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dollfacefantasy · 2 months

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Rookiepillz: Here We Go Again

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: almost a year after the rookiepillz incident, you and your now-boyfriend play some video games together. he's got a special strategy to help you win.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, brief cockwarming, daddy kink, rookiepillz

word count: 1.8k

a/n: finally. rookiepillz has come back to tumblr. the most anticipated come back of the century in my book. i just needed something silly as a break from school. we'll be back to regularly scheduled programming momentarily. part 1 is here.

“ANOTHER GOJO!” you yell at your tv, flinging your controller to the other side of your couch. You feign a growl and look up at your boyfriend who’s lap you were laid up on. “Another fucking Gojo killed me. Can you believe this? It’s like a curse or something.”

He chuckles right next to your ear and kisses your temple. “You’ll get the win soon. You placed third that time, that’s not bad,” he tells you as you ready up again.

He was one to talk considering he planned and acted out a whole revenge scheme on you when he placed second. But hey, look at the two of you now. Snuggling on the couch, you wearing one of his shirts, playing video games in his lap while he gives you little smooches and whispers sweet nothings to you.

Sure, he used to be your stepdad, but he’s your man now. Sure, he dated your mom just to get back at you for beating him in a Fortnite match, but he also gave you the best dick of your life. And plus, he was pretty sweet when he wasn’t being a total asshole, so who are you to complain?

His arms squeeze around your waist, and he nuzzles the back of your neck, inhaling your scent as you beat on some innocent player in the lobby for having the default skin. He smiled as he watched your eyes light up with glee. He took in every word you said about how dropping at the pool house was the best strategy. He couldn’t get enough of you.

Yeah, he had fucked your mom as part of a long revenge plot over losing a victory royale. Yeah, he did humiliate you by spanking you and then revealing said revenge plot in the middle of fucking. But it’s only cause he knew you’d be his girl in the end. He was just having some fun with his sweetheart, right?

He half-watches you running around the map, giggling when you drive a car off a cliff or start doing the weeknd emote. A smile breaks across his face whenever you kill someone because you lightly tap his forearm and go “Look! Did you see that? I gottem.” And then he’d whisper to you, “mhm, that’s my girl” before planting another kiss on your cheekbone.

But what really got him going wasn’t the precious moments of joy or the sweet expressions of tension when you started losing health. No. What really fired him up was your rage. What could he say? It reminded him of nearly a year ago when he’d pulled you over his knee, the fire that had burned in your eyes. A day he’d never forget.

All he had to do was be patient for your match to start winding down. Once that notification came up that said there were only 25 people left, that red monster inside you would start rearing its head. The “motherfucker’s” and “god damn it’s” would start flying, and in no time at all, you’d be wearing that adorable pouty expression.

Like right now. He watched your character explode into a pile of loot. You slammed the controller down on your laps and crossed your arms, sinking back into his embrace. “That’s such bullshit. At least it wasn’t Gojo again,” you grumble.

Fuck, it got him hard.

“I think I know your problem, baby,” he says.

You look at him with a raised eyebrow. The one piece of certain leverage you had over your boyfriend was that you were a better Fortnite player. Whenever he gave you unsolicited advice on your playing, you made sure to bring up the fact that you had beaten him before.

“You’re getting so frustrated, y’know. I think you gotta calm down a bit. Let yourself relax so you can think and focus better. And I think I have a way you can do that,” he says.

“And what would that be?” you ask, tone growing softer as you start to catch on.

“How about you relax on daddy’s cock? I know you can only think straight once you’ve been filled up,” he purrs. His hands smooth up your stomach to your tits, coasting over your nipples that were already starting to harden out of instinct. Because if there was one guaranteed piece of leverage he had on you, it was that special word that you’d seemed so averse to just a few months ago.

“I think that’s a good idea,” you answer. It felt shameful that he could get a rush of arousal from you with just a simple word said in a particular tone.

You stand up, still working the controller as another match starts up. He tugs down your shorts for you, grinning like the madman he was at your lack of panties.

“Look at you all prepared,” he coos and kisses your hip, “You knew you’d be getting a treat from daddy today, hm?”

“Lucky guess,” you respond as he guides you back down. Your knees rest on either side of his thighs. He lines himself with your entrance and pulls you down until he’s bottomed out. You whimper and bite your lip, locking your eyes on the tv to focus.

For the beginning, he really does just let you sit there, nice and full. And maybe he was sort of right. You feel pretty calm so far. Everything is less stressful when, in the back of your mind, you’re noticing the way he twitches within you or the small grunts he lets out when you tighten around him.

You were so warm and tight. Felt just as good as the first time, and fortunately for you, there was no bombshell plot twist waiting around the corner. His fingers rub little circles on the outside of your thigh.

“What do you think? Is it helping, babydoll?” he asks.

“Mhm, thank you, daddy. Fits just right,” you say.

He chuckles at the cute way you say it. You work on sniping some people, he tests out rolling his hips. You sharply inhale but don’t protest. So he does it again. His cock slides through the warm embrace of your walls, kissing your favorite spots deep inside. You still seemed focused enough, so using his hands to hold you in position, he begins thrusting upwards.

Your breaths become longer and shakier, but you will yourself to maintain focus. The number of players was dwindling fast. He was bouncing you on his cock which normally left you empty-headed in seconds. But you needed this victory royale. You really were his girl.

He lets out a groan, leaning back against the couch cushions with his head tilted back. It wasn’t like he needed the win this time. He could let go. And so he did. He pistons his cock up into you faster by the moment.

“Fuck fuck fuck. Daddy there’s only two other people,” you whine in a plea for mercy.

“Almost there, baby,” he grunts. You honestly didn’t know if he was referring to your game or how close he was to cumming.

You don’t have time to think about that though because the circle is closing. You grit your teeth and grip the controller with all the focus you have left.

“Daddy, c’mon, I could win,” you whimper.

“I know, princess. You got this, pretty girl,” he mumbles while his eyes flutter. His abdomen twitches as he feels himself gearing up for release. “Tell you what. If you win this one, daddy’ll make sure you get a special reward later on.”

Now it is absolutely on. You can’t lose this. That’d be even more humiliating than the original rookiepillz incident. You’re dashing around the map as your boyfriend pumps in and out of you. It’s a difficult task, managing to hold off your release and try to win.

But soon enough you spot your targets. At the same time, it seems that Leon is reaching his. “Oh fuck, baby. So fuckin’ good. Daddy’s gonna fill you up just how you like,” he whimpers from behind you.

He bounces you, and you know your own peak is imminent. But you see the other players, and in an absolute miracle, you down one and then the other. The tv flashes gold with your victory as your body seizes with the white hot pleasure of release. Simultaneously, he unloads inside you, firing rope after rope into your tight cunt.

He fucks into you a few more times before actually coming back down to reality. You’re coming down too, melting back against his chest. He’s stroking your face when his eyes catch on the tv.

“Holy shit, you actually won?” he asks. His tone gives away that he’s actually impressed. and that’s your ultimate victory royale.

“Mhm, all for you,” you tease and lazily kiss his cheek.

“God, baby. Making me feel like the luckiest man alive right now,” he replies and reciprocates your small gesture of affection.

The two of you cuddle for a bit longer. You’re finished with the game, having finally gotten the win you wanted. And like always, he was such a sweetheart after, giving you kisses and praise, holding you close, even cleaning you up once he got up. Unfortunately, he had to go into work today, so it wasn’t long until he had to leave. He makes sure you’re content before he says goodbye with a kiss to your forehead.

Later that night though, you were alone at your place just as Leon was at his. You get a text. His contact lights up your lockscreen with the message “Get on Fortnite?”

You smile, hopping on your couch and turning on your console. You text back a “yeah hehe :)” He facetimes you, and you beam when you see his face, something you would have never thought possible when you met him. While you wait for everything to turn on and connect, you ask him about his day and how he’s feeling. He answers softly, heart melting at your interest.

To your surprise, when the game finally loads up, you have a gift. From rookiepillz himself.

“Leon…” you say excitedly.

“What?” he asks, playing dumb at first, “Just open it.”

So you do. You burst into laughter as Gojo appears on your screen next. “You’re so funny. I love you,” you giggle. It slips out so casually, he’s not even sure you registered what you’d let slip. He lets it go for now. He would tease you about it later. Right now, he was just so enamored with you.

As you prattled on about wanting to be the skin with the blindfold on and how he should get one for himself so you could match, he realized something. He’d lose every Fortnite match for the rest of his life if it meant he got you. His own personal victory royale.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy smut #resident evil imagines #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #resident evil x you #smut

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neet-elite · 5 days

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─── HOW THEY WOULD COMFORT YOU (SDV)

hello! someone inquired privately about a request, and this is the result! it's formatted this way because it's more of a long ramble than anything else, so i hope that's okay.

SYNOPSIS: your fav has noticed that you've been a little down recently... so they'd like to cheer you up! here are my ideas as to how they'd go about doing that <3

SFW FLUFF, mdni.

INCLUDED: Alex, Sam, Sebastian, Elliott, Harvey, Shane WC: 1,938

ALEX: he's a man of acts of service, right? he's gotta be, i think. with his big muscles and strong work ethic, it's what he does best. when you're feeling down, Alex would be more inclined to helping you do whatever it is that you've gotta do over anything else- and he won't take no for an answer! any chores you need done? alex is picking them up for you. any work not finished? alex is doing it for you. need to make a phone call but don't have the energy? yup, alex is stepping in for you. you can forget about cooking too, because he's learnt a few sweet recipes from his grandma and will be baking your favourite treats to cheer you up!! catch him handing you cookies (jus tlike how grandma made em <3) and pulling you onto the couch, snuggling you into his big body with tight hugs and lightly peppered kisses. he's not one for sitting down and relaxing most of the time, but when all you really need is some comfort and affection he's more than happy to provide that in the form of blankets and movies. he might even end up napping with you on the couch, all snuggled up and warm... he's not the best at talking, but he'll listen for as long as you need. and more than anything, he'll make sure you don't have to lift a finger until you start feeling better again! just wants to make you smile again, and he'll do anything to make you feel better.

"Just sit your pretty butt down on the couch and I'll be back with a surprise in a second!"

"Have you ate yet? What about your water intake? Maybe you need a nap... Let's go lay down together and watch dumb videos on my phone together, okay?"

SAM: is the master of being silly. just a silly little guy with a heart of gold! and he's so sensitive too, i think, so he'd notice your mood changing as soon as it happens. in some respects i can see him being a little but overwhelming to deal with when you're feeling bad, because his go to idea for cheering you up is to be in your face laughing and joking around in hopes of making you laugh too, but he's just trying his best, even if he can be a bit much sometimes. he'd also like to make a fool of himself if he realises he's being overbearing, placing himself at the butt of jokes just to get you smiling again. compared to alex, i think sam is a very good talker, and an even better listener; he's a family man at heart, conflict resolution is part of the job. he might not come up with the most practical ideas to help, but you can be sure that whatever he suggests will at least be fun and entertaining! maybe he'd also play video games with you to help distract you from what's upsetting you, or if he can, sitting through and completing tasks with you together so that he can support you through your tough time that way. because he's so sensitive, if you're crying, he's liable to cry too. but at the end of the day you have this sweet, sunshine, genuine man doing his utmost to make you happy again. it's his life mission </3

"C'mon, lets play that game that you love! I'll even grab us some snacks, so get comfy!"

"It's okay, babe. I'm here, I'm listening. Tell me aaaaall about it."

SEBASTIAN: is more practical than the others, and by that i mean he's more worried about solutions than anything else. don't get me wrong, he'd help in other ways too... but he much prefers seeking an answer more tangible than your current circumstances. he's the type to distract you more than anything from whatever is upsetting you, enjoying physical touch as a means to divert your attention away from the bad feelings and back onto him. you can't be upset if his hands are squishing your cheeks to kiss your lips better! little kisses down your neck while you complain, light trails of his fingers up and down you back while you cry. he doesn't mind listening, but while you're rambling away he's already in his own head working out how to best resolve your issues. he'd do just about anything to make you feel better!! he'd smoke with you, if you were up for it. wanting you to relax as much as possible, joint between his fingers for you to puff at while you're sat between his legs. he'd stroke your hair in the meantime, humming idly as you tell him all about your feelings. idle not because he doesn't care, but because he's thinking. maybe he'd even encourage you to go on a short walk with him, just out to the lake. something about the water being calming, and he knows it to be true because it's one of his favourite spots in town; only made better by having you there with him. even better if it's night time and you can watch the stars with him while forgetting all about your issues!

"Trust me, you'll feel better after a while of sitting. Just be patient."

"Need a little distraction, yeah? C'mere, let me kiss you all better."

ELLIOTT: is heavy on words, isn't he? a fan of whisking you up in his arms, carrying you to the bed, and doting on you with all those sweet words you so often coax out of him just by existing. he'd empathize highly with you, which might lead to him tearing up a little as you're recalling what it is that's making you feel so bad. but he'd persist, whispering sweet nothings down your ear, encouraging words and shared upset. he might even play you some piano, expertly executing one of your favourite pieces just to cheer you up a little. and if you're feeling extra bad, he'd indulge you by singing along to the song, encouraging you to join because you can't be sad when you're singing! on days where it's sunny, he'll drag you out of the house if you're feeling up for it for walks, particularly to the beach. he'll listen to you ramble the whole way, attentively listening until you arrive at the beach and he takes a deep breath. he'd encourage you to just have fun for now, forget all about what troubles you for an hour or two, and then after you've calmed down he'll help you figure out a solution to your issues. but in the meantime, before you're in the right mindset to tackle your issues, he'd simply go with the flow and provide you anything you might need in the moment to feel better. a day or two later you might receive a letter, or a new poem from him. just a little something to make sure you're as happy as you should be <3! indulging in creative outlets would be his go to idea to help, because it's what he likes to partake in himself when he's feeling down.

"My love, would you like to collect seashells with me? They're very pretty, and I think we could use them in a future project..."

"Would listening to your favourite song help, love? If so, I'd be honoured to play it for you."

HARVEY: can resort to being a little bit too clinical at times, but he's trying to learn to rely more on others forms of help. still, he'll make sure that your health is in order first. need to nap? drinking enough water? been eating correctly? and if not, he'll help fix those issues first. however, after you're all fed and such, he'd love to get all cosy with you and just listen. i think he's the best listener of the bunch, coddling you and keeping you safe and warm in his arms while you ramble and cry into his chest. sitting on his lap while he cuddles you on his old man armchair? bliss. would highly encourage you take a bath together, allowing you to soak in the warm water while he bathes you nice and gently, setting out a fresh pair of pyjamas on the bed afterwards and giving you doctors orders to spend the day in bed with him! it doesn't matter what he had planned for the day, he has a sick patient under his roof now, and he'll do his absolute best to make you all better again. watching tv, drinking hot chocolate together, having him cook dinner for the two of you like it's some sort of special occasion. he'll pull out all the stops in an effort to make you happy again, a secret favourite tactic of his being to pull you into the middle of the kitchen to dance with you while dinner cooks. a genuine romantic, he hopes you make you feel better by showing you just how love you truly are, and that no matter what you're going through, he's right there with you.

"I tried cooking your favourite meal, because you deserve it after what you've been through. It's not much... But I hope you like it regardless."

"Are you comfortable? Please let me know if there's anything else I could do for you. I wouldn't want my patient to get any sicker under my care!"

SHANE: naps. naps naps naps, old man afternoon naps in the bed together, wallowing away in shared upset over your issues. he's not a good talker, he knows, so he'd try to make up for what he lacks by giving you the care he so desperately needed himself; the care you've taught him to show. which would highly include napping! just soft sheets and tight cuddles, letting you sob against him while he coos down at you under the sheets. his gruff voice encouraging you to let it all out, that it's good to feel these emotions, and that he'll be there the whole time. once you've calmed down a bit though, he'd simply ask what it is that you need in the moment to feel a bit better. and it doesn't matter what you need, he'll do it. it's the least he could do after you've helped him so much, right? which makes him the most malleable of the bachelors in terms of how they'd help- he doesn't have any set in stone ideas, he just does what you ask him to do. but some of his favourite tactics are: spending time with animals, loving on them and letting them nuzzle up against you, watching the way they just seem to know that you need extra attention. indulging you in some of your hobbies, even if he sucks at them! because even if he fails, so long as it makes you laugh he doesn't mind being the joke for a while. cooking and eating together. getting your hands busy, he thinks, is the best way to overcome your issues. something about physically making something, right? how you're not just stuck in your own head overthinking all the time, because you're too busy focusing on a manual task. he doesn't mind whatever your answer might be to what do you need right now? because he's already accepted that he'll do whatever you say next.

"Come help me with dinner, please. Could help you a little, I think... And at the end of it all, we get some yummy food. Sound nice?"

"We haven't seen the animals today, have we? Let's go together, I'll help out, okay?"

#stardew valley #sdv #fanfic #fluff #yes i included SHANE OK #sdv sam #sdv alex #sdv sebastian #sdv elliott #sdv harvey #sdv shane

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macsimagines · 7 months

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mikey izana and shin react to getting scented so thorughly by their s/o that they get mistaken for an omega after leaving the house

Darling almost never gets to be the possessive one lol nice change of pace.

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI, ABO

Yandere!Alpha Manjiro Sano

He loves you and loves to be scented by you, but you're a little bit needier than usual with your heat coming soon. "Baby, you gotta let me go. We need groceries." "Mmmmm, lemme just rub on you a little more~ Pleeeaaase, baby?"

Immediately regrets it when he walks outside reeking of Omega. He shakes it off when he hears a few whistles down the street because there's no way they're whistling at him.

Then some asshole alpha, that REEKS of horny, tries to pick him up in the middle of the store. "Hey baby, want a real man to take care of your heat?" "...Man going to jail wasn't on my to-do list BUT-"

Ya he beats that guy in the middle of a damn Walgreens and goes home to give you an earful. Too bad he walks in and your heat is in full swing.

"Mikey? Alpha? ...Why do you smell like that!?" you snarl in repulsion. "Your fault. Come here and fix it."

Yandere!Izana Kurokawa

In a similar situation to Mikey's. You're in your heat and usually Izana wouldn't allow such dominant displays, but you're never this loving to him.

He is just drowning in your attention and affection when he suddenly remembers that he forgot to get some groceries for your heat. And he can't have you starving when you're being such a good girl.

Doesn't leave you though. Can't bear the thought of going out when you're finally being so caring to your rightful Alpha and King, so he just opts to order food for you.

Then the delivery driver shows up with all the groceries in hand and Izana makes the mistake of opening the door to greet him. "Damn, baby-boy. Rough heat?" the guy says with a sleazy smile and Izana doesn't even think twice before grabbing him by the collar and smashing his face into the adjacent wall.

"You try'na die, Fucker?" he growls, letting off all the suffocating alpha pheromones that you've been drowning out. But then he hears your sad little chirps from the other room and is forced to release the idiot delivery driver.

Yandere!Shinichiro Sano

He is so in love with you and lets you scent him as much as you damn well please. Even though, it is constantly getting him into trouble.

Gets hit on all the time by other alpha's that think he's some cute rebellious Omega. "I'm an ALPHA FUCKERS!" Gets his ass kicked a lot for picking those fights...

Wouldn't change a thing though because at least he has an omega that loves to scent him as much as you do. Honestly gets high off all the pheromones you're giving.

"Mmmmgoodsogoodbabymmmm~" croons so happy and pleased for you every time you snuggle and scent him. "That's a good, Alpha. Letting your Omega scent you, like a good boy~" and he just nods along and says whatever you want to hear because he really is such a good boy.

Does get made fun of by everyone. "So...How was Y/N, Big Bro? Was she happy? Cause she smells like she was suuuuper happy-" "Shuddup, Mikey! You just don't know what it takes to keep an Omega happy!"

He wears your smell with pride though. Doesn't ever tell you to stop it and in fact encourages you to do it more often. He also scents you just as much.

"We gotta make sure people can smell your Alpha right baby?"

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere manjiro sano #yandere mikey sano #yandere izana kurokawa #yandere izana #yandere shinichiro sano

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hugshughes · 3 months

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Family Dinner C. Loveland

Colston Loveland x fem!Minter!reader

synopsis - The first time Colston meets your family, as your boyfriend.

wc - 3k

contains - unedited for the most part! WAIT. I didn't specify this in the fic but ITS THE READER'S APARTMENT COLSTON'S JUST STAYING OVER!! i was not giving them a shared apartment after dating for three months. set a couple months in the future (not specificccc just needed cause these two get together right after the cfp playoffs so it's like april), cursinggg, kissinggggg, touchingggg, makin outttt, my usuals. GUYS SHE HAD A DORM IN THE FIRST PART NOW SHE HAS AN APARTMENT OKAY????? ITS GONNA BE OKAY. hmmm um i describe the outfit???? like i always do and it's usually not a problem(?) soooo, um i literally think that's it. is minter!daughter!reader a warning?

an - SHESSSSS BAAAAAAACK!!!!!!! could NOT resist and i had the cutestttttttttt requests coming in sooooooo how could i not. this was the cutest thing to write.

You groaned as your phone sounded, your scheduled alarm had gone off. Scheduled for 5:30, so when you'd know to start getting ready for dinner at your parents.

Usually it wouldn't really matter, but since tonight was the first time you'd taken Colston home, you wanted to look a little nicer than normal. You shut your alarm off quickly, before turning to look at the boy sleeping next to you.

You crept your hand under his sweatshirt, your palm flat against his warm back as you rubbed back and forth, whispering his name gently.

"Colston, baby, we gotta get ready to go, Lovey."

His eyes squeezed tightly before fluttering open, his long and full lashes leaving a forever pang of jealousy on your heart. He smiled that perfect smile, and you gave one right back to him. He shuffled just a little, moving onto his side before he pulled you closer to him, wrapping his long, strong arms around you.

"Hi baby."

Your heart tripled in size. He sounded sleepy and it was the cutest yet hottest thing you'd ever heard. You let him snuggle into you, laying back on his stomach with his head now on your chest. You raked your nails through his hair, before lightly scratching the back of his neck. The act almost put him right back to sleep, but you gave his hair a gentle tug before it could, causing Colston to look up at you with attitude.

"You gotta get up, at least I gotta get up."

He just ignored you, kissing the concern off your face. His hands layed under your (his) shirt as he now leaned over you. He kissed you long and hard as your hands grasped at his jaw, then neck, then chest, then hair. You pulled him back by your grip in his hair, once again tugging it.

"Y'cant kiss me outta this, Loveland."

"Are you sure?"'

Then he kissed you again, and you almost gave into him as he kissed you so good that your mind just blanked. Oh right, dinner, your family, 7pm. You could tell Colston was stalling partially because he just wanted to kiss, but also partially because he was nervous. Colston didn't like being nervous, but how could he not be? It was his first time seeing your parents in the context of 'girlfriend's mother and father' instead of Coach and Mrs. Coach.

You pulled away after indulging in him just a tad.

"Cole, they already love you, you know that, I know that. My dad might be a bit weird but he's just being a dad. My mom is obsessed with you and me, so she shouldn't cause any problems. And as for the three monsters under the staircase-"

"My top three Minter siblings."

You gasped, before you pushed his face away from yours as a smirk encapsulated it. You let his head lay on your chest before continuing.

"Rude. But anyway, it's been known that they love you. They're probably our biggest supporters. What's our couple name? My sister was wondering."

Colston shook his head, laughing at your baby sister's actions. The kids did love him, they had loved him for way longer than when you began dating. Colston sighed, it would be fine. He started kissing your neck, now just because he wanted to kiss you.

"You cannot go giving me marks right before we see my parents, you psycho."

You could feel him smile into your neck, and you almost told him to do whatever he wanted to you. He was so hot, and he knew how it affected you. For the third time, you ran your fingers through his brown hair and tugged it, this time to get his face away from your neck. He gave you an innocent look, causing you to roll your eyes heavily.

You rolled out from under him, getting off your bed with a heavy heart. If you could, you would jump right back in bed for a makeout session, but you knew it was probably for the better.

"Stop looking at me like that, or I'll get back in bed with you."

"You say that like I don't want it more than anything."

You shook your head as you trudged into the bathroom to do your hair. Your phone played music that floated into your bedroom as hot tools and brushes ran through your hair. Colston came into your bathroom, wordlessly wrapping his arms around your hips, his head laying on your shoulder. Your heart melted as you heard him start humming along with Funeral by Phoebe Bridgers. You were rubbing off on him.

You did your makeup with one hand as the other rested on top of Colston's. When you were finished you turned around in Colston's arms, standing there, hugging him for just a little bit while the music played.

Soon enough, you left the bathroom, Colston following behind you. If was 6:15, and you had to leave at about 6:40, and you both needed to change clothes. You put on some jeans and a white sweater, standing infront of your mirror to adjust the collar. You watched Colston through the mirror, he slipped a crewneck on, tugging his chain out from under it. He sat on your bed to put his sneakers on, and when he looked up for just a second he caught your eyes in the mirror. He smiled at you, looking back down to tie his shoe.

"You look that good, and you're saying I can't leave marks?"

You shook your head, giggling as you walked over to him, standing between his spread legs.

"I can play nice, leave no trace behind."

Your knees almost buckled. He was so subtly hot. You shook your head with wide eyes. You leaned down and placed a completely innocent kiss on his lips, pulling away from him before he could get too into it. His hands ran up and down the sides of your thighs, gripping every now and then.

You took a step back, letting him stand up. It was time to go. You turned around to grab your shoes and Colston's palm met the fat of your ass. You turned back to him, a faux offended look on your face. He smiled, shrugging at you, fuck he was hot.

You put your shoes on, grabbing your phone and keychain as Colston slipped his keys, wallet, and phone into his pockets. Colston opened the door, letting you out first and closing it behind him. You exited your apartment complex, finding Colston's car quickly. You put the directions to your parents house onto the screen of the car as Colston's hand found its place on your left thigh.

The drive was silent other than the music, and the occasional robotic noise telling Colston where to turn. You instinctively pulled up his sleeve to trace over his tattoo, one of your favorite things to pass time with.

Colston pulled into the driveway of your parent's home at 6:57, right on schedule. You could tell he was nervous again, his leg bouncing as he turned the car off. You laced your fingers with his, calling his name to get him to look at you.

"Loveland, everything's gonna go perfect. You know them, baby. They know you, which is even better. You don't understand how happy my whole family was when I told them you'd asked me to be your girlfriend. You probably don't even understand how happy I was."

You brought his hand up to your face, kissing his wrist, rubbing your thumb back and forth.

"Serious?"

"One hundred percent."

He nodded, a smile lightly gracing his face.

"There he is."

You two exited the car, walking up your driveway to the front porch. You opened the door, knowing it would be unlocked and the only two people with authority to open the front door were likely busy.

"Guys? We're here!"

Your voice echoed through the house, the three children sitting on the couch bolting up towards the foyer. Your two youngest siblings jumped into Colston's arms while the oldest of the little ones, your first brother hugged you tightly. He was always your little best friend, since he came first among the littles. The other two eventually hugged you, before you all walked through the front of the house to the kitchen, where your mom and dad were handling dinner.

"Hey you two! How are y'all doing?"

Your mom smiled brightly, looking up from where she was pouring waters. You smiled, leaning against the island while you let her know the latest details of your life. Your dad had yet to speak, you knew he was already a bit awkward around people that weren't your immediate family, and Colston being one of his players probably made it worse.

"Dad, speak. You two spend more time together than I do with either of you."

Finally, you got your dad and Colston talking, and everything else fell into place.

You and Colston helped set the table, you subtly bumping hips with him to silently applaud his performance thus far. While you ate, you occasionally rubbed Colston's thigh, just to keep him comfortable and calm.

Your dad thankfully wasn't trying to do the whole, 'What are your intentions with my daughter?' conversation, but you couldn't confidently confirm or deny that he hadn't already tried that at workouts in the past months.

After dinner you watched as Colston helped your mom and dad clean up, your siblings dragging you to the living room to see one of their new things. You were sat on the carpet while you played with your siblings, patting the spot on the couch behind you when Colston came into the living room. You leaned your head on the inside of his thigh as you now sat between his spread legs.

Your parents soon came in too and you watched a hockey game as you talked to them. They asked about school, football, friends, everything. Colston played with your hair while he discussed his current life with your parents, the conversation becoming more and more fluent as time went on.

You moved onto the couch next to Colston when your ass started to feel the hardwood under the rug more and more. You curled into his side, his arm wrapping appropriately around your shoulders.

After some time, your siblings demanded Colston's presence in their playroom. You followed him upstairs, holding his hand for just a second before he was whisked away to the play kitchen.

You stood at the door, leaning against the frame as you stared at the group. You swore you fell more in love with him as you watched him shamelessly wearing a dress up cowboy hat given to him by your 6 year old sister, pretending to eat fake food served by your 4 year old brother, while he talked about video games with your 8 year old brother. He would be such a good dad, holy fuck you were thinking about making him a dad.

"Oh, honey, he's in deep."

You jumped slightly, turning and seeing your mom behind you. She'd just seen the amount of love in your eyes as you watched your boyfriend play with your siblings.

"It seems like you are too."

You blushed, looking away from her. She was right, of course. The two of you were both so heavily infatuated with the each other.

"He's just so.. I think I love him."

Your eyes widened when you realized what you'd said, your mom's smile widening when she heard it. Her baby was in love, with the perfect guy. You really did love him, you'd always known it, but it was the first time you were saying it. You loved him. Soon, it was past 9pm and your mother was telling your siblings it was bedtime. You and Colston said goodnight to each other your siblings, Colston giving in to their requests and ready a book for the younger two.

When the kids went to bed, you told your parents it was probably best for you two to head out as well. You said bye to them, and you giggled as you watched Colston and your dad bro hug.

When you got back in the car, you immediately jumped to hug Colston over the center console.

"I think you're just perfect, Cole. I swear, everything you do is like perfect."

You pulled away and held his face in your hands, looking into his dark eyes.

"I love you."

Colston's eyes widened, his heart erupting when he heard the three words. You two had never said that before. Colston had wanted to for a while now, but was nervous.

"I love you."

You smiled and kissed him sweetly, pulling away with butterflies swarming your stomach. You laced your fingers with him, resting them on your thigh as you began the drive back to your apartment.

You parked and quickly ran in to escape the evening chill in Ann Arbor. You got ready for bed together when you were back in your apartment. Colston's hand rested on your hip as you both brushed your teeth. Your eyes were not so subtly trained on his toned stomach in the mirror. He had opted for sweatpants and no shirt as pajamas, while you had comfy shorts and one of his tshirts on. You raised your sight line and made eye contact with Colston, who raised his eyebrows at you, questioning your staring. Your face warmed as you bent down to wash your mouth out.

Soon enough you were getting into bed with Colston, your head on his chest as you listened to his heartbeat. His hands rested on your bare back underneath your shirt.

"You made tonight so perfect, Cole. It means a lot to me, how sweet you are to my family."

You tilted your head up to look at him, seeing a smile fight its way to his face. He really was so gorgeous, the moonlight shining through your blinds bringing light to his face.

"Well, your family happens to be really nice, baby. I think your siblings would've kept me there forever."

You giggled, nodding against his chest. You couldn't help yourself as you shuffled upward, holding his jaw as you kissed him. Colston definitely didn't mine. His hands sliding to the curve of your ass when you got onto your knees, now hovering over him. Colston deepened and heated up the kiss, a grin adorning his face when he heard the smallest sound leave your mouth.

The two of you continued making out, hands wandering and minds racing. Colston's giggle broke the kiss as he couldn't help but react to a gasp you let out. You felt warmth spread from your chest to your face, laying your head in the crook of Colston's neck. He poked at your sides, laughing again as he called your name.

"C'mon, coach, don't be embarrassed. Don't hide from me, baby. You love me, 'member?"

You turned your head, shuffling to his chest to look at him. He was smiling down at you, you loved him.

"Don't abuse your power, Loveland."

His smile widened, pulling you closer.

"You know you're the first guy my dad's ever actually trusted with me?"

You snuggled into his shoulder, yawning. You closed your eyes, you became so comfortable with him rather quickly. You two just knew each other in a way no one else did. You'd known each other for over a year before you ever started dating, but you never really tried to be super close.

Colston was shocked at the admission, he was sure your dad didn't like him that much.

"Y'serious?"

"Mhm. My dad knows that you really care about me, he told me earlier he was glad he could tell you make me happy. He's never ever been even slightly fond of other guys I've had him meet."

Colston was internally celebrating. He'd won your dad over, though he would've had no idea had you not told him. Jesse Minter liked very few people that weren't his family, and sometimes, just sometimes, he liked the people that made his family happy. And he could see that Colston made you happy, very happy.

"I make you happy?"

Colston said it as a joke, stretching the last word for a few seconds longer than normal.

"For some reason, you do."

Colston pinched at your hip, giving your ass a squeeze before leaving his hand to rest there. You snuggled closer into each other, eyes gently closing. Light kisses left on foreheads and necks, hands rubbing back and forth, up and down, soothing. You two whispered three words to each other seconds before you were both asleep, warmth filling your stomachs. Both you and Colston had finally found the person for you, and knew that you were in it for the long haul.

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marswiththestars · 4 months

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dbz boys headcanons

okay so this is about dbl boys(ur just gonna pretend chichi,bulma, and cheelai don’t exist) anyways hope u guys like it!

warnings/ this is just fluff headcanons I will do some spicy ones later! Anyway enjoy!🍒

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(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙮 ♥

-broly is definitely more soft with you, like when he hugs you he knows not to hold you too tight because he’s afraid he will literally snap you in half

-HIS HUGS OMFG, he gives the softest hugs in the world. his favorite type of hug is the one where you wrap your arms around his neck and he can rest his hand on your hips or lower back. -broly is definitely nervous at first because he wasn’t used to the affection at first because of his childhood. eventually he warms up to your affection and is always up for some lovin from you.

-he loves to cuddle with you, like when he gets home all he wants to do is cuddle with you and if you get home after him, he will just immediately sweep you off your feet and just bring you to the couch and snuggle you

-if you try to get up when he smothers you, he will just pull you right back down unless u tell him you gotta pee or smth

-man’s is pretty vanilla when it comes to dating, like he will just sit there and listen to you for hours, he loves little pecks on the cheek, etc

-he loves coming up behind you when your cooking and gripping your hips and kisses your cheeks because he loves you that much(also he wants to steal a lil bit of what ur cooking)

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(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ 𝙫𝙚𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙖 ♥

-honestly at first I think he took awhile to say his feelings for you, like when he started liking you he would be so nervous but never looked like it cause he has a AMAZING poker face

-he loves it when you just go up to him and hug him, like he will be stunned at first but will eventually hug you back. he loves the type of hugs where he can put his arms on you shoulders and you wrap your arms around his waist

-he’s not to keen on cuddling in the beginning, but after some time he loves it sm

-overall he just needs some time to warm up to you

-he loves to do stuff like cook with you, go to the store with you, walk with you, talk with you, like anything. he also loves to just sit there and watch tv with you. basically anything you wanna do he will do it.

-he also very protective and will give anybody who even looks at you a look of ‘you wanna die?’ and he will rest his hands on your hips and sway back and forth just to make people jealous.

-before you guys started dating everybody was shipping you two because you guys would always have little snarky remarks towards each other jokingly, and sometimes you guys would jab each other randomly

#broly x reader #vegeta x reader

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ferris-the-wheel · 5 months

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nb!reader x beastmen characters (headcanons)

Scenario: First attempt at snuggling and petting their ears/tail.

ೃ⁀➷ Included charcters: Leona Kingscholar, Ruggie Bucchi, Jack Howl, Chenya

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ೃ⁀➷ Established relationship

TW: None

When you first jumped onto his bed while he was sleeping, he was very confused and very annoyed. You'd just woken him up from his nap. When you snuggled up against him, he grabbed your waist and flipped you to the other side to spoon you.

He didn't react much when you turned over to face him, he just readjusted. He only opened an eye when he felt your breath close on his face. He at first assumed that you wanted a kiss, but then he realized your gaze was elsewhere. Then he was confused when you reached your hand up until he felt your fingers stroking his ears.

Was honestly suprised for a minute, but recovered quickly. He never expected you to be so bold. But he chuckled and leaned his head down slightly so you wouldn't have to strain your arm to reach. He at first felt a little uncomfortable since obviously nobody had ever pet his ears before (he probably would've not-so-pleasantly removed them from his vicinity for their efforts), but he accepted it because it was you.

He noticed that your lips were level with his so he took the opportunity to snag a quick kiss. You were shocked, but you couldn't suppress a giggle. You went back to petting his ears for a few minutes, then your mind ventured to his tail. You'd never pet anything like a lion tail before.

Leona: "What?"

You: "Can I pet your tail?" *puppy dog eyes*

Leona: *slightly embarrassed but sighs* "Fine."

He manages to get another kiss out of letting you pet his tail. Content lion boy.

Ruggie was in the botanical garden just minding his own business when you came up. He heard you coming from a bit away, so he wasn't surprised to have you tackle him from behind. After some play-wrestling, you both flopped down.

You saw his round ears and couldn't suppress the urge to pet them. Ruggie was used to playing around with the kids in his neighborhood so having his ears touched wasn't new to him.

He definitely teased you for it. He also demanded a kiss, which you obliged. He let you pet his ears for a few minutes, then he kinda got bored but he didn't move. He did expect some form of payment though.

Ruggie: "Y/N, I'll keep letting you pet my ears but it's gonna cost ya, shishishishi." You: *still petting his ears* "What?" Ruggie: "Hmmm... Every day you want to pet my ears... you gotta buy me something, like doughnuts!"

You thought it was a bit unfair, it was just petting his ears, but whatever. You happily went on petting his ears. You then thought of something. What about his tail? What do hyena tails feel like? When you spun him around, he was confused but was mildly curious. Was there something on his back or something?

When you started adoringly petting his tail, boi legit had flashbacks to that incident with Rook and jumped a mile. He had to explain that it wasn't something you did after noticing that you were upset and for the sake of keeping you happy, he let you continue petting his ears.

His large ears and keen sense of smell alerted him to your presence behind him. He looked up from where he was pulling on running shoes, planning on going for a run. He readily caught you as you jumped into his arms he dropped you the first time and has had many times to practice.

He attempted to continue putting his shoes on but gave up because you kept shifting around to get into a more comfortable position (he was sitting on his butt with his legs straight out).

When you reached up to pet his ears, he wasn't sure what you were doing but didn't move away. When he realized that you were petting his ears, he propped himself against the wall so he wouldn't fall backward due to his sitting position with you basically in his lap. Was definitely blushing slightly and was embarrassed, made worse when you decided to scratch the base of his ears.

Jack: "I'm not a dog, you know." *huffy grumpy face* You: "Awww, but you're cute like one! And you have such a fluffy tail, too!" Jack: *Now thoroughly blushing and tail wagging*

He quite embarrassedly offered if you'd like to pet his tail too. He was very happy by how excited you looked and moved his tail for you to pet.

His tail wagged despite the embarrassment as you ran your fingers through his fluffy tail fur. Neither of you got up for a while. Jack didn't get to go on his run.

You nearly had a heart attack when Chenya appeared beside you. He ruffled your hair playfully and generally was being an annoyance while you were trying to study.

You pretty much gave up trying to study and let him stay there. He poked around your room and moved stuff around, which didn't bother you too much. You eyed his ears while he moved around, watching them twitch and move.

You: "Chenya, if you get to stay in my room, I get to pet your ears."

Chenya: *grinning* "Is that what you wanted all along?"

You: *glare*

He sat next to you and you reached up to pet his ears. He eyes narrowed and he grinned. He wrapped himself around you and laughed at your surprise.

You couldn't really pet his ears anymore, but his fluffy tail was right there. You stroked the beastman's tail, which made him do a mischievous giggle. Yeah that didn't sound good.

Heyo, this is just a little brainrot that somehow managed to get posted. I'm not used to writing headcanons... or Chenya. So let me know how I did 😅

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httpsuniverse · 10 months

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LIPS OF AN ANGEL | MM19

PAIRING: mason mount x wolff!reader ; a bit of george russell x wolff!reader

DETAILS & WARNINGS: profanities, mentions cheating/infidelity, mason's anger is totally understandable, y/n's a bit of a bitch(? idk towards the end tho), rushed ending bc i really wanted to end this hahahah, also not proofread and tons of dialogues ahhahah

WC: 4k

A/N: i apologize for uploading this soo late 😭 i had writers block for a long while :< anyway, enjoy reading!

TAGGED: @i83andrew @pleasantducktimetravel

this work is purely fictional. names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. © newuniverse, 2023. do not steal, repost in other platforms, translate and/or claim this work as your own.

now, four months have passed since you’ve broken up with mason (or at least that was what your letter stated). in those months, mason finds himself longing for you. the man often finds himself up most nights, sleeping so late and waking up so early to head to training and other prior schedules he has every day.

mason would not deny it; that if someone were to ask if he had tried contacting you, your dad and even your stepmum. the couple would always say that they don’t know your whereabouts, but deep inside, he knows they know and knowing you, you were probably the one who asked them not to tell him. the first month was the hardest, he tried calling you every night and every chance he got while on his schedule. he was waiting for your voicemail greeting to play just to hear your voice and after that, he’d record what he wanted to say. a mixture of i love you’s, i miss you’s and please come back.

it wasn’t easy with you as well. you missed mason and you missed the days where it was just the two of you in your own little world. if you could only go back in time, you’d never leave the house during the night of your fight and maybe this never would’ve happened. you missed seeing mason on the other side of the bed; you weren’t a morning person but whenever there’s a chance that you wake up before him, you’d watch him sleep and listen to his gentle snores while you lightly trace his beard with the tip of your finger. you missed snuggling to him during cold mornings, you missed the lazy make-outs because he couldn’t get his hands off of you, you missed him whispering sweet nothings in your ear after you wake up. you missed mornings with mason, too bad you can no longer relive those moments.

though you can’t help that every time you wake up, you have that thought that you could go back to london, you could return his calls, you could return back to mason and restart your relationship. but every time you do think of doing those things, you’re reminded of what you did. all those lies you’ve told him, and those days where you were away and sleeping with another man.

going back to the man you’ve hurt seems such a foolish thing to do, and you know the people around mason wouldn’t allow such a thing. though you may think that mason would have the same thinking as the others, he sometimes does not. he wanted to risk it all again with you, he wanted to try and fix it with you. all he wanted is you and you alone.

going back to mason is something that you want to do but wouldn’t do. and on the fourth month, 5 day mark, mason had revealed his month long relationship with a model, lia mendes.

honey, why you calling me so late?

it’s kinda hard to talk right now.

honey, why you crying, is everything okay?

i gotta whisper cause i can’t be too loud.

you stood in your living room filled with moving boxes, susie and toto were outside while jack was napping inside your bedroom. all you could do was sigh. it felt so weird moving into a new apartment–let alone moving to the southeast corner of france. monaco was a lovely place to live in, knowing that your father lives here (though he travels most of the time), the fact that you live nearby brings you some sort of relief, safety and comfort. though, as many people have said, you disappeared off the face of the earth for a few months, you’ve lived your life quietly with your mum for a while as you wait for the situation with mason to die down.

you were in a rush when you left london the night you told mason you were just going to the store. you left without even taking a second look, not even an ounce of thought. sure, it was a wrong move—a dumb decision as well, but you wanted to run away from all the mistakes you’ve made. you wanted to escape. leave everything you have to the place you once loved—now a place you dread the most. it was not the easiest decision either, but it was the only solution that you could think of.

the night you left mason, you didn’t go to the store. instead, you met george. again, a clandestine meeting. you messaged george when you were a few blocks away from his place, which is why you met a furious brit.

“have you lost your mind, kid?” he says, god you hated that nickname. it was the nickname that toto knew george gave you and became the hint that you and the driver are close. “she could’ve caught me! she could’ve seen your bloody message! why did you want to see me—”

“i told him, george. he–he probably saw the letter by now because i left a few hours ago.”

the driver’s eyes widened, definitely not the sentence he was not expecting to hear from you. suddenly, he didn’t know what to do or say. george tried to pull you in his arms, but you were quick to push him away. “this… george! this is exactly why we need to stop what’s between us!” you said, “i can’t believe i’m saying this but i regret everything that happened between us. i regret taking advantage of mason and carmen. i hate how i know that dad will be so disappointed in me. so please, let’s stop this… we can’t keep hurting and breaking the trusts of the people around us.”

your voice cracks by the end of the last sentence, you could feel george staring at you but you kept your gaze on your feet. no strength to look at his eyes because you know that this man would do anything just to make you stay.

“but baby—”

from calling you kid to baby—you hated it. you felt disgusted. you needed to end it.

“no, george. no buts.” you cut off, “i have to go. i… i wish you all the best.”

you walk back to your car, locking the doors in case george runs after you. again, without looking back, you drive away. leaving the confused brit in the empty street.

and even though you ended things with george that night, he hadn’t stopped calling and texting you—afraid that you might say anything about your relationship to others, even with friends and family. all he ever cared about was his reputation, he was scared. after all, he was doing great with mercedes the past season and a scandal with his boss’ daughter would put him through hell.

now, you were left alone in this apartment overlooking the beauty of monaco. you sat on your balcony with a glass of wine sitting on the table, feeling the breeze of the mediterranean sea. oh you missed mason. you haven’t heard anything from him since you two broke up.

and maybe it was the number of wine in your system that you ended up dialing his number, the one you’ve deleted yet can’t seem to forget as you knew it by heart. no matter how hard you try to forget about it. it kept on ringing and ringing, and you tried to re-dial once it ended due to the exceeding minute.

on the fifth try, you finally heard his voice.

“hello?”

you know that feeling when you’ve spoken to your high school crush for the very first time, your heart drops and your stomach is filled with butterflies to the point where you don’t know what to say? that is exactly what you felt when you heard mason’s voice after months.

“hello?” he repeats, “is this a prank call? ‘cause this is the fifth time you called and i might need to block your number–”

“masey.”

you heard sounds of bed rustling followed by a door closing, you assumed that he was already in bed and was fast asleep. after all, it was already midnight. “y/n?” and that’s when the tears started to roll in, god how you missed that voice. “are you crying? is everything alright?” his voice was quiet.

“y-yeah, just…” you sniffed, “just missing you and i think it has something to do with this stupid wine.”

“sorry, i’ve got to whisper. m-my girlfriend’s asleep,”

“oh.” you wiped your tears, you only found out that mason was dating someone now. “i’m sorry, i should’ve known. god, i’ll hang up–”

“no!”

well, my girl’s in the next room

sometimes i wish she was you

i guess we never really moved on

it’s really good to hear your voice saying my name

it sounds so sweet

“she’s in the other room anyway, we can continue talking.” he continued, “h-how have you been? i’ve seen photos of jack on susie’s instagram, may have had a glimpse of you spending time with them in her stories. have you gone karting with jack recently?”

you chuckle, chugging the remaining wine on your glass before responding. “i-i stayed with them for a month, i stayed with my mum as well, after our… well, you know. i’ve accompanied jack while dad and susie are busy. you know, the season has already started and susie is busy with the f1 academy. i was vacant for a month, but i’ve started working again–i’m talking too much, you should really hang up, mason.”

“you know, it’s really good to hear your voice saying my name, y/n.” mason said, “it-it really sounds so sweet.”

“we should really stop, mason.”

you heard him scoff on the other end of the line, “it’s so funny that you’re the one saying that, i’m not the one who called in the first place, y/n.”

“i know, and i only found out that you were dating someone tonight. y-you should be with her, you shouldn’t be talking to your ex who… who cheated on you tonight. she deserves better.”

“i guess we never really moved on, y/n.” he replied, “i–”

“goodbye, mason. good night.”

coming from the lips of an angel

hearing those words, it makes me weak

and i never wanna say goodbye

but, girl, you make it hard to be faithful

with the lips of an angel

mason couldn’t sleep that night and had trouble waking up, which was the reason why lia, so early in the morning, was mad as her boyfriend was sleeping so deep and no matter how hard she tried to wake him up, she just couldn’t. lia was running late for a schedule that mason had promised to come with her as their break for the season had begun.

“masey, i’m running super late. my manager is about to burst, can’t you please move much faster?” she said, in a mixture of annoyed and calm voice. “didn’t we go to bed at the same time last night? why do you look like you haven’t at all?”

“because i haven’t slept,” he answered directly.

“why?”

“just… nothing. let’s go.”

the couple exited mason’s house, lia practically sprinted to mason’s car and sat on the front seat. masey, that was the nickname most people call him but now, he only wanted to hear your voice call him that and nobody else. when you say his name, it sounded like it came from the lips of an angel. it made him weak most of the time.

lia had arrived a half an hour late, her manager was already glaring at mason and immediately separated the couple. while lia was doing her photoshoot, leaving mason alone, he realised that he never wanted to break up with you, even if you admitted what had happened between you and george, or maybe he was just thinking about it as you’ve spoken last night. maybe he just missed you. he did miss you.

what’s fucked up is that he thought he finally moved on from you, that he was ready to commit to a new relationship. he knew that when he and lia were testing the waters, a month before they officially dated. he has told himself several times that he was over you, yet here he is. reminiscing all the memories you’ve shared the past years you two were together after that phone call. you were making it hard for him to be faithful.

as he was waiting, mason was on his phone when he received a notification of an invite to attend another f1 race with red bull. this time, it was in barcelona. he remembered the last time you and he went to monaco, a weekend to remember indeed.

“we’re going to be separated for almost the whole day, baby” you laugh, putting on your dress as mason shoves his phone into his pocket. “it’s going to be so weird because you’ll be at the red bull garage, and i’ll be at mercedes!”

“hey, i can still go there, you know? plus we’ll see each other around the paddock.” he replied, walking behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “besides, your dad loooves me. i’m sure he’ll understand that this is for work and publicity.”

you smiled, zipping your dress up and turned to face him. mason pursed his lips, signifying that he was asking for a kiss. you giggled, and eventually leaned in to connect your lips together. when you pulled away, you put your hand on his face and ran the pads of your thumb on his beard–the one you loved doing after you two kissed every time.

“you, sir… look so handsome with your outfit.” you compliment, he was wearing his chequered rhude shirt over some white shirt. you leaned in again for another kiss, deepening it–only pulling away when you heard your phone ring. “okay, before things escalate, i have to go. dad’s calling.”

“your dad’s such a cockblocker.” he teased, earning a slap on the arm from you. “i’m just kidding! i’ll see you when i see you at the paddock.”

mason remembered how he stole a kiss every time you crossed paths at the paddock or at the pit lane during his walk. a lot of people saw and took pictures and videos of it, posting it on social media. that video was trending in the world of f1 and football for a few days before dying down. he remembered seeing tweets and posts on instagram, saying they were jealous of your relationship. he remembered the two of you having dinner at toto and susie’s place, how he was teased by you and jack (toto eventually joined) throughout dinner as he went as red bull’s guest and not mercedes. he remembered lying with you on the deck of a rented yacht, under the sun, enjoying the monte-carlo air.

on the other side of europe, you are woken up by the sound of your phone ringing. you were taking your afternoon siesta before returning back to your home office to continue working, and whoever was calling you in the middle of your nap, may they stub their toe on some furniture. tired, you reached out for your phone and answered the call without looking at the screen.

“hello?” you groggily said, “whoever you are, you’ve interrupted my siesta and i may hate you for that.”

“well, hello to you, my daughter.” your father’s voice rang through your ears. “and i’m sorry if i interrupted your nap, but would you be so kind and open your front door please?”

“what?”

“open the door, i’ve been out here for almost fifteen minutes.”

and off you went to your front door, toto was greeted by a grumpy daughter whose eyebrows were furrowed. you looked at your father, “what are you doing here, dad?”

“no ‘hallo, vater’? no ‘how are you doing, dad?’. none?” he joked, entering your place as you made way for him and closed the door. “okay, i will be quick. come with us to barcelona this weekend.”

your eyes widened, “what? i have work, i can’t just leave.”

“your brother told me that you have a flexible work schedule, that you’re allowed to bring your work everywhere you go.” your dad replied.

“theodore wolff, that little bitch.” you cursed under your breath, you couldn’t help but facepalm with what your brother just did. “dad–”

“i know that tone, y/n wolff.” toto stopped you from continuing your sentence, “come on, it’ll be just like the old days! except your brother isn’t here because his finals week aligned with the weekend in barcelona.”

you bit your lip, making a decision as your father can be impatient. if you go to the race, the possibility of running to george is high–no matter how much effort you exert on avoiding the man, you simply can’t as he is, of course, a driver for mercedes. but, it’ll be good for you as well! you haven’t gone to spain for years, a change of environment and working outside of your home office may be good for you as well. you work only on weekdays, and you’ll be free for the rest of the weekend so you wouldn’t think of work that much in case.

“okay fine, i’ll go with you. when’s the flight?”

“tonight.”

“TONIGHT?! dad, a little heads up would’ve been nice!”

“i’m sorry, pack your bags and we’ll pick you up by 8.” toto said, planting a kiss on your head. “i’ll go now, we’ll see you later!”

—

on saturday morning, arriving at the paddock with your father, a lot of people approached you by the entrance. some asked for pictures, some for autographs (which you didn’t quite understand), and some were nice enough to greet you. to say that you’re nervous is an understatement. you were returning to the paddock, you’re about to see george, his fiancée–the people you've been avoiding for months were in barcelona with you. you opted to stay in your hotel since your arrival in spain, finishing all the work you have left before proceeding with your weekend. as you walk to the paddock with toto, you could feel your palm sweat and your stomach turn the more you get closer to mercedes’ garage.

“word is, footballers are in red bull’s garage.” you overheard one of the mechanics upon entering the garage. the word football made you even more nervous than you already were.

“oh come on, mate. i think i’ve seen a few yesterday! that’s old news!”

“i haven’t seen any yesterday but so far, i’ve seen james, felix, chilwell–” please don’t tell me mason is here. “–and mount. just last year they were in monaco, weren’t they?”

the other mechanic nodded his head. mason is here. breathing the same air as you, probably a few metres away from you even. i knew this was a bad idea. you thought to yourself.

“you look like you saw a ghost.” said your father after speaking to the engineers.

you shook your head, “well, i think i’m about to see one today.” you joked, “i-uh, i’ll go out to find something to drink.”

toto raised an eyebrow, a bit unsure of your change of behaviour but you gave him a smile and reassured that you’ll be back. “alright, just…be back before quali, alright?”

you nodded your head and exited the garage. walking around the paddock like you were a normal guest, someone who just wants to enjoy the weekend. but it’s hard when people recognize you as toto wolff’s daughter, and as much as you try to stay away from the crowd, people still approached you. little did you know, someone has spotted you.

“oi, mason!” ben called his teammate, walking towards the man who’re talking with the other players. “guess who i saw walking around the paddock?”

“who?”

ben took a step closer to the younger, whispering your name. mason felt his heart skip a beat, realising the same thing you’ve thought about just a few minutes ago: you were here, breathing the same air as him.

it's funny that you're calling me tonight

and, yes, i've dreamt of you too

and does he know you're talking to me?

will it start a fight?

no, i don't think she has a clue.

needless to say, you were good at hiding. mason had presented the pirelli pole position award to max, he wanted to know if you were there to see him next to the driver. but as he scanned the sea of crowd, you were nowhere to be found. after the qualifying, you returned back to your hotel–reasoning that you were exhausted and had a headache. as soon as you were back, you changed clothes and plopped yourself on the bed. but it wasn’t so soon when your phone started ringing, a number you once called.

“hello?”

“a little birdie told me that you were in the paddock today.”

you sighed, closing your eyes but held the phone close to your earshot. “was it ben?”

“you know it. he’s always liked you–in a platonic way, i mean.”

silence followed right after he had mentioned ben, you were exhausted to even reply.

“y/n–”

“it’s so funny that you’re calling me tonight, mason.” you said, “i assumed the night i called you, you would’ve blocked my number.”

“you know i would never do that. we’ve been together for a long time, y/n.”

“i must be living in your head, mason.”

mason scoffed on the other end of the line, “well, i wasn’t thinking of you until the night you called.” he replied, “and yes, i’ve dreamt of you too.”

you jolted up from the bed when you heard a knock on the door, with the phone on the other hand you made your way to the door. you didn’t even bother looking through the peephole to see who was knocking on your door late in the night, you just assumed it was your dad. promptly, you opened the door–lo and behold, mason mount was standing in front of you. unable to speak, you still held your phone by your ear and stared at him, him and his stupid smile. mason was the one who ended the call and shoved his phone into his pocket.

“hi,” he said, “it’s been a few months, y/n.”

“how did you–what are you–i’m so confused right now.” you expressed, about to shut the door but mason was quick enough to stop you. “what do you want, mason?”

“does he know you’re talking to me? will it start a fight?” he asked, completely ignoring your question and welcomed himself inside your room, shutting the door close. “george. does george know?”

“i called it off with him the night i left a letter for you, mason. i went to his place and i ended things with you both at the same time.”

mason scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “wow,” he exclaimed, “george had the in-person “break-up” and all i got is a stupid fucking letter?”

“mason–”

“that is bullshit, y/n. pure bullshit.” mason barked, “all this time, george got the closure that i should’ve had. me–y/n, i was the one you dated for a long time and all i fucking got is a lousy letter about the truth of your affair with george?”

“i was supposed to, mason!” you yell back, “i was supposed to tell you, but the timing just wasn’t right.”

“and you thought lying straight to my face when i asked you about it, was okay?” you were about to answer, but mason was already rushing to the door. when he was about to exit, he said: “i went here thinking i could finally get the closure i needed, but fuck, was i wrong about this.”

you scoff, “that’s on you, then. you come running to the girl who cheated on you.” you said, “does lia know that you’re still hung up on your past? because i don’t think she has a clue.”

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ynwolff so many familiar faces here in spain 🇪🇸 here’s a little dump of my weekend here 🤓

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yourbffsig oh i know who those familiar faces were 😉

ynwolff 😂 stop

yourbffsig we’re going to a party tonight after what happened, we need to get wasted!!

ynwolff as long as i make it back home on time and alive, let’s gooo

mercedesamgf1 glad to have you back in the garage, y/n! 🐺

ynwolff glad to see the team secure a double podium, thank you for having me! 🖤

mercedesamgf1 a great weekend indeed!

yourmomsig missing you so much, sweetheart! hope you enjoyed x

ynwolff miss you too mum ❤️

theowolff what about me 😓

ynwolff miss you too dumbass 🙄 you’re the reason why i went so you should’ve been with me, i could’ve avoided an unexpected circumstance hahahah

theowolff if only school let me 💀 but hey, at least you ‘enjoyed’

ynwolff i’m blocking you!!

user1 OMG SHES IN THE PADDOCK WHAT IF SHE SAW OR TALKED TI MASE IM DELULU (ALSO TOTO ON THE LAST SLIDE? LMAO)

user2 stop with these assumptions I BEG YALL

user3 people should learn how to stfu im being fr rn

user4 that’s toto’s reaction when he read your comment

user2 also the cryptic messages HELLO ?? i dont think they saw each other or if they did, it probably didn’t go so well

user3 you’re onto something babes 👀

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masonmount thank you redbullracing and jodieporter8 for everything!

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liamendes meu belo homem 😩🫶 i love you!

— ❤️ by masonmount

redbullracing THANK YOU!! 🫶

user5 when i tell yall this man is so FINE 🤌🏻

user6 this man is scrump-DILLY-tious

user7 yall CALM DOWN

user8 mason did something happen between u and y/n bc her posts have some sort of cryptic hints and i kinda wanna know whats going on tnx (jk hahaha love u both)

user9 HELPPP me too 😓 like what does her bff mean when she said “whag happened” and y/n saying “unexpected circumstance” LIKE GIVE ME SOMETHING??? A TEA PERHAPS???

user10 currently dying to know what the fucj happened in barcelona

#mason mount x reader #mason mount imagine #mason mount angst #football instagram au #football x reader #football imagine #football angst #football x you #football x y/n

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vtoriacore · 2 years

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✧ it’s giving . . . jealousy

note: im back from the dead and bringing you leona content cause damn it he's so 🤬💓💓💓 also if you spot any mistakes in this, no you won’t /j but pls spare me i was writing this half asleep 💀

synopsis: in which you seem to be paying a bit too much attention to your kitten, and leona isn't a big fan of it.

He glanced away for three seconds. Three god damn seconds. It was such a short span of time, ans yet that spawn of the devil had somehow managed to snuggle up into your lap and had the audacity to look smug about it too.

"Tsk, why is this thing here again?" Leona, trying to hide his irritation and failing doing so in the process, rolled his emerald green eyes so far back he could practically see the stars.

"This thing has a name first of all, for your info its Wolverine Junior the Second. Address him by his name please," you began to pet the tabby cat as he purred out in content before continuing your monologue like response, "and second of all, he is here because he was meowing outside to be let in after you so cruelly kicked him out."

"You've gotta be kiddin' me, your stupid cat wanted to go outside. This little bastard is manipulating you and you're fallin' for it." The beastman leaned against the headboard of his bed as he eyed the cat, who seemed to be staring back with fake innocence.

"Can you believe the nerve of this guy Wolvy Junior?" you focused your attention on the cat, not being able to resist the urge of speaking to your furry companion (the small one in your lap of course) in a high pitched, baby voice, "how dare he accuse you of that when you're such a cute widdle baby boy."

With a prolonged meow, the kitten eagerly rubbed its head against your hand, shortly before giving it a small lick.

Before Leona had the chance to make a sarcastic reply to your comment (and condemn the cat for even trying to play coy), your excited voice rang out throughout the room; "Leona oh my God he licked me! Can you believe it? I think I'm going to cry he's so cute! Why can't you act a bit more like him, hm?"

"That's it. Either get this damn furball outta my room or c'mere and set him down." With a steady glare directed at the cat in your hands, Leona crossed his arms. You couldn't tell whether he was serious or not, but you figured you'd never get a chance like this again seeing as he'll probably permanently ban you from his room after this fiasco anyway.

"What, are you gonna fight him? He'll beat your ass Leona, don't even try it." You had to stifle your laughter as your lover stood up in a record speed to approach your form, even the tabby in your hands looked somewhat pleased at what you've accomplished. Before he could get too close however, you got up from your spot on the floor with the kitten still in your hands and moved away from Leona.

"Oh yeah? You wanna play cat 'n mouse with me? Fine. Don't go cryin' when you lose, 'cause I won't go easy on ya." Accepting your indirect challenge, the tan male quickly tailed your form as you tried to dodge his attempts at grabbing you. You only succeeded for the first minute however, as the tabby resting in your arms was slowing you down and Leona just had to have amazing agility and stamina.

Before long, you had found yourself laying on your back on Leona's very comfy mattress as he firmly circled your waist with his hands. You quickly set the cat down next to you as laughter emitted past your lips at the fact that Wolverine Junior seemed to be pawing at your lover's arms in an attempt to get him off you; Leona however, didn't pay him any mind as his gaze focused solely on you.

"Not so tough now, huh?" With a small smirk embedded on his face, the beastman leaned in close to your face until his lips met yours in a brief kiss. You couldn't help but reciprocate.

"Oh shut it . . . You just got lucky." You smiled in content after he pulled away, entangling one of your hands in Leona's hair and petting the base of his ears (he would never admit it but the action always brought him comfort). You submitted your other hand to the small kitten who was still trying to defend whatever was left of your honour, melting at how quickly he gave up fighting Leona and settling his small head in your palm instead.

"Oi, hands on me . . . " Your lover's voice came out hushed as he placed his head in the crook of your neck, silently nuzzling his nose against it as a sign of affection.

"You need to learn to share honey." You pecked the crown of Leona's head with a small, playful eyeroll.

"Like hell I will. I'm not letting that cat steal your attention away when it should be on me anyways."

"I didn't know you were that jealous of him."

"I ain't jealous of some stupid cat." You quirked your eyebrow at the response; the cat meowed as if it were mocking Leona. The beastman simply growled back. This was really turning into something straight out of a comedy show.

#leona kingscholar x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #twst imagines #leona kingscholar

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starsurface · 2 months

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Pt 3/3 of the Babyspace Regressor Hcs!! :D

Some might be a bit out of character, but I don't like imagining Bi-Han as this mean, spiteful lover. Don't get me wrong, he isn't perfect and definitely needs to work through some issues, but he'd probably, eventually, realize that screaming at you for little things doesn't work in a relationship.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Bi-Han w/ Babyspace Regressor Hcs

❄️ He does adore you, even if he doesn't always tell you

❄️ Actually really likes baby regressors because he thinks they're less matiedence

❄️ Like, don't get him wrong, he'll love you no matter what headspace you regress to

❄️ But he doesn't have to chase a big kid around the house, or have to pick up after craft activities (which he'll still do because he loves you)

❄️ But he does prefer to just lay back and cuddle, maybe watch some cartoons if you want

❄️ . . . Unless you're an active regressor like Tomas, he's gotta keep on his toes!!

❄️ You were just sitting beside him, how on earth did you crawl all the way to the kitchen and start chewing on a fork in the minute he looked away??

❄️ You just giggle and show him your new fork friend, which he'll take away because he's a big meanie >:( (and he doesn't want metal in your mouth)

❄️ Is much more willing to buy you regression items than to buy himself stuff

❄️ Your his baby, of course he's going to spoil you

❄️ If you mention you like something, or look at it too long, expect it on your bed with a little note

❄️ No ifs or buts, he likes spoiling you and he's gonna do it >:(

❄️ Doesn't NOT like leaving you with others

❄ ️You're his baby!! He doesn't trust others to babysit you!!

❄️ Will also act like your the one dependent on him (no one believes him, he's just as clingy as you some days)

❄️ Although he gets really busy sometimes, so unfortunately you do need a babysitter (being the Grandmaster takes up a lot of his time unfortunately)

❄️ Tomas and Kuai Liang are his go to babysitters

❄️ ^ And surprisingly Raiden? He's very good with regressors, especially babyspace regressors

❄️ Favorite CG nicknames are Dada and Bi

❄️ Got super confused the first time you babbled in front of him and wondered if you were trying to tell him something important

❄️ ^ Don't worry, he got better over time

❄️ Babble encourager, but also gets so lost sometimes

❄️ Completely panicked the first time you needed something and all you could do was babble

❄️ Favorite nicknames for you are Snowflake, Sweetheart, Honey, and Little One

❄️ Doesn't really like going outside while your small

❄️ Not because he's embarrassed or ashamed of you (and he'll freeze anyone who dare thinks otherwise) but because it's easier to regress inside the comforts of your own rooms

❄️ Although if you wanna have a snow day . .

He won't say no

❄️ He'll take you outside, probably making you wear an outfit that you can barely move in, and will help you make a small snowman and snow angels

❄️ Usually he doesn't do PDA (massive cuddle bug behind closed doors though) but if your clingy out in public, he won't belittle you, that wouldn't be nice

❄️ You better believe you aren't leaving his side when your small

❄️ No Sir, he has a constant watch over you!!

❄️ What if you got hurt? Or crawled and touched something you shouldn't have? He can't chance it!!

❄️ Because of this, most times he'll carry you around on his hip or have you snuggle up to him

❄️ If you're super clingy, that's great!!

❄️ If you want a tiny bit more independence, just tell him and he'll change according to your preference

❄️ His favorite activity is cuddle time, where he can swaddle you and hold you for hours

❄️ But if you like playing a bit more, he can do tummy time

❄️ Would prefer you laying on him, but he guesses he can buy you a playmat 😒 (he'll look for the best one with little to no hesitation)

❄️ Finds it funny if you try to eat his nose, but will redirect you to a paci or chewie

❄️ If you ever regresser because of his anger issues or such, he'd feel so terrible

❄️ Tries his hardest to make it up too, he never meant to hurt you like that

❄️ Doesn't yell at you while you're small, but there have been a few close calls

❄️ Luckily, he's learnt a bit how to control his anger, and will instead give you the most nastiest ‘Knock it off’ glare if your being naughty on purpose

❄️ Although honestly, your so small and tiny, you rarely ever get the glare

❄️ How could he punish a baby for their crimes? You never meant to knock over your plate of food, he understands it was an accident

❄️ If you use diapers, he'll always make sure to have an extra box in his closet just in case

❄️ Another CG that's very sweet and comforting when it comes to diapers

❄️ Although warning, his fingers are really cold >:(

❄️ Actually, he's really cold in general

❄️ If you wanna cuddle him, you'll have to wear a few layers (a fuzzy onesie should be fine)

❄️ He'll also wrap you up in a few blankets before cuddling with you, just in case

❄️ While he does keep most of his intimidating persona (it's hard to drop, even around you) he does try to be more gentler because of how tiny you are

❄️ If you call him out for It, he'll pour and deny it, calling you silly

❄️ If someone else points it out, they're frozen on spot (Johnny almost missed his photo shoot because of it)

❄️ He'd use his powers to make you little snowflakes!!!

❄️ Like Rain, doesn't like using his powers for reasons he deems ‘silly’

❄️ But is also very prideful in his abilities, and adores showing them off

❄️ I just feel like he'd really like tapping your nose when you do something funky

❄️ Doesn't give much verbal praise, more kisses your temple and gives you a treat

❄️ If you want verbal praise though? Just tell him and he'll try his hardest

❄️ Man is usually a very tough and strict guy, but you melt his icy heart <3 (hehe)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I actually really like Bi-Han. Some people make him super mean (and I'm not saying he's not) but it gets intense sometimes. :(

Hope you enjoyed!! :D

#age regression #agere #sfw age regression #age regression headcanons #mortal kombat agere #sfw agere #mk agere #mk1 #mk1 headcanons #mortal kombat 1 headcanons #bi han #mk1 bi han x reader #mk1 bihan #bi han x reader #cg bi han #caregiver bi han #mk bi han

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sister-lucifer · 1 year

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can i request familiar!reader kneading their hands/paws to get comfortable on the brothers' lap? if you cant do all, please do the oldest brothers

Obey Me Brother’s React To Familiar!Reader getting comfortable in their lap

**READ CONTEXT FOR FAMILIAR READER HERE**

Genre: Fluff

Content/Warnings: He/She Asmo, Gender Neutral Reader, Catboy Reader, + insane levels of cuteness especially from reader

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Lucifer

Oh this old man

He was sitting in his bed reading a book when you came in, mumbling about how sleepy you were

He’s used to you climbing into his lap and snuggling up to him; it’s common cat behavior after all

It always tugs at his heart strings a bit, but something about you kneading your paws against him for the first time made his heart swell with pride

It was so soft, so gentle, and especially heartwarming when your low purring reached his ears

“What are you doing, Familiar?”

“ ‘m getting comfy…”

“Ah, I see…”

He allowed you to get comfortable as you saw fit until you were satisfied

Then he pulled a blanket over the both of you and held you do his chest

He definitely thinks your cat behaviors are adorable but will never ever admit it, he has a reputation to uphold after all

He lets you know in subtle ways though

Like how he’ll drag a hand down your neck or chest when you purr, feeling the vibrations

Or how his eyes watch the tip of your tail as it flicks back and forth

He thinks you don’t notice, so don’t say anything

You’ll embarrass him

“It’s times like these that I can’t believe I was ever on the fence about getting a Familiar…”

Mammon

He thinks you’re the single most adorable little thing on the planet

But he’d rather DIE than ever admit it

So every time you crawl into his lap he grumbles and complains because it’s Mammon of course he does

“Familiar! I know you’re desperate to be in the glorious presence of The Great Mammon, but do you gotta be so clingy?!”

And the answer is always yes

Of course it is

But he shuts up real fast the first time you knead his lap

Stops in the middle of his sentence like someone suddenly hit his mute button

Taken aback, even

He stays silent and frozen until you’re done

You settle into his lap with a soft purr, wrapping your arms around him

And slowly he wraps his arms around you as well, a hesitant hand coming up to rest on your head

He sighs as you relax against him and for once in his life

Mammon shuts up

And is very happy that he did

“Who ‘da thought I’d ever be cuddlin’ up with you…”

Leviathan

Oh this easily flustered boy

He was definitely enamored with you at first sight, images of all the cat hybrid anime characters he’s ever crushed on flashing through his racing mind

For a very long time he was too nervous to even speak to you, your cuteness overwhelming him if he so much as looked too long

If you had told him just a few months ago that you would be regularly curling up in his lap…

He would’ve melted into an embarrassed puddle at just the thought

But now it seems so normal, so comforting, something he not only expects but looks forward to

And he smiles down at you as you climb into bed with him

Taking your usual seat next to him as he clicks away on his controller

Except this time you don’t climb into his lap

Instead you reached out, gently kneading his legs with your paws

He froze, eyes going wide and his face heating up

How could you be so adorable?!

Your eyes softly fluttering closed, the soft purr emanating from your chest, the peaceful energy you radiated…

He squealed a bit when you finally climbed into his lap, seeming to have made yourself comfortable

He’s grinning ear to ear as he puts an arm around you, gently rubbing your back

“You’re just too cute for your own good…”

(Oh and he definitely refers to it as ‘making biscuits’ by the way)

Satan

Definitely the most open about his love for your cat like features and behaviors

Always scratching your head just to hear you purr, toying with your tail or eyes your ears as they twitch and turn

In fact, he’s usually asking you to snuggle up with him

And of course you can’t say no

He’s definitely a good cuddle buddy

He knows exactly where and where not to scratch, how you like to lay, and when you’ll want to sit with him

It’s a delightful surprise when you climb into his lap unprompted

He even puts down his book!

Although he wasn’t expecting it, he’s not exactly surprised when you put your hand on his chest and begin slowly kneading

“Getting comfortable, Familair? It’s alright, take your time.”

And all the while he strokes your hair with a soft smile

When you’re done he’ll pull you in tight with a forehead kiss and a cheeky comment

And then the best nap of your life

And by your life I mean you only

He’s going back to his book, sorry

“Lay here as long as you’d like, Familiar. I’m not in a rush.”

Asmodeus

Just like Satan, he thinks you’re the cutest thing to ever walk the earth!

Or, uh, Devildom technically

She’s always squealing and raving about how you’re just too darn adorable!

Always pulling you into hugs and holding your face in her hands just so she can look at you for a bit longer

You’re almost as cute as he is!

And he doesn’t just say that to anyone, you know

That’s a big deal

He’s a big cuddle enthusiast, never running out of excuses for you to sit with him

Unfortunately, Asmodeus simply can’t have you kneading her lap like that

She can’t risk any blemishes to her perfect skin, and you could wrinkle her nightclothes!

That’s alright though!

Because shes got a perfectly comfortable bed with lavish blankets and fluffy pillows for you to knead all you’d like

It’s a win-win!

He gets to see you be utterly adorable and you can still get comfy and spoon

Asmodeus will always find ways to accommodate you

“My Familiar’s so cute, I could watch you all night!”

Beelzebub

Just stating the obvious:

Beelzebub is a big boy

Massive, even

His body could completely engulf yours

And he’s basically a giant breathing teddy bear

Which is the best kind of cuddle buddy

He’s laying down on his bed when you come in, probably scrolling through Devilgram and snacking on whatever he found in the pantry earlier

He greets you with a smile as you climb into bed

And you plant yourself on his lap

He looks up at you as he lowers his phone, swallowing the last bite of food in his mouth

You lean over a bit, planting your hands on his chest as you slowly begin to knead

He’s confused as first, but he decides not to ask when he realizes how relaxed you look

Your soft purrs are music to his ears

And he simply lays back and enjoys the free massage

He looks back at you when he feels you lay down on his chest

Your tail flicking back and forth slowly behind you

His strong arms drape loosely over you as he too relaxes with a sigh of content

“I’m glad I have snacks here already. I don’t wanna move for as long as possible.”

Belphegor

If i’m being honest, Belphie has plenty of catlike behaviors himself

Always tired, generally unbothered, will get comfortable anywhere, won’t come when called…

He gets it

He probably doesn’t even noticed when you climb into bed next to him

He’s most likely asleep

This means that unfortunately Belphie doesn’t get to see how cute you are as you gently knead him with your paws

But somewhere in his unconscious he knows you’re there

He knows when you snuggle up next to him

And he knows the comforting feeling of your warmth

And he knows your quiet purring that manages to make its way into his dreams

And in his slumbering state he’ll still wrap his arms around you and hold you right

Because even in sleep Belphie loves his Familiar

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desceros · 2 months

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Okay PLEASE I have to know your opinion-

So you know how sometimes you look at people and just like- yeah, they’d be a golden retriever for sure. Or a chihuahua.

If the Rise Turtles were a dog breed, what breed would you think they would be? I’m definitely seeing Donnie as a herding dog wanting everything to be organized his way, Leo as a guard dog, Raph would definitely be a giant ass clumsy dog breed that doesn’t realize how big he is. Mikey has got to be some type of hyper terrier of sorts.

fascinating question!!! behold the power of an autistic person who loves dogs and tmnt

donnie: dachshund

wow sam favorite breed for favorite turtle OK LISTEN THO!!! dachshunds are sooo smart but stubborn as hell and want to do things Their Way. picking up a new toy and instantly playing with it so hard it explodes into fluff. taking direction well but only if you have a good relationship with them and they trust you. sassy attitudes, a penchant to attach themselves to one or two people and be distant to others, looks great in cute clothes, a fragile back that needs protecting--DRINK THE KOOLAID!!!

leo: akita

so this one was actually also very easy for me. akita are very much Family Over Everyone Else, and i always see leo as being very protective of his brothers (to a self-destructive point even). they don't trust other dogs or animals (much like leo doesn't trust other mutants or yokai), but when it comes to their people, they're goofy little goobers that love to play and have fun and snuggle. they're super smart, but need good training in order to achieve their potential, otherwise they'll have a tendency to do their own thing and that never ends well. wow who put this picture of leonardo hamato in the akc handbook

raph: great dane

i was torn on this one thinking some kind of livestock guardian dog at first since he worries about his brothers so much and always puts their safety first. only problem is a lot of them are bred to have mild temperaments, and, uh, [gestures at raph]. for that reason, i settled on the great dane. they're guardian dogs who care intensely for their family and are very, very sweet. but their large size and caution against strangers is quite intimidating, and they need to be properly trained against being aggressive to strangers. also, yknow, big.

mikey: pumi

pumi are well-known small dogs that are work-hard, play-hard dogs with the CUTEST curly hair. sound familiar? they're pretty good at watching the family, but often times they're a bit too busy bouncing off in the corner because these dogs are like. adhd in canine form. always need stimulation. always need exercise. gotta bounce move play bark play run RAZZ MATAZZ. also they're cute and mikey is cute.

#ask tag #FASCINATING QUESTION THANK YOU!!

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beiq2y · 1 year

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OMG, GOTTA SAY I LOVE UR HC, thank u for that!! would love to see another sae's headcanon from your POV or just sae being whipped in general /jk

HELLO OMGG THANKU SM FOR THIS REQ!! I saw ur reblog and i love ur mind sm?? It was literally exactly what i had in mind for him😭 The moment i saw this i literally dashed to write and i finished this in like an hour at 12am i was so excited stop. Also ik u said headcanons but i couldn’t help myself HE’S SO 😍 hope u enjoy this too!!

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SAE ITOSHI CUDDLING HEADCANONS¡! ❞

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-> based off my prev sae headcanon here

-> warnings - a bit steamy? Idk they kiss and i describe it HAHAH. Sae is so down bad, also horrible attempts of humour by me

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; gosh where do i begin,,

; HE IS DEFO AN “i hate everyone but you” TYPA GUY

; he loves lying on top of you, forget whether you’re half or even twice his size, my man will just plop himself on top of u

; he is so done w all his teammates i swear

; absolute MENACE.

; rants about each of his teammates in such detail you wonder how he even managed to focus on football with the time he must’ve spent wishing he could murder his teammates

; he probably rests his face on your chest and when there is that ONE particular teammate, he snuggles his face into the crook of your neck and groans

; pls pat his head and just smile and nod when he does that

; try to defend any of his teammates I DARE YOU.

; “what do you mean that wasn’t really his fault?? Are you implying he doesn’t actually deserve to accidentally stumble into a razor and get his hair shaved off??”

; he can't stay angry at you tho.. he may even actually consider taking that guy off his “top 1000 men i wish would fall into a hole” list

; ANYW PLS SHUT HIM UP I SWEAR

; all it takes is for you to caress his face and a slight kiss on his forehead for my man to completely forget everything gosh

; he blushes.

; It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve gone through this exact routine, he becomes the same shade as his hair and buries his face in ur neck it’s so cute stop😭

; after a while he does come back to kiss you again tho, but my man is honestly so down horrendous it’s crazy

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Sae itoshi’s favourite part of the day was when he could finally go home.

Not because he could finally take a nice warm shower or because he could finally get his well-deserved sleep - no, none of that.

More than anything, it’s because he knew that was where you would be waiting for him.

You, who would without a doubt be waiting for him on your shared bed, a warm smile flitting across your face when he makes his appearance. You, who would welcome him with open arms, the words “welcome home” sounding like honey to him when they came out of your mouth. And finally you, who made his life just a little bit easier when you were around, his eyes lighting up the moment he spots you. He tries his best not to show it of course, but the way the corners of his lips perk up never fails to escape your gaze, a small giggle falling from your lips.

And with that, sae is quick to be by your side. He holds himself back just the right amount to ensure he doesn’t hurt you with the way he flops onto you. With a deep sigh, he finally lets go off all the tension he’s been holding in, all the stress and pressure dissipating with your touch.

Well, certainly not all of them that’s for sure.

He slowly but surely wraps his arms around your body, pulling you close as he snuggles closer to you, while you brace yourself for the worst.

“Hi love,” he mutters, looking up to face you from where he lies on your chest. “Today wasn’t that bad. Well, it could’ve been better if that idiot-“

Ah, there he goes again.

His daily venting session.

Maybe it was just a sae itoshi thing, but somehow, without fail, this man always managed to have something new to rant about every. Single. Day.

If it wasn’t guy A it would be guy B. If it wasn’t guy B, it would be guy C, and hell, sometimes it would be all of them. Really, no one was safe from the venomous words of sae itoshi.

Oh well, everyone but you of course.

But even if you were saved from his harsh words, it didn’t necessarily mean that you particularly enjoyed hearing him rant about others. And as such, you slowly bring your hand up to his face, and with a gentle caress, you relish in the way he almost instantly shuts his mouth, all previous complaints dying down in his throat, his raging flame of anger being reduced to a small simmering flame.

In a final attempt to put out the fire inside him, you brings your lips to his forehead, the flame instantly reduced to embers.

However, it isn’t long before another flame surfaces, sae’s cheeks being dusted a bright red as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. It isn’t long before he pushes himself up on his arms however, caging you beneath him as he begins. First, a kiss to the forehead. Second, a small peck of his lips to your right cheek, and then the left. Third, his lips travel to your eyelids, forcing them to close with the gentle touch. And finally, he presses his lips to yours. You can feel yourself slowly melt into him, hands wrapping around his neck in an attempt to pull him closer, to feel more of him.

After a while, he pulls away to breathe, all thoughts of his irritating teammates being washed away, replaced with only you, you and you.

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#Sae itoshi x reader #itoshi sae x reader #blue lock x reader #sae itoshi fluff #bllk headcanons #i brain farted this idk #i hope this isn’t ooc? If it is ill cry #im so down bad for softie sae #i was literally giggling and kicking my feet writing this #beiq2y

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delopsia · 10 days

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Hello and welcome to "Del wants to ramble about the Outer Range season 2 trailer." I hope you're ready for a whole lot of nothing...

The CGI continues to remind us that it is, in fact, CGI. What the hell is this?

Flash scene of Wayne burning his damn house down. I'd know that bald spot anywhere.

Y'all already heard me ramble about this, but there's something wrong with this dinner scene. Aside from us knowing that the family is not together, there's one major oddity in the background.

Rhett's truck is an entirely different color.

That's his lightbar with the iconic four lights. Still a single-cab GMC Sierra. But Rhett's truck is blue. Not tan.

Wilder, we see Rhett's truck a few scenes later! You can even see how the hood is bent from hitting the billboard.

We finally confirm that Amy is 8. Even though the writer said she was 9...😑Brian Watkins, I had faith in you being correct. If you squint, you'll notice that Rhett's right hand is wounded. I doubt this stems from the rodeo because he always uses his left hand to hang on to the bull. The only injury we saw was to his left shoulder.

I'm taking the guess that up until now, Rhett likely didn't know that Amy went missing during the rodeo. Which may cause him to realize that Cecelia never abandoned him; she was just looking for Amy.

In the official Season 2 press notes, the following is mentioned: "After Amy's disappearance, Rhett is torn between his dreams of starting over somewhere new with Maria and being a dutiful son to Royal and Cecelia." So, I can assume that this might be what sets that into motion?

Offhanded, but this is SUCH a good look on her

MY TOUCH THEORY IS DOING THINGS. Look at Autumn's hand. Royal's touching the back of it, and as soon as he pulls away, the cute cosmic lights stop.

I'm so happy to see this random side character make a return. I was so nervous that she was one of those characters that appear for two minutes and that's it.

...this is a wild way for Joy to get in touch with her roots. But unfortunately for her, talking about it will more than likely get her a one-way trip to a psychiatrist.

Clyde is alive and well; bless him.

I've said it once, and I'll say it again. How the hell did Billy survive being shot through the neck??

and also

WAYNE? All it took was Billy feeding him a little bit of time powder and he's back to his old menacing ways. Meanwhile Luke looks like he lost part of his soul when that herd of buffalo ran him over.

Luke, what does this gesture mean. Strangle? Punch? My jaw hurts? And I assume this is Autumn we're seeing on the corner? Patricia maybe? I dunno.

PERRY YOU DAMN IDIOT. HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING FROM YOUR LAST BAR FIGHT?? I don't know who this other dude is but I hope he gets Perry square in the mouth <3 please I need to see Perry get his ass handed to him

This gives me so many thoughts. Rhett's shorter hair. He's a hand holder, your honor! Sentence him to a lifetime of snuggles and interlaced fingers!

So we know that for sure, Joy will somehow return to the present timeline. I don't know who could be driving this vehicle, but it looks a lot like the one that was sitting in the Tillerson's driveway in S1. We know Billy drives the older red vehicle, so this can either belong to Luke or Trevor.

Hear me out, hear me out. We can assume that the blonde woman is Autumn, considering the whole...cult thing. We've seen a handful of scenes of her with Luke in this trailer, so what if that's him holding her hand? That hat silhouette looks an awful lot like the one we saw in S1.

Alternatively, It can also be Rebecca and Perry, but I have no evidence to back this other than the blonde hair.

*in my best patrick star voice* WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE?

I cannot be convinced that this is a real scene. It's gotta be some kind of dream that Royal is having, especially when you take note of the little white things floating around. It gives a sort of dreamy effect.

THIS IS SHERRIF JOY! Not only is the outfit the same in the following scene (not the one of her running lmao, that's just to show you what the gun looks like), but you can see the gun on her hip.

The hand on Rhett's throat is smaller than his is. Look how thick his fingers are compared to the mystery ones. I'm betting my left foot that this is a female character doing this to him. Autumn and Rebecca are on my list of suspects.

But also, what the hell is he looking at? Never once is he looking at the person doing this to him; he's looking at something behind the camera. Baby, what did they do to you this season?? 😭

I hit my picture limit, but Wayne (I think) diving into the hole made me giggle. He picked such an iconic pose.

Someone says quote "Time reveals all." But I don't think we've heard this voice before?? Who the hell is speaking?

This final shot is insane. Don't know who is coming out, presumably Perry or Wayne, but you could ABSOLUTELY spin Outer Range as a horror if you really wanted to. The elements are all there; they just need a little reworking!

#outer range #outer range spoilers #del's tin hat thoughts

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throwingmetothelions · 9 months

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NSFW Alphabet: Jolly

EVERYTHING YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ IS A HEADCANON MEANING I CAME UP WITH IT IN MY OWN MIND EVEN IF I STATED THE EXACT INSPIRATION THAT LEAD ME TO THE THOUGHT.

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

Jolly is a funny one. Me thinks this goes one of two ways. He’s either the one that doesn’t mind snuggling all sweaty and out of breath, or he’s the one who’s like “eh he … let’s uhhh. We need to go take a shower hun. Like right now. Up up,” because he really needs to get un-sticky. He uses it as an excuse to rub your body down because he’s dumb sexy like that.

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

Boobs. I remember that boy posting a lot of memes centered around titties and I’m using that as fuel. Rihanna said “MUST BE LOVE ON THE BRAINNN,” but it’s really boobs on the brain for Jolly. Fun fact: I believe he referred to them as “lovelies” once and that is something that is burned into my brain. Also please reference all of the sideboob knowledge that Nicholas and Noah have bestowed upon him. On him? He really likes his forearms. There’s a lot of strength there that he can tell he’s built up, and I think he’s proud of them.

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

All over you. Hear me out. I genuinely believe that Jolly likes to Pollock the shit out of you. Like if he’s about to cum and he’s hiting it from behind he’ll pull out and cum all over your lower back because he likes looking at himself all over your waist. Likes the way it looks dripping down your thighs. Very into marking his territory, but he doesn’t see it that way. It’s a subconscious thing. Honestly, I think he sometimes rubs it into your skin with his thumb a little bit. Makes you go out in public maybe.

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

Jolly is, and I don’t think it’s a bad thing, someone that doesn’t mind a good threesome now and then. Now you may ask “V … isn’t that all of them,” and to that I say no 😌. See, take yourself out of the mindset of reading a fic right now. I want you to think about what could be a real life scenario. Jolly acts all “my woman is mine blegh possessive no sharing,” in front of the guys, but really? He’d sit back and let Nicholas take a crack at fucking you. He’d let Folio borrow your throat. He CANNOT let them know that, so he just settles for the one off friend of a friend you guys indulge in.

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

Don’t play with Jolly because he is not the three, never been the two, AND HES DAMN SURE NOT THE ONE. I genuinely think that the Her Bright Skies times were his personal slut era. I really do. Some of y’all are a little younger, but even a year or two makes a difference in bandom time and I promise you … you cannot FATHOM the amount of PUSSY that was thrown at band boys during that time. ESPECIALLY if they looked like him. He’s so experienced. Gotta be. Now, what I did find out about him is that there are some American terms that he obviously did not know, but they did translate somehow. Like don’t think that his dirty talk game is less because English isn’t his first language.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

HAH. Jolly is getting this one because I firmly believe that (I know Noah is working out but he ain’t there yet) he’s the only one in the band that can do it … Jolly can absolutely bounce you on his dick while he’s standing up and he loves it. Listen to me - guitar players have a certain set of muscles that get worked out a bit more than other musicians. I have learned through personal experience that visible muscles don’t mean shit. Now, the only reason that it would be really hard for Folio (arguably the strongest) to do this is because of his height. You need to be as tall as Jolly is, and as strong as Jolly is. He discovered he could do it one day and awwww! You’re his personal fleshlight now!! How precious!!!!!!

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

I think he’s a giggler. I don’t fucking buy Mr. Stoic for a minute. I think they have to tell that man to quit smiling in pictures and I think that’s why he always looks extra intimidating. He’s forcing himself to look that way. Jolly is the type to get his foot tickled by the sheets and laugh while he’s inside you. I think he wants you to laugh too. Like to him, smiles and being joyful are his favorite things, and he would really like to make sure that he gets some of that in the bedroom. He also cannot help it - you try to be serious and take control and that is so great! He loves that! But it’s funny that his lil cupcake put on her big girl panties, so he’s gonna chuckle.

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

Whewwwww child. I cannot believe that y’all made me put in the painful hours doing research on Jolly’s body hair. How will I recover? After staring at him for a long time and doing comparisons - Jolly, at most times, has the thickest happy trail in Bad Omens. There’s no fuckin way that just stops. Like it would be like driving off a cliff from a highway if it just ended. The conflicting thing would be that his home country is pretty big on shaving because American ideals have bled over. I think he generally does what he wants. I think he may trim it, but it ain’t shaved. He likes when you play with it 😈.

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

Awww. He’s the type to like … reflect on everything that led him to that moment. I think that he doesn’t find himself regretting a lot of things in life, because he just reminds himself that had he done anything different than what he did in the past, he might have never gotten you. Like he’s an eye contact holder, a thigh gripper (he loves them), and a forehead kisser. I think he thinks about all the things he wants to do to you and he just buries his head in your neck and tells you he loves you so much, because he thinks that maybe three lifetimes wouldn’t be enough. Jolly is incredibly romantic. The boy is soft. I have never and will never truly buy brat tamer Jolly. I can’t. Fun to imagine, but he couldn’t live that lifestyle for more than an hour I think.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Jolly is older, right? So I think he does, but he has enough restraint to wait until they’re at a venue and he can go to the bathroom. I think Jolly likes it really wet … wetter than most and because of that, there’s too much noise to do it anywhere where someone would hear him. He likes watching his spit fall down onto his dick. He likes working the head over with his palm until it almost hurts a little. Then he backs off and waits before repeating. Jolly probably keeps an eye on the time because he’s real life proven on multiple occasions that he’s the type to know he’s supposed to do one thing, but he gets lost in doing the thing that feels better in the moment. That’s a human trait, right? Missing a part of sound check because you’re fucking your fist isn’t though … so …

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Heh. I bet ya didn’t think of this one. This is one I’m going to absolutely die on because it’s REAL and maybe you haven’t experienced it but if you have you know what I’m talking about - I think certain music really turns Jolly on. He loves very heavy metal. Maybe not a full kink, but I think he has a list of songs that have either incredibly heavy bass lines, or breakdowns that are super filthy. They give him goosebumps. The goosebumps are just the start. They lead to more. Not like I have a playlist with examples or anything *cough*. Like I said … I think Jolly and the word “wet” are synonymous. Like extra spit, extra lube, extra mess. Pool sex, shower sex, and incredibly sloppy blowjobs get this boy going.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

We covered pools and showers, but I would like to add that Jolly is Mr. Gross But Not Gross In A Way That Would Actually Make You Ill. Noah’s bed. I think Jolly really likes to fuck on Noah’s bed. Not because Noah is in his thoughts, but because he’s not supposed to. The thought of fucking your brains out of your ears where he shouldn’t is enough to make him cum. He used that time that Noah’s candle exploded as a cover up for the milky mess he made you leave on the pillow he put under your hips. “Dude that’s just candle wax? Feel it. Just throw it in the washer, man”.

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

It’s YOU. YOU turn him on, but I come bearing examples. You were side stage once, and you gathered all of your hair into a ponytail and kinda held it in your grip for a bit while making eye contact with him. Now, if he didn’t know any better, that’s the exact same way that he holds your hair when you’re sucking his cock. Nobody would know but the two of you, and you better be prepared to do it when he gets off stage because the way his guitar is hitting his boner isn’t fun. And it’s your fault. There was also that time that you wanted to show Davis your new tattoo. That wouldn’t be an issue, but it was right under your ass and you let some of your cheek meat slip out on purpose. Jolly isn’t jealous, but he wonders if Davis is thinking what he’s thinking? About bending you over a box of merch? Biting that tattoo?

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

He doesn’t do leather or latex. I’m headcanon Ning the fuck out of that. You can wear it all you want, but he just cannot do it. I think, with the way he is, the sensory input he gets from latex is enough to make his skin crawl. It also squeaks funny. Bad noise in his brain. I think he wouldn’t want to make you feel bad for spicing things up, so he persuades you into stripping for him so that he can get that shit as far from your body as possible.

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

I think Jolly, out of all of the members, loves blowjobs the most. He likes when you’re so sloppy that your spit hits your shirt. He likes watching you lick precum off his tip and then spitting it all back to use as lube while your jerk him off. He ALSO is a fan of getting as messy as possible when he’s eating you out. He’s the type to make you so wet it’s dripping down to the bed. He wants your thighs to glisten and glide and make noises as you walk to the bathroom later. He likes spreading it open and seeing how deep his tongue can go. Jolly loves the taste because he’s a realist. I feel like, out of the four, Nicholas and Jolly are Mr. Pussy Tastes Like Pussy Which Is Not Fucking Sweet And That’s Fine We Like It Like That. Like they’re the type to outwardly express that no, it doesn’t taste like a mango and they LOVE it.

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

Firm rider on the “Jolly can knock your fuckin’ radiator loose” train. I mean think about it. He can do both, but he’s a fast pace setter. No, I don’t think that he’s all that rough and I say that because rough does not translate to fucking someone hard. When I think about rough, I think about Folio in that there may be times where it slips out and goes back in funny, or like they accidentally pull your hair in a way that hurts. Jolly is so fucking methodical that I think he can set a really hard and fast pace, but I don’t think he’s rough with you if that makes sense. Jolly is also really good at setting a slow pace - the only issue I feel like he would run into is that he gets lost in that slow pace, and when you need him to speed it up, you would kind of have to shake him a little bit because he would be beyond the point of being able to pick up on small clues. Lost in the metaphorical and literal pussy juice, ya feel?

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

No. No. No. I think that he is the type to really think about and reflect on how far he’s come, and the changes that he’s made in his life because of that, I think his quickie days are behind him. I think that he got enough of that in his old band. Again he’s the oldest, and with that comes the headcanon of having restraint. He’s learned with time that it’s just much better to keep all of that sexual energy pent-up because he knows he can let it out later. He almost sees it as a form of edging. Jolly understands that you have to preheat the oven before you bake a cake, and you must warm up the pussy before you fuck it. His foreplay is some peoples entire bang sesh. Get with it y’all.

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

Eh … yeah. I think we have to think about the risk though. He would absolutely experiment. See, experimenting is what got him this far in his experience game. The thing that said to him apart from a lot of men, though, is that he wipes the slate with every new partner he has because he knows that not all women are the same. I like he never takes advice from the other guys because he doesn’t want it or NEED it. He plans on finding out what makes you tick by actually asking you and communicating. Jolly is the one they go to for advice, but he says the same thing every time. “I’m the second person you asked, right? She should be the first,” and he puts his hair in a man bun knowing that he just helped one more girl cum. It’s like that whole “an angel gets its wings” thing, but it’s “a woman can have an orgasm” because Jolly made another man communicate.

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

LOL listen to me - grab a tote bag. Fill it with Gatorade, water, fruit snacks, and a cookie. Jolly doesn’t understand the way that American media makes it seem like sex is supposed to be a fast thing. He is used to taking hours, but there are small breaks. He considers it all one round, but Noah told him it was really 5 because he heard it through the wall and “couldn’t believe that Swedish bastard had the fucking energy”. This all goes back to the laughing during sex that we talked about. He really thinks that you should be able to have full on conversations during the act when you are slowing it down because he paces himself well he can really last for hours. Gonna cum? Not if he pulls out and eats your cunt. Gonna cum? Not if he slows down and lets you warm him while you makeout. Gonna cum? Not if he pulls out and lays back and makes you watch an episode of Metalocalypse.

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

I think that he totally owns toys and he’s not afraid to show you. Like Jolly is old enough to not really be embarrassed by anything like that. Matter of fact, he may not be a brat tamer, but he will make you sit in a chair while he fucks away at some fleshlight and you have to watch. “Bet you wish this was you, huh,” he says as he pulls out and taps his cock against the silicone folds. Yup. He also really likes to use toys on you. He’s more than happy to grab a few different dildos and use them while you close your eyes. Let’s revisit the threesome fantasy, yes? “Okay so this one kinda looks like Nicholas’s. Tell me what that feels like,” he whispers as you take it in. Yeah, I just said that and yeah, I hope it keeps you up at night.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He isn’t a teaser, actually. There are always exceptions, but I do feel like he knows that whatever he does to you you’re gonna do right back to him, and teasing turns him into a bucking bull. He cannot stand it. Although, if you let him count public teasing then he does; kissing behind the ear, grabbing you by the belt loop, and swatting your ass in the green room. We can go on. He also really loves giving you the shakes by tracing his fingers over your skin. The crease where your thigh and pussy kinda meet? He could spend hours right there.

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

Jolly, I think, is the quietest member of Bad Omens. Some of y’all might not love that, but let me explain. Stay with me. Jolly can’t let his head go blank. I don’t think that Jolly can let his head go blank because I don’t think that his thoughts are ever a problem for him, or something that he needs to let go of if that makes sense? Like Noah NEEDS to let his brain go empty. Jolly doesn’t. Because of this concept - Jolly thinks a lot during sex and it makes it hard to get words out sometimes. I think he makes a lot of low groaning noises, and some higher moaning when he’s overstimulated. If he does use his words or converse it tells you that he’s kinda just filling the space so he doesn’t cum too early (reference earlier). You might get “Oh …”, “God-,” or “Mother-,” and that’s just backing up my idea that he could try to say words, but if it feels too good he just can’t.

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

Random headcanon for Jolly? Jolly actually has a thing for your hands. You were really trying to figure out why he wanted you to let him teach you how to play guitar so bad. You noticed the way that he stared at your fingers after you let him manipulate them on the frets. The way he gently bent them and helped them press on the strings. It did not escape you that he wasn’t really talking, and you soon realized that he was using your fingers to play the song. Jolly had no shame. He liked the way your nail polish sparkled in the dim studio light, and the way your veins became prominent as your wrist flexed. Wondered if they did the same thing if you worked his dick. He really loves your fingers, baby.

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

HAH. I’m laughing because I am sick to death of people with headcanons that aren’t realistic in this department - this is where you get caught. What are the motherfuckin’ chances that four dudes that are incredibly attractive all also happen to have massive pythons in their pants? Yeah. Yeah. So - I’m not saying that he has the smallest, but I’m saying that statistically, one of them has to be above average, one of them have to be smaller than average, and two of them are probably just average in my mind. I actually don’t think that we can even count him because I don’t know if you know this, but the average penis length in Sweden is over an inch longer than America. I used very specific measurements and ratios and did more math than I’ve done in the last three years to get this number, BUT IF YA GO OFF OF WHAT MY MATH SAYS BECAUSE THERES NO SOURCE YOU WEIRDOS - 7.7 inches. Again I hate math don’t ask me to do that anymore. Also again this is ALL IN MY HEAD AND MY NUMBERS COME FROM THE SWEDISH AVERAGE AND JOLLYS HEIGHT. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO CONFIRM THIS I STG I WILL KNOW AND I WILL FIND YOU.

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

I think he actually doesn’t have a high sex drive at all. I think that he decides to fuck you when he’s not even horny? Like y’all love each other and have the time so why not use it to explore each other. He knows he’ll get turned on shortly after kissing you for a bit, but I don’t actually think he has a high sex drive.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Jolly is a relaxer. I don’t see him falling asleep that quickly, but I see him relaxing and not wanting to move. I also see him telling himself that he’ll go to the gym tomorrow, or he’ll take a walk tomorrow morning if he had plans. He just cuddles and watches a movie with you, and he really doesn’t mind if you fall asleep. Let’s him know his job is done.

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Ranch Revenge III//G.Tillman

Index

Smut under the cut/MDNI/18+

Rumor and Gator spend the night together.

Warnings: Language, alcohol, vaping, shotgunning smoke, hickies, p in v, descriptions of sex, filming/photography, unprotected sex, mentions of bodily fluids, good girl praises

After the competition, we had departed from the parents and Rylee. To head down to our favorite bar.

Rhett had won first place, being able to perform with the bull. He was up against wanna-be’s, as he liked to call them.

Beers were all passed around except for Jane, for obvious reasons. Gator had his arm around my shoulders, constantly keeping a part of him touching me. As if he let go, I was gonna vanish in thin air.

“Oh, look who just walked in, Rhett,” Robert said to the champion.

It was Maria, Rhett's long-time crush. Upon noticing Rhett flushed, he wasn't expecting her to be here.

“Aww, Maria, do you still like her?” Jane said.

“Well, no, I just-”

“Hell yeah, he’s liked her longer than these two have been together,” Robert said, pointing his beer toward Gator and me.

“Woah, that’s a bit uncalled for,” I said.

“Why don’t you invite her over, she looks to be alo-” As Jane was speaking, another guy wearing a cowboy hat grabbed Maria and began kissing her.

“Story of my fucking life, everyone,” Rhett says, getting up to probably get more alcohol.

We just shook our heads, knowing that Rhett had always loved the girl standing ten feet away from us.

“So, switching topics, what’s going on with you at the headquarters?” Robert switches his interrogation back to me,

“Petty much nothing right now. They have me on the desk for intel and investigation help until my training is done. I got like four more months.”

“And after training, what are we planning besides your guy's wedding, obviously,” Robert says, smirking at Gator. Gator just laughs and takes a swig nodding towards Robert.

“Well, I gotta see if there's any openings around here and transfer.” Robert just shakes his head and nods. This was Robert showing his approval. At first, he was hesitant to send me to the academy, but after some time, he came around. He was always afraid of sending me off–going on about how he knows men’s intentions. But Robert also knew my gift. He’s seen it firsthand multiple times, and he used to say, “There’s no way in hell Roy Tillman is getting your gift.”

Jane was staring at Gator and me. I could tell she was reminiscing.

“Do you remember when they first went out, hun? And when they were at the wedding, they were just babies. Look at them now.” Jane said with doe eyes. Jane helped me get ready for that date. I was a nervous wreck because it was Gator. My older brother's best friend and he had asked me to go to the movies with him. The rest has literally been history.

Rhett and Gator were the same age, Robert being a few years older than both of them. Growing up, they would follow Robert around like ducklings. Gator was always around, but it wasn't until high school that I developed a massive crush on him. Little did I know he had reciprocating feelings.

“God, don’t remind me,” Robert said, leaning back.

“Do you know how much shit they gave me for months? They threatened me every day to ensure I didn’t break her heart. They still do.” Gator said.

When Gator was away from his crew and his family, especially Roy, he was calm and loved joking around. His shoulders weren't tensed up. All throughout the competition, he was tense, Roy was sitting behind us, but now he was in a peaceful state of mind. I enjoyed seeing him this way. I wish he were this way all the time. I was leaning on his shoulder and felt him kiss my head again.

Rhett came back with more beers, and the conversation kept flowing. I felt Gator move his arm down to my leg, rubbing it in an innocent matter. I snuggled closer to his touch. He looked down to meet my gaze, smirking. This shit knew exactly what game he was playing. But he wasn't gonna win this time. It had been months without his touch, and the videos and Facetime weren't cutting it anymore.

I sneakily placed my hand on his crotch. Moving it ever so slightly to ensure my brothers couldn’t suspect a thing. Gator tenses but relaxes, knowing we have company. One hand continues to lie on his crotch while the other grabs my phone. I swipe open to the album we both have, filled with pictures and videos only meant for the other eye to see. Videos of our previous escapades. I scroll through every video and picture, feeling him grow harder by the swipe, He grabs his phone to send me a text

You're a fucking menace

Don't act like you're not enjoying this.

We should make more

I see him begin to type out a text, but I know he can't think properly right now. He’s cursing more with me, this means his mind is foggy, and for once in a while, it's not from the vape. The time was getting closer to midnight. Jane was already dozing off on Robert's shoulder. I pointed it out, and Robert looked and realized his wife was practically asleep.

“We’re gonna head out,” He says quietly.

We nod; Rhett was in his own world, sending daggers to the guy who was accompanying Maria at the bar.

Jane and Robert walk out, and now we had to get rid of Rhett.

“Dude, just go talk to her,” I said.

Rhett gets pulled from his daze, shaking his head no and drinking more of his beer.

“Go. Now.” I say again.

Rhett just rolls his eyes at me. I look at Gator and nudge him.

“Rhett, that guy right there is not a bull riding champion; you are. Go catch up with her, you’ll regret it even if you don’t go say hello,” Gator buts in. You could practically see the wheels turning in Rhett’s head.

“Alright, I’ll go.”

“Great, we’re gonna head out.”

“Where do Mom and Dad think you are going tonight? Aren’t you supposed to go back home?” Rhett comes to his senses.

“No, they know I’m gonna spend the night at Lyla’s tonight, and tomorrow we’re gonna go to the mall. So Gator is gonna drop me off.” I lie as easily as it is to drink water.

Rhett nods, finishes his drink, gets up, and walks over to Maria.

“After all these years, he still thinks Lyla is an actual friend of yours.” Gator laughs.

“Hey, don't give Lyla shit, she's the reason we get tonight and tomorrow to ourselves.”

Gator gets up from the booth and waits for me. I give him a questioning look as he stands there.

Gator looks around, then leans in close to my ear, “There is no fucking way I’m making the walk to the front door with a massive hard-on display. Especially still in uniform. Get in front of me now.”

I smirked as he talked; he turned to me before moving to stand tall. I grab his jaw and move him to lean into my lips. I couldn't stop smiling through the kiss. We pull away, and I obey his orders to stand in front of him. I grab his hand and hold it over my shoulder; he places his other hand on my hip, keeping me steady as we walk.

We reach the door, and I am pelted by the gust of cold air. Quickly sobering me up. We reach his patrol truck, Gator pushes me into the passenger side door, turning me to look at him. One thing Gator loves is being in control. I give him that power, knowing that it is what he craves in life. He doesn’t abuse the power; from the years being together, he knows my limits, and from the years with Roy, he knows the power he holds does not permit him to be a complete and utter asshole.

He traps me in between his thighs. One in between my legs and the other caging my hip. He knows my weaknesses like I know his. He pulls out his vape to take a drag. I watch him like my favorite movie. The neon light from the sign highlighting his features. He looks down to see my necklace. It was from him on our first anniversary.

He grabs the dainty jewelry and holds it between his fingers. He leaves his hand resting on my chest as he admires the thing that displays I’m his.

“You still wear it,” He says to himself, a statement to give verbal confirmation.

“I never take it off,” He smirks, moving his gaze back to my eyes.

Another drag but instead of exhaling, he moves his hand from my necklace to the back of my neck, pulling me into him. I comply with his mouth and let him exhale into me.

Gator knew I would never smoke willingly, so he does this. Says it's his way of corrupting me and ensuring I get addicted to him. In a way, his method has worked. I crave for him like never before.

I rut my hips onto his thigh as he continues to do his work on my lips. He groans into me and grabs my hip harder. Stilling me. He pulls away, and I try to get him to lean back into me. But he pushes my hip more into the car, straining me against his strength.

“We are not doing this here, not with your brother inside trying to get laid.” He growls out.

He opens the door to the truck and helps me get in.

I look around the police car, noticing remnants of him.

A half-drunken mountain dew, some sunflower seeds on the floor, and the lingering burnt smoke from the number of vapes he has finished in this car. I smile; despite being utterly in love with this man, he still showcases some parts of him that have never changed since childhood.

He gets in and starts the car. I'm buzzing with want…need…hunger. He takes off his baseball cap, turns out from the bar, and begins making the drive to the cabin—a place that only he and I occupy now.

The cabin was on the other side of town, on the outskirts, hidden beneath trees. It was his Mom’s dad's many years ago. Linda hid it from Roy and only shared the place with Gator when things got too bad at home. Years later, it became a safe place for both of us. A place where we run to where no one can bother us. Since working in the apartment, Gator has been using some of his paychecks to upgrade the cabin.

With the way Gator drove, he cut the drive in half. Pulling up was nostalgic. I’m reminded of all the nights and summers I spent here.

Gator turns off the tuck and looks at me,

“My girl is home,”

Upon entering the cabin, I gasped in awe; the kitchen and living room were redone; I looked at Gator.

“You’ve been doing more than just the bedroom.” He nods, moving towards me.

“I wanted it to be ready for you when you finished training.” He said, laying his forehead upon mine.

I grabbed his collar and smashed his lips into mine.

Unbreaking our bond, he leads us toward the room—a path I know all too well. He lands on the bed, I follow suit. But I break apart and lead my kisses towards his neck as I begin to undress him. He grabs my shirt and lifts it over my head. One thing Gator will always do, no matter how many times we’ve done this ritual, is stare in awe. I wore a lace see-through bra, and he was about to discover that it came as a set. He repositions himself to sit properly, placing me into his lap. I rut into him as he peppers kisses all along my neck.

“Fuck Gator, I need more,” I say breathlessly.

“Patience.” That is all he says before resuming his previous actions. I shut my eyes in both bliss and annoyance. Gator is rarely the person to be patient–and this is the wrong time to start.

“Fuck, my girl is needy, isn’t she?” He says tauntingly, leaning back away from my neck. I groan at the removal of his presence.

“Gator, please,” I say, continuing to rut on him. He once again grabs my hip to still my movements. I look into his eyes; it's pure tease behind them. With one hand, he reaches into his pocket to grab his phone. I’m used to the phone joining our escapades. He angles the phone to get the both of us. He grabs my head and pulls me in, all while taking photos. I reach behind me to remove the bra and let it fall to his lap. I continue to kiss his neck, sucking lightly on the area behind his ear. I leave a hickey there–marking my territory. I move my hands to his belt and unbuckle him. He moves his pants further down. I grab ahold of his crotch once more–fuck I forget how big he is sometimes. He unbuckles my pants, stripping me from the fabric–leaving me bare in my garments. His eyes look, and his mind finally registers that it is a matching set.

He grabs ahold of my ass, squeezing it in his hands.

“Fuck, baby. You look good like this,”

I remove myself from his neck once more, meeting his gaze. He removes his hand from my ass and places his fingers in my mouth. I begin sucking and drooling on them.

“There you go, you know exactly what to do,” He says, pointing the camera to my face, “Good girl.”

He removes his fingers from my mouth and moves them into my thong, surpassing the fabric and going straight to my clit. I jumped upon contact and moaned. I could barely keep myself up, so I had to stabilize myself by holding his shoulders.

“Oh my God,” I say, looking as he moves up and down my slit. His fingers played with my clit to then moving to protrude into my entrance.

“God isn’t here, just me.”

He removes his fingers from my slit and has me remove my thong. I stand up and he removes his pants and underwear fully.

There, sitting like a King, hair still slicked back, tattoos on display, with this dick standing, leaking with need. I go to get on my knees, but he stops my actions,

“No, none of that right now, I need you right fucking now.” I nod, leaning into him to kiss him once more. He helps me resettle on his lap, and I grab ahold of his dick, stroking him a few times before lining it up into my entrance. He helps lower me onto him.

“Fuck, baby, wait,” I say as he strains me open.

“I know, I know, you're doing so good for me. Taking me so well,” He says as I fully ease into him. I look down to see him fully in me now, fuck did I miss this feeling.

I begin to move up and down his shaft, setting my own pace.

“Fuck, look at you. You're so tight, baby. So good,” Gator says as he leans back, taking a video. I grab the phone from him and switch the camera. He wasn’t the only one who used the videos and photos for pleasure. I slow down, but Gator begins to thrust into me. I position the camera to get our bodies. I hear him grunting and getting more breathless as he thrusts into me.

“Fuck Gator, you know how good this feels, fuck right there,” I say into his ear.

He has one hand on my ass, kneading it, then he snakes the other to my clit. I feel his rough fingers graze over the sensitive bud. He begins to move his rough fingers in a circle. I scream in pleasure.

“There you go, take it,” He says, “Take it like a good girl.”

Overwhelmed with the sensation, the relief of being with him, I cum around him. He feels me spasming around him, this only fuels his thrusts more. I’m in a overdose sensation of bliss, Gator now following and cumming in to me. Feeling his release, his hips stutter, his grasp on me tighten puts me at a euphoric stage. I collapse onto him and he falls back into the bed.

“Holy shit,” Is all I hear before I drown out the world and only listen to my favorite song. The heartbeat of my lover.

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