#(he talked a lot mostly bc he liked the sound of his own voice)

[theaterism]

i think i called nathaniel social at some point but i am realizing that that is Not True agsgd like this man did NOT like people in general; he considered himself better than them all and mainly interacted with them for the sake of Business and collecting secrets.

#|☆| headcanons #|☽| nathaniel ( businessman ) #(yes he hosted extravagant parties yes these parties exhausted him) #(yes he was charming yes this was a facade to earn others’ trust) #(i wouldn’t call him a true Introvert but he just. rlly found most other people annoying agdgdg) #(he talked a lot mostly bc he liked the sound of his own voice)

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

Beer and Bunny’s

(Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Eddie can’t seem to get himself to make a move on the new bartender at the hideout he has a crush on, but one night you decide to take matters into your own hands and he sees something that he just can’t resist. Wk:4.5K

Warnings: 18+MINDI Smut (unprotected P in V), Oral (M & F), Eddie being a lil pervy but reader is into it, kind of inexperienced!Eddie (he’s really nervous and has a lot of self doubt. My head canon for this Eddie is that he’s been with a few girls but none of them were interested in more than a one night stand), no use of Y/N so pet names, and I think that’s it? The smut is kinda soft n sweet, nothing too crazy. Lmk if I missed any!!

A/N: So I was running errands wearing my black mini skirt and my pink bunny panties the other day and this idea came to me. It’s super self indulgent tbh, but in my mind Eddie would lose his shit over something like this and I’ll die on that hill. 🫡 Also I usually read through my shit obsessively but I only read through this once so if you see mistakes, no you didn’t. (Not really tho pls tell me so I can fix them bc typos make me crazy) My Masterlist

Eddie was in a trance, playing his guitar on autopilot as he watched you bus tables, make drinks, and occasionally indulge a customer’s flirting for extra tips. Not that you needed to, that dress and your sweet smile was enough to have any man dumping his wallet out and emptying his bank account for you. Or maybe that was just him.

He knew it wasn’t though, because even though his band was up there putting their hearts into playing for 15 people tops, most of their eyes followed you. Granted it was mostly drunk middle aged men besides Ruth, a 60 something year old woman who was always sitting in the same stool at the bar, drinking the same cheap vodka, with her red lipstick smudged on her teeth. But still, he’s convinced even if the room was filled with a hundred women you’d still be the prettiest one there.

You started working at the hideout a few months ago when you moved to town and ever since then it was like Eddie was possessed by you. He thought about you constantly, the way those cut up band tees always fit so perfectly and how your ass always looked in those tight little skirts has him fisting his cock sometimes twice a night. He wanted to record the way your voice sounded saying his name when you’d bring him his favorite beer after a show without him even asking and play it on a loop over and over again.

But that wasn’t all, he thought about little things like holding your hand, or going to the drive-in and watching horror movies with you. Or just kissing you, god, he wanted to kiss your pretty glossed lips.

The only issue was every time you talked to him it was like his brain turned to mush and everything he had practiced to say disappeared from his mind.

Tonight was different though. After their last song when you came to bring him his beer, you gave him that sweet smile and told him how awesome they did like you always do. But then it happened. You accidentally walked backwards into one of the small amps, tipping it backwards.

“Oh my god! I'm so sorry, shit!” You apologized before turning around to pick it up and when you did Eddie felt like he was about to cum in his pants.

You were wearing this tight little faux leather mini dress with a zipper that went all the way down the middle and these sexy calf high combat boots. But when you bent over he saw you were wearing the cutest pink panties that had little bunnies printed all over them and something about that combination made him absolutely feral.

He heard a whistle behind him and when he snapped his head around to see where it came from he saw one of the guys sitting at the table closest to the stage practically licking his lips while he ogled you. He instantly felt possessive and moved closer so he was standing a few inches behind you, blocking you from everyone else.

You pulled the amp up with a huff before turning around and nearly jumping out of your skin when you realized how close he was.

“Holy shit! You scared me!” You brought your hand to your chest and laughed. “I didn’t know you were so close.”

“Y-yeah I’m sorry, when you bent over, you could uh- see your panties and um… people were looking.” He turned beet red and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Oh, you’re so sweet Eddie, protecting my modesty.” You placed a hand on his forearm and caressed it with your thumb a few times before you stepped close enough to him to whisper in his ear. “Were you looking too?” You pulled away just enough to look up into his eyes through your lashes.

“I- I mean- fuck.” He sighed and looked down at his feet. “I’m sorry… I know I shouldn’t have you were just standing right in front of me and then that guy whistled and-“

“Eddie!!” You squeezed his arm gently to get him to look at you and when he did you just wanted to kiss him. Those big brown eyes all filled with a mixture of lust and guilt were driving you crazy. “It’s okay… I want you to look.”

He’s pretty sure his brain just short circuited, you want him to look? What does that mean?

“I- you want me to- really?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “You think I dress like this every time I work? Nope. Only on Tuesdays… just for you, Eds.”

“Shit. Really?” He looked at you in disbelief, he couldn’t believe the girl he’s been dreaming about is really standing here in a sexy little dress telling him that she wore it for him.

“Yeah.” You nodded and bit your lip. “I like how you look at me, it makes me… So. Wet.”

He threw his head back and groaned, he never thought you’d be so forward like this.

But he didn’t know that you had been waiting for him to make a move on you for weeks. You were tired of dancing around your obvious attraction to one another so you decided tonight you were going to take matters into your own hands.

“Shit sweetheart. You can’t just say things like that to me in public. You’re seriously going to make me bust in my pants. ”

“Well… don’t do that.” You giggled. “I know somewhere better that you can cum though…” You ran your hand down his arm and linked your hands together causing him to shiver. God, he was so responsive, you knew he liked you but apparently you didn’t know just how much.

“Fuck. Are you serious?”

“Deadly. You have a van, right? What’s the back like? Maybe you can show me.” You winked at him.

“Shit, yeah, I’d love to. But I have to put all this shit in the back and take it back to Gareth’s garage.” He looked so disappointed you just wanted to kiss his pouty pink lips.

“Hmmm… well, I live down the street. What if you drop off your stuff and meet me at my place after?” You suggested.

“GARETH! Take my van to your house, I’ll come get it later.” He turned to his drummer and threw him his keys.

“Dude. Seriously? You’re just going to leave us to pack up all this shit?”

His other band mate, who you think is named Jeff, looked between you and Eddie and put two and two together pretty quickly.

“We’ve got it man, have fun!” He wiggled his eyebrows at him before going back to packing up their equipment.

“Well, it looks like I’m all yours.” Eddie smiled at you nervously. God, he was just too cute.

“Looks like it, cutie. I’m off now, just gotta clock out. I usually walk so if you just wanna wait outside I’ll be right there.” You got on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek before jumping off the stage and walking toward the back of the bar, making sure to swing your hips extra for him.

•

The walk back to your apartment was filled with easy conversation and stolen glances, hands grazing but not quite grasping onto each other. The air heavy with the tension of what was to come.

“This is me!” You gesture towards the front door of your apartment before unlocking it and letting him inside.

Eddie looked around as you turned on some lights, he saw some cool posters on the walls and a large bookshelf in the corner. But before he could take in too much of your world you walked over to him and put your arms around his neck.

“Hi.” You smiled at him with a glint in your eye.

“Hey.” He returned your smile with a crooked smirk, bringing his hands to rest on your hips.

You brought one of your hands to his jaw, cupping it and running your thumb along his cheek. “I really really want to kiss you right now.”

He didn’t respond, instead he pulled you closer by the hips and smashed his lips against yours. His lips felt just as you imagined, pillowy soft and just the tiniest bit chapped. He tasted like the beer you gave him, the cigarette he smoked on the walk, and something that was just him. You moaned into the kiss, shoving your hands into his hair, tugging slightly. He groaned when you licked along his bottom lip, allowing you access. He kissed you until your knees were weak and you were both breathless.

“You are so beautiful. Fuck. I can’t believe I’m here right now. This feels like a dream.” He ran his hands up your sides over your dress. “Also this fucking dress… Jesus Christ.”

“Yeah? You like it? It’s new.” You took a step back so you could do a twirl for him. “I thought about you when I bought it, you know…” you brought your finger to the o-ring at the top of the zipper and tugged on it a little.

“I thought about you dragging me to the dingy bar bathroom, shoving me up against the wall and ripping it off me.”

“Holy. Fuck. You’re naughty, huh?” He chuckled.

“Maybe, wanna find out?” You grab his hand and start walking backwards toward your bedroom, dragging him with you.

You plop down on your bed to take your boots off but before you can reach for the laces Eddie walks forward and takes your foot in his hand, unlacing your shoes for you. Once they’re loose enough he pulls them both off your feet and he’s pretty sure you aren’t real at this point.

Your socks are the same pink as your panties with cute little bunny ears at the top of the ankles. Your socks match your panties.

“Yeah, you like these too?” You wiggled your toes in front of his face and giggled while he looked at you and froze, his face turning bright red.

“Shit. Did I say that out loud?”

“Yes, you did. Wanna know if my bra matches too?” You sit back on your hands and stick your chest out.

“Hell yeah I do.” He nodded dumbly.

“Why don’t you take my dress off and find out then, pretty boy.”

He didn’t hesitate to lean down and slip his finger into the o-ring zipper of your dress, slowly beginning to slide it down. When the tops of your breasts were exposed it became more and more clear that your bra didn’t match your panties because you weren’t fucking wearing one. He pulled the zipper down until it was just under the bottom of your tits and just as he thought, no bra. Your chest was on full display, slightly glistening with sweat from the material of your dress and he wanted to lick it off.

“Fuck, look at you… prettiest tits I’ve ever seen.” Not that he’d seen many but he’s pretty sure these are the best tits in the world regardless.

“You can touch them Eddie, I want you to.” You brought your hands up to squeeze them a few times before grabbing onto your nipples and twisting.

“Hold on, I’m appreciating the art before I destroy it.” He grabbed back onto your zipper and pulled it the rest of the way down so your dress was hanging open. You let the straps fall down your arms, leaving you in just those little panties and socks and he had never seen anything sexier. Your hair was a bit disheveled but still in the style you had done it in before you left for work earlier that night and your slightly smudged dark eye make-up contrasted with the soft pink of your garments. You stand up in front of him and play with the hem of his t-shirt.

“Take this off? I wanna see you too.”

He reaches behind his back to pull his shirt over his head and god damn. He has a few tattoos littered across his pale chest, his skin mostly smooth aside from his happy trail that you wanted to nuzzle your nose into on your way down to his cock.

“Wow. You are so sexy Eds.” You run your nails down his chest and torso, hooking your fingers in his belt loops and pulling his chest against yours. The feeling of your bare nipples pressed up against his warm skin sent shivers down your spine.

“Yeah? You think so? I think you’re the sexiest girl in the world.” He blushed.

“Thank you baby, can I take these off?” You pull on his belt loops with your fingers, running your thumbs along his soft waist.

“Please”

That’s all you needed to hear before you were on your knees in front of him, undoing his pants and pulling them down with his boxers.

“Holy shit Eddie…” Your eyes widen and your mouth waters at the sight of him fully bare in front of you. “You have the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait to taste it.” And you meant it, his cock was fucking huge, the hard tip leaking just for you.

He was speechless, looking down at you on your knees in front of him with wide eyes.

You lean forward and run your tongue along his slit, holding eye contact with him while you take his tip in your mouth, suckling on it a few times before taking him deep in your throat.

“Oh fuuuuckkk holy shit.” He brought his hand to the back of your head and rested it there gently, letting you set your own pace.

But it was too gentle. You didn’t want him to hold back.

“Eddie.” You pulled your mouth off him with a pop and a string of saliva. “Use me, pull my hair, fuck my mouth, don’t be shy.”

“Holy shit. Are you- are you sure?” He was panting, looking down at you like you just told him he won the lottery.

“I’m so fucking sure, so so sure. If I don’t like something I’ll tell you baby. I promise, I like it rough.”

You spit in your hand, grabbing onto his cock and tugging it a few times before looking up at him with your tongue out.

He was still looking down at you with those big shiny doe eyes and you were about to lose it if he didn’t do something. Your other hand grabs onto his, guiding it to your hair and signaling for him to grab onto it. It took his mind a second to catch up but when he did it was like something snapped in him.

He grabbed onto your hair hard and slid his cock along the length of your tongue, hitting the back of your throat.

“Close your mouth- yeah, like that.” Once your lips were wrapped around him he started to slowly rock back and forth in your mouth, testing you by going deeper with each thrust.

After a few times of him hitting the back of your throat and causing you to gag he realized you liked it. Your eyes were watery, mascara starting to run down your cheeks, drool was dripping down your chin and you were fucking moaning around him like you were getting as much pleasure out of this as he was.

He was fully fucking your mouth now, pumping his cock down your throat while he cursed and moaned, using you just like you wanted. You reach your hand up to grab onto his drool slick balls and take them in your palm causing him to jerk forward and let out the sexiest moan yet.

“FUCKING SHIT!” He used your hair to pull you off of him and you look up at him with hooded eyes, a mixture of his precum and your drool dripping down your chin and he has to physically will himself not to cum at the sight. “ If you keep that up I’m going to cum in the next thirty seconds and I was really hoping I’d get to fuck you.”

“What? You don’t wanna cum twice? We have all night, unless you’re busy then I guess you can stop.” You said dramatically, in a way that he would’ve stopped to find really cute if he wasn’t so fucking turned on right now.

He practically growled as he grabbed back onto your hair and resumed his assault on your throat. One of your hands finds its way back to his balls while the other snakes around him to grab a handful of his ass for leverage.

“F-fuck this mouth is so fuckin- You’re such a good girl fuckin droolin all over, grabbin my balls while I use your little mouth. Wearing those little fuckin panties and socks. Fuck!” His grip on your hair tightened and his hips sputtered as you felt him explode in your mouth. You swallowed around him, moaning at his taste and taking all that he gave you.

He released his hold on your hair and you pulled your mouth off of him, bringing your pointer finger to the corner of your mouth to swipe the cum that dripped there into your mouth.

“Mmmm, you taste so good Eddie.” You smiled up at him, still on your knees.

“Yeah? I bet you taste even better.”

“Wanna find out?” You smirked at him, getting to your feet and laying back on the bed.

“Fuuuuuck” Eddie groaned at the sight of you laying there for him with your legs spread, a very prominent wet patch in those fucking panties, your hands grabbing on to your tits while your fingers pinch your nipples. You looked like the only meal he wanted to eat for the rest of his life. He got on the bed on his knees between your legs, smashing his lips to yours and kissing you like his life depended on it. He slid his tongue along your bottom lip and you immediately granted him access. He tasted himself on your tongue and it caused him to moan into the kiss.

He kissed down your jaw to your neck, running his tongue along the column of your throat, stopping just behind your ear at your pulse point to suck a mark there. He kissed and licked and sucked all the way down your body, stopping to pay your nipples extra attention.

When he reached the band of your panties he licked across your waist and nipped at your hips causing you to let out breathy little moans. He placed a kiss on each of your hip bones before placing one right on the top of your mound, looking up at you with those fucking eyes.

“Mmm baby, I can smell you.” He groaned as he breathed in your scent, flicking his tongue out to run it along your cloth covered slit, adding extra pressure to your clit. He wraps his lips around your bud, swirling his tongue, and even with the small barrier between you it still makes you see stars. He licks all around your cunt, soaking your already wet underwear as he laps at it. Finally he brings his finger to your panties to move them to the side and you barely even have time to process before he’s shoving his tongue as deep as it can go inside of you. Your back arches off the bed as you cry out.

“Oh f-fuck! Yes Eddie fuck!” Your hands come down and tangle into his hair, tugging it and causing him to groan into your pussy, the vibrations going through you like a shockwave.

His tongue came back up your bud, rotating between rough and soft flicks. His pointer and ring finger circle your hole before he inserts them both fully without resistance. He pumps them in and out of you, the room filled with the sounds of your moans and wetness as he laps at you. He sucks harder on your clit just as he curls his fingers just right and you see stars. Your grip on his hair tightened as your hips rocked against his face, his name on your lips like a prayer, riding out your high until it becomes too much and you’re pushing his head off of you.

He looks up at you with your jucies still running down his chin and fucking smiles.

“Sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.”

“Yeah? And have you tasted a lot of pussys, Mr. Munson?” You tease.

“I mean-“ Suddenly his face flushes red and that shy nervous boy from earlier was back “Not… that many, a few. I’m no lady killer or anything I mean you know this town is I-“

You grab his face in both of your hands and place a soft kiss on his lips.

“Honey, I was just teasing, I don’t care how many girls you’ve been with, I wouldn't even care if you hadn’t been with any.”

You smiled at him sweetly, pushing his bangs off his forehead and he smiled back, kissing you deeply. There was something so comforting about you to him, he felt like he could truly be himself with you and he’s not sure he’s felt that when he was with a woman ever.

You sit up and push him down by his shoulders, swinging your leg over to straddle him. Your underwear were still pushed to the side, your slick pussy lips were nestled on either side of his shaft as you slid back and forth on him with ease.

“I can’t wait to feel this pretty cock splitting me open.” You leaned forward and slid your fingers in the band of your underwear to take them off but Eddie’s hands came down on yours, stopping you.

“Can you keep them on?” His eyes were pleading, his lips pouty.

“Anything for you, sweet boy. You really like these huh?” You giggled.

“The whole cute pink panties and socks underneath the black leather thing is really doing it for me, if you couldn’t tell.” He bit his lip, running his hands down your sides before bringing them to your tits to squeeze them roughly.

You giggled as you rose up to your knees, taking him in your hand so you could line him up with your entrance and sink down on him slowly. Once your hips were flush against his you both moaned loudly.

“Fuck, so big, filling me up so good Eds.” You rocked back and forth slightly, just adjusting to the feeling of him so deep inside you. Once you felt adjusted you rose almost all the way off his cock before slamming back down on it causing him to jerk forward and moan out your name.

“Holy fuckin shit, your pussy is suckin me in so good holy fu-fuck, ridin me s-so good baby.” And you were, you were riding him like your life depended on it. “Bouncin on my cock just like those little bunnies on your panties, is that what you are? A lil bunny?”

That snapped something inside you, it was like he said the magic words and nothing else mattered in that moment besides riding his cock, being his little bunny.

You were on your heels now, using his shoulders for leverage as you bounced on his cock. Rotating and rolling your hips, the patch of curly brown hair at his base rubbing against your clit just right.

Eddie was in Heaven, he wanted to throw his head back and shut his eyes but he couldn’t tear them off of you. You were bouncing on his cock like a rabbit in heat. A layer of sweat glistened on your body, your hair a mess, there was a bit of drool dripping down your chin and your pussy was swallowing him hole over and over again, you were so wet he could see a milky white ring of your cum on his cock. He was going to cum soon but he absolutely needed you to before he did.

His grip on your hips tightened causing your movements to halt, but before you could even protest he was fucking up into you hard and fast.

“Oh fuuuuck yes, just like that baby, right fuckin there don’t fuckin stop I’m so close.” That’s all Eddie needed to hear, he brought one of his thumbs down to your slick clit and started rubbing fast circles on it while he continued to fuck up into you at a brutal pace.

“Shit, me too bunny, I’m gonna cum. Where do you want it?”

“Inside! Inside please Eddie I want you to fill me up.”

“Oh godddd” He let out a guttural groan, throwing his head back while he pumped his cum deep inside of you. The feeling sent you over the edge, coming undone on his cock while he continued to sloppily fuck you both through your highs.

You sighed, and exhaustedly let your body slump over Eddie’s while you both tried to catch your breath.

“Holy. Shit. That was… wow” he chuckled, running his hands up and down your back.

“Yeah, it really was.” You giggled as you rolled off of him, laying on your side next to him and resting your chin on his chest to look up at him. He was so pretty, his hair disheveled, his skin flushed and decorated in your nail marks, his lips swollen with your kisses. He smiled at you sweetly, shifting around so he could hold you better, he finally got a glimpse of your room.

He didn’t even really look at it when you walked it, he obviously noticed that you had a black open canopy on your four post bed but what he didn’t notice was the cute stuffed animals that were sitting by your black silk pillows, or the cool ass horror movie posters on the walls that contrasted that completely. You noticed him looking around, his eyes filled with awe, like he was genuinely interested in your world and it warmed your heart.

“I like your room, you really have this whole creepy cute thing down to a science don’t you?” He smiled at you, cradling your jaw in his hand and you leaned into it.

“Mhm, I guess I do.” You returned his smile with your own sleepy one, yawning. “You wanna stay the night? You don’t have to if you don’t want to but-“

“I want to.” Eddie cut you off, it was his turn to reassure you. You had seemed so sure of yourself all night but when it came down to if he was going to leave or not he could tell it made you nervous, like maybe people didn’t usually want to stay with you after and that broke him a little. Who wouldn’t want to stay with you? You’re perfect. To him at least. “I want to stay, and I want to take you to breakfast in the morning. I also would really like to take you on a proper date, if that’s something you’d want to do.”

Your heart swelled, because you did want that, more than he knew.

“I’d love that actually.”

“Good.”

“Good.”

You both giggled and kissed each other sweetly, whispering jokes and sweet nothings into each others ears until sleep peacefully took over.

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okay to complete the trilogy

here’s how jj fucks

okay so we all know jj is an energetic person, and this only escalates in bed.

he has ridiculous stamina and an even more ridiculous refractory period. he will dump three loads and still be up for more.

he also does not gaf if it gets messy.

he loves to feel in control, I mentioned this with rafe but for him it’s slightly different. he’s much less mean about it. Rafe sees it as a power trip whereas jj sees it as like “helping” in a way.

for me specifically sometimes I just need to turn my brain off and that’s exactly where sex with jj comes in best.

he’s not soothing like John b is, he just does not stop. and that fucking works.

he also very much knows what he likes, and will always make sure he gets that, but he’s also realllyyy good at making sure the pleasure is mutual.

he never had an off day when it comes to giving pleasure, he may but a dumb fuck, but he does know how a girls (and a guys I can’t even lie to you) body works.

he loves giving backshots! if he could choose one sex position for the rest of his life it would be having me face down ass up.

he goes fast and hard, and he’s a grunter. Always with the little punched out “uh, uh, uh”’s and it’s so so hottttt.

skin slapping and bedpost banging are the primary sounds heard other than disgustingly shameless moaning.

jj is a shameless moaner and he made me one too the little cunt.

if I’m not loud enough for his liking or if I’m tryna quiet myself down he will dirty talk the noises out of me.

he genuinely said “lemme hear those pretty noises mama, yeahhhh that’s it.” And I’m never. ever recovering.

he’s not into any kinks that involve deliberate injury for pleasure. like slapping or choking, stuff like that he hates in bed. simply because his at home life is quite unstable and he just can’t imagine ever doing that to someone he loves cause he knows how it feels. even if it’s consensual on the receiving side he just absolutely cannot bring himself to do it. As a very open and experimenting person in bed, choking, slapping anything of that type of action he absolutely refuses and honestly I get that. He also refuses any type of noncon.

however he can spank. though only EVER does it when he’s really mad or riled up, and even then he is so so so attentive. always checking in after every hit just to make sure it’s not becoming too much.

he is also very adamant about safe words. always having a safe word and action and always checking through them and agreeing on them before we do anything that involves deliberate injury or just anything particularly rough in general.

also makes sure to give very good aftercare after spanking or a particularly rough night. LOTS of kisses and praise cause he would absolutely eat away at himself if he thought I was feeling neglected or bad about myself cause of something he’d done. especially in a setting as vulnerable as that.

and he’s also very good and communication which surprised me. again he’s very adamant about never hurting the people he loves, especially with the way he grew up. if I’ve suggested something he doesn’t want to do for that reason he’s very good at voicing it and honestly I’m glad bc I would never want to make him uncomfortable.

he’s also v open about sex, and is always totally there to talk about it or hear new suggestions or anything that I need to talk about he will.

he is very into butt stuff!!! I am his anal princess I cannot even begin to lie to u. he definitely has not bought me as many butt plugs but you bet I’m gettin a nice one he saved up for every Valentine’s Day cause he’s jst a lover boy to his core <33 and butt stuff <333

he’s mostly into giving praise but sometimes if he’s particularly wound up a little bit of degradation is sprinkled in. again is very thorough with aftercare after the fact of these situations.

he’s also such a munch. like the munchiest munch in munchland. he owns a t-shirt that says “I ❤️ eating pussy” and wears it on a regular.

he knows just how to work a pussy with his mouth and its IMMACULATE!!! he can also eat ass too omg.

he lovesss using toys. most guys see toys as a competition, but not jj. this man knows what’s up. he has a whole ass collection of random ass toys laying around and somehow at some point they all get used.

his fav combination when I’m tired is being four fingers knuckles deep in me with a vibrator to my clit and ohmygollygoshgoodness. deceased.

he’s really into tired / sleepy sex too. though he’d never do anything sexual while I was asleep because as previously stated, this man does not do any type of noncon.

but like I say if one of us wakes up in the middle of the night then it’s sleepy, sloppy, tired messy sex and ughh <333

he also loves cockwarming mmh. well put a movie on and I’ll jst sit on his cock and it’s sooo..

loves being sucked off <3 and he has such a pretty dick too. uncut but he actually likes to shave around there. such a perfect pink tip like I can’t even it’s the prettiest thing. can taste putrid though if I’m not careful.

he likes to have his balls played with / sucked on.

and PISS KINK!!! omg he’s jst gross ab it it’s so hot. makes me grind on his thing when I need to piss just to make me lose control and :(((

also on another note he does not gaf if I’m on my period. a true soldier is not afraid to get his sword bloody (I saw someone else on their blog say this and have honestly just adopted the phrase cause it makes me giggle)

I think this is everything but I’m literally so tired right now, if there’s anything I’ve forgotten I’ll js put it in a different ask <3

- rafe shifter

i’m posting this rn cuz everyone wants it !! i don’t have time to individually respond but trust i WILL add onto this post later with my own thoughts. ty anon for sending this in and taking time to explain every detail <3 !!

#asks.ᐟ ⋆｡˚𖦹 #;rafe shifter #;prompts #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank x reader smut #jj maybank smut #jj maybank imagine

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The Chain being Down Bad🐕‍🦺™️ for Your Voice lol (Masc!Reader)

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@peepthatbish once again, our lovely muse peep (name twins!!) Has come to bless me, and hopefully i did that gorgeous idea justice, and dw im not done writing them all out yet :)

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Sun: Masculine Reader (he/him)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: a dash of everybody <3

(except rare ones like Fierce/Koridai/Courage/Sage/etc.)

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Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: fluff & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if i missed any. /gen

Ok but like

Ur voice is absolutely iconic to them

(Like the fairy fountain theme or the appearance of the Master sword, its unimaginable to them for your to not sound like that)

And its not only the heroes of Hyrule, but anyone else who could hear you

Well it helps that it used to be ur only sort of external sign of presence to outsiders

(the Links could also somewhat "feel" you in their own chests sometimes, like when u were stressed over a boss, or sad over a cutscene)

The only others who usually hear you are mostly things like the Great Fairies, the Deku Tree, other weird ass beings that know way too much (Fierce Deity)

So needless to say, when u first crash landed thru a portal into Wild's Hyrule (ur latest Zelda game you've played u guess thats why)

And the Chain had seen u in the distance, met up with you to try and help what they thought was some poor guy who accidentally fell thru Hylia's portals

But as they heard u stutter thru an introduction, instead they knew immediately it was you

Sky and Twi seriously teared up, Hyrule/Wild/Four/Wind all attacked you with a hug and excited shrieking, Legend and Wars were just gaping in shock, and Time was just staring at you

It took you a minute to pinpoint who was from what game, but as soon as you figured it out u literally jaw dropped at Time/Wild/Twi/etc.

(The ones that look different from their in game model or way better irl than graphics could ever capture)

U also may have screamed. A very manly scream. Not high pitched at all. You didnt make Legend cover his ears or the four that tackled u scramble off in fear, what- haha

(U cant blame urself, u were in literal shock, bc that's ALL the LINKS??!! Like u needed a shock blanket like rescue/ambulances gives ppl)

After calming down, it wasnt even an outright discussion or decision u could rlly choose,

They were basically kidnapping u along for the ride, also u were there for them (in pretty voice alone but still) for all their adventures,

So u even suggesting leaving u behind bc u couldnt keep up as well as them had them looking at you like they never even considered it

(And also making them individually go thru the 5 stages of grief: 😨😟😡😭🥺🙏🙏 they were all outright begging u, in their own ways, deadass by the end of it)

So as u travel, you get to understand the full impact of Your Voice, or the Guide's Voice™️.

If anyone has a nightmare, what would normally take another hero poking them with a stick and dodging the reflex punch, or them waking up unable to go back to sleep after having the nightmare, etc.

U quickly realized only took you talking to comfort them, with no reflex punch when they woke up, if they woke up, sometimes u were so good at it the nightmare just cleared ended according to their face

In your first battle against the shadow, along with lots of black-blooded monsters, u realized how much more confidently every Link fought as soon as you were speaking from behind them

They got even better and less stressed abt fighting when u managed to crack a few jokes or go toe to toe verbally with the Shadow lol

Legend outright guffawed when you pulled a dumb "sigh... well i guess... maybe... ur mom." joke in response to his villain monologue, like wiping a tear and everything, saying "u used to say that all the time after dumb long evil speeches, its a fucking classic" 💀

Literally will have them asking you to make more jokes bc it makes them feel better in tense situations/battles (most to least frequently: Sky, Wild, Hyrule, Wind, Twi, Time, Wars, Legend, Four) but they love it equally

Okay but,

U have Definitely. Sent chills down their spines when u get into lower ranges lol

U dont understand why everyone needs to talk to you so bad first thing in the morning,

or alternatively why they keep wanting you to go on a rant abt ur fav book/tv show/thing either???

U are always the last for story time at the campfire every night, and unlike the others, they refuse to let you take a night off, u have to say smth every night??

It amazes u they like ur voice so much, huh, Wild/Twi/Wars/Four/Hyrule must all be getting a little too close to the fire, theyre faces are looking a little red/pink

(Legend and Time just look rlly pleased/happy to be here, they only ever look a little overheated when u specifically look at them while ur talking/or tell a story abt them, and they usually are always the ones asking u another question to prompt u to keep going forever)

Wars may or may not have a life changing moment he told u abt ur voice on his adventures where Cia was like, "Ah Link... let me get a good look at you..."

Link: 😰🤢🥲

You: "... and girl, I am only looking at your tiddies right now."

If Wars had smth to drink right then he wouldve spit-taked.

It was like the one time he was caught so genuinely off-guard, and u just made him suddenly feel 10x more comfortable facing her, he literally couldnt keep his knight trained composure together, he had to lean on his knees he was crying with laughter

That was the first Cia heard of you too and she literally audibly gasped lmao

It was like all of a sudden Wars and Cia had been in on a joke no one else could hear around them (Shiek/Zelda is confused to this day by that)

And there are countless moments like this from each of their adventures where u did this, u cant help but feel mildly embarassed when u hear it at first

But then seeing how much ur voice and comments meant to them and how happy it made them u can help but want to talk more and more and more

Youve never felt more comfortable talking to this many people in ur entire life,

Bc u can literally see their elf ears twitching cutely when they pick up ur voice

BEST BELIEEEVVEEEE

u arent getting out of singing to them.

Yeah, sorry, theyve heard u sing ur fav songs while gaming too many times, they need to hear u sing irl, Now.

Most of them ignore or sort of passively enjoy bards/musicians on their journeys, but as soon as u so much as hum-

Its like they're all clambering to get closer to hear u, but also not make u aware thats what theyre doing, so they end up just:

Four/Legend/Hyrule trying to hide behind various (upside down) books, behind plants that're not that bushy, or one memorable time, when u sang "Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy" quietly to urself, a bard's tune got close and reminded u of it,

and Four fully threw his hammer on his toes bc he was so shocked/lovestruck, he completely missed the anvil and just threw it at the ground/his feet LMAO

Time and Wars, cheeky strategists they are, immediately fall back behind u wherever u are, so u cant see them, but they can still hear u lol

(Theyre the only ones youve not caught actively listening/straining to come closer to hear u... bc theyre behind u lol)

Wild/Sky/Twi all fully whip their heads around fast enough to crack it, then clumsily try to recover so u wont stop

Wild/Sky just fully accidentally like fall into lakes/ponds trying to stay just out of range or even (they both tried it once, and never again after u got onto them) got on a rooftop

And fell. When u got quieter they tried to get closer and- yep.

(Idiots were fine and smiling when u came to check on them)

Twilight.

Twilight's the worst ngl.

Just fully stares in awe at you until u stop out of embarassment, and has had the audacity multiple times to pop up as Wolfie and just happily listen like you havent also been thru the adventure that literally made him a werewolf

Wind is a cutie, he always joins in, esp when he recognizes the song, and since they can somehow remember the songs u sang while gaming, it will never not be a core memory for you to sing "Drunken Sailor" back to back with "I LOVE YOU HOE" by ODETARI (ft.9lives)

with Wind Waker Link.

You nearly died when you heard him singing the chorus, like literally right after drunken sailor 💀

(Its catchy u got it stuck in ur head from tiktok audios)

(Wind absolutely makes fun of the others for being in love with ur voice, like he'll trick u into ranting abt smth late at night when ur voice is husky or ur just low energy atm, and then from behind you just mouth at the rest of them, sitting looking up at you like ur an angel,

G A Y Y Y Y 🫵🫵🫵 )

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Sorry to anyone whose sent in stuff to my mailbox! I promise ill answer u tomorrow!!

Im acc running another blog for a diff fandom and i got busy today :/

BUT THANK U SM AND I LOVE YOU TO ANYONE WHO SENT STUFF IN !! <3333

Like, i would write a fic for u tysm for showing me ur interest bc it feels like tumbleweeds are blowing thru LU fandom when i check the tags 💀

Which isnt awful! I just like hearing feedback from ppl or just talking abt LU and stuff :)

Peace out,

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You Keep Me Hangin' On - Steve Harrington

A/N: sooo, apparently it worked 😂😂😂 thank you to everyone who voted, I might keep this up since it helps me focus on a specific story😊 I mixed three different requests here so I really hope it makes sense, this one is mostly angsty but I am planning on a part two, so let me know what you think  

Requests - dawninparis​ asked: is this how you request something? i don’t know i’m a bit new to all this 😳 anyway i saw you were accepting st request so i was thinking maybe steve and reader are in an established relationship but with all the stuff happening in s4 and reader not being aware of all the supernatural stuff she gets jealous of all the time he spends with nancy and the fact he is hiding everything from you just to protect you and just basically a lot of angst (bc i like to suffer) and ending however u like even tho my heart is easily broken with sad endings 

- Anonymous asked: I would like to request a Steve story that takes place in season 4 where him and reader are dating already. Reader has noticed how awkward he has been around Nancy and vice versa. How they’ve been talking a lot more (good thing Eddie was there to keep them company😉). [full request here]  

- Anonymous asked: Hello babes, I'm not sure if you want to write this but may I request for a Steve Harrington angst to fluff fic? Haha! I just want to torture myself again with all these angsty stories. Somewhere around, reader is pining for steve and thought that she have a chance with steve but the latter thought that maybe he's still not over nancy. Reader felt hurt / embarassed by this and decided to date someone else, when she did steve realizes that she's the one that his heart has been longing for the whole time and not nancy. Thanks

Warnings: pretty angsty and Steve is kind of an asshole but also a jealous asshole xD and Jason (he deserves his own warning) let me know if I missed anything 

Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things :) gif isn’t mine :D  

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You Keep Me Hangin’ On

Set me free why don't you, babe Get out my life why don't you, babe 'Cause you don't really love me You just keep me hangin' on

You had known for a long time now. You had just, for some reason, held on to a stupid little hope that kept you hanging to this stupid little crush. Although it wasn't that little. And that voice in your head that kept you hanging sounded an awful lot like Robin insisting that Steve felt the same way you did.

You tried to believe her. You really did. Steve was very caring and affectionate towards you. You remembered the first time you drove him home, drunk, and he asked you to stay with him. And you did. And he said it felt nice to not wake up alone. And then, it became a natural thing between the two of you. He would call you whenever he needed you. And you would call him whenever you needed him. And he showed up. He always showed up. Which made you believe Robin when she said he felt the same way you did. But neither of you spoke about it. You hugged. You kissed. You did more than kiss. You couldn't imagine your life without him. But you weren't entirely sure if he could do the same. You feared that he could. He could live without you.

And right now, it was more evident than ever. You instantly dove into the water when he was pulled back into the lake. You pulled the bats off him and fought them with whatever you could find before Nancy, Robin, and Eddie also appeared to help. You were about to help him stop the bleeding right before Nancy ripped off the bottom of her blouse and started patching him up. And you saw it. You saw the way Steve looked at her.

"You're bleeding" you were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard Eddie by your side.

"Huh?" you asked, confused.

"Your arm" he pointed out. "It's bleeding" he repeated and you looked down to see that he was right. You hadn't even noticed. You were bleeding. Badly.

"Holy shit!" you panicked a little, not really knowing what to do.

"Here" he said, gently grabbing your hand and taking the black bandana out of his back pocket.

"Oh, I don't want to stain your bandana. I know that's your favorite one" you told him, not really noticing the smile that appeared on his face when you did.

"Don't be ridiculous, princess. It's just a piece of fabric" he insisted, grabbing your hand and cleaning your wound gently. You lifted your head from your arm to watch Eddie as he worked on tightening his bandana around you. You found yourself smiling a little at how careful he was being. He did not seem like the loud, careless guy you always saw in school. "How's that? Is it too tight?" he asked, worriedly.

"N-no. That's perfect" you smiled. "Thank you, Eddie" you told him.

"You know, it was pretty badass, w-what you did" he chuckled.

"It was?" you asked, feeling a little nervous for some reason. You never really thought of yourself as badass enough to get that credit from Eddie Munson, who you considered to be one of the most badass people you knew.

"Yeah, I mean, jumping in the lake and fighting those bats. That was metal, princess" he smirked.

"You also jumped in the lake and fought those bats, Eddie" you reminded him.

"Yeah, but after all of you ladies did" he insisted.

"Well, you still did" you told him. "And that says a lot" you smiled.

"So, uh" Eddie cleared his throat, pulling away from you a little. "This place is like Hawkins, but with monsters and nasty shit?"

"Yeah, pretty much" you nodded.

"Wait, watch out for the vines" Nancy said as Robin started walking around. "It's all a hive mind" she explained.

"It's all a what?" Robin asked.

"All the creepy crawlies around here" you told her. "They're, like, one or something" you told her. "Step on a vine, you're stepping on a bat" you instructed. "You're stepping on Vecna" you finished.

"Shit" Eddie said, next to you.

"But everything from our world is still here, right? Except people?" Robin asked.

"As far as I understand it, yeah" Steve said.

"So, theoretically, we could go to the police station and steal guns and grenades and whatever we need to blow up those bat things that are guarding the gate" Robin suggested.

"I highly doubt the Hawkins PD has grenades, Robin" you told her. "But guns, yeah, sure."

"Well, we don't have to go all the way downtown for guns" Nancy added and everyone looked at her. "I have guns in my bedroom" she shrugged.

"You, Nancy Wheeler" Eddie started. "...have guns, plural, in your bedroom?"

"Full of surprises, isn't she?" Robin asked, excitedly.

"A Russian Makarov and a revolver" Nancy explained.

"Yeah, you almost shot me with that one" Steve said.

"You almost deserved it" Nancy smirked back at him.

You tried to hide your upset expression but Eddie seemed to notice before he threw his jean vest at Steve and he glared back at him a little.

"For your modesty, dude" he said, making Steve roll his eyes before putting it on.

"Hey, are you okay?" Steve asked, walking closer to you.

"I'm fine" you said with a firm smile.

"Did you hurt yourself?" he questioned, looking at your arm.

"Yeah, but don't worry. Eddie fixed it" you told him.

"Oh" Steve said, not entirely loving that part. "O-okay" he sighed.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just a scratch" he said, trying to make you laugh.

You barely smiled before you followed Eddie and Robin who were climbing on trees and rocks, careful not to step on the vines. When Robin accidentally stepped on a vine, the five of you felt the Earth moving under you when an earthquake happened. Your instinct almost made you run to Steve, but you saw he quickly grabbed Nancy, who was closer to him, and he pulled her to his side. You couldn't even register the whole thing before you felt two arms grabbing you and making you fall to the ground with him as you felt Eddie's arms tighten around you.

"Holy shit!" you heard Robin, not so far from you.

"So guns seem like a pretty good idea to me" Eddie said.

"Yeah, me too" you said, feeling your cheeks burn a little at how close you were to the metalhead and not noticing a pair of eyes glaring your way. "Uh- um" you cleared your throat. "Thanks" you smiled shyly.

"Don't mention it, princess" he said, helping you up.

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As the five of you walked to the Wheeler's house, Steve could barely register what Nancy was telling him. His eyes were glued to Robin, you, and Eddie walking ahead of them. Specifically between you and Eddie Munson. He noticed he was trying to make you laugh because he could see the worried look on your face. And the worst part was that he was succeeding. He didn't like the feeling he got whenever you laughed at something Eddie Munson said. He didn't like that you had his bandana on your arm. He didn't like that he was walking a little too close to you and the worst part was when he saw his hand trying to reach for yours.

"Uh, yeah, Nance, hold on a second" he said, not even trying to understand what she was talking about as he ran over to the trio in front of him.

"Hey, Eddie" Steve said, catching up with you. "Uh, could I... talk to you?" he asked, making Eddie look at you a little confused. You simply shrugged and Robin pulled you away to go join Nancy instead, leaving the two boys behind.

"What's up, Harrington?"

"Hey, man. Uh... Listen, I just, uh... I just want to say thanks. For saving my ass back there" he smiled.

"Shit. You saved your own ass, man" Eddie told him. "I mean, that was a real Ozzy move you pulled back there!"

"Ozzy?"

"When you took a bite out of that bat. Ozzy Osbourne? Black Sabbath? He bit a bat's head off onstage" he explained as Steve looked at him confused.

"I don't-"

"You know? Doesn't matter" he shrugged. "It's very metal, what you did. That's all I'm saying" he told him.

"Thanks" Steve smiled.

"Henderson told me you were a badass. Insisted on the matter, in fact" he explained.

"Henderson said that?"

"Oh yeah" Eddie nodded.

"Shit!"

"Kid worships you, dude. Like, you have no idea. It's kinda annoying, to be honest" he mocked Steve. "I don't even know why I care what that little shrimp thinks, but, uh, guess I got a little jealous, Steve" he smirked. "I guess I couldn't accept the fact that Steve Harrington was actually a good dude. Rich parents, popular, chicks love him. Not a douche? No way, man. No way" he chuckled. "That, like, flies in the face of all the laws in the universe and my own personal Munson doctrine" he explained, making Steve laugh and roll his eyes a little. "Still super jealous as hell, by the way. Which is why I would never have jumped in that lake to save your ass. Not under any, uh... normal circumstances. Nope. Outside of D&D, I am no hero. I see danger and I just turn heel and run. Or at least that's what I've learned about myself this week" he muttered the last part.

"Give yourself a break, man" Steve insisted.

"See? The only reason I came in here was 'cause those ladies came in straight after you. Now, I was too ashamed to be the one who stayed behind" he explained. "But, your girl, right there" Eddie said, pointing at you, walking ahead of them. "She didn't waste a second. Not one second. She just dove right in" he told Steve as they stopped walking for a moment and Steve looked at you while you walked with Robin. "Now, I don't know what's going on or what happened between you two, but if I were you, I would not take her for granted, man. 'Cause that was as unambiguous a sign of true love as these cynical eyes have ever seen" he told her. "And if you let her go, someone else might not be so stupid" he informed him.

"Are you talking about... someone in specific?" Steve asked, glaring a little at him.

"Maybe" Eddie shrugged, patting his back. "I'm just saying, Harrington. Don't be the douche I always thought you were" he said before he walked away from Steve.

As soon as you all got to Nancy's place, she, Robin, and Eddie started making their way upstairs. You were about to follow them when Steve gently pulled you back.

"Hey" Steve said, smiling nervously at you, a few steps down. "Uh- I just... um, I wanted to ask if uh-" he said, running a hand through his hair as he always did when he was nervous. "If w-we're okay? I mean, are you- uh are you feeling okay?"

"Are you?" you asked, a little confused.

"No- yeah, uh I'm fine" he sighed. "I just wanted to check if you were also... fine?"

"I'm fine" you said with a firm smile before you turned around and you tried going upstairs but Steve stopped you again.

"It's just um... you got hurt" he said, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb as he looked at the bandana wrapped around your arm.

"So did you" you told him. "And I think yours is... much worse" you said, looking at Nancy's blouse wrapped around him.

"No, it's fine" he insisted.

"Great. So, you're fine. I'm fine. We're both..." you sighed. "Just fine" you said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, frowning.

"Uh- nothing" you quickly said. "We should... get up there-"

"No, what did you mean by that?"

"Steve, this isn't the time or the place-"

"But you're upset!"

"No, I'm not, I just told you, everything is fine!" you insisted.

"Really? So, if everything is fine, why are you spending so much time with Munson?" Steve asked, accusingly.

"Ohh, you noticed that? I figured you'd be too busy with Nancy to even pay attention to anyone else!" you replied.

"Wait, is that what this is about?"

"No! I didn't mean to ugh-! Just... forget about it, okay? We have bigger things to-"

"Shhh!" he shushed you, holding up his finger.

"Um, excuse me?"

"Did you hear that?" he asked, looking the other way and walking away from you.

"Hear what?"

"Henderson!" he said, walking around the empty room.

"Well, it finally happened. He snapped" you muttered under your breath.

"HENDERSON!"

"What's going on?" Nancy asked, walking over to you with Robin, and Eddie.

"I don't know. He thinks he can hear Dustin-"

"I don't think! I can hear him! HENDERSON!"

And then, you heard it.

"Oh, my God! DUSTIN!"

"There has to be a way for them to hear us!" Eddie insisted as the five of you tried to look around the room.

"Wasn't there a way that Will communicated with Joyce when he was here?" Steve asked you, pointing his flashlight at the light in the middle of the living room.

"THE LIGHTS!"

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"You sure you're okay?"

"Yes, Robin, for the fifteenth time, I'm okay" you replied as you two tried to grab anything you could use at the War Zone.

"It's just that you and Steve have barely spoken since-"

"Since he decided to stay back at the UpsideDown because Nancy was cursed by Vecna and he now refuses to leave her side?" you snapped a little. "Sorry" you sighed. "There's just... a lot going on right now" you told her.

"I know that, but... well, you and Eddie on the other hand-"

"What?" you asked, confused.

"Come on, you can't tell me that there's nothing there-" she chuckled.

"There's literally nothing there" you laughed. "I don't think Eddie likes me that way" you rolled your eyes.

"Do you like him that way?" she asked, curiously.

"N-no" you said, nervously. "I don't know. Like I said, there's too much going on right now. And Eddie has been nice to me. He's always nice to me and... I don't know this isn't the time to focus on stupid guys, okay?"

"Love, it's never the time to focus on stupid boys" she laughed, making you laugh a little too but she quickly stopped when she spotted Vickie on the other side of the War Zone with her boyfriend.

"Rob" you said, feeling sorry and placing your hand on her arm.

"Have you ever felt like someone just ripped out your heart?" she asked, looking back at you.

You smiled sadly at her and then looked past her. "Yeah, I... have an idea" you said silently and she followed your stare to see Steve laughing with Nancy at something she had said. "Aw, well that's fun for me" you smiled, sarcastically. "I'm gonna go over there, okay?" you quickly said, walking away from Robin as she rolled her eyes and walked over to Steve, punching his arm.

"Ouch! What the hell, Buckley?!"

"Well, I wouldn't expect to find you here" you turned around hearing that dreadful voice.

"J-Jason" you said, nervously. "Yeah, well, it's just... scary times" you smiled. "Uh- I'm... sorry about Chrissy" you told him.

"Want my advice?" he asked, getting closer to you. "Shotguns are not good for much of anything past killing small birds" he said. "I mean, they got power, sure, but not much range" he said, as you stepped backwards, creating space between the two of you but he got even closer. "And that's just gonna force you into close-range combat, then someone can just grab that barrel like this..." he said, grabbing the weapon from you. "...and redirect it" he said, smiling, making you feel uneasy. "Well, you look nervous" he chuckled.

"Uh -like I said" you tried to smile. "Scary times" you told him. "Could you let go, please?"

"Sorry?"

"She said 'let go'" you heard Steve behind you and you let out a sigh of relief.

"Harrington" he said, letting go of the gun. "Didn't see you there" he said, stepping away.

"Well, now you do so..." Steve said, nodding his head so he would take the hint.

"Lovely seeing you" Jason said, before turning to look back at you.

"Hey, you okay-?"

"We need to go, now" you said, grabbing his hand.

"But-"

"But nothing" you said, pulling him with you. "Eddie's outside" you whispered.

"Right" Steve muttered a bit upset. Munson.

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"Hey" you were snapped out of your thoughts when Eddie sat down on the grass, next to you.

"Hi" you smiled.

"So... I guess this is a dumb question but... how are you feeling?"

"Funny, I was just going to ask you the same thing" you smiled.

"Me? I'm having the time of my life, princess. Are you kidding me? We're about to go to the UpsideDown and fight for our lives, really... it's where I pictured my life at this point, he chuckled, making you laugh a little.

"You know, you don't have to do this, Eddie" you insisted.

"Are you trying to rob me of my hero arc, princess?" he said, making you laugh, which you didn't know how was possible with how anxious you were feeling. "I was just going to tell you the same thing" he told you.

"It's just... you've been through a lot in like... what, 48 hours?"

"Yeah, it's been intense but... well, you being here kinda makes it better" he admitted.

"It does?" you asked, feeling your cheeks burn.

"Yeah" he insisted. "I mean, if... it were up to me, I wouldn't want the situation of us hanging out to be in a creepy world fighting this... monster but... I guess it's pretty badass" he chuckled.

"Well, if it involves you I would assume it would have to be badass" you smiled, making him blush a little. "So... if it were up to you... what would the situation be? U-us hanging out?"

"Well- uh-"

"Hey, Munson!" Steve said, suddenly appearing and interrupting the two of you. "Um... Henderson's asking for you" he said.

"Um- sure" Eddie said, looking back at you. "Sorry, princess. Raincheck?"

"Sure" you smiled as he got up and he helped you up too. "See you in a bit" you told him before Steve replaced his place.

"What was that?"

"What was what?" you asked, confused.

"You and Munson?"

"We were just talking" you shrugged.

"Is there something going on between the two of you?"

"What? What are you talking about, Steve?"

"I just find it interesting that every time I look at you he just happens to be there" he said, glaring at you a little.

"Well, maybe we were just talking about our part of the plan, since you made me stay back with him and Dustin!"

"I knew you were upset about that! Nancy and I just decided this was the best way to make the teams!"

"Oh, what a lovely coincidence that you get to go with Nancy!"

"And Robin!" he added. "Why does that make you so upset? Because you don't get to come and physically kill Vecna with us? I need you to stay back with Eddie and Dustin!"

"Why? Because you don't trust me as much as Nancy!? You don't-" you stopped yourself before you could say 'You don't love me as much as you love Nancy'.

"Nancy knows what she's doing!"

"Oh, and I don't? We were all down there, Steve! And in case you didn't notice, I was the first one to jump when you were dragged back into that lake! Not Nancy! I am just as capable as she is-!"

"I didn't say you weren't but I just..." he sighed, running a hand through his hair, frustrated. "I need you to stay back with Dustin and Eddie okay?"

"Fine!" you said, reluctantly. "I can't do this anymore Steve" you sighed.

"Sweetheart, I know it'll be hard, but we have this plan and-"

"No, not that! This!" you said pointing at him and yourself. "I am tired of just being your option when Nancy is not around!"

"That's not true and this isn't the time to-"

"Right... it's never the time" you sighed.

"Well, not when we're about to go face Vecna in the fucking UpsideDown!"

"You're going to face Vecna with Nancy and Robin! I'm staying back with Eddie and Dustin!"

"That's not how it is!"

"Yes, it is! That's the plan that you two came up with! Together!"

"Look, what do you want from me? It made more sense this way!"

"Just admit that you still have feelings for Nancy and be done with it so I can just... I don't know, move on!"

"M-move on? From us?"

"There is no us, Steve! Is there?"

"Why would you say that?"

"I don't know, Steve! I'm tired! I'm tired and I can't do this anymore! It's not fair!"

"Ugh! I'm not trying to make you feel like this on purpose! I don't have feelings for Nancy, okay? Why does everyone think that I still have feelings for Nancy?"

"Oh, really? Everyone thinks so? So, I'm not the only one then!" you said, feeling your heart starting to break.

"No! I didn't mean it like that! Nancy is my friend! Okay! That is it! I care about her and I don't want her to die!"

"Nobody wants her to die, Steve! But you keep following her around like a lost puppy-!"

"How would you even know since you decided to stay with Munson every chance you get?! I can't believe you're being this dramatic over Nancy. SHE'S MY FRIEND!" he snapped. "Look, I don't want to fight with you, we are all on edge, and... I just... I need to do this, and I need you to stay with Dustin and Munson!"

"I don't want to fight with you either, Steve, and I know this is probably the worst possible time, I just-"

"Hey, guys!" Dustin shouted, interrupting you. "Time to go!"

Steve sighed, tiredly and looked back at you, not really knowing what else to say, so you did.

"You know what? You're right, we have more important things to deal with right now" you smiled with tears in your eyes and you placed your hand on his arm. You were about to follow Dustin but Steve pulled you back, pulling your hand.

"Listen, I care about Nancy, yes. Of course, I do. But, I swear, she's just my friend" he told you. "And I care about you too. I do, a lot" he said, nervously. But something wasn't letting you believe him anymore.

"As a friend?" you asked, with your voice breaking a little.

"It's... complicated" he said, making your heart break into little pieces. "And I swear we'll talk about it, after this, I just-" he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

Something was telling you that he would never love you as he did Nancy. That little voice was becoming louder than Robin's telling you he loved you just as you loved him. And you felt your eyes watering. And you knew he could see it, but he didn't say anything. Because you knew time was running out and you had to follow Dustin. So you just smiled sadly at Steve and cupped his cheek with your hand.

"I love you, Steve" you whispered, having the strangest feeling in your heart that this may be the only chance you would get to tell him this, so you kissed his cheek. Like you always did and you gave him the saddest smile Steve had ever seen on someone. "And I really hope you get her back someday."

To Be Continued

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[Part 2] 

A/N: sooo, I am definitely not evil enough to just leave it there :D this is definitely going to have a part two... so let me know what you think xD (and also, who you think she should stay with) 

#stranger things #stranger things imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington oneshot

[meet-you-at-the-north-star]

Not a bad night

George Luz x reader

Summary: very short and cute little thing I wrote right after the first fic I posted on here bc I felt bad for how I treated poor George there lol <33

Word count: 599

“Hey, are you still with me?” I was so tired that George’s voice sounded like it was coming from a mile away.

He chuckled, continuing to walk carrying me in his arms towards my own house. We had been out all night drinking with some of the boys and he had never seen me quite so sleepy.

Maybe it was due to having a few more drinks than usual, or maybe I was just tired to begin with, but either way he wasn’t about to complain.

Noticing I was barely able to walk, he had offered to drive me home and as soon as I sat in the passenger seat, my eyes had fallen shut and I’d been in an out of consciousness for the whole ride. Mostly out.

But I could hear his voice now as he kept talking and cracking jokes at me to keep me awake and I could feel the warmth radiating from his body. It was cozy and nice.

“Where are the keys, doll?”

“Don’t call me that” I frowned and he laughed.

“Of course you’re awake for that”

“They’re…” I tried to point a direction but it was hard to do in the dark. “Jacket. Left pocket”

He found them pretty quickly. “I’m gonna have to put you down for a minute, but you just lean on me, okay?”

I nodded and when my feet touched the ground I encircled any part of his body that I could reach, looking for that warmth again.

The key turned in the lock, he picked me up once again, this time bridal style, and we finally went it. “Looks like we’re just married” he said with a grin.

“In your dreams, soldier”

“How can you be so cruel” He feigned outrage and distress as he started heading for the bedroom. “I thought we really had something special here…”

I opened one eye and saw the amusement written all over his face, so I gave him a light cuff: “Idiot”

“At your service, ma’am” He slowly and gently lowered me on the bed. He tucked me under the covers, but then suddenly, as he was about to walk away, I pulled him back by his jacket with one hand.

“George” I called in a whisper.

“Yeah?”

“You’re cute” I ran my hand all over his face as if to emphasize the point. “Thank you for doing this”

His heart started racing. He could tell I wasn’t joking, but I also wasn’t exactly in my right mind at the moment.

The natural consequence was panicking. “No problem, I better…” He stood up straight, taking a step back “I-I better go now”

He knew how to deal with sarcasm and digs, that was his first language, but moments of real, human connection had him completely lost.

“Please stay?” My eyes were fully open now, even exhausted as I was. I saw the confusion and hesitation in his eyes slowly leave room for hope.

“Sure thing” He took off his own jacket and very carefully laid down on the other side of the bed, facing me with an expression that looked an awful lot like awe.

I smiled at him one last time and about three seconds later I was fast asleep. He stayed up for another hour or so, not daring to move a muscle, just listening to me breathe and admiring the relaxed look on my face as I drifted off into the dream world.

Not a bad night at all, he thought.

#george luz x reader #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers #george luz #fanfic #my fics

[forestshadow-wolf]

HI

I've just seen your wip game thing and I'm asking everyone stuff because I love asking questions

Anyway

The soap vocal dysphoria thing really piqued my interest (totally can't relate) so I'm going to randomly tap my keyboard and hope these questions come out in a semi understandable form

What sort of dysphoria does he have relating to his voice? Is it all the time or is it just when he notices? Or does he compare his voice to others (eg: "Gaz has a nice voice, why don't I sound like him?" Or "Price and Ghost have such deep voices why does mine sound squeaky?" Or "my Da is scottish but noone asks him to repeat what he said")

Do the others find out about it or does he suffer in silence? Does he fight them on helping? Do they shower him in compliments and cause his face to go red because he's not used to getting compliements (maybe leading for more angst if he ends up liking his voice but then fixates on the things about him they don't compliment?) Does he end up not answering comms on a mission due to a flare up? Causing one of his teammates to get captured and making him hate his voice more? (Or it might lead to him being captured )

That is all :]

YIPPIE!! I love when people ask me about my writing! Also I'm totally projecting onto hom for this lmfao.

Idk if you've seen this snippet that I posted but anyway!! So this is gonna be soapghost (bc they're apparently the only ship I can write lol)

Ok so- what kind? It's less of one specific thing like "I wish My voice was deeper" and more of a general distaste for his own voice (and the amount that he speaks (eg. "Gaz has a nice voice, I should let him speak more." Or "shut-up, Mactavish, let Price and/or Ghost speak for once." Or "I talk so much. I bet everyone is tired of hearing me by now."))

I think yes the others do end up realizing, but definitely not for awhile. I think after the do realize he would deny that he was acting and different until he's blue in the face. But he will 100% go tomato red at any compliment, and try to redirect the conversation. I think he definitely would overthink it a bunch too (like you said), but I also think that Gaz, Price and Ghost would know him well enough to see him get in his own head about it and say something along the lines of "hey, I can see you thinking too hard about it, stop it. I like when you talk, okay?" And I don't wanna say he'd immediately believe them, but it would put a halt to the spiraling thoughts.

On missions I don't think he'd go as far as not responding on comms (mostly because I think he knows that would possibly put his team members/other people in danger), but he wouldn't banter as much, and keep all responses short and curt.

If, on a mission, he got captured for a different reason (that wasn't him not responding on comms) he would definitely use his voice to annoy his captors (eg. Talking nonstop, singing, humming, joking, ect.). Of course when he does get rescued he's talked himself hoarse, much to his relief because he doesn't think he'd be able to shut himself up after being so loose lipped about anything and everything (that isn't confidential), and he wouldn't want to annoy his team so soon after they rescued him.

I think ghost would help him slowly learn to love his voice again. Now ghost isn't usually the kne that talks a lot, but for soap he would. For soap he'd sing their favorite song from the rooftops if it made soap sing with him. I think he'd lay his head on soap's chest, and ask him questions just to get him to speak. I think he could fall asleep like that and mindlessly murmur "i love your voice", and I think It'd be such a tiny comment, so mindless, but it would do wonders for soap.

#vocal dysphoria #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #wip #wip snippet #lovely ask #follow asks #el rambles

[mugzymiik]

my tpc headcanons bc why not :D

SOME CHARS I DONT HAVE TOO MANY FOR (IF I HAVE ANY FOR THEM AT ALL) :sob::sob::sob:

[last updated: may 14, 2024]

main chars:

caretakers:

Cube:

trans FtM

he and Lythorus have absolutely been down bad for each other in the past but they never brought it up at all (until really recently now they kis!!!! they kiss!!!!! they kissy k)

REALLY likes cats

has a pretty good tolerance to the cold. all cubes do (in my headcanons anyway) but his is especially great

used to have really bad control over his strength (he and Lythorus HAVE had a pillow fight in the way past and Lyth got smacked into the wall on complete accident)

back when he and Lythorus started dating he tried to rest his head on top of Lythorus's as a way of affection and he proceeded to get stabbed by the spike

Iris:

has a really deep voice. but at the same time he somehow also sounds like a really tired teenager who works retail

Pentellow:

has a british accent

also knows a frightening amount of very unsettling fun facts

shes the tallest out of the non-monster caretakers (so herself, Iris and Cube). why? fuck you. fuck you is why /HEVJ/VSILLY

Pyrare:

he "talks with his hands" >:] i stole this hc from a friend btw/hj/lhj (hi Tea /silly)

he and Ketches are close friends i also stole this hc :3

heroes:

Cyan:

likes to follow people around!!! and also doesnt like being left alone for long periods of time

Orange:

eepy lil guy :D

Tsavorite and him are each other's impulse control. ofc its mostly Orange whos keeping Tsavorite from walking straight into a landmine (/j ofc) but they keep each other out of trouble (most of the time at least)

if bored enough but not eepy enough to take a nap or smth he CAN AND WILL end up somewhere thatll have everyone wondering "HOW DID HE GET THERE-"

Tsavorite:

genderfluid and uses any pronouns. :3c he? yes! they? yes! she? yes! literally any neopronoun(s)? HELL YEAH!!!

also has a british accent

constantly compares Orange to an actual orange (teasingly ofc)

very alert, but "backwards". like. he'll be able to notice a cool beetle from 5 feet away but wouldnt be able to tell you where Orange headed off to despite being right next to him just a few seconds ago

shows affection thru hugs and pokes. basically just. physical touch

adding onto the last one!!! if he cant be physically affectionate they will just give random ass gifts :D

knows a lot abt physical weapons to the point where its honestly a littol unnerving because hOW DOES HE KNOW ABT ALL THIS-

the shortest out of all the Heroes once theyre all matured. and theyre so pissed abt it to this day /silly

actually really likes horror elements in media

can hold intense eye contact for extended periods of time without blinking (and has intimidated multiple people with it on complete accident)

can and will fistfight someone over chicken nuggets btw

HATES the snow. and all the other Heroes tease them (/aff) abt it ever since they all found out bc "we thought you loved EVERYTHING"

owns a shitton of pins i dont take criticism on this one sorry /vlh

does NOT care for formalities. like. at all. like say if he met a "King Guy" he wouldnt say "King Guy" hed just say "Guy"

Gold:

knows Spanish and PSL (Paradisian Sign Language). this is a hill i will die on/j

has bit Tsavorite multiple times for holding him BUT Tsav didnt really care so he eventually just got used to it and now theyre besties :)

tall. tall fuck. everyones confused asf bc hes not physically related to Pyrare so he couldnt get those kinda """genes""" but hes still REALLY fuckin tall (when matured ofc)

does NOT like water AT ALL (self-projection beam GO/j)

VERY SNAKE-LIKE!!! he can hiss. he has fangs. and hes more sensitive to chilly weather and the cold than most other shapes

despite his sensitivity to cold weather he does love snow

whenever hes nervous and/or anxious he just starts singing random songs but in a purposely bad way (haha what do uou Mean im self projecting um)

↓

Cyanide:

has multiple songs pirated on herself. i do not take criticism/j

tall for an unmatured hero :3c

gets attached to people very very easily, but mostly people who show her even just an ounce of kindness :(

whenever she's trying to "hide something", she uses very detailed language,,for example, if she did something like sneaking out or smth she'd say "greetings" instead of just "hi" or "hello"

"lags" more whenever its hot out

being ANYWHERE around her at ANY point in time is a BIG fuckin risk because she can play Never Gonna Give You Up/Whistle/that stickbug gif on herself on command /SILLY

groups:

chipzel:

Purpex:

i dont have any for her as of rn D:

Marcle:

really likes chicken nuggets. its really random but she LOVES chicken nuggets

Squadril:

is CONSTANTLY called short by Purpex and Marcle + everybody in all the other groups (teasingly ofc)

bossfight:

Cintagon:

Round <3

is absolutely dating Circumsphere

bisexual and also polyamorous :D if he was given the choice between getting his dead wife back or staying with Circumsphere he would choose both with ZERO hesitation

Circumsphere:

i dont have any rn :[

danimal cannon:

Quintagon:

very strong for a pentagon (once when she n Hexagram were younger she hit him and he had a big ass bruise for a few days)

Hexagram:

has a very bad obsession with vikings, which is why his corrupt form has a "viking"-ish look

Polyhedron:

i got none rn :<

big giant circles:

Circumuscle:

doesnt swear very often so when he does its a shock to everyone/lhj

a big softie! to those he deeply cares abt tho

he has to be gentle whenever he hugs someone bc hes gonna break someones back someday if he isnt/lhj

Rincle:

IS THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE OF CIRCUMUSCLE SWEARING-WISE if she is given a single chance to say Fuck she WILL absolutely take it with zero hesitation at all/lhj

Spheer:

they and Circumuscle have an "older brother + younger sibling" dynamic

has a british accent as well

Cirtunda:

i dont got any for her either D:

other:

Lythorus:

very distractible

also said in Cube's section; he and Cube were absolutely down bad for each other in the past but never actually acknowledged it (untill recently now they smooch)

aquatic flower (explained further in the world-wise "shape related" section)

has a VERY bad fear of insects

hes 6ft. and he and Cube have a running joke with this using his name as a measurement. something's exactly 12ft tall? its 2 Lythoruses tall actually/j/lhj

Heli:

nonbinary!!! and uses he/she/they pronouns :D

he and Ketches r like,,partners. take that in any way possible

has the ability to form a body beneath her, buuuut she prefers to fly

a sweetheart through and through. but when/if they do decide to get silly and start teasing people sometimes he accidentally takes it way too far

Ketches:

absolutely has a "pirate" accent r u kidding me/lhj

also has the ability to form a body like Heli

is an uncle figure to Gold

can honk. not like a duck i mean like a boat. "WOOAOAOAOAORRRR" <- that kinda honk

corrupts:

Dub:

he can purr. i dont take criticism sorry/hj/lhj

he and Barracuda were gay as FUCK i will DIE on this hill istg/lhj

took guitar classes before he and Cuda went pinksauced

left a seat in the tower's "main room" just in memory of Barracuda. little does he actually know--/lhj

Barracuda:

is actually a ghost rn!! after Dub escaped from the seal he just roams around the tower and also occasionally chills next to Dub (even if Dub cant see him at all + has no idea he's even there)

Cubic:

bitch

he and Lycanthropy have BEEF for some godforesaken reason

Cube HAS tried to stick up to him once in the dreamscape(??? is that whats its called???) but Cubic IMMEDIATELY shot him down using a threat against Cyan

Ajaceare:

idk rn D:

George:

his spikes are different from other flowers'; most flower's spikes are pretty sharp, but his never sharpened from childhood, and thus are a little "dull-ended"

Hexacrigon:

idk for her either rn

Cintagram:

manipulative as FUCK. the only person he hasnt ever lied to is Circumcannon

speaking of which. he and Circumcannon still kiss/lhj

Circumcannon:

no ideas,,again😭😭😭

Hexadic:

same as all the others

Lycanthropy:

the only thing keeping he and Cubic from fistfighting each other every time they see each other is that they both know that 1) Dub WILL somehow find out and WILL get their asses and 2) Cubic is strong enough to actually kill Lycanthropy if they fight too hard. and Cubic doesnt wanna fling himself into boiling hot water (not literally ofc) + Lycanthropy doesnt wanna die to THIS bitch's hand

a lot of the other corrupted flowers see him as a "general"/"commander" due to Lythorus being leader of the (uncorrupted at least) flowers

should NOT be trusted with any kind of powertools ever

he can go fuckin insane on the drums

Circubit:

pretty close friends with Macabre

would absolutely dj in his spare time

world-wise hcs:

shape related:

spheres are the speediest out of all the shapes

cubes have a natural resistance to the cold

some flowers have the ability to live entirely underwater, its kinda like a "subtype" for them; theyre often referred to as "aquatic flowers"

flowers have fangs :3c chompers even!!!

spheres are the most likely out of any other shape "species" to be able to grow hair

flowers are naturally tall as shit!!!

flowers' spikes arent as "sharp" when theyre young- they "sharpen up" quite a bit as they get older, though

adding onto the last one, aquatic flowers' spikes are a little more on the duller side

other/unrelated to anything else:

some shapes dont have a "combat ability"

all of the group members of a certain area have meetups sometimes, and occasionally ALL of the groups meet up as a whole (pretty rare considering the size of Paradise, but it still happens at times!)

all the heroes have an odd obsession with going in and out of windows instead of doors. there could be an open door right next to a window and any one of them would still open the window and go right out of it

#the pink corruption #pink corruption #tpc #im leaving the ones i dont have any for “blank” for rn #sorry D: #THE “LYTHORUS MEASUREMENT” ONE IS ACTUALLY AN INSIDE JOKE but its ok its still funny anyway #im surprised i dont have that many for Dub tbh #ive also just come to the realization that i have a lotta flower hcs in the “shape related” world-wise section #its kinda like im inspecting them under a microscope or something/J

[hausofanya]

┈─ 𖧷 HAVE YOUR RAMEN AND CRY IN IT ﹕ THE SPICY RAMEN BREAKDOWN. set after STRAY KIDS survival show. genre, so much feelings. ( talk to me. suffering in silence is futile to growth. ) featuring chan, two bowls of buldak, and a hopeful turn for the better.

two hours. two hours spent encased in a glass box with nothing to show for it but a strained voice and wasted time. she can feel the weight of her own dissatisfaction hanging heavy on her shoulders, gaze dropping to the floor as a hastily shoved on baseball cap obscures her view.

two hours of his wasted time, too. but he’d never say it to her face. he was too nice.

‘you’ve almost got it!’ his voice crackles in through the speakers, and she thinks she nods, or does some kind of head jerk to indicate she heard him. her gaze doesn’t move from the floor. ‘we’re gonna run it back one more time, alright?’

she wonders if he knows about the whispers they get when people think nobody’s listening. about the girl who wasn’t talented enough to debut in a ‘proper group’, so jyp stuck her with the ‘experimental one because he didn’t know what to do with her’. that she knows what people say online about her — attention seeking, crybaby, whore — and that she spends her nights scrolling through forums instead of getting her hours in. the makeup artists are starting to get frustrated with her, she knows, but she can’t stop.

if she really was the ‘golden voice’ of her school, where’s all that talent gone? she sounds like a shattered record lol. my two year old sister can sing better than that. kick her out omg

she probably slept with someone high up to have debuted in that group. and it’s not even like they’re famous anyway so why bother? just seems like a lot of effort going nowhere imo

honestly glad survival shows exist bc u can really see it’s mostly just looks. yeah she’s pretty but that’s all she’s got going for her. most she’ll get is maybe two years and then a flop acting career.

she’d stewed over that last comment for days. even now, where she’s supposed to be improving, she can’t stop thinking about those comments, despite standing on her little soap box mere hours ago when hyunjin had expressed his own uncertainties. she’d sat there and listened and kept her own nasty swirl of fears buried deep enough.

hypocrite. but fake it until you hopefully make it, right?

cléo starts back from the top once more, turned away from the eyes boring into her body on the other side of the glass. trapped, like a caged zoo animal. she’s suddenly glad there aren’t any cameras rolling.

paper clutched in her hands, her voice wavers in the slightest but she’s able to get through most of the lyrics with no trouble. hope crawls a treacherous path from the balls of her feet and up to her heart. arms weak, it snags on any surface it can hold on to; a perfectly pitched riff, a smoothly sung chorus. and just when it finds the light, the end of the song just in reach—

her voice cracks. again, and again, and again.

no matter how many times she insisted on getting that one particular note right, her voice leaves her swiftly without second thought, all her progress depleting. hope trips and tumbles painfully back to the uneven ground. the paper crinkles in her hands, giving way easily from repeating crushing.

cléo takes a shaky breath and blinks back tears of frustration, quickly reaching up to wipe at her eyes under the guise of brushing her hair away from her face. ( she’s not fooling anyone, she knows. ) when she sneaks a look back at outside, she sees no one else in that room but him. her chest cinches painfully.

just as she’s about to try once more, his voice crackles in before she’s able to get a sound out.

‘cléo.’ she hesitates, but turns despite every muscle in her body screaming at her not to.

chan’s expression is unreadable, but she can tell he’s not .. mad. or frustrated, or even pissed. which confuses her because she’s one hundred percent sure he heard every second of her disaster attempt at a recording.

he doesn’t say anything for a moment, staring at her with the same unreadable expression, and her skin itches from being analyzed so closely. her gaze falls back to the floor before her eyes squeeze shut to prevent from crying.

‘are you hungry?’

huh? cléo swallows nervously and tries her best to scale her confusion back, absolutely sure he was going to comment on her lackluster abilities. she’s too late in answering what was probably a rhetorical question anyway.

‘man, i’m starved.’ chan then smiles at her through the glass, her eyes stinging from the warmth radiating through the barrier. ‘i could probably eat a horse at this rate. let’s go eat, yeah? my treat.’

🍜

one convenience-store-and-stray-cat-finding trip later, and cléo finds herself watching in budding amusement as chan tries and fails to act as if his mouth isn’t on fire.

when he’d told her he’d get the two of them whatever she wanted to eat, she’d suggested ramen because it was easy to make and didn’t require a lot of things to cook. besides waiting for the eggs to boil in his tiny little kitchen, the ramen was the best choice of a late night meal.

except .. she hadn’t been clear on how spicy it was. and she paid the price by watching in horror, at first, to see chan’s ears turn bright red — near cartoon-esque — to poorly hidden mirth as he down his second ( third ? ) cup of milk while her bottled water remained unopened.

“you’re trying to kill me, i know it,” chan groans weakly, and scoffs loudly when it makes her stifle a laugh. “you’re laughing. i’m seconds away from my deathbed, and you’re laughing. cléo.”

it’s the mention of her name that finally makes her crack, bursting into a fit of giggles that nearly make her fall over in her chair. it brings tears to her eyes out of how weak her body becomes soon after, unlike the tears and sniffling coming from her companion’s lack of spice tolerance. he puffs out his face in faux anger and it sends her into another round of laughter, clutching her stomach as she pleads for him to stop.

red cheeked but amused by her good mood, chan slowly eases the both of them into amicable conversation, steering clear from her ruined studio session. but the memories coming rolling back in despite his best efforts, and she goes from smiling and laughing to slowly answering with one worded responses, her expression closing shut.

silence hangs in chan’s tiny kitchen. cléo struggles to keep her breathing leveled.

it only takes one look and a gentle toned calling of her name for the first tears to stain her shirt, shoulders hunched up to her ears. her baseball cap long forgotten, she can’t hide from him even if she wanted to. shaking hands still attempting anyway — wiping furiously at tired eyes before his hands slowly pull them away least she hurt herself.

when she looks up at him, trembling nervously, she’s hit with the amount of concern and sadness mixed in his expression. and that’s what hits the final nail in the coffin, her resolve crumbling before she bursts into tears.

chan rubs her back soothingly as it spills out of her without warning, his head resting on top of hers. she tells him about her worst fears, the resentment she held towards herself most of all, and those comments — hundreds of them aimed at her worst moments and badly timed mistakes, magnified by millions. her fingers curl into his shirt as another horrid sob wracks through her entire body, her tears dissolving into the black fabric of his shirt. she feels him stiffen and her throat closes up, prepared for the worst; for him to agree, since he saw firsthand what they were talking about.

instead, he hugs her even tighter, her voice firm despite its soft timbre. “we chose you.” her headache bangs the drum line of a death metal song against her skull. “no matter what, we chose you. they only know what’s edited and served to them on a platter.”

she can feel him smiling without seeing it. “stage fright is normal even if you’ve been singing since you were little. you’re only human after all. and what’s a few bad clips compared to getting the chance to debut? you’ll work hard and do better. i know you will.”

cléo’s chest tightens a bit, but not painfully this time. she allows herself to relax into his hug for as long as she can bear it before she pulls away and awkwardly stares at her lap. “now i feel kind of silly. but, um. thank you for listening.”

“it’s the least i could do when you have clear intent to kill me. one last good deed before i die from heart burn or inflammation or something.”

chan smiles as cléo threatens to swap bowls, wiping a stray tear from the corner of her eye.

#[ miscellaneous. ] #— 하트 .. #and then cléo practiced and practiced and perfected her versatility to become one of the most respected vocalists in the industry 🫂 #fictional idol community #fictional idol oc #fictional idol addition #fictional kpop community #fictional kpop oc #fictional kpop idol #skz 9th member #skz added member #skz addition #skz female addition

[tortillasconsal]

Headcanons for Splendorman that I didn't get to put in my last post bc I didn't know where

Here we go:

He has a whispy voice with a slightly high pitch that softens when talking with children, but he easily turns low and direct when he's tired or upset.

He has a pretty theatrical talk, as if he's making a whole circus performance, though he usually sounds very disconnected from the people he's engaging with, as if he's daydreaming or in his own world.

Voice headcanons: Johnny Deph's Willy Wonka and Mad Hatter, and Tim Curry's lower pitch when tired/upset.

Splendor is probably the only faceless person who might be interested in having a relationship.

And I mean might because he doesn't really yearn for one, he's just open to the idea. But so far no one has caught his attention, there ain't many creatures who make the cut for a century-old cryptid's love interest anyway.

Even though he acts very upbeat and happy he's usually very tired when he's done for the day (which is almost never), taking care of many children and acting as a therapist for many people is draining, especially when you have none to talk to or hang out with.

He actually has a lot of pressure bc he feels like he needs to put on a happy face and a good performance for the sake of the people. He doesn't trust anyone else to do what he does or help him so he forces himself to bear that baggage alone. And since he doesn't have anyone for him and refuses to be vulnerable with his family he usually ignores those feelings or hides away.

Despite his fame of being the most emotional it is very rare to catch him crying.

It is unkown where he got his anger issues from. They know that he started showing symptoms since young, but nobody knows why.

Maybe is because he usually bottles up his emotions, maybe it's all the resentment he holds, maybe he got them from one of his parents or maybe they're the results of how he was raised.

His family speculates its the Faceless' "true nature" he's been holding back all this time, like a bomb. Which is not true.

They believe they are naturally evil beings, but that's because they've spent all their lives consuming toxic emotions and getting consumed by them they just think that's how it is.

I really get a lot of Will Wood vibes from him. Like as a fun guy that may or may not be a little messed up who has a level of deph and feelings he's not sure how to adress so he may look like he's deliring sometimes or he's speaking from the heart but not making sense other times.

His song? Dr. Sunshine by Will Wood

I mean, its even in the name.

He has complicated feelings about the proxies and the residents of Slenderman's mansion. On one hand he feels for them and wishes he could get them out of his brother's grip, on the other he knows they're bad people –maybe as bad as his family– and doesn't think they deserve another chance.

But in any way he doesn't trust any of them near the kids he takes care of.

Same with his brother. He loves Slenderman so much, but its really hard to see his little brother torturing people for whatever reason and acting very condescending towards him. He's still able to put his foot down when necesary, though it always comes back to zero.

Splendorman does not like Laughing Jack. Like- at all. They both constanty brawl over the children and Jack sometimes manages to sneak in Splendor's domain which angers him even more because nobody's supposed to do that.

Now. Laughing Jack is not a resident at Slenderman's mansion, he's mostly on his own. But Jack hangs out with Slenderman and his proxies a lot to have some protection from him. Slenderman is aware of that and he plays along to annoy Splendorman even more.

This just makes the relationship between the brothers ever more tense.

Faceless people understand and speak every human languaje. However, only Splendorman has bothered to learn sign languages, the faceless people usually talk through telepathy but he understands how this might be pretty upsetting to deaf people.

Slendorman is not a fan of technology. He just never could get a hold of it. He's an old man.

He's not a big fan of alcohol. Even though faceless people can't get drunk. He just doesn't like the strong flavor it has, but if he had to choose he would go for wine or any fruit-flavored licor or mezcal.

He owns a lot of walking sticks, he likes them a lot.

One time a kid told him that he looked like their grandfather and he stopped using them for a while.

He knows how to play various instruments, and although he isn't a singer himself he likes to make up songs for the kids sometimes.

He's also a good dancer and is a really big fan of Swing.

This is all I got 🧍‍♂️

I wanted to write more headcanons but I figured that might need a little bit more context of the lore I'm building for the Slenderbros. So I'll start working on a blog where I'll dive into all the mythos I got for them, but first I want to make some other blogs dedicated to Slenderman and Trenderman first to be a little bit organized.

#Splendorman #Splendorman headcanons #Creepypasta #Creepypastas #Creepypasta headcanons #Slenderman #Slender brothers #Slenderbros #Trenderman #Offenderman #jeff the killer #eyeless jack #ben drowned #nina the killer #Slender brothers headcanons #Slenderbros headcanons

[one0p1nk]

What do you love the most about your current friends group?

//No order, I'm mentioning people from mundo server and some other servers btw

Beth -> I love my wife's gentle, softspoken nature. I hope Bethy can feel confident enough to tell me about almost anything because talking with her in the chat is always a blessing to me and i really want her to know that. It was never awkward when I'm with her even when she doesn't speak or not. I love her fav ships they're always so sweet/ih/not sure if it should be pun intended JDBDBDB🥰

Klai -> My henchwoman is incredible, idk but I feel like she has a lot of patience too when interacting with me--- always so understanding with everyone and would try her best to make everyone feel better despite of her own struggles. She's very generous, yes, and how she likes keeping up silly ramblings with me about worlds is what I mostly adore about her. Even solsticea has a special spot in my heart 🥺

Joe -> I love joey/p. They feed me art, they're my supportive dogboy/ih, and I'm glad they existed or else communion and doomed yaoi wouldn't have been in my dictionary DJHDDHDB in other words, I love their humor and friendliness makes me wanna keep them like a pocket friend/ih

Yami -> I love her vibes, I love her art, I love her art streams, I love when I talk to her, and I love her bc she's my angelfish/p🥰 She helps me walk away from dangers that try to reach me sometimes, is fun when she brings me to McDonalds while at it sniffles;;; thanks to her I'm very absorbed to ToD sometimes and still do that, how long was it since HDDBFBFB

Tae -> some of Shrimpy's humor stuck into me/ih and I love hearing her talk. Her voice is very calming to me that it makes me feel quite safe, it really sounds very friendly....;;; Her voice is also iconic i would wish to watch it in a lot of kinds of anime genres no matter if is piece of life or horror, it's incredible the way she narrates or voice acts dialogues in games on stream dhfbfbffb

Sleepy -> I like her art pieces. I want to draw as fast as her but I'd rather polish quality over time in my case since art styles really vary JDBFFBB- I like the moments when she’s glad to try and help people, and try to stay cheerful sometimes despite of the pressure she has to experience at times. I hope in the future these can flourish well and that she gets to achieve her goals somehow no matter how bumpy the road can be for her.

Lupi -> Lupita is supportive and wouldn't hurt me in any form;; despite that I don't see her as often as the others, I feel safe around her like I've never seeing her judge me before or is probably because I don't remember sobs;;; but yeah, she brings good vibes when we're hanging out heheheheh

Al -> I love Al/p for listening to me about Hana's reversed harem stuff and trying to learn dyanthus lore from me back at the lore wide discord server/ih. I love the times we gush over fnaf together too <3/ih and also freaking like how for some reason I imagine you as a squishy entity idk why/lh

Emma -> I love Emma and Tatya and Bartholomew and Georgie and everytime we interact really I love you/p, she has such great charisma and attitude it boosts my confidence and self-esteem a bit sometimes djnnddn saranghae pookie 🫶🌸

Fifi -> Fifita, my precious rat friend and portable incinerator room/hj, I thank her for letting me love and ship her blorbos and draw them JDDBBD her art makes me smile a lot even when she draws her scrunkles, Dreams of delirium is chef's kiss;;;

Anwyll -> Anwy is a new friend I just met, and I'm already holding hands gently with him/p. I love how we have this mutual agreement about pretty blonde boys BDDBFBFBFB--- I love their blorbos too, especially Nevi(hes so pretty i like making Lau rizz him a bit/ih) and Edvin (I love farmers, I think they're so neat as heck)

Mango -> He has a nice sense of humor, I'll take that---/ih I love his art, the way he drew my goofy son once, and how he named almost everyone in dinosaur parody(I'm still sobbing from that JDBDBDB;;) and he's nice to talk with when he's not sus and... confusing, I don't understand what he says sometimes but its best to not know 🤔😊/lh

Kory -> I nearly lost my friend, Korita. It could have been one of my greatest regrets 😔 but anyway, I love her blorbos, but what I mostly love is her been spoody as usual and just taking every problem like a tough one(she's trying her best okay/lh). A nice spooder. 🥺/pos

Mandika -> I get excited when talking to Mandita, it's either neat or concerning/pos. But nonetheless I like receiving these rare art requests from her, it's my excuse to laugh and cry internally at the same time as I enjoy seeing her giggles and go silly JDDBBFFB

Clown -> I love payasito's craziness, that's a very Clown thing to do- even if I can be skeptical when she’s acting 'normal' around their spouse Law sometimes/ih/j

Orange -> magical girl Naranja save me magical girl Naranja;;; SHES TECHNICALLY AN ORANGE!!! A POG, GOOD VIBES ORANGE;; sobs sobs 😭✨️ I love her ideas and her art feels like a cool fresco snacks, and her blorbos are so well designed and written I can distinguished them well JDBFNFN

Nakki -> My brother Nakki is not often around lately, but I appreciate the times he has the patience to teach me and help me with Minecraft/lh. I love his pink lemonade recipe even tho I feel like the way he makes it will be the one overuling my amateur lemonade skills anyway JDBFNFB

Skye -> turns out Skye is held dead and half alive??? But well I love them anyway, still o' glorious in my heart/p. They're the perfect definition of a laid back, modest pookie/ih

Sam -> I love Samito's writings and drawings they make me giggle and kick my feet hehehehehe.... and I recently discovered his Gepard rp interpretation--- I have mixed feelings but at least leaning positive because I love a good humor Geoard once in a while JFBFBGN they really inspired me to ship Orpehmi more often and ngl, it feels nice to covert into it/ih

I feel like I have more friends I haven't mentioned, but just so you know to all of them. I'm glad I've met you guys, you've helped me learn new things and understand from the lessons I have to take myself better with your support, understanding, and patience despite my occasional autistic awkwardness.🥰/lh

#pins speaking

[babiestbubbles]

ROTTMNT Agere Headcanons

Raph:

Mostly Caregives but when he goes down, he goes down. He’s just an itty bitty baby. Cutest thing ever tho. He tries his best to be a good and helpful little one even if he can’t do much. He’s really never over the age of 3, maybe 4 if you’re pushing it. 

He’s a very expressive baby though, he loves interacting with his brothers, even if it’s just peek-a-boo, watching cartoons, or scribbling all over with crayons (Raph’s not allowed near the paints or other art supplies out of fear he’ll try to eat them. His caregivers have their hands full just keeping them out of Mikey’s mouth and he actually knows better.) 

He also loves shadowing his caregivers/babysitters, sometimes even his siblings who are also regressed, just toddling behind them and maybe imitating them or trying to help them out. A well behaved sweetheart. The only reason he’d ever end up crying is bc he’s gotten hurt or someone else (*cough* Leo *cough*) is being mean to him.

Leo:

Kind of young kiddo most of the time, rarely ever over the age of 6/7, but also almost never falls into the baby range (0-3) unless something super bad’s happened. 

Is actually incapable of caregiving, he gets too anxious and it ends up doing more harm than good to anyone involved 

Sometimes an older sibling type if he does end up falling in the older age range but that’s the best you’re gonna get. 

He’s a super active kiddo though, always on the move, always wants to be doing something. Usually teams up with Mikey to make little plans. They’re great at playing pretend together or really doing anything together, they feed off of each other’s energy, but this also means they encourage one another to get into trouble. 

He tries to be independent a lot of the time but also very much enjoys being doted on by his caregivers. Definitely enjoys a nickname like ‘Little Prince’ or something adjacent, he loves the idea that he’s the center of attention and most of the time his caregivers are happy to oblige. He’s a bit cheeky. He does like messing with his cg or babysitters a bit, but nothing too serious and all in the name of fun. They can always handle it.

He’s actually a bit similar to Donnie and Mikey in his sensitivity to criticism. He doesn’t usually shut down as quickly or intesley as them, but he’s still heavily affected by even minor criticism. Everyone around him knows his littlespace is his only opportunity to be ‘troublemaker’ or break the rules etc. so most of the time he gets off without any real punishment, other than maybe the consequences of his own actions. Ex: cleaning up a mess his prank made or being stuck sleepy all day because he went to bed late.

Mikey:

Chaos baby at any age. Most fluid when it comes to headspace range. Will jump from 3 to 5 if activities get exciting, might drop down to 2 if it’s just movie night. 

He’s always bouncing around, happy to do anything and everything that will satiate his boredom. He’s usually pretty good about keeping out of trouble, but sometimes he just can’t help it, trouble knocks right on his front door. What is he supposed to say? “No Thanks”? He isn’t lame.

He actually struggles to sit down and do stuff while little. He needs a lot more simulation when regressed. He actually requests Lou Jitsu theme songs or a movie playing in the background if he’s coloring with Raph or his siblings because coloring alone isn’t ‘interesting*’ enough for him (*he means stimulating he just doesn’t have the proper vocabulary)

Super talkative, even when he can’t talk. Sounds simply never stop coming out of his mouth. He’s always rambling about fantastical nonsense or his favorite something or why he dislikes something. The kid never seems to run out of conversation topics. Even when he’s just a baby, can’t form words or sentences, he’s still babbling. Making happy coos at things or saying words in succession “April, April, April” “Paint, colrs, pretty” Sometimes gets self conscious abt his voice but usually gets better with a bit of reassurance. 

Very quick to meltdown but also pretty easy to soothe. Most of the time just needs help processing his emotions but will also very readily take an icepop bribe to settle down.

 He can’t really handle the idea of being in trouble, he freaks out that he’s bad and will almost shut down. The same thing happens if you tell him to quiet down/be quiet/shut up. He stops talking entirely, and you know something’s wrong when Mikey stops talking. As for soothing, usually he just wants to cuddle and be told it’s alright, he’s a very good boy, etc. A tv show is a really good distraction for him after he’s had an episode and needs time to feel better. 

Donnie:

Either incapable baby or menace teenager/older kid. Doesn’t really fall in the toddler range unless it’s a special day (ex he and one of his brothers have plans to do something together while little)

Opposite of Mikey, super nervous to talk, typically goes non verbal, but tries to sign if able. (they all know pretty basic asl. Their lexicon is huge but like they don’t use proper asl grammar/sentence structure and tone indicators and stuff. They just sign words in succession)

Loves puzzles, games, building things, making things etc. while regressed. Usually when he’s older but even when he’s a baby, he insists on getting to play with foam blocks or magnets so he can build, or he wants to do jupiter jim activity books.

Definitely the one who struggles the most with insecurity abt his headspace. His classic Donnie overthink continues even when he’s little and he gets embarrassed that he’s weird or wrong for regressing. He needs a lot of reassurance that it’s okay and healthy and normal.

Ironically though, he’s probably the one who needs it the most. He struggles with taking care of himself when he’s having a hard time mentally or emotionally, he needs someone else to take care of him. Make sure he’s eating, sleeping, taking breaks. 

He’s super scared of being bad/getting in trouble, just like Mikey but quite frankly to a worser degree. At this point everyone knows not to scold Donnie for things when he’s little, even if he’s 11/12 because he will cry, sometimes entirely meltdown. That’ll either pull him out of his regression (and lead to him isolating for the rest of the day) or it’ll send him deeper into a smaller headspace. If it’s really bad, he’ll spend the next few days drifting in and out of babyspace. He’s generally a very sensitive baby, sometimes he can’t even handle jokes about him being ‘bad’ or a troublemaker or misbehaving.

He absolutely cannot handle punishment at any time ever. While he is a menace and messes around and is kind of feral, he’s careful, he doesn’t really properly break any rules (mostly because he has a huge fear of getting in trouble), so there’s really never a reason for him to be punished, but if he did break a rule, there’s no way he could manage to make it through his punishment. Just having to face his caregiver while knowing he did something wrong would probably send him into a panic attack. 

Getting sent to time out or his room or something would just lead him to meltdown there and then deny himself any comfort after. He’d push away from cuddles and deny any sweet/comforting words his caregivers tried to tell him afterwards. (Poor baby doesn’t think he deserves it)

This only happened once and his caregivers learned their lesson when they were stuck with a baby Donnie for an entire week. [He was so embarrassed afterwards but also was so far in headspace he doesn’t remember a lot of it]

#donnie #autistic donnie #tmnt #tmnt donnie #tmnt donatello #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt donnie #headcanon #tmnt headcanons #rottmnt headcanons #leo #tmnt leonardo #rottmnt leo #disaster twins #rottmnt disaster twins #save rottmnt #disaster twins headcanons #agere #agere blog #age regression #rottmnt agere

[strangelockd]

Its finally here! My first ever Fan Fiction attempt. I got really emotional while writing this bc it may or may not be based on my own life(wink wink). It will be posted in parts but I really do hope you all enjoy it as much as I had while writing it. A big thank you to all the supporters on here for inspiring me to do this.

I know I spelt Stephens name wrong, Ill fix it later

Word Count: 3.9K

Warning: Mutual pining, Friends to lovers, Mention’s of oral sex (male receiving), Past traumas, slight talk of anxiety. Just mostly a fluff piece.

Summary: Your a nationwide tailor and you finally got your first big client whom is no other the the world famous Doctor Steven Strange himself. Can you keep your cool while taking his measurements? Because lets face it, he broke the internet with that Armani suit.

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The streets of New York City were bustling with life. The roaring of the cars, the local pizza pappa calling out for customers, the smells and sounds all around you reminding you that your back home. Your first home. As much as you hated the crowds and noise sometimes, you’ve become acclimated to it. You took a deep breath and cold air filled your lungs; winter was right around the corner. Exhaling a cloud of fog, you made your way through the crowded streets dodging faceless strangers and made your way.

      “Shit, I’m going to be late” you exclaimed as you looked down at your phone. A photo of Steven Strange on your lock screen showing the current time. It wasn’t fancy, just a photo from the local newspaper. You always had a slight interest in the man, you couldn’t exactly put your finger on it somehow. A slight smile sneaking across your face, you shoved the phone back into your pocket and began picking up the pace making your way along the crowded streets.

     Your never late, let alone to an appointment. You prided yourself on punctuality and that dedication showed in your career. You loved your job of being a local tailor, it gave you the opportunity to meet a lot of new and exciting people, traveling the country was just the icing on the cake. But now that your clientele has grown, you are now getting your start with branching out to bigger clients. Bag in hand you finally approached the address 177 Bleecker Street the plaque read. Taking a minute to adjust yourself you pushed up your glasses and pulled down your skirt. Taking extra precaution to adjust your knee-high stockings and peter pan shaped collar underneath your sweatshirt attempting  to look as professional as possible. Tucking your hair behind your ears, you gave out a quick sigh trying to steady your breath while you knocked on the heavy blue doors paned with glass. The building was truly outstanding. How have you never noticed this place before?

 As the door creaked open your heart launched up to your throat. There he was, Doctor Steven Strange famous neurosurgeon and powerful Sorcerer Supreme. God he was more handsome in person you thought. You first noticed the annoying expression on his face, but couldn’t help but be distracted by his eyes. They were blue, like the sea after a storm.

      “Your late kid” He gruffed while leaning his body against the doorframe, arms crossed against his chest. You could feel your cheeks beginning to flush and shook your head slightly to help bring you back to reality. For Christ’s sake, this can’t be my client you thought to yourself. “Late? I’m right on time” You stammer in protest, feeling your mouth go dry.  “On time is late in the professional world.” He said with a baritone in his voice and a smirk on his lips. “Are you going to let me in or not? Someone at this address made an appointment for a suit fitting and I’m here to do just that” you shot back. 

     “Technically Wong made the appointment for me, he thought it would be good for me to freshen up my style for an upcoming event. But alright come on in.” He stated with slight annoyance in his tone. He turned on his heels and you followed him inside. As you stepped into the main hall of the Sanctum the first thing you noticed was the scent of sandalwood incense. Along with the many beautiful artifacts strewn around on display. It was even more gorgeous than you imagined. 

     Following Strange up the grand center staircase you noticed he was wearing his sorcerer robes. Royal blue rich in color along with a weaved belt above his hips. He also wore  mustard leather yellow gloves that went up his forearms. Complete with a thick lavish crimson cloak that practically reached the floor. It looked ancient yet beautiful, like it carried stories with time. 

     As you finally made your way to the top of the steps you both entered his room down the hall. He turned the knob and pushed slightly on the door and your jaw dropped upon seeing it. The room was huge and immaculate, books perfectly organized, a large four poster bed complete with gold and crimson comforter. You could sink into it and sleep for days you thought. 

The room also was adorned with dark high beamed ceilings completed with a cabinet that posed as a double mirror as well. No wonder he was irritated with your punctuality. He obviously loves tidiness and organization you thought. 

     As you made you way to the plush bed you sat your stuff down on top of it. Digging through the bag to try to get organized before the task at hand. You noticed your fingers began to shake out of nervousness. You were so distracted trying to find everything and to calm yourself down that you couldn’t help but jump slightly when Steven beckoned his crimson cloak away only for it to hover next to you. “Not used to relics huh?” He spoke with an air of teasing in his voice. “No, not really” you lightly chuckled as the cloak began to snuggle against you. “It seems that he likes you; you must have a kind heart. He is usually not as trusting with guest” He stated. “Well, I’m honored” you said as the crimson cloak did a cartwheel and clamped to your shoulders. 

      “Alright buddy that’s enough she’s got work to do” He said to the cloak. It caressed your cheek with its collar, and it released itself from you. You couldn’t help but feel the slight coldness of the room now making your forearms form goosebumps on your flesh under your thin sweater. “So, shall we begin then?” Steven stated to you across the room. He did a simple gesture with his hands and changed into something more practical, a pair of sweatpants that sat low on his waist. Exposing his chiseled chest complete with a muscular v towards his pubic line and nothing else. You couldn’t help but stare, he was the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, and he was even more stunning to finally see it in person. Glancing at his strong jawline your eyes made it to his forearms, muscular and strong; he would have no issue carrying you anywhere. Eyes making their way down to his abdomen it was like looking at a waterboard. You couldn’t help but imagine licking and tasting every muscular crevice until you made it to his soft supple lips. Savoring the delicate but salty texture of his flesh. You felt your center begin to wet'n causing you to involuntarily close your knees a bit more tightly.

     You shook your head to wake yourself from your fantasy. Steven of course noticed but opted to say nothing and just keep a smile on his lips. “Might as well” you said with slight breathlessness. You grabbed the tape measure from the bed and thumbed it between your fingers loosening up the flexible material. As you made your way towards him Steven stated, “It just makes sense to wear this instead of all the layers”. You couldn’t agree more you thought as your mind began to wander again.

     When you finally made it next to him you hitched your breath, heart racing and hands slightly shaking more nervously to the point where you’re sure he can see it. You always had a issue with shaky hands since your youth. It was a dead giveaway for your struggle with anxiety. But through time, you mastered holding it together. That is till today.

    Fuck he was perfect; he even smells divine. He smelled like expensive cologne, hints of bergamot and Amberwood leaving a sensually wooden scent that filled your lungs with thoughts of comfort and desire. You could eat him alive right now. He obviously takes great pride in his appearance. “It’s Dior by the way” he said like he was reading your mind. “It’s nice I love it, it smells delicious” you responded with a calm but slight steady tone. Taking the tape measure with your nervous fingers and stretching it out. 

     You began with the shoulder measurement, carefully taking your time to get the precise analysis possible. Feeling his chest rise and fall naturally with each breath you made your way to his biceps. You couldn’t help but notice how strong and hard they were. You didn’t want to release the tape measure at all, but you continued to move down. Slowly grazing your hands across his warm smooth flesh making your way to get his hip and pants length.  You dropped to your knees while wrapping the tape slowly yet gingerly around his waist and you began jotting down the measurements on your notepad next to you.

      He noticed you taking an extra-long time to get his pants length he couldn’t help but take the opportunity to stare at you admirably. Your soft features and bright beautiful eyes taking their sweet time examining his body like he was the statue of David.  He was enjoying every minute of it. No doubt that he was a tall drink of water, and you would climb him like a tree if you could. You grazed along his lower half and accidently brushed past his semi aroused shaft. No wonder the man is known for having an ego. The things you would do to this man, imagining yourself enveloping your mouth around his thick cock. 

        His head leaning back against the wall whispering dirty sweet nothings into the void, all while you are making him feel like a god. His strong yet nimble hands threading through your hair guiding him towards his pleasure. Lewd noises of both of you lost in the rapture that would easily echo across the sanctum. You felt your panties getting heavily damped with the sinful thoughts you have. Causing you to close your knees again tightly to fight the urge within.

      Being lost in your trance you did not even realize that while kneeling your phone fell out of your pocket. An alert came up showing the photo of him on your phone. He cocked his brow while looking down and taking it upon himself to grab the device off the mahogany wooden floor. With a flick of his wrist, he managed to unlock your phone and began tapping on the screen. Omg omg he’s seen the photo this is the worst! you thought to yourself. Feeling embarrassed upon Steven seeing the photo of him you quickly grabbed it from his hands feeling your ears and face get hot. “What are you doing?! You know that’s an invasion of privacy.” You stated while irritatingly tapping your oxford shoes on the floor with your arms crossed on your chest. “I just wanted to exchange phone numbers; you know in case I needed anything else from you.” He shot his piercing blue eyes in your direction causing your heart to race even more. “Alright, that makes sense” You agreed in return.

     “Big fan I’m guessing” he declared, his face glowing with flattery. “Yes, I am, have been since the snap. You’re a hero after all, sacrificing your life to save humanity is a very noble thing. I like noble men” you confessed.  

        Steven couldn’t help but blush at the factuality of your statement. This woman…she’s different. He trailed off in his thoughts,but he admired your honesty. It was a hard trait to find in most people now a days. While continuing your task he couldn’t help but close his eyes and let his mind wander to your lips, imagining him holding your face while claiming your mouth. Ever so timid at first, but eventually letting him take full control of your desires. God she’s so beautiful he thought to himself. Remembering the state of his scarred hands snapped him out of his mental reverie. How could she love a damaged man like me? My hands still shake, I can never give her the life or pleasure she deserves he thought to himself. Giving out a slight saddened sigh he looked down at you still on the floor.

     Continuing with your job you could feel his stare and you began to lift it up to meet his gaze. “Enjoying the view?” he said while looking down at you with slight cockiness. “Surprisingly I am Mr. Magic Man” you said as you felt the heat in your face rise. Magic Man?…Mm that’s sexy to hear I could get used to that he thought to himself. 

     Before you could gather yourself and comprehend what was happening you felt his slightly calloused scarred fingers grip your chin gentle yet firmly. Tilting your face up to meet his crystal blue gaze, his pupils slightly wide as he held your face in place. As he cupped your chin he slowly began to help you rise up, guiding you directly to face him. He wanted to look deep into your eyes, the windows to your souls’ desires.  You could feel your knees slightly begin to buckle what is happening you thought to yourself. Heart racing ninety miles an hour. Instinctively he grabbed the small of your back to support you from falling. 

     You never mingled with clients before, never has it ever crossed your mind, till now…But there was something undeniable that attracted you to each other. Both of you felt like you have known each other for centuries. Like two lost souls separated by the red string of fate. You both were like two moths that were led to a flame. A fire that would never be tamed by any forces upon this world or the next. 

        He leaned into you first, taking full control of the opportunity at hand. He took extra precaution to start with a slow but assuring pace. Taking time to savor the moment between each other, tasting each other. You were sweeter than milk and honey. There was a slight desperation in your moans as he nipped your lower lip and began to enter his soft tongue into your mouth gently claiming you. It’s been a long time since you’ve been with a guy. But this wasn’t a guy, this was a man. Feeling slightly embarrassed and like a third wheel, the cloak decided to swiftly float out the room and close the door behind him.

     Steven chuckled and smiled at his fellow companion having the decency not to watch, “I knew you couldn’t resist me” he said with a hand behind the back of your neck, rubbing his thumb while slightly pulling away mere inches from your face. “Since when does the great Sorcerer Supreme read minds?” you said while catching your breath. Without skipping a beat, he cupped both sides of your soft face between his shaky hands. “It was only too obvious; it doesn’t take that long to measure a waistline” he stated matter of factly with a haughty smirk on his face. 

     Damn that smirk you thought to yourself. You returned his kiss with an even more desperate one. As your kisses became deeper and more passionate, he turned your head back to give him the best possible leverage to your engorges zone. As he placed delicate kisses and bites on your neckline and earlobe you looked down at his hands. Scarred and damaged from a past car wreck that ruined his career. They were pale but with slim red lines going down each digit. They were captivating to you. Like artwork. The things he could do with them…

        Speaking breathlessly between his tender kisses you gently moaned “There beautiful by the way…” you said between heavy kisses. “What is?” He asked with a husky tone while trailing kisses down your collarbone. “Your hands” you confessed while giving out a slightly higher octave of a moan while he bit your neck slightly. Giving out a warm lick to help with the slight pleasurable pain. As you both continued kissing again you instinctively started to pull his sweatpants down. He swiftly paused and grabbed you tenderly with his hands. “We must stop this…” Steven cooed to you as his voice grew husky with hunger and longing. His shaking scarred hands gently cupping both sides of your petal soft face once more. Mere centimeters from your face, he was able to smell both of your arousal and sexual tension. You both could cut that with a knife.    

           But as he leaned into your tender swollen lips, warmth flooded through his head all the way down to his aching core. Causing his cock to twitch. This only fueling a new fire inside him. Something past lovers have never done before. He knew deep down inside his heart that this wildfire that began could never be exhumed. He wanted more, needed more…of you. 

He just wasn’t quite there yet. You were no doubt beautiful to him, like the sun. He wanted to worship you at your feet forever in pleasure to you. But with this dreaded wedding around the corner, he couldn’t help but feel distracted by his ex Christine. As much as he tried to purge thoughts of her. Her memory was like a knat in his ear. An itch he couldn’t scratch. Always replaying his past failure repeatedly, especially at night. No doubt that pain was an old friend to him. It absolutely drove him insane how he couldn’t learn to move on from her. To move on with his life. He deserves someone who could love him at his worst, even before his best. You deserved better than him he thought.

      You slowly laced your hands behind his head and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Showing him physically that you didn’t care about his past. You only cared about the man he is now right in front of you. As he tried to turn his head slightly away from you tears welling up in his eyes you pulled his forehead to touch yours, feeling the sadness and weight of his burdens you wanted to help him carry it no matter the cost. 

   “We don’t have to do anything until you’re ready.” You stated to him with an undeniable softness in your voice. He wrapped his strong arms around you pulling you into a tight locked hug. You could feel the warm tears sprinkling on your sweater causing your heart to break. “How can someone as perfect as you love a damaged man like me?” he whispered in your ear. You pulled back and pressed your hands on his warm chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat between your open palms.

Not even realizing that your fingers have stopped shaking, you moved them up to his chest to cup his face gently between your palms, gently brushing the tear stains from his cheeks. You looked directly into his blue eyes and said, “Love is patient, love is kind. I’m not going anywhere as long as you’ll have me Steven Strange…I’m with you till the end of the line”. All he could do was stare back at you; mouth slightly agape in shock. He chuckled to himself feeling embarrassed about the sudden emotions he was feeling and pulled you in for a slow and tender kiss. “You’re pretty amazing you know that” he exclaimed. His heart filling with joy. You stayed locked together in the embrace for what felt like a happy eternity. 

     Once you both felt calm again you pulled away from Steven feeling colder now without his touch. You turned to the king size bed to begin putting all your work supplies away. Closing the bag with a snap of the clasp you heard him behind you asking, “So what do I owe you for your services?” he said calmly while magicking his sorcerer robes back on. The door opened and cloak soon followed suit in returning to his broad shoulders. 

You would never get tired of watching him use magic. “Nothing yet, not until your Armani suit is here and we can tally up the price then.” Still feeling the raw swollen tenderness on both of your lips, you both made your way back down the staircase and towards the Sanctums front doors. As you both were walking down you noticed his hand never leaving the small of your back, it was almost as if he wanted to instinctively protect you and never let you go. Once you finally made it to what felt like way to soon you were at the front doors. Deep down you didn’t ever want to leave Steven or this place. Your heart pined. It felt like home, HE felt like home to you. 

       There was a certain foreign comfort you both felt in the presence of each other. The role models in your life were not exactly dependable in your lives and you both mastered the art of building up walls to protect yourselves from heartbreak. But you knew he wasn’t just some guardian who can chase the demons away at night. You weren’t some easy lay or a mere damsel in distress to him either. You both felt you can tell each other anything and everything. The foreign feeling of trust felt amazing. 

     As he slowly opened the heavy door,  you turned around to face him. Practically leaping excitedly into his strong arms. Fingers laced around his firm frame you pulled him in for one last kiss. Smelling his personal scent drove you mad and made your mouth water. Releasing yourself from him, his new felt steady hands on your hips he asked, “So can I message you tomorrow? Will that be okay with you?”  You smiled up at him with beaming eyes full of happiness. “Absolutely, I look forward to it magic man”. He blushed sheepishly and gave you a wink that made your cheeks turn red as well. He found it sexy to see you blush.  

      As you walked away waving at him, you disappeared into the bustling crowd. Taking a chance to steady his breath he glanced down and noticed at that moment that his hands weren’t shaking. There wasn’t even any magic being used this time to tame them he realized. He was slowly beginning to feel like a normal human again. It felt amazing. Feeling this pining in his chest he leaned against the doorframe and pulled out his phone. He just couldn’t wait. He opened the new message portion on his phone and began typing, “I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave” with a grin from ear to ear. He knew next time he saw you he was going to make the attempt to change in his old ways.

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[prince-liest]

Heya! I really appreciate how manage to get each fanfic you write to really carry the voice of the character youre writing about! Like how in the lucifer/angel fic a lot of the text is packed with lucis inner monologue compared to how much dialogue goes on, really gets to how lucifer is really in his own head, and just from the words you use and how you write a reader can see a lot of that inner monologue consists of overthinking and all his other little quirks hes gained from so much isolation and rejection over the years.

When I thought about it, compared to the vox/alastor fic you wrote, its much more dialogue, and a lot of the internal thoughts and text is more observations about vox (some of them sarcastic, others analyzing things like vox's body language) and amusing descriptions of the situation.

Im just wondering, do you plot all these details in your head, or do you jot them down on paper? IMO it seems like in general some fanfics struggle with keeping the character's voice when describing things outside of the dialogue ,and tend to sound like its being narrated/observed by the writer, rather than a look inside how the character thinks/talks. It can be a tricky thing to really get a characters voice down TBH

Thank you VERY much! You've basically just gone and told me, "Hey, you know that thing that you really enjoy doing and is important to you? Yeah, that's great!" hahaha, so please know that this message is greatly appreciated. I LOVE.

I am a huge outliner for every single fic I write, except the occasional single-scene NSFW oneshots that kinda write themselves! But character voice is usually actually not heavily involved in that outline, haha.

I think for my first Proper Fic (TM) on AO3, The Sword of Damocles is Swinging, which was a 60k word character study of Hawks from My Hero Academia, I did do a lot of outlining regarding his characterization and how I wanted to portray that because I felt like if I didn't write all of it down then I wouldn't be able to wrap my head around him. But this type of thing has very quickly become a matter of "code-switching" into a character's head for me, basically. Characterization has always been really important to me, and I remember back when I was in my "1k words is an accomplishment I'm genuinely very proud of" stage of writing, it was the thing that made me the most nervous, because I was afraid of not being able to write characters that felt like themselves.

What actually really helped with this is that I spent like 4 years doing Homestuck fantroll OC roleplay, haha. It was the perfect combination of "these are my characters so I automatically know all there is about them" + "but they are their own distinct characters with different personalities and inner voices, so it's still great practice," and then ofc roleplay being a very rewarding, collaborative, and social activity as well that gets posted in smaller, easier-to-write chunks than an entire fanfic.

For the Hazbin characters, I mostly rewatched some of their big scenes (like most of the Angel episode, or Lucifer's intro) for a reminder and a point of reference, paying particular attention to their body language, the intended vibe of how they're portrayed, and the way they talk, but it's less note-taking and more like that moment before a choir starts singing where the teacher blows a whistle to remind them where that note is, haha.

Anyway, basically, we're all reaping the rewards of me being a long-term roleplayer who's really into writing in third-person limited rather than omniscient. 🤭

An example of one of my actual outlines below the cut if you're still interested! It's chapter one from Happily Ever After, and Other Shit Nepotism Can't Buy because I am Not sharing my nsfw outlines, HAH:

As you can see, some moments are quoted almost directly bc I thought of neat lines while outlining, while others are fairly loosely outlined because I know it's going to be easy to write once I get there and I'm not accidentally already writing it in my brain. Sometimes large chunks of scenes write themselves, like the entire ending to this fic:

#ask #personal #my writing #writing advice #kinda #long post #t #anonymous #the real blessing is that I'm writing in third person y'all #because you can bet your ass I spent ALL those four years writing in Ye Olde Homestuck Second Person POV (TM) #switching over to third person was a doozy #I actually have a couple old fantroll oneshots on my AO3 feel free to check them out if you're curious #I'd say mind the cannibalism but. y'know. you all know what you've signed up for.

[nonclassyparty]

HI BREE! u have anything new tthat u would be willing to show us that u've been working on?👉👈🥺 (don't be thinking u have to but i'm just saying....IF U WANT TOOOOO C:)

(the last teaser for 'seasons out of time' bc i'm actually very excited for u guys to read it i'm enjoying writing it a lot!, coming july 10th hopefully!)

You don't go to his apartment the next morning, if anyone asks you'd say you were running around doing the remaining errands for the birthday party held at Delirium tomorrow night which is not false. 

You've purposefully tired yourself out and kept busy, doing things you maybe didn't even need to do like walking to the flower shop to ask in person if the arrangements were set for tomorrow.

Usually, you would follow San around like a lost puppy, do what he tells you to do and mark stuff off your list from the stupid notebook but today, you barely got out of bed and while you were brushing your teeth, you contemplated just quitting your job,

But, real life responsibilities don't give a fuck if you're a little bit in love with your boss' young lover because you have bills to pay, specifically your mother's hospital bills and then you feel so fucking selfish and ashamed that while you were fucking around and having silly rendezvous with a boy, your mom was laying in a hospital bed.

You need this job.

And pathetically enough, you need Choi San as well. 

You never felt like you needed anyone apart from your mom but here you are now, needing a man with whom your relationship already has an expiration date.

In the late afternoon, after an entire day of running around the city, you finally enter the staff room of Delirium.

You try not to pay attention to the way San straightens out in his seat next to Seonghwa once you walk in, greeting everyone in the room quietly and putting your stuff down.

You can hear him murmur something to Seonghwa before standing up from the couch while you take out your notebook and phone to have it on standby.

"Y/N, I need to talk to you about the decorations." San's clipped voice makes you pause in your actions and you slowly turn around to face him but he's already walking past you and waiting by the door.

You give one last glance to everyone in the room before you follow after him.

He leads you to the smaller staff room where you sometimes hide, it became somewhat of a safe space for San and you in these last couple of weeks as you spent a lot of time there together so you could be alone.

Once you enter, you open your mouth to ask what was wrong with the decorations but it slams shut once his fingers wrap gently around your wrist.

"Hey, hey..." He softly calls out and your heart squeezes at how different he sounds when he's with you alone.

You turn to face him, blinking up at him in question as your nails dig into the cover of the notebook from the nerves.

San's eyes roam your face but when you remain stoic, he lets out a sigh. "I'm sorry. About yesterday...that...that was so fucking awful, you didn't deserve that. I'm so sorry, I had no idea she would be stopping b-"

"It's fine." You interrupt the apology mostly because you'd rather gauge out your own eyes than hear San talk about her.

Or how he most definitely plans which days he'll be with her so he can't be with you.

He seems stumped for a moment, brows furrowing in faint frustration before he opens his mouth, "It's not fine, Y/N, that wasn't okay at all-"

"Yeah, well, what can you do, right?" You ask with a forced chuckle, trying to lighten up the situation. With the fake smile intact, you ask the question that's been weighing on you since yesterday. "Do...do you want to stop?"

San seems to grow even more confused, "Stop what?..." His brows raise as he motions between the two of you, "You and I?"

At your nod, he looks at you like you are crazy. "No, of course not."

Your heart squeezes again. "Then it's fine."

Because you may not know how you ended up in this entanglement with San or what the extent of your relationship is but you do know that he was with Do Jihyun years before you came along, asking him for anything else would be ludicrous because you know the answer. You've only kissed him for the first time last month, he wouldn't choose you just yet. If ever.

So you will continue to put yourself through more humiliation and you guess it's because you love him. 

You think you have loved people before, but you have never felt like this and never have you wanted someone to love you back as much as you want San to and it hurts. You know you might be reading too much into things and seeing signs where there is nothing to see and at one point,  you won't know where the line between wishful thinking and the honest truth lies.

But, you hope there is still some time until that moment comes.

"I understand, San. So don't worry, it's fine." You nod but the fake smile dims even more as your eyes catch onto the reddish bruise blossoming at the side of his neck and you have to blink rapidly as your eyes start to burn.

He notices your gaze and quickly adjusts his shirt, covering up the hickey and visibly growing more uncomfortable.

You clear your throat, the air in the small, stuffy room growing awkward.

"It's not the same." San says quietly and now it's your turn to be confused. He swallows, avoiding your eyes before his lips part again, "With you and me and...me and her, it's not the same."

You quirk an eyebrow, bitterness that has no business being there towards San surfacing. "How so?"

He almost seems shy, cheeks tinting pink as he tugs at his shirt tucked into his pants. "With you it's...I don't know how to explain this," He mutters, chuckling under his breath, "It's...not just physical, r-right? It's not just about the sex, there's something here, right? It's like...dating? I've never dated anyone before but I imagine it to be similar to what I have with you."

...what I have with you.

Blood rushes to your cheeks immediately and you adjust your gaze somewhere else, shifting on your feet as you grow shy as well as you mull over his response. You feel a pang in your chest, wishful thinking taking over once again and faintly imagining a life where you and San were both college students or something or...just free. A life where the two of you were not the people that you actually are.

You've never dated anyone either.

It shatters when he continues.

"With her...it's..."

You frown, looking back up to him, "Are you in love with her?"

"No." San answers instantly with a chuckle, as if the idea is ridiculous although in your head it really isn't. Do Jihyun is a stunning, successful woman. Who wouldn't want that?

"Then what? Is it...a job?" You offer, finding the term 'job' wrong to say. It makes San seem like a...

"No, not a job." He denies quietly, gaze focusing downwards, "I'm a...possession. A plaything to use and parade around behind her husband's back when she gets bored of him. Until she gets bored of me."

"Then you should just leave."

San chuckles, this time he's the one to sound bitter. "You say it like it's so easy but I expected you of all people to understand that it's not."

You frown at that and when he takes sight of your face, he explains. San nods to the notebook in your hand. "I was looking through your notebook last week trying to find the number of the catering service. Saw a hospital bill between the pages."

Your face smooths out at that as you take a step back.

"You don't have to tell me anything but Y/N, if you don't like how it is here then you can just leave." The words are like spiky ice through your heart. You don't know if he understands how much that stung. "You can't because you have your reason as to why you choose to stay that has very little to do with me. I have my reasons, as well."

"I'm doing my best." You defend yourself quietly.

"You're not the only one. So is everyone else."

Then you see it.

If you strip away the fancy clothes, strip him of the nightclub, of the galas and dinners, of the endless nights of decadence...what is exactly left?

Just pure, raw misery.

He is miserable.

In June, you learn that San and you aren't so different after all. 

#san x reader

[impishsensei]

some sunday-themed (+ a little on romance/relationships) headcanons that are mostly just a repost from my old blog, though i'm adding quite a bit more so :3c remember these are just my personal headcanons based on my iteration of gojo ❤️ also it's written in a very rambly/stream of thoughts way so i hope it's easy to follow. under the cut for length!

- irt his sexuality, satoru is best described as bi with a preference for women and fem-aligned people. he loves girls! he's literally that one silly "i don't date ugly girls? why? cuz they don't exist" meme bc he just... idk he adores women. soaks in the attention he gets for being a pretty boy like a fucking sponge he thrives on it (yeah he posts thirst traps). he's a lil bit disrespectful tho bc *ldr voice* you're just a man but he does try <3 basically in his eyes women are everything and men are just ken (not including himself). but he does like guys ofc esp pretty boys. ultimately tho, he rly doesn't care that deeply about someone else's gender... if he wants them he wants them

- more on that... satoru's type is generally someone that's cute + shorter than him he loves the shawtys idk. he tends to like people with more pretty/delicate facial features. he's more of an ass/thighs guy but lbr he's not like... so picky about that he will just go a lil crazy in giving them a lot of attention when yk. in terms of looks tho, his type isn't super rigid... he's just more likely to be super initially attracted to the above traits. outside of the more superficial stuff, they have to accept that they're not his first priority and it'll be extremely hard for him to truly let them in. he might never, actually, and it's extremely unfair and he realizes that, which again, is part of why he doesn't see romance in the cards for himself.

- ik i mentioned this a few times before in other posts but i'll say again he's kind of um... for the streets? not to be a dick tho but just... he wants intimacy, but he can't have true intimacy bc of his job/loneliness/priorities etc so he gets it ya know that way. despite this tho, i think he can actually be very sweet and will get crushes and stuff like that. even when he has fwb i think he'll act a bit too familiar/boyfriend-ish that'll have the other person feeling like "uhm... what are we...?" only for him to get cold feet rip. basically, it's not impossible for him to be in a relationship but i think it'd be hard/very heavy slowburn in a rather unconventional way. i don't think it's particularly hard for him to catch feelings if he's fooling around with someone a lot and genuinely likes them, but he'd be in total denial of that, and when it really dawns on him he'd try to ghost. same if someone he's fooling around with tells him they're falling for him... it's difficult to become his romantic partner and not for the weak of will. (is he even worth the struggle? ksadsa idk)

- if one does manage to bag this disaster of a man and he enters a serious relationship i think he's the type to fall very deeply in love! he's super clingy and possessive and he loves attention. he wants his partner to be obsessed with him like he wants to be certain they are never leaving. he's passionate and loves to spoil them rotten. very much into pda and loves to have a hand on them ALWAYS, be it through hand-holding or a hand around the waist. and yes this means he also can't keep his hands off them irt fucking too . the other day i came up with this hilarious idea that satoru can use rct to fill his balls back up so his stamina is endless. enjoy luvs (and yes he absolutely uses his abilities for stupid shit like this)

- in the bedroom... he's a versatile switch on paper but definitely prefers being a dom and a top. subby satoru is an absolute treat tho, he gets real whiney and bratty and then as a dom he's rly a sadistic tease. also he's got an 8 inch pecker bc ofc he does. bastard.

dirty talk - pls he loves the sound of his own voice he will NOT stfu LMAO also he just... idk.. has an absolutely foul mouth and will describe shit in detail and ask nasty ass questions like um someone put this man back in his enclosure. basically he loves to see his partner blush and squirm from the lewd shit that comes out of his mouth. one of his fave things to do is say smth absolutely disgusting in their ear when they're out and about just to see how it gets his partner flustered

notable kinks:

exhibitionism - he likes to fuck in public and also kinda likes to lowkey let it be known that he's fucking his partner. maybe not full-on getting caught but he loves being risky. he'll place a hand on their ass and grope them when talking to someone or have them walk around with a toy inside and ramp it up to the highest setting when they're ordering at a restaurant. yeahhh

voyeurism - he LOVES sending pics and receiving pics and also he loves to watch his partner touch themselves for him. drives him crazy.

breeding - i mean is anyone surprised. i got nothing else to say just he wants to pump someone full of his honored one seed

praise - this one is more directed at himself. he loves to get his ego inflated but he will also praise his partner lots too bc he wants them to feel good

sado-masochist - it's not super extreme but this does play into how much he loves to tease. he wont hurt them too bad but he does y'know like to overstimulate and maybe slap someone around a bit (esp spanking). choking's on the table too, he loves that shit. as for the masochism... subtoru wants his dick to get stepped on and prob wants to get stabbed idk i feel like he's not used to it and he'd go crazy for it a lil bit.

teasing/edging - kinda prob conveyed heavily already by everything above, but he rly will torment someone with slight touches and act like he's innocent and they're the dirty one bc he wants them to beg for it.. yep loves feeding his ego that way and would def be like "nope you gotta say it!" and he rly will not give them what they want until they spell it out for him. i mentioned above the use of toys, but also sending dirty texts/pics, cockwarming, edging, thighfucking so they can feel it but not where they want it... stuff like that.

idk how to really define this but he would love sexy roleplays like. his partner dressing as a maid or a nurse stuff like that lol also related-ish but he v much enjoys seeing his partner dress in sexy clothes to entice him (like lingerie or rly revealing stuff)

not rly a kink but he loves eating pussy/sucking dick/eating ass he will do it all day it will double as rct to his brain anyway this is all i can think of for now, there's way more trust me this man is a total pervert we are fr just scratching the surface here <3 i hope this makes sense and helps u all see more into this little gremlin freak's mind. to anyone who read this thank u and also i am sorry for subjecting u to this

#╰┈➤ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟɪɴᴅꜰᴏʟᴅ ꒰ headcanon. ꒱ #╰┈➤ 'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏɴ' ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ɢᴇᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꒰ nsfw. ꒱ #// i wanted to make a lil hc banner for this too but im lazy rn i'll add it later