#think about this while I drive hone

[roanniom]

I always like to hope your little drabbles might be inspired by your sweetie podcast guy 👀

Oh they kinda are inspired by him these days 👀

One for the Road

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, a whole lot of oral (f receiving)

“I like this shirt,” Eddie mumbles against your jaw, his fingers playing at the hem of your massive thrifted t shirt. You’re standing in the dappled morning sunlight warming his shitty little apartment kitchen. His hands roam your body with an urgency that belies the way he’d fucked you onto his messy sheets just thirty minutes prior.

“The day I got it I also got a Hellraiser t shirt. Huge. With a big picture of Pinhead on the chest,” you say proudly, smoothing a hand over said chest to indicate where the horror icon’s face would be. Eddie hones in on that one detail, of course, and cups your breasts through your shirt with a groan.

“Oh yeah? If it was that big did you cut the shirt up?”

You shake your head.

“No. I left it big and oversized. You know. Sexy,” you joke. Eddie nods slowly, still focusing all his attention on your tits through this particular shirt.

“Sexy. Oh yeah,” he mutters, completely distracted. He lifts the shirt slightly to reveal the feminine pair of boxers you’ve put on for your drive home. “These are fucking cute.”

“You think?” you ask, wiggling your hips cheekily.

“Yeah, I think,” mumbles against your neck before sucking on your earlobe. You go to say something else but his hand is now sliding under the waistband of your boxers. Within seconds he’s inside your panties and playing with the slick that’s gathered there.

“Eddieeee, I have to go,” you try to argue, but it turns into a gasping whine. Eddie ignores you. Or at least, he ignores your argument. He latches onto one of your nipples through your shirt and looks up at you pointedly to watch your face while he slides two fingers deep inside you. “Oh fuck…”

You don’t know how it happens. You really don’t. One minute you’d had your bag on your shoulder and you were half out the door, and in the next minute Eddie was sliding down to his knees, pushing you up against the wall at the entrance to his apartment. He pulls down your boxers and underwear before you can protest about your lateness any further, and he hooks your leg up over his shoulder before you can do more than grasp at his hair.

“Are you serious? I - oh god.”

Eddie’s mouth is on you and you should be aware of the fact that you’re moaning wantonly right by the door that leads to an inner hallway where all of his neighbors can probably hear you as they set out on their day.

Your bag starts slipping off your shoulder and the lights start flickering - he’d pushed you against the wall where the light switch is, so each time you move you find yourself clicking it on and off with your back.

“Eddie - oh. Eddie!” you try to call his attention to the awkward placement through your laughs and gasps, but he only seems vaguely annoyed by the distraction. He manhandles you over the the kitchen island and you grip at the counter, unsure what he has planned until he gets on his knees from behind you, gripping your hips and pulling your legs back apart so he can get to you with his mouth again.

“Holy fuck…” you yelp, completely overwhelmed by the stimulation. Eddie shoves two fingers deep inside of you again, thrusting and building up momentum until you find yourself forced up onto tiptoes.

You clutch at the counter and do your best to take the force of his thrusting - it feels so fucking good when he curves his fingers just like that - but you’re so overwhelmed you finally have to say something.

“Eddie. You’re making my legs shake! I can’t…” you pant.

You’re not sure what you expected him to do, but either way you’re surprised when he clambers to his feet and grabs you into his arms. Insecure and completely unused to being lifted, you let out a scream, but you’re only in the air long enough for him to deposit you onto one of the stools by the kitchen counter.

“This better for your legs?” Eddie asks, kissing your thighs while he spreads them and settles back on his knees between them.

“Yeah, I guess - Eddie!” you cry out at the feeling of his mouth on you yet again. His lips suction around your clit and he sucks. Hard. Your leg hooks over his shoulder again and your fingers thread through his hair pulling tightly as you hold on for dear life.

You don’t even have time to warn him. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train. You spasm around the fingers he’d some how managed to get back deep inside you at one point, and he laps you up as you rock your hips into his face. Thighs press into his ears while you ride out the feeling.

By the time your breathing has finally returned to normal, Eddie has already gotten up from the floor and started assembling your clothes and bag from where they’d been strewn about.

“You’re gonna be late for work, huh baby?” he asks, with the biggest shit eating grin on his face. A massive erection stands proud in his boxers and you laugh in spite of yourself, fully breathless.

“What the fuck was that, Munson?”

He leans forward to give you a kiss

“That was one for the road.”

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#I’m being silly - this one is 100% inspired by my Wednesday morning #he shocked the fuck out of me #it was fan fic behavior I was like sir what is this holy shit #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #Eddie Munson thots #eddie munson x fem!reader

[baeshijima]

— one more time

jing yuan has always considered himself to be a patient man, never failing to have a plan in mind and out of sight for unforeseeable circumstances. when it comes to matters involving you, however, he finds that he never has the time to think; not when he acts quicker than he can process.

CONTAINS : gn!reader, 1k wc, fluff, kissing, very much pining jing yuan

A/N : holds this man gently as i stare at him doing his idles with big wide eyes and tears rolling down my cheeks (also yes this is me using the "idk how to kiss" "then i will teach u" trope as an excuse to write a kissing jing yuan fic bc i am delusional and proud🐥)

when jing yuan was reciting his usual pep-talk as he made his way to your decided meet-up spot (which included, but was not limited to: stay calm, cool, and composed— the triple-c, if you will — and don't make a fool of yourself, jing yuan), he figured the cosy picnic (date) arrangement would go smoothly and without a hitch. you would be there bathed in the artificial sunlight, fingers threading through blades of grass and then you would turn at the rhythm of his footsteps, that signature grin of yours on full display as he would attempt to calm his thunderous heart from spilling saccharine confessions accumulated over the last few centuries.

like always.

but very much unlike now, it seems.

in place of the predicted events he'd conjured up beforehand, the words “i don't know how to kiss” welcome him instead. (he just barely catches himself before the picnic basket in his grip goes tumbling across the grass.)

“...what?”

“right?” you huff, seated on the grass with your arms supporting your weight while bathed in the artificial sunlight of the luofu. “i've lived for this long, and yet i have never kissed anyone! wait, or maybe it's because no one wants to kiss me... am i that unkissable?”

“no!” is the immediate rebuttal which springs forth to the tip of his tongue, but he just barely catches himself. he's planned thousands, probably millions, of ways in which he could confess to you, but the timing has never been quite right. that, or the times where he was about to confess were interrupted; sometimes by some last minute calls, other times where he just misses the timing, but usually by yanqing unceremoniously barging in between you.

this time isn't any different either, because it is simply not quite right. there's something — something imperceptible yet obvious in the back of his mind, giving him the go-ahead on the perfect time to bleed nothing but the pure, unadulterated adoration you've inflicted upon him.

this time isn't any different either, but his mind goes blank, a clarity he has never felt before driving his senses.

“i'll teach you.”

it's a sudden offer, one he doesn't really know where he got the confidence to offer it from, and yet something about your stunned expression and his unusually calm heart seems... right.

“...you know how to kiss?”

“i know more than you do,” he counters. a triumphant grin tugs the corners of his lips when your mouth instantly clams shut at his words.

he waits for your response with baited breath. will you agree? will you refuse his, painfully obvious, advance? oh god what should he do if you say no? play it off as a joke? tease you for considering it? walk away in shame and cry about it—?

“alright then,” you say, and he blinks once, twice. “it's not like i have anything to lose.”

...is this a dream?

apparently not, as he now finds himself seated in front of you with the artificial sunlight doing little to help fend off the heat blooming along his skin. your eyes are closed with your body leaning towards him in baited anticipation, but his gaze hones in on the clench-unclench of your fists and your stiff posture.

unable to contain himself, he chuckles, “someone's a little tense.”

“ugh, cut me some slack! you're my first, so of course i'm nervous.”

your first. he's your first. yours. he's yours.

it's almost like a mantra the way he repeats your words (as well as varying renditions of them), one which does little to keep his waning self-restraint intact.

with a sharp inhale, he cradles your chin between his thumb and forefinger, lifting your head slightly to align better with his. if this were him any other day, he would have merely brushed this moment off as another one of his fantasies; an untouchable perception of what he wishes could be his.

this is not any other day, however, as jing yuan is hyper-aware of your light breaths fanning against his lips, the faint brush of his nose against yours, and your familiar scent which curls into him.

you, you, you. you are all he feels, all he can think of, even more so when he finally pushes forward into your awaiting silence and slots his lips against yours. it's a perfect fit, he thinks in what little room he allows for thought when preoccupied with your overflowing warmth and the taste of you on his tongue and the sheer euphoria which bubbles up when you hold onto him in response to his hands sliding up to cup your cheeks and holding you close.

he wonders if you can feel his centuries' worth of repressed affection from this exchange — if you can feel the desperation coursing through his veins as he leans into your touch. he already knows it's impossible though, for his love runs far too deep to be conveyed in just one singular moment.

“did you get that?” there's an ache in his heart when you part for air, but it's quickly forgotten when you blindly chase after him.

“one more time,” you whisper against his lips, his heart surging up his throat at your half-dazed eyes and tightening grip on his clothes. “i think you need to show me one more time.”

his waning self-restraint snaps.

“look at me,” he whispers back, voice hoarse with pent-up desire. his hands tilt your head up, guiding your gaze to align with his once more. before you can let a word slip through it's smothered, his lips crashing onto yours in an instant as he finds himself more determined than ever to leave you breathless with his adoration and have you focus solely on him.

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[tteokdoroki]

bakugou loves to rub the head of his dick on your clit and watch your legs shake and tears pool at your water line as you beg him to put it in🥺

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, smut, overstimulation, humping, begging, edging sort of, pro hero!bakugou, fem!reader.

it’s not even that he does this to tease you — at least not intentionally. it’s just the way that you look underneath him, your lips all swollen and glossy from the exchange of messy kisses and crystal tears gathering in your eyes, you look like a fucking delight to katsuki when he’s ravaged you like this and it drives him insane. 

“please katsuki, please just put it in. i can’t,” you’ll simper and hiccup in frustration and reach out for him and he just can’t help but hoist your legs up higher over his shoulders to spread you wider and get a better view of your pretty pussy creaming at your tight little hole around nothing. katsuki swears up and down that he’s not teasing you, just getting you wet, test his own restraint, he’ll use whatever excuse he can to see you look like this a little longer. 

“mother…fucker, shit, baby…” he groans deep and loud, burning vermillion gaze honed in on the the way his flushed red tho brushed over your swelling clit to make your back arch off of his sheets. the way your shiny lips part in a delicate ‘o’ with a needy moan and your hands twitch up by your head has bakugou absolutely losing his shit — his resolve crumbling because he’s meant to be getting you nice and fucking wet before slipping is dick into you, not fighting back an orgasm from how cute you look. 

you tremble at the sound of him, look up at him through your lashes with a pout that speaks volumes of yearning — your tongue going slack behind your lips as the blonde above you circles his hips and smears his precum along your puffy folds. it’s like you’re out to kill him, calling his name with big wet bambi eyes and rolls of your sinful hips upwards to try and coax him inside. 

one of bakugou’s rough hands slip over to cover your own, squeezing it with a soft reassurance while his other hand guides his throbbing chick over the pearl between your folds — bakugou letting out a shaky moan at how sticky and slick you feel. “katsuki,” you warn him breathlessly and your thighs move up to hug his slender waist, pulling him down into you. “katsuki put it in, s’not fair anymore… ” 

“i swear ‘m not…fuck,” his moan is low, tickling the shell of your ear just as the mushroomed tip of his cock nudges against your entrance, glazed in the viscous honey that drips from your centre. “s’not on purpose. feel so fucking good princess, i just…” he could cum like this. katsuki could die here, cock wet and heavy between your plush thighs and against your enticingly hot pussy, and he would be dying a happy man. “just don’t wanna cum too quick, wanna get’cha fuckin’ close for me.” 

the only thing holding bakugou back is the promise of sliding his cock into the comfort of your selfishly snug walls and drilling the scent, the taste of you into his bed as you gush and squirm about the place. its the thought of creaming you, filling you with copious amounts of cum until your insides turn white, that stops him from cumming too early. he finds his lips on your neck, sucking his claim into the pocket of flesh between its base and your shoulder to distract himself from hitting his breaking point all too quick. 

his whimpers grow in pitch, become higher and  louder than your desperate ones as bakugou pins you to the bed with his weight and turns your legs to jelly. each calculated thrust of his shaft through your silken folds right up to your the painful ebb in your clit has ecstasy shooting through your veins and happy hormones smoothing over your brain —  to the point where can’t even think straight and you’re reduced to nothing but small bleets or whines. 

you make each other a mess, you ruin each other for everyone else. despite how you lie back and take what katsuki has to offer, you affect him more than the world will ever know. your bodies start to match up, moving in sync and you find his lips in the mess of it all with your tears streaming down your cheeks and over the seams of the blonde’s lips. 

“katsuki,” you murmur for the millionth time, pushing his name into his mouth with eager licks of your tongue over his. 

he pulls back, hands either side of your head so he can watch you pant and fall to pieces. “i gotcha, sweetness,” he coos, though his voice is a rasp. “you gonna cum this, gonna let me make you cum from my dick on your clit,” not letting up, bakugou’s hips buck forward again, bumping the pearl between the petals of your dripping cunt and your stomach flips with the loving way he looks down at you. so you nod. “fuck, that’s so hot. you’re so hot.” 

bakugou’s mouth falls open in a silent moan, following you, maybe even mocking you only just as your high washes over you. it only takes a few more seconds out bumping and grinding, listening out for the salacious sound of your sexes rubbing up against one another. you squeal but your pretty eyes don’t dare to look away from his as you cum in waves, lubing up katsuki’s length with the physical remnants of your orgasm.

it’s only then that he finally pushes into your welcoming, hot walls — tip brushing up against your sensitive spots as he fills you up in one fail swoop. you’re still coming down, hiccuping and writhing from the sensitivity but katsuki doesn’t care. he soothes you with a lick from your shoulder over your salty tear stained cheeks and then right into your mouth, humming in content while he builds up the momentum of his thrusts.

“such a cry baby, c’mere sweetness, lemme give you what you want,” he purrs and your tears start again. “gonna make us cum.” 

so maybe he was teasing. only just a little.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou smut #bakugo smut #bakugou thirst #bakugou x you #bakugo x reader #bakugo thirst #bnha smut #bnha thirst #✧ ₊˚੭ — writing #tteokdoroki #✧ ₊˚✉️੭ — new notification #✧ ₊˚💬੭ — unknown messenger

[fandomxpreferences]

Fighting About A Funnel Cake

Pairing: Dad!Rafe Cameron x Female!Reader

TW:none

Summary: You're mad at Rafe, and much to your displeasure, he figures out the real reason.

Word Count:1k

Few things have ever scared Rafe Cameron. He's had guns held to his head, fist-fought his own father, and been in business with people who have the power to make him disappear. He never even flinched. 

The few things that have scared him, were nothing to do with him and everything to do with you and your life together. 

He was struck with deep visceral fear when he found out about your son, James, and down petrified when he found out about your daughter, Eleanor. 

He was drowning in fear driving you to the hospital as contractions ripped through you, and he almost threw up the first time your son got an injury. 

However, nothing elicits terror all the way in his bones as much as that look in your eyes or the fire in your voice when you're angry at him. 

Usually, he knows he did something and gets ahead of the storm. He buys you something nice, plans a date, and prepares an elaborate apology. 

You see it from a mile away, but it usually works. Tonight, however, he's blindsided and has no clue what's gotten you so worked up. It's always worse when he's clueless about his fuck up.

He has no doubt he did something; he screws up all the time without realizing it. But knowing allows him to have a game plan and tailored approach. 

Right now he's floundering. 

"Kids, go to your room. I need to talk to your father." 

There's thinly veiled rage in your voice as you try your best not to show it in front of your children. They stand to leave and Rafe's frantic voice rings out. 

"No, kids stay. Please." 

Your eyes narrow as your seven and nine-year-old falter and look between the two of you. 

"Go." 

They start walking again and Rafe stops them. 

"No, stay. I'll pay you each $50 if you sit back down." 

Your son looks at his sister and they seem to have a silent conversation when you speak through gritted teeth. 

"Go, now.' 

Your daughter starts to leave while your son stays in place and Rafe tries to grab her arm as she passes by. 

"Eleanor, stay!" 

His pleading falls on deaf ears as she beelines for the stairs and he turns to your son that's now moving in the same direction. 

"James, don't go!" 

He watches as they both disappear and calls out after them. 

"Kids, don't leave me!"

He turns back to you with a timid smile and shrinks back when he sees the storm brewing in your usually bright eyes. 

"Hone-" He starts but you cut him off. 

"Don't, Rafe."

His mouth snaps shut and he waits for you to continue. The ball is in your court, it always is. You're the only woman that's ever been able to put him in his place, and while it's the reason he fell for you, it's also the reason he fears for his life sometimes. This is one of those moments. 

Your eyes bore into him for a few moments and you take in the genuinely clueless look on his handsome features. 

"You have no idea why I'm mad, do you?"

His silence is all the answer you need, and you huff. 

"Were you going to tell me you took the kids out of school for a joyride in Charleston?"

The words come down on him like a hammer and his eyes flutter closed. Fuck.

"Don't be mad."

You scoff and cross your arms. 

"I think we both know we're well past that." 

He does know that, but he figures it couldn't hurt to try. 

"They've been begging to go to that amusement park, and our weekends have been so booked up we haven't had the chance. I felt bad, and my dad never did stuff like that with us. I just wanted to make a memory with them." 

You feel yourself deflate a bit at his reasoning, but it doesn't make it okay. 

"I understand that, Rafe. But their education is important. When you do stuff like that, especially behind my back, it makes me look like the fun-sucking parent. We promised when we found out about James that we wouldn't do that."

He nods his head and you feel the anger dissipate at the genuine sorrow in his eyes. 

"I know, baby. I'm sorry. I won't do it again."

You stand still with your lips pursed for a moment before nodding. It's silent for a few seconds when a smile breaks out on your husband's face. 

"Wait, are you really mad about that? Because we've done stuff like that before. Or are you mad that you missed out and didn't get a funnel cake?" 

The way this man sees right through you gets on your nerves sometimes, and you scramble to hide the fact you've been caught. 

"What? No, of course not. That's ridiculous." 

His smile only grows as he stands and wraps his arms around you. You stare up at him with defiance and he tilts his head to the side like a puppy. 

"Is it?"

You roll your eyes and will yourself not to give in. 

"Yes." 

He nods with a shit-eating grin and lowers his face to nip on your ear. 

"Would you still be mad if I told you we can go back this weekend and you can get all the snacks you want?"

He nuzzles into your neck when he feels your smile on the side of his face before pulling back. 

"Really?"

His heart warms at the way you light up like a little kid at the idea and he nods. 

"Really." 

He sees the moment your walls come down and you return his embrace. 

"Can we play the games too?"

He chuckles and kisses your temple softly. 

"Anything you want." 

The last of the fight leaves you and you surrender to him completely.

"Okay, fine. You're forgiven."

You squeal as he spins you around and loud laughter bubbles from your chest. 

"That's my girl. I love you."

You grin as he sets you back down and nudge his shoulder. 

"I love you too. Even if you do piss me off."

#rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron fic #Rafe Cameron #Rafe Cameron x reader #Rafe Cameron fluff #outer banks #outer banks imagine #outer banks fluff

[nanamin-nah-nanamine]

Geto Suguru NSFW Alphabet

Edit: if you enjoy, please let me know! I love little comments and messages left in the tags ^_^

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

When it comes to Aftercare Suguru is very reverent and routine in his practice. If the two of you are doing a particularly rough or draining scene he prefers to have aftercare items laid out in advance. The basics like water,snacks,wipes,etc but also more sensory based things to bring you back like a candle to smell or something to squish, something to bring you back from subspace. If the sex you’re having is more vanilla he will still water you,feed you,then cuddle you to sleep. He always makes sure that you’re asleep first before he does 🥺

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

I’m not sure if this counts as a body part but I'm a big believer that Suguru takes a lot of pride in his hair and how healthy he keeps it. Homie is all about those hair masks,regular trims and maybe just MAYBE you got him sleeping with a silk bonnet. His favorite part of you has to be between your tummy,ass and thighs. What can I say? Suguru likes them well fed, thickums. He wants to see the shape of your ass in the matching Kimonos he got you two 💀. He’s also just a little freak and it makes him feral when you squeeze your thighs around his head 😭

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

I think he cums a moderate amount? Lmao I don’t know if that’s the correct way to say it but it’s just like an average amount. I think the consistency is on the thinner side and it’s got that translucent milky color. He prefers to cum inside but it also gets him going to spill over your mound and like in between your lips. He also likes when he fucks you so hard you cream around the base because it always looks the prettiest in pictures.

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

This little freak. This absolute little freak. Amongst all of his little fantasies, the one that has him groaning and spilling over his fist the fastest is domming both you and Satoru. The thought of having his little lover and the strongest on their knees for him gives him such a headrush that he has to lay down after he cums or he’ll pass out. He would never let this fantasy see the light of day

Unless you bring it up 👀

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

He’s experienced in the way of lots of sex with a few partners rather than multiple partners so he hasn’t tried EVERYTHING but he’s honed the skill set he has.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Face down ass up arch PRECISE!!! He wants your face smushed into a pillow and if he’s feeling generous he’ll let you keep your hands free. He can be merciful sometimes.

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

I wouldn’t say he’s completely serious all the time during sex, if something humorous happens he’ll laugh but he’s not going out of his way to be funny or anything. He wants you to be comfortable so he has a calming silence to him.

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

He keeps things neat. A nice close trim for his own preferences but even when it grows out the hairs are fine and rather soft so it’s not really a bother anyways.

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

He’s a romantic at heart but he’s a pretty quiet lover. He’s the type to be thrusting into you in missionary,brushing your hair out of your face and littering kisses over your cheeks and neck. If he’s particularly overwhelmed by pleasure or he’s having a bad day, he’ll bury his face in your neck and let out the cutest little pants while his hands are bruising your hips, mumbling incoherently about how much he loves you. If you can hear him over your own moans, he whimpers occasionally.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

His sex drive is pretty middleground so if you’re around he doesn’t really feel the need to jerk off. When he does, it's much more utilitarian so he’s trying to get off as quickly as possible. He’s not a fan of porn, not when he’s got so many photos of you saved to get off too. If he’s feeling more self indulgent he’ll sit and set the scene for one of his fantasies.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He’s a kinky boy. BDSM is very high on his list in every aspect. He’s dominant. He enjoys being dominant and he’s always preferred submissive partners--Suguru loves a crybaby--because he loves feeling needed and nothing makes his dick harder than a whining sub clinging onto him and begging to cum.

Dacryphilia is another one, he used to be slightly ashamed of this one but he can’t help but feel his stomach tighten and his breath hitch when your whines turn into broken sobs. If he’s got you on your back and you’re looking at him with tear filled eyes, he’s going to put a baby in you. Periodt point blank, that’s a threat and a promise.

Suguru is also into primal prey. I’ve already mentioned that he tends to get power highs when domming, but the thought of hunting you down and fucking you actually makes his heart stutter. The pride in catching you, the complete domination, it gives him the sense of satisfaction that almost nothing else can. The fear on your face, the flicker in your cursed energy that you’re not even aware of. You’ve got a blinking target on your back and you don’t even know it. And he likes to mess with you, he likes to make you think you’re winning. He’s got such quiet feet and he moves so fast from years of training that one minute he’s there,the next he’s gone and soon you’re pinned on your front in the dirt with your panties ripped and being drilled into.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’s a simple man and honestly just wants to fuck in the comfort of his home. Now inside the house, nowhere is off limits. He’s fucked you on the table,on the couch,bent over the dryer,in the middle of the hallway 😭

He doesn’t care bro

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

I mentioned this a bit earlier but he really likes when you’re needy for him. Like Suguru loves a needy,clingy,crybaby sub who’s gonna act like his shadow. He also really loves when you take what you want from him. He gets off on seeing you so flustered on his lap, grinding in little circles and whining for him to just flip you over and fuck you.

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

He doesn’t like bodily fluids besides cum and in the right circumstances blood.

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

He is a MUNCH!!! Suguru is a munch and he is proud of it. He’s eating pussy AND ass and he’s very much so giving aht aht aht move your hand. He will have you in that bed for hours on end eating you out for his own pleasure. You are not leaving unless you safeword or he’s done. 

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

Suguru is a complete wild card but usually since he has so much patience, he fucks hard and slow. Really deep thrusts that jostle your entire body and have you gripping the sheets. If you want him to go faster you have to beg for it.

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

He is not a fan of quickies because he likes to take his time and really take you apart. But he’s a little whipped so if you beg for it you’re getting fucked alright 🙂

You won’t be walking afterwards but you’re gonna get fucked

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

He takes risks within both of your boundaries, but nothing too crazy. If anything has the possibility to cause either of y’all physical harm it’s an immediate veto because you’re his number one priority.

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

Oh Suguru? Mister first grade sorcerer? He can go as many rounds as you can take. His self control is pretty good so he tries his best to make you cum before he does. If he does somehow cum before you do, he’s immediately pulling out and finishing you off anyway you want.

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

You two have a plethora of different sex toys. He had a humble collection before he met you but now there is definitely chest kept in the bedroom with a padlock because SOME guests(Satoru) are too nosy for their own good 🙄

“Suguru, what does this do?” “You don’t want to know”

He has some of the basics like vibes,ropes,and paddles. But he also has nipple clamps,chastity belts and whips.

He likes to keep an array of things on deck.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he’s absolutely the worst. He loves to tease you because he just thinks you’re so fucking cute when you’re whining and begging.

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

It depends but he tends to be on the softer side of sounds. He has a naturally soft voice so his moans are breathy and he lets out little sighs and whimpers. When he’s close he tends to bite his lip and let out noises that couldn’t pay him to admit to. He definitely groans when he’s getting head and purrs low in his throat. Different types of stimulation make different sounds.

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

This is my bisexual king and he’s a power bottom. He’s not letting you top, but in the past he’s definitely taken both dicks and straps. He’s secure in himself and prostate orgasms are nice 🤷🏽‍♀️

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

I’m feeling like he’s a good 7-8in in length? Like that’s just the vibe he gives. He definitely doesn’t have the biggest dick in the JJK verse but he’s definitely up there in the top 5. Tan shaft and a tip that flushes red when he’s hard.

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

I mentioned earlier but his sex drive is very in the middle. He gets the horny zoomies sometimes where he’ll jump you in the hallway and take you like a cheap whore. But he usually likes to plan and have structured scenes thought out.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He needs you to be asleep before him. It’s his own thing, but once you’re safely tucked into bed, bathed,fed,watered and asleep he can finally feel like his job as a dom and boyfriend is complete. He will quite literally not be capable of rest until you’re snoring.

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NAMJOON | A greedy, spiteful, spindling arm comes up on your waist, pressing you tightly against its just as equally greedy and spiteful owner's form. While aggravating, the gesture is of no surprise. You don't even jump when the grip begins to press more on your ribs than you'd necessarily like. You drive an elbow into his side, momentarily meeting those narrowed eyes of his.

You're annoying.

I don't like him.

Am I supposed to care that you don't like him?

The argument is held entirely mute. He knows you know and you know he knows though poor Daniel — he's all together clueless.

"Hello, you must be...uh, ____________'s boyfriend? Right?"

Delicately, you snort in your palm, immediately sensing the way Namjoon's muscles tense on the other side of your blouse. The heat of his palm resting on the small of your back is scorching.

And whether it's from that or the minuscule way his jaw clenches, repeatedly coming to a brutal grind to then release only for the motion to repeat in endless circles; whether it was the tightness of the smile — there's a tight tick at the gap in the small space between his mouth curving upwards and his cheek that says he's not actually smiling despite appearing very much so — or whether it was something as simple as the fact that his eyes had been tracking your every minute for a solid piece of ten minutes now that delivers this easy deduction right in your lap.

He's into one of those moods.

There's a distinct coldness in his eye, a sort of a less than impressed expression that anyone, even someone so generally lost as Daniel could pick up on.

"We were just talking about the role of guilt and class consciousness," he trails off, squeaking slightly at the very end. You don't exactly fault him for it. Having a large man towering over you, feasibly blowing smoke out of his nose would put anyone ill at ease. "In....s-sustainability m-m-marketing. Yes."

"Smart, my ______________, right?" Namjoon chuckles to himself lowly. Daniel echoes the laugh, regardless, of how nervous the cadence of his voice is. Once again you don't fault him for it. A stranger would have no trouble believing that Namjoon's laughter is in good faith. He's honed the subtle art of being a fake a little bitch but you who knows better...well, you know better. You know that the kiss your darling — your huffing, festering, seething darling — presses upon your temple is far from good faith. The way his fingers squeeze your grip, all greed and jealousy, is so far from good faith it's downright atheist.

"They a-are," Daniel stammers, gaze flitting between Namjoon and you. Stupidly he's fallen into the trap.

"So you like my ___________?" he wilts underneath the weight of Namjoon's glare. "My ____________?"

Fed up with the nonsense, you push his hand away. His head darts to sit on the floor.

"Just go," you order Daniel and without hesitation, the coward scurries off to the dark dingy corner he came from. So perhaps you also didn't like him, it still wasn't a reason to act like that. And Namjoon knows this because though obstinate, there is a bashful glimmer that prohibits him from looking you in the eye.

"Your ____________?" you scoff. "Presumptious, no?"

"No," he spits. The lights flash overhead, a cacophony of colours that's mirrored in the dark of his stare that's abruptly grows fixated on your face. The room reeks of champagne, stale air and someone's vape smoke and this man stands in front of you — annoying, determined, aggravating and he loves you.

And because you love him just as much you let it slide with the only protest offered being an eye roll.

"You are mine."

YOONGI | "Do you...want to have a drink?"

His entire silhouette is downturned. Had you been an uninvested bystander you'd probably call his pouting expression comical because how does one manage to look that sullen in the middle of his own award ceremony. But alas you're not an uninvested bystander, you're a confused person thrown in the midst of your partner's raging emotions.

He doesn't speak for such a long time you're ready to open your mouth again, certain that he simply didn't hear your offer but then he answers, quiet and lifeless:

"No, thank you."

You observe his hands. His hands that do the speaking when his mouth cannot and unsurprisingly, you find them quite anxious. His nails rip at the bed of his skin, pulling the strips one by one. You cringe at the sight and place your palm upon his however when he fails to move, you pull back. So he doesn't want to talk.

Surreptiously, you scooch away, giving Yoongi his space but like a bullet he darts out his hand to catch you by the elbow, pulling you back down.

A singular "please don't" that dies somewhere in his throat barely manages to reach your ears, nonetheless, you oblige and the tension in his rounded shoulders eases, if a bit.

Safe to say the walk back home was awkward.

"You're..." he speaks so suddenly, you jolt hearing his voice in the otherwise deadly silent staircase. "I thought I was always the first one you sent your lyrics to?"

It's such a weird question that you stop dead in the tracks and half turn to him on the overtly glamorous stairs to his penthouse. You never did like them. And now he's standing here atop of these stairs wearing a multitude expressions that simultaneously reveal everything and nothing. The line of his mouth is set down — grim and annoyed, his eyes are turned at an angle — the one that meant trouble, deep trouble yet the look within them was sad. You'd call it insecure though never aloud knowing he didn't appreciate such a thing.

"You're the first proper person I sent them to."

"Proper," he scoffs. "Is she not proper? Standing on a stage, receiving award for the song with your lyrics."

"She wasn't back then. Back then we were just dreaming idiots while you were already a star," you justify. He doesn't seem to like the explanation.

"Those lyrics meant so much to me, you know," he breaks. Not a lot but just enough, a break in the otherwise pungent dark. "It was as though you'd pried my ribcage open and prodded at my heart. I've never felt so...bare."

Automatically, you let out "I'm sorry" despite not knowing what you're apologising for. A bad habit he'd previously chided you for. He shakes his head either saying there's no need to say sorry or rejecting it altogether.

"Are you angry with me?"

Yoongi breathes a long, strained sigh, dejectedly shaking his head.

"No...no, it's not you I'm mad at."

"Then who?"

He fails to answer, instead choosing to run up the stairs where you were starting and to your surprise taking your hand into his.

Leading you back home, he asks, all casual:

"You love me...right?"

"Of course, I do!" offended, you retort. "What kind of qu-!"

"Say it out loud."

"What?"

"Say out loud that you love me. That you're mine."

To further feign his relaxed state, he begs for this whilst punching in the code for the doors — each ding of the number dragging on and on in the stilted air of the hallway.

"Please, say it."

You give a small smile and lean into his arm. You finally get it.

"I love you and I'm yours. Don't worry."

Not much is spoken after that.

JIN | "Let's just do it, okay?"

"Huh?!"

His eyes widen, clearly mocking your outrage as lithe hands press the bowl out of your fingers, dragging you by the sleeve out of the country house. The morning is utterly fresh. Birds shriek and lilt their songs, perched just outside the window on the growing orchard, dew still glistens in the green grass and the world is at peace.

Or it was.

Before this demon decided to ruin your life.

As per freaking usual.

"I meant let's get the berries, you pervert," he dares to roll his eyes. You try to break free of his grasp but just like anchors board ships the strength of his clutch is unbreakable.

"It's 7 in the morning, Seokjin!"

"Seokjin," he echoes derisively. "No one calls me Seokjin."

"Lots of people do!"

"Then how about you don't."

"Ok, Mr Kim, whatever you say."

"That's even wor-no, actually on a second thought, I like it."

"Ugh, you're disgusting!" you snap, whilst for reasons unbeknownst to yourself still putting on shoes and a shawl. It's not like he even was your friend. The relationship you two shared in between the confusing circle of relatives, friends and acquaintances was exactly that — confusing. He was a friend of your cousin, somehow, a God's joke if anything, and hence why you found yourself be dragged by him in the rustic country house in the throes of upcoming summer. Funnily enough when he'd been introduced to you, Seokjin was presented as "shy and introverted, wouldn't hurt a fly, wouldn't speak a word". It had turned out to be the furthest thing from the truth. At least when it came to you. It was as though it was his life's mission bestowed from the ancestors to grate every single one of your nerves.

"Disgustingly handsome," he brushes off, unconcerned by your low growls and huffs of protest. Footsteps tremble the old wooden stairs underneath your butt, signaling a possible saviour.

"What are you guys up to so early?" Jae rubs the sleep out of his eyes, coming to stand before you and dropping his drooling head upon your shoulder. You welcome your head with energy never displayed before and Jin's expressions grows frighteningly lax.

"They squeezed this guy's head too hard in the military," you throw a thumb at his bristling figure. "He's lost it."

But Jin doesn't laugh instead his nose scrunches as though he'd smelt something deeply affronting all the while his eyes don't leave Jae. Suddenly he reaches to pry Jae's fingers away from your shoulder, gently albeit firmly guiding you away.

"This one needs some fresh air," he stiffly belts out and before you know it you're both out of the door. The fresh air is indeed nice — it hits you like a pleasant wall and rubbing at your tired eyes, you shuffle in the general direction where there was a splotch of green growth — raspberries, blackberries, gooseberries, though the latter Jin didn't trust at all.

You trudge along in silence, battling the thorny undergrowth along the well-trodden narrow path snaking through the field. However, the closer you get to the berries, the more fuss Jin puts up.

"They'll eat me alive!" he cries out, violently shooing away the black masses of hungry mosquitoes. "I'm too delicious to be out here!"

You perch a hand on your hip, giving him a thoroughly disapproving glare.

"If you were going to complain about coming here, why even bother?"

"Well how else was I supposed to get you all to myself?"

You think that even birds fall quiet hearing that.

"...what?"

"What?"

You both blink at each other.

"You...you want me...all to yourself?"

Jin laughs abruptly, the sound falling strained and nervous and in the soft light of the rising sun, his neck begins to glow bright red.

"Haha what nonsense," he chortles. "I see you're getting delusional, dear."

"What?!"

"WHAT?!"

Like a deer caught in headlights, Jin stands before you, hyperventilating slightly and letting the mosquitos, just as he said, eat him alive.

"Dear?" you arch an eyebrow. "I'm your "dear" now?"

"No. You're a "deer" you misheard."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"You don't make any sense."

"No, you."

"No, you!"

"What are you five years old," you mutter underneath the nose before erupting into a teasing smile, curling a finger around a non-existent strand of hair. "So you want me all to yourself, huh? How flattering."

Jin rolls his eyes, once again swinging his arms around like some crazed caveman.

"We're going home now," he orders gruffly, turning on the heel.

"Jae's at home."

At the mention of your supposedly mutual friend, his expressions grows stormy once more and reaching backwards, he wraps his fingers around your wrist.

"Then we're going somewhere else," through gritted teeth, he pushes out, legs falling and rising, creating an angry stomp to which you titter along with.

"Oooooh, so you can have me all alone?"

He casts you a wicked glance from the corner of the eye, ultimately shrugging at the suggestion.

"Not really, I left the condom at home. But if you feel risky I'm down."

HOSEOK | After the fourth hour of being forced to listen to rock music at ear-splitting volume, Yoongi had enough and with an egregious sigh of displeasure, he rolled out of his studio and went to Hoseok's cave of misery.

Without knocking, he opened the doors, nearly crumbling from the force of the bass.

"DO YOU MIND NOT MAKING EVERYONE DEAF?!"

Very slowly as though pulled from a deep haze, Hoseok turned around, blinked for a while and only then understood the request.

"Sorry," he muttered, turning down the volume.

Yoongi examined him before letting out another sigh.

"If you're that worried about __________'s ex just tell them to dump the stupid reconciliation thing and return home."

"That's not what I do."

"And what do you do, Hoseok? Suffer in silence?"

The lone figure, illuminated only by the cold light of the laptop before him, didn't answer and Yoongi didn't prod any more.

"Just don't end up regretting it."

With those words reverberating through his head, Hoseok found himself running through the downtown streets, in search for even a sliver of you. A strand of hair, the corner of your jacket — anything. When at last he did, he found you happy, in the arms of another.

No.

No, he doesn't think so.

"You're so sweet," you muttered into his neck as he let himself be angry, glaring hatefully at the dark ceiling. The grip he had on both of your hips will undoubtedly leave bruises but selfishly he couldn't bring himself to care. If anything he wanted more. People couldn't be trusted, they would try and with him being away so much...why shouldn't he mark you up all nice and pretty so people who didn't deserve you wouldn't bother you...

He digs his fingers deep into the flesh.

"Wrong thing to say," Hoseok growls. "I'm really pissed off."

"What I mean is you have nothing to worry about," you defend hastily as you cup his face in your palms. Hoseok would like to say he felt so much better, that the little monster clawing on his chest would be satiated with the sacrifice but it was far from so. "I'm yours and only yours."

"Well, obviously I know that. How about we make sure others know that as well?"

JIMIN | The slam of both doors comes at a perfect time, creating a singular, decisive cannon shot of "BANG" and then there was silence. In times like these, you praised your past self in choosing the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom. You doubted you could go out there - in the cold and heartless battlefield.

It was in the middle of the night, in the midst of a restless, frowning sleep that you hear the bedroom doors crack open. The left upper hinge was faulty, it creaked too much every single time. You always promised to take a look at it but in the end you never did.

Cautiously, fearing your wrathful outburst, a hand brushes over the covers and a warm weight evens the other side of the bed. He knows you're awake and he knows you know but still for a moment you pretend to sleep. An apologetic kiss is pressed against your jaw line; those two hands, now emboldened by your inaction come to rest around your form, wrapping you up like spiders did the witless flies flying into their webs.

"Why are you like this?" you ask him, not daring to give even a single glance backwards. It was always easier to speak if Jimin remained faceless. "Have I ever given you a reason to distrust me? To check me like this?"

"You know it's not yo-"

"Don't tell me "it's not you but me". That's bullshit."

"But it is me," he argues, blowing a harsh exhale of working up anger. It moves your hair and you sink tiredly into the mattress.

Two hands sneak their way underneath the covers, finding the warm flesh and then pressing it closer into him like he wants to mould you into him. Create one creature out of two.

"I'm sorry," you can hear the wistful sadness in his voice. "Do you think I'm crazy?"

"No. Not crazy. Just...lonely. Complicated."

"Complicated," Jimin echoes with a faint mutter. "Are we..."complicated"?"

"I don't know what we are."

Silence envelopes the room until at last you gather enough courage to look at him, settling on the other hip. The room is dark so it's hard to see and know for certain but you know it. Like a piece of some inherent knowledge stored in the marrow of your bones, you know the expressions marring his face. Anger — churning and acrid, loneliness — bitter and all enveloping.

Adoration — suffocating and sickening.

Yearning — stinging and all consuming.

Wish for you to live better than this, have better than these meaningless arguments spinning round and round with no reprieve — soft, selfless, devoted.

Jimin was all around a confusing man as if whoever made him didn't know how much to put into him so they poured everything into this one person and so he was everything.

"What am I supposed to do with you?" you sigh, tracing the side of his cheek. Readily he accepts the slight touch, nuzzling into it like a stray cat would after overcoming the initial fright fueled by disappointing past.

"Be gentle with me, please. Be kind."

"You were not kind."

His gaze darts downwards, embroiled in deep shame.

"I don't share. I don't want to share," spitefully, he mumbles, brows coming to knit together in a frown. "Why should I? You're mine. Only mine. Like I'm only yours."

"I don't get jealou-"

"But I want you to."

A pause. His fingers come up to lay upon your palm where he intertwines your fingers, perhaps so you couldn't escape. Not that you even considered.

"I want you to be jealous. I want you to be possessive. Just like I am. So I wouldn't feel guilty," he pulls in a shuddering breath, almost chickening out but then saying it after all. "So I would feel wanted."

"Oh, Jimin," you breathe yet another sigh but decide to not argue anymore.

TAEHYUNG | Whilst the legs clamping down on yours and preventing you from making a grandious exit of his apartment, doors slamming shut and everything, are present, a clearly discernible expression on his face is extremely lacking.

With features carved of stone, Taehyung sits on the other couch, pretending you were not even there, save for the occasional muscle flexing in his legs to keep yours locked in between his. For over an hour not a word was spoken, not a glance exchanged. Even Tannie grew fed up with the display and took his nap to the plush bed in the corner.

"This is ridiculous," you scoff, once your tailbone began to feel too numb. "My moving in was supposed to put an end to your...episodes."

He doesn't speak but you could almost swear that the vitriolic way his lips curl, he was mutely mocking your choice of words.

"It's like you're depressed."

"I am depressed," obstinately, he agrees, voice rumbling a low, irritated register.

"What for?"

"Well, I guess I just find it hard to get past the fact that the love of my life, my moon and stars," he accentuates the words with an intention you're too annoyed to grasp. "One who has agreed to be my spouse one day keeps flirting with a man clearly infatuated with them."

"Oh, for the love of god," you cry out, throwing your hands up in the air. "Yes, he has a thing for me but I shut it down. I known him since we were kids!"

"No, please, rub it in some more," theatrically, Taehyung grumbles. "Rub in the fact that we we raised different and that I lost so much time with you for no other reason than our mothers popped us out on two separate geographical locations."

"Did your mother also drop you a lot?" you hiss. "Because there has to be a clinical explanation why you're so...so...!"

"So what?" utterly calm, he cocks an eyebrow at you and you know you had swam into deep, infested waters but still you spit it out.

"So...possessive! I hate you!"

You whip around, arms crossed, determined to sulk for a year if needed.

"Hate me?" Taehyung laughs but there is no mirth to be had or reflected be it his voice, posture or gaze. "As if. You're sitting here in between my legs not forcing me away, not even trying to set yourself free because...you hate me?"

You loathe it when he's baseless and even more when he isn't.

"Would you let me go then?" you spite him but he meets your disdain in equal if not surpassing measure.

"Let you go?" he inclines his head as if the suggestion in itself is ludicrous. "No, I don't think so."

"How dare you?!"

"Perhaps I phrased it the wrong way," firmly, he stares you down. You were fairly sure there were more agreeable cliffs you could rather take on. "I mean it would be entirely pointless for me to let you go or for us to part since we both know you'll come crawling back to me and I'll be doing the same. The end result never changes so why waste our time?"

Ah, yes, the breakup. The one forbidden topic no one ever brought up. The one that whenever just mentioned made Taehyung cry and you grow red with rage. Thus you rage.

"Well do you want to repeat that? Is that what you want by acting like this?!"

But Taehyung doesn't even bat an eye.

"I understand your outrage," he states coldly. "But whatever the reason, you and I will sort out our differences and live happily ever after."

"Is this you sorting things out?!" you let your voice rise into a painful shriek, pointing heatedly at where he'd folded his legs over yours, prohibiting you from simply storming out. After a prolonged stare down, languidly he lets up, putting his hands up in a supposed defeat. Though it sure felt like a bout of attitude.

"There. You're free now. Want to run away?"

"I'm not the one who runs away."

His jaw clenches in a death grip and for a second the pain in his face, makes a person you knew best entirely unrecognizable.

"Okay, you want the truth? You want the hard, honest truth?"

"If you're even capable of that," you sneer.

"The fact is everyone in your life, including your mother has told me, to my face that I'm not worthy of you. That I'll never be right enough for you. That I'm stealing you away from your beautiful, pre-determined path of being with your childhood best friend. Of staying in your home. And seeing how hard you struggle to fit in here, I realize that I'll never be enough. I'll never be able to soothe your aches that I myself caused by bringing you here. So I shout to the world, to them, to myself, to you that you're mine because lately I'm beginning to feel like each passing moment you're slipping through the cracks of my fingers. I'm getting desperate and that's why I'm depressed. Is that so unreasonable?"

By the end of it, his chest is heaving up and down, barely gathering enough breath to power through the breakdown. You wet your dry lips, sinking listlessly into the sofa.

"Why didn't you just tell me?"

He drops his head on the backrest, lips curling downward. He really is depressed.

"Despite how I may feel about them, you still love all of these people. They're your support system, one I cannot replace. I just wanted you to be happy."

You sit on your respective ends, mulling your own thoughts. Still sulking, you touch his pinky, curious if Taehyung will accept the gesture. He doesn't look at you but immediately his own little finger wraps around yours.

JUNGKOOK | "You're a caveman!"

"Whatever."

"A chauvinist!"

"Sure."

You hit him square in the chest. It does fuck all.

"Gym rat," you mumble sullenly, begrudgingly accepting your bitter fate of being used as a pillow. It's not like you had even plans to go anywhere but finding yourself restricted because of this weirdo was completely different than just simply being lazy.

"That's not even an insult."

"I feel like a hero trapped by a creepy villain," you continue to fuss but Jungkook who has all of his limbs wrapped around you like a human cage appears mighty relaxed. His eyes are closed, there's a smirk playing on the ends of his lips, threating to burst at any given moment and at times it even seems he'll fall asleep.

"If that's what you feel."

"Jungkook, you're seconds away from going full Golumn!"

"Was he really that problematic? Or should other people mind their own business more and not interfere into the domestic lives of others? What's mine is mine. I would also hate having you be lugged away to a mountain to defeat some evil edgelord."

You cry out — defeated. With a content sigh, Jungkook can feel your body relax in his hold.

"You're impossible."

"Listen, babe, I told you I'm a lot to handle. I'm not legally liable for the consequences of your own actions."

Breathing right into his Adam's apple you curl your palms, briefly considering into pinching him. Painfully.

"You sly son of a-"

Jungkook presses a palm over your mouth with a throaty laughter.

"Let's get along with your future mother-in-law, why don't we?"

Spitefully, you lick at his palm but the only thing it causes is laughter.

"Good idea," much to your horror, he licks a bold strip along your collarbone. Your palms relax from the sheer shock of his actions as your nose crinkles in disgust at the sudden wetness alongside your flesh.

"Gross."

"Just fluids, babe," he points out and settles deeper into the covers, arms restlessly caging you in. From the very moment he first came home, pushed all his weight on top of you with an incoherent "miss you" they hadn't eased.

Still, you suppose this was some sort of progress from the temper he worked up in the earlier days. Recalling your little storm cloud and how he would thunder when threatened made you almost smile. In retrospect, it was just him being...really in love. The way he explained it, was that at times it simply overwhelmed him — this love he held for you. Hence why despite your grumbling and grousing, both you and him knew you weren't against it. It made you feel...wanted. And though you supposed someday in the future, the matter would have to be looked at by a therapist, currently you decided to sleep. His embrace was so warm after all.

And then in the border between wakefulness and sleep, there comes his soft voice, softly clinging to the background of your mind.

"You know you could kill me and I think I'd still love you," he chuckles lowly to himself, pressing a cheek against the crown of your head all the while softly swaying you both to rest. Unproblematic, gentle rest. "You're a bit terrifying in that way."

"I wouldn't do that," you deny hazily, your mouth falling open against his shirt. You always drool on it and he never complains.

"I know."

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[adrift-in-thyme]

I’ve been meaning to make a post like this for a while now but kept forgetting. Since First isn’t widely known I wanted people to have an explanation of who the heck this guy is (and why they should love him). So without further ado

Who is the First Hero?

(All of the following pictures are from the Hyrule Historia)

The First Hero (or First as we call him in the Linked Universe fandom) shows up in a tiny manga at the back of the Hyrule Historia (that’s basically an encyclopedia for Zelda). He isn’t technically canon and doesn’t have a game of his own. But according to the manga he is the first Link, Skyward Sword Link’s predecessor.

He lived in a time when Hylia was still a goddess and before Demise’s first attack. He was a royal knight, much like Hyrule Warriors Link, and seemed to be a man of great respect and esteem. Until, that is, he was framed for an unknown crime and imprisoned.

He remains in the dungeons for four years. Then, when his so called “premonitions of danger” begin to come true, and Demise attacks Hyrule, his people decide “oh, wait! They kinda need a hero now!” So, they set him free and practically beg him to fight for them. He’s understandably bitter about the whole thing, but being the hero he is, he goes out to battle.

No sooner has he agreed to fight, than the goddess Hylia shows up on her crimson loftwing. She has come to battle Demise and help her people escape to safety.

The loftwing looks down upon the humans as weak and cowardly. But Link stands up to him, telling him “there are those among us who have the courage to fight.” The loftwing admires him for the sentiment, but isn’t convinced. He promises to keep watch over him to see if Link is a worthy rider.

With the loftwing gone to the heavens above, Hylia gives Link the Master Sword

Link doesn’t think he is worthy of it after his imprisonment, but Hylia assures him that the sword knows better. It sees beyond his tarnished reputation to the kind, brave man beneath.

Though Link is still bitter about everything he has endured, he swears to fight for his friends. He takes the sword and hones it into something a mortal can wield.

Then, he goes to battle.

Hylia rallies the other races around Hyrule to help the Hylians. Meanwhile, Link and his men fight for seven days. Despite their efforts, Demise begins to burn Hyrule to the ground.

In the end, Link goes to face him, promising to slay him.

But he is badly wounded in the fight. He collapses, weak and near death. Before he can fade away, however, the loftwing shows up and chooses him as his rider.

He swears to ride with the loftwing forever. Shortly afterward, the dragons from Skyward Sword bless the Master Sword with the power of the Triforce. Then, Link gives the sword to Hylia, who carves Hyrule from the earth.

Link retrieves the sword and drives it into the ground, finishing the job and sending Hyrule skyward.

He wants to follow his people to the skies, but his wounds catch up to him. He falls to the ground. In his last moments he promises that his spirit will always be with his people.

Hylia seals Demise away, even as the enraged god promises to prevail. Then, she goes to where her fallen hero lies.

She holds him, crying over him and lamenting the pain he had to endure to become the hero Hyrule needed. Knowing that Hyrule will need their help once more, she then promises to reincarnate them both. Only this time, she will be a mortal.

This story, we learn, becomes legend in the era of Skyward Sword. And the loftwing who Link swore to ride with chooses the child who has his reincarnated spirit, Skyward Sword Link or Sky.

Now, as for First’s standing in LU…I’m know multiple LU fans (myself included) speculate that Jojo will include him at some point. She’s been cryptic about it when asked though, so we don’t know for sure. Neither do we know when he’ll show up (if he does). So, for now, we can only hope.

…and create our own AU’s in the meantime ;)

#trin rambles #first hero #loz #hyrule historia #lu first

[ivymarquis]

The B.A.G. Coalition

Did I use one of my work breaks on my 14hr shift to write this? Yes, yes I did. I also took time out of my day to make sure my introduction to the COD MWII fandom was a crack!fic despite promising angst with Ghost and simping from Price. Both of which are still coming.

Tags; platonic 141 + Reader, crack fic, drinking, weaponization of barrack bunnies, dunking on Graves.

I don’t know how the military works and I don’t care to learn.

You try really, really hard to not fixate too much on the whole being a woman in the boy’s club thing because you’ll drive yourself insane if you do.

You’re good at your job, you’re not getting preferential treatment, and all is right in the world. Your team was cautious, gauging your capabilities but ultimately warming up to you and welcoming you into the fold.

A mission planned with 141 and Shadow company means that Graves is a tolerated interloper into the group.

Everyone is settled into a booth in the corner of a pub near base, a few drinks in as the night wears on. You are finally feeling settled in and like your feet are firmly underneath you and you’re no longer treading water, watching your back as the other 141 assess you.

And it’s the exact moment when Graves asks “Are you seeing anybody?” that you realize you’ve girlbossed entirely too close to the fucking sun.

The table’s reaction is immediate. Your “I beg your pardon?” is muffled by Ghost’s “Sod off, Graves,” Soap’s “She’s been fucking drinking” and Gaz shooting him a look while Price clears his throat with a pointed “Commander?”

Good to know your team has your back because what the fuck.

“Not like that,” you’re not entirely certain if he’s back peddling or being genuine, “I don’t know what it is but none of the women around this base date. It’s like pulling teeth.”

“Really?” Gaz asks. “I haven’t been having any issues.”

Your eyebrow arches, reaching for your drink as you realize there’s not enough alcohol in the world for this conversation. “Yeah no ever since the B.A.G. Coalition was formed, you’re gonna have to download Tinder or something, Commander” You speak without thinking, a look of horror dawning on you that the alcohol has loosened your lips a little too much. Well, shit.

“The what?” Graves asks incredulously.

You panic, reflex having you turn towards Price. “Please get me out of here,” you plead with him.

“Oh no can do, Sergeant.”

You cling to your glass like a buoy. “I’ve said too much,” you whisper.

“What the hell is the B.A.G. Coalition?” Graves asks again.

Taking a long draught of your drink, you steel yourself for both this conversation and the potential wrath of the bunnies now the open secret was out.

“Have you… noticed how the barrack bunnies don’t have anything to do with you?”

His eyebrows draw together. “Guess I never bothered to worry about it. Not like they’re hard to find,”

That last sentence had some teeth to it that you did not appreciate. Especially coming from a man who’s managed to piss off an entire base of them. “Hey now, I love the bunnies, you gotta be nice to them,” you admonish before remembering yourself and quickly adding a “Sir”.

The alcohol has your mind drifting away from the question at hand and going slightly to the left- still focused on the bunnies, but no longer directly leading to the coalition.

“They do important work and make my life easier when some guy is being obnoxious and won’t leave me alone,” you elaborate. “Also most of them are really nice and I don’t blame them for having a type and staying focused on it. I admire the commitment and tenacity.”

“Wait who was bothering you?” Price would hone in on that part.

“No one anymore, after I weaponized one of the bunnies and pointed her in his direction.”

“You…. Weaponized a barrack bunny?” Soap sounded out the idea, clearly having some image of a tactical assault bunny in mind.

“Yes I did. It was absolutely incredible. Poor guy never saw her coming- it was like watching a lioness take down a wounded gazelle.”

“A bunny battalion,” Gaz sighs into his drink, his pupils damn near in the shape of hearts at whatever image his brain was conjuring.

“What the fuck do barrack bunnies have to do with this coalition you’re talking about,” Graves tries to redirect the question.

Shit. Right.

Like, you get why he’s confused. From his perspective at least. Tall, blonde, conventionally attractive with a southern drawl most girls would go gaga over, not to mention the commander of Shadow Company. He should be having women chase him from all over. And here he was with no bitches and getting zero play.

And yet none of those attributes were actually indicative of him like… being a good person. Graves soured you like 3 day old sweet tea. There was something both saccharine and bitter about him all wrapped together even if you didn’t know for sure what the problem was.

“You did something to piss off the bunnies. I don’t know what and frankly I'm afraid to ask. Like, I thought maybe some supreme pick me bunny would rise from the ranks and make her move anyway but they have made a united front. It is both impressive and terrifying,” you’ve got just enough alcohol in your system that fuck it, let’s tell a superior officer a little something about himself that he clearly doesn’t know. “And the rest of us noticed. So it slowed the not-bunnies rolls too.”

There’s a beat of silence before the lightbulb clicks in Ghost’s head and he is busting out laughing. You don’t think you’ve heard him ever make that much noise even when he’s grousing out orders.

Gaz is the next one for the lightbulb to go off, verbalizing what B.A.G. stood for to a stupified Commander (and equally stunned Soap and Price).

“It’s Bunnies Against Graves!”

#141 x reader #task force 141 #cod x reader #simon ghost riley #cod mwii #my writing #crack!fic #kyle gaz garrick #john price #john soap mactavish #it will never not be funny to me that graves is reviled by the fandom community for betraying 141 #the war crimes are not a big deal but YOU DONT GO AGAINST THE BOYS D< #phillip graves

[yuurei20]

Rook Info Compilation part 11: Beauty (pt2)

Rook says that his life’s work is to seek out beauty and support it, that he is “a seeker and defender of beauty” and that extolling the virtues of beauty and pursuing aesthetic excellence is his very mission in life.

Vil says that Rook has a “finely tuned sense for beauty,” which is why he enlists Rook’s help during Fairy Gala.

Rook explains, “My life is enriched by the mere existence of beauty in all forms. Beauty has the power to grant salvation to its beholders or to drive them utterly mad. But it is also frail and ephemeral. The moment you take your eyes off of it, it could be lost forever. Which is why I make it my goal in life to protect and support beauty to the fullest extent of my abilities."

Jamil comments that, while beautiful, Vil isn’t exactly fragile, ephemeral or in need of protection and Rook responds, “What I wish to safeguard is not Vil himself; it is the notion of beauty he embodies…Your eureka moment will come once you meet someone whose mere existence illuminates your life like so many sunbeams.”

Rook has many voice lines about beauty, saying, “I am fickle by nature and am captivated by any beautiful thing I see. I don’t think I’m ready to marry just yet,” “Honing your sense is an essential part of cultivating beauty,” “Beauty is impossible to comprehend in its entirety. That’s why it captivates me so” and “Natural-born beauty is one thing, but beauty attained via hard work is powerful in its own right.”

Jade compliments Rook on his quick thinking during Phantom Bride and Rook says he is certain that Jade would do the same for him. When Azul points out that, no, Jade would have looked on and chuckled, Rook says “I suppose there is also beauty in leaving matters to fate.”

#twisted wonderland #twstrook #Rook Hunt #twstfacts #Rookfacts

[mrghostrat]

I remember you posting a blurred gif of the outline of atws, so if you don't mind me asking, how do you do that? Like, get the outline onto paper and not just scenes in your head. That's something I've always struggled with, because it's hard to write without an outline, but hard to do the outline when I don't have a first draft? I'm not sure how to explain it so I hope this makes any sense at all lmao

ahh so fair! some people just don't operate that way and you gotta do what's best for your brain. no point exhausting all your energy trying to squeeze into a "standard writing process" that'll make writing even more difficult for yourself.

under the cut, i'm going to explain my writing process every step of the way, using scenes of ATWS. i hope it helps in some way? i don't think it's anything special, but this is just how i write to appease my adhd.

first, this might help: i once used storyplanner.com when i didn't know how to even start a story and i loved it. it's a great tool that can hold your hand every step of the way, or just prompt you to think on your own. there's over 20 planners that ask different questions like "what's your character's major flaw?" "what's the inciting incident?" "what outside elements hinder the character?" etc that will present you with a complete story structure when you're done with it.

ok, now, how i write:

as for the post in reference, that's the 2nd stage of my writing process. i get carried away with tangents and hone in on details, so i plan in dot points to try and force myself to keep it simple and stay zoomed out.

i just write what happens in chronological order, and if i have an idea for a later scene (or something that i just want to happen, but don't know when/where/how), i note that in a separate document that i can refer to while i plan. this also allows me to gloss over vague sections to keep my writing flow going.

stage 1:

i've started using Notion's "toggle list" feature to minimise the less important parts of a scene and keep myself focused on the overarching plot during this stage. this is what the first point looks like:

i go beat by beat, essentially amounting to an elevator pitch for each stage of my story. "crowley and aziraphale are streamer roommates" + "people start to notice they each live with someone and the speculation starts" + "crowley and aziraphale interact on twitch" + "they attend the edinburgh meetup" etc.

i finish a story before i move on from this stage. i won't start writing something in earnest until i know how it ends.

stage 2:

this is what you saw in my gif, and why that page was so long. that's every scene i'm going to write in the story.

sometimes i jump straight from stage 1 to writing, but ATWS required a lot more figuring out before i started any kind of prose. here i'm basically noting down the details of what each scene is, the brunt of what's happening. this is when i have to figure out those "vague sections" i glossed over earlier.

it's still just intended to be a rough outline so i know where the characters are and what's moving their relationship along. most of these dot points are short because i've already thought about them a thousand times, and may have more details noted down in a different document.

meanwhile some of them i'm planning out the scene as i'm dotting it, making not of dialogue that i want to include.

stage 3: my bracket method

i only use this stage when i'm struggling to write and need to baby step into it. this is my "bracket method" in which i write the scene without, like... caring? some people may consider this "double handling" which may drive you mad, but it's the most helpful thing i've ever done for my process.

i switch tenses, i write how i chat (no capitals etc) and just word vomit the scene without focusing on prose. ATWS came quite easily at first, and i didn't need to use stage 3 until i got to chapter 4 and hadn't written in a few days.

stage 4:

this is writing the actual prose, but i wanted to include it so you can see the differences, to help better understand my notes/planning/outlining stages:

and this is what a scene looks like with stage three bridging the gap:

#i swear this had a point #i think the point is: i literally just write each scene one by one as i think of them #but use all these little methods to keep it clean and tighten my own leash so i dont get carried away or lost #rat writes #ratwips #writing tips #writing process #art process #fan fic #ask a rat

[goszixx]

I’m sorry

Note: Honestly I had so many ideas that I didn’t want to write :( but! My friend gave me this idea and I think I wrote it alright.

Warning: male masturbation, blindfold, hair pulling, overstimulated, needy Yuta needs reader, horny Yuta. 

Shaky hands slid across his skin. They lowered, rubbing down creamy flesh and the dips of his chest. He felt as if he was on fire. Warm and sweaty, blush flushing his cheeks as his pants became tighter.

Yuta didn’t think he could get so riled up from a photo. But you were so beautiful, wearing such a tight dress that hugged your chest so nice, showing just enough to keep his mind racing. “I’m so-r-ry.” The raven babbled, drool leaking from his chin. He could barely touch himself without picturing your hand again.

You were out with your friends at a classy bar. The outing was to celebrate your close friend’s birthday. You warned Yuta he’d be alone in your apartment for a while but he thought he could handle himself. Truth is, the raven has been pent up recently. With constant tasks nipping at his heels, Yuta has been very busy as of late.

Besides a water down make out session in the kitchen and small pecks on the lips on his way to work. The poor man hasn’t had any action. He was desperate. Desperate for your touch and apple red lips. They were so soft on him, kissing him, sucking him.

A groan left Yuta’s lips as his hand patted the crotch of his dress pants. His legs wobbled as his frame leaned on the kitchen island. His palm settled on the buldge, pressing lightly and hissing from the discomfort. The sharp prick of his teeth settled on his chapped lips. Wet, his tongue glided across them. He continued chewing, debating on wether or not he should go through with it.

Added pressure had Yuta falling to his knees. His pant’s squeezed around his erection in the most agitating way that he just had to unzip them. The raven swallowed hard from the wet spot growing on his panties. It was driving him insane. The embarrassment, the pleasure, the pain.

Embarrassment of coming undone in the most depriving way. His body half covered on the kitchen floor. He was so weak he could barely make it from the enterance of the walk way. But how could he? With the burning feeling of his cock pulsing in his pant’s, his hot hands desperately touching himself.

Crimson bloomed on his pale face as he thought about something you mentioned earlier.

“A lack of a sensation can make your body sensitive.”

The words rang, causing Yuta’s head to throb. His fingers worked on his tie, eyes large and slightly teary. He tied the clothing over his eyes and ears, making his hair fall messily over the band. Weirdly enough, it helped with the embarrassment leaking from his cock.

“I’m so-rry.” He repeated, teeth leaving his lips to break into a moan as his back slumped against the counter. His fingers played with his nipples, his free hand roughly pulling down his underwear. A few strokes down his cock had him choking. His calloused hands had him hissing as heat enveloped his cock. “So pre-tty~”

“I could say the same about you, Yuta.” In a lustful whisper you spoke, fingers impatiently threaded into his hair. Your velvet covered hands soothed his scalp. You could feel him jump from your words. His embarrassment skyrocketing. With the jump came something even more pathetic. Yuta came on the spot, cum staining his white button up.

He scrambled as cum continued to ooze from his cock. “H-Hone-y I~” He tried pulling off the tie from his face but froze from the grip on his hair. Yuta whimpered, more blush highlighting his gorgeous skin.

Somehow, he could feel your eyes on him, watching him and judging him. It made his erection twitch alive. A comical scoff left your enchanting lips. “Do you need some help? You came once but that doesn’t seem to be enough.”

A clothed finger poked at Yuta’s tip. Swirling around the head before swiping over the slit. The babbling raven couldn’t help but drool. “Yuta, your getting my gloves dirty.” You stated, dipping down on your knees. Watching his legs jerk from the little physical attention you gave him, made a small smirk bloom on your painted lips. “These cost a fortune, how will you ever pay for these?”

“I-I-“ He tried to start but his mind was racing. His nails scraped against the floor boards, pleasure overwhelming his body. “I’ll buy you a… new pair… I’m sorry. I can’t help it.” Yuta tried to reason between his pants.

You couldn’t help but smile at the response, giving the raven a small kiss . Your lips lingered on his. One hand guiding his head by your hair, the other started to pump his weeping erection. Yuta kissed you feverishly. His tongue was sloppy as his mind tried focusing on not thrusting into your hand. “There you go Yuta. Now can you be a good boy for me and cum on my hand?”

The words traced the pale skin of the man’s neck as your lips trailed down his exposed body slowly. Yuta’s eyes were squeezed shut, his body felt burnt alive yet limp. “Just came… honey I…”

He was lost. Lost in what to focus on and what to do besides melt into your hands and kisses. “I know, but try.” You cooed. Yuta nodded wearily before thrusting into your hand to his content.

He wanted to come for you so badly it was painful. He’d do just about anything to please you.

#fanfic #goszixx #jujutsu kaisen #anime #smut #anime smut #jjk #jjk smut #jjk x you #yuta okkotsu #yuta x reader #yuta smut #yuta oneshot

[moreespressoformydepresso]

I’m working on a thing where all the tributes of the 10th Hunger Games won separate games, ultimately leading to president Snow getting his shit rocked because he sucked from the beginning and TBOSAS proved that, and I was thinking about how all the tributes would have won their games. The way you play the game and what led to your victory will probably have impact on how you cope and what exactly triggers PTSD. I’ve been mostly focused on Lamina and Treech because I love the district 7 tributes they’re built different, but I’ll try to come up with as many as possible for this list:

Velvereen was a career, and scored multiple kills while working with them, but ultimately the alliance broke apart as their members died off in their attempts to hunt down others. Velvereen, being less murder-happy, didn’t get revenge killed, nor did she get overwhelmed by a tribute she attacked, which left her as the last of the pack standing. She won because her last opponent used a melee weapon and she used throwing knives. Thanks to the advantage she had by not only having a long range weapon, but also a lifetime of training to hone her accuracy, she ended their would-be-battle swiftly and took the win.

Facet was also a part of the career pack, not necessarily hunting people down but going out of his way to kill whoever he came across that wasn’t a career. His weapon of choice was a spear, and he won by leaving the career pack when the water got a bit too hot under the team’s feet, and spearing the last tribute like a cannibal-style meat skewer.

Sabyn made full use of her superior health and knowledge of building structures in an urban arena. Aside from using her skill with the mace to bludgeon people to death, she also used it to hit all the weak points in the structures and collapsed walls on top of people. She took out the last remaining tributes by collapsing a building on top of them and killing off the survivors with her mace.

Marcus spent most of his games using his vastly superior physical strength and more well-fed state to his advantage, knowing most of his allies were waiting for the moment they thought they no longer needed him to get rid of him. His solution was to run awa- just kidding he killed them all in their sleep and used the intellect everyone thought he lacked for the rest of the games until the final fight, where he bashed the other tribute’s head into the rocks and then choked them to death.

Teslee wins her games by using her knowledge of electronics to reactivate the mines around the starting platforms and hiding in the cornucopia when there’s only four people left. When the mutts drive everyone to the middle of the arena, they’re subsequently blown up.

Circ wins his games in similar fashion to Teslee, except he gets forced to help the careers with his intellect and knowledge of technology. In response, Circ uses his intellect and knowledge of technology to trick the careers into protecting him and handing him weapons until he no longer needs them, then having the plan they made him execute literally blow up in their face and electrocuting several of them in the process. The last career is killed when Circ evades their attacks until they hit an electrical line with their fully metal weapon.

Coral probably won the same way she almost did in the movie. She was part of the career pack and made sure to be the one to backstab their allies first. There is no little brother figure for her to be worried about, nor are there snakes designed to kill every last person in the arena, so she has all the room and time she needs to handily shish kebab the last tribute and claim victory.

Mizzen doesn’t have as much brutal efficiency, nor the physique that Coral did even though I’m aging him up. He instead wins by mixing her strategy with the tried and true method of staying away from the things that could turn you into a pincushion. It’s like Marcus’ approach in reverse, starting with intellect and finishing with brute strength. He joins the careers, but as soon as things go slightly south he takes out the biggest threat when they aren’t paying attention and runs for the hills (or ocean, because district 4). He lures the last tribute to a body of water by pretending to run away and using the dark so they don’t see the cliff coming, and once they’re in his territory he uses his net to catch them and his trident or knife to finish them off.

Lamina cries so much in the lead up to the games that everyone, including her mentors, have given up on her. Once the games actually begin she surprises everyone with her strategy and skill with an ax, climbing a mountain high enough that people can’t kill her without going up themself and only coming down when she has to. When she does, she stockpiles water and food so she can stay up as long as possible while waiting for the others to whittle down the numbers. On one of her runs she finds a tribute who had a run in with the careers and was tortured almost to death. At their request, she puts them out of their misery. At the end of the games she’s barely got a scratch on her and is still at peak health for the circumstances. She’s forced to come down by the gamemakers, and all but one tribute is killed by the mutts. However, they’re so badly hurt that they beg her to just finish it and end their torment, at which point she hands out a second mercy kill.

Treech won his games by focusing on survival during training and pretending to be very bad at wielding an ax, only showing enough skill to avoid suspicion since he’s from the lumber district. He used good looks and charm during the interview to gain sponsors and talked about home to set up a proper sob story to get sympathy. He used the confusion of the cornucopia to snatch some of the supplies further away from the cornucopia and stays hidden from other tributes for the entirety of his games. Thanks to his stealing from everyone, including the careers, without getting caught, he has enough screen time to maintain his sponsors without putting himself in too much danger, especially before he gets his hands on an ax. His only kills occur during the final minutes of the games, where he jumps the last three careers once he realizes they won’t fight each other until he’s dead and waiting for the capitol to send mutts is more dangerous. He uses the element of surprise to jump the careers, cleaving one in the head and throwing his ax at the career with a long range weapon, before using his knife to injure the last tribute while stopping them from fatally wounding him until he manages to pull the ax from the body of the second career, turning to avoid a swing and gain momentum before swinging down and planting his ax in the last kid’s neck, killing them instantly.

Bobbin lost his arm in the games (I cannot see him as someone that isn’t Knox Gibson), and killed someone with a needle since he knows five ways to do exactly that. After losing his arm, he stayed alive by sewing it and several dangerous gashes closed so he wouldn’t bleed to death. He tripped the second to last other tribute using thread from his clothing and they got ripped to shreds by mutts that had been released into the arena. The last person was killed with that same thread, a brick, and yet again a needle.

Wovey used her perceived disadvantage (again, I cannot see a Wovey that isn’t Sofia Sanchez) by making everyone believe she’s weak. The arena was an industrial terrain not unlike district eight, which meant hiding was a piece of cake for her. Also, she used her knowledge of these kinds of buildings to lead whatever tribute was chasing her around until they were in a prime place for her to strike or ran into another tribute to strike for her. The last tribute was pushed into a machine, which crunched them to death.

Sheaf used her agility to her advantage, and luckily there was a sickle in the arena for her so her strategy became to rush at people with melee weapons, who would then predictably prepare to block a head-on attack, only to duck past them and cleave them in the back. She won her games by tiring her opponent out and decapitating them.

Panlo picks up on skills easily, and in the three days he had at the training centre he learned to shoot pretty decently with a bow and arrow. He’s best with a sickle, but they didn’t have those in his arena and he’d rather stay long range so bow and arrow it was. Nobody expected him to become so proficient so quickly, and since none of the careers used bows Panlo waited until after the bloodbath to run to the cornucopia and grab the set, as well as some supplies. He spent his games scoping out good sniper posts and shooting anyone who got too close for comfort, winning the games by waiting for the last two to finish duking it out and shooting the winner in the stomach, then finishing it with a shot through the chest.

Tanner won his games by joining an alliance (not the careers) and relying on their numbers to keep others from attacking him for as long as possible. During the final fight he uses his strength to wrestle the other person to the ground and uses his knife and experience from working in the slaughterhouses to gut them.

Brandy wins her games by using everything she knows from the slaughterhouses to kill the other tributes. During her last battle, she wrestles the other tribute to the ground and snaps their neck.

Dill is also aged up, and used her fragile state to play innocent before dropping all sorts of deadly things on people’s heads from the trees and poisoning them with her knowledge of agriculture.

Reaper is basically Thresh if Thresh hadn’t died so the capitol could have their star-crossed lovers death battle (you cannot tell me the storm didn’t have that exact purpose, the mutts are more ambiguous). Physically intimidating and strong, but deciding to lay low for most of the games rather than going on a rampant murder spree. He refuses to play the game and doesn’t kill anyone until he and one of the careers are the last two standing. The skirmish ends with Reaper scoring a revenge kill for his district partner, who was killed by this tribute.

Jessup used his strength to to intimidate the other tributes into steering clear of him. He joins the careers right until they’ve got one more dangerous tribute to get rid of, at which point he knows it’s time to cut his losses and run away. He keeps the careers alive, because he needs them to get rid of the other tribute and he’s lower on the priority list, but he knows that once that kid’s gone he’s the next to go. So he subtly stalls them until a night where it’s his turn to watch and grabs as many supplies as he can quietly get his hands on and leaves them behind. Another tribute stumbles across them and gets rid of half the pack, but that’s not Jessup’s concern. He wins the games by smashing a bottle over another tribute’s head and stabbing them to death with the shards.

Lucy Gray Baird wins by becoming the capitol favorite for her games. Her “performance” leads to her getting more sponsors than even some of the careers, which allows her to stay alive without having to put herself into much danger to get supplies. She wins by singing to snake mutts until they recognize her scent and stop attacking her, at which point she has venomous sentient weapons in her arsenal which she makes full use of, taking out two tributes with snake bites and ultimately distracting the last other tribute with them, using the opening it gives her to kill them.

I genuinely cannot think of anything for Hy, Sol, Ginnee or Otto for now, sorry 😅.

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #treech tbosas #tbosas treech #treech #treech thg #tbosas lamina #lamina thg #lamina tbosas #tanner thg #tbosas tanner #tanner tbosas #coral ​tbosas #tbosas coral #tbosas mizzen #mizzen tbosas #circ tbosas #teslee #hy #tbosas bobbin #wovey tbosas #wovey #panlo #sheaf #reaper ash #dill tbosas #jessup diggs #lucy gray baird #marcus tbosas #brandy

[victoirey]

howdy hi hello!! How are you? If possible, could you write something about Lo'ak with an Avatar friend and all the shenanigans they'd get into? Like him seeing their human form for the first time or watching their iknimaya? (headcanons or sum perhaps).

♡. young, dumb, broke ! —

synopsis / lo'ak and you are just... vibing...

gn!avatar!reader | currently listening to the QUEEN bibi while writing this . hi bb, you’re such a sweetie awe! i hope u enjoy this silly lil thing <3

you ( let's say ten year old you ) were the pandora-friendly labs attempt at creating an avatar with what little products they had to make one— and you were a success. you weren't just a kid in the lab now. you were an operator. you'd be trained and treated like one. your first test drive was when you met Jake's children— more specifically, lo'ak. you were tasked to do normal kid things with lo'ak, like jump through trees and climb stuff. why? because it was a test to see whether or not their updates would work, that is, default parkour skills.

it did not. you fell flat on your face first thing. lo'ak started laughing, before helping you up and instructing you to start with little things first. you did. he acted as your instructor for however long you think you'd need to adjust to parkour, and when you finally honed that skill of yours‐ he wouldn't be your instructor. not anymore. he'd just be your friend.

funny isn't it? two ten year olds meet, and no one knows it yet— but it's the start of something beautiful. from then on, you become bestfriends.

neytiri is set off by you, except to some extent— you remind her of jake. like a baby, making noise, don't know what to do and all that. so unintentionally, she takes you under her wing by teaching you about their culture & their language. you enjoy her lessons, and you laugh & grow with her. Sooner or later, your smile brings a smile to neytiris face— sooner or later, you become her child.

jake welcomes you with open arms— and, like, neytiri, sees alot of himself in you. he is the one who teaches you self defense, he watches as you improve your fighting skills— and he watches as you best neteyam in combat. for the first time. he smiles proudly, placing a firm hand on your hair as you relish in your victory. you become his child, too.

neteyam had always bested you in combat, as golden child and all that— but nonetheless, when you first bested him in that field— he was proud. turns out that while neytiri had been focusing on teaching you culture and language, and jake had been focusing on self defense — neteyam had been doing both. neteyam had solidified his place as your big brother before jake and neytiri would solidify their places as your mother and father figures.

kiri saw you as an extention of lo'ak, so technically another dumboface, and yet it's like she's more chill around you than she is with lo'ak ( read: she's chasing lo'ak around with an arrow like it's NOTHING but when it comes to you she's suddenly sooo chill and soo yolo like.... damn who's the favorite i CANNOT tell )

you were there when tuk was born, you were one of the people who got to hold her — and you admired her, for she was beautiful. you watched her grow up. she loves you. end of story.

norm and max had so much whiplash with how far you've gone. they just poofed back into their lab once jake reassured them you'd be okay.

fast forward three years later, youre thirteen! you and lo'ak basically grew up together, and you've done everything you could've imagined with him. in your avatar. neytiri & jake have done enough , and believe that you are ready to go through your ikinimaya, and when they tell you that, you are absolutely flabbergasted. you didn't know someone could get an ikinimaya this young. ( pretty sure they can't but PRETEND THEY CAN ) except well! you know ! your motto is yolo!!! so let's light this candle !!

"you are doing well so far. the hard part comes next, child." neytiri said, before kneeling down & pointing to the rookery. "walk with courage, and keep your chin high. the ikran must choose you, and you must choose them. trust your heart, ma'ite/itan. trust your heart." she advised, you looked at her, confused. "how will I know if the ikran chooses me?"

"they will try to kill you."

what. what. WHAT. your mind went haywire with the thought of threatened death, and yet you have come too far to back out. the family watched over you, lo'ak silently cheering you on as tuk, perched upon neteyams back, gave you a big thumbs up. you smiled awkwardly. norm was biting the inside of his cheek, watching you from above. the ikrans roared. you had a charge of bravery.

you walked through the rookery, mindlessly but still quietly, as to not catch their attention.

you stopped at a certain ikran. it was a teal beauty, with such wonderful stripes— one look at it, and you knew. you knew this was the one Eywa had saved for you. you looked in its eye, it roared— you tilted your head and hissed in response.

the ikran sped to you, you took the chance to wrap the lasso around its mouth in order to block its teeth from biting you — and you struggled for a good several minutes, fighting back & hissing & doing whatever you could to bond with the creature.

you did.

jake ran straight to you— you, who were immediately securing your seat on the ikran— getting ready for the first flight. "good, y/n. now think, fly!" he yelled, making sure you heard him.

you looked at him surprised, overwhelmed by everything happening around you— "fly? alre—" you screamed as the ikran dipped down and flew straight up — you almost fell off. almost. you were holding for dear life before you got a hang of it— but then, the moment neteyam came to fetch you, you were laughing your arse off & hugging your ikran.

you were also, probably, crying tears of joy at the fact you were still alive.

...yeah.

it was an experience!!!

now, when you first got your ikran, lo'ak was so proud of you!! you & him definitely started racing more often, and you're currently even scored except you're aiming for the sky!! you and his family , your family , get into alot of shenanigans that'd render this post too long for tumblr too post if I typed it all up— but moral of the story, you have way too much fun with them.

way too much fun.

you forget you're human, sometimes.

no matter!!! norm and max are always there to remind you by completely and utterly humiliating you ( /j ) infront of the family by pulling you by the ear , apologizing, taking you back to the lab so you can revert back to your sad little human body and eat. during one of those times, norm asks you if they've ever seen you out of your avatar. you jerk your head no, and he gasps dramatically. suddenly they're updating your na'vi avatar because this can also be used to improve their skills and your avatar, while also bringing you closer to the family by showing them your human self. I don't care if that doesn't make sense I'm word vomiting.

if they were honest, the family on a daily basis forgot you were originally human. only when reminded would they gasp at their foolishness, but could anyone blame them? they had never seen you before. the actual you under the avatar, who operated the avatar that ate with them and laughed with them. you always seemed so okay with that fact, knowing that it was possible they'd never see you. however, they haven't seen you at all today! it was getting worrying, as ever since you were introduced to them— you'd always come back to play with lo'ak. lo'ak himself was worried, what if you were sick? what if you DIED OF UNNATURAL CAUSES?

"you need not worry so much, maitan." neytiri said, calmly— cooking up tonight's dinner for the clan. "yeah, son, maybe it's an off day for them—" jake interjected, to be interrupted by a scuffle in the grass. a foreign human was running to their clan, obviously from their lab, but you know. still foreign, to others.

to others.

lo'ak, however, knew from the start. that was Y/N.

lo'ak , on instinct , ran to you— a you who was obviously unprepared. you screamed as he jumped onto you, hugging you close to him, laughing his heart out. you were slipping in and out of consciousness from the strength of his jump, that is, if we were to exaggerate it— however, realistically, you were just caught off guard and breathing heavily. yet, you still manage to breathe out— "I see you."

lo'ak smiles. "I see you, y/n."

lo'ak teases you about how small you are in your human form, comparing you to a newborn baby & using you as an armrest.

"you're the size of a toddler." "lo'ak, I am going to murder you."

however, you don't notice it, but other than the armrest he's way more careful around you. he treats you gently , helping you get off and on high ledges. he's also fascinated by your features! definitely compares hand sizes with you and makes fun of you even more. neytiri just shakes her head.

"hah! look at that! that is the hand of a baby!" "you do not deserve to live"

having seen your humanity, having accepted it as a part of you, there was an unspoken strength that gathered into your bond and made it stronger than it ever was. lo'ak , in general , is loyal. that is the fatal flaw, and yet it is also one of the best traits of the sully family. loyalty. you didn't even need to worry about him judging your human form, his loyalty completely brushes that off. in any form you appear to him to, you are you. he loves you.

general headcanons!!!

lo'ak and you, obviously, are the best duo ever. nobody messes with you unless they want to mess with both of you, & many gape at your daring. not lo'ak though. you guys get into catfights on the daily. you say something mean he says a meaner thing. he does something cool, you do a cooler thing. kind of like "you're my rival, but you're more so my friend." thing. it's very nice.

lo'ak , as we all know , has human blood in him— so he'd definitely come to you, curious about where his dad came from, what his dad grew up in. he'd be hooked onto your every word, listening and laughing to your stories— a tiktok? ( pretend they exist because screw you guys TIKTOK WILL LIVE ) what's a tiktok? do you have access to it? you do?? teach me a tiktok dance ( command )

you guys probably have screaming matches ( "YOU'RE GAY!" "YOU'RE 10000X MORE GAY THAN I COULD EVER BE!!" "I HATE YOU!!" "I HATE YOU TIMES INFINITY , PENIS FACE!!" "ay don't make me get over there—" )

you also probably lend eachother your shoulder when you're down, most especially lo'ak— he's the second son, and anything that starts with second is already bad. he's the outcast— but you see him. it's why he's so loyal to you. you are his friend.

tsireya & you get along quite well! ever since you moved to awa'atlu, lo'ak has had his eye on her, and you , admittedly , do aswell— because who would NOT have an eye for that beauty— yet you guys are more besties than lovies. you probably tease lo'ak about her.

" oooo there's your wifey—" "sHUSH—"

rotxo is who instructs you, actually! you guys are like this 🤞 you're friends and nothing more than friends and yet lo'ak needs someone to tease you about ( unless you want to be more than friends with rotxo because if you do ill gladly make a part two ) so he just teases you about him.

"so , when are you gonna kiss him?" "die."

aonung though? at first, you hated his guts. you were continously pulling at eachothers tails and honestly, lo'ak had to hold you back from smacking the crap out of him when he insulted kiri as him and his brother had already done enough damage— however, you managed to break freak and deal some more damage. safe to say, you got the SCOLDING of your LIFETIME from jake

"okay but they insulted kiri" "YES BUT-" "but they insulted kiri." "Y/N." "they. insulted. kiri."

after that though you guys are cool. you guys probably even tease tsireya & lo'ak together

"there they are, the lovers—" "how cute!" "Y/N!"

even through everything that went on during the battle, you and lo'ak ( and neteyam ) all made it alive. not unscathed, but alive.

you both fool around and stuff in general, kind of like those nice stoners except without the stoner so just nice little fools, but after the battle? you just both needed to hug it out . his grip on you was tight as he cried , and you didn't mind. you just ... needed the love.

once young dumb broke highschool kids, still young and broke, but no longer dumb.

#lo'ak x reader #lo'ak #neteyam x reader #tuktirey #avatar tuktirey #avatar tuk #avatar neteyam #avatar kiri #kiri x reader #avatar neytiri #avatar jake #avatar 2009 #james cameron avatar #avatar lo'ak #awow lo'ak #awow x reader #atwow x reader #avatar 2009 x reader #avatar 2 x reader #neytiri #avatar 2022 #avatar 2022 x reader #avatar : the way of water #tsireya #rotxo #ao'nung #avatar tsireya #avatar rotxo #avatar ao'nung #jake sully

[forbidden-creature-snacks]

I keep thinking about last night with my Bunny. It was hot and exciting and freeing. Something clicked that allowed me to do something that I've never been able to do before, due to walls I've had built up against being freely sexual however feels best. Walls which I have been trying to break down for a while now.

I did what I have been practicing. Getting out of my head and into my instincts. I honed in on the feeling of us grinding on each other, honed in on my Bunny's scent, honed in on our breathing getting heavier, feeling everything getting more and more heated.

And then, it clicked. I opened my eyes, and I knew my Bun could see it in them. The crazed starvation and animalistic drive. They looked at me with their big doe eyes and in a soft, pleading voice, whispered "use me".

It was so sudden, so jolting, feeling this Creature in me take full control of my body, even my vision and perception. It was ecstatic. It had never had full control of our body like this before. Just this surrender to the Monster alone was a pleasure I never realized I needed so much.

The woman beneath me was no longer a person, but a thing solely for my pleasure. A small, pathetic, weak, sweet little thing that I could toy with all I wanted. My body did whatever the fuck it wanted to with them. A makeshift gag was shoved into their mouth while I rammed my lower thigh between their legs over and over again, when I wasn't busy rutting against them. My hands scratched and grabbed and pulled. My tongue licked and my teeth bit. I growled and grunted and laughed at how dumb and pathetic they looked.

My leg felt slick from how wet she was. I spit on her, spit in her mouth, and after the noise of pleasure she made from that, I laughed at how disgusting she was for enjoying this so much. A wet fucking mess. With her hands in my boxers, she tried once to make a smart remark about how I was, too.

"Yes, I'm wet, but I'm not pathetic like you. You'll take any part of me that I rub against you, you fucking whore," I jeered, then began to rub my entire leg up and down against her cunt, from the top of my thigh clear down to my foot. It glided so smoothly, so effortlessly from how slick and needy she was. I growled and laughed again at her whines and moans, while her hips moved wildly and frantically against me.

But no matter how lost they got in their own pleasure, mine was top priority. "Use both of your fucking hands," I growled into their ear, tired of them forgetting what their whole purpose was. To pleasure me.

Putty in my hands. Not a single thought behind her dumb eyes. Moans and groans and whines from her every time I fucked her mouth with my tongue, or rubbed part of me against her to keep her dripping and needy.

As pleasure built up in my own body, I grabbed her face and shoved her head to the side and into the pillows. Laughing and growling and grunting as I had been doing. Telling her "just like that, keep going" when she did exactly what I wanted her to. Mocking her for liking it, then praising her for doing it just right.

I'm a squirter. Big time. It's forceful. I knew that, and they knew that. Euphoria flooded through my body, right before the orgasm, as the realization crossed my mind that I could drench them in a way I never could if I had been born with a cock.

I grabbed her hair as I came, drowning her as I spilled all over her stomach, some running down her hips and between her legs. I kept rutting, grunting "take it, take it!" over and over again as I rode the waves of pleasure.

I could imagine it seeping into her skin, into her folds. She was covered in me, and it felt as if I had bred her more effectively than any human ever could. She'd be having my offspring. Little abominations. I was so proud.

But the little whore wasn't done. No, no. Not even close. They wanted more of me, and I wasn't done having fun with them, either.

She was begging for my fingers at this point. She begged so pathetically, so sweetly, I just had to. Three fingers slipped inside of her so easily that a fourth unintentionally followed, like she was trying to swallow my hand whole. I finger fucked her fast and hard, with the same amount of energy and aggression I had been doing everything else with.

She came, squirting everywhere. Her mess, mixing with mine, resulting in us sitting in our own puddle we made together. It felt so fucking good. Both of us releasing so completely. But I wasn't going to let my insatiable whore stop there, oh no.

I lost count of the amount of times she came. She was trembling, whining, crying as I coaxed more out of her. Teasing her sensitive clit until she couldn't help but climb back up for another climax. Me touching her, then watching her own fingers disappear onto herself. Her, begging me to suck on her. Gladly, I devoured her.

I found myself getting hard again. My hands wandered down between my own legs, at my own pleasure, and I drove myself to drench my Bunny once more, laughing at the sight, as they reached to touch themself yet again. Poor, brainless fucktoy. Dumb Fuck Bunny. Little thing can't help but like such depraved things as being drowned in my own flood of pleasure.

At the end, as their eyes rolled back into their head yet again, and their face turned red, then purple. I laughed and said "it seems I finally killed my prey," before I bit down on their throat.

She was a whining, trembling, crying, spasming mess beneath me after it all. Whining like a poor mutt. I felt satisfied, proud at a job well done.

The Creature was satiated. It let me regain more control of our body, although it stayed close to help me provide aftercare to our Little Bun.

It felt so good to let it take control. To let it break through that gentler, more anxious part of me that fears hurting someone, that fears being seen as predatory. To let go and let It run wild, tearing our Toy to shreds. And I'm excited to see It grow.

#primal #ftm nsft #ftm dom #primal play #queer nsft #dom stuff #creature #predator #predator/prey #smut #monster nsft #monster fucker #ftm ns/fw #trans nsft #feral

[sydsaint]

This duo>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Summary: The reader is forced to choose sides when her two best friends have a violent falling out.

"Hey, Y/N. Have you seen my boots anywhere?" Jack asks you from across the room.

"The brown ones?" You reply from the side of your hotel room bed. "Yeah, I stuffed them in your bag earlier." You inform him.

Jack looks down at the half-packed bag at his feet and moves a couple of things to the side. He spots his boots at the bottom of the bag and nods. "Oh, thanks." He thanks you. "You almost packed for the show? I promised Tyler that we'd meet him in the lobby in like five minutes."

"Yep, I'm ready to go." You zip up your bag with a grin.

Jack does one last check of his bag and the two of you head down to the hotel lobby. In the lobby, you spot Tyler first standing off to the side of the room in his usual hoodie and sweats. "Do you think he ever washes those?" You joke with Jack.

"Probably not, no." Jack laughs with you. "Hey, Tyler." He waves at his stoic new best friend.

"Hey." Tyler looks up from his phone. "Hey, Y/N." He adds and flashes you a friendly smile.

You smile back at Tyler and adjust your bag hanging from your shoulder. "Hey, Ty." You greet him. "You ready to head out? Because Jack has been climbing the walls all afternoon." You joke.

"Yep." Tyler chuckles and everyone files out to the rental car.

You and Tyler walk ahead of Jack and casually chat. Behind you, Jack can't help but notice that you and Tyler are shoulder to shoulder. Like two peas in a pod. A small twinge of jealousy forces Jack forward and between the two of you as casually as he can.

"Who's driving?" Jack asks to break the ice.

"I can drive." You suggest. "You've got that match with Sanada tonight Jack. So you should let either me or Tyler drive. It's the least we can do, right Tyler?" You nudge Tyler's shoulder playfully.

Tyler nods and eyes the keys you're twirling around in your hand. "I'll drive." He snatches the keys from you. "My dad taught me manners. And that means you never let your girl drive if she doesn't have to." He jokes.

"Oh, so I'm your girl now?" You giggle, just joking around with Tyler.

"In this scenario, yes," Tyler replies.

Jack huffs behind the two of you but doesn't say anything as you all make it out to the rental car. Everyone loads up their stuff and Tyler climbs into the driver's seat. You go for the passenger side, but Jack beats you.

"Nope, my turn to sit up front." Jack grins at you playfully.

"Fine." You fake a pout and climb into the back.

Everyone chats about work until you arrive at the arena. Everyone files inside and Tyler heads out to find his dad and check in. You walk back to the locker room with Jack and hang out with him for a bit.

"So, since when are you and Tyler so close?" Jack asks you casually while unpacking his bag.

"Hmm?" You look up from your phone. "Oh, I don't know." You shrug. "A couple of weeks, I guess. You know how Mr.Khan asked Taz and Excalibur to help me kind of hone my journalism and broadcasting skills lately?"

Jack nods, remembering you telling him about Khan wanting you to potentially be a broadcaster for the show in the future. "Yeah, I remember." He confirms.

"Well, I've been spending so much time around, Taz. Tyler and I just kind of started talking I guess. Plus now you two are like a team or whatever this is." You add.

"Right." Jack nods.

A bit later, Tyler heads back to the locker room and walks over to you. "Hey, Y/N. My dad wanted me to give this to you." He hands you a small vanilla folder.

"Okay." You furrow your brows as you take the folder from Tyler. "What is it?" You ask him.

"No clue." Tyler shrugs. "He just said that you should study it." He adds. "Knowing my dad, it's probably homework." He jokes.

You laugh and open the folder. "Oh, you are so right." You find a large stack of notes in the folder. "Man, leave it to Taz to assign me homework for a pay-per-view."

You and Tyler both laugh and Jack once again feels left out of the loop. He pushes his feelings down, however, and tries to focus on his upcoming match. He slips away to get changed while you and Tyler hang out.

When Jack comes back, you and Tyler are sitting as close as can be without you being in his lap. "Seriously, your dad can't work on his penmanship a little?" You complain to Tyler. "What does that even say?" You ask him.

Tyler chuckles at your struggle and points to the page sitting on your lap. He picks up a pen and corrects the page for you.

"You two are still going over those?" Jack walks over to you.

"Yeah." You nod. "Ty's dad writes like a total gremlin." You joke. "You look ready to go though, Jack. How are you feeling about tonight?"

Jack watches you push your work to the side for a bit. And he's glad that he's gotten your attention back for a bit.

"Here, I'll do a few more corrections for you, Y/N." Tyler takes the papers from you.

"Thanks, Ty." You smile at him and turn back to Jack.

You and Jack sit on the other side of the room and talk for a bit. You've been friends with Jack since both of you joined AEW at the same time. You've been with him through everything. Being in Jurassic Express. Letting Christian become his mentor. Being betrayed by Christian. Their fued. All of it. But lately, Jack can't help but feel like he's been losing you.

The time for Jack's match with Sanada comes up and you all head to the tunnel with him. You give Jack one last hug and an encouraging smile before he heads out with Tyler to back him up. You stay behind and try your best to study Taz's notes about how to properly analyze the action in the ring.

After a grueling match, Jack ends up losing to Sanada. You feel slightly bad for your best friend's loss. But it is Sanada that he's up against. So the loss isn't something that he should beat himself up, over. You watch Tyler help Jack up the ramp and over to the tunnel like the good friend he is, but then something shocking happens.

Seemingly out of nowhere, Jack reels away from Tyler and attacks him. Blindsided, Tyler hits the floor hard clutching the back of his head. You are on your feet in an instant and race through the tunnel.

"Jack! What the hell are you doing?" You come through the tunnel and race past Jack to check on Tyler.

"Really?" Jack snaps at you. "You go right for him? Don't even bother to acknowledge me?" He confronts you.

You kneel down next to Tyler but turn your head to face Jack. "What? Jack, you attacked him!" You remind him. "I'm sorry you lost your match, okay? But what did Tyler do?" You ask him.

"You like him more than me, don't you?" Jack confronts you. "Don't even try and lie to me, Y/N. I know it's true. Well, guess what HOOK, you can have her!" He sneers.

"Jack!" You get to your feet. "Come on, this isn't you! You're not this guy!"

Jack snickers and shakes his head at you. "I'm sick and tired of being a pushover, Y/N. Maybe Christian was right. Being the good guy never gets you anywhere."

Jack storms off and half expects you to follow after him. To try and convince him that he's wrong. To beg him not to go. But you turn around and go back to helping Tyler and Jack knows that he's right. You do love Tyler more than him.

"Tyler? Ty, are you okay?" You help Tyler to his feet.

Tyler rubs the back of his head and steadies himself on your arm. He shakes out his hair and composes himself before he grabs your arm gently. "I'm fine. Are you okay?" He asks you back. "He didn't try and grab you or anything did he?"

"No!" You insist. "Jack, he-He'd never do that to me. He's...he's a good guy." You try and reason with yourself.

"Not anymore, he's not," Tyler replies. "And he's gonna pay for this. For hitting me and for hurting you." He insists.

You head backstage with Tyler and go with him to get some ice for his head. While you're both in the trainer's room, Taz comes by to check on you both.

"Hey! You kids, alright?" Taz asks when he comes into the room. "That was a pretty nasty shot to the back of the head, son. And, Y/N. How are you holding up, kid?"

"We're fine, Dad," Tyler answers first. "It's not going to happen again. That's for sure." He absentmindedly grabs your hand.

Taz notices the gesture and nods. "She's a good choice." He jokes like you aren't right there. "Smart girl. And tough as well."

You laugh a little, feeling a bit better about the whole situation. Jack might be playing right into what Christian wanted for him. But you won't be so easily broken.

#wrestling #aew #aew dynamite #all elite wrestling #aew fanfiction #aew imagine #aew wrestling #jungle boy #jack perry #aew hook #send hook #hook #x reader

[thief-of-eggs]

As a fandom, I think we often forget that Damain is an artist.

Also, I think we forget what that can mean for him as a character. We forget all the little characterization details and all the little traits he might have because of it.

I think that he’d be a very messy artist. I think that his space would be chaotic and disheveled, so in contrast with everything else about him. I think he would take inspiration from the mess, and would allow art to be the one place that he lets himself embrace the chaos. His room would be immaculate, his swords expertly displayed, but his art space? Chaos.

I think he’d paint a lot of serene nature shots, as well as a lot of faces. I think he’d explore human emotion through drawing. I think he’d intently study anatomy, and would use the skill to better his fighting, as well as his art. I think he’d be deeply intrigued about how to best capture the human form, and would love drawing poses and people in motion.

I think that he would see art everywhere he goes. I think that while the forefront of his mind would be on fighting during patrol, that he’d notice little things about the thugs he faces- things like how their arms flex when they draw back to strike, how the moonlight catches on their armor, on their weapons. He’d save the mental notes for further reflection, and would draw a lot of the villains later at home.

I think he would be very protective of his art. It’s the one skill that he hones not to achieve approval or greatness, but because he enjoys it. I think that because it means something so dear to him, he’d be selective on who can see it, on who can even know he does it. I think that his love language would be gifting people the chance to see into his mind through his art, and that he’d take great joy in painting portraits of those he loves.

I think we as a fandom forget that Damian is a creator at heart. He looks at the world as sees things worth saving forever, things worth capturing in a new light to enhance their beauty. He has his muses and he exalts them, tenderly holds them close to his heart.

Everyone likes to see his love of animals as his most redeeming quality, but I think it’s his desire to create. His willingness to see beauty in existence, and his drive to preserve it through art.

#damian wayne #damian #damian wayne headcannon #damian headcannon #dc #damian al ghul #batfam #batfamily #dc damian #dc robin #dc headcannons #character analysis