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lakesbian · 10 months

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Would it be in character to have extremely cheese romancey fanart of Aisha x Alec? Like ..... I kinda wanna

[hits button that drops everyone else waiting in the ask line into a gigantic pit of lava so you're first]

extremely comically ridiculously awfully hilariously not in character. they simply do not work like that. at all. alec isn't even really consciously aware that he [teenage crush gossip voice] liiiikes her--because he only got through his childhood by furiously repressing all of his own emotions, especially the ones involving Caring About Things--but even if he was aware you couldn't pry an admittance of that fact out of him with a fucking crowbar. like you know that post about Worm Prom? alec would respond to aisha asking what he thinks about her super high-effort cool Worm Prom outfit by going "it's alright" but then when they actually get to the Worm Prom he immediately starts pointing his scepter at random children and demanding they bow to the prom queen (aisha) and tell her her outfit is cool. like that's how he expresses affection.

aisha, on the other hand, knows she thinks he's pretty cute (and is good enough at Noticing Things about the undersiders to guess that alec keeps compulsively touching her w/ a level of intimacy he doesn't give anyone else for a reason) but is perfectly content with keeping their little teenage Thing where it is instead of trying to escalate further and making it weird or too serious. so their relationship status is "shitty teen besties who never talk about their relationship status + would rather die than behave like, say, brian and taylor do, but do occasionally act on mutual attraction with no real expectations for the future beyond 'we're gonna keep hanging out.'" whereas someone like taylor could never kiss another one of the undersiders and then carry on without addressing, it aisha and alec do absolutely kiss 2-3 times tops and never speak about it before or after, and they're okay with that. alec does occasionally wonderhope if she'll do it again though. he thinks she has nice chapstick.

that said. the aishalec content situation is even more dire than the briantaylor content situation so you'd be forgiven. like i'll take crumbs at this point. drawing their version of romance is so much more fun than drawing something generic though. it's a million more times interesting to include the flair of what makes those characters Those Characters instead of tossing them in situations they would literally never be in. you can draw whatever you want forever but, like, fanart of them doing things they would actually do >>> cheesy stereotypical romantic fanart of them. their style of romance is:

- alec using his power on her and smiling like a big ole dumbass on her face + telling her to Shut Up about it even though she's not actually saying anything just feeling generally positive emotions about him (all of which he can feel, and all of which are forming 'ohhhhh i would die for her' neuron connections in his brain entirely unbeknownst to him)

- making fun of shitty movies together and accidentally falling asleep on the couch w/ their heads on opposite armrests and their legs overlapping

- when aisha calls someone lame and alec immediately goes "REALLY lame," because he's whipped

- casual physical contact in general. alec is emotionally repressed to fuck and back and couldn't consciously reason his feelings out enough to express them via words + very canonically likes physical intimacy and aisha is also not the type of person to verbally express affection either for a variety of reasons so this is how you end up w/ scenes like the one in canon where they're doing an extended bit together while alec has an arm over her shoulder. leaning on each other, aisha hauling alec around by his wrist, arms over shoulders, always standing next to each other, etc. little casual touches where neither of them are being visibly flustered or anything but how glued at the waist they are makes it obvious 2 anyone watching that Those Kids Like Each Other. it's like when emo kids sit on each others laps while hanging out at the mall except alec is more of a claires boy. she was a hot topic girl he was a claires boy need i say more

- actually if we want to be cheesy and self indulgent literally just put them on a little date at the mall neither of them are calling a date. trying on silly little outfits so they can decide which ones they're gonna shoplift. (alec would find this boring normally but finds himself inexplicably compelled by watching aisha put on one million neon bangles + form very insistent opinions about which pair of leggings he wears better.) sharing food court snacks. he can be the blue raspberry slurpee 2 her grape slurpee. alec casually feeding her a fry or smth. sitting squished into the same massage chair together while they try 2 one up each other w/ making fun of the ppl walking by. etc. also need to reiterate that aisha dragging him around by his wrist or alec pushing her somewhere with a hand on her back Is their version of holding hands.

- they canonically shared personal stories and hung out. a lot. entirely offscreen. you can't prove they Weren't laying next 2 each other on the floor sharing a bag of chips while alec casually explained the worst day of his life 2 her. they're sort of far more about the intimacy of someone really Seeing You for the first time than they are about cheesy romance.

anyway my point is if you draw them giving each other flowers or blushing or saying or doing literally anything notably sappy you're doing it wrong but if you draw alec putting an arm over her shoulder + her tiredly leaning on him while they're in the back of a transport van on their way back from doing Crimes or her giving him a too-forceful shitty awkward teenage kiss while he visibly bluescreens and forgets to close his eyes or him falling to the ground clinging to her and wheezing while she cackles because they just pulled off a Sick Prank on brian. then youre doing it right. hope this helps to explain the nature of aishalec

#ask #worm spoilers #scarf don't look

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cha0ticspacebi · 1 year

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The King of the Hellfire Club: Chapter 5

Your dad promised this was the last move until after you graduate. You see Eddie Munson outside Nancy's house shortly after your arrival in Hawkins. Everyone tells you to stay away but you're sure there's more to him than he lets on. Now it's the day before spring break and you just have to work up the nerve to actually talk to him before you lose your chance.

Tags: 18+ MDNI,falling in love, full of cheesy cliche high school romance tropes, dungeon master Eddie, dom Eddie, rockstar Eddie, hurt/comfort, getting together, fluff/smut

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You’ve had sloppy make out sessions before but they never meant anything. Nothing but company or ways to pass the time. All the classic literature set your expectations far higher than any of them could ever meet. Unlike the absolute firecrackers going off between you and a certain soft hearted metalhead right now. His Black Sabbath cassette still playing in the background. Your hands entangled in his messy hair. Kissing him like he’s your only life line to reality.

His hands slid down your shoulders landing on your waist, with minimal effort picking you up and guiding you to the head of his bed, “Stay.” His words still holding some mystical force over you.

You can only watch helplessly as he steps off the bed and removes his jacket, “You had your turn to speak now since I was interrupted, it's my turn. As I was saying, do you know what this means?” He held the bandana between his fingers again, “No words. Just nod.”

You shake your head no.

“Good girl” Your heart races. Breath unsteady as he draws closer. Wrapping the bandana in and around his hands.

“This is part of a code. It has a long history that at another time I’m sure you’d find fascinating. You may have noticed I only ever wear it in my left pocket. What's important right now is the color. Black is used to indicate certain…preferences in the bedroom. It means I like being in control. I like watching my partner be they female…or male…under my spell, helpless and begging for release. I crave it…Is that something you’d be interested in? You may use your words sweetheart.”

You weren’t sure you had any but you manage, “Yes Eddie. I’d like that very much.”

He smiles. “I thought so,” He set the bandana on the bed and grabbed the handcuffs from the wall, “You’re very bright. Damn near a genius so I won’t bother asking if you know what these are for. Sometimes my…preferences also include restraining. Keep you in place so I can have my way with you but we have all the time in the world to explore. I told you there was so much I could show you sweetheart. For now though we will take it slow. Tell me, fair maiden, have you been with a man before?”

You lower your eyes, “I have. He was-”

He softly puts his hand over your mouth, “Shh. Are you about to tell me about a previous lover?”

You nod.

“From now on I only want you thinking of me. Every time you think of pleasure I want my face to be the only one you see, for as long as you’ll have me. How does that sound?”

Your chest burned with desire, “Please Eddie. I want you.”

“I want you too sweetheart. I want you wet, writhing, and wanting.” He pulled the hellfire shirt over his head, discarding it on the floor. Guitar pick chain laying perfectly against his skin. He catches you staring at his tattoos, “Would you like a closer look?”

He presses his knee in between your legs, prying them apart. Hovering over you, his hair blocking out everything but his face, “You look so good under me.” He kissed your upper lip, working his way down your neck, “You’re going to look even better when I leave my mark on you.” The cassette player clicked and the room was quiet. He looked down at you with lust in his eyes.

“I did promise you a lesson in the ways of metal. And besides a little denial does wonders for the final result,” he pulled away and grabbed a handful of cassettes. He moved slowly. Intentionally. Pondering which to choose next. Just his eyes lifted to watch your tension build. He settled on one. The unmarked one.

“What am I going to learn now, gracious king?”

He tapped the plastic case against his palm, “This has a bit of everything on it. Not that you’ll remember most of it, I’m about to make you forget your own name…” His eyes darkened, “Fear not fair maiden, we can go over this lesson again and again if needed. If you need me to stop or slow down at any point, speak up,” he pulled his tongue along the length of your jaw, “I want to hear you. Tell me what I do to you. Tell me how I make you feel,” he bit your neck, sucking softly, dragging moans from your lips.

“Yes! Yes Eddie please, don’t stop,” your eyes water. Overcome with emotion.

He wipes the corner, “Sweetheart, are you sure you’re alright? I only want it to hurt if it's a good hurt.”

You shake your head, “I’m perfect Eddie. Your mouth feels amazing, I can feel I’m getting to you too. You're hard and I can feel every inch of you against my leg.”

He presses his hips into you, “You wanna feel my cock? What kind of king would I be to deny a lady’s request?” You can’t stop the noises that escape your lips.

“That’s my girl, let me hear those noises,” His guitar pick drags against your chest as he continues to leave his mark.

His mouth comes up to your ear, “Would like this shirt off?”

You plead yes and he happily obliges. Revealing a black lacy bra, hidden spoils of this afternoon’s mall trip.

“Sweetheart, is this for me? I wonder what other surprises I can find.” He straddled your hips, his confined cock pressing into your now bare skin. He cupped your breast in his hand, his rings shining bright against the black lace. His hands continue to glide down your stomach, fingers toying with the edge of your pants. He undid the button and made quick work of leaving you lying helplessly on his bed, flesh bare and chilled. Matching black lace covered your dripping cunt. The look on his face was devilish, as if he were a demon truly about to devour you mind, body, and soul. His hands didn’t leave you cold for long, caressing every inch of your skin.

“Remember what I said. I want to hear you. Give me all your noises and I’ll make you feel so good,” with his words you instantly oblige him. You reach up and pull desperately at your chest.

“Eddie god you're killing me. Please touch me more.”

“With pleasure,” he snaps your panties against your hip before slowly pulling them off revealing your wetness. He took his time torturing you. Leaving little love bites in a path along your inner thigh before reaching his destination. You breaths labored and short as he approaches. His tongue slid inside, tasting you, savoring every bite. Swirling your clit. You could feel his hair on your legs as he pushed you closer to the edge. You scream out when he sucks your clit.

“Good girl,” you hear him say, “More. Let everyone in this whole town know who makes you feel so good.” He pushes you to your limit. His hands gripping tightly on your hips as he continues his work, “You’re doing so well sweetheart. Are you ready for more?”

Your heart races as you watch him undo his zipper. He palms himself, teasing you before revealing his cock. He pushes himself up and grabs a condom from his dresser. Guiding it over his cock. He pushes your legs up and spreads them.

“Tell me what you want, my fair maiden.”

“I want your cock Eddie! Please fuck me!”

“More.”

“F-fuck me Eddie. Please, I want to feel you fill me up. I need you.”

“As you wish,” he pushes his cock into your soaked cunt. You let out an unearthly noise as he presses himself deeper and deeper. He leans down and kisses you. Mouth all over you, consuming your noises as he fucks you. Your hands reach up and grasp at him with desperation. When he’s had his fill of your mouth, he grabs your hand from his body and locks his fingers in yours as he presses your arm down above your head.

“You look so good sweetheart. I’m going to hold you down and fuck you until you come.” You let out a whine. Eyes pleading with him. His thrusts pick up speed. You yell out in pleasure. He looks you in the eyes as he gives you his love.

“I- I’m coming Eddie!” Your free hand clinging desperately to the loop on his jeans, pulling him closer.

He presses deep into you and kisses your face, his skin glistening with sweat.

“You did so well.”

You can tell your smile affects him when his cheeks flush and he kisses you again.

He lifts himself up and tosses the condom in the trash. You use your last bit of strength to sit up and finish off your drink.

“Soo…” he wavers back and forth as he zips his pants back up and pulls the dirty hellfire shirt back on. Uncertainty in his voice as he speaks, “If I’m the king of hellfire… what does that make you?”

You grin. Giving him a taste of his own medicine, you pull him forcefully back onto the bed with you. You catch him off guard and he laughs at your boldness. You run your fingers in his hair, looking into those beautiful brown eyes, “I think that makes me your queen.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things fanfic #stranger things smut #18+ content #high school sweetheart eddie munson #dungeon master eddie munson

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lunatens · 3 years

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just wanna be with you

requested by anon <3 tysm lovely!! sorry this is suuuuper cheesy lol, i hope u like it!! also sorry if there are mistakes, i didn’t really edit it much >_<

prompt: “out of everyone on earth, why did my soulmate have to be you?”

*part of my 2 years with luna event!

word count: 1.9k

genre: fluff, high school au, soulmate au, maybe a little bit of angst? (mc has some ✨trust issues✨)

pairing: han jisung x gn reader

“y/n!!!!! happy birthday!!” a loud voice resonates through the cafeteria. you groan, wishing you could vanish from the face of the earth as all eyes turn to either you or the source of the yelling--a boy who you would really, really rather not be seeing right now. you tug on your sleeve to make sure your forearm is covered before you feel someone slide into the seat beside you, and you don’t even bother turning your head to see who it is. han jisung, your school’s resident funny popular boy who gets along with any and everyone.

everyone except you, that is. his class clown personality only irritates you; you’re sure it’s all just an act to get people to like him or something. plus, he must be the most annoying person on the entire planet. every time you just want to sit by yourself and read or scroll through social media, there’s jisung to interrupt you. in fact, even when you’re with your friends he finds a reason to approach you and try and draw your attention towards him. your friends say you’re just in denial of your real feelings towards him, and you find yourself mentally puking at the thought. okay, you think he’s maybe kinda cute (not that you’d ever admit that to anyone) but that’s just more of a reason to despise him, right??

it’s no secret to anyone that jisung has a huge crush on you; for over a year now he’s tried everything in the book to get you to go out with him. nevertheless, his advances are always shot down. minho’s tried to get you to at least give him a chance, but he’s long given up his efforts. see, no matter what anyone says, you know deep down inside that jisung’s just trying to embarrass you. the second you agree to a date, he’ll laugh in your face, or even worse--he’ll stand you up and the whole school will laugh at how pathetic you are for thinking someone like him would actually like someone like you.

sure, felix said that’s all crazy, and hyunjin called you delusional and overdramatic for thinking that, but what do they know! they aren’t the ones who have to deal with jisung’s endless pestering and teasing (hyunjin says it’s just flirting, but you aren’t so sure about that).

you just wanted to eat lunch alone in peace tucked away in the corner of the cafeteria, is that too much to ask? most of your friends are away on a class field trip today; normally you eat with jeongin when this happens since neither of you are in the same class as your friends but unfortunately, he’s at home sick today so you’re stuck eating alone. not that you mind all that much; it’s a good opportunity to catch up on schoolwork while you eat, and it can be refreshing to have a small break from the chaos of your friend group.

but today of all days, you really don’t want to see jisung. today’s your seventeenth birthday, which means at midnight last night, you experienced the wonderful and exciting moment when your soulmate’s name appeared inked onto your forearm. needless to say, shocked and disappointed hardly begin to describe how you felt when the name “han jisung” appeared on your skin. you honestly couldn’t believe it at first; maybe felix figured out some elaborate prank, but the more you rubbed at the black letters in an effort to make them disappear the more you realized han jisung really is your soulmate.

hearing jisung’s voice made you feel queasy with...nerves? dread? yeah, let’s go with dread, definitely not any other feelings. your palms feel clammy and heat rises to your cheeks when he slides in beside you, and you do your best to act natural when he comfortably slings an arm around your shoulders.

“so y/n, i know it’s your seventeenth birthday today…” jisung begins, voice oozing with that confidence you’ve come to hate. you finally turn your head to see him grinning at you expectantly, although his smile isn’t quite as wide as you thought it’d be.

“yep, it is indeed. now please go away,” you reply. you’re not going to give him what he’s looking for; for now you’ll just keep stalling until you can think of what to say--you know jisung won’t leave until he has an answer about your soulmate. you don’t want to lie to him, but you don’t think you’re quite ready for him to find out the truth just yet.

“...soooo you’re gonna show me my name on your wrist, right?” he asks, and..are you hearing right? is there a slight waver in his confidence? you try to read his facial expression for any falters in his normally strong front, but now you’re doubting yourself. you’re just hearing things, or maybe he’s just nervous you’ll finally find out he was pranking you all along.

“what makes you so sure it’s your name on my wrist?” you respond, quirking your eyebrows at him.

“just a feeling. i know you and i are meant to be, y/n,” he comments with a wink, and your eyes flick down to his exposed wrist to double-check he doesn’t know anything. you’re pretty sure he hasn’t had his birthday yet, and your thoughts are confirmed when you spy his bare skin, devoid of ink.

“well, maybe you’re wrong,” you mutter, turning back to your schoolwork. you don’t know how long you can keep this up for, especially not when jisung’s so close to you.

“then you gotta show me who it is at least, y/n. i’d rather you break my heart now than make me wait til my birthday,” he jokes, although now you’re sure there’s a more serious undertone to his words.

“no.” you reply. you’re starting to get annoyed with jisung’s persistence, why can’t he just leave you alone and wait for you to tell him when you’re ready?

“awe come on y/n, please?” he begs, leaning his head down onto the table so you can’t avoid his puppy dog stare.

“i said no, jisung, now i’d really appreciate it if you left me alone.”

“i promise i will if you just-” jisung reaches to gently tug at your sleeve, and you snap.

“ugh, out of everyone on earth, why did my soulmate have to be you?” you mumble as you pull your arm away from his grip. you freeze as the realization hits you--you just told jisung the very thing you were trying so hard to keep from him. jisung looks equally as shocked as your eyes dart to his for a split second before you hastily grab your things and walk away from the table, leaving a speechless jisung behind you.

you walk out into the hallway where a few students stand or sit, hanging out comfortably as they wait for class to start again. there’s a spot near the music hall you know you can probably hide from jisung for the rest of lunch, and then you’ll just try your best to avoid him at least for the rest of the day. that might be hard, seeing as he sits right behind you in your english class, but maybe you can just skip-

“y/n!! there you are, wow you walk fast,” jisung says as he catches up to you. there aren’t too many students in this section of the hallway, which you’re grateful for--you can feel your eyes starting to well up with tears as you anticipate the embarrassment you’re about to experience.

“jisung, i’m really not in the mood,” you mutter, your voice cracking a little as you avoid eye contact.

“why’d you run away? hey, are you okay?” he asks. his voice is soft and sincere, which surprises you--you didn’t think he was capable of such emotions.

“no, jisung, i’m not okay. you’re my soulmate which really sucks because i know you don’t even like me like that and you’re just trying to mess with my feelings and-”

“woah woah, i’m sorry, what???? why would you think i don’t like you?” jisung asks. he stops walking, prompting you to stop as well, now a couple of steps in front of him.

“i-i don’t know, you’re just always so goofy and joking around, i just assumed you were playing a prank on me or something,” you explain. you stare at your shoes, too afraid to look at jisung right now. he steps forward, tentatively lifting a hand to your chin and raising your head so you’ll look at him.

“y/n, i’m telling you now, i really, really like you. like, probably too much. why do you think i haven’t dated anyone else this whole time?”

“i-”

“i’m sorry for coming off that way; to be honest, i couldn’t really handle the idea that you didn’t like me back, or that your soulmate might be someone else, so i just tried to play it off. honestly, when i came to talk to you today, i really wasn’t expecting to actually be your soulmate. i thought you’d say some other name, and i’d laugh it off and pretend i wasn’t heartbroken, so when you said i’m your soulmate, i didn’t even know how to react,” jisung explains.

“yeah, i don’t think i’ve ever seen you so quiet,” you joke, a tsunami of relief washing over you. you smile gently, your nerves and embarrassment washed away only to be replaced with a new, unfamiliar emotion. well, you shouldn’t say unfamiliar--you’ve felt twinges of it before, like when jisung lent you a calculator for a test or helped you up when you tripped in the hallway, but you always shoved those feelings down, not wanting them to grow into anything dangerous. but now, you suppose, you can let them flourish as you come to terms with the fact jisung genuinely does have feelings for you. it’s sort of weird seeing him flustered and embarrassed, but you think it’s cute.

the bell rings suddenly, signifying the end of lunch; just minutes before, lunch couldn’t be over soon enough, but now you find yourself wishing it could go on longer so you could talk to jisung more. how are you supposed to focus on class after all of this? your thoughts are interrupted as you feel jisung’s arm slip through yours as he gently guides you to start walking to class.

“so do your friends know yet?” jisung asks as you weave through the sea of students. the two of you get more than a few stares on your way to class; you are linking arms with the han jisung, of course, and you’re not trying to shove him away for once.

“only jeongin, and i made him swear not to tell the others. i didn’t wanna deal with all of them just yet,” you admit. “ugh, they’re never gonna let me live this down,” you groan, leaning your head onto jisung’s shoulder, and he thinks he might explode at how cute you are.

“but it’ll be worth it, because you have me!” jisung says. “we can handle a little teasing, right?”

“yeah...you’re right,” you reply with a soft smile. it’s starting to sink in that wow, you’ve actually found your soulmate, the person you’re destined to spend the rest of your life with, and your stomach bubbles with excitement as you finally feel at peace with jisung by your side.

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ashxketchum · 3 years

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50 TyHil

This prompt is just so perfect for these two, this is only one out of thousand scenarios I could write for them with this prompt!

Thank you for sending it 💖

Prompt no. 50 : "putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up"

“This is a disaster.”

Of course it was, Tyson rolled his eyes, he wanted to turn around and tell her that she shouldn’t have expected anything better from him, but it was late and he was tired of walking around in circles and they were so lost. So he decided to save his energy and continue onward without paying any attention to Hilary and her timely outbursts. If he could just bring himself to concentrate on his surroundings and recall any thing that could hint him towards the correct route that would lead them back to their camping cabins, and hopefully some warm food.

“I can’t believe I trusted you to read a map correctly.” Hilary spoke up again, her tone getting antsier by the minute, almost starting to feel like a drill digging against his skull, “I also can’t believe that you left your phone back at the cabin-”

“Hey, you left your phone back at the cabin too.” Tyson spun on his feet, fixing her with an intense glare, to which she replied by folding her arms across her chest and shrugging nonchalantly, as if her actions were more justifiable than his, “And might I remind you,” He added through gritted teeth, “That the only reason we’re lost is because you said you heard the sound of water and led us off the trail so we could look for a non-existent stream.”

This time she squirmed under his glare, shifting her gaze downwards as her ears turned red in embarrassment over his statement, satisfied with the effect, Tyson turned around and began to lead the way once again.

They couldn’t have gotten very far from the main trail, Akebono Forest Reserve wasn’t even that big of an area, so Tyson was sure that if they stuck around the path that he remembered to be closest to the trail they were supposed to be following, they’d run into the people looking for them. At least he assumed that there were people looking for them, since it was already past 9 and the dark clouds in the sky indicated that there was a high possibility for rain. His brother and his friends, albeit annoyed by the long (and extremely loud) argument Tyson and Hilary had had throughout their bus ride here, were not cruel enough to leave the two stranded in a forest during heavy rain.

Suddenly Tyson felt the back of his jacket being pulled sharply and came to a sudden halt, his train of thought breaking as he tilted his head back to see Hilary grasping tightly onto his jacket, bent over as she attempt to control her panting by taking deep breaths.

“You’re...walking too...fast.” She managed to speak after a few minutes, looking up at him with a pleading expression on her face and Tyson felt slightly guilty for being too lost in his own thoughts to pay her any attention.

“Sorry, I’ll slow down.” Tyson replied, smiling sheepishly at her, to which she just replied with an exasperated look.

But as they started their aimless walking again, Tyson felt that his jacket was still being held onto. So after taking a few steps he paused, and tilted his head yet again to find that Hilary was still clutching onto it, even more tightly than earlier, and he ended up raising a questioning eyebrow at her.

“I don’t want to lose you.”

She murmured, her voice soft and devoid of the demanding tone it had held all evening, surprised Tyson and he felt heat rush into his cheeks as the double meaning behind her words register in his brain. Watching his reaction, Hilary too felt the weight behind her words and turned a similar shade of red as she defended herself hastily, “I meant lose sight of you again, don’t be such an idiot Tyson.”

Tyson shook his head in response, and they started their charade of finding the correct path once again, but this time there was a slightly giddy feeling in his chest every time he felt Hilary’s grip on his jacket. Whatever the meaning behind her words or the situation they were in, he liked hearing these things from her. He made a mental note to thank Max and Hiro later, since it was quite obvious that the two had rigged the drawing lots to make sure Tyson would end up with Hilary as his trekking partner and the two would patch things up before the training camp started. Even if it had led to the two of them walking towards their potential deaths, at least Tyson got to see Hilary flustered over saying something cheesy to him.

It was only a few minutes later that they arrived at a sort of clearing, that Tyson recognized from earlier in the day, and it took him quite the effort to not jump up and down with excitement over the thought of being close to making it back to where the rest of the team were. His natural instinct remind him that they were in a forest and loud noises could attract trouble during the night, so he calmly turned around to inform Hilary that they weren’t too far from the main trail now, but it seemed that she’d made the connection too, as her ruby eyes shined brightly taking in their surroundings. However, Hilary’s natural instincts must’ve told her something else, because she’d let go of Tyson’s jacket and had clasped her hands together excitedly.

“I remember this!” She cried out, “I remember this from-”

Tyson’s hands moved on their own and before he knew it he’d put one hand against her mouth, muffling any sound that may escape from it, and the other on her shoulder, gripping it tightly to hold her steady. He sent her a warning look, gesturing to their surroundings with his head in hopes of silently explaining the situation to her, but when their eyes locked, he saw that there was no comprehension in hers, only shock. And a moment later, Tyson hoped that the moonlight wasn’t playing any tricks on him, and that what he had seen flicker through her eyes was in fact, anticipation.

It was also in that moment, that Tyson became aware of the fact that his hand was pressed against her lips, and how their softness left a tingling sensation on his palms, that travelled through his fingers to the rest of his body, or that every time she exhaled, he’d feel her warm breath against his fingers.

Tyson knew he should let go of her now, that at the least she’d understood that she wasn’t supposed to make any noise, or that the absolute silence surrounding them indicated that they were safe here for now and nothing would jump out of the bushes to attack them.

But still, his whole body remained frozen in place, he was unable to move away from her, unable to look away from her eyes. Had her eyes always been so alluring, so easy to get lost in, he wondered to himself, his own breathing turning a little ragged as his hand that was gripping her shoulder moved slightly and came in contact with her bare collarbone and felt her gasp against his palm, and Tyson took that as the final sign, she wasn’t shocked or upset by his actions, she wanted more.

Well if she had led them to their deaths by going off the trail, the least Hilary could do was pay him back with a kiss. Tyson slowly slipped his hand away from her mouth and towards her chin, tilting it up towards himself, and just as he had hoped, instead of jumping back or shouting at him, Hilary responded by licking her lips and letting him know exactly what she wanted.

Tyson smirked at her, before leaning down towards her, moving his other hand away from her shoulder and wrapping it around her waist to pull her closer into him, her eyes fluttering shut as their noses touched tips, their lips only just an inch away from colliding.

Suddenly there was a blinding burst of light, and both Tyson and Hilary pulled themselves apart as they raised their hands to shield their eyes in an attempt to get a look at the interruption.

“Well, if I knew you guys would’ve been making up in that sense, I wouldn’t have bothered to come looking.”

Standing a few paces away from them, at the opposite side of the clearing was Max, holding a large flashlight in one hand and his phone in the other, a cheeky grin plastered all over his face as he added, “Oh don’t stop on my behalf, I’ll treat you guys to something nice with the money I’ll get from Rei and Hiro once we get back.”

#tyhil #beyblade fanfiction #beyblade #haha look at me trying to meet my camp nanowrimo goal by begging for prompts on tumblr every day instead of working on the actual wips #that i intended to work on #:')#writealot

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orsuliya · 3 years

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Guess what, it’s time for more married!Awu/XQ headcanons, part 2 of who knows how many. Beware of the sappiness!

Once it becomes clear that Xiao Qi and Awu have wildly different ideas about educating children, the denizens of Ningshuo Fortress draw a collective breath. Amusingly enough, it never comes to an all out fight like the one people have been expecting… but still a rather interesting time is had by all.

See, there is no doubt that raising a legion of soldiers is as much out of question as raising a glasshouse of tropical flowers… or root vegetables. That much everybody – from Ah Li Ma to Tang Jing who were both asked to consult on the matter – can agree on. The devil lies in the details. Reading and writing is paramount, but is calligraphy really necessary? Sewing is obviously a must for all, but is fanciful embroidery? Every child should be competent with at least one weapon, but ought they also learn to play instruments, even those with no particular talent for it? At least rudimentary drawing is useful all across the board, no argument to be had there.

The problem is not that Awu and Xiao Qi cannot find a compromise in each of those cases – they absolutely can. Or rather they could... if they were not so careful of offending each other. There comes a time when Xiao Qi blurts out that a princely education is no guarantee of a clear mind or an honourable heart… and then spends the next day or two being strangely apologetic. Which Awu certainly notices, for all that she has no idea what might have caused this sudden development. Yeah, that comment didn’t really register, at least not in the way Xiao Qi fears it did. And yes, Zitan is that much of a non-entity in Awu’s mind.

At the same time Awu might have been dancing around certain subjects, loathe to admit that her husband’s writing is sufficient for the purpose, but would absolutely prevent him from pursuing any kind of serious career in civil service. And since they want their kids to have options, maybe they should think about employing a calligraphy master after all.

Don’t worry, they come clear on both issues! What else are their nightly hug-discussions for, if not resolving potentially painful matters in a relaxed, constructive and mutually satisfying manner?

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Why would Awu be dancing around certain subjects related to Xiao Qi’s level of education? It’s not like he was ever particularly sensitive to such matters as class difference, right? No sign of inferiority complex there, that’s for sure. Well…

When Awu and Xiao Qi were preparing to leave the capital, Asu made an entire production out of his sister’s upcoming departure. Ningshuo, for all that it may be paradise itself – if one listens to the locals – is rather… provincial, right? No decent wine to be had, no silks, golden bathtubs, first-class inks, high-quality perfume or incense and if there is one decent guan to be had out there, then Turnip will eat his own most decorative one!

Not that Turnip ever comes out and says that Ningshuo is his idea of hell, but still. There is a reason why Xiao Qi prefers not to take part in this whole packing rigmarole; he wouldn’t want to distress his brother-in-law too much… or rather more than he already does at court. Awu takes this brotherly care with good humour; Asu is Asu and it’s true that he would never be able to make it in Ningshuo, but they’re very different Wang breeds and she has no doubts that she will absolutely thrive once there.

The thing is that once they settle in Ningshuo, Xiao Qi starts making those little comments. Nothing really overt and really, they’re made in jest more often than not… But it’s concerning all the same. Self-deprecation is not a good look on Awu’s husband! Well, it totally is, but there are much better ones, so it’s time to stage an intervention.

The next time Awu hears that a Princess like her could have never imagined she would be forced to toil in the field, she snaps. Not like they were toiling anyway – marking out the best pastures is hardly a back-breaking work! So what does she do? Well, first she waits until the evening… and then she immobilizes her husband. True, he may still try to get up while she’s in his lap, but this way he would be forced to take her with him! It’s truly diabolical.

As her second step she asks – very seriously – who is always right in their household and is it true that it’s Princess Yuzhang. Prince Yuzhang, unaware that he’s entering a trap and also rather distracted with what’s in his lap, admits that readily enough.

If Princess Yuzhang is always right, declares Awu, and I am Princess Yuzhang, then what I say must be the absolute truth. And what I say is that you are a silly, silly man. There is nobody else that I would ever wish to call my husband and nowhere that I would rather live but here, by your side, building a future for us and our children. Why, I wouldn’t exchange our current life for any crown and I am something on an expert on those.

It works rather well, that’s as much as I will say on the matter.

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They do end up employing a calligraphy master for the children. And a painting master. And a slew of other masters as some of the kids get older and develop specific talents. Besides, there is nothing that says they need to limit their educational efforts to their own legion. Ningshuo’s population is booming and there is no better time to found a school or twenty for local children.

Of course most established scholars are very used to comfort and not really used to long trips. In short order, Ningshuo becomes the number one destination for young adventurous men of letters, most rather lacking when it comes to illustrious family background. But they are not the only ones interested in moving to Ningshuo: a good number of respectable old masters also decide to do so.

Turnip Wang tries to warn his sister that she’s playing host to a whole host of dangerous free-thinkers, some of them openly critical of this whole idea of monarchy. Oh, the horror! Awu simply looks at her harried sibling with a perfectly straight face and says that she hasn’t noticed any danger other than the danger of having exceedingly eloquent dinner-companions, which sometimes means that food grows cold before anybody even starts on it. Xiao Qi is very pointedly suppressing a smile in the background.

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Xiao Qi and Awu are that unbearably cheesy married couple who remains staunchingly and embarrassingly in love even after twenty, thirty years of marriage. And they have absolutely no qualms about public displays of affection. Which leads to some rather amusing moments while at court, but that is an entirely different story.

Now, their kids – both bio and adopted – think it’s the bee’s knees that their parental units love each other so much… but could they tone it down? Just a little? Would a tiny smidge of dignity be totally out of question? There is nothing fundamentally wrong with Father picking Mother up… but must he do it in the middle of the courtyard? And let us not even speak of farewell hugs. And the teasing. Oh, the teasing!

It gets much, much worse once the kids grow up and start pairing off. See, only now do they start to realize what some of their parents’ little quirks actually mean. And most of them mean that Awu and Xiao Qi – grey hair and all – are not that far removed from a pair of newly-weds. More that one son-in-law gets absolutely flustered – some into speechlessness – by the ever-powerful hearteyes. For some reason daughters-in-law deal with this situation much better, although approximately every second one develops… certain expectations.

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Awu and Xiao Qi do not get it on nearly as often as those poor horrified kids might think. That is they do get it on quite a lot! But it’s far from the only way of marital closeness they enjoy.

The first time Awu and Xiao Qi take a bath together establishes a routine that lasts for the rest of their lives. Dressing and undressing is Awu’s time to be petted and made much of, but bathing? Ooooh, that’s a wholly different matter.

That first time they get into a tub together it’s actually Awu who sits behind Xiao Qi and starts washing him. At first he is more than a bit bashful about it and tries to turn the tables on her, but she is relentless. Finally he starts to relax and once Awu gets to washing his hair, his state can only be described as utter contentedness. There might be some neck kisses and soothing scratches to be had as well, both of which only draw him deeper into a dreamlike trance.

After the water grows cold, Awu dresses them both in soft nightime robes and leads Xiao Qi, still pretty out of it, to bed. Not to have sex, mind you. Just to lie down and breathe together, as close to each other – bodily and mentally – as it is even possible. I am not saying that Xiao Qi cries at any point… Well, of course he cries! It is the first time he’s been treated with this kind of overwhelming tenderness; experiencing such absolute depth of care and love for the first time is an earth-shattering experience for a man who had known so little of both in his life.

They take care to repeat this experience at least once a month; after the first several times Awu no longer has to propose taking a bath together. The first time he actually asks? Her heart grows two whole sizes from sheer pride.

#the rebel princess #monarch industry #Awu and XQ headcanon time #I am so sappy it's getting embarassing #do I care #no not really and it's all your fault anyway #you evil nonnies with your evil asks #you know who you are #I am but a victim and so cannot be blamed for anybody overdosing on pure sugar

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Hi!!! May I get a HP, Star Wars, Voltron, and Disney matchup?

𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗦 + 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘

19, Libra, Neutral Good, enneagram is 4w5, muggleborn Ravenclaw (with Gryffindor tendencies), and my patronus spirit is Hummingbird. Biromantic Pansexual Genderfluid woman using pronouns of She/Her or He/Him. Cherubic-like face, with short height (5'1") plus sized Southeast Asian woman with Spanish descent that has chic messy/wavy brunette medium hair that reaches to my shoulder, oriental skin, slightly upturned eyes, small lashes, chocolate brown irises, cute flat nose, heart shaped face, full cheeks, cupid's bow lips, a small beauty mark on the forehead, and naturally straight teeth with tiny gap in front (just imagine that it's a mixture of Marinette from 𝗠𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗟𝗮𝗱𝘆𝗯𝘂𝗴, Musa from 𝗪𝗶𝗻𝘅 𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯, and Alexandra Trese from 𝗧𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲---cause' my friend told me that I kinda look like them). My sense of fashion is in between emo and boyish plus korean glam, I sometimes let my hair down or styled like Lara Croft reboot.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬

Distant, quiet, and timid at first making people thought I'm a demure, modest, and self-effacing that looks "immaculate" or "one of a kind" (due to my protective mom, a reason why I've never been in a relationship) but the truth is, dunno how to initiate a conversation, but a total opposite if I open up---friendly, ambivert, witty, laughing loudly on a daily basis---like my happiness is too shallow, super talkative, eats a lot (yeah I can finish a huge slice of cake or a meal in one sitting), awkward, daydreamer (I got embarrassed from knocking at the door even I'm inside the classroom 😂), EXTREMELY CLUMSY (mostly gets bruises from hitting, bumping my head somewhere, walking into something on my way, and being careless to my belongings), secretly likes affection, easily overwhelmed, prone to melt over wholesomeness, flusters on compliments, lightly blushes on cheesy banters, eager to share what I know (especially about Catholic Church---my past teacher joked that I'll become a saint because of it 🤣), oftenly speaks full of sarcasm with a lowkey crackhead energy citing meme references, and talented girl who can be your no.1 supporter and unashamed to be true to myself but can be awkward to strangers. In terms of leadership, I only educate and guide than being a prefect (I might take the role seriously), will lift my group when there's lacking/incompleteness. About doing projects in school, I become too extra and prepared for efforts, but I'll forget the process in the end.

The extent, I'm expressive, warm-hearted, willig to help, kind, intelligent, supportive, nice, creative, enthusiastic, laid-back, determined, tough, competitive, and feisty outside, but a real softie that can be childish and dramatic that cries so easily (but will enlightened real quick by smallest things that makes me smile) filled with doubts, frustrations, and insecurities with fear of failure that pushes off the limits to to please everyone because they might get dissappointed from expectations---I simply can't stop proving myself too much because I'm a survivor of bullying. But I still managed to be stronger than ever after I stumbled, even it's a slow burn process. I can be blunt, intimidating, harsh, and a douchebag if I receive ends or I got interrupted while doing something. Immature, headstrong, perfectionist, demanding, hesitant, jumpy, forgetful, overthinker, quick-tempered, sensitive, and anxious (no joke, my nervousness makes me think worse scenario will arrive). Though can be procrastinator and arrogant, I raised as a religious 𝖺𝗇𝖽 diplomatic youth, willing to fight what I believe (including my dreams and what's important to me) and what is right. In addition, I have a habit of staying up late and doing sign of the cross to ease nervousness.

Rowdy and feeling-brokenhearted and bitter friend in the group who fangirl a lot, swears like sailor, will call out on people that we loathe, will make fun of your stupidity (in a good way) before helping, and bring gossips, but a hopeless romantic and cheeky (makes banter with sarcasms or pick up lines as an endearment, but gets annoyed if I received sappy or offensive one), Still generous and concerned person in a subtle and different way.

𝗛𝗢𝗕𝗕𝗜𝗘𝗦

My hobbies are singing, drawing, roleplaying, listening to music, chatting/browsing on social media, conceptualizing, writing, and reading some stuffs. I'll include making corniest jokes/puns, sleeping, and dancing when nobody's around or walking like a model if I feel so bold (even I'm terrible at both xD). I also used to learn Italian language a bit.

𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦

Loves kittens, milk tea, singing at the karaoke, cartoons, iced coffee, memes, cute things, watching YouTube videos (mostly pageants, ASMR, edit audios, and mukbangs), also enjoys playing games on my sister's PSP. Sucker for arts, choir, poetry, night sky, makeup, fun/deep/dumb conversations, Christianity, documentaries (about saints, real crime stories, and inspirational people), reading interesting stuffs, talking about social issues, and creative writing, chilling both indoors and outdoors. Beside that, my music taste are like late 90s-2000s songs (mostly rock, pop, and country) sometimes Catholic songs, kpop and ppop, chocoholic, and a sweetooth as well.

𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦

Things that I hate are stereotyping, HUGE creepy crawlies (spiders, toads, snakes, and cockroaches), firecracker sounds, thunder and lightning, being left out, loneliness, heart break, blackout, and judgemental people. If I found out that someone hates or backstabbing or being rude to me, I won't hesitate to throw offensive criticisms, leaving them with a "I don't give a f" attitude. One random fact about me is, I 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 vent out EVERYTHING I despise in my entire existence---from bad soap operas to toxicity, worse scenarios in real life, and how terrible is my love life from unrequited feelings that I got, because it's a big deal for me, and I consider forcing me to do what I'm not into and manipulating me as my major pet peeves.

𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗦

In terms of triggers...I only have two which are ta𝖨king about divorce/annullment/separation because I came from a generational broken family (it sucks that some people I knew assumed that the reason why I'm overly unaware that someone is interested in me in secret, is I have "high standards" looking for a partner, but the truth is I'm strict and I have a personal preferences...I know my worth and I don't want settle for less!) and religion/beliefs discrimination, cause' there are reasonings that doesn't makes sense because some, sounds too hypocritical, like as if you're a morally good person.

𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 + 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗨𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗦

My love languages are quality time and gift giving, but I actually swoon over physical touch (especially cuddles and cute kisses) and words of affirmation when it comes to having a partner, though I get attracted so easily, matured but can be a goofy person who's nice, friendly, kind-hearted, loving, faithful, and excels in academics is my cup of tea. Whenever I have a real life crush (which is rare), I act the same but deep inside, my heart is about to explode and will eventually share to my trustful friends how I highly admire that person, however if they spilled the beans out, I'll obviously deny it and will cry if they like someone else, it will take some time for me to move on, now I don't care for them anymore.

Best Friends to Lovers is my ideal trope because I find it very cute since you already knew each other before dating (which happened to my 2nd cousin, she married her best friend!)---perfect balance for romance, laughters, comfort, and tears when it comes to sharing your vibes, being there through thick and thin, safe with embraces, and helping each other to grow.

𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗜𝗔𝗦

My best assets are smile, eyes, personality, singing voice, artistic skills, writings, intelligence, oratorical skills and I have potential in hosting...so I can consider myself as a singer, artist, orator, speaker, and a top student who's a former active campus ministry member with three roles (choir leader, psalm singer, and reader).

May sounds different but I'm passionate for helping people through my talents and sharing my story to inspire everyone. I may look selfish, but I have a different way on how I show that I actually care also I have a biased sentimental value

Currently a college freshman, learning how to cook. I have so many interests, to the point I don't know what I'm into because of my dreams to become a popular Filipino YouTuber, a novelist, and being part of a successful chorale competing internationally...I also consider joining pageants at school too once the pandemic ends, but maybe.

HP: Remus!

- Remus is also quiet and a bit reserved when he's not in a familiar situation, so your own first impression on him would be a good one, as you'd seem similar to his own personality. He's sweet and is able to start up a conversation if he notices the other person is having a hard time doing so, so hopefully he'd be able to bring out your more extroverted and friendly self after a while so he can be around the more open you. He wouldn't mind you being a bit awkward-he's very much the same way-honestly, the comradery that would come from that would be more positive than anything else. He loves sharing knowledge and learning about new things, so your eagerness to talk about what you know would work really well also! He does a lot better when he knows someone has his back too, so your extra supportive nature would endear him to you as well.

SW: Han!

- Your nicer and more helpful personality would balance out Han's more standoffish vibes when first meeting. You might get on his nerves a bit first, but you'd quickly grown on him and, in turn, make him a bit of a better person. Your ability to be blunt and a bit harsh would serve you well if you ever needed to stand your ground on an issue that two of you have, as he can be quite stubborn.

VLD: Lance!

- Lance can be a bit immature from time to time as well, especially when it comes to trying to be funny or cheering up those around him-he's also headstrong and typically firm in what he wants to do, so your own determined personality would attract him to you a lot as well. He often puts off things he needs to do if they make him anxious too, but if you both recognize that you share that problem, helping each other might be a good solution!

Disney: Flynn!

- Flynn is quite a sarcastic and teasing person, so your own humor would match well with his. He's also quite a hopeless romantic as well, even though he's certainly not one to admit that right off the bat. He enjoys singing, and as he gets closer to someone he feels more comfortable doing so in front of them, so a partner he's been with for a long time would get to see him be more and more open with it. That also applies to activities like dancing.

#hp matchup #remus lupin #sw matchp #han solo #vld matchup #lance mcclain #disney matchup #flynn rider

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hansols-yoda-boxers · 4 years

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Ateez NSFW A-Z

Seonghwa

A = Aftercare

Honestly a whole ass KING of aftercare. This man will pull out all the stops to make sure you’re well cared for after sex. He has food prepared, he’ll have everything ready for a bath and soft, clean pyjamas. Even if you’re feeling fine he’ll make sure everything gets properly cleaned up after and he’ll check with you over and over to make sure you feel good before you sleep.

B = Body Part

He likes his smile and his mouth in general. He loves that you tell him you love his smile and how sweet he can be, but he also loves the look you get on your face when you see a smirk on his lips, when you know he’s in the mood to tease you or push you to your limits. He also loves how you get weak for his kisses so easily. On you he loves the small of your back. He loves wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer. He loves how much it makes you weak as he trails his fingertips down your spine.

C = Cum

He honestly doesn’t want to make a huge mess and he’s pretty safe so usually he’s fine to just cum in a condom. He won’t admit how much he loves cumming down the back of your throat but whenever it happens he thinks it's incredibly hot. He won’t cum inside you unprotected unless you’ve been together a long time and you’re both ready for the potential consequences but god damn does he ever love it.

D = Dirty Secret

Usually he’s a soft dom when he’s with you. He doesn’t want to push you too far most of the time. But he wants to deep down. He loves the idea of tying you up and gagging you and maybe even using a blindfold as well. He wants to get more kinky with you but he’s worried you won’t be into the idea.

E = Experience

A few partners. Enough that he has a pretty strong handle on what he likes and doesn’t but not so much that he’s explored all of his potential kinks so there are some things he wants to try out. None of them have been super long term yet either so he’s eager to find someone he can be with longer term and explore more with.

F = Favourite Position

Some form or missionary. When he’s in a softer mood he loves a really traditional position where he can see your face and kiss you and gaze into your eyes. When he’s in a rougher mood he’d have you on your back while he’s standing and he pounds into you with a fire in his eyes.

G = Goofy

Not overly goofy. He’s either really soft for you or has a burning passion and is very intense the whole time. When you giggle he worries something is wrong or you’re nervous and it throws him off, he prefers a more serious setting for sex.

H = Hair

Well groomed. He’d keep his hair really short since it looked nicer to him and it’s just easier to keep it clean.

I = Intimacy

He’s so romantic some days it’s cheesy. Less so on the passionate days when you’re both just trying to get each other’s clothes off but when he’s feeling soft for you he’d be showering you in praise and taking the time to show love to every inch of your body.

J = Jack Off

More than he likes to admit. A few times a week when he can, but when they’re really busy he’s fine with once a week or a little less. He can be flexible and of course when he’s tired its a lot less because he’d rather be sleeping.

K = Kink

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L = Location

This clean and orderly boy likes doing it in bed. He can prep and lay down towels if he has to and just make sure everything is ready to go. He’s not the most spontaneous with sex. That being said he will try in the shower so long as you have a mat on the ground so you don’t slip.

M = Motivation

Lowkey, and he won’t say it out loud, but you being sweet. He has a bit of a corruption kink so even if you’ve done it in the diriest of ways it still gets him going when you act a little innocent or sweet and it’s even worse once you figure that out because you play it up just to get to him.

N = NO

Anything really messy. So he’s not really a fan or period sex if you have a period. He also wouldn’t want to try anything that involves bodily fluids other than cum considering he doesn't really like covering you in cum either.

O = Oral

He loves both giving and receiving. He definitely won’t turn down a blowjob and the sight always gets to him so much, but he also loves being between your legs. He learns your body pretty easily and pretty quickly and he knows pretty fast how to have you coming undone on his tongue and it always makes him feel so smug to have you pulling his hair and moaning his name.

P = Pace

Usually on the slower side. He likes to savour his time with you and he wants to feel every movement. His thrusts are usually slower but steady and deep. He’ll always find that angle that let’s him get the deepest and he loves when both of you are moaning for each other and he can feel your nails scratching down his back.

Q = Quickie

Not really into quickies. He’ll only do them if you’re really into them but he hates not having time to do it properly and he’ll end up worried after that he left too fast and that you won’t be alright or will feel used so he just prefers to wait until he can devote an evening to you.

R = Risk

Not the most risky. He k n o w s he will not live it down if he gets caught with you. His members know about you sure, but if anyone walked in on you in a risky spot they will not let him forget it ever so he’s really careful about that sort of thing. He is willing to experiment in the bedroom and try new things though, especially when the ideas are super exciting to you.

S = Stamina

Fairly normal. He’ll usually really get into the foreplay to really draw it out. But he can only go one round at a time and then needs a break if you want to do anymore and he’ll usually get pretty soft and cuddly in between rounds.

T = Toy

He doesn’t think of it himself because he doesn’t have his own toys but if you give him the idea to use toys on you he’ll fall in love with it. He thinks it’s a lot of fun and especially so when you’re blindfolded so you don’t know what’s coming next.

U = Unfair

Oh he definitely likes to tease you more than he likes to be teased. He will take the teasing from time to time but he prefers to be the one handing out the teasing and not the other way around, though the confidence when you’re teasing him is undeniably sexy.

V = Volume

Not crazy loud but he does make sound. He usually has quiet, breathy moans and sometimes some low groans along with a lot of breathy praise and murmurs of your name.

W = Wild Card

He really will never realize when you’ve learned how to play him like a fiddle. When you act innocent and call him sir it really gets him going every single time and when you throw in just a hint of brattiness it’s like a dream come true and the poor boy never realizes you’re doing all of it on purpose to get exactly what you want from him.

X = Xtra

He really will go all out in the romance category. He loves to take care of you and when he has the time he’ll pull out all the stops with new lingerie, food ready for afterwards, bath stuff and fluffy towels, candles, rose petals, romantic music. He loves putting in the effort for you.

Y = Yearning

Not crazy high honestly. If you guys were living together and had time he might like to have sex two to three times a week but when it comes to his schedule he’s really flexible. If it’s not super often that’s okay.

Z = ZZZ

He doesn’t get tired right away. He can stay up really easily and usually jumps into taking care of you as soon as you’ve cum and are coming down from your high. He can’t fall asleep until he knows you’re comfy and happy.

#3k celebration #ateez imagines #ateez headcanons #ateez smut #seonghwa imagines #seonghwa smut #park seonghwa imagines

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[2020 Sept Issue] ARENA HOMME+ Hyunjae Interview

Interview translation: @dearhyunjaes

Q: You seem like a person who is well aware of your surroundings. Normally, (people) won’t make sure to take care of the editor’s coffee, but you even made sure to get a cup holder (for them) like this.

Hyunjae: Because it was just there.

Q: Seeing from the filming of the video contents, it seemed like you took care of the other two members. Are you the type to express yourself well?

Hyunjae: I think I am. Younghoon is the type to not say much, so if we end up doing something together, I tend to speak his inner thoughts for him in his place.

Q: Just from looking at your appearance, it seemed like you’d be delicate and soft-hearted, but Ii’m surprised because you’re rather outspoken and open-minded.

Hyunjae: Everyone says that’s a surprise. They say they think that way when they first meet me, but I’m very lively and a playful person as they spend time with me.

Q: When watching videos when you’re together with the members, you seemed like the “student representative” who leads the mood within the team.

Hyunjae: I am the type to catch people’s eyes because I’m loud hahaha. I’m the mood maker who is responsible for the members’ laughter and mood for the day. As a member of the hyung line, I do share my opinions a lot. But even without the “hyungs and dongsaengs” (older and younger members), I fit in comfortably (with the younger members). I think that’s why the younger members naturally follow me well.

Q: Do you normally draw people to you?

Hyunjae: Since I was young, I always had a lot of friends around me. I was a real jokester, you know those kinds of kids. I could spin anything, from a pencil to a textbook haha. I was the type who couldn’t stand losing, so I remember playing slap-match games until I won against all my class friends. I like Bart (from the Simpsons), and he has similarities with me. I also like Gi-Cheol (character from children’s show, Black Rubber Shoes). Don’t you think our hairstyles are similar? I was that kind of jokester.

Q: In your official interview film (GEN Z Identity), you said “I’m thee type of person to say what tI have to say, even if it brings harm to myself.”

Hyunjae: There are times when there is something that everyone wants to say, but is unable to say and someone has to take a bullet to say it. I step up during those times.

Q: Are you unable to withstand injustice?

Hyunjae: Since I was young, I couldn’t stand seeing people harass animals or my friends. I think that you have to protect those are weak. I really dislike people who disrespect those who are below them, no matter their age or status, and I make efforts to not become an adult like that. Um...but am I talking too much like a champion of justice? It’s true that my personality is like that, but just saying (these things) with words is too easy.

Q: It seems like you’d be a strong person when it comes to strong people and a weak person when it comes to weak people.

Hyunjae: It’s not easy to maintain that kind of attitude because you have to be assured and self-confident, but I think that it’s possible as long as you are unwavering when it comes to just your own thoughts.

Q: You seem like an honest person.

Hyunjae: I am honest. When it comes to words that can’t be spoken in front (of people), I won’t say it behind their backs either.

Q: You’re a cool person.

Hyunjae: I’m just simple. I’m a transparent person. There are aspects that are uncomfortable due to that as well, but I think that I still have to say what I need to say, and that I have to do what I want to do. If I don’t, (those things) will decay inside of me.

Q: Being able to show yourself the way you are means that your self-dignity is high.

Hyunjae: It might mean I’m just foolish hahaha. I’m very simple, so I don’t even know how to put on a mask/façade, or how to hide myself. When I was young, whatever I did, I was full of confidence and lived busily with the mindset that I could do anything. Whether it was sports or whatever, I did well at everything because sports is something that you accomplish through confidence. If you get scared before even starting, you can’t do it even to half of your ability, but as I became an adult, that self-confidence began disappearing, little by little.

Q: But even so, is Hyunjae still strong?

Hyunjae: It seems that way. I still live while always saying what I want to say. If difficulties between me and others (come up) I try to resolve them by speaking honestly. I’m not the type to hold grudges.

Q: What do you think it means to be strong?

Hyunjae: Believing in yourself and also believing in the people around you.

Q: You have a sense of loyalty. You’re also referred to as a “tsundere” that takes care of people behind the scenes?

Hyunjae: I may be an honest person, butt I can’t be honest when it comes to cheesy things. “I like you, I love you” I cant (say) things like these. I can’t express them outwardly, but I still really like and adore the members haha.

Q: Though you’re a strong person, is there a surprisingly soft side to you?

Hyunjae: My mentality is strong, but there’s a surprisingly soft side when it comes to my heart hahaha.

Q: Do you have ambition?

Hyunjae: Firstly, doing well at and getting through the things that are right in front of me is my priority. The things the present is devoted to.

Q: We thought that you really put your all into the survival program <Road to Kingdom>. After your win, a a team, you rose up a higher level. Did you sense it as well?

Hyunjae: We could look forward and see the potential for THE BOYZ’s improvement and we thought that we’d be able to develop a lot more in the future as well. The members grew that much closer as well.

Q: What kind of future does Hyunjae imagine?

Hyunjae: I can’t imagine the far futurre, but firstly, my goal as part of THE BOYZ is to make our name, as well as each of the names of the individual members, more well-known and doing our activities while being healthy. Around the time this goal is achieved, I’ll think more into the far future.

Q: We saw your motto is, “Enjoy it if you can’t avoid it. But even so, avoid it as much as you can.”

Hyunjae: My motto is my dad’s motto with the phrase, “avoid it as much as you can” added on hahaha. But while living life, I could see why my dad said to enjoy things if I couldn’t avoid them. There are more things that can’t be avoided than I expected. That’s why I’m enjoying the present as much as I can.

Q: As someone who debuted with the name “THE BOYZ”, what meaning does “boy” hold for you?

Hyunjae: There was a time before when I thought, “Will being called THE BOYZ still suit me, even after I’ve grown older?” But I think I’m the one following along with that name. Even after I’ve grown older, I have confidence that it won’t be awkward to be called THE BOYZ. Because it’s my youth as a boy, and beyond that, it’s my life.

#the boyz #hyunjae #p:scan #t:interview #era:reveal #200822

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ghoulciifer · 4 years

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submission:

@msbyslut: “cloud here for a hq boy matchup! ☁️ i'm around 5'8, have dark hair and blue greenish eyes. my favorite color is pink! my aesthetic is anything soft and i love sanrio. 🥺 outside of writing as a hobby, i draw and paint! i also love traveling. i look for security but i get bored easily, so i tend to gravitate towards people who are passionate and a bit spontaneous. anyone who i can joke around with and keeps me laughing for hours. oh and happy 100 tum bby! you deserve it all. 💗”

notes: hi honeybun, thank you so much for your support ❥ i’m very grateful to have you and your wonderful brain as a mutual, you’re literally the sweetest person and you sound like an adorable little cinnamon roll. i hope you like your discount atsumu matchup! muah! ❥

why i matched you:

» okay, we all know terushima can come off as a bit of a fuckboy (*coughkiyokoscenecough*) BUT we did see how he acts on the court - this boy is just a big bundle of energy who wants to have fun! i firmly believe he uses that ‘ladies man’ act to hide just how much a dork he is. but, once he realizes you actually want to stick around, you’ll see firsthand just how much of a goofball he really is, and beneath that suave facade is a good guy who wants nothing more than to give his heart to someone who’ll take care of it. and that’s where you come in!

» terushima loves your creativity and how easy it is for you to express yourself through whatever art platform you use. he’ll beg you to let him read your writing, get a sneak peak at your latest sketch, ‘paint him like one of your french girls’, etc. he just wants to support you! he’s a firm believer in self expression and knows it’s a huge confidence booster when someone shows intrugue in whatever he’s doing, so he’s going to do whatever he can to make sure you know he’s genuinely interested in everything you do.

» baby, you’re almost too soft for this boy. he swears if you were any cuter you would be the death of him, but would he want to go any other way? absolutely not. he finds your love of all things pink and cutesy incredibly adorable. so much so that he can’t help but buy things that remind him of you when he comes across them, or even if you show the slightest bit of interest in them. that cute little gudetama pillow you saw online the other day? he’s got it ordered, it’ll be here friday. that set of kuromi and melody socks he saw in a store window at the mall? he swooped in and got ‘em for you. boy will spoil you to no end because he just wants to see your cute lil’ face light up when he gives you those gifts!

» teru is more than willing to drop everything and go anywhere you want, at any time at all. he also shares your wanderlust and eventually wants to see the world, whether it be watching the sun set over the glittering waters of italy’s canals or watching it rise above the mountains of peru, he’s gonna do whatever he can to make sure you’re by his side to share those experiences. because what better way to take in all the world has to offer than to do it with the one you love?

» like i said before, terushima often presents himself as a bit of a womanizer before pursuing any type of relationship, but once he finds someone he can actually see himself giving his time to? you’re stuck with him. boy will NOT leave your side unless you explicitly told him you never wanted to see him again. he’s going to be hesitant at first, but when he finally opens up, he truly bares his heart and gives you full consent to hold it within the palm of your hand. he’ll only get to that point when he knows without a shadow of a doubt he trusts you, and that you trust him. so as far as security goes? terushima’s got you covered.

» and again, teru’s a HUGE dork. like he almost rivals kuroo on this one because he craves entertainment 24/7, and never fails to make those around him giddy with laughter or anticipation of what’ll come out of his mouth next. he’s serious when he needs to be, but when it’s just the two of you alone, he’ll have you constantly gripping your sides in laughter, and you’re certain to get a good ab workout every time because he’s never not doing something that’ll make you giggle to the point of wheezing. sometimes he feels like he’s too much of a silly hooligan but you’re always the first to remind him that’s what you love about him the most. terushima is definitely one to keep you on your toes, so i hope you’re ready for that challenge!

drabble:

“Yuuji, what’s all this?” Your hand slides off the handle on your front door, eyes wide and skimming across your living room to take in the scene before you.

“Sh-Shit! Uh… Surprise?”

You were aware your boyfriend would be home before you, but what you didn’t expect was to walk into a cheesy, teenage romance movie.

Terushima was sheepishly rubbing the back of his head with a throw pillow in his other hand, casually tossing it onto the sofa already smothered in pillows and blankets that weren’t there before. The coffee table was piled high with an array of snacks ranging from your favorite baked goods to a partly opened box of pizza, and a tin bucket filled to the brim with ice and canned drinks sat flush against one of the table’s legs. The entire living area was bathed in a soft glow from fairy lights strung up haphazardly across the walls and the smell of strawberries and cream wafted in the air from the scented candles resting on the end tables beside the couch. It was all so much, and it made your heart melt just thinking about how much time and effort this must’ve taken your lover to set up.

“Baby, I-...” Your eyes finally return to Terushima’s nervous gaze and you instinctively bring a hand to cover your mouth, tears gathering below your lash line. The second he saw the familiar twitch of your furrowing brow he nearly leapt over the coffee table to reach you.

“Hey, heyheyhey, I can clean it all up, I promise I didn’t mean to make such a big mess. And I can take the lights down if you don’t like the-“ Teru panics when he catches your tears slipping down your cheeks, but you’re quick to cut him off with a quick, sweet kiss before he completely loses it. You wrap your arms around his neck and bury your nose into the space below his jaw, while his hands find purchase against your hips, pulling you impossibly closer to fully indulge in the sudden affection.

“Yuuji, I love it… how did you-...?” You pull back after a moment, hands rising to his neck and thumbing the curve of his jawline. You lose the sentence halfway through, the surprise finally settling in leaving you at a loss for words.

Your boyfriend smiles, nuzzling your temple with the top of his nose in relief, “You told me earlier how bad work was stressing you out, so I took the rest of the day off and put together a little movie night for you. I wanted you to be able to relax when you got home.” His lips leave a chaste kiss to your cheekbone, “I, uh-... just wasn’t expecting you to get here so soon.”

You giggle at his remark - of course the one day you manage to leave early you walk in on his surprise. But as you take another long look at the dreamy layout around you, you couldn’t help but be glad you got here when you did. You didn’t realize you needed this until it was right here in front of you. Now all that was left was to enjoy it.

“Thank you… It’s perfect.”

Too engrossed in your gift, you don’t seem to catch the loving look Terushima was casting down at you, smile growing wider as his response leaves his lips.

“Yea… it really is.”

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puckmeupfam · 4 years

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Locked Down | Tyson Jost

Word Count: 1969 Note: This is my first time writing non-headcanon-y fanfic, but Tyson is my... exactly my type so here goes nothing

It was probably a mistake to bring your boyfriend back to your hometown for the holidays. You knew this. It wasn’t that you were worried that your parents wouldn’t like him. No, Tyson puts his hand on the small of your back and leans in to check on you randomly throughout the day which makes your mom give you a knowing look. And his mom raised him to go in the kitchen, put on an apron, and ask to be put to work - even if he was hopeless. Tyson was any parent’s dream boyfriend. The problem was that your family, and specifically your female relatives, had the tendency to be a bit overbearing… especially when it came to your love life.

“(Y/N), can you come help me in the kitchen for a minute,” your mother called. Your hand was in Tyson’s and your legs were intertwined so he also rose to follow you. “Not you Tyson, dear, you just relax,” she said. You looked back at Tyson to see him shrug and go back to watching the cheesy Netflix movie. Your fuzzy sock covered feet shuffled to the kitchen where your mom was waiting. “What do you need,” you asked as you entered to which your mom replied with a belabored sigh. “I don’t actually need anything,” she gave you a duh look which made you feel more like you were back in middle school than a grown adult talking with your mother. “I just wanted to talk to you about that boyfriend of yours,” your mom said with a smirk. Now you were the one sighing. You move to slouch against the counter as your mom keeps talking.

“I think we were all just wondering when you were going to lock that down.”

“Mother,” you gasped. This made that damn smirk on her face grow. You and Tyson had been dating for less than a year, you had met his family during the playoffs and then again when you visited him in the off-season and the holidays had been his turn. All you had wanted was a peaceful trip. You had even thought it might be the best holiday season yet because you would have Tyson with you, but of course, your family had to meddle. He was the first boyfriend you had ever officially brought home. And ever since you were in high school there were always relative and family friends asking if you had a boyfriend yet or if you would be willing to go out with Janet’s “very successful” grandson.

“Mom, we aren’t there yet,” you started, “we’re young and we haven’t been together long and Tyson has hockey.” Your mom rolled her eyes and batted her hand as if none of that mattered. “(Y/N), he’s a wonderful boy and all I’m saying is that your grandma is getting older and you know she would want to go to your wedding…” she told you. “Are you really trying to guilt me into getting married? This is a new low” you huffed. Your mom was sadly not one to stop pressing. “My veil is upstairs and, I mean, you really don’t want to wait too long.” You determinedly spun around to march out of the kitchen. As you reentered the living room you paused for a second as you saw Tyson curled up with a blanket on the sofa, seemingly enamored with the silly holiday movie. You moved to stand in front of him and reached both of your hands out for his. “Do you want to go somewhere,” you asked. Even though the movie seemed to be at its climax with the main character going through some kind of post-breakup montage, Tyson dutifully stood up and went with you as you pulled him to the door to get your coats, keys, and shoes.

The sun went down so early in the winter so while it wasn’t that late it was dark out… and cold. Not quite raining or snowing, but there were wet flurries here and there as you walked down the path towards the car. Tyson hopped in the passenger’s seat because you knew the roads having grown up here. Both of you were quiet as you began to drive. There wasn’t a clear destination in your head. You headed towards the downtown part of the city where there was more to do, just hoping that something would jump out at you. That something that you had been waiting for jumped out at Tyson instead.

“Hey, hey, hey, (Y/N),” he blurted out excitedly. As you looked at what he was frantically pointing at you saw the outdoor ice rink. You looked back at him questioningly. “Tyson, you skate every day,” you said. “Yeah, but not with you,” he replied drawing out the last word. At that, you exaggeratingly raised your eyebrow thinking of the Avs family skate the two of you had gone to just over a week ago. He returned your look with puppy dog eyes that had you pulling into the first available parking spot.

While you were waiting in line for your skates, Tyson hip-checked you and then pulled you back by your clasped hand. You thought he probably sensed that something was off. If your quietness wasn’t enough of an indicator, the fact that you rushed out of the kitchen and then promptly dragged him out of the house definitely was. He moved to wrap an arm around your waist and then kissed the top of your hair. Tyson had the wonderful quality of always being snuggly warm without overheating you so you pressed yourself against him in an attempt to warm up.

Once you finally had your rented skates in hand, he insisted on tying them for you. Afterwards, he reached out a hand to pull you up. While you hadn’t been raised a skater in any sense, Tyson had worked hard to teach you on a few different occasions which meant that at this point you could solidly skate around without falling. As your skating ability increases so did his ability to tease you while skating. When you first started he couldn’t even move from your death grip without you panicking, but now that you could keep yourself steady he could pull you faster or be otherwise obnoxious to make you laugh. In this case, it meant Tyson trying to spin you under his arm like you were ballroom dancing. This meant that you would inevitably stumble into his chest, both of you in fits of giggles.

That was one of your favorite parts of dating Tyson. He had an uncanny ability to cheer you up. If you had a bad day at work he would put on a production of singing ‘00s pop songs until tears were streaming down your face from laughing so hard. When he was in Edmonton and you were still in Colorado, he sent you a framed picture of himself with a note that said, “just because I know you miss me sooooooooooooo much.” Now here he was spinning you around an outdoor rink in your hometown, being perfect one again.

As the night grew on, the other skaters began to clear out which left just you, Tyson, and a group of three teenagers still on the ice. The two of you were skating more calmly while you chatted quietly about random things - some prank he had played on JT, a story Grandpa Jost had told about his band practice, a project you were doing at work. Eventually, he pulled you to the side of the rink so that you faced each other.

“Are you going to tell me what happened,” he asked with a knowing look on his face. You tried to play dumb and put on your best I have no idea what you’re talking about face. Tyson sighed, “do you really think I’ll believe that you just happened to storm out of the kitchen and drag me out for no reason?” He clearly had you cornered but in a last ditch effort you tried to steer the conversation away one more time: “I thought you were having fun! You’re the one who wanted to go skating.” Tyson crossed his arms and gave you a look which told you he wasn’t going to let you avoid the question.

“Okay, fine. My mom was just pressuring me… about you. And I needed a break,” you told him. As you looked back up to make eye contact you could see Tyson’s face drop. “Oh,” he said, “I thought they liked me.” Your heart broke at how sad he looked. It was clear that he really was trying hard to impress them and valued their opinion of him. Even though you would rather not tell him just how much your family liked him, you knew that you had to. It might make things a bit awkward - not because he would get scared off, but because you knew that he would likely tease you incessantly - but it would at least take the kicked puppy look off of your boyfriend’s face.

You sighed, “no Tyson, they fucking loved you, that’s the problem.” The sad look on his face diminished slightly, curiosity taking its place. “My mom may have been asking me when I was going to lock that down,” you told him, making air quotes around the final words. At this, Tyson broke out into a wide smile, “I see.” He spun away a bit and broke out into Gracie Hart’s, “you think I’m gorgeous, you wanna daaaate me, love me, and marry me!” You put your hands to your red face and began skating towards him as he waggled his eyebrows and did a little dance. “Tyson it’s not funny,” you whined. At this point you had reached the other side of the rink as he wrapped his arms around your waist and once again pressed you against the rail.

“Seriously though, (Y/N), like, I see a future with you… You’re my favorite person and when I do get “locked down” I want you to do it.” He was clearly trying to make it a bit of a joke in case you didn’t respond the same way, but it still took you aback. In all honesty, you loved Tyson and couldn’t see yourself with anyone else. “Well, yeah, I’m hopelessly in love with you, Tys. But that doesn’t mean that I want my mom shoving her veil in my hands,” you were mumbling into his chest, but he heard you. “Yeah, I still have to buy a ring… hire a flashmob, all that stuff,” he teased. You jokingly pushed him away which made him laugh loudly while pulling you back into him.

With both of you feeling content and the night air getting colder and colder you went back to your parent’s house for the night. You entered the front door, instantly feeling the warmth from the fireplace. The adults who were staying over were in similar positions to how you left them. They seemed to be playing some sort of card game around the coffee table. You waved to everyone as you pulled Tyson with you towards the stairs. Right before you would be out of their view, Tyson stopped and turned around.

“(Y/M/N), I’ll give you a heads up of when to pull out the veil, okay?” he shouted down. You looked to see a massive grin take over your mom’s face. “Tyson!” you chastized before running up the stairs to follow his giggling form to your room. Embarrassment and meddling mothers aside, you felt light and happy knowing that you and Tyson were in it for the long haul. The two of you had countless more giggly, teasing nights ahead of you and you couldn’t wait.

#nhl imagine #nhl imagines #tyson jost imagine #tyson jost #hockey imagine #colorado avalanche #t.jost

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workofmark · 4 years

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Moments - Yoon Jeonghan x Hong Joshua ft. Choi Seungcheol

[a/n: this is just a jeonghan blurb i wrote because i was upset earlier and wanted to let out my feelings lol.

the back story to this is that seungcheol and jeonghan are the sons of korea’s largest businesses and are expected to marry when they grow older. during his and seungcheol’s senior year of college, jeonghan meets joshua. they meet often and i might write a blurb about it too but this is their last interaction

also tw: jeonghan has depression and though never clearly stated, it is very evident in this blurb. if those types of things are triggering to you then i will please beg you not to read this.]

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“Why do you do it?” Joshua asks.

Jeonghan keeps his eyes on the lush green grass, fingers twisting the blades between the tips as a small smile creeps across his face. It looks sad, sick and a little twisted if you stared for too long but his eyes...they’re painted with defeat and pain. He chuckles, small and quietly but his gaze still remains on the ground.

“My family has loved Seungcheol for their entire lives. Choi Seungcheol the Great, that’s what we called him growing up. The boy with a perfect smile and perfect grades — the athlete. The brainiac. The music prodigy. The barbecue master. How could you not love him?”

He sighs, head lulling to the side, staring out at the sky that is already bleeding out with purples and orange hues. He shuts his eyes, basking in the warmth as it slowly caresses his cheeks, fingers still twiddling with the grass.

“I don’t- I don’t understand, hyung. He hurt you.”

“Multiple times,” Jeonghan whispers. “Multiple times has the son of Adonis himself taking my heart and stabbed it with the sharpest knife.”

“And you still love him?”

There’s a laugh that escapes his pink rosey lips. It’s moments like there where Joshua can count the flecks of glitter on his lids from where he’s applied eyeshadow. He can see the way his rosey red lip stain has smudged just a bit at the corner. He can see his bronze high light and the way that he seems to glow from within. Joshua wonders if he stares a little longer, if he could count the pieces of his shattered heart as well.

“I love him so much, ‘Shua,” he says. “So so much,” he whines.

“But why?”

And for the first time since they started talking, Jeonghan’s perfect eyes finally find his. Joshua can see hints of sorrow and pain hidden in the tear ducts that have cried too many times. The wind blows and he watches wisps of his hair dance and settle just as quickly.

“I used to hate Seungcheol. He hurt me. So many times. He forgot my 18th birthday. He tore my favorite shirt. He broke the chain my grandfather had given me. He threw up on my favorite pair of vans. He scratched my car. He got me into trouble in school...and so many other things. And I held so much hatred for him for so long that I eventually grew so sick and tired of it — of having to see him everywhere and feeling so angry that I couldn’t breathe. I was so tired of watching everyone fall to his feet while I was almost blacking out with anger.”

He clicks his tongue and shakes his head, laughing dryly. “So imagine my surprise when I found out that Choi Seungcheol the Great, the man who could get anybody he loved, had the hots for me.” There’s something theatrical about the way he places his hands on his chest, cradling his fist like it’s the most precious thing in the world. Joshua thinks that somebody like Jeonghan belongs in a movies. He deserves to be admired by the world. He thinks that Jeonghan’s face should be hung up in art museums all across the globe.

“So I decided to start loving him. Every time he got on my nerves, I poured him another shot of my love in hopes that he’d get so drunk off of it, he’d finally care about me. I loved and loved and loved him in hopes that it would drive out the resentment that I had felt my entire childhood.”

“But it didn’t work...” Joshua’s words are careful. “...did it, hyung?”

Jeonghan stares at him and in this moment, this small moment where Jeonghan shows just a second of weakness, Joshua swears that he hates Choi Seungcheol with every cell of his body. He can feel his skin prick with heat as if Jeonghan had set a fire ablaze within him.

The smile slowly creeps across the older’s face again but this time, it’s defeated.

“I let him make a fool of me. I let him hide me away. I let him call whatever we had casual. I let him kiss other people in my face. I let him hold my heart and squeeze it until I was on my knees begging him to stop.”

“But why, hyung?”

Joshua wants to cry.

Yoon Jeonghan of all people did not deserve to wear this sort of look — the kind that says that he has grown so accustom to Seungcheol’s bullshit that he eventually became numb to it.

“Yoon Jeonghan, you are celestial. You are way too beautiful to let yourself become a shell of a man over somebody like Choi Seungcheol,” Joshua thinks.

“Joshua,” he whispers, leaning in closer. “Do you want to know a secret?” When he doesn’t answer, Jeonghan tilts his head slowly to the side. Joshua sees the reflection of the golden hour glimmering in his teary eyes as he lets out a shaky breath. “In this life, we are all prone to the love we think we deserve.”

“But you never deserved Seungcheol’s love,” Joshua says, voice like a crack of thunder compared to Jeonghan’s.

“And perhaps that’s why it didn’t work,” Jeonghan responded.

Jeonghan won’t admit it, but he thinks Joshua is ethereal. There’s something so breathtakingly beautiful about the underclassman. From the way he drowned in his sweatshirts and looked so incredibly soft one day to being a full blown model the next. There’s a musical that could made from the percussion of his steps. From the way he draws to the way he sings; Jeonghan has never seen somebody as beautiful as Joshua Hong.

It’s a shame, really.

Of all the people in the world, Joshua just had to fall for Jeonghan in this life — the life where he is destined to be with Seungcheol.

The world has a funny way of working. Here was Joshua, a boy with bright eyes and an even brighter future who was ready to give it all up for Jeonghan and Jeonghan was barely even capable of loving him back.

How could he when he could barely love himself at this point?

And perhaps, that’s why he never received Seungcheol’s love.

No matter how hard he tried, no matter how bruised his knees got from begging, no matter how much his chest hurt from crying, no matter how much he wanted Seungcheol to love him, he knew deep down inside he could not receive something he didn’t feel. He knew that the love he felt was just a mask to prevent him from admitting that he was just numb to everything else in this world.

It scared him. It scared him to know that he wouldn’t be able to feel anything for the boy that would be in his life until the day he died. It scared him to know that even with the effort he showed him, that it still wasn’t enough.

It wasn’t enough to get him to feel something other than lust. It wasn’t enough to fix their shitty relationship. It wasn’t enough to drive out his resentment.

Jeonghan was, as proven time and time again by Choi Seungcheol his entire life, just not enough.

And a boy who is not enough does not deserve the love of Joshua Hong, the boy who is more than enough.

The sun rises and falls for Joshua Hong. How foolish would it be for Jeonghan to think he deserved the love that Joshua Hong could offer?

The world doesn’t work like that.

Joshua Hong deserves a whole heart, not bits and pieces of one.

“You have a good day, Joshua.” Jeonghan says as he gathers his things and brings himself to his feet. His lips tug once more into a small smile. It’s more genuine this time — sad.

“Wait,” Joshua catches his hand like one of those cheesy romantic dramas that Jeonghan used to force Seungcheol to watch with him. Back when it was late at night and they were hidden away from the world.

The small moments when Seungcheol had nothing to worry about...those were the moments were Jeonghan knew that he was the only thing that mattered to Seungcheol — the ones where he had no homework, where it was so late in the night that the entire world was asleep and no incoming texts or calls could bother them, those days off of work, those microscopic milliseconds. Those are the moments where Jeonghan knew for a fact that he was what mattered most to Seungcheol simply because Seungcheol had nothing else to worry about.

“When will we meet again, hyung?” There’s hope in his voice. A rosey pink dusts his cheeks and he looks almost like a high school boy finally confessing to his crush.

In this moment, the only thing that matters to Jeonghan is Joshua and the grip he has on his wrist. The only thing that matters is the slow beat of his pulse that is nothing compared to the erratic earthquake that is beating against Joshua’s chest.

But it was just that.

A moment.

“Yoon Jeonghan!” an all too familiar voice calls out followed by the sound of feet jogging towards them.

Jeonghan notices the way that Joshua slowly drops his wrist. He notices the way his eyes tell him not to go, the way they’re screaming at Jeonghan to stay with him. The way they’re tell him not to make himself look like a fool once again at the hands of Choi Seungcheol.

He doesn’t deserve Joshua Hong.

“Hey,” the man finally catches up, smiling at Jeonghan. His eyes are stone cold and nothing like Joshua’s, the boy who is birthed from the Sun herself. “Busy?”

Joshua watches the way Jeonghan’s face fall. He watches the painful stretch of a smile and the way his shoulders slump in defeat.

“I’m never too busy for you, hyung.”

And just like that, Joshua gets it.

Choi Seungcheol has hurt Jeonghan so badly that the boy is not only completely numb to the way he feels towards him but how he feels to the world.

This is the last moment Joshua ever speaks to Jeonghan again.

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cartoonfangirl1218 · 3 years

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Happy Birthday @missnnobodius!

Happy Birthday @missnnobodius aka Georgia aka the Warrior Princess aka Art Queen of my heart! Just like your drawings, you get better and better every year. It's been a wild ride and your este rants and headcanons always brighten my day as well as your artwork which simultaneously hurts me and melts my heart. Your reverse AU is genius and I can't wait to see whatever else comes from you. Like new story perhaps 😁😁 Anyway, I'm so blessed to have gotten to meet you and fangirl and speculate on esteparents and quote musicals with you, and I only hope that this upcoming year is filled with sucess, prosperity and happiness as you deserve.

So something that I don't think I've done before, but I humbly hope you will enjoy. Estenaomi ship meme hcs!

Who steals the other’s food? Esteban does because he sometimes has an insatiable sweet tooth. Naomi usually lets him because it allows her ample reason to retaliate by stealing his food too.

Who shamelessly cheats at games? Neither. They take it much too seriously to cheat. Though occasionally Naomi screws with Esteban if she thinks he needs to be taken down a peg.

Who accidentally pulls the door instead of pushing? Esteban, like the flustered dork he is when he gets distracted by Naomi.

Who starts the tickle fights? Naomi mainly because she adores the unmanly giggle which she finds adorable despite his best efforts not to.

Who starts the pillow fights? Esteban does. In the rare reversal when Naomi is in mega-workaholic work mode and needs to be distracted for the sake of her sanity.

Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines? Esteban does. He has the Flores family pun gene after all. His are usually more sea-related for his favorite sea captain. Naomi can’t help but find it endearing.

Who plays with the other’s hair? Naomi does.Especially with his floppy upswoop before it returns to normal.

Who arranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order? Esteban does. Everything has its proper place. Naomi eventually picks up his habit.

Who licks the spoon when they are baking? Esteban, again, he has the sweet tooth.

Who massages the other? They take turns. Like if Naomi has a particularly hard knot in her back, which Esteban obliges because he is a gentleman and softie who always jumps on the chance to make her feel better. She usually falls asleep after his massages. Naomi does the same though hers is a bit less skilled and Esteban often forgoes continuing it to more amorous activities.

Who buys candles for dinner even if there isn’t a special occasion? Esteban does because everything in their relationship is like a milestone to him.

Who is the most affectionate? Both in their own way. Naomi is mre like high fives and nose boops and pulling him onto the dance floor. More enthusiastic, can come across as platonic. But it is special between them. Just like how their banter doesn't really contain vitriol. Esteban is more traditional with hand holding and cuddling since he missed physical affection so much.

Who is most likely to carry the other? Esteban carries Naomi usually bridal style even though she can do things herself thank you very much. But she likes the attention.

Favorite physical feature of their partner? Naomi loves Esteban’s eyes. She loves how expressive he is. His fierceness, his strength, his softness, his playful eye roll etc. They’re all there. And the special tender look he has just for her. She melts. Esteban likes Naomi’s arms. Like her they are strong, safe, protecting, can handle anything. Not to mention her hands are good at massages.

Who initiates kisses? Naomi.

Who kisses harder? Naomi, she really puts a lot of pent up emotion into her kiss, it takes Esteban's breath away.

Who worries the most? Esteban worries about things like his own guilt that he is not good enough, that he doesn't deserve it etc. As confident as he is, he fears he will sabotage it somehow.

Who reaches for the other’s hand first? Esteban

Who starts food fights? Naomi. Sometimes the urge to throw food at Esteban when he is being arrogant and condescending is too much.

Who wakes up first? Naomi does since she is used to waking up early to start loading up the docks.

Who wants to stay in bed? Esteban. He needs his beauty sleep. And his siesta sleep.

Who gets the other to dance? Both do. Esteban loves having her in his arms as they waltz in the ballroom. And Naomi also likes to dip him to the ground which never fails to awe him.

Who cooks more? Naomi. She's used to sharing cooking duties with her parents while at sea. While Esteban is sort of used to waking up and the food is prepared. Who whispers inappropriate things at inappropriate times? Esteban. The flores genes strike again. Once he feels more comfortable in their relationship and that he is not going to lose her love for whatever reason, he relishes the chance to make Naomi blush with either a thinly-veiled innuendo or an intense wicked gaze from across the room.

Big spoon/little spoon? Naomi is the big and Esteban is the little because of the aforementioned missing physical affection. But the switch whenever Naomi needs the cuddles.

#estenaomi #esteban flores #naomi turner #my hcs #hcs #my headcanons #headcanons #ship meme #elena of avalor #happy birthday #missnnobodius

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 4 years

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Devil in disguise 3/3

Summary: You weren’t the girl who get attention from guys. You were the friend that always ended up alone at the bar, nursing her drink until you got home by yourself, while your friends took home someone. That’s how you suppossed this night would go to. Until an Apple Martini you didn’t order was set down in front of you. Looking around to make out who had ordered it for you, you saw him. John Wick.

Pairing: John Wick / F! plus size Reader

Wordcount: 3.723

Warnings: fluf. (SO much fluff) a tiny bit of smut, shopping for a bathing suit (this should be a warning cause if you hate it as much as i do.. urgh)

A/N: There we are. The last chapter. The response to this fic was really overwhelming. I seem to have struck a nerve. Thank you all so much for your response. Hope you love the last chapter.

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It was noon when you woke up. And you felt sore in all the right places, a smile sneaking to your face as you looked up at John, your head still resting on his chest.

How could this man have killed people for a living? He was so gentle when he was with you. Breathing in deep you sighed as you breathed out. You loved him. You really did. All you had to do, was to tell him.

“Princess?” He whispered, making you smile.

“Yes?” You whispered back.

“I think I love you.” He opened his eyes as he said those words. Looking at him with big eyes for seconds you burst out laughing.

“I'm sorry... It's just... I think you can read my mind.” You said as John looked at you with a blank face.

“I was thinking about how I love you just before you said it.” You looked up at him and could see him breathe out relieved before his arms pulled you up to him, you lying on top as he brought his lips to yours. Feeling his hands on your naked body you sighed.

“Aren't you hungry?” You asked against his lips as his hands slowly massaged your back, sneaking lower.

“Not for food.” He groaned and pulled the covers over you.

“So, the things you did...” You said as you laid with your head propped on his lap the day before your final exam.

“Yes.” John said looking down at you.

“Was it easy for you? Like I don't want to get in it too deep because I know you don't do that anymore... You don't, don't you?” You asked.

“I don't. Never will again.” He nodded.

“Like how did you even get into doing this? And why did the people look away when you walked by them? And... And that is a question I was always most curious about, how much money does someone like you get?” You babbled, not being able to stop yourself. John brushed away a stray of hair and sighed before he began to talk and told you everything.

With tears in your eyes, you looked up at him as he finished, reaching for his hand, kissing his palm.

“I'll keep you safe from this world from now on.” You whispered.

Smiling he looked down at you. His fingers tracing the lines of your face.

“Have you thought about what you wanna do now?” You asked, wondering if now was the time to tell him that you had put on some applications for your residency across Europe and already got one offer.

“I put the house on the market and I was thinking about going to Europe. I can do my book stuff from all over the world. But...” He stopped.

“But?” You asked.

“I don't want to leave you. God that sounded cheesy.” He shook his head chuckling.

“We've only known each other for like 6 weeks.” You said and he nodded.

“But what if I would tell you I had sent out applications for my residency to Europe? And what would you say if I already have one offer out of these.”

“Are you serious?” John asked and you only nodded, slowly pushing yourself up, straddling him, your arms crossed behind his neck.

“So if I don't fail my exam..”

“You won't.”

“And say I would move to Stockholm to work there...” You smiled.

“Sweden?” He asked you nodded.

“I could live in Sweden.” He said quietly.

“You could.” You said softly.

“We could live in Sweden together.”

“We should.” You nodded.

“Yeah?” He grinned.

“Absolutely.” You smiled back before his lips captured yours in a sweet kiss.

John took you out to dinner to celebrate you passing your last exam. You looked at yourself in the mirror, your red dress hugging your body, ending just beneath your knee, leaving your shoulders free. Straightening it with the palm of your hands you smiled at yourself as you put your earrings in. You had put a little more effort into your looks today. It was the first time John was taking you out. With you being busy studying and John wrapping up his old life you didn't really get to go out.

You had styled your longish growing hair in big waves, your lips painted sinfully red, the same color as your dress. Nothing and no one would ruin this night for you. You heard a knock on your door.

“Coming!” You called, slipping into your high heels, grabbing your black purse. Opening the door you bit your lip as you saw John. He was wearing one of his dark suits but with a white dress shirt, no tie and the first 2 buttons opened. It looked like he had a new haircut, an inch or two missing in its length. He was holding a single white rose in his hand.

“You look absolutely breathtaking.” He said, bending down to kiss you softly, his hand resting on your hip as you brought one of your hands up to touch his chest.

“You look hot too.” You whispered against his lips, making him grin.

“This is too much John.” You said after he had sat down across from you. You looked through the elegant room, admiring the clean design. This must cost a fortune.

“It's our first date. And we're celebrating you getting your PhD.” He said warmly, reaching for your hand across the table.

Sighing you took his hand, smiling.

“Good Evening Mr. Wick.” You were interrupted as the waiter brought the menu.

John only nodded, taking the menu as you took yours, the waiter walking away.

“They know you here?” You asked quietly.

He nodded. “Sorry. I don't think there is a place in Manhattan I can go where no one knows who I am.” He apologized.

“That's kinda hot.” You grinned before you hid your face behind the menu.

The food was extraordinary. It had to be the tastiest meal you had ever had. Apart from John's lasagna of course. John paid before you could even glance at the bill, making you glare at him. You knew about his wealth. He had told you that he probably wouldn't have to work for a single day again in his life and still would have more than enough money left. That wasn't something you were used to. You never had anyone handing you anything. You worked and worked hard so you could live a comfortable life. Always had.

“What are you thinking about?” John asked, his hand holding yours as you walked down the crosswalk.

“You.” You smiled a little, looking up from your side at him.

“Only good things I hope.” He teased.

“Always good things.” You said, leaving his hand and bringing your arm around his back, sneaking under his jacket, your head resting on his shoulder.

“You have another week off, don't you?” He asked as he put his arm around you, bringing you closer to his side, as you continued walking down the street towards where he had parked his car.

“Yeah.”

“What do you think about taking a short trip into the sun?”

“That sounds like something I can't afford.” You said right away, making him sigh as he stopped walking. Looking up at him, you saw his frown.

“If this is going to work you need to let me take care of you. Do you want to go on a trip?” He asked.

Sighing you nodded.

“Then let's go on a trip. You deserve it.” He leaned down, kissing your nose, making you giggle.

“I love you, John.” You smiled at him.

“Love you too.” He smiled back.

“I do need a new bathing suit if we're going on a trip.”

“No, you don't.” He grinned, letting his hand rest on your ass, making you shake your head chuckling.

“Yes, I do.” You scolded him with a smile on your face.

“Fine.” He shrugged.

Shopping. Why did you agree to go shopping in an actual store? With people? There was a reason you preferred online shopping. First of all, you could spend hours on your couch browsing for the cheapest option. Then you could order 2, sometimes 3 sizes because no size was ever the same. And then you could try it on at home. But with him booking a short trip, leaving tomorrow you had to go to the store.

John insisted on coming with you. He also insisted on paying and you just couldn't say no to him as he looked down at you with his eyes, pleading you.

Nadia had shown you the store you were in now, because against your better judgment and saving money everywhere you could, you were drawing a line at buying underwear, or in your case today a new bathing suit. And maybe some new lingerie, now that you had someone who could peel it off of you.

“You look like you're having fun.” You teased John as he browsed through the shelves. He was standing in front of a black lace bodysuit that left little to the imagination.

“Just picturing you wearing this.” He whispered as he leaned down to you, kissing your cheek. Nodding you grinned.

“What about you pick 3 and I pick 3? And then we decide.”

“Do I get to watch you try it on?” He asked, eyebrow raised, his eyes wickedly grinning at you.

“If you're a very good boy.” You whispered back, patting his chest as you turned around to head for the swimsuits. Looking over your shoulder, you saw him watching you, making you grin to yourself.

Rolling your eyes at yourself as you looked at you in the floor-length mirror you sighed. How could it be that not any of the bathing suits you had tried on fitted? Either they sat great on your chest but were not wide enough on your hip or the other way around.

Exhausted you sighed. Maybe you should go naked after all. Putting on the bikini John had picked out you were surprised that it actually fit and you looked good in it. The high waist making your ass look the perfect shape.

“How is it going in there?” You heard John ask from outside.

“Wanna take a look?” You asked. You saw the curtain shuffle before John's head appeared. Turning around you put a hand on your hip, looking at him as his eyes darkened.

“What do you think?”

“Nothing I can tell you while we're in public.” He said, voice hoarse, making you grin. It was like a moment of clarity. Never would you let the outside world drag you down again. Not when you had someone like John Wick who looked at you like you were his whole world.

“Okay. So we found a bathing suit. I'll be trying on the rest now.” You said your eyes glancing at the very little fabric John had picked out.

“I want to see every single one of those before we buy them.” He said.

“I will think about it, Mr. Wick.” You stepped towards him, pecking him on the lips, before you pushed him out, making him laugh.

Pulling on the bodysuit John had eyed in the beginning you couldn't help the dirty grin on your face. You looked good. Sexy even. About to call for John you heard a voice outside, you knew all too well. Stepping closer to the curtain you listened.

“What are you doing here John? Need something to wear?” It was Nadia.

“Actually here to pick up some stuff for my girlfriend, Miss Tarasov.” You heard John reply.

“Uhh... Girlfriend? That must be the first time I hear you use that phrase for one of your affairs.” Nadia teased. You could picture her stupid grin as she said it. Nadia had been a great friend in the beginning. Helping you study for your first exam. That's how you met her. As you were learning anatomy in a Starbucks and she had been fascinated by it. But over the years it got less and less the more she only seemed to care about the men around her.

You could almost picture John standing in front of her, trying not to roll his eyes. Deciding that it was time to rescue him you took a last look at you in the mirror.

“John? Babe? I need some help!” You called before you opened the curtain revealing just your upper body, your eyes searching for his. Nadia was standing in front of him with nothing but a bra and her jeans on. Pathetic, you thought to yourself.

As both of them turned to look at you, you could almost see the relief in his eyes, followed by his eyes darkening as he spotted the lace you were wearing.

Nadia blinked a couple of times as if she wanted to make sure she was seeing right.

“Her?” She asked scuffing, her eyes so full of judgment as she looked at you.

“Yes. Her.” John said smiling before he left her standing, pulling the curtain to the side and stepping into the dressing room, closing the curtain behind him.

You were leaning against the mirror as he looked at you, his eyes roaming over your whole body as if he was about to eat you.

Stepping closer to you he closed his eyes, breathing in deep.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” He whispered. Looking up at him, you reached for his bulge, already feeling his cock hard, stretching the fabric of his pants.

“I have some idea...” You whispered before his lips crashed down on yours. Taking your hands in his he put them over your head, stepping closer to you, pushing his body against yours. Moaning into his mouth as you felt him rub himself against you, you let your head fall back, his lips leaving yours to kiss down your neck.

“John.. We can't... Not here...”

“I know.” He groaned against your neck, his hands still keeping your pressed against the mirror.

“Doesn't change the fact that I want you.” He said, nibbling on your earlobe.

“Then let's get home.” You moaned quietly, arching your back to get some friction.

“But you haven't tried everything on yet.” He whispered, his hands leaving yours, his fingers pushing down the straps of your bodysuit.

“And you're going to help me?” You asked, biting your lip as he kissed the top of your breasts.

“I am certainly not going out there alone.” He whispered, his mouth closing around your nipple, making you moan his name louder than intended, you hand flying over your mouth as he chuckled.

“If you don't stop...” You whispered as he slowly peeled the bodysuit off of you, throwing it on the seat in the corner of the dressing room, leaving you in you nude panties you had put on today.

“What then?” He asked, kneeling down in front of you.

“Jonathan.” You breathed in as you felt his hands on your thigh. He was looking up at you as he leaned closer, pulling your leg over his shoulder, kissing your inner thigh.

“Can you keep quiet?” He asked, his finger pushing your panties to the side.

“I don't think so.” You whimpered, as his finger brushed through your folds.

“Then make sure to scream my name so she can hear you,” John whispered against you before his tongue flicked over your clit.

Your serotonin was at such a high level you couldn't even be embarrassed as you stepped out of the dressing room, John and you walking hand in hand towards the cashier. The whole store probably had heard the two of you as he fucked you against the mirror, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

“Found everything?” The lady cashier asked trying to hide her grin.

“Oh yes. Everything.” You grinned at her, catching Nadia in the far corner looking at you as John put all the stuff you had tried on on the desk. He bent down to kiss your cheek before he searched for his wallet, putting his credit card on the table before you could even reach for your purse.

Shaking your head you watched as everything you bought was put in bags.

“Dinner is on me.” You said, leaving no room to argue.

“Yes, Princess.” He said as he grabbed the bags, his arms coming around your shoulder. Not even looking at Nadia as you walked past her you smiled as you stepped outside, leading John to your favorite Chinese restaurant.

You were surprised by what the right amount of money could do when you had decided to leave the country.

You had taken the job at the hospital in Stockholm which would start within 6 weeks of accepting the offer. Which left you panicking if you could take care of all the things one had to take care of before leaving the country and moving to another one. John had sold his house in Mills Neck you never had seen for a HUGE amount of money and had presented you with three houses near Stockholm he was eyeing to buy.

“I guess we're really doing this.” You said as you sat on his lap, Dog beside you as he showed you pictures of the houses.

“We are.” He said, his cheek against yours as both of you watched what he had picked out.

“I love this one. It's a seafront house with a huge garden.”

“It's also the most expensive one.” You added, making him sigh.

“Ignore the price. Do you like it?” He asked.

You loved it. If someone told you to describe your dream home it would be this. It looked like a little ranch directly at the sea. A jetty for a little boat or two. It was newly renovated and looked straight out of your dreams.

“I love it.” You sighed.

“Then let's buy it.”

“John... I can't just let you buy and take care of everything. What if this doesn't work out? Between us?” You asked quietly. You felt his arm tighten around you.

“Do you think it won't?”

“No. Actually, I am waiting for the day we argue for the first time. It's all so new. I never felt like that before.”

“Like what?” He asked. Turning your head to look into his eyes you breathed in deep.

“Like I'm home. I love you so much it scares me sometimes. You love me for me. You see me. With you beside me, I feel safe. I don't even see the other people judging me anymore. And we've only known each other for two months but I don't think I can ever live without you anymore.” You felt the tears in your eyes. John looked at you with so much love.

“Marry me.” He said, adding your name.

Looking at him with an open mouth you tried to talk but couldn't.

“Not now. Not tomorrow, just. Marry me. Some day.” He added, his hand reaching for your cheek, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. Swallowing you felt yourself nod.

“Yes. I'll marry you. Some day.” You smiled.

“Yeah?” He asked smiling happily.

“Yes, John.” You grinned before you leaned into him and kissed him.

“Did you use my name?” You asked as you parted. Grinning he nodded at you.

“How long did you know?”

“From the night we met.” He smiled, making you shake your head grinning before you kissed him again.

Learning Swedish was harder than you thought it would be. But you loved learning new things. You had left the states almost 4 months ago, making it the best decision of your life as you took the job in Stockholm. Even more, you loved the fact that you got to do everything with John. He was standing at the water, enjoying the last rays of sunshine for the day. You had come home form your last shift only minutes ago, Dog welcoming you at the door as you pulled off your work clothes. You could see that he had been working in the garden the whole day, his skin glistening with sweat in the sunlight as you sneaked towards him, only wearing your long tank top and your underwear. It was a hot summer in Sweden.

Kissing his back before you put your arms around him, your head resting on his back you breathed him in.

“Hey.” You said.

“Hey, Princess. Long day?” He asked, turning his head so he could look at you.

“Longest day. I'm dead tired. All I want is a shower, a pizza, and my bed. The garden looks great.”

“Thank you.” He said, turning in your arms, putting his around yours.

“Pizza will be here in 30 minutes.”

“God, I love you.” You smiled exhausted as you looked up at him.

“You only love me for my ability to provide you with food after work.” He teased.

“That might be true.” You shrugged, sucking your bottom lip in to keep you from grinning.

“You shouldn't have said that.” He said lowly, picking you up in his arms.

“John...” You said carefully.

“JOHN!” You laughed, clinging to his chest as he walked to the jetty.

“You wanted a shower” he grinned before he ran towards the edge jumping into the water with you in his arms, making you scream.

“Not like that.” You pouted as you surfaced from under the water, swimming towards him.

Pulling you to his chest he grinned at you.

“We have 30 minutes.”

“Better be quick then.” You grinned back before you kissed him.

(for people who are interested in the house click)

#fanfic #fanfiction #john wick #john wick x you #john wick x reader #john wick fluff #john wick fanfiction #devil in disguise #keanu reeves

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kastle09 · 3 years

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Believing in Yourself isn’t cheesy, it’s Essential

One of the problems I’ve run into when coaching new players is that while it’s very easy to go through training exercises and passing on character knowledge, I've always found it difficult to teach how to help someone be more confident in their own abilities.

I have seen many people, good players in a technical sense, fall to themselves because of negative thoughts. They shut down due to fear of failure, self fulfilling prophecies, and in the worst cases, learned helplessness.

The problem I then face as a coach is not in teaching someone how to get better, but encouraging them to undertake that process at all.

In doing so I find myself often reaching for that old line “just believe that you can do it”, which is met with a (not entirely unexpected) lack of enthusiasm.

And in this I really want to expand why it’s not just some throw away line that many treat it. I cannot stress to you its importance in order to become a better player. Whether you are about to attend an offline tournament, or play your next ranked set you need to know why it’s important to believe in yourself. Let’s do some Psychology 101

Bandura's concept of Self-efficacy

“Self-efficacy - A personal judgement of how well one can execute courses of action required to deal with prospective situations"

This concept introduced by Canadian-American psychologist, Albert Bandura, is a measure of a person's beliefs in their own strengths.

The state of someone's self efficacy can give a glimpse on what a person is likely to do in a given circumstance, and their perception of an upcoming challenge.

For instance a player whose self-efficacy is far below his actual ability, has discouraged growth and skill development. Think about a task as simple as learning to execute a combo consistent, and let’s say they land it 7 out of 10 times.

A player with low self-efficacy may see that as a failure and think: ”That combo is too hard to get right”. This negativity leads to low motivation and eventually a state where a player feels no amount of effort will make a difference in being able to succeed.

A player with high self-efficacy can see it as a stepping stone to greater success. “Okay great we got 7 lets get to 8”, Instead of Obstacles becoming discouraging, it instead spurs the player on to greater and sustained efforts in order to achieve a goal.

You can see in both scenarios, it displays a player with the same current skill level however the perception they have of themselves has a determination on whether they will continue or give up.

Improving one's self-efficacy isn’t as simple as just telling someone to do it. People seem to get frustrated at the fact when saying “well stop feeling that way, be more positive” doesn’t work. (And as someone who has a history with clinical depression it doesn’t surprise me in the least).

What feeds into your Self-efficacy?

To improve our Self-efficacy we need to understand how it can be affected. Bandura identified 4 aspects that affect a person's Self-efficacy

Mastery Experience – Drawing on your previous successes

People will find every reason to avoid a problem. In Street Fighter it's common to want to blame a character being too strong or my character being too weak for example.

But if that's all you lay the blame on then what purpose is it supposed to be serving? Does it help you perform better against that character next time? No

The only thing that can help you in a spot like that is knowing what you are going to do differently the next time it happens. Idiocy is trying the same thing over and over and thinking the result will be different because that's how you believe it “should be”, not how it actually is.

Your only job is to try and perfect within the system you are given. Not constantly blame the system (even if the developers later prove you right with a balance change). What are the things in your control.

If you are afraid of some Birdie player doing EX.Dolphin dive or Karin c.mk then that has to be reflected in the way that you practice. If you are beaten by that, yell at the screen, and then hit ready up again, what have you learned? Absolutely nothing. Training mode is there for you to experience situations on a loop. Again and again, until we know exactly what is going on and how we deal with it.

Mastery experience is drawing on that which has been achieved previously can be replicated again. This is why as well as taking the time to look over your losses to improve, it's equally important to remember and celebrate success, especially when it’s hard earned. Keep it in the memory to push you forward, and especially in moments that are tough because it is there to remind you that if you push through like you did last time, you can achieve success again.

Vicarious Experience – Seeing others that are able to succeed

Like a lot of Street Fighter 4 Makoto players, I looked up to Haitani as my hero and player to watch and learn from. Having heroes to look up to, especially in esports, is I think one thing that sets it apart from traditional sports.

If I wanted to run around and make a play like Lebron James I might need 9 other people on the court to recreate a play, but the beautiful thing about esports is If I watch someone do something spectacular I can instantly jump into the game and attempt to recreate it myself.

Vicarious experience simply put is the idea of “If they can do it, so can I”. Watching Haitani make pixel comebacks or make picture perfect plays gives me the mindset of “Well if I plan right, and play my cards right, I can make a comeback like that”.

For all intents and purposes while I am not as good skill wise as Haitani, in that moment, to make that play. I need to believe I am.

This can have a negative effect as sometimes people seeing others succeed can be de-motivational, in the sense that you think “Man I can never be as good as that” or sometimes watching someone else you think is better lose to similar things and think “Well if he can’t do it there isn’t anyway I can either”. It is important to be aware when these thoughts occur and how to spin it. For instance being able to see it as a goal to chase or to not repeating the mistakes of someone else.

Social Persuasion – The belief and encouragement from others

Despite the competitive nature of esports, talking and conversing with your peers can be an invaluable experience for you.

Even just having one extra person (a training partner, a coach or a friend for example) can be vitally important in your journey to continue. Yes there is some enjoyment in being able to figure things out for yourself and get to a stage where you’ve learned how to help yourself.

If you ever find yourself at a wall however, don’t ever be afraid to simply ask for help. Especially in a local community it’s in everyone's best interest to get as good as they can possibly be. You don’t have to keep banging your head against a wall to try and work on a problem that has been known and solved long ago.

Something that I appreciate greatly about my Newcastle cartel here where I live is everyone from the newest to the most experienced players are always up for learning, trying something new and helping each other out. There is competition still sure, but the strength of the group as a whole is what we value most.

Physiological Factors - The emotional state of mind

It cannot be helped that sometimes your mind and body want to react in ways to situations that are not always beneficial. Improving self-efficacy is not necessarily about preventing those things from happening, but more how you wish to view what those signs mean.

How many of you for instance have sat down for your first tournament match at locals, you hear the game announcer through the speakers, and your leg will not stop shaking and bouncing. Your fidgety beyond belief, your palms are sweaty. How do you interpret those signs?

If you interpret it as a sign of being ill prepared or lack of ability to handle what's coming next. It can decrease your self-efficacy and reinforce in your mind any faults during a game. Soon to spiral and not play how you ordinarily do.

If you have heard about a player “Oh they are great in casuals but play bad in tournaments” this can be an attributing factor. Someone with a clear amount of skill, but no confidence that they actually have it and can produce it when required.

A person with high self-efficacy may instead interrupt these signs more as something that naturally occurs and are therefore able to separate it from their ability. The signs are now a sign of readiness and preparedness instead of the absence of it.

Conclusion

This article was written in response to the anger and disappointment I have when people fail to be able to see what hard work and skill they have achieved thus far, and consider it obsolete. The come with a thinking that: “Well that’s it, I tried and this is all I can do” As Hemingway wrote “any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.”

Any player who has lost hope, it is a loss all of us feel. It therefore is also on us, to come together to bring them back.

There is of course no magic bullet or cure all for being mental tough when it comes to performance, but I at least hope in reading through this, you will at least be able to recognise and hopefully steer yourself in the right direction

Welcome to 2021, New year, New Us.

Let’s get cracking FGC. - Krisna “kastle09″ Siv

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NSFW Alphabet headcanons: Yugi and Atem

I’ve been a big fan of the smutty alphabet headcanon list for a long time now and I miss doing headcanons for characters, so I figured, why not make them for my cardgame boys! Then I figured, why not share them!

I wrote these with a reader-insert theme in mind, but honestly, my opinions wouldn't change dependant on a ship so if you don’t mind the wording sometimes specifying ‘you’ instead of an ambiguous S/O, you might also check these out with a ship in mind! Hope you guys like them, I did Atem first and Yugi’s are after~

Warning: this is very NSFW and I word things pretty explicitly at times...I have like, no shame...

Atem:

Note: I didn’t really have a specific ‘version’ of Atem in mind when writing these (as in, if we’re talking about Pharaoh Atem, or Yami), but I make the occasional reference to modern things, so just imagine a post canon AU where he has his own body in modern times whenever I mention something like dildos. (That’s right, not even a hundred words in and I already said dildo, just so you know what you’re getting into here lol)

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

Honestly, I think Atem would like the aftercare almost as much as the actual sex. He sees it as a way to show his partner that he can be caring and loving and he likes being able to express himself that way. He’ll pull you close, run his fingertips lightly over your skin, and place languid kisses on the top of your head or over your face while both of you bask in the afterglow of making love.

B = Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partners)

His own favorite body part, while it sounds kinda cheesy, are his eyes. The only people who ever commented on them, instead of his lean muscles, are his romantic partners so he thinks of his eyes as being a very intimate, romantic part of his body.

His favorite part of his partners would be their neck. He likes how erotic kissing and biting it can be, but also likes to just rest his head there. It looks nice when you put jewelry on it, it’s the place you put fragrance on, it’s just an appealing body part to him in general.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

For the most part he doesn’t like making a mess, so will prefer to cum inside of his partner or in a condom. If he’s being honest with himself, he prefers to release inside them because it gives him this very primal rush to know he’s filling them up. But he understands if his partner wants him to wear a condom and will go with their wishes.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

For some reason, I could see him having very vivid sex dreams about his crush before they got together. Like, he’d wake up and be a heated, panting, confused mess the first time it happened, but would quickly push it to the back of his mind and act like it never happened. He’s mostly in denial because he feels guilty for it, like he’s violated them somehow even though rationally he knows he can’t control what he dreams. He manages to keep his cool around them next time he talks to them. But then the dream(s) starts playing in the back of his head while they’re talking and he suddenly wants to throw himself into the shadow realm he’s so secretly embarrassed. Poor thing, someone help him.

PS if this happened while Yugi and Atem shared a body (does he dream inside the puzzle???) you bet your butt that Yugi knows about it and is chuckling in the background at his distress.

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

Okay so, I headcanon Atem as Demisexual, as in, he really doesn’t feel sexual attraction to someone until an emotional bond is established with them. That being said I could see him still being very curious about sexual/intimate things, especially when he was a prince and young pharaoh. Sexual exploration and sex before marriage wasn’t really taboo in ancient Egypt so there wouldn’t even be a social stigma prohibiting him from fooling around. That, along with the fact that he was young and attractive and probably had dancers, prostitutes (cos that was also something that was legit and cool in most dynasties), and servants throwing themselves at him all the time... Yeah I could see him having a sexual encounter or two to satisfy his curiosity, but, ultimately figures out that he prefers a strong, emotional bond with his lovers. Also, he’s a fast learner so don’t think lack of experience means anything *wink wink*

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Likes to pin you to the wall or headboard of the bed. Actually, he likes pinning you to pretty much any surface, as long as he can feel your body pressed against his and keeps your face in view, he’ll be pleased. He also likes any position that allows for a lot of skin on skin contact, he just loves feeling you against him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He’s pretty serious. He puts a lot of effort and attention into his lovemaking and wants his partner to be completely satisfied. Good thing is that all that seriousness really just translates into passion~

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

Ancient Egyptians, especially royalty, were a well-groomed lot, so he keeps things nice a tidy down there. You’d be hard pressed to see him go more than five days without shaving everything below that leather belt. Now the real question, that I want to pass on to all of you, is do YOU think the carpet match the drapes with him and Yugi??? I mean, could you imagine the color scheme of that hair down there????

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment)

Passion incarnate. As I said above he puts his all into his lovemaking and wants him and his lover to get everything they want out of the experience. Can also easily be very romantic depending on the mood/occasion but I think that usually just goes hand in hand with how passionate he is.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)

Isn’t one to indulge in self-pleasure all too often. Not because he thinks there’s anything wrong with it or anything, he just doesn’t get the urge to that much. When he does rub one out it’s usually just a way to help relax after a long day.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He’s willing to try stuff you’re into for sure, but he himself would mostly be into some bondage with leather straps, sensory deprivation, and marking/love bites. He’s especially a fan of sensory deprivation, because it’s all about heightening the pleasures of touch to the highest level; and the trust it takes to let someone do that is a big turn on for him. Now, who’s getting tied up or marked with love bites? That just depends on the mood. For a guy who’s so in control and is a literal king, he doesn’t mind handing the ‘power’ over to you in the bedroom once a certain level of trust has been reached.

But there’s something else that’s been on my mind awhile...

Okay, I’m going to get real deep on you guys, so bear with me a moment. I think Atem would have a bit of a punishment kink. As in, him being punished by his lover. Hear me out! So if we’re talking about a post-canon Atem, I think he has a lot of guilt over how brutal and merciless he was at the beginning of the series, when he was first awoken from the puzzle. At worst if you go from the manga/season zero, he literally killed people, at best if you just go with the regular anime, he was willing to throw Kaiba off a castle wall without much thought. Yes, his compassion slowly came back to him, but I think he’d still have a lot of unresolved feelings, mostly guilt, surrounding that bloodsoaked period of his past. Then if we’re just talking about Pharaoh Atem, he’d not only have the general stresses of ruling a kingdom, but one of his duties is to personally sentence criminals, his own citizens, to very firm and harsh fates. So either way, I think he’d have some pent up guilt, and if he had a lover who he trusted...well...I think he’d get some deep, intense relief from letting them “punish” him. He may not even tell them exactly why he likes to be tied up and teased until he begs for forgiveness, but, deep down he’d know why and as long as his S/O is cool with it he’d have the occasional need to express that kink.

L = Location (Favourite place to do the do)

Since he likes to take his time with his partners, he’d prefer the bedroom. He’s not opposed to getting down in other places but the bedroom is where he has the most control, privacy, and comfortability.

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

There are a couple of things that are surefire ways to get him hot and bothered. He likes his partner taking charge, grabbing him for a passionate kiss, or if they wrap their arms around him and start trailing their lips down his neck, that kind of thing. Also loves to see them in clothes that drape/hang off their body in a teasing way. For example, if you’re wearing a robe and it’s hanging off your shoulders, 100% expect Atem to slide up behind you and instantly start ravishing your neck and shoulders with his mouth.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would be okay with experimenting and maybe even lightly spanking his partner if they asked, but I can’t really see him being into anything that has a high chance of hurting you. He hates the idea of causing someone he loves pain to the point where he’d actually be scared of doing stuff like choking or anything too intense in the BDSM realm. He’s brutal with his enemies but that’s the very reason why he wants to draw a line where his lover is concerned.

O = Oral (Do they prefer to give or receive? Are they skilled?)

Since he’s always so focused on both him and his lover being completely satisfied, he doesn't really have a preference for giving or receiving. He gets pleasure knowing he’s giving it to you and he’s going to feel pretty loved if you go down on him. Skill comes with practice, but, as I said before, he’s a fast learner and will take all the time he needs to make sure he becomes an expert for you.

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

For the most part, he’s slow and sensual. I think I��ve made that clear enough in some of the previous questions, but, just to bring it home one more time: He will play with you all night if he can, he’ll take his time and get you off multiple times if you can take it~

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

I can see him indulging in them in specific circumstances. For example: if it’s post-canon Atem (who has his own body of course) and he’s still pretty high from an intense duel, he’ll pull you into a convenient closet/secluded corner and release all that emotion on you. Really though, they aren’t that common since he’s the sensual type.

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

Depends on what you mean by ‘risk’. Is he willing to bang one out in a public place and risk getting caught? Probably (see above). But is he willing to do things that are risky in the sense that they’ll likely cause one of you harm? No, most likely not.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go, how long do they last…)

If you count oral and fingering/handjobs as a full round, he’ll likely want there to be a minimum of two rounds. If you’re one and done he won't complain, but he likes giving his lover multiple orgasms so much that I actually should have listed it under his kinks XD

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

Will implement blindfolds, bindings, and other aids like that, but I don’t think he’d be a big fan of toys that are phallic or that penetrate his partner. I don’t know why, but I think he’d see it as ‘his job’ to pleasure you in that particular way and prefers to use his body to get you off rather than a toy.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He kind of has a thing for making you beg for it. It’s the closest I can see to him liking anything that ‘tortures’ you. When he sees that you’re getting desperate he’ll lean in, whispering that you know how to get what you want, you just have to ask him sweetly for it~

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Not particularly loud. He mostly makes grunting sounds, with the occasional throaty moan, and if you’re really really lucky, he makes the rare whimper of pleasure. Dirty talk usually depends on his mood. If he’s in a smirky, playful mood he’ll pull out some pretty teasing dirty talk, but he usually chooses action over words.

W = Wild Card (Random Headcanon)

My stuff under kinks was already too long so I’ll put this here, especially since it’s not really a ‘kink’ per se, but Atem likes sexually themes games (I know, such a shocking assumption!). You name it, adult truth or dare, strip poker- I mean strip Duel Monsters, those dice that have different acts and positions on them (he’s a particular fan of those since he’s a master at dice rolling and will use that to his advantage), if it’s out there, he’ll be down to trying it. Then again, I think the best ones are the ones he makes up himself. If you ever pout and say it's not fair because he wins everything , he'll just smirk, run his fingers along your leg, and say something about how he'll make sure there aren't any losers with those games ;)

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Okay, unpopular opinion time! In all honesty you guys...I don’t think Atem is all that big. I think he’s just a nice, average sized guy. I know us thirsty bitches like to think he has this massive dong that’s an orgasm cure-all, but I just don’t think that’s the case! However, he’s definitely going to make sure it’s enough to get you off.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive)

Despite stuff I’ve said above that infers he’s an insatiable beast, his sex drive actually isn’t that high. Atem has desires, don’t get me wrong, and when he makes love to you he’ll usually go all out, but it won’t be that many times a week. Twice a week would be about his average I think.

Z = ZZZ (…How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends, but it’ll usually be a bit after you fall asleep. He likes looking at you while you’re asleep in his arms, peaceful and satisfied, kissing the top of your head before closing his own eyes to drift off. He’ll only fall asleep quicker if he had a particularly stressful day and the sex was one of those nights where you two went at it for a long time and he’s exhausted afterwards~

Yugi:

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

Precious. He’s so sweet and gentle with you, brushing the hair out of your face so he can look you over, plant a long kiss on your lips, and ask if you’re okay (if the sex was particularly intense). He’ll clean up any mess made and finally plop back on the cushions with you in his arms, sighing contently.

B = Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partners)

His own favorite body part are his hands. He has nice slender finders and he likes the way they look when he’s moving them over his lover's body. Plus, let's just say he isn't too shabby with his hands ;D

On his partner, he likes their lips. Not an uncommon part to love, but he likes running his thumb over them before he kisses you, likes how his eyes dart down to look at them when he’s craving a kiss, things like that.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

While he never wants to make his partner feel degraded or used, he secretly likes getting his cum all over their body. Whether it’s on their thigh, stomach, face, whatever. He can’t even say why he likes it and if you’re someone who isn’t into that he won’t complain, but it’s something he’ll visualize sometimes when he’s having a sexy daydream.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has most definitely, 1000% fantasized about your underwear before he got to see you in them. Yugi, while ultimately a respectful gentleman, is a bit of a perv and if you were friends before dating and he was crushing on you, he probably thought about those kinds of things more often than he’d ever admit. And let’s just say he felt a bit ashamed, but he couldn’t help but to let his mind wander while he was alone at night.

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

That’s kind of a hard question. I don’t see Yugi being a fan of one night stands or casual sex, but, he isn’t unwilling to go to pound town early in the relationship as long as he knows there is one. Example: Let’s say he’s on a first date with someone. If he connected deeply with them and sees a future there, he’ll definitely be down for sex on the first date. But, if the other person has more of a ‘well we might as well smash since we’ll never see each other again’ type attitude, he won’t be into the sex at all, to point where if they did end up in the bedroom, he won’t really be able to get off. TLDR: If he knows there’s a real relationship is there he’ll pull you into the bedroom as early as you want him to.

So his experience all depends on how many relationships he’s had before. Thankfully, he’s a curious mind when it comes to that stuff, so he’s read a lot about sex (like, proper reading, not just porn stuff, stuff from sex therapists and whatnot) and he’ll have at least a small idea of what he’s doing even if you’re his first.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

Yugi likes to experiment and try different positions to find what works best for both your body and his. He’s pretty keen on eye contact so he’ll like positions that give him that, but his ‘favorite’ would all depend on what’s most pleasurable to you since he’s a giver~

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I wouldn’t say he’s particularly serious. He respects sex but he also likes to keep things on the lighter side while still being very sensual. He’ll talk to you quite a bit during to keep the mood lighter, telling you how beautiful you are and how cute the sounds you’re making are. It’s an effort to keep both of you relaxed and in tune with each other. Altogether I’d say his mood is more “sensually playful” than anything.

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

He has some hair but it’s not too much of a jungle down there. He’s been mistaken as a child most of his life so I think he wouldn’t like being completely shaved, but he tries to keep things tidy. Like I said with Atem, I just can’t help but chuckle if I even try to picture that hair color scheme on pubes lmao, so I’ll leave it up to you guys if the carpet matches.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Loving, that’s the best way to describe it. He sees sex as a perfect way to increase the intimacy between him and his partner and even if you two are doing something a little kinky, he’s still very affectionate and attentive.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)

Yugi rubs one out on the regular, he’s a pretty sexually inclined guy and has the need like most young men. He’s likely even done it in public places (like the school bathroom between classes) when he’s had moments of desperation.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Okay, listen, Yugi is a sweetie pie and very loving, but he’s also got a freaky side!

Like Atem, he’s into bondage but instead of leather straps I think he’d be more into the ‘Shibari’ style of bondage; silk ropes tied in intricate-looking patterns around the body. He likes the intimacy of wrapping his partner up like a present, laying the rope across their body and placing gentle, languid kisses over their skin as he goes. Plus, silk ropes are a lot more gentle than things like handcuffs, and they still retain the ‘power play’ dynamic of bondage since there’s still the illusion of you being ‘at his mercy’.

Besides that, he’s a big fan of roleplaying and costumes in general (if you surprise him by dressing up like Dark Magician Girl he will lose his shit in the best way possible). Also likes acting out scenarios where he’s the master and you’re his love slave. In general, he likes stuff that has a power play aspect. He likely prefers to be on the top/dom side of things but he isn’t opposed to playing the submissive if you want him to.

L = Location (Favourite place to do the do)

He isn’t picky. The comfort of the bed is nice, but he’ll honestly get it on anywhere in the house. An office desk, the shower, the living room floor, the kitchen counter, anywhere. He’s also down for outside locations too but only if they’re private, like a backyard with privacy fences.

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

It honestly doesn’t take much to turn Yugi on, but there are a couple of things that really get his motor running. He likes being seduced and will be putty in your hands if you do something like this: Say you’re out with the gang, or at a party he had to attend as ‘king of games’, start running your hands down his arms, back, chest, or legs in a very light but teasing way that’ll be overlooked by everyone else. When he looks over at you with a questioning eyebrow quirk and you answer him with a knowing smirk or bedroom eyes- he’s already got a semi going on in those pants. Then if you keep biting your lips and throwing lustful looks at him repeatedly for the rest of the outing…*ahem* let’s just say he will be particularly ravenous when you two get home.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He isn’t into stuff that’s too degrading. I mean, he’ll tease you and be playful as hell, but he won’t do anything that’ll cause tears or even get close to that. If that’s something you’re really into, he’ll try it, but he’ll need to implement some SERIOUSLY loving aftercare in order not to feel like the worst human on the planet. Even if he knows that the tears are part of the kink (cos some people are into that) he’d still have trouble doing it.

O = Oral (Do they prefer to give or receive? Are they skilled?)

Loves both tbh. He won't deny that he likes receiving, just the sight of you blowing him makes him melt inside and he gets quite a rush from tangling his fingers in your hair. But trust me, he won’t let it go unreciprocated. In fact, unless you have him tied down, he’ll likely pounce you the moment he can think straight after you finish him and repay the favor right then. As for skill, he does his best to learn his way around your body, so give him time and he’ll be pretty good at it.

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

Speed depends on the mood/location you’re in, but whether it’s a two minute encounter or an hour long roleplaying session, he’ll be sensual. He’s never particularly rough but he will pin your hands down above your head and go harder if you tell him too.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s down for them if one of you just needs a quick release, but he prefers proper sex. Too many quickies and a lack of proper sex will make him feel like he’s losing intimacy with you, which is something he never wants to happen.

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

Down to experiment with (most) kinks and is pretty open-minded as long as you two are responsible and safe with it. He isn’t too big on risk, as in, taking the risk of getting caught by doing it in a public place and or those sort of things though.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go, how long do they last…)

Give him some rest in between and he can go for a few rounds. While he’s not quite like Atem in the sense that he likes super long sessions, he does like to go for several rounds some nights just to show you how much he loves exploring your body and satisfying you.

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

Yugi starts a collection of adult toys once he becomes sexually active. Vibrators, cock rings, butt plugs, the common stuff, and maybe a few uncommon things. He keeps them (and his silk ropes) in a nice black case that he calls the toy box and they get used on both of you regularly (if you're into that).

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He's a bit of a tease. I've said before that he can be a playful little thing and that includes teasing. He's a particular tease if you two play the whole “master and love slave” game, he likes hearing the words “please master” on your pretty lips *wink*

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

I’d say medium volume, he doesn’t try to be quiet and he wants you to know he’s having a good time. He’ll have his really loud moments though, usually when you’re blowing him or when you take the more dominant role and have him at your mercy. He also pulls out some pretty cheeky dirty talk, but mostly he just makes comments about how beautiful you are and how much he loves you <3

W = Wild Card (Random Headcanon)

Yugi wants one of those fancy four-poster beds just so he can use the posts/curtain rods for bondage. He just likes the idea of himself or his partner being suspended in the air and all the sex positions that open up with that...situation hehe. Oh, he’s also a fan of face sitting positions.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, pictures or words)

Again we have a nice but average sized dick. It has a slightly skinner girth but it’s on the long side of average so it has the appearance of being rather long at first glance.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive)

To put it simply: Horny, little, bitch. He has a pretty high sex drive and would probably have sex almost every day if you’re down for it. If you don’t have a sex drive to match, don’t worry, it isn’t deal breaker, so long as you don’t mind him ‘taking care of business’ by himself some nights when he’s really feeling the need and you’re not.

Z = ZZZ (…How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He likes some pillow talk afterwards but will still fall asleep fairly quickly. He likes being cuddled against your chest or at least holding your hand while he falls asleep~

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