#still making that cake though btw

[o-i-w-u]

what is on your hear me out cake

hey guys. do i have a type

i thought about making lemon coconut cake to do this with but. i think my family would have questions

(also saying this here but your asks are NOT annoying ive just been really bad at responding to requests rn, im so sorry)

[silverware-is-interesting]

I'm sick rn but hey. i can still draw. with only mild inconvenience!!

i fucked up eucerin a bit but i think it's good for using no ref

here. have some ms pain too

[s1lv3rp4w3dc4t]

shout out object shows with canon queer ships. I'm talking on screen kiss or even just verbal confirmation. all things considered it's a bit strange you don't really see them that much when you think about how gay everyone here is. I love you ii but c2bc did what you didn't and I think that's actually really nice.

[gio-cosmo]

I had a dream I glued a container of cake to my wall

[lillybean730]

my brother: so my friend knows this female to male trans person and they're like fully transitioned, they've been on hormones for years and-

me:

[hqmillioncorn]

Some imagination, huh?

Chelinka jumped up and down, trying her best to see up on the counter where her mama had hid the cake she made. It was her little brother's first nameday today so her mama had baked a special cake! She had helped make it so she knew what it looked like but she reaaaaallyyy wanted to see it again. "Mama when Cherry wakes up can we give him his presents?!" Chelinka personally was very proud of the popoto she got him. Today was so exciting, her mama always did a lot for every nameday! Chelinka couldn't wait for her own every single year.

Lalapril 4/27 Celebration

aleria tries to figure out a way to celebrate lalatov's nameday but shes having some trouble :(

As the sun continued to shine on another hot Thanalan day a lonely lalafell sat in the middle of the desert, contemplating something incredibly important.

She was so deep in contemplation in fact, that Aleria hadn’t even noticed that the shade that had been covering her earlier had pretty much disappeared. 

“What am I gonna do…” Aleria repeated to herself. She was holding on to her side ponytail, tugging on it nervously. “There has to be something I can do…” No matter how much she racked her mind about it she couldn’t think of anything.

Which was bad! It was really bad! Because this was important!  This was something super duper and deadly important!

It was life or death!!! 

Because Lalatov’s nameday was tomorrow and she had no idea what she was going to do for him!!!

Her mind was blank when it came to things like this. Which wasn’t a huge help when she wanted so badly to think of a way to celebrate Lalatov's special day. Part of her regretted having the idea in the first place. But when she remembered just how sad he looked when Meeth asked him if he would be going back home to celebrate…

Well that just made her more determined than ever to give him something that would put that cute smile of his back on his insufferably adorable face of his!!

As soon as Aleria finished posing in a determined manner, she realized it was getting really warm. “When did it get so late?” The sun was almost directly overhead. Aleria quickly took out a ribbon and tied her hair up in a ponytail. Then ran back to the cool safety of her cave. Maybe now that she was inside a good idea would finally come to her.

Unfortunately the ideas in her cave were just as nothing as they had been out there. 

Aleria let out a groan and hunched over, holding her head in her hands. It was frustrating at this point. Why couldn’t she think of anything? It especially bothered her when she knew just how many parties she had attended back when she lived in Garlemald. 

Well, more like imprisoned. And it wasn’t like she was invited to those parties, more like forced to attend and used as some sort of incentive to get people to come. Who wouldn’t come to a party where you had the chance to find out how to reach your best future from a Starsinger? “No good…” Thinking about it all just made her madder. 

It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair. 

Unlike the people who’s parties she did attend, Aleria didn’t know anything about her nameday. Not even the day it fell on. 

Back in Garlemald Meriala had given her a nameday of her own. It was the day they both met. Though even with a day given to her to celebrate, it didn’t mean she did anything with it. The only person who ever congratulated her every year was Meriala. 

Come to think of it, “...Did she ever tell me her own nameday?” If she had, Aleria couldn’t remember it all. Not that it mattered at this point. 

Aleria sighed in defeat. There was nothing she could think to do. Her head was STILL a total blank when it came to this and when it wasn’t, it was just filled with anger at the people who used her for their own gain for all those years.

Just then, a light shined itself in Aleria’s eyes. Her annoyance quickly turned to surprise when she faced where it had come from. The way it was shining near the entrance of the cave sparked something in her memories.

Without realizing it, Aleria had stood up and walked over to where the sun was shining. She held her hand out and let the light hit her hand. 

“Warm…” It felt nice. Thanalan in general was a sharp contrast to the bitter cold of her cell in Garlemald. Not that she was ready to admit that was the reason she chose to stay here rather than anywhere else in Eorzea. 

Something was bugging Aleria. Like an itch she just couldn’t scratch. Something about this felt strangely familiar. Whether it was the feeling of the sun or the light it was giving off, she couldn’t really tell. There was a memory in there but Aleria just couldn’t reach it. 

‘You have many different powers! The only hurdle standing in your way is figuring out the ways to use them!’ Merials’s advice echoed in her head. 

Meriala had always been like that. Encouraging her to try her best and think outside the box. It had been her idea to attempt and escape in the first place. But what good were her powers in this case? She wasn’t about to go ahead and look into Lalatov’s fate just to see what path she should take for him to have a good nameday.

She adamantly refused to check any fates that directly intertwined with her's.

Aleria felt her face grow warmer. “I-It makes sense we know each other! So that means my fate affects his own!! Right!” She yelled out in a vain attempt to convince no one but herself and whatever higher force above might be listening. “Tch.” Of course she was putting so much thought into this. Lalatov was her friend!

Her friend that she desperately wanted for him to depend on her and think she was cool and clever and pretty. Aleria shook her head. She was getting off track!

The point was that none of her powers would help her with this problem. So Meriala was wrong! Just like she was wrong to leave her! 

Aleria decided to ignore the pain in her chest. 

She was doubtful that Lalatov would appreciate her turning into a monster and killing people for his nameday so that was out of the question too. Aleria took a lock of her hair and chewed on it, thinking about what else she could do. Invisibility and telekinesis weren’t a big help here. Not unless Lalatov wanted her to throw him up in the air or something. 

Then there was her power to read minds. Logically reading Lalatovs mind to find out what would help him would be the best option but Aleria didn’t want to risk finding out something she wasn’t supposed to.

A brief thought crossed her mind. What if she read her own mind? Aleria’s first reaction to that was utter confusion. What kind of overly contrived idea was that?! ‘I’m already reading my own mind??’ Aleria thought to herself. Was there even a difference between the two? Why was she even entertaining the idea?

…Who was she kidding? She really wanted to do it. Just to see what would happen.

Aleria took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Concentrating on her own thoughts. She stuck her hand out into the warm sunlight to see if she could feel that memory creeping up again. Sure enough there it was, all she needed to do now was reach out and…!

All of a sudden, Aleria felt like she was opening her eyes, the sun was shining right at her. “This way mija!” Someone called out to her. The light was all around her. She almost couldn’t see anything. While she could make out the shape of people around her, they were just that, shapes. Nothing but shadows and vague enough details where Aleria could tell they were people. 

There were all sorts of different voices around her. 

‘Are all the balloons ready?’

‘Be careful with the meat! You don’t want to burn it!’

‘Hey! Don’t swing that around! It’s dangerous!’

‘And then I said-! You would have never believed me!”

Aleria recognized none of them. 

She felt whoever it was that was pulling her along come to a stop. There was a gentle hand behind her back. Aleria looked in front of her, slowly the light all around her dimmed in intensity. Her eyes widened as a rainbow of colors erupted around her. They were everywhere, on people’s clothes, the ground below them, on the tables all around her and in the air around her. 

Everything was so colorful and full of hope. 

There were so many people around her but she had no hope of recognizing them. Aleria looked down, she was standing in front of a table. On the table she could see a cake. It wasn’t anything too flashy. A square with frosting on top. Plain cake flavored with strawberry jelly in the middle. 

How did she know what it tasted like? 

‘Ready to blow out the candles Alegria?’ Someone asked her. As soon as that someone did a chorus of cheers rang out around her. The cheers collected themselves into an array of beautiful colors surrounding her. They got closer and closer until they were almost squeezing her but it wasn’t a bad feeling.

It felt warm. It felt safe. 

This was…This was…

This was how she felt when she was with Meriala…

…Was this what a family felt like?

A strange feeling overtook her. She hiccuped, a sob mixed it with the colors. Aleria felt a hand cup her chin. "Are you okay? Mija don’t cry. I’m here.” Aleria burst into tears, retreating into the safety of one of the people she loved the most. That’s what it felt like she was doing. If she stayed here she would be safe. 

But it wasn’t real. It was all in her head. 

In memories that belonged to a stranger. 

Aleria severed the connection. In an instant she was back to her reality. The sunlight had moved on and left her standing in the dark. No matter how hard she tried not to, she sobbed. Her memories of her family were almost non-existent, but that was them. She was sure of it. 

She might not have recognized their faces but that was them. That was them. 

But it was okay. She wiped her eyes. That was then and this was now, and right now she was figuring out how to give Lalatov a good nameday. She needed to keep her mind on that and that alone. 

Aleria took a deep breath and stepped back. All of that must have been why Lalatov looked so sad. This was probably the first nameday he’s had where he wasn’t with his family.

As much as he talked about being annoyed at his parents keeping secrets from him she never got the feeling he hated them. 

Aleria knew she was never going to be enough to replace the family he left behind but she wasn’t about to stand around and let him be alone. Just the thought of Lalatov going through the pain she had gone through was enough to get her to try something, anything.

I have to do something! 

If Aleria had to go into town and ask the people living there about Lalatov, then so be it!! No matter what looks people gave her. No matter what names they called her. She wasn’t going to leave him alone.

[luv-lock]

For SpiderGirl Y/N, how would they react to her being injured or dead. I wanna see them suffer. Only if you are ok with it. Love all your stuff, btw.

If you being injured:

The mission had been brutal, the enemy relentless, and the stakes higher than ever. But somehow, they made it through. Barely. And now, there you were—injured but alive, laying on the med bay table like the biggest diva Gotham had ever seen.

“Oh, God, I’m dying,” you groaned, clutching your side dramatically. Your hand was caked in blood, but it was far from life-threatening. Still, that didn’t stop you from milking it for all it was worth.

“You’re not dying, Y/N,” Dick said, crouching beside you with a worried expression. “The wound isn’t even that deep.”

You shot him a glare, your lips curling into a pout. “Easy for you to say, Golden Boy. You’re not the one bleeding out.”

Jason snorted from where he leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. “She’s got a scratch, and now she thinks she’s in a soap opera.”

“Shut up, Jason,” you snapped, though the bite was lessened by your theatrics. “I’m injured! I could have bled out on the battlefield. The least you could do is pretend to care.”

Jason rolled his eyes but walked over anyway, leaning down to inspect the wound. “You’re fine, princess,” he said with a smirk, ruffling your hair.

“I’m not fine!” you whined, slapping his hand away. “I need love and attention. Lots of it.”

Dick’s Turn

Dick was always the softie, and you knew exactly how to play him. You reached out with a trembling hand, your eyes wide and watery. “Nightwing,” you murmured weakly, “I don’t think I’ll make it. Hold me.”

He hesitated for a moment before sighing and sitting on the edge of the table. Carefully, he pulled you into his arms, cradling you against his chest.

“There, there,” he said softly, stroking your hair. “You’re gonna be okay, Y/N.”

You sighed dramatically, leaning into him. “You smell nice,” you muttered, nuzzling into his neck.

Dick blushed furiously, but he didn’t pull away. Jason, on the other hand, gagged audibly.

“God, get a room,” Jason muttered, clearly annoyed.

Jason’s Turn

You turned your big, watery eyes on Jason next. “Jay… my favorite outlaw… my knight in shining armor… can you carry me? Please?”

Jason raised an eyebrow. “Carry you? To where? The couch is like ten feet away.”

You pouted, batting your eyelashes. “But I’m injured! And it’s your fault for being so handsome that I got distracted during the fight.”

Jason stared at you for a long moment before groaning. “Fine. But only because I don’t want to listen to you whining all night.”

He scooped you up effortlessly, and you wasted no time wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’re so strong,” you murmured, resting your head against his chest.

Jason’s ears turned red, but he kept his expression neutral. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get used to it.”

Tim’s Turn

When Tim walked in with a first aid kit, you immediately perked up. “Timmy! My hero!”

He sighed, kneeling beside the table to inspect your wound. “Let me patch you up.”

You let him work for about two minutes before you got bored. Then, with a sly smile, you reached out and pulled his head into your lap.

“Y/N, what are you—” Tim stammered, his face turning bright red.

“I need comfort,” you said innocently, running your fingers through his hair. “You’re such a good boy, Timmy.”

Tim froze, his brain short-circuiting as you hummed softly, clearly enjoying his embarrassment.

Damian’s Turn

Damian stormed into the room, clearly irritated. “Why are you whining like an infant?” he snapped, crossing his arms.

“Because I’m injured, you little gremlin,” you shot back. “Now come here and give me a hug.”

Damian scoffed. “Absolutely not.”

But when you held out your arms, looking pitiful and teary-eyed, he hesitated. Finally, with a huff, he walked over and awkwardly patted your head.

“There. Are you happy now?”

You grinned, pulling him into a tight hug. “Aww, you do care, baby bird.”

Damian squawked indignantly, struggling to escape, but you held on tight. “Let me go, you lunatic!”

Bruce’s Turn

Bruce entered the med bay last, his expression as stern as ever. “What’s going on here?”

“She’s being dramatic,” Jason said, gesturing to you.

“She’s injured,” Dick corrected.

Bruce sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Y/N, stop harassing them and let me see the wound.”

You pouted but let him approach. As he carefully inspected the cut, you leaned your head against his arm. “Daddy Bats, you’re so gentle,” you teased.

Bruce froze, giving you a pointed look. “Do you want me to help or not?”

You grinned. “I do. But a kiss on the forehead would speed up my recovery.”

Bruce groaned, clearly regretting every decision that led to this moment. “You’re impossible.”

By the end of the night, you were bandaged up, pampered, and thoroughly satisfied with the attention you’d received. And while the boys all pretended to be annoyed, they couldn’t hide the fact that they cared.

If you die:

The night was eerily silent, as though the city itself knew it was about to lose its spark. Gotham was cold and unforgiving, but it had always been alive because of you—chaotic, unrelenting, and fearless. And now? Now, you were gone.

It wasn’t supposed to end like this.

Dick (Nightwing)

Dick was the first to find you. Blood pooled beneath your broken body, your mask torn to reveal your face—pale and eerily peaceful. For the first time, he saw you. He saw the girl who was tired, scared, and brave all at once.

“Y/N!” he screamed, sliding to his knees beside you. His hands shook as he cradled your head, desperately searching for a pulse. “No, no, no! Stay with me, okay? You’re gonna be fine!”

But you weren’t fine. You’d fought until the very end, trading jokes for grit, determination, and a ferocity none of them had truly appreciated before. And now? Dick was left holding your lifeless body, sobbing into your blood-soaked suit.

“This isn’t fair,” he whispered, his tears falling onto your face. “You were supposed to be invincible, dammit.”

Jason (Red Hood)

Jason was next, drawn by Dick’s anguished cries. The moment he saw you, his heart stopped. You, who somehow made him laugh even on his darkest days—you were gone.

He didn’t cry, not at first. He couldn’t. Instead, he fell silent, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. “Who did this?” he growled, his voice trembling with rage.

When no one answered, he turned to Dick, his eyes wild. “WHO DID THIS?!”

Jason’s fury was all-consuming, but beneath it was a grief so raw it threatened to break him. He knelt beside you, brushing the hair from your face with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with his shaking hands.

“You weren’t supposed to go out like this,” he muttered. “You were supposed to annoy us forever, you hear me? Forever, Y/N.”

Tim (Red Robin)

Tim didn’t want to believe it. He stood frozen, his mind racing to find a way—any way—to fix this. You couldn’t be dead. You were the one who called him “good boy,” who smothered him with affection, who always seemed untouchable despite your reckless behavior.

“This… this isn’t real,” he stammered, his voice breaking. “She’s faking it. She’s… she’s messing with us.”

But you weren’t. And when Tim finally accepted the truth, he collapsed. He crawled to your side, his hands trembling as he reached for yours. “You can’t leave us,” he whispered, tears streaming down his face. “I need you. We all do.”

Damian (Robin)

Damian didn’t cry. He didn’t scream. He simply stood there, staring at your body as though willing you to get up. You always did when he told you to. Always.

“Get up,” he demanded, his voice cold and sharp. “You’re not allowed to die.”

When you didn’t move, his composure cracked. “Y/N, I’m serious. Get up! Stop… stop playing around!”

And then, for the first time, Damian fell to his knees. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms so hard they drew blood. “You’re a coward,” he spat through gritted teeth, his voice thick with emotion. “You left me. You promised you wouldn’t.”

Bruce (Batman)

Bruce arrived last, his face as stoic as ever—until he saw you. His shoulders sagged, and for a moment, he wasn’t Batman. He wasn’t the Dark Knight. He was just a man who had failed someone he loved.

He knelt beside you, his gloved hand brushing against your cheek. “You were just a kid,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “You deserved more time.”

Bruce had seen death before, but this? This was different. You weren’t just another casualty. You were family. And he had failed you.

“I should have stopped you,” he said, his voice cracking. “I should have protected you.”

Alfred’s Grief

Alfred was the one who had always known how to handle you, from the moment you spat in Bruce’s face as a child to the day you showed up in a spider suit, smugly proclaiming yourself Gotham’s best hero. You were incorrigible, maddening, and unapologetically yourself, and Alfred adored you for it.

When he heard the news, Alfred didn’t cry. Not at first. He simply closed his eyes, placed the tea tray he’d been preparing on the counter, and leaned against the sink. His hands trembled as he clutched the edge, the weight of your loss sinking into his bones.

“She was just a child,” he murmured to no one, his voice thick with grief. “My child.”

That night, Alfred cleaned your suit. He worked silently, meticulously wiping away the blood and patching up the tears as if you might walk through the door and demand it back at any moment. When he finished, he folded it neatly and placed it in the Batcave beside the others, his hands lingering on the fabric.

“She would have wanted it spotless,” he whispered, his voice breaking.

The Manor felt colder without you. He found himself pausing at the sound of laughter, only to realize it wasn’t yours. He missed the way you teased him, calling him “Alfie” and sneaking cookies from the kitchen. Most of all, he missed the way you brought life into a house filled with so much darkness.

The Funeral

The Manor was silent in the days following your death. No one spoke unless absolutely necessary, and even then, it was barely above a whisper. Your absence was a gaping wound none of them knew how to heal.

Jason stayed in his room, punching walls until his knuckles bled. Tim buried himself in work, desperate to distract himself. Damian trained until he collapsed, refusing to let anyone see him cry. And Dick couldn’t even look at your room without breaking down.

Bruce tried to hold them all together, but even he struggled. At your funeral, he gave a speech, his voice steady but his eyes filled with sorrow.

The Aftermath

They all dealt with your death in their own way, but one thing was constant—they would never stop missing you. Every quip, every smile, every moment of chaos you brought into their lives was etched into their memories forever.

Jason would often find himself staring at the night sky, muttering, “You’d probably call me a softie for this.”

Tim would keep a photo of you on his desk, a constant reminder of the person who always believed in him.

Damian would visit your grave, silently promising to make you proud.

And Dick? Dick would tell stories about you to anyone who’d listen, keeping your memory alive.

As for Bruce? He’d sit in the Batcave late at night, staring at your suit and wondering what he could have done differently.

You may have been gone, but you would never be forgotten. You were their light. And the hole you left in their lives would never be filled.

[softfem-dom]

look at me, I'm sandra dee the outsiders headcanons

synopsis :

what would happen if Ponyboy Curtis had a twin sister? with her curling iron, checkered dresses, baking recipes and nail polish.. how would the gang deal with a sandy olson bloke?

or headcanons for being the only Curtis' sister.

worcount : 1,4k — masterlist 𝜗𝜚 navigation post

tags/warnings : third person pov, cuss words, canon-violence, typical sexist female steryotipes, 60's view in feminity, the gang (*cough**cough* Dallas and Steve *cough**cough*) bullying her in a friendly manner, the reader is kinda like sandy from grease.

The whole gang was sitting on the couch of the Curtis' living room, the TV playing Mickey Mouse. It was silent except for the sound of Darry cooking in the kitchen. Or that was until.. "DALLAS WINSTON!!!" your voice boomed across the whole house, just as all the greasers in the living room snapped their heads in the direction of your room Dallas came running through the hall while laughing his ass off. He was holding your curling iron in one of his hands, the cable pretty much flying behind him with how quick he was running. "I don't know no Dallas Winston, princess!" was his yelled out reply before he disappeared into the kitchen. It wasn't even two seconds before they saw you running hot on his trail, half of your hair neatly done and the other still without styling. "hey!" that was Darry's voice. "what the hell are you two gooses doing?!?"

⮞ to say you're shielded would be an understatement.

⮞ ever since you were born, as the only babygirl in the household, both your brothers and your parents have taken care of you.

⮞ yeah, you fought with Ponyboy a lot in your toddler years —especially about your toys, but you all cared for each other.

⮞ and now that you're in the gang, it's like the protectiveness has multiplied enormously.

⮞ as the only girl in the group, you're the designated babysitter for Two-Bit's little sister if he ever has to bring her along. ^you'll both be in your room, doing her hair or painting her nails. ^she adores you.

⮞ the gang bullies you in a friendly way, and I mean that Dallas likes to make fun of your girly things (nail polish, curlers, plushies, etc)

⮞ Darry does all the cooking in the house, but you do the baking.

⮞ Steve loves you.

⮞ like he loves you a lot.

⮞ whenever the gang comes by to hang out at the house, you've baked or are baking something sweet for all of them to eat and he devours your chocolate cake like a fucking animal.

⮞ they all smoke like two packs of cancer sticks a day, but god forbid you ever touch one of those Darry'll cut your hand off.

⮞ you're not allowed to smoke or drink. ^Dallas has sneaked you a few cans of beer sometimes.

⮞ one time Dallas made fun of you for the faces you pulled while putting on mascara and the next second he had Steve and Soda holding him down forcefully as you put mascara on him. ^he was full on kicking and squirming around like the girl in the exorcist and screaming as if you were burning him 💀

⮞ since then he keeps his traps shut about you and your make-up.

⮞ you're actually Johnny's favourite out of the whole gang btw.

⮞ you're calm, and giggly and spend your time doing unharmful and enjoyable things that he'd take over fighting anyday.

⮞ he likes to sit on your bed, reading one of your books, while you curl your hair or put on make-up.

⮞ Ponyboy is your forced and reluctant fashion man that will tell you "yeah, it looks good, like the one before" when you show him an outfit.

⮞ Soda's your biggest hypeman though, he'll actually tell you some pretty good advice on what looks better on you.

⮞ Darry won't admit it, but when you dress in something frilly or pink it gives him nostalgia of when you were a 6 year-old toddler running around on your glittery pink princess dresses.

⮞ We all know Soda is the middle man between Darry and Pony all the time. You, on the other hand, are never taken into account in their discussions.

⮞ Sad but true, they don't really hold your opinions as that important because you "don't know how the world works"

⮞ Steve and Dallas are always teasing you like those annoying gossip aunts in the Christmas dinner asking about a boyfriend.

⮞ they don't know you're staying clear of boys for your eldest brother's sake. Darry really doesn't need the additional stress of you being with some boy he doesn't know that well.

⮞ Anytime Tim comes to the house for whatever he'll give you clothes from his sister or stuff that she's grown out like a specific colour of nail polish or whatever.

⮞ you're not allowed to go to the rumbles, firstly because Ponyboy isn't either due to age and because you're a girl.

⮞ greasers don't pick fights with society girls, but society boys do pick fights with greaser girls.

⮞ you've got a curfew, and Darry will get even more worried than when he did with Pony if you ever get late.

⮞ you've got princess treatment from Soda and Steve whenever you drop by at the gas station to keep them company.

⮞ they tell you to just 'sit there and be pretty' (referring to the counter) whenever one of them has to go attend a customer.

⮞ you've actually, embarassingly so, when you were

younger had a huge crush on Dallas.

⮞ you were 10 and he was the handsome bad boy that tugged on your ponytails, what were you supposed to do?

⮞ he found out three years later, once you no longer where crushing on him, because Two-Bit ran his mouth too much and now he mocks you on it and calls you all kinds of nicknames just for funsies.

⮞ god forbid any of the boys hurts you with an insensitive comment because Darry will knock their teeth out of their mouths without hesitation.

⮞ one time Two-Bit said that your dress looked dumb while he was drunk and Darry grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and forced him to apologise to you and tell you that your dress was really pretty.

⮞ talking about dresses and Darry, he always measures that your skirt goes at least two fingers over your knee before letting you go out lol.

⮞ overall they just act like a bunch of overprotective —and idiotic— older brothers.

softfem-dom© do not repost!!

[caotictimmy]

Hey!!! Can you do Curly x (gn, but it's okay if you don't! Whatever you prefer writing) reader headcanons? Post or pre crash idk it's up to you! Even if you want to write a one-shot I don't mind really whatever you feel like writing it's up to you I JUST NEED CURLY CONTENT JDJDJDJJWJSBSB

Btw I hope you have a wonderful day!!!

Thank you!!! I hope your having a good day to! I’m gonna be doing pre crash Curly. I’ll probably be doing the same format I did with Daisuke. Crushing - confessing. Dating than NSFW. It will prob be more Gn but I’ll put (AFAB) when in gonna talk about more AFAB stuff. (Btw this is gonna be like what a regular trip would be for them.)

Crushing - Confession

- Kind of like love at first sight. But it’s a love at first true conversations. Lemme explain

- Yes you’ve had conversations with Curly before. But not on a personal level. Your guys first conversation was prob Like you guys were either both up going to get coffee at a late hour. So when you both see each other where the coffee machine is. You guys make small talk. Before the conversation starts get more real. Not just forced talking. The conversation flows freely. And you guys find out you have a lot more in common.

- After that moment he realizes how much you guys click together. You interest him. So except for him to come up and talk to you a lot more. He wants to get to know you better! (Totally not to remember everything you like and love to woe you)

- He’s another person who’s gonna be a bit obvious. Not as much as Daisuke though. But he’s still gonna be obvious.

- Curly definitely treats you better. Not like he doesn’t treat his crew good (jimmy doesn’t exist here.). But it’s more like picking favorites. Opening doors for you, before letting it slam shut even though Swansea was just about to walk through the door. (Curly got an ear full after that happened.).

- But the funny thing is that no one really notices that you’re getting treated better. Except for Daisuke funny enough… For another example imagine they have his surprise birthday party! He’s cutting the cake and he gives you a noticeable bigger piece of cake. Giving Daisuke a smaller piece. And let me tell you. This man was outraged. HE ASKED FOR THE BIGGEST PIECE AND CURLY GIVES HIM A SCHOOL PARTY SIZED PIECE?

- So of course he had to speak up. “Listen Curly, since I’m such a righteous man, I’ve let the favoritism towards them slide. BUT I CLEARLY ASKED FOR THE BIGGER PIECE! AND YOU GIVE THEM THE BIGGEST PIECE. I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS TREATMENT ANY LONGER!”

- To say everyone was stunned is an understatement. It was quiet for a good couples of minutes. Just standing still like the moment was paused. You then silently switched plates with Daisuke. Taking the smaller piece. He then found balanced was restored!

- “never mind Curly now I get why you favorite them.” He said looking over to you before raising his hand. “High five dude!” He said, smilingly giddily. (I love daisuke he’s so silly!)

- To say Curly was embarrassed would be an understatement. After that moment Curly knew he had to confess to you to soon. So he called you down to the cock pit. When you got there he lead you to sit in one of the chairs. Crouching before you. Holding your hands on his as he stares up at you. “You’ve made me feel emotions I’ve never truly felt before, god you mean so much to me. Will you be my partner.”, He asked.

- When you say yes he cups yours face with his hands. Leaning upwards to bring you in a passionate kiss.

Dating

- Like I said in that brief moment In Daisuke’s headcanons. This man is a die hard romantic to his core. So if you don’t mind. Curly would love to cuddle with you in bed, while watching sappy love movies. Just holding each other. God he loves you sm I’m gonna tweak up in this bitch.

- I think the affection he likes to receive is quality times and words of affirmation . And I think the affection he gives is acts of service and physical affection. Now let me cook. Guys LET.ME.COOK

-(receiving) Curly loves spending time with you. He tried to find as much time to fit you into his busy schedule. So when he finally gets to spend time with you. Omg he’s love sick!!!!!! He really doesn’t care what you guys are doing while being together. Whether that be doing or watching something together. Or maybe doing your own stuff. Your presence is so comforting. You calm him down sm.

-(receiving) He receives compliments a bit. But when you do it. It’s different. It makes his heart flutter, makes him feel like he has butterflies in his stomach all over again! He just feels so special when you compliment him!!!! Please compliment how good of a captain he is. Yes he gets praised for being a good captain. It just feels so genuine from you.

-(giving) He doesn’t care how you guys spend your quality time together. Whether that be doing or watching something together. Or just doing your guys own thing. He just loves being in your presence. You being there just makes him feel calmer, he knows he doesn’t have to keep this big stoic act in-front of you. He doesn’t mind if theirs silence or background noise. As long as he got to spend time with you.

-(giving) Curly isn’t gonna be doing big/a lot of physical affection all the time. Even though he does give you a lot of physically affection. I know I sound dumb right now stay with me. He’s more soft with his affection. Gently rubbing his thumb on your hand. Drawing shapes on your back while cuddling. Rubbing your leg when you sit next to him on the couch. Kissing a bruise you got from falling(those floors look slippery asf PROVE ME WRONG). He’s very romantic and soft with you and Curly’s just such a sweetie.

- A SUCKER for pda. Like he loves it so much. He feels bad if he has to “hide” how much he loves you away from the world! He feels so special knowing you wanted him, HIM! He’s just so sickly in love with you. He wants to show you off. Not in a trophy wife way but in a. Yeah see the drop dead gorgeous person that picked ME, yea that’s right, be jealous.

- He loves if you draw in him! From his hands to his arms. I think he finds it very relaxing and therapeutic. As long as you don’t draw anything inappropriate, he won’t care what you draw. He WILL proudly show off the drawings on his hands and arms. Like FLEX his arms. He loves them sm. Every time you draw on him, he takes a picture and keeps it in a folder on his phone.

- Loves anything you make him. Bracelets? Wears them all the time he might acually get a permanent imprint. Clothe? Try’s to find any opportunity to wear them. Art? Hung proudly in his bedroom. He appreciates anything you do for him. No matter what form affection it is.

- This man loves slinging his arm/arms around you. Arms around your waist. Arm around your shoulder. Hand on your hip. Idk why I think he likes it. But I have that spicy sense.

NSFW - DO NOT READ IF YOUR A MINOR OR UNCOMFORTABLE WITH NSFW (AFAB)

- Another man who would be into public/semi public sex. Y’all have DEFINITELY done it in the cockpit. Like almost everywhere. Curly and you have probably done it on the table too(you guys cleaned it afterwards don’t worry). But I think he just loves the thrill of it. You guys have almost been caught but thankfully Curly knows how to be quiet! (No shade to you Daisuke we love you)

- This man loves keeping his hands on you. Like a FIRMM grip on your hips as he’s hitting it. Gripping yours thighs. He just likes sinking his fingers in your soft flesh. Somehow just kinda grounds him in the moment. He also just loves feeling up your body.🫢

- Speaking of feeling you up. Dry humper. DRY HUMPER. I feel like this man is a tease. So this man will pin you against a wall, and just grind on you. Teasing you until you can’t take it anymore! He loves seeing a pout on your face before he gives you what you want.

- Like before, curly is a tease. He will push all your buttons. Just get you right there! Then stops. He wants to make sure when you climax. It’s better than the last time you guys had sex. It’s a GOAL for him to make you feel even better than the last time you guys slept together.

- Loves overstimulating you. Unlike Daisuke who accidentally overstimulates you. It’s Curly’s mission to get you brain dead by the end. He knows he’s making you feel good. This man won’t over do it though. Your comfort and safety is his priority! So he’ll always make sure you’re comfortable.

- Call him captain!!!!! God Curly gets so riled up when you call him captain. Teasingly calling him captain earns you a night of either overstimulation or edging. So I hope you are aloud to take sick leave, cause wooo…. You will be sore my friend

- (AFAB) Sit on his face.. OH GOOD GOLLY SIT ON HIS FACE. I imagine he’s buff. Like have you SEEN that fanart. So he can definitely take a lot of weight!( shout out my cubby AFABs i really wanna make a chubby reader FIC but idk..) BUT PLEASS, he’ll beg on his hands and knees. Like why are you keeping that tantalizing gift away from him???

- Yes I’ve been saying he can be a freak.(guys I promise I’m trying to be original 😭🙏) But I definitely think he’s More into romantic, soft sex. He likes to take his time. Kissing up and down your body. He wants to make sure you feel loved, and that he’s not just using you for your body. He is a sucker for you.

- He loves watching your face when he’s pleasuring you. No matter what he’s doing or where. He wants to know your getting pleased! That’s how he figured out what you liked and didn’t like fast. He kept his eyes trained on your face. He truly is a giver!

Authors note: GUYS I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. IVE BEEN HAVIBD SIRE AFFECTS FROM MY PLAN B. Like dude I’ve been bed ridden for the past two days. But I’m feeling better and it’s the weekend. So more requests are on the way!

[daeniradraconis]

My Emergency Contact – William Nylander

Just a little short Valentine’s Day fluff—because nothing says romance like realizing your boyfriend is absolutely not qualified to be your emergency contact. (Yes, inspired by the TikTok trend!) BTW, this pic is literally my favourite of Willy. Like, sir—how are you this hot and this cute at the same time?! ---

Moving in together was supposed to be romantic. Cozy. A new chapter in your relationship.

Instead, you’re sitting on the couch in your new apartment, watching your shirtless boyfriend, William Nylander, struggle for his life against an IKEA bookshelf.

The shirtless part isn’t unusual. If anything, it’s his default state. The man has never met a fabric he liked.

And honestly? You’re not complaining.

His blond hair is tousled from running his hands through it in frustration, his cheeky grin flickering in and out as he mutters to himself in Swedish, clearly losing patience. His mustache and beard are in full force—an off-season indulgence, just like the sheer amount of cake he’s been consuming lately.

And it shows.

Willy is always strong, always an athlete, but off-season Willy? He’s soft. He still has muscle, but instead of his usual sculpted abs, there’s the faintest hint of a tummy, a little dad bod moment that somehow makes him look even hotter.

Unfortunately, all that raw, Swedish power is currently being humiliated by a simple bookshelf.

“IKEA is a scam,” Will mutters, glaring at the half-built monstrosity. “They make the instructions impossible on purpose.”

“You’re Swedish,” you remind him, sipping your coffee. “This should be, like, in your DNA.”

“Yeah, well, my ancestors built actual ships, not this bullshit.”

He picks up the hex key like it personally insulted his mother, then frowns down at the two pieces of wood he’s supposed to connect. His brows furrow, lips pressing together in deep concentration, and for a fleeting moment, you think—maybe—he’s finally figured it out.

But no. No, he has not.

With way too much confidence, he tightens one screw, nods to himself like a man who knows what he's doing, and then leans his full weight on the side panel—only for it to give out instantly, betraying him in the most dramatic fashion possible.

The entire bookshelf wobbles violently before crashing down in slow motion.

And so does Will.

You watch in horror as your six-foot, professional athlete boyfriend completely loses the battle. He stumbles backward, knocks into a chair, flails to catch himself—too late. His knee buckles, and before you can react, he fully wipes out.

A loud thud. A groan. Silence.

For a split second, your heart stops. You freeze, eyes wide, a sharp pang of panic in your chest. He’s completely motionless, just lying there, staring at the ceiling.

“Will?” you ask, rushing over, hovering a hand over his arm, not sure whether to touch him or call 911.

No response.

Then—he bursts out laughing.

Flat on his back, bare chest rising and falling with laughter, stomach shaking, cheeks flushed—he looks absurdly proud of himself. And you can’t help but laugh too—though only after you're sure he’s not actually injured.

And then it hits you. This man is your emergency contact.

The realization hits you slowly. This is the guy responsible for calling an ambulance if something happens to you. This one.

The same man who once set off the fire alarm trying to “improvise” a grilled cheese with a blowtorch because he thought it would be “faster.”

The same man who got his shoelace caught in an escalator last summer and had to be rescued by a mall employee.

The same man who confidently insisted he could fix a leaky faucet in your old apartment, only to somehow make it worse—so much worse—that you had to call an actual plumber, who took one look at the situation and just muttered, Jesus Christ.

You blink down at Will, still sprawled on the floor, grinning like an idiot, and a strange mix of affection, disbelief, and sheer terror floods through you.

You sigh, shaking your head. “I can’t believe you are my emergency contact.”

You look at him, grinning up from the floor like he just won a prize, and a mix of affection, disbelief, and helpless laughter washes over you.

Will, still sprawled out, turns his head to smirk at you. “Baby. I got you.”

“You just lost a fight to plywood.”

“It was a close fight.”

“In your dreams.”

He just shrugs, completely unbothered, propping himself up on one elbow. “Eh. I’m strong. I can take it.”

You stare at him, still processing the absolute chaos of it all. The lack of concern.

Will sees your expression and smirks, sitting up fully. “You’re thinking about it, huh?”

“I’m regretting it.”

He gasps, pressing a hand to his chest like you’ve just wounded him. “Wow. That’s ruthless.”

“Honest.”

Will squints, then rubs the back of his head. “Maybe. But too late, baby. We live together now. No take-backs.”

You roll your eyes, standing up to help his dumb ass off the floor. He lets you pull him to his feet, then immediately wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against his chest.

“Will—”

“Shhh,” he says, resting his chin on top of your head. “Let me hold you. I almost died, älskling.”

You snort. “You did not.”

He squeezes you tighter, grinning against your hair. “You were so worried about me.”

You groan, but his arms feel nice, and he smells like cedarwood and the vanilla latte he stole from you earlier. Despite everything—despite his complete incompetence at building furniture or being careful at all—you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You sigh into his chest. “Yeah. You are sometimes actually terrifying. You clumsy idiot.”

Willy laughs, pressing a lazy kiss to your forehead.

“Terrifyingly sexy, you mean.”

Well, he’s not wrong.

[lay-z]

Thinking about steamy shower sex with a pent up and touch starved soap after his deployment, you would have sent him countless teasing pictures and videos throughout his mission and now he is aching to get bay back by hoisting you up and pressing against the glass door of the shower cabin with your legs wrapped around his muscular and chiseled waist/hips. Could you please write something about that ? I'm definitely aching to read it with your writing style

Thank you for your ask, nonny! 🥰 Since you didn’t specify a gender, I’m going to go with female!Reader since that’s what I always do. Btw, I’d totally write for a x male!Reader if someone would request something. *hint hint* 👀 And if you can’t tell, I am a huge slut for desperate and needy men 😩 Sorry if this isn’t exactly what you’d asked for! 🩷 xoxo

MDNI, 18+ | tw: slight cnc kink; shower sex; needy/desperate!Soap; unprotected sex/creampie; premature ejaculation; not proof-read

Johnny catches you off guard while you’re taking a shower; singing and performing for an imaginary crowd like you always do when you’re in a particularly good mood.

Your eyes are squeezed shut to keep the shampoo from stinging them; the hot shower stream is pelting down on your flushed skin, steaming up the cabin and turning the glass foggy while your head it tipped back as you wash the suds from your hair, still humming a tune like a true Disney princess.

You stand no chance like this. Johnny could hear you as soon as he’d unlocked the front door to your shared flat, dropping his heavy duffel back in the entrance hallway and kicking off his boots with a soft huff. His bad knee is aching, his whole body sore like he got run over by a Humvee, but he can deal with the physical pain.

It’s the way his chest feels tight and hollow simultaneously, his rugged features set in an emotionless frown, which has him more worried as he passes by the small vintage mirror mounted above the shoe rack in the hallway. He’s practically gone non-verbal since stepping foot onto the airfield back on base. His dark stubble has grown out as much as his Mohawk, the bags under his eyes darker; his usually bright eyes now dull with fatigue, giving him a grim expression.

With his last shreds of energy, he starts peeling off his combat clothes on his way towards the bathroom, groaning under his breath as he pulls the tight compression shirt over his head, muscles screaming and aching with the effort as he lifts his arms up. His pants follow, along with his boxer briefs, and Johnny wrinkles his nose at his own body odour; the stench of sweat and blood and death lingering in every crease, caked into his pores. Steamin’ Jesus, he smells ripe…

But you’ll make it better, you always do. He can already feel your phantom touch on his bruised skin; soft palms running over his body, slicked up by nicely scented soap and warm water, and you’ll learn it all anew after weeks apart from each other. Johnny lets out a shuddering groan while his cock starts swelling and twitching, blood rushing in his veins by the sheer imagination of you touching him.

He doesn’t announce himself, can’t even crack a smile at the sight of you, when he sneaks into the bathroom. He’s not even trying to be quiet, but the way his mind is still in the field, makes him watch his steps and open the door in a way that’s silent.

When he slips into the shower cabin behind you, still so blissfully unaware of his presence, his chest expands with a deep breath, inhaling the moist and sweet air. His cock is rock hard, ruddy tip weeping against his lower stomach, coating his bushy pubes with his thick precum; thick and milky, because he hasn’t come in days and his balls are hurting as bad as the rest of his body.

Your eyes shoot open despite the suds still running down your face when you’re grabbed from behind; lungs burning with a sudden, instinctual shriek ripped from your throat, though it’s immediately muffled by a large, grubby hand clasping over your mouth while another strong arm wraps around your midriff, pinning your arms to your sides before pulling your back flush against a solid and equally naked body.

You know it’s him, your Johnny. There is no one else, beside his teammates perhaps, who could break into your flat. The feeling of his body moulding itself behind you, his hand over your mouth, lips latching onto and biting down on the curve of your shoulder while his beard irritates your warm skin – it’s all too familiar to be anyone else. Still, your heart is hammering violently against your ribcage while the lack of oxygen in your lungs is slowly making you dizzy. You slump back against Johnny and he catches you with a pleased rumble in his buff, hairy chest.

“Missed ye.” That’s all he murmurs against your ear at first, gruff and raspy like he hasn’t spoken all day, while your blood keeps rushing with adrenaline; shower stream still steadily raining down on you.

You whimper against his palm, in the far back of your throat, nostrils’ flaring with sharp intakes of breath as your body tries to calm down from the initial shock.

His arm loosens around your waist and he rubs his hand in large circles over your soft, wet stomach instead, wanting to get rid of the dirt and grime before he’d even consider touching your delicate pussy, no matter how desperate he’s feeling for you.

“Need ye, hen,” he mutters, tongue flicking your ear lobe while his hand over your mouth cups you right below your jaw next, “Need ta feel yer warm cunny squeezin’ ma cock. Fuck–! Can I?”

When you’re able to slip your arms free of his grasp, you reach for his hand on your belly, lifting it up to inspect it for any new cuts and bruises as you wash it for him while he’s already grinding his cock against your ass cheeks, his breathing becoming ragged against the nape of your neck. You can already tell in what state of mind he’s in, your poor, sweet Johnny.

And you’re not even ashamed of how slick your pussy has gotten since Johnny grabbed you, when there was a split second when your brain and body had braced themselves for–

Something dark and twisted you shouldn’t be thinking about right now.

“Missed you, too, baby,” you manage to reply when his now clean hand slips between your thighs to cup your pussy. “Take what you need. I’m all yours.”

Johnny whines, breath catching in his chest when he can already feel his balls tighten, painfully so, while his meaty fingers drag through your smooth folds, feeling your warmth and slick arousal, before he rubs your swelling clit roughly. Your flesh is soft and warm, supple under the pressure of his fingertips, unlike the cold steel and metal he’s been handling for the past weeks on his deployment.

He snarls and huffs against your shoulder when your quaking thighs squeeze his prodding hand after he slipped two fingers into your sopping hole at once, and he fingers you slowly and deeply until he feels your velvety walls loosen up around his digits, clamping down whenever he curls his fingers to nudge your sweet spot while he gropes your sudsy tits and tugs on your pretty nipples with his other hand, keeping you pressed against his body.

But his patience and need for you start to overwhelm him as his cock keeps straining and leaking against your ass, begging to be sheathed inside of your welcoming cunt with a mind of its own.

“Turn ‘round f’me,” he growls, already turning you around to him by your shoulders to finally catch a glimpse of your beautiful face and heated gaze. His cock twitches; another desperate whine is torn from his throat. “C’mere.”

He positions his feet carefully on the ceramic tiles, braces himself to support both your bodies as he lifts you up by the back of your thighs, fingers digging into skin and fat as he hoists you up and pushes you against the slippery shower wall. When your back arches away from the sudden chill of the tiles and your lips part with a breathy gasp, Johnny doesn’t hesitate to crush his lips onto yours, licking into your mouth obscenely just to feel and taste as much as he can at once.

He keeps your thighs spread wide apart and pliant for him, his own hips slotting between your legs, muscles bunching and flexing with exertion as he keeps you pinned against the wall while your arms wrap around his muscular shoulders. He’s grimacing at the burning ache in his body as he holds you, but he needs you. Fuck, he needs you so badly; panting and groaning into your mouth, brows furrowed in concentration as he grinds his flushed cock against your folds desperately.

And his eyes squeeze shut with a shuddering breath when you reach down between your bodies to grasp his thick cock and push it into your quivering hole for him.

His head drops forward with a rough moan, so loud and desperate that it resonates inside the bathroom, and his forehead rests against your collarbone as he sinks deeper into your warm, welcoming channel without any resistance. He can tell that you’re aroused for him, that you need him as much as he needs you, and it nearly makes him dizzy.

His muscles start trembling when he starts thrusting slowly and shallowly, barely able to move at all while his ass cheeks tighten and flex as your cunt flutters around his shaft, sucking him in deeper until he bottoms out. The way you moan so sweetly for him and the warm water raining down on the both of you continuously, only adds to the pleasurable sensations, forcing Johnny to relax and cave in while the tight coil in his belly teeters on snapping already.

Johnny grits his teeth and can barely speak, his words coming out a garbled mess. “Fuck–F-Fuck… ‘m gonna cum, hen. ‘m so sorry.”

He apologizes, feels terrible for disappointing you like this again, but you simply wrap your arms tighter around his neck, holding him together and breaking him apart as you whisper sweet nothing’s into his ear. His balls tighten and the pressure almost brings him to his knees, but he manages to catch himself at the last moment before he cries out and buries his face into your neck to muffle his pathetic sounds while his cock pumps his thick load into your eager pussy, coating and claiming your gummy walls with his cum.

“I’m sorry, ‘m sorry.” Johnny keeps chanting and whining against your wet skin, mouthing along the curve of your neck while he keeps rolling his hips into you desperately, fucking himself through overstimulation and exhaustion just to try and make you feel good, too, while you hush and coo praises into his ear, carding your fingers through his hair soothingly.

[inlovewithladies]

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A/n: probably a bit too soon to make another one buuut the idea struck so i had to start writing before i forget hehe OF!Abby anderson x Reader yall are roomates in college btw content warning: scent kink, subby abby, cunnilingus (abby receiving)

Your first sign should've been the ringlight, you found it in her room tucked neatly behind tubs of protein powder, weights and resistance bands in the corner. Of course, you brushed it off, thinking she was some tiktoker who you hadn't seen yet.

'But she's so chronically offline?' your brain tried to reason. You pushed it to the back of your mind before you could ponder on it for too long.

Then there were the noises, the little creak of her mattress next door, quiet grunting. Okay, weird but maybe she just likes to work out at weird hours! You dont get a killer figure like that just sitting on your ass all day. Even if she was watching porn or whatever, it was none of your business right? Though never in your wildest dreams did you think that Abby anderson, your sweet, introverted roomate was making porn. The discovery was an accident. You had forgotten your hoodie in Abby's bedroom so naturally you wanted to get it back. It was around eight pm at this point, Abby hadn't come out of her room in around thirty minutes. Only indication of her presence was the light coming from under her door.

Knocking three times, you slowly opened the door. The room was warm and well lit by the ring light, the gentle scent of the pine soap she always uses hung in the air, along with something muskier, sweatier.

Abby was spread out on her bed, legs spread, back arched. She was naked besides the grey sports bra but even that was pushed up to reveal her small tits, pink nipples erect from the air

One hand was between her legs, two fingers pumping in and out of her cunt while her other hand pressed something to her face.... your hoodie.. "fuck.. you always smell so fuckin' good- want you to bend me over so bad..." at this point you werent sure if she was talking about you or to the audience watching from her phone.

You should have backed off, closed the door and pretend you hadn't seen what you did, but you stayed, watching as her flushed face contorted in pleasure, her nose straining to take in bigger whiffs of you from the hoodie.

She was about to cum, you could tell, her face flushed red and her mouth was making a perfect 'o'. Thats when you decided to reveal yourself. "Putting on a show, Abs?" you ask nonchalantly, as if you hadnt caught your friend fucking herself to you. she shot up and tried to pull her bra back over herself, only managing to cover one boob. "shit!- I thought you weren't coming back till later," she stammered. Her body curled into itself like she wanted the earth to swallow her whole. "I-i was gonna wash it, i swear. i just.. i missed you, and-" you silenced her with a deep kiss to her lips. when you pulled away both of you were breathless, looking into eachother's eyes. you looked back at the phone still posted up on the table. "that thing still rolling?" you ask huskily. Abby swallows and nods. "good." You trail your hand up her thigh, stopping at her slightly sweaty abs. you tapped her abdomen twice as a way to tell her to lay back. she obliges of course, shuddering under your touch, eyes wide, lips parted. "You were thinking about me while you fucked yourself, baby?" "Y-yes.. yeah i- fuck, im sorry" you didnt respond, instead kissing a path down her neck while she completely took her bra off. Leaving a wet trail from her collarbone, taking the time to suck on her nipple for a moment before finally stopping at your main course. wet, pink, pulsating perfection lay in front of you, her hole clenching around nothing at all, as if she was aching for stimulation, her blonde bush the icing on an already delicious cake. You grabbed the phone from it's stand to give it a better view.

'finally' you thought. you'd wanted abby for months, since she moved in actually. how could you not? her pretty face, solid muscles and kind demeanor were far too much to resist. but you didnt focus on that for now. for now, your only priority was getting her off on your tongue. so you dived in, pressing hot, wet kisses to the skin surrounding her entrance. when your pressed your tongue flat to the general area of her cunt, you heard her breath hitch. you drag your tongue slowly up, focusing on her clit, peppering kisses to it with a gently suck. "Fuck..!" she gasps, trying to cover her mouth with her hand, you slapped it away. "dont. let them hear you baby" the phone was nearly forgotten, little pings could be heard as donations poured in as you readily lapped up her juices. your tongue flattened to grind against her, the gentle ridges stimulating her much better than her fingers could. abbys hand flew to your hair. your left hand comes up to rub her clit while you move your mouth to focus on her pussy.

you tongue prodded inside of her, licking wherever it could. Abby got louder, she swore she could never get off by herself again. "ohmygodohmygodohmygod, i cant, your so fucking good" you chuckled into her cunt, the vibrations only stimulating her further. abbys legs are shaking on your shoulders, muscles twitching like shes about to collapse, though you dont let up, not when her grip in your hair tightened, not when she started sobbing broken pleas of "Dont fuckin' stop- please dont stop, please!" you look up for a moment and you lock eyes. her eyes, green and glassy meet your own triumphant ones. shes looking down at you like youve ruined her for anyone else, like if you kept licking her like your life depended on it she'd give you anything. while you could only focus on her beauty, her dark blonde locks clinging to her sweaty skin, muscles rippling as she felt her orgasm approaching. "let go, baby" with one more hard suck to her clit, abby screams. she cums so hard its almost funny, her thighs clench around your head and shes babbling something about how good you are and how long shes wanted you. you keep licking at her until her orgasm is over. only when she finally relaxes fully do you come up for hair, soaked from the nose down. you reach for the phone, turning off the livestream before crawling up to her on the bed. "i think your fans liked it" you tease, abby whines and covers her face. you chuckle and kiss her cheek. "we can talk about it in the morning, abs" was the last thing you said before leaving the room. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ i tried to make it longer coz my last one was pretty short and honestly i wrote this for myself i js thought the idea was hot and yes i did infact nut to this im not afraid to admit it :P

[xiao-come-home]

Even MORE pre-release Boothill. Please bear with me im doing my best,, slightly sug/gestive in one paragraph 🤸‍♀️

I've read somewhere that Boothill short-circuits when he's embarrassed AND I STAND BY IT. 1000%. I am here to spread this like a disease. His system is definitely able to process his emotions, but when you do something that makes his heart skip a beat, he freezes in his spot, his cheeks gain the most beautiful scarlet color... And then you hear the worst combination of malfunctioning robotic noises, AND then sparks fly off of him. Might have to wait a few minutes until he comes back...

Boothill might look like he's calm outside, but he just FEELS the blue screen coming when things get too heated with no break whatsoever or too much fluids go past the protective metal plates. His body stops in place, is absolutely unresponsive, and his eyes flash blue.

Don't worry though, your Boothill has a restart button, right in the middle of his upper back, hidden by his half-vest (or.. whatever that is). He might overheat a little bit though, so be careful not to give yourself unnecessary burns.

In rare cases when his blue screens get REAL bad, you have to stick a USB drive he gave you in those special slots he has on the left side of his hips to bring him back.

Boothill most definitely does not sleep, but gets recharged by electricity or fuel instead. Perhaps that's the reason for the hole he has on his back? Either way, it gives you an opportunity to "plug him up", which he hates, despises even, to hear from you when he feels low on energy (he still wants a goodnight kiss btw).

Boothill swallows bullets. He also spits them out when needed.. usually, he's very careful not to spit them into your mouth when you kiss, but gravity betrays him on his worst days.

Boothill probably works like Siri or Alexa when battles leave him a bit too wounded. You might wonder about something, say it out loud, and then Boothill just can't stop reading the first thing that came up on Google.

"What's the best recipe for carrot cake?"

"2 cups (260g) all-purpose flour, 2 teaspoons baking soda, ½ teaspoon fine sea salt—" Boothill gasps and covers his mouth, "1 ½ teaspoons ground cinnamon, 1 ¼ cups (295ml) vegetable oil, 1 cup (200g) granulated sugar—"

He just can't stop.

[nightscythe]

primarchs on hot ones

as requested by @gnmtlkitten-blog-blog, thank you ◡̈

i've only ever seen hot ones in yt shorts so who knows how accurate this is. but this is exactly what sunshine and rainbows activities was going on in 30k. great crusade? don’t know her. as a precursor, the immunity to poison just means they can’t die. they can feel pain though. and whoever cooked made a spice level tailored to primarch level taste. 

pre-heresy primarchs broadcasting to the galaxy basically

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the lion: this big dumb man has a point to prove. he’s literally dying. he’s feeling pain worse than anything the universe can cause, and he’s got no expression on his face because leman, his rascal brother that in no better words is obviously cheating. and that’s not happening. he’s not getting beaten by that mut. are you okay, lion? if only looks could kill. quite. next question. lets ignore the tears at the corner of his eyes. he hasn’t blinked in 5 minutes. he would ignore all the pain. what he needs afterwards is to go kill something. don’t touch him or even look at him. 

fulgrim: he’s so unnecessarily dramatic. this is just a press conference. bet he’d be like that guy who cuts a banana with a knife and fork. he’s all tough about it at first but the second anything is remotely out of his comfort zone he’s giving up. no care for how he looks as he’s drinking as much milk as he can to make himself feel better. pride may be affected afterwards. needs to be told that it was rigged and there was no way he was actually weaker than his brothers on something like this (even if he was one of the first to tap out). also needs a cold flannel on his head. sticks around just to hear what everyone has to say, nothing like a secret or two to make him happy again. he sabotages magnus at every opportunity so they stay weak together. 

perty: thought it was an easy challenge. instant regret. considers anything spicy a physical threat following this encounter. he’d last a few spice levels before he’s just angry that something could even be like that. the fuel to the fire? he’s literally being asked about dorn’s constructive criticism that was just pure slander. he’s pissed at dorn. pissed at everyone around him. pissed at himself. he shouldn’t be so easily beaten. he shouldn’t give in and drink a glass of milk. but you know he does. also doesn’t want anyone to touch him, and i’d probably steer clear for a few days. one of his warsmiths is creating a strategic weapon out of this btw. 

khan: piece of cake and is smug about it too. requests more. just makes it into a bit of a joke really. literally needs nothing afterwards. gets on with his day, like it never happened. this isn’t about him, this is about watching all of his brothers suffer (with fulgrim, obviously, though less for the drama). 

leman: makes it the whole way through with ease. yes its really hot and he’s almost dying at the end, but he’s not ashamed to down copious amounts of milk in favour of winning. amused by all the questions and makes a joke with all of them. probably showed up drunk to the filming as well, and carries on drinking after its done. he can out-eat and out-drink the emperor, this was a walk in the park as well. he may be in pain for hours after but he’d never tell you anyway. almost doesn’t wake up from this. 

dorn: suffers in silence. there’s not a point to prove. he just endures. he makes it all the way through somehow without giving up but when he stopped talking about the history of crinkum crankum, that’s when you would know he was at his limit. he just holds onto the table and has the thousand yard stare. he had to finish them all or he’d be doubting himself, but did he wish to do this? no. he would leave without another word. who knows how he’s doing afterwards. it would only be the select few he lets into his private chambers that see him crying with that still stoic expression. yeah he’s fine. really. this is why the black templars are a thing. 

curze: how he would have ever agreed to this is its own story, but somehow he’s sat there eating wings scowling at everyone who dares look at him. he’d complain more and more as time went on, eventually opting to simply stare in response to a question about a general critique of his ways. accidentally eats a bone. everyone realises quite soon afterwards that yeah, the spice isn’t making him uncomfortable. that’s not even a concern for him. he needs physical comfort from the sheer hurt of having to deal with people and questions on that level for such a long time. hug him promise never again (though the wings could kill someone really if he needed to). somehow his reputation ratings across the galaxy go up after this.

sanguinius: oh the angel. he tries to be appreciative. he doesn’t want to refuse anything from anyone or put them down for trying to do something nice. he’d have a cute smile as he answered each question, and even as he ate the spiciest ones he’d smile through the pain, cross his hands in his lap and let his eyes well with tears. tries to claim its because he’s so overcome with emotion for something so nice done for him. lays in a bed and stares at the stars for a while afterwards. will never admit to another soul how deeply it hurt him. just lets the tears roll down his face and refuses to let anyone wipe them away. 

ferrus: he’s built different. he’s not really got the spirit either. just wonders why he was there. spends the entire time presenting cybernetic enhancements and their benefits. what? a free advertisement to the whole galaxy. he’d take it. nothing needed afterwards for him, he just gets on with his day like nothing ever happened. iron hands propaganda at its finest. 

angron: its a battle of him and the sauce and he's somehow losing. forces himself to endure spice beyond what he can handle to prove he's absolutely fully capable. is more satisfied that he conquered the challenge of the wings and is very content on being given more to continue to prove himself (but is equally happy when there is revealed to be no further suffering). punches a wall or three. better avoid him. 

rob: logically he should be fine, because why wouldn't he be fine, he's been afforded superhuman abilities that prevent being in silly situations like this. soon realises that this is not like the food he is served on macragge. stares into the distance like he was personally betrayed. tries to give a good interview in the background whilst hiding his suffering. would just like to lay down afterwards and wash his mouth out a thousand times. now has a copy of the scoville scale in his top draw. 

morty: barbarus could not prepare him for this. which is why the second he begins to feel the heat he gives in. no, no, this is beneath him. more important things to be done, so he's leaving the second he gets a chance. but... what was that question? how does he feel about sorcerers? he'll endure to give a full explanation on that question. actually does leave immediately after though. ice is needed in the rebreather. he’s coughing for hours.

magnus: thought himself above all of it. genuinely would have put a bet on himself to beat everyone else. flawlessly answers questions like it's a precursor to nikaea, until he starts to feel it sting. he's coughing, he's sweating, and pretending its all okay. this was when he originally lost a shard of himself. fenris’ snow could not have even saved him. and what's worse? he'd keep attempting the challenge as if he learned something from last time. its as if someone is preventing him from building up a tolerance... and his only response is philosophy and prophecies. 

horus: it was a walk in the park (lie). he barely felt a thing (he felt everything) and proved himself worthy as the favoured son of the emperor with this challenge (at least 3 of his brothers beat him). not a soul would ever know how abbadon and aximand dripped milk into his mouth to relieve him that night. activity uses his apparent victory when he flirts, talking about his expertise or whatever... tries to seduce the crew for bonus points to look good on camera, the bastard.

lorgar: considers it a test that he has to best. passes out a number of times but forces himself to carry on. had a number of psychic visions during his time passed out and considers them gifts from the sacred flame. each answer to questions he's asked are just rants disguised as something of important philosophical value. would like a bit of praise on how well he did afterwards, please.

vulkan: doesn't affect him but he's chill about it. when asked if it was hot? yeah, a little. compliments to the chef. that was an exquisite mix of spice and flavour. did you think he could grow up on nocturne and be affected by this? did always think he was immune to heat basically. hypes up all of his brothers in the meantime.

corax: weaponised forgetfulness. no expression with each bite. doesn't give much of an answer to each question. the only hint of his struggle is the way he narrows his eyes as if he'd launch an orbital strike on hot sauce. claims he doesn't remember how spicy they were. holds milk in his mouth for a prolonged amount of time whilst he calms down in a locked room afterwards. would rather follow his brother through hell than ever do that again..

alpharius: the brother that did cheat. no one knows who, or why for that matter, but it happened (probably knew this was going to happen for months and prepped a strategic rotational line up to appear like he won). takes the opportunity to stir all the family drama with little secrets of who hates who. doesn't need anything afterwards, because he probably wasn't even there.

[nerdsnuff]

NISHINOYA YUU BOYFRIEND HCS. gender neutral reader, fluff, pre-timeskip in mind while writing…

my first haikyuu love… still love him btw thats my BABE who deserves more love

𓅪 does not hide his feelings. at all. he WILL be the one to confess. no buts. on a random day and not even fully planned… just blurts it out impulsively.

you were getting the last of your things in your locker before you finally head home for the day, imagine your surprise when you see nishinoya next to you when you closed your locker door. he simply laughs as you yelp, heart almost bursting out. “hahah! sorry for scaring you! i just really wanted to talk to you. walk to the gate with me?” he offers. though you’re jokingly still ticked off you agree anyways, letting him know with a nod. once you’re done you two head off, the wind is nice and cool this afternoon. “so… there’s something i wanna tell you…” he suddenly stops, so you do too. unexpectedly he raises his voice, startling you once more. “YOU’RE SUPER COOL AND I KNOW THIS IS SUDDEN BUT PLEASE GO OUT WITH ME!”

𓅪 both before and after dating he talks to tanaka all about you all the time. thankfully the guy is never annoyed. and yes he did wingman nishinoya, probably the guy to convince him to just go for it and confess. they’re both pretty intense about their feelings… anyway just imagine the absolute hype when you accept his confession.

𓅪 guard dog boyfriend FR! will not let ANYONE bother you. people hitting on you? jumped. bullies? jumped? some person simply pissing you off? JUMPED. he has a bit of a problem controlling his temper sometimes… you often have to tell him off when he doesn’t realize that backing off is simply a better solution.

𓅪 speaking of guard dog, would absolutely love to take you home as far as he could! if you use the bus then he’ll take you to the stop (though would hop on with you if he could…), if you guys live near each other hell yeah he’d walk you home

𓅪 buys you treats after school!!! loves spoiling you with little snacks. candy, ice cream, cheap cakes, etc. mostly sweets. always takes you to go to coach ukai’s store every after school! he basically remembers what you look like now and teases the two of you.

𓅪 biggest simp like goddamn bro. he isn’t even into romcoms but if he was he’d be doing all the extra shit he sees. that can’t take my eyes off you’ performance from 10 things i hate about you? absolutely he’d do that. he WOULD learn french for you. which is crazy ‘cus he literally struggles to learn englishcough

𓅪 WILL tackle hug you. yes, even if he’s sweaty… can you blame him? he just can’t contain all the love he has for his darling partner!

𓅪 about petnames… 100% a “babe” guy. i mean he’ll call you other things but babe just slips out so much easier for him.

𓅪 he does need help in class but most of the time acts like he doesn’t just to seem cooler. but if it gets real bad he will go to you for help, it doesn’t matter if you’re smarter than him or not.

𓅪 invites you out almost every weekend. unless it’s a busy week or a busy week is coming up, then you guys just call from home.

“y’know, i really wanted to take you cycling today, but i seriously gotta study…” he sighs and adjusts the phone on his ear, causing scratched noises to be heard from his line. “oh yeah, i’m going to tokyo next week! ahah, yeah! i gotta study hard so i can actually go though, wouldn’t let me pass with a bad grade” you hear him chuckle, along with the sound of papers ruffling. “mmhm, it’s a training camp for volleyball” he then unexpectedly pauses for a moment, the unfamiliar silence makes your eyebrow quirk up. though in a quick second, his voice shoots up again. “actually, ryuu’s coming over to study with me soon… wanna join!?”

[marikosenwrites]

karasuno boys - dating headcanons (pt. 1)!

a/n: sen here!! heyy obsessing over our haikyuu boys are we <3 yes i am i'm only on season two right now though, almost season three!! i'll be doing aoba jousai, nekoma, and fukuroudani gakuen! enjoy!

characters: hinata shouyou, kageyama tobio, tanaka ryuunosuke, sugawara koushi (suga-san🥹), sawamura daichi, tsukishima kei (TSUKKI🥹) [pt. 1], yamaguchi tadashi, takeda ittetsu (just me and one of my favorites), ukai keishin [and in that order] {pt.2}

pt. 1 || pt. 2

notes: in this au, kiyoko can't be married to tanaka...yeah. they're still in highschool, btw

gn!reader

↳ ❝ [ 日向翔陽 HINATA SHOUYOU ] ¡! ❞

-this cutie omg

-probably the first to confess

-gets all blushy when you're around at the start of the relationship

-you love ruffling his hair

-if you watch him practice until the end, he treats you to meat buns!! if he doesn't have enough money, he'll just share one with you

-kageyama is jealous omg and tsukishima is just like "the chibi got a girlfriend??"

-loves you so very much

-his love language HAS to be words of affirmation and physical affection

-you just can't help but return the affection

-if you don't know how to play volleyball, he's gonna teach you!!

-if you know- he's going to ask you to talk to him

-dates will be chaotic and affectionate

-often cooking dates!

-you love his family especially natsu

-also love them amusement park dates with him

-he's so fun loving and all

-kisses are very innocent, close to no spice at all except when he's feeling super annoyed or something

-loves cuddling with you when it's bedtime <33

-does NOT have a specific schedule rest assured

-calls you his dove (aww)

-you love calling him sunshine <333

-HE'S JUST SO BRIGHT

-I SWEAR

↳ ❝ [ 影山飛雄 KAGEYAMA TOBIO ] ¡! ❞

-a sweetheart actually

-he's so cold on the outside but lights up when you're there

-kisses have a little bit of spice

-he's too prideful to confess first ig so you make the move

-loves it when you come to his practice to support him

-at some point he has requested you to become a manager because sometimes ukai thinks you're a distraction for him so asks you to walk out for a bit to let kageyama concentrate

-you bet he has worried over it because he didn't know where you went

-ok onto the main shit

-dates are always somehow sport related (HOW DOES HE KEEP FINDING THEM)

-sometimes an outing or two when he's actually free and not busy with volleyball stuff

-you'd think he isn't clingy...WELL IT'S THE OPPOSITE ALRIGHT.

-he actually craves YOUR attention and YOURS ONLY

-i think you two would have a cat together (named it NOTHING after the other volleyball players you know :/)

-loves your cuddles too

-WAIT WAIT HEAR ME OUT

-YOU KNOW HE BUYS THEM DRINKS RIGHT

-HE WOULD BUY LIKE HUNDREDS FOR YOU IF YOU WANT

-aww the little (wait he's tall) guy

↳ ❝ [ 田中龍之介 TANAKA RYUUNOSUKE ] ¡! ❞

-the hot-headed guy just can't get enough of you

-you sometimes make fun of him for being almost bald-

-but he's okay with it because he loves you (as long as you dont do it that often)

-okay so firstly like kiyoko WHEN HE SEES YOU HE CONFESSES TO YOU ALMOST IMMEDIATELY

-one second he's dumbfounded by your beauty, the other he's confessing to you already

-like you reject him first few times

-AND THEN AND THEN YOU START TO FALL FOR HIM

-THEREFORE YOU ACCEPT WOOOOO

-it's uh "Y/N-SAN! I LIKE YOU CAN YOU GO OUT WITH ME?!!!" and then you're just like "ah- yeah. mhm."

-he's just like :o WHAT

-okay that's it for the confession

-dates are always what you want

-if it happens you want to make cake, go for an ice cream shop, an amusement park- whatever, you name it and he can afford it? YOU'RE GOING

-they're all so sweet...

-he's also needy at some point when you're dating

-so...MORE IN MY NSFW LATER

↳ ❝ [ 菅原孝史　SUGAWARA KOUSHI ] ¡! ❞

-i'm gonna bet 100 dollars that he's the one confessing

-STEP ONE: get you as his girlfriend

-firstly he's going to ask you to meet him during lunch in the morning

-second when you're both there he confesses

-to his surprise you accept to go out with him and one date turns into two, into three and ON

-STEP TWO: MORE DATES TO COMEEE

-always ice cream dates and baking dates

-always appears to get flour in his fluffy hair

-ALSO ALSO YOU LOVE PATTING HIS HAIR AT ALL TIMES IT'S LIKE COMFORTING YOURSELF

-sometimes picnics too <333

-STEP THREE: there is none for now but THERE WILL BE SOON. SOON ENOUGH.

-his way of giving you affection is by kissing you, cuddling, and giving you praises...

-do you have a praise kink (nvm forget i asked that)

-cuddling in bed is one of his favorite ways to go to sleep

-you stroking his back is too

-you guys are always the talk of the karasuno vb boys group when you guys get together for gatherings (the perfect couple?!?!?!?!)

↳ ❝ [ 澤村大地 SAWAMURA DAICHI ] ¡! ❞

-he's definitely the one to confess first being the big boy man he is <3

-literally will kiss you when you accept

-so taken aback you felt like you were going to faint

-his kisses are so gentle help

-ok maybe not sometimes but we all know when that is

-love playing with his ears mayybe?? i know there's nothing different with the rest, but i just feel like it's with daichi

-your first date is an amusement park one ✨✨

-p.s. you shared the cotton candy lmao-

-he literally walked you home and your parents invited him in for dinner

-they like him very much thank you

-relationship has been approved now your parents are urging him to marry you even though it's only one week into the relationship-

-now HE'S the one that pats your head every time he passes you in the hallway or whatsoever

-when you move in together LITERALLY EVERYTHING IS YOUR CHOICE NOW

-you can choose the flat, the decorations, the vibes, the furniture- EVERYTHING

-loves you that much yes

-the sweetest guy ever NO DEBATE

↳ ❝ [ 月島蛍 TSUKISHIMA KEI ] ¡! ❞

-SALTY SHIMA. THIS MAN IS SO SALTY

-i swear bro

-he has rizz though that's for sure

-he confesses to you first (it was during lunch you remember the day like it was yesterday)

-his kisses are half spicy (igg since tsukishima is that kinda person)

-the mean to the public and only kind to you kind of person <3

-dates are usually home dates (he's an introvert (i headcanon))

-perhaps if you can persuade him (it's a 50/50)

-first date was a movie date

-then you went home with him (you went to his house)

-and met his parents

-they liked you very much <33 now treat you like their daughter

-the next time you went on a date, you brought him to yours and he made a good impression but they don't love him as much as his parents do to you

-i will write the time skip arc for this because i am biased and you literally can't stop me (but tell me if you want more i'll reblog it with more hcs)

-you were so happy for him when he joined the sendai frogs

-cheered for him on every game (LIKE THE SHIRT AND THE SIGNS AND STUFF)

-facepalmed himself out of spite ya bet he got a scolding for that

-"KEI KEI KEI GANABTTE," that was you, screaming at the top of your lungs at your HUSBAND.

-"oi, tsukki, who's that?"

-tsukishima facepalmed himself, earning a glare from you, "my wife."

-"EHH?? TSUKKI HAS A WIFE??"

-lmao the most normal occurrence

-after that koganegawa would often come to you and ask for dirt on kei (screw him for facepalming)

-saltyshima (in the public) → sweetieshima (in front of you only)

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