazy days. I liked your request and I had a few different ideas until I decide to write it. The ages are fine, I don’t really care because my man is 17 years older than me so… Of course I’m never going to write something underage or worst, but this idea it’s fine for me.

I hope you’ll enjoy it too!

As always sorry for my English, it isn’t my first language!

Teaching.

Daryl Dixon x FemReader Pre-Apocalyse.

Characters: Daryl Dixon (23) Reader (19) Warnings: SMUT. Words: 4000 aprox. Request by Anon. Summary: Daryl is going on a long hunting trip and the reader is going to miss him so she tries to make up for her loneliness and Daryl is going to show her how. Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @purple-serenity @pncnsc @lilythemadqueen @twdeadfanfic

You hated that he went hunting with his brother for so long. You knew it was something important to him, a strange bond between brothers. Whatever, but you still didn't like it. Not just because you were left alone for days, but you were left alone for days and worried about him, whether he'd be okay, whether they'd eat well, whether they'd get lost in the woods (Daryl always scoffed at this, he was like a fucking Mowgli) or whether some wild animal might attack them and come back hurt, or worse. Not coming back.

You and Daryl had been dating for several years. You two met when you and your parents moved to that small town looking for something better, you were never clear if the change was good for your parents or not, but for you, you wouldn't trade it for anything.

Meeting Daryl was difficult at first, known as a problematic family and with whom it was better not to have a relationship, your parents never let you get too close to their house, however when some older high school classmates started to pick on you for 'being too weird' Daryl came to your defense and since then he had accompanied you to class so they would leave you alone, with that gesture your parents discovered that young Dixon was different from his father and older brother, allowing him to spend more time with you, despite being older than you he had repeated a few grades and both spent many afternoons together in the living room of your house, or in the cabin he had in the woods, studying, with homework, or getting to know each other.

Remembering your first kiss with him still made your stomach fill with butterflies. It was awkward for both of you, you too young maybe, him too nervous, surprised that you felt that way about him. Repeating to himself that maybe someone in your own grade would be a better fit for you, but you were sure of what you wanted.

And it was him.

Now, like every year at the hottest time of the year, Daryl was leaving for several weeks in the woods for a long hunting trip with Merle, his older brother, and you were frustrated.

From the beginning of your relationship Daryl was always careful how he treated you, even though you weren’t very old, he was older than you, he didn't want you to feel pressured, that you thought he was taking advantage of you, that you felt uncomfortable around him. You were grateful every day for his kind and considerate treatment with you, but you also had needs and curiosities typical of your age and although you had tried to take the next step with him, the younger Dixon always found an excuse to slip out of your arms and avoid the subject.

It was also true that you never had much privacy, that your parents were always around the house when Daryl came to visit and the cozy and pleasant cabin was also Merle's, which meant that the man could show up whenever he wanted to discover you and spoil the moment.

You sighed in frustration as you searched for some books in the library, since you had nothing better to do you had decided to lose yourself in the long and huge shelves looking for some literature that could brighten up your days.

You stopped then among the shelves of self-help books and a flash crossed your mind feeling your cheeks redden. You bit your lip as you ran your eyes through the books not quite sure what you were looking for until you came across some books on sex. Again you felt your cheeks burn with intensity. You hesitated for a few seconds before picking up one of them and taking a quick look at it, maybe it seemed silly, but suddenly you felt that your lonely days wouldn't be so boring.

Hiding a couple of books inside your backpack along with other literature books you left the library in a hurry.

You felt your heart pounding inside your chest. You closed the cabin door behind you. Normally you didn't go there by yourself, if you knew Daryl was out with Merle or working you waited at home until he came to pick you up, but you needed to be alone. At home, with your parents, you wouldn't even have dared to open your backpack, the books had returned untouched to their shelf and you would probably have regretted it for the rest of your vacation days.

You closed the bedroom door behind you and left the backpack on the bed. Trembling, you unzipped the zipper as if a basilisk was going to come out from inside it. You felt a little absurd, you shouldn't feel so afraid and ashamed of something as natural as sex and knowing yourself. It didn't mean that you had never touched yourself, however, you were never sure if that was what you were supposed to feel, always too tense in case your parents came into the room, in case you made too much noise, in case someone could hear you.

Now you were alone. Daryl would be working in the workshop with Merle or getting things ready to leave, or maybe they had already left. The latter you didn't believe, Daryl always said goodbye to you when he went hunting.

With one of the books in your hand you sat on the edge of the bed opening its pages, exploring it, reading it carefully in the parts that caught your attention, blushing like a ten year old girl as you read some perhaps too detailed descriptions. Slowly you felt your body warming up, curiosity making its way through shyness, wanting to put into practice some of the advice you were reading.

You put the book down on the bed and got up again to strip down to just your underwear. You crawled across the mattress to the top of the bed, picked up the book again and rereading some of the pages you settled back against the pillow moving your hips against it. You frowned feeling embarrassment momentarily take hold of you again as your hips hesitated to rub against the object, however you repositioned yourself against the pillow moving again, you rotated your hips and your clit brushed the seam of the fabric sending a pleasurable cramp throughout your body.

"Oh..." you gasped at the sensation, doing it again.

You weren't aware at any point that you had stopped being alone in the room, that Daryl had been petrified at the bedroom door not waiting for you there. Much less like this.

Gradually you had gained more confidence moving faster over the seam of the object, touching the rest of your body over your underwear intensifying the pleasure that coursed through you, feeling like you were verging on the edge.

"Whattaya doin’?" Daryl's voice sounded hoarse, low, his name coming out of your mouth in moans still ringing in his ears. You screamed in fright turning around to face him with your face burning covering your near nakedness with the same pillow you were riding just seconds before.

"Da-Daryl!" you stammered looking him up and down, he was wearing his work clothes, he had probably come straight from the workshop not finding you at home or to finish getting things ready for when he left with Merle.

His eyes were riveted on you, surprise mixed with other feelings that you weren’t able to decipher at that very moment, his pupils dilated, his chest rising and falling, breathing with difficulty. You saw him hesitate, but he took a couple of steps towards the bed and you wanted to hide the books scattered on the bed, but you didn't make it in time. Daryl picked up one of them skim reading a few lines to once again fix his gaze on you, now really charged with lust.

"What's all this?" He lifted the book before your eyes only to drop it to the floor.

"I-I thought you weren't..."

"I see, ya always do this when I'm gone?" there was no surprise, more curiosity, desire creeping into his voice.

"I don't..." You bit your lip doubting if you should be honest. "You're going to be gone for many days, we're not going to see each other and I..."

"Ya couldda asked me..."

"You never touch me, Daryl, whenever I try to do something you just run away... Like you're scared of me..."

"’Cause I know if I touch ya... I won't be able to stop..." He clenched his fists, holding back right then and there. You looked at him, still shy, but more confident than before.

"Why do you think I wanted you to stop? I love you Daryl, I'm... I want to be with you. I'm ready for it..." This last you couldn't help but mutter it averting your gaze.

You heard him grunt, raising your head again you saw Daryl take off his work clothes leaving only his boxers. Your earlier moans had gone straight to his cock which was marked half hard inside his underwear. He moved to the side of the bed, standing closer to you. Your eyes roamed all over him and you swallowed feeling nervous. Daryl shook his head and pointed to the pillow.

"Lemme look at ya." He asked you. You opened your eyes wide and shook your head.

"No."

"I wanna watch ya do it." He climbed onto the bed sitting next to you. "Maybe can help ya."

"N-No, Daryl I... I didn't know you were there, it's embarrassing for me you seeing me..." You tried to explain, but Dixon grabbed the pillow pulling it away from your body leaving you in your underwear before him.

"Ya said ya were ready, didn't ya? I ain’t gonna do anythin’ to ya that ya ain’t willin’." He promised staring at you.

You hesitated for a second, again shyness winning out over your judgment, but it was Daryl, you knew you could trust him, his word, that he would never do anything that would hurt you or humiliate you. He had always had the utmost care and respect for you and you knew that wasn't going to change now. You bit your lip and nodded your head averting your gaze. Daryl held your chin and kissed you slowly taking what you offered him, caressing your lips with his, the tip of his tongue brushed your lips asking for permission. You gasped as you felt him slowly burst inside your mouth making you close your eyes, abandoning yourself to the kiss, holding him by the nape of his neck so he wouldn't pull away. His hands went down to your waist and he pulled away from your mouth to sit you in his lap, your back resting against his chest. His mouth traveled down your neck slowly, leaving kisses here and there, getting you to melt under his touch, his fingertips caressing your skin, distracting you.

You tensed for a second when his fingers unclasped your bra, but you let him do it, he unclasped your press leisurely, running his mouth back over the skin of your shoulders, your nape, his hands moving up to your breasts, caressing their shape, cradling them in his hands, giving them the attention they deserved without taking his mouth off your skin. You gasped and shuddered as you felt his palm brush against your nipples that were beginning to get hard with each new caress. His fingers pinched your nipples gently, twisting them painlessly, making small circles over them with the pad of his thumb. You arched up, moaning low, not daring to open your eyes, but knowing that Daryl was staring at you, enjoying every gesture you made.

“Feels good, yeah?” He murmured aganist your ear and you moan in responde with your eyes still closed. “Gimme yer hand” He said again taking your wrist and guided your hand over your own tit. “Touch yerself, like I’m doin’” Daryl ordered you making you tembler but you obeyed touching yourself your own nippel the same way he was doing.

Daryl watched you gasping slowly through your mouth, your head resting on his shoulder, biting your lip, enjoying your own touch on your nipple at the same time his hand still guiding your own movements as you mimicked what he was doing to your other tit. With his free hand he moved down your belly slowly, caressing your skin, he stroked one of your legs and gently parted them feeling you tense up a bit again, but squeezed your nipple regaining your attention on that part, forgetting his hand further south. Daryl kissed your neck at the same time his hand hid inside your panties caressing your mons slowly gasping as he felt it bare and soft, his teeth closed over your skin leaving a small mark that made you moan a little louder arching against his hand as his fingers began to make small circles over your clit.

Your legs inertia parted a little more, leaving him greater access, his strokes were slow, pressing your muscle with his fingertips, he was in no hurry, showing you what he could do with you, making your whole body jerk against his.

"Daryl..." you gasped his name, your free hand his closed over his forearm, but he didn't stop his caresses, neither on your chest nor on your pussy.

"Ya ain’t need those books for this..." He whispered in your ear, his voice husky. "I'll show ya how ya should do it, I'll make ya remember me all these days I'm ain’t here with ya." He promised you licking the skin behind your ear giving you goosebumps.

His fingers began to move a little faster over your sensitive button, making small circles, increasing the pressure on it while squeezing your nipple with a little more intensity, you mimicked his action and opened your eyes in shock as your hips jerked against his hand and moaned loudly, pleasure coursing through you uncontrollably, arching over his body seeing him smiling, his caresses did not stop, but they did drop in intensity again prolonging your arousal.

Still feeling your legs trembling Daryl left your tit to help himself get rid of your panties which he threw to an undefined place in the room. He parted your legs again and his fingers lost themselves in your folds, feeling you completely wet now, stroking and groping your entrance which contracted at the sensation of his fingers.

"Ya okay?" he asked in a whisper his fingers still playing over your slit feeling them getting wetter and wetter. You nodded your head. "Relax, forget ‘bout everythin’, I just wanna ya to feel." He asked you without stopping stroking you.

It was easy to ask, you knew you could trust him, but at the same time nervousness was playing a trick on you. His hand resting on your knee came up and took your hand placing it on your unattended breast.

"Ya were doin’ great, and it felt good, didn't it?" he spoke into your ear again, you nodded biting your lip and went back to caressing your own nipples as one of Daryl's fingers found its way between your folds and pressed into your cunt.

You frowned slightly at the resistance your own body offered at the intrusion of his finger however the pleasure you were giving yourself helped you ignore the uncomfortable sensation, slowly unclenching yourself by letting his finger enter deeper and deeper until his palm covered your pussy. He gasped against your ear and you moaned at the vibration of his voice against your skin. You knew Daryl was holding back completely with you. You weren't an idiot, the man had had other relationships before you two started dating, he had experience you were unaware of and he was doing his best not to rush you.

You sighed as you felt him move inside you, rotating his wrist, pulling his finger out, in and out, slowly, listening to the wet sound it made, embarrassment tingeing your cheeks red again.

"Don't stop touchin’ yerself." He asked you in a growl and was adding a second finger inside you.

The tightness was more uncomfortable than the first time, you bit your lip, your hands stopped and you reflexively grabbed him by the wrist. Daryl stopped at the same moment, his fingers halfway inside you, his mouth resting on the top of your head, he closed his eyes searching for his own self-control. He kissed your head, behind your ear, the line of your neck up to your shoulder, leaving several kisses in this same area, little by little your body relaxed enjoying the sensation of his mouth on your skin, your pussy stopped squeezing his fingers and you let go of his wrist. It was the signal he needed to continue putting his fingers inside you making you moan between discomfort and pleasure when they were completely inside again. His free hand returned to your tit, caressing, squeezing, pinching your nipple as his fingers moved inside you increasing the pleasurable sensation. You gasped and sighed, your hips moving on their own against his fingers arching you feeling your nipples completely hard under his touch. You gasped loudly as his hand pressed against your clit as his fingers continued to move inside you. Your vision blurred, your mind went blank and again a rush ran through you from your stomach to your fingertips, you clutched the sheets tightly, your fingers curled, your hips pushed against his fingers and your back arched.

"Daryl!" you moaned as your orgasm hit you a second time leaving you stunned for a few seconds where his hands continued to stroke you prolonging your high making you shudder under his touch.

He grunted in response as your body pressed fully against his, exahusted, trying to recover yourself, feeling your heart hammering hard inside your chest. Daryl withdrew his fingers carefully stroking your folds again, paying attention to your clit one last time, pressing slowly, rotating his fingers over it, he heard you sigh and brought his hand very slowly up to his mouth, licking his fingers, tasting you on them. You jerked at the sight of him, hearing him hummed as he tasted you.

"Daryl..." you called out to him, his gaze falling on you, his pupils fully dilated. Your turned to him sitting on his lap.

"Ya wanna go on?" he asked you hoarsely putting his hands over your butt. You nodded your head.

"Yes, please... Make me yours, Daryl." You asked him and felt his dick throbbing against your belly.

Daryl grunted at your response, his hands gripped your ass tighter to lift you off his lap, he sat up with you and laid you down on the bed stepping away for a moment to fetch a condom from the bedside table. You heard the wrapper rip and watched nervously as he slid the latex over his cock. He crawled back over you, sought your mouth kissing you slowly, his hands caressing your body, he grabbed your legs and placed them over his waist, pulling your bodies closer together if possible. He moved his hips against you, rubbing his cock against your pussy, seeking your permission. Nervousness swirled in your belly making you gasp, his electric blue gaze lingered a few seconds on you, hesitating, but you nodded, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, moving your body awkwardly under his, making him hiss.

"Daryl, please..." You insisted.

"If I hurt ya..." He started to say and you shook your head positively again, urgently. "No, look at me." He asked you and your eyes jumped to him at his demanding tone. "Tell me, if I hurt ya, okay?"

"Y-Yes."

"I ain’t wanna ya to regret this..."

"I'm not going to regret it, Daryl, I love you..." You repeated again and he growled.

"I love ya too..." He whispered feeling the embarrassment in his words.

You smiled feeling suddenly enveloped in a cloud, you both knew your feelings perfectly well, but Daryl was always more complicated to say what he thought or felt, but you had never forced anything on him, you always let him express himself in his own way.

The smile faded a few seconds from your mouth turning into an uncomfortable grimace as you felt the tip of his cock press against the entrance to your vagina working its way in as slowly as his control would allow.

Your grip on his shoulders became more intense, your nails digging into the skin of his back. You felt him stop above you, but you dug your ankles into the small of his back, not quite sure if that would make the discomfort go away or intensify. You heard him gasp loudly, as if he was holding his breath for too long.

"Daryl..." You tried to get his attention, but he was still standing still over you.

Only when he felt you relax completely under his body did he allow himself to push the last few inches into you again. You gasped and hissed at the sensation of having him inside you, the discomfort of his cock pulling at your walls, dilating you, fitting inside you pleasurably listening to him moan hoarsely against your ear. You wrapped your arms and legs around his body, hiding your face in the hollow of his shoulder. He hissed again as your vagina tightened around his cock and began to move slowly allowing you to get used to him, his size and the feeling of having him inside you.

His self-control went out the window as his cock found and pressed that perfect spot inside you that stole your breath and made your eyes widen in surprise as a long moan escaped your mouth. Daryl looked down at you seeing the confusion and embarrassment mixed on your face, he kissed you intensely unable to hold back any longer, his hands braced your body against the mattress and he began to move faster and deeper inside you, relentlessly pounding that spot that made you moan again, arching you up on the bed, tightening your legs around his waist.

Daryl dropped the weight of his body on top of yours as he felt the walls of your cunt squeeze his cock hard as you cum again, getting him to release all of his cum inside the condom with a guttural moan that was muffled in his neck. Panting, his heart racing, he tried to recover before slowly pulling you away. He threw the condom into a wastebasket in the room and returned to your side hugging you, caressing your body, making you lean against his chest, kissing you on the forehead, on the lips, cradling you lovingly. You purred at his endless caresses, closing your eyes, feeling exhausted.

"It's not fair..." You murmured then and he startled. "Now I'm going to miss you more..."

Daryl snorted in amusement and chuckled, pulling you tighter against his body.

"Now ya know how to remember me until I come back and I can do it myself." He whispered against your ear giving you goosebumps.

No doubt his practical classes had been most helpful.

The end.

I hope you liked it!

See you in the next story!

[miyaagis]

[ hc ] — wives and girlfriends

+ characters. oikawa t. - miya a. - kageyama t.

+ warnings. bondage, overstimulation, degradation, misogyny, public sex, implied filming, implied squirting, manipulation. let me know if i missed anything !!

WAGs

acronym used to refer to wives and girlfriends of high-profile sportspersons. the term may also be used in the singular form, WAG, to refer to a specific female partner who is in a relationship with a sportsperson

— oikawa

the press already adores him

so when you come into the picture, things get even better for him

he's known for looking after you whenever you are out in the public eye

tying your shoelaces? he kneels and does it for you

too crowded? he's telling everyone to back off and leave you alone

need help fixing your dress? he's got you

it's ridiculous how much he spoils you. in public, of course

because in reality, it's all an act

cameras flash as the setter guides you down the red-carpet, his palm on the small of your back and pausing briefly to pose for the photographers.

his loving gaze always focused on you.

however, the gentle look is replaced by a stern one as soon as you step into your home.

"you love giving them a show, don't you?" he traps you against the wall, keeping you pinned to it with a hand on your throat, "flaunting your tits in that dress, I'm sure every single camera has a picture of your hard nipples by now."

"but I–"

"shut the fuck up! making me look like I'm the one smitten for you, really?" he runs a hand through his hair as he looks to the side, "and making me fix your stupid dress as if I were your servant."

he glances back at you, his hold on your throat tightening once he notices the tears in your eyes.

pathetic.

"we both know it's you the one that's always begging for me," you feel a shiver run down your spine at his tone, his usual warm chocolate eyes looking cold and uninviting.

"so don't forget you're replaceable, princess."

— atsumu

you're one of japan's most loved and hated wag

he always made a show to flaunt you to the press, especially during his games

dedicating his services to you, kissing you messily after a victory

he even gave you permission to cheer for him when he's about to serve

atsumu loves letting everyone know the hottest girl in the stands is cheering for him

which has earned you a decent amount of threats and hate

claiming that you just want the status that comes with dating a professional athlete

unluckily for you, atsumu's more than glad to give his fans what they want

"ah fuck, 'tsumu..."

"louder, pretty girl," he growls in your ear, his harsh thrusts echoing in the locker room.

the opposite team's locker room.

he hits one spot that has you mewling immediately, your nails raking down his broad back while he keeps pounding into you. your legs are wrapped around his hips which helps him reach deeper, his cock pulsing against your walls.

"don't you wanna show 'em it's you who gets my cock, hm?" he sneers as he picks up his pace, the brutal force forbidding you from answering him back, "they wish they were you, getting Miya fucking Atsumu's fat cock buried in their cunts."

"say it, babe. say how you're just a filthy slut," his balls slap against your ass while he chases his orgasm, spewing insults and groans as he gets closer to his end, "just another whore wanting to fuck a famous player."

"fuck yes, yes! just want your cock, want to be your slut!"

more groans and moans fill the place when he pumps his warm cum into your hole, tears staining your cheeks while the thick fluid drips out of your pussy.

"oi, sunarin! make sure ya get her from this angle."

— kageyama

he's pretty reserved when it comes to his love life

during interviews, he retorts to the classic "we're happy" as soon as your name is brought up

and it's rare to see you in the stands during his games

which has lead the fans and press to speculate that you're together for his image

since it definitely gets him more attention when he's seen at fancy galas with you hanging off his arm

sporting the flashiest diamond ring in your fourth finger

however, what they don't know is that he saves all his energy for when he has you all to himself

you tug at the tight knots, trying and failing to free yourself from their hold.

"don't be pathetic, you know there's no getting out of that."

with your legs spread wide open, he places the vibrator on your clit as his free hand strokes his erect cock. he squeezes the tip gently, teasing himself, while he makes you squirm on the bed.

"p-please, too much," you whine and thrash as the vibrations begin to hurt.

it's your fourth orgasm, or so you think—too dazed to remember. but he doesn't seem to be putting and end to your torture anytime soon.

"this is what you're good for," he sneers down at you, pumping his length faster as he observes the juices dripping out of your sensitive pussy, "being a fuck-toy, an accessory for a man like me."

a broken sob leaves your mouth when you sense another orgasm approaching, fighting the restraints keeping you against the bed while the need to pee and cum overtakes your mind.

"now cum, before I get someone else to take your spot."

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[dasomlimie]

hii! If you take requests can i requests 'Beach day with Baji'? thanks in advance and no problem if you don't want to!

p.s have a nice day/night <3

%% BEACH DAY WITH BAJI FT. TOMAN #!/

characters : Baji Keisuke ft.Toman

a/n : ah~ i miss going to the beach but i dont miss the sunburn and how hot it was i'll make this into hc instead of one shots! again everyone is aged up to 17~18 reader age would be in the same range as tr characters

the idea of going to the beach was actually Hina's idea and Takemichi along with other just agreed since its summer and its also a perfect time to go to the beach !!

so lets skip to when you were at the beach

lets say you wear bikini or whatever you comfortable wearing Baji would shower with you compliment no matter how you think you look like Baji still think you're the hottest

so yk his hair is long right? he would ask you to tie it for him either high bun or lower bun doesn't matter as long as he got to show his friend he have s/o to tie his hair up

he would also ask you to apply sunscreen? sunblock? for him another excuse for him having you all over him while you just obliged him also not wanting him to got sunburn because you know how it would hurt later

Baji would drag you to play with him in the water but if you have sort of trauma of fear toward sea he would be a good bf he is he would not push you to play in the water with him but maybe he tried to convince you to play at the shallow part?

yeah anyways if you don't have any problem with swimming in the sea expect him to pick you up like a sack of potatoes and throw you in the water and well having water fight with him

he would have the loudest laugh and widest smile the Toman members can see how happy he is with you and well happy for him and a little annoyed ( the single one ofc ) from how much he keep showing off earlier

ok now when the both of you were tired and decided to rest a little he would offer his arm as a pillow for you which you accept then start feeding each other fruit— Chifuyu was sick of it and ask the both of you to tone down the PDA which you and Baji, point at Hina and Takemichi who shyly feeding each others which make him groan in irritation and jealousy

after you both recharge your energy he would bring you for a walk and making sure you were wrapped in towel or thin scarf because he saw how the male look at you he also intertwined his finger with you to show that you were his and he's yours

there's no doubt he's a fine man we all can see it so lets say you were resting maybe taking a nap then then others girl see it as an opportunity to flirt with him maybe even to get his number

and Baji who is always polite toward girl he tried to tell them he have girlfriend and start panicking when one of the start latching into him

he look at you for help and well you were having your little nap and only saw Chifuyu so he plead with his eyes which Chifuyu understand then walk toward him

"sorry but he's happily taken with that girl over there please keep your hand off from him thank you!" he said dragging Baji away like sort of a cat before letting Baji go toward your sleeping figure cuddling with you ofc after thanking Chifuyu

oh another one when you wake up and saw Baji cooing you tap his shoulder then he turn around with a cat on his lap "who's cat is this?" you ask he gave you his signature grin "the restaurant owner" "did you get their permission" he nodded then you let him as long as he got permission from the cats owner then its okay

"can we bring her home?" he suddenly you sit up straight look at him with stern look "this cat have owner you cant just take any cat just because they're cute understand?" you said he nodded before trying another reason got taken down by you immediately

oh the both of you would also try to build a sand castle with a kit Chifuyu bought Chifuyu would also lend a hand because he wanted to try too

oh Mikey will suggest to play beach volleyball either in the water or on the sand depend on his mood, Baji would make sure you were teamed up with him

yk that one game where you get into someone shoulder and start playing in the water idk how to explain this but yeah that game if ykwim you also play that game and win it because i said so

anyways in the end everyone was tired and decided to go home just so you know he have a lot of picture of the both of you and his friend in his phone

they would probably made another beach day and maybe made it into scheduled hang out

!%! © HNEULWH— i did not allow my work to be used or adapted in any form without my permission !#//

[sergeantsporks]

I posted 4,751 times in 2021

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3684 posts reblogged (78%)

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#or if there are any artists out there interested in collabing 👀👀👀 since i think this would honestly work best as short comics/pictures

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

How every single “Hunter gets adopted into the Owl House” fic starts

489 notes • Posted 2021-10-03 01:27:27 GMT

#4

Bruno: Fifteen-year-olds are the meanest people in the world. They terrify me to this day. If I'm on the street on like, a Friday, at 3 PM and I see a group of high-schoolers on the side of the street, I will cross to the other side of the street. Because fifteen-year-olds will make fun of you, but in an accurate way. They will get to the thing you don't like about you. They don't even need to look at you for long, they'll just be like ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha! Hey, look at that 7 foot man, he got rats along his back! And I'm like NO, THAT'S THE THING I'M SENSITIVE ABOUT!

545 notes • Posted 2021-12-04 21:34:52 GMT

#3

Welcome to the Owl House Parent Circle, we’ve got

Mother with very definitely not neurotypical child who should probably seek outside counseling about how to help her daughter, but instead sends her away to Be Normal Please camp (but you’re a single mom working really hard, so I get it, I guess)

Probably the best parent in the show (but don’t be too smug about it, the bar isn’t high)

Loves her daughters very much and never intended to hurt them but is a bad parent nonetheless

Didn’t put up much of a fuss about their daughter changing careers, so I guess they’re okay

Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss and her malewife husband who I think just woke up married to her one day, but it’s not like he’s doing much to help the kids so... you two shouldn’t be parents (Bonus: Good Principal, not a father, but definitely totally is)

I don’t know much about you, but your son seems to be relatively well-adjusted for a prodigy, and he’s free to/comfortable with pursuing his personal interests despite your plan for him, and you let him take over your broadcast to free Eda without a fuss, so I guess you’re probably a pretty good dad

This fucker. Who let him have a baby? He Should Not be Allowed Near Children.

730 notes • Posted 2021-08-14 20:57:40 GMT

#2

“Bruno and Camilo solidarity” this, “Bruno and Mirabel solidarity” that, gimme some Felix and Bruno interactions. Felix is always right on the scene to help his wife when she’s having an anxiety attack, he helps her calm down, talks her through it, you think he wouldn’t be the GREATEST friend for Bruno? He’s not even mad about the wedding thing, he thought his wife making a hurricane was the hottest thing ever.

857 notes • Posted 2021-12-04 22:09:46 GMT

#1

I’m so funny

960 notes • Posted 2021-12-04 22:49:51 GMT

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Thrift Your Heart Out | Drew Starkey

Summary: You literally walk right into a cute costumer at the thrift store you work at.

Note: These two pictures is what I think Drew would find and try on while thrift shopping...And since I work at a thrift shop, I guess you could say I wrote this for myself... Sorry not sorry. I hope you love it! 👍 Feedback is appreciated, especially since I've never really written for Drew before.

Working in the back of a thrift is all fun and games until one of the cashiers skips through the 'employees only' door and uses a sing along voice to state that she just saw a group of people come in and how they're all to attractive for their own good.

"Y/N, there's a boy that is just your type."

You chuckle as you keep on looking through the clothes on the rack that's infront of your pricing system. "Don't you know? The only men that pay any attention to me here is old creepy men."

Your co-workers sighs and grabs your wrist to pull you towards the door.

The door smacks right into someone. You lose count as to how many times you say, "I'm sorry" and after you glance over to glare at your co-worker to glare at her for just standing beside you, you finally look at the people you hit.

Of course, with your luck, it just has to happen to be a very attractive guy.

As your co-worker mutters that she has to go back to work and walks past him, she turns around to mouth, "told you" and point at the guy that's now standing in front of you with a small smile on his face.

"It's fine, really. I should've looked where I was going."

How polite he is and his voice makes him even more attractive to you.

"Still, I- I'm sorry."

Yup. You're going be thinking about how you're keep embarrassing yourself for a very long time.

Before he can say anything else, a group of people in the corner of your catches his attention. A blond with a light mustache whistles when the guy in front of you holds up a finger as to say 'one second' and you feel the heat in your cheeks.

"I should be the one that's sorry, Y/N. I'm keeping you from your work."

Your eyes widen. "How do you know my name?"

He chuckles and looks at your chest, and you notice his face turning a shade darker as he points towards your nametag.

You let out a shaky laugh. "Right."

"I'm Drew."

As you nod, you slowly start walking backwards to walk through the door. "Well, uh, I don't have to say my name cause you know...so I hope you find everything you're looking for and have a nice day."

Since there's a window in the door, he gives you a thumbs up before he walks away.

You jump when one of your managers clears his throat as he stands at the top of the staircase. "That was embarrassing to watch on the security cameras. After your lunch, you need to cover upfront for fitting rooms and the showcase."

Not trusting your voice, you give him a thumbs up. Luckily he doesn't bring up how you smile like a idiot at the small gesture for thinking about Attractive Drew.

─────

Your smile is fake when you have to use your fake costumer voice to tell the same person for the second time that the limit in the fitting room is six items per turn.

As you grab a hanger, you make sure to make it seem like the flipping off with your middle finger isn't on purpose.

You turn around when you feel someone tapping you on your shoulder.

"Fitting room three is up and we ask for you to please only bring si-" Your breath gets caught you in the throat when you make eye contact with Attractive Drew.

"Hello again. I was actually wondering if you had this in a different color or a different size?" He raises up the blue flannel he's holding.

You have to take a big breath in and out. "This is a thrift store. What's on the sales floor, it's second hand and one of kind so-"

His laughter makes you stop and he smiles when he says, "I was kidding."

"Wow, you're a great actor."

He starts laughing again but harder this time and rolls his head back. "Thanks, that actually means a lot."

The costumer slams the dressing room door open and yells, "none of these are fitting me!"

You hear him saying, "I'm gonna say sorry for her." Under his breath as he pats you on your back. Instead of your rolling your eyes like you normally do when someone tries on something that is clearly isn't their size, you smile as you walk up to her to help with the zipper.

──────

As soon as a costumer walks away from the showcase for wanting to see the most expensive items and not buying anything, Drew turns away from the jewelry wall with a pair of yellow tinted sunglasses on.

"What do you think?" He asks. You give a thumbs up, which earns you a smirk and that makes you a little weak in the knees.

"Do you have Netflix?"

"Are you asking me to Netflix and Chill?"

"What? No! I mean- what?" You smirk when he has to shake himself before he tries talking again. "No, I was just wondering if you've heard about a newer show called Outer Banks? It just came out a couple of months ago."

"No, I was rewatching my favorite shows or catching up on them during quarantine." You swing your arms around, "And now I'm too busy."

"You should start watching it soon. Like tonight, right when you clock out." He grins widely as he learns over the counter to grab the notepad and pen from you. "I think you'll like it. Text me what you think?"

"Sure." You say confuse.

He gives you another thumbs up after he slides back the paper and walks away to rejoin his friends. His phone number is written and instead of his name, he wrote 'Rafe' with a smiley face.

─────

Later that night, soon after pressing play to start watching Outer Banks, you send 'Attractive Drew 👍" a lot of texts messages all at once.

Lilah and Madelyn both stop showing each other what they decided to buy from the thrift shop when they hear Drew's phone blowing up.

Rudy picks it up and grins ear to ear, "bet you it's the cute employee he was keep leaving us to talk to."

Drew comes running out of the hotels bathroom when he hears 'employee' and fights Rudy to give him his phone. "I need to know what she said!"

Madelyn shoves her way between the two boys to grab the phone and hands it over to a nervous looking Drew.

He swears he has never unlocked his phone fast enough.

Unknown number:

"What"

"In"

"The" "

ACTUAL"

"FUCK"

"YOU'RE FACE IS ON MY SCREEN"

"OH MY GOD"

"WHY DID YOU GIVE ME YOUR PHONE NUMBER"

"SHIT"

"I SWEAR I WON'T LEAK IT"

"BUT OH MY GOD YOUR FAMOUS"

"That's why you acted like that when I said you're a good acting"

"YOU DON'T ME TO TELL YOU THAT, YOUR ON A TV SHW"

"*show"

"And you know what, Rafe? First impression isn't good."

Drew texts you back:

"I would've said, "hi my name is Drew Starkey and I'm from the New hottest netflix TV show Outer Banks" but I couldn't since you kept on saying sorry for hurting me"

Cute Y/N 👍

"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY THAT I'M SORRY??"

Attractive Drew 👍

"Until you watch the entire show and tell me I'm your favorite character"

"And I'm the hottest one"

Cute Y/N 👍

"I think my type is now blonds..."

Attractive Drew 👍

"Bullshit."

"Keep on blowing up my phone and talking to me while you watch it"

"And afterwards"

"That would be cool too"

Cute Y/N 👍

"👍"

[talkfastromance4]

Am aware you don't take asks now but I'm currently such a mess and would really appreciate it if you write this one super soon because I'm literally crying on my bedroom floor. How would calum deal with reader getting real bad anxiety out of nowhere and cancelling plans they made together?:( I feel really bad about wanting to cancel mine but I'm so fucking overwhelmed I'm gasping

i hope you’re feeling better honey, and please, please, please do not feel bad about cancelling plans. your health and self-care is very important. my therapist told me it’s okay to say no and honestly it’s the best thing anyone has ever told me. deep breaths, you’re okay, you’re doing great. get a fuzzy fluffy blanket and some hot cocoa. i hope this blurb helps a little xx

• • • •

You knew how excited Calum was to take you to this new restaurant called La tour that opened up. It’s supposed to be the hottest place in town with the best filet mignon and baked Alaska and even though you still weren’t entirely sure what baked Alaska actually was, you were excited to eat it. 

You were in the midst of getting ready when you kept getting news updates on your phone about the A-list celebrities that were already at La tour. Your anxiety began to settle in. 

Lots of celebrities meant photographers and they’ve always freaked you out. They’re in your face screaming your name and other crude things. Their phones and long camera lenses are shoved in your face and it’s a zoo. 

It’s chaotic and loud and overwhelming.

Your stomach turned and you felt like you were going to be sick. 

You clicked on the notification and a video showed the couple they were talking about being swarmed by flashing lights. You drop your phone and struggle to get out of your dress but the zipper is caught and suddenly you’re gasping for breath but each time you inhale your throat gets tighter and your ears are ringing and--

“Hey, hey, woah, baby, baby, c’mere. Let me help you,” Calum’s soothing gruff voice pulls at your ears. Then you feel his warm hands on your shoulders as he turns you around holding you tightly to his chest. 

His tight hold on you somehow makes it easier to breathe. 

“What happened?” his voice is low in your ear. 

“I don’t wanna go,” you say meekly. “Please.”

“Go where? To dinner?” he asks and you nod against his baby blue dress shirt that you’re now ruining with your tears and make-up. He sighs rubbing your back.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. There was a-a video and . . . so many people with cameras, please Cal, I can’t do that. Not now,” you cry.

“Shh, shh,” he hushes swaying from side to side. “Don’t be sorry. I don’t want you to get hurt, we’ll stay home, okay cupcake? It’s okay.” 

You feel his lips press on the top of your head.

“Are you sure?” you sniff.

“I’m sure,” he pushes away from you just enough so that he can look down at you, “we’ll order Chinese food and watch Parks and Rec. Okay? We’ll go to La tour when the hype has calmed down a little.”

Then he kisses your forehead, your eyelids, your nose, your cheeks and then pecks your lips four times. He helps you out of your dress and into his empathy hoodie. 

Twenty minutes later, you’re snuggled on the couch laughing at the characters being drunk.

• • • •

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[malexfan10]

I absolutely love Tyler Blackburn

New article today

He is such a gem ❤

So genuine. Deserves all the love and support!

You can tell how much Alex means to him.

Please don't destroy this amazing character or this wonderful ship Carina!

It's a long read but well worth it

https://www.playboy.com/read/down-to-earth

❤

Down to Earth With Tyler Blackburn

The star of the CW's 'Roswell' reboot isn't a poster child of anything but his own path

Written by Ryan Gajewski

Photography by Graham Dunn

Published onJune 11, 2019

I’ve never met Tyler Blackburn before—except that I have. Maybe it would be more accurate to say I’ve met versions of Tyler Blackburn. I’ve spent time with the actor on multiple occasions while covering his TV series Pretty Little Liars, the soapy teen-centered murder mystery that regularly generated more than a million tweets throughout its seven-season run. Just two weeks ago I reconnected with him in a lush meadow of flowering mustard outside Angeles National Forest, the site of his PLAYBOY photo shoot. But the Tyler Blackburn I’m meeting today at his home in the Atwater Village neighborhood of Los Angeles is in many ways an entirely different man.

When he greets me at the front door, Blackburn is relaxed, barefoot and still wearing what appears to be bed head. His disposition is unmistakably freer—lighter—than it’s been during our previous encounters. Perhaps I shouldn’t be surprised by this. Six days earlier the 32-year-old actor came out publicly as bisexual in an online interview with The Advocate. The announcement is clearly at the forefront of his mind as we sit down at his dining room table.

Almost immediately he starts to gush about the positive, and at times overwhelming, feedback he has received over the past few days. Within minutes he’s in tears. He tries to lighten the mood with a self-effacing quip, but now I’m in tears too. Then he tells me he can’t remember my question.

I haven’t even asked one yet, I reply.

“It just makes me feel, Wow, the world’s a little bit safer than I thought it was,” Blackburn says.

The most affecting response he’s received thus far has been from his father, whom Blackburn didn’t meet until he was five years old. Although he avoids offering any more details about that early chapter, he says, “Feeling like I’m a little bit different always made me wonder if he likes me, approves of me, loves me. He called, and it was just every single thing you would want to hear from your dad: ‘That was a bold move. I’m so proud of you.’ It was wild.” 

Blackburn can’t pinpoint the exact moment he knew he was bisexual but says he was curious from the age of 16. It wasn’t until two years ago, though, that he decided to approach his publicity team about coming out publicly. At that point, Pretty Little Liarshad wrapped, and the actor was without a job. So Blackburn and his team agreed they needed to hold off on making an announcement until his career was stable again. The lack of resolution weighed on him.

“A year ago I was in a very bad place,” he says, adding that he has struggled with depression and anxiety. “I didn’t know what my career was going to be or where it was going. My personal life—my relationship with myself—was in a really bad place.”

His casting on the CW’s Roswell, New Mexico, adapted from the same Melinda Metz book series as the WB’s 1999 cult favorite Roswell, seems to have come at the right time. Blackburn portrays Alex, a gay Army veteran whose relationship with Michael, a bisexual alien, has attracted legions of “Malex” devotees since the show’s January debut. Roswell, New Mexico has already been renewed for a second season—a feat for any series in this era of streaming, let alone one involving gay exophilia.

Playing a character whose queerness has been so widely embraced by fans no doubt nudged Blackburn closer to revealing his truth for the first time since becoming an actor 15 years ago. (As he told The Advocate, “I’m so tired of caring so much. I just want to…feel okay with experiencing love and experiencing self-love.”) Still, he was somewhat reluctant. His hesitation was rooted in the fact that he wouldn’t be able to control what came next: the social pressures that often come with being one of the first—in his case, one of the first openly bisexual male actors to lead a prime-time television series.

“If you stand for this thing, and you say it publicly, there’s suddenly the expectation of ‘Now your job is this,’ ” he says. “Even if someone’s like, ‘Now you’re going to go be the spokesperson’—well, no. If I don’t want to, I don’t want to. And that doesn’t mean I’m a half-assed queer.”

Full disclosure: I previously wrote for a Pretty Little Liars fan site. In 2012 I published a listicle that ranked the show’s hottest male characters. Blackburn cracks up when I tell him this and wants to know whether he bested Ian Harding, his former co-star. After I inform him that his character (hacker with a heart of gold Caleb Rivers) finished second behind Harding’s (Ezra Fitz, a student-dating teacher) I promise to organize a recount. The always-modest Blackburn concedes that Harding is the rightful winner. (If anyone ever compiles a BuzzFeed article titled “Most Embarrassing Moments for Former Bloggers,” I’ll be offended if I’m not in the mix.)

Blackburn makes it clear that he has not always been comfortable with his status as a teen heartthrob. Knowing he was queer made it “hard to embrace it and enjoy it.” Growing up, he was bullied for being perceived as effeminate and was frequently subjected to slurs and homophobic jokes. He describes himself as a late bloomer who took longer than usual to shed his baby fat. He didn’t have many friends, nor did he date much in high school. 

A lifelong fan of musical theater and the performing arts, Blackburn signed with a Hollywood management company at the age of 17. His team at the time warned him that projecting femininity would hinder his success. An especially painful moment came after he’d auditioned for a role as a soldier and the producers wrote back that Blackburn had seemed “a little gay.” 

“Those two managers were so twisted in their advice to me,” Blackburn says. “They just said, ‘We don’t care if you are, but no one can know. You can’t walk into these rooms and seem gay. It’s not gonna work.’ I remember the shame, because I’ve been dealing with the feeling that I’m not a normal boy for my entire life.”

After landing a recurring role on Days of Our Lives in 2010, Blackburn scored his big break when he appeared midway through the first season of Pretty Little Liars. “I was in Tyler’s first scene, so I got to be one of the first to work with him,” Shay Mitchell, who starred opposite Blackburn, tells PLAYBOY. “Right away, I knew he was special. Since the day I met him, Tyler always struck me as very authentic and very true to himself.” 

Fans instantly adored his on-screen love affair with Hanna Marin, played by Ashley Benson. The pair became known as “Haleb,” and Blackburn went on to win three Teen Choice Awards—surfboard trophies that solidify one’s status as a teen idol—in categories including Choice TV: Chemistry.

According to Blackburn, during the show’s seven years on the air, he and Benson bonded over their mutual distaste for the tabloid stardom that comes with headlining a TV phenomenon lapped up by teens. Today he fondly reflects on their on-camera chemistry. “It felt good,” he says. “It felt real.”

Of course, rumors swirled that the pair’s romance was actually quite real. “We never officially dated,” he tells me. “In navigating our relationship—as co-workers but also as friends—sometimes the lines blurred a little. We had periods when we felt more for each other, but ultimately we’re good buds. For the most part, those rumors made us laugh. But then sometimes we’d be like, ‘Did someone see us hugging the other night?’ She was a huge part of a huge change in my life, so I’ll always hold her dear.” 

Blackburn also shares a unique connection with Mitchell outside their friendship. Similar to what Blackburn is now experiencing with Roswell, Mitchell was embraced by the LGBTQ community for playing a lesbian character, Emily Fields, whose same-sex romances on Pretty Little Liars were among the first on ABC Family (the former name of the Freeform network).

Over the years, Blackburn had come out to select members of the Pretty Little Liars cast and crew, including creator I. Marlene King. But as the show approached its swan song, he started to recognize how hiding a part of himself was negatively affecting his life. He entered his first serious relationship with a man while filming the show’s final season. Not knowing how to tell co-workers—or whether to, say, invite his boyfriend to an afterparty—caused him to “go into a little bit of a shell” on the set.

“My boyfriend was hanging out with me at a Pretty Little Liars convention, and some of the fans were like, ‘Are you Tyler’s brother?’ ” Blackburn says. “He was very patient, but then afterward he was like, ‘That kind of hurt me.’ It was a big part of why we didn’t work out, just because he was at a different place than I was. Unfortunately, we don’t really talk anymore, but if he reads this, I hope he knows that he helped me so much in so many ways.” At that, Blackburn tearfully excuses himself and takes a private moment to regain his composure. 

“I never remember a time when I didn’t enjoy being with him,” says Harding, Blackburn’s former co-star. He says he saw the actor “start to become the person he is now when we worked together” but believes Blackburn needed to first come to terms with the idea that he could become “the face” of bisexuality. “Tyler’s discovering a way to bring real meaning with his presence in the world,” Harding says, “as an actor and as a whole human.”

Once the teenage Blackburn realized he was attracted to guys, he began “experimenting” with men while taking care not to become too emotionally attached. “I just didn’t feel I had the inner strength or the certainty that it was okay,” he says. It wasn’t until a decade later, at the age of 26, that he began to “actively embrace my bisexuality and start dating men, or at least open myself up to the idea.” He says he’s been in love with two women and had great relationships with both, but he “just knew that wasn’t the whole story.”

He was able to enjoy being single in his 20s in part because he wasn’t confident enough in his identity to commit to any one person in a relationship. “I had to really be patient with myself—and more so with men,” he says. “Certain things are much easier with women, just anatomically, and there’s a freedom in that.” He came out of that period with an appreciation for romance and intimacy. Sex without an emotional component, he discovered, didn’t have much appeal.

“As I got older, I realized good sex is when you really have something between the two of you,” says Blackburn, who’s now dating an “amazing” guy. “It’s not just a body. The more I’ve realized that, the more able I am to be settled in my sexuality. I’m freer in my sexuality now. I’m very sexual; it’s a beautiful aspect of life.”

Blackburn has, however, felt resistance from the LGBTQ community, particularly when bisexual women have questioned his orientation. “Once I decided to date men, I was like, Please just let me be gay and be okay with that, because it would be a lot fucking easier. At times, bisexuality feels like a big gray zone,” he says. (For example, Blackburn knows his sexuality may complicate how he becomes a father.) “I’ve had to check myself and say, I know how I felt when I was in love with women and when I slept with women. That was true and real. Don’t discredit that, because you’re feeding into what other people think about bisexuality.”

He clearly isn't the first rising star who's had to deal with outside opinions of how to handle his Hollywood coming-out. I spoke to Brianna Hildebrand just before the release of 2018's smash hit Deadpool 2, and she explained that she had previously met with publicists who had offered to keep her sexuality under wraps, even though the actress herself had never suggested this. Meanwhile, ahead of the launch of last fall's Fantastic Beasts sequel, Ezra Miller told methat he's "been in audition situations where sexuality was totally being leveraged."

Fortunately for Blackburn, his recent experiences with colleagues have largely been supportive ones. He came out to Roswell, New Mexico showrunner Carina Adly Mackenzie when he first arrived in N.M. to shoot the pilot but after he had earned the role of Alex, which for him was the ideal sequence. "I think he takes the responsibility of being queer in the public eye very seriously, and waiting to come out was just about waiting until he was ready to share a private matter—not about being dishonest to his fans," Mackenzie tells PLAYBOY. "I have always known how important Alex is to Tyler, and I know that Tyler trusts me to do right by him, ultimately, and that’s really special."

Blackburn finds it funny that he’s known for young-skewing TV shows; the question is, What might define him next? He’s grateful for his career, but he grew up wanting to make edgy dramas like the young Leonardo DiCaprio. He also cites an admiration for Miller, the queer actor who plays the Flash. “I most definitely want to be a fucking superhero one day,” Blackburn says a bit wistfully. 

His path to cape wearing does look more tenable. The day before his Advocateinterview was posted, he booked a lead role in a fact-based disaster-survival film opposite Josh Duhamel. Blackburn jokes that his movie career was previously nonexistent, though his résumé features such thoughtful indie fare as 2017’s vignette-driven Hello Again. There, he plays a love interest to T.R. Knight, who tells PLAYBOY that Blackburn “embraces the challenge to stretch and not choose the easy path.” 

For now, Blackburn’s path appears to be just where he needs it to be. “I may never want to be a spokesperson in a huge way, but honestly, being truthful and authentic sets a great example,” he says. “To continue on a path of fulfillment and happiness is going to make people feel like they too can have that and it doesn’t need to be some spectacle.” As it turns out, he may already be a superhero.