#time and Wild are Itty bitty in the middle

[ageless-soul-au]

Just a bunch of Kio's recent doodles :3 ft Fae's redesign and Time's whole outfit??? Omg?????

Everyone belongs to ASAU, pls don't tag any other AUs!

#4/6 people on this post are transgender #au art #ageless soul au #asau warriors #asau red #asau Fae #asau time #asau wild #asau shadow #my immortal #JUST BC SHADOW IS READING FROM IT #that is a screenshot from ff.net #to be clear I think jkr can go die in a hole. but my immortal is hilarious and I forget the source half the time #fun fact these are all on the same canvas #time and Wild are Itty bitty in the middle

[mossfeathers]

A Collection - A TMA + Secret Life AU Fic. 1.8k words. Scar as the statement-giver and Grian as the Archivist. [Additional notes, ao3 link, and other credits here]

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Statement of…?

[?]

Goo- Oh, uh, my initials are G.T.W. but I go by Scar. Scar G.T.W.

[???]

Ok, Statement of Mr. Scar G.T.W. regarding the disappearance of his street for a few days. Statement taken direct from subject, third of November, twenty twenty-three. Audio recording by Grian H, the Archivist. Statement begins.

[SCAR]

Thank you! So, geez, I guess it started on what had been the thirty-eth? I collect figures, specifically old-timey houses. Not! Dollhouses, and I’m currently in the middle of organizing a wild west themed diarri-diarom-diamet- uh, display. In the middle, the giant centerpiece of it all, is a courthouse. Some antique dealer gave it to me pretty cheap, didn’t catch his name though. It was pretty shady, like some real back-of-a-dark-alleyway stuff. Came with a little folded up paper, too. I figured it was some sort of, I dunno, verification? Looking back on it, I should have known something was off. I was just so excited to get this new piece, y’know? It was gorgeous, these tiny rough stone pebbles that made pillars looking like something straight from Greece, some amayzin’ gemstones set in the front in these absolutely brilliant, wait, was that British sounding? I sound like you! [chuckle] But yeah, the crystals were green, yellow, and red. Something about the way that red one looked though, it felt off. It didn’t have anything to do with what happened to me, though. I don’t know why I brought that up. Huh. So there I was, sorting out my little itty bitty houses and stores around this big ol’ courthouse, my cat wandering around somewhere, and I remember the piece of paper! I thought I left it in a coat, obviously, but when I went to check for it, it was already in my pants pocket! So I thought, well that’s weird, but I figured I had worn the same pair of pants a few times over and just never took it out. So I unfold it, and turns out it’s a little pamphlet! About the size of my hand and all yellowed and worn and at least a century old with a big crease down the middle from being folded in half. I left it, alongside the courthouse, with your people up at the front, figured you might want to check it out or exercise it or something. Anyways, I looked at the front and tried to read the title. It was all faded, but I think it said “Care Manual for Unique Antiques”? There were more words below it, but I couldn’t read them. Inside the cover there was a stamp of a library, which struck me as odd. I got really panicked for a second, thinking I had accidentally stolen a library book. But I realized, hey, I bought it and I didn’t know of any libraries going by the name of Joe Hills anywhere around so I was probably off the hook, scott-free. So I start reading it. It wasn’t long, maybe 8 pages total? The font was weird, and the images were sort of wonky-looking, like the cups and spoons being shown couldn’t actually exist. I can’t describe it, but the whole thing felt so off. And there was nothing super weird about the text itself, just about the story behind them and the material sources and stuff like that, but once I reached the page that had my little courthouse on it, and started to read about the type of rock used, something in my room just changed. I can’t describe it, but a shiver went through my whole body and I suddenly felt a pit of some type of fear in my gut. I guess I should mention two very important things. One, I had figurines of people in that town. And two, I don’t live in the middle of nowhere. It’s gonna sound like it when I describe this to you, but I mean that I live at the end of a street. The houses are a bit far apart, and I didn’t know anyone around where I lived, and I felt like I was a million miles away from anybody else sometimes, but I mean this, there were houses there before.

So of course, I finish the page about the deep caves these little gemstones were mined from. Had a lot on how echo-ey and suffocating they are, and how isolated they were when the miners were down there, which felt like a really strange thing to put in a paper on a figurine but who was I to judge? So I turn back to the table, right, and the people were gone from the set! Instantly I think of Jellie- oh, Jellie’s my cat, by the way, and how she probably just stole them for a bit, so I shrug it off. They’re not the main focus of the thingy anyways! The courthouse is just sitting there, and I swear the green gem was glowing or something. But that’s impossible, and I probably was just so freaked out I made that up. And I get the sudden urge to get some fresh air. It just felt so suffocatingly empty out of nowhere so I went to the door as fast as I could. Biggest mistake of my life, I tell ya. I throw it open and there’s nothing. Absolutely nothing. Well, there was grass, maybe, and I thought I could see some trees, but it was just fog. And no houses. I had neighbors! I didn’t know any of their names, and I still don’t, but there were houses and people and lawns and a street and there just weren’t anymore. I never really was afraid of loneliness before, but I just liked the solitude. Not anymore. So of course I grab my phone from my other pocket, and it’s completely dead. It hadn’t been a few minutes ago. I figured the power had gone out, too, so I started to look around at the savannah in front of me. The grass was dead and pale and the few trees I could make out weren’t any I had seen in the neighborhood before. I felt like I was in the middle of the ocean. A desert. It was just so foggy, the mist ate up my feet and started to pick apart my porch, and I think I had a sudden realization that if I didn’t get back inside and lock the door right away, that house wasn’t going to exist for much longer either. So I slammed the door behind me. It was a long time before I moved from the corner of my room. It was so terrible, being alone for that long. You’d think I wouldn’t be all that bothered by it, but when there’s only the sounds of your own breathing and creaking of the floorboards under your weight, it gets to you, man. I was scared. At some point I realized I hadn’t seen Jellie in a while, but I think I was just so overwhelmed with the loneliness it just kinda melted away. I don’t know what stopped it, in the end. I couldn’t tell how much time had passed. The sun just started shining through my curtains and I cried. For a long time, actually. Don’t tell anyone, though.

I heard a familiar whreeep [Scar imitating a cat purr poorly] outside the door, and I nearly jabbed my cane through the drywall in shock. I assumed everyone was, y’know, dead? I mean, everything around you disappears for goodness knows how long, what else was I gonna think? So there Jellie was, and she looked fine! Not even upset that I had missed some meals. And that really struck me as odd because she is just the pickiest little cat. Oh, I want some food now and oh, I want outside time now and oh, I’m tired of being outside and oh why won’t anyone cuddle me and- ok I’m getting sidetracked here. So, she would usually be upset if I had missed a meal. But she wasn’t! Now I was wondering what the HECK happened to all the people who disappeared. And I realize I hadn’t even checked outside yet! So I get to the door and throw it open and there’s the neighborhood! The houses and cars are all there and I think there might’ve even been some people taking dogs for walks? Point is, everyone was back. I bet I looked absolutely insane, some random guy with eyebags and a cane staring at the street. I didn’t know what to do with myself, after that. I tried to burn the paper, obviously, but it didn’t light. I checked a calendar, too, and apparently 4 days had passed, because it was November second! Yesterday, actually. After I got myself all together and wasn’t shaking as much, I drove right on over here to give a statement! Just, I know someone who gave one and figured it fit right on in here! Apparently really helped to talk it out, too. I’m moving, by the way. Just started looking for a new house. I can’t stand to look at the walls of my room any longer. So, that’s my story! Pretty wild, huh? Do I just… stop talking?

[GRIAN]

Statement ends.

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[GRIAN]

I had some assistants do a bit of research into this case, obviously. Scar left his address with us and all of the residential details seem to match up. He does live at the end of a road, Sandshore Lane, and listing websites show he has just put the house up for sale. No reason was posted as to why, and the price is shockingly low. This really surprises me, I know Scar from a few business deals years ago and he’s not one to miss out on money. I’m inclined to believe him just for that. He did drop off both of the items mentioned at the front desk, and I believe those are still firmly in artifact storage. Not particularly interested in giving that pamphlet a read, to be frank. Not in the mood to be isolated from all other life today. We tried to talk with a few of his neighbors, but nobody wanted to tell us where they were during their week. Rude. I might continue to pry just in case we see any similar incidents appearing later, but for now I think it’s best to leave this one. No reason to explore a follow-up, so that wraps this case up nice and neat. I’m concerned about the appearance of a library book and artifact link, I’ve not seen many of those before and it might be a good idea for me to rustle around in the Archives to see if there are any others that connect to this, especially relating to the same pamphlet. End recording.

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#moss writing #goodtimeswithscar #gtwscar #grian #grian minecraft #secret life #secret life smp #trafficblr #mcyt writer #traffic fic #fanfiction #writers on tumblr #desertduo #life series #life series au #traffic smp #lifesmp #gtws #mcyt fic #tw isolation #jellie #jellie cat #joe hills #<- hes mentioned ok it counts

[mistress-plant]

Fake Peppino(s) Headcannons

After the fall, a lot of them now live in the wild and mimic wildlife.

They're beneficial to environment when they're mimicking native species, but true menaces when things like cats or dogs.

Fake Peppino has a strong kinship with them even if they're not as developed as him

Leading to him having those giant oval metal containers that people use to old chick's to sell em. He uses them for the Feps he finds

They range from Itty bitty bee sized to Moose sized.

The ones that were seen in War that look exactly like him were probably unstable and immediately dissolved from like the first rains

Peppino experiences existential horror when he interacts with the ones that aren't mimicking or so small and undeveloped they're like vauge chef blobs. With the exception of Fep (Bruno)

That's now his best worker and roommate, man's helping him out of debt and they just vibe. And he looks just different enough that it doesn't really trigger the terror (unless he sees him in a hallway in the middle of the night)

Fep definitely has dreams of Peppinos memories and has a moment every time when he wakes up.

Has PTSD and all the other disorders Pep has

Is trying his best to establish his own self

This leads to him getting into a lot of old lady craft hobbies.

Why yes he is apart of a knitting circle online where he learns how to knit and stuff

Is definitely the little brother type to Pep

Can eventually learn to mimic him just enough to run the front of the shop.

He is learning how to do other people too

He's also getting speaking lessons from Gustavo.

#pizza tower #pottedpost #peppino spaghetti #fake peppino #gustavo pizza tower #headcanon #pizza tower peppino #pizza tower fake peppino #pizza tower fep #feppino #feppino headcannons

[au-wannabe-the-very-best]

After playing with the idea in that like. sub au of my triplets au, I can’t stop thinking about Accidental Overlord Emmet.

It’s just. So funny.

Ingo pops out of existence one day, maybe in the middle of the day while he was getting a coffee in the staff room. Security camera picks up him walking in, but never walking out. Emmet goes absolutely fucking FERAL when the police investigation turns up nothing.

He decides that obviously the police just isn’t trying hard enough, and takes matters into his own hands. Goes out in search of information. Beats up trainers out in the wild and instead of getting prize money he asks for any sort of information he can get his hands on. 

Itty bitty trainers start following him around. Say they wanna help him. He teaches them how to beat up other trainers to ask for information too. 

The whole thing just growing bigger and bigger until Emmet somehow finds himself with a small army of trainers who look at him with puppy eyes and call him “teacher” and “Mr. Emmet” and are absolutely willing to throw down in Emmet’s name. They become hyper-competent under Emmet’s teachings and are practically recruiting others in their search without Emmet even knowing.

Emmet gets into a snag trying to find information because of a politician and complains about it, and the little army he raised collectively gets up and decides they’re going to get rid of that guy. Any means necessary. Two days later the guy resigns and Emmet’s suddenly having a much smoother time getting exactly what he wants.

A year in, Emmet unknowingly rules Unova, and he has no idea why Big Official People go up to him to ask for permission about things involving the region. Like, why do they need his approval to host that tournament with other regions? He’s a subway boss, not a president. Ask someone else.

Big Official People ask Emmet’s “right hand” information gatherer who organizes everything for him. 

#Submas #Subway Boss Emmet #Subway Boss Ingo #Emmet #Ingo #Pokémon #Pokemon #Accidental Overlord Emmet #Feral Emmet #I kind of want the Right Hand to be Hilda/Hilbert #Like the Unovan Champion is on Emmet's side and has been from the beginning. There's no escaping this.

[sending-love-letters]

Pocket-sized

I dedicate this to everyone in the itty bitty titty committee. Please be gentle, I am horrible when writing about romance or smut.

This is meant to be gender-neutral but reader has breasts but it can totally be referring to pecs too. (Look, I've seen men with three times my cup-size, kings, all of them. That's why I say it's gender-neutral but if you don't like reading the word boobs over and over again I'd advise you to skip this. I just want some small boob appreciation please.)

♡ Warnings: mentions of boobs (breasts being referred as 'bad boys' | 'tits' | 'babies'), fondling/groping, reader implied not to be (very) curvy, messy kisses and saliva, dry-humping, size-kink if you reaaaally squint, my bad writing and odd sentence structure, self-indulgent for me, not proofread. (LV. LIME)

"I don't get the obsession you have with them. If they were bigger or double D's I would get it but..." you cut out the silence like a pair of scissors cutting through paper. It felt like a crime with how quiet and serene it was in your room, laying in bed with Eddie curled up against your side, low music playing on the cassette player. His head resting between the junction of your neck and shoulder, with one hand absent-mindedly groping your breast like a cat pawing a plush pillow.

Half-lidded eyes were engrossed in watching how his fingers would squeeze the soft flesh covered by cotton while you petted his hair, pushing the wild locks down with each stroke of your palm. Your other hand holding his waist to pull him closer. You glanced down once in a while to his hands or face, eyes tracing the curve of his nose up to his dark eyelashes, obscuring his pretty brown eyes.

It has been going on like this for a while. Your cuddling sessions would start tame enough, and it would slowly evolve into lazy fondling and messy kissing (more on Eddie's part) that didn't stray too much on it implying something as being intimate. You deduced Eddie just liked being busy with his hands, he also loved touching you so it was a win-win for him regardless and you weren't going to complain about it.

"They're nice to hold."

"There is nothing to hold or fondle, hun."

"Well, I AM touching them at the moment, right?"

He shifted around to rest his chin on your collarbone, a small smirk forming on his lips and eyes crinkling with mischievous delight as he made eye contact. You raised one eyebrow, but you couldn't help the tug on your lips. Despite how eccentric (and overwhelmingly intense) he can be, he always managed to make you pull a smile no matter how sour your mood was.

"That's not what I meant, silly. It's not like you could use them to lay your head on them, besides it would probably be uncomfortable because all you would feel is my sternum."

A blank expression crossed Eddie's face after you finished your sentence, he stared at you, appearing to wait for you to continue.

"... Sternum is the bone you feel in the middle of your chest, Eddie." You added.

"Ah... yeah, totally knew that! Who doesn't know that very specific part of the human body." He mumbled the last part, shaking his head in disbelief. "sternum... why not chest bone, much easier..."

His pouting didn't last long before he directed his focus back to your chest. A grin appearing back on his boyish features.

"Aw, are insecure about these bad boys? I like them how they are. They're pocket-sized, perfect for fitting inside my hands."

To emphasize his statement, he leaned on his elbows and carefully wrapped his fingers on both your breasts, making a honking sound as he squeezed gently.

"See, they agree as well."

His comment didn't stir anything in you but it made you think about how different he was from other guys. Different in a completely good way, of course. But still, many men would dream of having a curvy, big-breasted hottie as their partner, and you could understand their reasoning for it. They were just more comfortable to hold for sure and they were called killer-curves for a reason.

Eddie could sense your shift in demeanor as you quietly focused on his hands, thinking.

Deep in thought.

Shit, did he fuck up?

He normally joked around with his own insecurities, as you did. He still remembered how you called yourself "aerodynamic."

"Flat enough for the air to glide through me, I can run fast because of it." You quipped, and he couldn't help but snort at your own body's description. But even he knew of the hidden meaning behind a veil of sarcasm and humor.

"H-hey... I was just joking, babe. They're nice, I love them– I love you just the way you are, I-..."

"Nah, it's fine. I'm fine with them, don't worry. I just figured guys liked them bigger, that's what I've always heard and such. So I'm always taken aback when you say you like them small."

"I don't like them small, I love yours because they're, well–, yours."

Your eyes widened and a small, sheepish smile crossed your face at his sincere words. One hand slapped against your cheek as you giggled nervously, avoiding eye contact. Eddie's genuine honesty never ceased to warm your heart and get you so damn flustered. Not even his dirtiest joke could break you like that.

"Geez, give me a warning at least." You mumbled, looking him from the side of your eyes, silently asking him to continue with the adulation, a sultry smirk of your own.

How adorable... he has complimented you plenty (both overwhelmingly cheesy and raunchy) and you still get flustered by that instead. However, if compliments were what you wanted, compliments you shall receive.

"I'm being serious, it also helps that I love the person a lot. But I have to admit, smaller boobs means I can hear your heartbeat better," he pressed an ear to your chest to listen, the quick thump thump thump of your heart echoing in his head, "and it makes my hands look bigger, aaaand–" he leaned close to your ear as if to whisper a secret, "I've heard that small tits are extremely sensitive," He took hold of the hem of your shirt and waited for your consent to continue.

"May I?" A nod was all he needed before straightening to sit on the bed, hand slowly lifting your shirt up and leaving it resting on top your collarbone, exposing your bare chest.

"They're just so cute to look at and hold, my hands and mouth can reach everywhere and give them the love and attention they deserve." Sprawling himself against your body and carefully opening your legs with a bump of his knee, he pressed his hips between your legs. Eddie peppered soft kisses across the silky skin. Warm, calloused hands resting against your ribs and making a downward path to your waist. The touch giving you goosebumps.

"Look at how much they've perked up and I haven't even touched them properly. Whenever I see the outline of them under your clothing I have to control myself and not take you right here, right now."

He cupped your breasts in his hands, mushing them together, a small cleavage forming.

He craned his neck down to be face to face with your chest, tongue peeking out before becoming more bold and licking the flesh. A strip of saliva plastered against your bosom, warm before cooling down on your skin. An undignified whimper slipped past your lips and he couldn't help but to grin at the sound.

Open-mouthed kisses, soft nips and cheeky sucks were pressed to the sides, below, anywhere his mouth could reach, leaving your chest glistening with Eddie's saliva and adorned with hickeys. A string of muffled groans and moans following with each action he took, your own hands covering your face in a sad attempt to hide how bothered you've become with just soft fondling and messy kisses.

You found yourself overwhelmed, not to mention you could feel your slick coating your underwear and clinging to your thighs with each thrust Eddie gave against your parted legs, little by little increasing in tempo till both of you were panting.

How pitiful.

"Hey, you okay?" He paused for second and letting you to take a breather, one hand gently tugging your wrist, quietly inciting you to pull your own away from your face. Your hair stuck against your sweaty forehead as you allowed him to pull them away.

You could see the blush on his face dusting his cheeks down to his neck, brown eyes almost black, hair disheveled as he watched.

" Y-yeah... just... it felt a little weird." You swallowed.

"Good weird or bad weird?"

"Good weird." An immediate response from your part, a smug smile of his own.

He softly yet firmly held your jaw, fingers pressing against your cheeks as he pressed a chaste kiss to your pout.

"Well... prepare yourself, darling, for I still have much love to show these babies."

You feel like this is going to be a long night.

#my writing 🫀💌 #minors dni #stranger things #stranger things fic #lime #nsft #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #smut #stranger things smut #ageless blogs dni #eddie munson smut #x reader

[draagu]

itty bitty outer wilds update because i only played for like 40 minutes but found some stuff i want to mention

so! went to the cave at the bottom of the sunless city. apparently i was TOO early because of that one room where the sands got to rise to be able to jump over the cacti but over well

the place there is cool! now i know all the stuff about the towers on the ash twin! maybe i just dont quite know how they work, but i didn't seem to be able to use the teleportation pads my first time around, or maybe i just need to do something else first! i saw the collection of the warp cores(? the things in the middle of the warp pads, but noticeably smaller) and tried to figure out something to do with one i picked up, but nothing.

I did notice the different centers they had though! seems to be representative of the black hole, white hole, and i unno nothing, or at least thats what i think!

next cycle(s) i wanted to follow the thing launched at the beginning of the cycle, and so i did. restarted one cycle bc i got lost at first oops. but! after some trial and error on the next cycle, i managed to reach it! not sure what i expected, but it sure was a thing. it had the eye symbol, which i guess i could've already assumed based on what i knew about the cannon, but still cool.

couldn't really figure out anything else to do with it at the time so after some tampering i just restarted the cycle once more

then i kind of just messed around for a few minutes, took a second look at the gravity canon on the ash twin, launched my own ship for the achievement on said twin, and also sort of learnt the other ships controls! i knew the recall and launch function but i only just now realized the third one gravitates to the nearest planet!

thats kind of it! i do notice a white spec that flies by timber hearth at the start, and i was going to try and follow it but lost it. now im not entirely sure if thats the same canon ship with weird lighting or not, but it sure wasn't purple

#dragugames #outer wilds spoilers

[nocturnalghoul]

next question is: how do RBCs get out of bone marrow and into the veins, explain like i'm five, are there veins inside bones???

YAY! I would love to talk about blood science (my beloved). Thanks for asking <3

There ARE blood vessels inside of bones! Lots of itty bitty ones called capillaries, wild right? You like to think bones are pretty solid but they have a lot going on and are spongy in the middle (don't even get me started on bone growth its trippy). All that spongy material in the middle is the bone marrow and big network of capillaries.

Main blood talks below the cut :). Welcome to Kait's fun science corner! Put on ya lab coat and get ready to learn cause I predictably gave way more info than you asked for oops.

Okay so to start there are two types of bone marrow, red and yellow, they both are full of stem cells (cells that have the ability to become lots of different types of cells). Red marrow is the one that makes all the blood cells (RBCs, the five types of white blood cells, and platelets). Yellow is mostly fat and has stem cells that become mostly fat, cartilage, or bone.

In grown adults most red marrow is in the hips, torso bones, and skull. Bone marrow taps, where they go into the bone to get a sample of marrow to look at under the microscope, come from the hip or sternum.

Okay so all blood cells have a life cycle of maturity they have to go through before they are what you would consider that cell. The marrow is like the big day care center holding all those cells until they are mature enough.

You asked about reds, which bonus fact are called erythrocytes, so I'll focus on those. The stem cells in the red marrow sort of hang out in there waiting to become specific cells as needed. That original stem cell starts out much larger than the end rbc and has a giant membrane pocket that takes up most of the cell containing all the genetic material called the nucleus.

Over the three weeks they spend maturing into an RBC that nucleus gets smaller compared to the amount of cellular liquid inside the cell (called cytoplasm) and more condensed as the overall cell shrinks. There are 6 stages of maturity overall. Once they hit their 4th stage of growth the aspiring RBC spits out that nucleus completely and is ready to hit the blood stream. Capillaries have super thin walls which makes it easy for stuff to cross. The blood cells essentially kinda squish into there.

That little RBC isn't done though! It's sort of like a gangly awkward teenager. They run off to the spleen which is like a large boarding school making them all refined and polished. The spleen does it's best to weed out faulty red cells and take out weird little inclusions in them to smooth them out. This can sometimes be weird little bits inside of the cell itself, or the cell membrane. Sometimes it is a chance to give cells who forgot to throw out their nucleus a time to do so. Essentially you send them away slightly immature and awkward and then they come back all refined and polished. This is also where old weak or infected red cells go to get culled a lot of the time, so its like a combination finishing school and graveyard I guess.

When the cells get out they look much prettier and are better at acting like rbcs. That's one of many reasons why you can technically live without a spleen but it makes your blood weird. At this point tho they are a full fledged rbc ready to do their job!

They could also still be that 5th stage of maturity called a retic which in my mind is the college student of red cells. It's technically out there doing stuff but still has a little maturing ahead of them. There is normally a small amount of them circulating in the bloodstream but it increases a lot whenever somebody loses blood to try and make up for the fully matured rbcs that disappeared. Essentially the body rushes some cells out before they are ready to make up for things.

Anyways, then those red cells circulate for ~120 days until it's time for them to get recycled and new ones to hit the scene.

I'm so sorry. You said explain like you are five and then I proceeded to get VERY technical. Hopefully this still makes sense, I tried my best to explain stuffs. I am honestly just surprised I manged to stop myself from talking about how the kidneys play into this (important!) or about blood disorders that make all of what I said complicated and weird. Enjoy the bonus blood facts about rbc growth and maturity (which is called erythropoesis fyi). :D

#I'm making science facts its own tag dang it #Kait's science corner #nocturnal asks #askingforthesun #blood tw #<- i guess. It's really blood science but just to be safe :) #not ghost related

[insipid-drivel]

When DID saves the day

Alex here! I’m one of the primary alters of insipid-drivel and happen to be a pretty regular presence out in the wild. We’ve been endeavoring as a system of alternate personalities to speak out gradually about what it’s like to be us, what it is we - in our unique case, as all DID/OSDD presentations vary and so you should not take this as a research article to be relied upon for all of us - do, why we’re here, and other fun stuff along the way.

I was here today to help keep everyone affected by our mother’s abrupt health crisis and emergency surgery. insipid struggles with severe panic attacks related to this sort of subject matter, and so I’m here in front not to dominate, but to calm and help keep us functioning rather than succumb to severe panic and emotional turmoil.

Today, our mom had to go to the ER. It’s been a very difficult week. We (our pronouns are they/them collectively, but our family is from Southern roots, so it’s also often just “all y’all”) suffered from undiagnosed gallstones for over 20 years due to a hilariously outdated and mismanaged medical system that fobbed off an AFAB person who happened to have an unrelated mental illness who said “this hurts” for the umpteenth time! I happen to be an alter that’s highly fixated on medicine, health, and general wellbeing (and cheese) and felt particularly strongly to write this post with the intent of it additionally serving as a comfort and word of solidarity for other people out there who have suffered too long from doctors that forgot that medicine involves working with actual human beings and that being a bigoted asshole is why people die more than they should.

Like a few other conditions in our family, digestive issues have always been a genetic issue. In our particular branch, it’s gallstones. Our mom is in her mid-60′s and right in time for age-related gallstones to manifest, too, because our sensitivities to various foods often intensify as we age. Really though, as you get into your middle age, have a peek at your gallbladder if you eat a fatty or alcohol-rich diet. It just takes an ultrasound to check if you have any gallstones, yourself. They’re completely painless until they reach a point where they come loose and become trapped in a bile duct (an itty bitty little hose smaller than a human hair connecting the gallbladder to the stomach). This presents with absolutely horrifying pain in the mid-abdomen, usually toward the right hand side, as well as sometimes with severe burning and piercing pains in the abdomen. The pain is usually so severe that it necessitates hospitalization, opioids, and eventually, surgery.

With how severe the pain of a gallbladder in distress is, it’s easy to imagine how helpless you could feel when presented with a loved one in agonizing pain that you can’t make go away. The bitch of it is, when you’re waiting to be called up so you can get access to general and pain treatment, the gallbladder attacks often trigger spasms in the intestines that causes a sensation of intense urgency to use the bathroom in frequent waves. It’s virtually impossible to stay still and wait. It’s just as hard to watch, especially when you’ve suffered from it, yourself. It can bring back traumatic and triggering memories, because these conditions can be and are traumatic. Pain can leave deep psychological scars, and that’s okay. The important thing is to keep fighting for your right to feel better in every way you know you deserve to. It is very normal to see a therapist after a major health crisis, especially when pain was a major part of it, and you shouldn’t feel ashamed of talking to someone.

Our younger brother is our only other major form of direct support, but he happens to be on the shy side of autistic and can struggle with crisis management, especially when it’s personal to him. Like many people on the spectrum, he can clam up and quietly crumble from feeling the pressure to be The Guy, but not feeling like he has the life experience or confidence to “help correctly”.

That’s where I specifically come in! With insipid down with completely-understandable panic attacks because C-PTSD sucks and our brother feeling frozen and unsure of how to help and when, I asked insipid’s permission to take over, stop the panic cycle, and manage the most important thing of all: looking after our mom’s elderly, disabled dog and informing both him and our mother about what to expect, what signs were positive, and generally take charge and provide a sense of stability that our mom being cripplingly ill has temporarily taken away.

I’m a problem-solver. I fix things, and I love to take care of people and know that I’m helping. That’s what a lot of us alters do, and all we really care about. DID/OSDD, in our case, isn’t that much of a disorder. We work together as a system - we prefer to be called a team - to provide in surprising ways. We may not all be talkative, or personable, or even likeable, but there’s usually specific reasons behind why we exist as we do to the person that lives with us.

Instead of being a nervous wreck and never sleeping until everything is okay (and thus keeling over of sleep deprivation, and brain health is kind of a big deal to all of us because it’s kind of the only real space we have), I can get us to bed and panic attacks can piss off ;) Everything’s fine and dandy, and I know it because I said so, and that answer is acceptable in my abstract reality.

In the words of Adam Savage (or whoever he heard it from), “I reject your reality and substitute my own.”

Fight the stigma, and good night <3

-Alex

#actual did/osdd #alter posts #alex #did positivity #osdd positivity #did/osdd #did/osdd positivity #recovery #canceling out a disorder by Showing Up feels like a superpower #i just wish i had my own dick #stupid chromosomes #i should get a packer #yes i'm a guy that's why we identify as genderfluid #panic disorder #c-ptsd

[galaxygrv]

rant on our formation and brain stuff :3c

imagine you separated a tree from half of itself and watched as the both grew into fully grown and whole, separate trees. now, do that a couple dozen more times, and you have a shit ton of trees. this is our system.

the tree thing is actually a little different from our experience because we do not split (or, we used to, but we dont anymore), we form members. so: our brain really just.. spawns a tree out of nowhere, whether or not its a fragment of a tree, it was made from nothing. imagine one day walking into your front yard and seeing a redwood tree in the middle of the street. this is what its like for a member to front approximately .5 seconds after their formation with a complete personality, memories, opinions, etc.

inserting our itty bitty theory about our brain being weirdly conscious here: our brain just.. goes buck wild with forming members. it sees things different members like or are interested in, and forms them a whole conscious being JUST TO FULFILL whatever it thinks that member needed, regardless if they actually wanted it to be fulfilled or not. we are VERY opposed to treating our members as just their "intended" roles or traits, so we completely ignore the reason they formed and instead accept them as whatever they want to be, which sometimes is the thing they were formed from, and sometimes its not. yes, we do get a tad bit mad or frustrated at our brain for doing this too much.

some examples of forming and being content/okay with what they formed for: spyte was formed to be the primary host after middle school in order to give us a fresh start on existing outside of a traumatizing situation, and theyre STILL our primary host. nev formed and took over most system functions (including fronting) for a period of time while we were being abused when we were trying to get our GED. this was so spyte could take a break and act normal during the time the abuse wasnt actively happening. both of them are a-ok with what they formed for! spyte doesnt care too much for being the host, but they prefer to be aware of our collective decisions and sharing information with the rest of us, so its the best fitting role they could get! and nev is still our gatekeeper. he doesnt see front very often, but he works behind the scenes and keeps us feeling safe and secure during stressful or retraumatizing situations.

example of someone hating what they were made for: hollow. they fucking hate being an anger holder. NOT a good experience for them. we feel a lot of anger just from their passive influence, so the rest of us can only imagine actually being them.

pebbles and five dont mind what they were made for, which was to fulfill our desire for friends and social connection related to our hyperfixation at the time/now special interest (?).

monk doesnt really mind either, in fact they kindof like it! its a fun experience for them to share positivity and such!!!

brain empty after this many words 💔 thats all, folks

#our posts #🐾 #🧩☣️ #cw vent #vent cw #ehhh not really but just in case for the end paragraphs

[ssouledout]

word vomit from da heart

☆ i'm in a season where i'm learning how to manage my time. as a freelancer. (that's wild)

☆ had a hard time accepting that i'm not living and going to live a "normal" life... it created a lot of doubt in so many areas of my life (my skills, where God is taking me, my relationship, everythingggg). but i've accepted it. and officially (i believe) surrendered it all to God. i feel the vertical typing this lol

☆ my confidence has grown so much as a person. the way God thickened my skin in the past year or so lol...... i still do silly self sabotaging things sometimes but i find it funny now. the past is the past and people are not defined by their sins. i know i'm not!!

☆ been doing youtube solo for about 1.5 years and it's been a riiiiide. announced my channel 7 months in and it took so long to build the courage to do that. today, i built the courage to use a tripod in public and i filmed a mukbang in a restaurant comfortably.

☆ slowly taking this youtube thing more seriously. being more intentional. sitting with God to get inspiration. rebuking fear so i can be open to inspiration. i want to get lost in my Father's presence and in creating... i created a schedule for this week and so far i've been sticking to it (it's tuesday) and i'm feeling so accomplished. feeling less lost and less overwhelmed.

☆ grateful for prestagon. not sure how long they plan on keeping me. it was an immediate hire from lola (elaine's friend) and they pay $40 an hour + $20 gas. so that's $100 for 2 hours of my time. amazing. they are working on giving me more hours. excited to see what other doors will open this year

☆ remember when i said i felt like something big was gonna happen? like spiritually.. globally... that might happen this year. and soon. great things for God's children and not so great things for those not in God's will. feeling the vertical

☆ struggling with celibacy. bf has been so busy so we don't see each other often and although i miss him it's probably good for us so we don't fall. God's been checking me lately that it's me that needs to work on this.

☆ i measured myself today and my measurements blew my mind.. esp that i've been snacking way more than usual lately (i hardly snack these days, so it's still controlled snacking, but a lot of it). my waist is itty bitty compared to when i first started and i'm shocked. i have abs (& flabs). booty and thighs are growing. i actually like working out now fr fr.

☆ idk what marriage is going to look like with monte's music career. but if this is where God wants me, i have 0 to worry about. been in a continual state of surrender lately

☆ God is my biggest fan and cheerleader. my biggest encourager. he shut me up in the middle of prayer last week while i was venting about the bullet point above lol. he interrupted me with immense peace, i had nothing left to say haha it was funny

☆ i want a better relationship with my parents. having to build that as an adult in a filipino household is something else.. but God is softening all the hearts in this house. including mine.

☆ my family loves monte. that makes me incredibly happy

[poedamneron01]

hello fellow kenny simp hehe🧎🏻‍♀️ may i request a dom!kenny smut? the scenarios up to you <3 thank you :)

LET ME HELP YOU

I had this thought the other day, and now that you requested it I am actually going to post it 😌Summary: reader is sexually frustrated while travelling so much between Japan and the US, decides to try and get laid but it doesn’t help her, she talks to the boys about it (they are all really close, its normal for adults to do this shit gtfo), Kenny offers to help when they are alone. I AM SORRY THIS IS SO BAD!

DOM!KENNY OMEGA X F!WRESTLER!READER

TW: 18+ ONLY! smut, smut and more smut!

Kenny Masterlist

You and the guys were meeting in Kenny’s room to sign some things for the NJPW shop before the show started tomorrow. You wouldn’t lie, you were so sexually frustrated that you had been moody and you were afraid to take it out on them so you tried your best to distance yourself. As you made your way to Kenny’s room, you ran into Marty who as always was smiling wider than the Cheshire cat “Hey Y/N.” He waved and you forced a smile onto your face “Hey Marty.” You hugged him quickly and continued your way over to Kenny’s room. “So how was last night?” Marty asked with a smirk and wiggled his eyebrows. Last night you had attempted at taking a guy home, but to no avail, you went home alone. You knocked on Kenny’s door and turned to look over at Marty with a sigh “I went home, alone.” You frowned dramatically and Marty giggled to himself “It’s so annoying though!” You exclaimed frustratedly and the door was pulled open “I am so lonely, it’s been months!” You walked in without a second glance at whoever opened the door, stomping over and flopping onto the bed with a huff. “Well hello to you to Y/N!” Matt called from the door and you felt the bed dip beside you “What’s so annoying anyways?” Matt asked as him and Marty walked in and sat on the bed “I believe itty bitty Y/N is sexually frustrated.” Marty teased and you flipped him off “I thought you went home last night with a guy?” Kenny asked confused and you perched yourself up onto your elbows, meeting his gaze from where he sat by the window in nothing but his shorts. You couldn’t help but look down at his bare chest, looking so toned and muscly, you felt your underwear flood with a pool of wetness “U-Uh, well not exactly.” You sheepishly admitted, tearing your eyes reluctantly away from Kenny as Nick and Matt choked on their laughter “Assholes.” You muttered and sat up some more, avoiding Kenny’s gaze as it burned into the side of your face.

A couple hours had passed and you guys had signed hundreds and hundreds of items. What didn’t help was that Kenny had sat next to you, his strong, muscular leg grazing yours send jolts to your core. “I-I’m not feeling the best guys, I’m going to go lay down for a bit.” You left the group without a second glance, practically running back to your room. Once you made your way back to your room, you slammed the door shut and slipped off your shoes before jumping onto your bed, your eyes closing in the process. You could not get Kenny out of your mind, wondering what his fingers would feel like on your skin, squeezing your ass as he pounded into you. Your hand slipped past the waist of your yoga pants, and delved into your panties. You moaned softly as your brain continued to play images that only fuelled your need for a release. You moved your index finger and middle finger through your folds, spreading your slick. You let out a loud moan as you began rubbing your clit roughly, chasing the release you needed so badly. That familiar feeling built up in the pit of your stomach, your body feeling like it was on cloud nine as your fingers worked your swollen and throbbing clit. You were nearly there, so close, you let out a loud moan, almost a yell, before a knock at the door interrupted you. Your eyes snapped open and you pulled your hand out of your pants “Y/N?” A voice called and you cried in frustration, pushing yourself up off your bed and over to the door, yanking it open “Listen, I am trying to sleep-” a pair of lips cut you off, roughly moving against yours. The door shutting brought you back to reality, pulling back from the person and opening your eyes “Kenny?” You asked in shock and he reached out, grabbing your hips “Let me help you Y/N.” He whispered and you closed your eyes while taking a deep breath, feeling him delve into the crook of your neck, placing wet and sloppy kisses. You let out a quiet whimper, feeling him smirk against your skin “How about it Y/N?” He asked and walked you both to the edge of the bed, your calfs coming into contact with your bed “I seen the way you looked at me, when every time we touched you would jump.” You let out a moan as he kissed your throat, biting it gently. You fell back onto the bed, opening your eyes and looking up at Kenny “Please,” you began “I need it, please.” You begged in a pathetic tone and Kenny chuckled, crawling onto the bed as you yanked and pulled your clothes off. His large hands ran over your soft skin, causing you to shiver and squirm with need. His hand moved down to your core, hand cupping your mound and you moved your hips desperately “Tell me how bad you need it Y/N.” He huffed in your ear as he moved his hand back and trailed his fingers through your soaking wet folds. “Please Kenny, I need it so bad, I need you to fill me, fuck me so hard, please!” You exclaimed and Kenny grinned, bringing his mouth down to yours in a hard kiss as he pulled his shorts down, freeing his throbbing cock. He spread your legs and knelt between them, his hand pumping his cock a few times and spreading the pre cum over the tip. Kenny pulled back and pulled your head up roughly, bringing his hand up and under your mouth “Spit.” He demanded and you did, eyes flicking down to his hard cock and you felt your pussy clench. He was fucking huge. He spread your spit across his shaft and leaned forward, rubbing the head of his cock through your folders, where you let out a moan. Without any warning he plunged into your pussy and you both gasped “Oh my god.” You whimpered and Kenny groaned “God Y/N, you’re so tight, gonna stretch you out till you’re gaping.” You reached out and wrapped your arms around Kenny’s neck as he began to move at a steady pace. “God you fill me up so well.” You muttered, unwrapping your arms to claw your nails down his back. “I want you to scream my name.”

He grunted as his hips continued to thrust at a wild pace, cock pumping in and out of your soaking pussy faster now, the sound of skin on skin and your moans filled the room. You looked down at Kenny’s cock disappearing into you, and the tip of his cock hit your g-spot and your back arched off the bed “Oh god right there Kenny!” Your eyes slammed shut as the coil in the pit of your stomach became tighter and tighter “Cum for me Y/N.” He rasped out, picking up the pace and hitting that spot over and over again. “Oh god.” You cried, hands holding on for dear life around Kenny’s strong shoulders as you felt yourself come undone with a harsh snap. You gasped, and Kenny felt his release coming fast, his hand held your leg up and around his waist as your orgasm tore through your body. “There you go.” Kenny mumbled as he watched your body shake underneath him, your pussy clenching around him had him falter his pace slightly. He felt his balls tighten and cock twitch as your pussy milked him. You lay beneath Kenny, eyes screwed shut, chest falling and rising heavily as you came down from your high. Kenny pulled out and jerked himself off a couple of times as spurts of cum littered your stomach. You were coming down from your high, head feeling airy and empty as your body still lightly shook. Kenny fell beside you, where your chest’s moved up and down rapidly as you both came down from your highs. You felt Kenny move, hearing his heavy footsteps walk around your hotel room, probably leaving, you thought to yourself with what thoughts you could gather. “Here.” His gentle voice filled the now silent room, causing your eyes to open as Kenny began wiping your stomach clean. You sat up as he finished, tossing the hand towel on the ground beside the bed “Thank you Kenny.” You bit your lip to hide the smile from making it’s way up onto your lips, he went to respond before a knock interrupted you both. Your eyes widened and Kenny looked at the door “Y/N open up!” It was Marty. “Shit.” You slipped on your underwear and the first shirt you could find, which was huge? You opened the door making sure you were only in view “Hey Y/N I- wait is someone in there?” He asked with a grin and you nodded, pursing your lips “Yeah, they are sleeping.” You spoke softly, and Kenny had to hide his face in the pillows to not give away it was him “Is that Kenny’s shirt?” He asked pointing down at the top you wore and you felt your blood run cold. You don’t remember Kenny wearing a shirt when he barged into your room? “Uh, this was a spare he gave me last time we were here.” You cooly responded and he nodded “Alright, well, have fun you saucy minx.” He winked and left you alone. “Come back here you saucy minx.” Kenny called in the worst British accent you had ever heard, making you smile and let out a laugh, before you made your way back over to lay beside him.

#kenny omega x reader #kenny omega imagines #kenny omega #kenny omega smut #being the elite #the young bucks #the elite #nick jackson #matt jackson #marty scurll #aew imagines #aew chicago #aewedit #aew wrestling #aew all out #aew

[slashingdisneypasta]

Kurt Kelly x Fem!Bitch!Reader || Oneshot

Title: Someone Gets Hurt

Plot: Some little wannabe steals away your boyfriend, Kurt, while also batting her big ass lashes and winning over your friends, too... until you've had enough. No one out bitches you.

Notes:

Obviously, this is inspired by Someone Gets Hurt from Mean Girls except with Regina (The reader) as the heroine.

Warnings: Overall bitchiness, possessiveness (You about Kurt), break ups (Make ups too though so its not too bad ^^), the ruining of another persons relationship (Random girl Lizzie and Kurt's), rapeiness (Ram), sexual references, underage drinking, overage drinking, just LOTS of debauchery over all, a smut bit near the end (Not full), etc.

Was I too proud with you? Was I too cold and forbidding? And you chose her over me Are you kidding?

Watching Kurt and Lizzie together this week has been torture. Terrible, burning, squeezing, not-at-all sexy torture.

Because Kurt, is yours.

He has always been yours. He was yours in kindergarten, he was yours in middle school, and he was yours all through highschool until this, unfortunate and butt fucking ugly, snag. Crossing your arms now and poisoning them with your eyes, you sit in the cafeteria... and think.

Just, think.

You don't gossip with your minions about all the bullshit going on in school, you don't discuss what you're going to do to the freshmen this year, no. Nothing. You're too busy... plotting.

There is no way in hell, that this pee-brained virgin bitch is going to steal your boyfriend, and not get paid back in turn. Its only fair- and you include interest, in your transactions like this.

One eye actually twitches, when Lizzie... the pee brained virgin bitch in question, gives Kurt a peck on the nose - oh so cute, but you don't even have to look at Kurt to see the disappointment flash in his eyes, - and hops off his lap when the bell rings. He has a free period now, you know because so do you and you usually spend it at the back of the football field together, but she has Chemistry, a thing you also know because hell- you just know everything. That's a basic fact. The whole school knows it and love that you never have to explain how you just fucking know shit.

But even being all knowing does not make you feel better, knowing that itty bitty roach-cunt has her claws embedded in your poor, weak-willed... ex boyfriends,... heart. Or his penis, more likely. Metaphorically speaking, obviously, because Lizzie's the 'Mary'est whore in the land of Westerberg High.

That doesn't really matter though. Either way, he's with her now and not you, and that just wont do.

Maggie, your right hand babe, gets up from your lunch table and leaves for her next class, too. And its only until she's out of sight, that you notice the piece of paper she left behind. Rolling your eyes, a growl of annoyance escapes you and you sigh- turning away from Kurt and Ram's table to see what the fuck it is. The reprieve is almost palpable, not looking at him anymore. It feels a little better- but not by much. And certainly not enough for you to forget what fuckery is going on.

Picking up the piece of paper in one perfectly manicured hand, you see that its an invitation. "Hmm... " Worrying the inside of your cheek, you think; This is interesting.

A Halloween party...

A gleeful smirk quirks slightly at the corners of your lips.

Kurt always did have a thing for Halloween.

~

And what you meant by 'Kurt always did have a thing for Halloween'- is 'Kurt always did have a boner for your Halloween costumes'. For the past several years, since the two of you blossomed with the help of puberty, you have used your assets as an advantage - because why else have them? - ; With the help of lace tights, push up bra's, winged eyeliner and red lipstick.

This year you've pulled together your favourite costume yet, which is fitting for the task at hand and the fact that its senior year- this may be your last chance to put these bottom dwelling highschool chuckleheads in their place.

I mean, you hope not but its basically a given.

Looking around the party as you walk in, you figure its just the same as any party Ram has thrown before. And his house is perfect for it, you'll give him that. The lights a turned down low enough that everyone looks a little hot, cooler's full of ice and alcohol are set up so you're never too far from a fix and thanks to his houses sound system the music is loud enough to make you think for a couple hours that you're in a place between reality and your dreams; A perfect set up for mistakes and one wild night.

But you aren't here to get drunk and kiss a loser, except for Kurt; You're here to take back the goddamn crown. Which getting Kurt back, will do. It'll humiliate Lizzie, and that's really all you want out of life right now.

Prowling through the crowd - which still knows to part for you, despite your current, slightly lower social standing, - in your knee high, shiny black leather boots, you look for someone to talk to. You know Maggie's here somewhere but that bitch is on her last life with you, after she said Lizzie's hair looked nice the other day. And you think some silent treatment will set her straight.

"Oh- Hi Ram." You find the host in the backyard, about to push an unsuspecting demoness into in a very sheer red blouse into the pool - which would doubtlessly make the blouse more of a red tint to her skin rather then any kind of coverage, which Ram well knows, - , and he double takes when he sees you. A sleazy, mischievous grin slops over his face at the sight, which makes you roll your eyes.

Deeply.

"Ohhh, heyyyy, Y/N!" He has to yell over the sound of the music and the other party-goers, not that you would mind if you didn't hear anything he said. He hasn't got a whole lot of substance, Ram, so you can basically assume that rolling your eyes is always the answer to anything he's saying. His eyes shift back, anxiously, to the girl he's currently got a hit out on, but you just raise your eyebrows sharply at him and he's at attention. "I didn't know you were gonna come! You know, with the state of things... "

Oh, he's so obnoxious. And dumb! So, so dumb. He doesn't know the half of your shit. Yet he still runs his mouth... Rolling your eyes once again, you flip some hair behind your head. "Oh don't worry your pretty little head about that, Ram." Eyes flickering around the party some more, searching for your own target, you rest your hands on your hips that are tightly bound, in various layers of violet georgette cloth. The witches hat on your head is pinned down, so theirs no chance of it flying off. You have a train of thinner fabric hanging down the back of your short-short skirt, and your tight tube top reveals exactly the shapes you require it to. "I'll be perfectly fine- oh, have you seen Kurt anywhere?"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh I think I saw him and Liz against a wall earlier- but by the looks of Liz, I doubt they're in a situation like that anymore." He chuckles, dumbly. The stupid boy has a slur in his voice that you hadn't noticed before but probably should've known would be there. But you're sure focusing in on him now, jealousy burning in your eyes at his description. What does that mean??

"What?"

A geek walks by, toting a bottle in his hands that Ram snatches for himself. As the kid continues by, faster now due to the angry look in Ram's eyes and the animalistic growl that slips from the footballers lips, you continue to glare bullets at Ram. He takes a messy swig of his beer before continuing. "Just sayin', Y/N. Your friend's a prude. Won' even let Kurt get to second base with 'er or anything. So I'd say Kurt's, probably, uhhh... by the pool table, now." He shrugs big round shoulders then, as relief and mirth wash over you. So he didn't mean they'd have moved their dirty little adventure to somewhere they could really get down, or anything. He means quite the opposite.

A smirk graces your red painted lips.

"Well- enjoy your party." You shrug, not really caring as his eyes shine... turning back to the demon girl who's just laughing with her friends; He sure will. Eyes narrowing, you mutter a bitter "Dick." under your breath, as a final bid to Ram.

Turning on your heel, you head back into the house. You've been here plenty of times with Kurt and know exactly where the pool table is (And how uncomfortable it is to be bent over) and sure enough- there he is.

Your boyfriend.

Or, soon-to-be, once-again boyfriend.

He's standing back with a stick, waiting for his turn as he laughs with some over football boneheads. Lizzie isn't here, but you suppose she could have gone to get a drink or talk to one her - your, - friends, but where she is actually doesn't concern your in this moment. All you can do right now, is stand and stare.

God, he's hot.

You miss him; You really do. And, admittedly- not just because he can fuck you like no one else.

But your moment passes, and you gather your wits. Ready.

You're hot, you're smart, and you're ruthless. You can do this.

Saddling up beside Kurt, a genuine smile slips across your face as you look up at him; Running a hand back through your hair. "Hey, Kurt." Slightly widening your eyes, you raise a brow as he turns to look down at you. "What's up?"

Like- its been a while. What have I missed?

Immediate 'Oooooh's and 'Oh no the ex- Kurt watch out!'s erupt from his meathead athlete friends, but what you care about is how Kurt struggles for a moment to tear his eyes away from yours, like the eyeliner you perfected and the colour and the just- you, has hypnotised him. He flashes his friends a wicked grin, waiving them off as he turns to put his body between you, and the group. It puts you so close together- and you sure don't step back any.

Then his eyes flicker down to the rest of you- and he really has a problem looking away. "Oh, uh, hey Y/N. N-nothing much. Uh... you look... "

A gentle chuckle flutters out of you, resting a hand on your right hip. "What? Black cat caught your tongue?"

Jesus- even the mention of that particular muscle reference to him does something to you. And being this close to him again, and seeing his reaction to your outfit... its all just so right. The way things should be.

He opens his mouth to say something else, but immediately closes it again on remembering something. A seriously awkward hm sound escapes him which you don't quite get yet, but you decide that you don't need to.

"So... " You start, getting rid of the tough bravado suddenly... letting awkwardness seep into your tone; Your appearance. On purpose. Eyes downcast, you let your arms slide down to your sides again, lacing your fingers together in front of you for a moment, pretending you're at a loss for words. "Um... maybe this is... weird... "

"What?" A big hand ghosts over your hip- you can just feel his skin graze against you.

You look up to catch his gaze again suddenly, lips and eyebrows scrunching after a moment, unsurely. "Uh, well... " Chewing innocently on your bottom lip, you hold your arms behind your back; not-at-all meaning to push out your chest more. No, not at all... "Me coming up to talk to you... since the break up... "

A hiss escapes him, as he suddenly, seemingly, like just seeing you had him returning to old habits, remembers that fact himself and takes a step back from you. Your brows knit together, up at him- perfectly pitiful.

"Oh man- yeah. Maybe. Fuck!" He runs a hand up through his hair, looking convincingly tortured.

Already!

You could rejoice.

Oh, Kurt... we've only just started.

Sighing, you look away again. "Look, I'm sorry. I just... well, Kurt, I've missed you!"

Suddenly his eyes, still and focused, turn more sternly down on you and your insides squirm at it. Like muscle memory, your body screams for you to back up; Get on your knees, bat your lashes. Ask what's wrong, Daddy?

His eyes narrow, and you resist the temptation to smirk. "Oh- no. No, Y/N. I know what you're doing, okay? I'm not dumb! This is all just too... too... " The fact that he cant even really speak, even as he's trying to be all tough and put up walls between you two, really gives you confidence. You must still really have an effect on him- as you should. Of course you do. One week with a little lily livered slut bag does not erase an entire lifetime between two people. Kurts lips curl into a scowl. "You're not like this." He states, and you raise your brows. Oh? "You're manipulating me, aren't you? Come on, Y/N!"

His tone is pleading. He's begging, you.

Damn, he must really want Miss Lizzie's little ass.

After a moment, you shrug. "Okay, whatever, you got me." Shedding the innocent act, you lean back on the pool table as the boys continue to play; Laying yourself out for him. "Does that mean I was lying? No, I really do miss you."

He scoffs. "Yeah, right." Rolling his own eyes, he focuses his gaze off somewhere else in the party- rather then on you. "All you care about is your reign of terror."

Oh... he knows that's not true.

But still, if he's going to play that way- "Yeah, sure- and all you care about is pussy." Shrugging, you drum your fingers bordly against the edge of the table on either side of you. "I guess we're a pair."

"Fuck, Y/N... you know you're... y-you're... Damn, that I love you. You fucking know that." He hisses, getting mad. And you inwardly smirk.

There it is...

Tightening your grip now, you look up at him to see he's once again looking at you. And for a moment, amongst all the madness that party's are- it feels like its just you two. "And you know... I love you."

Pushing off the pool table, you stalk towards him and trace your hands up his chest; Locking your arms around his neck lazily, and resting your chest against his. And you can see it. You can see, the struggle inside him about whether to just give into you- and your tits and your lips and your hips, and- just, you! Or to stay away. Because you're poison; Even you're well aware of that fact.

You're like a boa constrictor. You get yourself wrapped around your victim and you squeeze, and squeeze, and squeeze... until you have them just how you want them. Moulded into a shape that works well, for you.

But he's a lion. Imposing, and selfish, and self serving. And too big for you to ruin.

Its like you said; You're a pair.

And you cannot give him up.

"Kurt... come on." Leaning up, and talking in a quiet, just-for-him voice now, your lips brush against his and he lets out a shuddering breath. "We belong together, don't we? Its us- forever. You've known it since second grade. Sure, it took me a few more years to realise it too, but we're here now." Sincerity bleeds into your tone; Something you can't help when he looks like he wants to kiss you so badly, like that. "It can't be you and her." It cant. Tilting your head to the side, teasingly, you smirk mischievously; Just for him. "Is she going to fuck you like I do?"

"Shit... " Kurt mutters, eyes stuck on your lips. His hands find your waist, gathering you up against him roughly like he always does when he just wants you. Animalistically, wherever you are- whoever sees be fucking damned.

But he still isn't taking you. And that's a problem.

Brushing a thumb over his bottom lip, you turn your head like your making out to kiss him- but don't. Furrowing your eyebrows, you look pleading at him for an answer. "Was it all a lie, then? With us? Were we?- "

And that does it- he's had enough- he's at boiling point- Lips smash into yours, crossing the centimetre of space between them and he doesn't fuss around at all, to warm up. Your tongues connect almost instantly, and in 0.2 seconds, you two are that moaning, making out mess couple that every party has.

Through your lust filled haze, you can just about feel victorious.

A few moments after that your back hits the closest wall, and your legs wrap around his waist as he holds you up- you two know the drill by now. Kurt's grinding his raging hard on deliciously through his jeans into your bare cunt- moaning and muttering something into your cheek as he sloppily makes his way down to your breasts about you being such a slut.

You REALLY don't mind.

Eyes half lidded, you catch sight of Lizzie in the crowd behind Kurt. The crowd that, apart from her, doesn't care at all what the two of you are doing.

You smirk absolutely evilly towards her, before mouthing 'mine'.

#Kurt Kelly x Reader #Kurt Kelly x Fem!Reader #Bitch Reader #Mean Girl Reader #Mean Girls #Mean Girls the Musical #Heathers #Heathers x Reader #Kurt Kelly x Reader Oneshot #Ram Sweeney

[xseaxwitchxkpop]

NSFW Alphabet: Sub!Seonghwa Edition

A/N: idk anyone in Ateez who pushes the catboy agenda more than hwa and this precious soul just makes me have cute aggression. Lemme just remind everyone that stage presence ≠ bedroom preference, so he might be a demon on stage but I personally think he's very far from dominant in the bedroom. Also this is framed for a femme!presenting reader.

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

A very clingy baby! Even though he's the sub, he would want to hold you instead of the other way around; when you're cleaning up, give him a plushie to snuggle because he just feels very happy holding something. He would also have the most sparkly eyes ever, looking at you with pure love and adoration. He'll also be very hungry, so always have some food on hand and be prepared to be fed by him because "you need it, too, I don't care if you're my domme, lemme feed you and show you my love!"

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

He's fave part on himself is probably his eyes because he knows how expressive they are for him and how transparent they are -- his eyes always betray his true emotions and considering he's a more private person, he likes this. His fave part on you would be your breasts, but not in a sexual way; whether you're part of the itty bitty titty committee or big titty gang, he likes them as a comfort thing, groping them or sucking on your nipples, it's very calming and relaxing for him!

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He loves his face to be covered in either pussy juices/"cum" (since, ya know, pussies don't ejaculate lmao anyway) or use fake cum (or real cum if you have an actual dick) to cover his face and/or inner thighs, it'll get him going like nothing else. He also loves seeing his midsection painted with his own cum and also eating his own cum.

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

Every once in a while, he likes to fuck his plushies. No one would suspect this because he takes much care in cleaning them immediately afterward, so they keep their softness and hugability. He's recorded himself doing it a few times but always either deletes the videos or keeps them in a separate, unsuspecting folder in his phone; he's thought about sending them to you but never could bring himself to do so.

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

He's had a few hook ups but most of them have been pretty vanilla as many hook ups tend to be, he knows what he's doing especially with that tongue of his.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Probably missionary, with you on your back and him fucking you. He can easily kiss you, suck on your neck or nipples, and you can easily grab his hair roughly, pull him in closer, scratch his back with your nails, and you two can make intense eye contact. Yeah, that's his favorite position.

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

He's more passionate about it than anything. He likes it rough but not necessarily fast, and he likes it soft but not necessarily gentle. It's a very delicate balance that he prefers most of the time and can be difficult to pin down when the mood has to be forced from either of you -- when that happens, he rather not have sex at all.

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

Trimmed, doesn't bother to shave and he doesn't care what you do; bush, no bush, trimmed, shaved, waxed, whatever. However, he likes it when you shave for him down there as a sweet bonding experience, nothing kinky or sexual.

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

He's very sincere and very intense during sex, especially with someone he's romantically involved with because he's not the most open person and, like Yeosang, takes some prying open emotionally so when he shares that emotional part of himself and trusts that other person, that translates directly to the bedroom. He can be a little goofy if he's particularly happy that day, like giggly kisses n' shit, but otherwise very sincere, very intense.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

If he jacks off, you know about it because he sends you audios of himself getting himself off, complete with moans, whimpers, groans, muffling himself, and him cumming in the end of it. He never sends videos, though, because his ass has a voice kink. He masturbates semi regularly just because he has a high sex drive and you're not always available so he temporarily satisfies himself.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

So, this man, has some kinks that get me thinking. He has an oral fixation for sure, so anything involving his tongue; he definitely has a breeding kink like hard-core "let me breed you, mommy/daddy, I wanna give you babies" breeding kink, more so than San; temperature play; pegging/anal play; cock rings; nail scratching; biting/marking; kitten play; shibari; restraints; voice kink; ASMR kink.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Hmmmm, maybe the bedroom? He doesn't really have a favorite place to do anything because each place brings a different kind of thrill for him, so anywhere he can look at and easily imagine you commanding him to take you or you taking him is his favorite place. His least favorite place is the shower because the water washes away the lube and is just generally an annoying interruption.

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

Doing a sexy, feminine dance for you. Sexy girl group concepts? He learns the choreo and dances it just for you; turns him on because he enjoys you intently watching him while being just out of reach. Rubbing your hand up and down his thigh, no matter how innocent, will also turn him on greatly. Also if you cook for him -- it can be as simple as ramen but as soon as he sees that you cooked for him, he's ready to pounce you and be at your every command.

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

I don't think he would be into piss play or scat play (absolutely no hate to people who are into this lol) but I think he wouldn't like them just because he's a bit of a clean freak and all he would see is a mess to clean up and that would definitely ruin the mood for him. Another definite turn off of his is extreme pain; he likes a little bit here and there, like slapping his ass and thighs, nail scratches wherever you scratch him, but flogging and riding crops are a no go for him.

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

He LIVES for giving oral and that's directly from his oral fixation. It keeps his mouth busy plus he gets to please his partner. Again, he also loves his face covered in cum and/or pussy juices, so oral is definitely such fun for him!

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

Moderate. He likes it a little faster than slower, but not exactly fast, if you get what I'm saying. He likes to feel you and you to feel him, so he wants it on the slower side of things but a slightly fast pace will be suitable for the most part. Only every once in a blue moon would he want you to fuck his brains out or to fuck yours out.

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

Quickies involving penetration? Nah, not a fan. Quickies involving oral? Sign him the fuck up. He wants to see how fast he can get you to orgasm with just his tongue and since you derive such pleasure from it as well, you let him take on this challenge.

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

As long as extreme pain is not involved, he's game for a lot of things. He's always wanted to try semi public sex, voyeurism, and submissive cuckolding, but he would only try this with one of his members since he trusts them quite a lot.

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

I think he could probably go two, three rounds, maybe four if he has a crapton of energy for God only knows what reason. He has experience, jacks off sort of regularly, so he can last a good while in bed while being pounded into or pounding into you.

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

He's got dildos of varying sizes because he, like San, is also a size queen. He has a couple of buttons plugs and some vibrators, along with handcuffs and bondage rope. He has a couple pairs of kitten ears and a matching choker and butt plug.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes to tease, but not in a bratty way. It's a very sweet way, like poking your cheek and rubbing it like a cat as he strokes your inner thigh and ghosts your genitals, teases you with food like "hey if I make this dish, maybe you can fuck my ass tonight" and he'd act all cutesy about it, he'll make suggestive comments while making direct eye contact, and wiggle his butt sometimes.

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

He's a happy medium between San and Yeosang. Hwa makes noise - groans, whimpers, moans, mewling - but he isn't loud with them per say, they're very throaty noises and he uses his chest to make them so they're low in volume but frequent.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He quite prefers the natural noises of sex between you two rather than having a playlist or any other background noise going. He's sensitive to noise in the first place and the background noise could overwhelm him in a bad way.

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

He's average. Nothing too long, nothing too girthy, but boy does he know how to use his average dick regardless.

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

He has a bit of a high sex drive. Think like smack in the middle of average horny and extremely horny and that's Hwa. He can go like three days without sex with no complaints but coming up on a fourth day may be a little bit hard for him.

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

He becomes quite sleepy afterward, wanting to snuggle you to fall asleep while you rub his back up and down and he holds you and squeezes you like his personal plushie. It takes a while for him to actually fall asleep, but that's because it takes him a while to calm down enough to lull into a peaceful state of rest before succumbing to sleep.

#sub!ateez alphabet #sub!ateez #sub!seonghwa #sub!idol #ateez headcannons #my works #ateez #ateez imagine #seonghwa #dom!reader #fem!reader #lemon hours

[charliemack]

Erebus & Terror officers as seats in an 8+

Stroke/8: DUNDY. Mathematical, precise, no patience for bitching. Always tall. Usually gorgeous. Everyone look at me.

7: GORE. Just there to keep the boat connected. Keeps looking at the shore. Mind in boat, Graham. Also tall. 7 & 8 are the two seats most at risk for crewcest (look it up)

6: FITZ-JAMES. The second-in-command, in charge of the back of the boat, critical for relaying the stroke to the rest of the crew. Inevitably the best oarsman in the boat.

5: FRANKLIN. Able to make the difference between a win and a loss, almost never the right guy to do it. If the swing breaks down it’s almost always because of 5 seat. Still thinks he’s awesome cuz he’s part of the stern. Dump seat; where you put the (sorry Franky) Biggest Guy.

4: Two way tie between IRVING and HODGSON. Can either be an anxious little bab who knows they’re on point for half-boat warmups and worries about it all the time OR the bonkers dude in the middle of the boat who just. keeps. talking. Both types keep looking at the shore (quit looking at the shore).

3: FAIRHOLME. Who TF is this guy? Does anyone care? Dump Seat Lite (aka the guy you can sacrifice to lead a rescue party)

2: CROZIER. Watching everyone in front of him. Hates it here. Inevitably the guy coming in clutch to get the boat on the dock when the rest of the crew is exhausted. Can and will utterly fuck the set if he’s not paying attention (or is drunk AF though I haven’t encountered this in the wild)

1: LITTLE. Stressed AF. Sees everything the rest of the boat is doing. VERY aware he’ll be the the first one to die if they run into anything (and yet the last one to die except for Crozier on the show. It’s not a perfect metaphor). Always the smallest guy on the crew and as such always the first one to get thrown off the dock into the water after practice.

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BONUS Coxwain: HICKEY. Nobody has met this guy before. He literally just showed up. Nobody knows where he came from (except maybe the coach but coaches are a closed society and they don’t tell you shit). He’s not part of the crew. He’s ITTY BITTY. He yells a lot and says some really weird stuff when he gets excited. You tune him out halfway through warmup just to survive. Thinks he’s god in the stern, thinks he’s the reason you placed in your heat. Always taking off his clothes when there is just NO reason to do so. He thinks the boat loves him (the boat hates him). Can and will kill everyone on board to prove a point OR to establish his authority.

(see the 2nd 8+ here)

#the terror #amc the terror #terror crack #rowing #yeah i row crew #8+ #sweep rowing #personalities in an 8+ #dundy le vesconte #graham gore #james fitzjames #john franklin #john irving #george hodgson #james fairholme #francis crozier #edward little #cornelius hickey #charliemack original

[crash-cinematic-universe]

Troy Barnes Headcanons

hey gay people time for troy because i love him. im sure i will go on a multi-paragraph rant about how donald glover is actually the perfect man in the near future but for now we TROY

first of all: troy is gay 

also? he’s like really fucking bad at soccer

one time he saw Abed wearing his Letterman jacket and he cried

troy used to see episodes of inspector spacetime on the tv when he was in middle school and he HATED it. he thought it was a lame stupid nerd show. and then abed fell in love with it and suddenly troy realized that the real lame stupid nerds were middle school jocks. 

when abed first proposed the idea of the dreamatorium, troy was elated

there was a part of his brain. an itty bitty tiny part of his brain that was like. what if we banged in there loooooool

good for him

troy pretends that he has game but he does. not

thats why he likes abed so much. he doesnt NEED to have game 

god how did this turn into trobed headcanons goddamn

troy is Insecure with a capital I

he feels weak because of how sensitive and emotional he is

he didnt understand his sexuality for 21 years of his life and thats Kinda Wacky Tacky bro

he’s ashamed and feels like a failure because of the football incident 

thats why he’s so happy to have his friends

because they’re always there to show him that his emotions are valid and that a few mistakes doesn’t make you a total failure

el oh el does he know that i love him

he does everything he can to make annie feel welcome and appreciated by the group because he feels guilty for how she was treated in high school

he idolizes jeff because he seems so cool

he appreciates britta for showing him that his feelings are valid and that he shouldnt feel bad for being a gay person

gay people are epic and cool i would know im one of them technically

his favorite form of showing affection is holding hands and thats why he’s constantly holding abed’s hand

troy sings to help abed sleep sometimes

troy has a crush on batman but only after the halloween party where abed dressed up as batman. troy didn’t realize the connection until later

troy is unbelievably protective of his friends (mostly abed) and he gets jealous like. really fucking easily

he is just afraid! of losing his buddies! 

he made all of his friends friendship bracelets

jeff doesn’t wear his, but he keeps it on his key chain

annie wears hers but she takes it off and loses it

pierce doesn’t wear his because it makes him feel “trashy” what a bitch

britta wears hers but it breaks pretty quickly and she forgets about it

shirley wears hers but only with certain outfits

abed wears his all the time. he never takes it off. abed’s bracelet outlives everyone in the study group because he treasures it like its gold

king

he cannot draw for SHIT

Troy doesn’t have very good grades, but he does have certain subjects where he’s just fuckin wild man

besides. you know. plumbing and stuff

for example: astronomy? after he and annie studied and abed told his about the solar system? troy is almost an expert

overall troy is just. he is just a cool dude whom i love a lot 

#troy barnes #abed nadir #troy barnes headcanons #community #community tv #community headcanons #the greendale seven #donald glover

[1tsnoya]

hmm can you write some lists for the karasuno boys (kageyama, sawamura, sugawara, nishinoya)? some ideas could be 1. favorite body part (like are they a boob butt or both guy) 2. how they cuddle 3. how they react to lingerie 4. weird kinks heeh 5. how much skinship/ intimate they are thank you!!

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✧･ﾟ relationship headcanons ✧･ﾟ

pairings: kageyama x reader, daichi x reader, sugawara x reader, nishinoya x reader

warnings: some suggestive hc’s

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* :･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

kageyama

what is their favorite body part/feature?

↳ i feel like he’s more of a butt guy

↳ ON THE DOWNLOW THOUGH

↳ but he really likes your hands, he’s always doing something with them

↳ he fidgets with your hands, holds them tightly in private, rubs circles in your palm, and if he’s feeling affectionate, he’ll plant a kiss on them

↳ this boy takes care of his nails so you best bet that he’ll make sure yours are nice too-

2. how do they cuddle?

↳ surprisingly, he’s a huge cuddler

↳ however, he prefers being like that in private

↳ loves half spooning. that’s his thing

↳ falls asleep when cuddling. he’s out like a light when you’re just there with him. he feels safe with you

3. how do they react to lingerie?

↳ SO FLUSTERED AT FIRST

↳ like he couldn’t look away but felt weird staring

↳ then you got closer to him and...WHEW he just pounced on you

↳ the dom side of him comes OUT when you wear lingerie

4. any kinks?

↳ praise him and bby will become putty

↳ i feel like just seeing your face flushed while he’s railing you gets him off

↳ ^^ or hearing you moan his name, just eggs him on

5. how intimate are they?

↳ intimate in private. not in public, he’s too shy for that

↳ at first he felt weird being affectionate but then got super used to it

↳ like i said earlier, you help him feel safe. hugging you and cuddling with you helps calm him down after a long and/or hard day

↳ he’s such a virgin when you first meet him but as your relationship goes on, his sex drive increases

↳ and boy does he get good at it 👀

daichi

what is their favorite body part/feature?

↳ boob guy. that’s it.

↳ remember that whole poster thing in the club room?? yea... he likes tiddies and it’s confirmed

↳ itty bitties, big ones, in the middle, don’t matter !

↳ on the softer side, he really likes your smile or how flustered you can get around him

↳ those shits make him 💞💓💕simp hard💖💘💓

↳ like if you get embarassed and your cheeks go pink, he’ll look at you and smile

↳ just admires you tbh. you make him soft

2. how do they cuddle?

↳ BIG SPOON OBVI

↳ he feels weird being little spoon hsjskh

↳ but yes he is very big into spooning

3. how do they react to lingerie?

↳ as soon as he sees you in lingerie, he gets whore-KNEE

↳ like he’ll grab your waist, pull you closer, and tell you in your ear, “you look so good baby”

↳ he’s a dom (obvi) so goes WILD bruh

↳ 3 rounds or more... i said what i said

4. any kinks?

↳ DADDY KINK

↳ call him daddy.. wow he will lose it

↳ ^^ he just thrusts into you harder

↳ very into thigh riding.. pls ride his thigh have you seen them?

5. how intimate are they?

↳ i’d say he’s pretty intimate. not so much but likes to show you off every now and then

↳ holds your hand in public, yuh loves dat shit

↳ he won’t tell the world that you two are together but has no problem being affectionate in front of others

↳ sex wise, oh boy he’s good

↳ a lil nervous at first but once you two start, he’ll go ham

↳ by that i mean that he’ll completely RAIL you

↳ def has your legs shaking and begging for more

suga

what is their favorite body part/feature?

↳ hmm i see him as more of a butt guy

↳ suga is a softie but he is also a very slick guy

↳ if you give him a kiss and walk away, you best believe he will sneak a look at your butt

↳ if we’re being more pure — YOUR LAUGH

↳ your laugh drives him crazy

↳ it makes him smile and get all red

↳ just reminds him how lucky he is to have scored someone like you

2. how do they cuddle?

↳ he’s SUCH a good cuddler

↳ he’s just always warm? and is always so comforting? ugh <3<3<3

↳ rests his head in the crook of your neck<3

↳ like kageyama, he falls asleep when cuddling. he’s all warm and cozy so it’s perfect

3. how do they react to lingerie?

↳ wow he loses it when he sees you in lingerie

↳ like just.. heart eyes for you. his lips are already on yours when he sees you like that

↳ the dom suga really comes THROUGH

↳ he’ll like suck at your neck while teasing you with it on

↳ oh believe me he just... sigh you two had a VERY good night

↳ cuddles after duh

4. any kinks?

↳ being the slick shit that he is, he probably loves edging you

↳ “what was that baby?” while your begging for more, “you want me to what?”

↳ ^^yes he’ll have a shit eating grin on his face too

↳ tbh he’s into whatever you’re into. he’s chill and down to try new things with you!

5. how intimate are they?

↳ aww he loves letting people know that you two are dating!

↳ he can gush about you for hours and how happy you make him

↳ forehead and cheek kisses are very common in public

↳ sex with him is either soft and passionate or ROUGH. just depends on his mood

↳ either way, it’s perfect mwah chef kiss

nishinoya

what is their favorite body part/feature?

↳ boob guy boob guy boob guy boob guy-

↳ like daichi, size doesn’t matter, he just APPRECIATES them

↳ 1000% stares at them and lays his head against them-i’m sorry but he does

↳ he also really likes your legs — whew

↳ LETS BE PURE AGAIN ! luvs luvs LUVS your smile

↳ seeing you smile makes his day so much better

↳ he tries to make you smile/laugh all the time just so that he can admire it. baby boy loves it so damn much omg-

2. how do they cuddle?

↳ i am so soft for this boy

↳ HE’S LIKE A KOALA

↳ always wants to cuddle with you

↳ plays with your hair when cuddling

↳ and when you two cuddle, he never wants to leave. he’ll just talk to you about his day and ask about how yours was

↳ long talks during cuddle time = his favorite thing EVER he looks forward to it 24/7

3. how do they react to lingerie?

↳ oh wow you already know he jumps up when he first sees you

↳ and is dragging you to the bed

↳ eats you out like that and then rails you. mwah perfection

↳ he asks you to wear lingerie more often. it just. it excites him to another level-

4. any kinks?

↳ edging and overstimming obvi

↳ when you dom, please praise him, please pull his hair, wowwie he will MELT

↳ ride his face ride his face RIDE HISFACE-

↳ he’s so into it. he’ll constantly ask you to do it

5. how intimate are they?

↳ so affectionate in public

↳ wants to SHOW YOU OFF

↳ everyone knows you two are dating. it’s just.. they have to

↳ quick pecks and nose boops in public. occasionally a little smooch to your nose

↳ lots of hold handing. lots of it.

↳ if we’re talking seccy times.. he is so intimate

↳ his stamina is HIGH so you best bet that he’s going for a few rounds

↳ when he’s horny, he is NEEDY. quickies are common

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #hq!! #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #hq #haikyuu oneshot #tobio kageyama #kageyama #kageyama x reader #tobio kageyama x reader #sugawara kōshi #sugawara #sugawara x reader #sugawara koshi x reader #suga x reader #daichi sawamura #daichi #daichi x reader #daichi sawamura x reader #yuu nishinoya #nishinoya #noya #yuu nishinoya x reader #nishinoya x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #noya x reader #hq fanfiction #haikyuu x y/n