#can i blease get some teases

[riconas]

rico Blease. will you share a snippet of the mountain/rora fic.

yes.

“Nuh-uh,” Mountain says, pushing her away before she can get it into her mouth. “You first.”

Aurora rolls her eyes. “Just let me—”

“Nope. Wait your turn.” Mountain pulls her up by the shoulder, roughly manhandling her onto her back, and it’s such a turn-on that she forgives him immediately. “Spread your legs. Show me what I get to eat.”

Aurora knows how to put on a show. She holds her thighs apart, slides a palm up to squeeze her breast, uses two fingers to spread her folds. Showing him. She’s so wet, almost embarrassingly so, but Mountain is staring at her pussy like a starving man presented with a five-course meal. Without warning, he dips his head, grabs her thighs, and puts his mouth on her. 

“Shit,” she swears, clamping her legs together. “Mountain, Mountain, fucking shit—”

“Woah,” Mountain says, muffled. “Those are some pretty bad words.”

Aurora kicks her heels into his shoulder blades, and Mountain grunts in response, holding her thighs even tighter. She’s feels so tiny underneath him. Probably looks it, too. They should do this in front of a mirror one of these days. That would be fun. 

“Stop kicking me,” Mountain says amusedly. “You don’t like it?” 

Aurora sniffles. “No, I like it a lot. You’re just very kickable.” 

She wishes she could bury her face in something, hates the way she gets so loud when she’s being eaten out. A pillow or a blanket would suffice. Or Mountain’s palm.

Mountain gives her clit one of those pathetic kitten licks, and Aurora squirms away, offended. “Don’t tease.”

“She’s so tiny,” he says sweetly, petting Aurora’s folds like they’re a fragile flower. “So pretty. I don’t think my cock’s gonna fit.” 

“You fucked me in the greenhouse the other day, stupid,” Aurora says. “I took your cock like a champ. And don’t personify my pussy.”

“My bad,” Mountain says, not sounding very sorry at all. “It’s so tiny. C’mere, let me finger you.”

#rico writes #i'm actually pretty stoked about this one not gonna lie #ficlet #ish? #rico's ficlets #bit long for a snippet innit

[iamthecomet]

Mommy Comet!! Mushy ficlet!!!

(Ik you kind of wrote something similar so you can take your creative liberties with this as much as you want!! :>)

Dew is fucking stubborn, He tries to keep up appearances while Swiss is teasing him relentlessly, Dew is having self esteem/abandonment issues, he feels like he’s only useful if he is playing the guitar or getting his insides scrambled by someone’s but is too pissy to tell Swiss because again “appearances”. He INSISTS on doing a rough scene because he can “take it,” except he can’t, he breaks down and won’t tell Swiss what happened, which makes him very worried!! I wanna see Swiss taking it slow with dew, dew doesn’t want to stop (not quite subdrop but Swiss is worried he might dip and dip bAD if he keeps going like this) so Swiss just comforts him while still inside him and tries to make him feel really good, talks him through whatever he’s feeling, lots of kissies!!! Aftercare too!! Once Dew feels better swiss gives him some back rubs and nape kissies and combs/braids his hair!! Dew gets mushy and happy, no more sad tears!!! Blease i would cry if u wrote dis i luv u comet <3 ur the best mommy :>>>!!!

-(long lost) leafy anon🌿

I adore you, Leafy. I hope you know that. I also know you've been waiting so patiently for some good Swiss content, so I'm gonna try my very best. It's long and sweet and dirty. Just for you, love. ~Mommet <3

Swiss notices something isn't right when Dew's keens of pleasure start to choke off into staggering hiccups. Swiss has a bruising grip on one of Dew's hips, the other is in his hair hard enough to burn. Dew was the one who asked for a rough scene, to be tossed around and fucked into the mattress, but now, Swiss can tell just from the shudder in Dew's body that it isn't giving him what he needs. Swiss lets up, slows the pace, he peels his fingers out of the skin of Dew's hip and tries not to look at the bruises already forming. "Dewy, if you need a break we can--" "Keep going, I'm fine," Dew growls. Beneath all the anger in his voice, Swiss can hear the desperation, the whine, the way it all threatens to break apart. Dew's not fine. Swiss loosens the death grip he has on Dew's hair and Dew slumps forward, falling forward to rest on his elbows. He makes a noise that can't be mistaken for anything but a sob. Swiss makes to pull out, to gather Dew into his arms and figure out what the fuck is going on, but Dew rocks his hips back as Swiss does. "Don't stop--fuck--please you can't stop--I--"Dew's breath hitches. He has his face pressed tight to the pillows but Swiss can see the way his shoulders heave as he fights between breathing and sobbing.

Swiss slides his hand up Dew's back, along the knobby line of his spine, to grip the base of his neck. It's gentle, far gentler than he's touched him in the last half an hour. "Dew, what the fuck is going on?" Dew shakes his head hard, he doesn't raise his face. Swiss watches as Dew digs his fingers into his own hair, gripping hard at the scalp. Swiss is afraid to move. Knows that the second he moves to pull out--to stop this--Dew is going to spiral further. Swiss presses his thumb into the base of Dew's skull and rubs, pressing up into the sweaty hair at the base of his neck. "Dew, you have to help me out here. Give me something."

Dew rocks his hips back again, clenching down as he does. Swiss hisses. He grabs Dew's hip hard with his other hand and holds him in place.

"Not that, fuck. Can I move us?"

Dew's still for long enough that Swiss thinks that means no, but eventually he nods slowly. And Swiss maneuvers them onto their sides, legs slotted together.

Dew's muscles contract in rhythm with his crying, and Swiss really should have gone soft by now because of Dew's panicking, but Dew's body is making sure he can't, fluttering and clenching. Swiss presses his nose to the back of Dew's hair. Dew grinds his hips back on instinct and Swiss has to stop him again. Dew's stuck somewhere between subspace and a full break down and Swiss is stuck with him. Swiss curls his arm around Dew's stomach and holds him tight.

Swiss locks his other arm around Dew's hips, and finds Dew still hard and leaking copiously. He whines as Swiss' fingers brush over the head of his cock, grinding his hips back against Swiss' almost mindlessly.

Dew's so far gone, it happened like a flipped switch and now Swiss has his hands full of weepy, desperate fire ghoul. He rests his face against Dew's neck, and presses a kiss there. "Dew, you have to help me."

Dew tips his head back against Swiss' shoulder. He rolls his hips again. Dew reaches down, he pulls Swiss' hand from his sternum and drags it up to his peck, pressing Swiss' fingers down on the nipple ring, and keening at the touch.

"I need--" Dew slurrs, "don't stop. Please don't stop I'm ok. I'm ok." And Swiss knows he's not ok, but he also knows it'll be worse if he stops. If this ends now, Dew will shutdown. If he sees it through, he has a better change of talking him through it, of pulling him out of it. They've done this before. He takes Dew's nipple ring between his fingers and tugs, far gentler than he did five minutes ago, but he wouldn't know it based on the sound that Dew makes. "I won't stop, Droplet," Swiss promises.

Swiss grinds his hips forward and the air hisses from Dew's lungs. It doesn't take long before Dew is dragging Swiss' other hand to his cock. Swiss jerks him off with slow measured strokes, it matches the gentle way he's fucking into him.

"I'm fucking useless," Dew says as he grinds back against Swiss, the words slurred and breathless.

"No." Swiss keeps the pace leisurely. Now that Dew's talking he doesn't want him to stop. And if what's going to make him talk is a dick grinding into his ass then Swiss is going to give it to him. "I am. This is the only thing I'm any good at and I can't even get fucked right--" "All you have to do is lay there. I'll take care of you."

"You shouldn't have to."

"I want to," Swiss says, dragging his teeth along the line of Dew's jaw. "look at me."

Dew does, turning his head so they can see each other. Swiss takes the opportunity to kiss him, slow and languid. Dew's hips twitch up into Swiss' hand. He's clenching repeatedly around Swiss, his body shuddering. Swiss kisses the corners of his mouth when the pleasure is too much and Dew's mouth goes slack against Swiss'

Dew's back bows as he cums all over Swiss' hand and his own chest with a grating sob. Swiss tries to be gentle, but the spasms of Dew's muscles drag him closer and closer to the edge and he hilts himself harder than he means to when he cums, growling into Dew's shoulder. He crushes Dew to his chest, locking his arms around his ribs and squeezing. Dew shakes in his arms, his breath catching on sobs. Swiss presses his lips to every inch of available skin, brushing his hair out of the way to kiss the back of his neck and along the edge of his jaw. "Dewy," Swiss whispers in his ear, "are you ok?"

Dew nods, but doesn't say anything, and Swiss lets him go quiet. A few minutes later Dew starts to squirm against him, the position no longer comfortable, and Swiss lets him move. Dew rolls over and pushes at Swiss' shoulder until Swiss lays flat on his back. Dew seals himself to his side, pressing his head to Swiss' chest. Swiss slides his hand up to Dew's hair and starts to brush it out with his claws. "I'm sorry," Dew finally says. "You don't need to be. And don't think we're not going to talk about this."

"About what?"

"You, and this 'I'm useless' bullshit."

Dew stiffens. "It's fine."

"It's not," Swiss insists, "and we're going to talk about it."

"Not yet?" Dew asks. "Not now?" Swiss reaches over with his other hand and starts a small braid near Dew's temple. Dew goes even more boneless. A purr kicks up in his chest. "Fine," Swiss agrees, "but I'm not going to forget about it." Dew presses a small kiss to Swiss' pec, just over his heart. "You never do." They fall quiet for a few breaths, Swiss works the braid into Dew's hair, and Dew continues to sag more and more into him as all of the tension drains from his body. "Thank you for taking care of me," Dew whispers, breath fanning out over Swiss' chest. Swiss smiles. He finishes the first braid and starts another. The hair is silky between his fingers. Dew's eyes slip closed as he starts to drift. "I'll always take care of you, firefly."

#comet writes #leafy #ficlet #request #swiss/dew #it's almost a full fic at this point #it's so long #ghost fan fic #swiss army ghoul #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #ghost fan fiction #the band ghost fan fiction #nameless ghoul fan fiction

[zapsoda]

i drew them once now im in love wit them <3

they're playing Nain Jaune / Yellow Dwarf (a card game); tally is accusing bax of cheating to which he says to get gud. roy is surprised by clam's luck while clam hopes tally won't accuse him of cheating next (didn't understand the cheating allegations was just to tease bax). and kip is just chillin

anyways blease tell us more about if they play any card or board game, what is everyone's favourite, who wins the most, whos the most sore loser ... that kind of stuff!! i'm interested in what they do while travelling the big universe

JKSJDJSH im sooo obsessed w this im in love..... <333

its funny that u ask this bc ive had this idea in my head these last few days of bax n tally coming back to the ship after carrying out one of their first missions- the WORST one so far. fucking awful.

theyre covered in dirt and blood and vomit and lugging their targets corpse back in a cooler and they step onto the ship and there everyone is. the rest of the crew. playing a nice game of cards at the table. chumming around, having the gayest of times. maybe theyre playing space poker, doing a bit of drinking.

and bax and tally are just. so fucking peeved.

this is the immediate setup for some subsequent comical interactions.

so yeah i think they do play card games i think they play really risky competitive shit. perhaps there has been an incident involving monopoly. a lot of gambling, maybe drinking games, some games popular on earth, some not. they definitely play risk, or the intergalactic equivalent, all kinds of shit along those lines.

roy and clam keep track of their wins because they are neck and neck fighitng for first place every time. theyre strategizers, they play games like fucking light and L from death note. they, naturally, love games that require a lot of thinking. they still enjoy luck games (clam particularly), but they are far less competetive about em.

tallys a sneaky bitch. very good at lying and bluffing but he has horrible luck. he also prefers strategy games because of this.

kip plays like hank schrader from breaking bad. big talker, loves to poke and jest, but an utter pussy in the end, he takes no chances. he is a little bit bitchy, but tastefully so. he just likes to have fun. he is just a tad hedonistic.

bax on the other hand, is reckless. he takes every single chance, and when it works out for him he will never let anyone forget it. he also likes most games. he can find fun almost anywhere.

he and tally keep track also, less so of their wins (far less frequent), more of just which one is generally doing better than the other. if one of them ever does win, the other will always fucking argue it. they always end up paired together in team games because no one else wants to be near that. they absolutely form illegal alliances in games like risk with the intention of backstabbing each other.

#ty for the ask <33333 #asks #oc stuff #fav #long post

[breserker]

ok FINE leafy green and avacado (ava cado)

SOBS DSJLFKDJSFL BLEASE

🥬 [LEAFY GREEN] How mundane are they? Do they like it that way?

I think there are things about Vel that are very mundane. Other than his jewelry/adornments he dresses pretty plainly, or so deep into a "plain but kinda lax" style that I've been able to make fun of him in memes. In some ways I think he thinks of his current life mundane, but in others he hasn't really ever had a totally normal life and his basis might be skewed. Although his music tastes are so acoustic pop/late 2000s pop/Owl City Bastille Plain White T's stop it hurts ahRGH ARGH ARGH so yeah i guess his music taste is pretty mundane. There's a lot of other stuff that makes him weird (as in, adverse to the normative ideas of society). Whatever he does like that is mundane doesn't really register on his radar, he's just existing as is and the weirdness he experiences kind of overtakes that. Even though I tease him for liking white ass music.

🥑 [AVOCADO] What will they never back down about, even if it makes them seem bad?

YOU CAUGHT THE AVACADO TOO SALFDKJS

he's got a hard time dropping thiiiings especially if he thinks it might help someone or solve a case, it can almost have this tunnel vision effect on him. Also, if there's a nugget of truth he holds that he deeply believes to be true, he'll have a hard time dropping that and might get a li'l crazy trying to prove it, even if that lands him in a jail cell for misbehaving (IT CERTAINLY HAS!)

#vel #ask meme #TY LOVE YOU

[squeakybunni]

Can i get an s/o who has no gag reflex and maintains eyecontact the whole time she shows them? BLEASE.

(Am assuming ur talking about Dabi and Hawks, please correct me if I’m wrong !!)

NSFW, 18+, minors DNI

Hawks would bust on the spot oml,, he’d find it so hot. He’d try to say some kind of snarky remark like, “Yeah, you enjoy taking me so well, don’t you, baby bird?” And then halfway through he hits the back of your throat and can’t hold back his moans. He has his hands in your hair, tugging at it, throwing his head back in accordance with the bobs of your head. If you try to tease him, he’ll start whining, pushing your head down weakly, asking you to be good.

Dabi would look right back at you, only looking away for a second when he grunts and closes his eyes at the feel of him hitting your throat. His breath would be shaky but he’d maintain composure well, trying to get you to break by grabbing your face and forcing himself all the way in your mouth, keeping you there until you can’t take it. Don’t try to tease him, because you won’t be able to breathe until he’s satisfied with the expression on your face.

#🌹 asks #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha imagines #mha imagines #mha x reader #bnha x reader #dabi x reader #hawks x reader #dabi smut #hawks smut

[calcifermovesthecastle]

S/o that asks for affection unconsciously when they wake up without even noticing (nsfw?), how would the Bucci gang + josuke + young joseph+ giorno react? :>

So I don’t age up characters for NSFW, so I’ll just do fluff for Narancia, Josuke, Fugo, Giorno and Trish, but I will add some Adult Characters with NSFW for your troubles. :) I’ll add a cut for the NSFW as well so anyone can read before the cut, but only 18+ after please!

Warnings: Language

Bucciarati (Fluff):

-He’s surprised when you hug him from behind when just standing around, or when you slip your hand in his just sitting, or stand behind him while he’s sitting and scratch his back (BLEASE DO THIS FOR HIM he will on god love you forever) 

-So when you two decide to move in, he’s also surprised to find that this carries over into sleeping. 

-He’ll wake up with you literally splayed out on top of him, And he blushes so hard. He’ll try to gently push you off of him back onto the bed, because surely you can’t be comfortable like that.

-Will immediately stop when you tighten your grip and stir, instead allowing his hands to rest on your back.

-He’s honestly not used to it but he will indulge you because god you’re so warm, and so soft and so beautiful in his arms. 

-You’ll notice when you’re awake that he’ll start to return your touches, leaning into your back scratches, squeezing your hand when you slip yours into his, Place his hands over your arms when you hug him from behind. 

-Will never say why, though. It’s his secret. 

Abbacchio (Fluff):

-You may not notice, but god, does he.

-He Panic. You’re half awake, and you just reach out and pull yourself closer to him, nuzzling your face into his chest, Your breath evening out. 

-Oh god what does he do with his hands are you even comfortable there’s no way you’re comfortable jesus what the hell

-He opts to push you away, but you tighten your hold, babbling something out in your sleep about being warm. 

-(He do be warm tho ngl) 

-It takes everything, and I mean, E v e r y t h i n g in him to give in and rest his arms around you, but once he does, and you snuggle even closer? God he’s in love. You’re literally the most precious thing to him. 

-When you’re awake tho he will absolutely push you off the bed without remorse. (Expect a top of the head kiss from him though he’s soft.) 

Mista (Fluff):

-He’s laying awake, tracing his finger along the wall, making damn sure the sex pistols don’t wake you. 

-In his distraction, you reach out, grasping his arm and hugging it. 

-(Arcana reference but Julian laugh) Oh ho ho!

-He takes note that you’re still asleep, and pulls you on top of him, securing his arms around you so that you don’t slip off. 

-Instead of tracing the wall, he will now be trailing his fingers up and down your arms and back, and through your hair. 

-His heart is melting you’re so god damn cute. He’ll tighten his grip, just gazing down at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes. 

-He will tease the everloving shit out of you when you wake up. Like he will not stfu about it. 

-He will also be a million times more physically affectionate with you during the day lol it’s sickening

-He is NOT stinky JFC

Fugo: 

-Whaaaaat are you doing?

-Oh, you’re asleep.

-WHAAATTT ARE YOU DOIIINNNGGGGG

-He’ll stiffen up, but oh no you’re sleeping he cant just...push you away... he’s not heartless....

-He is confused to say the least, and a lil bit uncomfy, but he trusts you. 

-Watches as your features relax as your face presses into the crook of his neck and your arm tightens around his middle. Oh fuck you’re cute

-you’ve won him over. 

-He’ll wrap an arm around your waist, (So you don’t fall dsjdsjdsj) and let you be close to him. He enjoys it too, if he’s being honest. You’re so cute. 

-When you wake up, he’s much kinder and softer towards you. He’ll make any excuse to gently bump knees while you’re sitting or to brush his hand against yours while reaching for something. 

-Only because you asked for it tho

Narancia:

-Nani in tarnation is goin on?

-He’s completely taken by surprise. You’re asleep? And you want him? To hold you? ???? ?????? *Windows start up sounds* 

-He literally doesn’t know what to do He’s so soft and so confused with his negative brain cells (I do hate him but I will admit he does have a big heart he is a sweetie) 

-He will, a little too eagerly, hug you back. His tenacity may or may not wake you up. (It does. Sorry.) 

-You wake up to a surprise hug though so win win?

-The more you subconsciously ask, the more he gives, until you two are literally glued together. (Social distancing whomst? We don’t know her.) 

-Expect sloppy kisses everywhere. On the other hand, funnily enough, you will have to initiate the hugging. He’s so scared. What if he hugs you too tight? What if he wakes you up again? What if he suffocates you? What if you don’t like his hugs

-Hug him jfc he needs reassurance that you want to be held. 

-Sleepy morning hugs where you two are just breathing in sync and there’s not a care in the world are his favorite

Giorno-

-He is a light sleeper. I know I’ve said this before, but he is a very, very, very light sleeper. 

-So when you reach out and grasp at any piece of him you can reach, trying to close the gap between you (It’s a cold winter morning, come on) 

-He’ll startle awake and look over at you to check and see if you’re okay. 

-Oh, you are okay. Oh, you just want held? Alright. He’s up for that. Oh. You’re asleep? He’ll have to be especially careful to not wake you. 

-He will pull you close and rub circles into your back, pressing his cheek against the top of your head. He might even fall back asleep. If you stir, it’s not for long. His warmth and soothing movements lull you back to sleep in the safety of his arms. 

-When you’re awake, he’ll definitely be more affectionate, pressing tiny flowers into your hands, brushing your hair back, k i s s i n g y o u r k n u c k l e s (Im so fucking soft) 

-But seriously imagine Giorno getting down on one knee, taking your hand, and brushing his lips against your knuckles while looking up at you with literally nothing but love and affection in his eyes im going to cry

-Anything he does will have you a blushing mess

Trish:

-Who tf is waking her up? 

-oh, it’s you

-Oh, you’re hugging her

-OH, You’re still asleep.

-O H, you’re fucking cute!

-She’ll study you for a minute, before reaching up to lightly cup your cheek in her hand, careful not to wake you up. Her fingers will flutter over your face, tracing your features. She absolutely adores how precious you look snuggled up against her. 

-When you wake up, expect to have your hand held all day. Trish is the queen of hand holding. She will also take your face in her hands and kiss the corners of your lips, and rest her head on your shoulder when you two are sitting next to each other.  

-She’ll have this smug look on her face the whole time too dsjdsjdsjdsjds 

-Will absolutely do the disgusting feeding each other thing. “Babe, try this!” *Proceeds to hold forkful of food in front of your mouth. “Oh, that looks good, can I have some?” *Lets you do the same* 

-It’s revolting and I love it. 

Joseph (Fluff):

-He’s already awake. He’s got to get up early and train (Viva reverie reference: “With these tall hat guys for a looooong time!”)  But oops, you just so happened to burrow against him, and your arm seems to have found its way across his stomach. What a predicament, you’re still asleep! He can’t wake you!

-He decides that he just doesn’t have the heart to move you, and wraps his arms around you to pull you even closer. What if you get cold? He’s warm, you’ll be warm next to him!

-He will hold you against him until you wake up, no matter how late it makes him. Punishments be damned. You’re way too cute and this opportunity is way too good to pass up. 

-In all honesty though he’s elated that you want him to hold you. This carries over into you being awake. He’ll be hanging off of you. Hell, He’ll carry you around if you give the okay. He will absolutely kneel so he can carry you around on his shoulders. 

-He’s very handsy, so rip to your personal space. You asked for it, after all. You wanna sit in that chair over there? Aww, that’s too bad. He’s your chair now. 

-Are you complaining tho? He’s got some thicc thighs, you’ll be pretty comfy. 

-Psst his hands are gonna be like twice your size compare hand sizes he will love it

Josuke:

-He’s already cuddly bb

-But if on the rarest of rare occasions he either 1.) wakes up before you or 2.) Isnt already holding you, and you press closer to him in your sleep, just maybe ball his shirt up in your fists as you clutch at him, yearning for the affection you’re too scared to ask for when you’re awake

-Oh god he cry

-He cry so hard

-He is the (Parker James’ Steven Voice) CEO of bear hugs. Especially if someone as adorable as you is cuddling up against him.

-He will pull you up against him and bury his face in your hair, maybe even falling back asleep himself. (good luck getting out of his embrace when he’s asleep lol There’s no chance.) 

-it is always a nice surprise to wake up cocooned in his arms, his entire body wrapped around you. 

-When you’re both awake, He’ll do lots of little things for you. Absentmindedly rub your back and shoulders, sling an arm around your shoulders, link pinkies, hold hands, forehead kisses

-He will lift you up and spin you around and kiss you but shh don’t tell anyone

-He is

-so GOD damn soft I love him 

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

18+ ONLY

BUCCIARATI:

-He’s in the midst of registering being awake, getting prepared for the day, when he notices that you’re uh

-he can’t help his erection when he sees you bury your face in his neck and grind your hips against him. You’re still asleep, what could you possibly be dreaming about? 

-Oh god if he hears you whimper his name it’s all over for you. 

-Shakes your shoulder, peering into your sleep-gripped eyes and smiles nervously. 

-”Tesoro, would you mind if I made love to you before I left for work?” 

-Your lips on his are answer enough. He’ll thrust into you at a slow, sensual speed, showering you in praises, leaving soft kisses all over your body. Never marking, but always making sure the feeling of his mouth lingers on your skin. 

-He will speak only in italian during this time, so unless you know italian, don’t count on understanding anything he says. (You’ll have a pretty good Idea of what he means tho 👀)

-He will absolutely make sure you won’t be getting out of bed for the rest of the day. He definitely has a way of making your body melt under his touch. He’s never rough. He’s so, so gentle with you, and you’d be surprised how quickly he can have you cumming because of it. 

-If you ask nicely, he’ll stay in bed with you for a little longer afterwards, pressing kisses into your hair and telling you how much he cherishes you

-”You don’t have to be afraid, dolcezza. My arms are always open for you. You’ll find in them nothing but home.” 

ABBACCHIO: 

-Did you just grab his tiddies?

-He’s in the middle of telling you off when he sees that you’re asleep, mumbling about how you want him to take you, grinding against him. 

-Something feral awakens in him at the sight of you, unknowingly begging for him, and he grabs your wrists, flipping you fast, waking you, and leaning over you, his breath hot against your ear. 

-”Dolcezza, Is it okay if I fuck you?” 

-The answer is yesssssssss

-Oh bby he is R o u g h. He’ll use his stand to hold your arms above your head and push your legs up so far that your thighs will be pressed against your chest, and he will pound into you with a speed and force that’s almost inhuman

-He will kiss you hard, and long, so that when he pulls away, you’re gasping for air, your lips bruised, your eyes rolled into the back of your head. 

-Any qualms he has about being this close to you are out the door. You’ll have deep handprints in your legs from where he was holding them, and the darker the bruise he leaves with his mouth, the happier he is. He doesn’t care where he leaves them, either. Expect some on your chin, your neck, your chest, anywhere he can reach, honestly. But if your lips are bruised, that’s what satisfies him the most. 

-You’ll definitely cum more than once, and once he cums, it’s hard, and he’ll pull you flush against him, breathing heavily, burying his face in your shoulder. Tell him it’s okay, because once he’s come down from his high, his fear that he hurt you is overwhelming. He loves you, after all. Reassure him. Hold him close, and don’t let go. 

MISTA: 

-(Once again Julian laugh) Oh ho ho! 

-He’s gonna watch for a minute, but wake you up if the pressure becomes too much for him. He’ll give you a moment to wake up, and then ask you to fuck. 

-(Yes yes yes) 

-He’s like a mix of Abbacchio and Bucciarati. Rough and kinky, but will literally shower you in praise and affection. 

-He likes tugging your hair while taking you from behind (If you have hair. If not, his hands will grip your waist, or reach around to rub your clit/stroke your cock depending. 

-He will kiss down your back while leaning over you, making sure to leave little marks that’ll last, but not long 

-Definitely makes you cum before he does, but if he can, really enjoys cumming together. To him, it adds to the intimacy of the moment. 

-”Oh, Bombolone, do you need me so much that You want me even in your dreams? I’ll wake you each time, I need you more than you know. You are so perfect. You are so wonderful, and adorable, and I love you so much.” 

-He will literally not shut the fuck up during sex but it’s okay because it’s all sweet and loving. 

JOSEPH: 

-Oh jesus christ stroke his ego why dontcha

-if you’ve discussed it beforehand, and you’re into Somnophilia, he’ll fuck you right there. But if not, He’ll take the time to wake you, his ears burning red. 

-”Oi, babe, You were holding onto me kinda tight and grinding your hips against my leg. If you want me that bad, say something.”  

-He will destroy you. Something about seeing you want him when you’re not even aware of what you’re doing? OOF. 

-He also has a bad case of not shutting the fuck up during sex. 

-The best remedy to this is to just pull him down into a kiss while he’s snapping his hips against yours. Hold it for as long as possible. It’ll make his heart happy if you’re bold enough to initiate a kiss as well. 

-He cums before you but will help you cum as well, whether it be eating you out/blowjob or fingering you/handjob. (If you’re AMAB then he’ll let you return the favor tbh) 

-Will shamelessly ask you for a blowjob. If you indulge him, he’s on cloud nine, His hands weaved into your hair, watching your every move as your mouth closes around his cock and your tongue swirls around him. It takes all of his self control not to throat fuck you. 

-Once you’ve reached your limit, he’ll help you into the shower and massage wherever’s sore, washing you off with a gentleness that’s a stark contrast to his movements prior. 

BONUS GYRO

-When did you end up in his sleeping bag? 

-He’s awake before you or Johnny, and he notices you’ve burrowed yourself close to him. You’re also

-Nyo-ho. Oh are you also. 

-He’ll shake your shoulder, and once you’re awake, he’ll flash his grill and lean in, whispering in your ear

-”D’you wanna fuck me that bad that you’re doing it in your sleep, doll?” 

-Who cares if johnny’s sleeping right over there, with your consent, he’s inside of you faster than anything. He’ll give you a moment to adjust to him, and then start off slow, massaging your hips and thighs, whispering how amazing you are. 

-He goes slow, but makes sure he’s down to his full length with every thrust, pressing his lips into the corners of your mouth, then crashing them directly against your lips, not letting you come up for air until your legs are trembling around him. 

-He won’t change things up until he hears a “Please” 

-That’s his favorite word. If you groan out a “Please, Gyro,” And your voice cracks, oh, are you in for a t r e a t. 

-He’ll make you see stars, but shh, don’t get too loud, doll. Johnny’s asleep. If you’re being too loud, he’ll cover your mouth with his hand. 

-Please hold onto him. Wrap your arms and legs around him while he fucks you. He loves it so much. 

-Once you’ve cum, he tumbles not long after, blurting out something in italian that you can only hope to understand if you don’t speak it. (Hint: It’s praises for you and your body.) 

-Once he’s done, he falls back down next to you, pulling you close and pressing his lips to your forehead, deciding that It can be a later start than usual today. Besides, you look so cute curled up against him like that, doll. 

#jjba #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba headcanons #jjba x reader #Bucciarati x reader #buccellati x reader #abbacchio x reader #mista x reader #fugo x reader #narancia x reader #giorno x reader #trish x reader #joseph x reader #josuke x reader #gyro x reader

[unnerving-presence]

Heyy I saw your HCs are open by any chance you could do Felix Richter HCs? it would be amazing if you can!

I love Felix so much !! I read his lore a couple days ago and he’s been growing in me ever since. There will be the tiniest bit of German in here, since I assume he actually speaks German. I myself am half german but I barely speak the language so don’t bully me if I get some of these things wrong I’m typing what I know ahfjshdjsh

Felix Richter Relationship Headcanons

He loves talking to you about everything him and his father accomplished. He’ll probably get really into detail about it so you may be there a bit just listening to him talk about architecture even though (I assume) you barely know anything about it.

He often calls you liebling and schatz. Even during trials, after he patches you up, he’ll probably say something like, “Geht es dir gut, meine liebe?” “Felix, I don’t know what you’re saying but thank you”

He will definitely introduce you to Élodie. He explains that they knew each other before they got pulled into the fog, so expect to see them talk by the campfire shortly after a trial, most likely about how they got here and why.

bABY MAN IS SOFT

Him love affection

Gib hug blease he want big hug maybe even a kiss?? He just wants love I can’t even begin to describe how different he acts when you get affectionate with him he just loves it so much

Let him lay his head on your thighs. He thinks they’re really warm and comfy and they’re like soft squishy pillows oh wait now he’s just grabbing them. If you couldn’t tell already he’s a thigh guy and he will appreciate any size and any shape.

Hes a gentleman at heart and always takes care of you after any bad trials. Even if it’s infront of the other survivors, he’ll let you crawl into his lap and rest as he gently rubs your back and plays with your hair occasionally.

If he even sees you shiver just a little he’ll be putting his jacket around your shoulders. There will be no cold s/o on his watch. Even if he’s freezing his butt off, you always come first. You even took it into a trial one time since you wore it so long you forgot to give it back to him.

Literally the biggest tease in the fog. You’d expect him to be all soft and go kissy-kissy mwah-mwah but no. He’s all for affection and kisses and all that, but he finds it really amusing when he teases you.

Just imagine Felix pushing you up against a wall, hands on your waist, leaning in real close to your ear, only to give it a little nibble and just walking away. What a bully smh

Don’t touch his hair >:( Well, atleast don’t when he just fixed it after that very long but very heated makeout session. Any other time he actually really likes it when you do and it’s one of the main things you can do to calm him down after a trial.

#felix is so handsome can I kiss him #my brain shorted out on the last hc #I couldn’t think of anything good also it’s 4 in the morning help me #dead by daylight x reader #dbd x reader #felix richter #felix richter x reader #dead by daylight

[samatedeansbroccoli]

broccoli blease hand over any kyle/alex hc u have 🤲🏽

Oh fuck yeah someone that I can finally gush about this ship to.

•Kyle wouldn’t call it love at first sight but he certainly wouldn’t call it a slow burn. Upon meeting Alex, it started more out of respect, though he found himself seeming to look up and respect Alex in a different way than Price. He assumed it was because Alex is a new face he’s not familiar with. It wasn’t until days later did he realize “Oh shit, this isn’t the same respect I see with Price or Farah.”

•As for Alex, he found Kyle’s naïveté adorable. For everyone operating in or related to Urzikstan, everyone they worked with had at least one battle’s experience prior to joining the operation there. Kyle’s fresh curiosity and eager but skeptical personality is what attracted Alex the most, and he’s more than happy to be patient and help guide Kyle along when he gets the time.

•Speaking of first battle time, Kyle finds comfort in talking to Alex about his experiences after each battle. He’s been conditioned enough through training that some of it doesn’t bother him, but some of it is hard to process as well. In return, Alex finds safety in admitting his worst fears and scariest war memories to Kyle. Over time, they cut out a block of time once a week to talk about things that have bothered them throughout the week and they just need to get off their chest, though the schedule is flexible.

•Though they’re about two centimetres apart (1.81 for Kyle, 1.83 for Alex), Alex seems way taller than him, or so Kyle thinks. Especially when they sit down, it becomes more apparent Alex is more torso than leg. Alex finds this out and of course teases him for being short, though it’s sparse.

•Love confessions were done in the middle of a battle. Why? Because Kyle thought it was romantic—actually he thought he might die. Alex challenged him and said, “if we make it out of this, I’ll kiss you,” and Kyle accepted. Needless to say, they made it out of there and Alex kept his promise.

•Speaking of kissing, Alex is a terrible kisser. But hey, so is Kyle. Their first kiss/make-out was an absolute mess and they joke about it all the time. After that, they don’t really kiss too often because they enjoy nuzzling each other’s faces way better. Less of a way to screw up. Also A L E X B E A R D T I C K L E S.

•Turns out Price knew they had it for each other the entire time. Laswell was a little more surprised and Farah was completely blindsided. Farah doesn’t understand anything about love but she’s supportive and does her best to come up with pickup lines Alex can use to woo Kyle. (“Are you a grenade? Because my heart explodes for you.”) She doesn’t realize how bad they really are and Alex and Kyle never tell her.

•They’re not super affectionate when around others, opting for more of a teasing/competitive personality. But when they’re alone, you can bet they will cuddle right into one another and pretend that nothing but this moment matters in the world.

•Both Price and Laswell can tell the days they really need to be in one another’s arms, particularly after a death scare. Unless it’s an absolute emergency, both will make sure to keep others occupied and away from the two to give them space.

•When they get some time off, they will be the biggest homebodies you’ll ever see and spend most of the day napping with each other or basically doing nothing except enjoying one another’s company. If someone actually needs to be responsible, it’s Kyle. He’ll do grocery shopping, laundry, house cleaning, etc. Alex makes up for it by finding sappy romcom movies and shows they can watch together (he himself hates them but Kyle loves them) and doing the dishes. Additionally, he helps Kyle feel safe and cope with his fears left from the war.

•Neither really have a proper home to return to so when they do get time off, they either crash Price’s, Laswell’s, or one of their sibling’s houses. Sometimes they go to Kyle’s mom’s house. Needless to say they get a lot of food while they’re there.

•It’s Alex who said “So what do you think of marriage?” Kyle jumped the gun and said yes like he was being proposed to and Alex ended up proposing to him with a $25 gift card to Starbucks because that’s the only thing he had in his pocket. He claimed he didn’t want to go the traditional ring route since they’re not allowed to wear jewelry anyway in the military, so here’s something more useful! It wasn’t until months after their marriage did Kyle realize.

#call of duty #modern warfare 2019 #mw 19 #kyle gaz garrick #alex echo 3 1 #echo 3 1 #Kyle x Alex

[everybodyknows-everybodydies]

okay I gotta go to bed bc I'm losing my mind at how many of these from 99-00 are clearly written by, like, actual children and it's tripping me out to think about the concept of those same people as adults today completely unaware of some random lesbian at 1am in May 2021 wheezing over their 500 word story about Kerry casually revealing deep personal trauma to Lydia with zero prompting BUT ANYWAY

LET'S TALK ABOUT RECURRING THEMES IN CORDANO FICS FROM THE 02-04 ERA (MY SPECIFIC AREA OF EXPERTISE) disclaimer this is all lovingly teasing in tone, I am recognizing that these things are nearly all patently silly but this is NOT intended to mock any of them

- Mark is dead because that's convenient to everyone I guess, sometimes the author tosses a crumb my way and lets Elizabeth have some feelings about that but mostly it's just easier apparently if we kill him off EMBRACE THE OT3 I YELL THROUGH THE FABRIC OF TIME BUT NO ONE EVER LISTENS

- GRETEL IS DEAD???? THIS IS ILLEGAL WHY DOES EVERYONE WANT GRETEL GONE SHE IS A GOOD DOG AND DID NOTHING WRONG EVER IN HER LIFE

- alternatively Gretel is not dead, but the author clearly doesn't know what to do with her so when she's "onscreen" she's always sleeping or otherwise conveniently out of the way. Romano honey I think your dog is in a coma

- Romano gets sick and for some reason this means he has to spend like two weeks recovering from the flu at Elizabeth's house because he apparently needs someone to tell him when to take Tylenol. this is always accompanied by SHOCKING REVELATIONS about each other's habits outside of work and, like, personal interests?? BFFs just don't talk I guess :(

- Romano has so much angst. no for real he has, like, all of it. Elizabeth's canon distress at always "being the strong one"? never heard of it, here's ur new weepy boyfriend wow it's great you don't also have things to be a little broken about!!

- we work at a hospital but conveniently this story that takes place over like a month never has us AT the hospital............ I see you authors of 20 years ago and I agree medical scenes are hard 😔

- Ella is either always with a babysitter OR latching on to Romano immediately because he is Canon Good With Kids, Remember That (this is a problem that could be solved if we ever set any fics BEFORE s8 instead of after, but those are EXTREMELY RARE (see: first point))

- .......Romano is weirdly dominant, uh, physically. this is patently false, the man LOVES when people prove they can one-up him. also look me in the eye and tell me again that Elizabeth "control issues" Corday would be into that hfjdjgkdkg NO can you IMAGINE. I only ever skim explicit scenes because hello sex-repulsed ace here but this happens EVEN IN THE SMOOCHING SCENES... blease

if you noticed the connecting thread through all of these is a focus on Romano, you are correct! often at the expense of my beloved, despite her being the other main character. WHEN THOSE BEAUTIFUL FEW WITH EQUAL FOCUS AND GOOD CHARACTERIZATION HIT THOUGH........... swoon

anyway in conclusion ot3 rights and give Gretel more screentime in fics 2k21

#Mouse talks! #it's now 2am and I am half asleep already does this make sense. does it matter #is it OKAY to be like 'this thing someone wrote when I was in preschool is unintentionally hilarious' #like is that morally acceptable for tumblr I PROMISE ALL THE ENJOYMENT I GET FROM SUPER OLD FICS IS GENUINE AND WHOLEHEARTED #and I FULLY hope there's someone out there laughing hysterically at my OWN melodramatic fics from ten years ago!!!!!!!

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

MINNIE SENPAI!! blease do E, I, K, L, N, O, W, Z for Leo? 🥺💖 (i might have gone overboard, so feel free to choose the ones you like the most fhdgk)

Haha, welcome welcome!! I’m honored kouhai, please don’t worry! 💖💖💖 I hope you enjoy this post~ 

Under a cut for length, yet again LOL

Fluffy ABC headcanons listed here for requests!

E = Emotions (how does he express emotion around her?)

Bold of you to insinuate Leonardo has emotions that aren’t imposed against his will HAHAHA. Just kidding, but he does have a hard time not clowning and hiding what he’s feeling. Say it with me kids, repression. That being said, I think he will always have a hard time expressing himself without hesitation in his relationship. His first instinct is to soothe and protect; he doesn’t really know how to put himself first, very few people have ever cared to put him first in his life. One of the hardest things about being capable with the mental acuity of a blade is that everyone just kinda assumes you'll be fine (compounded by the fact that he feels burdensome asking for help). And while there’s no doubt he can take care of himself, everybody needs a daijoubu from time to time ;-;. I like to hope that his MC will be able to see through to the truth of his feelings over time--even if he doesn’t openly enumerate them--before he can smother his emotional needs into silence. Furthermore, I think he would be a little more open/obvious about the depth of his love over time because, at some point, those feelings would accumulate to the point of overflow.

With Leonardo, vulnerability is a slow burn; he will reveal what he’s thinking someday, but today is not that day. Have patience, be gentle with his absolute clown self-neglect, try to meet him halfway; that trust will inspire him to be everything he thought he never could be for someone else. 

In the meantime:

One of the key signals when it comes to Leonardo is to pay attention to when he’s seeking to spoil her. If he’s being extra uwu, that’s a surefire sign he’s Coping™ by channeling those more negative feelings into making her happy. He thinks the best way to handle The Bad Feels and/or concern for her is to redirect that energy into something constructive, and what better outcome could there be than her pouting or giving him that dazzling smile of hers? 

Honestly, with Leonardo, he tends to convert emotion into action--she will know the warmth of his love long before he ever says it out loud. 

He has a hard time articulating his feelings, so asking him to say them outright might be hard on him--it might not be the best immediate go-to. Spoil him out of the blue, instead. She’ll seek him out and just sit in his lap and cuddle for a nap sessh completely without warning, hold him tight so that he knows she’s here no matter what. She’ll indulge his cute needy moments and lounge in bed all morning together, hold his hand first when they go out, take charge in the bedroom; she’ll show him he’s wanted and needed before he can even think to doubt himself. Murmur compliments to him, make him things he loves to eat, give him a back rub unprompted. It’s the simple awareness of what he enjoys and the execution of it before he can prepare that utterly decimates him into revealing the feelings he keeps under tight control. 

He is a lover that thrives on spontaneity and burning, silent consideration for the person he cherishes. The most adorable thing about this is that he is absolutely lost when the same tactic is used against him, he’s utterly defenseless to it!! (look at me. He has zero emotional object permanence. The mere prospect that somebody would worry about him first would send him into shock. And remember: the way people give love can often be the most powerful way they receive it, too.) The sacred texts!! She can use them to make him smile that smile that lets her know he’s an absolute goner for her without the need for words; the smile that says “it will always be you. It can only ever be you.”

When he’s happy, he literally just spoils her with more energy and teasing--expect a lot of wild fun and laughter when he’s in a good mood. He will have exceptionally tender moments now and again (say after a bad nightmare of losing her, for example) where he won’t say anything at all, just holds her close. He needs to know that she’s still here, that she’s okay. It is a rare and huge act of emotional trust; MC’s understanding and her easy proximity in these moments mean the world to him. When he’s distant and evasive, that is the time to give him some space before wedging her way inside. She won’t let him sit and stew in abysmal feelings; he has a bad habit of punishing himself too much or lingering on unhappy moments in his life. Despite how he seems he takes things incredibly seriously--to the point where he exhausts himself. 

When he’s jealous and feeling petulant, he will not hesitate bitch and will get surprisingly grumpy. She’ll coo at him and reassure him that he’s the only one for her, and he’ll calm in the circle of her arms. Fun bonus: he’ll be embarrassed/mortified about being out of control later and she has ENDLESS fun teasing him just a little, even better if he punishes her with a good bangarang. Anger and irritation are emotions he tends to leave be, but if someone directs any kind of threat to MC (or an innocent in general) every trace of his jovial nature dissolves in milliseconds. He is swift, decisive, and deadly when he’s belligerent; he is the last person to push too far. He will often regret it later or worry about scaring MC, but it really does only happen once in a great while. She always reassures him that she knows he only did what he felt he had to in the moment.

You can just hear the Leonardo stan in me, lord jesus

I = Injury (how would he react if she got hurt?)

OH GOD KILL ME FUCKING SOFTLY AUGHGHGHGHGGH

I think it would depend on the injury. If it’s something like a papercut or a scratch, he’ll just be like “yare yare cara mia, be a little more careful next time, yeah?” Will bandage her up and disinfect because he knows enough about medicine to be cautious. Plenty attentive, will probably tease her about being a klutz and/or tell her to ask for help next time. Everything you would expect from Leonardo, essentially; equal parts light-hearted and responsible.

NOW WE GONNA GET SPOICY

If the injury is much more intense--say a broken limb, or deep gashes, so on and so forth--I see Leonardo being very, very grim. His lips would be pursed into a firm line, blanched white from the pressure, and his first step would be to get her out of the danger at any cost to himself. Following his ability to get her to a safe place, he would begin to tend the wound as gently as possible, asking questions to gauge the severity with single-minded concentration. “Where does it hurt? Rate the pain, describe what it feels like. Can you move the injured limb?” He will use whatever he has at his disposal to minimize her suffering if he can’t get her to a doctor immediately. If she requires treatment from someone else, he will be beside himself the entire time; chain-smoking, pacing, running his hands through his hair nonstop. He has ants in his pants until he sees her with color in her face, eyes bright again.

May I offer: They are 100% that couple (in which Leonardo is the one that falls asleep at her bedside) that’s like “you look like shit.” “look who’s talking, stupid.” and they just start laughing, mutually relieved.

During her recovery, he will be incredibly gentle but also subliminally alert. Anything she needs, she gets. If she tries to return to a normal pace of life too fast, he is straight up just picking her up and putting her back in that recovery bed. He ain’t playin’--don’t test him on this. He’s usually pretty easygoing, but he will snap at anyone who isn’t careful with her in this state. He will not take any further risk to her life. (He’s not usually brittle, but under severe conditions he can be.) He’ll tease her from time to time, but it’s much more mild than usual; he’s too consumed with concern to let her get worked up. He’s never really had to deal with a prolonged state of physical helplessness personally, but he’s seen enough in his life to know it can be really taxing on a person’s mind. There will be a thin veneer of calm, only there to keep her relaxed and to ensure the stability of her mental health. He knows that if he shows too much distress, he’s only going to worry her further--and that’s the last thing he wants. He will spend the majority of his time acquiring as many distractions as humanly possible, even if he has to be the distraction; anything to get her mind off of darker things.

When she’s back to normal, he’ll still be on alert for a short while before he goes back to his usual clowning self; might be a little more protective and cautious than usual, or be a little paranoid about the specific thing that caused her harm. (No Leonardo, we need kitchen knives--how else are we going to cut the carrots?? Please relax.) He doesn’t want that kind of heart attack again anytime soon;;;;

Honestly, it’s very likely that MC will have to be the one to remind him that she’s fully recovered--and not quite so fragile--well after she’s returned to the normal pace of life.

K = Kisses (how does he like to kiss her?)

Mah heart, mah soul

When it comes to kisses, Leonardo will vary extensively. Will give her teasing pecks intended to make her grab hold of him and force him to linger, smirking into the kiss as she’s instigated to deepen it. When he’s feeling particularly overwhelmed with feeling--say when he’s jealous or frustrated--his kisses will be dizzying; sucking on her tongue and nipping at her lips, caging her against him as he unleashes all of the desire that was building inside him. The intent will be to drown her in passion. Lazy kisses before/after a nap, where he just wants to revel in the heat of her for a moment--express his affection on a whim--before dozing off. And last, but certainly not least, he will kiss her with the express intent of marking her. Due to his inability refusal to bite her, he seeks to relieve that instinct with hickeys all over her body (most frequently around the chest and neck, sometimes along her thighs and hips when he has fun downtown).

L = Love (how does he show her that he loves her?)

This man is Acts of Service through and through when it comes to showing his love. He is exceptionally observant and sensitive to the feelings of others, so the second he sees her in need he is already seeking an externalized solution. His usual modus operandi is to enact his love as covertly as possible; he doesn’t want her feeling guilty for troubling him. That being said, if he has to be direct--he will be. He won’t ever force her, but he will remind her that he is here and that he wants to help more than anything else. If she needs time on her own he’s happy to give it (even if he pouts and fidgets restlessly the whole time). His most acute expression of love is his reliability: taking care of people is the first way he knows how to express affection.

While that tends to be his primary method, it by no means insinuates that he won’t show affection in other ways. If he teases her, it’s because he wants her attention more than anything but is far too shy to say it directly (is he a middle schooler of a lover? Yes). More to the point, asking for her time and her attention is a way that he expresses love because it means he trusts her enough to know the signs, fulfill those needs, and realize that he meant no harm with his nonsense. Though it may sound odd, his desire to rely on her a little (insert is for me? meme) is his way of showing her he’s letting her in, and that’s a very real form of love considering how Herculean an effort it is for him to rely on someone else. It’s the same reason he will sometimes make his room an even bigger disaster zone than usual. He has every intention of cleaning up after himself, he just wants her to bust in and start fussing over him LMAO  (MC: WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS LEONARDO?! Meanwhile Leonardo, an idiot full of uwus at the sight of his beloved exasperated, sitting in a pile of trash: Just according to keikaku)

As odd as it may sound, it’s almost like a weird reverse damsel in distress sort of dynamic? He carefully constructs situations where she can offer him help with the express purpose (and hope) that she will care enough to bust past his enfeebled defenses. It’s so oddly demure for this enormous punk of a man, but I find it adorable ;-;

Other ways he loves to show how he feels is to take her on trips or on little adventures. One of his favorite things to do is to watch her take in places he knows like the back of his hand--or even places new to him--with all the gleeful excitement of a little kid. It just warms him down to the marrow, and makes him have so much more fun than he ever could alone to see her buzz around nonstop. If he can encourage her to relax and take some time for herself in the process, to live for herself a little (she’s all too giving) then he considers the entire endeavor a success. All the effort is worth it if she can remember their time together with a smile Must You Hurt Me Like This, Leonardo.

One form of love that he will behead me for revealing is that he also sketches her all the time in his notebook, and will look to those little moments he’s captured whenever he’s feeling down or she’s not around. 

He will have times where, if he can’t convey something properly with his actions or through making love, he will level with her. He will take the time to try to explain his feelings with accuracy, and in these moments he is both sincere and heartfelt. While it is a more rare expression of love for him, it is earth shattering when he does. Not only because his feelings run so deep, but also because these moments are unmistakably raw. Leonardo knows that vulnerability is a simultaneous boon and bane; it can inspire so much mutual joy, but it can also mean the exposure of lifelong wounds. It means acknowledging that these feelings are real. Even if she never takes advantage of the truth, he is aware of how precarious that position can be the more intense this love gets. It means facing how hollow he will feel when she's gone--something he works very, very hard to look away from.

(A related addendum because I have brainworms: The reason that people love and trust Leonardo is not primarily based in his intellect, fairly natural charisma, or good looks (though they are very compelling elements of his person). I think what people really see is how--though Leonardo sees through to the truth of peoples’ hearts in seconds--he keeps their secrets and treats them with so much respect/gentleness. It’s this odd capacity to be seen without feeling exposed that makes him such a remarkable and interesting man, and why he grows so close to everyone’s hearts. People feel understood without the need for words, feel cared for without a second thought. That being said, I think he needs someone who is similar. A person who sees all that he is on the surface, but barring that forges deeper still to find and cradle those parts of him that still need so much healing/care.

There’s a reason one of the greatest hits to his heart in his MS--one of the moments MC most powerfully gets through to him--is when she essentially says “Don’t give me that. Nobody ever gets used to loss. When something hurts, it hurts.” Whether she realized it or not, she penetrated straight to his heart with those few words. The truth is often much simpler than we might assume, and no matter how much experience one has with certain emotions--particularly grief and loneliness--no amount of experience makes them hurt any less. We only grow better at concealing or coping with age...)

N = Nightmare (what is his worst fear?)

I have a list (from Comte). I keep them alphabetized.

Jkjk, but if I’m honest I think this man has a good amount of fear inside him. I’d say the highest ones up there would absolutely be losing MC very suddenly, or being the reason--whether directly or indirectly--she gets hurt (like if his familia came after her to get back at him? he would be devastated).

If it is a timeline where he does choose to turn her, he’s beside himself at the prospect of the turning process going horribly wrong. It’s an unpredictable transition, and if she were to come back mentally broken or in constant pain (immortal wounds/aberrant) I think it would really fuck him up emotionally. He would blame himself without a doubt ;-; and that’s assuming she doesn’t hate his ass for the rest of eternity if it does go well (Leonardo I am begging you to use one brain cell)

O = Oddity (what is one quirk he has?) This one’s just a crack hc so if you were taking me seriously for any amt of this post, this is my suggestion that you stop

Leonardo is a man of many idiosyncrasies; among them an incapacity to dance and writing in a mirrored hand. 

Another one is his absolute hatred for mint. One of Comte’s favorite things to do to mess with Leonardo is to stuff the drawers in his desk with peppermint candies to ward off his old friend and make him stop sleeping under his desk (like how people will use salt for demons!). He will also drink mint tea if he’s feeling particularly irritated with Leonardo’s antics, like if he’s received a ton of letters from Leonardo’s familia. Tells him to come to his office and the place is SUFFUSED in the scent of mint. Comte is just sitting at his desk with the stack, wearing that incorrigible look like “If I must suffer, so must you.” 

One time--before MC was aware of this quirk--she had some chocolate that had mint in it after dinner. Leonardo kissed her without knowing (he came in late) and literally died where he was standing; he was biting his tongue to keep from gagging. MC just o: ???? because she’s never seen him make that grimace, especially after sharing a kiss. Comte was in fucking tears laughing at the head of the dining table while Napoleon and Sebastian were both fighting a smile--Arthur was outright wheezing. Isaac, blushing and coughing lightly into his fist, offers the explanation that Leonardo hates mint-flavored things and the scent of it makes him queasy. 

W = Warrior (how does he feel about her fighting? Would he fight for her, beside her, etc?)

Man, this one’s tough, but if I’m honest I think he would be conflicted. On the one hand, he thinks it’s badass and hot as all fuck that she knows how to hold her own in a brawl; he can’t deny it’s sexy and reassuring (he has to resist the urge to gaud her into punching him). But. That knowledge also comes with a lot of concern. Was she in a place or around people that never once looked after her? Or was it a safety precaution? He will think deeply about the implications of her capabilities, and ask about it openly if he can’t deduce the reasons from afar. He will see it as very important information in regards to how to look after her properly.

That being said, I don’t think he would let his MC fight unless there was literally no other conceivable choice (say she was attacked while he wasn’t there or before he could intercept the blow). He would literally rather fall on a sword than see her get hurt. He’s durable and used to pain; he’d rather suffer and heal fast than see her sustain a single scar or bruise. Even if it makes her angry, he’ll take a hit and ask her to stay behind him every single time without fail. He’ll accept her frustration about it and will feel that it is perfectly valid to be annoyed with him. It still won’t make him budge, though. 

Z = Zen (what makes him feel calm?)

Naps and lingering in bed well after morning with MC make this man happier and calmer than anything this world has ever seen. He loves that in those moments they aren’t thinking about anything else but each other, and he can indulge in the certainty of her presence in his life and so close to his heart. He can use the excuse of drowsiness to be tender, making love with a slow, devastating build to pleasure--hand entwined with hers against the sheets. 

Failing that, he goes to things that stimulate his senses to find calm--he can’t really relax if his hands and/or mind aren’t occupied (i.e. cigarillos lmao). It’s why he’s often in the library; he’s always seeking new information and conundrums to sort out mentally if he doesn’t have the energy to go out and about. If he’s in his room he’ll be drafting diagrams, coming up with new concepts and architectural schematics, even making trinkets for MC or fixing something in the mansion. If he needs a change of scene or has the spoons, he’ll make a trip to town to help people with any problems that need solving, or find some excuse to go looking for and tease MC HAHA (he’s a little shit, but he’s our little shit úwù)

#asks #ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp leo #ikevamp headcanons #ikevamp hcs #ikevamp comte #ikevamp fluff #fluff headcanons #so like ik this is unhinged but also i hope you enjoy my nonsense? #tysm for sending in an ask it was a delight to do these for leonardo! #got carried away as usual but how does one not for this excellent bastard i salute him o7 #leonardo is just a roller coaster of a lover HAHAHA but that's not a bad thing~ #here's to another day wishing i could hold him and tell him it will be okay **sighs** #rambles

[oyasuminto]

Okey Minty, just for you, bc I want some of that undying love and affection *rubs hands* give us some nsfw Keiichiro hcs blease

Bro...

Keiichiro prides himself on being a kind and generous lover. His partner's comfort and pleasure is of the utmost importance. He's a service top through-and-through.

He's the kind of man who sets up scented candles and paths of rose petals. Yes it's cheesy, he knows it's cheesy, but Keiichiro is a sucker for the classics.

Expect to be absolutely worshipped. No insecurity allowed when you’re in Keiichiro’s bed.

I refuse to believe that Keiichiro isn’t amazing with his tongue and fingers. He could absolutely find the g-spot with ease, no questions asked.

Generally pretty quiet, only letting out small gasps and moans, but he’s very talkative; saying how good it feels inside you, how much he loves you, how effervescent you look when cumming.

He is a relentless tease, both inside and outside the bedroom; blowing into your ear at random, feeding you a dessert and then ‘casually’ mentioning that chocolate is a known aphrodisiac, leaning in to whisper risqué comments before getting back to work, etc.

And the worst part is that you can never get too mad, because Keiichiro Akasaka always delivers on his teasing.

#Tokyo Mew Mew Smut #GN Reader #Keiichiro Akasaka Smut #NSFT #Headcanons

[wasithard]

Ok I haven’t read them yet but I see u have only posted one of ur folklore bits and I feel like u knew I was gna ask for more..... blease can I see some sequinned smile black lipstick.... 🥺😭

annie u actually made me realise that i forgot to put one of my wips on that post oopsie! i’ve updated it now. also ik there were only two to choose from but as fate would have it sequin smile black lipstick is the one featuring love sex magic!!!!!!!!!! can u believe, how long ago were we talking about it??

DISCLAIMER for everyone Percy is NOT consuming alcohol in this chapter ok! Drink Driving is NOT OK.

sequin smile, black lipstick

Annabeth likes to think of herself as a brave person. Even so, she’s not brave enough to tell her best friend that she’s in love with him.

She runs her finger along the edge of her bottom lip, fixing a non-existent unevenness in her shiny black lipstick to buy herself some more time before she has to leave the bathroom and re-enter the party.

Normally she has a better hold on herself than this, but something about the alcohol in her blood, the snug fit of his skinny jeans, the way his eyes had lingered on the midriff exposed by her cropped old band shirt when he first saw her tonight is making it harder for Annabeth to remember why she’s spent so long convincing herself that the risk of telling Percy how she feels and maybe hurting their friendship isn’t worth it.

She needs to sober up.

There’s a knock at the bathroom door.

She needs to sober up now.

“One second!” She calls out, meeting her own gaze in the mirror and muttering, “Annabeth Chase, you are stronger than this,” before straightening and walking out of the bathroom before she can second guess herself.

Annabeth decides to hunt down Rachel, who will probably laugh in her face about the fact that Annabeth is freaking out over this and effectively remind her of how ridiculous she’s being.

Instead she runs into Percy.

“Hey!” He says, steadying her with his hands on her arms, his eyes on hers. “I’ve been looking for you. Wanna dance?”

She hears the beginning notes of a Ciara track on the speakers above her and grins. What a shame she hadn’t found Rachel first to talk some sense into her. “You know,” she starts, a teasing tone dripping easily into her voice, “There was a time when I would’ve had to beg you to ask me to dance with you.” She starts walking in the direction of the makeshift dancefloor in the next room, “I’m proud of this growth, Percy.”

“Shut up,” he groans, nudging her with his shoulder and grabbing her hand, spinning her under his arm and into the crowd of bodies dancing with varying levels of coordination. “If you want to talk about who’s improved the most since middle school, I could say a lot about how you’ve learnt not to step on my toes anymore.” Annabeth rolls her eyes at him but doesn’t miss the way he keeps hold of her hand after she’s finished spinning. She uses it to spur her on, running her hands up his arms until she can hook them behind his neck and pull him closer.

“Touché,” she says as his hands come up to rest at her waist, his body swaying with hers to the beat.

Percy and Annabeth are friends. Best friends. Despite the ceaseless teasing of their classmates, they are decidedly nothing more than friends. Sure, they’ve kissed a few times. It doesn’t mean anything.

At least, it doesn’t mean anything Annabeth is willing to admit to herself.

There are moments when she lets herself forget that there are consequences to her actions, though. Moments when the feelings Annabeth spends most of her time ignoring demand to be felt, so she holds on to Percy a little bit tighter, stands a little bit closer, lets her gaze linger a little bit longer.

It doesn’t help that he seems more than willing to indulge her on these occasions.

So tonight they’re holding onto each other, dancing to 2000s music. There’s a disco ball hanging from the light at the centre of the room, and the light it reflects casts shimmering squares over Percy’s face as they watch each other. She feels it, an electric tension that seems to always hum between them but only flares up at certain moments – like right now. Percy’s hands tighten at her waist and she’s one second from pushing up onto her toes so she can press her lips to his when all the lights in the room come on and an adult female voice starts shouting at the Stolls for hosting a party in her house without telling her.

It might’ve ruined the moment, but the adrenaline rush she gets as the entire mob around her start streaming for the exit fires her up just as much. Grinning, she grabs Percy’s hand and makes for the front door, patting Travis Stoll on the shoulder as she runs past he and his brother getting lectured by their mother in the midst of the chaos.

By the time they’re outside and in Percy’s car, both of them are panting and laughing, buckling their seatbelts as Percy’s starts the engine of his old truck. They hear a tap at the back window and turn to see Charles Beckendorf and Silena Beauregard waving through the glass. Percy rolls the window down and Beckendorf says, “Got two spare seats?”

“’Course, man,” Percy says, and the couple file into the car. Then they’re off, exchanging escape stories and guessing what the Stolls’ punishment will be and eventually falling into a comfortable, tired silence as the high starts to wear off.

When they reach Beckendorf’s apartment, he and Silena get out of the car with a “Good night,” and Annabeth watches the boy loop his arm over his girlfriend’s shoulder as they walk into his building.

She turns back to Percy to see him watching them too, making sure they get inside safely. The way his green eyes reflect the streetlight in the darkness of the car is dazzling to Annabeth, and when his gaze meets hers she’s already feeling swept up again in the interrupted moment they’d shared at the party.

She doesn’t think, her hand just comes up to cup his cheek and then they’re kissing in his car.

It’s gentle and slow, like they’re both conscious that the moment is fragile enough to break if they’re not careful. Her hand stays on his cheek, and his own on the wheel, and in the quiet of their embrace Annabeth feels a section of the tight shell around her heart loosen.

They both jump when Percy’s phone vibrates with a text message, and Annabeth snaps her hand back into her lap, her mind reeling and well and truly sobered up. What was she thinking?

“It’s just mom,” Percy says, clearing his throat, “Asking when I’ll be home.”

Annabeth doesn’t respond, just stares directly out the windshield while she waits for Percy to reply to his mom and then pull out from the curb. He switches the radio on and neither of them speak the entire drive back to her place.

Before she gets out of the car she meets his gaze. Somehow, seeing the nervousness that she’s feeling herself reflected in his own eyes brings a soft smile to her face and lets her body relax.

“See you on Monday?” She asks, and he visibly relaxes too.

“See you on Monday.” He smiles.

She walks up the path to her front door and looks over her shoulder to wave at him after she’s turned the key, knowing he won’t leave until she’s closed the door behind her.

At school on Monday she berates him for forgetting his homework and it’s like the kiss never happened.

#I think i will eventually rewrite this completely once i figure out how the beginning of this damn fic will go #idk if they'll kiss in the final version #but this is cute while it's here #sequin smile black lipstick is only relevant for literally one line in this but w/e its the aesthetic #love u annie #the master of public health #hi i wrote a thing #pjo teenager triangle #hallowannie #question time

[jojosbizarrewriter]

Hi love 💕! I was wondering if you could do that same Star Platinum scenario but with our beautiful goth rice boy Risotto doing it to his s/o? He's just so tall and so 😩👌🏻🥵❤️

Give me the rice man..,,blease....he is the absolute best kind of food in this house aaAAHH!!!!! Thank you for bringing this idea back to the table because Ris is the best when it comes to lovin his s/o to pieces 💕💖 he’ll just eat. You. Up.

(There is N/SFW ahead. 18+)

Risotto is always the type to go above and beyond to make you feel so good in so many different ways because that’s just what he loves doing. His size alone makes you tremble whether it be his height, the way he can effortlessly lift you up, or even his cock. But on days like these, it’s all about you. The noises he can get you to produce are some of his favorite things especially when he’s got you lifted up against the wall, legs sitting on his shoulders and ass being held up by his hands.

Lazily you let your hands drop to comb through his silver white locks of hair as he completely and utterly devours you, the flat of his tongue licking through your folds in order to plunge the thick muscle into the wet hole that was your cunt. Risotto didn’t dare hold back on the sounds he made because he ate you out with every intention of seeing how flustered you’d get and to see you crumble under, or should he say, above him.

“Ris- oh my god Risotto!!” You stuttered out as the wet noises cease and his half-lidded eyes glance up at you through your thighs. He hums gracefully and you felt it vibrate your clit and instinctively your thighs squeezed ever so lightly as you could without completely suffocating your boyfriend.

Noting that you couldn’t even form a coherent sentence, he takes this opportunity to continue to tongue fuck you and it sends a shiver right up your spine and throughout your whole body. His nose would occasionally rub your clit, eyes now closed as he looses himself in the moment of listening to your cries and pleas for him to keep going. Risotto felt how tight his pants were with how hard is cock was getting because he had every intention of fucking the daylights out you.

Moving to give your sensitive nub an experimental suck, he rubs his tongue in figure eights, hands groping and kneading your thighs and ass while he does so and he stops momentarily to hear your voice finally speak “I’m so close, I wanna cum, Ris! Please!” You practically are begging him and all you can think is if you weren’t in the air by his hands, you’d surely be on your knees.

As much as he wanted to tease and play with you, he too had some things he needed cared for so he was willing to give you exactly the release you were looking for. Risotto makes quick movements to allow for one arm to snake and hook around your thigh so that his fingers can continue to rub your bundle of nerves while he put his tongue to use in your wet hole. With each steady and calculated movement, you could feel the fire in your belly get hotter and hotter until one tongue thrust had you spilling over the edge of your orgasm. It would be an understatement to say that he only ‘liked’ tasting and lapping up your sweet juices when in fact he truly loved and relished in it.

Risotto felt how your walls tried to squeeze around him, pulling him in deeper while his name left your mouth with a slur of swears and compliments, sweet little nothings that had Risotto’s cock twitching in his pants, ready to be unconfined. He helped for you to ride out your orgasm before taking the precautions to allow your feet to return to the ground, legs already clearly wobbling with the intense orgasm you just felt break through you. He lifted your chin up between his thumb and index finger, his smile ever bright and his red irises were pooled over by his dilated pupils.

“So delicious, bellissima-“ His voice cooed as he praised you. His large hands cupping your face to pull you in for a deep and heat kiss which you accepted gratefully “-but I’m not done with you yet.” He adds on in the form of a whisper to your ear and it had goosebumps trailing all over your arms and shoulders. You do know of course that Risotto has a big appetite that only you can satisfy.

#im really thirsty for risotto send help #risotto n/sfw #risotto x reader n/sfw #risotto x reader #risotto nero x reader #jjba x reader #n/sfw text

[rainebowkitty]

Slipping Maquillage

Thank you so much to @boodabear001 (for her freckled Cater edits + plot ideas. I weep) @twistedwonda (for like an entire piece of dialogue lmao) @twstfuwa (for ideas and support like the wonderful bean she is. She’s floofy like Jack. Blease follow her and the others <3) for helping me in your own special ways to make this thing e x i s t. 

Cater’s a ginger. Most gingers have freckles. Perhaps he does but he’s self conscious and tries to hide them? Ohoho, but our favorite baker boyo isn’t going to let that persist. A cute Trey x Cater (Treyter) fic for your fluff needs :3

~~~

“Cater, what’s that on your cheek?” Trey had asked casually, a curious tint to his words as he stared. 

“Paint?” Cater shrugged, already aware of the pigment on his skin, embracing it with his tongue stuck out playfully. “Clumsy me spilled a little when painting the roses today.” 

“No, not that,” Trey stepped closer as his eyes fixated on a spot just above the splattered paint on the ginger’s cheekbone. Before personal space even occurred to the baker, he reached out and wiped the speck of acrylic off with his thumb only to reveal a flurry of those tawny spots underneath. Freckles.

Rampant panic flashed through Cater’s eyes as he rushed to cover his cheek with his hand. It sounded like he’d just lightly slapped himself, or maybe even clapped his hands together to grasp someone’s attention. How ironic that the action was to conceal yet another of his deep-seated flaws, especially from someone he was so close to; someone he had debated confiding in about it with many times prior.

It didn’t remotely help that the commonly calm Trey seemed to be taken aback at the reveal. The culprit of his reaction was surprise, but what was the precise reason behind that shock tainting his topaz irises? Was it the reveal of such a detail or a jolt inspired by his own boldness towards the ginger? The two had been dating, but they rarely even held hands in the extensive hallways. Dauntless caresses of the cheek definitely weren’t part of the list of things they were completely comfortable sharing in public yet.

“You… have freckles?” Trey questioned with a tilt of his head, suddenly recovered from his previous astonishment. If Cater was looking for judgement in his boyfriend’s patient gaze, it had dissipated and been replaced with an innate sense of tranquility only natural to Trey. No one was as instinctively compassionate as the clover boy. His consoling touch lingering on the shoulder of the still shaken ginger was just one example of that.

However, being gentle was as futile as coaxing an anxious cat from underneath a bed in the middle of a thunderstorm. Well, if that cat were orange with luminous, green eyes, wide with a look that didn’t suit them. Or perhaps it was less of how the look sat on Cater’s face and more about how uncommon it was on such an outgoing persona in NRC. The fact that Cater remained speechless didn’t help deter thoughts of his feline counterpart from Trey’s head, but he pushed the idea aside. 

“You must have a reason for concealing them, so I’ll keep your secret,” Trey consoled with a pat on Cater’s ginger head. “However, you should know there’s nothing inherently wrong with them. They’re part of your appearance, after all.”

“You have a point,” Cater finally spoke, however hesitantly. He wanted to look away, but Trey’s tenderness simply drew him back in. Green hair, glimmering amber eyes framed with rectangular spectacles that held so much of Trey’s heart of gold in them they simply didn’t allow escape. So instead Cater leaned in, relenting the hand from his cheek and instead opting to hide his face in Trey’s shoulder.

Some secrets didn’t need to be maintained, but Trey knew in that moment he’d keep his lips sealed forever for his boyfriend’s sake if he must. 

~~~

“Sorry I’m late, the dorm needed me,” Trey greeted as he peeked his head into Cater’s room, finally opening the door full-spread as he entered and quietly shut it behind him. The social media influencer was doing just that— influencing; or, more specifically, laying spread out on his bed as he scrolled through limitless posts on his phone. He looked too serious to be doing something he enjoyed.

The ginger did immediately perk up at the sound of Trey’s voice, though, his phone being discarded to a nearby table before stretching his arms upward. “You can make it up to me with a hug.”

“Glady,” Trey grinned, removing his overcoat as he made his way over to the bed. He set aside the piece of clothing before delivering a hug to the ginger who hadn’t made an effort in the slightest to scoot over. If he was going to remain lying there lazily, Trey really didn’t have much of a choice but to lay on top of him. 

Pulling his legs over the edge of the bed, the green-haired boy successfully sandwiched his boyfriend between himself and the mattress. Cater surprisingly didn’t mind, his arms simply wrapping about Trey’s neck as they shared a butterfly kiss in the process. Meanwhile Trey’s hands cupped Cater’s freckled cheeks, his elbows supporting his weight next to Cater’s neck as they dug into the sheets. 

The ginger had been more open to removing the thin layers of concealer he applied in the mornings when alone with Trey. It wasn’t enough to express how beautiful he was regardless of a few speckles on his face, but it was progress. One day Trey would know why Cater was so self conscious about it, but for now all efforts went to making the ginger comfortable with his physical attributes. 

“Do you think tomorrow’s the day?” Trey asked referring to the day Cater would reveal this attribute of himself to other students. At this point, not even Riddle was entrusted with such information. It wasn’t because of the short boy’s capabilities when it came to keeping a secret, Trey was sure. It was because the redhead was blunt with his words and even denser with emotions. It’d be especially difficult for him to read the mood of the situation when Cater would be just as cheerful as ever. You hid this from us because? Trey could practically hear Riddle’s voice echoing in his head. Maybe Ace or Deuce would be more understanding or respectful with Cater being their senior, but that wasn’t a promise either. Both third years knew, yet both of them pushed for different outcomes of this secret’s condition regardless.

“Any day could be the day,” Cater sounded as charming as ever, maybe even a little optimistic. Unfortunately for the usually convincing influencer, repeated excuses meant Trey heard the message for what it truly was and not a form of flimsy self confidence. I can wait as long as I’d like. 

I don’t have to tell them a thing. 

“Cater,” Trey warned, though a mild smile still rested on his lips. “You can’t wait forever, you know.”

“I know,” Cater sighed through a thin smile. “I won’t.”

“Good,” Trey’s smirk softened before he left a kiss on Cater’s cheek. “Remember the deal. You have until I kiss all of your freckles, and I don’t mean to gloat, but I’m fairly sure I’m nearing that goal.” 

“I know, I know,” Cater chuckled, the ticklish feeling of Trey’s breath on his cheek as more kisses were pressed into his skin making him somewhat giggly. “I’ll get around to it.”

“You better,” Trey teased before sealing his own lips on Cater’s. 

~~~

Trey drowsily shifted his body as drops of sunlight poked through the thin line in the plush Heartslabyul curtains. Instead of accepting the daylight and arising for the school day, he just turned over, searching for the familiar warmth of his boyfriend sleeping at his side. Only when that typical feeling of limbs and shirt fabric—Trey’s own shirt fabric as Cater grew more accustomed to sharing clothes—didn’t reach his fingertips did he finally crack open his eyes. 

His pupils were dilated and unprepared for the light filtering into the room, but at least the sheer brightness helped wake him just that little bit more. He slowly sat up, reaching out for his glasses and fixing them onto his face. His awareness of the room around him increased as he eased himself off of the mattress, his ears perking at the sound of shuffling in the bathroom. So that’s where Cater was. 

Trey merely peered into the small room discreetly, topaz eyes greeted and glinting contently on the familiar figure of the beloved ginger he was missing the early morning affections of. Trey grinned as he noiselessly approached the ginger. Surprising him in his morning routine couldn’t hurt, right?

Stepping past the threshold of the bathroom, Cater still remained unsuspecting of his boyfriend’s antics. If Trey hadn’t just woken up, maybe he’d notice how absorbed Cater was in prepping for the school day, but not even the Heartslabyul vice dorm head was that perceptive in the early hours of dawn.

“Boo,” he placed his hands on Cater’s shoulders, a light chuckle leaving his lips at the way the boy jolted. “Good morning.” 

“Well it’s no thanks to you!” Cater complained as he turned to Trey, revealing a pout that could potentially rival their dorm leader’s own trademark. 

“What can I say?” Trey shrugged. “Don’t wake up before me next time.”

“Treyyyyy-kunnnn,” Cater whined. “That’s not fair! I even gave you a kiss on the cheek before entering the bathroom and this is how you repay me?” 

“How was I supposed to know?” Trey chuckled before leaning in and returning the supposed kiss Cater left him with as he slept on. “Does that make up for it?”

“Maybe,” said Cater as his entire face brightened with a smile, his cheeks dusted with a color similar to the paint they used in the rose maze. Well, maybe if the vibrancy of that red was muted by a thousand polka dots. It was amazing how much more expressive Cater’s face could feel whenever it wasn’t covered in concealer. Trey could see every warm splotch as the ginger’s face gave away what his everlasting smile wouldn’t; he was more flustered with small gestures of affection than he’d ever let on. Trey could also admire every tan speck like milk chocolate sprinkles spanning from cheekbone to cheekbone on Cater’s handsome face. So when his eyes finally caught sight of the makeup wand in the ginger’s left grasp did he frown, brows furrowing. 

“I told you they’re pretty,” his voice was soft as he embraced Cater. “You have no need to cover them.” 

“I know,” Cater lapsed his speech patterns again, overlapping with words he said months ago. Any day could be the day. 

~~~

Trey watched as Cater’s thumb hesitated over the post button. The phone was awfully close to the ginger’s face and he seemed to be holding his breath.

“They’ll love them too,” Trey reassured as he pushed a few locks of ginger hair behind the Magicam influencer’s ear. “If they don’t, I’ll-”

“Floss their teeth?” Cater chuckled, the tension from seconds ago dissolving entirely. 

“That could be something,” Trey grinned. “But seriously. It’ll be alright. 

“Of course it will,” Cater’s head turned to peck Trey’s nose. “I’ll still have you.”

Trey chuckled lightly as he pressed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, the rising blush on his cheeks partially hidden behind his hand. 

Cater then pushed Trey’s hand away, forcing his glasses askew as they barely clung to his ears. 

“Ah ah ah~” Cater teased, waving his finger back and forth to the rhythm of his voice, preventing Trey from completing the simple action. “If I can’t hide, neither can you, Trey-kun.” 

“Have you hit ‘post’ yet?” Trey raised an eyebrow superiorly.

Cater’s gaze didn’t stray from Trey to the phone screen as he pressed the button, an all knowing smirking dancing on his lips. “Now I have.” 

Trey glanced at the phone. “You missed the button completely.”

Now Cater’s eyes darted to the phone, his thumb hastily hitting ‘post’ once and for all. He stared long enough to watch the loading wheel finish cycling as the app eventually notified him that the post went through successfully. 

“Done!” The ginger exclaimed, as chipper as ever as he winked at Trey, raising a peace sign near the eye that remained open. “That was easy.” 

Trey only shook his head slowly with a smile as he wrapped his arm around Cater, walking them both back to the dorms as the sun set.

#twisted wonderland #twst #cater diamond #twst cater #trey clover #twst trey #freckle cater #freckled cater #twst au #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts mentioned #ace trappola #ace trappola mentioned #deuce spade #deuce spade mentioned #treyter #cater x trey #trey x cater #cater diamond x trey clover #trey clover x cater diamond #heartslabyul

[calcifermovesthecastle]

Ooh you're lookin for requests? Ok imma hit u up. How bout reacting to reader having a wardrobe malfunction and immediately grabbing them to cover up? (Foe example, if their shirt comes off, they hug them tightly to avoid anyone else seeing but now theres a half naked reader clinging to them 😂) You can write for whoever you want! I'd love to see some CaeJose, Pol, and Mista especially 🥰

Are Caesar and Joseph together for this? Yes? No? Im doing both anyways because I want to. I originally was going to add other characters but I had an allergic reaction when I went to the gas station today and I had to take benedryl so I'm tired. 

Another PSA, theres no limit to amount of characters or how many requests you send in. I’ll write it all.

Also, I’m currently reading Jojolion so as soon as I finish that, I’ll let you guys know so you can send in requests but i s2g dont ever make me write for Joshu i fuggin hate him.

Im also assuming it’s an AFAB reader because of the situation, I’m going to use they them pronouns though but BLEASE if I am wrong PLEASE tell me and I will edit the whole thing no problem.

CAESAR:

Okay so Caesar was my favorite Jobro for the longest time until Bucciarati came in and then Bucciarati was my favorite until Gyro and literally Gyro is the greatest character ever in anything but anyways

-Your shirt snags on the back of your chair, or a pole when you’re walking. And rips off. (Or someone else rips it off) 

-You immediately grab him and press into him, trying to cover up. He notices, looks down to see your shirt in tatters, and B L U S H. His face gets so red. 

-He immediately takes his jacket off and covers you with it, making sure you’re decent. 

-”Oh, what happened, Cara?” His voice S h a k e s it’s actually cute.

-Your face is also flushed in embarrassment, so it doesn’t matter what you were in the middle of. He gets you home soooo fast, blushing the whole while, so that you can get a change of clothes. 

-At this point it doesn’t matter anymore, so you invite him back to your room and just change in front of him, telling him “Well I guess now’s a good of a time as ever to let you see, huh?” 

-Oh? 

-Really?

-You don’t even get a chance to pull the new shirt over your head as he’s pressing you against the wall, kissing you with a heat you’ve never seen from him before. 

-You had plans? Not anymore. 👀

JOSEPH: 

-Oh surprise hug? 

-Oh

-He will tease you but only because you’re embarrassed and because you are h a l f n a k e y and pressed up against him. His heart is pounding. 

-”Well if you wanted this kind of attention you should have asked!” 

-Will cover you up though pretty much immediately, securing his jacket around you, getting you home in no time at all. 

-Joseph is not respectful. He will watch you change clothes because it’s hot. 

-You tease him a little too, just to get back at him. 

-”Well if this is the show you wanted to see we should have just stayed home in the first place, Jojo.” 

-When he gets up, you shake your head at him, your eyebrows shooting up. 

-”No sir, no touching. You just sit there and watch.” 

-”Baaaabeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.” His voice is whiny at first, but keep teasing and he’ll change his tune.

-”You’re so needy, aren’t you, Jojo? This is probably a dream come true for you.” You go to slip the new shirt over your head, and he’s on top of you in a moment, leaning close, pressing You into the wall. 

-”Keep running your mouth and I’ll show you exactly what I want from you.” 

-Rip

CAEJOSE

-The moment it happens you grab whoever’s closest and shield yourself with their body, flushing with embarrassment. 

-The other one will probably threaten or beat up the perpetrator, depending on who it is that you’re not holding on to. 

-They’ll cover you up and get you home so that you can change, but god help you because they’ll tease the hell out of you. This situation caught all of you off guard.

-”You didn’t tell us how attractive you are, Cara.” Caesar eyes you, a smile playing on his lips. Joseph will run his hands up your sides while Caesar talks, kissing the back of your neck. 

-”Well if you wanted to see you should have just asked, tesoros”  you make it a p o i n t to use Caesars mother tongue, making a big show about picking out a new shirt, discarding the ripped, tattered one.

-Rip to you honestly because you're teasing 2 men who are probably twice your size. You won't win this round. 

-Caesar's eyebrow quirks up when you use the italian phrase, and Joseph will grab you and set you on the former's lap. Unfortunately for you, Caesar's arms will wrap around your waist and lock you into place while joseph leans in close, his face centimeters from yours.

-You're in for one hell of a night with them if you're down. (If you aren't, they'll let you get dressed and sit with you at home playing cards or something) 

POLNAREFF

-Will be a blushing BLUSHING mess the moment you hug him out of nowhere. 

-His sould will proceed to leave his body when he sees that your shirt has, uh, 

-"Oh, jesus christ, mon ange, Let's get you home?"

-He'll help you cover up as soon as you can, glaring Daggers at anyone who just so happens to even glance in your direction. 

-Will make it more obvious in an attempt to make it less obvious. 

-Literally shouting "Oi, oi, oi, don't look at them! Look away!" While covering your chest. Cut him some slack. He means well. 

-Once you're home, getting re-dressed, you tease him to no end. 

-"Jean-Pierre, you seemed to really enjoy yourself today." You flash a grin at him, relishing in the heat that rises on his cheeks. 

-He can't help but stare as you pull the shirt over your head and down your body, clearly finding the words he wants to say. You grin at him, fully dressed, and plop yourself in his lap. His arms find their way around you, securing you in place, and he presses a kiss to your nose, a lopsided grin on his face. 

-"If you're up to it later, maybe I'll let you see me some more." You're obviously embarrassed at what happened, and you want to crawl into a hole and hide from the public eye for at least 10 years, but he's being so cute that you can't help but joke around. 

-His arms tighten around you, and he presses a kiss to your cheek, grinning. 

-"Maybe let me see more now?" 

MISTA: 

-He knows the feeling of skin, so when you press against him, he immediately recognizes the skin on skin contact. (He wears a crop top ffs) 

-Speaking of the crop top, it's off in a heartbeat when he sees your situation. He'll walk around shirtless, he doesn't mind. At the very least, you can wear that until you two can get home so that you can change. 

-"Oh, no, Zabaione!" (Rips shirt off of his body and yanks it down over yours, keeping you covered the whole time.) "Here, wear this." 

-He does not stink despite what Trish says. You know how some people have a distinct smell? He smells like gunpowder. 

-What's more embarrassing? Having your chest accidentally exposed, or wearing your boyfriend's shirt while he walks around half naked with a gun sticking out of his pants right above his crotch. 

-Your face is pretty red, but he's honestly living for this. 

-"Oh my god, Bombolone, you look so cute in my shirt. You should wear it more often." 

-"Yeah? And what are you gonna wear?"

-"What, you think I don't have other clothes?" He snakes an arm around your waist, leaning in close, murmuring in your ear. "Do you mind seeing me exposed like this?" 

-He'll laugh good naturedly, getting you home and putting a shirt on himself, preventing you from changing yours because he continues to insist how absolutely adorable you look in his shirt. 

-Indulge him BLEASE he's so cute when he's flirty.

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[thelittledeformednut]

U: I don’t do tag games I don’t want people to Know Me too much U: posts IDENTITY ASKS Anyway 3, 5, 11 blease?? <3

omg i cant believe im getting CALLED OUT in my first ever ask 😭😭 too bad id rather become a victim of identity theft than actually study 😌

3. list your fandoms and one character from each that you identify with.

pretty much only pjo. hmm probably annabeth... i did spend most of my childhood acting like i was all Logic and Reason™ only to then act purely on impulse and have emotional meltdowns ✌ also i get the feeling shes super competitive at pretty much meaningless games and i once got so excited that i was about to win at uno that i actually smashed through a chair and folded up in half - like to the point where i could lick my knees - in the hole i created... my family had to pull me out and get a whole new set of chairs to prevent it from happening again but at least i won the game

5. do you think of yourself as a human being or a human doing? do you identify yourself by the things you do?

being, definitely being. i do too much that contradicts what i say i do or wanna do to identify myself by the things i end up doing lol

11. describe your ideal day.

waking up late. but not too late cuz i like breakfast. since this is an ideal day id get omelettes. i do love most egg dishes but omelettes are something else entirely. id go catch a movie in the theatres, one ive been dying to see for forever. id pay for the normal seats but then sneak into the rich people section. theyve got some proper comfy chairs there. probably grab lunch by myself cuz i do like my solitude. then id head home and id actually get some work done cuz theres no way im procrastinating on my ideal day. dinner im not too fussy about, pasta is something i can never get tired of. after that, id go over to a friends for drinks. there wouldnt be too many people but there also be a decent crowd, so we get to actually interact with each other and get drunk together. but not too drunk either, a nice buzz, where i know i wont lose my phone again, but also drunk enough that i cant get through telling a funny story without cracking up myself. we'd then head out to this club where they practically only play 2000s pop punk and emo shit, and we can all get emotional to the dj playing wake me up when september ends bcos its not a good night until we jam to a song written about/for the singers dead father. also im a big green day fan so. we'd dance to our feet hurt and our backs ache bcos we're no longer 18 and we'd go get some overpriced late night food at the local chippie but cuz im friends with the server he sometimes gives me a discount. my friends wanna go home but its 4am and i no longer care so i talk their ears off about whatever pseudo intellectual crap comes across my mind in the early hours of the morning. my friends tease me about the 1000+ word review i once wrote for mr beans holiday so when i do finally get home, ill put that on and fall asleep to the gorgeous shots of french scenery

identity asks

#ask the nut #annie tag #i think? i dont have tags for anyone yet tbh lol