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eepywriters · 5 months

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I LOVED YOUR MESSAGES WITH QUACKITY ❤️❤️❤️

please do getting into an agrument with quackity headcanons please 🙏🏻🙏🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻😙😙🫣‼️💕💕🩷🩷

.✦°. • getting into an argument hcs (*´Д｀*)

warnings: a bit of angst and maybe a bit ooc? I tried 😞🤚🏻

a/n: HIII!! THANK U SO MUCH! It means a lot :D and sorry if it took so long ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ finals kicked my ass so I couldn’t write for a while BUT IM HERE SO LET’S GET INTO IT

EARLY INTO THE RELATIONSHIP

(thinking of a young, little experienced Alex)

Oh it’s jover

This could actually be something that could cause a breakup cuz let me tell you THIS MAN just can’t stand confrontation

If it’s something that bugged you, he’d probably understand your point of view but would also be very overwhelmed at the thought of losing you cause he hasn’t been good enough for you, resulting in him hyper focusing on his spiraling thoughts rather than listening to what you are saying

I feel like he’d also be the type to act like nothing happened right after an argument; he’d ignore the tense situation and make jokes to light up the mood and forget about it. He’s not dense, he knows it hurts you to see him seemingly ignore your feelings like that, but he’s not used to being listened so he ends up making his partner go trough his predicament as well

BUT it’s even worse if it’s something that bugged HIM; he probably wouldn’t tell you about it, much preferring to suck it up and don’t cause problems, even though he IS creating more problems

the underlying tension caused by his silence would bring the relationship to a breaking point:

1 you break up and the regret eats him up (probably also wouldn’t reach out again because of shame and a tiny bit of ego)

2 you talk about it cause it can’t go on like this

When I talk about bugging tho, I’m thinking about things that don’t surge an immediate reaction from him, because if he’s mad, he’s mad.

He’s the venomous type, forget his silence and self pity, he’ll probably laugh in your face in irritation and say whatever the fuck he thinks

He’ll retreat to his office as soon as he sees the hurt in your face, understanding he went to far and going back to he’s usual silence, ending up giving you the silence treatment. (he also feels incredibly ashamed) (he’ll just stay in his office all day, editing mindlessly since his mind is anywhere but in the work he’s doing)

He’ll either leave you alone in bed that day, making you sulk and feel as lonely as ever, or will sleep with you but it’ll be the coldest shit ever (like the typical movie scene where two people sleep super afar from each other)

Don’t misunderstand tho, he does feel guilty, he just struggles with communicating his feelings properly (*´ー｀*)

“(Name) I’m not a child, stop acting like you are my fucking mom” he spat, a look of indignation spreading on his features, shaping his otherwise gentle appearance into a strong, furious one.

“Cant you understand that I’m worried about you?” you strike back, jaw impossibly tightened “I understand that you’re very dedicated to your job, but you can’t get yourself to this state.” You sigh, not able to keep up the mad act: “You look very tired Alex”.

You take a tentative step towards him, determined to show him you weren’t scolding him, nor were you mad at him. You were trying to establish contact with him, not start a fight, after all your irritation came from worry, not anger. But he didn’t receive that well. His brows scrunching even further while his mouth twitches downwards.

“Stop acting like I’m some fucking rabid animal. I can take care of myself just fine, I don’t need a fucking babysitter”.

Seems that wasn’t the right move.

The way he was saying your name was probably what hurt the most. You find yourself missing the gentle tone he usually reserved to it when spoken.

“What are you even saying?” you breathe out, your voice being so fragile you almost don’t recognize it as your own. “Do you hear what you are saying? You are being impossible Alex”.

At this point his foot is stomping nervously on the floor. He’s getting annoyed by the minute and he can’t wait to forget about this tense situation. Arguments always put him on edge, but instead of working on the root cause of his discomfort, he always had preferred to just get himself out of the mess as soon as possible. (He hadn’t yet grasped how much that could hurt others). And that’s why, out of everything he could’ve gone, he replied with the one of the most uncalled for things he could ever come up with.

“Maybe instead of worrying about me, you should take a good look at yourself first”.

And you know what he was trying to entail.

You were never insecure of your dark circles, or at least, it wasn’t something that bugged you on the daily ever since you had found a common ground with Alex, knowing he struggled with very prominent circles cause of his lack of sleep. But for someone like him, who always had a hard time with his appearance, to clap back at you by going for your looks? Foul. Unexpected. Not like him at all.

You were sure he could tell from the look of disbelief on your face that he had fucked up.

Alex’s breathing keeps up, his chest constricts, and the anger and the pride that he has wearing like a tailored suit are stripped out of him at the sight of your frown. His mind goes haywire trying to come up with any response.

Maybe if you would’ve known him better by then, you would’ve known how terrified he was of your judgment. Even though his fame often had him deal with horrible comments filled with free hate, if judgement came from you, it scarred 100 times more than anything could ever do.

“Just leave it be, I’m fine” it’s all he mutters before booking it and hiding himself in his office, leaving you to stand there, in the middle of your living room.

Tears prickle your eyes, threatening to fall at any moment and your lip begs you for mercy as you bite into it.

God, why was communicating so difficult in this house?

LONG INTO THE RELATIONSHIP

It took time, it took healing, it took sitting down and TALKING to finally find your balance

He’s still pretty much venomous when it comes to immediate triggers, but after you are both done fighting and cursing each other out, you talk about it and come out of it somewhat unscathed

Anger isn’t easy to control or refrain after all, but you both try your best, and you are able to make up most of the times without falling into old dynamics of silent treatment or isolation

If something bugs him, he most likely will tell you; he is hesitant about it, but after many nights spent in your arms, he starts to let go on some of his biggest worries (anxiety still gnaws at his core every time he opens his mouth though, that doesn’t get old at all)

If something bugs you, he doesn’t shy away from confrontation anymore; he’s not perfect at it either, he still feels the urge to run away and laugh about it all, but he’s gotten way better at it

He’s still very scared of you having a negative opinion about him, but now you know him well enough to spend some extra time to reassure him that you won’t stop loving him for a petty fight, and that arguments in relationship are important to grow not only as a couple, but as people too

“(Name)” he calls out, and you instantly recognize the hint of anxiety that he’s trying to hide from you.

“Yes honey?” you reply, taking your eyes off your phone to stare into his pretty, brown ones. They screamed stress, fear, yet also determination. He did so much progress compared to the beginnings of your relationship. You were proud of him.

Alex took a deep breath before saying: “Uhm, It’s about the photo of us you posted earlier”. You could practically smell the tension in the air. His body is stiff, his chest is heaving, but your gaze is captured by his fingers and by how his nails are digging into them continuously, tearing his already red skin.

You take his hands in yours, preventing him from doing further damage to his poor, abused fingers. You knew he does it as a way to ground himself, but he really needed to find a new coping method - one that didn’t feature him torturing his body if possible.

He stares at his hands in yours for a while. You don’t say anything, allowing him to take his time.

“Okay fuck it” Alex whispers under his breath, so quietly you almost miss it.

“It makes me feel insecure, I don’t like it” he admits, keeping his focus on your hands as he munches his bottom lip nervously. You, in response, draw slow circles on his hands, offering him a gentle smile.

“Can you delete it..?” he sounds unsure, like he’s testing the waters instead of actually making a request. Either way you welcome it.

You put one of your fingers under his chin, gently applying pressure for him to lift his head, just enough to look at you. “Of course I can. Thank you for telling me Alex, I know it’s hard”. His once tense body relaxes.

He avoids your tender gaze, seemingly preferring to stare at the floor, yet you see the soft blush that was quickly taking over his cheeks. You also can’t help but notice that he already had found his charming smile back.

“Stop looking at me like that” he mumbles as his smile spreads. Uh oh, that can only mean trouble.

“Like what” your eyes narrow, not trusting his new found confidence.

“Like this”.

His imitation is pitiful: furrowed eyebrows, small frown and large puppy dog eyes. The more you look at him, the more he reminds you of that one emo guy that kind of looks like him (he definitely does). He looks ridiculous. How did you even fall in love with this dude?

You slap his arm, scoffing out a laugh as you look at him incredulous: “I don’t look like that!”.

“I think you do” he says with a smug tone, one that makes you want to hit him with a pillow till he goes back to sleep. And maybe you just will.

“Oh it’s on you motherf-“

The room was filled with laughter instead of unconfortable, loud silence.

(first post of 2024 yippiee)

#quackity x reader #quackity imagine #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #quackity fanfic #qsmp x reader #first request #yippie

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vampyrgoff · 9 months

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Hey lovely 🖤 Requesting a Nsfw alphabet for my stinky roadkill boyfriend Lester (if you don't mind!).

I swear to God I've read every single Lester centric thing here and I'm STARVED for content. Plus I really enjoyed the way you wrote Vincent's!

NSFW Alphabet: Lester Sinclair

lester sinclair x reader

contains— nsfw!MDNI, semi-pervy Lester?, sub!Lester (sorry to my Dom!Lester loves ppl out there), dom!reader, virgin!Lester, experienced!reader, lil bit of a mommy kink lol, somno👀, foot job? also not proofread lol

requests— open! send anything! check my page for who I write for!

vampyr’s note— IM SO HAPPY! THIS IS MY FIRST REQUEST EVER? I noticed that there is a MAJOR shortage of fics/headcanons/anything really of Lester. i hope this helps that Lester Sinclair thirst be quenched<3 And thanks for liking how I wrote Vincent<3! That makes me so happy that people are enjoying it. AS ALWAYS: REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED <3 Overall thanks for requesting! and I hope you like it<3

(let me know if I should make a taglist and if you'd like to be on a future potential taglist)

gif isn't mine! here's the link to vincent's <3

(HES SO CUTE HERE)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Lester probably is pretty clueless when it comes to aftercare let's be honest. He's probably gonna ask what you need from him and that he'll do whatever you tell him to. But once he gets the hang of things, he's always gonna cuddle you and call you all types of cute names.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He possibly can't choose between what body part of yours is his favorite. He definitely loves every aspect of you, I def think even though in the movie he was staring at Carly's chest, he's an ass man kinda like Bo lol He loves your butt, what can I say.

When you first met, you were on a camping trip with 'friends' or so you thought. They left you and your broken-down car to go see some stupid game of the season. You felt hopeless and wandered around the woods, looking for anyone to help you before stumbling on the roadkill pile. You felt your stomach turn and twist with disgust. The smell was unbearable as you looked at all the deer heads and bodies rotting away in a large pile. The Louisiana heat, already unbearable, made the rotting smell more pungent.

What made you stop in your tracks was, near the gorey pile, you see a smartphone. The screen was cracked and the phone was dirty, but you couldn't help but recognize the phone as one of your friends. You bent over inspecting the phone until you heard an unfamiliar voice from behind you. "Well isn't this a nice view, Jonesy?"

You turned around and were greeted by a cute petite man and his dog. The dog sniffed at your legs and such and the man gave you a warm smile that made you feel a teensy bit better about the situation you were currently in. "Hi! I'm (y/n)! I'm so glad I'm not alone in these woods." you say in relief. The man smiles at you, a cute little cheeky grin. "Name's Lester! And tha's Jonesy. Ya seem lost, sweet pea." His voice was dripped with concern and cute little worried eyes. You had so many questions and you were too tired to even think of any until you remembered the broken smartphone of your friend. You turned your back to Lester and grabbed the phone. While your back was turned to him all he could see was your ass. MAN! He admired the slight peak of your underwear and began blushing a bit. It's been a while since a pretty young thing like you came along, so forgive him for being so pervy.

Ever since that day, Lester knew what his physical fave thing about you was. This man will watch you help Bo at the gas station and his eyes are just watching your ass move.

When you guys cuddle at night, he'll bashfully grab two handfuls of your ass. He'll knead at the skin and kiss your face and neck. He knows how wet you get from such a simple gesture but he loves seeing you squirm under his touch, especially when he does it with such a cute boyish innocence.

His favorite body part on himself is probably his hands aswell. I headcanon (I have a Lester headcanon thing coming up so look out for that<;3) that he's good at carving things in a woodshop way. Vincent is not the only one that has an amazing talent. I think Les' is way more hidden but nonetheless, he loves how he can skin a buck, and carve a beautiful thing out of wood/bone.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This lovely gentleman is scared to cum in your mouth. He's already a stinky boy but he's scared that he'll taste too bitter for you. He also is scared to cum in your mouth out of respect. He feels as though it's so demeaning but you convince him that it's okay for him to do so. Although it takes him some warming up to do when it comes to shooting loads into your mouth, trust me, when he starts to get comfy with doing it, it's his favorite thing in the entire world. He loves how you look at him through your lashes while you lick every drop of him up.

He loves to feel in control for those little few moments before you eventually put him back into his place by overstimulating his senses. When it comes to you and your cum, he's such a slut for it, yall. He loves seeing you cream all over his cock. He'll look at you in awe when he sees you bouncing on his dick and there's a whole bunch of cum dripping out of you. His adorable eyes will be half-lidded and his hands squeezing and rubbing at your thighs while he whimpers and groans your name a few times. "Oh, sweet pea, I love when 'yer pretty cunt squeezes me like this." He's a messy boy alright, but he loves when you make him a mess.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Les constantly thinks about domming you all the time. Although it seems as though he won't get close to doing that, he thinks about it all the time. He thinks about making you scream for him but he's such a gentleman and a sub to do so. He likes the idea of you taking control so that he doesn't ever do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Another virgin boy. His experience is only with himself. I think this is why he's not into domming you just yet until you guys are together for longer. He's never had to take the lead in anything, he's the baby... and he sure as hell acts like it. The first time you guys do anything remotely sexual, you have to guide him.

This poor baby is so clueless in the bedroom that you had to teach him how to finger you AND eat you out. You had to shape him into the little munch he is today.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

I don't know if you can truly say that this is a position but this man is the best at pussy eating, with that being said... sit on his face <3 He doesn't care about how big or small you are... sit on that mf face.

As a plus-size girl, I get being scared but NOOOO this boy loves your plushy thighs around his head. He grips them so hard and needily, needing your cunt as close as possible, as he laps at your folds and sucks on your clit. He loves tonguing your hole as you pull on his hair every so often.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He can be humorous and giddy. This man lives for cute little moments with you. He'll get really flustered and make joke to lighten things before he becomes so embarrassed and red that he won't be able to speak.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I don't think its a forest down there but I'm sure he trims the hair on his own.

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

Oh, this lovebug is SO romantic. He kisses your cunt and thanks you for letting him even near your cunt before he devours you. He'll kiss and suck on your thighs when you let him eat you out.

If you've had such a long day of distracting guests and stuff, he'll have you lay down naked on the bed and kiss you all over. He'll kiss your legs and feet, will kiss your thighs, inner thighs, and will kiss your pretty stomach and chest. It definitely gets you going though when he acts this way for foreplay.

While you sit on his cock and bounce, he'll say cute things that egg you on, "Honeydew... my cock-- I think I needa' cum, sweet pea--", "More, please mama!", "yer so pretty, darlin', how'd i get so lucky?"

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

This baby lovesss jerking off. It's the best way for him to get rid of his anger, his horniness and well it helps him relax. I think he's such a sweetheart about being horny a lot. To him, he sees it is quite bothersome to constantly ask for sex, so this'll be his best option. He always says "My momma raised me righ', I will never make you uncomfortable on purpose, sweet pea." so don't expect him to constantly ask you to fuck... cause he will not give in babes, he will very much mind his business and wait for you to come to him. But if you ask, I think he'd tell you that he wants to do things but I don't see him outright saying it.

I think the first time you caught him masturbating was quite interesting...

You caught the cutie in his room jerking off. Your (used) panties stuffed in his mouth so that he wouldn't make any noise at all. You couldn't help but admire him in all his subby glory. You were standing at the door for a long while. He was jerking his cock, nice and slow, the muscles on his tummy contracting as he went over his sensitive head when all of a sudden you spoke up. "Keep going, Les."

His head snapped towards you and you felt your lust growing deep within you. You closed the door from behind you and stepped closer to the bed. Slowly making your way to sit on your knees next to him on the bed. His eyes were still wide with shock when you grabbed your panties from his mouth. "Why'd ya stop, Les?" you said, giving him such a coy and teasing smile.

He bucked his hips up into his hand and played with his tip with the other. He looked clueless on how to really pleasure himself. It was so cute to you though. So you def helped him out, without touching him of course. You instructed him to stroke his cock slowly as he watched you play with your breasts and roll your nipples between your fingers. Watching you made him so feral, and you knew it.

You let him watch you play with your clit through your panties. You also let him watch you toy with your hole through your panties as well. He went soooo crazy over that though, you were staring at his dick while it twitched in excitement.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Collaring: This boy loves being your little lap dog. He loves when you're riding him and pulling on a leash connected to his collar. He gets so loud and whiny. He also likes collaring you babes! But I think he’d go all out for it. It’d say something like “Honeydew” on it or any other name you liked to be called. When you’re collared, his heart swells and he think you look so adorable. He’d even get a tag on the collar that says “Lester Sinclair’s property”

Somno: This boy is such a people pleaser and that doesn't exclude you, he'll wake up horny asf and he'll look over at you in just a t-shirt and he'll feel his heart RACING. He's gonna pull up that t-shirt slowly and get to work at your folds. He starts off with small cute kitten licks at your clit; watching you stir your sleep and shift a bit at the feeling. He'll slowly put your legs on his shoulders and lick up the juices that start to build up. He feels like it's wrong to take advantage of you, with his cheeks pink and rosy with slight embarrassment, but he loves the idea of you waking up and seeing him as such a good needy boy. On the other hand... he doesn't mind if you wake up and feel the need to want him too. He loves the idea of him waking up, already breaking a sweat, and seeing you perched on top of him with his cock deep inside you. DUDEEE he'd love it. He'd be so surprised too, his cheeks all pink and his heart racing. He'd def have these low whines and whimpers that would come out of him.

Breeding: Now... I saw a comment on my Vincent post from @iwhat saying that every Southerner has a breeding kink. AND YOU KNOW WHAT- anyways this baby is very scared of getting you pregnant at first okayyyyy. Like he's terrified. Especially if you've never brought up wanting kids. Like this man will always pull out whenever he can. But once you tell him that you want his cum in you, he's so ready to give you his all. This poor baby LIVES off of praise and your validation so he'll do whatever he can to give you his cum. He wants kids and he wants you to bear them, so when he's bucking his hips up into you while you have your hand resting at his throat, he's gonna slam into that cervix of yours so desperately, almost like his in a trance, almost like he's pussydrunk. He loves the thought of you being pregnant with his offspring and he loves the thought that he's doing WAY better than his brothers too. He's mostly happy that he basically found a spouse before Bo could

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In his or on his truck. 100%. He'll deep clean the back and add bedding to it. Just so that he could fuck you under the stars. Or for you to dom him under the stars. Whatever works. I'm sure you love watching his heaving chest go up and down as you rub his cock through your folds. He also loves when you guys lure visitors together, cause that means this brave little man is gonna get some rewarding head from you inside the truck.

On a different note, he has a little spot in the woods where he has a hammock set up and a little blanketed area for you guys when you want to get out of town. It has fairy lights and all. It was a gift he brought to you as a "thanks-for-loving-me-and-not-leaving-me-even-though-our-family-is-crazy" gift. After your romantic picnic, when he was cleaning everything up, you told him to leave it. And he sure did. It's your favorite place to go since it takes your mind off of everything.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Oh, this baby probs gets turned on by everything. I think it's your thighs and cleavage. This man could stare at your thighs in the blazing heat all day. He loves when you wear your shorts all around town. When you ride with him to get more buck he'll slyly stare at your thighs and his mouth will JUST water.

He'll rest his calloused hand on your thigh and knead at the supple skin. "Yer' skin's so beautiful, honeydew." He'll say lowly with a small smile on his face, as he leans into you and kisses your cheek. Of course, his hands will never stop groping your thigh, he loves the way it ripples.

Other times, you guys will sit in the house and watch a bit of TV with Jonesy. You'll lay down on the couch with your legs over his and he'll definitely look over and just play with your thighs. How could he not... you're sitting there in his flannel and your little shorts. All he could think is leaving cute love bites all over them. He'll lean his body down to kiss your thighs, earning a cute little giggle from you, and the sound goes straight to his cock, his cock twitching slightly at the fact that you're enjoying his affection. Noticing his hard cock on your legs, your face lights up with joy at the thought of teasing this cutie about his obsession with your thighs.

You look at him and whine about your thighs aching and how you need them soothed. He'll get so excited and will want you to sit on his lap with your legs spread apart so that he could just pay EXTRA attention to your thighs and you'll watch him knead at your skin in admiration. He loves the skin that surrounds your cunt. You stop his hands and snake his cock out of his jeans and let it spring out. You smirk and wrap your thighs around it; ignoring his cute whines, "Fuck my thighs, pretty boy."

This man loves your thighs so much.. don't even question it

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Lester seems like the type where not much bothers him. He’s good with knives and stuff but I don’t think he’d use them on you… at all. like again he’s good at carving stuff out of wood but like if you were to tell him to cut you this man will 100% say no. He also will say no to degrading you. Even if you like it, this man will go out of his way to only praise you. He’s a soft dom <3

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Oh, yall know this baby loves receiving. He just won't admit it. (this doesn't mean he doesn't also love giving) But he's obsessed with getting the life sucked out of him. This cutie is so timid when it's his turn for oral. Once your lips are on him, you'll need to gag this man if you think he can be quiet. His tip is very sensitive so when you tease him with small kitten licks on his red pulsing tip, expect him to be whimpering your name like a prayer...

You pull his jeans down along with his briefs and watch his cock spring and hit his stomach as he lays down, a small groan erupting from the back of his throat, "y/n-sweetheart... please." he'll whine out. And all you can do is smirk and smile at his cute plea. "I haven't touched you yet, Les. Good things come to those who simply... wait," you say while licking a long strip of the underside of his cock, beads of sweat already pricking his hairline. A low groan comes from him and he's already resting his hands on your thighs that are on either side of his torso. "y/n, please... I jus' wanna feel you... and make you feel goo-" His sentence was interrupted by another whine coming from him, this time being that you were kitten licking his pre-cumming tip. "y/n please-"

"ah-ah-ah, address me right, baby..." you say softly yet assertively. Your hand already sliding up to his throat, his bod already tensing. “mommy… please”

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’ll do whatever you tell him. If you’re riding him and tell him to fuck up into you while you swivel your hips on him, he’ll do it in a heartbeat. If you need him to slow down his needy thrusts to tease him, he’ll do it in a heartbeat. He’s your little toy to play with <3

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He likes quickies but he also doesn’t like them. At the end of the day though… this man is a service top and will do whatever he can to keep you happy. Quickies wouldn’t be too often but I think they happen here and there. I can see you pulling him into a nearby closet and just pressing your ass on his crotch. He’d get so flustered, hands already flying to your sides, running low down to your hips and pulling your lower half flush against him. He’s quite easy to turn on so just a little moment like this could get him going completely.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He only would like to experiment if it’s you who brings it up. He’s creative with his hands and can get pretty crafty but when it comes to your guys’ sex life… I think he’s too nervous to even bring anything up. I think he’d love some sex in the forest but he’s never gonna tell you that, because he’s afraid of you thinking he’s weird :(

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

Don’t hate me but this baby can’t last too long. He loves edging and loves when you take control and edge his orgasm for a few hours. But don’t expect him to last awhile once he’s inside you. Poor baby could probably cum from just cockwarming.

He gets sensitive after 2 rounds, small traces on the vein of his cock will get him crying. He’ll start begging once you lick all around his tip.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

A small cockring for him. he’s so baby that he’d probably get really jealous of your toys, if you have any. If you’re feeling horny and he’s not around, give him a call instead. He’s totally talk you through an orgasm rather than you use a dildo.

You had to convince him to try out the cockring though. He had NO idea what it is and wtf it’s supposed to stimulate on him. But once he see your pleading eyes, he TRULY can’t say no to you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He isn’t much of a tease, he’s a service top after all. He does things unintentionally that can be seen as teasing though. Like when you guys are on the couch with Jonesy, he’ll trace his calloused fingers along your soft inner thighs. That shit drives you wild though, for sure.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He whimpers idc. This man whimpers and he’s loud. His whimpers have a bit of vocal fry but it’s so cute and charming coming from him <3.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Secretly wants you to peg him. idc you can’t tell me otherwise, if not pegging him he would love to try anal with you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

i think he’s pretty average maybe a bit thicker than average. carpet matches the drapes for sure. his tip is bright pink idc

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

He’s always horny and yea touch starved as fuck too. BUT he won’t tell you. You’ll just have to catch him when his bulge is causing him some slight discomfort.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

this baby is so spoiled, once he gets the ass he’s been begging for this mf starts to fall asleep. It’s okay you guys take turns being the pillow prince/princess. he gets all soft and falls asleep near your stomach holding you tightly by your ass. Fondling it as he drifts off. he’s so cute but he falls asleep wayyyy too fast lol.

#slashers #vincent sinclair #house of wax #slashers x reader #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair imagine #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader smut #sinclair brothers #slasher smut

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gyuswhore · 1 year

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minghao + beside you (keshi)

im thinking like a friends to lovers bc that’s what im getting from this song but it’s completely up to ur interpretation! cant wait to see what u do with this c:

HI BABES!!!!!

I got serious friends to lovers from this too so that's what I did! Shitting my pants rn hope you like it muah

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[11:35]

Dusting your hands on your pants, you attempt to pry Minghao away from the tire when he's not entirely convinced it's tightened.

It was 10 PM on a Thursday night and, Minghao took it upon himself to drag you out of the slum that was your dorm room and to some cliffside he had gone to with his friends. It was also mandatory for his pickup to get a flat tire just before you were about to head back home.

"It's thickening the plot" He had said, attempting to bring his forced positivity into a road with no streetlights and a scissor jack that took him 20 minutes to find.

You managed with your phone flashlights and a couple scrapes, more grateful that you weren't stranded in what was basically a forest by yourselves at nearing midnight.

"Can we sit in the back for a little bit more, I'm pooped" you whine, clambering into the blanketed cargo bed before he can reply.

Hao has an inability to say no to you so he obliges, wondering if he could switch gears a little bit and move to a topic he's been wanting to bring up.

You both are comfy, heads on pillows, looking up at the stars as you whip out your constellation app.

You're checking for Orion when Hao starts to talk.

"Do you still think about Jun?"

You freeze as you hear your ex's name, not expecting the abrupt change of topic.

"Haven't thought about that one in a minute" You reply with a laugh, looking over at him.

You were telling the truth. Because somebody else had taken over the empty space he left, very quickly.

"Why'd you ask?"

He turns to his side to face you, bringing his hand up to his head, elbows supporting.

"Do you have anyone in mind? You haven't gone out with anyone after Jun, just thinking about it"

Your face answers enough for him, and he starts smiling before letting out a yelp.

"There is someone, isn't there?!"

"No there isn't" You deadpan, trying to cover up for yourself.

"Yes, there is! Who is it, tell me"

He's bluffing just as much as you are, but he may be doing it better as you haven't caught on yet. Minghao is smart, observant, analytical; he knows when something's up. So when he began to feel the lingering touches and dreamy eyes, he knew what it was before you did yourself.

Not to say he didn't feel the same way, the window that came about after your split was enough to re-ignite the fire that he had attempted to subdue long ago. You only encouraged him.

It was cute, though, watching you struggle to keep your composure when asked the blistering question so head on.

"I'm not telling you!"

"So there is someone" He strikes the chord.

You look at him, a little like a deer caught in headlights. "That's not fair"

"Not my fault you're stupid"

"You're right, I was stupid enough to fall for you"

The universe had slammed the pause button the second the words tumble out of your mouth. The owl had stopped hooting, the trees had stopped rustling. You had stopped breathing.

You closed your eyes, not wishing to perceive anything. Your mouth with its tendency to voice your thoughts had gotten you in serious trouble before, but you really didn't think you could ever pull something of this caliber.

You wished you never fixed that tire, maybe you'd be left stranded here to die. It wouldn't matter that you had just effectively confessed to your best friend if you were both dead meat for the coyotes.

Unbeknownst to you, Hao had been smiling ear to ear. All smug once he got over the initial shock.

"Thought I wasn't your type?" he asks. He's enjoying your pain a little too much.

"Please, just don't" You moan, hand coming up to cover your face, in hopes of forgetting object permanence and perceiving Hao as nonexistent.

"Oh, you fool" He sighs dramatically.

You were expecting that.

You suddenly feel a hand removing the obstructions from your face, and what feels like a kiss is being placed right on your lips. He's smiling as he cradles your face, despite the awkward position. You open your eyes to look at him, finding him staring down at you with nothing but infatuation in his eyes.

You were not expecting that.

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I posted something yesterday throwing my hat into the ring of Merlin and Valen relationships, and people seemed to like it! These guys are best buds to me, im glad yall see it too. It inspired me to write a little drabble, so here ya go <3 this is Valen and my (fem) Merlin, so it gets kinda specific at parts lol

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It’s been a long day.

And as much as Valen wishes it were the easier type of long day: boring and uneventful, where he has to drag himself from task to task; it was quite the opposite. Exhilarating, exhausting, and deadly; now he was sinking into a sofa chair in the Mystical house, nursing a spiked drink and a sprained ankle.

It wasn’t even a mishap- he’d launched the attack perfectly, but that godforsaken golem had grabbed his leg at the last moment and slammed him back down into the ground. Lucius said he was lucky to have avoided a concussion. But what does Lucius know, anyway.

All this to say, the entire ordeal has left him grumpy and secluded. He’s tucked into the library, where the din of the bar can’t touch his slowly receding headache. It’s lovely in here, quiet and serene, fresh air drifting through the large open windows on the south wall. The smell of old books mingles nicely with the outside breeze, stopping just shy of being overwhelming. He would have never thought himself a library person; the one in Holistone was lackluster. But Merlin, as she often did, had flipped his conceptions upside down, and provided Valen one of his favourite spaces in her impressive library.

It’s a little ridiculous to expect privacy and solitude from a house that isn’t your own, especially one housing at least five others, but Valen still finds his every muscle tensing when he hears the library door open and close with a soft click.

He exhales slowly through his teeth, trying not to make his disappointment too obvious. He sends his farewells to his peaceful rest, and a quick prayer that whomever has entered isn’t in a talkative mood. He really doesn’t feel up to playing up the charm.

The soft pattering on the floor and the long exhale that come from behind him, however, chases those fears away. The momentary panic slips from Valen’s body, and he glances to the side, grinning when a green, eerie eye catches his gaze.

Merlin grins back at him, though she looks just as tired as he feels. “Hey, sorry. I know you’re hurt, but it’s winding down out there, and I wanted to do some research before I turn in. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course not,” Valen chuckles, “It’s your home.”

“Well, yes, but you’re my guest. And if you want me to shut up and leave you alone, say the word and I’ll be gone, no harm no foul.”

“It’s alright, Merlin,” he confirms, slightly surprised that he doesn’t even need to lie, “your company is appreciated.”

She grins at him and sets her own drink down on the small coffee table, and pulls another chair up. “Thanks, Val. I’ll keep it down, promise.”

She’s true to her word, shuffling through a few eclectically stacked books around the floor of the library before settling with three in hand. She puts the biggest one between them, and opens it up to reveal a collection of beautiful woodcuts, depicting various temples across the globe.

Valen lets out a low whistle and leans in, watching as she flips through a few illustrations, and then spins the book around to show him a full two-page print. It takes him a moment to recognize.

“The Moon Temple?”

Merlin nods, her eyes never leaving the paper. “Back in its heyday. We were talking about it, and Dolly mentioned that I should have an old book of prints in here somewhere. I’m lucky I found it so quickly.”

“How old is this book?”

“Four hundred years, give or take.”

Valen half gasps and half laughs, staring at the book in wonder. He’s shocked Merlin even has the balls to touch the thing, let alone open it.

“I can’t believe you just have ancient scripture lying around.”

“Hey, this is far from ancient,” she teases, glancing up to wrinkle her nose at him.

“You’re right, you’re right. It doesnt hold a candle to the oldest artifact in this room: you.”

Merlin sticks her tongue out at him, and Valen returns in kind, before they both return to the book.

The Moon God had been dead for a thousand years or so before this print was made, so the Temple isn’t exactly in perfect condition. Still, it’s a far cry from the decrepit ruins that it’s in today. Beautiful pillars surrounding the pouring, majestic fountains, each flaw and imperfection dutifully recorded… Valen finds himself being drawn in by the skilled execution of the print itself, scanning over the evenly spaces hatching and intricate detailing in the stonework, the water, the attention to values… it’s a beautiful recreation. Valen can even make out the carvings on the pillars themselves.

There’s a little blurb of writing at the bottom of the page, in a language Valen can’t identify. He reaches out to tap at it, stopping just shy of actually touching the book.

“Can you read this?”

Merlin hums in assent. Instead of flipping the book back around to face herself, she stands and moves over to Valen’s side of the table, kneeling next to his chair.

“It’s not much. ‘The Moon Temple, for the greatness and majesty of Nakalig the many-faced…. Cast a moonstone into the divine spring… a chance for divine lunar enlightenment…’ yeah, we know all this already.”

“It’s still interesting,” Valen contests, watching as Merlins finger drifts over the words. “You’ll have to teach me how to read this.”

Merlin scrunches her nose again. “The language is pretty dead, Val. I think you’ll only find Celestials who speak it fluently, nowadays.”

“So? If it’s spoken by Celestials, I’m sure it’s gorgeous. And mysterious. All the more reason to learn it.”

Merlin scoffs. “If you received a love letter written in the old, dead language, would you actually go on a real life date with the sender?”

“A date? I’d bed them on the spot,” Valen jokes, and Merlin throws her head back and cackles.

“Gross, ugh.” She sneers, giggling. Valen grins.

“Thousands of years old, and you still have the humour of a teenager.”

“Shut up,” she huffs, lightly punching him in the shoulder, only for her eye to immediately widen in concern.

“Ah, shit, that didn’t hurt did it? You’re hurt, I shouldn’t be jostling you around.”

“Merlin, babe, do you really think you can push me around?”

“You underestimate me! I could totally beat you up.”

“Mhmm,” Valen chuckles, taking another sip of his drink. Merlin gives him a wry smile.

“Seriously, though, you okay?”

Valen pauses a moment, taking stock of himself. Yes, his ankle still aches, but the spinning pain in his head has thankfully receded. The exhaustion still runs deep in his bones, however; he thinks if Merlin asked him to stand up, he’s simply collapse.

“I’m alright, all things considered,” he settles on, “but tired. Exhausted.”

“Hey, bright idea here! Maybe you should go to bed!”

“A genius, you are.”

“They don’t call me Merlin for nothin’.”

He chuckles. “It’s nice here. I don’t get much time to relax. And the sun’s only just setting,” he waves a hand towards the window, bathed in pinks and oranges, “let me have an hour, at least.”

“Fine,” Merlin conceded, resting her head on the arm of his chair. Dutifully, Valen proceeds to use her head as an armrest. She huffs in amusement.

They stay like that for a few minutes, Merlin lazily flipping through the book, pausing every time Valen leans closer to inspect a print. Eventually, she complains about her neck, and Valen lets up to allow her a slightly more comfortable position.

“I don’t know how to teach languages,” Merlin says suddenly, startling Valen out of his concentration, “but I think, with Hammie’s help, I could teach you a couple phrases and see where it goes from there?”

Valen blinks in surprise. “You don’t have to do that, Merlin.”

She shrugs. “I want to. Gives me something to do. If you want to, of course.”

Valen pauses, thinks it over, takes another long sip of his drink.

“…sure. We’ll see where it goes.”

Merlin nods, and flips the book closed.

“but if I’m a bullshit student, you can’t be mad at me.”

“I’ll never believe you are,” Merlin sniffs, scooping the book up and standing with a grunt. “Deep down, you’re a nerd like the rest of us, Mr. Playboy Solitaire.”

#afk journey #afk valen #afk merlin #valen #ghostie writes #my requests are still open! btw #platonic merlin and valen #they are NOT romantically involved i cannot express this enough

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officiallyisagibrainrotted · 2 years

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+ My Clumsy Bitch +

G: 🍓-fluff (I guess)

Warnings: Sae being mean, grammar errors, might possibly add a few more details, Cuss words.

God you were so nervous to have this meeting, You were already 15 minutes late which was not a good thing for wanting a position.

There was already a long line of girls outside waiting patiently, You were quite shy so cutting in front of them was a bit of a hassle.

'Making my way to the front desk was like walking on stage with over a trillion eyes set on me'. Some whisper and shake their heads in annoyance'.

You finally made it to the desk .

"Um excuse me?". You ask politely. "I'm here for the assistance position".

The man behind the desk didn't even glance at you.

"There's a line sweetheart". He gruffs.

"Exactly" .Some girl from the back said.

This caused you to flinch.

"Uh, but um , I-I was scheduled for 2:40 today though". You said this nervously , already being in a slightly awkward position. The older and obviously annoyed man let's out a sigh before going to his computer.

"The first name is (F/n)". You told him before he types it in.

"Your last name". He commands the obvious as he impatiently taps his foot waiting for his answer.

"Oh yeah obviously". You tried to joke the situation but the man doesn't even smile.

"(L/n)". He types it in. "Ah". He stated, "The one who's late". He says this loud for everyone to hear.

Causing you to grow even more uncomfortable as more sets of eyes are on you now.

"Alrighty, it's gonna be the third door on your left, knock first I think another meeting going on".

You shook your head before you took the directions he gave you.

You were getting closer and closer to the door, with ever step you took you had to tell yourself to relax. Just as you were only feet away the door opens showing a girl running out of the room, with her hand covering her face as tears stream down her face along with her mascara.

"Good luck with this one" She whimpered to you not looking at you while say it .

The scene only made you panic,why was she crying? Is he really that mean? Or was she just crying for the lost position?. This series of questions ran through your mind as you try to answer them as a way to possibly get your heart to stop racing. But your thoughts were ruined when a voice spoke from the other side .

"Next".

You swallowed nervous before entering the room.

There were two men , one sitting cross legged , he had reddish-brown hair and turquoise eyes. Sae Itoshi.

The other stood slightly hunch over, he had glasses and straight black hair and a tired expression.

Itoshi spoke first , "You must be (random name)".

"O-oh no I'm (L/n) (Y/n,)". You corrected. "Uh I was scheduled for 2:40".

"Oh the one who wasted my time". Itoshi spoke with no filter.

"I'm very sorry!".You bowed your head slow. For to long apparently.

"Well hurry up and sit down I don't have all day". Sae says impatiently.

"R-right". You were quick to sit down on the chair across from him.

It was only a 25 minute meeting, you barley got anything about yourself out and he only glanced at your file.

"You're hired". Was all he simply said.

"Huh, B-but im not even ha-".

"Do you want the position or not?".

"Yes I do but-". You stop yourself mid sentence, realizing how lucky you are.

Sae turn to the man who was standing next to him

"Giroland,you can dismissed yourself, you've been replaced, you're no longer needed here as my assistant".

Your mouth dropped as you watch the man just got fired right in front of you.

That's how you got hired as the young famous football player's assistant

Approaching this man with something is like walking on egg shells...

He's not exactly suuuuuuper mean it's just that when he tell you to do something or whatever he aspects it to get done ASAP. Other then that there'll be almost no problems at all.

When you don't get work done ASAP:

"(Y/n) did you read the manual sheet I told you to read and sign".

"Uh I forgot them on my desk at home but I swear I'll have them tomorrow first thing in the morning".

His eyes narrow a bit . " You said that yesterday and the day before that ".

''Yes I know but-”

"Yea yea I know you're sorry, that's all you've been ever since I hired you, it's only been two weeks and you're already a fuck up".

His words stung you for sure as you avoided eye contact with him.

He sighed before dismissing himself. "And the mail I told you to pick up is on my desk I assume".

You nervously looked up at him before getting up from your seat . "I-i'll get them right away".

He rolls his eyes before exiting your room .

When you fuck up big time :

"Not again not again not again" . You repeated to yourself as you ran into the airport.

Which was crowded meaning you had to push people out of the way.

You felt bad but you were already late, you see you would usually sleep at a hotel room that's right across Sae's but you decided to go home instead since you had forgot something but it would be a hassle to go all the way back to the hotel.

Which was a bad idea since now you're late, you slept through your alarm and missed 7 miss calls and texts from Sae.

As you were approaching your flight area you could already see your manager impatiently waiting while checking his watch.

But when you finally got to him you immediately apologized and tried to explain why you were late but he ignores you by walking away to the lady waiting at the desk. Leaving you to try and catch up .

"Sae Itoshi and (Y/n) (L/n), Um hey I'm not seeing your names on the list for this flight, I mean I can check again but it's not popping up".

Sae's eyes twitched as he looks over to you.

"You did remember to book our flights did you?". He asked. And your mouth fell open.

''Um i-I swear I did". You stutter as you fish out your planning book from you bag and began to skim through pages that had list of previous request he had asked you to do that were already crossed out meaning you accomplished some them .

All accept one, the very last thing he asked you to do.

IMPORTANT :'Schedule flights '.

"I-". You started as you look up at him. But he wasn't having it .

"How the hell do you have a planning book but you can't remember jackshit". He cussed.

"We do have two seats available and they're first class too and they're right next to each other ". The lady at the front desk seems nervous as she said this.

"We'll take those then". The already on the verge of exploding male grumbles.

The flight was silent as you wrote in your book you usually don't write in public but after the recent events you needed to jot down your feelings.

Till you felt a small amount of pressure hit your shoulder you looked to see that none other then Sae Itoshi had fallen asleep on your shoulder. The grip you had on your pen tightened. Should you wake him up?. You decided not to as you began to relax on the outside yes, but on the inside you were fangirling like crazy.

He was so at ease, his face was to relaxed. You pressed index finger and ring finger against your lips before pressing them against his forehead.

When you're late, again:

"What's your excuse this time?". Sae commands as he hears you stumble in .

"I slept past my alarms, again" .

He shook his head , not even looking up at you .

"I'm sorry".

'' I know, don't just stand there you have shit to do don't you and you're already behind on the things I asked you for from the days before no to mention the shit that's I need for today ".

"Yes I know".

"Maybe if you got here on time you wouldn't have so much work piled up onto yourself and me on the verge of firing you".

You flinch." That won't be necessary I promise I'll do better!". The girl said as she bows her head in an shame .

When he confronts you about your screw ups

"You were late 7 times later week 3 times this week , you somehow cancelled one of my appointments, you forgot to schedule an appointment, you left all your important files back at America, you lost my phone and yours". He listed all your screw ups.

"You know I should fire you right?,A long time ago at that ".

"Yes I'm aware and I'm really sorry, I'll try and do better. If you'll keep me that is".

"..."

"But um, why haven't you fired me yet?"

He sighs before he gets up from his seat and approached you till he was right up against you .

His tense eyes met yours before you felt something soft press up against your forehead.

After he does his deed he walks past you, leaving you confused.

You gently rub the spot that was recently touched.

"That one was for the plan and you're lucky I like you a lot or else I would have been fired your ass".

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cat3ch1sm · 10 months

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🧚🏾‍♂️~ hello, everyone! i am so so sorry for not writing anything at all and leaving you all for so long. i am back now, though- i promise!! please enjoy these brief Agni black butler headcanons in the meantime, while i try and get back into writing longer fics. also, announcement- i now write for across the spider-verse! check my masterlist (pinned)?for some more info :)) i love you all and thanks for your support, it means the world even if im not the most deserving of it. enjoy agni lovers <33

⇢ ˗ˏˋ fem!reader, slight nsfw ࿐ྂ

𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦! <𝟑𝟑

not gonna lie, you definitely caught him off guard. normally he’s the one pampering other people and helping them to feel loved and welcomed- not the other way around.

a little while after you two got together, agni returned home with some injuries to his arms. he was just going to tend to it himself at some point- he didn’t think you’d offer to help him at all. but agni tells you that he’s fine and can take care of it himself- and is again surprised when you just clean up his wounds and bandage his arms anyway, taking great care to rewrap his sacred right hand. he makes sure to thank you profusely and say that he owes you, but agni tells you to not do it again because he can tend it his own injuries, and besides, he wants to be the one doing things like that for you, not the other way around.

he insists over and over again that you don’t need to do anything for him- you make him food and help him out of his work clothes when he’s tired, come to him with breakfast in the morning (somehow always waking up before him just to do this even though agni wakes up criminally early every day), help him get ready in the morning by doing his hair and running a bath for him, etc.

agni feels guilty often whenever you do stuff for him because he fees like he doesn’t deserve it. there was a time in his life where he was greedy and selfish and he still thinks of that often. he doesn’t want there to be a single moment where he isn’t doing something to help someone else. that’s really one of the main reasons he doesn’t like you pampering him so much.

agni has definitely tried to physically stop you from pampering him all the time. like imagine you’re trying to take off his coat for him after work and hang it up for him, and he literally has your wrists in his hands, pushing you away from him (without trying to harm you of course) while insisting that he can do it himself and you’ve had a long day too so you don’t need to do anything for him. these types of disagreements can honestly go on for ages😭

sometimes the two of you will even find yourselves subconsciously competing for who can make the other feel most loved and cared for. none of you ever win or lose- you’re both too stubborn and persistent.

“would you like me to fix your dinner plate for you, agni?”

“ah, i could not allow you to do that for me, my lady. but please, allow me to assist you with the cleaning of the kitchen.”

“oh, don’t worry, i can take care of it myself. but i can help you clean upstairs if you’d like.”

“while i appreciate your kindness, i am able to handle that myself. and i will add downstairs to that list as well, if you do not mind.”

it’s way more passive aggressive in person but also sickeningly sweet.

the only thing agni will let you do without a fight to pamper him is play with his hair while you’re both in bed about to go to sleep. he finds it therapeutic and relaxing.

even though agni does not want to let you dote on him so much, he makes sure to thank you just like you deserve later. he provides you with twice the amount of love and pleasure that you provided him during the day- although not quite in the same way💚

#agni headcanons #anime #black butler imagines #black butler headcanons #kuroshitsuji headcanons #kuroshitsuji x reader #kuroshitsuji imagines #agni x reader #reader x agni #you x agni #agni x you #agni x female reader #black butler memes #black butler fic

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unavoidedbyme · 1 year

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hi! Can I request headcanons for Sunny, real world Basil, Kel, Hiro and Omori with a reader who has a personality identical to the tweek tweak from South Park? I'm sorry if something is wrong, because this is my first request and English is not my native language! in addition, do not hesitate to reject the request if you cannot fulfill it or do not want to!🤍

them with a S/O whose personality is similar to Tweek Tweak from South Park

featuring: SUNNY, OMORI, BASIL, KEL, and HERO

a/n: i don’t watch South Park so im so sorry if i got the personality wrong!

SUNNY

he honestly relate to you so much because he’s in constant fear from his own actions.

would definitely try to get you more in the bright side though, SUNNY doesn’t want his S/O to live like him.

he WOULD let you drink caffeine… but not much, you need to stay healthy no matter what.

if you have any panic attack do not worry as your savior; SUNNY is here to rescue you.

he somehow has everything under control in the matter of minutes.. i don’t know, don’t ask me why.

if you feel insecure about yourself, he would make you both confined inside his room and just cuddle you to death. Literally.

he may be shy but he won’t let you feel like you hasn’t got any attention from him and feels like he doesn’t want you anymore.

you once called him to come over your house, you were a crying mess and wanted him to come. And he somehow in the matter of second already outside your house with a coffee in his hand.

such a gentleman frfr.

OMORI

even though he seems like he doesn’t care, he would still help you through your episodes.

allows caffeine?? but also don’t since he knows it’s not good for your health because well, you’re literally a child.

in return he will get you another items to replce coffee, like sno cone!

it didn’t really work out but you’ll try for OMORI.

if you were having one of those times where there’s suddenly a panic attack he would come and rescue you and take you around headspace, just the two of you.

it eventually does calms you down and you thank him for taking care of you.

might not seem like it but he feels his ego went up whenever you complimented him, especially infront of his friends.

you and AUBREY would sometimes fight for the affection that OMORI gives, and he just loves it when you does that. It feels like you’re really desperate for his attention and he loves that.

BASIL

okay he too may have something in common with you.. so he could handle your stuffs more easily than the others.

if your parents ignored you about your caffeine addiction he’ll probably tell them over and over again until they got so tired of him.

it doesn’t really matters to him as long as you’re having a healthy eating cycle though.

gives you all the time in the world(and probably devote himself to you).

you two would always imagine the worst when big bad events occurred so im sorry he’s not that good on coming to positive terms.

BASIL really tried though, he just couldn’t bring himself to it since he also has a low self confidence.

KEL

literal opposites of BASIL

KEL is the type to just let you do your own thing until he finds it concerning.

he probably also has an addiction to orange joe… so he doesn’t mind if you always drink caffeine.

though if it get out of hands he’ll try to confront and convince you that everything isn’t always going to be solved by caffeine.

you have a low self esteem? don’t worry KEL’s here to help you realize how much of an amazing person you are!

you panic for the simplest thing, so when you does that KEL also panic for the simplest thing.

he truly does care about you, so if you have anything to be scared about you could tell him. He could keep secrets and promises.

he’ll give you all the attention you need because how much of a sweetheart he is.

HERO

would be the most concerned one out of the group since yk, he’s literally training to be a doctor in college.

stops you from drinking coffee if its too much.

would be your private therapist and he probably want to be better in these kind of things since he thought that human feelings is honestly so complex.

don’t think about it too much though, yes he loves you but he also need more experience to become a real doctor.

he would hug you whenever you vented to him and told you it was so brave of you to tell him this and HERO’s very proud of you.

if you think that he hasn’t spending time with you he’ll apologize over and over again since he knew how you feel.

when you does lash out to him he’ll give you some space but not until you think that HERO doesn’t care about you.

he’s a ladies man so he would probably get to your front door with a bouquet of flowers in his hands as an apology even though he doesn’t do anything wrong.

makes you completely melt for him even though you find it corny.

but that’s okay because its HERO we’re talking about here<3

a/n: once again im sorry if i got the personality ALL WRONG… i don’t watch sp 😭

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brainrot.

i am so damn fond of nipple play even though i've never had my tits sucked or played with.

geto is more of an ass guy imo, but he'd suck them tits while fucking one raw- going really hard and soo fucking good. he's the type to leave gentle, butterfly like touches while fucking you so hard into the mattress totally contrary to the way his hands glide down from your chest to your stomach. along with gentle touches, i feel like he'd also be into spitting and slapping. like he'd spit on your tits, smear it and then slap them- watching them jiggle. OMG AND HE'D LOVE TO SPIT IN YOUR MOUTH AND WATCH YOU SWALLOW IT. he'd also go on and shove two of his fingers in after he spit in your mouth, to push the spit deep down your throat- not caring the tears that prickled your eyes due to the sweet roughness. he'd bite you all over and stimulate the rear hole. def into knife play an wax play. i feel like he'd get a candle drip 2-3 drops on your tits, gently blow air on it when you moan and then do it again but not all the time. he'd do it only sometimes- totally taking you off guard- making it so much better.

gojo would take his sweet sweet time just to worship your tits- trying to make one cum just by sucking on their tits, biting and leaving bruises all over. he'd be the kind to have you give him a handjob while he lay his head on your lap and sucked your boobs to the point they were all sore and red. he'd be so satisfied just by sucking your tits.

i imagine toji to be into breeding so much, imagining to himself how they would get all heavy and sensitive if his seed impregnated you. suckling on them like his life depended on it. while fucking you from the back he'd grope them, squeeze them all the time. he'd also hold you so close to his chest, looking at your tits bounce as he fucks deep and hard- then he'd slowly let his spit trickle down your shoulder reaching to your nipples just for his fingers to catch it, smear it all over and tweak the nipples.

i can't stop thinking about how sukuna (in his true form) would use all that he can to make the experience so fucking good for you. priding himself while making one cum again and again, overstimulating all the erogenous areas. his hand mouths would feel so fucking good on the nipples while he groped your tits fucking into you from below as you tried (and failed) riding him. he would definitely be into licking long strips from your neck to you lips and then kissing you so hungrily and roughly. his other two hands would be groping and biting your ass. just like geto, i feel like he has a big thing for spitting in your mouth.

im such a pervert. send help. i hope you don't mind the ramble TTT

This is a gift to the jjk fandom and thank you for giving me this. I love the rambles so damn much! 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

I'm going to have to come back to this one I really really want to write this out you gave me all the details I need. It’s be so fun and easy to write about dilf!geto who is obsessed with his wifey’s thick ass. He can’t help but fondle, bite, slap to see you jiggle. The walls are sound proofed for a reason. Geto is a spitter and he loves to shotgun smoke and stuff his fingers in for you to suck on. He has big fingers so he fills your mouth up easily.

Satoru is canonly a titty guy so he love a nursing job. Getting his hair played with while having your tits in his face to suck on. He would whine and buck his hips into your hand fucking it. He loves hearing you whine about your sore tits.

I could see Toji wanting the reader on their back or on their knees holding their tits together. He loves fucking your tits and seeing the them drip milk. Then stuffing his cock into your mouth for you to clean up. He might fuck your tires and shove your head down so you can lick his thick cock head when it comes up

Sukuna gets a size kink cause there is something to being able to manhandled your tiny ass. (going with hentai logic with this one cause its monster fucking I have to) He loves the belly bulge, the swelling of your stomach when he cums in you. You’re so soft, squishy, small and fuckable, it gets his cock hard thinking about it

I love this, and have been thinking about this all day. Please give me more if you ever feel like it my inbox is always open! I adore this, let be perverts together and share our perverted thoughts with each other!

#fey’s rambles

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softxsuki · 1 year

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Hello, I’m.. new to this. But reading your works have comforted me … I know you have a lot on your plate, and I hope all is going well for you!! If you,,have the chance,, I’ve kind of.. not been doing well. At all. Haha,, I’ve been extremely suicidal.. for at least the past year. Everything has since fell apart. I’m not sure if this counts, but..it feels urgent, to me..?

My grandmother died, I lost my job due to my health declining so rapidly I physically could not manage. I’ve since applied to so many jobs.. absolutely no luck and.. I even lost my home. Im living with someone else’s parents, and I’m a child scared to leave their room all over again. I can’t eat unless food is in front of me, none of my friends are… good, at comforting, to say the least… I have well over 1K due for medical bills, and no one will even take me for an interview, so I can’t even pay off little by little. Lol..I pretty much moved out at 17 and have been surviving by myself for 6 years now.

Im so tired of surviving.

If.. if you don’t mind.. honestly I don’t even know what kind of scenario this would count as…. Baji has been my biggest comfort character as of late, and I.. well, would you mind,, possibly writing a scenario.. of reader who’s spiraled so far into these thoughts, and in the midst of a panic attack, attempts to.. stop surviving, if you catch my drift..

I know this is very personal, and I’m sorry to dump on you.. if you’re unable, all is well! Thank u for taking time to read my pity story haha.. <3

Baji Helps Suicidal Reader

****Please proceed with caution if mentions of suicide will be more harmful to you than beneficial.*****

Pairing: Baji x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of hopelessness, suicide attempt, crying, not being able to find a job, losing your home

Genre: Hurt Comfort

Post-Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: In which Baji shows up as soon as you attempt to take your own life.

[A/N: Hi darling, I'm so glad you found my blog and for feeling comfortable enough to bring your urgent request to me! I'm so sorry to hear what you've been through. I can't begin to imagine how you must be feeling. Though I've felt similarly about the the whole job thing. Places these days won't even give people a chance to show what they could do. I graduated from College and couldn't find work immediately. I'm still struggling to find a job in my field even now. I have a job at a bookstore atm, but it took a long time for me to get it. I think when they timing is right though, things will work out for us. We really just need to wait for things to happen and keep working for them! But you're also going through a lot of other situations as well, so my words probably aren't that helpful, so I'll leave that to Baji. I'm here if you ever need anyone to talk to though. I've been through moments of hopelessness and feeling like leaving this world was my only option, but I'm proof that things will change. There will always be times when we fall, but we can always get back up again! Anyway, I'll shut up now and let you read. I hope it provides you with even just a tiny bit of comfort <3 i love you, hopefully we can talk again soon, you sound very sweet!

Side note: I wasn’t sure if you wanted something platonic or if you wanted to be Baji’s s/o so I left that kinda ambiguous. You could read it either way!

Baji impatiently taps his foot, sitting on his bike outside your place. Where were you?

You had texted him earlier asking him to pick you up since the people you were living with weren’t home and you just needed to get out for a while. He came rushing over as soon as he had a chance and texted you upon arriving, but you weren’t answering his texts–you weren’t even reading them.

He knew all about your situation in life and had tried his best to be by your side and show you the support that you deserved to have. He wasn’t perfect though, at times it was hard for Baji to truly put himself in your shoes and understand what you were going through.

Now though, he was worried. Why had you texted so desperately that you needed to get out of the house? Why weren’t you answering his texts now?

He turns his engine off and hops off the bike, walking briskly to your front door.

“Y/N! I’m here,” He bangs on the door, hoping you were just distracted and forgot to check your phone to see his texts.

But he’s met with silence.

“Y/N!” He tries again, panic settling in the pit of his stomach and he bangs harder on the door–something wasn’t right.

He brings his ear to the door hoping to hear any sign of life and that’s when he hears it, the running of water and sobs from the other side. Gathering whatever adrenaline had been building up in him, he rams into the door, which luckily flies open from the impact. The sound of your sobs grows louder the closer he gets to you. You were in the bathroom.

The door is only a crack open, but he races toward the noise, slamming the door fully open and takes in your state; puffy eyes as tears run from them not that he could distinguish your tears from the hot water that was pouring on you from the shower-head. You were sitting in the tub, soaking wet with a bottle of pills in your hands.

Your breathing was erratic as you struggled to open the bottle, but Baji is quick to act. He’s in the shower with you in a second, the burning water scalding his body even through his jacket, but he doesn’t care since it’s now not hitting you anymore. He snatches the pills from your hands, throwing them out the bathroom door and into the hallway where you can’t see them. In your state of panic, you start to flail around, seeing that bottle as your only escape from the mental pain you were experiencing. He finally turns the water off and hoists you up, your attempts to push him away and hit him futile. His adrenaline is still high as he lifts you from the tub with ease and onto the bathroom floor where he plops down next to you, out of breath.

You can’t seem to calm your breathing down as you clutch your chest, searching all around you with wild eyes, looking for a way out. Anything to end your suffering–anything. But then you feel strong arms wrap around you in a hug. You beat down on his back, trying your best to shake him off you. Let go of me, you think to yourself. Maybe you meant it in a different way, Let me go. Let me be free from this pain. But deep down, you wanted him to continue to hold you in place.

“Y/N please-” His voice cracks, making you go still in his arms. What were you doing?

“Please, I’m here. You’re not alone, I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere,” he cries, “So don’t leave me.”

The man who had nerves of steel was breaking right in front of you.

He held you tight, as if he was scared you’d just vanish between his fingers.

What feels like hours passes by with you both still soaking wet on the floor, clinging to each other, but you slowly manage to calm your breathing and sobs thanks to Baji’s help.

He had been silent the whole time, focusing on just making sure you wouldn’t try anything else while he was around.

“I’m sorry…” you finally say, resting your head on his shoulder, “I’m sorry you had to see me like this.”

He finally loosens his grip on you, but continues to hold you close, caressing your still damp hair, “Why?”

That was a great question. One you couldn’t answer in only a few minutes. Baji knew the basics of what you’d been through, but he didn’t know the turmoil of what you were going through internally–only externally.

“I’m just…tired. Tired of surviving, tired of suffering. I’m barely scraping by. Is this what life’s supposed to be like? I look around at all the happy faces. Everyone seems to be living the ideal life and I’m just here, so why should I bother to exist if I don’t matter.”

He takes in your words, thinking them over, probably repeating them over and over in his head.

“You matter,” he decides to say, “You matter so much. Even if you only matter to one person, isn’t that enough to keep trying? One person can eventually grow into two, and three, and so on.”

“Baji…you don’t know what it’s like. I’ve already tried for so long. It’s been six long years. I’ve tried to see the good in my situation for six years, and yet I only keep getting pushed farther and farther past my limit. I can’t find a job, and because I can’t find a job, I can’t pay off my debt. I’m living in a house that isn’t mine with people who aren’t my family. I’m alone,” you cry out.

By now you had freed yourself from Baji’s arms, but he reaches over and grabs your hand, squeezing it reassuringly, scared that you’d run away from him.

“But if you leave now how do you know that tomorrow won’t be the day that things change?” He asks you, “Look, I know I can’t ever fully understand what goes on through your mind or what you’ve been through up till this point, but you can’t know what your life will be like a few months from now–hell, not even a few days from now. Everything can change in a second, you just need to be around to experience it.”

He brings your hands to his lips, peppering tiny kisses to your knuckles.

“I love you, a lot Y/N. Too much to just let you leave like this. Let’s try focusing on today. Each day has its own troubles, so why should we think about the future and worry ourselves even more for problems we haven’t reached yet? We’ll cross those valleys when we get to them. Right now, I just want you to focus on yourself, getting back on your feet and in a better state of mind,” he tries to console you.

His words definitely reached you. Truth be told, you knew things could maybe change, but it was hard to move forward with such uncertainty. Why couldn’t you know what would happen with your life five years from now?

“But what if things don’t change. I don’t want to live like this forever. I don’t want to suffer anymore,” you confess, hot tears running down your face.

Baji turns to face you, gently wiping your tears away.

“But what if they do? Don’t you want to stick around to find that out for yourself?” He asks.

You stop and think it over for a moment; a life where things finally turned around–you finally getting called in for an interview and getting a job, receiving an income and finally getting to pay your debts off. Having your own place where you felt comfortable and maybe starting a family of your own…yeah, that did sound nice. As impossible as that future sounded, it was something you craved.

“I guess I do,” you sigh, “Though I wish it could happen now.”

“I know. I wish it could happen now for you as well. I hate to see you suffer so much, but you’re not alone in this. I have your back. So let’s keep fighting okay? Together, let’s see it through till the end when things finally turn around for you.”

“Baji, you know I can’t just feel better overnight. I think I’ll be okay for today, but who’s to tell when I’ll spiral like this again.”

“Then I’ll be here to get you through it again.”

A wave of gratitude flew through you. You don’t know why Baji arrived on time when you were fully ready to leave this world a few minutes ago, but now you were thankful that he had stopped you. You didn’t want to hurt him or leave him alone, but you found a little ball of hope appearing in your heart. Though tiny, it was still present and you hoped it would continue to grow and become reality one day.

“I’ll try.”

“Good. Then shall we go? You said you wanted out of here for the day, right?” He goes right back to treating you like he usually would–something you were grateful for. You didn’t want him to walk on eggshells around you after witnessing you at your lowest moment.

“But we’re still wet,” you point-out, looking at his clothes that were still clinging to his body.

“The wind will dry us,” he heaves himself off the floor and holds a hand out to you, “Let’s go.”

You give him your hand as he helps you off the floor. What did you have to lose? At this point you didn’t care, you just needed to get your mind off everything.

Baji leads you out of the house, grabbing the bottle of pills on his way out and throwing them in his jacket pocket, making a mental note to discard them later. You walk past the open door with a lock that was now busted off the wall. You’d have to explain that to the people you lived with, but you’d face that problem when you got to it–just like Baji said.

You hop on behind him on his motorbike as he passes you his helmet, making sure it’s securely on your head before he drives off.

For just a moment, the wind seems to blow all the worries from your mind. With your arms wrapped tightly around Baji’s torso, you close your eyes and think of those better days he had spoken about.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to see if they could really happen…

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 2/15/2023

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ireallycouldnotbebothered · 2 years

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•temporary lover•

summary: you are completely shocked when a criminal climbs into your window, pretending to be your lover as the cops are desperately on the search for him.

warnings: guns used inappropriately, violence(?) and alot of smut

mistas thoughts in blue!

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"Book inspiration is so hard to get these days!" You said as you threw another piece of paper in the now full trash can next to you. It had been 2 months since your first ever book had gone viral and now the expectations to release a book just as good were too high.

The money you had received from the book you got was treating you well though, your apartment was huge and you could get anything you wanted but you wanted to try and write something else.

Something with action and with well thought out characters was what you needed for another bestseller but right now your mind was blank.

You sighed and decided that you should probably stop for the night, you weren't getting anywhere and you were tired. You got changed into a white,silky nightdress and just as you turned around to go to your bedroom, you heard a loud BANG.

You froze. That came from downstairs! Were you being robbed?? Oh no, you were too young to die! You grabbed a plank that was next to you and ran down the stairs. You were in your hero arc right now so it was only right to be stupid and run straight into the scene.

When you got downstairs with the plank in both hands, you found a bizarre man in a blue suit on the floor with scratches and bruises all over his face.

He looked straight up at you with a mischievous grin.

The plank had now left your hand and you felt drunk as you couldn't decide on which emotion you were feeling, excitement,worry and all the others.

"who the fuck are you??" You said staring at him.

"I don't usually present myself like this so I deeply apologise for this miss, I'm known as guido mista, a pretty girl like you must have a pretty name, right?"

Who is this woman and why is she so amazingly pretty??

"MISTA AS IN FAMOUS GANG MEMBER MISTA WHOSE BEEN ON THE RUN FOR THE PAST 3 DAYS??" You shouted, remembering the news report you had read this afternoon.

"Oh I didn't know I was famous enough for a pretty girl like you to say my name. Luckily for you I think I'll be here for a while."

He laughs at your still shocked face as he gets up to sit on a chair.

"You look sexy in that nightdress by the way, I just about get a view of your boobs from here" he said, taking off his hat (?)(idk what its called lol) to reveal brown curly hair.

"Number 1 who said you're staying here and Number 2 don't be a fucking pervert or you're getting hit with the plank, infact you're getting hit either way" You shouted walking towards him.

"Come on I'm sure we can compromise pretty girl, right?"

"I dont think so Guido Mista." You smirked at the man who was now face to face with you.

"I'll let you do anything you want to me pretty girl. Anything." He said pulling you closer to him.

As he gets to examine your face more, he feels like he's seen you before on a show or something.

"Are you famous or something, I've definitely seen this pretty face before." He said, lifting your chin with his index finger.

You push him away slowly and sit on a chair opposite him and sigh.

What the fuck am I going to do with him? I mean I could ask him some stories he has about adventures or something at least.

"Ok. How about we make a deal, im a writer and i need some inspiration so tell me some of your best stories and you can stay for however long you need to." You said looking at him.

"That works perfectly for me but I should mention how the police are going through everyone on this street's houses to find me so uh-"

"WHAT."

Just as you were about to start shouting at him you heard a police officer talking to your neighbors.

"What the hell do we do??" You said crossing your arms.

"Easy. Fake sex. They won't come in when they hear a young, hot couple having the type of sex your neighbors complain about." He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You froze. I mean all I have to do is fake moan it's pretty easy

"Fuck fuck fuck uh take off your clothes" You said to the brunette as the police officers were inches away from your door.

"Oh so we're dating now, its only been 5 minutes pretty girl and you want me this bad."

"Shut up and take off your clothes do you want to get caught?" You said taking off your nightdress to reveal a silky white lingerie.

"Oh wow, all this for me, you're too kind pretty girl." He said removing his outfit leaving you to view a god-like body infront of him.

You quickly ran to open the window near the door so your fake show could be heard.

You went to Mista and crawled ontop of him

"Dont make this harder than it already is Mista."

"Keep saying my name like that and I might not be able to control myself pretty girl." He chuckled, relaxing himself into the chair.

As soon as the both of you hear footsteps, you start to give him soft kisses all over his face and then his neck where you suck harder earning a loud groan from him.

"Right there baby" he says almost too genuine.

You hear a soft knock on the door.

"What do we do?" You whisper to him.

He pushes you towards him pressing his lips against yours, grabbing your ass in the process causing you to moan loudly.

"Why dont we have a little bit of fun?"

"As long as you dont get caught I do not care Mista." You whispered to him, worried that you could be heard.

To be honest you were just really horny and wanted this mystery man to give you a nice night.

He took off his boxers revealing a rock hard cock poking out.

You gulped, it's huge

He smiled at your expression and shoved his aching cock into your mouth.

You chocked slightly as he pushed further down your throat. You slowly bobbed your head, taking in his length earning some loud moans from him.

"Fuck just like that baby, don't stop I'm close" He groaned pushing your head deeper with one hand.

"Hello anyone in. It's the police, please open the door or we will have to ourselves."

You both froze.

FUCK.

"One second coming!" You shouted, slowly pushing Mista off to get a bathrobe from an other room.

You ran to the door and opened it with an annoyed expression.

"Uhm I'm busy right now, do you need anything?"

"Trust me we could tell." One of the officers said with a smirk.

"Excuse me?" You said glaring at him.

"Sorry about him, we're looking for a criminal on the loose Guido Mista, do you have any idea of his whereabouts?"

Time for the main act.

"Are you saying that because I'm a woman, do you think I'm sleeping with him or something. I've already been disrespected by your colleague here so I really am considering talking to your boss." You said in the most stern voice you could.

As the two officers stood there shocked, suddenly Mista appeared behind you in a bathroom robe and a black face mask.

"Anything wrong babe, I can hear alot of noise" He said leaning on the doorframe beside you.

"Just these officers" you said playing along.

"Oh, if you guys don't mind we have some business to attend to right now so maybe you could come at a later time?"

The police officer stared at him attentively but ultimately gave up.

"Uh yes okay, were terribly sorry by the way miss" the officer said.

You slammed the door and shut the window and sighed.

"Jesus Christ they're so persistent"

"You owe me I saved your ass." Mista laughed as you fell onto the chair.

"No you owe me first. I have you the best blowjob of your life, give me a story."

"Fine, hmm where do I start." He said sitting next to you on the chair.

"Well I had a few adventures with this guy called Giorno Giovanna, he was crazy I swear-"

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#mista #anime #mista x reader #animesmut #Jjba #mista smut #anime x reader #jojo mista #jjba mista #guido mista

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autisticempathydaemon · 11 months

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i love these little match ups!! you're such an angel for doing them they're literally adorable <3

song im fixated on: Persephone in the Garden by Aidoneus. first off i'm a sucker for hades and persephone and this song is written as if it's from his point of view sooo. but the part "you assumed that i could make you feel it was worth it/but all i ever did was drag you down" it's so powerful it makes me want to scream

my enneagram 4w5 hehe (also an INFJ which is... predictable)

childhood imaginary friend: omg i had a lot of imaginary friends growing up but my main one was this girl named alison and we would do everythinggg together. she was everything i wanted to be and more, kind, sweet, pretty, and just such a cool girly

go to sleepy time routine: i'm the kinda person who needs to make up a little scenario in my head. it helps me to get my mind off the day and to stop overthinking everything bc i'm thinking about my lil story hehe

changing my name: i think my name suits me really well tbh i don't think i would change it

fav audio: i <3 comfy cozy easy videos so like davids hoodie video or literally any sleep aid from any of them, i love the domestic boys

boy that doesn't hold appeal: tbh i love every single boy in their own way, truly i don't have a least favorite. but i probably get the least hype about vincents audios, i still love him dearly though, i'm just not AS attached

book/movie/tv show i know the words to: the hunger games omg i was so obsessed when i was younger and i've recently been rereading/rewatching and i really do know every. single. word.

which boy do you wanna be besties with: i would give anything to be best friends with ash he is such a cool dude. i feed off his energy so easily and he just creates such a safe space to be silly and laugh and i love him for it

sleepy ramble: my ramble is also definitely space. when i'm tired i start thinking about the logistics of existence and space and science and the world and i just go off on tangents

gas station combo: raspberry iced tea, bbq chips, and reeses hehe

fav playlist: one i made with one of my close friends, its perfection and i get new music out of it all the time

guilty pleasure media: idk if it counts but i do unironically love hallmark movies which usually gets a reaction out of ppl lol, i'm a hopeless romantic and they're horribly cheesy its a perfect combo

other info: my love language is physical touch, i looove reading and writing, and i rotate my stuffed animals so they all feel loved (toy story really did a number on me ajsdkfl)

i hope you're having a wonderful day, take all the time you need to get to this <33

A lot about you- your enneagram, your MBTI, the types of audios you like- gives me the impression of someone very sweet and thoughtful, someone who spends a lot of time in their head and dreams. I think Anton would be a lovely partner for you in the way he complements that.

What I love about both these personality types is that they are introverted but in no way subdued; in that way, I feel you and Anton would be similar. There’s so much more beneath his surface than he lets on, but I think you bring that out in him, call out to the soft, gooey, loving parts of him no one else sees-

-and he would be SO adorably gooey and sweet. His voice would be the most perfect thing for you, given your preference for comfy, sleepy audios. I bet it’d be killing him to not be there to hug you or give you affection the way you’d prefer, so I can imagine him doing something really thoughtful like recording himself reading your favorite books to keep you company while he’s at ETS.

Song:

Even when we're miles apart, I have your voice but feel no touch/ You are so close to my heart, but we're far from flesh and blood/ See, in a world so full of dissonance, our harmony's a flood/ Inside my heart, I don't need cards or flying doves to feel our magic

I can’t get a read on what kind of music he would listen to, I’m not gonna lie, so I don’t know if he’d necessarily like this song, but the lyrics feel right, you know? I like how it’s formatted like an audio love letter, one he could send while he’s away.

Runner-Ups:

Morgan strikes me as similar to Anton in a lot of ways- they’ve both got this quiet, pensive nature that’s very appealing. If we were as intense and expressive as Anton, it would have been a closer call. Now, here’s the long shot. Someone sweet and charming like you would have gorgeous, dragged to the underworld, spouse of Hades vibes with Vega, okay? Just imagine it.

Note: as always, much thanks for your patience and understanding! I hope you see this and really like it (and Vega. You can imagine Imp!Vega instead if you prefer!)

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

#redactedasmr #redacted asmr #redacted #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redactedverse #busybee matches

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jurisffiction · 1 year

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what do you use for journaling?

answering this from my phone which means it's probably gonna fuck up especially as i am now realising how much i want to say. as always

what i USE rn is an app called iA Writer, but technically i don't really use it/its features for journaling so much as just a .txt file organiser. the actual files are synced in a google drive folder, so i could also just open them in any notes app and start writing, but ia writer lets me see all my files at a glance (i make a new .txt file for each month, start each new entry with a big "NEW ENTRY MONDAY 9 JANUARY") and looks nice enough and recognises markdown syntax for basic formatting. i think it's a paid app but i really don't remember.

i used to use Day One (of deeply weird recent tumblr ad fame) when i was 17 or so, which helped me get started because it 1) had daily prompts and 2) had a header image input which made me feel better about just taking one photo each day and counting that as an "entry" without sitting down to write. that was also the big shift i needed to actually become a regular journaler (journalist? diarist.): i was always given cute notebooks as a kid, and even now you can open up tens of them that just have "IM SO TIIIIIIIRED" over the first page followed by reams of blanks. meanwhile i learnt to type 100wpm on msn messenger when i was 11 or whatever, but it somehow didn't click until glossy apps started dropping that i could just type journal entries and even though it wasn't the pen to paper aesthetic fantasy people usually think of, it does what i need it to (and better than paper). all journaling really is (for my purposes! there's a lot of reasons to journal, i guess) is a form of externalising thought processes and emotion to cut down on rumination, pause before impulsive actions, improve my memory and get to know myself better, so the closer i can make that activity frictionless the better — and i already spend all dang day typing anyway, so it's easy.

on that note, i also have a solo discord server i use to keep links and notes to myself, and i've got a channel in there for journaling, because ia writer on my phone WORKS but sometimes the sync overlaps and glitches, and it's just faster to dump quick thoughts into discord, especially if i'm literally just panicking at a party and want to write down something someone said to me so i can remember later.

there is an opposite mode of thinking, which is that journaling/externalising should be very distinct, and separate, and analogue, and physical, etc, to the extent that the frictive challenges of handwriting and paper and sitting at a desk rather than texting at a party etc is the point and helps with recall and the whole process of it all, but, god. i just can't do that at all. i go walking in nature each morning to ground myself in all that and i tumble out every thought and stressor and hypothetical i can wring dry from my mind into a .txt file for 5 minutes (that can turn into an hour) before i sleep each night so that i CAN sleep. but if i forget or im too busy i don't beat myself up about missing it. i stopped journaling for like 3 years then just started up again one day. i skip months sometimes. sometimes my entries are still just "TIRED". but it being a folder of text files helps me know i can start again whenever, and that if i ever want to go check something i can do it easily.

sorry this is insanely long; i've not journaled properly for weeks and it shows 😭

#asks #long post #?#new ask game. you send an ask to sam jurisffiction and turn 1 word into 8 words. perpetual motion machine

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@disaster-fruit I’m sorry, I’m starting a new post, I don’t care that it might be short but I’m tired of that endless threat. SO EPILOGUE.

Caju said:

Okay EPILOGUE NOW PLEASE JESUS CAN WE HAVE IT JESUS

I do have things other than smut in mind, so lets start with them. First, it’s what martin and luciano’s life will be like now that they’re finally together. I’d like to give martin some kind of occupation eventually, because he’s not the type to just wait around the house for his husband to get home. It would be cool if it was something like in the movie, tied to what he knew and did on the fairy tale world, but im on board too if it is a new talent that he couldn’t have discovered here. Unfortunately unlike Alfred who i immediately knew should be a minecraft youtuber, i’m not as sure for martin. My first thought is that he can be an instructor for sword fighting classes, it’s something that he knows and is good at, a talent he kept from being a prince. Other possibility is that he takes after dani and grows an interest at voluntary work, trying to help people with his time. I could also see him working on things like wood construction or even owning a small restaurant, but im just throwing ideas here to see if any spark your interest or inspire you.

On that same vein, there’s lots of things for martin to learn about the real world that we didn’t get the opportunity to explore. One that comes to mind and is funny to me is football. Imagine the process from which prince charming becomes a football fan? Starts with him joining luciano as he watches a match on the couch, while martin has to ask about the rules and trying to figure out for himself. And maybe he starts watching even when luciano isnt aroud. And we can get a football game date when luciano gets them tickets so martin can see it live. Idk i just feel like its charming and funny to imagine things like that.

Another epilogue point i’d like to discuss is the wedding. I think they wouldn’t get married immediately after, though they’d be living pretty much like husbands from the get go, with maritn living in luciano’s place and whatnot. I have a scenario for how the marriage proposal would go: Luciano feels they’ll eventually do it, but he doesn’t think much about it. They’ll cross that bridge when its time, plus martin would want a super elaborated fancy proposal as the prince he is. But one day they’re just cuddling and kissing and luciano says he loves him, for maybe the hundredth time already; martin beams and tells him to say it again, and Luciano does as he kisses his face. He tells him he loves him, that he loves him a million times, that he wants to say it forever, that he… wants to marry him. He just blurts it out, without thinking, at the wrong moment, with no ring, no proposal. Martin is taken aback (but not negatively YK IDK THE WORD IN ENGLISH), asks if he means it, but after a moment luciano thinks and says yes, he does mean it. And boom, we got a proposal. Martin would still want a ring immediately but it would be something silly and improvised, like luciano would draw a ring on his finger with a sharpie, or make a ring out of folded chocolate paper, or take like a mood ring that is buried at the depths of his drawer. It’s just meant to be a promise, it’s symbolical. I like this scenario because of the contrast with luciano’s previous engagement: perfect ring, perfect proposal, perfect big wedding, everything so perfect, yet he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He couldnt put a stop to it before it was right in front of him, everything was planed to a T and still all that perfection just hid his insecurities and fears. Now there’s none of that, no perfection, not even a real ring, a blurted out proposal in the silence of their bedroom, and it is all they need.

He’d eventually get the fancy gold ring and they’d throw the crazy lavish wedding of martin’s dreams, but that’s not because luciano thinks its how its supposed to go, but because martin wants it and he wants to see him happy. It’s similar but so different, and he has no doubts this time when the moment to walk down the aisle comes.

OKAY NOW THE SMUT-

I have in my mind how i think their first timeS would go, but i said a lot already, so i’ll pass the ball to you to start if you wish. I have the weird feeling we’ll have similar ideas for this section and i want to test it :3 fire at will 🔨🔥

WE CAN :D

For Martín we need to find something Prince Charming was good at but that can work in the real world, like Giselle did with tailoring. I think sword fighting is indeed something he could teach, but I was thinking about something even more mundane?? I'd rather Martín put the sword down, his days fighting are over and he gets to enjoy a quiet lige with his husband yk? Maybe he can give riding lessons or he can take care of horses, y’all know I’m a sucker for horsegirl Martín. It’s something that fits him and that he can do since WELL princes ride horses. It's hard work but it goes along with this calm “domestic” lifestyle I envision for him.

I do like him growing a bit of an interest at voluntary work ngl. I think it’s nice to see Dani somehow influenced him for good. I also think it shows a little growth in him; he gets to help others not just in a heroic Prince Charming way, but more on a human level. This sort of help doesn’t get him flower crowns or cheering crowds like he used to, but that’s not the point of helping and he gets to learn that.

Another one I can’t help to see but I think is more of a meme is Martín pursuing DRAMA. It gives the little cartoon-ish Prince Charming left in him a place to breathe and I think it’s hilarious. So maybe he joins some drama club, earns a little money giving acting classes. All very extra of course, almost roleplaying at some point.

Re football: he DEFINITELY watches while Luciano isn’t around. Martín is proud and doesn’t like to be in the dark but he also doesn’t like to ask for help, so I can totally see him secretly consuming content as he tries to understand the rules and dynamics. I think Lu’d find it very cute how Martín suddenly seems to know, fully aware he must have been making his research, and of course Tincho eventually becomes as passionate about football as Lu. Luciano truly won the lottery with this one ♥

Another scenario I can’t help to imagine is Martín vs technology. I think he’d struggle in general, but I think Lulu might eventually get Martín a cellphone for it’s important Martín learns to use one, but it proves to be a pain in the ass. Martín is worse than a grandpa with all his questions, and I feel it’d take him some time to understand and trust technology. Luciano used to make up all this “it’s a genie” and “it’s a magic mirror” white lies before, but now that Martín is staying in the real world he needs to understand how it all works and it’s so exhausting. Luciano doesn’t have the answers to Martín’s questions most of the time, he can’t explain how TVs or how phone calls work or where all the stuff uploaded in the internet is. It’s very frustrating for the two of them.

Aah I love the proposal, I think it’s perfect ♥ I really like the intimacy and spontaneity of it and the little ring Luciano makes at the moment. It’s perfect, they go on Luciano’s terms and pace and Martín is just happy to have him. That’s the only thing both want at the end of the day, it’s the culmination of their stories; they just want the other, nothing else. I’m not sure I’d give them a huge wedding tho. I agree normally Martín has the classic dream of a perfect wedding, but I think this particular AU is different. I can’t help thinking it needs to be something small and private. I say they have a little ceremony on the beach or even in Ibirapuera since the park was part of their love story.

Ngl Caju I get the feeling we won't have very similar smut ideas BUT let’s see. Our disagreements are a pain in the ass but they are the reason we are forced to get creative and come up with stuff we otherwise wouldn’t normally do SO LETS GO

I think sex is a thing that kinda goes unspoken for some time between them.

We know Luciano is a sex god, yes we’ve heard it before, but I wanna bring up that besides being good at it, Lulu kinda *needs* sex. It’s important to him, he has fun and enjoys it yes, but I think he has a very sexual nature. He craves the intimacy of it, it is a way to connect to his partner. And I feel this suddenly puts him in a tough spot: Luciano wants to have sex with Martín but he doesn’t know how Martín feels about it.

Martín literally told him he never had a boner before, and Luciano had just assumed he was crazy. After everything they went through (after seeing a dragon and a portal and the fairytale world), Lulu knows for a fact that Martín has been saying truths all this time so now he does believe him. Thismesns not only Martín is a virgin, but he possibly has no idea what sex is like beyond the educational sex ed videos Lu put on for him. So Lulu finds himself in this very delicate situation in which he wants one thing, but he wants Martin to want it too, but he also doesn’t want to be the one to direct them there since it feels wrong to “take advantage” of oh sweet innocent Martín. He doesn’t want to overwhelm him and scare him out of ever having sex again. For once in his life, he doesn’t know where to start with sex and we know Lulu is not the best with words, so he’s not even sure how to approach the subject. So he’s kind waiting for Martín to take the first step, to hint he wants to take the next base.

And here’s the catch; Martín is showing no signs of wanting sex. He is not interested in it. Martín’s first approach with sex were the sex ed videos and porn, and he was not impressed. He was kinda weirded out by it in fact, which makes me think he wouldn’t see the appeal, he wouldn’t want any part in it.

So for some time Lulu is stuck in these long make out sessions on the couch that are just awesome. Lu has zero complaints, listen, he loves to make out and Tincho is getting better and better at it, picking up the tricks Lulu pulls on him and using them back on Lu. But yk it could be better and Lu’s getting a little blue down there. He wishes they could take it to the next level, but Martín normally cuts them when things are getting a little too interesting. Lulu respects it, ok, but it’s so frustrating, he’s going a little feral inside dying to get some action.

I think it’s not until one day Martín gets another inconvenient boner that they do talk about it. Maybe it’s during a hot make out session, or maybe it’s during one of the moments in which Lu accidentally turns Martín on and makes him go “do that but to me”. The thing is Luciano notices and sees his chance to test the waters. He insinuates himself, maybe offers a hand. But he’s totally cut short when Martín says he’ll just take a cold shower.

There is something off in the way he says it, kinda like this was some pesky mild inconvenience. As this were some condition Martín has to live with. So Lu asks (a little frustrated) if that’s what he’s been doing all this time. It’s a bit of a rhetorical question, something he just says but doesn’t expect to get a “yes” for an answer. But that’s exactly the answer he gets: Martín explains he’s been taking cold showers whenever this happens, like Luciano showed him the day of his first morning wood. Luciano stares at him for a long moment, speechless, and asks if he’s being serious. Martín frowns at him, not appreciating Lu’s look and tone at all, and a little defensively says yes. Now Luciano realizes not only is Martín a virgin, but he’s never touched himself either. Which he finds incredible and horrifying and wait really? Never? He never tried to… yk? And he makes a pumping gesture with his hand in the air. Martín frowns deeper at him, confirming that no, he never tried, and Luciano basically needs to sit the fuck down for a moment, this is CRIMINAL, how has Martín been living these past few months.

He has so many questions, but a glance in Martín’s way makes him reconsider. His reaction has made Martín go defensive - he is watching him crossed arm and with pursed disapproving lips and a frown - so Luciano tries to soften his approach. He takes a deep breath, and asks why he never indulged. Martín explains he didn’t like what he saw on the TV. Luciano asks about the sex ed videos, but Martín says that he means the other videos. Luciano asks what videos and Martín says the ones with the muscled greasy plummers coming to fix the sink and ending up bending the nerdy college boy over the couch. And this is how Luciano learns Martín has watched porn.

Strangely enough, as ridicolous as it is, this is a bit of a relief for Luciano. It means Martín might be a virgin but he’s not clueless, he’s seen how it works. That makes this easier, Luciano can work knowing Martín understands how it’s supposed to go. He was afraid of taking Martín to bed before, thinking Tincho didn’t know what he was agreeing to and being afraid he might scar him for life, but this gives him the courage he was missing.

He explains those are not real. Well, sex is like that but also not. Porn is kinda like a play, yk, Martín had plays in the fairytale world right? There is both reality and fantasy to them. Martín lowers his defenses but he doesn’t seem to be sold. Luciano thinks for a moment and then asks if Martín would let him try. Martín seems a little startled but he doesn’t seem against it, so Luciano gently presses forward. He gets closer and smiles and lowers his voice a little and says maybe Martín has no interest playing with it, but Luciano does. He is in fact very much interested, he confides in a hot whisper. He’s been thinking about it, he says, daydreaming about all the things he could do with it. Martín listens and much to Luciano’s delight he seems turned on by the way Lu is looking and talking to him - a light blush creeps up his face and he looks down at Luciano with heavy lidded eyes. Martín takes a moment to think about it, and nods his head and agrees. Luciano kisses him, slow and hot and sweet the way he knows it makes Martín go weak in the knees, and pulls apart to take his hand and lead them to their bedroom.

#I'm sorry if you wanted to keep this on the other post but I swear I'm done scrolling down #I say we can get the epilogue in another post very much like we had the fairytale on how dani and tinho met in another post #Martín working with wood is a very hot mental image but idk if it fits Prince Charming #idk if it’s allowed to get married on Ibirapuera but WHO CARES THIS IS FICTION #brarg #enchanted au #brarg brainstorming #not sfw

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