#there's SOOO much there. so much potential. so much intimacy. if you even care

[scattered-winter]

time is in fact a circle (listening to mcfarland usa soundtrack and thinking about competitive running aus)

[stari-hun]

The love and deepspace male leads are so interesting cause the MC changes with them too?

💫 MC and Xavier ; He’s so soft spoken but still firm with his boundaries. Which is good! Since the MC with him is super mischievous and fun. Like even in his bunny costume he literally KNEWWWWWWW we were up to something when we looked at the tail he was SCARED he knew full well the things we get up to. He’s very chill so she’s much more upbeat around him and excitable. Not that she’s not peppy with everyone else but it’s more like since she trusts Xavier to have her back so she’s more reckless than with anyone else. He also gives the vibe of more watching over her as well which makes sense from the backstory and anecdotes since that’s what he’s done for so long. It’s better for angst potential that he always gives the MC his entire heart every time they meet again but he still stays in a loyal knight position to her.

🐚 MC and Rafayel ; This time HES the menace so she takes more of role of supervisor to the chaos. Her innate personality hasn’t changed and she still has her moments of yeah let’s be chaotic together but it’s very chaotic neutral x chaotic neutral. She isn’t apprehensive to cause a mess anymore but she’s still aware that Rafayel is completely likely to get into a mess he can’t handle if he reins free. They have the confidence in each other to survive but they want the best for each other. He’s a constant sass and flirts with her all the time, and he’s kinda switched with Xavier where he flirts so much that when Raf is more open it’s more surprising.

- Both of the dynamics really take on a real life feel to it? Like obviously the MC is still written like a main character and she definitely is written like she’s aware she won’t be hurt by the world too badly or at least not die until it’s not time in that protag kinda way. But MC code switches depending on who she’s with to bring out certain parts of herself over others + based on the situation.

❄️ MC and Zayne ; Um. I feel like the writers didn’t know how to balance him being very cold with his actions being warm and how that melded with the MC. Cause he’s super charming and he’s genuinely a well loved male lead for a reason because he cares so deeply and shows it through all of his actions. He just doesn’t have that much chemistry with the MC 😭 some of their interactions are SO painful cause until you have a pretty high intimacy rate it’s so much of “I feel like you find me annoying at times” “I do” AUGHHHH. Every fanfic or piece with an ooc MC or a self insert is sooo much more chemistry with him. Cause the MC contrasts with him by being VERY peppy and happy and even more kind than with Xavier or Raf but with Zayne she just ends up seeming uncomfortable around him when ??? They’re supposed to be childhood friends kinda? Like not like Caleb but they KNEW each other beforehand pretty well and yeah he’s always been kinda cold but he’s always been someone to lean on and trust. Then they just don’t show the kind of trust they should have with a history like that.

[weekend-whip]

Not realizing they’re blushing + Blushing in anticipation of intimacy! You choose the ship ;)

Merry Cringemas to meeeeee and whoever else is along for the ride

Cracked!Legacyverse, mid-Season 2, not actually part of the main timeline but that's not gonna stop me

AO3 Version

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"You should put it a liiiiittle more to the left. Nope, no, I said left...!"

Jesse inhales the scathing remark he otherwise wants to snap out, instead glowering down from the top of the ladder at Antonia. She coyly rocks on her heels from below, subtly gesturing for him to nudge the mistletoe he's trying to hang a little more to the left. If she wanted it such a specific position she should have done it herself!

"Yeah, well, you're taller than me, soooo you've got a better shot than I do," Antonia retorts. Jesse wilts, realizing he'd said the last part aloud. She smirks up at him, not the least bit put off. "Don't be so sour! My festival day party won't be complete without it!"

"It's been doing just fine so far."

Jesse moves down a step to gesture around the rest of Antonia's house. Zane's been miraculously keeping up with the food and refreshments, Nya's doing her best to keep Lloyd and Harumi from spoiling the gifts, Cole lifts everyone's spirits by blaring festive music in the living room, and Kai, Jay, Olivia, and Jamie have been busy dancing away. There hasn't been any shenanigans yet. Yet. So, that's a success in his book.

"...I'm still miffed that Jay won the ugly sweater contest." Jesse gestures at his garish striped green sweater covered in sequins and tinsel. "I swear I had it in the bag!"

"Sorry, Champ, can't beat a guy with blinking lights in his wardrobe." Antonia clicks her tongue, returning her focus back to the task at hand. "But see, this? The others don't even know it's here yet! And it could be a chance for you to get some revenge!"

"I don't want revenge; I want to get down from this ladder and drink some hot chocolate. And maybe eat a sugar cookie."

"But it could be so funny!" Antonia dances around with far too much excitement. "Imagine if we manage to lure Jamie and Olivia under here; Jamie would explode! Or watching Jay try to run through at the same time as Nya! Or just imagining Kai in general, now that I think about it–"

"Gauuuugh." Jesse slumps on the top of the ladder. "This is too much effort–"

"Just tape the thing to the doorway already!"

"I can't reach it; my fingertips are just barely brushing the top! I might be taller but I have, like, dinosaur arms!"

"I think you're just making excuses at this point." Antonia folds her arms and raises an eyebrow. "Perhaps this is all because you don't want anyone else to wind up under here with, saaaay...Cole?"

"...Tch, I don't care about that," Jesse lies, gnawing his lip. "I just don't see why we need something like this. We're all just hanging out as friends, right?"

"Exactly! If anyone actually does decide to adhere to tradition, it probably won't go beyond a cheek kiss." Antonia shrugs. "Like I said, I'm much more entertained by everyone's potential reactions rather than...people getting action, I guess?"

Jesse lets out another distressed groan before a clatter, a scream, and twin maniacal laughter comes from the kitchen. Zane's voice howls throughout the halls, and just as Jesse and Antonia turn towards the chaos, Lloyd and Harumi come running through with devious grins on their faces. Lloyd's arms are stocked high full of peppermints, while Harumi's got as many cookies as she can carry. Neither of them pay Jesse nor Antonia any mind, with Lloyd even bumping the side of the ladder and sending Jesse straight to the floor.

"Ow, HEY—!"

"I'm SOOO sorry!" Nya calls, rounding the corner and stopping to take a breather. "They duped me! Harumi distracted me by the tree, making me think they were going for gifts but they were really after the sweets! I should've known—!"

Now Zane runs through the room, eyes nearly blazing white as he hauls after Lloyd and Harumi. He grumbles furiously to himself, so incoherent that it almost sounds like computer dial-up sounds. Antonia and Nya gulp and sidestep out of his way while Jesse rolls to safety. He hurries by in a flurry, with Nya moaning miserably.

"I'd better get back to it—he's going to need an extra hand for sure."

"Here, I'll help too," Antonia says, following after Nya. She spins on her heels and points at Jesse. "You finish our little pet project; I'll be right back!"

"Of course," Jesse sighs, just as the sounds of chaos fade deeper into the rest of the house. He sets the ladder back up, making sure it's firm this time, then climbs back up to continue his fruitless conquest.

As he struggles to get the darn plant in place, he wonders why he is so against it. He agrees with Antonia—it might be a fun way to push Jamie into making a move, or to watch Jay's terrible attempts at wooing Nya over (not they need a plant to have an excuse to kiss each other). And even Jesse's little buried trickster heart would find it hilarious if Kai somehow got caught with Olivia–

—but, he does think about Cole stumbling under with just anyone, and his stomach lurches. Cole's easy-going and friendly, enough to probably give out a good-natured forehead kiss or some other such. That shouldn't bother him...but, it does, because he's hopeless. And then there's the scenario of...the potential kiss not just being platonic on Cole's end? Then what?

Jesse whimpers, enough to nearly topple himself off the ladder again. He shakes it off; this is silly! Who cares?! He's just gotta put this dumb plant up to get Antonia off his back, and then avoid this particular doorway for the rest of the night. What he doesn't see nor know about can't hurt him. And far be it from him to get caught in his own so-called trap. He doesn't care at all. He doesn't need this.

...but, he really can't reach the top. It's a fancy arched doorway, and Antonia is far too particular about the mistletoe being hung smack in peak of the middle. For the aesthetic. Jesse grumbles, standing on his tiptoes as high as he can climb on this short ladder, and reaches forward with all his might. His knees start to wobble, and he fears he might drop the mistletoe, or even himself—

But now there's a strong, firm hand wrapped around his, keeping both Jesse and the mistletoe in place. Jesse almost wishes he'd hit the ground instead.

"Do you...need some help?" Cole asks, fighting off a laugh. He's got his headphones wrapped around his neck, clearly taking a break from managing the "dance floor" in the living room. His grin is infectious as it always is, and the mirth in his eye is heightened by the holiday spirit. And in the face of all that blinding brightness, Jesse only manages a silent nod.

Gently, Cole removes the mistletoe from Jesse's hand. Then, with a single jump, he manages to slap it right into place as Antonia intended. Jesse is lowkey impressed and also insanely jealous he can jump that high. Or just reach high places without constant struggle.

"...thanks, I suppose." Jesse finally finds his words, and the strength to tear his eyes off of Cole. "Coming to my rescue, right on time as always. My hero."

"Well, truth be told, I was trying to swing by the kitchen for a quick swig of that hot chocolate you whipped up," Cole confesses sheepishly. Jesse perks up. "Buuuut the kitchen's currently a battlefield, so I wasn't about to cross that warzone."

"Oh, jeez, no, I get that."

Cole hums, turning his attention back to the ridiculous predicament Jesse's gotten himself stuck in.

"...why are you even using a ladder?" A snicker finally breaks free from Cole, poorly repressed by the back of his hand. "I mean...you can float; can't you, Mr. Master of Surprise?"

"I–" He'd actually forgotten, courtesy of his annoyance at Antonia. But Jesse's not about to tell Cole that. "I was...just trying to conserve my magic, that's all. Besides, Antonia put me up to this, and she was lingering around at first, so—"

"Yeah, I figured." Cole glances up at the mistletoe with a small smirk. "You don't really seem the type to go out of your way to do something like this..."

Jesse makes a face, sliding down the ladder to join Cole on the floor. "H-Hey, what's THAT supposed to mean?!"

"Oh, nothing, nothing," Cole teases, folding his arms behind his head. "Just was wondering if there was someone you really wanted to kiss, hence why you'd agree to this–"

"Gnauuugh?!" Jesse sputters, struggling to put together a coherent thought. "Wh-What?! N-No, no, not really, you know how forceful Antonia can be; she had my arm twisted, ahaha..."

"Suuure." Cole leans against the doorway now, far too attuned to when Jesse desperately wants to change a subject. That smirk stays prominent on his face, and there's nothing more that Jesse wants to do than wipe it off. With puffed cheeks, Jesse clenches his fists, about to really pop off—

But then he notices the speck of green in his peripheral.

"...ah...wait a minute." Jesse pauses. His neck slowly cranes back, until the top of the doorway comes into view. That accursed mistletoe hangs precariously above them...and they're both beneath it. "...Wait, WAIT—!"

"What?" Cole asks innocently, following Jesse's gaze. "What's the big–oh. OH. Um...oops."

Realization settles in like a sudden blanket of snow in a storm. The duo bring their gazes back down until they lock with one another. Cole stands only mildly surprised, while Jesse gapes like he'd just swallowed all of his teeth.

All his complaining earlier, and now, here is Jesse, a fly caught in a web of his own making...or, however the saying goes. He can't think straight—especially not straight—not when Cole's—right there—under the mistletoe—and that means—them—kiss—?!

"...does it really count if we were the ones putting it up, heh heh...?" Cole asks, trying to lighten the mood. When he doesn't get an answer, Cole blinks, and finds Jesse trembling nervously, eyes just as pink as his cheeks. Yet, despite that, Jesse doesn't move to leave.

"Hey, we...don't have to do anything if you're not comfortable," Cole says gently, easing Jesse down from his panic. "No one's watching, and we can just walk away like we were never here! And I'm sorry, I-I really was just trying to help; I didn't mean for—"

"I-I...don't...have...a...problem," Jesse sputters out, voice quaking. His heart has jumped into his throat and now he's about to choke on it. Cole raises an eyebrow.

"It doesn't sound like you don't have a problem. And you look like you're about to explode—"

"I don't! I have zero problem kissing you, trust me! It's like, almost, the opposite of a problem!" Cole balks in surprise, and Jesse suppresses a hollow laugh. Cole doesn't even know the half of it. "I-I just, um...if you don't want to, with me, I'd...I'd understand, so..."

Jesse takes a step back, fumbling with the sleeves of his sweater and staring at the ground. Figures, he'd land right in the situation he'd been dreading this whole time. Such is his life. He really shouldn't be surprised...but then, he wouldn't be a Master of such then, now would he?

He takes a deep breath, awaiting Cole to take the first out he has, or just politely decline, or explain how he's saving his kisses for another... Jesse understands, really. It's also just killing him on the inside.

"Well, I'd kiss you."

The hall is silent as Jesse's mind shatters and the world inverts on itself.

"...wha...WHA?!"

Cole slides his hands into his pockets, struggling to maintain eye contact. "Is that so hard to believe? You've always been a good friend to me, and...you are really pretty, and, I dunno, I just, I...wouldn't mind...that's not weird, is it?"

"...no, I don't think so." Although Jesse's still stuck on being called 'pretty' so, you know. "So...does that mean, you...?"

Cole glances back up at the mistletoe, smiling to himself. "Well, 'tis the season."

Jesse snorts, and in the same breath Cole closes the distance between them. Cole's not that much taller than Jesse, but in the moment Jesse's never felt smaller. Especially when Cole leans down so that they're eye level with one another, noses nearly brushing...and lips mere inches away.

How is everything happening so fast when they're moving so slow?!

"...oh wow," Jesse whispers, the anticipation of the oncoming event making his cheeks go from pink to red. "That...that's close...um..."

"Last chance to back out?" Cole suggests. And oh, Jesse probably should. He's not going to be able to recover from something like this...and it's only going to make it all the harder to distance himself from Cole.

But...if Cole really does want to do this too...how bad could this really be? It's all just holiday fun, right? Maybe he'll just make it quick. Maybe he'll find a way to squash an eternity into a single second. And Cole won't ever have to know how much this actually means to him. This is fine.

"...well." Jesse places both his hands on either side of Cole's face. His heart is pounding and it's taking everything in him not to violently shake. Cole's not making a big deal out of this, so neither should he. Keep it together, Jess. Breathe. "...it would be bad luck to not do it, so..."

"Yeah, that's true, so..."

"...so..."

"...so..."

"So," Jesse exhales, feeling his nerve slipping away by the second. He pounces before he loses all of it. "...c-can I kiss you?"

"So polite," Cole hums, briefly amused. "But, you may."

Unable to handle the anticipation anymore, Jesse makes the first move, guiding Cole in closer to make this easier. Cole acquiesces, although somewhat surprised at Jesse's boldness, and that's the last thought that goes through his head before their lips officially meet.

It's hesitant at first—soft, gentle, and chaste, only growing more fierce with the growing confidence Jesse finds in himself. Cole doesn't know what to do with his hands, floundering for a bit before settling for putting one on Jesse's waist. The other rests against the one Jesse has on his cheek, which cues Jesse to move it so their hands are latched instead. Jesse reigns himself in from going too far with things, but with how eagerly Cole reciprocates...it's very, very difficult. They last for about ten seconds longer than they probably need to, pulling away only to lean their foreheads together, not ready to put more distance than that between them.

"...huh," Cole muses the moment they part. Jesse makes a face; 'huh' is the best he can say about it?! Jesse's over here experiencing sparks and fireworks and star collisions and whatever other nonsense people say they feel during their majestic kisses, and Cole comes out of it with a 'huh'?! Seriously?!

"No, no wait! It wasn't bad, really!" Cole scrambles to defend himself upon seeing the offended twist in Jesse's expression. Jesse raises an eyebrow. "I was just...worried..."

"Worried why? That I'd be a bad kisser?" Because Jesse's worried about that too. But, again, he's not going to tell Cole that.

"No! You were...um, well, amazing, actually, but it's just..." Cole rips his gaze away, swiping his tongue nervously along his lips. Jesse fails to not stare. "...like I said, you probably did have someone in mind while hanging that thing, and...I was worried I wouldn't live up to your expectations. Or that you just settled for me, or something. I'm...still kind of in shock you even let me do that, haha..."

Jesse's annoyed gaze melts immediately as he heaves a charmed sigh. He truly doesn't understand how Cole can lead an entire team of ninja, come up with strategies on the fly, and be so in tune with other people's emotions...and still be so oblivious to the most obvious emotion of all.

With a smile, Jesse slides both his hands into Cole's, keeping his gaze steady as he looks into Cole's eyes.

"I promise...you were perfect."

Cole gulps at the sheer amount of sincerity at Jesse's words. The mood left between them isn't awkward per se...but the tension? Now that could be cut with one of Harumi's knives.

"...well, you know, w-we... we could've made that a cheek kiss, you know," Cole stutters, dazed and breathless. Jesse swallows, chuckling nervously.

"...yeah, I guess we could have."

...regardless of that fact, Cole goes back in again, and Jesse wordlessly meets him halfway. All the hesistance from before evaporates...and very quickly, the two of them forget that they're actually at a party.

"HOLY HELL, I WON!"

"NO, DAMMIT!"

Cole and Jesse pull away with a start, looking behind Jesse to find Jay literally clicking his heels in the air while Kai's fallen to his knees in anguish. Before Cole and Jesse can even question them Kai reaches into his pocket to pull out a wad of cash, which Jay snatches up all too eagerly.

"How long were you there?!" Cole yelps, gripping onto Jesse...and also being the only thing preventing Jesse from passing out.

"Long enough for me to win the bet!" Jay whoops, doing cartwheels in midair. "Hahahaha, I TOLD you, Kai! Always bet on the underdog...! Nyeh nyeh nyeh!"

"Ghnaugh, shut up..." Kai stands back up, dusting off his slacks and sweater before folding his arms with a pout. He then smirks in Cole's direction. "A better question is, how long did you two plan on making out, hah?"

Cole sputters, and not even his earth-powered strength can keep Jesse from slumping to the ground, now nothing more than a flustered pile of goo. "N-Nothing was planned, we just—mistletoe—and–carried away...? I-I mean, it was...nice...but it wasn't a big deal, either—!"

"Ha! Are you serious?" Kai asks, head tilted in disbelief. "Jesse is one thing, but I don't think I've ever seen your face so red...!"

"Wha...? I'm not—"

Jay teleports away, then warps back with a mirror snatched from Antonia's room. He holds it up in front of Cole, forcing Cole to confront his reflection. Sure enough, Cole's eyes are subtly glowing, and he's blushing. Hard.

"...huh. Didn't even notice," Cole replies coolly (and as if his heart isn't absolutely thrumming right now), making Kai sputter and Jay cackle. However, Jay's quick to go hunt down Nya, as predicted, while Kai rubs his hands together and makes devious plans to get Jamie involved. Cole rolls his eyes, but he's at least glad they're not giving him that hard of a time about it. He's sure they'll come back around later, though.

He turns his attention back to Jesse, now completely out cold, and this time Cole does feel his face heat up. Was that—double—kiss really too much for him? Was being busted too embarrassing to take? Or...was Cole just that good?

"Augh, stop, stop," Cole tells himself, slapping at his cheeks in a poor attempt to calm himself down. He kneels down to scoop Jesse into his arms, aiming to set him on the far more comfortable couch. Despite the haphazard way Jesse turned into sheer jelly, right now, his face is nothing short of serene, if not peaceful...and pleased.

It makes Cole's heart skip a beat. But, he coughs, pulls himself back together, and carries on with his new mission (of carrying Jesse), planning to put this whole mistletoe mess behind him. Jesse's probably not going to bring it up unless he's held at knifepoint, so...Cole won't mention it again either.

Like he said, not a big deal. It's whatever. They were just keeping up a holiday tradition, for good luck. And Master knows they can always use more good luck...

...but, if Cole really was to be honest...maybe, he wouldn't mind kissing Jesse all over again.

...just with less mistletoe next time.

[scatteredpiecesofme]

On August and Sara

I know that a part of the fandom disliked the Sargust storyline and among the various reasons mentioned, one made me think. Some were disappointed because August was given this sort of "redemption arc", some others complained about his arc being contradictory, as if the writers couldn’t decide what to do, whether to “redeem” him or not.

I think this wasn’t the point at all. I don't believe Sara and August love story was meant to be an actual redemption arc, for either of them (if anything, because as such it badly failed). This was just Young Royals doing what Young Royals does best. Namely, showing us once again that human beings are very much complex and nuanced when it comes to their feelings, decisions and actions.

It was easy to accept the not-all-black-and-white pov with Wilhelm and Simon because we love them, sympathize with them, we even identify with them. Doing the same with August and Sara is much harder. But even assholes can have a soft side. It's real. It's human. And it doesn't erase their wrongs.

I think what comes across as disturbing in August+Sara's story is that both of them have made terrible and selfish choices, both of them have betrayed their friends and family, and yet they get to enjoy some blissful moments of love, tenderness, and care. Moments of real happiness. And they do it exactly when Wilhelm and Simon are apart, heartbroken and dealing with a lot of issues. Somehow it feels unfair.

Love is often perceived as something that people deserve or don't deserve according to their behaviour or moral standing. Some sort of reward that we get if we are good enough. Then, how can an asshole who has done such shitty things be loved? Or how can a selfish, untrustworthy person be able to love anybody? These are the unspoken questions.

The thing is, love is not a prize. Love is just something that happens. Often in the most unexpected ways. It's unfair. It’s random. Uncontrollable. Messy. Sara puts it into words beautifully: "You can't control your feelings. Even if you have feelings for the wrong person, it can feel so damn right". And love is not a redeeming force either. The bare fact of being in love or being loved doesn't make a person better, nor it can be expected to.

Any redemption tropes left aside, their storyline shed light on some sides of the characters that we hadn't seen yet, adding layers and depth to both and making them even more interesting (to me Sara and August were already very interesting characters in S1). It challenged the viewers to question their perspective and to deal with mixed feelings (oh, wait he's the villain, I hate him... how comes that for a split second I found him so tender and I was rooting for them??). It gave us some sweet, fluffy moments in a season which was at risk to have none, together with some very realistic intimacy representation. It provided a good amount of drama for the final climax and it set things up for potential plotlines in s3 (lots of potential shit, depending on where the authors want to go). And despite Sargust being the most random, weird and unlikely couple ever, it felt believable to me. On top of everything, Malte and Frida showed great chemistry and their acting was truly amazing.

Sooo... I might be the only one here, but I really enjoyed Sara+August storyline in S2.

[lovesickletters]

Hello!! I saw your Yandere Alphabet post and fell in love!! I love reading this type of content! :D

I was wondering if I could get a request for Affogato? (A,C,D,G,I,J,M,& P.)

I love him sooo much and instantly struck me as the manipulative type! Can’t get enough of him!

Whatever you do I’ll be happy! Feel free to ignore.

Love and Kisses,

- Anon

💜𝒜𝒻𝒻𝑜𝑔𝒶𝓉𝑜 𝒞𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝑒 | 𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒜𝓁𝓅𝒽𝒶𝒷𝑒𝓉💜

I’m delighted you loved them! You have excellent taste Anon, I played the Dark Cacao Kingdom chapters to answer this to the best of my ability 💜

Attachment

How do they become obsessed?

The highly esteemed advisor couldn’t help but take notice of his darling when they were the only one to offer him shelter from the freezing cold after his fall from grace at the hands of that wretched Caramel Arrow Cookie and her new friends. How kind of you to take pity on him, meagre as your offering may be after his life of luxury and lavishness. But he supposes he can make an exception in this particular scenario.

Caring

How well do they take care of their darling?

Affogato Cookie will take about as much care to manipulate his darling into taking care of him as they will once they have been fully blinded by his sweet words, laced with sugar and honey. He will go to great efforts to steer you in any direction he so pleases with his honeyed tongue and lying lips.

Depraved

Does your yandere have a shrine? (If so, what's on it?)

Naturally, as a cookie who knows the significance of shrines to important figures in a cookies’s life he collects a few trinkets should he ever have the mind to perform any unsavoury rituals should his web of deceit ever falter. A lock of hair here, a small painting of your image, some incense resembling your favourite scent. Definitely far tamer and less degenerated than some other shrines, but considering their purposes and use in potential dark magic rituals it might be less preferable.

Good

Do they reward their darling for good behavior?

Of course! The carrot is always just as valuable as the stick, and he is not above laying as many honeyed words and compliments upon you as it takes for you to trust him with your life. Small rewards and treats in the form of gifts he won’t explain the origins of are bound to show up pressed into your hands eventually.

Intimacy

How intimate are they with their darling?

Affogato Cookie has always been fond of leaning in just a little too close, letting his luxurious clothing brush against you, pushing himself just a little too far into your personal space. Speaking in a tone just barely distinguishable from a whisper, so you are tempted to lean in towards him even closer to hear, only to be tutted for being so eager.

Jealous

What makes them the most jealous?

Should you somehow begin to press your eager ears and respect towards another cookie, despite all of the efforts he’s gone to to make himself the only cookie you admire, the look on his face would be one of distaste and repulsion rarely seen in such intensity.

Makeout

What are their kisses like?

He will always initiate them, catching you by surprise but always leaving you wanting more. A chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth that makes you lean in for more, only to face his overindulgent smirk at your own accord

Pleasure

What is something they love making their darling do?

If it hasn’t been outlined enough already, Affogato Cookie deeply enjoys teasing you with something, just before pulling it out of your reach moments before it is in your grasp. He makes a sadistic game out of it that keeps you frustrated and obedient, always in the hope that maybe next time he will finish what he started (he won’t).

[gay4swiss]

Papa Emeritus III/Terzo NSFW Headcanons

18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

⸸semi terzo x reader⸸

CWs: mention of kinks, could potentially be seen as "hard" kinks such as cnc, bratting, hard domination, etc.

ummm idk if i need to warn for anything else but you've been warned this content may be offensive and/or triggering so please please please don't read if you think this will hurt you in any way!

he wasn't one to settle down quickly early in his life

even as he got older, being attached to someone was just a turn off

he doesn't believe in falling in love or "love at first sight"

definitely the type of person to sleep around... i mean look at the bullet points above akdhs

he's sooo vanilla /s

THAT'S A LIE HE'S LIKE THE KINKIEST MOTHERFUCKER AROUND-

he's a hard dom

and a sadist

he'll make you cry (consentually, of course) and LOVE every second of it

you're a brat? ooooh he'll love you

he's definitely a brat tamer, though he does have equal love for the obedient subs

he loves that he can "break you" as a brat tamer, make you listen and degrade and condescend you every moment he realizes your brattiness is melting away

sometimes, though, he just wants to let off steam

and what's better than letting off steam with an obedient pet who abides his every word

he can move you wherever he wants, position you how he likes, pound you over and over, and cum on every square inch of your skin

and if you're good (like he knows you will be) you'll get to cum too

he'd make you finish over and over just because of the way you squirm and the way you sing at his touch. it brings him so much satisfaction and pleasure.

he does have a soft side, so he can soft dom though it isn't often

if you've been together a while, for years, have grown comfortable with each other and he trusts you completely, he'd become more softly dominant with you (unless if you ask otherwise)

if you have his love, he wants to cherish you, caress you, make you cum as much as you want

the hard smacks would turn to gentle pets along your skin

he's decent at aftercare with his partners

the intimacy of it does make him nervous though he makes sure not to show it.

he prefers to be alone afterwards, but if you expressed to him that you wanted company and to be held, he'd do it of course.

because he does care for your well-being at the end of it all.

if you've been established together for a while, he'd prefer to be by your side, holding you, whispering sweet pet names and reassurances. and whatever you needed, he'd give you at the drop of a hat

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⸸ tags ⸸ @kaiinoro

[bradtomlovesya]

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

Sooo, @brad-is-my-dante and i, wrote this together and we hope you like it!!! 🥺💙. I love you so much bestie. We will write one more in her profile so... wait for it :)

Summary: You and Brad are together and you go with him to a party. A guy starts flirting with you and of course Brad doesn't like that so he shows you who you belong to.

Word counter: 4,5k +

Warnings: Possessive, angst, Smut +18, submissive reader, kinky, bad language, orgasm denied. Read by your own responsibility.

Being in a relationship is hard, but being in a relationship with Bradley Simpson it’s ten times harder, and it’s not because of him, it’s because of the pressure of a lot of people watching your life.

But there was one great thing about it all, the intimacy with him was surreal, amazing and totally exhilarating. As innocent as that man's face might look, he was wild.

“What are you thinking about?” He surrounds my waist with his hands behind me.

he was talking about a little party he was going to have after the concert, not that i didn't like parties, but i was afraid of some inconvenient fan

"Maybe…" I turn and look into his eyes "Why do you want me to go? Couldn't we stay at the hotel?"

“You told me you will go with me, love” he sighs. “I don’t want to be there

without you” he begs. “Pretty please?"

"What do I get if I go?" The innocent eye lies and I could see his eyes turn a darker color. It was like I heard him purr

“It’s not what you will get if you go. Is what you will

get if you don’t go” he cocks his head. “I told you to be a good girl, don’t you dare disobey” his raspy voice is my weakness.

"O-okay babe" my voice shakes. That was the effect he had on me. "I will..."

He takes my purse and my coat before opening the car’s door “Let’s go then” he smiles. I bet he knows the power he has on me.

"Promise we won't be long?" In the car, on the way to the pub where the party would take place, I ask him.

“We will just take some drinks with my band mates, thank some producers and that’s all. After we get back home, I will be all yours, I promise” he takes my hand and leaves a soft kiss on it.

"Okay, bear" I give him an understanding smile. I love this man so much.

After he parks the car, we start walking inside. no more than five seconds pass and Tris is already heading to us.

“Hello, Hello” He says, hugs my boyfriend and then looks at me “How are you, Y/n?”

"I'm fine, and you?" then I give him a high five and the taller one smiles

"I'm fine. Come sit with us, we just need you to arrive" he says happily as he starts walking towards a big table with several bottles of drinks on top and Brad's other bandmates are already there with their girlfriends.

It wasn’t as boring as I expected. Lucee and Kirstie are completely angels and they understand what being girlfriend of a celebrity is, so we have that in common.

“Love?” Brad says, looking at me. “My mom is calling, it must be important. Would you mind waiting here while I take the call?.”

"Of course my love, go there. Send a kiss to your mom for me" I speak gently and he plants a little kiss on me. I could see him disappear into the crowd heading towards the exit.

"So y/n, wanna go dancing?" Kirstie asks me excitedly

"We're all going to the dance floor, come on, it's going to be fun" Lucee adds

"I think it's better not. I'll stay here waiting for Brad" I answer them trying not to look rude. I know Brad very well, he would not like to see me dancing without him.

“Okay… but if you change your mind, we will be there” he points at Kirstie who is already on the dance floor and I just nod in response.

After a couple of minutes, a guy I've never seen before takes sit next to me.

“Hey… I’ve never seen you here before. First time?” He gets closer and speaks in my ear so I can hear him without the interruption of the loud music.

"Um, no... I'm not from around here" I say loudly because of the music and step away from him feeling uncomfortable.

"And where would you be from, sweetie?" he asks approaching again. oh no, he used the nickname that Brad uses for me.

“I don’t think you will know where i’m from” I step away, again.

"Don't play hard to get, I've met girls like you before" he lets out a sloppy laugh and I could feel the breath of vodka. Shit, he doesn't know who he just messed with, if Brad had seen this, he would have kicked him already.

“I don’t want to be rude but you’re making me uncomfortable. Can you please just go?” I sigh and turn my head from side to side looking for Brad.

"Oh I'm sorry sweetie" he gives me a crooked smile "can you at least give me your number?...Or maybe a kiss?" He starts to lean in but soon a shrill, dominant voice makes him stop.

"No, she can't." It was Brad. He was standing with his arms crossed and looking deathly at the inconvenient guy. "didn't you hear her say? get out!"

"And who do you think you are, shorty?" the boy sneers at Brad and I can soon see his jaw strain with rage

"I'm her boyfriend!" Brad hits the table hard, startling the boy and me. "And you can be sure, I may not be tall, but I have plenty of strength to break that horrible face of yours" He looks steadily at the boy "I'm her boyfriend because I have character and a lot of potential. With that personality of yours you wouldn't even catch a bitch." I see anger in his eyes "Now get out of here before I break you!"

quickly I could see the boy almost run out of fear. After that I don't think he would ever go near a woman again without knowing if she had a boyfriend or not

"Can't I go out for 10 minutes that already have motherfuckers after what's mine?" He sits down beside me and I can already see his revealed neck vein and his furrowed brows. oh my god he was sexy

"I'm sorry, my love…" I take my hand and intertwine it with his looking at him gently "but it was better for me to have stayed here waiting for you, than to have gone out on the dance floor with the guys and something worse happened"

"In a way, you're right..." he lets out a loud sigh "I hate it when they try to take what's mine, you know?"

“But… are we okay?” I ask shily.

“Okay? No, we aren’t. There’s a lot of sons of bitches trying to get what’s mine. All - The - Fucking - Time” He looks at me with lust in his eyes. “I think i will have to remember you who your owner is” he takes my wrists.

“But-” he doesn’t let me speak.

"No 'but'. You come with me" he gets up and pulls me by the wrist

"W-won't you let the staff know? They might be worried" I ask him as I'm pulled out.

"Then I'll text them. Now I have to take care of you." he says firmly.

“Okay…” I gulp. I know what’s coming. Drinks, night, and jealousy aren’t the best combination for Brad. Or maybe they are… But not for me.

“Don’t worry, honey” He helps me get into the car. “I will give you just what such a bratty like you deserve”

"Y-you'll be kind… won't you?” I ask him apprehensively as I see him get into the driver's side slamming the door making me jump.

"Do you think you deserve kindness?" He laughs darkly "After I heard that bastard call you my favorite nickname, I'll have to punish you"

with these few words I could already feel a small puddle forming in my panties.

“I will behave,” I murmur.

He puts his hand on my tight and strokes it a little while driving “I hope so, darling. It’s your punishment, not mine”.

The rest of the road was really quiet, none of us said something but his fists were holding the steering wheel so hard making it go white. I saw his chest go down and up with his heavy breathing, I could also see his erection marked in his jeans.

It was a frequent consequence of Brad. He got angry about something and always ended up taking it out on sex. Was he nervous? sex. Was he jealous? sex.

"let's go" he said as he opened the car door for me after having parked the car in front of the hotel

We walked calmly through the hotel lobby, but because of the marked erection, I think the few people there already knew why we were going up to the room.

After the elevator doors closed I could feel my back against the cold metal of the elevator and my hands up. Brad kissed me harshly but passionately.

“Brad… there’s cameras on the elevator” I murmur between kisses.

“Do you think i fucking care?” He bites my lower lip.

“You should, you’re a public figure” I stop him.

“You’re annoying me” He rolls his eyes.

“I’m sorry” I bow my head and the doors of the elevator open.

“Shut up and walk”

I don’t say anything, I just do what he wants. I don’t want the punishment to be worse.

Once inside the room, he locks the door and looks at me in a dominant way. "Take off your clothes and get into bed. I'll be right back" I obey him and then he leaves towards the bathroom, where our bags were.

slowly taking off my clothes I could already imagine how hard he would be on me. I can't deny it, I love that part of him that only I know.

He came back after some minutes with handcuffs.

“A-And th-that?” i stutter.

”It’s for you, sweetheart” He walks towards me “On your knees”

I put on my knees on the bed.

“No,” he denies. “On the floor, now”

"Y-yes sir" so hard to do as he orders and get down on my knees on the fluffy floor mat

"Put your wrists on your back" so I do. He puts the handcuffs on my wrists causing a shiver over my body from the icy metal "You can't move until I speak, ok?"

"O-ok sir" he strokes my hair lovingly

"you're going to suck daddy's cock" he lets out a breath and unzips his jeans making his gray Calvin Klein mark his big erection even more "but when I ask you to stop, what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to stop..." I say shyly

"You go what?" he grabs my chin making me look into his lust-bright eyes "Say it! you know what I want to hear"

"I'm going to stop Daddy!" I could already feel tears welling up in my eyes. He was being aggressive, I don't know if I don't like it or like it.

“Now…” he takes a deep breath “Open”

I do what he tells me to. I open my mouth in a big “a” with my eyes closed waiting for his dick to enter in my mouth but it doesn’t so i open my eyes

"I want you with your eyes open, looking at me" he lets out a long breath as he pumps his beautiful cock with an already reddened tip of sensitivity "If you were supposed to keep your eyes closed, I would have blindfolded you"

"I-im s-so sorry daddy" I say pleading through the eyes. At this point, if I did anything he didn't like, I know he would be able to hook up a vibrator to my clit and leave me without an orgasm for hours.

“No ‘Sorrys’. Open your mouth” I do. He takes my face in one hand and spits on my tongue “Swallow” He orders.

Now I'm just his toy. I’m here to please him, not the other way around.

“Good girl” he smiles when i do “now be more good and suck it all”

“Okay” I whisper and introduce his huge cock in my mouth. I try my best to let it in completely but it is too much for my little mouth.

"Do like this my little girl" he moans heavily "picking up daddy's dick so well, isn't it? such a good little girl to me, and just only for me"

looking into his face, I could see his eyes close in pleasure along with his mouth shaped like a perfect "o" and his furrowed brows.

Picking up my hair and pulling it into a ponytail, he started fucking my face like never before. with each thrust i could feel the veins in his cock pulse making me feel wetter and eager for him in me.

"Yeah little girl. Oh fuck, that mouth is just mine," he speaks heavily between moans "and no idiot can kiss or have his cock in her but me. I'm a lucky guy"

“Who do you belong to?” He takes his dick out of my mouth.

I gasp for air and he just grabs my hair harder.

“I asked something, sweetie. Answer”

“You” I answer breathing heavily.

“Me what? Use more words” He pulls my hair hard making me look at the roof.

“You, daddy” i cried out “I belong to you and only you”

This is hard, this is rough and I never thinked about Brad like this but… Is it bad to say I'm loving it?

"That's how I like it. Daddy loves when his little girl is obedient..." he lets out a long sigh "Dad was just really disappointed in one thing..."

Oh shit. What do I say wrong?

"You know baby, when I saw you call it sweet, my blood boiled with rage" he caresses my cheek “Did you see the way he was looking at your legs with that tight dress of yours? You use that dress for me. Only for me”

"S-sorry, daddy" I look at him feeling guilty

"Don't you remember what I said? No 'Sorrys'." he scolds me with the look "that bastard at least wouldn't know how to eat you." he rolls his eyes "get up slowly, your knees must be hurting"

I slowly stand up and feel my legs go weak but Brad holds me by the waist

"I warned you. Now I want to change the positions of the handcuffs, turn around" so I do and feel him release the handcuffs "Lie on the bed on your back"

"Yes daddy" I walk to the bed and lie down doing what he asked me to. Soon I can see him taking off his shirt and fully removing his underwear

"It's rude to stare honey" he chuckles softly as he notices my gaze on his dick "but I know, my dick is amazing and it's yours only"

he climbs on the bed and stays between my legs

"hands on the headboard" he asks and I do. So he holds my hands on the headboard rail.

“You remember our code?” He looks at my eyes and I just nod. “Words, darling. I won’t do anything without your permission”

“Green, keep going. Yellow, slow. Red, Stop” I bite my lip.

“That’s daddy’s girl” he lowers his hand until it ends where i need him the most. “Look at you” he laughs darkly “You’re dripping and i haven’t touched you yet” He slams my ass with his other hand. I know that will leave a pink mark. “Say please” He parts my folds but doesn't touch my clit.

“Please” I murmur.

“Please what?” He slams again. “Say it louder!” he orders.

“Please, daddy. Please fuck me with your fingers! please fuck me with your mouth! ” I close my eyes, feeling the pain. "Show me you're better than that bastard"

"Do you think it's going to be that easy?” He chuckles softly in my ear "Love, I'll make things difficult for you" I let out a whimper of disappointment

I feel his hands travel down my body and stop on my sensitive nipples. He quickly captures my right nipple with his mouth making it hard

"Oh, p-please daddy" I begged him. stop don't stop, never stop.

With one of his hands I feel him pinch the other nipple as he nibbles the other with his teeth. His free hand goes down to my wet pussy and touches me placing and taking his finger from my clit

"Um, little girl" he takes his mouth off my nipple "Tell me something" he licks the valley of my breasts "Who makes you so surrendered?"

"You daddy! You!" I close my eyes in an attempt even though I'm doing something so dirty, beg for god to change Brad's mind.

"Tell me…who makes you so wet?" He runs his index finger into my wet hole "huh? tell me"

"Oh my God! You daddy! You Bradley!" he totally stops with the movements

"what did you say?" I open my eyes and find a totally wild face "What did you just say?! Say it again!"

"You B-Bradley" I already knew that was it, I had never used his full name.

"You can't" He takes his hand out of my pussy. "You can't call me like that" I inhale deeply feeling the emptiness he left in my hole.

"I'm so sorry, daddy" i start crying again "please…"

"No 'please'. Now, i won't let you cum on my fingers 'cause i told you to be a good girl and you didn't"

I could feel my pussy throb for the lack of his touch. I just wanted him anyway, but he was making things difficult

"You know... I could call it a bitch, since that bastard stole my favorite nickname" he presses my cheek with one hand

"N-no, please. You promised you'd never call me bad names, remember daddy?" I beg him

it was a deal we had, no bad names for him and me. As hard as he would be on sex, the way to call me, he would be sweet.

"fuck… You teased me so much, little girl." he takes the grip off my cheeks and starts smoothing "the way you looked at me today as I sang to the crowd… you know how to tease daddy, don't you?"

this time I knew he didn't want an answer. His eyes looked wildly at me, I could see his pupil dilated because of the pleasure and love he felt for me.

"Do you know what naughty girls earn?" he whispers in my ear making me shiver and I shake my head "a good hard fuck… if you're good daddy will let you come. Ok?"

"O-ok daddy, I promise to be good" he nods his head

"What's the code?" he positions himself between my legs as he pumps his cock with his hand

"G-green…" I let out a sigh seeing him position himself at my entrance.

"You still on the pill?" I nod "good girl" when he finishes talking, he enters at once without giving me time to adjust. a loud moan comes out of my throat and I feel a burning

"It doesn't even look like I fucked you this morning. So tight for daddy, huh?" he moans with his eyes closed

"Only for you, daddy. I promise" I gasp, squeezing my eyes. My hands were still in the handcuffs but I needed to touch him "Can I touch you… please?"

"Do you think you deserve to touch me? huh?” He pinches hard one of my nipples making me scream "I'll only let you go when I think it's necessary, weigh it again and you won't enjoy it. did you hear me?"

"Y-yes daddy" throwing my head back in pleasure I could feel him change the angle

now my legs were over his shoulders causing him to reach deeper into my core, suddenly hitting my G-spot

"Daddy! Oh my God!" I moaned desperately as I felt my orgasm start to get closer with every thrust he did.

"Are you going to cum?" He says between moans.

I nod no trusting in my own words.

"I don't think so" he starts moving slower. I feel the burning in my stomach disappear and a sigh of frustration leaves my lips.

"Keep calm, baby girl" he kisses my forehead. "Just keep being good and you will get your reward" He enters deeper in me with just one thrust. his fingers dig into my waist with force making me scream at the top of my lungs.

"Who is making you feel this good?" He kisses my neck.

"You, sir" I moaned, feeling him hit that spot again.

"Don't talk with those son of bitches when you have everything with me" he speaks heavily yet deposits a big smack on my ass making me scream "Did you hear me? I want an answer!"

"Yes daddy! I b-belong to you! only to you!" soon I could see a smile break out on Brad's pleasurable face.

"Perfect." it hits that point of mine again going faster this time "Can you let daddy come first?"

"Daddy, I can't h'hold back a-anymore" he clicks his tongue

"You're being selfish little girl" he sighs "you know I can easily leave you without coming, don't you?"

"I'm s-so sorry, daddy" I whimper from the pleasure. Jesus he can't stop it

"I'll release you, don't touch where I don't allow" I nod with a smile and he leans over and lets go of my hands "give me your hand, you know what to do with it don't you?" I nod "fine, no squeezing just stroke"

he brings my hand up to his balls making me caress them. with this act he gains speed inside me hitting my core hard and moaning in an animalistic way

"You know very well how to treat daddy." he groans through clenched teeth "Moan for me love. I want to listen to my baby while I fuck you hard"

"Daddy! D-don't stop…" His movements become sloppy and soon i feel jets of hot semen in my core.

"Bloody hell!" he grumbles before collapsing on top of me and I bring my hands up to his hair and stroke it. "Such a good girl for daddy... made me come so hard, i think someone deserves a reward" he kisses me with love

"P-please, daddy" I beg softly.

"What do you want me to do, sweetheart?" He leaves kisses all over my face.

"Fuck me with your fingers… pretty please?" I say in a submissive tone. I know he wants to keep control even when he is already finished.

"Oh my love do you want me to fuck you with my sperm?..." he takes a hand to my core and incites two fingers "Like this?..."

"Oh! Yeah daddy!" he bends his fingers at me hitting my spot again "P-please, D-don't stop…"

He gives small kisses down my neck following my collarbone and stopping at my breasts. With his free hand he starts massaging my left breast "You are so perfect, it was made exactly to my size. They fit in my hand"

"Oh, Fuck!" I scream feeling the burn in my stomach.

"Cum for me, babe. Cum on my fingers" He speeds up his pace.

I'm sweating and moaning like never before. I'm tired but I don't want him to stop.

He puts his thumb on my clit while keeps fucking me hard with his other fingers and that friction was last thing i needed to realease in his hand screaming his name.

"Oh my God! Thank you daddy! Thank you!" I breathed heavily while shivering and Brad gave me little kisses on my neck

"You're very welcome, babe" He caresses my hair. "Now let's take a shower to clean you up"

"I don't feel my legs" i laugh a little "you left me without the possibility of walking"

"Sorry, honey. But you search for it" he takes me in his arms and walks with me to the bathroom. Once we are in, he lets me sit down on the bathtub.

"I'm going to turn on the hot water love, it'll help ease the pain between your legs" he said turning on the tap and coming to give me a kiss "I'll get the robes, I'll be right back" he goes out the bathroom door and I take the opportunity to admire that one beautiful round ass.

feeling the water rise higher and higher, I relax and close my eyes. I can feel my core on fire. As much as I was punished, I loved how affectionate Brad became afterward.

"Hey love, you're not sleeping in the bathtub are you?" I hear Brad's laughing voice and open my eyes to see him put the robes over the sink

"No. I'm just relaxing" he walks towards me totally naked. This man is perfect in every way

"Space me" he asks and I lean forward feeling him fit behind me "Hmm but I think I tired my girl, didn't I?"

"You did" I let out a small laugh and he follows me

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" He kisses my neck "I couldn't bear to be too rough with you, the pain I give you is always to give you pleasure"

"Be calm Brad" I link one of my hands in his "I'm just feeling a burning sensation, nothing too different from other times"

"Are you sure?" He whispers fondly in my ear and then nuzzles my neck.

"Yes babe I'm sure" I rested my head on his chest closing my eyes and soon I felt him take a sponge and rub my breasts and stomach.

"Time to take care of my baby" he kisses my head "I love you so much y/n"

"I love you too, Bradley bear" my breath calms down enjoying the feeling. "Can I ask you something?" I look at his chocolate eyes for a moment.

"Whatever you want to" He answers with a cute smile.

"Why did you get that jealous of that guy?" I giggle.

"Being honest… you're one of the best things in my life right now and just the think of losing you for just one dumb guy drives me insane" he says in a lost and sad voice.

"You won't lose me..." I kiss him gently "I've been waiting for you for so long, it will always be you, and for you"

"But I'm still afraid of losing you... I waited so long for love and you showed up" he sighs and I can see tears in his eyes and i caress his cheek "you are the most precious thing in this world" a lonely tear leaks from his eye and I wipe it away with my thumb.

"You are also the most precious thing in the world Brad. I love you so much" I plant a little kiss on him "well I think we should go to bed, I'm really tired"

"true my love, can you get up?"

"Yeah babe" I get up out of the tub and grab one of the robes "Will you stay there?"

"No" he gets up from the tub and repeats my movements and I look at him mischievously

"I doubt you can reach me... softly" when I finish talking I run towards the room leaving him behind

"y/n! come back here!" I hear him scream before he comes after me

Who knew dating Bradley Simpson would be so exciting…

[trashcatsnark]

I love that Johnny is the kind of person who would kill for you no problem and fuck you untill you can't walk, but stuff like holding hands or saying geniuine compliments just cause him to short-circuit and he just can't do this. I think it's an interesting part of his psychology, that he's all about grand gestures (kill for you/die for you) and physical intimacy (sex and whatnot) but he's still very closed off and unwilling to engage with just like, small acts of affection that can't be easily brushed off. And, of course, he thinks he's being sooo slick and nobody can see how much of a fool he is around V, like, he's such a clown, I love that about him.

YESS YESSSS YESSSSSS SPOILERS WITHIN, I WENT ON ANOTHER RANT IM SORRY

I read a fic I believe it’s called 505 on archiveofourown, which in general, has had a lot of ideas and concepts I love and has birthed inspiration to some of my own brainworms (the idea of V getting stuck in like 2010-2012 in a like manufactured cyber pocket universe lives rent free in my brain and i really wanna play with that concept in my fic too cause i needed more flashback content,  and like wanted V to properly have some sort of interaction with the past versions of Rogue, Alt, Kerry, and Johnny, like it’s so good and i highly recommend checking the fic out, yeet!) 

And they state that Johnny’s basically the kind of guy who if you called him up, its life or death, he’d be there for you in a second. But, if you just texted to ask how his day is, he’d leave you on seen. He tends to think, act, and operate in extremes. Everything is always cranked up to eleven and high stakes; filled with passion for everything he goes near. Cause those moments revolve more around doing, acting on something, rushing in; whether its attacking Arasaka or fucking, its all about doing something and he doesn’t really have to put his emotions or his heart out there. He feels intensely, extremely, passionately, but he can’t properly articulate that when it comes to people on an individual level. He can scream until the cows come home about his ideas about society and the people on a grand scale, on the big picture, but when it comes to individuals and his intimate relationships the action should be enough, to him, should say everything. He can hide behind the extremes, act on his feelings without having to truly bare his soul. There’s a comfort in that, he can act on his feelings while still keeping his distance. 

But, that’s harder with domesticity, its harder with everyday intimate affection, its harder with someone who knows you inside and out. Because he’s now committed to not only being there in the extremes, he’s there for the mundane and monotony. He’s not just there for hard fucks and terrorists attacks; he’s there for V casually (though they’re also screaming inside) grabbing his hand as they walk somewhere together, he’s there for mornings that start with a kiss and a cup of coffee, he’s there for cleaning the apartment, taking care of a cat, cuddling on a couch while watching bad tv, trying to help V cook (once they get an apartment with a kitchen cause why the fuck doesn’t v have a kitchen cdpr), there for conversations that have nothing to do with life or death, and casual i love you’s being dropped because that word is no longer an emotional bomb, but a simple reality. 

No walls, no barriers, no fucking off until the next time someone needs him to die or kill for them/fuck them. Emotional intimacy becoming a part of daily life. And oh boy is that a fucking scary ass concept. 

Cause being there and sacrificing himself when V could potentially die, feels like a no brainer, of course he’ll do that, that’s what he promised, what’s right by them, and he’d die for them any day. If that’s what they need that is what he’ll do. And he’ll say so to anyone who asks, proudly. Cause he can to an extent hide behind it being the right thing to do, its the right thing to honor his promise, to try to save them from this unfairness, even after mikoshi he can explain it away as he owes V his life, he can hide behind his own moral code. Brush it off as being “right”. In Mikoshi when he tells V he plans to keep his promise; there’s no introspection of the emotional intimacy they built, he’s still trying to keep some walls up. Its’ “we’re sticking to the plan” “I won’t do you wrong.” He can hide and frame it as a promise, what’s right, which is a huge aspect of it no doubt, but we know he has feelings beyond that. His own guilt, he own care and concern for V, hell, there’s apparently even a line where it seems he gets mad at Alt, like genuinely mad that they can’t save V. 

“You promised this poor little shit a new life and you lied! You fuckin' lied!”

It was about more than a sense of duty and keeping his promise, but he can hide behind that. (And with just sex, he can hide behind sexual gratification, paint it as selfish desire)

But holding V’s hair back or rubbing their back when they’re sick and puking; not relic sick, not dying sick, just neurovirus/ate something that disagreed with them/or drank a bit too much, regular sick...is different. Because V doesn’t objectively need him in that moment; they will survive without his hands in their hair or rubbing down their back, They will survive without him checking on them and once they get it all out, carrying them to bed. There’s no right or wrong even, cause its no one elses job to care for V. 

It is a choice born purely out of an unselfish desire to make them feel better, to care for them even in the mundane troubles of life. And he can’t, though he’d try, pretend that it’s anything else. It puts his feelings on the table, bares his feelings in a whole other way. 

[ninja-bitch]

Hi~ I barely see any works for Gaara or Neji so can you pretty please do some NSFW headcanons for them? If you want you can throw Deidara in there too😔

Hi love! Sure thing! My favourite naruto characters are Shino and Kankuro, I definitely know what you mean! I did throw Deidara in, I also have a small crack-ish drabble on him I’m working on! 

I hope you like it, I wasn’t sure about those at first... Thank you for your ask <3

Gaara NSFW HC

Ok so hear me out. Gaara is a SLUT. For affection that is. He would have to be and feel close to any partner he gets with. He is not very outspoken and even when he gets down and dirty with someone his insecurities and self-hatred do come up. He needs some reassurance.

It would take him a loooooong time to have sex with someone. I do have so HCs of him just saying fuck it but overall yes, a long time and lots of trust. Also he is desert ninja president, so there’s always the threat of assassination looming.

Would definitely like to have sex with someone that can lead and guide him.Telling him what they like, asking him what he wants. Knowing how to read his expressions and reactions definitely helps.

Does not talk much, doesn’t make much noise. I think he might talk more if his partner starts. It’s very hard to get him to lose his restrains a bit. He’s very serious.

Pretty sweet lovemaking in general. Think deep and passionate sex too. Can get very very intense, I will say that.

Wouldn’t think about having sex if he is angry or tense but if his partner initiates it can lead to riskier and far less gentle sex. Profusely apologise after, his partner would have to tell him that they definitely wanted that, hence why they initiated it.  

Once comfortable with someone he may get a bit more adventurous I think. More authoritative too if that’s his partner’s thing. Nothing extreme but I think he wouldn’t be opposed to tying someone up. He’d get off on the trust they put into him.

Very good at reading his partner’s expressions.

I do think he has the potential to be a tease, like a huge tease that pretends to be innocent. Definitely, the most playful side of him during sex is teasing.

Likes getting hickeys.

Lemme just say that this is how you get sand up in your coocoo.  But don’t we all want some of that, deep down. I would. 100%.

Neji NSFW HC

Oh sweet mother of all mothers. NEJI. I had trouble with him. Because I mostly see him as someone who’d have sex to have children, see it as a mechanical/clinical thing that is necessary to do so, like a duty to future wife or something.

Doesn’t really see any other point to it at first. In his defence that’s about the only thing he knows about sex. He also doesn’t ask. Might even think of it as shameful. I don’t really know how his clan works, but I am pretty sure they don’t cover sex education. It would be pretty hard for any partner to actually try and talk to him about it at first.

I did stuck myself in a corner there, so let’s imagine he actually does learn that sex can be a pleasurable thing. He would want to see for himself, be at least a little bit curious.

I do think he would get pretty intense. Like serious and intense. He does like it. How the turntables. He’d easily take the lead too, surprisingly. Lots of eye contact happens during sex too, would want to see his partner’s face.

Doesn’t like kissing while cockdeep inside them, he is focusing.

Doesn’t see the point of oral sex at first. It’s all very very complicated for him to be honest. He might get the point if his partner communicates a lot. He’d be very good at it. Very dedicated to making someone cum and very much into having someone pleasure him down there.

He does know of aftercare though, he is pretty ok when it comes to it, he tries, he gets shy when it comes to raw intimacy.

Overall he’d be pretty good though.

Would listen a lot to his partner. The more he does it, the more he learns about him and his partner, the more into it he gets. If he’s had sex before with someone else, he does get a bit more open the second time around.

I do picture him as the type to have some sort of debrief after when he understands that communication does help a lot, very clinical, very blunt, but he means well. It might unwillingly become very crude, but he has to ask and practice talking about it. He’s putting a lot of trust into them.

Once he lets go of his shame or restrain, which takes a long time, he is very willing to initiate sex himself and try things out. Never too extreme, everyone here is willing to explore and try things out but he actually ends up being one of the most curious person out of the three I think.

I also think he’s sooo serious, if someone were to laugh, because funny noises happen during sex, funny situations too, I do think he would not like it. At all.

Deidara NSFW HC

I think Deidara doesn’t have time to think about sex much. He’s interested but definitely more interested in his art. And being a criminal.

I do picture him as someone who wouldn’t necessarily have sex with someone he cares about but would definitely have to like their aesthetic. If that makes sense. At the end of the day, Deidara is quite obsessed with himself and his creations and it can translate into his sex life.

I have this very very clear image of anyone asking him to use his hands on them and him being offended “You want me to do what? Excuse me?”. But he could and he would experiment still. But not when they ask. I think he would start ranting about his art if they did.

Frustrated sex definitely happens.

I don’t see him as a very caring, mature partner. Might get a bit frustrating for the person he’s with. As in he would not necessarily focus on them and their pleasure. Too bad because when he does, it’s good. He would focus more on himself, seeking his release and such.

Picture this: If he is satisfied himself, if he thinks his partner looks good aesthetically speaking, he is satisfied, doesn’t really matter to him if they are truly satisfied in the end. Would tell them to just give him a show if they say something. Would be offended though because he is somewhat very confident and he did, in his mind, paint a very pretty picture, so what do they want?

Would want to try very intricate and risky positions.

I think he might easily take offence if his partner tries to guide him or tell him what to do, because he thinks he knows everything. HOWEVER, he does learn some things and when they have sex again he tries to make it look like it was his idea or his initiative. May belittle them a little. They know nothing. Not very nice I’ll be honest.

He talks a lot it’s not even funny. Like he cannot shut up.

Loves oral and heavy make-out but he has to lead everything. It’s his piece.

His partner can and should take the lead though, take the lead and make him eat his own hands tbh.  He might discover some things he is into. Oh sweet denial. But I’m getting carried away.