#A snake hug would leave you feeling very hugged for quite a while

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Hey you, I enjoy you writing tremendously and I had an idea for Aemond x Reader where reader is from lets say the last great valyrian house next to Targaryens and Viserys wants to join houses. Reader meets Aemond and she is very witty, arrogant but also very kind and soft with Helena. I would love to see the reader correcting Aemonds valyrian and how he reacts to this (of course he has also growing feelings for her that he doesnt know how to show but he slowly opens up to her).

Hope I wasn't too all over the place and thank you a million times if you do this! Love u^^

thank you, I appreciate that! sorry it took me a while to get this done, I had my last week of work before my break <3 hope you like x

Always Meant to Be.

PAIRING: Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader

WORDS: 1,716.

WARNINGS: fluff, soft!Aemond.

A/N - in this AU reader is Rhaenyra's and Laenor's biological daughter, Rhaenyra gave it another go to have a child with Laenor, and that's reader :) So she'd be the second eldest born.

Plans of your future, specifically of your betrothal, had begun cementing since you'd first bled. You were a young maiden now, and as much as your family loved you for your wit, humour and kindness, you were a pawn that could be used as an advantage for this greater game.

Your beloved mother, heir to the Iron Throne, Rhaenyra Targaryen, and your dearest Grandsire, the Sea Snake, Corlys Velaryon, had both methodically contrived the plan to wed you to one of your Uncles, a son of your Grandsire the King's from his second marriage to Alicent Hightower. Although, the princes and princess were in actuality your mother's half-siblings, being much closer in age, you'd developed closer bonds to them, having grown up alongside them. Although since your mother decided to take leave to Dragonstone, it had been a fair, few years since you'd last seen them, especially after Aemond's incident with your youngest brother, Lucerys.

Nonetheless, they'd proposed the idea to the King numerous times and Viserys was keen as ever to the betrothal.

"A great idea to solidify the union between the great houses of Old Valyria."

And so it was decreed that Aemond Targaryen was to be wed to Y/N of House Velaryon, on her 21st Name Day.

From the earliest, fond memories you had of your older Uncle, Aemond, this union was something that did not displease you in the slightest. Although having not heard of his reaction to the news, and considering that the last time you'd seen each other, the young prince was engulfed in rage towards your family, having lost his precious eye. Your intuition led you to believe he'd probably felt ambushed and disproved of the arrangement.

Although, many of your closest maids convinced you that often no reaction also meant something good.

"It means he does not disprove of the union, your Grace-" Your dearest maid, Penny exclaimed, as she amended the final touches of your evening gown.

You took a deep breath in, feeling slightly less anxious having shed a new perspective on the matter. You were not normally this anxious, nor would you rattle so easily. So why the sudden change?

You'd rationalised that perhaps the haste preparations being made for your arrival to King's Landing, as your 21st Name Day was only a few short months away, the reality was becoming palpable. Your family would attend with you on your travels, until the marriage was certified and only then would they leave you to settle into the domestic life.

Your mother and many septas had trained you for quite sometime, although, you'd paid no mind, remaining blissfully ignorant to your lessons, for a betrothal felt a lifetime away. Seeing everyone's eagerness, and the arrangements being made however, you'd begun to feel the pressure build.

****

"Ah! Our beautiful bride to be, look at how much you've grown my dearest granddaughter," Viserys cheerfully gleamed, embracing you in a long, yet weak hug.

Since the last time you'd seen your Grandsire, it seemed that time did not treat him so well, for his health had deteriorated greatly. Although here he stood, unphased by his condition, he was adamant on sealing the union.

"Thank you Grandfather, I have missed you."

As your mother and siblings continued on with the reunion, did you begin to scan the room for your husband to be, and yet he was no where to be seen.

In fact the only one present, excluding Viserys and Alicent, was Helaena, who seemed much more excited for you and Aemond than you had yourself.

"Oh, thank the Gods, that you are to marry Aemond. I always did see you more as a sister than as my niece!"

As she released you from her hug, she'd noticed your friendly smile fade, and did not waste a second to question.

"Well, since my arrival I have not yet seen Aemond, nor has he sought me out, and he is the one I am to marry. Is he not keen on the marriage?" You uttered, low enough for no one else to hear your yearning. You held Helaena's hands tightly in yours, unable to maintain eye contact, as you looked towards the floor and then back up at her.

A half-hearted smile appeared on her face, tilting her head slightly to the side, as though slightly amused.

"Come come now, I will take you to him."

****

The gust of the soft breeze, blew across your face and though your hair, as Helaena tugged your arm, guiding you down the stony steps into the muddy training yard. You hadn't a split second to take study the scene, until your eyes were met with Aemond's.

"Brother, dearest-" Helaena called out longingly, as she braced her younger sibling into a warm hug, before standing by his side, as she turned to face you. Those training with Aemond pause for a brief moment, to respectfully bow out of both your presence before resuming their practice.

"Your beloved wife to be has arrived. Had you gotten so nervous that you'd forgotten? You were oh so eagerly counting down the days!"

"Enough, Helaena." Aemond deeply exclaimed. His face remained stoic, as he slyly rolled his eyes to his sister's childish laughter. Her innocence hadn't changed, you'd noticed.

He returned his gaze onto you. The boy you'd once remembered, gone, as a taller, much more brooding and dignified man stood in his place. The bloodied eye that was slashed out, now a prominent scar remained in place, hidden beneath a black, leather patch. His hair, much more longer now, paid greater homage to the unearthly qualities that belonged solely to House Targaryen, similar to your mother's.

Out of not control, you could feel your cheeks reddened with blush, as Aemond's eye remained fixated on you. It was an unfamiliar feeling.

"You have grown, Y/N. Nykeā ābra sir." He uttered, his eye wandering over your body slowly, very attentive to your every detail.

"That is the natural course of life, I'm afraid Uncle. Although, nyke umbagon nykeā riñnykeā nykeēdrosa, bona iksos lo ao issi nēdenka enough naejot complete se gaomon. [I remain a maiden still, that is if you are bold enough to complete the deed.]"

"Hmm-" Was all he managed to sound, a half-hearted smile gleaming on his face, as he took slow strides towards you, only inches apart, although his figure towering your own. Though, you remained silent and unphased.

"Gaomagon daor fret, byka mēre. Hae nykeā dutiful valzȳrys, nyke intend naejot satisfy se jorrāelagon hen issa ābrazȳrys... Thoroughly.[Do not fret, little one. As a dutiful husband, I intend to satisfy the needs of my wife…Thoroughly]"

Instinctively, you let out a giggle not in reaction to his response although much towards his pronunciation, his Westerosi accent was thick. The maesters in Dragonstone were not as foreign to the proper Valyrian vocabulary, alongside your mother's help, you excelled in the language.

"It seems I already have a task at hand as your wife. To teach my poor husband the proper pronunciation of our Mother Tongue. The maesters from Old Town have failed you, it seems-" Your hand modestly covering your mouth as you chuckle.

Vexed as he rolled his eye, his smug smile disappearing, as he heard his older sister rejoice in laughter with you. His head snapped towards her direction, causing her to freeze, before he stormed off into some passageway, leading to the castle.

Oh, I hope he knows I did not mean to anatagonise him. I just couldn't help myself!" You reasoned with Helaena, who reassured you that Aemond was a perfectionist, and had thought (up until now) that he peaked in the language.

"He is a man grown, Y/N, he will be fine."

****

Nonetheless, your guilt got the best of you. After giving yourself time to settle, and time for Aemond to cool off, you sought your betrothed out. Much to your relief, he was not difficult to find, your intuition had told you to search in the library, where you would find him from time to time as children, his nose buried in some book.

"A-Aemond, dearest-" The tenderness of your voice alerted him, as his gaze swiftly turned towards your direction. He did not seem displeased to see you, although nor did he seem jovial.

"Have you come to humour yourself more with my Valyrian? Probe for some more criticism before making judgement of your husband?" He spat, before returning his attention back on the pages laid before his lap.

"No, I-I do want to apologise about before. I truly, did not mean to vex you. Forgive me, it has been a while since I've heard such accents, I am only used to my family's."

A defeated sigh escaped his lips, before his focus softened on you. He shut the book closed, before resting it down on the wooden table beside his seat, as he stood himself up.

He walked towards you, both his hands gripping your sides. He's pressure was tight although not in a hurtful sense, although it felt more reassuring.

"It is alright, you should forgive me, Y/N. It has been so long since I had been exposed to your wit. It seems there is a lot we both need to catch up on."

One hand released its hold on you, reaching up to your soft cheek, as his thumb grazed over your skin, right down over your lips.

"Perhaps you'll still be interested in correcting my Valyrian, private lessons of course," He uttered, noticing his lips licking before emphasising on the 'private'.

He was focused on you, although his eyes festering over your moist lips.

Again, through no control of your own, you felt a gentle smile beaming across your face, feeling no shame this time.

"Surely we do not have to wait for marriage to kiss."

Your unfiltered response ignited a deep chuckle from Aemond, its sound warming your heart.

"Of course not, gevie [beautiful]. We were always meant to be."

Where his thumb grazed over your lips, his own crashed down against yours, as you shared a passionate moment. All the worries that had previously troubled your mind, of Aemond's feelings towards the betrothal, vanquished.

He was to be your dutiful husband, as you were to be his loyal wife.

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[edosianorchids901]

Our Outcast State

For the Ace Omens Hugfest 2024! Prompt - "a hug from behind"

Aziraphale tilted his head, watching the humans as they played and laughed and touched each other. He’d spent much of the past decades watching the humans from afar. They seemed so happy together.

Aziraphale wasn’t allowed to socialize with them, of course. Angels couldn’t become involved with the things of the world.

But oh, being alone made his tummy ache in such a strange way. The ache got worse whenever he saw humans wrapping their arms around each other and squeezing. It seemed to be very soothing for them. Whenever there was a sad human, one of the others hugged them, and then everyone smiled so much.

He put his arms around himself and squeezed. It felt quite odd, and it didn’t make him feel much like smiling. Perhaps it didn’t work with just one person. But it wasn’t as though he could walk up to a human and hug them. They didn’t know him.

“Oh!” He clapped his hands together as the realization hit. “Yes. Yes, that will be lovely.”

Cheered up already, Aziraphale wandered out of the tiny village and down a narrow path through the reeds that lined the riverbank. He’d seen Crawley over here just the other day, at the edge of the marsh trying to talk to some of the local snakes. They hadn’t seemed to understand what he was saying, and Crawley left with a rather dejected look.

Well, now Aziraphale knew just how to cheer him up! A nice hug, that would do the trick. And then he would smile, and Aziraphale would smile, and they would be quite happy together.

Dusk fell before Aziraphale found his adversary. Crawley stood near the river, head tilted back, gazing up at the glittering stars as they peeked out through the lavender haze. He was turned away from Aziraphale, but his expression was no doubt quite glum again. It always got glum when he saw his stars. He seemed to miss them very much.

This really was the perfect time for a hug, when he already needed cheering up. Aziraphale walked up behind Crawley, wrapped his arms around the slender waist, and squeezed.

Instead of smiling, Crawley screamed.

“Oh!” Startled, Aziraphale let go at the same time that Crawley wrenched against the hold. Crawley slipped in the mud, teetered for a moment, and then toppled into the river with another cry. “Oh, Crawley! Here, let me help.”

Aziraphale splashed into the water and reached out, but Crawley struck his hand away. “What the Heaven are you doing?”

“I… I…” Sudden tears rose, and Aziraphale found it hard to breathe. “I wanted to hug you.”

Crawley seemed to be having trouble breathing too, but in an entirely different way. He sprawled in the shallows, hand pressed to his heaving chest. He took quick gasping breaths, breaths that just kept speeding up, breaths that raced entirely out of control.

“Oh no. Oh no.” Trembling, Aziraphale knelt in the shallows too. He clutched his hands together, trying to prevent himself from reaching out. “Crawley? Crawley, did I hurt you? Oh, of course I did. I’m so sorry, that wasn’t my intention at all, I just—”

“Shut. Up,” Crawley gritted. He huddled forward, breaths wheezing now, and squeezed his eyes shut. “M’ fine, just leave me alone.”

A few of Aziraphale’s tears escaped, and he hastily wiped his cheeks. As his hand was rather wet from splashing in the river, he only managed to make that situation much worse, too.

“I’m sorry.” Instinct screamed at him to stay, to guard Crawley while he was clearly in distress. But it was Aziraphale’s fault that he was in distress. “I’ll go. I’m sorry.”

Before he could rise, Crawley grabbed his wrist. Crawley’s lips moved a few times, as if he’d tried to speak and failed. His eyes had gone quite glassy, and he swayed slightly as the gentle rippling water flowed around them.

Unsure what to do, Aziraphale stayed entirely still and just let Crawley cling to his wrist. That did seem to be helping, at least somewhat. Crawley’s breaths slowed after a while, and his shoulders relaxed.

Finally, he looked up with still glassy eyes. “Aziraphale? Sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. But seriously, come on, why did you think it was a good idea to sneak up on me like that?”

“I… don’t know. I knew you’d be sad, because you miss your stars, and I just thought it was the perfect moment for a great big hug to cheer you up.” Now that he said it, it sounded like rather poor reasoning. “But why did you scream?”

“Because you snuck up on me! Didn’t know if you were attacking me, or planning to toss me in the river, or what.” Crawley snarled, looking around at the water. “I mean, I guess you did toss me in the river.”

“I certainly did not,” Aziraphale said, indignant. “You tossed yourself in the river while attempting to flee.”

“Demons don’t flee.”

“Whatever you wish to call it.” After a deep breath, Aziraphale calmed himself somewhat. “It was my fault though, I admit. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it would frighten you, Crawley. I just wanted to make you smile.”

Oddly enough, a tiny little smile twitched onto Crawley’s face. “Hhn. Well. I guess I appreciate the thought, even if you did it in a way that made me think you were murdering me.”

“I shall certainly refrain from such things in the future. No more hugs.” Aziraphale’s tummy twisted again, and he pressed his hand to it. “I suppose we ought to get out of the river. May I help?”

Crawley nodded, and Aziraphale helped him to his feet. They clambered onto the bank together, where Crawley paused and looked up again. “Stunning night, isn’t it?”

Aziraphale followed his gaze to the stars above. Aside from the area near the rising moon, which had washed out the surrounding area, they glittered magnificently. “It is, truly. Um. May I ask you a question?”

Crawley, still dripping wet, glanced to him. “Hm?”

“You often look, well. Rather glum, when you’re stargazing.” It might be a mistake to ask this, but it seemed to be Aziraphale’s day for mistakes. “Why do you watch the stars if it makes you sad?”

“Nnnh, dunno.” Crawley gave a little shrug and looked up again. “I like seeing ‘em, even if I can’t hang out there. Same reason you watch the humans even though it makes you sad.”

“What? Watching the humans doesn’t make me sad!” Aziraphale stepped back, quite affronted. Crawley raised an eyebrow at him. “Admittedly, I… I do sometimes feel a bit like…”

“Like an outcast?” Crawley asked, tone bleak.

Aziraphale opened his mouth to argue that he, an angel of the Lord, tasked to watch over humanity, was most certainly not an outcast. Then he thought of how long it had been since he’d seen another angel, and of his orders not to socialize with the humans. He closed his mouth.

“Yup. That’s what I thought.” Blowing out a long breath, Crawley gathered his damp hair and tied it back with a cord. He gnawed on his lip, rocking his weight from foot to foot. Then he gave a little sigh. “Look, I know you weren’t trying to scare me, with the hug. I just… In Hell no one ever touches me unless they’re hitting me.”

“Oh!” Aziraphale clutched his hands together, tummy aching all the more now. “Oh, it’s no wonder you thought I was going to hurt you. I really am truly so very—”

“Seriously, it’s okay.” Crawley gestured, and his dripping robe stopped dripping. Aziraphale found that his own robe was miraculously dry as well. “You couldn’t have known. Bet no one ever touches you either, eh?”

“Um. Well, no.” Aziraphale gave a nervous laugh. “Not even to hit me.”

That was likely an awful thing to say. But Crowley snorted, smiling a little again. “M’ glad of that, at least. But look. My point is… oooh, there’s ducks, look.”

Crawley’s smile widened, and he pointed to the river. Somewhat befuddled by the change of topic, Aziraphale turned to the river. There were indeed ducks. “Oh! That’s nice.”

“Yeah! I like watching them, too. Honestly, being up here and watching everyone else hang out in big groups is loads better than being down in Hell, with those big groups. M’ not exactly a popular guy.” Crawley glanced back at Aziraphale, a bit of an odd look. Intense, as if carefully peeling him apart to inspect his innards. “At a guess, you’re not super popular in Heaven, are you?”

Aziraphale huffed. “There’s no need to be rude.”

“It’s a compliment, angel.” Crawley grinned broadly, and despite the topic, Aziraphale found himself smiling too. Oh. Being around someone happy made him feel much happier. “But anyway, my point is. You are I are in the same boat here, eh? Outcasts of sorts, both among our own lot and here. Seems to me that we should stick together.”

Aziraphale considered that. “Well, I-I don’t know about the same boat. Two boats, near each other, in the same stream.”

“If you like.”

Oh, he liked. He also felt quite guilty for liking. “And what are we supposed to be doing in our two boats, near each other, in the same stream?”

A slightly more serious look returned to Crawley’s face, and he gave a little side to side sway. “I know you said no more hugs, but I wouldn’t mind trying it. Provided it’s not a sneak attack.”

“Oh!” Aziraphale wiggled excitedly. He opened his arms, careful not to move. “In that case. I’d like that very much, if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure. Sounds like it could feel good.” Moving a little hesitantly, Crawley stepped closer, into the circle of Aziraphale’s arms.

This time, Aziraphale hugged him with significantly more caution. He gave a light squeeze, and Crawley squeezed back. “How’s that, my dear fellow? All right?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s nice.” Crawley squeezed him once more, then stepped back. He was smiling. “We could make a habit of that, if you like. It’d probably be good for us.”

Aziraphale smiled in response. “I’d like that very much indeed.”

Crawley turned to gaze up at the stars again, and this time Aziraphale joined him. They stood on the side of the riverbank, happily chatting and enjoying the beauty of Creation together.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #ace omens hugfest 2024

[millionsvash]

could I request smut with a chubby afab reader and tristamp vash? :3 -🐸

Forever and always. We big girls deserve our love.

Characters: Vash the Stampede & Reader Pairing: Vash the Stampede x Reader Word Count: 1949 CW: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Very tiny mention of body image issues, a singular spank, cunnilingus, fluffy smut, lots of praise. No pronouns are used.

Your fingers squeeze at the excess stomach sticking out in front with mild discontent. You don’t hate your body, but you certainly don’t love it either. It’s not something you mull over quite often…but sometimes you could feel your mind amble towards negative thoughts.

One thing is for certain: you look radiant in this new lingerie set!

The way the cups hug your breasts, giving them a lift that makes them full of life. The way the underwear hugs your hips, leaving a small impression on your skin. The color that matches so perfectly with your eyes. You bow forward, admiring your plump rear in the mirror. You were going to give yourself a playful spank, but someone eagerly beat you to it. 

You careen forward in surprise as a hand makes rough contact with your ass, making you reach back to soothe the pain. You turn on your heels to give him a side eye, one that he brushes off.

He’s all smiles and looking at you like you’re a prized wine.

“Sorry, too forward?” Vash teased you playfully. “I just thought you looked absolutely stunning. Quite a surprise to return to."

“Oh, do you like it?” You ask with genuine curiosity. “I’ve been eyeing it for a while. I feel like everything I wear is so…plain. It’s hard to find anything flashy in my size."

You certainly weren’t the only big girl in the town, but many other women your size had taken up sewing to make their own clothes. The shopkeepers decided it wasn’t profitable enough to stock up on bigger sizes if only a tiny handful of customers would actually purchase them. But you didn’t have time to learn that; you already worked your ass off at your job. Any free time was spent doing what you wanted to do or spending time with Vash whenever he visited town.

Vash could see you were a bit lost in thought, but his sweet laugh pulled you back into the conversation. “Sunshine, you don’t need to have flashy clothes. You’re a 10 out of 10 in anything you wear."

How…cheesy. You’re mildly bitter that it made you blush.

“What if I want to have flashy clothes, hm?” You retorted. “Sometimes I want to wear something more than just…neutral colors and cotton clothes."

“Hey now, I didn’t say you couldn’t.” The blonde strolls behind you, arms wrapping around your waist, and gives your tummy a soft squish with his hands. “I said you’re beautiful to me no matter what. There’s a reason I keep coming back to this town."

“Oh, so it’s not the sex?” You quipped.

“That’s a bonus to it. I’m here for you, though."

Damn that man. Why must he always find the words that crack through your hard exterior? Why does every little flirt send your heart fluttering? Where did he even learn to talk like this? He’ll always have you wrapped around his finger, one way or another.

“If you want my honest opinion," He leaned over, his lips pressing against the back of your ear as he spoke in a hushed tone. “My favorite look on you is naked, sprawled out underneath me, making pretty noises.” You practically feel yourself throb at that comment, the blood rushing to your face and between your legs. “May I, Mayfly?"

Fuck it, it’s been 10 months since you last saw him.

You turn your head to the side to glance back at him, giving him a nod of approval. His eyes gloss over with fever. His lips meet yours in a kiss, almost animalistic in the way he drives his tongue into your mouth to explore every inch of what belongs to him. Your hands snake forward, gripping at the fabric of his black turtleneck. His hands find their way to your hips, pulling you into him until your hips are pressed flush with his. He holds you tightly, like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go.

You feel almost dizzy, with Vash giving you little time to catch your breath between each desperate kiss. He growls gently against your lips, biting your lower lip and pulling it into his mouth. He’s hungry—so hungry for you. You taste sweet, and you’re everything he’s needed after 10 long months of running.

You’re forced backwards by his footsteps, striding backwards until he gets you down on the bed. Now in the perfect position, his mouth trails down from your mouth towards your neck, sucking and licking at the supple skin. His tongue traces against your jugular, trailing up towards your jaw, where he peppers you with kisses. Every action he takes switches between affection and animalistic. 

He purposefully straddles your thigh, allowing you to feel his erection. It’s for you, only for you. Only you can make him this hard, and only you can shut down his brain. He needs you, and he won’t settle for anyone else. His hands work on removing your bra, tossing it to the side like it was simple trash. “Mine.” He hisses against your neck, sinking his teeth into your flesh to mark what is his. It draws a gasp from your lips, the pain melting away into a blissful high. Your fingers trace down his torso, hooking into the bottom of his turtleneck, but he stops you, grabbing your hands and pining them above your head. He simply shakes his head at you, clicking his tongue a few times in tandem.

You open your mouth to press him on it, but he silences you by resting a finger against your lips. “I’m not embarrassed, if that’s what you’re thinking.”  Well, that’s enough reassurance for you. You wouldn’t let him doubt himself like that. Whatever his reasoning, it would remain a mystery.

He snakes his way slowly down your body, his tongue hastily finding its way to your breast. He pops your swollen nipple into his mouth, sucking hungrily while twisting and pinching your other nipple between his fingers.

It pulls those pretty sounds from you, and from the soft rumble of his chest, it’s clear he got what he wanted. He releases your nipple with a lewd pop, switching sides to make sure both get the love and attention they deserve. You watch him with glossy eyes, desperately wanting to touch and feel him.

“Impatient?” He coos sweetly as he releases your nipple. "Mmm, fine, I’ll speed up, but we are going multiple rounds tonight.” You laugh, grinning from ear to ear at how ridiculous it sounds out loud. “That’s usually how it goes anyway."  “What can I say? You’re irresistible.” He finally releases your hands, an action necessary as he latches his fingers around the band of your panties, pulling them down enough to expose your soaking cunt to the cool air of the room. He licks his lips, eyeing your slick folds like a 5-star course. “You’ve got the prettiest pussy…” He mumbles, seemingly unaware that he even let those words slip from his mouth. All it did was send a straight shot on heat down there. He pulls your panties down the rest of the way, discarding them in the same direction he tossed your bra. Two firm hands push your thighs apart. The coolness of his prosthetic makes you startled, causing him to laugh. “Sorry, got too excited.” He gives your plump thighs a few good squeezes for good luck before diving headfirst into your waiting heat. His tongue lashes out, pulling your slick into his mouth as he yearns to taste every inch of your pussy.

Your hands fly down, locking into his sweet blonde locks as overstimulation hits you immediately. Yet it’s good—too good. You don’t want him to stop. You let your sweet moans and cute little cries encourage him onward, and he happily obliges.

He traces back and forth, starting from your hole and moving up to your clit, flicking his tongue across it before moving back down. He repeats this pattern over and over, savoring the whimper you make every time he crosses your clit. His free hand is between his legs, pumping his cock in a desperate act of stimulation. His patience doesn’t last forever. He works long enough to get you soaked, finishing off by spelling his name with his tongue over your clit before pulling his mouth away. He admires your flushed face, the way your hair is sticking to your skin, and the lustful gaze you’re giving to him as you try to catch your breath. “So fuckin’ pretty…” He leans down and steals another kiss, using that opportunity to line himself up with your hole. He rubs his cock over your folds a few times, making you arch into his touch. He pulls away, pressing his forehead against yours. “Sing for me, baby.” Vash pushes himself in, nearly stretching you to your limit as he sinks himself into your tight heat. You sing for him, an airy, drawn-out moan escaping as he sinks himself in all the way. You reach up and cup his cheek, opening your eyes half-way to see his satisfied smile. He’s looking at you so lovingly, like you’re the only thing that matters to him at that moment. Two gentle taps to the cheek are the signal he needs to start thrusting. He’s savoring it, pulling almost all the way out before pushing all the way back in. Long, steady strokes in and out of your aching cunt, all just to hear you sing sweetly.

He relishes the way you blabber out his name incoherently, the way you grasp at his face and shoulders frantically, how sweetly you encourage him, and how you let him know how good he makes you feel. He makes sure to reward each sweet utterance with a deep thrust, aiming directly for your gummy sweet spot. “You’re so damn beautiful." Vash whispers softly to you, planting a quick kiss on your lips. He rolls your hips forward slightly, pushing your legs towards your stomach to angle himself deeper. It allows him to thrust faster and draw more noise from you. “That’s it, Mayfly; keep making those pretty noises. You look so beautiful; you feel so perfect.” He showers you in praise. Vash’s eyes never leave your face, afraid he might miss your beautiful expressions if he glances away for even a second. His pace is steady but dominant, hammering away at your insides. “Vash I’m… I’m gonna–” You can’t get the words out; your mind drawing blanks as your climax swiftly approaches. “Where do you want me, baby?” He asks through a grunt. His grip on your thighs gets stronger as he tries to hold back his own release, wanting your answer first before he lets go. “Inside!” You shriek out. Your eyes meet in that moment before both of you enter a state of euphoria. He groans as the way your pussy convulses around his cock feels heavenly, and you blubber and cry as he feels you to the brim, thrusting still as he makes sure to draw both your orgasms out as long as possible. Two more taps, and he knows to stop, his thrusts halting as he remains inside of you. Both of you are sweaty, panting heavily to catch your breath. He looks so pretty, with blonde locks of hair glued to his forehead as he smiles at you. Your heart thumps. You love him so much; he’s the one you want to spend the rest of your life with. He feels the same. He leans down and presses a kiss on your forehead, whispering softly as you recuperate from your orgasms. “Beautiful…you’re so beautiful. I want you forever."

#trigun #vash the stampede #trigun stampede #trigun fanfic #vash #Vash x Reader #Vash the Stampede x Reader #Trigun smut #Trigun x Reader #Vash x Reader smut #breakfast is served!

[fanficgirl429]

Roommate Bradley

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x fem!reader

Warnings: sex

18+ only!

Word count: 1.3k

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The house was unusually quiet as you stepped out of your room. The door to your brother's room was open and you peeked your head inside. His room was a mess as always. Your brother was nowhere to be found. Shirts and pants scattered the floor and the bed was left unmade. The spot on his desk where his keys normally hung was empty so you figured he had gone out for a bit; maybe to the gym. As far as you knew the gym and work were the only two places that he ever went.

You stepped back into the hallway and looked at the closed door, directly across from your room. Very carefully, you took a step towards the door. Leaning forward you pressed your head against it and listened for any sound of movement. Faint snores carried across the room from your brother's friend. He was just crashing here for a few weeks before he found a place for himself. Not that you were complaining though. You quite enjoyed his company- more than you would ever let on to your brother. If he found out what had happened between you and Bradley, Bradley would no longer be around.

Images from the other night filled your head. Bradley with his shirt off, his perfect six pack abs on display. His fingers moving along your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You could feel yourself blushing as your core slightly throbbed. You thought of jumping in the shower to release the tension but decided to hold off. First, you needed coffee.

The two of you had slept together three times since he had moved in. It had been made clear that it was nothing more than just sex. Probably the best sex of your life. It didn’t take Bradley long to figure out what you liked and what you didn’t like. Neither of you were looking for a commitment, it was purely just for fun.

As you walked into the kitchen, you silently thanked Jake when you saw that the coffee had already been made. Standing up on your tiptoes, you grabbed your favorite coffee cup and poured yourself a glass. Black. Just the way you like it.

The small window from your kitchen faced the beach. It was still early but there were people out already. Most people were either walking or jogging. The temperature on your phone indicated that it was already hot outside. With no plans for the day, you decided that you would take your book and go lay out at the beach for the day. It was the best way to relax.

“Good Morning,” Bradley said, from behind you, making you jump.

You smiled at him. “Hi.”

His eyes glanced down at your cup and he made a face. “Please tell me that is not just plain black coffee.”

“It’s only the best kind there is,” you replied, taking a long sip.

Bradley’s hair was sticking out in every direction and he ran his fingers through it, only making it worse. His white t shirt hugged his body, showing off his toned arms while his shorts hung loosely around his hips. He looked extremely attractive. The need for him to touch you only grew with each passing second.

Bradley was fully used to you checking him out. Your eyes scanned him over and you slightly bit down on your lower lip while gently squeezing your thighs together. He knew exactly what was going through your mind.

He placed his cup down on the counter and took a step towards you. You were still facing the window, looking outside when his hands wrapped around your waist. His body pressed against your back as his fingers toyed with the waist band of your shorts.

“You have no idea what these shorts do to me,” Bradley whispered in your ear, gently squeezing your ass.

He snaked around your waist and moved down the front of your body, towards your core. A soft moan escaped his lips when he realized that you weren’t wearing any underwear. A single finger slowly moved along your already wet core before brushing against your sensitive spot. You let out a moan and squeezed your thighs together.

Your body was itching for him to satisfy you. You leaned your head back on his shoulders and looked up at him. His eyes bore into you as two fingers slipped inside of you and began to quickly move in a come hither motion. Your legs moved slightly apart, allowing Bradley to go deeper. He moves his fingers quickly, occasionally rubbing against your bundle of nerves.

He winds you tighter and tighter and it doesn’t take long before you feel your high approaching. Your eyes close as your walls clench around his fingers. Bradley’s free hand helps hold you up as your legs become wobbly. You hold onto the counter in front of you, breathing quickly, satisfied from the pleasure.

Bradley places his hands on your hips and spins you around to face him. His brown eyes look into yours before he places his lips to yours. Together your mouths move in sync and he gently tugs on your lower lips, asking for permission. You part your mouth slightly allowing his tongue to tangle with yours. The kiss is full of need and lust.

Your back is pressed against the counter and Bradley is as close to you as possible. His erection presses against your stomach. Reaching in front of you, you press your palm against his erection, gently squeezing him.

“Fuck Y/N,” Bradley breathes as your hand continues to squeeze him.

Your core throbs uncontrollably as it begs for Bradley to fill you up.

Pulling away from the kiss, your eyes bore into his. “I need you,” you tell him.

Bradley smiles and reaches down to his shorts, pulling them and his underwear just below his ass. His length stands out in front of him, ready to go.

Hands move to your hips and in one swift motion he picks you up and places you on the counter top, coming to a stop in front of you. Your legs wrap around his waist and he reaches down and pushes the material to your shorts to the side. His other hand wraps around his length as he lines himself up with your core.

He slowly begins to push in and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. Once he is all the way in, he waits a moment before he begins to move his hips against yours. Your nails dig into his shoulders as he moves against you.

Quicker and quicker until you feel like you're going to fall apart against him. Your breathing becomes faster and your nails dig deeper into his shoulders.

“Fuck,” you cry as your walls clench around him.

With two more thrusts, Bradley releases inside of you and a string of profanities leaves his lips.

The two of you collapse against each other, catching your breath. The house is quiet, occasional noise from outside drifting in from the closed windows.

Bradley leans down and places a kiss on your lips before taking a step away from you. He reaches out and you place your hand in his and he helps you get down from the counter. His strong hands hold you steady as the two of you walk over to the couch and sit down.

He sits down in the middle and you sit next to him, leaning your back against the arm rest. Bradley pulls your legs on top of him and he rests his arms on your thighs and begins to move them back and forth.

“Don’t tempt me Bradshaw,” you warn him, “I could go for round two right now.”

“Give me a few minutes and we can go again,” Bradley tells you, smiling.

#top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster #rooster x reader #top gun #bradley rooster bradshaw #miles teller #top gun fanfiction #bradley bradshaw x y/n #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley rooster bradshaw smut #top gun smut #rooster smut #rooster imagine #top gun imagine

[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

Boyfriend scenarios :) deku baku shoto

Once again, I'm very sorry this took as long as it did, I will have to admit that I completely forgot that I still hadn't finished the parts from the other characters!

@emmy420 this request was yours and I really hope you find it adequate <3

Also yes I did say I would be posting all day but I wasn't being lazy, it just took me forever to write ichigos and todos scenarios because I like to keep em quite long and I gotta plan what I write and stuff and see if it aligns with canon... Stuff like that, so I was writing literally all day but I was just working on two pieces :)

Masterlist <3

Warning: Some NSFW content, snakes, needles, slight mentions of depressive episode...

Shouto Boyfriend Scenarios, Fem!Reader (SFW and NSFW)

-Part 1

He meets your pets

You have a snake. Now, when Shouto comes over to your house for the first time to come face to face with a California Kingsnake sat snug in its enclure he merely freezes, confused and concerned.

You hadn't said anything about a pet snake, had you possibly forgotten you had one?

"Ah, sorry about Crowbar. Kinda forgot to tell you about him."

Well, that answered his question...

There was something he was even more concerned about though.

"Why did you name him... Crowbar?"

You don't even look at him as you tell him the most concerning thing he's heard in his life, making him do a double take as he thinks about the crisp imagery that you've now planted in his head.

"If someone breaks in, I don't have a Crowbar, but I have him. I reckon he's heavy enough to have the same effect. He is getting a little fat..."

The hotpocket behind you merely blinks at you and moves on from this cursed conversation as fast as he can, trying not to think about what you just said, or the way that you babytalk your pet... Snake... In the background.

"...

So what subject are we studying today?"

"Aw, come on, Sho, don't be like that. Come say hi. He's very friendly, and he doesn't bite."

He doesn't hear the "often" that you mutter under your breath at the end of your sentence, but he doesn't need to. He simply gives the snake an unimpressed look and says hi, like you told him to. He did what you asked, so why do you still want to be mad at him.

"He's not that scary..."

Shouto simply sighs and hugs you around your waist, nodding his head. He's not really afraid of the little... Creature. It's just a little unnerving how it stares at him the way it does.

"Aw, I think he's got a crush on you..."

At this point he's back to being unimpressed as he pulls away from the hug, nonchalantly pulling the schoolbooks from his bag while ignoring you and your little muffled giggles.

He walks in on you changing

You change out of your uniform the second you get back to your room, expecting Shouto, who had come back with you, to be a little longer in the bathroom. You were wrong.

Which is exactly what lead you to this predicament.

Todoroki stands frozen at the door to your room as you slip a shirt on, the both of you still with shock before you snatch your shirt down, now fully in your pyjama clothes.

He had only seen your bra, which was new and pink, since you decided to treat yourself for no reason when you were out with YaoMomo, Tsu, Mina, and Ocha the other day. You were wearing the cute underwear set because even though noone would see it, it still boosted your confidence a little and made you feel pristine.

Noone would see it, you thought.

Well, fuck.

He quickly backs out of the room with an unphazed expression once he recovers though, and shuts the door as he leaves, and what makes this even more embarrassing is that he's just gone back into the en suite bathroom, and you guess he's just waiting there.

What a pure, golden boy. Such a gentleman. You can't stop yourself from snickering, your cheeks puffed as you cover your mouth, trying not to laugh at the situation.

"You-... You can come out of the bathroom now, Sho... You're not banished."

Slowly, the door opens again, more light from the blurred bathroom window flooding into your room as you watch your boyfriend shyly come out, looking you over again as if to make sure that you're decent for real.

"I-... I'm sorry I walked in on you. I would never mean to make you uncomfortable, and I wouldn't do that kind of thing on purpose-"

You cut him off with an exasperated laugh and some over the top hand gestures, letting him know that everything is absolutely fine, and that you know he's not that kind of person. In fact, that's the reason you're laughing about it. You just feel so safe around him, and you're comfortable with him seeing you like that because you know that he's a genuinely good person. It's the very reason you love him after all.

He's so chivalrous and kind, despite the fact that you can be borderline annoying sometimes, and he would never treat you unfairly, or betray the trust that you two have built over the years that you've been friends.

"You're an absolute sweetheart. You know I love you right?"

He definitely knows, and you can tell by the soft smile on his face and the eased, relaxed look on his face as he talks to you.

You get a new piercing

It hurt when you went to get your septum, but it really wasn't that bad. You can recall math tests more painful than that.

Nevertheless, Shouto was there, sitting and watching the needle as it passed through the skin of your nose. He was nervous for you, and wanted to come as emotional support. Really, that translated into "I want to be there so you can emotionally support me as I watch you get this done"

You didn't mind, and he was brave during the appointment, so that's a plus for sure. What was less pleasant for you was the full inspection he did afterwards, when the two of you had gotten back to your house. He tilted your head and stared at your nose until you had to bat his hands away, laughing at his curiosity.

He was just so interested. Why do people do this? Do you have a secret metal quirk he doesn't know about? All sorts of conspiracies were fluttering around that coulourful head of his. He wanted to know why people do this, and why they found it attractive. Most of all he wanted to know why he found it attractive.

It was tender and painful and it hurt to move it. Not to mention the many times he would snicker because you'd accidentally punch yourself in the face and knock it. Changing the sheets? Punch in the face. Itchy nose? Punch in the face, miscalculated where your arm was going while reaching for something? Punch in the face.

He did try to help whenever he could though, and would make warm salt water for you every morning and night so that you could disinfect it. He would buy you wound spray, and cotton buds, and one day he came home with a whole new septum ring for you. He'd said that it reminded him of you and thought it would look cute on you, so he bought it for you, and then refused to let you thank him or pay him back or anything.

You couldn't help but feel your heart tug with every small gesture of love, and the way that he would look after you without you asking.

He sees you crying

The summer almost always bums you out. It's hot and miserable and everybody's going out without you and your motivation goes straight down the drain. You had mentioned this 'summer blues' to your boyfriend Sho, and he'd said that any time you feel like this, you were to call him.

He'd made sure you knew it was of no negative consequence to him, and would never bug, or annoy, or inconvenience him, because you were his first and most important priority. Even concerning hero work. Hes just human like that.

And you trust your boyfriend, and could really do with not spiraling down the dissociative, isolated rabbit hole that makes you want to delete your socials and drop off the map forever. The feeling that makes you want to run away from the real world and hide. At the time it feels nice. It's calming and lonely and you like it, but when you're out of that headspace, it just feels dangerous. It's anxiety inducing to think about.

So as soon as you start feeling like you want to hide away, when you stop replying to text messages and you start muting the group chats, leaving everyone on delivered and refusing to leave the house, you muster up the courage to call your boyfriend. You want your boyfriend. You want a hug.

He answers the call, having been studying in his room to pass the time after a training session, but immediately stands from where he was seated and abandons his work when he hears your shaky breath on the other side of the call, his eyebrows narrowed into a worried frown.

"What's wrong? I'll be there soon. Are you feeling lonely?"

You almost nod your head, straining your voice to whisper through the phone.

"Yea..."

He smiles and makes his way to your house, letting you know when he'll be there, and you hang up the phone to let him walk without distraction. It's only a twenty minute walk.

As soon as your half and half boy is with you, walking through the door, he makes his way to your room and smiles at you, greeting you and telling you how nice it is to see you in your little hermit cave, eliciting a little laugh out of you as a soft thumb wipes away the tears in your eyes.

He helps you run a bubble bath and makes some tea with you, letting you participate in helping him to keep you active and distracted, and the two of you find yourselves enjoying the quality time together.

You keep the door to the bathroom open slightly as you bathe, so Sho can't see you, but he can talk to you through the door every so often, which isn't that uncommon when the two of you have a lazy day together, and you let him use your Netflix and Disney plus since he doesn't necessarily get to lounge or relax as well in his home with Enji Todoroki.

You were glad to give him the break he needed from his family, and he was glad to be here with you and cheer you up. Words can't explain how pleased he felt when you told him how much better you'd felt.

You bleed on his bed

Enji is going to be furious if he finds out. Oh god. You're in trouble.

You wake up, feeling a familiar wetness between your legs and the deeply uncomfortable feeling of blood escaping your body in the slowest possible way. You stare at the stain you left behind, dreading the fact that you're going to have to tell Sho what you did.

Your cheeks glow bright red with shame as you clutch your belly, getting a painful cramp that has you moaning in pain.

This is what wakes your boyfriend up. Groggily, he blinks his eyes open until they're no longer blurred with sleep, taking in your panicked looking form as you sit upright on his bed, staring down at the mattress. At first he thinks you've had a nightmare, it's almost pitch black in the room and it takes a while for his eyes to adjust to the lack of light, but only then does he realise that you seem a little too panicked for just a nightmare.

Your eyes are wide and you tremble with panic and worry, hiding your face in your hands and wracking you brain for answers on what to do about this. Sure Sho might not be as upset about it, but Enji is going to see it sooner or later and you're gonna get some real heat for it. That's fucking humiliating.

Your thoughts are interrupted by another painful cramp, your ovaries causing havoc on the rest of your body right now. You can't help but whine softly, alerting the dual-coloured boy to your problem.

He sits up slowly, frightening you for a second because you were so lost in your own head and your thoughts that you didn't even notice the shift in the mattress or the rustling of the sheets.

"Babe?... Did you... Have some sort of nightmare?"

Oh god. His voice is raw and riddled with sleep and it only makes him sound adorable to you, causing your heart to melt where you crouch in his bed.

You've lifted your butt off of the mattress as to not stain it any more, and when Todoroki notices where your eyes are trained as soon as you move your hands away, he lets out an unbothered little "oh".

'"oh"'?? What is that supposed to mean? You repeat what he said in your head, wracking your brain for answers once again, wondering if it's an angry '"oh"' or just a confused one.

You don't have to worry for very long though, when you feel a hand on your lower back, and a soft little kiss on your cheek.

"Go and take a shower, I'll take care of it and we can go back to sleep. It's okay, it... happens".

The poor boy is a little confused at first, and maybe just a little panicked and traumatised at the sight of fresh blood coming out of your... vagina...? But he recovers quickly so as not to worry you, when he remembers everything that Fuyumi taught him. This is normal for you.

He grimaces, because how women can go through this sort of thing and not be mentally impacted and scarred for the rest of their lives is really beyond him. You must be very strong. Part of him wonders where all of this blood is coming from, too, since he reckons if he bled as much as you, he would be dead in about a minute and a half.

He shakes the thoughts away, wanting to pay attention to you and take care of you, because the sweet thing believes that you're deserving of it no matter what, and when he guides you to the bathroom with the softest towel you've ever felt and leaves his room to fetch some of his sister's pads, you feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

He gives you an entire pack and promises to buy more for you to put in his en suite despite your insistence that he doesn't need to, and he changes the sheets for you and gives you a comfy pair of his shorts and underwear to sleep in.

And when you're both back in bed, cuddling and basking in eachothers' presence, he heats up his hand just barely and uses it to warm you up and hold your belly. He has no idea how much it means to you.

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #mha #bnha #bnha fluff #bnha headcanons #mha fluff #todoroki shouto #todoroki shoto x reader #todoroki x reader #todoroki fluff #shoto todoroki #shoto x you #shouto x you #shouto x y/n #bnha shouto #shouto fluff #boyfriend scenarios #bnha boyfriend scenarios #boyfriend headcanons #shoto boyfriend scenarios #shouto boyfriend scenarios #mha boys #fem reader #bnha x fem!reader

[imagine-a-life-like-this]

Kiss It Better (J.WY)

Word Count : 1910

Warnings : drinking, partying, swearing, slight angst (but mostly fluff)

Synopsis : A drunk confession leads to tears and there's only one way to fix it; kiss it better.

Author's Note : This was a really cute request, and I had a lot of different ideas for it, but this is the one I landed on. I hope you enjoy it 💕

Music spilled into the deserted streets, getting louder the closer she got to the house. There were drunk students sprawled out on the lawn doing varying activities. Some were making out, others were just talking. But she took no mind to it, by passing every single person, and entering the house.

            An overwhelming scent of booze and sweat wafted up her nose, and she wondered why she even came in the first place. “Y/n!” His voice was clearly heard over the music, unsurprising to her due to the fact that Wooyoung is known to be very loud. He practically ran over to her, pushing passed people trying to talk to him, and pulled her into his arms.

            This is the reason she came. Jung Wooyoung, her best friend for as long as she can remember. He had told her about the party weeks ago and she had originally agreed to make an appearance, but with multiple deadlines and other stresses, she had told him she would have to skip out just once.

            But that wasn’t good enough for Wooyoung who took to texting her every 5 minutes telling her to come. Every time his frat threw a party, she was right by his side. Or with one of the other frat members, which usually ended up being Hongjoong. But she would always end up wrapped up in Wooyoung’s arms by the end of the night, without fail.

            “I’ve shown my face, can I go home now?” She asked, pushing away from the hug, trying her best not to breathe through her nose as the scent of alcohol exuded off Wooyoung.

            “You just got here.” He pouted. “I haven’t seen you in two weeks and now you’re here and you want to leave.” She shook her head at her very obviously drunk best friend. Wasn’t Hongjoong supposed to make sure he didn’t drink too much?

            Glancing around the room, she could see Hongjoong chatting it up with his long time crush, answering her unasked question of how Wooyoung could have gotten so drunk. “Well, seeing how drunk you are, I don’t think I should leave you alone. Let’s get you to bed, Woo.” She snaked her arm around his waist to lead him towards his room.

            “Will you stay with me tonight?” He slurred, tripping over the first stair. It happened every single time he got drunk and she wonders sometimes if he does it on purpose as a way to pull her closer.

            Physical touch has always been a love language of Wooyoung’s, and when they first met, and for the first few years of their friendship, she had no problems with how touchy he got with her. She had quite enjoyed all the movie nights curled into his side, wrapped up under the same blanket despite there being multiple other ones that one could use. Or the mornings she would wake up with him clinging to her even though she clearly remembered falling asleep alone the previous night.

            But over time, she noticed some changes. The way her skin would burn with every lingering touch. How her heart would speed up every time his face was close to hers. She would glance at his lips while he spoke and wonder how they would feel against her own.

            She hated the way jealousy would bubble up when a girl would hit on him in front of her. Or how her heart would break every time he laughed when someone asked if she was his girlfriend. These things never used to bother her. He never used to effect her like this. She used to see him as just a friend, but that wasn’t true anymore.

            In true rom-com fashion, she fell in love with her best friend. One day he was her idiotic best friend and the next he was the endearing guy that was always there for her. “Please stay with me.” He whispered after hearing no reply to his question.

            “Okay.” Why did he have to be her only weakness?

            The upstairs was only slightly quieter, the music still loud, but the people were scarce. Despite Wooyoung’s entire body weight leaning onto her, she got him to his room pretty easily, quite used to drunk Woo. “Wear my shirt. I like seeing you in my clothes.” He let go over her to lift his shirt over his head, handing it to her with a smile.

            “Wooyoung, I’m not going to wear your sweat covered, booze smelling t-shirt to bed.” She protested, causing him to pout and whine at her, shoving the shirt into her hands. “You’re such a baby when you’re drunk.” She giggled to herself. “Can I at least wear a clean shirt?” His face lit up as he nodded, rushing over to his dresser, and throwing open the t-shirt drawer.

            “This one!” He shoved a simple black, crew neck tee into her hands, pulling a similar one over his own head. “We can match!” Why is he so much cuter when he’s drunk? It’s not helping the growing fondness in her heart, or the ache she felt when she remembered that he was just her friend.

            “Okay. But we also need shorts to wear.” Without a second thought, Wooyoung just pulled his pants down, proudly showing her his boxers.

            “Boxers are like shorts.” He chuckled, quickly sliding into his bed. “You can sleep in your underwear too!” He looked at her with childlike wonder in his eyes, and though she really didn’t want to, she gave in, disappearing into his bathroom to change, and wash her face of any makeup.

            When she came back, she had expected him to be asleep already, but he was still sitting exactly where she left him, same childlike wonder in his eyes. “Wooyoung, you need to sleep now.”

            “I just wanted to see how pretty you looked in my shirt.” He pouted, making grabby hands at her, signalling that he wants cuddles. She placed her clothes on the chair in the corner of his room before crawling in beside him, Wooyoung immediately pulling her into his arms. “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, Y/n.”

            He was tracing shapes into her exposed skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. Her heart was racing as he wrote I love you over and over into her skin, peppering short kisses onto her shoulder each time he finished. Jung Wooyoung was not good for her health. “Wooyoung.” She said sternly, but he didn’t say anything, just continued writing on her skin. But when she went to speak again, she heard a sniffle, causing her to whip around in his arms to face him, quickly noticing the tears falling down his cheeks. “Hey, talk to me, What’s wrong?”

            She cupped his face so she could wipe away the tears, but they just kept coming. Wooyoung was a clingy drunk, a childish drunk, a danger seeking drunk, but he was not an emotional drunk. He was the kind of drunk that would jump off the roof into a pool and then wrap you in a tight hug, getting your clothes all wet, laughing in your ear the whole time. But he was not the kind to talk about his feelings, let alone cry.

            “I’m scared if I tell you, I’ll never see you again.” He could barely meet her eyes, and that hurt her more than anything. Never in their years of friendship had Wooyoung ever been so afraid to tell her something that he couldn’t even look into her eyes. “You abandoned me for 2 weeks and I have never felt so lonely. I don’t know what I’d do if you left permanently.”

            “Wooyoung, no matter what you say to me, I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me for the rest of your life, okay?” Slowly he looked up, as if they were filming a cheesy rom-com and the two main leads were meeting for the first time.

            “Even if I told you I’m in love with you?” All her movements halted. She stared into his eyes, looking for a sign that he was lying, that he was pulling her leg, pranking her, anything. But all that she could see was more tears welling up the longer she stayed silent. “I knew it.” He whispered, averting his gaze once more, pulling her hands off his face, and turning away completely.

            This caused her to snap back to reality, allowing his words to fully process in her mind. He had just confessed, and she said nothing. How could she not say anything? “Woo, look at me.”

            “Wooyoung is sleeping now.” He mumbled, but she could still hear the sob he choked back. She slid out of bed and walked to the side he was facing, gently grabbing his face in her hands so he couldn’t look away. She could feel his face burning under her touch, bringing a small smile to her face.

            “Did you mean it?”

            “Of course I did. I’ve been in love with you for so long. Everyone says I’ve been so obvious with my feelings that you obviously knew and just didn’t feel the same. And that’s okay, I can’t force you to love me, but I really don’t want you to leave. I can deal with you not loving me back, but not having you at all, that would be hell. So please-“

            She cut him off with a kiss. Gently pressing her lips to his, telling him to shut up with a sweet gesture. His lips were a lot softer than she imagined. They tasted salty from the tears still streaming down his cheeks mixed with the booze he had earlier, but that didn’t stop her from getting addicted to the feeling of his lips on hers. “Who said I don’t love you?” She whispered once she pulled away. “Because they couldn’t be more wrong.”

            “Holy shit, you just kissed me.” She laughed, slightly shaking her head at how cute he was being. “Oh my god, you just said you loved me.” His eyes went wide as he stared at her, and she just nodded. “Can I get another kiss?”

            “In the morning, if you still remember everything that happened, you can have as many kisses as you want.”

            “I’ll never forget this moment. Now come back to bed.” He pouted, wrapping his arms around her waist, and pulling her on top of him, before rolling onto his other side, successfully getting her into a spooning position. “I love you.”

            “I love you too, Woo.”

~

            The sun was shining through the window, but that’s not what woke her up. Wooyoung was peppering kisses all over her face, barely missing her lips each time. “Oh good, you’re awake!” He then pressed his lips to hers in a series of small pecks.

            “Well this is certainly a nice way to wake up.” She giggled, slowly sitting up. “So I’m guessing you remember what happened last night?” He nodded, the biggest smile she’s ever seen plastered on his face.            

“And if I remember correctly, you said I could have as many kisses as I want. And I want them all.” Before she could say anything else, he had tackled her onto the bed, pressing kisses all over her face once again, before placing a kiss on her lips. Multiple I love you’s were whispered in between kisses, making up for all the time they had lost hiding their feelings behind friendship.

#ateez imagine #ateez x reader #ateez au #ateez #jung wooyoung imagine #jung wooyoung x reader #jung wooyoung au #jung wooyoung fluff #park seonghwa #kim hongjoong #jeong yunho #kang yeosang #choi san #song mingi #jung wooyoung #choi jongho

[dreamties]

Bo Sinclair General Relationship HCs

A/n- A while ago (like, last year while ago), realized that I had never actually written anything for a lot of the characters on my list. So, I wanted to change that. Dug up this work from my drafts and edited it for y'all to enjoy! <3

One for Vinnie is already in the works!! and i believe i already have a post for Lester <33

T/W: Bo should be his own warning (he's kind of mean), very vague nsft implications

despite the way he treats his brothers- he does love them. Vinnie and Les rr all he's had for so long ! he just doesn't know how to show them he cares, since all he really knows is the pain and hurt his parents (especially his mother) caused him.

of course that doesn't make everything he does okay! but at least it helps to explain the cold and hard exterior he always has. not only is he capable of showing kindness- he actually has a very soft nice side to him. it's just difficult to reach that layer.

when the two of you first meet, he thinks ur cute and flirts with you. who knew that he'd be letting you live that fateful afternoon...

after that first encounter- Bo's gonna seem like a total asshole at first. (well- he is)

it takes months...but he does warm up to your presence after a while. he still doesn't totally trust you. he had been keeping a very close eye on you, making sure you wouldn't leave. but he loosens up and lets you explore town by yourself more. not constantly stuck by your side.

any touch or affection that's on the spicier side is likely to develop in the first few months. the soft side of him can take years to fully unravel though...

god damn is he handsy. always has a hand on ur ass ( discreetly hidden in ur pant pockets, or on display for anyone in town to let them know HEY. ur fuckin taken >:( )

not much of a hugger. especially in public. exceptions to this are: holding uu or being held by you while the two of you sleep OR if one of uu is upset. hugs and gentle touches when he's angry always calm his nerves a bit.

what touches and when they're okay takes a lot of experience of situations to figure out. Bo isn't straight forward with his feelings. You have to infer and make mistakes and fuck up a lot to really understand him

also !! picking uu up and twirling uu around as an occasional greeting <3

okay honestly?? he's a total flirt but also a bit of a romantic. like Classic Romance.

there's not much good that came from his upbringing- but he learned to be quite the gentleman and knows how to treat his partner right (sort of...not really) (you probably have to teach him to be kinder and more gentle to ya- he'd work on that for you, though <3333)

like, I think he'd get his S/O roses or your first date would be at their fake movie theater set up. Bo would flip through a few of the old reels, settling on whichever one seemed the least boring. it would be only you and him (and several wax figures). maybe you'll rest your head against his shoulder as you watch the film, he'll snake an arm around you, pulling you ever so slightly closer. holding a small conversation filled with passing remarks and stupidly flirtatious lines. which begins in small whispers and ends in uproarious laughter. you leave before the movie even ends (Bo will deal with it later), and you just can't help keeping your eyes off him.

(he's quite the charmer, isn't he?)

back to physical affection with him !! his kisses are more often than not- rough. They don't meld or connect to yours- they don't Try to. they'll bruise and hurt you.

yet, at the end of the night, he'll peck little kisses on your face and lips and down your neck.

is very keen on using terms like: gorgeous, beautiful, handsome, etc when referring to you. like, instead of your name lol

he'll just lean against the door frame, seeing you plate the table for dinner- for him and his brothers. a smug smirk on his face as he ogles you.

"hey gorgeous, miss me?" he'll say. putting his fingers beneath your chin, lifting your face so you could see each other better. kiss the corners of your mouth, lick the sweetness from your lips.

you'll turn your gaze to him. surprised by him. not by how nice he's being (you know your boyfriend, and your friend could also be a real sweet fellow if he tried), but from his sudden appearance. he didn't usually seek you out when you cook or bake.

face melting into an adoring, eager expression when your eyes finally meet his.

"bo," you'll smile. "good to see ya down so early. what's got ya so excited?"

he'll smile and press a dozen kisses across your body. "to see you, darlin."

also, while i imagine Bo sees himself more fitted for a traditional relationship- man/woman, him doing the work, his gal staying at him to cook and such. . . he's known to surprise folks every once in a while. he doesn't mind who or what you are- either way he's gonna be a curmudgeon till you grow on him.

despite Bo's personal feelings- he'll try to apologize to you when he fucks up. he doesn't really do apologizes- especially if he thinks he's in the right.

he hates seeing you all upset, especially from something that he's done- he'll treat you extra special whenever he messes up <33

who knows . . . maybe Bo will even change and grow as a person for you hehe

#bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x y/n #slashers x reader #slashers x you #slashers x y/n #slashers imagines #slashers headcanons #bo sinclair imagines #bo sinclair headcanons #house of wax #queue tag #reblogs appreciated #most of this is from like a year or two ago but <3333 #thats alright folks #there will always be new chances to write him in the future !!

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Monster fucker AU for MJ!

Athletic swimmer!Rudy loves to take long swims out in the ocean to prep for competitions. He doesn’t know that a lust driven mermaid!Alejandro has been watching him for quite sometime. One night, Alejandro makes his move and Rudy discovers a thing or two about mermaid anatomy…

Very much inspired by: https://twitter.com/saltyfrites/status/1402671537166045187?s=46&t=xKe0dvDrTOGK3xanizYnKQ

No specific kinks!

I’m glad my mom’s dead so she’ll never know what cursed things I write to please you guys. Love the requests! Thank you so much for the tweet, helped inspire a lot of this -MJ

Jesus christ, MJ, what is wrong with you?

I'm just joking dw -MJ

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Alejandro was out of his mind. Everyday, he’d seen him swim right over his home, almost completely undressed. He was fit. Toned muscle and beautiful tan skin. Alejandro want to lick over his abs, bit along the tight ridges of his shoulder. Several of his dreams lately had revolved around him and he felt like he was going out of his mind, constantly waking up aching for release. Thanks to Rudy talking to himself, Alejandro knew his name, that he was ‘single’ whatever that meant and that he had a cat. 

His tail swished, long and well decorated with dark red frills. Along his back and sides were scales that faded into soft human skin. He wondered if he’d be attractive to a human. He’d seen several who looked vaguely like his upper half, but that wasn’t much to judge on. His teeth were much sharper and the lower half couldn’t exactly be looked over. 

No matter. Rodolfo was going to be his today regardless. 

He planned meticulously, swimming far enough under that he couldn’t be seen. Over the weeks of watching him, he learned that he couldn’t see very far down at all which was funny considering how much time he spent in the water. 

His prey had worn blue shorts today that hugged tightly around his body, leaving so much skin exposed. Alejandro almost attacked him, but he waited and waited. Until they had slowed down and moved as if he was heading back. It was far enough away that no one would notice or hear. 

(Alejandro had tested the different distances, accidentally luring several people in to find who was stuck out there)

He grabbed their legs, admiring the warmth between his fingers. He looked up, seeing Rodolfo freeze. Rodolfo tried to kick him but he quickly moved between his legs, grabbing a handful of his hips. 

Alejandro wrapped his arms around him, staring at him. His dark eyes meeting Rodolfo’s with a scary amount of intensity, even if he wasn’t a monster from the deep. 

Rodolfo froze and Alejandro quickly took his shorts off, eager to get his hands on him. He had picked up Spanish a while ago so he listened to him.

“What are you doing?? What are you??” He tried to wiggle in his grasp but it was a little pointless.

Alejandro didn’t bother answering, kissing along his thighs and finally getting to do what he had dreamed about. His tongue snaked its way along Rodolfo’s cock, pulling him further in the water until Rodolfo had to tilt his head back to keep his nose above water. 

“What are you… ah…” He broke off into a beautiful little whimper, getting hard. Alejandro had to be careful of his teeth, so he stuck to gently licking before finding Rodolfo’s hole. He pressed his tongue in, feeling him thrash. Those soft hands gripped Alejandro’s hair, yanking hard. 

His tongue was long and thick enough to stretch him if the shudders and whimpers were anything to go by. Rodolfo moaned properly when he brushed something inside him so he kept up pressure there, happy to work him open like this. Carefully, he pushed a finger inside him too, needing him prepared.

“Please…” Rodolfo let out a small cry at the feeling. “Don’t stop.” 

The fact that Rodolfo was enjoying this so much went straight to his cock. Alejandro slid his tongue from him and shoved two more of his fingers, spreading them before crooking them into a come hither gesture. He had to hold on to Rodolfo tight, careful to keep his head above water but the neck down submerged. While he stretched him, he kissed along his abs, tongue darting out again to trace the line of his abs. 

“You’re so pretty.” Alejandro mumbled, voice carrying through the water.

“So you can talk!” Rodolfo lightly hit his shoulders, but it was very ineffective. 

Alejandro laughed and rose a little more in the water, kissing along his shoulder and forcing a fourth finger into his tight body.

Rodolfo let out a a harsh moan and grabbed onto his biceps tightly, fingers digging into his skin.

“Come on. I think you’ve stretched me enough.” He leaned his head on Ale’s shoulder, rocking back a little. 

Alejandro didn’t think so, but he decided to trust him. He moved closer, face to face. Rodolfo immediately leaned forward, brushing their lips together. Alejandro didn’t get it, but he brushed them back, deciding he liked the warm feeling it gave regardless. He readjusted them so he was floating and Rodolfo was on top of him, his hands gently roaming over his skin. They mapped out his scales and where his skin blended along his body. Alejandro reached down and moved the ruffles, to try to line his cocks up with Rodolfo who immediately jerked back.

“Oh God that’s not going to fit in me.” His warm hands traced along one of them, the ridges and the more pointed headed. One may have been fine, but apparently two was a bit much. Alejandro hummed, planning on making them fit. He grabbed Rodolfo and readjusted them, pinning his arms to his sides and lining him up. Rodolfo tensed a little as they pressed against his entrance. Alejandro started to slide in, watching Rodolfo’s face carefully. 

At first it was a mix of embarrassment and clear pleasure all over those pretty features before he was lightly hitting Alejandro’s chest, whimpering.

“Too much…” Alejandro stopped, admiring him. He was barely inside, but it was clearly a lot for him. Rodolfo panted softly, eyes closed before he swallowed thickly.

“Let me… Just… ah.” He pressed down, sliding another inch in before whimpering. “Just stay still.” 

Alejandro nodded, hands busying themselves with Rodolfo’s cock. He was just as hard as he was. His finger trailed along a vein and Rodolfo moaned before rocking his hips. It was slow and Alejandro’s self control was growing thin, but Rodolfo managed to fit him all in. He was flushed and his eyes were glazed over, helplessly rocking his hips against him. When Alejandro looked down, he noticed an imprint on his stomach from where he was buried inside him. He traced the outline of his own cock in Rodolfo’s body, fascinated. Poor thing was so far past his limits. 

“Slowly, please.” He pleaded softly, pretty brown eyes blinking down at him. 

Alejandro swallowed and pulled him in, pressing their lips together again. He rocked slowly, letting himself enjoy it. He’d never been with someone so tight or so warm. His hips rolled against him and Rodolfo bit his shoulder to muffle himself. 

Alejandro grabbed a handful of hair and yanked him back. “No, be as loud as you want. No one can here.” He rolled his hips again, enjoying the borderline scream Rodolfo let out. 

“So much and… you’re…” He whimpered and readjusted his hips, moaning loudly. “Right there, please, right there.” He laid his head on Alejandro’s chest, wrapping his arms around him. 

Alejandro obliged, hitting the same spot. Once he got the angle right, he sped up, watching Rodolfo shudder and moan helplessly. Rodolfo buried his face in his chest, nails digging into Alejandro’s back. 

He pulled out slowly before sliding back in, almost coming as Rodolfo wailed. He noticed a warmth spreading over his chest as Rodolfo came. 

“Do all humans come this fast?” Alejandro commented, continuing the slow pull out and harsher push back in, feeling Rodolfo’s body pulse around him.

“Shut up. You teased me for like an hour with your fucking tongue.” Rodolfo moaned and Alejandro could feel his cock twitch where it was pressed against his stomach. “How long do you plan on going?”

“As long as I possibly can. As long as you’ll let me.” Alejandro purred, continuing to fuck him. Rodolfo flushed and buried his face in his neck, spreading his legs a little more and accepting the treatment. Alejandro rubbed his back, eyes rolling back when Rodolfo clenched around him. He lost track, not bothering to look at the sun to keep track of time. The sea itself could disappear and he’d think he’d only noticed when he couldn’t breath. 

He noticed Rodolfo started to tense again, legs shaking.

“You okay?”

“Yes.” He was teary eyed, pressing back. “It feels so good and…” He fell into a weak moan, pressing his lips over Alejandro’s jaw. “Want you to come in.”

Alejandro groaned and sped up, slamming in to him when he felt himself getting close. He vaguely felt Rodolfo come again before he came hard. All he could hear was a faint ringing as he rocked his hips, not pulling out when he finished. His prize’s fingers ran across his biceps, tracing over the dips in muscle.

Slowly, achingly slowly, Alejandro pulled out, shoving his fingers in. Rodolfo wailed and hiccuped out a sob.

“No. No more.”

“Just trying to keep my cum in you, love.” He looked up, noticing for the first time that night had fallen. They must’ve been at it for hours, no wonder rodolfo was tired. “You’re not going to be able to swim home like this. If you can hold your breath a few minutes, I could take you to my cave? There’s a place with air and you could sleep.”

“Sounds nice.” Rodolfo looked at him warily. “Not going to try anything else tonight are ya?”

“No. I’ll just wait for you to swim out here again…. You will be visiting again, yes?”

“Yeah. I’ll visit again.”

#Alejandro Vargas #Rodolfo Parra #Alejandro x Rodolfo #Aledolfo #Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare II #Call Of Duty #queue for dinner again hunny?

[creative-kny-fics]

I luv your fics soooo much! (≧∀≦)

Could you do Ler!obanai and lee! Giyuu?? I know this is kind of a “rare” pair so please, don’t be afraid to decline!

Well, let's say that in my AU, Obanai, Giyuu and Sanemi get along better after a coexistence requested by Oyakata - Sama. Also, why does Mitsuri love Tomioka as if he were a brother- (support that Obanai) (THANKSSSS!!)

Lee: Giyuu Tomioka

Ler: Iguro Obanai

Ever since Mitsuri and Obanai became a couple, they both started spending more time together than before. They ate together on one of their farms, hugged each other, cared for each other and were very happy.

'Iguro - San, I'm so happy...'

'I am too, because I have you by my side and because you're happy'

'Giyuu - San was right. You truly love me,' Obanai froze.

For those who don't know, during a get together, Obanai confessed to Giyuu and Sanemi his feelings for Mitsuri and made them promise not to say anything. Giyuu knew the risk, but, Mitsuri was quite stubborn and literally laughed the information out of him.

'What else did Tomioka tell you about me?' 'Iguro-San. Tomioka did nothing wrong! I don't want you to hit him or be mean to him, okay?' Mitsuri puffed out her cheeks with a frown.

Obanai only sighed, couldn't he hurt him? Perfect. He would then make him suffer for his agony

'TOMIOKA!', Iguro knocked on the farm gate, but he didn't expect to find someone else.

'Shinazugawa? What the hell are you doing here?'

'Shh! Shut up snake man! I came here by mistake, okay?!'

'Anyway, is Tomioka there?', Sanemi questioned, Iguro looking for Tomioka? Here was a cat, sorry, snake locked up

'Sure... Come in,' Iguro passed, cracking his knuckles as he walked.

Sanemi was still in doubt, so he didn't leave the estate, he stayed close.

'So you broke your promise, huh?!', Giyuu was surprised, but then he remembered... 'W-Wait Iguro! I-I s-I swear I didn't want to! Mi-Mitsuri made me!'

'Now you accuse Kanroji?! You're dead Tomioka!!', well, I know Giyuu could have kicked Obanai away, but he chose to avoid it when Iguro pinned him against the wall.

'I swear! I swear I never meant to!'

Giyuu backed away but immediately started running, being chased by Obanai. Although, I think he was so focused on looking back, he didn't think straight and fell.

His panic grew, his legs didn't work the way he wanted. That short moment gave Iguro the opportunity to sink both hands into his ribs.

'Last words...'

'Sorry...?', um, no matter how many times he apologized, Iguro wouldn't accept.

Sanemi was still outside, he looked at the sky thoughtfully, why would Obanai have wanted to be with Tomioka? Perhaps...? Well Sanemi, while you're thinking, a snake is destroying your boyfriend.

'He?! A shout?! Tomioka!', Sanemi tried to open the door, but it was locked.

Obanai knew that Sanemi would not leave so he took his precautions. Sanemi peeked out the window, to find a Giyuu screaming and begging for his life as Obanai danced his fingers deviously up and down Tomioka's ribs, making sure he didn't leave any place to go and slipping his fingers between every space between his ribs.

'STAHAHAHAHAP!!! OBAHAHAHANAI!! SORRY!!! IHIHIT WAHAHAHAS-!!! MHMHMHM!! AN AHAHACCIDEHEHEHENT!!! I SWEAR!!! OHOHOHO GOHOHOSH!!!'

'Pray all you want Tomioka, I warned you, didn't I? I warned you and Sanemi not to say anything, you opened your mouth and this is the punishment for having done it'

Sanemi then stepped back, there was another way to enter. He rushed to rescue him, he had already tasted Obanai's fury once and it truly is torture.

'You're embarrassing Tomioka, look at you now. Crying like a little child'

'HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! *hip* I-I-I!! *squeak* HEEEELP!!', Giyuu couldn't take it anymore, he felt like he could faint at any moment, fortunately he has a boyfriend who arrived in time to save him.

'Move away Obanai!', Sanemi hugged him from behind and pulled him as far away as he could. '*huff* n-ne-nemi...*'

Giyuu fainted after he said those words. Sanemi glared at Obanai as he tightened his grip.

'Very brave, huh? Very well. Now you will know the wrath of the wind', well, lesson of the day, don't bother Giyuu in front of Sanemi-

#demon slayer tickling #demon slayer tickle #lee!giyuu #ler!obanai #contains obamitsu #contains sanegiyuu

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

Ralph SFW Alphabet

A- Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they like to show affection?)

Ralph is INSANELY affectionate with you. He loves being able to show you how much he loves and adores you whenever he can, so he’s always giving you kisses and compliments, always asking to hold your hand to have you take his arm when you walk together.

B- Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

As your friend he would be quite shy around you. He doesn’t really know how to handle himself around crushes so he’d be very shy and stuttery when he first meets you but after hearing of your feelings it makes it a lot easier for him to be around you when he knows he feels the same. You’d show up to one of his sisters parties and he’d be so nervous to ask you to dance.

C- Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How do they like to cuddle?)

He loves getting to cuddle whenever he possibly can. He always has to be touching you in any way he can so that means cuddles are always a given. Whenever you come over and bring your bags to his room he tries to get you into bed to snuggle with him just for a little while since you have a little time alone together.

D- Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they with cooking, cleaning, etc?)

He’s been used to having people cook and clean for him all his life so he’s not the greatest when it comes to things like that but he’ll try for you. He wants to be able to cook for you and be able to show you he can be good husband material. He wants to settle down with you just as much as you want to settle down with him but he’s not used to being on his own so it’s a very big change for him.

E- Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Politely declining to do this one 🥰

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

You have to turn down his marriage proposals at least once a week, but you always tell him it’s not because you don’t love him, you’re just waiting until it’s the right time. He understands completely, but that still doesn’t stop him from asking. And when you finally do say yes he’s completely overjoyed, and though he’s constantly asking you to marry him it comes as a complete surprise to him.

G- Gentle (How gentle are they? Both physically and emotionally.)

He’s a very gentle guy, both physically and emotionally. He’s not used to having someone want to be around him and listen to all his little quirks so he tries his best to get out of his shell with you but it’s still quite difficult for him. And as much as he loves to show you affection and always be touching you he still makes sure to be very gentle and careful with you. He doesn’t want to get too excessive and scare you off.

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

He absolutely loves them! He’s a very touchy kind of guy so you’re always getting a hug from him, and he does them whenever he possibly can! When you’re doing the dishes or cooking he’ll snake his arms around your waist and hug you from behind, after finishing a dance with him at one of his parties he’ll make sure to hold you close to him, and he gives you the biggest tightest hugs right before you’re about to leave. He knows you’re coming back but he just doesn’t want to let you go.

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

Very quickly. Like, on your third date he’s already confessing his love for you, which is very sweet but you have to tell him that it’s quite fast to be saying things like that. He says it pretty often, but he knows you’re waiting to say it back until you’re ready and he has no problems waiting for you to say it.

J- Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He gets very jealous when other guys ask you to dance at his parties, not knowing that you’re there with Ralph, but you make sure he knows that you’re not going to leave him anytime soon. But it is quite cute to see him get all pouty when he watches a guy approach you, and it’s adorable to see him smile again when you tell them you’re already spoken for.

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

Ralph’s kisses are always very sweet, and each time he kisses you it always feels like the very first. His lips are always so soft and after a party he tastes slightly sweet from the champagne he’s been drinking.

His favorite place to kiss you is on the back of your hand. He’s a gentleman through and through, and he wants you to feel like the most gorgeous woman in the world, so whenever he can he’s always placing little kisses on the back of your hands to show his affection.

He loves it when you kiss him on the nose or his cheeks. He always gets the brightest blush after every kiss you give him and on his cheeks are the worst because with every kiss you place there you can feel how warm he gets.

L- Little Ones (How are they around kids?)

He’s just like a big kid himself so he doesn’t think that he’s too great with children but he’s not the absolute worst. He has the same imagination as a child so he’s the best at storytelling or making up songs and games for them to play. He says it’s so they leave him alone but he secretly loves that little kids like him.

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

He’s very much a morning person, he’s usually the first one awake and he has a lot of energy even after just getting up. He’ll slowly wake you up after picking out some outfits for you to choose from for the day and he’s already had breakfast started so it’s ready at the table when you feel like getting up.

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

Nights are a different story with him. Unless there’s a party, he doesn’t like to stay up too late, he usually gets into bed at 10:30 at the latest and by then he’s halfway asleep. He’s a big snuggler in bed so he’s always asking to hold you or to be held as he falls asleep.

O- Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything at once or do they open up slowly?)

He’s a very open person so almost immediately he’ll tell you anything you want to know about himself but it takes a bit for him to be emotionally open to you. It’s just because the only person he’s been around (his sister) doesn’t care much for his feelings so he doesn’t want to open up and get too vulnerable with you right away.

P- Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s a very patient guy, not much makes him angry or upset. He’s a glass half full type of person so he’s always looking on the bright side of things. He only ever gets angry if something isn’t going how he planned it to, like if he’s making dinner for you and accidentally burns it or the song he wrote for you just isn’t coming out right.

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

He always remembers every little detail about you. He got you a necklace with a gemstone the same color as your eyes, you mentioned once on a walk how pretty one of the flowers you saw was and the next day he surprised you with a bouquet of them, he heard you say at dinner how much you loved the way they made your dessert and he tried for weeks to get the recipe down so he could make it for you. But he’s also very good at remembering all your friends names when you tell him about all your gossip.

R- Remember (What is their favorite moment of your relationship?)

His favorite moment was the very first dance you shared at a party. He was so scared to ask you even after having talked to you before and as soon as his arm was at your waist and your hand was in his it immediately calmed his nerves. Especially because you talked with him the whole time and made sure he was comfortable since he seemed quite nervous.

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

He gets quite protective of you but it fades once you start to reassure him. He still thinks that someone else could just whisk you away with the snap of their fingers no matter how many times you’ve told him you won’t leave so he gets a little protective of you around other men but once you give him a kiss and a little affection it goes away pretty quickly.

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

He puts his all into everything that he does for you. He’s always got new dates planned for you and lists of restaurants to take you to, there’s never a boring day when you’re with Ralph. And even when you’re having one of those boring lazy days together he’s still wanting to go on walks with you, cook with you, just keeping yourselves entertained because he loves getting to spend time with you.

U- Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Ralph had a very bad habit of letting others tell him what to do. He’s so used yo having people ignore his feelings or opinions so he’s just used to being bossed around by others. He likes it when you tell him what to do but sometimes you have to remind him that he’s allowed to say no to you.

V- Vanity (How concerned are they with their appearance?)

He’s very obsessed with his appearance. He always wants to make sure he looks good no matter what, and because of that he sometimes goes overboard with his hygiene. He always just smells clean. Even seeing him when he just decides to not go all out on his appearance for the day, he’s got a dusting of stubble on his chin and his curls are a bit more prominent, he still looks absolutely adorable.

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

Oh 100%. He wouldn’t know what to do without you and before you he wasn’t sure how he was able to live so freely without you in his life. He adores you and always wants you to feel loved and appreciated because he doesn’t ever want to lose you.

X- Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

He loves getting to wear matching outfits with you. He always tries to find little matching accessories for the two of you to wear or he’ll even go out of his way and get outfits custom made for you to wear on special nights out. It goes all the way to wearing matching pajamas.

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

He doesn’t like someone who gets very quick to anger. He’s very energetic and scatterbrained so he often just says and does the first things that pop into his mind and he doesn’t want to constantly be told to be quiet. He knows it can be a bit much but if you stop him from being him he won’t want anything to do with you.

Z- Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He will occasionally talk in his sleep. It’s only when he has nightmares so most of the time you have to wake him up when it gets to be too much for him and console him until he goes back to sleep.

#ralph penbury #ralph timewasters #ralph penbury x reader #ralph penbury x y/n #ralph penbury x female reader #joseph quinn #ralph penbury timewasters

[xtremestratusfaction]

Meeting Trish Stratus & Lita during the Niagara Falls Comic Con (June 10th, 2023)

Yes, I met Trish Stratus for the first time AND Lita for the second time on Saturday !! In fact, this trip to Niagara Falls was planned a long time ago as a part of my sabbatical in Canada. I was very excited because it was also the first official schedule of Team Bestie since their match at Wrestlemania 39 ! 

The trip from Toronto was very smooth, as well as the organization for the entrance of the attendees (I arrived at the venue at 9:30 AM). The problems began when we started to wait in line for the autographs and selfies sessions. The staff was asking us to wait in a ‘snake line’ ; as a result, many people didn’t know where the lines would start or finish. It was very confusing, to say the least. There was also a different line for people with VIP passes and priority ticket holders ; even though the normal line was at capacity, the staff still let them enter, causing frustration and more waiting. This was the only flaw though, because everything went out pretty well during the day. 

The first person I went to meet was Trish : she was super nice !! She said ‘Hello, nice to meet you!’ and asked me my name for the autograph ; as she was signing, I told her that I was from France and she started to speak French a bit ! Her accent was very cute, if I may add ! I then explained that I was studying English in order to get a promotion at my job, and she asked me what I was doing for a living. She then surprised me by telling me that my English was actually quite good, and we kept on talking when she asked me my opinion about living in Toronto. We took the selfie picture and I gave her my letter ; she thanked me by holding my hand. I said that I would see her later for the Op and she HUGGED ME. I was so overwhelmed that I forgot to take the autographed picture while leaving her booth, so she had to give it to me ahaha It was so unreal, because even though the line was very long, she still took the time to have a real conversation with me. She had a way of making every person feel special... She is simply amazing !

After that, I quickly grabbed my lunch and started to get in line for the Photo Op I had with both Trish & Lita. Like in every Photo Op photoshoot, you have to be quick and efficient. Sweet detail : before the picture, Amy stroked my back to calm me 😢 . Once the picture was taken, I said my goodbyes and left. I didn’t have the time to register what happened because I had to get in line for the last time of the day for Amy !

In this particular case, the waiting was bearable ; I noticed that the lines were generally less longer than with Trish (the “local wrestling legend” effect?). Cute story : the Kenz was there ! She was in a bag near to Amy’s feet. Amy only took her out once, but I think the Kenz was napping the rest of the time. Another cute story : Amy’s agent during this event was a French woman ! She found out when she heard my accent while I bought the combo I wanted. Anyway, I went to Amy, introduced myself and told her that it was the second time we met, to which she replied, “Really? It’s nice to see you again!”. I told her that I was French so she asked me what I was doing in Canada ; I explained to her the same I did with Trish. I admitted that I felt more comfortable than in 2017 because my English was better, and she happily said “it’s ok, also because we are among friends, right?”. We took a picture together and I gave my other letter to her ; she complimented the origami envelope I did for it and put it in her bag (she told me that she would read it in the evening). She wished me good luck for my studies and we said our goodbyes. Our whole interaction really warmed my heart.  

As a conclusion, I would say that this day was probably one of the best in my life. Lots of waiting but lots of emotions and a good spirit in general. Canadian wrestling fans are very funny and passionate, it was a pleasure to talk to some of them. I am very proud of being a fan of such gracious, kind and beautiful women. If you have the opportunity to meet them, you should definitely go, it is truly worth it. 

#tbtourNF2 #personal #trish stratus #lita #amy dumas #niagara falls comic con

[stardewsnail]

Elliot SFW Alphabet

Requests open until 4/18/23 

Bold  = complete

Italicized = available

crossed out = in progress

Snail’s Directory 

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Elliot is affectionate but he shows it through gift giving and words of affirmation. He sure knows a lot of words. Gifts are usually things he has found for his partner (he’d forage on his walks knowing that’s something the farmer does and has use for). The farmer will find little notes and poems hidden everywhere—how Elliot got out to the coop to leave one in the clutch of eggs before they even got up, the farmer will never know. He’s also SUPER sentimental and will keep every ticket/confetti/wristband from everything he does with his partner. 

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

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

Elliot cuddles a bit like a snake. Maybe like a koala? A koala is probably cuter, let’s go with that. Either way he’s got his long limbs fully wrapped around his partner and is using them for warmth. He’s the one with cold feet in the relationship and they will be pressed on his partner’s legs every night. 

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

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

He would sit his partner down privately, and deliver his decision with sincerity and tact. He’d probably explain a bit too much–the whole thing would probably go on for a little too long) (Especially depending on how much prep time Elliot gave himself.)

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

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

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

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?

Elliot says it pretty quickly but it’s well planned—he’ll take his partner out for a special evening and give a totally casual and on the fly speech (that he didn’t make Leah listen to him rehearse) (you don’t just publish your first draft yknow) 

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

Elliot isn’t the jealous type—he wouldn’t pick a partner he didn’t trust. That being said, he is the type to get annoyed at somebody not taking the hint that his partner isn’t interested. When that happens he is coming IN with the pda. Hand in their back pocket, kisses to the neck and cheek—definitely enough to get the point across and has the added perk of distracting his partner.

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

Elliot’s kisses are slow and romantic, he loves to kiss his partner’s lips of course but he’s also big on kissing the back of their hands. Either while holding hands he’ll just bring their knuckles to his lips or he’ll kiss their hand as a greeting like a prince in a fairy tale. He loves surprise kisses—his partner giving him a drive by peck in the cheek has him all blushy and mushy.  

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

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

Quite frankly it’s a skill to escape Elliot’s grasp in the morning could be an olympic sport. He’s either up before the sun or wants to stay in beds with his partner all day, with very little in between. Regardless of what kind of morning it is, he always gets up to make his partner coffee and bring them a mug fixed exactly how they like it.

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

Since his sleep is irregular he’ll spend the evenings with his partner until they’re ready to go to bed. Sometimes he’ll join them, sometimes he’ll move on to write. Fortunately he’s mastered the art of scuttling sliding into bed without waking up his partner.

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

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

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

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

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

Indulge me with this one because it factors into a couple of Elliot hcs I have (and should probably make a post of) but in Snail-land Elliot had a wild time in his youth (like, all the way through his MA) and was super involved in various college and community theater and performances and all sorts of Art™ and being drunk and passionate and what I’m trying to say is at some point Elliot, dressed as Frank-N-Furter from Rocky Horror, beat the shit out of another guy for being creepy. Do you know how tall Elliot is in heels? Tall. 

The point of all this is that Elliot can be fucking terrifying, and he’s got the heft to back it up. He’s very physically protective and can turn the intimidation on whenever he wants (theater, so much theater). Scary dog privileges for his partner.

What he could never do, however, is tell the waiter he asked for no pickles. His partner sticking up for him in little ways makes him feel loved and safe. Like someone always has his back to make sure he’s treated well.

Elliot is very protective. He’s a big guy and he ran with some wild crowds back in the day and he knows exactly how intimidating he can be. He looks a little…off kilter when he’s pissed off and I think that plays into it.  

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

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

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

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

Yes. Elliot wants to be with his partner all the time, but he finds a certain romance in the pining he and his partner endure when he has to travel for his book tours and signings. His partner will leave little notes in the pockets of the clothes he packs and he’ll hide notes in between the plates–cute little things to remind each other they love each other. It’s another part of the relationship.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

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

His biggest turn off is excessive negativity and also holding a fork like, clenched in your fist. You know what I’m talking about? Idk I think he’s one of those people that would really bother.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Elliot has a very irregular sleep schedule due to bouts of insomnia or creative drive. He can often be seen wandering the beach in the wee hours of the morning (scaring the ever loving fuck out of Willy)

#sdv #stardew valley #sdv elliot #sdv elliot headcanons #stardew elliot #sdv sfw alphabet #snailwrites #sfw alphabetm

[typically-untypical]

Idea for a fic - Thomas wonders how the sides are affected when he gets drunk, and decides to call them all up and test it. Virgil passes out first since alcohol dulls a lot of anxiety around how you're perceived by others, and Logan gets quite silly as it lets him loosen up. Patton is super giggly and floppy, but lasts longer than the first two. The twins go wild with ideas that get more and more ridiculous, with Remuss ideas starting to sound more and more interesting as time goes on. And as the night goes on, Janus' mask drops and it's revealed that he's a super cuddly snek boi with the most genuine declarations of (platonic) love and adoration Thomas has ever heard from any of his sides. He also lasts until the end, when he suggests Thomas stop before he passes out because it would just leave Remus left and that would be a mess to clean up in the morning.

Feel free to take or leave any details, whatever works for you!

I wasn't able to get all of the sides quite like you suggested, but I still had a lot of fun with this one!

Drunk Thomas

As Thomas stumbled into his house Logan was the first to appear. He couldn't rationalize why his logical side would be the first side to show up after a night of drinking, but it probably meant a lecture he very much didn't want to hear right now. "I told you that we should have been more careful," Logan's words were slurred and his hands flittered around as if trying to figure out what to do with them. It was kind of funny to see the normally cool and composed teacher a bit lost. Eventually, one of his hands landed on his tie to straighten it while the other went to push up his glasses, neither were straight after his attention and Thomas had to fight back a laugh. Logan was completely disheveled while trying to act presentable; he was also obviously drunk. Thomas had never really thought about it, but if they were all just parts of him, of course they also got drunk when he did, but that meant all of his sides were drunk and this was going to be hilarious to see. Before he could even try to summon anyone else, Roman appeared.

"Lighten up you, you... something." Roman looked thoughtful as he was trying to figure out a nickname for Logan, but then he actually turned to look at the nerd and he began laughing, pointing at Logan with his Katana. "You look like... woah, did you all know I have a sword?" His eyes were wide as he looked at his signature weapon as if he had never seen it before, marveling as he turned it over in his hands a few times. "Ouch, the foul beast has offended me!" He had a small cut on his hand from the sharpness of the blade.

"Shut up Princey," Virgil called from the couch. His voice was quiet, laden with exhaustion and they were all pretty sure he had fallen asleep as soon as the words were out of his mouth. Roman looked like he was debating whether or not he should attack the emo so Thomas attempted to step in. He walked towards Roman, hand out to help with the cut, but Roman apparently made a different assumption.

"How dare you attempt to steal my protection, back foul beast this is mine and mine alone!" Logan looked about ready to strangle Roman for his shouting. He even reached out towards Roman, but being so close it looked as if he was reaching out towards Thomas. The host of this montly crew didn't have time to react as he was swept into someone else's many arms, squished against a black and yellow capelet.

"All of you need to stop bullying Thomas!" Janus was hiding Thomas from the other sides who were very much not bullying him but Thomas couldn't help but be a bit touched by Janus' sudden protectiveness and he hugged his deceitful side back, pulling him in close. Janus reacted immediately, gently petting Thomas' hair and cooing at his favorite person. 

"You are a complicated snake, but you are my snake." Thomas began to gently rub Janus' back and it seemed the returned affection made Janus completely melt, knocking his own hat off as he rubbed his head against Thomas' the way a cat might. 

"This is a mess," Logan muttered, turning to sink out but bumping into the wall instead, almost falling on his back. "I am extremely functional and none of you saw that!" He insisted, causing Roman to laugh with his full body.

"The nerd can't stand!" He laughed, stepping forward and tripping over Logan only to land on top of him. "Oh my gods! I'm bleeding!" Roman continued to shout and Logan groaned.

"Maybe Virgil had the right idea, a nap sounds like the correct course of action." He wasn't able to get up though, currently squished under Roman and without the proper dexterity to move.

"Bedtime for everyone!" Patton popped up, a little wobbly on his feet but he faked sobriety pretty well. He started with Virgil, touching him and sending him back into the mindscape. Then he moved over to Logan and Roman, sending both of them back. He had to stop for a moment after that, leaning against the wall to catch his breath. Pretending to be sober was far harder than just existing. When he finally caught his balance again, he walked over to Janus and Thomas, the former hissing at him and turning away so that Patton couldn't touch the later.

"Leave my angel alone. He doesn't have to do what you tell him." Janus stuck out his tongue in a completely failed attempt at being intimidating. 

"I just... I'm just trying to get him to bed." Patton looked at the both of them with puppy dog eyes, round and vulnerable. He wasn't doing anything wrong this time.

Janus completely ignored him, pulling away from Thomas just enough to actually look him in the face. Two of his hands came up to cup Thomas' cheeks, looking into his eyes. "Do you want to go to bed? It's okay if you say no, no one can force you to sleep. Not if you don't want to."

Thomas laughed, gently nodding even if it was hard to move his head in Janus' grip. "It was a long night, and we had a lot of fun, but I think now, sleep is good."

Janus hummed, nodding gently, still not letting go of the sides of Thomas' face. "Sleep is good, self-care."

Thomas nodded, trying to move away but Janus still had him held. He had a sheen of tiredness to his eyes, and Thomas knew he wasn't going to make it up the stairs tonight. "Let's all sleep here, there's too many stairs."

"I can agree to that," Patton said, letting Janus shuffle Thomas over to the couch, "Even if we might not feel too comfortable in the morning."

"I'll survive," Thomas said, thankful that the couch was now empty. Somewhere behind the buzz of alcohol, Thomas knew his sides weren't real, that he couldn't touch them but there was no time to actually think about all of that right now, not when he was ready to relax into the comfort of his cushioned sofa. Not when Janus was laying on top of him to keep him safe and warm. "Do-" he was cut off by a yawn before Patton began tucking the two of them in with a blanket. "Do all of you get silly when I drink?"

"Only when you drink a bit too much," Patton said, sitting down next to the couch and leaning his head against it, looking up at Thomas with a soft smile.

"Psh..." Janus shook his head, "Not too much, this isn't a regular thing, and you stopped before you got sick. Still have your memories, only drank because you know you were in a safe environment, and you are safe at home. You did perfect." He gently patted Thomas' head. "Safe... safe, safe, safe." Janus repeated the word until it didn't feel like a word anymore. Then, surprisingly, he turned to look at Patton.

"You should relax papa bear, you're working too hard, even Annie is asleep. All of us deserve rest."

Patton bit his lip and it looked like he was honestly thinking about it for a while, but then he shook his head no. "I'll watch out for the rest of you."

Janus just rolled his eyes and curled up against Thomas, listening to the sound of his host's heartbeat. "I'll protect him," He hissed, gently patting Thomas' chest. The snake began to relax, closing his eyes softly. "I'll always protect you."

"We will all protect him." Patton responded, letting out a big yawn. "You aren't the only one."

No, he knew he wasn't. Janus smiled softly. They all loved Thomas and they were all going to do their best to protect him. That's what it meant to be one of Thomas' sides.

#Untypical Creations #Sanders Sides #Sanders Side fic #Fanfic #character thomas sanders #Logan sanders #Roman Sanders #Virgil Sanders #Janus Sanders #Patton Sanders #alcohol #crack treated seriously #They all care about Thomas!

[uponrightful]

helloooo i absolutely fell in love with your phantom squad ocs 🥺🥺🥺 if its still okay, would it be alright to ask you to write more for them? like how they'd act around the person they like and such, particularly for ghost or specter? these boys have a tight grip on my heart i swear

A/N: Since I'm trying to ease into things, I will work with the man who inspired Phantom Squad for me, and that's Specter. By the way, thank you for requesting in the first place!

T/W's: Female-coded reader, intimacy, Specter being a total walking red-flag, daddy issues, sexual themes… def not proofread.

Behind Closed Doors - Specter

Honestly, a lot of the time you're dating Specter he's going to be off somewhere unknown. But even if he's home, there's a really good chance you won't even realize he's there unless he wants you to know. This man is the embodiment of black smoke wafting around in the shadowed corners of your house, silently watching and listening to everything you do. Depending upon how long he's been away or what's really heavy on his mind, will determine just how long Specter waits before making his spectral appearance human. It could be coming back from a particularly harsh mission, either physical or emotional. No doubt Specter wouldn’t admit to feeling weak mentally, but you would be able to tell the moment that he makes himself visible to you.

Oftentimes, he gives you a start; either walking into your bedroom without announcing himself in the middle of the night or just slipping through a window you didn’t even know was unlocked. He comes up behind you to snake his arms around your waist or present you with a necklace coincidentally in the shape of his hand. He always wears his armor when coming in, and at first, that can be a little unsettling as well. But by the time you convince him to stay and settle in for a little while, he’ll oblige just enough to take off his plastoid. But he still prefers wearing a thin facemask that covers the bottom half of his face around your house and even when sleeping. Typically you’re the one who has to make subtle hints about what you’d like to do with him since he’ll almost act like a skittish, feral, animal you’ve trapped in your home. Of course, there are occasions when he’s bursting through the front door like a man on a mission, knowing exactly what he wants from you, and how he’s going to get it in multiple different ways. 

Most of the time, he’s very quiet and all-around broody even if he’s in quite a good mood. Really he’s not meaning to act quite so irritable, but it comes down to how long he’s able to stay, what kind of state you’re in, and how long he’s been away. Whether he’d ever admit to it, he’s never happy about leaving you for more than a couple of weeks at a time. Personally, it just feels like an abandonment of his duties and responsibilities to you, and will always be extra quiet and standoffish when it’s been longer. Although if you’re new to the relationship you might think you’ve done something wrong, Specter is actually just punishing himself for not being around more and taking care of you like he believes he is supposed to. The longer you are around him, the more you’ll take notice of the small ways he denies himself access to you as punishment for things out of his control.

That typically means he won’t touch you for hours after returning home to you. Even if you’re expecting him, and have the chance to be waiting to hug him right as he enters the door, he won’t hug you back. The stubborn and impossible man will just stand there stiffly, his head and gaze held straight and staring ahead as if getting affection from you at all is something he’s not allowed to enjoy or admit to loving. You could kiss him, hug him, practically crawl all over him with excitement that he’s come back safe, and for the most part, in one piece, and he won’t allow you or himself a single moment of relief until he’s suitably punished himself or lost the will to due to how you look so utterly heartbroken that he won’t reciprocate right away.

This makes it more frustrating because of the type Specter has. Often the women he ends up being with are quite affectionate physically and would admit to touch being a -of not their most- significant love language. He's always gravitated towards the shy and somewhat submissive girls. The ones who aren’t exactly whiney, but would most definitely cry if they got yelled at. The Phantoms often make the joke that he likes women with daddy issues and joke that it’s a good thing he's willing -and enjoys- being called “daddy”. It’s not a jab they make often, for should he hear them, it would no doubt end in a fight that wouldn’t end until blood is drawn. That never meant that Specter would deny the accusation. He couldn’t deny the truth that he liked the really soft girls. Aside from the matter of him being the most fucked up and hardened bastard of his brothers.

Once his self-denial is over though, things will always start off slowly. His unconsciously habitual need to sit you on his lap and just look over you and touch you is the first thing he does. Whether on the couch, in a chair, on the edge of the bed… anywhere he can sit down and haul you onto his lap, he’s going to drop everything and do it.

"Come here, let me see my pretty little pet..."

You assume it’s due to the years of after-mission experiences with his brothers being hurt that he does it. Meticulously looking over your whole body, touching softly, noting any marks you might have -and he always notices- and clicking his tongue as if even the smallest scuff on your hand or leg is the worst of the galaxy’s offenses. You always feel very looked after during these moments though, feeling his hands and eyes scanning over you gently. Giving you the first real moment of closeness with him after weeks or months without hearing his voice or seeing his face. Even the pinches of his thigh plates against your skin don’t phase you or draw attention away from his careful and immensely serious inspection.

Sometimes, if you’re clever enough, or just downright persistent, you’ll be able to return the favor. Getting to see under his armor and blacks in clear light, looking over new and old scars and tattoos, making your own small sounds of disapproval when you find a particularly nasty gash or another injury that looks far too serious for his less-than-caring attitude. Much in the way of his other protective instincts towards you, he’s almost always going to hide away his injuries and work from you. He’s of the unchanging opinion that you’re too sweet and innocent to hear even a single thing about his dark and twisted life away from you, and he’s hellbent on keeping it that way. It wouldn’t matter if you traveled with them between planets with plenty of knowledge about weapons, protecting yourself, and other less than savory knowledge, spending your time sightseeing in the more touristy cities and lounging in his bunk; You wouldn’t know any more than he’d allow, and that meant almost nothing. He needed it that way, to ensure what little sliver of sanity he did possess, didn’t dissolve.

"It's nothin' little one, can't kill me that easy..."

Specter enjoys time behind closed doors with you, almost stalking you from up close. The smallest domestic things you do give him an almost sexually pleasing satisfaction that he’s never gotten from anyone else. You’re cooking dinner? He’s already thinking about how he can bend you over the kitchen table. Reading a book? The sick idea of making you read out loud while he’s between your legs making you scream, comes to mind. Laundry? Specter likes the idea of tying you up with that scrap of a t-shirt you’re attempting to fold. He's a twisted pervert half the time, and it's a miracle you've even able to extricate yourself from his grasp on days he's totally unable to control himself.

"You're playing with fire, pet."

"I'm... taking off my makeup?"

"Why don't you let me make a mess of it first?"

You’re just so sweet and little that it makes everything you do almost irresistibly attractive and cute. Not to mention just how excited you are about seeing him… It strokes his ego watching you squeal and grin so big, talking about how much you missed him and how worried you were that he wasn’t safe. You often remind him of a little kitten or puppy when you act like that; so much so he can practically imagine what you would look like with a tail wagging incessantly behind you. It’s why he enjoys calling you his pet so much, there’s just too much resemblance.

Quite often, you’ll find yourself putting off some task or activity you’d planned with him all because he’s got you curled up in his lap: petting you softly, rubbing your back, running his fingers through your hair, and acting as if there’s nothing he’d rather concern himself with doing. Specter will never admit to liking cuddling, but there’s no doubt he puts himself in very ‘cuddly’ positions consistently. And as long as you don’t call attention to it, he won’t ever stop. When he’s in a particularly good mood, he’ll talk to you about his ‘missions’, or more accurately, how his brothers are and some of the things he noticed that he felt like you’d be interested in hearing about. Personally, he thinks it’s all trivial, talking about the natives on planets and how they celebrate birthdays, Revenant running across a litter of homeless tookas and how he brought them to a family close by to take care of, or Ghost finding a small piece of a meteor and giving it to him to bring home to you. It’s all… useless, in the grand scheme of things. 

But he can’t help but feel addicted to seeing how you lay your head in his lap and stare up at him with innocent, rapt, attention as he talks about whatever little things he think will interest you. Sure, he could leave it all unsaid and stop concerning himself with remembering to find things to tell you about, but that just doesn’t settle right with him. He’s going to always do everything he can to keep you away from his work and the risks of planet-hopping, but he wants to share some of it with you in a meaningful way. Especially when you bite your lip and grin really big when he complains about his brothers doing something stupid, and you don’t see it as annoying, but find it funny, and want to know about more occasions when they’ve done something similar or he’s acted in such a way. He finds it funny how you enjoy him. More than for what he can provide, or what his skills are. You just like to be near him, and it’s so strange considering other than his brothers, that no one else has ever felt that way.

So no matter how long he’s away or feels like he’s abandoned you, he keeps coming back in the middle of the night to see you. Silently begging for forgiveness for being so cruel and heartless, but unable to stay away from you like he knows damn well he should. He’ll spend his days doing a whole lot of nothing, eating home-cooked food, catching up on sleep when his body can’t take it anymore, finding ways to amuse himself by toying with you in every way he can think of late into the night, and putting all of your broken pieces together after he’s finished by turning on one of those shows you can’t ever stop re-watching, and holding you tight in his lap with his hands running over you, reminding himself that there’s a lot of useless things he does so habitually that they really can’t be considered useless if he does them for you.

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Top 5 Lap Dance Songs for Matt

I reworked my original top 5 list to include little drabble scenarios for each. Fair warning we’re going way back with 4 out of 5 of these because I rarely listen to new music. You can listen to my entire playlist HERE. I hope you all enjoy these!

Pairings: Matt Murdock x GN! Reader

Warnings: Old ass music cuz I’m old. Light bondage, little praise kink, tiny bit of smexy time but in the grand scheme of things, pretty tame, still minors DNI (18+ please)

Word Count: 3.7K-ish

1. Red Light Special – TLC

I picked this song as my “seduction” song, if you will. Plus the red light outside Matt’s apartment window, could it BE more perfect? I’d put this one on to help him relax after a hard day, maybe he’s not quite in the mood or he’s being short with you. I’d definitely put on a silk or satin lingerie set that he’d love to get his hands all over.

You could tell from the tone of Matt’s voice over the phone that he was having a hard day. What was supposed to have been an easy day at the office turned into an overwhelming nightmare of case files and potential new clients for Nelson and Murdock.

And you were happy for them that they were getting cases hand over fist but it made for very long days and by the time Matt would get home, he would just be completely exhausted.

But you were prepared tonight. On your way home from work, you stopped to pick up Thai food and wine for dinner and something special for dessert that you picked up at your favorite lingerie shop.

It was rather late when Matt finally came home, he took his jacket off and left his shoes by the door. He put on a smile for you when he walked around the corner and you do love his smile even if he was faking it for your sake.

“Hey there beautiful. Do I smell…Thai food and…red wine?”

You could never get anything past him.

“Well hey to you too, handsome. I thought I would try to make your day a little better with food and wine.”

This time Matt actually smiled, pulled you in close for a hug, and you felt just how tense he really was. Hopefully what you had in mind would help him relax, so you turned on the music.

Take a good look at it, look at it now

Might be the last time you'll have a good round

I'll let you touch it if you'd like to go down

I'll let you go further

If you take the Southern route

Don't go too fast, don't go too slow

You've got to let your body flow

I like 'em attentive and I like 'em in control

The red light shone in from outside Matt’s apartment window as you started to loosen his tie while the music plays and you can’t help but slowly move your hips against his.

Baby it's yours, all yours

If you want it tonight

I'll give you the red light special

All through the night

“What are you wearing, sweetheart? It feels…nice.”

His hands started to roam all over your back, to your shoulders, and your waist. The silk robe you had on was very soft and felt cool against his skin.

“Yeah? It’s new. You like it Matty?”

He tilted his head, bit his bottom lip and nodded. He touched the hem that hit at the top of your leg, the robe didn’t cover much of the lower part of your body and he slowly brushed his calloused fingers against your inner thighs. You turned your body away from him, your ass grazing the already strained front of his pants as you moved with the music.

Baby it's yours, all yours

If you want it tonight

Just come through my door

Take off my clothes

And turn on the red light

You discard the robe revealing a matching silk and lace short set, if you could even call them shorts. They barely covered the bottom of your ass and the top was a cropped spaghetti strap tank.

Matt smirked, hooked his fingers in the top of the shorts, and bent down to kiss the top of your shoulder. His other hand snaked around your neck and rested his fingers across your throat while hungrily leaving kisses up and down the side of your neck.

If you want me let me know it

I'll make time but you've got to show it

If you need me, I want to see

But don't mistake me

I don't want you down on your knees

I need someone, a real man

I need someone who understands

I'm a woman, a real woman

I know just what I want

I know just who I am

He tugged at the top of the shorts and whispered in your ear “These feel nice too. I think my day just got a lot better.”

Between the music and Matt nipping at your neck, you were hungry for him.

Baby it's yours, all yours

If you want it tonight

Just come through my door

Take off my clothes

And turn on the red light

You were finally able to get words out. “Do you want dinner first or dessert?”

2. Naughty Girl – Beyonce`

I think I’d put this one on if I want to restrain him, with handcuffs or one of his ties. I know he “sees” by touch so this would probably drive him CRAZY. By the time you set him free from his restraints, pretty sure he’d be completely feral!

You were quietly reading your book on the couch while Matt was listening to some case notes when he started to fidget, lightly grazing your exposed thigh with his fingers.

“Aren’t you supposed to be going over notes for tomorrow?” You said with a sly smile on your face, not even looking up from your book.

He smirked. “I can’t concentrate sweetheart, you’re wearing shorts.”

You started to laugh a little “They’re sleep shorts, Matty. They’re nothing special. Get back to your notes—you said it was important you go over them tonight.”

He goes back to his notes and you get back to your book but after a few minutes, he’s back at his sneaky, devilish ways. This time he leaned over to kiss the base of your neck, he knows that spot melts you into a puddle.

Your little devil seems to want to play games, well if a game is what he wants, a game is what he’s going to get and you took out your phone for a specific song you had in mind for this.

I'm feelin' sexy

I wanna hear you say my name boy

If you can reach me

You can feel my burning flame

“Gimme your tie, Matthew.” You said firmly.

Your tone took him by surprise. “What?”

Sharply, you replied “Give me…your tie…now.”

Matt loosened his tie and handed it to you. You took the tie from him and moved around to the back of the couch, he licked his lips in anticipation, wondering what you were up to.

Tonight I'll be your naughty girl

I'm callin' all my girls

We're gonna turn this party out

I know you want my body

Tonight I'll be your naughty girl I'm

Callin' all my girls

I see you look me up and down

And I came to party

You lowered yourself so you were right behind his ear and very softly whispered “Lean forward for me, Matty, hands behind your back.”

He secretly loved being told what to do and eagerly did as you commanded him to do. You bound his wrists together with his tie and he was rather impressed with your knot tying skills.

“Impressive, sweetheart. Where did you learn to tie knots like that?”

You were still standing behind him.

“I dated a guy in the Navy but that’s not what we’re talking about. What we are talking about is since you can’t keep your lips to yourself and concentrate on your work, I think you deserve some form of punishment.”

You watched as he writhed and struggled to try and free himself from restraints that came from his own closet, it was amusing to you. The song continued.

You're so sexy

Tonight I am all yours boy

The way your body

Moves across the floor

You got me feelin n-a-s-t-y, I just might take you home with me

“You seem to like to tease, Matthew—I can tease too, ya know. Now if you can keep still, I’ll untie you. Does that sound fair?”

He nodded and you walked around to the front of the couch. Sitting all the way back, Matt seemed to relax a little but that was before you straddled him and then his breathing became more rapid.

With your hands resting on his shoulders, you leaned forward to nibble on his earlobe and scatter kisses up and down his neck. After the gentle kisses, you gently nipped at the spot where his neck and shoulders meet which made him flinch a little.

“You ok, handsome?”

He pressed his lips together and nodded.

“I can’t hear you, Matty.”

“Yes, sweetheart.” And he tried to kiss you.

“Now what did I tell you Matthew? I said if you behave, then I’ll let you out. Trying to kiss me is not behaving, is it?”

Baby the minute i feel your energy

The vibe's just taken over me

Start feelin' so crazy babe

Lately, I feel the funk coming over me

I don't know what's gotten into me

The rhythm's got me feelin' so crazy babe

You sat back on your heels, Matt almost whimpered at the loss of your touch when you began to trace circles with your fingers on his inner thighs, he’s trying so hard to stay still. You’ll reward him soon but not quite yet.

“You’re doin’ so good for me, baby—staying still like I asked, like a good boy.”

Your fingers traced lines on the top of his thighs towards him, as you got closer to his cock, you felt it twitch and he let out a soft moan when you palmed him through his pants. He was getting closer and closer to becoming completely unhinged.

“What do you think, Matthew? Do you think you’ve been punished enough for not doing your work?”

He was basically panting at this point and it drove him crazy when you called him by his whole name. “Yes, I’ve been punished enough—please angel.”

Tonight I'll be your naughty girl (I'll be you naughty girl)

I'm callin' all my girls

We're gonna turn this party out

I know you want my body

Tonight I'll be your naughty girl I'm

Callin' all my girls

I see you look me up and down

And I came to party

Just before you untie him, you lean in to whisper one more time in his ear.

“And since you were such a good boy, I’ll be your ‘naughty girl…’ bring the tie.”

3. I Get Lonely (TNT Remix) – Janet Jackson

I chose this song because I thought of the scenario of being home alone during the day while Matt’s at work. Maybe around lunch time, call him and just start playing the song over the phone.

You begged Matt not to go to work today, it was cold and raining, a perfect day to stay home snuggling and drinking tea but he told you he had a lot of work to do today and even though he really wanted to, he couldn’t stay with you.

“Sweetheart, I really can’t—you understand right?”

Of course you understood, it doesn’t mean you didn’t try your hardest to get him to stay one more time before giving up. You did love watching Matt get ready for work, he fills out his suits nicely especially his suit pants. They hug his perfect ass in all the right places, shirt just tight enough to know how chiseled his chest and stomach are, and you loved watching him tie his tie.

He knew you were watching him, staring at him, getting wet just by watching him adjust the cuffs on his shirt.

He laughed a little. “Really? You’re turned on by watching me get dressed.”

You pressed your lips together “Mm-hmm, you are sex on legs, Matty.”

He sat down next to you on the bed, took your chin in between his forefinger and thumb and kissed you then he deepened the kiss and wrapped his hand around your throat, his tongue tangling with yours before breaking away just as fast as it began. He knew you were pouting.

“I applaud your effort to try and get me to stay, my love but I have to go now. We’ll continue this later.”

Around noon, after you had finished cleaning the kitchen and tidying up the living room you decided to see if you could entice Matt to come home, he couldn’t stand it if you told him you were lonely. It was a weakness in his otherwise impenetrable armor so what if you didn’t just tell him that you were lonely?

I get so lonely

I can't let just anybody hold me

You are the one that lives in me, my dear

Want no one but you

“Hey sweetheart—you ok?”

The song plays into the phone.

I get so lonely

I can't let just anybody hold me

You are the one that lives in me, my dear

Want no one but...

“Very funny…I’m not falling for that, love.”

Sittin' here with my tears

All alone with my fears

I'm wonderin' if I have to do without you

But there's no reason why I fell asleep late last night

Cryin' like a newborn child

Holdin' myself close, pretendin' my arms are yours

I want no one but you

“Please Matty. I need you—I’m lonely.”

You could tell he was getting flustered and he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer by the way he was breathing into the phone.

“You think you’re being clever. This isn’t gonna work, I told you I’d be home later.”

That wasn’t the answer you were looking for, time to pull out all the stops so you lowered your voice to a breathy whisper, which you know makes him absolutely feral.

“But I’m lonely now, I need your hands on me, and your lips on me now, not later.”

I get so lonely

I can't let just anybody hold me

You are the one that lives in me, my dear

Want no one but you

Matt adjusted his tie, pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and finally gave in to temptation.

“You are in so much trouble when I get home.”

Check and mate.

Before he hung up, you heard him tell Foggy “I gotta go, I gotta…thing.”

4. Make Me – Britney Spears feat. G-Eazy

Well this song doesn’t really need a reason or scenario, it’s just way smexy and I get turned on listening to it. Maybe you fell asleep with your air pods in before he comes home from work and that song is playing when he gently wakes you up.

It had been a VERY long day, work was very busy and you ran some errands after you clocked out before finally coming home. After settling in, you realized it was Wednesday. Matt usually stayed at the office late on Wednesdays and brought home dinner.

It was time to put your feet up and relax for a little while before he comes home so you read a little bit of your book, watched a couple of youtube videos, before really settling in with one of your playlists, air pods and a glass of wine.

Matt called a couple songs into your playlist. “Hey sweetheart, I’m sorry, I’m going to be a little later tonight than usual.”

It was just nice to hear his voice after a long day. “It’s ok, Matty. I’m not going anywhere, I’ll see you when you get here.”

Drinking wine on a relatively empty stomach, on top of the busy day you had it was no wonder you fell asleep on the couch. With your headphones in, you didn’t even hear Matt come home, it was only when you felt his cool hand stroke your cheek that you opened your eyes.

“Hey beautiful.”

You popped out one of your headphones and said “You still amaze me Matty, I didn’t say anything, just opened my eyes and you knew I was awake.”

“Your heart beat changed as soon as I touched your cheek, my love. What are you listening to?” He could hear the song but asked anyway.

Friday, I'm dreaming a mile a minute 'bout somebody

This feeling, I wanna go with it, 'cause there's no way

We're hiding away from this tonight, oh, this tonight

Can tell you want me

By the way I see you starin' 'cross the room, babe

No shame in the game

Just cut the shit, be honest

Yeah, you know what you gotta do tonight, do tonight

You smiled and started to sit up. “Take a seat, stud—I know you can hear it but I think I know what you’re angling for.”

You disconnected the air pods and let the song play over the speaker from your phone while Matt loosened his tie and rolled his sleeves up, he took a seat in the middle of the couch.

The sweater you had on was quickly discarded, it was warm but it’s too scratchy for Matt, the satin camisole you had on underneath however, was not scratchy. Plus he loved touching as much skin as possible.

You straddled him, the song played on, and you sang along while grinding your hips down on to his.

I just want you to make me move

Like it ain't a choice for you, like you got a job to do

Just want you to raise my roof

Something sensational (sensational, oh yeah)

And make me ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

And make me ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

“This is what you had in mind, Matty? You wanted your own private lap dance and karaoke night, right?”

He couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear, giving you a perfect view of that dimple you love so much.

“You know I love when you sing for me, the lap dance is a bonus.”

Baby, 'cause you're the spark that won't go out

My heart's on fire when you're around

Make me ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Yeah, you make me ooh

You never made it to the bedroom and he did make you “ooh,” a few times that night.

5. Pour Some Sugar on Me – Def Leppard / Cherry Pie – Warrant

Rounding out my top 5 are these two because I couldn’t pick just one. These two are the nights where you wanna get all Coyote Ugly with Matt. You’re having your after dinner glass of whiskey/bourbon, he’s helping you wash the dishes and one of these comes on.

“I’ll help you clean up, sweetheart.” Matt was so thoughtful, you tried to get him to relax and enjoy is after dinner bourbon. He cooked so it was only fair that you clean up but he didn’t want you doing all the cleaning, he knew he made a mess every time he cooked.

As usual, you had music playing when one of your 80’s favorites comes on.

Step inside

Walk this way

You and me babe

Hey hey

Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on

Livin' like a lover with a radar phone

Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp

Demolition woman, can I be your man? (your man)

“Hand me my microphone, Matty!”

Of course you have to stop in the middle of washing dishes to sing. It’s one of those songs that you just have to stop whatever you’re doing because a performance is required, and Matt knows this so he hands you the wooden spoon he just got done drying. He loves how playful you get when a song like this comes on that you can sing and dance to.

Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light

Television lover, baby, go all night

Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet

Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah, yeah

With his sleeves rolled up and a dish towel draped over his shoulder, Matt stands there helpless against your ass grinding up against his groin while you sing into the wooden spoon.

Now c'mon, take a bottle, shake it up

Break the bubble, break it up

Pour some sugar on me

Ooh, in the name of love

Pour some sugar on me

C'mon, fire me up

Pour your sugar on me

I can't get enough

I'm hot, sticky sweet

From my head to my feet, yeah

He’s smiling and laughing at you because you’re having such a good time singing and dancing up against him and together moments like these are just one of the reasons Matt loves you so much. Turning something mundane like washing dishes into filling the room with music and laughter is something that makes you happy which makes Matt happy.

You spin around from his front to his back side to playfully smack him on his perfect ass with the wooden spoon.

“Ouch! Did you just—smack me in the ass with that thing?” Even from behind, you can see the classic Matt Murdock smirk while you giggled in his ear.

“Matty, with an ass like yours, it just begs to be smacked, pinched, grabbed, bitten—all the things.”

And before he knew it, you were back to dancing in front of him, one hand holding the spoon and using the other to grab him by the tie and pull him in close.

You got the peaches, I got the cream

Sweet to taste, saccharine

'Cause I'm hot (hot), say what, sticky sweet

From my head (head), my head, to my feet

Do you take sugar? One lump or two?

He took another sip of his bourbon and ghosted his lips over yours. “You think you can just grind your ass into me and get away with it, sweetheart?”

The sound and tone of Matt’s voice always turned you on, the low whisper of the way he called you “sweetheart” sent a heat through your body that hit you right in your core, sending shivers to other parts of your body as well. His face might as well already be buried between your legs because that’s where it was headed.

“What do you plan on doing about it, Mr. Murdock?”

He took the spoon out of your hand and rested it on the counter, bit his bottom lip before leaning all the way in for a kiss. The towel he had draped over his shoulder fell to the floor as he tangled his hands in your hair and you lost all ability to speak when he kissed your neck, it just came out as soft moans and incoherent sounds.

“I think we’re done with the dishes, angel. Bedroom…NOW.”

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What's the relationship dynamic like between you and the Snatcher? Has he ever made a contract with you? How long did it take him to open up to you? Are the two of you into PDA?

Hi thanks for sending an ask!! And sorry for taking so long to answer!

For our relationship dynamic I'd descibe it as "person harden by the world and refused to open up again x optimist who sees the best in people and slowly breaks their shell"

Snatcher had long given up in love and humanity as a whole, seeing humans as only a fun play thing or a quick snack. So when he meets someone who shows him of all people real genuine kindness, he's dumbfounded. How? Why? Why would someone be nice to him? He could understand why Hat & Bow are nice to him, they're childen (and also aliens!) But me? Who was aware of his reputation? Who knew what he did to people? He just couldn't get it. At first he kinda hated me, making it clear if it wasn't for Hat Kids intervention I'd be dead by now, but he was also subconsciously fascinated. At first he convinced himself he was just curious as to what the fuck was wrong with me, for not being scared of him, for actively wanting to be around him. But eventually he realised it was love. He HATED IT. He told himself he was never going to fall in love after last time (not that he truly loved her but thats a headcanon for another time), but here he his head over heals for a silly little human!! He tried his best to avoid me for a while, I was really confused and quite a bit upset. It wasn't until Hat Kid showed me a certain book I understood why he was avoiding me. I managed to track him down, told him I knew what happened and that if he wanted to me go away I would, and I think that's what broke him. After centuries of building up walls, of not allowing people in, he finally allowed himself to be soft. That was the first time he hugged me, and I guess the rest is history as they say

Wow that was a lot more than I meant to write, I'd say a more modern description of our relationship dynamic is "bastard (Snatcher) and bastard enabler (me)"

Has he made a contract with me? Thats actually how we met! I was wandering in Subcon Forest when I stumbled into one of his traps! He would of had my soul if it wasn't for Hat Kid intervening at the last second. She said she didn't want him taking any souls whist she was around and he reluctantly agreed (he is her contractually obligated bff!). Instead of doing the smart thing and running away I stuck around, from that first meeting I thought he was really cool and wanted to know more. Now he does occasionally give me contracts but they're only silly things, like if I loose the next game in mario kart I have to give him a kiss.

It took a long time, everything I decribed in the first part was over the course of about a year. That still might be relatively quick, especially if you've been around for centuries like him, a year feels like nothing, but it felt like centuries for me!

Neither of us are much for pda, nevermind trying to get him to leave Subcon. Generally the most he dose in public is pet names: toots, sweetheart, dearie. If it's in a sappy romance novel he has called me it.

But when it is the two of us? We are both very physically affectionate, he is a giant lap cat/snake. He likes to coil himself around me and I can't complain! He's so soft and gentle, he knows my joints aren't the best and does everything he can to make sure I'm comfy

#I did not mean to write that much lol #got a bit carried away #I'm on hoilday for the next week with no drawing so maybe I'll do some writing! #jamies ask tag #self ship #self shipping #self inserts #self insert #💜my king💜