#this is messy and i cant be bothered!!! enjoy!!

[egg2bones]

exam season

[rowarn]

TAKING WHAT YOU NEED (m.)

tags: afab!reader, no prns, a smidgen of hurt/comfort, soft!simon as usual, established relationship

cw: wet&messy, masturbation(reader), multiple orgasms, riding him<3, u pin him down and he lets u, creampie, simons uncut bc i said so, tiny praise, overstimulation

note: i wrote this against my will it was supposed to be simon bein lazy and making u ride him and do the work and it turned into a sickening beast. please enjoy it. MDNI!

; in which ur terribly horny and neglected for simon but hes so busy and tired u have no choice but to take what u need &lt;/3

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he's been so busy lately, almost distant without meaning to. you still get the sweet little bits of affection he always gives; a kiss to your forehead, and soft hand on your back when he passes behind you in the kitchen, your hand wrapped in his while u watch tv late at night, his hand petting your hair as you lay against his chest in bed.

but you want more, you're greedy.

it's been days since he last touched you. you're not used to the dry spells, simon always willing and ready to fuck u stupid into the mattress until u cant keep your eyes open anymore.

ur fingers simply could never compare to his. he's a man who studied your body, spent the better part at the beginning of your relationship playing with you and learning what exactly made you cum the hardest and easiest -- what your favorite spots and positions were. ur fingers tired quickly, leaving you with an orgasm u knew would be better if simon was the one with his fingers buried in your pussy

what did he expect you to do, honestly? when he came out of the shower with his towel low on his hips? his back to you as he rifled through his drawers looking for something comfy to sleep in, his back muscles flexing with the movement? were you just supposed to be able to roll over and sleep, go take a shower and act as if your panties weren't sticking to you from looking at him?

you wanted him so badly that it actually brought tears to your eyes. you didn't care how silly it was; you wanted him so bad it hurt.

"si..." you whimper, unable to stop how your voice wobbled when you spoke.

his head snaps back to look over his shoulder, brown eyes wide in concern. he briskly walked to the edge of the bed where you crawled to, sitting on your knees looking up at him pitifully.

"what is it, love? what's wrong?" his eyebrows were furrowed as he cupped your cheek, thumbing over the soft skin as his eyes analyzed every inch of you for signs of injury -- a little habit he always had.

"wan' you," you whine, placing your hands flat on his chest, moving down over his stomach where his abs flexed under the ticklish touch.

he scoffs, rolling his eyes before batting your hands away, "thought you were actually upset."

he sounds a little miffed, turning his back to you again to pull out the pair of sweats he had been eyeballing. he lets his towel fall and pauses when he hears you actually whine.

he says your name low in his chest, a warning. whether he actually wants you to stop because he's not in the mood or he just doesn't want to get started with it, you don't know. but it makes you pout a little, flopping back in the bed with a huff.

you hear simon shuffling about, getting changed into the sweats before turning off all the lights, save for a little nightlight you keep on beside you until you're ready to sleep -- on the dimmer side so it doesn't bother simon while he sleeps.

he crawls into bed with a sigh, leaning over where you're still pouting into the pillows to kiss your temple.

"i'm just tired, love," he coos, no malice or annoyance to be found in his voice. his hand comes up to rub your back and you fucking whine again, making him pause, "pouting like this is a little pathetic."

he's teasing you, you can hear the huff of a laugh under his voice. tears prick your eyes again and you petulantly push his hands away to sit up. he's leaning back against the headboard, staring straight at you.

"it's not my fault you've been neglecting me!" you whine, crossing your arms over your chest.

he actually throws his head back and laughs, "neglecting you? 'cause i haven't given you dick in a few days?"

"it's been more than a few days!" you spit back. although he's taking your bratty behavior in stride, you're actually a little annoyed.

he rolls his eyes and holds back a yawn, "you'll live. just...use that little vibrator you've got, it'll get the job done."

he goes to roll over and go to sleep but you make a noise that doesn't sound like your usual pouting -- it sounds actually upset. it pauses him in his tracks and he looks at you through the dim lighting.

"it's not just that," you mumble, flopping forward to smush your cheek against his chest, "i wanna have sex because i like being close to you, si...of course it feels amazing but i like being connected with you like that....'cause i love you."

he's still for a moment before his hand finds purchase on your back, softly rubbing against you in slow circles. he hums in his chest and kisses the crown of your head.

"'m sorry, love," he coos, "didn't think about that."

"it's okay..." you mutter before sobering up and sitting up to smile at him, "u get some sleep, i'm gonna go...take a shower."

he watches you crawl out of bed and root through your drawer, pulling out that vibrator he just mentioned and slink into the bathroom. it makes his heart ache a little but he slowly lies back against his pillow. his eyelids grow heavy as he lays there and before he knows it, he falls asleep.

he wakes again when you crawl back into bed, the smell of soap still fresh and wafting off of you. you keep your back to him as you curl into yourself in that cute little way that you do. it makes him drowsily smile to himself before he closes his eyes again.

but he can't fall asleep. you begin shifting and fidgeting almost as soon as he settles, it keeps him awake. he wonders what the problem is but his tongue feels heavy in his mouth.

you roll onto your back and he hears you sigh to yourself. his eyes crack open and he sees you staring at the ceiling. you glance over at him, not seeing the way his eyes are ever so slightly open.

he watches you slowly spread your thighs and your hand slide under the blanket, watches the way your brows furrow as you begin to slowly work at yourself.

his cock twitches in his pants; as tired as he is, no man would be able to sit there like nothing was happening while watching the one he adored touch themself.

he watches you, vaguely hears the wet, sticky noises of you touching yourself. he wonders if you're just working your clit in tiny little circles or if you've maybe stuffed a finger or two inside to get the feeling of being stretched. his cock hardens even further against his thigh and the sleepiness he felt begins to melt away but he can't bring himself to fully open his heavy lids.

after a few minutes, you make a frustrated little huff and pull your hand out from under the blanket, using a tissue on your night table to wipe your fingers off before flopping back into bed. you don't make another move to touch yourself, instead stare into the very dimly lit room in what he can fully understand is frustration. he even hears your sniffle a little bit.

his heart gives a painful little tug. he watches you close your eyes and obviously attempt to fall asleep. his own cock is throbbing by now and he's sure you're uncomfortably wet.

"got a problem, love?" he asks softly, voice thick and heavy with sleep.

he sees you jump and your eyes snap open before you look at him, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. how cute, he thinks.

"si?" you whisper, "did i wake you? i'm sorry..."

he can actually hear the guilt in your voice as you apologize, "all your tossin' and turnin', not a man in the world woulda been able to sleep through it," you look even guiltier and he reaches out to place his hand over yours that's on your stomach above the blanket, "thought you went and took a shower to take care of that problem?"

you look almost defeated and shrug, then a look of embarrassment crosses your face and he feels the need to click his tongue and tell you none of that, but you speak before he can, "couldn't um...you know...finish..."

he's quiet when you say that. he could tell, obviously. the way you pulled your hand out of your panties and nearly cried in frustration. he huffs through his nose in a noise you mistake for annoyance and give him a sheepish, half-hearted smile.

"sorry, si," you mutter, leaning over to kiss his nose, "i'll be still so go back to sleep, 'kay?"

he watches you lean over and flick the switch to your little nightlight, plunging the bedroom into complete darkness at last. he feels you shift one last time and then nothing.

he should simply go to sleep, he needs sleep. he's got a busy day ahead of him, like always. his hard on is starting to flag from watching the sad little display of you so embarrassed and disheartened. he could easily close his eyes and drift off, get his precious z's in.

but he just can't. knowing that you're going to sleep with sticky panties and completely unsatisfied because you can't seem to make yourself cum despite how badly he knows you need it.

he sits up and leans over you, hearing you make a confused little noise before he flicks the dim little light back on. you're staring at him in confusion but he doesn't offer any answers as he grabs your arm and hoists you out of the blanket you'd nestled yourself under. you let him manhandle you until you're sitting on his lap with him laid back in his pillows still.

"let's get this off you, love," he mutters, hands sliding up the t-shirt of his that you wore.

you make another confused noise but let him strip the fabric off of you anyway, "si..? what are you doing?"

"what do you think?" he asks, shoving the blankets away from him and haphazardly tugging the band of his sweats down so his half-hard cock is freed.

"y-you should be sleeping, si, really--" he interrupts you by forcing you to stand on your knees so he can tug your panties down and off.

you're so wet that there’s a mess of stickiness that clings to the fabric, making little strings that break when he pulls them down all the way.

"fuckin' hell, love," he whispers, his cock quickly hardening completely once again against his stomach, "you were plannin' to sleep while you were this fuckin' wet?"

you look sheepish again, "w-what else was i supposed to do..?"

he grits his teeth because he knows you're right; he hadn't exactly done anything except brush you off and tell you to deal with it yourself. it wasn't like he gave you the green light to ask him for help.

"sorry, love," he whispers, cupping the back of your head to tug you down for a kiss, "shouldn't 'ave been such an ass."

"wha-?" you shake your head, "you weren't, si. you were tired and i was just bein’ too needy."

he huffs out of his nose and grabs your hips, shifting so you sit directly on top of his heavy cock. your eyes roll back a little at the feeling of his hot length against your sensitive cunt.

"nah, was bein' selfish," he mutters, "knew you wanted it 'nd i chose to sleep. you even told me you just wanted to be close with me and i shrugged it off. i've missed you too, love, you know?"

"really?" you ask softly and his heart gives that painful throb in his chest again. had you doubted him? that didn't sit right with him.

"course..." he whispers, biting his lip. he wasn't used to being vulnerable and open with his feelings, so being put on the spot while telling you how he missed you made an uncomfortable feeling stir in his chest.

quickly understanding this, you shift against his cock, grinding your hips back and forth in smooth, slow motions. it makes his head sink back into the pillow; you're so wet that you slide effortless against him, covering him in a coat of slick juices. your motions also make his foreskin slide along his length as well, making him twitch every time the leaky head is stroked.

"fuckin' hell..." he groans through gritted teeth, "c'mon love, you do the work, yeah?"

you desperately nod your head and stand on your knees, gripping his cock to line him up with your entrance. he stops you for a moment with a hand on your wrist, a little glare in his eyes.

"you need prep?" he asks, a sweet little question that makes your heart melt despite yourself.

simon was a lot to take, thick and long. he always bumped against your back wall before he even fully bottomed out. the stretch was a sting that always made you both pause until it went away lest it hurt too much to continue.

you shake your head, "i-i used the toy and my fingers...earlier..." you remind him.

his grip on your wrist slackens at that and you take the chance to slowly and carefully sink down on him, jaw dropping open at the feeling of being stretched so fully by him after however many days.

you're greedy and needy, not even pausing as you quickly descend and take more and more of him in. it's faster than you usually handle it and he moves quickly to grab your hips and stop you, intent on making you take a second to adjust before taking all of him that you can.

you make a strangled noise akin to a sob in your chest and look at him with angry little tears in your eyes. the sight makes him pause and his cock twitch.

you slap his hands away harshly and continue taking all of him despite his apparent protests. he's taken aback by the little show of aggression.

"shit, love," he growls, brows furrowed, "is that how it is then?"

you nod your head and let your eyes roll back. it wasn't very often that you got to ride him, simon was more of a 'do all the work' type of man but this position definitely allowed you to take more of him than you usually could when he had you folded up into whatever positions he wanted.

once you took him as deep as you could, your hand flew down to your clit and with a few little circles and slow grinds of your hips, you were clamping down around him and cumming with a cute little squeal and a gasp.

he felt you soak him with your cum, his eyes locked onto where he was buried deep inside you. when you pulled up, he could see the creamy ring of cum around the base of him.

his head slammed back against the bed as he gripped your hips, your hands on his flexed forearms for support as you began to fuck yourself on his cock with a vigor he hadn't ever seen from you.

you hadn't ever been this needy before. seeing you fucking yourself completely stupid on his cock, only moans and sobs of his name to be heard besides the underlying squish of your cunt being stretched and stuffed.

"fuck!" he groaned, feeling the way your pussy clutched and pulsed around him as you angled your hips just right to hit that tender little spot that made you gush messily around him.

you once again slap his hands away from your hips. he glares at you, preparing to scold you for being such a brat but then you do something that shocks the words right out of him.

you grab his wrists and pin them beside his head on the pillow, using the grip as leverage to really begin fucking yourself back onto his cock. his jaw falls open, little moans and gasps escaping his throat as he watches you work yourself to another peak.

your tits bounce from the way you fuck yourself back on him and he wishes he could reach up and cup them, pinch and roll your hard nipples just the way you like. but he doesn't want to break this little hold you have on him, pinning him down like you think you're in charge. it's cute, really, the little show you're putting on.

it's clear he's denied you so much this whole time that you've simply snapped and now you're determined to get your fill until you've orgasmed so much that your little brain just melts. and he's more than happy to be there, not even lifting a finger and merely being a nice, hard cock for you to cream all over.

he has to admit, it's alluring to see his sweet little love acting so desperate.

he doesn't know how many orgasms you work out of yourself, but it's enough to have covered his cock and thighs thoroughly in your cum. he doesn't mind. you've always been quite a bit messy when he made you cum. but you've never came this hard and this much before. he's not even sure you're giving yourself a chance to come down from one high before you've worked yourself into another.

he's speechless, content to just lay back and watch the desperate show you've put on for him until your movements finally begin to slow.

you go from bouncing on him and pinning him down to grinding against him and cupping your own tits. your body is covered in a sheen of sweat from the workout and he's sure your thighs are fucking burning by now. you're panting and your eyes are half lidded as you stare down at him.

for the first time in a long time, simon feels...small. you had just fucked yourself better than he ever had using his own cock. the thought of that made him twitch inside you and he sees the corner of your lip twitch up and you smile at him. the heady, frustrated, desperate look in your eyes fades and you look so satisfied. the weight that he hadn't realized had been on your shoulders is gone and you lean down.

he tilts his head up and meets your lips in a kiss. your tits squish against his chest and he finally moves his hands from the position you'd pinned him in earlier and he smooths his palms down the length of your back, making you shudder.

"gonna let me cum now, love?" he asks breathlessly.

when you nod, your whole world flips and you find yourself on your back, simon pins your legs open with a rough grip under your thighs and begins working his hips.

it's clear you're painfully sensitive; your clit is swollen and tender, your whole body twitching when he meanly presses his roughened thumb against it. your hands once again find purchase on your tits and you squeeze and tug at your nipples.

he fucks you at a leisurely pace, listening to the filthy, clicking noises coming from the complete mess that you've made of your cunt. your eyes roll back and he rolls your tender little bud under his thumb until you seize up in one final orgasm that makes you kick your feet out helplessly.

“there it is…” he coaxes, tossing his head back to moan when you tighten like a vice around him, “so good f’me. that’s it, ride it out, little love.”

you've no choice but the ride out this final, painful orgasm on his cock as he fucks you through it to his own end. he spills inside you, pumping his hips a few more times, watching his own cum mix with the mess of your own that oozes and drools out of your gooey little cunt.

you flop against the bed when he pulls out, both of you panting and you trembling from the overstimulation.

he flops down onto his side of the bed with a sigh, eyes finally growing heavy once again as his exhaustion catches up with him alarmingly fast.

usually, he would clean you up and fix the mess you both left behind but he just truly can't bring himself to even consider getting out of bed. so he tugs you against him, listening to you whimper when more cum drools out of you from the way you involuntarily clench from the continued aftershocks of your numerous orgasms.

he hums and holds you close, dragging the blanket from the foot of the bed over both of you, kissing your forehead before tucking your head against his chest.

he would deal with the aftermath of the night tomorrow, when you both have clear heads. though, he's sure you're going to be sore. he can't wait to see it, he muses.

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[soobnny]

dating him | bang chan

❝ have i told you how beautiful you look this morning? ❞

CHAN | lee know | changbin | hyunjin | han | felix | seungmin | jeongin

chan as ur bf wow congratulations

it’s giving strangers to lovers if i’m being fr

u just meet on a random tuesday like nothing out of the ordinary

conversation is made and for SOME reason, chan always feels the cogs in his head stop turning when he’s talking to u

like it feels like he’s constantly on the run all the time so how come with u it’s so different

what did u do to him

well wtvr long story short, he FELL

fell hard

now he’s ur bf

ok hear me out

perk #1: unlimited supply of his hoodies

he’d love it too .. when u wear his hoodie

doesn’t even try to act upset or bothered that u’re stealing his clothes

sometimes he’s the one to even put it on ur bed so u can wear it after u shower

or when u’re coming home from the dorm and when u open ur bag .. oh! his hoodie!

“ah, i must’ve misplaced it 😅😅😅”

yeaaaaaaaaah sure

sure u misplace the hoodie in ur very pink bag instead of his black bag

u’re not very slick christopher bang

u don’t mind tho

his hoodies are always xxxxl in size and it smells like him

perk #2: u have ur own man wife

that man knows how to do everything

he can fix ur sink, build u a table, put oil on ur doorknobs so they don’t harden, can clean, like what can’t he do

have u seen hometown cha cha cha? he’s giving very Chief Hong in his skills

(minho does too but we’ll talk about him in his post)

oh, did i mention he can cook too

one of his favorite little mini dates is when u just go thru cookbooks together

and then … cook

i’m sorry this man is a sucker for domestic things like this

and cooking together means u also grocery shop together

a fun challenge he made up is where u pick up random ingredients and try to make something decent out of it

maaaaaan he’s just giving husband

anyways back to cooking

imagine him in the kitchen right

and he’s tasting something new he made

ofc u’re curious too cos wow whatever the hell he’s making smells and looks good

when you try to ask him if you can taste it, he’d KISS you

“how do you like it? 😏😏😏”

😳😳😳😳

he’s getting bold

he does strike me as shy at first in relationships

and then when u’re together for long, u’re like damn this man kinda freaky

perk #3: his dog

berry loves u

like sometimes even more than chan

(it’s bc u give her extra treats when u can)

u walk his dog together early in the morning

it’s kind of become routine

u’d just get out of bed with messy hair and still in ur pajamas while chan is perfectly ready bc he loves waking up early when he can

u don’t even care that u look like a mess

bc chan always reminds u how beautiful u are every morning

so … messy hair and pajamas … putting the leash on berry and walking outside

it’d just be quiet mostly on the walk

there’s no need for conversation with chan sometimes

chan would say he finally knows what peace means after meeting u

his favorite scene ever is coming home and finding u asleep on the couch with berry

he has a million pictures of that on ur phone

like different days, same scene

sets it as his lockscreen even

on nights u can spend together, u enjoy watching cringy christmas movies w him

cue recreating the scenes

except it’s a massive failure bc both of u just can’t stop laughing

u especially love those christmas movies one

“I DONT HAVE A TWIN WE CANT RECREATE THE PRINCESS SWITCH”

u end up just falling asleep together

ofc not without cuddling and intimate kisses

chan finds he sleeps easier bc of u

he used to always find it so difficult to fall asleep before

so how come it’s as easy as closing his eyes now

btw u two most probably have promise rings

and he most probably wears it as a necklace

and he loves hugging u from behind

chan loves being able to nuzzle his cheek on ur back and hold u

he’d probably do that thing where u’re unaware and then BAM a pair of arms around ur waist

his chin on ur shoulder

oh Wow….. wow i just made myself crazy thinking about that

he’d lean in to kiss ur neck or ur chin bc it’s closest access

and he’d just look at whatever the hell u’re doing

chan loves looking at u

does that sound creepy

he just loves observing u ok !!!!!!

esp when u’re doing something u love

his heart goes 💗💞💕💕💝💘💖💞💓💓

bc that’s his baby

he just adores u tbh

u could just be standing there and chan’s looking at u with heart eyes

anyways whatever CONGRATULATIONS

u guys will probably last forever bc he’s whipped and so in love

he’s giving me the More In Love vibe

like when he falls, he FALLS

happy 4 u

note. credits to user @.luvknow for the layout of this post! let me know what you think! please discuss these with me i’m crazy

[thebettertraiaad]

Yan!damian blurbs

Scenario!; highschool sweethearts ay, teen au, highschool bs, damian being over protective.

Warning!; voyeurism, stalking, breaking and entry, kidnapping, murder&burying the body, reader 100% supportive/enabler, shit dialog, tracking device, sweet teen shit, reader also being a yan!, fem!reader.

Yan!damian who kisses you like you're the only thing keeping him together, its surprising with how cold and indifferent he usually is(like a damn tsundere)

It's raw, deep and passionate it usually gets you all hot and bothered with how he does it so seamlessly, how his tongue and scent hit you like a truck. It's a force of habit he does since it's what he needs rather than a want, he wants to feel you, hold you. Its like the end of the world since for him it probably is, with his vigilante work and all that being exposed to more larger and stronger opponents, and you know damian how much he enjoys pushing his physical limits.

Yan!damian who holds you like a lifeline whenever you two cuddle, especially those cold afternoons where you two aren't doing school work or anything. Usually he has you on top of him since its easier to trap you that way, it doesn't matter if your heavy or not since he probably could lift a damn closet and chuck it at someone.

"do you know I love you right?"

Now that isnt to be taken lightly for him, he dedicates life, loyalty and anything he has to you. Like what you do to him, its not a match made in arkham more like hell with how he acts. Always stalking you in the school halls if he could, whisking you away from your friends whenever he has time or its lunch.

Its usually hamrless,

Till his jealousy gets the best of him, but this was damian we weice on him, now he stands there in your room, with a human shaped bag that smells of death.

"he deserved it hayati, we need to get rid of it." He stated matter of factly.

"of course, you're dragging me into this, and don't put that on my bed."

Pushing off he bag letting it roll like a limp sushi on the floor. He really needs to check his manners, and it didnt help that he came when your parents were asleep downstairs!

"your lucky Im your girlfriend."

Already getting up to get the hand held saw and rubber gloves since you didn't want to be messy, and you were probably going to have to wear a shirt you don't like so it could be burned.

"damn right, I'll be waiting in the car."

"yeah but bring that shit with you, I dont want it stinking up my room." Reminding him since he seems to forget your just a civilian who cant lift 50+ pounds of dead weight.

Yan!damian never felt this in love before, he knows it is with how his heart is always thumping hard against his ribs like a bird trying to escape its cage, his eyes dilated and everything you do seems to capture his attention.

You're literally covered in blood, the cleaver hacking away at the upper part of the guys body whilst he did the bottom half since it would be quicker. Maybe he enjoys doing this because be could see you in that red substance that makes you more alluring, this man deserved it. It repeated in his head over and over, trying to justify his own sick actions. But he had been doing this for years, you seem to not care but still heavily scolding him for doing so every time.

His sin, the fire to the cattle that burns at the stake. Maybe its just his hormones trying to make you more vexxing, covered in red—

He needs to pull himself together! He is already a murderer but he cant lust over someone like him.

The nerve of him.

You thought, he was always so casual with this but it was annoying how he couldnt even wait a full year! Sure this was a one time thing but truly you thought he might have gone a whole year without killing anyone.

Maybe its because you expected too much, well your helping him now so there is no turning back....

After doing that you both drove out of gotham with those parts, 30 minutes. Thats all you both had before having to go back, after a good drive he stops at a random wooded area.

Only digging three foot holes since you two didnt have time for that besides the drive back is hell a long.

Yan!damian now in your apartment, freshly cleaned and showered smelling like your products and wearing your clothes(obviously). You already passed out in the bed after finishing drying your hair because of how tired you were from all that, he layed next to you, in that cramped twin bed where you both laying at.

He was content with this, no matter how wrong this was.. but as long as you were here, it doesnt matter .

Yan!damian going on as usual with his school life, obviously far from a suspect as the police was investigating the sudden disappearance and how bruce wasnt suspecting him, which was good.

His hand held yours whilst you walked, the snow crunching beneath both your feet whilst walking.

"do you want to check out the new cat cafe with me?" He just suddenly asks, he cant help keep track of stores and quiet places that might be perfect for dates whenever he's on patrol, his rough calloused hands against your softer skin, warming them together.

"sure, what time?"

"3pm in the afternoon, dont be late."

Sweet ahh fic that I just copied from my first account since Im too burnt out to write anything 🫠

[noobsoconfusing]

‘heartworm’_hamzahthefantastic

tired and sleepy conversations with your boyfriend who doesn’t shut the fuck up .

fluff, suggestive talk about martin, family ideas, cuddling in bed, established relationship.

>_<

one thing you noticed about your boyfriend is that he has many things inside his head, a raging –almost painful– need to tell you everything he is thinking about, and while you thank him for the trust, you can’t help but wonder if he analyses the things he says out loud before verbally vomiting them.

“y/n, are you awake?” hamzah’s voice came out soft and groggy, his low tone dragging in a whisper made you open your eyes almost so quick that it hurt.

“hmm, yes.” you replied, adjusting your sight to the dark room.

“do you…wanna talk?” he shifted on the bed, turning his body to face yours. he had a small smile as he looked at you. you felt warm.

the way his hair was messy, and his face so naturally familiar to you felt almost dreamy.

hamzah’s big sleepy eyes made your heart feel like a cooker bomb. weird comparison but to be honest you could almost feel the way it was going to explode anytime.

and god, you love him so much. unexplainably so damn much. he thought the same of you.

“cant sleep, huh?” you asked, getting closer to his body under the covers, but then you felt how one of your cats, probably blue, squealed. he was probably sound asleep between hamzah’s body and yourself, always looking for warmth. the protection of his cat parents

“mmm, nope, not really.” he sighed. “have so much stuff going on, you know? inside my mind, i mean.” he admitted, one of his hands travelled to your face, and he stroked your cheek only to feel some sort of contact. “so fuckin’ pretty, huh, you’re my pretty girl..”

you leaned into the touch like a needy pet, and he couldn’t help but smile, heart feeling full.

“whats inside your mind, hamzah?” you asked curiously.

although you were extremely tired and sleepy, hamzah always came first to you. soul intimacy was important, not only sex, and you wanted to know what was bothering him or keeping him awake at such indecent hours.

“you. always.” oh. “like, for real, y/n, and i don’t wanna sound obsessed, even though yeah, i am pretty much obsessed with you–,” he paused to swallow. your heart felt so heavy with a feeling you couldn’t quite describe, but only hamzah made you feel. “i am always thinking about you.”

to be reciprocated, to be seen. hamzah made you feel seen, as he pretty much matched your deep feelings for him. –oh, y/n, you match my freak!– his voice filled your head. so nice.

“i feel the same way” you bluntly said. “each day i feel like we have been dating for my whole life, because this crazy funny feeling never really goes away.” by that you meant, the exciting feeling of expectation and young love.

first love.

he giggled, low tone. “right! i know, it’s like, okay, like i feel like i am a kid in love, you know? all silly and nervous around you, but at the same time i feel like we have been married for ages!”

to be reciprocated, to be seen. to be in love.

“i love you, hamzah.” you admitted, your voice suddenly softer.

and he didn’t reply, instead, he lifted the covers all the way up till they were engulfing your bodies, the closeness was comforting, and his arms moved around your frame until a hug was crafted. so perfect and tender. his body was like a boiler, providing you of heat, almost like a heat pad for cramps… but man sized.

he looked at you, big round eyes silently speaking, hoping you hear them, –god i love you, i love you so much you’re my fucking world, i wanna spend my whole damn life by your side.– silent confession.

instead, he says;

“have you ever had tapeworms?” hamzah asks out of the blue.

you blink. blink twice. then three times. and then you sigh, remembering your boyfriend was just, well, just like that. it didn’t ruin the atmosphere though, you enjoyed… whatever the fuck he was trying to say.

“hmmm, i don’t think i have had tapeworms, no” you answer snuggling up to his bare chest.

hamzah hums. “it’s fine, me neither by the way, i just asked ‘cause whenever i think of you my heart feels like it’s got a tapeworm inside of it…”

silly, you thought. lovely.

“yeah. i think i know what you mean.”

“i think it’s in the way we match each other so fucking well, yeah? i never thought i could find a person that just… loves me… for what i am…” he said and you felt your heart skip a beat.

your eyebrows furrowed. “elaborate.”

“for instance, you’re my friend, but also my girlfriend, but also my wife, but also my best friend, and not only that, you’re also like, my life partner, you know?”

ugh, stupid fucking feelings. you felt so deeply about hamzah that your heart felt like it could burst out anytime.

“hey, i love you so much it’s almost overwhelming.” you admitted, melting into his touch. “for so long i thought nobody would ever notice me or listen to me or even just, be my friend. or try to take the time to understand me…” your voice lowered at the end of your sentence.

he groaned at how close you were. satisfaction, of course.

“you’re so beautiful, y/n.” he kissed the top of your head. “like, i also thought that martin would be my only friend forever, as scary as it sounds.” he laughed and you did too.

“hey! martin’s nice!” you defended your friend.

“i mean yeah, i love him too, but it’s different. not in the way i love you, and i know he doesn’t love me in the way he loves mandy.” he explained.

“yeah, i know.” you laughed sleepily, as you leaned onto hamzah’s body. it helped a ton that he slept shirtless because you liked the raw closeness.

“martin is cool, but if i had never met you, i would have blue balls and an empty heart!”

“and gay allegations, still.” you added, laughing.

“but most importantly blue balls..” hamzah said serious, with a sigh.

“huh?!”

“i can’t fuck martin. i can’t make love to martin, though, just think about it.”

“dude…” you said, trying not to burst out laughing out loud.

“i have thought about it, but only before meeting you, it’s just weird!” hamzah explained, with a nervous smile on his face.

“you don’t have to think about that, hamzah!” a smile creeped up on your lips. an awkward one.

“right, i know.” he defended himself-, “i don’t think about it anymore, i was just a lonely man before you, though.” ah, you knew that.

every time they could, mandy and martin made sure to tell you how much of a loner miserable man hamzah was. a painfully single dude. even the slushies would be constantly commenting jokes about it.

“because you’re weird that’s why…” you joked and he clicked his tongue. “that’s why i love you”

“you know, before you; it was my hand, lotion, tissues and me against the world.” he listed as if it was a great accomplishment.

as if it was something super fucking serious. to be fair, it was very serious to him.

“no video?” you joked. it felt so nice and genuine to talk about silly stuff like this with your man.

he stopped to think for a second. “nah, just my imagination. always imagined you though, even before meeting you i always imagined someone like you.” he kissed your forehead.

“wow, how romantic, it’s almost as if you’re not talking about beating your meat.”

as you both comfortably joked and laughed, a nice silence filled the room.

hamzah pulled you closer, which you thought was physically impossible, but still, your body thanked his devotion for physical affection.

his low voice broke the silence.

“y/n…”

“yes, hamzah?”

he sighed, holding your waist close to his own. you could feel him, feel him merging with your body, but it was nice, not really anything more than intimacy.

“i can’t wait to have a family with you.” he said, the weight of the confession leaving his chest felt so good.

your eyes opened wide. and you stuttered to reply.

“we are a family.” you said.

the cats, him, you. yeah, a family as god intended, right? but still, you knew what he meant. and you wanted it too.

“do you think we’ll be good parents?” he asked, the tone in his voice indicating he was being honest, being hopeful. he hoped for you to say yes so badly.

you thought for a moment…

“i think we’ll be okay, hamzah.” yeah.

“we’ll be okay, love.” he said, but it was almost as if he was trying to reassure himself.

hamzah wanted a big family, and he liked thinking about caring for the little humans you’d create together.

and the room filled with silence yet again, as you heard his calm breathing, you realised he had fallen asleep. the comfort of his embrace made you fall asleep as well.

hamzah felt so safe with you, so understood. never judged at all. he said weird stuff, but you always had a smile on your face. never grossed out by him, never angry, always loving.

it was nice. to be reciprocated, to be seen.

the heartworm inside his heart wiggled happy, eating his flesh and leaving a trace of only you.

>_<

hope u liked this. i did. heh.

[traiaadd156]

Yan!Damian blurbs

Scenario!; highschool sweethearts au, teen au, highschool bs, damian being overprotective

Warning!; stalking, voyeurism, breaking an entry, kidnapping, murder&burying the body, reader 100% supportive/enabler, shit dialog, tracking device, sweet teen shit, reader also a yan! Fem!reader

Yan!damian who kisses you like you're the only thing keeping him together, its surprising with how cold and indifferent he usually is(like a damn tsundere)

Its raw, deep and passionate it usually gets you all hot and bothered with how he does it so seamlessly, how his tongue and scent hit you like a truck. It's a force of habit he does since it's what he needs rather than a want, he wants to feel you, hold you. It's like the end of the world since for him it probably is, with his vigilante work and all that being exposed to more larger and stronger opponents, and you know how much he enjoys pushing his physical limits.

Yan!damian who holds you like a lifeline whenever you two cuddle, especially at those cold afternoons where you two aren't doing school work or anything. Usually he has you on top of him since it's easier to trap you that way, it doesn't matter if you're heavy or not since he probably could lift a damn closet and chuck it at someone.

"do you know I love you right?"

Now that isnt to be taken lightly for him, he dedicates life, loyalty and anything he has to you. Like what you do to him, it's not a match made in arkham more like hell with how he acts. Always stalking you in the school halls if he could, whisking you away from your friends whenever he has time or its lunch.

Its usually harmless.

Till his jealousy got the best of him, but this was Damian we were talking about. His emotions always had a vice on him, now he stands there in your room, with a human shaped bag that smells of death.

"he deserved it hayati, we need to get rid of it." He stated matter of factly.

"of course you're dragging me into this, and don't put that on my bed."

Pushing off the bag letting it roll like a limp sushi on the floor. He really needs to check his manners, and it didn't help that he came when your parents were asleep downstairs!

"your lucky Im your girlfriend."

Already getting up to get the hand held saw and rubber gloves since you didnt want to be messy, and you were probably going to have to wear a shirt you dont like so it could be burned.

"damn right, I'll be waiting for you in the car."

"yeah but bring that shit with you, I dont want it stinking up my room." Reminding since he seems to forget your just a civilian who cant lift 50+ pounds.

Yan!damian never felt this in love before, he know it is with how his heart is always thumping hard against his ribs like a bird trying to escape its cage, his eyes dilated and everything you do seem to capture his attention.

You're literally covered in blood, the cleaver hacking away at the upper part of the guy's body whilst he did the bottom half since it would be quicker. Maybe he enjoys doing this because he could see you in that red substance that makes you more alluring, this man deserved it. It repeated in his head over and over, trying to justify his own sick actions. But he has been doing this for years, you seemed to not care but still heavily scolded him for doing so.

The nerve of him.

You thought, he was always so casual with this but it was annoying how he couldnt even wait a full year! Sure this was a one time thing but truly you thought he might have gone a whole year without killing anyone.

Maybe its because you expected too much, well your helping him now so there is no turning back...

After doing that you both drove out of gotham with those parts, 30 minutes. Thats all you both had before having to go back so after a good drive he stops at a random area and starts digging three inch holes to let nature decompose the body faster.

You dragged the upper part of the torso trying not to trip on the veins around the area before putting it in the biggest hole, and he did the rest in putting the other parts away.

Yan!damian is now in your apartment just finished up showering, and of course he is wearing one of your clothes. A plain black fitted top and sweats you rarely use now because of how you had many types of nighties, of course you were tired with all the dragging and driving so immediately you passed out when the pillows hit your head after cleaning up.

Damian knew police wouldn't really look anywhere outside gotham and usually 24 miles so the body wouldn't be found, it would probably rot and be eaten by bugs and create mushroom spores since the location was filled with trees and greenery so it would fit right in.

Time skip

Its been a few months from that on so you had probably forgotten about it but its somewhat still fresh on his mind.

Yan!damian always checking up on you, walking you to your classes and giving you food(?) he always says "I just thought you might have forgotten breakfast, take it." Or "I heard you like this candy/drink/food so I bought it since I passed by 711."

Trust me this man doesnt eat anything he doesn't find fitting, gummies? That's not halal, chocolate? But its not dark chocolate so no.

It is hard to read him and know what he liked but you managed, he liked art but that one was too obvious and the animals part too. He's a sucker for sweets but only the good stuff.

Of course yan!reader also keeps tabs on him, all in the hopes of keeping track, spiking the food you made for him with a nano tracking device so it would stick in his esophagus. It's small enough he wouldn't notice but could at least track him inside or outside of gotham which was worth the effort on making it.

Yan!damian holding your hands when you complained of being cold even though you had three layers on, a shitty excuse he obviously indulges since he likes to hold you in some way.

"do you want to check out the new cat cafe with me?" He just suddenly asks, he cant help it. Usually on patrols he keeps track of stores and quiet places that might be perfect for a date, his rough warm hands somewhat tightening on your softer ones.

"sure damian, what time?"

"3pm in the afternoon, dont be late."

Ngl I made it a sweet ending bc I was kinda stuck in the whole murdering people part so I made it a little wholesome(even if its not, stop looking at me weird😭)

[bear-remn]

—shu headcanon's!

hi! I've been thinking a lot lately about the Sakamaki brothers and I came up with some headcanons that maybe you guys can enjoy too, the first one in this series is shu so enjoy! also a little art piece i make during maing this post.

tw: there are some nsfw headcanons!!! if you dont like that content dont read it!

his looks and selfcare

i do think that shuu is very, good looking, shu has that kind of elegant beauty, with his fine face and a straight nose, clearly his eyes are what attract the most attention when you see him for the first time, also shu has a very penetrating and fixed gaze, in addition to the fact that his blue color makes him have a captivating look and sometimes makes people nervous without realizing it, just because of his natural gaze.

even so, shu does not realize how attractive he is, at least not entirely, mostly bc he doesnt take care of his face, like he dont put any cream or special soap on his skin, he is totally the guy that barely wash his face and has a perfect skin.

but i do think that when he wants to, he definetly put sunscreen bc thats what he thinks is makeup for men.

and maybe this is a little... dirty? but i truly belive shu does'nt shower too often, maybe three times a week? or sometimes two, and he does not smell, like too bad, bc he dont sweat for some reason, but does sometimes stink with that smell, when somebody is for too long in a bed... that kind of smell.

and the times he showers he truly takes that shower like if it was his last, ofc is a bubble bath and he puts some candles and music while he just rest in hot water. is shu's private moment with himself. and he loves vanilla and chocolate candles.

and about shaving, he has a happy trail, but cant grow a hole beard, for some reason it just grow under his chin and it bothers him so he shave it right away. and about his body hair it is very thin and not so visible.

talking about skin, something shu needs, is to feel soft things to the touch, like his sheets, he makes his bed all the time and loves the smell of vanila or lavanda the bed has when its recently done, and its the same with his clothes, he needs cotton clothes, if shu feel something that is minimally rough or that makes his skin itchy, he never wears it again or throw it away.

shu does not brush his hair too often, mostly bc its not hard to control and he likes how he looks with messy hair.

i like to think that shu has a wide body, big shoulders and a thick waist, he has a prominent v line, his arms are a little thick too, and his hands are big, but his fingers are more thin and long, as he use to play piano. and he takes care of his nails, doesnt put nail polish but do cuts them and keep them clean.

random stuff

sometimes shu doesnt realize his shirt is inside out, and he realize just when somebody else point it out. but shu dont care.

shu is actually a goosip, so he puts one of his earphones bad just so he can hear what people are talking even if it had nothing to do with him.

and a little secret of him, when shu cant sleep and is alone, he looks at cute/funny (mostly shitpost) videos, memes and photos of animals, shu is totally an animal lover.

on his vacations shu loves to watch a reallity shows, he loves drama of famous people, but ofc shu doesnt talk about this with anyone. and definetly watch them when he eats. not too often tho, it has to be a really good show.

shu has a record collection in his room, next to a wall full of vinyls of his favorite music, he doesn't use them much but enjoys collecting them.

and bc of his childhood he is actually really smart but bc he is miserable and lazy he just dont show it nor in his life or in the academy. and also as a little revenge to his father (who punish him by sending shu to alaska lol).

shu actually dont like human food, he find it boring, but do enjoy eating meat, almost raw, but not too much, bc after that his stomach hurt a little. he does like coffe or hot chocolate sometimes and better when it has milk.

and my favorite little thing about shu, i think shu dont play in consoles, not play station, not xbox, not nintendo, nothing like that. so he only play games in his phone, but not anygame. shu either playes puzzles games or play subway surfers, or both, who knows. and he loves the music of that game, it always stick into his mind when he hears it.

NSFW

so, shus dick... is great, maybe too dirty of me to say but u truly belive that shu has a pretty dick, like maybe more thick than normal, with two prominent veins and heavy balls. and its a little biger than average, probably like 19 cm. i had to say it.

also, i belive shu is a switch, ofc loves to be dominant but also enjoys being dominated, with a limit.

shu loves to tease people in any chance he gets, like, when someone (specially a girl) find out that he likes to hear woman moans as music, he tease them to make them nervous like "what? would you prefer me to just hear you? want me to make you moan? hehe". or when a girl is wearing something too revealing too close to him, like he sees someone underwear or a little peak of her chest shu be such an ass "wanting to show me something? how lewd of a woman you are huh" all of that with his sly smirk.

he flirts in a very... one of a kind, like he teases but also like to make physical contact, at firts he just do it in a way to make the other person nervous but with the time he craves the physical contact, he loves feeling his skin touch another skin, what makes him sleep naked.

shu is more perverted than laito canonically, but i think that shu is more romantic about it, like put passion in it, you can feel the conection with him when having sex. specially bc he loves making eye contact and touch everything he can. he craves to melt into your skin and its really intense. he holds you with possessiveness, hard and intense. almost needy, but shu isnt like quick and fast or desesperate. he is more the kind of sloow and deep, nice and steady. kind of guy.

and bc of his intense desire, he loves foreplay, and best of it, he knows how to do it right, i just know he can read people to know what someone like to make them weak. he also loves kissing, tongue. theeth and lips, he have to kiss at every moment, and if you moan into his mouth he just gets worked up. he would definetly make you grind on his leg while kissing. clearly he does the leg thing, he know things.

shu is a big fan of 69, like he loves to get sofocated while you suck him, and he does it right, loves to play with your clit like crazy, but he isnt rough, but if you ask for him to be more rough he get into it, until youre fucking trembling. and he expect you to cum in his face, afterwards he is happy just to be there.

and his favorite position in bed is either cowgirl or spoonign, firts bc he like when you take control, and seconds, he gets to hold you and be close to you and not making too much effort.

in the case of cowgirl, he loves pushing up to go deeper, and all of that while watching you face, damn he loves it. also likes to hold you waist, and watch you support your body with your hands on his legs, that way he can see better your boobs as you move. when he is close he bites his bottom lip so hard just bc he wants to see you how you cum as well, literally make you look into his eyes while doing it. and if he can, shu will sit up just to kiss you and and look into your eyes up close. he loves to intimidate you with his gaze.

"cmon... keep looking at me... dont take your pretty eyes off mine..."

and if you refuse to lok at him, shu would hold you face to make your eyes meet his.

and in the case of spooning, he grabs you close, like if shu wants to get into your skin, would hold onto your tits or your belly with one hand while he other is in your neck, making you look back at him while he trust into you deep and nice. would kiss your shoulder, your neck, your back, any little part of your skin that is close to him, he would kiss it gently, and if shu speed up a little, you would hear his hot breaths in your ear, occacionally biting it.

"fuck... you're mine, you know that?... only mine.. say it..."

"you're my woman... hear it?... say it... i want to hear you..."

the aftercare is another story to tell, basically he would be either too lazy to get up or just by luck he has something to clean up in his drawyer. he is the kind of men, that would prefer to stay dirty for a while just to hold you a little longer, definetly tease you for another round or just kiss you softly as he carees you hair or skin.

this man craves you with passion, and its touch starved.

── more of my content here!

[goldfades]

devin booker is such a cutie and i loveddd his little vlogs from the olympics. maybe you can do something with that like him wanting to film you all the time and his commentary is just complimenting you

aaaaaa stop he's actually so cutie patootie i cant explain it, i hope you enjoy this blurb, hon!!! also pls send more dbook requests, i'm OBSESSED.

The camera lens follows you before you even realize it, the red light blinking in the corner of your vision. You glance up from your phone, catching Devin in the act—elbows propped on the breakfast table, camera balanced in one hand, a lazy, satisfied smirk curling his lips.

"Babe," you warn, but it’s barely a threat. More like a sigh of someone who’s already lost this battle.

He hums, zooming in on your face. "Damn, look at her," he says, voice low and slow, like he’s narrating something sacred. "Most beautiful woman in France right now. Maybe in the whole world."

You roll your eyes, hiding your smile behind a sip of coffee. "You’re ridiculous."

"Nah," he counters easily. "I'm just speaking facts. MVP of my life, real Hall of Fame career."

The camera shifts as he leans back, giving you a full frame in the morning light—messy hair, oversized Team USA hoodie, the remnants of sleep still softening your features. You know he’ll use this footage later, probably cut it into one of his little vlogs, add some vibey music and slow motion like you’re the main character in a documentary he’s directing. And maybe you are.

You reach across the table, fingers brushing his wrist as you push the camera down. "Eat your food, Spielberg."

Devin just grins, but he listens. Sort of. He sets the camera down but doesn’t stop watching you, like every little thing you do is something worth remembering. He takes a slow bite of his toast, still smirking, like he knows something you don’t.

You raise a brow. "What?"

"Just admiring my girl," he says, like it’s the simplest truth in the world.

You snort, shaking your head. "You been admiring me this whole trip. Should I be concerned? You forget what basketball is?"

He clicks his tongue, setting his toast down and leaning forward on his elbows. "Basketball's cool and all," he says, real slow, like he’s about to say something real dumb. "But have you seen my girl in the morning? Crazy."

You groan, tossing your napkin at him, but he just laughs, catching it before it hits his chest. "Devin."

"Y/N," he parrots, grinning like a menace. "Admit it, you love the attention."

You roll your eyes, but the warmth in your chest betrays you. He’s been doing this the whole trip—whenever he’s not playing, he’s got that camera trained on you, narrating like you’re some rare phenomenon he discovered. You, minding your business? "Look at her, man. Beautiful." You, drinking water? "Hydration queen." You, fixing your hair? "Damn. How’d I pull this?" It doesn’t matter what you’re doing—he’s documenting it like it’s the highlight reel of his life.

You sip your coffee, giving him a flat look over the rim. "You know, people probably watch these vlogs for the actual Olympic experience. Not you thirsting over your girlfriend for ten straight minutes."

He shrugs, like the thought doesn’t bother him at all. "They’ll get what they get," he says. "I’m just keeping it real."

You shake your head, exhaling like you’re exasperated, but the smile pulling at your lips betrays you. "And what exactly is real?"

He leans back, hands behind his head, stretching like he’s got all the time in the world. "Real is me waking up every morning next to you and thinking, 'Damn. I really won in life.' Real is me looking at you across the table and forgetting whatever else I was supposed to be doing. Real is—"

"Okay, okay, I get it, Shakespeare," you cut in, throwing another napkin at him.

He chuckles, catching it with ease. "Don’t hate. You knew what you signed up for."

"Did I?" You tap your chin, pretending to think. "I don’t recall agreeing to be the unwilling star of a Devin Booker original production."

"You did the moment you said yes to me."

You shoot him a look. "I don’t remember you asking."

"Didn’t have to," he says, smug as ever. "You been mine from the jump."

The worst part? He’s not even lying. You’ve been his since the beginning, since before Team USA, before all these hotel breakfasts and stolen moments between games. He’s always looked at you like this, always made you feel like the most important thing in the room.

And you? You’ve always let him.

You sigh dramatically. "Fine. But if I’m the star, I should at least get a cut of the profits."

"You get all the benefits already, baby," he says, reaching across the table to steal a bite of your toast. "You got me."

You scoff, smacking his hand away. "Oh, lucky me."

He winks. "That’s what I’m saying."

Later in the day, after practice and a quick shower, you and Devin head out to grab lunch at one of the dining halls. The Olympic Village is buzzing—athletes from all over, decked out in their country’s gear, weaving in and out of the food stations, balancing trays stacked with enough protein to feed a small army.

And, as expected, Devin’s got that damn camera out again.

You sigh, already feeling it before you even turn around. "Devin."

He hums innocently. "Hmm?"

"You’re filming again, aren’t you?"

"Maybe."

You spin on your heel and, sure enough, there he is, camera up, zooming in on your face like you're the most interesting thing in the room. You stare him down. "Booker."

"Y/N," he mimics, like this is all very normal behavior. "The people need to know what I deal with daily."

You cross your arms. "And what’s that?"

He grins, turning the camera back to himself. "Pure, unfiltered hater energy."

You blink at him. "I just wanna eat my food in peace."

"That’s what I’m saying," he nods, flipping the camera back to you. "Look at her, man. Just tryna enjoy her lunch. No thoughts, just vibes. Gorgeous."

"Stop commentating like I’m a nature documentary," you groan, turning back to the buffet. "I’m literally just picking out pasta."

"Majestic," Devin says under his breath, zooming in dramatically as you put some penne on your plate. "Her natural habitat: the pasta station."

You glance at him over your shoulder. "I will throw this at you."

"Do it," he challenges, still recording. "It’ll make great content."

You exhale through your nose, fighting a smile as you grab a bread roll. "I’m gonna start charging you for this. You’re getting premium footage."

"Oh, you get paid in full, sweetheart," he says, sliding up beside you and snagging a plate. "In kisses."

You scoff. "Tragic. Where’s my check?"

Devin lifts the camera slightly, angling it down at you. "Babe, I am the check."

You burst out laughing. "This is actually the worst vlog of all time."

"Nah," he smirks. "This is a Devin Booker classic."

You roll your eyes and head to the drinks section, and of course, Devin follows, still filming like some dedicated documentarian. You pick up a bottle of water, and before you even twist the cap, you hear him behind you.

"There she go, hydrating. Love that."

You exhale sharply through your nose, gripping the bottle tighter. "Devin."

"Y/N."

"Drink your juice and stop commentating my every move."

"You’re just so fascinating," he says, trailing after you to the checkout. "Like, look at her. Existing. Being beautiful. Crazy."

"You need a hobby," you mutter, grabbing some utensils.

He lifts his tray in one hand, keeping the camera on you. "You’re my hobby."

You finally turn, pointing your fork at him. "That’s actually sick behavior."

"And yet," he grins, leaning in slightly, "you love it."

You pretend to think for a moment, then shake your head. "Nope."

Devin gasps, putting a hand to his chest. "Damn. So that’s how you feel?"

"Yup," you say, popping the ‘p’ and walking off to find a table.

He follows, camera still rolling. "Cold world, man. Cold world."

"You’ll survive," you say over your shoulder.

"But at what cost?"

"You’re such a drama queen," you mutter, finally sitting down.

Devin sets the camera on the table, still aimed at you, and slides into the seat across from you. He leans on his elbows, watching as you take your first bite of food. "So beautiful," he sighs.

You point your fork at him again. "Swear to God, if you don’t cut it out—"

Devin just laughs, finally cutting the camera off. But the way he looks at you? Like you’re still the best thing in the room? That doesn’t stop.

TOP COMMENTS

user01: this isn't even an olympic vlog anymore. this is 'devin booker simping for his gf: the documentary.'

user02: the way he narrates her every move like she's a rare species in the wild 😭 'her natural habitat: the pasta station' had me in TEARS.

user03: y/n trying to exist in peace while devin provides live commentary like an nba analyst 😭😭

user04: the way he follows her around like a lost puppy. bro is not real.

user05: she really said 'this is the worst vlog of all time' while devin was calling her the love of his life LMAOOO, she's the #ihatemybf final boss

user06: y/n threatening him every five seconds but still letting him film her. true love. thats how every man should be

user07: men, take notes this is the standard now!!!!

[pupkashi]

scars

gojo learns to love the scars on his body

a/n: hi friends ! here is sweet and soft lil something about our favorite white haired sorcerer <33 thank u for the request and i hope u guys enjoy :3

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he stares at it every morning. when he pushes his hair back to fix it and put on his blindfold, when he wears a shirt that isn’t his Jujutsu uniform. his eyes seem drawn to the faint scars on his forehead, neck and chest.

they seem jagged and out of place compared to the rest of his smooth and perfect skin, serving as a reminder of his failures and losses.

“g’morning pretty boy,” you mumble, walking past him and sitting on the toilet, too asleep to notice the way satoru jumped, quickly letting his hair fall to cover the scar.

the pet name seems unfitting as his eyes move back to the mirror, his reflection staring back at him. “morning sweets” he finally answers, washing his face and grabbing his toothbrush.

“what’s wrong?” you ask, still as intuitive as ever when it came to your lover.

“‘m fine, just a bit stressed,” a tight lipped smile as he hands you the toothpaste. you don’t believe him, but you decide to hold off until at least after you’ve woken up a bit more.

you don’t say anything as the two of you continue to get ready, letting your gaze linger on satoru. there was nothing you could think of that could’ve made him upset so early

it’s a bit quiet as you both make your way into the living room, flowing easily as you two make breakfast, making each others coffee, with satoru carrying the plates to the table and you the coffees. (the last time he carried the coffees burned his hand and spilled both cups everywhere.)

and as he’s about to head out the door you’re pulling him by his collar, fixing it a bit and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. satoru melts into your touch, hands slipping around your waist and all worries being thrown out the window.

“have a good day angel boy,” you mumble, pressing on last kiss to his lips before pulling away.

“cant be that good if I’m not with you,” he pouts, not bothering to make a motion to leave, not until you’re forcing him out the door as he whines ‘just one more kiss!’

it’s anytime there’s a reflective surface, he’s stealing a glance, making sure his neck is covered. he’s so careful about it, wanting to keep his scars hidden, too ashamed to show them to the world.

“sensei is that a scar on your neck? that’s so cool how’d you get it?!” yuji’s voice is enthusiastic and his eyes are glimmering as he stares up at his teacher.

satoru physically tenses at the acknowledgment of the scar on his neck, quickl flashes of that day coming into his mind. geto, riko, where it all went wrong.

“just a nasty fight is all” he shrugs his shoulders, hoping the younger boy would drop the topic.

“but if you have infinity how’s that happen?” his brows furrowed as satoru tries to calm himself down.

“yuji come look! megumi found something!” nobara calls out, the pink haired boy rushing to her side as making their way to their other friend.

satoru’s hand unconsciously brushes over the raised skin, recalling how he’d tried so hard to get the skin back to normal, begging shoko to help him.

that afternoon he’s wearing a bigger sweater, letting his messy bangs fall over his forehead and trying his best to cover up his neck when he catches you staring at him.

“what?” he asks, a nervous smile on his lips. did you realize how ugly they were? were you finally done calling him pretty?

“nothin’ you just look so pretty” you sigh, smiling as you press a kiss to his cheek, hand reaching to push his bangs out of his eyes. satoru stops you immediately, his much larger hand wrapping around your wrist, eyes wide as he realized what he’d done.

“I’m sorry” he mumbles, hand shaking slightly as he lets go of you, rushing into the restroom and taking deep breaths. you were gonna hate him after that, you would realize how fucked up he was and you were gonna leave him and-

three soft knocks on the door pulls him from his thoughts, “angel boy? you okay?” you sounded worried, and he couldn’t help the tears filling his eyes.

“I’m sorry if i overstepped, i didn’t mean to” your voice smaller, satoru opened the door immediately, almost instantly pulling you into his arms.

“no you didn’t” a shaky breath leaving his lips as he debates on where to go from here. “it’s just, i don’t really like my scars,” he frowns, eyes averting your gaze.

you gently take his hand in yours, leading him back to the couch, watching as he tentatively fiddles with the hem of his sweater, pulling it off of him.

there’s a scar running from his neck down his chest, the skin raised ever so slightly. he shrinks as your eyes land on the skin, clenching his jaw when he lifts his bands and reveals the smaller scar on his forehead to you.

“they ruin everything,” he whispers, watching as your fingers ghost over the skin.

“may i?” you’re looking up at him, and he doesn’t know what the emotions swirling behind your eyes are, but he nods anyway. shivering when your fingers make contact with the skin, trailing down the entire length of it.

he jumps a bit when you place a feathery kiss to the top of the scar, he watches as you continue to kiss down his chest, following until the end of the scar. your hands feel cold compared to his now flushed skin, watching as you look up at him.

you don’t say anything as you cup his face in your hands, pressing a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose. “they don’t ruin anything, pretty boy,” your words laced with love.

“but-” he begins, the shake of your head cuts him off, the slight furrow of you brows is enough to have him stay quiet.

“no, i don’t wanna hear it,” you frown, “they don’t make you any less attractive, they don’t make you any less of my pretty boy,” the words comfort him in a way he never thought words could. the warmth blooming in his chest has his eyes watering slightly. “in a way they show how much you’ve grown, what you’ve learned and lost” you begin, your fingers intwined with his, grip tightening a bit.

“you don’t think they look, i don’t know, ugly or out of place?” he pouts, still not daring to look into your eyes.

“don’t be silly angel boy,” you grin, pushing his bangs out of his face, pressing a kiss on his forehead, atop his small scar, “nothing about you could ever be ugly, you’re the prettiest.”

his cheeks are dusted pink as a small giggle slips past his lips, finally meeting your gaze when you gently lift his chin with your index finger.

“but as much as i love you, you smell like sweat,” you scrunch your nose up, “so go shower,” laughing when his jaw drops, letting go of your hand and sniffing himself, scrunching his nose in agreement.

satoru doesn’t hesitate to wrap himself around you, smothering you in a hug, laughing loudly as you struggle to free yourself.

after his shower satoru’s eyes linger on his scars, the dewy mirror distorting his reflection slightly. for the first time since he can remember, satoru doesn’t think about that time when his eyes land on his scars, rather he thinks of the love of his life, the one who comforted him through it all, the one waiting for him now.

a small smile on his lips when you welcome him into bed, clinging to him as soon as he slips under the covers. you pull him close to you, peppering kisses along his jaw, then his cheeks and finally landing on his lips.

“you’re my pretty, angel boy,” you whisper, eyes staring into his cerulean ones, “i don’t want you to ever think otherwise,” pressing one last kiss to his lips before cuddling into his chest.

instead of flinching away, he lets you. he lets himself relax as your hand rests over the scar, only the thin fabric of his t shirt separating your fingers from grazing the skin. he relaxes into your touch, smiling when you press kisses to any open you see, whispering compliments into his ear, comments reserved for only him.

slowly satoru finds himself not even glancing at his scars in the mirror, he no longer tugs at his shirt collars, and he doesn’t dread staring at the mirror. he doesn’t sleep with a shirt anymore, and he walks around shirtless, a boost of confidence shooting through him when he catches you staring.

they no longer feel out of place or ugly. not as you kiss them, each press of your lips more filled with love and tenderness than the last. not as your fingers ghost over them, giggling when he flexed his abs under your touch. not when you accidentally let slip that you think he looks hotter with scars.

not when you’re there to kiss away any insecurities he has, to push away any doubts in his mind with a shower of compliments.

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[loves0phelia]

Red And Blue

Summery: His canon event.

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: kinda gore at one point nothing too crazy, grammar mistakes.

A/N: I'm so sorry for the amount of mistakes this probably has but i cant be bothered to care more i just want to get this fic out. Listen to my tears ricochet as you read

Rafe had always been good at hiding things. He kept his head down, stayed out of the spotlight, and made sure no one looked too closely. But ever since the bite, since the powers, since the responsibility that came with it, lying had become second nature.

Especially to you.

It killed him, really. Every time he bailed on a movie night, ignored your texts, or showed up bruised and breathless with a half-baked excuse, he saw the confused and hurt look in your eyes. But what was he supposed to do? Tell the truth? That he was ditching every time to swing across rooftops, and fight criminals? No. That wasn’t an option.

Tonight was no different.

“Are you serious, Rafe?” You leaned your head down, phone pressed against your ear, voice sharp with frustration. “You're leaving me again. You promised this time. I know you don't like school events but just once please”

“I'm sorry” he muttered, running a hand through his already-messy hair. “Something came up.”

“Something always comes up. What is it this time? And don’t tell me it's homework or family stuff, because I know when you’re lying.” 

“I just…” He exhaled, as if a weight was pressing on his chest. “I can’t tell you, okay?” He swallowed hard.

Silence. At first he thought you hung up but he could still hear a faint shuffling from the other end of the phone call.

The silence was somehow worse than you cursing him out for bailing.

“Why not? I thought we told each other everything.” your voice was softer this time, more fragile

God, how badly he wanted to. He wanted to tell you about the fights, the injuries he had to patch up alone, the weight of trying to be a hero when all he wanted was to be a normal guy. But if he told you he'd put you into too much risk.

He couldn’t let that happen.

So he did what he always did.

He lied.

“I just need you to trust me,” he said even if his chest ached. “Please.”

You thought for a long moment, then shook your head with a sad smile even if he couldn't see you. “You say that like I don’t already.”

And that hurt more than any punch he’d ever taken.

Because he knew he was running out of chances. The more he lied the more it felt like you were walking away.

“Welp” you said, popping the P, as if trying to lighten up the mood, before taking a small pause. “I'm already half ready and Gwen really wants us to go to the party so if you change your mind just call me?”

"Okay," he whispered into the phone.

"Bye, Rafe." The call ended with a soft beep, leaving him alone with the silence. 

“i suck” He let out a heavy sigh, groaning as he flopped onto his bed. The mask, half-folded over his face, slipped down, unfolding on its own. It rested against his nose—a quiet, relentless reminder of the responsibilities he has over the city.

"Heyyyy!" Gwen called out, sprinting toward you from the front steps of the school, where she had been waiting. Her face lit up the moment she spotted you approaching.

You hesitated, glancing at the building behind her, you could hear music thumping from inside. 

“Rafe is not with you?” she asked, looking around you thinking she might have missed him.

“No, you know how he is. He bailed again” you sighed.

“What is his problem?” She didn't wait for an answer and continued, “you know what? let's forget about him and just have fun” she looped her arm with yours and instantly began dragging you.

The homecoming party was in full swing, music pounding against the walls, and laughter echoed through the gym where it took place. It reeked of sweat, and the floor was already sticky as if someone had dropped bottles of juice on the floor and honestly if Rafe was here you would have begged him to leave with you already.

You tried to enjoy the moment, despite the nagging feeling in the back of your mind. You clutched a red Solo cup filled with non alcoholic fruit punch, swirling the liquid mindlessly. You knew you’d only take a few sips—just enough to look like you were part of the fun.

Beside you, Gwen nudged your arm with a playful grin. “Come on, loosen up a little! It's homecoming, not a funeral.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “I’m trying, okay? This just isn’t really my scene.”

 “You mean you don’t love being crammed in a gym full of sweaty high schoolers who haven't  learned what deodorant is yet, with music so loud it could cause permanent hearing damage?” Gwen dramatically gasped.

“Shocking, right?” You smirked.

“Alright, no excuses. One dance. Then I’ll let you go back to brooding in the corner with your untouched fruit punch.” She grabbed your hand, pulling you toward the dance floor

You sighed but let her drag you along anyway , attempting to let go of the tension in your chest just for a few minutes.

But it didn't last long. 

A single phone rang loudly, cutting through the music—then another, and another, until the entire gym was filled with the sound of alerts. Conversations stopped, and a wave of confusion swept through the crowd as people scrambled to check their phones. Those who had left theirs at home leaned over shoulders, desperate to see what was happening.

It was an emergency alert.

A link attached to the notification led to a live report from a hovering news helicopter. The shaky footage showed Spider-Man in a brutal fight with something massive—a creature that towered over him. Gasps and murmurs spread through the party as people recognized what they were seeing.

Another lizard.

New York had seen its fair share of Dr. Curt Connors copycats, but this one was different. It was bigger—almost dinosaur-sized; its scaly skin was reflecting the city lights as it tore through the streets. The ground seemed to shake even through the screen.

“This… this one’s huge,” someone whispered, their voice barely audible over the growing panic.

The realization hit all at once. This wasn’t just another mad scientist playing with forbidden experiments and  chemicals. This was something worse. And it was heading straight for the school.

The battle outside was relentless. The massive Lizard roared, its tail whipping through the air, sending cars flying like toys that weighed nothing. Rafe gritted his teeth, webbing up debris and yanking himself through the air to keep up with the monster’s destructive path.

Every web he shot was torn apart and all his strength did nothing against the creature. Rafe's body ached, exhaustion creeping in faster than he wanted to admit. The Lizard was too strong, too fast, and it was pushing forward, heading straight toward the school. Toward you.

He forced himself to move, barely dodging a swipe of the creature’s paws. His vision blurred for a moment, his limbs trembling. His suit was torn. He was too weak. He wasn’t going to make it.  

Then he saw it. In that small moment of hesitation, that single breath he allowed himself to take, the monster had surged forward. Its massive feet slammed into the school celling, reducing the entrance to ashes. Dust and debris shot into the air as the walls groaned under its weight. His chest tightened—he had wasted precious seconds

A deafening explosion sent shockwaves through the school, knocking people off their feet. walls shattered, dust lifted in the air, screams filled the gym, all the lights were shut off putting the school in full black out and the once-lively party descended into chaos.

Everyone was running frantically, The entire building shook as you all felt the creature getting closer seeking destruction. All you could hear was the scream of people desperately trying to find an exit. 

“We have to go!” Gwen took your hand and began running but there was nowhere to run, the school was falling piece by piece.

The next thing you knew, the Lizard’s massive paw tore through the ceiling, debris raining down. Screams got louder and louder. It wasn’t just destroying the building—it was tearing apart anything in its path.

Even students.

You barely had time to process the horror unfolding before your eyes. The sickening sound of ripping metal, the desperate cries for help—it was too much. You wanted to run, to do something, but your body felt frozen in place, paralyzed by terror.

And then you saw it.

A lifeless hand, limp beneath the rubble. A shoe that hadn’t been there seconds ago. Blood smeared across the floor where moments earlier, there had been laughter.

Your breath hitched, your chest was tightening with a grief so sharp it felt like it might crush you. This wasn’t just destruction. It was a massacre..

You barely had time to process  it before a chunk of debris came crashing down—right toward you and a figure dressed in red and blue dropped from the ceiling and came at you as fast as light could travel.

In a blur of motion, you were flying through the air, held tightly against a strong chest. 

“You need to go!”  Spiderman yelled as soon as he dropped you back on your feet. But you couldn't hear him over the roars and the screams.

Before you could respond, a violent force knocked you both apart. You tumbled across the floor, the wind knocked from your lungs and the monster hovered over you. 

Spider-Man lunged, webbing the creature’s face and yanking it backward. “Run!” he shouted at you, desperation in his tone. He fought with everything he had, flipping, dodging, striking with all the strength he could collect. But the Lizard was relentless.

Then, in the chaos, you tried to run—but the Lizard’s tail lashed out, striking you hard. The sound of impact was harsh. You hit the ground with a sickening thud.

“No!” Rafe’s voice cracked, Something inside him snapped. Rage flooded his veins, and every ache, every ounce of exhaustion vanished.

With a furious roar, he attacked. His punches came harder, his movements faster. He webbed the Lizard’s limbs, yanking it into the ground with a force that shattered concrete. He didn’t let up. He couldn’t. Not after what had just happened.

Finally, with one last web the monster was tied to the floor unmoving and unconscious, the host of the lizard and succumbed.

But none of it mattered.

Rafe stumbled toward you, collapsing beside you before pulling his mask up to truly see you.

 “No, no, no—come on” he pleaded, his hands lifted your head up and he felt the liquid pouring out of the large gash behind your head. His blood stained hands trembled as he brushed the hair from your face, his vision blurred with tears. “Please, Y/n—”

Your eyes fluttered open slightly, breathing shallow. A weak, bittersweet smile ghosted your lips. “I always knew,” you whispered. “I always knew it was you.”

Rafe froze, his breath catching in his throat.

“I just… wished you told me,” You murmured, fingers barely gripping his suit. “I still would’ve… loved you.”

Tears streamed down his face. “No, don’t—don’t talk like that. You’re going to be okay. I promise, I—”

But you exhaled one last breath, your hand slipping from his suit. Your body went still.

“Please, no. i love you” he lifted your body further into his as if his warmth could bring you back but it didn't.

And after that moment the canon remained intact.

[serejae]

STUCK BY THE GLUE ! | ZB1

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WHAT ! - zb1 with a crafty s/o

WHEN ! - (warnings) , petnames

WHO ! - (a/n) hi!! tysm for requesting! this was so fun to make, and ahhh its so cool you like crocheting i wanna learn sometime c: but i hope this was up to standard and that you enjoy ml :-) keeep requesting guyssss <3

not proofreadddd

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K.JIWOONG ;

! - this man is so chill about it pls.

! - he knows when the house is too quiet that it only means youre on your new fixation

! - whatever it is, painting, drawing, pottery, or crocheting he’ll love accompanying you during it, he’ll come out and sit by you and you both will yap. or if youre more of a listener he’ll tell you stories or just say random things while admiring the focused look on your face when you do the things you enjoy.

!- loves it when you make stuff for him. if you make something for him. a drawing? he’ll frame it or if its tiny enough will put it in his phone case. jewelry? will wear it all the time. keychain? if he put it on one bag and wanted to use another one, hes switching out the keychain

! - this man loves when you have such creative hobbies that you can tell him all about

Z.HAO ;

! - oh boy hes ready

! - whenever he finds out about your hobby automatically hes buying you supplies (he doesnt know what to buy he just searched up ‘needed materials for ______” ). and if you run out of storage, trust hes 5 steps ahead of you. he bought and figured out a organization plan so you wont have to dig through messy buckets for your materials

! - he just wants to see you happy and at peace, and your his ‘little creator’ or as what he calls you. you dont have to do nothing when your with him. just create, he’s got the rest (clean up crew)

! - when you make stuff for him, hes smiley on the outside, but crying on the inside. like his baby made THIS. for HIM?? he likes to gatekeep lowk…so he wont tell EVERYONE or be pushy about showing it off but itll be discreet. like to the point someone will have to ask, then he will talk about it. (he just likes the thought of keeping the things you made for him to himself >:)

! - such a supportive bf :’-)

S.HANBIN ;

! - okay i keep saying theyre supportive BUT TRUST

! - he likes to bother you while you do your projects, but he knows to keep some distance to keep you peace. so while your doing your craft in lalaland you hear “baby, babe, my love, honey, darling” in all sides of your ear, just for him to go “your so pretty” when you look at him…and you cant really be mad at that :-)

! - like jiwoong loves watching you from afar, but once he’s only focused on you thats when he shuts up (nicely) . he’s too busy admiring you and will definitely take some pictures of you for his wallpaper, homescreen, pfp, atp on his face

! - if you make something for him or his hamster collection (ddungjjungham or binni) he’s crying. “OH BABY FOR ME?” “for binni” “so for me😐”. we know he lost ddungjjungham (rip you baby) but somehow he didnt lose the hat and scarf you crocheted for ddungjjungham…

! - he loves you and wants to be as comforting to you as your hobby is

S.MATTHEW ;

! - has no idea whats going on but his amazing partners good at it so he loves it !!!

! - a “go kylie go!” boyfriend for sure. when your doing your hobby he sits there wondering what your doing, why your doing that, why does it look like that? but your doing it so it must be the right and only way. will look up videos to silently watch to see how the video explains the steps your doing

! - after a while of observing he starts the talking. he helicopter you, start looking the project in all different directions while asking when its gonna be done, whyd you do this technique, why are you so perfect? but its all in love and after like 5 minutes he lets you have your peace and watches you

! - when you make stuff for him he will not shut up. someone needs to put tape over his mouth. (if your in a world where idols can date, he’ll talk about it on streams) but to his members “y/n made me this” “oh look what y/n made” “why can you guys be like y/n 🫤” . i know gunwook is TIREDDDDD

! - a very curious and proud bf ^_^

K.TAERAE ;

! - hes so infactuated

! - he’ll be eating and watching you do your hobby and talk. watches your movements and listens to your peaceful voice. the best of both worlds. he doesnt ask too many questions or bother you too much, he just stares blankly and thinks “thats my soulmate”

! - if hes feeling like a pintresty boyfriend he’ll learn a song on his guitar and sing as you work, so you both can learn and do something together. he’ll often catch himself looking away from his chords tutorial and staring at you. the way your face is when your focused. hes just in love :-/

! - when you make him stuff hes in shock, cause you thought of him when you were doing what makes you happy? if you made him a keychain he’ll hang it onto his guitar case cover if you make him anything he can hangup or wear, he has a whole wall of just your creations and loves when people ask so he can just talk about how you made it, how talented you are, how you two met, how much he loves you, just you.

! - please let his man sing and serenade you as you do your hobby

S.RICKY ;

! - oh here comes mr perfect 😒 /j

! - if you guys didnt know ricky actually draws too and studied visual arts, so he’ll adore having a crafty s/o. he’ll first watch you do your hobby loving how at calm and zoned out you look. after a bit he creates lazy date nights where you both create your crafts and give them to each other. you’ll normally get a drawing or you or you and ricky from him and you give him your craft

! - please he’ll use the things you make him to the brim. a keychain? hanging it on all his bags. a painting or drawing? hes hanging it up on his bed side wall so when he sleeps he sees it. you make him a outfit peice (or outfit) will wear it every where he goes. cause everyone needs to see your outfit, and your outfit needs to see the world

! - loves it when he sees you put his work out and showing it off. he’s then reminded on why he enjoys art so much. you brought his soul out for him :’-)

! - just a crafty couple in their world

K.GYUVIN ;

! - hes one thats adventurous enough to actually attempt your crafts.

! - its not like the other members were intimidated but they enjoy letting you have your own thing to enjoy, something you can run to at the end of your stressful day. but gyuvin? he wants to destress with you

! - anything you wanna do? you start on it and he’ll watch a youtube video on how to do it. if you help him he’ll look at you with the most lovesick smile because your sharing YOUR hobby with him. at first hes pretty messy at the beginning but with a bit of help from you, hes got it down. before you could even make him something, he made your something first. (show off >:\) and he giggles each time he sees you with it…like you thought it was that good to keepppp?

! - when you make him stuff hes not crying (#2), not shutting up (#2), and screaming. hes so honored. he has so many photos in his camera roll and he’ll show them off as much as he can. but will be a little salty when you make more stuff for eumppappa then him but i guess its fine���

! - a “whatever you do i do” bf :p

P.GUNWOOK ;

! - another admirer

! - loves the energy and dedication you put into your work and it’s definitely worth it. when you leave him alone he looks through your finished work and guesses how long it took for each one to be finished. and when he finds out hes always shocked even if his guess was right , your dedication is another reason why he loves you so much

! - if you come home unmotivated or tired for any reason, gunwook already has you covered. you look for your crafting materials but find that its not its normal spot. you walk out to ask gunwook only to find him set up blankets, snacks, and a movie with your materials on deck. “i figured you’d need it”

! - if you ever make him anything his jaw is on the floor cause theres no way you put your love and energy into this. something made for your boyfriend and only your boyfriend. he knows how to brag about you without making it so obvious like matthew. he’ll sneak it in so people will talk about it but wont tell him to shut up

! - cupid pls get this man up

H.YUJIN ;

(platonic :-)

! - is in total awe

! - how can someone just craft something like that with their mind and hands? he loves watching the process from start to finish. this is his version of asmr, the way your face focuses when you get the the certain part, how you plan it out so precisely.

! - please please please. if you do sewing make this man a plushie, he will sleep with it every night and take it everywhere. even if he doesnt make his bed he makes sure his stuffy is sitting just right and comfortable. if not make this man something bunny related. he’ll giggle each time he sees it.

! - if you make him anything he can hang up, hes putting it by his desk and thats his motivation for studying or anything. if hes feeling down, he’ll lean in his chair and see the silly bunny staring at him and get right back to work :)

! - so excited that you can do something you enjoy and he gets the product

[lelengerine]

hii, still the Sohee anon but yeah sure!! if it's still available then give him that song JSJFJDKRKDL

͙͙͘͘͡͡★ how to... coffee?

song prompt. “you were struggling with the coffee machine at the convenience store i work at, so i helped you once—now you pretend to ‘forget’ how it works just so i’ll come over and fix it every morning.”

pairing. sunshine loser!sohee x grumpy!reader

tags. inspired by the song gpt - stayc, strangers to acquaintances (?), reader is a little mean in the beginning (just a smidge!), mentions of food, no prns are used for reader, sohee may be a little cringe… but that’s MY loser…. i think he’s cute 😞

wc. 1.3k words

notes. last drabble for this event i cant believe its over <//3 i wanna give a big apology to u anonie cause it took me so long to get here 😭😭 but anyways, i hope u still enjoy it!! likes, reblogs, and feedback are very much welcome <3

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beep.

you weren’t usually sensitive to sound.

hell, a couple could be having a fight in the middle of a cafe and you wouldn’t even bat an eye in their direction, so pray tell why you’re suddenly disturbed now that a customer was clearly having difficulty using the vending machine at the convenience store you worked at part-time?

was it the lack of sleep gnawing at your sanity from the night prior because of the assignments in your backlogs? or maybe it was the fact that it was barely 5 a.m., only the start of your morning shift, and the fluorescents were already giving you a headache.

beep. beep. beep.

with a low huff from your chest, you get up from your position behind the cash register and make your way over to the poor customer. by the coffee machine, you find a boy your age, a hoodie over his head as his eyes try to blink away the sleep remaining in them. his hand hovered hesitantly over the panel of glowing buttons, clearly wondering why he couldn’t quite understand the machine's deep hatred for him.

honestly, he looked a little like a helpless baby chick and if you were in a better mood, you might’ve even found him cute, but in the moment, all you could respond with was a flat, “you press the button after the cup’s in place.”

your words came out a little sharper than you intended, feeling a bit apologetic towards the boy as you purse your lips together. his head whips towards your direction, hoodie shifting slightly and revealing a bundle of messy dark hair and a fringe that’s fighting for its life underneath.

oddly enough, it only proves your first impression of him. 

a little… pitiful.

“oh,” he replies, as if only realizing he was doing it wrong this entire time. “that makes sense.”

you didn’t bother answering. instead, you took the paper cup from the stack, slid it into place, and pointed at the correct button. your finger lingered for a second before you tapped it yourself, watching as the machine finally sputtered to life, hissing steam and dispensing liquid salvation.

“see?” you muttered, already turning away. “not that hard.”

“mhm, yeah. i think i get it a bit more now.” he nods along, eyes watching as the coffee cup fills to the brim. “i’m sohee by the way.”

you’re not quite sure why he had decided to introduce himself, but it would have been rude to ignore him so you told him your name in return. he was a customer after all.

“you’re a lifesaver, by the way!” he calls after you with a lopsided grin, but you don’t answer this time, thinking that was probably going to be the last interaction you were going to have with him.

this was all going to be a one time thing now that you’ve helped him out… or so you thought—until the beeping returned the next day.

you peered over the register, rising from your crouched position like a storm cloud, and sure enough—hoodie boy was back, standing by the coffee vending machine again, and you swear on your measly hourly wage that he’s not even trying.

“your cup is upside down.”

he looked up like a kid caught sneaking snacks before dinner. “hey,” he said, eyes lighting up as if the two of you had decided to become friends after yesterday’s events. “fancy seeing you here.”

“i work here,” you deadpan.

“right. right.” he nods, scratching the back of his head awkwardly, “that makes sense.” 

you don’t bother asking what doesn’t make sense to him. instead, you walk over to grab the cup he had placed, fix it to the proper orientation, and press the right button with the ease of someone who’s done this dance one too many times.

“you know,” you start, watching the paper cup fill up, “it’s not rocket science.”

“but it is a pretty complex machine,” he counters innocently, “like, what even is a lungo?”

you blink. “…do you even know what you ordered?”

“no idea.” he quips without missing a beat, taking the cup of coffee once it was filled to the brim and the machine made a little jingle. he takes a sip of it like some taste tester before looking at you, wide-eyed. “it tastes good though!”

he gave you a thumbs-up after his rating and you could only blink at him. once, then twice. the clock read 5:11 a.m. and he was way too cheerful for someone who was allegedly sleep-deprived.

“whatever,” you said with the shake of your head, turning back toward the counter. “i’m going back now.”

“okay, see you tomorrow!”

tomorrow?

you frowned slightly but dismissed the thought—until he did show up again.

and again.

it wasn’t until day eight that you gave in and decided to question him—arms crossed, brows arched in thinly veiled suspicion—as you spotted his now-familiar figure hunched by the machine once more. 

“what are you trying to achieve here?” 

“what do you mean?”

“you act like you don't know how this damned machine works when ive been demonstrating how to order your own coffee the past few days!”

he opened his mouth only to quickly close it as if he’d just lost the answer he was about to tell you. now rocking on his heel, he scratched his cheek, looking mildly sheepish. “…maybe i just like the customer service?”

you just stared at him and he could sense your confusement from a mile away, causing him to clear his throat and regain composure. “…that was a joke,” he clarified quickly. “mostly. kind of.”

you could only react with a single blink and the silence only egged him to dig a deeper hole for himself.

“uh.” his ears went bright red. “i just liked seeing you. i mean—like—not in a creepy way! in a normal human interaction kind of way, you know? not that i think you’re abnormal. you’re not! like, you’re kinda cool in a way that’s—ugh, i’m not saying this right.” he deflated, using the coffee cup to shield his face as if it’d cover him up entirely. “i should probably stop talking.”

you fought back a laugh at the sight of the fidgeting boy in front of you. “probably.”

“okay.” he nodded quickly. “cool… shutting up now.” he took a long sip of his coffee like it would erase the last thirty seconds of his life. 

but alas, it did not.

“…i really do think the machine’s too complex, though,” he muttered after a beat, eyes still glued to the floor.

“sure,” you drawled, no longer hiding your intrigue for the boy. “totally. i believe you..”

“it has… buttons. those are hard to comprehend.”

“terrifying i bet.”

“and multiple cup sizes,” he added, voice small. “that’s like… too much for an indecisive person.”

you snorted—sharp, sudden, and entirely unintentional. the sound cracked through the air before you could help it, and for a second, even you looked surprised. sohee’s head snapped up immediately, eyes wide like he’d just witnessed a miracle. if he could’ve framed that laugh and hung it on a wall, he would have.

“see?” he said, tone light but laced with something gentler underneath. “that’s what i was going for. not trying to get us kicked out for laughing too loud in public or anything, but hey—i'll take what i can get.”

you rolled your eyes, but the corners of your lips betrayed you, curling into a smile despite yourself. something in your chest softened—a tightness loosening you hadn’t even realized was there. he noticed it, too. of course he did.

“okay, coffee boy,” you murmured, voice quieter now, almost fond. “i’ll see you tomorrow? same time?”

sohee's grin widened into something brighter, something unguarded. he leaned back slightly, the light catching in his eyes like they were made to reflect it. “for sure,” he said, like it was a promise.

and maybe it was.

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(V) Valentin Viljoen Headcanons! (MC X V)

HI HI HEY!!! Shannon here!! During my dreadful midterms, I found myself thinking and writing down some V headcanons that suited him and saved until I had the time to share them. Ofcourse these arent official and mostly my personal interpretation of him but I think they'd suit him! Im starved of V content but Ill feed the fans nonetheless <3 Sorry If this is really messy I never did posts like this before but enjoy nonetheless !

So do you guys know those types of people who look like they're not listening to you whenever youre rambling on about something but to your surprise are actually VERY ATTENTIVE AND EVEN ADD ON??? Like imagine you're going on about something while V is taking care of his animals and you think he's not listening but to your surprise he actually replies? He'd help you find correct words and phrases if you pause :( /pos

At night after a long day he's SO TIRED HE JUST GOES ON AUTOPILOT and stays silent. He wouldn't mind if you kept him company or talk to him but he would only respond via nodding and hums as he leans into you until you fall asleep. Hes never gonna fall asleep first whenever youre talk to him even if he's so tired nuh uh.

I feel like his main love languages would be Words of Affirmation and Acts of services BUT he can initiate physical touch once you're a couple of months into the relationship. Its not gonna be extreme or on the daily but simple gestures like holding your hand and wrapping your arm around his.

Do... you guys think he'd bury his face into your chest or the crook of your neck when he's tired or you both are just laying down together?? EHSBJHFEJGF Not all the time but on special occasions

Hes probably naturally very warm. Hed make a great human heating pad /hj. During winter or cold nights, he'd let you nuzzle into him or wrap yourself around his torso for warmth and pull you in closer if he feels you shivering.

Hes not the type to get mad at people he cares about or just people in general. Hes likely to only get mad at people he deems disgusting or just in general rude or unpleasant. To you, he's very gentle and caring and wont get mad at you no matter what you did. You dropped a plate? He'll make sure you didn't get a cut on your skin and help you clean up. Accidentally let his snakes out? No worries, he'll catch it and put it back in its cage and tell you to be more careful. :3

If you entrust him to keep your belongings safe with him or just forgot your stuff at his place, he'll protect it at all costs. Even if its something small like a notebook or your clothes. He'll take great care of them nonetheless. Same goes for plants and pets, you can trust him to petsit your animals (if you have any) if you're outside. He'll feed them accordingly and make sure they don't run off. If you have plants at your place, he'll ask if you've watered them and will water them for you if you forgot!

He'd let you play with his hair. He'd enjoy it aswell. The sensation of your fingertips as you twirl his hair around your fingers and maybe even try braiding his hair for him <3 He'd love the way you look so focused when doing his hair he cant help but smile...

If you're feeling tired or drowsy, he'd pull you to the couch or bed and let you nap on him for as long as you need. He might even read you a few poems or hum a lullaby so you can relax. Maybe even gently massaging your scalp or any small warm gestures. HE CARES SO MUCH YOU GUYS BFDBJEW

Personal hairdresser O-O? He'd offer to do your hair if its bothering you or you don't feel motivated to take care of it. You want to cut it off? He already has scissors in his hand and asking how short you want it to be. Want to rim your hair? Its already done for ya! He'd let you borrow his shampoo and conditioner too if yours ran out FNJEBGJHEWG

He can read your emotions REALLY well. Its just in his nature, he can read people like an open book. Even through text?! Hes familiar with your texting patterns and how you respond. So if you're having a bad day and it shows in the change of your replies, he'll know and be on full alert. Even if its a slight difference.

I feel like after he met you, he'd name his animals how you call them. If you nicknamed them or suggested a name, he'd stick with it. HE WOULDNT TELL YOU TOO IT WOULD JUST SLIP OUT. You would be on call and you would ask about his animals. "Hows your cat doing?" "Felina? Shes doing alr-" "YOU- you named her..??" "You call her that, no? I thought it might suit her."

When he's tired and eepy... he'd lazily caress your arm or face... Its so precious of him.. His eyelids droop over and his face softens as his fingertips graze over your sides or arms... (On my notebook where I wrote this down, I scribbled mid writing because of how cute it was I couldn't help myself.)

During winter if you feel like you didn't wear enough layers of clothing or just get cold easily, he wont hesitate to take off his coat and drape it over your shoulders for your warmth. If you lost a glove, he'd warm your hand with his, rubbing over the numb skin gently and blowing on it to keep it warm.

WAAA OKAY WOW THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE?? again this is my personal interpretations on how I would they V would act so SO SORRY IF ITS OUT OF CHARACTER FJDBGJEWG I never thought Id be so in love with a character id write headcanons on them. I hope you guys enjoyed and I look forward to writing more sillies!! <3 (Ps; i might soon post a oc x V fic so stay tuned for that <3) -Shan/Shannon!!

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Various crps x reader who struggles w/ self care

I miss old creepypasta fandom sometimes (unrelated to the post)

Characters: slenderman, eyeless jack, nina the killer, masky

Notes: reader is GN, can be read as romantic or platonic, very self indulgent for the admin but hes keeping it mostly open/vague so those can also enjoy this, admin uses any pronouns for nina

CWs: none

SLENDERMAN

still in love with the idea that hes not fully aware of your needs as a human but hes knows the bare basic minimum- something about him not being a human himself and not regularly interacting with them to know what to look out for blah blah blah/lh

notices youre a little more down than usual and he does his best to find out whats wrong- are you sick? tired? hurt? is his human okay? its kind of like seeing someone fret over their pet, except its this old cryptid and his human friend

mostly stands off to the side and quietly passes you some water and snacks, keeps your glass full so you dont have to keep getting up- or a bottle of water if you would prefer!

though its not unlikely for him to get more assertive with his care, he might just pull you away from bed and try to get you cleaned up. if you let him hes going to be doing everything for you

will interfere with outside things so you can have a day to yourself to rest and recover (ex. fizzing out work calls, messing with any electronics if anyone is bothering you, ect ect, god forbid someones actually making you feel horrible on purpose)

EYELESS JACK

very good at reminding you to drink water and take your meds (if you have them), i like to think that sometimes he lives vicariously through you because you can still eat human foods and that bleeds into generally what you need to put in your body-

what i mean to say is that he is great at keeping track of things for you if you struggle with it! time, energy, or just not having the motivation, hes making sure you get what you need even if you cant do it yourself

does his best to get you some extra boost of vitamins and stuff in an attempt to boost your energy/mood, obviously he knows its not going to be a magic fix but its better than nothing.. hes the one cooking though! for reasons that align with the first bullet point!

very straight forward and blunt when asking if theres anything wrong, he can come off as disinterested or annoyed based off of his tone but genuinely hes trying his best to help you open up... jack himself isnt used to opening up so he doesnt have much experience being gentle and soft

brushes through your hair before you both go to bed

NINA THE KILLER

nina can be a bit of a hypocrite when it comes to this sort of thing as they tend to not... take very good care of themselves.. though its mostly out of not remembering to keep to a routine

does her best to get you to go out and do something with her that will eventually lead to you taking care of yourself in some way- asking you out for lunch or doing an activity that gets you extremely messy so you have to go take a shower

if your lack of proper self care is caused by any personal struggles you may be facing, nina makes it more than clear that you can go to them to talk

easily the most non judgmental person ever, you can tell her nearly everything and shes not going to think of you any differently

opens up about her own struggles to make you feel less alone

THE monarch of reminding you to take your meds, if you have them

MASKY

watches you from the side like a cat, kind of just keeps an eye on you throughout the day to make sure you're still kicking

will push a plate of snacks and your meds to you- like a cursed little charcuterie board!

he would make you a meal but ignoring the fact hes not a good cook at all, he feels it would be easier on you to just have snacks.. better something than nothing

will keep you in bed if youre tired or sore, will keep you pinned to him if he needs to- you might just take it as him wanting to cuddle...

and he never cuddles so to you this is a once in a blue moon experience!

or do you need to get up and stretch? hes going to do something to get you up, be it pestering you until you come to get him to pipe down or trying to get your assistance for something

might even lift his mask up next to you to get you to brush his teeth with him

[babbling-idiot2]

NSFW & SFW Alphabet with Dan Fielding. Please.

A=Affection (How affectionate are they?)

Dan is very affectionate, especially with someone he's in a relationship with. He will dedicate himself to you, he gives you all his love.

B=Bestfriend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

You most likely became friends with him by passing him in the hallway. You know Harry, and you and Dan became friends first and were friends for a while, only because of his crazy past with flings and such. And he always seemed to have your back when others weren't there.

C=Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Loves it. He loves to come home after a long night and just cuddle up next to you. He loves it when he lays his head on your chest or stomach or wherever he can get to first and you will rub his head. It's so soothing to him, puts him to sleep every time.

D=Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He enjoys the idea of settling down, especially with you. It is definetly something he needs to have a long conversation with you about, but he would love it.

As of cleaning, he did it his whole life when he was single and living on his own, he can't stand a messy apartment or untidy things.

Cooking wise, he knows how, can cook up a nice dinner especially something he remembers from his short life in Louisiana, so yes, cooking is definetly something he does all the time and will do for you anytime.

E=Ending (If they had to breakup with their partner, how would they do it?)

It wouldn't be easy, because it always bothers him after, especially in the past. Every time a woman would leave him it would almost feel like they took a piece of himself with them. He doesn't want to know what it would be like if you were to leave him. It would probably break him.

F=Fiancé (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Even in a dating situation like you two have already, he commits himself to you entirely.

Don't get me wrong he is a ladies man, but when he loves someone he loves them completely. No screwing around or anything.

As of getting married. He would love to marry you, but a conversation needs to be had. Like who sleeps on which side of the bed. And how often he can be little spoon. There are points that need to be made.

G=Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Very gentle. He is physically gentle with you, both literally and figuratively speaking.

When it comes to emotionally, he's the most gentle person ever. He's understanding in the best way and knows how to make you comfortable.

H=Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Likes hugs, but don't squeeze him hard. One reason is that is wrinkles the suit and two because he doesn't like to be squeezed, it makes him uncomfortable very quickly. Now if he squeezes you, then yes, go for it, squeeze him. But only if he does it first.

I=I Love You (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It's very hard for him to say it. He does love you, genuinly. It's just hard to say it out loud, because he's had too many moment of saying it to someone who only laughs at him for it. So over time, it's just become something that he has to be sure of before he can even think of it.

Just give him a bit of time, say it to him, it'll help him understand that the love is real, and really there and present in the relationship.

J=Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

Very jealous man. He can become almost unreasonable if he gets too jealous. He hates the idea of being jealous but he cant help but feel it anytime another man buts in, even if they are literally delivering mail, or word, or news. It doesn't matter.

But all it takes a small amount of reassurance and telling him all the right things to make him feel better.

K=Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Soft, almost smooth. He is gentle. He will hold your face in his hands and somehow makes the kiss feel never-ending.

But if he's jealous, it will be a bit more rough and fast paced, but still takes the breath right out of your lungs.

L=Little Ones (How are they around children?)

He hates children. But If you put him in front of one, give him a moment and he'll end up in conversation with them.

M=Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Lazy as hell. Doesn't want to get up at all. No kisses can get him out. But!!! Make him some homemade breakfast and he will be up in record time. At your side and smelling everything he can and taste testing behind your back.

Loves to just lay there in bed with you, coming in and out of sleep. His face in the crook of your neck. Stray kisses here and there, but nothing more.

A LOT oF WHINEING

N=Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He falls asleep very quickly. Sometime if you've made plans with him for the night, you both will come home from eating take-out and will bring some home. Staying up eating and watching some VHS movies.

You both are more likely to fall asleep on the couch than to make it to the actual bed.

O=Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things?)

It takes a while. He hates talking about his past and Louisiana. Hates talking about it but, if you give him time and you sharing things with him, secret telling and such, he'll understand that since you confide in him with your secrets, he'll starts to open up, but you have to be patient with him, no rushing.

P=Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It can be quick if its something really serious but, he's good at hiding his anger and holding it in. Usually if he can get away with it, he'll walk into a closet or the bathroom, and scream. He'll walk out and like everyone who was passing by will look at him like he's crazy but, hey, beats holding it in all day.

Q=Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail about you mentioned in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He's good at remembering stuff about you. Now if you were a fling he'd most likely forget certain things, but since your not a fling, he remembers everything about you and doesn't plan on letting any of it go.

R=Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

One time, he had gone to work in the worst mood he's ever been in. Everyone was kind of happy-ish, and it just irked him in the worst of ways. Well just as he's about to just go off, he hears the doors open and there you are. Walking towards him with something small to eat and a drink. It was your night off.

Even though this act was such a small thing, he couldn't help but be completely grateful for it. He thanks you, in a small voice and you could remember, seeing anger in eyes as you approached, not for you of course. When you kissed his cheek, he could feel it there. Even moments after you left he could still feel it. His day, got a bit better after that.

He remembers thinking to himself after the first bite of the sandwich, that he's the lucky one, to have you.

S=Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Very. Deep down, he loves to protect you. Even if it's from something small. He always puts himself in front of you when any sign of danger is in the courtroom. You can imagine his surprise when you practically put yourself in front of him when something dangerous happened in the courtroom. He just looked down at the top of your head and just thought, I don't know what you think you can protect me from, but this is a nice initiative.

He really does love it, no matter who's protecting who.

T=Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Well, if he wasn't showing his love before this is when he really let's it show. He loves giving gifts, especially when he knows you'll love or enjoy it.

He makes sure that any dates are always perfect. He is a perfectionist most days and this is just one of those things that he makes sure, goes perfect. It has to be perfect for you. Anything less is unacceptable.

U=Ugly (What would be a bad habit of theirs?)

He bashes himself a lot. He says things that are borderline degrading of himself. It bothers you greatly and it's a must stop type situation. He'll say things about himself, putting himself down, to the point he will almost hermit himself and it's just awful to see him stoop to such a low level.

V=Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Very. He loves his nice suits and his hair is always in check. Every time he passes a mirror he makes sure to check himself before walking further. He can't stand anything being on his suit. Lint, dust, snot, or anything bodily he didn't agree to.

W=Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He feels that every time you leave his sight. You work in the same building and he hates it when you come in, and then leave. You tease him with your mere presence and it bothers him greatly. But, it get's completely better when you both are home and he has you in his arms and you can watch a movie before bed.

X=Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He loves surprises from you. He hates them in general but when you surprise him it gives him this super happy feeling and it almost makes him a bit emotional.

Y=Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn't like someone who doesn't keep up with their hygiene. He needs that.

He hates messes, unnecessary ones.

Children

People, besides you

Z=ZZZ (What are some sleep habits of theirs?)

He rolls over a lot

He's a cover hog

He snores, but has some nose clips to help him stop from doing that

He also slightly talks, more mumbles than talking but still, he does NOT believe you when you say he mumbles

A=Aftercare (What are they like after sex?)

Immediately is very cocky and so sure of himself. But after his cockyness wares off, he will get up and get you water, run a shower, or bath and will help you clean up.

B=Body Part (What's their favorite body part of theirs? What about their partner?)

As odd as it might sound, he loves his mouth. It has gotten him to where he is now. He's good at talking his way into things and good at talking his way out. But most of all, he loves the way they make you feel. He loves watching your face contort and twist from the way he toys with you.

On you, he loves your hands. How soft they are, how safe they make him feel. He loves the softness you show him even though he's a pain in the ass. But he loves them most when your hand is wrapped around his cock. He has to refrain everytime, each time becoming harder and harder each time, to not cum too fast from your hands.

C=Cum (Anything to do with cum.)

On you, in you, it does not matter to him as long as he gets to see it. He loves it when he cums on you no matter where, he'll gather it up and you'll lick it from his fingers, he could cum just front that visual.

D=Dirty Secret (What's a dirty secret of theirs?)

He wants yo be bossed around. Like make him submit to you, he's tall as hell and loves the idea of dropping to his knees just to do what you say. Makes him painfully hard.

E=Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

Very experienced. He knows what he's doing and more. He loves how much knowledge he has on the matter. Perhaps it's more than the criminal knowledge he has.

F=Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)

On top of him, riding him. He wants to see your face and wants to see your chest. He loves all positions, but this one is by far his favorite.

G=Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or goofy?)

Yeah. When he's about to be intimate, he'll say something along the lines of: "Prepare yourself for the best night of your life!" and yada yada. He always put on what sounds like a slight southern accent, but it's all just to make you laugh.

H=Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the Carpet match the drapes?)

He trims his hair when he feels it's right and he always makes sure that he looks good, not just for himself but, for you. He wants to look good for you.

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

He's great. He may seem like an ass, but he knows how to be romantic and set the mood. He loves to be intimate constantly. If it wasn't for professionalism in the workplace, he'd be all over you. Like white on rice type shit.

J=Jack Off (Maturbation headcanons?)

If you're gonna be gone or you're working and he's not, then yes, because the one thing he doesn't have in his life is patience. Especially in this aspect, he hates waiting, and when it comes to pleasure, he needs it now and is more than happy to take care of himself until you come home to help him.

K=Kink (One or more of their kinks?)

Bondage, hair pulling, choking, spanking, blindfolding, lingerie, I mean the list goes on .

L=Location (What's their favorite place to do the do?)

Whenever, wherever!!!

As long as you're comfortable though, that's the main things.

M=Motivation (What turns them on/gets them going?)

Just you looking at him, give him a slight head tilt and a smile and he's ready to get down to it. He finds you incredibly sexy at anytime so, he's always motivated.

N=No (What's something they wouldn't do? What're their turn-offs?)

Anything that include you getting hurt. Spanking doesn't count but anything that involves him hitting you in any other way, I mean I don't know, it just rubs him the wrong way.

O=Oral (What is their preference? Do they like to give , receive, or both?)

He would never pass up receiving. But he definetly is more keen on giving you knee shaking pleasure

P=Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

Best of both worlds. He can do both and he loves both and will do which ever you prefer, but he does like it on the rough and fast paced, but don't get it mixed, just because he's fast and rough, doesn't mean he's going to give you one orgasm and go, he's going to do this for as long as he wants, at least until he fucks you till your a babbling mess.

Q=Quickie (What's their opinion on quickies? How often, etc.?)

Any place, anytime time! Any broom closet, this is no challenge for him, you want to get down and dirty, he will find a place.

R=Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks, etc.?)

Well he is no stranger to risky places to have sex, but as long as what your shenanigans get up to, doesn't hurt you in anyway, then game on!

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

He can go for a long time. He's very into giving you oragasm after oragasm and he focused solely on you but, when he does fuck you, if you give him a minute or two, he is back on the saddle and ready to go. And he can do that quite alot. So if say 4-5 rounds before he starts to think about the white flag.

T=Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Oh. My. God. The collection this man has is almost frightening, anything you can think of, get on the bed and let him go wild.

U=Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

All the damn time, loves to tease, but the second you tease, he is yearning. And you can hold out much longer than he can, so he, on one hands finds teasing unfair, but when he does it, he has no problem.

V=Volume (How loud are they, what sounds do they make, etc.?)

He can be very silent when he wants to be, but if he's in the right mood and position, that is, he will let you hear all his crazy sounds.

W=Wild Card (A Random Heacanon)

He has a weakness for dirty pictures. Loves it when you stick a dirty Polaroid in a jacket pocket or in his briefcase. He always finds them at the worst times during the work day. But he will excuse himself for a quick recovery in the mens rooms.

X=X-Ray (Let's see what going on under those clothes.)

This man. THIS MAN! He has nothing to be adhamed of. That's why he is the way he is. I'm telling ya.

He is at least 6 inches, maybe 7.

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

HUGE!! He wants you every second of every day. He walks into the apartment, your on the couch reading. He literally drops to his knees and will walk to you like a fucking dog.

Z=Zzz (How quickly do they fall asleep?)

Not as fast as you might think, he likes to make sure you're taken care of before even thinking about sleeping. He hates the idea of falling asleep immediately, and then you need something. So he stay awake till you are passed out and then he will cuddle up to you and pass out himself.

[writingmysanity]

Until somebody loves you...

Shanks x fem!reader

prompt: Orange

TW: None, shanks is goofy and slightly insufferable. What else is new?

A/N: this is the second installment of the #rainbowdrabblechallenge. I am late, so please excuse me. life and my brain got in the way. but this had to be written for Shanks. This one is for you @deny-the-issue enjoy your love. <3

Song I listened to while writing this!! "You're nobody 'til somebody loves you" by Dean Martin

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The distant hum of music catches the captain's attention. Finally handing his post over to his first mate, who waves him off, Shanks follows the tune with curiosity. 

He finds you in the Galley, swaying to the music coming from the old record player in the corner. He can't help but smile, leaning against the door as he watches you, listening to you hum along to your mother’s old records. The static-y sound the closest thing you have to comfort, more than anything else back home on dry land. 

He swears there is no one more ethereal than you, completely unaware of your captive audience. Drenched in the orange light of the fading sun, your sleeves are rolled up, slightly damp from the water sloshing up the sides of the tub you're currently bent over. Scrubbing away at the day's dishes, you sing along to the song currently playing. Pausing in your task, you lift your arm from the water to wipe some loose strands of hair from your face, messy and whipped from the wind on the deck not too long earlier. He cant help the smile on his face when you smile in spite of yourself, the lyrics rolling off your lips in earnest. 

“You may be king, you may possess the world and its gold…” you sing softly, the smooth tune carrying on the wind that blows through the open windows. Without thinking, his voice joins yours, the warm baritone melding with your voice seamlessly as he strolls to your side. you don't startle at his sudden presence, allowing him to tug you away from your task.

You don't bother with chastising him about pulling you from your chore. The smile on his face enough to make any words fizzle away as he tugs you closer. Automatically, your arms wind around his neck, neither of you minding the water dripping from your hands. He continues to hum along to the song, spinning you around as his arm settles around your waist, earning a squeal. He grins at the happiness pouring from you, your laughter echoing through the Galley.

Slowly, he spins you out before bringing you back to his chest, meeting your eyes. Sighing happily, you rest in his hold. Laying your head on his shoulder, his voice continues in a whisper, the soothing sound settling around you like the warmth from the mid day sun.

"You're nobody 'til somebody loves you... so find yourself somebody to love..."

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