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kalims · 1 year

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‎˃ ᵕ ˂ . . "I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this."

paper rings,

premise. there's nothing more memorable with a paper ring and a promise.

characters. all dorms.

includes. gn!reader

cw. topic of marriage.

note. you know those ring pops? yeah, those but paper rings.. I am listening to taylor swift right now so basically mc is proposing

heartslabyul

in a very flabbergasted way he's less than proud to admit. riddle isn't able to do anything other than stare dumbly at the item you're offering so casually, awfully aware of the steaming warmth on his cheeks and frantic beating of his heart. his throat feels awfully empty from the way he can't even say a thing from how shocked he was. there's practically steam flushing out of his ears when he looks away and scolds you for being way too early. (maybe he's implying that it might be better for a later occasion.)

trey hasn't exactly pondered on the topic of marriage a lot. why would he? he's living a pretty good life. surrounded by his close circle, being able to excel and enjoy the thing he loves, having a decent academic standing. what more could he wish for? apparently marriage. just the notion had him whipping up deserts in his head, specifically for a wedding and he's suprised at how serious he's being at it. even his parents are getting a shock from how he insists to do the wedding cake commissions himself for some 'practice' he says.

receiving the shock of the year certainly doesn't come by a lot but cater supposes he can't exactly avoid the thing forever. consider this the most shocking he's ever gotten because you'd know from his frozen face and the smile that dropped into an open gape. right after he breaks into this goofy grin before giggling somehow ominously. you should expect cater to basically advertise your proposal, posting it all around social media with barely container excitement. you'd think he'd throw it away after he's done taking pictures but he's hidden it deeply in his closet.

ace trapolla ponders on whether he should just slap your hand away like when he'd probably do but for once he's silent. staring at the ring with such intensity that you took the initiative to joke about his out of character face. so, ace huffs and playfully rolls his eyes at you. to be honest, his usual self would definitely push your hand away because he thinks it's a joke and it's funny but the thing is. it's not. oddly enough, it's somehow serious to him and he literally hates it! stop making it serious to him he's gonna contradict himself after making disgusted faces to couples.

he had never felt such honor before. sure, deuce is pretty flustered. face tinted in pink but he's feeling like he just recieved a medal right now.. so proud would be a better word to describe his feelings. deuce just watches you slip the ring into his finger after he had nodded slowly. you don't know if you should be concerned or laugh at the way he never took his eyes off it. speaking of his eyes, they could be comically quiet sparkles in it from how amazed and proud he seemed.

savanaclaw

compared to leona, ace's stares is like a cat to a well.. lion. leona just stares at you pointedly, glancing at the ring once and you swear something strange flashed in his eyes for a moment. you aren't given the time to venture too deeply into it as leona had already retreated back to his previous position and seemingly going back to sleep. you just shrug and decide to leave him to it. leona's ears twitch, picking up a rustle of paper in the grass. right behind him then your retreating footsteps. he just lays there, staring at nothing then turning to his back. the ring is over there. and he's currently fighting his inner self whether or not he'll test if you got his finger size right.

ruggie doesn't skip a beat and immediately leans in closer without warning, only to take a real good look at the ring you've made. he whistles and makes a cheeky comment about its just how he liked it. actually, it's true. as much as ruggie liked shiny things this is the little things he prefers and he lowkey just fell in love a little more. so, if you don't mind at all! he'll take the ring to keep to himself. since you did make it for him there shouldn't be any problem. don't worry, if you guys do actually end up getting married there's a chance he'll do it with paper rings. strange as it is.

his face holds a contortion of seriousness and 'seriously?' don't get him wrong. jack is quite stupefied by your gesture, don't you know that rings are often associated with the topic of marriage? you're literally proposing to him and you're doing it so casually?! oh please. in all seriousness actually he'd actually like that but he fears he might accidentally tear the whole thing into shred by accident. it's funny on how such a big, muscular man could treat something like paper so fragile. done like a true tsudere he turns pink, furrows his brows and loud away.

octavinelle

with the growing silence that azul thought of as awkward, he quickly clears his throat in hopes of clearing the.. atmosphere. if it weren't to the wake up call he snapped into, he definitely would've dropped the cup he was holding by his faltered grip. he puts on a smile that was more wobbly than he preferred but he can't really comment on it since it was currently his best. anyhow, he flicks his gaze down the ring and gestures for you to place the ring in his palm. he won't accept it, atleast not now but he will. when he would be able to provide for the two of you for a better life. until then he'd keep it in his safe when he's ready.

there's nothing more in-character for jade than a wide, kind of ominous grin. it's like he's teasing you non-verbally just from his face expressions itself. raising a brow and nudging you, with that grin still present on his face. jade says something about you being too impatient for marriage but he'll gladly adjust to your,,, preference. should he call you his fiance now? yes, the whole time he's been teasing you. not at all phased by your bold proposal. if not, he seems a little too pleased about it.

fully intent on glomping you. floyd wastes no time lurching forward and basically glomping you with a flurry of giggles, looking like he's high on cloud 9. 75% of the time he was just full of giggles as he continuesly stays clingy to you for the past time, and the rest muttering about getting married. don't be suprised if the whole school knew at this point because he kept saying "shrimpy and I are getting married. hehe." a lot and he doesn't even know how loud he actually is being.

scarabia

being the sunshine he is everyone would expect kalim to be the happiest. and he is, you can tell from the brightest perk up he does and the bright, happy grin-smile he does right after. he looks like he can barely contain the happiness from bursting out. unlike any other of the guys, kalim probably thinks of this as a serious thing and doesn't think it's a joke at all. he doesn't even hesitate with accepting the ring and promises he'll make you one himself too. why would he buy you a different, expensive one when you gave him something so priceless?

jamil can't help the furrow on his brows. he probably looks disgruntled and bothered by you right now but it's quite the opposite. him, you're giving him paper rings? to him? it's not that he hates the notion, he thinks it's secretly cute but why him? there's probably a thousand other people wanting to receive one from you but yet you're here offering him a fragment on your love and you already stole his heart. he guesses no amount of ordinary can make you ignore him. it feels like a crushing responsibility to be the one chosen by you but he doesn't feel pressured at all.

pomefiore

in hindsight vil should be offended by your audacity to give him a paper ring out of all things! most people would probably sell their souls to purchase one imbedded with the most expensive kinds of crystals and gems. but he can't help but feel.. he isn't sure, pleasantly suprised? you never fail to dazzle him even if your ring isn't sparkly to compare to him but he does remember his dad speaking about how not everything should be all about the price. sometimes, it's the thought that matters and if your thought was to marry him he'd gladly do.

besides everyone else. rook is the most appreciative by your gesture, he doesn't have a problem practically singing how much enchanted you've made him by this alone. go on prefect, shall you do a play? he'd absolutely rejoice if you went along with him, going on your knees to recreate a real proposal and he'd say it was the most magnifique performance he's proud to ever taken apart of! by morning and day everyone notices how much more joyous he's been, sparing the ring made of paper in his finger that he wears literally every day. but they don't wonder too much, strange and rook in the same sentence fits quite well.

between the entirety of pomefiore, epel certainly has the least graceful reaction, with the loud scream, mind boggled eyes and all. if not for the etiquette lessons rook had drilled into his memories, epel would have taken you for the shoulders and started shaking you frantically, wriggling your brain cells into oblivion. but he just resorted by sparing you his mercy and just keeping his hand curled into a fist by his chest. epel is torn between 'what do you mean by this?!' and a firm 'I do'.

ignihyde

my boy idia's reaction is the most predictable and prominent. when I say predictable, most of the time he's just on the verge of a breakdown at unexceptable things and prominent by the increasingly passionate flame that his now pink (previously blue) has. I mean when is it not pink when mc is involved really? idia is of course, having a crisis because WTF?! that was literally so cute that he's gonna have a cardiac arrest. someone please sedate him... consider idia a fan of paper craft because you started receiving a bunch of origami stuff, ranging from paper flowers to cranes. even ortho is suprised at the sudden motivation to pick up a hobby.

when you told ortho to wait when you forgot something he definitely didn't expect you to come back with a bunch of flowers made out of paper for him! the boy is singing praises for you as he clutches the batch happily. almost like he's cradling a child. you bet ortho is gonna make some sort of artificial liquid to drown the flowers into so that the paper doesn't get worn out or crumpled. he will certainly keep it safe for years!

diasomnia

akin to childish joy. malleus hums pleasantly. he doesn't think that this is a fake or anything at all, though he was sure that he'd be the one to propose first.. oh well, it's a nice thing. you never fail to suprise him child of man. he stares at you with a smile playing upon his lips and crinkled eyes, almost like he is in a trance. do you think he'll tell you that he quite literally just fantasized your future in front of you. (💀) goodluck cause man's obsessed and he's definitely not letting you take anything back. it's final. (no take backs 😡 <- like that)

giggles but atleast it's more mischievous and less ominous than jade's. lilia likes to see what kind of look you'd have on your face if he reacts differently. he's kicking his feet up, giggling and shi'. he acts like he just got serenaded by a high school crush, and you are technically his high school crush. might tease you into fluster instead but it all depends on his mood. it's pretty hard to fluster him you know and before you can do it it'll be the end of the world. (promises you that he'll be the househusband if you do get married and doesn't pay mind to your sweatdropping and horrified look.)

screeching like it's the end of the world. sebek probably woke up the world next to this one from how much bullshit he just started spouting, loudly if i may add. bullshit because everyone knows whatever he's spouting isn't even true and he's just saying it to convince himself.. sebek what do you mean the idea is preposterous? didn't you have a crisis last night because you couldn't sleep with a certain somebody in mind? silver is literally exposing him and sebek is calling him a traitor. he's never gonna vent to silver ever again, period.

to be honest maybe silver actually has the most normal reaction. he's just; oh wow, that's beautiful thanks. then goes back to sleep but this time he's been blessed with a dream of a future with you. he just doesn't spare an over the top reaction and prefers to cherish what he has now. which is what he's currently doing, he loves you and he doesn't want to wish for anything more until you're fully ready.. we love a respectful, consentual man. of course he keeps the ring but so that it won't get in the way of his work

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gaycrittercentral · 6 months

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Welp it’s not Halloween anymore (and actually these pictures are from last year hkkhljhl) but who give a shit y'all wanna see my goofy lil Sam costume :D if you were here for my Halloween stream then you already saw this but if not then LOOKIT MY SUIT BOY

Fun fact, I made all this last year and meant to post it then but I was just too lazy whoops. So I'm tryin to do better this time around, lmaoooo. Anyway yeah! Samb costume!! If you wanna hear how I made some of the elements for this and gathered up the rest, feel free to check out my ramblings under the cut :Dc

This was such a fun project. A lot of elements were of course just staples of businesswear, like I found the suit jacket at H&M and the pants at Target (and hemmed them because I love men's pants but they don't love my short-ass legs), but some parts were a bit more complicated. The hat, for example, I also found at Target, but it had the wrong kind of band, so I just took that off and hand sewed on a length of wide black ribbon in its place. I ain't no milliner or haberdasher or what have you but I feel like it came out pretty ok! And the ears were an element that I figured would be a fun addition lol, they are made of fleece I believe? I forget. I gave them a bit of soft stuffing so they're basically two soft pillows, and then safety-pinned them into the inner brim of the hat--that way I can look like a normal person if I ever decide to wear the hat in public lmao.

The tie was an absolute delight to work on. And also torture. Y'know, kind of a 'why not both' moment. I ended up reverse engineering a tie I already had and cannibalizing its inner fabric to make the new one, since I knew I wasn't going to wear the original. The new tie is made with a silky blue fabric that isn't silk that I don't remember what it is because I have a sponge for a brain. Sorry ^^; But basically I replaced the original outer part of the tie with my new fabric and sewed her up by hand (it's not really a machine job as far as I can tell), then painted on the stripes with watered down black fabric paint. I had hoped that watering it down would prevent it from making the fabric stiff, but that didn't end up working because it required so many layers to be opaque, oof. There's probably better ways to go about it, so if you're making your own Sam tie it's worth it to do some more research! Plus, they do sell regular blue ties out there that you could paint. I'm just insane. And tbh I wish I had just bought one but at least I can say I've made a tie now lmaoooo

And I suppose the last element of this is the paper bag Max puppet! I love him so dearly, he was a delight to make ^^ I'd tell you how to make him but why do that when obviously I learned from the original? Make sure to put one in your car ok it's really important

God I love this comic. And I also dearly dearly love how faithfully they adapted it in the cartoon <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

Anyway that's it that's all I got!! Also because I've never worn this thing out of the house it doesn't have shoes to go with, I just got some brown socks. I figure it fits with Sam as a shoe-hating person lmaooo. ok that's all bye thanks for looking hope y'all had a happy Halloween!!!!

#I know I keep saying it but stream drawings coming soon!!!!! I've just been busy fjdklghskfhjskfh #also I'm having to type this with my little stinky cat laying across like a quarter of the keyboard lmao #it's a miracle I managed to reach the w key AAAH HE BITE THE ME #sam and max #sam and max freelance police #freelance husbands #my art

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iloveundertaesooomuch · 4 months

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Some advice from AU Calebs!

Heck yeah I did it! Finally i finished ONE of the HUNDREDS AU crossover ideas I have in my head!! Crossovers are fun guys!! (I apologise for a bad english in advance. Writing this it a rush.)

"It's ok to ask for help." (A Reverse Of Feathers And Mud by @jess-the-vampire)

I couldn't make a crossover meme without the legend. Sorry, not sorry. He is such a sad lad but tries to stay positive and be happy for his family uydfykudsutsudskudsluds (*dies*). I have to admitt, Caleb's dad energy is too strong for me to handle without wanting a hug him. No wonder! He was THE grandpa for centuries straight without a break. At least Caleb gets his whole family together in the end. Comics with him and either Hunter and Philip or Luz and Eda make me run in cirles around the room aaaa.

"You are not a burden." (Brother's Keeper by @idoodlestuffsometimes)

Damn, you definetly created one of the darkest AU in the fandom. Each time I re-read AU related posts I scream my lungs out because it is so angsty and so great. I am genuinely scared of your Belos ngl, because.. this man didnt loose anything and he still proceeds to do all that stuff. Enconter with him has 0 survival rate.

POOR CALEB! At least in the world of memes he had an opportunity to flee the captivity twice (the bald head and the car). This man had no moment of mental rest for centuries oh my God. One of my friends wants to fight his brother personally to protec Caleb at all cost sksksk. Well, at least Hunter will always have an actually loving relative! And if the happy ending is going to be canon, I think the future looks great, especially knowing how much pain all your characters go through currently. (And I think both Caleb and Hunter would need the "you are not a burdain" affirmations. At least some form of support in their situation.)

You said in the latest ask-answer that BK!Caleb was supposed to have white streaks in his hair so I attempted to add them. Hope they look fine! Colors for the outfit I got from Belos, so they would match, I guess???

"Murder is okay." (Loose Strings by @oldmanpip)

My bro, brother, friend... Despite you being not to involved on the discord server, my brain is still rotting with your great awesome AUs. And I know you know that. Your Caleb is really loose in all sences of that word and I love that. Wonder if your AUs will ever be available to the public. Because oh boy oh boy they deserve to be recognised. (Loose Caleb is such a conservative grandpa who never did anything wrong, wdym?)

"Your feelings matter." (Pip In Time by @celestialscribbler)

Honestly? Man, your comic is the reason I got invested in Witteclaw couple at all. Even if the "Pip in time" is not their story, but you wrote their teen romance so sweetly. Those two melted my heart... I scream each time I re-read your comic for 100th time. Just WOAH my brain goes brrr! And Caleb as a character is also written really really well. I love him so much. He is such good brother but MAN HE NEEDS A BREAK FROM BEING AN ADULT! BOY! Insirt crying and heart emojis here.

(PS: hope you still care about your health!)

My thoughts:

I have been drawing this for more than a month I think? And the only reason for that is my university. I hope to actually get an ADHD diagnosis because something is clearly wrong with me. But thats not the point.

There are so many ideas in my head. Goofy and not. The only problem is that I have less and less ability to do what I want lately. I wish I could bring them all to life, but at the same I dont know if anyone will be interested. Would AU crossovers look too self-indulgent? Or nah? Idk. (Just Grimwalker-Isle already has so much potential for stupid ridiculous fun I am runnin on coffee juice.)

Litteraly my mind is plagued with different fun plots and possibilities I am going crazy. But I also have A TON of WIPs that I need to finish. Perhaps I will attempt to manage everything at once, but, no promises.

Wish me luck on my exams!

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choclodox · 1 year

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Lyle’s IQ score Head Canon

HEAR ME OUT: as much as Lyle def gives me himbo™️ energy, I also feel like he’s supposed to be…PRETTY SMART? he’s just also goofy. Like, I feel like he’s one of those friends that’s the smartest but also the dumbest person you’ve ever had at the same time.

Here is my evidence (dons glasses and grabs a laser pointer)

1. First and foremost, I’m pretty sure Quaritch wouldn’t let a dumbo be able to advance to the rank of Corporal, so Lyle needs to have SOME level of competency (but there’s still some room for his goofball nature lol).

Side note, studies show that people who are comical tend to have higher IQs since it ranks critical thinking to understand humor and make jokes. So Lyle is at least smart in that department.

2. In the first movie, we can see that Trudy trusts him enough to work on her Samson. We all know how much Trudy LOVED her Baby, so she must have had some serious trust in Lyle (someone who wasn’t an RDA mechanic) to let him even TOUCH her Rogue One’s equipment.

3. Also in the first movie, Lyle actually knows his stuff about combat theory and the AMP suits. When Quaritch has Lyle survey the aftermath of the Omatikaya’s retaliation for the destruction of the Tree of Voices, Lyle is able to describe in detail what the damages are. He’s able to tell that the arrows were fired from Ikrans based off the angles of the arrows in the damaged equipment and dead bodies, he can say for a fact that the AMP suits are not just damaged but what exactly is damaged (the Driver in this case).

4. Now in the 2nd movie, we actually get to see more of his smarts come into action. Lyle actually gets promoted from Corporal to Lieutenant and becomes second in command to Quaritch. The RDA wouldn’t let that happen if he was purely a trigger happy soldier; you needs some gray matter for that position.

5. Next, Quaritch looks to LYLE to pull the security feed off of OG Quaritch’s AMP suit. And Quaritch is a smart guy too, but it feels like Big Curly Q knows he’s out of his depth on this one and just hands it off to Lyle because he knows that he actually knows his stuff.

But ya, thanks for coming to my TedTalk :)

Also, a few other hcs I embrace

Lyle is that ONE gringo friend that knows FLUENT Spanish (and possibly knows other languages as well). And when I say Gringo, I don’t mean he’s white but is still Hispanic, no. There is a reason why JamCam named this man after Wainfleet, Ohio (the Ohio of Ohio). But nobody questions his ability to speak Spanish. You leave him alone in any Authentic Hispanic setting and come back in 20 minutes, they’re running to the liquor store because they already ran out of Tequila/pisco/etc. TEAM LATINO LOVES HIM

*side note, Jake probably knows some Spanish too since he did his tours in Venezuela. Who knows, maybe he taught some to Spider because he knows he’s team Latino. A

*and Quaritch probably knows some of Nigeria’s native languages (Hausa, Yoruba, Igbo, etc) since he did 3 whole tours there before coming to Pandora

Lyle likes 90s music (Britney Spears, Mariah Carey) but mainly SHAKIRA. I could see him just dancing alone to Hips Don’t Lie and someone walks in trying to get his attention, but he doesn’t notice and they have to clear their throat and he just screams when he finally notices them

He can dance Samba, Cumbia, Tango, Flamenco. ANYTHING in that family HE CAN DO IT FLAWLESSLY ASU PAPI

Might come from a family of mechanics and worked in a mom and pop mechanic shop (I embrace that one HC where he has a love for cars and just engineering in general). Maybe he wanted to be a more refined engineer but just couldn’t pass the tests since he was more of an intuitive thinker and tests favor more of the technical thinkers.

Likes DragonBall Z but will never admit it

#avatar #avatar the way of water #avatarfanart #avatar2 #miles quaritch #jake sully #trudy chacon #lyle wainfleet #recom lyle wainfleet #lyle wainfleet headcanons

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angelsnkisses · 9 months

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nsfw alphabet - jack thurlow <3

‼️ NSFW - MDNI ‼️

warnings: switch!jack, switch!gn!reader, degrading, edging, sex tapes, overstimulation, hickies

A - Aftercare <3:

Jack's not always the most affectionate person, but he understands that you need to be cared for, especially after he's so rough with you. He'll clean you up, offer you a smoke, maybe put on some music. He likes laying with you after, probably keeping quiet conversation until you eventually fall asleep.

B - Body Part <3:

fem!reader:

Your tits are just his favorite thing in the world, and he gives them extra attention while he fucks you. He always his mouth on them, one cupped in his hand, etc.

male!reader:

He can't get enough of your thighs, always kissing and biting them before he gives you head. They're also his favorite pillow <3.

C - Cum <3:

He cums soooo much, and he loves making you a mess with it. He'll finish all over your thighs, your stomach, even your chest.. but his absolute favorite will always be inside you. He just loves watching his cum spill out of you.

D - Degrading <3:

Jack has such a mouth, he definitely degrades you like crazy in bed. He can't help himself, he loves how much his filthy words affect you.

"Such a needy thing.. can't even handle what you were just begging for, hm?"

"You're shaking already? That's just pathetic."

E - Edging <3:

Jack LOVES edging, whether he's doing it to you, or vice versa. If he's edging you, he'll be teasing about it, pulling his hand back or slowing his thrusts everytime you're gonna cum. If it's the other way around, he's such a mess for you. He'll be muttering incoherent sentences after the first five or six times he's denied, cursing under his breath and begging you let him finish.

F - Filming <3:

I honestly think Jack would love making little videos with you ever so often while you guys fucked. Nobody but the two of you would ever see them, of course. He'd pull his phone out while he had you in missionary and film himself disappearing in and out of you, holding your waist with his free hand. He'll definitely watch it later when he misses you.

G - Goofy <3 (how serious is he in the moment?):

Jack is always pretty sarcastic, and that doesn't change in bed. He's not comical per se, but he's always making little comments or mocking you.

H - Hair <3:

He def trims down there, he likes it neat and tidy. He doesn't really care that much if you shave or not, as long as you're comfortable.

I - Intimacy <3:

He's soo intimate, always kissing and holding you. He'll be fucking into with heavy, deep thrusts, his lips moving against yours, muffling your pretty moans. He'll always hold your hand in missionary, mumbling how good you feel the whole time.

J- Jealousy <3:

He trusts you, but that doesn't stop him from getting jealous easily. If he's taking you out, he'll always have a protective hand in yours or on your waist, death glaring anyone who looked at you too long. He'll get so possessive, and it carries into your sex life all the time.

"All mine, nobody else can have you, can they? No, that's right."

K - Kissing <3:

He'll kiss you goodbye before work, and then again when he comes home. He'll kiss you when you ask him to, or just out of the blue when he feels the need to be close to you. But his favorite time to kiss you is when you're whimpering and crying under him, stuffed with his cock while his lips are pressed against yours.

L - Location <3:

His favorite place to fuck you is against his desk, always bending you over the flat surface and pounding you against the wood. He also likes the bed- classic, comfortable, reliable.

M - Mocking <3:

He mocks you so much, he loves watching you get all embarrassed under him while he's dropping taunting little comments.

"You're such a mess already. I'm barely touching you, doll."

"What, it's too much? Can't take it anymore? You poor thing.."

N - No <3:

He would never ever fuck you in front of someone or with someone else, he's too possessive for that. He has you all to himself, and he's not willing to share with anyone else.

O - Overstimulation <3:

Jack loves overstimulating you almost as much as he loves edging you, and he's a mess whenever you do it to him. He'll be whimpering and crying while you make him cum over and over, begging you to slow down. He's just so whiny when you take control.

"Wait- fuck, it's too much."

"Please slow down, please- oh fuck please, I'll do anything."

P - Pace <3:

It depends on his mood! If he's in a softer mood, he fucks you nice and slow, savoring every roll of his hips and taking his time. If he's in a more cocky mood, or even a bad mood, he's a lot quicker with you. He'll pound into you with swift, heavy thrusts that take your breath away.

Q - Quickies <3:

Jack doesn't hate quickies, but he prefers having more time with you. When he does keep it quick, he always makes up for it with a longer, more intimate time later.

R - Risk <3:

He likes experimenting with you, but he has his limits. Despite not taking super huge risks, you guys never fail to keep things fun, and he always makes sure you feel good <3.

S - Stamina <3:

This man could fuck you for hours, he can last round after round. He'll get a little overstimulated, but it's worth it to see you fall apart for him. Even when you're all fucked out and crying, he'll be thrusting into you, stressing how good you feel while he chases his release.

T - Toys <3:

Jack doesn't like toys, he knows he can make you feel way better than any gadget or silicone toy can.

U - Unfair <3:

He teases you so much, he knows damn well it works you up real nice for him. He'll make you wait for your first couple orgasms, then force you to have even more. He'll drop mocking comments and taunting questions all the time. He just loves how you react to him.

V - Volume <3:

He's so loud, and so vocal. He has no shame in expressing how good you make him feel, groaning and spitting out filthy words effective the whole time. When he's submitting to you, he whimpers and whines so much.

W - Wildcard <3:

Jack is obsessed with giving you hickies, all over your body. He'll mark up your neck, your chest, your stomach, your thighs, your lower abdomen.. he loves how you squirm around while he's sucking at your skin. It feeds into his possessiveness, and he thinks they look so pretty on you.

X - X-ray <3:

He's packing a relatively girthy 7 inches, more than enough to keep you satisfied.

Y - Yearning <3:

He wants you all the time, but he's good at keeping it under control. It gets worse if he has a busy week at work, or if the two of you hadn't done anything like that with eachother in a while.

Z - Zzz <3:

He's fast asleep as soon as he knows you're both cleaned up and taken care of. He cuddles you sm when you guys go to bed, holding you tight and sleepily kissing you until he's out.

A/N: i've never done an nsfw alphabet, but this was really fun! will definitely be making more of these for other characters. hope you enjoyed <3!

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #culkin cult #jack thurlow #jack goes home #jack thurlow x reader #gn!reader #angelsnkisses #mdni

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 1 year

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imagines/ headcanons (M.M x Reader)

warnings: none! just cute fluffy stuff that’s makes us sad to think about

wc: 1k

note: you guys so are lucky for me to give you an insight into our relationship unfortunately I am kidding but I really wish I wasn’t

these are just some things that I think, but if you don’t agree that’s cool too - some of these may be self indulgent

masterlist + rules

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very empathetic and deeply compassionate

he’s definitely someone you can trust, especially if you go to him with a problem

an amazing listener

the softest and sweetest most babiest of babygirls

extremely protective - sometimes to a fault, but it all comes from a good place (always wants you to be safe)

very touchy always has to be touching you- feel like it’s usually hands, waist or face

when you order takeaways it’s usually chinese or pizza- feel like you probably cook for the both of you, but when you don’t want to it’s most likely one of those

he’s great with animals- I can see him with a cat, probably named something religious

I had this thought that you’d try to find new textures and things for him to feel- like you’d go out and find new stuff for him to try (like you’d both make a game or date out if it)

he’s very patient, and someone who is very understanding

he’d definitely know you better than you know yourself

your heartbeat is definitely something that grounds him- something that helps him sleep at night

you’re his safe place, as he is to you

humongous softie

you keep loads of first aid kits around his apartment- there’s tonnes stashed everywhere. and you often help clean him and mend him if and when he’s injured

he hates to leave you at night, feel like you might not like it either (not knowing if he’ll be back) but you also know he can’t not do it

^ you wait up for him every night

feel like he enjoys when you take care of him- eventhough he can take care of himself and doesn’t want to burden- he likes when you physically care for him; maybe you help trim his stubble or help him organise

if home was a person

respectful bbg

can sometimes get a little jealous and possessive

feel like he gets really overwhelmed and possibly very frustrated with himself

he always wants to help people and feels really guilty when he can’t- you always reassure him that’s it’s not all his responsibility etc

he probably gets earaches quite a bit- you get him things to help soothe it

feel like he’s a cherry person (idrk what that means, but when I look at people they sometimes look like fruit flavours, like Karen is strawberry, Foggy is blackcurrant- to me it makes sense)

very charismatic

goofy like he is in the comics

man spreads a lot - sprawls out on sofa

loves a good head scratch (bc he is a good boy ofc) likes his hair played with

you try to introduce him to new music and podcasts

he can see right through you

will always be ready to fight someone for you

you have inside jokes about how he’s was such a wh0re before you (he’s not called Matthew man-whore Murdock for nothing)

he probably jokes a lot about his lack of sight, sometimes you forget that he is actually blind, “you should see this.” “I can’t” like that kinda thing, but it’s always light and jokey- he’d never actually be offended

he doesn’t talk about you in public in front of everyone- not in a bad way, just to keep your name safe. only Foggy and Karen know about you- but they love you and love that you’re good for Matt

he literally worships that ground you walk on- admires the heck out of you. thinks you’re the most beautiful person

he’s a very reliable person

you like to help him with cases- eventhough you’re not actually allowed

protected x protector

feel like you don’t use the big lights in the apartment- you just have lots of candles around the place instead (so it’s the best of both worlds)

he loves when you read to him

drink beer together late at night- chatting and hanging out

would do anything for you

love language wise

physical touch- very touchy, loves to hold you. you help calm him etc

acts of service- he always wants to help you- no matter how big or small

quality time- he’d deeply value the time you share together, whether that be an activity together or doing different things in same space

gift giving- he probably has some trouble with this, maybe gets Foggy to get it for him (he tells him what to get) but he’s very thoughtful, so it’ll be something you’d appreciate

words of affirmation- says tonnes of cute and sweet pet names like angel, sweetheart etc. tells you how special you are

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very encouraging

feel like he tries to look you in the eyes, but it’s for your benefit- wants to show you that he’s paying attention

he knows if and when you’re anxious, sad or uneasy etc- always knows how to help

you comfort and reassure him a lot- you don’t care how many times you have to say it either

he tries to block everything out when with you

thumb strokes on your cheeks

to him you are like fluoxetine in human form

you’re probably always getting him new suits and under-armour

very cheeky and flirtatious. sometimes cocky but in a good way- not the way that’s annoying to be around

enamoured with you

lots of pining at the beginning

great in bed (lmao sorry, couldn’t not include)

he puts a lot of pressure on himself

he knows what you want and need before you do

knows when you’re near

he loves when your heart skips a beat when you see him, it makes him feel special

he also feels and adores how excited and happy you get when listening to your fave songs or watching favourite shows

you kiss his scars to show him how much you love him

very attentive

“you’re so pretty Matt”

sometimes feels inadequate- you constantly reassure him, again you don’t care how many times you have to say it

to me his song as daredevil would be ‘28 days later slowed-soaphie’ (I was just listening to it and to me it makes perfect sense)

he’s always losing and misplacing stuff

thinks you have the sweetest and most purest personality

if you want to describe something you see, you draw them with your fingertips on him

he gets you red flowers- asks the florist for something read and pretty

you made him a ‘I am not Daredevil’ sweater, he loves it and wears all the time at home

if you’re walking together arm-in-arm on the street and people don’t move out the way, you say something like “hey! watch it.” bc you hate the thought of them being so oblivious- but Matt loves it when you do that

always caressing you, loves your curves- arms, hips, legs, the lot

likes to trace over your nose bridge and lips

you got him to draw a small heart (it won’t be perfect but that’s the point) and you get it tattooed on yourself

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psa: being in love with a man that doesn’t exist sucks ass🥲

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I Never Really

Part Eight

Word Count: 6.7k

Warnings: Alcohol use, mention of marijuana, brief mention of cocaine (not consumed by any main characters), smut (18+ only)

Sexual content: choking, fingering, oral (f rec), unsafe sex, plain ol' fuckin, and of course I would be lost without a creampie

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If the last party had been a bit overwhelming, then this party could be described as sensory hell. Within only a few seconds of being there, you saw a group of zombies playing beer pong in the front yard, and two Sesame Street characters doing cocaine off the kitchen table. You were a bit nervous, sticking close to Sam’s side as he guided you into the house. His brothers stood in the living room, a drink in each of their hands, chatting happily with the group assembled out there.

“Sammy boy!” Jake exclaimed upon seeing the two of you, running over to give both of you a hug. He was dressed as a pirate, the pieces of his costume almost a bit too accurate, like he’d stepped out of a different era. When he wrapped his arms around you, you were hit with that familiar scent, memories of the last party rushing back to your head.

He looked you over, trailing his eyes over your figure the same way he’d done the first time you met him. It made something inside you ache, something you couldn’t quite describe. He caught your eyes and you noticed he’d put on eyeliner, just a bit, just enough to make his gaze feel even more piercing.

Josh followed close behind, pulling you into a tight hug. “You look incredible, sunshine. My lord.” He looked you up and down, gesturing at you with a point of his finger. “Doesn't she look amazing?” He asked, looking between Jake and Danny, who had come over to join you.

“Quite beautiful. Very angelic,” Jake said.

“You look outstanding. None of these guys deserve to see it,” Danny joked with a whisper, cupping a hand to the side of his mouth like he was telling you a secret.

A blush rose into your cheeks, and you shook your head. “I just…wanted to look nice. And you guys all look awesome.”

Josh was dressed in a classic hippie getup, with a pair of huge sunglasses, flared pants, and a vest over his otherwise bare chest. Danny was dressed as a cowboy, and he’d gone all-in on the fit, cowboy boots and all. He had on a hat that looked far too nice for a Halloween outfit.

“Is that your hat?” You asked.

He tipped the brim at you, doing a goofy bow with one hand on the comically large belt buckle he was wearing. “Darn tootin’, little miss. Got it alongside the boots a few years ago.”

You placed a hand over your heart, returning the mock accent he’d put on. “Oh, my. What a gentleman you are!”

Jake offered to grab you and Sam a drink, and you happily accepted, following him into the kitchen while Sam took a seat in the living room with the other two.

“So, who are you trying to impress? Or make jealous?” Jake asked, taking the top off of a bottle of tequila.

“I’m sorry?”

He gestured towards you. “The costume. You’re the hottest one here, no contest. Did you get your heart broken recently?”

“I…no. Well…” You watched his hands as he poured you a drink that would certainly be too strong. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I won’t pry. Unless you want me to.” He handed you your drink, and started making another one.

You took a cautious sip, pleasantly surprised. You could barely taste the alcohol. “This is good.”

“Thank you. My secret recipe.” He finished his own drink, swirling it around in his hand for a moment while he leaned against the counter to face you. “I’m guessing you made up with Sam?”

You nodded. “He apologized. He explained how–” You cut yourself off. You definitely shouldn’t repeat his explanation to Jake, of all people. “He just explained why he was mad. But it’s all okay now.”

“That look in your eye,” he pointed at you, squinting his eyes. “You’re still mad at him, aren’t you?”

It was genuinely annoying how well Jake could see right through you. Like he was reaching into your brain and stealing your thoughts. It almost felt violating, the way he seemed to always just know.

“A little.”

“Because of that fight?”

You hesitated for a moment too long. “Yeah.”

He gave you a knowing smile. “You don’t have to lie to me.”

“I’m not lying.”

“So what was his excuse?” He eyed you over the rim of his cup as he took a swig.

“I don’t want to get into it, honestly.”

“I won’t push. Just want to make sure you’re alright.” He was being genuine, that much you could tell for certain.

“I appreciate that, Jake. I really do.”

He gave you a smile, the kind that made you a bit weak in the knees, and gestured towards the living room. Sam and Danny were deep in conversation on the mantle of the fireplace, and Josh was in the corner chatting up some group of people you didn’t recognize. The two of you took a seat on the couch, and you made yourself small in the corner against the arm rest, your legs tucked under you.

Jake was a good talker. He made worthwhile conversation, even though you weren’t entirely in the mood to talk about anything. He asked a lot of questions, and the two of you would spiral off into a tangent regarding that question. At one point, he mentioned the band, the one Sam had said they were trying to drag him into.

“Do you guys have a name?” You asked.

He shook his head. “It's not serious enough for that, not yet. I want a name to come organically, when it’s time.”

“Makes sense. It would suck to pick a name and want to change it later.”

“Exactly.” He flicked his finger against one of your wings, sending it bouncing back and forth. “You should come to one of our little shows some time.”

“Where at?”

“We just play out of the garage, or back there, typically.” He gestured to the back of the house.

“Are you any good?” You smirked.

He laughed a bit, then gave you a wide-eyed, serious look. “The best.”

“Text me about it some time. I’d love to come, if I’ve got some free time on my hands that day.”

“I will,” you smiled.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence, and you listened in to the conversations around the room. Sam’s voice reached your ears first, the sound of it so familiar and enjoyable that you seemed to pick it out of the crowd easily.

“She’s great.” He was still talking to Danny.

“You don’t sound very excited.” Danny's voice was harder to pick out, but you could hear it nonetheless.

“Nah, man, I was with her the other night. She’s a really sweet girl.”

Your skin prickled and your fingers tensed up. She. Her.

“She’s gorgeous,” he went on.

“Are you guys together, or what?”

“Not yet.”

You’d heard enough. Not yet. Those two words felt like a gunshot straight to your chest. You could barely hear Jake over the noise of your thoughts as he prodded you with a quiet “Hey.”

You didn’t respond.

“Hey.” He called your name, placing a gentle touch on your arm that finally snapped you out of your trance.

You blinked at him a few times, your fingers white-knuckled on the armrest of the couch.

“You okay?” He looked at you with genuine concern.

“Yeah, I just…” you cleared your throat. “I think I need another drink.”

“Not a problem. Follow me.”

You could feel Sam’s eyes burning a hole in the back of your head as you walked away with Jake, back into the kitchen, where he mixed you up another drink.

“Stronger this time,” he warned, handing it to you.

“Thanks. I need it.”

“Listen, sweetheart. What's going on with you?”

You shook your head. “I already said I don't want to get into it. Just exhausted, that’s all.”

“Well, letting it fester doesn’t seem to be doing you any favors.” He pinched one of your wings between his fingers and pulled at it. “Come here.”

He led you out the back door, and the two of you took a seat around the fire. He slid his chair across the grass as close to yours as it would go. “I can keep a secret, if that’s what you need. Just talk to me.”

“Jake…” This was only the second time you’d interacted with him. You weren’t ready to open up about anything to him – at least, not in your partially-sober mental state. “I appreciate you worrying about me. I really do. But I can't get into specifics with you.”

He toyed with the ruffled sleeves of his shirt. “Then be vague.”

“Well,” you sighed. “Do you ever just feel like everything is crashing down around you all at once?”

He nodded. “I know the feeling quite well.”

“That’s just kind of where I’m at right now.” He was basically a stranger to you, but you couldn’t help but open up just a bit around him. He radiated an aura that made you feel seen and understood, and the way he was apparently able to read your mind lent greatly to that feeling.

“I don’t want to overstep, but you know you can come to any of us about anything. These guys–” he gestured at the house. “They care. I care. Sam, especially. He really–”

“He is the issue,” you blurted out, cutting him off.

Jake shut his mouth, rocking his chair back and looking into the fire, processing your outburst. “So…” he trailed off, clearly not sure how to proceed.

“I just can’t figure him out.”

“You did only just meet him a month ago,” Jake countered. “Just give it some time. Don't let one fight taint your entire image of him.”

You were quickly painting yourself into a corner with this line of discussion. You couldn't exactly tell him why you were upset, without a full declaration of your love for Sam. “You’re right.”

“He’s smart. Smarter than anyone else I know. Guys like that can be a bit confusing.” He gave you a small smile. “Just let it go, whatever you’re still mad at him about. Your whole world doesn’t have to fall apart over one argument.”

You wished that this was something so simple, something you could just let go of.

“You need a sippy cup for that?” He pointed at the drink in your hand, still mostly full.

“Yeah, actually,” you giggled. “A princess crown too.”

For just a little while, Jake was able to make you forget all about the pain that still throbbed in your heart. Your typical worries washed away with every sip of the drinks he made you as the minutes turned into hours. You watched as all types of ghouls, monsters, and characters shuffled around the fire. The occasional couple in matching outfits would sometimes come by, and you had to avert your eyes every time, your mind drifting to the other half of your angel-devil getup that was wandering around the house somewhere.

Sam made an appearance at one point, sitting right next to you. Jake gave him a side-eyed look, glancing between you and him a few times, but he kept his mouth shut. You were a bit nervous he would leave the two of you alone. You weren’t sure you could handle that right now. Just looking into Sam’s eyes was enough, you didn’t want any more than that. He could sense it, you were certain. Something had shifted, and the air between you was thicker now. Conversation between the two of you was brief and clipped.

When he finally walked off with some guys you’d never seen before, things felt different. Jake was gazing at you intensely, giving you that same look he’d given you at the first party. Looking at you like he could eat you alive.

“You know,” he began, leaning a bit closer to you. “We never finished our conversation from the other week.”

You wracked your brain trying to recall what he was talking about, visibly lost.

“So would you be mad if I was?”

His words seemed like complete gibberish at first. But when he raked his eyes over your body, it came rushing back in like a tide, a knot forming in the pit of your stomach and your legs crossing a little tighter. That had been his response when you’d asked him if he was flirting with you.

“Not at all.” You said it with no hesitation, not a doubt in your mind. He was enchanting in a way you couldn’t describe even with a thousand metaphors.

He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture that reminded you deeply of a certain someone. If you couldn’t have him, then you’d take the next best thing. The thought felt evil, dirty, sickening, even. That you were even considering the one thing you knew would hurt him more than anything else…it wasn't like you.

As if right on cue, the yard became eerily silent. Something had drawn the crowd inside for now, and it was just the two of you, a group quietly passing a joint in the opposite corner of the yard, and the crackling of the fire. His hand came to rest on your thigh, just below where the stockings were wrapped in a neat little white bow. It was there for comfort, but the warmth of his palm singed your skin and sent flames raging through your body. Your stomach dropped, and you wondered how a man could make you have such a reaction to such a simple, innocent touch.

“You okay with this?” He asked.

Whether he meant his advances, or his fingers burning right through your skin to the bone, was not clear to you.

You would lie to yourself every chance you'd get, but you weren’t stupid. Jake was clearly into you. The tension was palpable now that the two of you were alone, if only just for a moment. You were a perfect level of drunk at this point. Still lucid, but your inhibitions dulled to just the right level. “I’m fine, but…this costume,” you whined. “It’s so uncomfortable.”

Jake looked at you with a fire in his eyes that could scorch you, so intense you averted your gaze. It was like he had grown bigger, eclipsing everything in your vision. He burned brighter than the fire that illuminated his stunning features in a brilliant orange. “Is that so?”

You nodded.

“What a shame it would be if someone took it off.” His tone implied that he was joking, but the look on his face said quite the opposite.

“Yeah,” you giggled. “I look so nice, I can’t imagine what I would look like with less clothes.” Flirting, especially the kind you were doing now, wasn’t something you did often. In fact, you weren’t sure you’d ever done this kind of thing before.

He tilted his head at you, raising an eyebrow. “Is the little angel trying to ask me something?”

“Am I not making it obvious enough?”

You knew the gravity of the choice you were making. This would be a secret you could not keep forever, actions you wouldn’t be able to take back. None of that mattered anymore, though. There was one man you truly, unequivocally wanted, and he was not yours. He would never be yours. If he wanted you, he would be the one next to you right now.

“Plenty obvious, dear lady.” He belted the words in an accent you’d heard a few times before. “Come with me.”

“I expected something a bit more romantic from you, Jakey.”

He smiled at you, but the fire never left his eyes. “I don’t think I need to seduce you any further. Shut up and follow me.”

You felt dazed, completely out of your body as he took your hand in his and rushed you through the house and up into his room. Before you had time to come back down to reality your back was pressed up against a door and Jake was mere inches from your face, eyes piercing straight through you, his hand wrapped around the back of your neck. He pulled off the headband that held a halo to your head, tossing it away somewhere behind him. So sickeningly poetic, an obnoxiously obvious metaphor.

“You’re sure you want this?” He asked, drawing a bit closer.

You weren’t completely sure of anything anymore. The one thing you knew was that this was real, he was here, and those gorgeous eyes were staring right through you. Eyes you saw in many dreams. You’d been holding back from running your fingers through his hair all night, and it had now become impossible to deny the way he made you feel. Your heart raced, blood rushing through your veins at an impossible speed. He smelled different this time, some different type of cologne. Yet there was still the underlying scent of him, of Jake.

He leaned forward and you were certain your insides turned to ice water when his lips met the side of your neck, placing a delicate kiss there. “I won’t take the most intense fuck-me eyes I’ve ever seen in my life as an answer, angel. Speak.”

“Yes.”

“I need more than that.”

“Jake, please…” you whined, drawing a gasp when his teeth raked across your skin. “Please just…just touch me.”

His fingers snaked up into your hair, giving a gentle tug to the side as he finally bit down on your neck. A soft moan escaped your lips as he sucked bruises into your skin. You knew you should stop him, tell him he can’t, people will see if he marks you up. But you just didn’t care anymore, and it felt far too good to stop him. So what. Let them see.

He wrapped his arms around you, walking you back towards the bed before almost throwing you onto it. He practically ripped his shirt off, throwing it to some dark corner of the room. He put a knee up on the bed beside you, and you leaned back as he leaned forward, until your little wings touched the mattress. He was crouched over you, silhouetted by the lamp light behind him. You were suddenly very aware of how quickly you were breathing.

“You alright?”

“Jesus, how many times do I have to say yes?”

“My name is Jake, actually. And I just want to make sure you’re happy, little angel.” He gave you such a sweet smile you thought your heart would burst right then and there.

“I couldn't be any happier right now.”

He descended onto your bare collarbones, biting against your skin with perfect pressure. You couldn't say a word, only gasp and whine under him. It felt too fucking good to finally have him like this.

You weaved your fingers through his hair, tugging at it gently, pulling him away from your neck. He moved willingly under your touch, more than you expected. You arched your back and reached for the zipper that held your costume around yourself, but his fingers wrapped around your forearms, squeezing just a bit too hard.

“Keep it on.”

“But–”

“I said keep it on. Did you not hear me, or are you choosing not to listen?”

Your heart skipped a beat, and he took your stunned silence as a chance to lean forward. There was a pause when your lips brushed. This was it, this was the point of no return. When you would awake from a dream where Jake had been right where he was now, sweat drenching your sheets and a throbbing between your legs, this was the thing you swore you would never do. This was the line you swore you would never cross, for fear of hurting Sam. None of that mattered anymore. He didn’t want you. He fought with you. He yelled at you. The line disappeared, and you crossed it without a doubt in your mind.

You pulled Jake in, unceremoniously, and your lips crashed together. He was soft, gentle, he moved with you. Your grip tightened in his hair when he sucked your bottom lip between his teeth, giving it a gentle bite. You pulled him away from your lips and he went with ease, staring at you with wide eyes.

He seemed so compliant, so eager to please you. You ran your thumb over his lips, and you couldn't help but envision him buried between your thighs. And as if he could read your mind, he began to crawl down the length of you, leaving kisses wherever his mouth could reach. He rested his head against your thigh, eyes flicking between you and the fabric draped across your lap. Like he was preparing himself.

“Jake…” You shifted your hips, growing desperate for some kind of touch.

He shushed you, trailing his fingers up your bare leg, just barely grazing the skin, making you shudder. “Wanna take my time.”

Painfully slowly, he pushed your skirt out of the way, the fabric gathering around your hips, your lacey panties on full display now. You propped yourself up onto your elbows to get a better look at him, though the sight of him there was almost too much to bear.

“You look soaked already. All I’ve done is kiss you, sweet girl.” A grin spread across his face as he met your eyes. “You need me that bad, huh?”

“Obviously,” you whined.

He ran his thumb across the fabric of your panties, gently pulling them to one side. He ran a finger through your folds, staring at you like you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid eyes on. “All for me?” he breathed.

“All for you.”

He tore your panties off as quickly as he could, and slid a finger into you, and you felt completely breathless, dropping back down against the sheets. He moved masterfully, working you open, playing with you like you were a little toy for him.

“Oh fuck, Jake…” you stuttered over your words, every syllable a whimper.

“Louder, angel.”

You looked down at him, his eyes blazing into yours, dark and hungry.

“But they'll hear–”

“Let them.” He dropped down, laving his tongue over your clit, and you couldn’t stop the choked oh, god that fell from your lips.

“I can’t, that's so…” you couldn't finish your sentence, your words interrupted by gasping moans that you bit back, mortified by the idea of anyone hearing you.

“I’ll just have to make you louder, then.” He spoke the words pressed against you, the vibrations of his lips making you writhe. You tangled a hand in his hair, unconsciously pushing him closer against you.

“You’ve been driving me crazy all fucking night,” he growled between licks of your clit. “I waited long enough to hear you.”

You had to bite the back of your hand to keep quiet when he added a second finger, curling them in just the right way, your other hand grabbing onto his hair for dear life.

“I didn’t even do anything,” you whined, sounding downright pathetic.

“Really?” He pressed his thumb against your clit in the absence of his tongue, sending a shiver through your body. “The whole night you were staring at me like you couldn’t wait for this.” He brought his tongue back to your clit, drawing a needy whine.

He was good at this, finding every spot you loved so quickly, testing different movements and angles, figuring out what made you moan the loudest or grab his hair the hardest. You were quickly unraveling beneath him.

“You want me to fuck you?” He asked, his mouth still against you.

“Isn’t that what we’re doing?”

He pulled away from you, looking up at you with those wide eyes that made you feel insane, his fingers still moving. Your own wetness was smeared across his lips, his mouth curled up in a sly smile. “You know what I mean.”

You barely gave it a second thought before you whispered out a quiet “yes.”

“What was that, baby?”

You repeated yourself, gasping out the word a bit louder this time.

He brought himself up onto his knees, placing one hand on the side of your head, looming over you while his fingers still worked you perfectly. “I need more than that.”

All of this, the talking, the way his voice was a bit more raspy than normal, the way his hair hung down into his face, it was all too much. You were rushing towards your peak far too fast, the buildup far too long, and the feeling must have reflected in your face a bit too clearly.

“Are you gonna cum? Already?” He said it so cocky, so snarky, with almost a laugh behind it. Like he couldn’t believe his eyes.

You nodded, words becoming impossible to form, your eyes slipping shut as your back arched off the bed.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

You looked at him through half-lidded eyes, barely able to take in his dreamlike appearance. “Jake…” you whined, reaching for him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He let you pull him closer, brushing his lips against yours as he collapsed onto you. “Yes, baby?” You could feel his lips curl into a grin and he tasted like you.

You couldn’t find words, only choked moans came out of you as the heel of his hand pressed against your clit. You were so close, holding yourself back, for what reason you weren’t entirely sure.

“Go on, do it.”

Just those simple words of coaxing were enough to send you crashing over the edge, a sound coming out of you that you didn't even know you could make. Your teeth latched onto his collarbones, biting and sucking at his skin and earning you a few soft moans from his lips.

“That’s it…good girl.” He whispered into your ear in a way that made you shiver and twist your fingers into the fabric of his shirt, your entire body on fire. It felt like it would never end, his words prolonging every sensation as he talked you through it, with words of praise and filthy commands. “Keep going, angel, doesn’t that feel good?” He asked as you started to curl in on yourself, trying to tuck your knees to your chest. Whatever he was doing to you right now, nobody had ever done before.

It felt like the longest orgasm you’d had in your life, and you wouldn’t be surprised if it was. When he felt you’d had enough, and you started reaching for his wrist to pull it away, he finally relented, slowing and eventually stopping. As you came down, he pulled back, looking into your eyes with that fiery gaze that pierced right through you. He needed the same thing, and god did it have you throbbing all over again.

“Fuck me,” you whispered.

In one fluid motion he pulled away and flipped you over, yanking your hips up and putting a hand on the small of your back to hold you down. You yelped, surprised he was able to just…throw you around like that. The sound of his belt clinking behind you was erotic enough to draw a small moan out of you. Then the sensation of him dragging himself over your core – you nearly collapsed back down onto the bed.

“Don’t worry, angel. Gonna fuck you nice and sweet.”

You buried your face in the sheets to hide the agonized groan that ripped out of you as he pressed into you. He filled you so perfectly, in a way nobody else ever had. And then he just…stopped. He leaned down over you, his forehead resting against your back.

“Jakey–” the nickname slipped out unconsciously. “Please move, please–”

“Patience, angel.” You could feel his chest rising and falling with shaky, quick breaths.

You made a pleading, desperate sound, tightening yourself around him and trying to rock your hips back against him.

“Oh, don’t fucking do that,” he growled.

You needed this for longer, needed him as long as you could possibly have him. You felt a pressing need to be good for him.

He pulled his hips back, and snapped them forward again, sending stars across your vision. You clawed at the sheets, downright unholy sounds escaping you as he settled into a rhythm.

His hands roamed over your body until one of them landed on your lower stomach, just below your navel. He pulled you closer with that hand, adding just a bit of pressure in just the right place. “I’m right there, baby. You feel it?”

You whimpered, your mind scattered in every direction – you weren't used to this kind of dirty talking. Of course you could feel him, impossibly deep, taking up every square inch of you. “Yeah, I do,” you choked out, each word punctuated by a gasp.

“You’re taking it so good, sweet girl.” His hand wandered a bit lower, grazing across your clit, just enough to make you buck your hips, but he gave you no more than that light touch.

“More, please,” you gasped, trying to draw deeper breaths to keep yourself grounded. But he knocked the wind out of you with every thrust of his hips.

He clicked his tongue and murmured a pitying aww. “Does my sweet angel need something?”

“I need to see you, please, I want to–”

Before you could finish your sentence he was spinning you around to face him, practically throwing you down onto the bed. The ease at which he could manhandle you was stunning.

You clawed at his chest as he guided himself back into you, and you were certain you’d leave scratch marks on his skin. His expression as he did so was something that you felt burn into the back of your mind, something you would never forget. Like a song lyric you couldn’t stop replaying in your mind. His jaw slack, his upper lip curled up just a bit in something like a sneer, his brows knitted together, his head tilted slightly to the right, as if he was trying to get a better view.

It felt gentler now. The rush and frenzy of it all had worn off, and he moved slowly and deliberately. When his eyes met yours, the sensations caught up with your mind, and a brick wall of bliss crashed against you. You dragged your nails down his chest, your back arching off the bed when he bottomed out inside you.

“Is that better?” The smirk on his face alone was enough to make you tighten around him.

“Much better,” you sighed.

He settled into a rhythm again, one hand wrapped around your thigh and the other gripping the top of the headboard. Like he was putting his body on display for you. He hadn't taken off the chains around his neck, and the amulets made a lovely clinking sound as they swung back to collide with his chest with every thrust. You lifted yourself up off the bed, trying to drape your arms over his shoulders–

He pushed you back down with a hand against your chest. He shifted, his hands coming to rest on either side of you.

“I want to be closer to you,” you whined, like a spoiled brat.

“I want to watch you.”

You pouted, wrapping your arms around his neck once again and trying to pull yourself up. But something held you back.

“You’re pinned, angel.”

It clicked – he was holding you down by your wings. The tiny bits of feather and fabric and wire strapped tightly around your shoulders. You wriggled under his grip, desperately trying to pull away, trying to get just a little closer to him, needing to feel more of him on you.

“You were taking it so good, baby,” he groaned. “Why all the fuss now?”

“Need you.” You tried to speak the words, but they came out as a full-fledged moan. It was almost embarrassing how needy you sounded.

His expression twisted into a cruel smile. “Need you,” he mimicked the way you’d moaned it, almost perfectly. “I need you to let me fuck you the way I know you’ll like it.”

You were stunned into silence, only able to take small sips of air through his thrusts.

But he mimicked that too. “You sound so pretty. I figured you would.” He always had a way of rendering you speechless.

All of his words, the perfect angle of his hips, the way you were pinned down, all of it was leading to a cliff edge you knew so well, the tension in your body rising to a level you didn’t think possible. It almost scared you a bit, and Jake must have read the fear in your eyes, from the way he grinned.

“Is the pretty angel gonna cum for me?”

You nodded frantically, words evading you.

“You didn’t ask permission first.”

Your eyes rolled back, your jaw dropping open in stunned silence at his words. Ask permission?

You managed to mumble out a “please” between moans.

“Nowhere near good enough,” he hissed. “Try again, or I’ll stop.” He wasn’t joking either, his hips slowing their pace, angling just away from your clit.

Every ounce of inhibition you had left went out the window at that moment, your eyes locking with his “Please, Jake, please, can I cum, sir? Please, I'm trying to be so good for you–” The words rushed out faster than your brain could process what you were saying.

He seemed to break a bit, his hips snapping forward harder than before. His hand came up to wrap around your throat, his fingers placed perfectly on top of your veins. “Say it again.”

“Please, sir,” you sobbed, feeling a tear roll down your cheek. “I can’t– I can’t wait any longer–”

“Since you asked so nicely.” He pressed himself against you again, grinding his hips into your clit, and it only took a moment before you were cascading off the edge into the abyss. It felt like falling, your entire body tightening all at once, before you burst into sheer bliss, a smile gracing your lips as Jake’s hand tightened around your throat just right. Through your clipped breaths you called his name, not a thought in your mind about who may hear.

Through your daze of pleasure, you could hear his voice, sweet and soft in your ear, talking you through it. “That’s it baby, cum for me, I’m right there with you,” before his words devolved into groans so sweet they could rot your teeth. You could feel him pulsing inside you, filling you, spilling out of you onto the sheets.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, his hand slipping off your neck to stroke the side of your face, brushing away the tears that gathered on your cheeks. He collapsed down onto his forearms, breathing heavily, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

Your voice came out of you cracked and broken, still the whisper of a moan on your tone. “Did you…”

“Yeah. I did. Fuck, I’m sorry.” He shook both of your bodies with silent laughter. “I swear I didn’t mean to. Are you…”

“Yes. Don’t worry.”

“Oh, I’m going to.”

You giggled, a pure, clean sound that cut through the fog of tension in the room. “I forgot how good that feels.” You started to tremble, wrapping your shaking hands around him. “They definitely heard me, by the way.” You could hear laughter and conversation from the floor below – there was no chance they didn’t hear you shouting his name.

“Whatever.”

You laughed again, raising an arm to run your fingers through his hair, now damp with sweat. “That was…” you couldn't find the words to describe it.

“Too rough?” He propped himself up to look at you. “You look a mess.”

You could imagine it, mascara running down your face, hair disheveled, costume wrecked. “Perfect,” you smiled.

“Really.” He planted a kiss on the tip of your nose. “Glad to hear it.” Looking you up and down, he heaved a sigh. “You’re leakin’ on my sheets, though.”

“Sorry, sir.” You crossed your legs and shot him a smirk.

He narrowed his eyes at you, a smile dancing on the corners of his lips. “Let me grab you something to clean up.”

“Not gonna do it yourself?” You teased as he rolled off the bed, pulling on a pair of sweatpants.

“What, you want me to eat it out of you? There’s a three course meal in there right now.” He shot you a look over his shoulder, and you felt a blush creep into your cheeks.

“So vulgar.”

“Nah, just rock and roll.” He tossed you a towel and you cleaned yourself up the best that you could, before rolling over to haul yourself out of bed. You stood on wobbly knees, a dizziness suddenly crashing down over you, like your mind had forgotten you were still drunk until this moment. Jake was there in an instant, his arms hooking under yours to keep you on your feet.

“Careful now.”

He helped guide you into the bathroom as a content daze washed over you.

“Shout if you need anything,” he said in a hushed tone, letting go of you and retreating from the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Emotions you hadn’t felt in far too long rushed together through your mind all at once as you sat down on the toilet. You hadn’t had time for sex in college. Too focused on your degree, too focused on your future, you had no interest in pursuing any of the men on campus. But maybe this is what you’d been missing this whole time. This was the piece of you that you’d been stifling, holding down. The reason you couldn’t seem to forget about Sam.

For now, you could push him out of your mind, the space he’d been taking up now replaced with Jake. And that horrible, nauseating feeling of butterflies you got around Sam didn’t happen when you saw Jake. He was safe. This was platonic, this was no-strings-attached, just a good time between two friends-of-friends.

You were suddenly very aware of how uncomfortable your costume was. You threw it off in a hurry, standing naked in front of the mirror, pondering your own reflection. He’d left a few rosy bruises on your collarbones and your neck. Your fingers brushed across them, the sight of being claimed making you throb, just a bit.

Are you sore? From fucking my brother? Sam’s words echoed through your mind at an alarming volume.

I wasn’t then. But I am now.

A knock at the door startled you out of your haze.

“You okay in there?” Jake’s voice called through the wood.

“Yeah.” Your voice was broken and hitched. “I need clothes though.”

He opened the door and you quickly covered yourself with a yelp. He was holding a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt in his hand.

“I’ve already seen it all. You don’t have to hide it,” he chuckled. “Put these on.”

You did as he said, noticing the warm scent of vanilla that drifted off his clothes.

“I would offer to drive you home, but I…don’t think I should drive.”

You shook your head. The idea of being alone after that was an unpleasant one at best.

“You can sleep here, if you want.”

“I’d like that very much.”

He grabbed your hand and led you back over to his bed. He’d already made it back up neatly, the covers turned down, the room softly illuminated by only a small lamp in the corner. It didn’t feel intrusive to be here, it felt like home.

“I’m gonna go see how the guys are doing. You get some rest, alright angel?”

You crawled under the covers, your body immediately relaxing, releasing the tension you didn’t realize you’d been holding onto. “Alright,” you mumbled, eyes half-lidded.

You were nearly asleep before he even left the room.

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getosbunsblog · 1 year

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Levi NSFW alphabet

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

He lays there, you leaned against his chest. Plays with your hair or you play with his. Talk about video games and then go for a bath

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

He likes his hair and horns. He just thinks they look cool. You, he can’t get enough of every single part of you, he feels lucky you even notice him. But if he had to pick I feel like he’s a neck guy. He just loves looking at your neck and collarbones and imagining marking them up with love bites

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

I THINK HIS CUM HAS GLITTER, yes you heard me glitter. I think it has a blue iridescent shine to it. Which makes it look really pretty when it drips out of your hole

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

Hentai? Not after he met you. Definitely jerks off to you and your pictures you post on social media. I don’t think he even likes hentai that much anymore because he can probably only get off to you. We all know he’s a big fat pervert so maybe he takes sneaky pics of up your skirt or you changing, for scientific reasons.

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

He’s SOOOOO difficult. Idk if he’s a virgin, but homie is definitely lacking experience. He’s like hella old tho. So he probably isn’t a virgin. But again, still lacking a ton of experience

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

You riding but he moves your hips. He has a control issue and he always needs to be in some kind of control. Also doggy. He loves doggy. He will destroy your organs with his cocks in doggy

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

He’s so serious that it’s comical, like if you so much as smile in a goofy way he gets so insecure and insulted

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

Blue pubes. And idk man. He might be waxed…..

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

He’s not great at intimacy but he enjoys it and loves the feeling of you being there emotionally as well as physically

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He takes your panties and sniffs them to get off. He wraps them around his painful erections and strokes himself up and down pretending you’re there with him

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He likes being degraded. But he still doms, but he also does some degrading back at you. “I can’t believe you’re letting someone like me fuck you” and “you must be a real easy slut if a gross shut in can get in your pants”

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bed and his bean bag. The tub is a little bit inconvenient

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

Jealouslyyyy, is like the biggest one. If u even laugh at mammon he wants to claim you. He’s can’t stand it when you talk to others. Especially lord diavolo. He’s just so perfect and him and Levi are so different

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

Not hurting you, light hair pulling but he cannot bring himself to even lay a finger on you in a violent manner, he refuses. Even if you beg for it, nope. He’s just too infatuated with you to hurt you.

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

He has that snake tongue man, he’s a god at oral. Like better than he is at video games. When you go down on him tho, he takes a while to get comfy. He might cover his face the first few times, but after he knows you aren’t gonna judge him, he’s all cool with being loud and taking his hand away from his face

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

Depends. He most definitely enjoys just having you sit on him and cock warm him, but if you talked with mammon too much that day, or didn’t respond to his text quick enough he will find you. And when he does he’s pumping in and out of you so fast.

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

Eh. He feels indifferent to them. He would prefer to take him sweet ass time, but hey he’s not gonna stop u

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

Jealousy. He will make sure you’re extra loud when he pounds you in his room but he’s not to fond of doing it outside of his or your room. He doesn’t like the risk of someone else seeing you like that

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

Sadly I think he has the second lowest stamina out of his brothers (after belphie ofc) and that’s not always a bad thing. He’s still a demon and still has a ton of stamina compared to you

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

A fleshlight. He he got one that has your skin tone and everything. He’ll use them during fun time. But u have to bring the extra things. He’ll let you do whatever you want. Or if u want him to do anything to you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Horribly inpatient. Not a tease at all. Not slick enough and not enough skill with the ladies. He might try sometimes but he’ll just get embarrassed immediately. Then u need to tend to his wounds

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

He’s the one person louder than mammon. Literally whimpers, moans, yells. The whole nine yards. Even if he’s dominant. He still whimpers and moans like he’s the one getting his insides rearranged

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

Idkkkk I know SUB LEVI is a big thing but I think he’s just a shy soft dom, maybe he’ll want you to dom him and degrade him sometimes but he stays in charge for 90% of what happens. Ahem I also am a firm believer in panty stealer levi

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

TWO DICKS. You heard me, two. I think the lower one is 8.5 and the top one is 9.5 roughly. And in his demon form the tip becomes a dark blue

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

He’s so ducking horny, you breathe, he’s hard. You bend over, he’s hard. You say his name in a sweet tone, he’s hard for hours. He’s a total perv. He’s just a shy little perv.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not fast. You’re long asleep before he even does. He’s probably playing on his Nintendo switch lol

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harper-collins · 4 months

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Cold Winter's Night [Christmas Special]

Ship: Scarian (Scar x Grian) Type: Fluff No Real Warnings, it's just mostly fluff with a bit of nervousness sprinkled in there The way Hotguy / Cuteguy and the general world are displayed is inspired by this blog, please go check them out and read all the comics, it's amazing! Enjoy!

It’s cold, and Cuteguy was painfully aware of that. His wings had fluffed up and the few small patches of feathers across his body were doing their best to keep the warmth in, but there was no avail when he was going around, building to building, working. Hotguy was close on his tail, especially as they were supposed to be working together tonight, but he just wanted to get home in time for Scar.

Hotguy was blissfully unaware of Cuteguy’s plans, for he had plans of his own, they were both unaware however, that they were only leaving one another to meet each other later that evening. Not that either of them was aware of this simple fact at all. As Cuteguy landed on the roof of another building, his wings circling him to keep him warm, Hotguy followed soon after, using his skills to follow quickly after the avian.

“Woah, bit fast today aren’t we birdy?” Hotguy joked, making sure that he had good balance as he comfortably stood across from the other. In reality, this was a bit less of a joke, but the other had said it as a joke regardless. “I-It’s just- It’s Christmas Eve, and I have plans tonight,” Cuteguy grumbled back, taking a moment to warm up and catch his breath as he evaluated anything he needed to do for the rest of the evening.

“Ooooh, have a date do we? Or perhaps family?” Hotguy asked, teasing him about it easily. Cuteguy flushed a little but otherwise didn’t say anything, he just moved to look over the area and then at the time. “Ah- It’s almost 9 pm, ‘bout time to leave you alone,” he instead replied, giving a grin to the other. “Aha! Same for me, not too late for me tonight! But you do make it sound like you don’t like me birdy,” Hotguy singsonged, grinning to himself as he stared almost lovingly at the other.

Cuteguy blushed as his wings fluffed up even further at that statement, only proving the other’s statements true - to an extent of course. “It’s not like that! You… You’re not the worst person I’ve worked with, but I usually don’t like working with others! It’s just, difficult,” he vaguely explained himself. Despite not doing a good job of it, Hotguy understands what the other is trying to say anyway, but he tries to make it out as if he completely misunderstood.

“So you’re saying you like me?” He asked, getting a little closer. Cuteguy doesn’t notice it at first, so he only groans and covers his eyes with his hand. “Of course not like that you silly little!-” He cut himself off, trying to come up with a safe word that also explained his emotions, but he only came up short. “Silly little?” Hotguy prompted, grinning silly. He was having way too much fun with the other, and it was obvious.

“Ugh, you know what? Let’s just forget about it, I take it back, I said nothing, let’s move on!” Cuteguy said, his voice speaking with finality as he scrunched up his note in that cute way that Hotguy had recently come to enjoy. The other hummed a little as he took another little step forward, and this time, the other noticed. He realised that the gap between them was slowly decaying, but he tried to ignore it.

Sometimes Hotguy had been either a little pushy or a bit clingy at times when they were outside of battle, to the point he had to fly off of a building one time to get the other to let go of him. Cuteguy wasn’t one to admit he enjoyed a bit of clinginess from partners, but he didn’t like it from work partners, and Hotguy was indeed a work partner, and nothing more. No, the only crush or any semblance of a crush Cuteguy held was on Scar, his loveable friend. The goofy, enjoyable and charismatic guy he’d known from childhood.

Not Hotguy.

“Awwww, why won’t you tell me? Surely it’s something you would wanna say, maybe use to make me jealous or something,” Hotguy persisted, grinning helplessly to himself. He knew he wouldn’t get jealous, but if that idea gave Cuteguy the impression that he could flaunt his secrets, then it would just make him all the happier. Cuteguy didn’t take it like that, however.

Hotguy took another step forward. “I said that we ought to forget about it, so I elect we change the subject,” he snapped, but there was no bite to his words. The other made a soft chuckle as he slowly took another step forward. It was blindingly obvious to Cuteguy now how close the other was. There had been quite a bit of space, but now he could see the other’s breath in the cold, winter weather. He could almost feel it against his hair, but he didn’t say anything.

Not a word about the closeness, how uncomfortable it might be, or even the weirdness of being so close to the other. Not a word. Hotguy took this as a minor success and shuffled a little closer. Instead of ignoring it like he had been trying to do, Cuteguy instead stared at him for a long moment. First, his hair looked fluffy to the touch, the beautiful brown locks, he’d felt tempted to touch them for a while now, just like Scar’s, but there was no way in hell he ever would.

He then brought his eyes a little further down to the other’s eyes, those wonderful green eyes about him. Shifting slightly as they watched Cuteguy carefully, as if trying to look into his soul, but he wasn’t quite there yet. Trying to avoid further eye contact, he flicked down to his lips, those plush, stunning lips. It almost made him want to close the gap that Hotguy had closed mostly himself. Luckily, or unluckily, even if Cuteguy wasn’t too sure whether he wanted to close it or not, Hotguy did it for him.

One moment his eyes were open, watching as his work partner kissed him on the lips, and then the next moment he was lost in the feeling, closing his eyes and pushing on those wonderful lips of his. The feeling was immense, vibrant, immaculate. He could feel the other’s hands gripping his own hair, and he was suddenly struggling to find something for his hands to grip as well.

And then, all too soon, Cuteguy inwardly thought, it was over. The two separated, panting for breath as they both took time to digest what had just happened. Cuteguy— No, Grian’s head was a whirlwind, and his fight or flight was beginning to set in. Kissing Hotguy? Someone he didn’t even know? He took a step back, staring at the other for a moment as he stared longingly back.

“Birdy, wait—” He shouted, just as Grian began to turn. He didn’t even try waiting for the other to explain himself either, he jumped off of the building and began to fly, fly away from the situation. What had he just done? He wasn’t in a relationship with anyone, not even Scar, but it felt as though he’d just cheated on him regardless. He covered his mouth, his cheeks reddening as he mindlessly brought himself back to his own house.

“I just— I just need to calm down,” he mumbled to himself, slowing down a little as he finally started to look around at his surroundings. He wasn’t far away from his house and if he checked his watch… Oh yes, most definitely late for Scar. Grian knew that they were both fashionably late people, but he just hoped that Scar would be considerably later than he usually would, just so he could calm himself down from what had just happened.

Hotguy, on the other side of the coin, had a lump in his throat. He hadn’t moved an inch since he’d stepped back from that wonderful kiss with his little birdy. Well, he wasn’t his per se, but he wished for it more than he’d like to admit. He only began to move when the cold weather began to get quite biting and he had to. He jumped off of the building and quickly ran to his house in the snow. After all, he had to get dressed out of his outfit now that he should have been most definitely out of work.

Once he did arrive back at his own place and began to take his outfit off, Scar realised the time, and suddenly everything was a rush. He was late! Late for the evening with Grian! His good friend had offered for them to stay together on Christmas Eve due to not really having anyone else. He had wanted to ask the same thing of Cuteguy, but Grian had gotten to him first. Not that he minded, he wasn’t ever going to cancel on Grian for a crush, it was just a little… Disappointing at times.

When he finally sorted himself out and half-wrapped his present for the other, he managed to get there quickly. He was around 45 minutes late… But he’d been later, and he was sure that Grian had been expecting some lateness to an extent. After all, the other was usually late to his own events. Scar fervently knocked on the door, happily awaiting for his dear friend to open it.

It took a moment or two, but Grain eventually got to the door. He was still flushed from earlier, but the ever-oblivious Scar didn’t notice a thing about the slightly odd appearance the other gave. How his jumper wasn’t fully pulled down, and that his hair was a mess. It was as though he’d only just gotten dressed. But the other just smiled at Grian and offered a hug.

“Grian! Merry Christmas, I hope you’re keeping warm,” he said, his energy still radiating from earlier. He nodded a little, his gaze averted from Scar’s eyes. The other paid no attention though, and walked through the doorway and into the living room. “Well uh– Guessing you got held back by something?” Grian asked, closing the door behind Scar and turning around to see the other already sitting down.

“Something like that, hey Gri, did you know that your house is covered by snow? Isn’t that amazing?” He asked, his childish wonder bristling with light. Grian could only chuckle in response as he sat himself down. “I’m sure it is Scar, just to note, I didn’t have enough time to cook anything, so things that I was going to cook, are now in the oven… Everything else is here,” He motioned to the coffee table. It had a wide range of goodies.

From savoury snacks to chocolate goodies, there was a little bit of everything on Grian’s table. Scar gasped at all of them and took a few things without even thinking about it. He hadn’t really had time to eat at home, nor before his shift at Hotguy, so he was starving now he was staring at a large amount of food. Grian merely chuckled as he watched his friend dive into the food.

“One moment Scar,” he suddenly said, moving away from his friend and into the kitchen. The other paid him no mind, however, and continued to eat at a quick pace. The male hurriedly went to the kitchen to bring things out of the oven. It also gave Grian a moment to recollect himself. He was sure that Scar hadn’t seen anything out of place with him, which was more of a relief than it should have been.

Sighing a little, he fixed his jumper, sorted out his unkempt hair a little, and fixed his glasses. Once he had been sorted out and looked a little more presentable, he put the food into nice little trays and brought them into the living room, where Scar had mostly resigned himself to staring at the food instead of eating it. The other hummed a little as he wearily watched his cru— friend.

When he finally sat down, Scar turned to him with a smile, watching his friend carefully. Now that the male had calmed down, he took a full account of how his friend looked. He looked a lot better than earlier, but his face was still quite flushed. Scar finally decided to take interest in this and to show he took interest, he leaned a little further towards Grian, not really taking into account that people had personal space.

“So, what’s gotten you all flushed tonight? Had some alcohol whilst waiting for me?” Scar asked, his smile turning lopsided as he watched the other with contentment. Grian avoided eye contact as he shook his head a little. “No, I haven’t had any alcohol,” he replied, keeping his explanation short. Scar hummed a little and watched the other carefully, thinking of other things that might make his good friend blush.

“Has someone embarrassed you?” He asked earnestly, moving back a little. Grian appreciated the newfound personal space, even if it was small in comparison to what he felt as though he needed. “...Look, it doesn’t matter, let’s just focus on the evening,” Grian muttered, avoiding eye contact again. Scar whistled, knowing he’d found the source. He mildly thought about talking about it with the other, trying to tease him more… But with the way Grian was trying to avoid the conversation… It was probably a bad idea.

And that was how the first half of their evening went. They did their little Christmas unwrapping (and Grian jokingly commented on the bad wrapping courtesy of Scar) and settled down to watch a movie, a Christmassy one, despite neither of them really enjoying Christmas movies at all. One thing they’d unusually found enjoyment in was watching those TV shows that showcased houses or the construction of a house.

But, that was not on their list tonight, as there were only a few hours left until it was Christmas day. The two stayed on two separate parts of the couch, neither touching, and neither really making much conversation throughout the movie itself. There were a few questions, mainly about the movie, but other than that, there was mostly silence between them.

It gave Scar time to settle himself after the hectic day of being Hotguy, and it gave Grian some time to calm down and let the heat in his cheeks die down from the kiss from earlier. Even if that was what his thoughts kept rolling back to during the movie. By the time the movie itself had ended, Grian was perfectly settled physically, even if his mental state was like a room so messy you couldn’t see the floor.

“So, what do you want to put on next?” Grian asked casually, moving through the Christmas options. None of them really spoke out to him, so he was hoping Scar had something he wanted to watch out of their selection. After all, that was what the late-night meeting was for. The other hummed for a long moment and nonverbally asked for the remote for the TV. Grian gave it up and let the other cycle through them quietly, thinking to himself.

After around 5 minutes, it seemed as though Scar had settled on the ‘Nightmare before Christmas’, the perfect Halloween-Christmas movie, and something Grian had watched with others several times before. There was no argument against the movie, and as a result, they put it on quickly, letting it fill the silence within the room.

Yet, instead of keeping the conversation at a minimum again, Scar turned to the other momentarily before sighing and turning back to the movie. “So uh, d’you wanna talk about what was bothering you earlier?” He murmured, keeping his voice low. Grian silently cursed under his breath, feeling his cheeks redden a little again. Right after he’d gotten his little problem sorted too.

“It was—” Grian stopped himself from trying to escape the conversation again, thinking to himself about the way he could explain it without outwardly saying he had kissed Hotguy without pushing. When he eventually settled on a subtle explanation, he cleared his throat, letting the movie go on in the background.

“I just– I got kissed earlier… I don’t even know if I like them either,” he mumbled, letting Scar barely hear him, but it still got picked up on. Scar gasped a little, getting excited for the other. “Oh oh! Was it under the mistletoe? Is that why they kissed you?” He asked, his voice easily overpowering the movie with him being so excited for his friend.

“No, it was… Heat of the moment type thing,” he replied, blushing even further and keeping his eyes darted away from Scar. In reality, the way his friend was reacting made him feel bad, more because he liked his friend than anything, but the enthusiasm just confirmed his worst fears. Scar seemingly held nothing but friendly appreciation for him, and he could feel his heart slowly being eaten and shredded into little pieces.

“So… Do you like them? Who was it?” Scar asked, his eyes twinkling a little as he watched on, completely focused on his friend and friend alone. “I… Like someone else, but I don’t think they like me back,” Grian admitted, avoiding the ‘who was it’ question nicely. Despite his avoidance, however, Scar noticed and prompted the other once more.

“Uhhm… It’s not important,” he murmured, continuing to avoid eye contact. Scar only whined in response this time, however. “But– Grian! I’d tell you if I was bamboozled by someone kissin’ me, please!” He went on, trying to encourage the other to ‘fess’ up. This went on for quite some time, even to the point where they were halfway through the movie and Grian still hadn’t told him who he’d kissed. But at this point, the dirty blonde was finally having enough of the constant questioning.

“Fine, fine! I’ll tell you,” He angrily mumbled. The other wasn’t really angry, he was just a little tired of the questioning by Scar at this point. The other waited quietly, watching on in hope and excitement. “It was Hotguy,” he mumbled, ever so quiet. Scar blinked once, twice, thrice. Hotguy?

Hotguy?

“Waitwaitwait, let me just confirm,” Scar said, his face now reddening. He sat up properly on the couch, turning to face Grian head-on. “Hotguy?” He asked, looking a little embarrassed himself now. Grian, a little curious but also very confused, nodded as the other digested this information. It was silent between them for one, two, three minutes. The only sound left was the bated breath of Grian and the whizzing of the movie next to them.

“Gri… Birdy…” Scar began, and instantly Grian shivered, knowing exactly where that term came from. “I am Hotguy,” he confessed, his cheeks burning as he stared at his work companion. At hearing the admittance, Grian felt as though cold water had drenched from all over again. Realising what it meant for work, personally and the recent events.

Scar, still a little flustered, but staring at Grian with a new sense of longing, took control of the conversation. “Well, I didn’t know who was gonna be behind that mask, but I didn’t realise that the name was so true,” he whispered, getting a little closer. Suffice it to say, the other’s face was the equivalent of a bright red Christmas light on a tree, or Rudolf’s nose on a dark, cold night.

“Oh my god Scar… We— We—,” he tried to say, stumbling through his words as he desperately tried to understand everything. The other looked quite red himself but he could only laugh at how the other was reacting. “Did you enjoy it?” He asked, whispering a little as he shuffled a little closer to the smaller. Grian took a deep breath to calm himself down a little as he tried to gain composture.

“I… I did enjoy it… I just felt so bad because I didn’t know it was… Well, you,” he shyly explained. Scar raised his eyebrows at that, grinning a little as he watched the other finally catch his eyes. “I didn’t know that you liked me in that way! I suppose that it does make sense when I really think about it though,” he murmured, glancing away from the other momentarily as he indeed, did think about it.

Grian only shook his head which only caused Scar to look back at him with a smile on his face. “Well, I do think that this is one of the best Christmas present we could get! I mean, to find out you’re Cuteguy? Awww, you should’ve said sooner!” He exclaimed, giggling to the other. Grian glanced briefly at the TV before giving the other a small smile himself.

“Yeah, I guess it is a good gift,” He said, glancing up at the other. Scar chuckled and got a little closer.

“Do you know what would be an even better gift?” He asked, his voice low and enchanting.

“What is it, Hotguy?” Grian quietly asked, watching the other carefully.

“Getting to kiss you again,”

“Are you sure?” Grian asked, frowning a little. Scar only scoffed at the reply though.

“Of course I’m sure,” he replied, getting closer to the other. All of a sudden, Grian felt heated again, the familiar feeling washing over him once again. Scar laughed a little as he brought the other’s chin closer to his and began to initiate the kiss. Even though this had only been the second time they had both experienced one another, the slip of familiarity from last time fell on them, as Scar tried to go further from a standard kiss.

Almost immediately, Grian tried to situate himself properly, with one hand grabbing the back of the other’s hair, and his other hand clutching a leg, keeping him in place. Scar kept the other close, kissing him with all the love and adoration he held for the other, and they were both drowning in their own feelings as a result. They lost track of the time, simply enjoying tasting one another as they kept going and going until they couldn’t anymore.

By the time they had to separate to breathe, they were in a completely different position than when they began. Scar was almost on top of Grian, panting as he stared down at his newfound lover, whilst Grian still appeared to be entirely disorientated from the events. Scar smiled at the other, enjoying the view as he sat the other back up, making sure he was comfortable as he blinked and came back to Earth.

“That was…”

“Wonderful?” Scar asked, a grin showing clearly on his features.

“Yeah…” Grian mumbled back, moving a little closer to Scar subconsciously.

With the film close to finishing and the clock just turned midnight, the two quietly enjoyed their quiet night together, cuddling on the couch as they finally settled for the evening. They could talk tomorrow, it wasn’t their issue now. What was important now was to keep one another close and sleep. And that is exactly what they did.

#writing #ao3 #grian #gtwscar #goodtimeswithscar #scarian #desert duo #scar x grian #kissing men #I mean they kiss twice so like #mmmm #grian is a nervous soul #and i feel like i portrayed him incorrectly #but Scar is a lovingly cocky idiot #so enjoy that ig?

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