#someone plz write this I’m lazy

[ratskinsuit]

Romantic Velvette headcanon with a male autistic S/O if you can? (Can be either SFW or NSFW or both, but it’s up to you)

Velvette x Autistic Male!Reader

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A/N: Okay so I personally am not autistic, but I have a lot of friends who are. I tried to research to get more information so that I could make this accurate and not offend anyone. And huge thanks to @rdgart12345 for telling me a bit about autistic traits so I could better understand and write an autistic reader correctly! I hope that I didn’t offend anyone or spread misinformation. Otherwise please enjoy!

(Picture credits to GemSubArt on deviantart)

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Okay so when you two first started dating and you told her you were autistic she wouldent really know what it is

Once you explain it to her however she would start to understand

To better understand you she would do a bunch of research and ask a lot of questions

She would try to educate herself so much so that she can be a good partner to you (Plz I love her sm)

If you don’t like certain textures of food, or clothes or blankets she will try to find something else that you feel comfortable with

Like if you don’t like the feel of a certain food she will find something else for you to eat and won’t get mad

She just wants you to be comfortable eating and not get stressed out (she will try to memorize what textures your don’t like and will try to avoid them as best as she can)

If you tend to fidgit a lot or need something to keep you entertained she got you

If you ever ask her if she has anything you can do she has a bag full

Things like fidget toys, game recommendations for phones/iPads ect-, sketchbooks, coloring books, you name it

Will bring you to work with her if you don’t work or are just free and cuddle you in her lap if it’s just in her office (if your not okay with touching you two are just chilling together)

If you two are ever out at like a party or something and get overstimulated, or everything is just too loud and your overwhelmed she will notice (even if you don’t tell her)

Once she finds out she will take you somewhere quieter and give you things like noise cancelling headphones, or music to listen to, or fidgets from her bag

And if you want to be alone, I’m ngl she would be kind of hesitant to but would, or if you want her there she would just kind of cuddle you and stroke your hair

forhead kisses (not even just for autism it’s just her in general lol

will let you talk about your hyperfixations for hours

like if you wanna talk to someone about it just call her up and she will be like “You got it pretty boy, on my way now.”

she is very affectionate, like always holding your hand, hugging/kissing you, cuddles, you name it

if you are not very touchy she will try to not do it as much but it may be hard for her.

If anyone ever insults you she will fight them

Like if you don’t like loud sounds she will ask you to leave because she will SCREAM at them

Ms girl is very protective of you and loves you with all her heart, quirks and all

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It’s a lazy Saturday, you and Velvette are sitting in the couch of her apartment just spending time together, cuddling and watching shows. She has recently been working a lot and so she’s been busy and you two haven’t been spending a lot of time together.

To make it up to you, she bought you a box of your favorite candy, a little goodie bag full of small trinkets of a thing your into(your choice on what it is), full of erasers, stickers, pencils, a little squishy and other stuff.

Your laying you head on her lap, she strokes your hair and listens as you rant about your recent obsession, listening intently with a smile on her face.

You look up at her for a moment, stopping talking. “Why are you looking at me like that?” You frown.

“What? Am I not allowed to smile at my boyfriend?” She teases, pinching your cheek, leaning back with a grin.

“Ow fuck that hurt!” You complain jokingly.

“Aw you want a kiss to make it feel better?” She says, kissing your cheek, pulling back with a satisfied grin.

You blush a bit and she laughs. “Not good enough.” You joke, poking her.

“Aw man! Hm.” She thinks. “Well to make it up to you, how about we go get some of your favorite food?” She asks, as you sit up.

“Oh yes please!” You smile, getting up from the couch.

She sits up, and grabs you hand, kissing it and walking with you out the door.

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A/N: First time writing an autistic reader and a male reader, I hope I did okay. Im sorry if the Drabble is not the best I had a hard time thinking of ideas.I hope you enjoyed!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

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[teopatra]

✨🤭 BIENVENUE 👋🏽👋🏻👋👋🏿

Let me preface by sayin, I went on Google, found some images, saved these images, but I DO not own them and i am NOT citing my source 😆 BC I CAN *karlie red’s voice* teehee yes I did yes I did somebody plz tell ‘em who the EFF I IS 🤪 I’ll give updates if someone takes legal actions 🥳

♍️Pick a fictional Virgo♍️

Since it’s both Virgo season ANND mercury rx im going to be doing a lot of readings themed around this season for research 🧐 purposes 🤓

1. Rue (real life ♍️ Zendaya)

What do you need to work on?

Either you have an unhealthy addiction or attachment to something OR you need to be focusing more on something like your life depends on it due to either procrastination, laziness, self loathing/not believing in yourself ENOUGH OR just not dedicating enough time to something. If you have an unhealthy attachment to something like social media or video games, know that it’s okay to indulge in certain things but you have to have balance and know wen it’s time to take a break.. your screen time could be high but if that’s the case how are you using that time to create content or make that fun thing lucrative for yourself. You can make tiktoks even if you may think it’s stupid bc the views will bring more traffic to your page but only if the intentions are good and you aren’t harming anything or displaying inappropriate behaviors. Also if you play video games you can stream, if you like to read you can do voice memos and turn it into a podcast, reel, YouTube video and you don’t even have to show your face. I’m getting mercurial energy from this pile bc it’s something to do with your voice and hands .. maybe you build, play instrument, make beats, sing, do ASMR whatever ..

Additional Messages: while mercury is in retrograde this is a good time to work on your craft not perfect it just work on it.. beginning stages will not exhibit perfection so if that’s what you expect out of yourself there is where the shadow work needs to be done. You need to make a schedule; it doesn’t have to be time exact focused but you need to have better intentions for your day.. you need to strengthen your upper body especially the arms.. practice breath work and work on healing and or balancing your lower chakras: root chakra, sacral chakra and or solar plexus whatever one resonates with you..

2. Hermoine Granger 📚

What is holding you back?

Your mouth is holding you back because you don’t understand what it means to move in silence. Just because you didn’t tell people about it or show the internet doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. Learn how to enjoy the beauty of life on your own. People will begin to see right thru you and not take you serious if you’re always posting every little thing. Know your own worth, other people see it but it doesn’t seem like you’re being authentic to your true self. Maybe you tried doing shadow work and wanted to reinvent yourself; but who are you trying to be like? If you’re not being you then you’re being a carbon copy and that will just lead you down a path of self destruction.

Additional Messages: I see you’re experiencing some type of food allergy maybe gluten or dairy and hormonal imbalances. You will benefit from journaling, sound baths, and meditation music. Gemini energy somewhere in your chart maybe your moon; if it’s difficult for you to quiet the mind rn maybe bc of issues within the family relating to health or finances then you have to unwind the mind. It’ll take time, (bars) maybe you want to write music is so then do it.. work on the crown chakra, heart chakra, sacral and solar plexus chakras, you really need to recalibrate cuz you’re out of wack and your body or tummy is stressed

3. Bella Swan 🦢

How can you hold yourself accountable?

You use other people’s problems as a way to distract yourself because you want to feel needed by other people. You refuse to do things for yourself or by yourself bc maybe you realize that wen you’re by yourself you’re really sad or lonely.. figure out the root of this sadness and loneliness and heal your trauma. Tell yourself that what happened to you is NOT YOUR FAULT. People will still love you even if you aren’t available for them at the moment, if they’re meant to be in your life they’ll understand. But you don’t want to accept the fact that the people you hold dear to you are probably not meant to be in your life at this time.

Additional Messages: are you using your financial status and material meals to define your happiness? Who would you be without those things? Who are you? Do you even know? You’ve been going thru the motions for so long, that you’ve put your true desires in life aside bc you feel guilty . Heavy guilt issues, check your sun sign and your Saturn and the houses they’re in.. Heal your root chakra and if you’re going thru a Saturn return you better understand what that means for you now since the start of it until the end or else you’ll have to wait another 27 years to really dive into what you love…

4. Frodo Baggins 🧝🏽‍♀️

Where you need to communicate better…

If you have a speech impediment or your first language is diff than those around you causing language barriers do NOT be afraid to express yourself. If anyone makes fun of you for the way you speak they’re a loser and work on your confidence so this doesn’t bring you down. You know what you’re trying to say so maybe work on how to express yourself better with words. You may deal with self doubt, insecurity, trauma, and you may shut down when you feel like others don’t understand you. It’s mercury retrograde and I see for the next 3 weeks people just may not listen , that doesn’t mean talk louder, that doesn’t mean argue, become a better listener and this will help you with your communication. I feel Aquarian energy like you’re different and the ones who know you understand when you speak but you have to have balance and be able to speak in all aspects don’t be afraid or shy it’s okay.

Additional Messages: check your 11th house, and aspects to your Aquarius house, work on your throat chakra and your root chakra. If you’re in school for psychology or you’re an astrologer then you already have the answers you seek you just don’t trust yourself so work on the heart chakra as well.. idk why you don’t trust yourself you’re actually very intelligent but you have some type of disability maybe, confidence and time will strengthen this

5. Jorah Mormont 🗡️

What isn’t working for you anymore?

other people opinions aren’t working for you; you keep allowing people to put their 2 cents in when you need to trust your gut. You have a very keen eye and people feel important wen you ask their input. It’s okay to ask advice from others time to time but ask the universe, the divine, your spirit team, and or your higher self to enlighten you. There may some evil eye around you in regards to your work, others see that your hard work will lead you to success but people feel left out and want to siphon all your energy. Insecure and low vibrational people aren’t working for you. Your challenge rn is to know wen is a good time to just put your phone on DND and do you whether it’s rest or meditation. Strong Leo energy, check your sun sign your 5th house and anything aspecting your Leo house.

Additional Messages: you may need more sunlight or you may need to use more sunblock so you don’t get radiation poisoning. Or some of you could be outside n the sun too much which is draining you in some way. Vitamins could benefit you or orange foods like oranges and carrots. Maybe try drinking smoothies, cut out carbonated drinks and snacks high in sodium, it’s causing brain fog and memory loss. Fatigue is happening to you bc you’re probably over worked and don’t drink enough water or the right type of water.

6. Neo 👽

How to be more productive?

Be more imaginative , be more delusional, exercise your neptunian or piscerian energy by making your dream or fantasy world reality. You need to strengthen your psychic abilities maybe by asking the universe or higher power to give you a sign.. work on your telepathy by imaging a certain object you want the universe to use to communicate with you to affirm. Stop doubting your intuition just because it may scare you. If you believe that we live in a simulation and nothing is real then why are you allowing this reality to bring you down. Pretend you’re in a video game or movie and you’re the main character or final boss. You may need to move your body more bc your blood isn’t circulating enough or properly esp if your body parts have been falling asleep lately

Additional Messages: it would benefit you to detox, drink more water and take on a healthier diet or lifestyle because something is clouding your judgement and intuition. Check your chart for what planets are in your 12th house or aspecting your Pisces placements. You’re in a self deprecating mode rn and you have to snap out of it. Eat less meat especially if you’re a water sign bc you’re taking on the energies of those unalive animals your eating you feel their pain.. also stop eating GMO food for 60 days…

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3:03 on the clock

#Spotify #channeled message #oracle message #pisces #aries #gemini #cancer #tarot #aquarius #astrology #capricorn #leo #virgo #libra #pick a card #pick a pile #pick an image #reading #sagittarius #scorpio #taurus #love reading #free readings #tarot reading #tarot tumblr #tarotblr

[fraidy-farfelle]

"You're Not Alone."

CW: Parenthood, babies, Vincent being a cute dad

Notes: female afab reader, established relationship, marriage, for the sake of clarity I’m giving your twin sons names, but obviously feel free to change them! Also: I did not make this edit, if someone knows the artist plz let me know to credit them.

As always, constructive criticism is welcome, but please be gentle as I do cry. Idk if I'm gonna write more for the Sinclairs but if you want to be added to the taglist feel free to rb or pm me!

‘This is thoughts.’

“This is speaking”

“This is Vincent signing”

You awoke with a start, sitting straight up. As your eyes adjusted, you saw you were tucked into bed. ‘This is not where I fell asleep.’ You thought to yourself, yawning and stretching your arms. The afternoon sunlight trickled in through the curtains, and you realized you had been asleep for a while. 

Your oldest twin boy, James, had woken you as the sun rose. You remembered feeding and soothing him as you sat on the couch, not wanting to bother your husband or his brother if he cried again. So, how did you get here? Your eyes settled on the pair of cribs to the side of the room. They were empty. “Where are they?!” You exclaimed and threw the covers off of yourself in a bout of maternal panic. 

Running through the house, the bedrooms, kitchen and living room were all vacant. Trying not to panic, you took a deep breath. There was only one place left to look. You carefully made your way down the stairs to Vincent’s workshop in the basement. As you descended, you heard his radio softly playing classical music. You turned the corner and breathed a sigh of relief. 

Contently working away in this sketchbook was your handsome Vincent. He was shirtless with his hair tied into a messy bun. (the twins liked to pull on his long soft hair.) James was tied to his chest with a baby wrap while Andrew was in a basket on his workbench, both sleeping soundly. You shook your head at yourself. Of course there was no reason to panic. 

Vincent turned his head, picking up your footsteps over the quiet music. You were only mildly surprised to see his face, as he’d read about the Still Face experiment and was doing his best to overcome his insecurity to be the best father he could be. He gave you a gentle smile as you approached him and kissed his scarred cheek. “That skin to skin contact stuff is no joke, huh?” You said softly, gazing at your son’s sleeping face. Vincent nodded and cupped your chin delicately, pulling you in for a proper kiss.

“Did you have a good rest, love?” He signed, tilting his head. “Yes. You didn’t have to carry me to bed, you know.” He shrugged. “I didn’t mind. I slept through James crying, it’s the least I could do.” You huffed and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “I’m glad he didn’t wake you up. Hopefully he didn’t wake Bo up, either.” You said, resting your cheek on his head. He made a noise of indignation. “The lazy bastard was still snoring when I went to find you. Don’t worry about him.” He felt your shoulders shake with a silent laugh at his words. “You were the picture of beauty this morning, you know.” “Aren’t I always?” You teased. He snorted softly and tapped his sketchbook with his index finger. 

Looking at the page he indicated, you saw a sketch that was undeniably you and James. He captured the way he had found you on the couch that morning. You were lying on your back, with your baby asleep on your chest. You had apparently fallen asleep before you had put your breast back in your nightshirt from feeding him. James’s head was resting on the exposed side of your chest, curled in on himself adorably. Both of you had sleepy smiles on your face. 

“It’s like you took a picture. I’m really glad you’re the one that found me and not one of your brothers.” You said. “Me too. Saved me some ass kicking.” You could tell he was joking and squeezed him gently. “How long have they been asleep?” “Not long. Fed them and they conked out.” You smiled. You felt so blessed to have a husband like Vincent. “You know, next time you shouldn’t let me sleep so long. I’m their mom, it’s my job to take care of them.” “And I’m their father. You created two human beings cell by cell. That’s more incredible than any art I could ever make. You’re entitled to a break when you need it.” 

You bit your lip. “I know, but I just-“ Vincent sighed and tugged you around to sit on his lap. He put your hand on Andrew’s head and his own on James’s back. “We made these masterpieces together. We’ll care for them together. Their uncles love them, and will help us when we need it. Whatever happens, you’re not alone.” Tears began to fall from your eyes, and you gave a watery smile. Vincent smiled back at you and rested his forehead on yours. “I… love… you!” He startled you by speaking, the gravely, strained timbre bringing a blush to your cheeks. “I love you too!”

Taglist: @rottent33th

#vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #house of wax #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #slasher fandom #slasher movies

[anonymouslymadebydesign]

Hello neighbour! :D

I saw ur Howdy x little!GN!Reader and it’s adorable!!

But I want angst. Could I request a Howdy x gn!reader but the reader from our world + seriously injured.

Kinda feel like if the reader was dragged into Welcome home, Home would trap reader inside and start injuring them. Maybe,, the reader arm/leg(s) ripped off???

Oh but if u don’t do those! Reader can get scratches from home like deep wounds? :)

I’m sorry if this wasn’t in ur pinned post!! I didn’t understand some and I hope u take care of urself and plz, get some sleep/hydration! :D

Hello Neighbor ! Thank you for your ask, it reminded me I should probably include my dos and don’ts for this blog, huh ? I’ll update that soon ✿(> ‿ ◕)✿

I don’t write heavy gore but more lighthearted stuff, so how ‘bout a puppet reader with a few scrapes ? While everyone in the Neighborhood IS of puppet nature, I like to imagine they’d still feel pain, maybe just a bit different than we do

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Content Warning ! : Mentions of detached arm and sewing needles

Characters : You ! , Wally, and Home

Word Count : 1468

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Nobody had heard from Wally all day. It wasn’t uncommon for the smaller puppet to be hidden away for days on end, busy in his own little world until he either remembered the outside world or needed something. But, as the days turned into a week, you and your friends began to worry for him. Few had gone to check up on him, but due to Homes creeks of protest, most everyone gave up with a sigh or a shrug. If home wasn’t willing to open its doors, then it was virtually impossible to get in.

You had watched your neighbors in the past couple days leave Home looking defeated. Even Eddie, with his mail, watched in disdain as letters piled up outside.

These past events replayed in your mind as you brought your fist up and gave a heart knock on Homes door. Their window eyes seemed to open dazily, rolling back from the side before landing down on you.

“Good evening, Home.” You smiled and rubbed the brick tiles gently.

‘Creeeeak.’ Home moaned in response, which you surely hoped was a greeting in return.

“Can Wally come out to play today?” You asked, forcing yourself to keep your voice nice and light despite the nervousness that wracked your plush body. “I wanted to go to the old stone dam creek in the woods, where the grove starts, and thought he’d like to join. Please, oh please, let him join me?”

Silence. Silence and dread is what filled the air in the Neighborhood as you and Home seemed to have an intense stare down. Neither of you spoke for what seemed like an eternity before Homes front door slowly but surely opened.

A gasp tore through your throat as you glanced at the barely open door then back to Homes massive eyes. “Really? Oh, really? Home, I’m,” You grinned feeling giddy. “I’m so happy! Thank you!”

‘Bam! Creeeeak….creeak.’ Was Homes response. No one could understand them as well as Wally, but the response seemed to be one of acceptance, tired acceptance. With a final thank you, you pushed the big yellow door open and stepped inside.

“Wally? Are ya here?” You called out.

“(Y/N)?” Wally’s surprised voice greeted you in turn.

“Home says you can come exploring with me!” You clapped excitedly.

Wally had been in the kitchen, staring out the window that sat above the sink. From there, he could just see Julie’s house through the thick trees that sat right behind his house. Some days it felt like spying, other days, when he hadn’t left for days, it felt like he was telepathically reaching out asking someone to notice and get him out.

And here you were.

“Is that so?” He asked as he made his way towards the front door. “How generous of you, Home.” He smiled his natural lazy grin but it was obvious he was tired. You could see it in his eyes.

‘Bam! Bam! Bam!’ House responded to Wally. Whatever they said, it made your smile waiver seeing his expression drop so quickly.

“Wally?”

“C-Come on,” Wally reached forwards and grabbed your hand, quickly pulling the two of you out of Home. “Before they change their mind..” He mumbled to himself.

As the two of you exited the house, with the door now fully open, you reached down and tossed the pile of mail that was beside the front door inside. It wasn’t a lot, but enough for any passer by to see from the street and recognize it was untouched and piling.

“Ah, thank you, (Y/N),” Wally seemed to breathe in deeply before sighed deeply. God, there was nothing like fresh air after being holed up for a solid week. “You’re so kind to-“ He was going to tell you how kind and sweet it was of you to rescue him from his own Home, whether or not you really wanted to go play. Instead, his voice was caught in the back of his throat, and all he could do was stare at you.

Well, specifically, your arm. As you had tossed Wally’s mail into his house, the front door had closed completely on your outstretched arm. The two of you stare as the door vibrated before unlocking, opening once again, and what felt like spitting your arm up.

You stared in shock and horror. Mortified, you looked over to Wally, who met your gaze with his own version of shock and fear.

There, between the two of you, hanging by a few threads and an inch of fabric, was your mangled arm. Twitching, fingers flexing as you realized you could still move them, just barely. ‘I can feel em’ You thought briefly.

While, yes, everyone in the Neighborhood was of puppet origin, that didn’t mean you or anyone else was immune to pain or the occasional boo-boo. Although, from past experience, this required stitches.

As the initial shock slowly wore off, which in actuality only lasted a measly five seconds, a blood curdling scream left your body. Well, cotton curdling, that is. Tears filled your eyes as you began to sob uncontrollably.

“IT ATE MY ARM!” You screamed like your life depended on it. “OH GOD, OH GOD, MY ARM!”

Wally felt the same panic you were experiencing possess his body as he gripped your hand he had been holding even harder now.

“We…we gotta…” He was wracking his brain for a solution. “HOWDY! HOWDY CAN FIX IT..A SEWING KIT, HE'S GOT A SEWING KIT!” He tried to meet your panicked eyes with a smile but it came off as panic like mania instead. He grabbed your nearly detached arm, pushed it back into position, and pulled you towards the bodega.

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“Now, how did this happen?” Howdy asked after setting you atop the front counter and pulling out a portable sewing kit from one of the many shelves that sat behind him.

You sniffled as you rubbed your eyes with your fully working arm. What a sight you two had been, a disheveled Wally, hair askew with wild eyes panting heavily, dragging you in. You, with your head hung low, sobbing so hard it sounded like a wounded animal had made its way in seeking sanctuary.

In a way you were.

“Home,” You spat out as your tried regulating your breathing. “Home close-closed it’s doo-oor on…on my arm when,” You couldn’t look Howdy in his eyes, scared of what you’d see. Anger? Disappointment? Pity? You could only guess as you stuttered out an explanation.

“Home shut its door on (Y/N)s arm when they were tossing in all the piled up mail Eddie left.” Wally finished for you, his own hands twisting what used to be his ascot anxiously. It was so stretched and torn from messing with it, you were certain it’d have to be replaced. “When Home noticed, it opened the door again but….the damage was done.” He finished quietly, pitifully.

Howdy sighed deeply before turning you fully. “You can still move your fingers, aye?” He asked. You nodded and wiggled your fingers in demonstration. “Alrighty then, I’ll sew you up, give you some medicine, and send y’all on y’all’s way. Though, I suggest,” He began glancing behind him at Wally. “That the two of you stay away from Home for a good while, ya hear?”

“Yes Sir.” You and Wally agreed at the same time.

“Sleep over at (Y/N)s or, if you don’t wanna do that, stay with Poppy. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind watching over you two for a while. Sure she’d like the company.”

Howdy got to work on sewing up your arm. You weren’t sure if it was the sheer amount of adrenaline that had flooded your body that made it feel nothing more than getting a shot at the doctors. Howdy had put what looked like antiseptic around the wound and silently began putting your arm back where it belonged.

As he dutifully did his work, Wally stood adjacent to you, rubbing one of your legs that hung over the counter comfortingly. Every time he tried whispering an apology you shook your head and told him it wasn’t his fault, it was Homes. That maybe it had been an accident, truly.

Or maybe it wasn’t.

“There, all patched up now.” Howdy had said, giving your shoulder a hearty pat. “How we feeling?”

“Better, thank you, Howdy.” You looked up to him finally, giving him your best grateful smile.

He looked like he had more to say but shook his head, a sad smile gracing his soft features, before scooping you up and setting you back on the ground.

“Be careful out there, okay?

And don’t let the sun set on you here.”

#welcome home arg #wally darling #julie joyful #sally starlet #barnaby b beagle #eddie dear #frank frankly #poppy partridge #howdy pillar #welcome home #horror #puppet dismemberment #I think howdy has a southern accent #maybe that’s self projection #as a Texan I feel in my boots Howdy has a southern accent okay #body horror cw

[azsazz]

Lol I love how you opened a can of worms with this discussion 😂😂 but it needs to be said. One thing I’m super grateful for is that as time passes by, people seem to be growing more critical of sjm’s writing than they initially were. It goes feel like she’s gotten lazy. Someone once said acotar feels like a fanfic of another series that exists, bc fanfic relies on the reader’s precious foundation of knowledge of source material, which makes sense bc the worldbuilding in acotar is barely there. “The king of hybern” doesn’t have a name??? Half the characters are nameless and everyone else doesn’t have a last name. Her plots are becoming less and less story driven, she recycled “redemption” arcs in each book, there are SO MANY inconsistencies in the plot. I could go on but I’m glad people are calling her out bc she’s getting lazy and greedy and doesn’t mind growing rich off fans she doesn’t care about and characters she doesn’t care about either. The fact that she’s the same woman who wrote tog is actually mind boggling

OH BOY DID I OPEN THE CAN OF WORMS IM THRIVING THO this has actually turned my day around im having so much fun

why does legit every character have daddy issues?

i mean like i said she's just reusing everything she's ever written because the nameless thing worked once, but now she's doing it again and again.

HER NET WORTH IS 10 MILLION like plz calm down sis take your time people will still eat it up if you plan it nicely! 😭

sometimes i think she thinks she's an actual celebrity or something

also i hate the way she acts in some of these online interviews i've seen. like she thinks she's the shit it's kinda funny to watch

[oraganji]

IF ANYONE WANTS WRITING INSPO

ok here’s the thing. I’m way too lazy and unmotivated to write a whole series, I am in awe of anyone who can actually do that or has done it. But in the spirit of ✨ hypocrisy✨ , of course I love reading them, and thinking about ideas for some series that will never actually come to fruition. So, for all the ACOTAR writers out there, I have a way-too-long idea for an Azriel x reader that I want to read as a series, or even like a couple of snippets of writing. Here it is:

Ok, so our (preferably female bc it’s my request but I’m not trying to disclude people here it’s just my preference) MC (I like the name Kora/Cora, or Arya, whatever, but y’know, since I’m not writing this, it’s not exactly my decision to make, it could just be Y/N, that’s fine too). Anyways, she’s half-seraphim, from Cretea, and is the commander of the seraphim/Cretea army. Now, here’s where the pick your story begins. I was thinking that she could be Drakon’s sister or something, to make her a princess, even though she only acts like a commander (I love nicknames that have a meaning. So like if Azriel calls the reader angel, it’s because of her white seraphim wings, and if he calls her princess, it’s because she actually is one). So she can either be his sister, or just the commander. She was old enough to have fought in that big war that happened with Miryam and stuff about the humans or whatever. IMPORTANT PART OF THIS: MC has water and ice powers, but to a massive scale. Like she can raise ocean tides, create snow/hailstorms, all that good stuff. I was thinking she could be called a Tidemaker, like in the Grishaverse, but you could totally change around the name. That’s the base of her character. Other than what I described, free reign to whoever is crazy enough to read/write this.

So now, I think of this as a slight (major) rewrite. This takes place right after Feyre makes it back home from enemy Tamlin. So, Hybern’s armies attack Createa for some UnKnOwN reason. Maybe MC’s dad/parental figure dies in the battle, and MC is filled with grief and rage. MC fights against them until she’s bloody and battered, using the ocean and sky as her weapons. Cretea is utterly destroyed, and she tries flying to a safe place. She had met Rhysand, Cassian, and our boy Azriel before during that Great War, because she was a commander, and the Night Court was allied with Cretea at the time. She remembers this, and tries to fly all the way to Velaris. She just makes it before collapsing/passing out, and Azriel’s shadows bring him to her.

Now, our boy is shocked because he actually used to have a little crush on MC the war so many decades ago. He sees her about to die and starts to ✨ panic✨ , obviously. So, I’m thinking he tells his shadows to find Madja, and busts into the House of Wind or something, and like alerts everyone by just saying “it’s Kora/Arya/MC”. So blah blah blah, cute Azriel taking care of MC moments, she tells them what she remembers about being attacked, etc. ALSO, i think it would be SO GREAT if Cassian and Rhysand called her Goose, instead of dove, or one of those other cheesy nicknames. Geese still have white wings, so it kinda fits. I just think it would be kinda funny if the first time they were meeting to discuss war strategy, MC showed off all of her powers, and established herself as a powerful, bad b****h, and these idiots call her a goose. AnYwAyS, time skip to the meeting with the high lords cause I don’t think things through. MC comes in later than our night court buddies because she “likes to make an entrance”, and walks in there with like a crown of gold laurels (i like that as a crown idea), and like a sage green dress or something (GREEN AND GOLD IS SO PRETTY), and is all like “hello ladies! and boys. What did I miss?” after not being there for like 200 years. Everyone is shocked, and she has a little spat with Beron, where she’s like “You’re just itching to play, huh Beron? Well, I’ll warn you, fire doesn’t tend to thrive with someone like me *smirk*.” I’M DYING. And meanwhile Azriel’s *mini* crush is slowly developing even more. So after that idc what happens, BUT. I think it would be great if Cassian made MC a general or something to help him out in the war with Hybern. Then, when she goes to leave after the war, to rebuild Cretea, and Rhys and Cass ask her to stay, she give a condition, which is that she wants to train the Illyrian girls. And she would leave after she feels like that initiative is set in place. So once she sees that females are being trained, she leaves. Later, Cass invites her for winter solstice very last minute, so she comes with one gift, for our special somene, AZZY BOY!. And it’s a moonflower in an ice sphere, cause headcannon: Azriel likes moonflowers, and so does MC. One day they were walking together or flying together, and she saw some, and pointed them out. Then Azriel plucked one and TUCKED IT IN HER HAIR OMG GET ME SOMEONE LIKE AZRIEL. And he’s like amazed that she remembered and saved the flower. Crush level rising. But at the same time, Elain seems interested in him, which MC can see, and thinks that Az likes Elain, so she goes back to Cretea cause she a little bit jelly.

I’m not a romance writer, so I was just thinking that once Cretea is close to rebuilt, MC invites everyone to come visit, and is taking a stroll with Azriel. She sees moonflowers again, and this time she plucks one and puts it in his hair, and goes “Damn. I bet I didn’t look this good when that thing was in my hair.” And then Azriel mutters under his breath, “you did. you looked ethereal. like an angel.” but MC kinda hears a little bit of it, so she gives Azriel a little kiss on his jaw, cause she can’t reach his cheek (THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE I’M SCREAMING) and says “I heard that Az. I think you look ethereal too.” He’s one blushy boy after this. omg why am I like this. But, plot twist, Elain saw this whole interaction go down and gets PISSED. Meanwhile, MC drags Azriel around, while he trails behind her like an awestruck puppy. She finds a starfruit tree (which I’m making native to Cretea, like it’s a rare thing elsewhere) and gets some seeds from them from Elain, saying that it would be good for her garden. And Azriel just thinks about how thoughtful she is, even to people she doesn’t necessarily like. They get back, and Elain is complaining about how Azriel chose MC over her to Nesta , who I think would be besties with MC. MC walks into the room and hears. Elain realizes this and tries to insult/yell at MC. But MC just had a sad smile and goes, “I brought you some starfruit seeds, Elain. They’re only native to Cretea, and I thought it might be good for your garden. Good night Elain.” OK so this is why I think it would be good if MC was Drakon’s sister and a princess. She knows she’s a princess, but she really only considers herself to be a commander. She’s debating going back to Cretea, or staying, and she tells Azriel that she’s prob gonna leave soon. And our bat boy is all ✨ panik✨  when he hears this. He says “But I wa - everyone wants you to stay”. MC smirks and goes “what were going to say Az. They’re like really close together now, so Az leans down and gives her a gentle kiss and goes, “I want you stay”. MC is stunned for a moment, and looking dazed, goes “well then I guess I’m staying.”AHHHHHHHHH. She can prob be a general under Cass.

OK SO I DO HAVE AN IDEA FOR MORE WITH OUR ANGEL AND DEVIL. Where they discover the mating bond, there’s a big threat on Cretea, MC is a bad b***h as always, and protective Azriel makes several appearences.

Y’all can make up some situations after this as well, or if you want, which I don’t know why you would, my disorganized mess of a brain can write more about the thing above.

OMG THIS WAS WAY TOO LONG. Plz tell me if u guys liked this, or are actually gonna write this crap. And let me know is you have questions! Have a nice day lovelies!

#azriel x reader #Azriel #azriel imagine #acotar x reader #azriel acotar #reader insert #fic inspiration

[star-consultant]

Bright are the stars

You need a Beatle song that perfectly encapsulates your sign? Of course you do. (Spotify playlist) 

Aries—“I Saw Her Standing There” 

One two three FOUR! An eager and intense song for an eager and intense sign. Aries falls hard and fast, with a tendency to rash vows that everyone doubts they mean—but Aries doesn’t doubt. Paul (who later styled himself as a "ram” at a key point in his creative development) makes good on the Cardinal Fire vibe with his exuberant vocals, and John of the Aries rising contributed the street-smart innuendo that utterly makes the song: And you know what I mean. Fittingly, this song kicked off the group’s first album, which itself has plenty of Aries “HELLO I AM HERE TO MAKE A MARK ON YOUR WORLD! (like me plz ok? this is my heart and i am Doing My Best??)” energy. 

Taurus—“All I’ve Got to Do"

A song that takes its sweet time but burrows deeper than the average ear-worm into your consciousness. It’s a patient song that is unassuming but knows exactly what the hell it’s doing. The intensity builds bit by bit, so that you’re unaware when the power of the bridge comes crashing down. Describes the Taurean romantic ideal: lazy, loyal, cozy, constant, tender, and ever-so-true. Also, “All I’ve Got to Do” is featured on the second album, With the Beatles, which has plenty of other Bullish touches, noticeable even with a casual glance at the tracklist: “Don’t Bother Me,” “Not a Second Time,” and “Money (That’s What I Want).” 

Gemini—“She Loves You”

Paul is a Gemini Sun, and throughout his catalogue it shows. But perhaps he never topped the Twinniness of this energetic, optimistic, breathless, gossipy classic. It was composed “eye-to-eye” with John, a truly dual-authored song, and one the rare Beatles numbers where the two lead vocalists double up on every single line, in true (Nerk) Twin fashion. Also the first but definitely not the last of their many “third-person narratives,” Paul’s novelistic instead of confessional slant being distinctly a Gemini thing. The speaker in this one couldn’t be more enthusiastic about this relationship if it were already repaired, and he couldn’t be more enthusiastic about it if it were his. Love is great! People reconciling is great! You should be glad, dumbass! But the real corker? What makes this so Gemini that it hurts? Yoko has confirmed that in the early 70s, during her separation with John, she actually had Paul play agony aunt. Then, during that meetup in L.A. where they were last photographed together, Paul urged John to “apologize to her” and get back together... which he did. That’s right. "She Loves You” is not merely a Gemini’s song: it’s a Gemini’s life. 

Cancer—“Octopus’s Garden”

Ringo the Crab’s musically-complex fantasy about an underwater sanctuary where children are “happy and safe,” he and his lover can be together, and there’s “no one there to tell us what to do.” George (a triple Water sign himself, probably not-so-incidentally) always insisted that his best mate’s song Had Depths, and he himself supplied a lot of them: check out his lead guitar lines. They function as emotional counterpoint. When Ringo’s vocal line is especially wistful, the guitar is bright; when Ringo ends on a confident note, the guitar is quirky, ironic, even stiff-upper-lip pessimistic. Result: a shifting kaleidoscope of FEELS. The Moon approves. 

Leo—“Good Day Sunshine” 

Paul perfectly expresses his own Leo moon with a sublime, vibrant ode to laughter, love, and pride on a cloudless summer day. The bit in the lyrics about she knows she’s looking fine and I’m so proud to know that she is mine? That’s not marring the high tone of the song: that is part of the tone. Hear us roar! And by “roar” I mean "laugh and canoodle, coz Leo is about living the good life, bitches.” 

Virgo—“Please Please Me” 

What’s fair is forkin’ fair, mate! A exemplary blend of Virgo’s Mutable passive-aggressive sensitivity with its Elemental directness... half-critical, half-begging... plus the very sign-typical humblebragging. About their sexual prowess. Damn, Virgo. People forget how Earthy you really are sometimes. But here we are. In very Virgo fashion, instead of ditching the girl he’s decided to harangue her. On a more meta note, the Beatles were still studio virgins when they first began crafting this song, and it took several passes and incorporation of George Martin’s feedback before it became the bursting pop hit as we know it now. There’s that Virgo work ethic paying off.

Libra—“Strawberry Fields Forever”

The imagery of the title suggests an eternal harvest. But the star sign resemblance goes deeper than that: Always, no, sometimes think it’s me, but, you know, I know when it’s a dream. I think, er, no, I mean, er, yes, but it’s all wrong... that is, I think I disagree. Did you just hear your Libra roommate rambling after a joint, or did you listen to verse three of “Strawberry Fields”? Same difference. The song is absolutely lovely, as anything associated with the child of Venus should be, and innovative, as befits a Cardinal sign. Most of all, even in all of Libra Sun John’s weighing and weed-wandering, he knows one thing: he’s got to take someone else along with him. A companion, stat! 

Scorpio—“While My Guitar Gently Weeps”

George of the Scorpio moon and Scorpio ascendant had to really lean into this side of his nature to even get this damn track properly recorded. He resorted to the social power play of inviting Eric frickin’ Clapton into the tense post-India studio just to get Lennon, McCartney, and Martin to give his song proper Beatle recording magic. Which it deserved. The dark drama of the hard-won arrangement is the perfect Scorpio accompaniment to the moody, reflective lyrics about “all the love there that’s sleeping” in this weary world. There’s tender, horrified pity here for those who are stifled into inauthenticity: I don’t know how nobody told you how to unfold your love. I don’t know how someone controlled you; they bought and sold you... Bonus points for the Watery ‘just can’t even’-ness of not being able to so much as pick up a damn broom. 

Sagittarius—“Something” 

You’re asking me, will my love grow? I don’t know, I don’t know! A deeply instinctual lover knows that Cupid has done hit a bullseye. He remains emphatically ambivalent about the future, but he knows what he feels in this moment, and in that moment is romance and wonder that is as deep as the earth is from the heavens. Sags are intense, but of all the Fire signs they are most far-seeing and detached (due to their Mutable quality, which makes them see the world a bit more like an Air sign does). “Something” keeps trying to capture that je-ne-sais-quoi, and despite the speaker’s happiness he can’t help but circle back again and again to take another shot at that the mental target. A philosopher even when in love. Ultimately, however, he doesn’t want to leave her now... which for a restless Sag is already saying a ton.

Capricorn—“Revolution”

John let his unfashionable midheaven Capricorn off the leash with this blunt, pointed savaging of radical and violent revolutions. (Given the tanks on Tiananmen Square and the millions dead on the killing fields of Cambodia, I can’t say that his cautionary note about “destruction” and “minds that hate” was unnecessary.) Few things are more Capricorn than ‘Oh, you want my money? Yeah, first show me that you’ve done your fucking homework, mate.’ Bonus Earth points for the fact that he somehow worked sex—a lot of sex—into this political track. 

Aquarius—“Come Together”

John of the Aquarius moon’s decidedly loony attempt to write a political campaign song in order to stop Reagan. (The result was too weird for Timothy Leary, whose reaction was pretty much ‘wtf? I don’t think even I have enough residual acid in my system for this one... ’) John invokes the ideal of collaboration, but his call to solidarity is built around fantastical lyrics that no one can comprehend: He wear no shoeshine, he got/Toejam football, he got/Monkey finger, he shoot/Coca-Cola, he say/I know you, you know me... Oh, right. The lyrics contain exactly one discernible message: One thing I can tell you is you got to be free. How Aqua. Also in true collaborative Water-Bearer fashion, the arrangement really makes the song (special mention to the tight, tight work of the rhythm section). Bizarre genius that attracts a true team effort—it doesn’t get much more Aquarius than that.

Pisces— “I Want to Tell You”

The wall of sound builds up thickly enough that soon the words seem to be traveling through the sea to reach you: I want to tell you my head is filled with things to say... But when you’re here, all those words, they seem to slip away. A gorgeously, emotionally tongue-tied song... about being tongue-tied. Written by George, a Pisces Sun, this absolute mystery of a lyric is all emotion and no logic. If he seems to act unkind, it’s only him, it’s not his mind. Okay, Fishboy. Good thing the track is compellingly lovely and utterly relatable. Which suits the Pisces life exactly: ‘I don’t know what I mean, but it’s exceedingly beautiful and I want you to share it with you very, very much.’ 

#zodiac #beatles

[pfreadsandwrites]

Kakashi NSFW Alphabet

18+ CONTENT AHEAD - NO MINORS - ANY MINORS CAUGHT INTERACTING WITH THIS POST WILL BE BLOCKED

Okay, attempt 2 - That’ll teach me to try ever posting from the mobile app. This is a rewrite from scratch and I’m way too tired to reread and see if it makes sense or if there are typos, it’s probably not a good thing this is longer than the original though.

No one asked for this, no one at all, and I know everyone’s done these but hey, it’s Kinktober, and you can never have too many Kakashi headcanons, right? Right? Right. I hope you enjoy these!! Goes without saying that these’ll be smutty. It’s also about 6.4k words. There is some real filth ahead, very nsfw, seriously, the thirst is so real. (I hate myself), so, this is 18+ only!

Also, I'm tagging @allthingskakashi​ because she asked me to (i really hope these aren’t disappointing)

Side note: This is all written from the view of an established relationship. I can kinda remember most of what I said, so these will be still be very long despite being a rewrite from scratch. Apologies for any rambles and tangents I might go on, since I was rewriting this, my brain got weird and tired, but I wanna take you through my thoughts. I’m also very concerned about keeping things in character and not self-indulgent/self-projecting of what the writer’s personally into so I won’t be doing that here... You’ll see what I mean as I go on. But I still wanna make it hot so i’ll try lol. I’m new to writing but I’m even newer to writing dirty stuff so i’ll try my best. And with this post goes my dignity

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

Straight after sex is one of the rare times where Kakashi feels completely at ease and relaxed. He’s pensive, often quietly mulling over what you two have just been doing and trying to come to grips with it, his hands gently running through your hair or along your back. He’s probably at his most affectionate here too. Expect gentle, lazy caresses, little kisses here and there, soft, easy conversation. He might not always be the most talkative, but post-coitus is where you’ll most likely hear him say something earnest and romantic compared to other times. You’ve gotta understand, you’re a miracle, and you being in his arms is like heaven, but he can’t really believe it? But he’s also overwhelmed and tired to let it bother him too much, so he’s able to let his doubt and restraints go a little easier and just breathe. He feels safe, he feels at home and that’s a rare thing, so he’s really just happy to bask in the afterglow and the quietude of it all. It’s the safest, easiest thing in the world for the both of you.

If he’s been on the rougher side, he’ll definitely make sure you’re alright and be more gentle in comparison. and he’s generally more attentive than usual. He’s usually nice about cleaning you up, too, a gentleman lmao.

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

Kakashi quite likes his upper body, or his torso more generally. He’s lean and broad, but not in an overbearing or obvious way, and he really likes the reaction he gets when you actually do get to see him shirtless. He’s also a little sensitive on his back (and he doesn’t mind if you end up scratching it). But if you rub his shoulders or massage his back or chest, he’s putty in your hands.

When it comes to a partner? So the fandom seems to be consistent in thinking of Kakashi as an ass man, and I’m inclined to agree. He just loves to grab it, slap it, just look at it tbh or whatever, but even if you don’t think your ass is that great, there’s very high probability that he does anyway. But honestly I think he’d have a hard time picking a favourite part of your body.

Some other body parts he definitely loves that don’t get mentioned though: he just loves your waist and how it curves in and out into your hips. He’s mesmerised by it.

plz imagine Kakashi’s nice big hands running gently running along your waist while he thrusts into you deep and slow, your back arching and then they settle on your hips?

Also, he loooooves legs, how they feel wrapped around him, the soft thighs omg. When you wear stockings or heels or other things that accentuate them, ahajhfkaj have mercy on him. Also, wrists and ankles? They’re so pretty and delicate he’ll just grab them where he can. If you both are in some kinda position where he can, he’ll definitely give you lil ankle kisses. also wear an anklet to see him blush

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

So uh, I’m really doing this, huh?

Soooo hear me out. Kakashi’s diet is impeccable. I don’t take criticism here lmao, it’s been mentioned multiple times how much he hates deep fried stuff and sweets (yeah yeah he’s one of those weirdoes that enjoys healthy food most, Kakashi we get it) and he’s always feeding Naruto veggies (or trying to). My point? His cum would taste good, okay? Or at least, not strong or bad at all, very neutral if not good. (You have zero problems swallowing)

Also, he cums a pretty good amount. He tends to try and hold back his orgasm so when he does come it does build up. Coming inside you is his favourite, just the intimacy of it, of filling you like that.

But…. he’s pretty ashamed of it at first, but he does love coming on his partner. Whether it’s on your face (ughhhh when you lick up some of his cum around your mouth after a blowjob), or your breasts, or your back, or wherever tbh. He doesn’t know whether it’s the visuals, the eroticism of it or even a territorial aspect? He doesn’t wanna ponder it too much it’s just hot okay.

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

So this one was hard… because, unpopular opinion, I don't see him as into anything too crazy or depraved?

But here’s what I came up with: he’s totally fucked in the Hokage’s office. It’s only a dirty secret because of how improper that is, how inappropriate it is that the man in charge of the whole village is having sex in the very epicentre of where he’s supposed to be doing that, when other Hokage have been in that room before him… but it’s also why he’s into it.

Also, he’ll die before he ever admits to you exactly how many times he’s jerked off to the thought of you. And after you got together into a pair of your panties when you were away and he missed you too much

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

Short version: Kakashi’s not as experienced as you might think, but this doesn’t translate into lack of skill in any way.

The long version: Ahhh so I go back on forth on this but I’ma attempt to think this through here. Okay, so, fandom has generally two sides when it comes to Kakashi and this topic. He’s either the completely suave, smooth ladies’ man who has all the one night stands or on account of his issues he’s a passive, stuttering virgin who’s constantly flustered.

Neither of these are that accurate. So I do get ladies man Kakashi to a point. It comes from the fact that he is quite smooth? And women do seem to like him quite easily in the series. And Kakashi definitely has the capacity to be a charmer, and is quite good at flirting when his job requires it or it’s a stranger etc. He’s good at reading people and winning them over. This is more complicated when he’s faced with someone he’s attracted to, or that has the potential to mean something to him. He still might be charming, but he’s very good at using this to keep you further from him, so you can’t really get to know him or get close to him so it’s not quite the same. It’s his way of controlling the distance between you.

Now, when it comes to experience, I don’t think Kakashi’s incapable of using casual sex as some kind of a coping mechanism (it’s not the healthiest), but if he was going to do this, it’d be during the latter part of his ANBU years. I can see him having sex as just a means to forget and remember he’s alive, and quell an urge, with basically faceless partners, or maybe complete strangers on missions. This does make him feel even lonelier after a while though, and it’s not really what he wants. Eventually having sex with women he’ll never see again serves to make him more miserable, and I think by the time we see him at the beginning of the series he doesn’t really do this anymore. So I wouldn’t say he’s completely inexperienced sexually at least, though he definitely is romantically.

Generally after that, Kakashi’s gonna reserve sex for someone who he has a deep emotional and physical connection with, but God forbid he ever calls it what it is - a relationship. Basically, if he’s sleeping with you, he pretty much loves you whether he knows it or not. And if he’s comparing that to his past experiences, he really feels the difference and cherishes it all the more (but it still scares him and he won’t admit it to himself.

So here’s how I see it. There’s always been a sexual chemistry between him and you, and a physical and romantic attraction. But of course Kakashi is Kakashi so he does absolutely nothing about it and doesn’t want to let you do anything about it. Still, you’re surprisingly persistent, and you do become close to each other in a friendly capacity, in whatever way Kakashi’s able to participate in that. Eventually, ( I haven’t thought this through quite yet) you do end up fucking and Kakashi tries to convince himself that he can just do that, that he can keep up having great sex with a great friend and that you don’t mean the world to him. You try to do the same, for his benefit, but you’re in deep and neither of you can’t deny there’s a bond and your connection is so strong that you’re basically in a relationship - and you kinda are by the time you start having sex - but he doesn’t really have the balls to actually call it that till after the 4th shinobi war. (I have some thoughts about how the war impacted Kakashi’s psychology but it’s generally then when he’ll genuinely feel comfortable enough to fully commit himself to you and see a future for himself, which he’s never really had before, and a future with you to boot).

To bring it back to this (I’m sorry what a fucking tangent), Kakashi’s maybe not had sex with a large amount of women, but he’s a quick learner and has natural skill. He also learns your body and what you like quickly. So whilst he’s not as experienced as he seems, he’s definitely more skilled than he has any right to be.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

When it comes to positions there’s very little he wouldn’t enjoy tbh. He does have an affinity for positions like doggy style, just the visuals and the power it gives him. It’s easy for him to get a bit carried away though, but that’s his go to when he’s feeling rougher.

When it’s more romantic and slow and sensual, he also loves variations of missionary, because he loves the intimacy of the eye contact, and how your body is so close he can hear your heartbeat but his absolute favourite positions are missionary variations where your legs are on his shoulders, or where he’s spreading your thighs as perpendicular as possible and really testing your flexibility are probably his favourite cuz legs, and he can go even deeper and get an amazing angle.

But he definitely likes it when you ride him too, whether you’re facing him or away, it just feels too good when you’re bouncing on him like that. Also it’s nice to relax a bit and not have to do more of the work… plz take care of him from time to time…

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

He definitely has the capacity to be a fucking dork, as we know, and this has the potential to translate to his sex life. It’s a sign of complete ease if he can laugh and joke with you during, and he loves to have fun and play around with you, but at the same time, he does prefer to be serious most of the time. This means a lot to him and he’ll make sure you know that. He’s also gonna get a bit exasperated if you don’t seem to be taking it as seriously as him, or if you’re too into jokes and giggles for his liking that day. Probably will try and shut you up one way or another.

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

(Ughh okay so the idea of Kakashi with a silver happy trail leading to a messy shockwave of hair down there really does things to me okay, I’m sorry, I’ll see myself out)

Okay so… Have you seen how Kakashi manages his hair? Spoiler alert: he doesn’t. I don’t even know if this man owns a hairbrush. So I can definitely see him not being assed about shaving his bush. It’s probably kind of wild, or at the very least more on the unkempt side.

But then again he’s assed enough to keep his face clean shaven so he can wear his mask, so maybe he does, like I do head canon that he’s a very clean person and he probably feels like it is a *bit* cleaner that way but I’m leaning towards nah he just leaves it alone, but will trim it from time to time when it gets too wild or if it bothers you. I do think he probably has slightly more body hair than you’d expect tbh, but his hair is so light especially against his complexion so it’s not really noticeable. Oh and obviously, the carpet matches the drapes. (Idk why this made me imagine Kakashi with a ginger bush..  LMAO there’s a thought)

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

It does depend on the mood between you, what kinda day he’s had, what position you’re in etc but he places a lot of value on sex in your relationship, for the intimacy and emotional bonding, not just the physical pleasure. So there are a lot of times where he’d be super intimate. Kakashi’s a man who chooses his words and actions very carefully in normal life and during sex he allows himself to let all that go. His actions really convey the depth of what you mean to him, what being with you like this means to him. He’ll hold you close to him, running his hands all over your body just to feel you everywhere, kiss you everywhere you can whilst he moves, bury his face into your neck, breathe you in - he just is very overwhelmed by this and there are times during your most intimate moments where he’s so in awe and so happy that he could die right there.

That being said, if he’s fucking you over his desk in the hokage’s office and it’s rough and fast, it’s a little harder to feel the intimacy and the romantic connection. Still, it is underlying every moment between you too. You’re the only ones that see these sides of each other, and make each other feel that way, and he really values that. He’ll still make it feel tender somehow and not just mindless fucking (no matter how blank he makes your head feel)

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I don’t see him as being a particularly frequent masturbator tbh. He strikes me as disciplined and he can probably go a while without it, especially if he’s busy, but more than just that, he kinda sees it as an inconvenience he just has to do sometimes? To blow off some steam, or when he’s not had sex in a while or something got his mind racing and it’s a distraction because he literally can’t think about anything else. He’ll probably use his books, but he prefers to use his imagination tbh, though the books can start as a seed for that.

He also doesn’t like having to put too much effort into jerking himself off? He doesn’t like to overcomplicate things when it comes to his sex life, and especially when it’s just jacking off.

He just kinda wants to get it done so he can move on to something more productive or fall asleep or something. So he’s just happy to pump himself off until he gets there.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Okay here’s where I’m gonna lose some of you.

Kakashi’s just not that kinky. Or maybe not kinky by tumblr/fic standards. Like I said in the previous head canon, he just does not see the appeal of making his sex life more complicated than it needs to be and his kinks aren’t gonna be too crazy. He just wants to feel good with you and he’s not that difficult to get going. With that in mind, here are some things he likes:

Spanking ;)

Teasing

Face-fucking

Dirty Talk (to a point, anything too stupid sounding or too dirty might make him laugh or take him out of it…)

clothed sex (where you are so horny for each other you can’t even wait to get undressed properly)

semi-public sex (he would hate the idea of actually being seen but the idea of *almost* being caught is kinda hot to him, not that he’ll ever let that happen if he can help it),

body worship (is that a kink)

LIGHT dom (I’ll mention it more later but he’s not too extreme into this stuff, but if you call him Hokage-sama or captain he might get a little too into it… not that that’s bad) I heard someone call him general during the war arc and that shit SENT me

he maaaay do a a threesome with shadow clones (either two of his if you want that, but two of you seem kinda hot… that being said, this might delve into that ‘making things too complicated’ so Idk, this might just be hot to me cuz I would like two Kakashis to rail me and I do think he’d enjoy it if two of you focused on him),

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bed is fine but that’s really what he associates with either morning sex, or romantic, intimate lovemaking type stuff. When it’s more raunchy and playful, he really likes bending you over stuff tbh, his desk, kitchen counter etc most surfaces work well. He likes the shower too. Also, one time you both were just so hot for each other and didn’t make it to the bed and went at it on the hard floor and it was so wild and rough.

But he really loves fucking you up against walls, doors, mirrors, etc, Wall is his favourite, it’s just so intense and he gets animalistic and yeah it’s so good.

WAIT, how did I forget, sex in front of the mirror?! This is something he enjoys more with a more flustered or shy s/o who’s not used to looking at themselves. I have been thinking about writing something for this

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

Kakashi’s more on the traditional side in terms of what he likes but it’s really not that hard to turn him on. He loooooveeees when you wear lingerie for him, anything pretty and lacy but also stockings and all that. But then there’s something about when it’s simplistic too, like when you’re just wearing his shirt and nothing else? That’ll get him going too. But yeah, plz surprise him with a sexy outfit when he comes home from a long day of work and he’ll love you 5ever.

I dunno why I’ve always thought this, but I also think he’s turned on by subtle, understated signs of femininity? It’s just such a contrast to what he’s used to and he really appreciates it and is just mesmerised by you tbh. It’s things that are natural, the way when you sit down your hips get that crease where they meet your thighs, you might sometimes look down when you smile softly, the way you walk, pretty hair. If you have a really classical, elegant/sophisticated kind of style he loves that. Kinda hard to explain what I mean with that but like, say a dress or skirt that shows off your curves but isn’t too revealing? It really gets his mind racing. That make sense? (No worries if that’s not your style either, like I say, it’s not that hard to turn him on) But I also think he kinda likes when you wear jewellery? Like nothing too ostentatious but if you’re naked beneath him and the only thing you’re wearing is a necklace or some fancy earrings he just thinks you look so beautiful.

He also likes the comfortable, gentle teasing and flirting in the conversations you have, the jovial aspect to them, the connotations they carry. You could say one comment and not mean a whole lot by it and it might get his mind racing. He’ll think about you all day.

I mentioned before but offering to massage his back/chest/shoulders is his favourite, and if you kiss his jawline or neck even innocently it might not be innocent for very long ;) just when you’re generally affectionate and gentle with him.

He’d definitely enjoy it if you were confident, but I also feel like he’d like a shyer s/o too? If you were a little easier to fluster than he is, he finds it much easier to be confident and make you feel that much better ;) he likes making you blush.

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

Okay, here’s where I’m definitely gonna lose some of you. But hang with me.

Short version: He doesn’t really like BDSM, be nice to him and let him be

Long version (I’m sorry guys):

By the time Kakashi’s in a loving relationship with you, he’s shown you his vulnerability and he trusts you, and he’s happy to try things within reason, but he has boundaries. And he expects you to respect them, just like he respects yours. You’re gonna frustrate him and make him close off if you’re wanting to push him to try new stuff or go out of his comfort zone. He can be set in his ways. If he doesn’t want to, he doesn’t want to. So if that’s not cool for you, that’s a turn-off.

He’s not into role-reversal. This is a tricky one to explain (and I’d explained it better in my first version of this that got lost to the void but alas this is where my memory is getting hazy), but though he’s a man with a lot of power and responsibility and control, these things aren’t necessarily things he’s insecure about or that come unnaturally to him. They’re not a persona or things he’s necessarily putting a lot of effort into being. He just is. He’s self-aware of his own abilities and strengths and he’s very a-matter-of-fact about them. I guess what I’m saying is, the more masculine attributes of his personality and demeanour that make some people say he’s DaddyAF and others say he’s probably not like that sexually, are just who he is naturally. He’s not putting effort into being these things and does not see the appeal of working to reverse this in the bedroom, or better yet, doesn’t really understand it. It’s way more effort for him to do that than it is for him to just be who he is. I could go way more into the psychology of this but this thing is long enough already but part of that accepting him for who he is is just letting him be. I’m saying he’s in no way a sub, basically.

But he’s not a huge dom, either. He’s actually really not into anything hardcore when it comes to dom/sub or bdsm stuff like at all. Like he’s not gonna be your daddy or your master or anything like that. He really values ease above all else and is happy to just enjoy the two of you and your body without adding extra layers of extreme power dynamics and kinks on top of it. He’s happy to be more on the authoritative side, which is why I say light dom, and it’s more natural for him to take the lead, but he’s not thinking about it too hard. I also don’t think he’d be averse to some mild power play - in that mean he likes it when you get a little cheeky, tease him, you can make fun of him, there’s a bit of cat and mouse between you, but if you’re too much into control or power that actually might bring out his rougher dominant side a bit more than normal. Don’t get me wrong, he’s not incapable of lying back and letting you do your thing.

…But he is still a bit of a control freak at heart and he doesn’t want to feel like something could go wrong, so if you make him feel like he can’t do anything about the situation or having no control at all is likely gonna be a bad experience for him.The other thing is that Kakashi doesn’t feel like he’s had control over his life where it counts, and he still feels pretty shitty about himself a lot. He’s not gonna wanna relinquish all control during his sex life, no matter how much he trusts you. He’d hate feeling completely passive, and if you humiliate him you’re just gonna make him feel shitty. He doesn’t wanna humiliate you either. So what I’m saying is, he’s just not into femdom or extreme male sub stuff or anything like that, sorry not sorry. He’s felt shitty enough in his life for you to turn it into a kink. He’s a pretty chill guy, but he still has his comfort zone, and he trusts you enough to be vulnerable, don’t take advantage of that. Be kind to Kakashi Hatake 2020.

With everything I’ve said so far, he’s never gonna let you peg him. It’s not something that really appeals to him visually or psychologically, plus any kind of receiving anal stimulation is just not really his thing. Leave Kakashi Hatake’s asshole alone 2020. Also, he doesn’t like the plastic/artificialness of toys in general, he’d much rather genuine skin on skin contact and feeling your body and you his, and just yeah you having to use toys on him will turn him off or seeing you in a way, that’s you know, not you, with an artificial appendage is just, a big no for him. Probably has the exact opposite effect you’d want. 

He’d also never wanna hurt you, or be into you hurting him. If it doesn’t trigger his PTSD or his tendency to self-loathe like all the other things I mentioned, he’s been getting hurt his whole life so he’s likely not gonna enjoy this in the bedroom, it’s either banal to him or a complete turn-off at the least. He’s self-aware enough to know it’s not gonna be the healthiest thing for him to sexualise it. He’s also hurt too many people to do something that could potentially hurt you, so no weapons, ninja techniques, things like that. I don’t think he’d even be into choking you. He just wants to relax, and enjoy himself and being with you in a way where he can feel safe, but not passive, and he loves having a partner that can allow him to do that.

So a partner being too dominant to the point of making him feel shitty and weak would be a turn-off, or just generally one that’s impatient or unkind. You’ll need to be empathetic and warm to get anywhere with him anyway, or at least you’ll struggle otherwise. Also, he wouldn’t ever want a threesome. It’s taken so much out of him to build up trust and intimacy between you, he’s sure that introducing another person, even if it’s only a one time thing, would ruin it. He also doesn’t want anyone other than you to see him in that way, or vice versa.

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

So I don’t know why but I feel like Kakashi sees eating you out as such a special, intimate act? It’s a big deal, and this is something he probably wouldn’t do with someone he doesn’t have a strong connection to, or not as much. But when he does love you, your responses and the whole act are just mesmerising to him. Maybe it’s how vulnerable delicate you seem, how your moans are more gentle and delicate compared to when he’s fucking you, how he’s up and close against your most private parts, how he’s the only one that sees you like this… It really gets him going tbh, but it also takes a lot out of him? It just ends up meaning more to him than a blowjob might mean to you. So he might actually end up receiving more than he gives, despite the fact that he enjoys it and is very good at it. I don’t mind I’ll suck his dick 25/8

Like most men, he’ll be putty in your hands if you give him a good blowjob. It’s one of those things that never cease to amaze him or drive him crazy, no matter how many times you’ve done it, the sight of you on your knees, sucking him down. He’ll feel guilty but he face-fucks you sometimes, and it feels amazing, but he honestly might let himself get carried away. So he’ll sometimes grab your hair or clench his fist instead, otherwise he’ll just try to gently guide your ahead along sometimes. His moans during blowjobs are also damn hot as well. Like guttural groans and moans, he’s louder than normal.

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

Depends with Kakashi! Whether it’s a quickie, the position, where you’re doing it. He has a penchant for slow and sensual though. He wants to savour you, the sensation, the moment, the sights, everything. He really wants to bask in the intimacy of what’s going on and go as deep as he can and take his time. He likes taking it easy.

But there’s always gonna be moments where he can be pretty damn animalistic and rough and he’s pretty good with that too. Though, where he has the time to do so, he likes to build up to it? Occasionally he’ll be too pent up/frustrated or too short on time to really do it but like if time and space allows he doesn’t wanna start ramming into you like right away, he wants you to adjust, and will slowly fuck you until you’re really want it as crazily as he does.

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

He likes a good quickie, or rather, they’re his only option sometimes. He’s a busy guy who can’t always plan his schedule, and this goes tenfold when he becomes Hokage. So whilst his favourite will also be something longer where he can take his time and enjoy your body, you’re gonna have to accept that there will be periods where all you’ll get is quickies in his office, or in the morning before he has to leave.

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

So despite all that stuff I listed about all the things he won’t do, he’s willing to try a lot of stuff with you. He does enjoy experimenting and he thinks it’s fun and brings you guys closer together, but within reason. He doesn’t wanna do anything too complicated or too strange by his standards, but he’ll be up for new locations, new positions, and he is risky in the sense that he won’t mind doing some stuff in public, or semi-public at least.

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

So it’s definitely better when he doesn’t have his sharingan constantly sapping his energy anymore, but not to the point that you really noticed there being a problem before. He just puts a lot of effort and concentration into not cumming before you, and he’s pretty good at that. Depending on how pent up he is, he can last a decent amount of time. But if he has lasted quite a long time, when he finally does cum, he might not be in the mood to go again.

I see him going for like, one short round and one long one. Or if it’s shorter his recovery time’s pretty decent. But if you get ever happen to get three or more rounds of him in one go you should definitely praise him or take care of him cuz that’s pretty difficult and his dick might be broken for the next few days.

The only time his ability to hold back his orgasm goes to shit is when you’re having his way with him by riding him or sucking him off. You’re just too good have mercy on him But he’s better able to control that stuff and slow down and take breaks when he needs to when he’s the one leading things.

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

Nah, this harkens back to the whole thing about him not wanting to overcomplicate things and just have fun without thinking too much. He can’t be assed with toys and won’t use them on himself. I also mentioned earlier that he doesn’t like the fakeness/artificiality of toys, just the gimmicky-ness of it, the plastics... Nah. He wants to feel something real. Besides it’s canon how crazy this man’s physical skill is, his hands, his fingers… He’s completely satisfied with just his hands. And you are too

If it means a lot to you, he can use toys on you. But let’s be honest I really don’t think you’ll feel the need.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Kakashi is a little shit, we all know this. He loves to tease and edge, and he just loves seeing how frustrated you get, your scolding, knowing that you still can’t make him do anything he doesn’t want to do, your annoyed little whines and huffs… But he always more than makes up for it later.

He is so bad at receiving teasing though, he cannot withstand as much as you can, which is lame, considering how much he can put you through.

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

He’s not that loud, though there are times he can be. When he’s getting close to cumming, when he finally does are probably his loudest. But generally, his noises are so so nice. He makes soft little grunts and pants mostly, but he’ll growl and groan, whisper your name.. But sometimes you can get a semi-loud moan out of hiim and omg it’s so so hot.

He’s a little louder when he’s tired, or first thing in the morning? He’s more sensitive. When he’s not having to concentrate so much or think too much about what’s going on, he’ll get a little louder. He’s also louder when you’re riding him than in other positions.

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

You know what I’ve gone in so deep with this head canons that I can’t think of a random one and I can’t remember what I wrote yesterday.

So Kakashi really appreciates just physical contact with you, wherever it might be. It doesn’t necessarily need to be sexual either but it makes him feel at ease. I said this already too, but Kakashi loves the comfort of just being vanilla. Nothing special, nothing elaborate, no gimmicks, just him on top of you, with your legs around his hips, as he drives into you. It’s literally just you and him in the world and that’s all there needs to be and nothing’s ever felt more right than that.  

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

It’s canon Kakashi is big need I say more. Okay I’ll say more. So it’s pretty long and thick. It’s not like monster huge but he’ll definitely take some adjusting. Probs uncut, and the same girth all the way down. Also kinda veiny, there’s some big ones on the underside. You’ll definitely feel him throb inside you.  But his body is nice too, but we been knowing that. He’s lean, and muscular, but in an understated way. He also has really nice legs? Like his thighs are good. The only time I saw his legs was in ep 101 of og Naruto but I was very pleased tbh. Like they’re well-trained but not crazy muscular like those men who work out a lot get… do you know what I mean? The round calves and stuff? He doesn’t have that. He also has a very nice ass. Gets flustered if you stare at it or slap it. Please do though his reaction is so cute.

Anyways, back to his dick, the colour is slightly darker than the rest of his body and the tip a tad darker than that. I remember seeing a picture on twitter and omg I couldn’t like it cuz I need some semblance of keeping my twitter professional but omg I saved the link, this is it though, the artist gets him perfectly.

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

It’s high but nothing ridiculous. He’s controlled enough where he can go a while without it, but this is harder once he has a partner.

Once you guys have settled into each other and grown comfortable, he’s probably up for it 3-4 times a week, but depends on you and both of your schedules too. Sometimes it’s more, sometimes less.  But he’s a busy guy and has tons of things going on so as much as he’d like to, he can’t think about having sex extremely frequently. He’s also gonna have periods where he physically can’t see you that much, so the times you do see each other might be spent having sex so it might feel like it’s crazy high, but it’s more that he’s making up for lost time.

As he gets older his sex drive does decrease slightly, but not by much tbh. He’s very adaptable to your needs too. If you wanna fuck a lot that’s all great but if it’s like twice a day every day then calm down dang you might need to satisfy yourself. But if yours is a lot lower than is, he might struggle, but eh, he can manage.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sex definitely depletes him and makes it easy to sleep, but he’ll normally wait for you to fall asleep. It’s a control thing and a protective thing, but he just feels a lot better about sleeping once you’re already there dozing off in his arms, and after sex is one of the rare times where he feels relaxed enough and his mind is empty enough where he can get a good night’s rest without any issues.  

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[unloved-cadillac]

omg thank you so much caddy ! i really loved ( the hc for levi a quiet and shy cadet s/o who looks like an angel) thank you !, your writing are just amazing, i would like the same hc as levi but for akutagawa (bsd) she works with the ada, plz if you dont mind sayonara ! ✨ 🖤🖤

C/n: ah hello again, lovely anon. I’m glad that you enjoyed it💞 Thank you so much. I really appreciate the compliment. YAY you’re my first request for Bungou Stray Dogs! I hope that you enjoy it🤍

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HCs on Akutagawa with a shy, Russian s/o.

The first time Akutagawa saw you was when he and Chuuya encountered Atsushi at a meeting. And man was he whipped.

He actually had a coughing fit when he saw you. You were so...perfect. Your pale skin and blonde hair.

Your hair covered most of your face, so he couldn’t see most of your face.

“Aah, jinko. Fancy seeing you here. And who’s this?”, Chuuya asks Atsushi.

“Oh. This is Y/n L/n. She’s new to the ADA and Fukazawa-sensei wanted me to bring her to the meeting so she could understand what we do.” Atsushi says. Akutagawa just stares at you.

After the meeting concluded, Akutagawa watches you leave. Chuuya picks up on his staring and puts his arm around his kohai’s shoulders.

“Looks like little Akutagawa has a crush on someone.” Chuuya says which made Aku cough. Again.

“No. I don’t.”

Yeah he did. So when the ADA and the Mafia crossed paths again, it wasn’t friendly. Everyone started fighting. Atsushi told you to stay back since he didn’t want you to get hurt.

Dazai fought Chuuya. And Akutagawa fought Atsushi. But Rashomon was winning.

Acting fast, you activated you special ability. You leaned down and touch the ground with you fingertips.

“Belaya Roza*”

All of a sudden, a bright, white light flashed and Rashoman flew back to Akutagawa and White Roses spurted from the ground. Everyone stopped fighting. Just turned at looked at you.

“Ahh, Y/n-Chan, well done.”, Dazai says. “I was too lazy to step in.” Akutagawa stops and looks at the ground. He bends down and picks a rose. Beautiful.

He looks up to see you. You look back at him and blush. Akutagawa walks up to you.

“What language was that?”, he asks you. You move your hair out of your eyes to look at him.

“Russian.”, you say with the cutest Russian accent he has ever heard. And for the first time, Akutagawa smiles. Atsushi in the back like wtffffff

“Your eyes are just as beautiful as you. See you around, white rose.”, he says putting the rose in your hair.

Yeah, you would definitely be seeing him around.

After the both of you became official, Chuuya was your number one shipper. He always teases Akutagawa about you.

“So, Y/n must’ve casted quite a spell on you since you hardly smile and hate everyone, huh?” Akutagawa just scoffs.

The Mafia and ADA loved you two together even though they hated each other.

Many joked around and called you two “The Night and Day” couple. You being white and bright like the daytime and him being dark and mysterious like the night.

He loved you. More than anything. Whenever the ADA and Mafia crossed paths for fighting reasons he would pull you away and stay with you.

No one harms his Rose.

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“(Belaya Roza*): white rose in Russian🤍 so Akutagawa really hit a luck in calling Y/n that. Akutagawa is baby.”

🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

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[jae-daddy]

THE BLESSED

jaebum and jinyoung au   fantasy!au royalty!au 

your blessed highness played by park jinyoung

pair: jinyoung x jaebum x reader genre: fantasy, royalty, romance, mature a/n:  I haven’t posted anything in a while and this isn’t duff or red rose lol, but I thought why not just share it with y’all. its like a super duper loosely not thought out at all, like I was bored so wrote this kinda of story. it was like the first chapter of a book I would like to write, but I think my writing isn’t on that level yet, but -- okay - alright. hope y’all enjoy it. not edited.<3

ps: the Blessed is played by Park Jinyoung! Blessed is bless-sed the whole story, not blessed <3 don't steal this plz, y’all.

A small yellow butterfly appeared in front of you. You got ready to flinch and step away in fear, but you weren’t scared. It felt as if it was looking at you, and suddenly you could see it’s eyes.

It blinked at you, flying in closer, making you crossed eyed before flying back away from you. It flew a few steps away and stopped, turning back, almost telling you to follow. 

You walked in its direction and it continued, going slow at first and then slowly speeding up. You chased after it, feeling a bubble of laughter leave your chest as you asked it slow down. It teased for a few more seconds, before slowing down and then coming to a stop completely. 

You watched its beautiful golden wings flutter, staying a float in the winter wind. It looked out of place with all the snow blanketing the mountains behind. You took in the scene, the haunted looking house further up the path of the fence in front of you. The melting wooden fence wasn’t a good deterrence to keep out anyone or anything, but the falling apart house matched the aesthetic and gave a clear warning not to enter. 

“Why here?” You softly asked the butterfly. It kept fluttering, keeping afloat. It’s big eyes watching you expectantly. 

And then you heard it. 

And you remembered you had been here before. 

The scream tore through the silence, once again.

It was familiar. 

And then again. 

The voice cut through your skin, crawling into your flesh. You began walking towards it; past the rotting fence and towards the cement stairs of the ageing house. 

Your hand reached out, about to push the hanging door open, when it all disappeared.

It was all dark, there was nothing. 

And then a voice; his voice. 

“Y/n.” It whispered. 

You breathed a name you didn’t know as you searched for him in the chocking darkness.

“Jaebum.” 

You woke up to the sound of your aunt screaming downstairs. Your night dress clinging to your body, as your skin glistened with sweat. 

You closed your eyes, sighing as you sunk back into your bed. 

It was an odd dream to have. You knew that, but you couldn’t really tell anyone about it. You had tried telling your little sister once, and she looked at you as if you were mad. 

She found having dreams in itself strange. She said she only dreamed sometimes, and they were simple. Dreams about her in a meadow, reading. Dreams about her missing the latest ribbon price-downs at Diana’s. Dreams that reflected her normal every day life. 

Nothing of this sort; nothing strange or horrible like hearing a strange man’s screams of agony. 

Never nothing out of the ordinary, just normal every day dreams. 

But you, you had the strange dream again.

Once again, you were back at that little old building. The wood damp, rotting, almost falling apart. The snow covering it and the land around it as far as your eyes could see. And that strange little butterfly. 

But this time you found something new. You had gotten something new, a name. 

You opened your eyes, staring at the planks of wood. Your eyes tracing the vines of flowers your sister had painted on to them. The purple, pink and yellow blooming delicately across the slanting ceiling. Your lips pursed as a nervous feeling pricked your heart. 

“Wake up and help me, will ya?” Your aunt’s loud voice shouted through the floor beneath you. You closed your eyes once again, but this time in frustration.

You had just woken up and she had already started. “Your mother, Mother bless her soul, if she had been alive she would be disappointed to see such a lazy bird as her dingy. I’ll tell ya that, y/n.” 

You groaned as you sat up in your bed. You stared blankly at the wall as you wrapped your hair into a bun before securing it with a clip. You walked towards the bath, contemplating if you should clean yourself now or after doing your chores. 

“The pigs are changing colour from living in all that filth, girl,” your aunty spoke loudly. You sighed, turning around and walking towards your bed. You picked the dress from last night, putting it on before walking to the basin. 

You watched yourself in the mirror as you brushed your teeth with the herbal paste your little sister had whipped up. You weren’t really looking at yourself though. You were watching your eyes instead, and then trying to see any difference between the girl in the mirror and yourself. 

Lilith, your little sister, always called you mad, “If anyone knew you as well as I do sis, you’d be burned on a stake yesterday.” 

You spat out the paste, rinsed your mouth and looked at yourself once again. 

You bit your lip as you saw your eyes glisten with curiosity. 

It was foreign, for sure. No one in this town had that name, no one’s name was even close to sounding like it. 

You froze, your chest heaving as a new sort of excitement rushed through you. You held your gaze, a terrified feeling in your gut, but a smile on your lips as you tasted the name on your tongue, “Jaebum.” 

You gasped. 

You gasped at how that simple word made you feel. You felt a sadness rip through your heart and tears come to your eyes. You felt a sort of mourning ripple through you from that name. Your tongue savouring the taste of it as if it missed saying it already. 

“Jaebum,” you breathed once again. A tear fell from your eye, but you were smiling so brightly you were sure if someone were to see you’d be taken to the Giver this instant. But you couldn't find it in yourself to worry about that, not when such happiness and sadness sore through your body at once. 

You bit your lip, scared to say it again. You wiped the tear from your chin, as you stared at yourself. It didn’t look like you. 

The girl in the mirror didn’t look you. You leaned in, so did she. Her actions matching yours, but it wasn’t you. Your burrows furrowed together, your face less than an inch away from the reflection. 

“Keep on admiring ya’self all day then doll,” your aunt walked in, banging the door open as she stood outside your room. She was a fierce thing for a woman her size. Even when you towered well over her, she still intimidated you as she stood there with her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face, “Don’t ya worry. Ya little sis and I will get it all done and sorted. You rest and spend the day in front of the mirror.”

“Aunt,” you sighed, already tired. You walked towards her, your shoulders tightening as you rolled your eyes. “I was just getting ready-”

“Oh, don’t have me disturbing ya then,” she cut you off, as she began walking away. “I’ll just do everything. What is the point of having young children in this house when they can be of no help. I’m better of living alone, at least then I only work and feed myself.” 

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t help,” you groaned loudly. You knew she could hear you by the scoff that left her, before she mumbled something about the changing the water for the pigs. “I’ll do it. I’m coming.”

You were almost out the door when you turned one last time. 

She was standing there, looking back at you too; the girl in the mirror. 

“Did you hear?” Lilith walked into the barn as you shovelled a heap of pig waste into the wheelbarrow. You were cursing yourself for wearing yesterday’s dress. A pant and shirt would’ve been much suited, especially in this heat. 

You rose an eyebrow at your little sister in question. She shrugged with a knowing smile as she sat on the wooden frame of the fence surrounding the pen. 

You tried not to think about how much she looked like your mother, but failed once again. You didn’t have many memories of her, she passed away when you were three, during Lilith’s birth. But the lack of memory was made up by the photos and paintings your aunt had saved off her. 

She would never let you forget your mother. 

There was a photo of your mother in your aunt’s treasured box. You were reminded of it suddenly as you saw your sister perched on the ledge, smiling at you secretively. She looked just like her in the moment, only a few years younger. 

“Oh, come on. Spit it out already Lily, or else the suspense will kill me before the heat does.” You groaned as you lifted another heap into the wheelbarrow, but the pile was not lessening a bit. “This stupid dress is suffocating me, and seems like all these pigs do is just shit all day.” 

“That is all they do,” she replied mocking. Her dimples deepened as you shot her an annoyed look. 

“If you’re just here to be a nuisance, leave. I’m already upset enough.” 

“Always such a lemon,” she clicked her tongue, before she let out a dreamy sigh. “Lucas just told me the Hallow has a new master.” 

You looked up at her, with raised brows. “Is Lucas a trusted informant?” 

“He is if his father is helping with the opening ball next Sunday,” she smiled back. 

“O’Mother, has aunt got wind of this?” You bit your lip praying she hadn’t. Your aunt, like every other older women who has nothing better to do is determined to have you married and settled. 

Just then, your heard the hooves of the carriage splatter against the muddy path. Your aunt smiled almost viciously as she spotted you, “Off to steal ya the most divine suit, y/n.” 

Before you could complain, she was off. 

You gave your sister a tired look, which she returned with a humoured smile. 

“She’s only looking out for ya,” she told you, taking the flower from her book and putting it behind her ear. 

You wanted to ask her if that was from Lucas but you stopped yourself, and instead sighed, “I don’t need looking out for. I don’t need to get married. I just need to be left alone.”

“You can’t be alone forever.”

“I won't,” you pouted as you looked at her, “I'll always have ya.”

“I’ll go away and do my own thing one day.” 

“Will you get married?”

“I plan to.”

“Have child?”

“Hopefully.”

“Perfect, I’ll be their Governess and Aunt.” You gave her a smug smile. 

“I would have to decline, sis,” she chuckled, shaking her head. “I want children not animals.”

“Ya!” 

Lilith only laughed, and you rolled your eyes before you got back to shovelling. 

“So the Giver finally found someone?” She said after a moment, her voice quiet. You peeked up at her, your face falling from the serious look on her face. 

“I’m afraid so,” you gave a joyless smile before continuing, “but it’s got nothing to do with us, Lily. We’re normal people, just keep ya head down and we’ll be fine.” 

“Lucas told me Maem also got a Blessed and now they have nothing to eat, and their winters are colder than the Cave,” Lilith insisted, her voice filled with conviction. You kept your eyes low as you empty one more load. 

You had heard of the rumours too. But you knew they were true. 

You had seen members of the Maem Court in the market over the past few months. Each of them looked tattered as if they had gone through hell. It was a knowledge passed down through centuries; the pain, poverty and torment that came with a Blessed. 

“This is all because of that damned Zein,” Lilith spat with anger that looked displaced on a girl like her. “If only she didn’t push for Vennesse to be registered.” 

“It’s Nightfall now, Lil,” you reminded her, softly. 

“Precisely!” She exclaimed, getting up from the bench and marching along the soil. “What sort of a horrendous name is that? It makes us all sound like them.” 

“Just ignore it, Lilith.” You sighed, putting down the tool and reaching for her. “We don’t need to get caught up in this. All that has nothing to do with you, or me, or us. We don’t need to do anything.” 

She pouted about to fight back, but you placed a gentle hand on her cheeks. 

You saw the embers of the fire inside those bright eyes, and it scared you.

It frightened you. 

You sent a silent prayer to the Mother and wished those embers blew out before they got any brighter. You gave her a smile, your eyes desperate, ���We are okay like this. This is all we need to survive.” 

“I’m afraid I cannot simply survive if the world outside is burning into the ground,” her gaze held strong as she looked at you. 

“Lilith,” was all you could breath as you hugged her tight. 

You looked up at the sky, where the powerful beings used to live. You tried searching for them, but there was no sign of them. But still, you closed your eyes and prayed, you prayed that no harm should ever come to your Lilith. If something was to happen, you prayed it all upon yourself. 

The week flew by in a blink of an eye. You hadn't felt the days as they passed by. It all got lost in the endless cycle of work and trying to get the orders ready for the ball. 

You couldn’t truly believe a ball would have brought this amount of money into the house. You had thought the people of Darkfall would’ve resented and run away from the Blessed and his ball, but it was quite the opposite. 

It felt as if new life had been breathed into the court. Zein was utmost proud of herself as she strutted around the houses, checking in. When she stopped over at your aunt’s place, she looked at your aunt expectantly. 

Your aunt didn’t realise it at first, but when the silence grew too long during the payment, she had realised. Zein expected the whole town to be grateful to her and kiss her feet for bringing about this change. She wanted to be treated like our saviour, and how can you charge the court’s saviour for her pig orders.

The only reminder of the ball was the countdown till the orders were due. And you kept on working until the last order, the early morning of the Sunday was picked up. Once all was finished, once the rush had died down, you were ready to have a long bath before getting into your bed and not coming out until the sun came up again. 

You walked out of the barn and into the house with heavy steps, ready to march up the stairs and strip when two tiny arms attached to a tiny lady blocked your pathway.

“And where are ya off too?” Your aunt lifted a brow, quizzically. She tilted her head towards her room, where you could hear Lilith already walking around. You turned to your aunt, pouting. She just shook her head sternly, her wild curls slapping her face, “Look at the state of ya, y/n. You need attention if any suitable male is to look towards ya.”

“I think I can live without a suitable male looking towards me,” you gave her a tight smile. She peered up at you, her face turning red as she grabbed your elbow and you pulled you towards her room. “Aunt, I assure you, another beautiful fresh dress won’t change anything. Every male within our proximity is horrid.” 

She moved behind you, unzipping your dress, and pushing you towards the bath, “All luck to ya then. Whispers say there are men coming from far away to meet the new Blessed.” 

Before you could complain, she was already scrubbing you down. You scowled at her, telling her you’re not a child anymore. She just hit the back of your head and told you stop acting like one then. 

Lilith dried your hair, steaming it with perfume. You gave in eventually, putting on lipstain and powder on your cheeks and eyelids. You turned to Lilith who looked at you approvingly. 

Your aunt sighed happily in approval, before hobbling off and bringing in two long bags with the dresses. She opened one first, a beautiful white gown with soft coloured flowers along the bottom. She handed it to Lilith who looked at it in awe. 

“This is beautiful, aunt,” she breathed, hugging the older lady before kissing her cheek. “Ya truly done amazing.” 

“It’s nothing doll,” she smiled at your sister, watching her twirl around the room. “It was on price-downed, and I managed to steal it since I went so early. Ya pretty thing will make it look better anyway.” 

“Thank you,” she sang, happily twirling with the dress on top of her.

“Now, ya turn,” your aunt looked at you with a grimace. “I couldn’t find nothing worth stealing for ya. You end up hating it no matter, just a waste of precious coins.”

“But you obviously got something for me?” You pointed to the dark bag she laid on the bed. 

“I didn’t steal it, I found it.” She turned back and looked at you. Lilith walked towards the bed, clinging onto the bed post as she peered at the bag. You walked up towards the bed, as your aunt began unzipping it. “It was ya mother’s. Zeenat was a sight in the dress.” 

She unveiled the dress and the first thing that came to your mind was the night. The dress was made of the darkest blue you had ever seen; so dark it almost looked black at first sight. You touched the dress, the softness of the dress like feathers against your skin. 

You turned to your aunt, her eyes glistening with tears as yours did, “This is...”

She just nodded, understanding. 

“Stop the sobbing. ya old ladies,” Lilith wiped her eyes before she jumped into action. “It’s almost evening, I want to get there before the ball ends.” 

You had never seen the Hollow from this close. It was always from a distant, it had always been a small building at the top of the hill a good distance away from the rest of the town. But you were only realising how truly enormous it was. 

Your old house wasn’t even half the size of this. Only the first level of the mansion was dwarfing your house already. 

The Hollow was dark, brooding and enchanting. It was exquisite and intriguing in a way that made your heart beat. As if the golden walls, paintings and delicate designs all had secrets, all were hiding something sinister and you were a good look away from finding out and being trapped in the place forever. 

You had seen a crowd before, but you realised you had never truly known what a crowd was. The coming together of the twenty big families of the town was not a crowd. 

A crowd was this. 

Endless streams of horses and carriages lining up the ride up to the Hollow. The halls, the waiting rooms, the ball room, not a single space in the open areas was empty. Every room had people, and noise, so much noise. 

You had lost your aunt after her introduced you to the fifth male within an hour of entry. Lilith had disappeared instantly as soon as you arrived. She had spotted Lucas waiting for her by the door, and since then they had been dancing and chatting all night long. 

You caught the stares of your aunt and Lucas’ mother towards the pair. They both seemed a bit taken back, but none objected. Both pleased and turned away, focusing on the daughter they had bought to show today. 

“Yes, Mister,” you gave the man next to you a tight smile, trying to be polite and not poke your eyes out with a fork. “It is interesting.”

He was talking about the way the orchestra was set. 

You were enjoying the music, you thought it was tasteful, beautiful and uplifting. But you had never thought hard about how an orchestra was set out. You didn’t think it made a difference, but it did. 

Apparently, it made the whole performance sound much better. 

“We should do this at every function in Venesse,” he commented as he took a sip of his dark coloured drink. 

“Nightfall,” you corrected him. He paused as he turned towards you, his eyes widening in question. You gulped as you said, “It’s Nightfall now, Mister.” 

He held your gaze for a few moments before nodding, “Right.”

You nodded, looking off into the distance at the crowd trying to find a familiar face. 

“I’ve found someone I know,” he turned towards you giving you a smile. He continued, his voice no longer interested, his body already walking away. He bowed slightly, “I’ll find you again.”

“Of course,” you replied, not bowing. He stared at you, taken aback once again before walking away. You sighed, finding a wall and leaning against it. 

You sipped on the strange bubbly drink being served around the room. You liked it, it was refreshing. 

You finished the whole glass in one big gulp. You sighed, annoyed, as you looked around for a server. You finally spotted one and began making your way towards them. 

You had almost reached them when a hand gripped your elbow making you turn around. Her sharp eyes looked at you with a forced smile, “Where have you been, dear niece?”

You smiled at her words and tone, and her grip only tightened in return. You held up the empty glass, “I was just going to get another-”

She snatched the glass of you, and placed it on the server’s plate as it passed, “How many of those have you had?”

“Around ten,” you shrugged. You drank two with every guy your aunt had made you talk to. 

“Well, stop it, and follow me.” She began leading you up to the front of the room. As you walked behind her, her grip disappeared, but you continued to follow. The closer you got to the front, the more the people changed. 

There wasn't noise this far up the hall. People talked quietly, holding conversations, laughing softly. You could hear the music, the sweet richness of the bass strings vibrated here. People also looked older up here. 

Your eyes met a few on the way as you followed your aunt, and they looked away as if they hadn’t seen you in the first place. You frowned. 

Where was your aunt taking you?

She stopped suddenly making you bump into her slightly. You looked down at her, as she peered back up at you in anger. She turned to the front, her face calm and polite. 

“Your Blessed Highness,” she bowed, you followed her bowing. “It is an honour to make your grace.” 

She stood, and you followed her straightening. But kept your eyes down.

“Lady Hera,” a smooth voice greeted her. You heard your aunt gasp in surprise, before bowing her head slightly. 

“Your Blessed Highness,” she breathed, breathless. 

“Thank you for making an appearance,” the voice spoke again. His voice smooth and velvety. It was deep, graceful and attractive. It was familiar. “I hope to one day be able to purchase an offering from your farm.” 

“Anytime, Your Blessed Highness,” she replied, graciously. “We are at your disposal.” 

“You are too kind,” he only chuckled. 

You knew that voice. 

“Forgive my forwardness, but are you not to dance tonight?” 

You glared at your aunt, your eyes still cast low. 

He chuckled once again, graceful and controlled, “The night is still young, Lady Hera. Would you do me the honour if I decide too?”

You pursed your lips hiding the chuckle as you saw your aunt’s knees weaken. 

“Your Blessed Highness,” she gasped, and you could imagine a hand on her your chest in surprise. 

“I am too old. My bones ache from walking simply. But in my stead,” you saw her body turn as she held out a hand for you. You looked up to her startled. You would have glared if this was home, but you decided not to in front of the Blessed. “I present my oldest niece, Lady y/n.”

You placed your hand in hers, and let her guide you to the front. You swallowed nervously as you lifted your gaze. Your breath got caught in your throat as you saw the most handsome male sit in front of you in his throne. 

His dark eyes looked at you taking you in. The corners of his rosy lips lifting into a smirk as he tilted his head slightly to the side, studying you. 

“Lady Y/n,” he tested your name on his tongue. His voice soft and intimate. You felt your cheeks get hot as his eyes remained on you. He stared at you for a long moment before turning to your aunt, “A true beauty, right after you.” 

You bowed once again at the compliment, getting ready to walk away. 

“Save me a dance, my lady,” he stopped you, his gaze burning you once more. You bowed again, daring to look up once more. You look away instantly as your eyes meet his dark ones. 

“Your Blessed Highness,” you nod, before walking away. Your aunt follows, her hand squeezing yours tightly as you both rush away. 

#jaebum #jaebeom #im jaebeom #Park Jinyoung #jinyoung #got7 #fantasy #au #got7 fantasy #fanfic #got7 fanfic #jaedaddy #the blessed #don't steal this please lol #im jaebum #got7 jinyoung #park #im #lim #romance #angst #royalty #jjp #jj project

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I love the yandere headcanon you wrote for Asmo! Could you write one for the twins too? Thanks in advance!

YANDERE TWINS HEADCANONS:

Warning: I do not and never will condone abusive behaviour like this, what I'm writing is PURELY FICTIONAL. Contains n/s/f/w. Mc is GENDER NEUTRAL

*Okay so, I personally believe that yandere wise, they're a two for one deal. That's both a good thing and a bad thing. Good thing is that you get twice the love, bad thing is that they love you so much it's suffocating, and that's only for one of them.

*They're very protective of you, it's not uncommon to have both of them by your side. Even if one isn't available they make sure the other is and if neither are available then you aren't going out, plain and simple. Even if you inform them that you HAVE to leave the house they'll try their best to tell you that they're just protecting you.

"Mc, it's very dangerous outside. We don't want you getting hurt."

"Wouldn't it be scary to be killed by someone you didn't know? To be eaten and never found? Don't make us go through that heartache, Mc..."

*They crave your attention constantly and they're very upfront about it. You could be chatting with a demon from your class and once they decide they've had enough of you talking to them they'll try to distract you. Beel often whines about starving and wanting food to get you to follow him and if that doesn't work he just straight up carries you away. Belphie hugs you from behind and while you don't notice it, the demon you're conversing with is terrified when they see Belphie's peeking death glare over your shoulder. If you ask him why the demon left in a rush he'd just shrug and hold you tighter to him.

*Belphie has considered locking you in their room many times and has informed Beel of the idea. While tempting, Beel doesn't want you to be completly locked away. He knows you'd be unhappy with the suggestion and that his brothers would cause a whole fit if that happened. Though, maybe if you push him hard enough he may reconsider.

*Both are very emotionally manipulating. They're skilled in making you feel guilty if you ever do something that displeases them. Belphie is a lot more physical than Beel when it comes to showing his displeasure as well. Though not too much to the point where you fet severely hurt, his grip just tightens to a point where it bruises.

"Mc, please don't leave us. Please don't leave me. Please, I don't want anymore nightmares."

"Ah, your wrists are bruised. I'm sorry, Mc, I'll ask Beel to get some ice, but you really shouldn't be talking too much to Solomon nowadays, who knows what he's constantly planning. I know he's your friend, but aren't we your lovers? We just want to protect you as best as we can."

*Belphie and Beel are possessive of you, but on different levels. Beel only allows you to converse with people he knows and trusts, such as his brothers or the other exchange students. He knows that others enjoy your company too, but he needs to determine who is allowed to be around you. Belpie on the other hand does not want you to converse with anyone but the two of them. It's not to say he doesn't care for his other brothers, but he doesn't trust anyone other than Beel with you (ironic considering he murdered you). He's worried they'll take you away from them, he gets especially pissy if you talk to Diavolo or Lucifer. Beel has to be the one to calm him down and explain to him that you do need to interact with other people to keep (sane) happy.

*They often give you their clothes to wear when you all go out. It serves as a claim from the two of them and I'm sure demons have a heightened sense of smell, so the scent of not one, but two high ranking demons on you is more than a warning sign to back off. Also Beel likes to look at how cute you look in your jacket and Belphie thinks you look even more comfier in his cardigan.

*When you two are cuddling and for whatever reason you need to get up, Belphie will use his charm to slowly lull you to sleep and Beel will contribute by massaging circles into you back. You can whine and complain all you want but eventually you'll always find yourself resting your head on Beel's chest once again. When you're out cold they take this opportunity to hold you even tighter against the two of them. You aren't leaving until they let you.

NSFW:

*Okay so, they have no problem sharing you in bed either let's get that straight out of the way. In fact, they enjoy it a lot when they do share. Beel's eagerness to please and Belphie's lazy but commanding role are a pretry good match.

*Overstimulation is always a must when you're sleeping with Beel, and Belphie likes to tell him what to do to get your screaming and sobbing. You really won't be able to walk for a while and that's fine by them. It means Beel gets to haul you around with a reason and Belphie gets to keep you in bed without the worry of you escaping his grip.

*MARKING! Okay so biting is definitely a demon's favourite thing to do in bed, but since they're absolutely obsessed with you, their marking gets a lot worse. There's not a part of you that isn't covered in large bites. Beel is obviously the biggest fan of marking you and he loves biting your shoulder blade or your neck. His bitemarks on your neck are rather large and hard to hide, they sometimes go in quite deep too. Belphie, true to his lazy nature, enjoys hickies and where he marks depends on how you're all positioned. Wherever is closest to him is the place that will be covered in hickies.

*Okay so, Somnophilia is highkey a thing they're into. Mostly in Belphie's case but Beel guiltily joins in sometimes too. Belphie will put you under an incredibly strong sleeping spell and from there they have fun with how pliant and honest you are when you're unconscious.

*Belphie is lazy when it comes to aftercare but Beel likes it a lot. So Beel is usually the one taking care of you after your activities. They often leave you tired so Beel insists on cleaning you up by himself, gently scrubbing you clean in the shower and giving you soft kisses. After that he, with the help of Belphie, will disinfect any deep bitemarks or wounds they may have left on you. That part of your aftercare session may or may not be Belphie's favourite as he sees the damage him and Beel have done to you. When it's all finished, Belphie will help you to fall asleep using his charm, with or without your consent. He does this to ensure you don't escape their cuddle session in the middle of the night.

Others: Did I just get more yandere asks and this time for my favourite boys? Yes I did~ (Plz keep them coming-) THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS REQUEST! I hope you enjoyed it and if it isn't what you wanted I'll gladly redo it for you! Thank you so much for reading!

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #yandere obey me

[420pogpills]

JUST GOT THE BEST DNF FIC IDEA EVER SOMEONE PLZ KICK MY ASS AND MOTIVATE ME TO WRITE IT BECAUSE NOW THAT I’VE THOUGHT OF IT, I REALLY WANT TO READ IT BUT I’M A LAZY PIECE OF ROCK THAT NEVER FOLLOWS THROUGH WITH HER WRITING

#dnf #odskjngdjisfibfAHWE #omg it's so good i need to write out the plot right now

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Not Important

A/N:  Hello we are BACK with Jealous!Shawn––It’s been sitting in a doc for nearly a month now so I thought it was about time to let it out into the wild lmao 

There’s ~some smut but like nothing full on…hands disappear…but like…that’s it 😬 So if you’re not 18+ head over to my masterlist and read something else!! 

Thanks a MILLION to all of you who have read and reblogged and shared your thoughts with me on anon😌 It really does give me motivation to write!! Reblog are never expected, but always appreciated!! ☀️💗💜🥰🌻 Hope you’re all staying safe out there!!

Let’s Chat!! | MASTERLIST

Warnings: Smut (it’s my first time writing it so be nice plz), little arguments, some swearing, and jealousy (??)

Word Count: 9.5K

Buzz.  Buzz.

You blindly reached a hand out from the covers and tried to quiet the noise.

Buzz.  Buzz.

An arm tightened around your waist and you felt hot breath fan against your neck, “Turn it…off.” 

Once your hand finally connected with your phone, you pushed the lock button to shut off the noise.  With your eyes still squeezed tight, you brought your phone to your face and squinted one eye open.  

3:27 a.m.

Even though your brightness was turned all the way down, it was still too bright.  Shawn groaned as the light illuminated your face as he nuzzled his head deeper into your shoulder to block out the light.

“Back to sleep,” he grumbled against your neck.

You lifted your hand that was curled around Shawn’s neck and played with the curls at the nape of his neck.  You wanted to go back to sleep, but you were curious as to who was texting you this late at night.  And you were curious as to why your night time mode was no longer in effect.

It took a few tries to correctly enter in your passcode since Face I.D. didn’t recognize your face in the pitch black.  You then tapped on the green message app and read the few text messages you received.

How was your day?

Having a good spring break?

With a swift click, you powered off your phone, and let out a deep sigh.  It was a kid from your marketing class three semesters ago; and he had taken up a habit of texting you every day.  You hadn’t talked to him face to face since you presented the disaster of a marketing project and you had hoped to keep it that way.  He was a nice guy, but he was just a partner in a group project; nothing more and nothing less.

But for some reason he thought it would be best to rekindle whatever dynamic you had. You didn’t have a dynamic with him other than working on a semester project.

You wiggled your way down the bed and felt a hand on your back creep its way under your shirt.  A relaxed sigh left your lips as Shawn rubbed lazy circles with his thumb along your spine.  Your eyes fell shut as you felt a soft kiss be placed on your collar bone, “Important?”

“Not at all,” you hummed as Shawn stopped his hand movements and pressed his hand flat against your back, pulling you tighter against his bare chest, “Sleep.” You barely got the single syllable out of your mouth before you felt yourself get carried away into a dreamlike state.

•••

Waking up on a tour bus was something that you weren’t too fond of, but you couldn’t deny how exhilarating it was to wake up in a different city.  And sharing a bed with your boyfriend on his own bus was something you couldn’t complain about.

It was your spring break and you made plans to visit Shawn while he was on the European leg of his tour.  Touring Europe was one of Shawn’s favorite experiences and he begged and pleaded with you until you agreed to spend your break with him.  It was quite the sight, watching him literally fold his hands up in prayer at your knees, but little did he know, that in your mind you had hoped he would invite you out for some of his European dates.  So he didn’t need to beg. 

Shawn had played a show in Cologne, Germany the previous night and you drove through the night to Paris, where his next show was being held.

The two of you got up early, Shawn mentioned something about wanting to walk around the city with you a bit before he got swept away in tour mode.  Shawn texted Andrew that he was heading out and that he would keep him updated on his whereabouts.  Andrew made Shawn promise not to wander off too far.

Once off the bus, Shawn took your hand in his and started to obnoxiously swing them.  You let out a little laugh and went along with it.  After all, you were in Paris––the city of love––with your boyfriend.  It was a little cliché to think, but you felt as if you were floating on cloud nine.

There was a small cafe not too far from where your bus was parked and Shawn decided he wanted to try it out.  Shawn opened the door for you and immediately you were encased with the smell of sweet pastries and espresso.  A smile over took your features as you looked back at Shawn who was already smiling at you.

“This is heaven,” you breathed out as you stood close to the pastry display window.  You wanted to taste every pastry, but knew that was impossible.  So you convinced Shawn to have you each buy two pastries each to try.  He rolled his eyes but went along with your idea.  You knew he wanted to try every pastry in the window too.

Once your americano, and Shawn’s cappuccino, were finished, you took your bagged pastries and went outside to sit on their small patio area.  You unwrapped the bag with the chocolate croissant and ripped a piece off.  

“Who texted you last night?” Shawn took a sip of his cappuccino.  He tried to play it off as if he wasn’t that interested, but you knew it had been bothering him since your phone woke the two of you up in the middle of the night.  

Shawn was the only person who ever texted you that late; with the exception of your best friend and sometimes your mom.  Shawn was always forgetful of timezones, but he was sleeping with you in bed last night, so he knew it couldn’t possibly be him texting you.  There was someone else.

You shrugged your shoulders and offered him a piece of ripped off chocolate croissant.  He took it and popped it in his mouth, still waiting for your answer.

You sighed, “Just some guy from my marketing class.”  You broke off another piece of croissant and dipped it into your coffee which earned you a confused stare from Shawn, “I read an article that this is the French way to drink your morning coffee.”

“You’re insane,” Shawn let out a breathy laugh, “But this guy, you have a class with him?”

You scoffed and took another sip of your coffee, “Yeah, like last year.”

Shawn choked on his coffee and started coughing uncontrollably.  You placed your cup down and made a move to get up and help him, but he just held his hadn’t out and choked out a fine, before patting his chest and coughing a bit.

Shawn coughed once more, “And he––You still talk to him?”

You tilted your head in thought, you didn’t really still talk to him.  He was radio silent for over a year and then sent you a message out of the blue, a bit odd really.

“Not really, he’ll just text me and I’ll respond sometimes.”

“Have you talked to him over the phone?”

You let out a laugh at his ridiculous concern, “Never.”

“Does he know you have a boyfriend?”

You tilted your head once more and softened your eyes, “I––I don’t know?”

Shawn let out an exasperated breath.  He was annoyed, you thought, he was upset with you and you didn’t like the nauseous feeling that bubbled up in your stomach.

“We weren’t dating when we had our group marketing project––“

“You did a project with him?”

Your grip tightened around your paper coffee cup, “Yeah, with three other people.” 

In through your nose, out through your mouth you repeated the mantra over and over in your head.  Keep your cool.  It was silent for a moment and you rationalized with yourself that what you said probably didn’t ease his concerns at all, but then again, Shawn was never the one to be jealous.

“I’m sure he’s seen the picture or two I’ve posted with you on Instagram,” you thought that would ease his concerns but it only caused his eyes to widen even more, “But he’s not important,” you waved the subject off and reached your hand across the table, “I’m in Paris with my insanely hot boyfriend.”

Shawn dropped his left eye in a wink and smirked, “Damn right.”

•••

Shawn’s performance in Paris went better than expected, Andrew nudging his elbow into your side from the side stage saying that it was all because of you.  For the rest of the night, Andrew’s words rang through your head and you blushed every time Shawn looked backstage at you.

After the show concluded, Shawn handed his guitar off to someone and thanked all of the crew he walked past for a great show until he came barreling into you.  He wrapped his sweaty arms around you and squeezed you tight. 

You let out a squeal but hugged him back with as much strength you could muster up.  He kissed your cheek, released you from his embrace, and threw an arm over your shoulder as Andrew talked his ear off about hotel reservations for the night and travel plans for the next day.

Andrew guided both of you toward the back exit of the arena where a black car was waiting for you to take you to the hotel.  There were two days between the Paris show and the next show in Munich.  And Shawn had convinced Andrew to let you both stay over night in Paris and then meet up with the team in the late evening the following day.  Andrew reluctantly agreed, and he made Shawn promise that he would be on his best behavior for the rest of tour.

The car ride to the hotel wasn’t long, but it didn’t help that Shawn kept his hand on your thigh for the whole ride.  And it didn’t help at all that he kept inching his hand up as he nonchalantly looked through the window with a smirk on his face.  Once the two of you were at the hotel, Shawn took both of your bags, checked in with the concierge and wasted no time in pressing the elevator button.

“Geez, be patient with it,” you laughed as Shawn repeatedly pressed the up arrow.  He ignored you and continued to press it until the ding sounded.  He cheered in victory and yanked you into the elevator with a yelp.

When Shawn pressed the button of your floor, your phone buzzed in your hand.  You looked down at it and grimaced at the text message you saw.

How was your day?

Everyday, without fail, you received a text message from the guy from your marketing class, and while you didn’t want to assume anything, it was a little annoying that he kept texting you when you told him you were on vacation with your boyfriend.  You looked over at Shawn and saw that he was busy scrolling on his own phone, so you decided to respond.

You typed, it was good!! Just finished watching my boyfriend perform in Paris! Crazy!

Your phone vibrated with another text, Paris is always good––always love going back there. Between the good art, good food, and good coffee it’s a city built for me. 

That was the other thing about texting him; he always revolved the conversation around him or brought it back to relate to him in one way or another.  And yes, you knew that to keep up conversation, you had to talk about yourself, but the amount of times he always seemingly tried to one up you in conversation did not go unnoticed.

Yeah! My boyfriend and I got coffee at a cute little cafe this morning! Better than anything back home!

You made it a new rule to mention Shawn at least four times in conversation with him because the more read into the text messages, the more you could see where Shawn’s worry and jealousy came from.  When he first texted you out of the blue, you thought it was a bit weird, but you loved reconnecting with people so you just saw it as that.  But when Shawn was sound-checking today, you read back through the text messages and they did seem flirty on his end.

I could show you some really good coffee shops in Toronto.

“Y/n?” You looked up and saw Shawn standing outside of the elevator and holding the door open with his arm, “Coming?”

You nodded hastily and left the text message on read without a response.  That was the furthest he’s gone in insisting on a date.  He had brought up his ex-girlfriend a handful of times, clueing you in on how he was single, and to refute his claims of your supposed interest, you brought up Shawn.

Stepping out of the elevator, you took your suitcase from Shawn and rolled it down the hallway.  He stopped in front of the door and put the room key in.  Once it lit up green, he pushed the door and held it open with his shoulder as you shuffled in with your luggage.

You set your suitcase down to the side, not bothering to unpack since you were going to be leaving tomorrow.  Behind you, you heard the door close with the click sound of the lock, and felt a presence behind you.

Shawn’s hands hesitantly ghosted over your waist and you immediately straightened your posture.  You felt your breath hitch inside of your throat as Shawn’s hands became more steady on your hips; pulling you back into his chest as you let out a relaxed breath.

His thumbs rubbed soft circles on your hips as his hot breath hit just below your ear.  You thought he was going to whisper something, but instead, he placed a single kiss under your ear.  And then another kiss on your throat as one of his hands slid up your waist.  And then he placed another lower kiss on crook of your neck.

The hotel room was silent; save for the Paris traffic sounds that seeped through the window and your racing heart.  You could feel Shawn’s heart rate from being pressed up against him.  And there was no doubt he heard just how loud your heart was beating for him.

You so desperately wanted to turn around and return Shawn’s kisses, but his hand was firmly planted on your hip, keeping you in place as he continued to pepper kisses up and down your neck.  His hand snuck under your shirt, electric jolts zipped through your body, as he slowly inched his way up to cup your breast in his hand.

You let out a quiet moan, not being able to hold off any longer.  Twisting your head at an uncomfortable angle, you pressed a hard kiss to Shawn’s lips.  He groaned as he turned his head to meet your lips for a prolonged kiss as he continued to massage your breast.

Breaking the kiss for only a moment, Shawn spun you around and pressed your back against the wall, before hungrily reattaching his lips back to yours.  With his hand still caressing your breast under your shirt, you tugged at the bottom of his white tank-top that was still sweaty from his performance.  He took his hand out from under your shirt and swiftly threw it over his head, not caring where it landed in the room.

Before Shawn reconnected his lips with yours, he reciprocated your actions by tugging on the bottom of your shirt.  He looked into your eyes, silently asking permission to remove your top.  With a nod, he took it off at a much slower pace than how you ripped his shirt off, savoring every curve of your body as he peeled your shirt off.

Once your shirt was off, and you were just left in your bra, Shawn brought a hand up to cup your face as he stared tenderly into your eyes, “Stunning.”

Not being able to contain yourself anymore, you rounded your arms around his waist and pulled him in so your chests were pressed up together and continued kissing him.  Shawn brought one up and placed it beside your head, palm flat against the wall to support himself.

Your head was getting dizzy, but you would rather suffer from suffocation than break the kiss.  Shawn always had this affect on you; feeling dizzy.  You felt as dizzy in this moment as you did on your first date when he pulled out your chair for you.  The summersaults your stomach was performing were similar to the feeling of going around a loop on a rollercoaster, but instead of begging to get off the ride, you wanted to stay on for as long as possible.

Shawn’s hand that was cupping your jaw slowly moved its way down your neck and onto your shoulder, toying with your bra strap.  His fingers would lift up the strap as he would pull it down your arms, and then back up to your shoulders, in a teasing manner.  In between kisses, you struggled to get ay words out, but the one coherent word that Shawn heard loud and clear was off. 

You were always comfortable in Shawn’s presence, but being bare in front of a person came a certain vulnerability.  And it was different when you were with a person you loved.  The vulnerability of being completely undressed and open with the person you cared for created a connection deeper than life itself.  

The constricting feeling of your bra clasped around your back was gone in a swift motion as you felt Shawn sponge kisses onto your neck.  He used both of his hands to slowly drag your bra straps down your arms, with his fingertips grazing your skin, causing goosebumps to appear.

You felt your nipples harden from the gush of cold air, but the inside of your body felt as if it was on fire from Shawn’s touch.

The kisses Shawn continued to place on your neck were soft, giving you time to catch your breath, as he nipped at your skin.  Like his hand had done earlier in the night, it crept up your stomach at a painstakingly slow pace until his hand got to his desired destination.  You leaned your head back on the wall and let out moan. 

You could feel Shawn’s smirk against your skin as he squeezed your breast again, eliciting another sound from your lips.  

Trailing your hands up Shawn’s arms, you made sure to feel every crevice.  It seemed as if you had the same affect on him as he had on you; his muscles tensed up under your touch, but relaxed the more you rubbed up and down his arms.

Having Shawn’s lips leave marks on your body was nothing you would ever complain about, but you were missing his lips.

Without losing contact of his body, you trailed your hands up from his arms, giving his biceps a slight squeeze, before trailing your fingers up to softly gaze his neck.  You heard Shawn’s breath catch in his throat; you smiled at the control you had over him.  

With both hands placed on his cheeks, you lifted his head up from your neck.  You offered him a small, soft smile as you tangled your fingers in his hair.  His eyes closed momentarily as he leaned his forehead against yours, hot breath fanning on your face.

“God, I love you.”

Your heart felt as if it had set off fireworks in celebration.  And in every sense of the word, it was a celebration.  With the way Shawn made you feel loved, appreciated, and wanted… Everyday with him felt like a reason to celebrate.

“I––“ you said before he pressed a searing his to your lips, “––Love––“ his hand squeezed your hip as it slid further down, the opposite way it had been trailing all night.  With the fireworks still going off in your chest, you felt the anticipation of the night’s activity build up in your lower region.

Shawn’s hand played with the top of your jeans, sliding his thumb in and out of the denim.  When Shawn felt as if he teased you enough, he stilled his thumb over the top button of your jeans.  Your kisses slowed down, now soothing and languid, as you felt Shawn’s tongue slowly part your lips.

You leaned your head to the side, granting him more access to your mouth, that he greedily took as he popped the button off from holding your jeans together.  And just like his kisses, he slowly moved his fingers down to your zipper.  You couldn’t hear the sound of your pants being unzipped over the ringing in your ear caused by pure pleasure.

As your jeans hung loosely at your hips, he brought his hand back up to your underwear.  His cold fingertips pressed against your lower stomach which caused you to flinch, but once he dipped his hand down your front, and you felt a single finger swipe up your center, it didn’t matter to you.

Nothing matter to you in this moment.

You whimpered into his mouth at the intimate touches as he brought his free hand up to cup your jaw as he kissed you long and slow. 

Buzz.  Buzz.

Shawn halted the movements of his finger as he abruptly jumped back at the loud vibration against the wall.  Your eyes widened at the loss of contact and also at the harsh vibration coming from your back pocket.

“Jesus Christ,” Shawn swore under his breath as he pressed a hand to his bare chest, “That scared the shit out of me.”

You tried to even out your breathing, frustrated that your activities with Shawn had come to a standstill.  With a loud and annoyed breath passing through your nose, you reached into your back pocket for your phone, ready to give the person who interrupted the two of you a piece of your mind.

Once you swiped across on the message, not bothering to read the preview on your lock screen, you entered in your passcode and were automatically brought to the messages app.  Once you saw the name on top with a blue dot next to it, you leaned your head against the wall and shut your eyes in frustration. 

Hello??

What’s your favorite coffee shop in Toronto?

“Alright?”

You held down the volume and lock button to turn your phone off, leaving Shawn unanswered for a few seconds longer.  Once your phone screen was completely black, you threw it on your suitcase and let out another frustrated breath.

Why couldn’t he take the hint?  Why did he insist on texting you every night after more than a year of radio silence?  It made no sense.  He was just a boy who was put in a group with you that was randomly created by the professor.  And whether or not he just wanted to be friends, it was quite annoying having to keep up conversation everyday with a person you didn’t think twice about.  Seeing his name pop up on your screen made your stomach crawl and you dreaded having to make polite conversation.

“It’s…” You walked over to the bed where Shawn was sitting on the edge of.  You sat next to him, debating on telling him the identity of the person who texted you.  But from his tensed up shoulders and folded up hands, you could tell that he already knew, “It’s not important.”

“Was it the guy from marketing?” His voice held an edge to it as he turned his head toward you.

You nodded your head and rolled your eyes, “I don’t get it, honestly, it was over a year ago and I never gave him the impression––“

“He likes you.”

“As if––“

“He likes you,” Shawn’s voice was borderline emotionless as his jaw clenched, “He wants––“

“I love you,” you turned your top half, that was still bare, to face your boyfriend.  You brought a hand up to his clenched jaw and caressed his cheek with your thumb, “I only want you.”

Shawn’s eyes darkened with lust as he twisted his body, placing a hand on your hip, “Move back,” you didn’t question his command as you inched your way up on the bed.  Once you were at the top of the bed, Shawn slowly lowered you until your head was resting against a plush pillow.  He situated himself on top of you as he ran a hand softly through your hair, “I’m gonna show you how much I love you,” Shawn whispered each word as he slowly brought his head down to brush his nose up against yours.

The tension was thick; unfinished business left up and open in the air.  

With every breath you breathed out, your chest touched Shawn’s.  And every breath you breathed in, all you wanted was for him touch you.

Your lips ghosted over Shawn’s for a brief moment, barely able to contain yourself, before whispering, “Show me.”

And show you he did.

•••

The air conditioning was on full blast, but you were still sweating out of your mind, as you laid on the couch with Shawn.  Both of your bodies were drenched with sweat, having spent all day out in the Italian sun in Bologna.  Your bodies felt as if they were melted together by humidity itself.

Feeling a bit cramped, you stretched out your legs.

“Stooop,” Shawn groaned as your legs peeled off his, causing an uncomfortable sticky feel to the back of your calves.  You didn’t like the feeling of your hot legs slowly becoming unstuck from Shawn’s, but your legs felt free and refreshed after a quick stretch.

“Sorry,” you apologized before slotting your legs back into place with his, “Needed a stretch,” you snuggled back into his chest as Shawn curled his arm around your neck to bring your head up to press a kiss to your temple.

The two of you continued to lay in silence, enjoying the feel of the other’s gentle rise and falls of chests.  You felt disgusting, and you knew you needed a shower, but cuddling with Shawn was your top priority.  You only had two more days left with him and you wanted to be with him of every second of those last days.

You were set to fly back to Toronto the day after his show in Turin.  So while you were excited to see Shawn perform more, you wish he had an extra date somewhere that would give him an off day.  It would be at least another month or so until you would be able to see him in person.  At times, you grew jealous of all the fans who were able to see Shawn in concert.  You were jealous that they were with him and you would be sitting on your couch, scrolling through update accounts to get a glimpse of him.

The thought of leaving Shawn for a lengthy amount of time caused a familiar sting in the back of your eyes.  You weren’t going to cry, you repeated to yourself, you can’t cry.  Shawn had no control over his touring schedule, and you knew how much he loved this part of the job.  And seeing him doing what he’s passionate about made you love him even more.  You couldn’t deny the joy you felt coarse through your veins as you watched him strum his guitar on stage with thousands of fans singing his lyrics back to him.

“I’m gonna miss you.”

It was as if Shawn was thinking the same thing as he voiced his concern.  You lifted your head up slightly, not wanting to move it too far off from where it’s been resting on his bicep because of the stickiness between your bodies.  He was already staring down at you.

“I’ll miss you too,” you breathed out a sigh.

Shawn swallowed hard, “Will you––Are you seeing that marketing guy when you get back?”

You scrunched your eyebrows together and answered slowly, “No?”  He didn’t look satisfied that your answer came out as more of a question, “I mean––I don’t have any plans to see him, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Shawn sat up, slowly untangling his sticky limbs from yours, “Do you want to see him?”

You rolled your eyes at Shawn, who was now sitting on the opposite side of the couch staring down at you with hard eyes, “No.”

The rattling of the air conditioner was the only sound that could be heard between the two of you.  Shawn was still distancing himself from you and you didn’t know how to get it through his head that you had no interest in the guy from your marketing class; you had a boyfriend––Shawn was your boyfriend.

“I’d feel better if you’d stop talking to him.”

You let out a little laugh, not believing what you had just heard him say, “Okay, sure.” 

You went to reach out for Shawn’s hand, not liking the space between you when your time with him was dwindling away.  Once your fingers were slightly curved over his hand, he snatched his hand away.  Confused and hurt, you looked up at him to see his jaw set and head turned as he looked away from you.

“I’m serious,” he said, “I don’t want you talking to him.”

Your confusion morphed into annoyance, “You really don’t get to tell me who I can and can’t be friends with.”

“So you’re friends with him now?”

“Oh my God, Shawn,” you let your head fall onto the back of the couch and screwed your eyes shut, “It doesn’t matter! You don’t get to decide that stuff for me.”

Shawn scoffed, “I’m your boyfriend.”

You lifted your head up and rubbed your temples before opening your eyes and looking at the cause of your oncoming headache, “Yeah you are,” you let out a deep sigh, “so you shouldn’t be worried.”

“He likes you, Y/n,” Shawn slightly raised his voice.  You raised your eyebrows silently asking him if he was really going yell at you for something out of your control, “Sorry, sorry,” he mumbled without actually meaning the apology, “But can’t you see where I’m coming from? He texts you every day––And you can’t even deny that, I hear your phone in the middle of the night––And even when you try and ghost him he still texts you every day.  He really really likes you.”

He had a point.  You didn’t like that Shawn made absolute sense.  You looked down at your hands while starting to nervously fumble with the end of your shirt.  It wasn’t like the guy from your marketing class wasn’t a good guy; he was nice, polite, and genuinely wanted to hear what you were thinking at all times during the day.  Sure, keeping up a conversation with him was exhausting at times, but you didn’t know what else to do.

“What if like––What if like we weren’t together––hear me out,” you cut your explanation short when Shawn’s tight jaw went slack and eyes bugged out of his head, “So in this alternate universe where we are not together,” you gave him a pointed look, “And say I really really liked you.  I would text you nonstop.  I would want to hear everything about your day, even if you had just slept and done nothing all day, and I would be absolutely devastated if you wouldn’t text me back.”

Shawn was silent, carefully planning out his next sentence.

“So you…” he started off slow, “Don’t want to hurt his…feelings?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I guess so.”  

On the inside you felt defeated, you knew that wasn’t a good enough answer, especially for Shawn, because he got up from the couch and started pacing behind it.

He ran a hand through his curls, “And what about my feelings?”

You propped your elbows up on your knees and rested your head in your hands as you let out an aggravated sigh, “Can we not argue about this?”

“I really wouldn’t feel comfortable if you saw him when you go home,” Shawn stopped his pacing and leaned his hands behind you on the couch, “Please promise me you won’t see him.”

You gulped, your head still buried in your hands.  You had no intention of seeing him when you got back, you respected Shawn’s feelings about him, but it ticked you off that he thought he had some sort of power to tell––not even ask––you to not see him.

Lifting your head from your hands, you turned your head around to see his eyes pleading with you.  It made you sad to think that Shawn thought someone could easily come between your relationship.  Did he not trust you enough to be alone with someone else?

Buzz. Buzz.

“Jesus, fuck––Are you kidding me?!”

Shawn’s outburst caused you to jump up from the couch and spin around to face him.  His eyes were glaring at your phone that continued to vibrate on the glass coffee table.  Which was odd since your phone only vibrated twice whenever he texted you––Oh.

Your eyes widened at the realization; Oh.

Buzz. Buzz.

“It could be anyone,” you tried tried to calm him down as you carefully reached down to your vibrating phone, “He’s never called me–––“

And just as you said your famous last words, you turned over your vibrating phone to see his name appear on the screen.  With wide, nervous eyes, you quickly pressed one of the side buttons on your phone to silence the call.  When you no longer felt the vibration in your hand, you opened your mouth to offer an excuse to Shawn, but your phone started vibrating in your hand again.

Buzz. Buzz.

“Is he for real?!” Shawn threw his head back in a humorless laugh that sent chills down your spine, “After you sent him to voicemail, he’s still––“

“How do you know it’s him?!” You raised your voice to match Shawn’s, your tone sounding defensive.

Shawn narrowed his eyes at you, “Don’t pretend like it’s not!”

Growing more and more frustrated with his accusations, you turned your phone off and threw it on the couch.  Now that the sound of your vibrating phone was nonexistent, you only heard your heart angrily beating through your ears.

“Is this how you really want to spend our last days together?” You took the cheap way out of deflecting Shawn’s negative emotions and changed the conversation, “We have two days left together and you want to fight?”

Shawn pinched the bridge of his nose, “You’re not listening––“

“Shawn,” Andrew’s voice was followed by two knocks, “Soundcheck!”

You breathed out a sigh of relief.  Shawn breathed out a sigh of irritation.

“This conversation isn’t over,” Shawn said coldly over his shoulders as he walked toward the door; swiftly opening it up and slamming it behind him as you heard Andrew’s muffled voice go on and on about what Shawn still had to do before the concert.

•••

The last two days you spent with Shawn were tense.  

You still held hands, you still cuddled together in bed, and you still shared intimate moments together.  But everything felt stiff.  Shawn’s hands were limp when you held them, Shawn didn’t rub circles on your back when you had trouble falling asleep, and your intimate moments were always overshadowed with Shawn trying to prove he was better than anyone else who could possibly want your attention.

He was jealous.

The conversation that Andrew interrupted the night of the Bologna show was never picked up again.  It ended right then and there with the slam of the door.  Shawn was usually a person who kept their word; so you were expecting to circle back to that conversation after his show when on his tour bus.  

But that wasn’t the case.  That night was filled with lust, love, and connecting with one another.  Your head was resting on Shawn’s shoulder, his hand clasped around yours as they rested on your lap, as you recounted the events of last night.

He grabbed your wrist, untangling your hands from his curls, a mischievous smile on his lips before his head ducked under the sheets and began place kisses on your torso, making himself comfortable between your legs.

You looked up at Shawn through your eyelashes, already missing his tender touches, as you watched him mindlessly scroll through Twitter.  Squeezing his hand, it caused his attention to drift away from his phone; a lovesick smile spread out on his face.

“Shawn,” you muttered his name out before he abruptly cut you off as he dragged his tongue along the inside of your thigh, eventually meeting your aching core.  You had to bite your lower lip until you tasted blood to fight off the string of expletives that were threatening to slip past your lips. 

Once his eyes met yours, he locked his phone and threw an arm around your shoulder, pulling you in close to him,  You snuggled your head deeper into his neck and breathed in his scent not knowing when the next time you’ll see him would be.  You had tentative plans to see him once he was back in Toronto, on a break from touring, but you knew he would still have some work and would want to spend time with his family.  He pressed a soft kiss to your the side of your head, “I love you.”

There wasn’t a second where his name didn’t escape your lips. Over and over, you said his name like a prayer.  With your fingers entwined, the feeling in your lower stomach was strong, but not as strong as the love you felt for him in that moment.  You had come to realize that you lived out everyday to love Shawn.  Just Shawn.  One of his free arms hooked around under your thigh and held you in place as you fought to squirm, overcome with a pleasurable sensation.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, which was a little difficult considering the tiny amount of space between him and the seat.  You hugged him tighter as you saw the sign on the highway indicate you were coming up close to your destination of the airport.  You didn’t want to let go of Shawn.  You never wanted to let go.

Before the car even made the exit from the highway into the airport vicinity your eyes were already prickling with tears.  You loved how Shawn was out in the world living his dream.  You loved seeing him bounce off stage with the thrill of performing in front of thousands of people in his eyes each night.  But there were times where you wanted to be a little selfish and just keep him to yourself.

You let out a sniffle when Shawn informed the driver what airline you were flying so he could drop you off at the appropriate location.  Taking notice of your unhappy state, Shawn carefully rubbed his arm up and down your arm, “Hey,” he said once softly, and then repeated himself with a hushed tone, “You’re okay. I’ll be home to you soon.”

The way how he equated home with you was what lowered the barrier of your sniffles into free flowing tears.  Not caring about following road safety, Shawn unbuckled himself and then reached over to undo your seat restraints.  Once the click of your buckle indicated you were free, he circled his arms around your waist and pulled you up to sit on his lap.  

You kept your head buried into his shoulder; your hands clutching his t-shirt.  Your tears were silent, save for the occasional hiccup from trying to hold back the intensity of your cries, but Shawn’s hands grazed up and down your spine, trying to calm you down.  He whispered encouraging words into your ear about how well you’ll finish up the semester and how much he loved you.  You wanted to hear those words on repeat for the rest of your life.

Once your tears were nearly gone and your chest was just slightly heaving, the car pulled up to a stop in front of the airline you were flying back to Toronto.  When you felt the car stop and heard the driver put the car in park with a polite, Ms. We’re here, you shook your head in denial as you clutched onto Shawn tighter.

Shawn continued to rub your back as he let out a sigh, “I’m going in with her,” his voice was just above a whisper.

Knowing that you’ll get to spend some extra seconds with Shawn inside the airport was enough to get you to calm down.  Your time was officially ticking down to your last minutes together and you wanted to spend as much time with him as humanely possible.  It seemed as though Shawn had the same idea.

“Mr. Mendes,” the driver started out as he looked up in the rear view mirror, “I don’t think that’s a––“

“I’m going in with her.” Shawn’s voice was strong as he didn’t leave any room for discussion.  The driver seemed to understand the memo as he nodded his head and got out of the driver’s side and rounded the car to the trunk to unload your suitcase.

Shawn unlocked the door and was able to open the door.  He softly patted your back, indicating that you had to get up and out.  Begrudgingly, you slid off his lap and quietly thanked the driver who rolled your suitcase around to you.

After a brief word with the driver, Shawn softly laced your fingers with his as he walked slowly up and through the automatic doors that led into the airport.  There were people of all ages in the airport and you were a bit nervous that your final goodbye with Shawn would be so public.  

Your bloodshot eyes looked up at Shawn as you felt your bottom lip begin to tremble.  Shawn’s eyes were apologetic and full of sorrow as he looked down at you, then up at the crowded airport, and then back down at you.  Thinking that this was where you were going to say your final goodbyes, you took a deep breath, but before you could get a word out Shawn tugged on your hand.

Like always, you blindly followed him to wherever he was taking you.  Shawn led you to a quieter part of the concourse, tucked away behind a thick metal beam where prying eyes couldn’t find you.

Shawn took your other hand in his, holding both of your hands tightly as they swayed slightly in between your bodies.  He looked down at you, his eyes sad but also twinkling as he smiled, “It won’t be too long, promise.”

“I––I know,” you hiccuped, “I just always miss you.”

You already missed the way his muscular arm wrapped around your waist as you slept.  You already missed the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed too hard as he recounted a story.  You already missed the whisper of his voice, that carried words you wanted to memorize like one of his songs.

You felt a chill wind wrap around your heart––never having missed him with so much before.

“I’m sorry,” Shawn blurted out, “I’m––I knew I acted weird these past two days and I’m sorry that I made our last days suck and––“

“Hey, hey,” you were the one comforting him now.  You released one of his hands and brought your fingers up to brush through his hair.  His eyes normally closed in bliss, but they stayed open with regret, “It’s alright. That––It was stupid.  Just a little something, but everything’s all good,” you emphasized the last word as you squeezed his hand, “I quite enjoyed the last few days.”

No matter how hard you tried to hide the blush from creeping onto your cheeks, it was inevitable when Shawn’s soft smile changed into a devious smirk, “Quite enjoyed it, huh?”  

You rolled your eyes at his cheekiness and smiled at him before scrunching your eyebrows together; you wanted to take in every last detail of the face you fell in love with, “I won’t see him when I get back,” your voice carried a more serious tone than the lighthearted banter shared just moments before, “I––I know it makes you feel uncomfortable, so I won’t see him.”

Shawn closed his eyes and leaned his forehead on yours. He breathed out a sigh of relief, “Thank you,” before capturing your lips in an innocent kiss.  Much different than the kisses you shared all throughout visiting him on tour.

“I don’t want to––“ you were able to get out a few words before Shawn kissed you again, “But I––“ he brought a hand up to rest on your cheek, holding you in place, “I have to––“ 

“Sh,” Shawn quieted you as he kissed your lips that turned upright into a smile, “Let me kiss you.”

“I have to go,” you managed to get out between each sweet kiss he gave you.

With one––two––three more soft kisses, he reluctantly pulled himself away and looked into your eyes with care and affection, “I love you.”

You smiled and leaned up to press one last peck to his lips, “I love you, too.” Shawn’s smile grew from a closed lipped one to a full blown grin as he stared down at you.

“Text me when you land,” he took your suitcase handle, along with your hand, and started rolling it toward the escalator that you needed to go up in order to get through security.  You nodded and told him to expect a text from you when you landed and when you were back at your apartment.

With one last kiss pressed to your lips––one that caused a few tears to slip through your closed eyes––you watched as he walked away, head turning over his shoulder every other second and waving to you as you took the escalator up.  Once he was finally out of your view, you let a few more salty tears escape down your face, still being able to feel his soft lips pressed against yours as you made your way to the security line.

Once you had waited your turn and made it past security, you walked up to the flight board to make sure that your gate hadn’t changed from the time you printed your ticket.

Buzz. Buzz.

How was today?

Your stomach dropped at the name that appeared on your screen.  You hadn’t texted the guy from your marketing class back since he had nearly ruined the night with Shawn in Paris.  You had prayed that he took the hint in you not returning his texts.

Buzz. Buzz.

Miss you already!! Counting down the days until we’re back together. Maybe we can do a repeat of Paris or Bologna?? ;)

Your heart fluttered all throughout your stomach as a smiled slowly inched its way on your face.  You had last seen Shawn within the hour, but your heart still ached for him.  You came to a conclusion that your heart would always ache for him.

And with those two text messages––from two very different people––coming into your phone at the exact same time, there was only one person that you deemed worthy of a response, and the other person was not that important.

•••

Dressed in black skinny jeans, a maroon button up shirt, and black Ray-Ban sunglasses; Shawn thought he was dressing incognito, but he really didn’t do much to hide his identity.  He was very upset when you pointed out that he still looked like Shawn Mendes.

He whined the whole car ride as he drove to a coffee shop you spent most of your semester at.  You wanted to show him the little things in your life that he missed when he was on tour, so that way he wouldn’t feel as sad.

“I’m just saying,” you laughed as you shut Shawn’s car door and rounded the front of it to meet up with a pouty Shawn, “Maybe try wearing a hat? A puffy jacket––“

“Y/n, it’s nearly summer,” Shawn scoffed as he walked up to take hold of your hand, “Like hell I’m wearing a puffy jacket.”

You shrugged your shoulders as you opened the door for him and walked in to the coffee shop that was littered with a few people.  With universities out of session, the coffee shop you frequented wasn’t nearly as crowded as it normally was.  

You smiled, happy that you wouldn’t have to fight for a table, “C’mon,” you tugged Shawn’s hand toward the front counter, “I’m getting an espresso, what do you want?”

Shawn took his time reading the menu, debating on getting a specialty drink or sticking with green tea to keep his vocal chords healthy for when he was due to head back out on tour.  A pang of sadness hit your heart when he nonchalantly mentioned leaving again, but you tried not to focus on that.  You were focusing on the present––being present with Shawn.

Once he decided to order a lavender honey latte, you ordered your drinks together and slipped the cashier some cash before Shawn could whip out his credit card.  He glared at you and you leaned up on your tip toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

When you had your drinks in your hands and heading towards a table in the back, you were laughing at something Shawn said when a voice cut you off.

“Y/n?”

It was a voice you hadn’t heard since your marketing class now four semesters ago.

Shawn turned around before you did and looked at the guy before scrunching his eyebrows down at you in confusion.  You let out a frustrated breath and turned around with a fake smile on your face.

“Ridley,” you let out another sigh, “Hi.”

At the sound of his name Ridley brightened up and sent a smile your way, “It’s been a while! How are you? How’s your day been?”

You ignored Shawn’s stare burning into the side of your head.  If reading the constant text messages from him starting every conversation off with how are you or how was your day wasn’t bad enough, hearing him actually say them to you sounded like nails on a chalk board.  You thought you were successful on getting him out of your life.

“I’m good––Actually, I––I’m here with my boyfriend–––“

“You never responded to my text,” Ridley cut you off, calling you out for ghosting him. 

And if Shawn hadn’t put two and two together, he definitely did now as he extended his hand, “Hey, man, I’m Shawn, Y/n’s boyfriend,” he emphasized his title and you didn’t miss the little glare Ridley sent Shawn’s way.

“Ridley,” he dropped Shawn’s hand in a manner of seconds, “Y/n and I had marketing together.”  Shawn was about to open his mouth to say something, but Ridley shifted his body to face you and tilted his head, “But yeah, I never heard back from you since Paris.”

You lightly clenched your coffee cup, wishing that there was a way to ghost someone while talking to them in person, “My phone actually fell into a river and when I got a new one I lost all my contacts,” you offered a small smile with your excuse.

“That sucks,” Ridley said.  His eyes momentarily left yours as he intently watched Shawn’s arm sneak around around your waist and pull you into his side, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.  A true genuine smile lifted on your face.  Ridley took notice and didn’t seem to like it one bit.

Ridley cleared his throat and fumbled with something his back pocket, “Here––What’s your number again?  We still haven’t gotten coffee together after I asked––“

Shawn let out a laugh that cut Ridley off.  Both of your heads turned to face your boyfriend and your eyes widened, unsure of what was to come out of his mouth next.

“Are you really asking her out––my girlfriend––out on a date in front of me?”

Ridley’s eyes widened at Shawn’s bluntness before they narrowed in on him, “I think she should decide for herself––“

“Oh, fuck off,” Shawn groaned as he leaned his head back to stare at the ceiling, trying to conceal his anger.  You tried pulling him away from the situation, mumbling a c’mon, but Shawn wasn’t having any of it, “Leave her alone.”

“You can’t make decisions for her.”

It sounded very familiar to something you had said a few months ago when Shawn told you to stop talking to him.  You had told Shawn that he didn’t have any control over who you could and couldn’t be friends with.  And while that still remained true, it felt slimy coming from a person you didn’t even want to be friends with. 

“You’re right, I don’t make decisions for her,” Shawn’s voice was low, “But you’re clearly making her uncomfortable and as her boyfriend I always have her best intentions in mind and right now,” he removed his arm from your waist and took a step closer to Ridley who shrunk back, “you really need to leave.”

You had never seen Shawn act so calm while visibly angry.  His voice was laced with poison as he spoke to Ridley, his hand was clenched, and face turning a shade of red with every second Ridley didn’t leave.  If this was any other person trying to ask you out, you know Shawn would’ve paid no attention to them, but since it was Ridley––the guy from your marketing class––who was relentless in trying to pull you away from Shawn…You could see where he was coming from.

Ridley had caused some turmoil in your relationship when you visited Shawn on tour.  And there was a brief period where Shawn was more scared than he’s ever been at the thought of losing you to someone who could provide you with a stable lifestyle.  But now, face to face with the person behind the text messages, Shawn just felt anger toward him.

“She’s not uncomfortable,” Ridley stared back at Shawn, before he turned to face you, “How about a coffee?”

You honestly didn’t know how he was so confident in asking you out in front of your boyfriend.  Above anything else, that made you uncomfortable.  You could handle his texting and the nuisance of his presence, but this was a step too far.  It was as if Ridley knew Shawn’s biggest fear was losing you to someone else and he was dangling it right in front of him.

Ridley also wasn’t as observant as Shawn.  Shawn noticed your body language; he noticed your tense shoulders, heavy sighs, and how you positioned your body slightly behind him wanting protection.  Ridley hadn’t noticed any of that––he hadn’t noticed that you were uncomfortable.

Shawn looked at you with concern in his eyes, wanting to get you out of this situation, silently telling you he would do whatever necessary to make you feel safe, but wouldn’t push you too far.  And Ridley looked at you with a glimmer of pride in his eyes, full of mischief like you were a prize to be won and paraded around.

After a moment of silence, you cleared your throat and shuffled into Shawn’s side, “I’d actually just like to sit and have a coffee with my boyfriend.”

Shawn draped an arm on your shoulder as you answered.  Without looking up at him, you knew he had a shit eating grin on his face.  Ridley’s face dropped as he looked between the both of you, and with a huff, he left you alone without another word.

You breathed out a sigh of relief as you rested your head on Shawn’s chest and let out a sigh of relief, “Thank you.”

Shawn shrugged his shoulders as he pulled you in closer to him with his one arm, “Just doing my job,” he then guided you to a table in the back where you sat down across from him.  You took a sip of your lukewarm espresso as Shawn played with your foot under the table, which caused you to look up at him.

You tilted your head and let out a small laugh at his smug facial expression, “What?”

“You were right,” Shawn took a sip of his coffee, “He’s not important.”

#here is the jealous Shawn!! woot woot! #it's a bit lengthy but I wanted to prolong the jealousy lmao #I hope you all enjoyed it!! #hearing your thoughts brightens my day up!! #let me know your thoughts!! #I have a lot planned out for future writings so get READY!! #I think I've read this about 20 times to make sure it's throughly edited but there still might be some mistakes skfjdkf #Shawn mendes #Shawn Peter raul mendes #Shawn mendes fanfiction #Shawn mendes fan fiction #Shawn mendes ff #Shawn mendes fanfic #Shawn mendes fan fic #Shawn mendes imagine #Shawn mendes blurb #Shawn mendes oneshot #Shawn mendes one shot #Shawn mendes writing #Shawn mendes x reader #Shawn mendes x you #Shawn mendes angst #Shawn mendes fluff #Shawn mendes smut #Shawn mendes writings #Shawn mendes oneshots #jealous!Shawn #Shawn mendes x y/n #Shawn x y/n #Shawn fic

[theladysexpistol]

Helloo~ i hope this is ok but could you make some first time hcs for the bucci gang with a fem s/o who isnt a virgin?? If you are uncomfortable just delete it.💜

Is this okay??? IS THIS OKAY??? You mean I get to write spicy headcanons for the six fictional mafia boys I’m literally in love with??? Twist my arm, I guess 😘

So this entire request is going to be n/sfw 😈 down below the cut. Obviously gonna be a little shorter than normal because you asked for the entire gang, gotta limit myself don’t want this to get too long 😂😂

I’m not sure if you mean “first time” like the boys are virgins but the reader isn’t, or just headcanons for the two of them getting it on for the first time. I’m going to go with the second one but absolutely absolutely let me know if I interpreted it wrong!

Mista hits you with that smile and your clothes just disappear

Giorno

- I honestly go back and forth on my headcanons for Giorno. Cant decide if he’s had a lot of relationships/sex because he’s incredibly charming, or if he’s more inexperienced because of his rough childhood and his focus on his dream

- Giorno’s probably found a foreign tourist or three that he liked enough to spend a night with. He’s probably had a girlfriend too.

- Regardless of how experienced he is, Giorno is frustratingly good at sex. Is there anything he isn’t flawless at.

- This smug boy absolutely uses Gold Experience’s ability to intensify the sex. Only once or twice so that it doesn’t overwhelm her, but like tell me he wouldn’t.

- Because of this, the two of them get very loud. Probably the loudest on this list, aside from my idea with Narancia.

- Also because of this she comes much earlier than any of her previous affairs. I imagine its quite a bit of a shock.

- Giorno takes really good care of both of them after sex. He’s incredibly romantic as well, little kisses from their hands down their arm to their neck as he whispers sweet things to them. 

Bruno

- Sex with Bruno is probably planned tbh so he can make it as romantic as possible, even the first time is brought up at least early in the day that it’s to occur

- Bruno is mildly experienced having sex, just in his line of work there’s a lot of beautiful people and he’s definitely one of them. I like to imagine people hit on him a lot LOL

- He’s is the best in the gang at foreplay, both fingering and oral. You can’t change my mind. She has never had a man who knows a woman’s body so well like this.

- He’s so good with intimacy. The rest of the world melts away and it’s just her and Bruno and the bed they’re in.

- Bruno is a body worshipper, whispering against her skin the entire time

- Dotes over her after sex. She has to drag him back to bed if she wants any cuddles, he’s so concerned with making sure she’s okay after they’ve both thoroughly enjoyed themselves.

Abbacchio

- He’s had a fair amount of sex. Much of it was drunk sex during his dark point before Bruno recruited him. She would have to bring it up first probably

- Abbacchio is a big guy. That’s all I’m gonna say

- I stand by my earlier headcanons that Abbacchio is a blushy mess in the bedroom when he’s having sex with someone who really means something to him. Smug, but blushing

- Abbacchio is pretty good with oral foreplay. No one is as good as Bruno but just look at his lips, this man knows his lips are good

- His normal pace is a little rough, but he learns the shape of his s/o’s body very quickly and finds a comfortable rhythm

- I’m also a big fan of Abbacchio being underneath her, having her ride him

- Abbacchio isn’t the biggest cuddler, but I could see him immediately pulling her into a shower to attempt to get clean, but mostly for a little more fun. Both of them have a few bruises in the morning. He might leave a hickey or two, and smirks when she brings it up the next day.

Mista

What do you mean I can’t make this set 12x longer than the others

- I know they only showed him flirting in his backstory, but I’m really convinced Mista was kinda a playboy and has had an above-average amount of sex before he joined Passione. So the two of them will probably have their first time together rather early in the relationship

- Mista is a big fan of a woman’s curves. A lot of grabbing her hips, butt, thighs, etc

- He’s got kind of a high sex drive, but by no means would he pressure her into sex. When it happens he’s making sure she is comfortable the entire time.

- Probably not the best at foreplay but he is absolutely gonna try his best so that she can enjoy herself just as much as he will - will absolutely go down on her. He’s at least good with his tongue

- He likes slow, passionate, almost lazy sex. That being said if she starts teasing him or if she really wants to get rough he’ll pick up the pace

- Doesn’t really have a preferred position either, he’ll do whatever feels right in the moment. For the first time he’s probably on top of her just so he can run his hands all over her body

- Cuddles are absolutely necessary after sex. And like... why wouldn’t she want to cuddle with Mista afterwards??? While he runs his fingers over her skin, plants little soft kisses on her... (ooh I want a Mista plz)

Narancia

- Oh lord please help this poor boy. At most he’s had sex maybe a handful of times before. She’s definitely more experienced than he is

- Also kind of a high sex drive, and very excited when she brings up the idea of sex

- Narancia is really sweet the entire time though. He does everything she asks him to do in order to pleasure her. He almost likes pleasuring her more than the actual act of sex.

- Lots of fumbling, it’s very giggly and cute sex. It’s not awkward at all. Narancia probably makes a few jokes that have her laughing

- He’s just gonna sit there with his arms wrapped around her body tightly, peppering her in kisses after they’re done. I absolutely see him as being a big body worshipper. Narancia just loves her so much. She’ll probably have a couple hickies the next day that she’ll have to cover... Narancia beams proudly every time he sees them

Fugo

- Fugo is nervous as heck. He’s been thinking about it of course. Fugo overthinks everything.

- She brings it up, and basically almost drags him away when he agrees. Fugo’s a little intimidated, but at the same time he really likes her and really likes the idea of sex with her

- She’s definitely taking control here. I honestly can’t see Fugo having had much sex so he’s inexperienced and a little stiff, and apologizes a lot during their first time. His awkwardness is charming though

- I’ll be honest he probably comes before her and feels guilty about it. She probably has to show him how to get her off too.

- Fugo holds her close to his chest after sex, enjoys listening to her heartbeat. She’s a comforting presence in a world that has kicked him down so many times. He’s counting his blessings for her, while she plants kisses over his body and reminding Fugo how much she loves him.

~~~

A/N: Hope you enjoyed these as much as i enjoyed writing them. I love all these boys sm

#bree writes #jojo headcanons #spicyyyyy #fem reader #giorno x reader #bruno x reader #abbacchio x reader #mista x reader #narancia x reader #fugo x reader #first time #doin the do

[cherrytdatt]

talk to me

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word count: ~1.6k

Request: Hiii can u write one with Tom. He’s been talking to the reader really flirty and invite her to the pub with the boys. He went to get drinks, the reader goes 5 mins later because he didn’t come back and sees him with a girl. Angst but fluff at the end plz Sorry for my bad English I’m from Argentina!

A/N: i loved your request! i changed it just a little bit, but it was the way my brain decided to work, sorry... 🥺 also i’m really bad at flirting so...i hope you like it.

Playlist: Linger - The Cranberries, Stop Crying Your Heart Out - Oasis,  Every Breath You Take - The Pollice

"Y/N!!!" Harrison screamed your name as soon as you walked into the pub. You shook your head, feeling your cheeks burn cause everyone looked at you. You waved at him and the others in his table and went to the bar to order a beer.

"Hey, guys," you said, seating on the free spot by Tom's side, and they all smiled and greeted you. "What are you guys talking about?"

"These idiots are arguing about something I don't care, so I was just drinking, waiting for you to have someone to talk to," Tom said, pointing to the other boys.

"Well, your agony it's over. I'm here now," you smiled. "Did you order any food?"

"Pizza for me. Burguer for you," he said.

"Did you order me food?" you asked, and he nodded. "How cute, thanks."

"So, how was your week?" he asked, stretching his arm behind your back.

"Awful. I had three exams, two papers, and I got into a fight with a co-worker," you told him. "I'm pretty sure this..." you motioned between you two. "Is the best thing that happened all week," you said.

"I'm happy I'm on the good side of your week," he smiled.

"What about you? What you've been doing?"

"Not much...just enjoying my days off while I can," he shrugged. "Hey... do you wanna hang out tomorrow? I'm running out of things to do," he asked with a smile.

"Sure, what do you wanna do?"

"Pizza and movies?" he offered, knowing you would never say no to that.

"No violent movies. No drama. No terror. And no Marvel movies," you said, laughing at his pout when you said 'no Marvel movies'. "I'll accept comedy or rom-com. Or anything with Saoirse," you listed.

"You're making this too hard," he said, still pouting.

"You can cancel," you quipped.

"Nah...it's a date," he winked at you.

You and Tom had been flirting for months now. In the beginning, soon after Harrison introduced you two, you thought that something could happen. After one month exchanging glances and hugs that lasted longer than they needed, you kind of gave up, thinking that must've been Tom's charm. But sometimes, like now, you couldn't avoid the thought and the feeling that his words could mean something more.

"Hey, I'm heading to the bar. Do you want something?" he asked.

"Another beer, please," you said, swinging your empty bottle. You got up, so he could go to the bar. 

"So... you two?" Harrison asked once Tom was far enough not to hear you.

"What?" you asked, confused.

"When are you two gonna stop being idiots and hook up?"

"I don't know what are you talking about. We're just friends," you lied.

"Sure, and he didn't invite you to spend the day with him tomorrow, knowing that I'm gonna be out with friends, Tuwaine will go see his family, and Harry has a gig in town?" Harrison said, with a malicious smile in his face. "It will be just you two," he added like you didn't have enough information.

"I hang out with you all the time," you argued.

"Yeah...but I never called it a date," he said.

"You're being idiot, and I'm going to the bathroom cause I don't wanna talk about this anymore," you said, leaving the table.

You didn't wanna think about what Harrison said. Sure he wasn't totally wrong, but thinking about Tom like more than friends was stupid, because he was Tom. Cute, charming, kind, good-looking, and insanely hot Tom, and you were you. Cute but awkward, and lazy you. So, it was useless to keep nurturing this idea of you two possibly being together.

And what you saw next just confirmed that. Tom Holland, using all his charm and beauty, on a model-like girl. "Fuck," you mumbled to yourself, feeling your chest tightening, and your mouth getting dryer. He brushed her arm, letting his hand on her elbow after. Suddenly you couldn't hear anything besides your heart beating, and a buzz, that you didn't know where was coming from. "Fuckfuckfuck," you repeated, going back to the table.

"Hey, are you okay?" Harrison's voice was pure noise.

"I have to go," you said, passing by him.

"What happened?" he went after you.

"I just need to go," you said, still walking.

"Y/N! Talk to me!" he grabbed your arm, stopping you. Your eyes glanced at the bar, where the scene kept happening. Harrison followed your eyes, seeing his best friend flirting with a girl in the bar. "I'm sorry, Y/N," he said, hugging you.

"I don't know why I'm acting like this," you let out a humorless chuckle.

"It's okay," he said, stroking your hair. "Let me take you home, okay?" he asked.

"No, I don't wanna ruin your night. I just..." you were feeling your entire body hurt, and you didn't even understand why.

"You're not ruining my night. I'm tired anyway. Let's go home and watch a movie, okay?" he offered with a smile.

"Harrison..." you started.

"I won't accept no as an answer," he said. "Just wait for me outside," he ran his hands up and down your arms, and you nodded.

You walked out of the pub, not looking back. To be honest, you didn't know why you were feeling so bad. You and Tom never had anything, and you told yourself countless times that nothing was going on between you two. Why you were feeling like you had your heart broken, then?

"Hey, guys. I'm leaving," Harrison announced to the boys.

"Where are you going? Where's Y/N?" Tom asked, going back to the table. All the other boys were confused too.

“Is she okay?” Sam asked.

“She was looking sick when she went out,” Harry said.

"She's not feeling good so, I'm gonna take her home," Harrison explained.

"What? Why?" Tom was confused, he talked to you five minutes ago. You were perfectly fine.

"I don't know, mate. She's just leaving," he answered.

"Let me take her home," he said, putting the two bottles he was holding in the table.

"I don't know if it'll be a good idea," Harrison scratched his neck.

"Why not?" Tom asked.

"Look, mate. I can't tell you, okay? It's just...her things. You should talk to her later. Now, I have to go. She's waiting" he said, pointing to the window of the pub.

"Later..." Tom muttered, pushing his friend lightly, and going outside. Harrison watched his friend leave the pub, a frown in his face. He didn't want to put you through more distress, but he knew that talk to Tom, was something you should've done a long time ago.

"You really don't need..." you stopped, seeing that wasn't Harrison going out of the bar.

"What happened?" Tom asked.

"N-nothing..." you lied, felling your chest heavy.

"Why are you leaving? You just asked me to get you a beer," he said, confused.

"I don't know. I'm just not feeling it anymore," you shrugged.

"I don't believe you. We were fine five minutes ago," Tom was confused.

"I really don't wanna talk about it now. Can we talk tomorrow?" you asked, rubbing your eyes and your cheeks.

"Fine," he nodded. "Then, let's go," Tom said, starting to walk.

"Wha...what about Harrison? He was walking me home," you put your hands in your pockets.

"I told him I would take you home," he said, waving for you to follow him.

"I rather have Harrison taking me home," you stated.

"Yeah, well, too bad. If you don't tell me what happened, you'll have to settle for me," he shrugged.

"This is so stupid," you stared at him, weighing your choices.

"So...which one is gonna be?" he asked, and you looked from one side to another, not knowing what to do.

"Why do you do this?" you said with a hurt voice.

"Do what?" he asked.

"Why do you do these nice things, and flirt with me, and when I think that maybe there's something between us, you go and flirt with some random girl?" you blurted out.

"What are you talking about?" he chuckled, making you angrier.

"I'm talking about the girl you were flirting two minutes ago in the bar," you pointed to the pub.

"I...are you jealous?" he asked, a cocky grin appearing on his face.

"I-I'm not...jealous. I'm just...I'm confused. That's all," you stuttered.

"Sure," he said, skeptical.

"Well, now I'm really going home alone," you said, passing by him.

"No! First, you are gonna tell me why you are jealous of a friend that I don't see in months, that was telling me how she got engaged two months ago," he said, with a smile, raising one eyebrow, and you froze.

"I'm not...I'm not jealous," you said, and he laughed. "I'm leaving," you said, starting to walk, annoyed and embarrassed.

"I like you too," he said, and you stopped. "I was afraid I was getting the signs wrong since you are nice with everyone, so I was waiting for a confirmation, and you just gave me," he said, and you turned to look at him. A smile threatening to rise on your face. "I like you too," he repeated.

You waited a few seconds, absorbing what he said. "I'm not nice to everyone," you replied.

"I tell you that I like you, and that's the part you decide to comment on?" he laughed. "You are unbelievable," he shook his head.

"Do you still wanna take me home?" you asked, a half smile on your face.

"Sure," he walked to you. "But first, I'm doing this," he said, holding your face with one hand and pulling you closer, ending the distance between your lips.

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[twstdreams]

hi! i’ve seen a lot of romance headcannons so if it’s ok with you could i plz request some family headcannons? what would it be like having leona, ruggie, ace, cater, and epel as big brothers? (reader is little sister) if you’re not comfortable writing this you don’t have to! thanks for reading my request:)

YES, YOU CAN! I love writing siblings and platonic content. I will happily accept family and friends centred requests. My OC has a platonic relationship with everyone, and in another fandom, I wrote an entire series with Big Brother! Character and Little Sister! Reader. Given that I have sibling(s) too, this is well within my comfort range even if I’m the older one. 

Big Brother! Leona, Ruggie, Ace, Cater, and Epel & Little Sister! Reader

Leona Kingscholar

100% is lazy and abuses his older sibling privileges. This exchange is common for the two of you:

“Go get this for me.”

“Why?!”

“Because I’m older!”

You two exchange playful jabs all the time. Him calling you weaker or silly, you replying about how he’s lazy and you could beat him anyway since he never gets off his butt

You have definitely whacked his face with a pillow

Speaking of which you adore waking him up to see his scrunched up expression as you remove the pillow from under his head and pull away the blankets

When you were younger, you definitely used water once or twice to wake him up when you were really pissed

Leona isn’t actively protective, yeah you’re weaker than him, but that doesn’t mean you’re actually weak

His position and power usually are enough to ward off someone, but if anyone decides to physically hurt you and leave a mark, they better be prepared to get it back tenfold. It’s basically a direct challenge to Leona, and any idiot that thinks they can hurt his little sister and get away with it has to be put in their place 

He brushes it off as whatever, maybe a slight against his pride, but you know if you were ever really in danger, he’d help you

You’re never getting help with your homework though

Ruggie Bucchi

Now that he’s older and your family isn’t in such a tight place, he shares, but OH BOY did you two fight when you were kids

Food, toys, clothing, stationery, you two fought over it all

“HEY! That’s mine!”  was a very common phrase

Looking back, it’s a little embarrassing, especially for Ruggie given he’s the older sibling, but hey kids are kids. Neither of you brings it up often if only because both of you have so much ammo against each other, it would never end

You both care about each other but very much need your own personal space and things

You have probably thrown a slipper at one another telling the other sibling to get out of your room

If you two shared a room, at one point in your childhood, there was a string dividing the room in two

With age, the two of you have mellowed out but you still fight from time to time. No, you’re not doing the dishes for him, you already have to do the laundry!

Ruggie is a pretty helpful older brother, but you gotta ask. He’s not going to hover over you or constantly ask how you’re doing

At the end of the day, the two of you have each other’s back 

Ace Trappola

The two of you have fun and goof around a lot, Ace isn’t very serious and his brightness shines when you play games together

He’s a pretty chill older brother, not overbearing at all

When you two argue, it’s ugly. You have explosive fights because he goads you and can be quite mean, and you aren’t one to just roll over and take it. 

You’ve lived together for a long time and Ace knows how to hit you where it hurts. If he’s not careful, he can be quite cruel and brutal 

Ace doesn’t intend to be so mean, but you’re both growing up together and it took a while to establish boundaries

He always wavers when you cry, he hates seeing tears trail down your face and he despises that he’s the cause of it all

He helps you here and there in little gestures like reminders to do things or wake you up so you’re not late for school

Yes, he loves you, no he is not going to do the chores for you

Cater Diamond

He is the nice older brother that all your friends think is so cool

He knows all the latest trends and rumours, so it’s easy to treat him like your friend. He just gets it and you don’t have to explain things to him

He comes off as pretty loose when it comes to you, and he does respect that you’re independent but he keeps an eye on you

When you were a kid he indulged you as his cute little sister and dressed up for miniature tea parties 

He gives you many head pats and ruffles your hair lightly

Despite all the cheeriness, it’s in your fights that you remember he can be so heartless

He can and will hold a grudge for as long as he needs. Days after fights are so heavy that your heart feels like lead. Apologies are stifled and awkward but necessary. 

If he apologizes too, then it’s fine after you two give each other a bit of space. If you feel like you’re always the one apologizing, it can get messy. You feel hurt by it, but even more so, you’re tired.

He cares but he’s not always empathetic, and he is more than willing to let you sort out your own mess. If things get out of hand, then he’ll step in and help

Epel Felmier

He is so sweet, sweeter than apple pie to his darling sister

Guaranteed, you look like a doll and Epel goes shopping with you to pick out cute pieces and accessories

The genes in this family are blessed with porcelain smooth skin and long wispy lashes

As kids, you’d constantly play pretend and Epel would be your prince or knight as you two went on adventures

You hate if anyone suggests Epel isn’t a good brother because of his fragile aesthetic and dispel all rumours

There are no secrets between you two and the two of you share a lot of furtive knowing looks and inside jokes

He totally gives into your tears. Epel absolutely cannot handle it when your eyes begin to well and tears spill

He’s pretty doting, so if you want boundaries, you have to be firm and fair. Epel won’t take it well if he feels like you’re trying to shut him out of your life.

He has a couple peculiarities or pet peeves that you have to abide by, he can be pretty finicky at times

Epel loves you with all his heart and you love him too

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