#she got angry and jealous but she was still caring and gentle

[zuhamuses]

♡ " A mess "

Pairing: Jude Jazza x Kate (MC)

CW: lots of cursing + jealous jude!! (Tho it isn't much of a warning, lol.)

Note: My 2nd entry for @judejazza 's event!! I hope everyone likes this Jude fic <3 divider & header by the lovely @natimiles

Jude's eyes followed her figure as soon as she entered the dining room. Her smile lacked its usual cheerfulness, and her eyes looked sad.

That expression of Kate's broke something inside of him. This wasn't the first time she was wearing that look. Of course. She was living in a castle with cursed people, but Jude knew that wasn't why she looked so down.

Jude clicked his tongue in annoyance, but his eyes quickly looked her over... making sure she was doing physically well... that she wasn't harmed. He quickly looked away.

He was pissed. Very fucking pissed if he had to be honest. Whatever they both had going on was messing with both his head and heart. Jude Jazza was smart, but he couldn't find it in himself to put a name to their "relationship."

When she got hurt, he had wanted to kill all of those people right then and there. Her smile brought a strange sense of calm over him. She was beautiful -- fuck. Shit. He mentally cursed himself and faced her.

"How was yer date?" He basically spat the words out with that sadistic grin on his face.

Kate huffed and narrowed her eyes, looking angry. "Why are you looking so smug, Jude?"

He barked out a laugh, leaning back on the chair. "Smug? Whatcha talkin' about, Princess?"

"Do you take pleasure in seeing me hurt?"

Jude looked at her straight in the eye. "Ya should have the answer to that already."

Her face was red. Kate was fuming. The earlier hints of sadness from her expression were all gone.

"Why do you even care? Huh?" She questioned him, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I don't fuckin' care." Jude replied, expression mirroring hers.

"Then you shouldn't act like you do. Even if he didn't come to the spot--"

He threw the newspaper in front of him, a little too aggressively.

"Then ya will agree to meet that fucker again? Even if he stood ya up two times already? Princess, do ya have any self-respect?"

Kate gasped. "Jude! Just what is your problem? I don't get it!"

Shit. He messed up. Her eyes were filled with tears and... he was the cause. Jude mentally laughed at himself. He was warning Kate about a guy while he was the worst of them all. Surely, the Princess deserves better.

He took slow strides towards her. "Do ya like him?"

"... What?"

"That lousy fucker who can't even show up on a date, and stood ya up twice."

"That's none of your concern."

He took slow strides towards her, but Kate wasn't moving back. She stood still in her place, curious to see what he was going to do. Her eyes were fixed on him, studying his every expression and movement. Kate's eyes were shining as always, but she had changed so much...

She turned even more beautiful.

"He doesn't deserve ya. Ya are wastin' too much of your time." He said nonchalantly, bending down slightly to meet her eyes. "Or do ya like bein' stood up?"

"I can't understand you, Jude Jazza..." Kate breathed out, eyes narrowing once again in fury. "You push me away, say harsh things, then act like you care about me. Just what do you want?"

He clicked his tongue, and they both kept staring at each other. They weren't able to break eye contact, or they just didn't want to. Jude wondered... just what was she actually thinking?

He reached out to wipe a tear that had escaped from her eye. His hand was rough from his line of work, but his touch was gentle.

Kate's reddened cheeks, her big eyes filled with curiosity, her laughter and giggles, the way she would listen to him, and how she had tried to keep him safe during missions... that was all so precious to Jude.

"He can't treat ya good, ya dummy." He said softly.

Kate was silent for a while, but then she spoke in an equally soft voice.

"If he can't... then can you? What are you implying, Jude...?"

His expression as he looked at Kate was so gentle, so soft. There was no sarcasm in his voice as he replied, "Yeah, if ya don't trust my words, then wanna test it out?"

He chuckled upon seeing her flustered and surprised expression. Yeah... he wouldn't trade her for the world...

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[dreamchasernina]

Netflix, I don’t know how to tell you this but a woman doesn’t have to be self taught to be a strong female character. It’s ok to let her know her limitation and ask for help. It’s ok to let her get angry, it’s ok to let her be jealous, it’s ok to let your female character have flaws and WORK on them. Your female character doesn’t have to become a master on her own to be memorable, it just makes her accomplishment feel unearned.

#katara was so determined and strong willed #she took no shit from anyone #she was freaking amazing #but she had to train to become the best waterbender in the world #the moves didn’t just come to her in her sleep #and she was co complex #she got angry and jealous but she was still caring and gentle #this katara just felt so one dimensional #atla #avatar: the last airbender #avatar #avatar the last airbender #natla #Netflix #Netflix atla #atla Netflix

[bumblinv]

--- jealousy, jealousy☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

jake, neteyam, lo'ak (seperated) x f!omaticaya!reader

from a scale from one to ten, how jealous do the sully boys get?

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neteyam 5/10

i feel like he rarely gets jealous

he trusts you with all of his heart. the other sully boys does too, but neteyam is more on the calmer side

there's someone staring at you? he shrugs it off. i mean, he does too, stare at your beautiful self

a guy clearly saying that he’s into you? as long as he remains respectful, neteyam wont barge in. because that would only crush that man's self-esteem

after you and that man part ways, neteyam finally approaches you

"who was that guy?"

"someone nice, he tells me that he likes me"

hearing your answer makes him smile, tilting his head down to press a gentle kiss on your forehead, "that means he appreciate you"

his soft smile quickly changing to a sly smirk

you chuckle, "what is it?"

"he's really self-confident, i respect that"

"hm?"

"thinking he could snatch you away from me? he doesn't know you’re going to be my tsahik"

a light smack on his chest and your burning cheeks were able to make him laugh

this man is way too chill for my liking, but there will be times when he gets jealous and protective over you

lets say you were talking with a guy, then he starts to get all handsy on you

the man leans down close to your face, his hands altering from hugging your shoulders to touching your hands and hip. when you move away, he still comes closer, even when your face shows utter discomfort

"i, uh... my boyfriend would come in just a moment"

"what boyfriend? sweetheart, i see none"

"back off" 

a warning hiss was heard. you both quickly turn your heads towards the noise and was met with a really angry neteyam. he came running, his steps loud and bold, quickly to snatch you away from that man's hold

"the fuck is wrong with you, touching a woman with no respect? do you not have shame?"

you couldn't see that man's face because neteyam is holding you ever so tightly to his chest, but you could hear him struggling

"well i, i didn't know she had a partner-"

"now he's here. back. off."

after the creep gets away, neteyam places his hands on your shoulders, quickly turning you to face him. his golden eyes scanning over your body with worry

"are you okay? he didn't hurt you, didn't he?"

you shake your head

it was more than enough for him to finally let out a sigh of relieve. his gaze softens as your eyes met. his hands went up to hold your cheek with the upmost care, completely different than his earlier tight and protective hold.  

you could see his bioluminescent freckles clearly, as he leans down to you. keeping your faces close

"hear me closely” his whisper sternly, “no one will ever be touching you with disrespect under my watch, you got that?"

"okay, neteyam"

“and if i’m not around and a creep comes to you, remember to kick his balls real good. got that?”

“okay”, you giggle

"good girl" he smiles softly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss on your lips

the kiss was nothing more than soft and comforting. despite the cold night,  his hold radiates warmth. he reaches down to hold your hip, making you wrap your arms around his neck in content.

but he quickly parts away. before you could protest, he whispers lowly on your ear:

"im the one who could touch you like that, you got it?"

jake 8/10

(this is written for young jake in 2009′s avatar)

young jake was unbothered

because one, he knows you only got eyes on him

and two, he’s confident about himself

‘why would you want other men when you got this big buff hunk right here’, is his mindset

i mean

he’s not wrong

and that mindset would only grow once he becomes the toruk makto. he knows he’s amazing. no men would ever lay their eyes on you

but before that, i would say that he isn’t that umbothered. he doesn’t want other men trying to hit on you because they thought they could get rid of him so easily. because he’s just a dreamwalker

if he notice someone getting too close to you and a starting to get a little bit handsy that you look uncomfortable, he would step in, by casually slipping himself into the convo

“...and then we caught this big sturmbeest-”

“that thing was a big boy, isn’t it? its able to feed the entire clan for a week!  ya in the huntin’ party too?”

the man looks at jake with furrowed brows, shooting him with a why-are-you-here look. “right. and what is your business here, jakesully?”

“don’t mind me, i’m just here to tell her that food’s ready” then he leaned down to you, grinning, “can’t wait to have dinner with ya, darling”

that always works, because not long after you two would be walking home, hand in hand

he never really makes a huge deal of people flirting with you, because he could easily lure them away like he always did. but disrespectful people? oh he’s ready to throw hands

i know he would always want to be your big guy. yours to depend to and yours to hold. especially after spending the day acting tough, he gets all clingy during the night because now he got you all to himself.

there’s time when you just need some air, so you would curl yourself away from him and cuddle with your favorite knitted blanket instead

you could hear jake’s heavy huff. his hands clung on your hip in defeat after multiple failed attempts to turn you around to face him. only to realize you’re all wrapped up to your huge blanket again

“what’s so great about that dammed blanket? you know my muscles are comfier than that thing”

you let out a giggle as he rests his chin on your arm, pouting like a lost puppy, “ya sure ya don’t want to cuddle me instead? i’m warmer and way prettier”  

“jake, don’t tell me you’re getting jealous of a blanket?”

lo'ak 12/10

now this man

this man right here

he's the total opposite of his brother🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

don't get me wrong, lo'ak trust you with every fiber in his being. he just got a bit of a temper

lets put him in the same scenario as i put neteyam earlier; he caught a guy staring at you for too long to his liking

unlike neteyam who shrugs it off, my boy would come straight to you and do what ever he feels like he needs to do. he would hold your hand, kiss your cheek or forehead, even on your lips. just to make the guy go away.

but if he sees you getting a confession from a boy, i don’t see him as someone who would interfere. he will if the guy starts touching you or making you uncomfortable.

“what does he wants?”

“who?”

“the guy you’re talking to earlier” he huffs, crossing his arms on an almost childish manner, “what does he wants?”

a sly grin appears on your lip, “why do you ask?”

he let out a scoff. “just answer my damn question”

“he said that he likes me, that’s all”

his stern facade worns off, he approaches you and rests his chin on top of your head. he doesn’t say anything, just holds you on that exact same position for quite some time

lo’ak is the type of guy who never really talk about his feelings. so just be prepared for him to literally glue himself to your side for the rest of the day.

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[deliciousangelfestival]

Frosty Affection || Sick Boyfriend

Character: College!Bucky Barnes x College!Reader

Words Count: 820

Summary: When Bucky got sick.

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Bucky rarely got sick.

Even if he did, a team of family doctors was always ready to treat him. However, now, as a university student living alone, he had been vigilant about his health, successfully avoiding illness.

That is until the rainy season arrived, bringing a busy routine for Bucky as the Student President. Despite his trained strength, there was a limit, and he fell ill.

Thinking a good night's sleep would resolve the issue, Bucky ventured to class, his quiet demeanor concealing any signs of sickness.

However, his girlfriend, Y/N, quickly noticed something was amiss. A gentle touch to his forehead revealed a fever, prompting her to rush him to the hospital where her sister worked.

The doctor diagnosed Bucky with a sore throat and exhaustion, advising a week of rest. This marked the first time Bucky felt such weakness.

Y/N drove him back to his apartment, where his headache intensified, making it painful to open his eyes. Y/N, showing her caring side, applied a cold compress to ease his discomfort.

As Y/N prepared porridge for him, she couldn't help but recall how she had informed Bucky's mother, Elizabeth, about his illness.

Elizabeth replies, “That foolish child. He never told anyone if he got sick. Please watch over him, doctor Y/N😉.”

Y/N chuckled, seeing the message. Looking at the previous chat, both have been sending funny gifs and reels. She would probably not believe it if Bucky told her that his mother was like a tyrant in the underworld.

********

Y/N fed Bucky with patience and tenderness, a skill acquired from caring for her older sister during illness.

Y/N feeds the food to Bucky. Even if he looks weak in her eyes ‘Damn, even if he is sick, he is still handsome.”

Seeing his girlfriend not being awkward taking care of him, he asked her, “Have you ever fed someone else?”

Y/N replied, "Only my sister." After their parents passed away, her older sister studied hard to become a doctor. Due to Isabel always staying up late, she frequently got sick, and it was Y/N who took care of her older sister.

Bucky shouldn't have felt jealous when he heard that, but because of his sickness, he couldn't control his facial expressions.

Y/N saw her boyfriend become grumpy. He became a cute, angry, chubby dumpling. She put both hands holding his cheeks. “You're so cute. If you're not sick, I would kiss you.”

Bucky chuckled; he rested his head on her shoulder and hugged her waist. Y/N was taken aback for a second by how Bucky was acting spoiled. But she has nothing to complain about; she loves to babysit her sick boyfriend.

Bucky thinks the same, too; it turns out being sick is not that bad.

When Y/N got sick.

After Bucky got healthy, it was Y/N's turn to get sick. Bucky immediately takes care of his girlfriend. He felt guilty for sure; she got infected because of him.

When Bucky watches over her, there’s an uninvited guest. Surprise, surprise, it was his mother, Elizabeth, and his younger brother, Nicholas.

Elizabeth puts the food she brings into Bucky's hands and enters the apartment. “How is Y/N?”

Bucky answered, “She only needs a good sleep mother.”

Nicholas, who carries flowers, also follows his mother. He looked at Bucky with an annoyed face. His expression is the same as Bucky's. “This is for sister Y/N.”

Bucky scoffed. If only Y/N saw the true face of his younger brother. “Like I want a flower from you.”

Nicholas turned his head and ran to Y/N's bed. He had already put his adorable face on her; he showed her the flower. “Sister Y/N, get well soon.”

Y/N, lying on the bed, was happy she got visited by the adorable Nicholas and Elizabeth. She gently rubbed Nicholas's head. “Thank you.” She felt so touched. Bucky's family cares for her.

On the other hand, Bucky looks back at his mother and brother and feels funny; he’s the one who is related to them, but he feels like an outsider.

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[queenshelby]

Our Little Secret (Part 24)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Infidelity, Age-Gap

Hours later, Cillian arrived at your house and you opened the door for him slowly, trying not to move around too much just as the doctor had ordered. 

"Hey," he greeted you softly, his voice laced with concern. "How are you feeling?" he asked, glancing briefly at your belly.

"I've got the worst cramps imaginable," you replied, your voice quivering slightly. "But I'm trying to stay positive," you added, forcing a weak smile. "Only four more weeks, right?" you told him as you gestured for him to come inside. 

"You should probably lie down," Cillian suggested, his voice laced with concern. "I'll bring you some water and toast," he added, heading towards the kitchen.

As Cillian busied himself preparing your meal, you sank deeper into the fluffy pillows, attempting to find a comfortable position. The relentless contractions were growing stronger, leaving you feeling increasingly vulnerable and exposed.

Cillian returned moments later, carrying a tray laden with food and drink. You thanked him gratefully, your voice trembling slightly. He settled down beside you, his hand hovering above your thigh nervously.

"So, how did Amanda take it?" you asked hesitantly, your voice quivering slightly. You shifted uncomfortably, aware of the awkwardness of the topic.

"Not well," Cillian responded matter-of-factly, his voice steady yet distant. "She was upset, angry, and resentful," he admitted, his gaze flickering between the window and the table.

"I am sorry. I really do not want to cause trouble between you two," you apologized, your gaze flickering between Cillian's eyes and the floor.

"Y/N, none of this is your fault," Cillian

comforted you, his voice soothing as he reached out to grasp your hand. "Amanda has been jealous and possessive since the start," he revealed, his gaze piercing into your soul. "And it was about time that I broke up with her," Cillian admitted, causing your chin to drop.

"You broke up with her?"

you echoed, your voice trembling slightly. "Because of me?" you added, unable to contain your surprise.

"Well," Cillian responded, his voice steady yet distant. "I guess I realised that it would be better for everyone concerned if I wasn't with her," he added, his gaze flickering between the window and the table. "And I think that, the only reason I got involved with her in the first place was because I needed some distraction from all the shit Danielle has put me through with Max," 

he admitted, his voice breaking slightly. "I just wanted someone else to distract me from how wrong everything has turned out, and she was convenient," he added, shaking his head sadly.

"So, you used her?" you asked hesitantly, your voice trembling slightly.

"Maybe," Cillian replied swiftly, his voice firm yet compassionate before pausing briefly. "I am an asshole, right?" he then asked rhetorically, his voice cracking slightly. 

"Yes, you are," you agreed reluctantly, your tone softening perceptibly. "Sometimes you are real dick when it comes to women, me included," you whispered, swallowing hard as the admission weighed heavily on your conscience. "But, at the same time, you are also one of the most empathetic and caring people I know in general, so don't be too hard on yourself," you added, glancing up at Cillian with admiration.

"You are still a good person," you whispered reassuringly before pausing briefly. "And if I had thought that otherwise, I wouldn't have kept the baby," you confessed, averting your gaze as Cillian caressed your face. 

"I don't deserve you," Cillian mumbled, stroking your cheek tenderly. His fingers lingered on your skin, tracing gentle patterns as he gazed intently into your eyes before pulling his hand away from your face. "As a mother to my child I mean," he then explained, his voice cracking slightly. "You're going to be such a wonderful mom," he whispered, the corners of his mouth quirking upwards faintly.

You looked up at him, your heart swelling with warmth at his unexpected declaration. His expression was earnest, filled with a deep connection as if acknowledging the invisible bond that had formed between you.

"Thank you," you murmured, your voice barely audible as you lifted your hand to touch his arm gently.

"For everything," you added, your gaze flickering between his eyes and the table.

"Don't mention it," Cillian responded, his voice laced with emotion. "I just hope I can somehow make up for my past mistakes," he added, his gaze flickering between the window and the table.

"You already have," you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. "Just by being here for me," you added, the corners of your mouth quirking upwards faintly just as the doorbell rang. 

"Are you expecting anyone?" Cillian asked and you immediately shook your head. 

"No," you answered softly, your gaze flickering between the door and Cillian who jumped up to open it.

Moments later, Cillian returned, his expression puzzled and confused.

"Who is it?" you asked cautiously, your curiosity piqued before watching your friend Emma walk inside, her expression grim.

"Em, are you alright?" you asked and, immediately, she shook her head.

"No," she muttered quietly, her gaze darting around the room uneasily. "I was actually hoping to speak with you," she confessed, her voice wobbling slightly.

"What's wrong?" you asked cautiously, your gaze flicking between Cillian and Emma. Her expression was grim, her lips pressed firmly together as a myriad of emotions swirled behind her dark eyes.

"Is everything okay?" Cillian chimed in, his voice laced with concern.

"Yeah, Em, what's up?" you persisted, your brow furrowed with worry.

"Okay," Emma conceded eventually, her voice hushed as she steeled herself. "Don't freak out, but there is an article about you in OK! Magazine," Emma explained, her voice low and strained as she handed you the paper. "About you and Cillian," she whispered, her gaze flickering between you and Cillian.

"What about us?" you asked cautiously, your gaze fixated on her eyes. "What does the article say?" you added, your voice trembling slightly as you saw yourself on the front cover of the magazine. 

"It... it's everything, Y/N!" Emma told you urgently. "It says that you got involved with each other while Cillian was still married and that you are having his baby. It's pretty bad. It even talks about the family and all," Emma disclosed grimly, her voice trembling slightly.

Your jaw dropped, and suddenly, you felt lightheaded. You struggled to find the words to respond, and for a moment, you were struck dumb.

"Oh my God," you groaned, pressing your hands against your eyes as tears welled up in your eyes. "I can't believe this," you muttered under your breath, shaking your head incredulously.

"Y/N, relax," Cillian urged, his voice firm yet comforting. "We both knew that this was going to happen at some point," he reminded you, his gaze flickering between the magazine and the floor. "Let's read the article and I will call my publicist," he added, reaching out to take the paper from your hands.

You nodded numbly, the shock of the article lingering like a heavy weight on your shoulders. Emma's eyes widened with concern, her gaze flitting between you and Cillian.

A surprising kind of scandal: Cillian Murphy's infidelity with step-niece

In the world of celebrity news, few stories captivate the public's attention more than those involving the private lives of celebrities who usually stay away from the public eye.

As such, it comes with great surprise when OK! learned that actor Cillian Murphy has found himself at the centre of his first scandal since the Sienna Miller incident in 2009, as reports surfaced of his involvement in an extramarital affair earlier this year.

The object of the actor’s affections at the time was 20-year-old law student Y/N Y/LN and, what further complicates the situation is the fact that Y/N is the adult stepdaughter of Cillian's brother, Frank Murphy, who reportedly introduced the actor to Y/N less than a year ago.

It has also been reported by our sources that Y/N is currently pregnant with the actor’s child and OK! reporters are of the view that the news of her pregnancy will only amplify the magnitude of this scandal, seeing that Murphy has just recently closed proceedings against his wife Danielle for the joint custody of their son.

The affair has undoubtedly cast a shadow over the actor’s reputation and Murphy has yet to make a public statement or address the situation, leaving many to wonder about his response to the unfolding events.

To be continued...

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[ashes-writing]

Hey I was wondering if I could ask for Lip Gallagher and the filth alphabet please?

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Warnings;

If you're under 18 this was not written for you. Go find some fluff to read, got it? Minors DNI. body fluids, various kinks not limited to or excluding dom/sub, lingerie+stockings, choking/biting/hairpulling, pain kink, cockwarming and high sex... mentions of drinking / drugs -weed, he's a stoner, cum play/creampie, edging/orgasm control, oral sex, dacryphilia

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

--- he tries not to be, but he's a cuddler. there's a part of him that craves the connection and doesn't want it to end when the sex is over because it feels nice to just lie there and not be alone with his thoughts or whatever else is going on.

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

--- tits, legs, lips. Particularly lips. He loves your mouth.

--- His cock is probably what he'd say, tbh.

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

--- Will go down on you and make you kiss him to taste yourself. "Don't y' wanna taste how sweet you are, baby girl?"

--- creampie. That is all -we won't get into him getting hard as he sees it leak outta you and fucking it right back into you.

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

--- This man doesn't do dirty secrets in the sexual sense. He's a bit of a bragger, so he's quite vocal about past exploits. I do believe that he regrets losing his virginity to Karen though. Writer believes Karen was his first, this is why it was so damn hard for him to let her go despite all the shit she did to him.

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

--- Oh god, he's experienced. He's constantly sleeping with someone. He's definitely been around because sex is the way he expresses how he feels about a person he cares about and while this is messed up just a little, it also means that when the love isn't returned, he's done and moving on to the next one because he's searching and he yearns.

--- Totally knows what he's doing. Always trying new things too.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

--- doggy style to pull hair and put a hand on your throat or grab your tits, against a wall holding you up, on the table, missionary.

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

--- Depends. If he's jealous, pissed or frustrated he's serious. If he's in love or happy or feeling particularly sappy, he's humorous and sweet.

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

--- it's a very well cleaned jungle down there. He keeps it clean, he just won't shave. Shit's too itchy for him when it grows back in because he tried it once and hated it.

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

--- he tries to be distant when it's a one time thing but there's still a part of him that just can't.. so he's intimate as hell and gentle and sweet unless he's jealous, frustrated or this is angry /hate sex.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

--- you wore some stockings with a costume once for a thing on campus (college) and he couldn't wait until he got back to the dorms, he had to go into the bathroom and jerk off there. He's always edging himself, he likes to see how long he can make himself last.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

--- cockwarming, pain (recieving, give him all the bites / hair pulls / scratches / etc), cum / creampie, mutual masturbation, biting/choking/hairpulling, lowkey breeding kink, dom/sub (slightly less soft than a soft dom but not quite a hard dom either), dacryphilia -he loves to watch you tear up when you gag on his cock, light bondage, food play, temperature play, toys,

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

--- Anywhere. I mean this. As long as it's away from prying eyes, he'll do it anywhere.

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

---arguments, thigh high stockings or knee socks, being bitten/having his neck kissed or sucked, getting high because it makes him horny as fuck, his partner in general..

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

--- no public sex, he does not eat ass and he will absolutely not share you.

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

--- He's pretty good at it but very messy and loud, very bite-y. He loves to receive though, ugh, if you give this man a good deep throat blowjob he'll be on one knee.

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

---Deep, rough and slow. Most of the time. If he's angry, jealous, frustrated or in a hurry, it's fast, deep and rough. You will be bent over the nearest available surface and you will come away with handprints on your tits, throat and hips.

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

--- He's taking it any way he can get it. If he wants it and a quickie is his only chance to get laid, he's not turning it down.

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

--- Experiment, yes. Risk -esp sex with people watching or walking in, nope.

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

--- Multiple rounds, short breaks and maybe an hour or hour and a half each round.

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

--- Nope. Now if you want him to use one of your toys on you, he'll happily do it. He just doesn't own any, he's kinda not into it for himself, his own personal use.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

--- He's a huge fucking tease, so much so that you're a mess by the time he FINALLY decides he'll have you.

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

--- He's loud. Swearing. Praising you, talking dirty to you, telling you how well you take his cock, telling you how tight you are, telling you that he'll fuck a baby into you sometimes, telling you he loves you and he wants to stay inside you forever, grunting, growling, whining -esp if you're going down on him.

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

--- Wants to be dominanted in bed but he's so used to being in control that he doesn't know how to go about it. Dominate this man somebody, please.

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

---Above average length, average or slightly less so with girth. Cannot remember if he's cut or not, I know they mentioned this on the show. The tip is dark pink, it's slightly curved..

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

--- This fucker is perpetually horny. It's high. Very high.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

--- After cuddling and playing with your hair / talking to you and kissing on you, he's asleep. Likes to fall asleep still inside you too, btw.

#lip gallagher #lip gallagher smut #lip gallagher imagine #lip gallagher fanfiction #lip gallagher x fem!reader #lip gallagher headcanons #minors dni

[ruhorih4ra]

Hey there! This is just another LuciferxGn!Mc hahaha, pure bliss and comfort I think. Lucy being pampered and those kind of things.

As always you may find grammar mistakes and inconsistencies (⁠┛⁠✧⁠Д⁠✧⁠)⁠)⁠┛⁠彡⁠┻⁠━⁠┻

The Lovers 💙

“Oh! He's handsome!” you muttered while looking at your phone. “Hmmm, she's pretty too...” you sighed. “You know, Lucifer, I find quite unfair that most demons are beautiful. I mean, how do you expect us not to fall into temptation?”

Lucifer stopped his work for a moment, putting down his pen and stretching his back. “I don’t expect that of you, Mc.” he said, sounding a little bit too suggestive, he smiled and you smiled back not without a questioning look. “Your Asmo is showing, my dear.” He got up, walking towards you. “Please, who do you think he learned from?” you laughed, but the sound was muffled by Lucifer giving you gentle, innocent pecks all over your face. “You taught him this?!” you asked between giggles. “Maybe he didn't understand you!”

Lucifer chuckled before kissing your lips, it was slow and sweet and soon turned passionate. You could feel his hot breath colliding with yours and the faint taste of coffee made you smile. He broke the kiss, leaving you waiting with your eyes closed and your mouth slightly open. “Lucy?” slowly he laid on top of you, giving you brief kisses along your neck. “Why are you looking at other demons, hm? Aren't you satisfied with me?” his voice was hoarse, and the exhaustion from countless hours of work was clear.

“Don't be jealous, love. I was just checking on my new classmates, we'll work together.” “I'm not jealous.” “If you say so...hey! N-no! Pfft-hahaha!! Sto-oh-op!!” Lucifer was tickling you, he didn’t stop stealing you kisses while his hands traced a path through your body. “Ple-heheasse, I'm sorry!!” he stopped once he was pleased, lying calmly over you. “I love you.” you said, looking directly into his eyes and Lucifer held you tight, before whispering. “So do I, love of my life.”

And that's why he wasn't jealous. He’s just not that type of demon, that insecurity was not like him. It was annoying that you and Satan could go to cat coffees and spend so much time together, it was irresponsible of you to stay up all night reading with him, he's concerned about your well-being, that's all.

He wasn't jealous, not even when you came into his office, looking breathtaking, only to inform him that Asmodeus and you were ready to go to a party. Asmo, whose hand always stays in your arms more time than it should.

He didn't care that his work was too much, so much that it was taking him away from you. He wasn't looking forward to spending some time napping with you, without a care in the world. He was happy to be the big brother, Belphie can still be the little brother.

He didn't want to take you on a date, his hands didn’t burn with the desire of hold yours. Solomon took your hands, because you are his apprentice and it was an important part of the spell he was teaching you. He's not jealous or angry (he doesn't want to kill the wise sorcerer, not at all).

He doesn't have time to be distracted by that game you and Leviathan always play and talk about, he's fine with you laughing with his brothers and not with him. He's okay with providing shelter and security, that’s how things are supposed to be.

How many times does he have to say it? He's not jealous, he just... desperately wish to have more time and less responsibilities, to be able to spend as much time with you as everyone does.

Able to hold your hand and laugh in the corridors of RAD. He's not jealous by any means, even though this is the third time you hang out with that demons you called beautiful.

“Lucifer?! Devildom calling Lucifer?! Do you hear us??”

“I'm jealous.” Lucifer said, looking right at your eyes. “I'm so jealous that I can hear myself calling Lotan.” he heard you laugh, you made a sound not as refined as usual. “That was a good one, love.” you took his hand and intertwined your fingers with his, happily humming a melody he recognized.

“I love that record, it brings me so much joy.” He looked at you as if you had said the most ridiculous thing. “My records are cursed, Mc.” “Well, I know that the composer gave his soul so that his deaf daughter could hear his melody at least once.” Lucifer's eyes widened, looking at you. “And then, you refused the offer and cured the girl's deafness anyway.” “I'll talk to Diavolo about the privacy of my life.” “Please, Lucifer! We were doing our favorite thing in the world!” The black-haired demon frowned. “We were talking about you!” you said happily but Lucifer's frown remained.

“You were talking with Diavolo?” you raised an eyebrow, incredulous. “You’re kidding, right?” but Lucifer continued to look at you reproachfully until you rolled your eyes.

“You know what? I'm also very jealous.” you said, earning a confused look from the conflicted demon next to you. “I don't need your pity, my love.” He uttered, slightly amused. “What are you jealous of? The stack of unfinished reports on my desk?”

“Yes, they get all of your attention without even trying.” you stopped, moving in front of Lucifer and taking his head in your hands you added. “I wish I could be part of your work, so you would care more about me...” you sounded hurt, heartbroken. “All I think about is you...” “And yet all you do is work.” Lucifer had seen this conversation many times before, he knew how it would end and he didn't like it at all but he is the avatar of pride and there is a script to follow. “We should end our relationship.” your face showed complete surprise and disbelief.

“What!? Excuse me?! W-why?! No you idiot, workaholic dumbass.” Lucifer was more than surprised by your little outburst and somewhat offended, you noticed it but it only made you angrier. “Oh! Are you mad?! Well, how do you think I feel? I ask you for more of your time and you try to break up with me!?” “I didn't!” the thought finally sank in. He wouldn't kiss you anymore, or hold your hands, or hear you laugh. Not with him, not for him. He wouldn't even have those little moments. “I just said that we should... I didn’t say I want to.” you stood there, looking at him desperately. “Then why...” you sighed, closing your eyes and asking your father-in-law for patience. “I’ll tell you what, we'll go to the house of lamentation and...” you whispered your plans in his ear, and each word seemed to have a bigger impact on the demon, who gradually turned redder.

“How does that sound?” Lucifer cleared his throat, fixing the neck of his suit. “I would love to”.

After sharing a bath and giving him a massage, you laid down with him on top of you, caressing his scalp with your fingers as the faint sound of classical music filled the room. “Are you feeling better, my gorgeous, perfect and immaculate lord?” you whispered, closely watching Lucifer's relaxed gaze, he showed you a soft smile and let out a brief sound of joy, he tried to say something but failed miserably.

“What did you say, my dear magnificent lord?” Lucifer cleared his throat. “I said you're ridiculous, Mc.” both of you laughed. He took your hand and kissed it, still with his eyes closed he kept kissing the lenght of your arm until he heard you laugh. “I'm terribly sorry.” “I know.” “No, you don't.” He leaned over you, looking directly into your eyes, he kissed the inner palm of your hands, slowly closing his eyes again. “I didn't think of this before, when I suggested that we should...” he sighed, defeated. “I didn't think how deeply entangled you are in my soul.”

He surprised you, adjusting your body so he could spoon you. “I want to read a book with you.” “Of course!” “We'll go to dance.” “Agreed.” “We will watch that TV show and you will always wait for me to watch the next episode.” you couldn't help but laugh. “Deal.”

You fell into a comfortable silence, both you and Lucifer were ready to call it a night. “We can do whatever you want, or we can do nothing. As long as you are with me everything is perfect.” you fell asleep, lulled by Lucifer's warm and heart beat. He, on the other hand, could feel your words engraved in his soul.

“As long as you're with me everything is perfect.” he whispered before falling asleep, a soft smile on his face.

💙

The Lovers by Arctic Monkeys has the vibes I was trying to accomplish.

Also, I'm sure there are lots of mistakes but I didn't want to reread, please not again. (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

Thanks for reading! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

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[mlmxreader]

Forgiveness Comes Easy | Kili x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Hii so this is my first request. Please feel free to ignore this if you don't wanna write it

Soo uhmm I saw that you write for kili and I wanted to ask if you could write something where like the reader (gender neutral) is in a relationship with kili and they are jealous(or smth) of the way tauriel speaks with him (like in the prison/dungeon scene)

Again, feel free to ignore this if you don't like this ❞

: ̗̀➛ Kili can sometimes make you jealous, and he can sometimes make you angry, but you'll always forgive him at the end of the day, especially when he makes you laugh.

: ̗̀➛ jealousy

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You could not help but to glare and scowl as you looked at Kili, thinking about how he used to look at you like that; big brown eyes and his eyebrows slightly raised.

The gaze itself was so soft and inviting, so warm it could melt steel with just a few seconds.

You could not fathom why he would look at her like that - granted, she was gorgeous and brave and intelligent. She was all but perfect in every which way that you could ever think of; yet the way that Kili looked at her was making your stomach churn.

He used to look at you like that, with his gorgeous dark eyes so warm and gentle. His hands were so careful despite the fact that he had so many calluses that his hands felt rough at every inch. Skin made of raw iron, and cool steel for bones.

You used to think that you were his, that he had promised you his heart just as you had promised him your own; although you could see, now, that maybe only you kept that end of the bargain.

You had long thought, that with Thorin’s blessing, Kili would be as loyal to you as you had always been to him; but the way that he looked at her, and the clumsy deftness of his fingers when he passed his mother’s stone to her, it made you clench your jaw as you shook your head.

Unable to do anything but to huff and slink to the back of the cell, staring at the cold blueish grey stone walls; how they refracted with pale cyan and gentle ash colours.

You folded your arms across your chest tightly, a slight pout mixing with your frown as you did your best not to snap at Kili and demand that he shut up.

But you must have gotten your wish, as you heard him stop talking; heavy footsteps soon followed, and before you could snap at him, he was kneeling in front of you, dark spots on his trousers where his knees became damp.

You looked at him, mapping out his features for a moment before turning your head; your face met the cold, damp stone and you huffed again as you frowned. Kili cleared his throat, nudging your knee gently but getting no response. He tilted his head to the side, frowning as he knocked you again; still no response.

“Come on,” Kili sighed, squirming to sit between your legs. “What’s wrong? You can talk to me. Was it something I said?”

You scowled again as you looked at him at last, shaking your head and trying to ignore the deep, deep urge to snap at him; to scream and shout at the top of your lungs until he finally got the message.

But you could only sigh, licking your lips as you swallowed thickly. “Why do you expect me to be loyal when you can’t be?”

He furrowed his brows as he looked at you, tilting his head ever so slightly to the side. “Pardon?”

“You,” you whispered harshly. “Tauriel is a fine, fine Elf but if you are going to go with her, at least tell me so I’m not following you around like a lost pup for no reason.”

For a moment, he gawked and stared at you, but then a grin came to his face as he cleared his throat and tried not to laugh. “Is that jealousy I smell on your breath?”

“No!” You snapped, the word coming out a little harsher than intended and echoing loud enough to make you wince and cringe. “No, I am not.”

Kili let out a soft laugh, trying to disguise it as a hum, and tapped your knees. “You are, aren’t you? Oh, dear, that-”

“Do not mock me,” you hissed, getting up and sitting over by the bars. “Do not even speak to me.”

He was relentless, coming to sit beside you with his head on your shoulder; that warm and sweet gaze on you as he smiled and tapped your hand so softly, taking it into his own and allowing his fingers to intertwine with yours.

“You’re right about one thing - Tauriel is a fine Elf… but she isn’t for me. I’m just trying to make an alliance, that’s all.”

“Since when were you so diplomatic?” You grumbled, refusing to look at him.

Kili gently squeezed your hand, letting his voice drop so that he was almost whispering under his breath. “Since there was someone who mattered more than a good scrap… I never meant to make you jealous, and I never meant to make you doubt how I feel for you - and only you, mind - either… I’m sorry… please stop sulking, I don’t like it when you sulk…”

You didn’t want to forgive him so easily, you really didn’t, but you knew that he was more than sincere about his words, and you knew that he meant every single one and would stand by them until the end of time; so you sighed, and gave his hand a little squeeze to let him know that you weren’t so angry about it that you would always give him the cold shoulder.

“Am I forgiven?” He asked softly, quietly.

You hummed, daring to smile a little, which only made him laugh and grin as he knew that he was off of the hook. “I s’pose. I can’t stay angry with you forever, now, can I?”

“Not until we’re married,” he pointed out. “Then you can stay angry with me all you like.”

You couldn’t help but to laugh, shaking your head fondly; you did notice that he never did that with anyone else - he never purposefully tried to make them laugh the way he did with you, he never tried to make a fool of himself or to tell jokes just to see them smile. You scoffed a little.

“I will hold you to that, you know,” you told him with a grin.

“I hope you do.”

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[koy6na]

boy next door pt. 2

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you couldn't believe it. tenko shimura perusing around town with some new girl. shocking. he'd been ignoring your texts and calls all week and on friday you had spotted him having dinner with her. not that you cared or anything but seeing him laughing and flirting with her made your blood boil a little hotter than you liked to admit. it didn’t matter though, you had your fair share of flings but a part of you wanted to forget what you’d seen. it was embarassing. pacing your room, cancelling plans all over him. what did he have that the guys in your phone didn’t? he was a loser. he barely said a word to you at school, even after you had so graciously asked him to carry your stuff home. he glared at you but of course, obliged. 

still, you were baffled at this defiant behavior. you were his first, you even let him do it raw. what more could he need? tenko shimura was a selfish bastard who despite his quiet, geeky behavior, only wanted sex. it frustrated you how dehumanizing it was to get treated like this by him. you could call a past hookup. or meet someone new. but would they do it like him? desperate and animalistic, but still needy enough to be cute? you weren’t sure. but the second he appeared at your door, tattered hoodie and dark jeans, you knew they wouldn’t compare.

“are you just letting yourself into anyone’s home now?” you scowled as you set your phone down. “your mom let me in on her way out. pachinko. again. seems she’s got a bit of an addiction.” he said robotically. you scoffed. “sure.” he settled on the edge of your bed. he smelled like cigarettes and fresh rain. “you pick up smoking?” your chin rested on your knees as you focused on his twiddling hands. he looked up swiftly, his expression remained quiet but his body language spoke louder, almost excitedly. “no. it’s this new chick i’ve been hanging out with. real chainsmoker.” he said, leaning back, hands folding over his stomach. you tried real hard not to scoff but the task seemed impossible. “so she’s just been rubbing her scent all over you like a fucking dog? that’s real cute.” you sneered with more poison than you intended. you didn’t want to waste all that toxicity on him. “i’ve just been at her house a lot lately, the smell just kinda sticks.” his voice was cool but thick, like the cigarettes imprinted into his clothes. “been rolling around in her sheets? hope you had fun.” as you reel back in you feel embarrassed about how angry you’re getting. he quickly shifts his body, facing you.

“are you jealous?” he said leaning over to your side of the bed. “she’s a friend.” you rolled your eyes at him. his slim fingers slid under the hem of your shirt, tracing imaginary patterns on your skin. “i’m not stupid i saw you guys kissing.” you said with a scowl. he sighs in annoyance. “so? aren’t we friends too? i mean look at us now.” his hand left your shirt, the cool material failed to match his presence on your skin. nimble fingers brushed hair from your face, fingertips resting on your flushed cheeks. he leaned in, narrowing his eyes and tightening the grip on your face. you closed your eyes in gentle anticipation of his lips on yours, but they never came. when you opened your eyes you could see a smirk plastered on his face, eyes still narrowed and focused on your lips. you inched closer in desperate need of a kiss but found his quiet, taunting laughs pushing you away.

“what are you doing?” he asked nonchalantly. you frowned and pulled away, facing your back to him. “oh. oh i get it now. you thought i was gonna kiss you.” he laughed again, coldly and tapped you on the shoulder. “don’t look so down, i was under the impression you wanted nothing to do with me.” tenko firmly pulled your shoulder to get you to face him. you couldn’t. the burning humiliation festering in your chest kept you from turning to him. you should’ve seen this coming as another one of his games to get under your skin. “don’t tell me you’re mad at me.” he crooned and snaked an arm around your waist, pressing his lips to the nape of your neck. this time, you shoved him off. it was almost violent the way you did, as if you were trying to shake off something other than his arms. something deeper. 

“what the fuck? what is this? one second you hate me, the next you’re trying to kiss me, and now you’re fucking mad again.” you shut your eyes in annoyance but softened when you heard him shuffle against your sheets. you expected him to get up and leave but when he pinned your arms, straddling your waist, you were caught off guard. “what the fuck are you doing?” your reddening cheeks were glowing in the dark of your room. “what the fuck are you doing? if you want my attention you’re going to have to try harder than that.” he sneered. your heaving chests were parallel to each other as he leaned down to face you. he was overwhelming in every way possible. the scent of soap and sweat and something else that was just so him lingered in the air. it filled your head and make you weak to his advances.

“well? what are you gonna do, huh?” he released your hands and sat back, still straddling your waist. you were at a loss. “i-i don’t know.” you stuttered making him laugh breathily. “you don’t know. well let me help you.” you were nervous in anticipating what his plan was for you but when his fingers slid under your shirt, tugging the hem slightly up, you knew. you let him slip off your shirt, your bare chest coming into view. his hands immediately flew up to cup them. his cold palms sent shivers through your body. “fuck. look at you. i bet you’re thinking about last time when i fucked these.” he scoffed to himself. you were recognizing a pattern where every time tenko got you naked he was a completely different person. he leaned down to lick your nipple making you gasp. he began kissing down your stomach when suddenly he stopped. “you know, you’re actually supposed to be helping me out.” 

you rolled your eyes and reached for his belt buckle. you undid his jeans as you flipped yourself around. you could feel how hard he was under his boxers and the familiar sensation of veins sliding beneath your hand. your fingers slid slowly up and down his shaft. an ache for more hid beneath his stifled moans. “faster.” he demanded, bucking his hips into your fist. you leaned down to kitten lick the pearl of precum collecting on the tip. his eyes follow you as you bob and gag on his pulsing cock. you can tell he likes it when you’re uncomfortable. it pleasures him when your eyes are narrow and spiteful and the kisses you leave on his shaft are nothing but obligations. it makes you sick the way you let yourself moan when he cums. it’s everywhere and it’s filthy the way it lolls on your tongue, trickling down your chin. he glides his fingers into your cum covered face and lets you lick them clean. you keep eye contact with him as you climb on top of him.

there’s a motorcycle revving somewhere on the street. the sound of music playing from someone’s radio wafts in through your half opened window. you should be out with a nice guy having dinner or walking hand in hand at the park. there’s a whole world of nice guys with nice cars and nice shirts out there who don’t play chaste games with your emotions. but you know there’s also plenty of nice girls who match perfectly with guys like that, and you’re not a nice girl. you love the way he talks to you like a stranger and the way he fucks you like he hates you. tenko’s not a bad guy, but he’s definitely not a good guy. in retrospect the two of you are more similar than you’d like to imagine. you hate most people and treat the ones you love like shit. you’ll do anything to get away from responsibility but you’ll do everything for your freedom and though you live in two different worlds, the parallels couldn’t be more identical.

his dick is soft and sleek under your sopping cunt. your hips match your breathy moans and your eyelids lower instinctively. you can’t help but moan when your clit comes in contact with his shaft. he’s hard again within seconds. “well this is new. you being on top?” he rests his head on the headboard of your bed. “you should be grateful, asshole.” you say, slightly out of breath. when you finally sink yourself onto his cock, the stretch engulfs your nerves. the torrid girth feels hot and tenacious as you glide up and down. your moans become in tune with each other, the chorus of breaths and gasps balance the already thick smell of sex in your room. 

his hips twitch when the rim of your cunt clenches around his tip. the ache in your knees only makes you more sensitive to him. “is this enough to get your attention?” your voice shakes with exhausted pleasure. his forehead glistens with sweat as he clenches his eyes closed. “shut the fuck up.” he sputters out. he’s been trying not to cum since you first slid onto his cock. you lean forward to face him, your faces are inches apart. he expects you to kiss him but you really just wanted to get a close up of his expression when you milk him. you mouth gapes open, your voice is frozen in pleasure. you plant your hands on his chest to steady yourself as your rhythm picks up. his eyes roll back into his head as he stifles out a plea. “slow down.” you scowl at him in defiance but don’t say a word. your rhythm continues. “fuck. im cumming. get the fuck off.” his hands push at your pulsing thighs but he’s weak in the moment. “seriously get off. i’m gonna cream you, right now, if you don’t.” your moans have only gotten more intense as the anticipation of his hot cum spurting into you grows wildly in your mind. 

“do it. i know you’re afraid to. please just fucking do it.” you manage to spit out your final lash at him through your exasperated panting. his hands have a white knuckle grip on your thighs as you watch him lose what little self control he had. he cums with a loud groan, hips thrashing and thrusting into your sopping pussy. you crash down on him sending that white hot cum deeper. he’s still rutting desperately into you as you remain clenching and twitching around him. you both were never really into quick endings. when you muster the strength to lift yourself off of his softening dick you watch the webs of cum and arousal stretch and dissipate off your skin. you lean back when you feel a glob of cum dribble down onto his crotch. his forearm is draped across his eyes as his chest heaves. “did you really need my attention that bad?” he asks, wearied. “i thought you’d like it.” you replied, faster than you’d expected. his arm lowers as his piercing red eyes lock onto yours. 

“maybe you’re right.”

this is so ass i’m sorry jajajajaj

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[proxylynn]

…..Im starting to like Damon…please tell me some canon facts abt him and his personality.

[*cracks knuckles* Okay...Here's everything from his bio page.]

Name- Stalker (real name- Damon) Color- Red Age- 30 January 6, Capricorn, chinese zodiac: Rooster, 1993 Height- 194 cm Gender- Male sexuality- Pansexual and poly but only with MC and DG Horoscope- Capricorn Personality- quiet, forgiving, curious, clingy, caring but also violent when he loses his temper, gets jealous easily. Ability- Good sense of smell, strong bite force. He pretty much has ability of wolf. Likes- gardening, roses, meat, calm music, bees, MC, taking photos. Dislikes- loud noises, the feeling of loneliness, getting heart broken, rough/bad scents. Work- Florist Voice- Similar voice with Legoshi from Beastar favorite animal- Bees favorite food and drink- Meat and coffee/energy drinks Kink- knife play/blood play, biting, gentle and rough sex, teasing, sadism/masochism, hair pulling, praise.

Backstory- During his younger years Stalker had always been very quiet and awkward around others. He wasn't very popular during his school years and he was bullied heavily due to his shy nature. To stay calm he would carry a rose in pot with him, this would lead to even more bullying. Eventually he became used to being bullied but things became more difficulty when he developed a crush. Being so shy he didn't have the courage to talk to her so he started to stalk her in hopes of getting to know her better. When he finally got enough courage to talk to her and tell her about his feelings things didn't go so well. When she realized that he had been stalking her she became very angry and disturb with him. She rejected him and ruined the rose he tried to give her as a gift of his love. She told other people about what he did and from then on people started to call him Stalker. He didn't care about being called Stalker and over time he accept it as his new name. But being rejected by his crush hurt him very deeply. This rejection angred him so much that one day he killed her. He was never caught for his crime but people suspected him to be the culprit, however they thought he's was to weak to do something like that. He was still bullied and he did his best to avoided others. The bullying did stop when he lost his temper after one of the bullies attacked him and ruined his potted rose. In his rage he attacked the bully and brutally beat them. Afterwards his parents decided to move away to get a new start for him.

As an adult he continued to avoided people but his loneliness and depression became too much for him to bare. He yearned to find someone he could be close to and love but he was fearful of being rejected again. So he went back stalking people he developed an interest with. Even though he believed he won't find anybody he hoped that one day he would find the right one. And even though they were just crushes he would get extremely jealous if someone flirted with his crush. He would kill the ones who tried to take his crushes away. During one of his killing episodes he meet Delivery guy who was trying to find a new victim. Delivery guy was very interested in Stalker and wanted to get to know him better and eventually they became close friends.

-He had crush on Angel but since she is very popular he never really got a chance to get close to her and tell her about his feelings so when the times passed he slowly began to lose the hope that he could ever be her boyfriend what eventually end up to giving up and moving on with his life. It was tough for him but it hurt even more not being able to reach to her. (not to mention he doesn't like being constantly jealous. Which happens a lot when he had to watch others fawning over Angel.)

Extra- -He works at flower shop. -loves dancing. -He played piano when he was younger. -loves swimming. -Has sensitive ears. -He doesn't really know how to cook (maybe simple ones) but pretty much because of this he usually eats the meat raw. (He can eat raw meat without any problem. He won't get sick.) -He owns a big bee plushie what he usually hugs when he's sleeping or when he's feeling sad. -He likes to play games with DG even though he's not very good at playing. -He's only ok sharing MC with DG but he can get jealous if DG gets more attention than him. -Loves chocolate. -Damon has sometimes thought about getting help because there been times when people has told him to get help so he gets these thoughts that he should but DG doesn't like the idea and always tells Damon that he doesn't need it and those people who has said that are wrong and he's perfect how he is. DG tries his best to turn Damon's thoughts away from it because he worries he will lose his friend.

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All Yours

Theodore Nott x Slytherin Female Reader x Friend!Neville Longbottom

Requested: Hi! I hope you are still doing requests? If you are, how about a new friendship Neville with Slytherin female reader over Umbridge detention? With perhaps, background reader x Theo?

Summary: You help Neville out in one of Umbridge’s detentions, resulting in a newfound friendship that makes your boyfriend Theo a little jealous.

A/N: I’m sorry, this is a lot more Theo than it is Neville -- also I know it’s super late, I ended up deleting most of it and restarting and I’m still not completely satisfied

Theodore’s hand was on the small of your back, acting as a source of comfort as he walked you to Umbridge’s office. You had received detention for something as minute as talking out of turn in her class. She wasn’t a huge fan of you to begin with, as you didn’t care to hide how you felt about her stupid rules. 

“I’ll wait up for you in the common room, okay?” he smiled softly at you, brushing your cheek with his knuckles. Theo was always so gentle with you, it really baffled everyone, including your friends. You hummed in agreement, standing on your toes to give him a quick kiss. This act seemed to reassure him in a way, his tense muscles relaxing slightly. You knew he was angry about the whole matter, as he wanted to protect you, and this was completely out of his hands. 

A scuff of someone’s shoe nearby pulled the two of you out of the moment, making you look around curiously. Your brows furrowed as you walked around the corner, trying to find the culprit. Around the corner stood Neville Longbottom, looking very nervous and hesitant as he played with the hem of his Gryffindor sweater.

“Oh, hi Neville. What are you doing in this part of the castle?” your voice was lighthearted and kind, which seemed to shock him. You were never mean to others, though you also never strayed far from your friend group. Being a Slytherin had clearly gained you a reputation. 

“I-I have detention with Professor Umbridge. Oh, um, hello Theodore,” his voice wavered, and he became even more tense when Theo rounded the corner to join the two of you. In his defense, you thought, Theo was rather intimidating until you got to know him. You remember how difficult it was to finally get the nerve to approach him your first year. Theo simply nodded at Neville, keeping it friendly but still distant.

“So do I and we better get going, I don’t want to have to do this again,” you rolled your eyes, turning to give Theo another quick kiss and let him know you’ll be okay. He reluctantly let you go, watching as you followed Neville through Umbridge’s office door and disappeared from his view. 

You were kind of happy to have somebody with you in detention, as wrong as that sounds. It was comforting to know you weren’t alone in the whole messed up situation. Your left hand was clenched while you wrote with your right, hating the way she smiled happily at the sight of your bleeding hand. Stealing a glance at Neville, you could see he was even more upset than you were. He looked as though he were holding back tears. 

You angrily set down the quill you were using, causing her to look at you expectantly, a daring look adorning her features. “I think he’s had enough,” you spoke evenly, knowing you were setting yourself up for another detention. Her eyes flashed to Neville before finding you once more. “I’ll keep you another hour, then Ms. Y/L/N. Longbottom you may leave.” Her eyes never left yours as she gave you a devilish smile. 

Neville looked flabbergasted as he hurried to collect his belongings once she snapped a harsh ‘now’ his way. You didn’t miss the grateful, yet concerned, look he flashed you on the way out. Tomorrow you would check on him, you thought, as he didn’t seem to take this whole ordeal very well. You can’t really say you blame him, as the next hour dragged on excruciatingly slow as she continued to make you write your lines, your hand burning furiously and your tolerance wearing dangerously thin. 

~

You groaned as you plopped down on the sofa next to your boyfriend, every bit of energy you had before the detention completely spent. Theo wasted no time before grabbing your hips and pulling you to straddle him. “Why did she keep you so long, baby, I’ve been worried sick,” you could hear how worried he was in his voice as he pulled you into a hug. His warmth radiated onto you, filling you with a happiness that only he could. 

Burying your face in his neck, you held him tightly. You didn’t realize how bad your hand hurt until you were in your safe place, being held by Theo. Now it was nearly unbearable as your hand brushed against his robes. Your voice was strained when you spoke, “I’m sorry, love, I had to get her to let Neville leave and she made me stay an extra hour.” At this, Theo pulled away and looked at you with his eyebrows furrowed. 

“Why did you do that? Look at how much pain you’re in Y/N, you should have let him finish and you’d both leave on time.” His angry tone cut you deep in your already fragile state. You knew he was only upset because he cared, but this isn’t the conversation you wanted to have after such a brutal detention. You pushed yourself off of him and crossed your arms over your chest defensively, not bothering to hide the hurt on your face. 

“He was far more upset, and he’s helped me out a few times in class, I knew I could handle it.” Tears filled your eyes, frustrated and upset with everything that has happened tonight. You saw his chest deflate as he blew sighed heavily and carefully grabbed your injured hand, now standing in front of you. “Don’t cry, baby. Just hate seeing you hurt,” he mumbled against your knuckles before pressing a kiss against them. His eyes were sad as he pulled away and examined your injury. 

“I know,” you mumbled, knowing you would feel the same if the roles were reversed. “Can we just go to bed? I’m exhausted.” He nodded, intertwining his fingers with yours and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling you to his dorm. While you were tired, the two of you found yourselves up rather late giggling and sharing whispered sweet nothings. 

~

“Mind if I sit here?” a voice startled you out of your daydream. “Yeah, ‘course,” you smiled up at Neville before dropping your head in your hands, yawning. You were about to start potions class and, quite honestly, you weren’t sure how you’d manage to stay awake through it. Your hand was wrapped to cover the gnarly wound that Umbridge had inflicted only the night before. You had gotten hardly any sleep and simply weren’t thinking straight at all. 

“I’m not sitting with you today?” Theodore’s voice made you freeze instantly. You had given his usual seat to Neville. 

“I thought you were sitting with Draco today,” you sighed, already defeated for the day. You knew he was upset with you, but you also knew you were right, and he was being silly. Neville quickly offered to move, though Theo declined and made his way to sit with his friend. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to be able to thank you for last night. It’s hard to catch you outside of class,” Neville spoke quietly, his cheeks a shade of pink. 

You smiled kindly at him, “He’ll get over it, he gets me all day. And don’t worry about last night, I didn’t mind.” He seemed to accept your words, smiling to himself and stuttering over his next few words, “Well I owe you. It’s nice to have friends that look out for you.” You agreed, happy to have a new friend.

You tried not to doze off all throughout the class, though Neville helped as he tried to hold conversation while the two of you worked on the assignment Snape had given. Although you didn’t feel the greatest, you still enjoyed working with Neville for the class. You were also happy to hear he was doing well after the detention with Umbridge. You just hoped Theo understood and wasn’t too upset at you for the day. 

~

Theo, as it turns out, was in fact upset. While he wasn’t rude, he was being very short with you and as the day progressed you simply gave up. You skipped your last few classes, going to lay in bed and rest instead. Your body seemed to thank you as soon as you hit the soft duvet, as your muscles instantly relaxed. You don’t think you had ever fallen asleep so quickly and you had easily slept all the way through dinner without stirring. 

Meanwhile, Theo was rushing out of the Great Hall trying to catch up with your new friend. “Longbottom!” he called out, unknowingly frightening the poor Gryffindor. Neville stopped in his tracks and turned quickly, completely surprised at who was calling his name. “Y-yeah?” he stuttered out.

“You know where Y/N is? You were with her earlier in class earlier,” the words came out harsher than he intended, as he was rather irritated. Mostly with himself. He knew you didn’t particularly feel good, and that you hadn’t meant anything by letting Neville sit with you. You were always nice to those who deserved it and he trusted your judgement above anybody else’s. He trusted you more than anyone else in general, so he wasn’t sure where this jealousy was coming from. He supposed he simply didn’t like sharing you; he loved that the two of you were basically attached at the hip. While you had your time away from each other, he absolutely adored every second spent with you; the two of you did almost everything together.

“I haven’t seen her since classes earlier this afternoon, but she didn’t seem to feel good at all,” he said, frowning. Theo had assumed you had gone to rest, as he noticed you hadn’t been in your last few classes and he could see how exhausted you were. You were his lover and best friend; he knew you better than anyone else. He was expecting you to be at dinner though, as you weren’t ever one for long naps even if you didn’t feel the greatest.

“I hope she’s okay. Go take care of her, she was talking about you all morning,” Neville seemed to be reassuring Theo, as he smiled kindly before they said their goodbye’s. The interaction, though simple, left both of the boys feeling much better; Neville felt as though he made another new friend, and Theo knew he didn’t have to be jealous over his time with you. Whoever you were friends with, he was friends with too. That’s how it worked with his friends and he knew it should be the same with yours.

Theo felt slightly guilty about how he had treated you earlier, knowing it was uncalled for. His heart warmed when Neville said you had been talking about him all morning; he loved you more than anything and even when he was being a jealous ass, he knew you felt the same for him. While he was eager to see you, he took his time in walking back to the dungeons to your dorm. Instead of rushing, he used this time to reflect on how lucky he was to have you. You were loyal, kind, and generous to those you felt deserved it; what you did for Neville only reflected those qualities. Pride swelled in his chest and he made a promise to himself right then to never take those qualities, or you, for granted. 

~

Groaning, you squinted your eyes, struggling to open them all the way. You were groggy and confused as you felt someone sit beside you on the bed, their hand gently pushing your hair away from your face. “It’s just me, baby, go back to sleep,” the familiar voice soothed you, filling you with warmth. Slightly more awake, you peered up at him while he focused on whatever he was doing with your hand. 

“What’re you doing, Teddy?” Upon hearing your voice, his eyes flickered up to your face, a loving smile playing on his lips. His cheeks were pink under your unwavering gaze. “Taking care of my baby, what else would I be doing?” He was very gently rubbing a cream over your wound before following with gauze. His eyes met yours as he brought your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles. Grabbing his arm, you pulled him towards you so you could kiss him. 

He sighed heavily and plopped down next to you, pulling your body into his. “Sorry about earlier. Just got a little jealous,” he mumbled. A smirk found its way onto your lips as you fought a giggle. You knew what was going on with him, but you also knew he would come to his senses. “I know, you’re silly. No reason to be jealous,” your voice was telling of how sleepy you were, though he could hear the amusement laced in your words. His chest vibrated against you as he chuckled before nodding his head in agreement. “I know, you’re all mine.” Letting out a giggle, you kissed his chest. 

“All yours.”

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[dreamypqulson]

— love you to the moon and to saturn

requested by anon: begging for anything with billie <33 maybe some angst/fluff where billie gets insecure abt the age difference and reader reassures her how much she loves her only wants to be with her

pairing: billie dean howard x reader

word count: 1400

It was absolutely appalling.

When Billie agreed to come along to your high school reunion, she didn't expect people to be all over you. She expected that you had a couple friends you would talk to throughout the night, but she did not anticipate them to be so touchy. Although it was just bitterness and she knew it; she was jealous. 

Billie suddenly felt so insecure. Everything that she was not. Like a dog in a cage of cats; she just felt out of place.

She graduated high school many years before everyone in this room had. Even though the old graduates had their partners accompany them, she realized that she was still, perhaps, the oldest woman in the room.

You still made it a point to introduce Billie to all of your old friends and acquaintances. You weren't aware of your girlfriends insecurity about the age gap. It typically doesn't bother her; you constantly make her feel so beautiful that she completely forgets the difference between you two.

Billie was always confident and her demeanor hardly ever faltered. She always made sure that people knew you were hers. But right now, her voice got caught in her throat as your friends hand squeezed your thigh.

She cleared her throat, swallowing down the lump. She was just appreciative that you were finally saying your goodbye’s to everyone. As fun as you had, you much rather spend the rest of the night with Billie. You probably wouldn't talk to any of them after tonight anyways.

In the car, Billie's knuckle turned awfully white from the grip she had on the steering wheel. You couldn't tell if she was angry or just trying to hold back tears. Either way, you knew something was bothering her, you just didn't know what.

You looked over at her but she didn't look back. You knew, though, that she could feel your gaze. She was just simply choosing to ignore you. "Are you okay?"

"Yes i'm fine," she said flatly, but not unkindly She was clearly not fine but you opted to not push her. If she wants to talk, she will. Nagging her will only make it worse.

You made it home in unusual silence. The engine stopped and it made it feel like the whole world paused for a moment. At this point, it was dark, and you could only see Billie with the moonlight shining through the car windows.

For a moment, Billie's expression softened and you thought she would finally open up. Instead, she got out of the car and let herself in the house. For the rest of the night, she wouldn't speak to you. She slept on the edge of the bed, the space between you both felt like miles and miles. And as much as it hurt, you let her be alone with her thoughts.

-

The next morning, you woke early with the birds. Billie was mostly an early riser and you wanted to be sure that you beat her to it. You cautiously got out of bed, careful not to wake her. You threw on a light sweater and slipped on a pair of sandals.

You could still hear gentle breaths coming from the other side of the room, and so you tipped toed out and slowly shut the door.

A warm late spring breeze casted over you. The sun shined a bright golden haze over the freshly planted flowers. You hair blew in multiple directions but you flattened it back down. You had to quickly get going before Billie awoke alone.

By the time you made it to the flower shop, only ten minutes had passed. The sweet scent of the seasons new flowers consumed you. You walked over to the corner of the store where the pink and white cosmos were. You knew those were one of Billies favorites. You picked up the freshest bouquet of them, tied off with a baby pink bow.

Your next stop was the store just across the street; the one filled with the finest chocolates for your perfect woman. You picked out a small red box; a mix of dark and milk chocolate.

By the time you arrived back at home it was only a quarter till eight; you new Billie would be awake any moment now. You rushed back into the house and slipped your sandals off. When you made it back into the bedroom that you shared, the older woman was already beginning to stir.

The soft sun was shining through the sheer curtains, illuminating her gentle features and golden hair. Her silly, blush pink pajamas shimmered in the lighting.

You walked towards the bed and sat on the edge, gifts still in hand. A single brown eye cracked open when she felt fingertips running up and down her bare arm. For a moment, she completely forgot that she was upset. A soft grin settled on her rosy lips.

“Good morning, beautiful,” your voice came out as a mere whisper. She slowly pushed herself up into a sitting position, not yet speaking back to you. Instead, her gaze adverted to the flowers and chocolate in your hand. “Um, you seemed…upset last night so I— I went out this morning and got you this.”

Her bottom lip trembled. Billie Dean was not much of a crier but this was too sweet, too genuine. You extended the gifts to her and she took them from you. “You woke up early to do this for me?” Her voice shook with emotion. Her glassy eyes finally looked back up at yours.

You nodded you head, lightly smiling at her. “I just love you a lot and I hate when you’re sad and hurting.” You still yet to know what she was exactly upset about, but whatever it was, must’ve deeply effected her.

“It’s beautiful. Come here,” she whispered and pulled your face closer to hers. You met her in a gentle, passionate kiss. She tasted sweet; like strawberries and, god, did you miss her in the few hours that she distanced herself. “It’s really hard to be upset when you treat me like this, you know.”

“Why were you upset? Did I do something or say something because you can tell me and I—” eagerly asking the question you've been putting off since last night, she ended your frantic rambling with another simple kiss. You softly sighed into her mouth.

"It's not you," she said, closing her eyes and inhaling a deep intake of air. "It's not you, sweetheart. You didn't do anything wrong. It's me."

You noticed a glistening tear sliding down her cheek. You pouted at her, the familiar feeling of hurt in your heart whenever she was upsetting made itself visible. You reached your hand out to cup her cheek, catching every tear that would dare to spill. "Please tell me what's wrong. I want to help you with whatever it is, my love."

"God, it's— it's pathetic," she let out a frustrated huff, aggravated with her emotions and the situation. But you just shook your head and brushed your thumb over her rosy cheek to let her know that it’s okay, I won’t judge. “It’s just…those woman at the reunion last night. They were all over you and it made me realize that you deserve better, someone younger than me. I’m just so old and i’m holding you back from—”

“Hey, hey,” you cut her off now, “that is not true. None of it is true.” You grabbed one of her hands and held it in yours. “Yes, they were all over me. You’re right and I should’ve told them to stop because I was uncomfortable and i’m sure you were too. But just because they are younger does not mean a single thing. You’re my whole world.”

She closed her eyes and shook her head, in disbelief that you could possibly be right about this. “Hey, listen to me. I love you. All of you. Every single thing about you. I don’t care if you were one hundred years old or the same age as me. It doesn’t matter because I love you.”

Tears ran heavier down her face and so you pulled her closer, wrapping her up in your arms. “I love you so much, honey” she said, “to the moon and to Saturn.”

“I love you too. To the moon and to Saturn.” She lightly giggled at you and pulled back to kiss you again. You can’t get enough of her. “Now what do you say we have some of these chocolates for breakfast?”

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Summer Break

“Damn it man,” Chris cursed as he felt his phone vibrate again.

“She still not leaving you alone?” Adam asked. The two were driving out of their college town for summer break. Chris had decided the beach and Adam wasn’t about to back down from seeing the jock swimming out in the ocean.

Chris let out a loud angry groan. “No! She’s the one who wanted a fucking break. Why’s she gotta keep rubbing that shit in? And if I don’t text her back she’s gonna be even more pissed off.”

“Then just cut it off. Make it one clean break,” Adam said. He’d been hearing about their rocky relationship for the better part of a year and was getting a bit bitter over it. Ever since he’d met the other jock, he’d always had a bit of a thing for him. Handsome, strong and athletic always really got him going, but it was Chris’ outgoing personality that drew him in. Adam could sit there and listen to the man read the dictionary for all he cared. But Chris was straight.

“What? So, I can go out with someone like you? C’mon man, you’re just jealous. Just cause I’m not dating her, doesn’t mean I’m going to go for you,” Chris said.

Adam let out an angry grunt. He didn’t like being called out like that, but didn’t want the beginning of their vacation to go bad either. “What? I’ve got the big tits. The big ass. And an absolutely sparklingly personality,” he said, trying to make his large body more appealing than he thought it was. Being tall, with broad shoulders and a good amount of muscle and fat was good for any lineman to have, but to be cuddled or even held by someone else it was incredibly hard. People would look at him and instantly want him to be a strong domineering top, when all he wanted to do was be held by someone bigger than him. And he was starting to just be fine with someone smaller than him doing that as well, as he towered over nearly everyone he knew.

“Still not my type,” Chris gave him a friendly punch to the arm. “Just a little too much penis.”

“We could work around that,” Adam smiled back.

Chris shook his head. Then heard a phone buzz again. “Damn it!” However, he looked down to see it wasn’t his phone.

“That one’s me,” Adam said, just as confused as Chris. Even more so when he opened it up.

“Who’s it from?”

Adam looked over it a bit more. “Brandon?”

“What’s a stud like that texting you?” Chris mocked.

Adam rolled his eyes. That was about the only guy Chris had ever said he wanted to get fucked by, making him all the more jealous. Apparently, ‘too much penis’ wasn’t off the menu as Brandon had one of the biggest anyone at the frat had ever seen. Even more surprising was how masterfully he used it. Or at least according the pounding on the walls of Zach and Scott’s rooms. Followed by their loud and uncontrollable screams of pleasure. “I don’t know… Some kind of app…”

“Weird…” Chris said. “Hey, pull over into that rest stop. I’ve gotta take a leak.”

Adam did as he was told and Chris got out of the car. His interest turned back to the app. “What even is this thing?” he wondered as he pulled it up. Brandon wasn’t one to really text him and it was a bit surprising that it’d be something so specific as an app that he’d never heard of. It quickly downloaded onto his phone and then opened up. The screen had almost no frills about it, just a grey box with a white one inside and greyed out texted saying, ‘type what you would like to change.’

‘What would I like to change?’ Adam thought to himself. Plenty. Even if he’d known a lot of gay guys envy him over his natural bulky size, he just wanted to be one of those smaller guys who could be held and cuddled all the time. He wanted to feel the strong arms of another man hold him with a firm but gentle grasp. Even more he wanted that person to be Chris.

‘I’m a 110 pound sexy ass twink with an ass that Chris can’t help but want to fuck every time he sees it,’ Adam typed angrily. He didn’t know why someone like Brandon would be sending him a confession app like this. But with the stupid conversation he’d just had with Chris, all he could think about was yelling in anger at how much he wanted to be someone different. But stranger still, the car was feeling bigger.

Adam looked around him and there was so much more space in his seat. No longer was he cramped in the chair but there was actually breathing room. Even more surprising, he could move around. He’d always felt like a sardine whenever he sat down. “What the hell?” he wondered aloud. “My voice?!” There was a sassier tone to it. Something softer but still just a bit masculine. He quickly looked at the rearview mirror to get a look at his face.

The voice coming out of it wouldn’t have matched his big, round burly face that was covered in reddish hair. Excitement ran through him as the weight on his face was disappearing. Rapidly the roundness in his cheeks and jaw thinned out into something softer and cuter. The hair he’d grown out completely disappeared into a smooth face that looked like it never needed to shave. It was true of all his body as his arms and legs were completely bare. Even more surprising was how he had to raise himself up to properly look at himself.

“Ohmygawd! Ohmygawd!” he repeated over and over again as he looked down at his body. Adam’s body was nearly half the size it had been. His thick bulk was all gone and replaced with that of a thin twink’s. His clothes squeezed tightly to his thin frame. Jean shorts that barely went below the length of his cock and a bright pink sleeveless shirt that even on his small body looked to be a half size too small. And every part of him was smooth. Any callouses on his hands had disappeared. “This is insane,” he adjusted the driver seat to be able to reach the pedals again. It had to be at least 4 or 5 clicks before he could actually touch them.

When he looked back down at his phone, another idea popped into his head. If it was able to change him this much, it had to have the power to change someone else. He quickly typed, ‘Chris is a massive handsome jock, that rarely ever wants to put a shirt on. He loves showing off his large muscular body and people either don’t care or are thoroughly impressed by it. He’s actually thinking about giving me a shot at a relationship.’

Adam was about to hit enter when he saw another option right below it.

              ---User Aware - ‘Y’

              ---Target Aware - ‘N’

              ---World Aware - ‘N’

A bit of regret flashed through Adam. “Should I make him aware?” he wondered. It only seemed right. If he still wanted to say no, or if he was really against it, then maybe it really was better just to leave them be. Adam highlighted the ‘Target Aware’ option and switched it to ‘Y.’ Then hit enter. The next minute or so felt like an eternity as he waited. But then he saw a buff shirtless guy running out of the rest stop. The passenger door quickly opened.

“Dude! Something strange just happened. I just… I was just in the bathroom then all of a sudden I felt all weird. Like all my muscles felt like they were on fire. It didn’t hurt or nothin’, it was just weird. Then next thing I know my shirts gone. But when I asked another guy about it, he just gave me a weird look and I had this urge to flex. What the fuck man?” He finally took a breath as he looked down into the car. A stunned look flashed onto his face and he back up a step.

“What?” Adam asked. It’s not like he didn’t know. He just wanted to hear Chris say it. He got out of the car and asked again. “What’s wrong?”

Chris gripped the car and looked at the concrete beneath him. “I—I don’t know man.” He let out a grunt as his hips bucked. Adam and his eyes met again, and then he made them drop back down to his feet. “I don’t know!”

Adam rounded the car, feigning more concern than necessary. “What? What’s wrong?” He made sure to get up nice and personal against the other man. There was a clear and present bulge straining in Chris’ shorts. The urge to just grab it right there and jerk it off was being fought off.

“Nothing,” Chris lied. He tried to get back in the car, but Adam grabbed his arm.

“It’s clearly not nothing.”

Chris felt his body spin around. His hands clenched the car harder. Both his body and mind were betraying him as he looked down at his twinky little friend. “Oh God…” he moaned. “It’s just… Fuck… Since when have you been such a hot little nugget?”

“Hot little nugget?” Adam blushed at the ridiculous nickname. “Since always?” Then added a bit of a pose, showing off his bottom. He watched as Chris squirmed. The big jock’s hands tightened against the car again, bracing himself to not give into the temptation. “But what’s gotten into you?”

“I—” Chris stopped his lie. He let out another breath. “I just want to fuck you so bad right now.”

“Oh?” Adam played into it more, leaning his weight onto Chris’ body. His hands gently landed on the firm masculine pecs of the jock. “You want to fuck me?” he pretended to be coy, tracing the crests and valleys of the other man’s body. It felt so different looking up at someone than down. That he could actually rely on someone else to hold him up. But Adam leaned into it surprisingly easily. He raised himself up to his tiptoes, still an inch or two shorter than the other man. “How about we start with a kiss?”

To his surprise, Chris gave in. He could feel the other man’s mouth press against his, opening and sharing his tongue. They wrestled softly. Chris not being too dominant but trying his best to please Adam. However, Adam was growing considerably distracted as Chris’ big strong hands ran down his delicate body. They gripped his sides and continued downward. Beneath his shorts. And cupping his relatively large voluptuous ass.

Chris squeezed. “MMMPH!” Adam felt the pressure. Somehow it was so sensitive. That only drew out a smile from Chris. He seemed to like it as a finger drifted to Adam’s asshole. Now it was the smaller man’s turn to squirm. To feel his tight asshole invaded. Adam’s fingers clawed at the meaty chest he was holding onto as the finger went in. He could hear a subtle chuckle, feel the pecs bounce, from Chris as he pushed inside.

“Oh God!” Adam fought the urge to cry out and plunged into Chris’ body, muffling it as much as possible. Feeling that strong finger wiggle and twist inside him was too much. He’d somehow lifted onto only one of his feet as he was practically climbing the mountain of a man taunting him. He couldn’t help himself. The world seemed to have disappeared and only fantasy remained. It wasn’t until he felt his hips buck and a mess form in his underwear that he realized what he was doing. “Shit!” He cursed.

However, Chris only seemed pleased with himself, giving into the new homosexual desires. “You know… Maybe a summer break doesn’t sound that bad…” He held Adam’s soft little body. “I think you talked me into it.” Then leaned down and whispered into Adam’s ear. “So let’s get to the hotel as soon as we can.”

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[icycoldninja]

He picked Rose (Raiden x Reader angst)

You'd had a crush on Raiden from the moment you'd met and had kept that secret for as long as you could remember, as you were too shy and too afraid to confess to him.

You thought that with time, you'd rack up the courage to tell him how you felt, but every time you thought you were ready, you saw him with his gentle, quiet eyes and sweet smile, and everything you'd accumulated over the days just flew out the window.

This pattern continued for several years. You would spend your nights pining and planning, convincing yourself that you could do this and that the worst he could say is no, only to have all your meticulously pre-planned words get stuck in your throat, leaving you a stuttering, nervous wreck. At times, you'd get frustrated with yourself, insecure that Raiden would think of you as a weirdo for never being able to talk properly for more than 5 minutes when you were around him. At other times, you'd become jealous of Rose, and how she always seemed to be hanging out with Raiden, helping him on missions, giving him advice, taking him to movies.

Before you knew it, your frustration and insecurities with yourself evolved and merged into a single emotion that was directed towards that woman--no--that bitch. You quickly grew angry and spiteful towards her, jealous that she got along with Raiden better than you did, and somehow still had the audacity to manipulate and use him. It made your blood boil, seeing the two of them together. How dare she? She didn't even love him--she was using him! So why was Raiden friendlier towards her? Why couldn't you do what she did? What did she have that you didn't?

A lot, it seemed, as very soon, it was confirmed that the two of them were dating. When you showed up to work one day, he and Rose approached you, wide grins on their faces. Rose excitedly informed you that she and "Jack", as she called him, were dating, and that they couldn't have been happier. Her words meant nothing to you; the soft smile on Raiden's face, did. It was proof that he had found someone else; that you'd missed your chance and that there was virtually no hope for you to ever be with Raiden. In that single moment, your heart was crushed entirely, the love of your life having been swept out from under your feet. From that point on, you changed.

The jealousy and rage you felt towards Rose soon became too much to be kept inside; it was now being displayed through your behavior and mannerisms towards her. You were aloof and distant towards her, sometimes downright ignoring her, while still managing to be friendly and polite around Raiden. He noticed this, and soon, he confronted you about it.

"Why are you so cold to Rose?" He asked, striding after you as you traveled through the familiar paths that led you home. "Answer me." He reached out and gripped your arm, preventing you from leaving. "Why?" You bit down hard on your lip, resentment flowing through your veins. What was it any of his business? Why did he care? Why should he care? Didn't he see that this woman was all wrong for him--that you would be a better option? "I just don't get it," You finally mumbled, yanking your arm away and clenching your fists. "Why do you love her so much? Why do you care about her? Why did you choose her over me?"

Raiden looked at you confusedly for a few moments before the reality of the situation dawned upon him. "All this time...?" You growled, turning away from him and hurrying down the street. Raiden made no attempt to go after you, after all, why would he?

He always picked Rose over you.

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[totallynormalbehavior]

Behold it is I that ask almost every🦉

blog ,what their opinions are of WHB.

So chosen one, please share who's your favourite are in WHB and do have any opinions and thoughts regarding the Kings?

*Snaps from imagination*

Wait I’m the chosen one

how to answer hmmm

Okay let’s go

Satan

8.9/10

He was of the kings who caught my eye at the beginning

Love me some little red man

Pregame opinion

He is probably going to be a heartless angry dude who wouldn’t care for MC’s feelings.Red flag with the anger issues.

After game opinion:

He is such a tease ugh I love him.This man gets turned on if you shout at him and he feeds off your anger.so a perfect person if you like to stress relief and a perfect punching bag(fiction of course)

I really love how he cares for MC and is one of the few who sees MC as their own person *gives Sitri the side eye*.Love how he gets jealous of if someone tries to get even close to MC.

Everybody wants to kicked on the butt by him.

He reminds me of a sheep who has anger issues

This still lives rent free in my mind 😳

Mammon

7/10

The first thing I look for in a man is his heart ❤️ …..THE FACT THAT HIS TITS IS INFRONT OF IT IS NOT MY FAULT

Pregame opinion:

His design is gorgeous to me especially those hand claws whatever they call it he wears.

He is going to fall in love with MC the at first sight.He is a gentle giant,probably a himbo.Does also he produce gold also from his dic-“gets shot”.

After game opinion

And I wa right about his personality.This man has a heart of gold .Sor why are you so big

Sugar daddy Mammon to the rescue.

This man is really oblivious about what he says to others especially around Satan and their height difference.

Reading his selfie card story ,it’s like talking to a wall with this man.

Oh and also the description “I wanna be yours “and not “you will be mine “ is him.Instead of you being his pet,this man considers you his Master.Good boy for MC

His H scene is one of my favs so far

Can I squeeze his tits as relievers

Leviathan

9/10

Pregame opinion:

🎵Looks like an angel walks like an angel🎵

Oh my sweet beautiful honey boo boo who wouldn’t hurt a fly .Is such a soft boy 🥺.

His kink is dangerous though .Would this man be turned on if he choked on his drink though

After game opinion

Gets slapped in the head of how much of a menace this guy is.*holds head in pain* wait …WHAT HAPPEN TO SOFT BOI

I don’t like how this man calls me out for being a perv escuse you sir I’m a ✨expensive hoe✨who is selective thank you very much 😤

Have you ever cried upon seeing someone so beautiful

This demon hangs everyone for the pettiest reason,wait you breath the same air as him 😡 “hang

Is a interesting character ngl

One of the characters who gets MC’s attention

His bathtub card broke me …

Dat ass

Rattail Beelzebub

-10000000/10

*breaths in and out *

This man oho this man

Pregame opinion:

Disgusting Rattail who is a homeless men ,did you see his jeans zero fashion sense .

Shamless slut and is proud of it

After game opinion:

👆

Still the same but worse

I hate that after the quiz I got him.No I did not see the retry button,it’s because I was sleeping.

Ugh Rattail

*somone shouts in the audience:She is in denial your honour

No I’m not

…….

Anyways where was I um

His selfie card story proved to me that this man is jerk

He makes Bael overwork and I don’t like that .He must take responsibility for his own kingdom #FreeBael

I want this man as far away from me before I smell I I whiff of his cigs and rat piss

Why did they e make him so sexy and hot and cool and sjdheisjsbeji

*Sprays rat spray*

She is really in love with him and would die for him

Gunshots 🔫

And last for a man who is still not in the game

Lucifer

100000000000000/10

Sir I would like to ask for your hand in marriage 💍🥺

I’m certified Luciwhore

This man is so beautiful *cries*I would like to kiss him and tell him how precious he is

30cm ..where is all that going 🤨 Can I suck your di-

*Explosion*

Now for my fav nobles …honestly love all of them can’t pick a fav among them😌

#whb thoughts #whb ask

[danger-xylophones]

Hey! I hope you're having a good day/night <3 I had a LOTR and/or The Hobbit headcannon request but if you're not taking those rn I understand <3 How various characters would react to a friend (reader) who is very emotional (like, the type of person who when they find something funny they LAUGH HARD, has deff. been kicked out of public places for fighting people who made them angry, and gets teary eyed even over the death and suffering of animals and total strangers) Any character is fine, I love them all, but please include Gandalf (he's SO COOL! and I feel like he doesn't get included in hcs enough but idk-) Thank you <3 :)

Howdy, I am still taking requests it just takes me awhile to get around to them.

I also agree Gandalf should show up more.

Gandalf:

Gandalf adores you

You are unequivocally one of his favorite people

And that's saying a lot considering he's been around for centuries

He loves how expressive you are and wishes more people were as free with their emotions, he thinks that maybe some problems in middle-earth could be solved if people were just more open about how they're feeling

Of course, he acknowledges that your propensity for expression can be a danger at times

He would never wish for you to stop being so expressive, but he does wish you'd quit getting kicked out of bars

It makes it hard to go get a drink with you because you're banned from a lot of places for 'roughhousing'

He's keen to have you meet Radagast, he thinks the two of you would get along swimmingly

I will add he's hesitant to smoke anything other than pipeweed with you - I mean, you're already prone to heightened emotions when sober, he's a bit scared to see what happens when you've got some for of recreational substance in you.

You're the first person he wants to show any new fireworks he learns to make to because you let your enchantment with the party favors shine through unabashedly

Beorn:

Beorn was initially a bit put off by you

He's very quiet and used to the company of animals who normally don't laugh when he cracks a joke to himself

But he warms up to you when he sees just how deeply you care for anyone and anything

He took you on a walk one day and you started crying because you found a tree that'd been scorched by a lighting bolt

And again when you were so gentle and tender with one of his horses that suffered a bad scrape on its side

He starts to open up a bit when you're around

It's not that noticeable but the jokes he normally cracks to himself are now loud enough for you to hear

He looks forward to your sporadic visits now

Legolas:

Being an elf who was raised to keep a stoic countenance, he finds your expressiveness odd but a welcome change

The first time he cracked a joke that made you laugh he was worried you'd asphyxiate

Gandalf had to be the one to explain that you were just like that, that you felt things a bit differently from others

It takes Legolas a bit to get used to just how strong your emotions are

He happened to be in a bar with you when you got kicked out once, he was worried he'd be helping you bury a body before the end of the night

He understands your empathy for animals though, as that is something he can say he feels deeply

Elves share a special bond with all life and though they are often spared by death, that does not mean witnessing it ever gets easier

He eventually learns to appreciate your expressiveness as a gift few can claim to have

Galadriel:

Galadriel is very fond of you

You remind of her of her younger self who was more wild and willing to let her feelings shine through

She loves it when you tell her stories of your life

Your still just as emotive while recounting your journeys with Gandalf to her as you probably were while traveling

She's a bit jealous of you though, as she wishes she could show her emotions as freely as you do

You're a breath of fresh air for her

As the Lady of Lothlorien, she has a certain countenance she must uphold and that stoicism is often repaid with aloofness from her fellow elves

But you remind her she is also a person, same as you, and that she feels too

Gimli:

Whenever you get tossed out of a bar, Gimli's often right there with you

He's also loud and expressive

You can hear his laugh through the clamor of a filled tavern and his temper has also gotten his name blacklisted at a few mead halls

He thinks of you're pretty dwarvish, which is high praise to him

Dwarves are passionate folk and that passion is celebrated because it takes great emotions to ring art from stone

He does feel a bit awkward if he sees you cry only because it takes a lot to make dwarves cry

So he's a bit clumsy if he tries to comfort you

But he loves that he can find you in a crowd if he pauses to listen for a laugh

Bard:

Bard doesn't know how to feel about you, if he's perfectly honest

You remind him of his children who are still learning how to control their temperaments

And his initial thought is that you're too immature

However, when he does finally sit down and talk to you he's quick to realize that this supposed 'immaturity' is something he completely fabricated

You're incredibly intelligent, emotionally and intellectually

And he soon realizes he made a grave mistake judging you so early on

He comes to love just how boisterous your laugh is

It becomes enough for him to start laughing just hearing you laugh

He's still learning how to handle you're more fiery emotions

But he's a loyal friend who'll stick with you even when you get the both of you kicked out of the bar

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