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#DabiHawks holding hands

Hawks, who convinces Dabi to go on a date, where they're both disguised in obnoxiously patterned jackets— a sure crime Hawks dug up from the back of his closet from an old photoshoot— pulled up so high past their mouths and sunglasses darker than night, Dabi doesn't really get it.

Doesn't really know how this is any different than when they slink with the shadows of night, but Hawks looks pleased even beneath the disguise and they're headed off to some unknown dining Hawks fancies. His eyes shift to Dabi's every so often, hand dropped against his side just brushing against Dabi's with every step like he wants to... wants to hold his hand.

So Dabi does it for him, doesn't think about what it means, doesn't think about it being their first, when he grabs Hawks' hand and slots their palms flat together, entwines their fingers and holds it firm against his side.

Hawks' hand automatically curls right along with his, smaller but thicker than Dabi's fingers and it's the first time he's noticed that too.

It feels like the right move when Hawks stares steady fast ahead now, his grip on Dabi's just as tight.

They're in sync, they're walking down the broadlights of Fukuoka, they're holding hands and no one is batting them an eye.

"Y'know," Hawks starts after a moment, "I've never..."

Held hands where it counted, Hawks thinks wordlessly, the last time being the distant memory of his mother's hand grabbing his to keep him from wandering off.

The sentence hangs, but Dabi fills in the blanks.

Never held hands?

Dabi doesn't have to look to know birdie is radiating happiness, the palm of his hands growing warm beneath Dabi's permanent heat.

It's nothing crazy and Hawks knows that, but still it feels like a first of a moment and he's never had, a normal moment before.

Dabi hasn't either.

They don't talk about it and Dabi, doesn't make him.

This is for Hawks.

We should bring back slut shaming, like I will be put down if he continues.

I cant belive im so down for this man and his broken English

hey so this is actually insane xavier! (Fuck me, overstimulate me, breed me)

Imagine running upto Mammon and throwing your arms around him- tackle his ass!!!- and kiss both his cheeks, quickly, before you kiss his lips <3

His reaction is so cute!!!! His arms immediately wrapping around you, so you don’t fall. His eyes widen at the sudden action and he hesitates for a second before returning the kiss, his cheeks turn bright red as he blushes, trying and failing to compose himself a bit~

Then he’s pulling back just enough to breathe but your foreheads are still touching, "What was that for?! Or did ya just miss me that much, human?...” 

“Just because, I love you!….and I missed you.” you smile and kiss his nose, “Damn…ya really know how to get me with all this lovey-dovey stuff…” and you just giggling before pressing your lips to his again <3

Part Four of "Stand Here on the Edge With Me" is out on ao3 today!

Read it here!

I need this engraved in my eyeballs

Drunk!Geto would be so clingy with you. He was brought into the house by Nanami and Gojo and he instantly latched onto you once you opened the door. He would sweetly talk about how much he loved you and how much you meant to him. When you responded to him with the same affection he would get all happy, he also was more bold. Letting his hands run down your hips to grab your ass as he talked to you in a drunk affectionate tone like he wasn’t grabbing your ass. When he got into bed with you, he would keep his head resting on your chest listening to your heartbeat as he hummed. He would lift his head and look at you with a small frown when he felt you try to move away from him. All he wanted was for you to be close to him, even if he was drunk.

MY SHAYLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(WIP - this is the only teaser you get ;3)

I know I already made him as AoD but this is gonna be different and it's for a different thing :) (AKA for my rp blog; @compassionatevanillaorchid)

Stay tuned!~

sorry i cried in front of you. do you still think im cool?

if anyone i know irl found my tumblr i think i would have to crawl into a hole and die

i think haters of the secret history just dont understand the point of the novel. its supposed to make you hate the characters. its about the dangers of living for the aesthetic. you dont like how charles' character progressed? Yeah neither did i that was the point. its such a cleverly written novel and theyre such deep characters. take charles again for example. in the beginning his drinking problem wasn't even a problem, it was just a silly quirk of his personality and something that made him the way he was but slowly it became a huge problem, sending him to jail and then to hospital and causing camilla to get unto a lot of trouble with henry and damaging his relationships with francis and Richard, and ultimately causing Henry's suicide. its about having awareness of the concequences of our actions. while it would have been nice for the fully good characters to have killed the inherently bad character of bunny and gotten away with it aided by a clever plan then lived happily ever after that would have destroyed the point of the book. it reflected reality and i think that was one of the beautiful things about the text along with the way it was written (donna tartts prose is unmatched. fight me.) . also the way the characterswere from a moral standpoint changed drastically too. the pov of richard made us agree with the rest of them thanks to the manipulation tactics from henry and while he is the most unreliable of narrators this adds to the effect of the novel.

anyway my opinions on this are VERY strong and i could go on for hours

giggling and kicking my feet at the fact astarion and karl heisenberg have the same VA

subtle things simon ‘ghost’ riley does for you

masterlist | simon has a crush on you | captain john price version

everybody on the base is aware of one thing. first – to not mess with the skull masked lieutenant. second – to not mess with the skull masked lieutenant’s favorite. it's clear that simon has taken a liking to you, but he disguises it well enough for it to sweep under your radar.

just knowing eye stares. god. he's such a sucker for just staring at you, be it when you guys are training, when there's a meeting going on, in the barracks, when somebody says something stupid. he looks to you as a form of reassurance, giving you a slight nod most of the time. this is his way to communicate. he's thankful for his mask because he knows damn well he's blushing underneath when his eyes meet yours and you give him a big grin.

speaking of eye contact, if any time ghost says something sarcastic under his breath and you hear it despite being across the room, he will absolutely wink at you. it's disguised so so well omg. especially if you mention something that's a known joke between the two of you, god he’ll just lean back, give you a wink and continue listening to the briefing. (he also subtly checks you out by the way)

has a habit of just messing your hair. he knows it irritates you, but that's just his way of showing affection. the first time he reached out his gloved hand to mess your hair, price just grinned. he knew simon was smitten.

he lets you ramble on and on about things you like, dislike, philosophical debates, anything really, with him occasionally adding quips. soap is so shocked at simon’s change of attitude because when he talks for a minute, the lieutenant just asks him to shut up.

he secretly makes things easy for you. like you gotta carry big boxes to the warehouse? they’ll be done before you know it. a report is holding you up? it's already stapled and on your desk. “what else?” he asks. he's terribly intuitive as well, so he knows when something is bothering you.

has a habit of just standing behind you. that's his way of looking out for you. and if he senses any danger, you best believe he's gonna be on his A game. be it a sniper or be it some new private that made a suggestive remark, he’ll put them straight.

he's your biggest supporter except he's constipated in actually supporting. you did pretty well on a mission? most you’re getting out of him is “you did good, yeah?” but that's it.

he's also so so smug with his remarks. i’m talking constant shit eating grins, smirks, fucking irritating cocky behavior but he’s so hot with it. “you think you can take on me?” even with his mask on, u can just tell!! “oh yeah? c'mere and prove me wrong”

fucking simp enjoys training with you soooo much like especially the ‘first one to get pinned loses’ he puts you down so easily. but then he coaches you as well “c’mon you can fight better than this” as he points out other techniques to use. “atta girl” (i’m gonna kms). always the person to challenge you and push you to your limits because he's not taking a risk when it comes to your life.

✮ PHOTO BOOTH

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↳ nick sturniolo x masc reader

↳ words - 1487

↳ summary - you go on an innocent trip to the mall with nick and his brothers but it ends not so innocently. nick finally making the move that he always teases you about…

↳ contains - smut, semi-public, slight hair pulling, riding, swearing, anal sex, pet names (good boy + baby)

↳ song - eyes don’t lie by isabel larosa

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me, nick, chris, and matt walk around a mall, looking for stuff for their video they need to film, and just for fun. chris and matt walk in front of us, nick constantly spotting me next to him. his eyes always glued onto me, it’s intimidating but… well it’s hot.

i’ve always noticed him like this, with all the times i hang out with them. i’m always the one nick focuses on, stares at, teases, touches… his arm on my shoulder, knee touching knee, his palm on mine. i don’t mind, shit if i wasn’t so nervous around him i’d make a move for sure, i just try to do the subtle things, try and make sure that he knows i don’t mind.

we all stand in a small shop, nicks brothers grabbing whatever they need, nick continuing to stare over at me, starting to lean his arm on my shoulder as he does a lot, “you’re awfully quiet” he teases, whispering in my ear as his nose brushes above my ear making my spine run cold. “don’t have much to say,” i turn my head a little, shrugging and looking into his eyes but immediately getting shy and turning back, my cheeks flushing red.

“i think me and matt are gonna try to find it over there,” chris points out the door of the store and into another as him and matt turn the corner quickly, barley looking at us as they go to the other side. nick takes his arm off me and starts to walk out, me not moving yet, “don’t just stand there,” nick giggles, gesturing me to follow him.

i walk along with him, it’s pretty empty at this time in here, it is kinda late. i tend to walk slower than nick, him already much ahead of me, he notices and turns around shouting back at me, “you’re so slow” he laughs out again and stops, standing and waiting for me so i can catch up to him, he quickly takes my hand when i’m closer and starts walking at his speed, “cmon.”

my body flushes cold again, his fingers on mine make my mouth curve into a smile as i look at our hands intertwined, i’m basically foaming at the mouth just by his touch. we walk around aimlessly, just bored until eventually nick stops, “hey a photo booth… let’s go in?” he looks at me, smiling, not even letting me get a word out before he pulls both of us in.

there’s really only room for one person but nick seems to make it work just fine. he sits down on the small bench, pulling me from my hips onto him, making him laugh as i stumble onto him. there’s a screen parallel from us letting us see how we look, “you look good,” he whispers in my ear again, his grin being felt on my neck.

his hands stay on my hips, a slight hardness being felt below me, his hands grip onto my hips harder as i move myself a little, just trying to get more comfortable. “maybe you should get off-“ his breath hitches as i move again, his head being slightly thrown back, “-you’re doing bad things to me…” he whispers, one hand leaving my hips and going to pulling my head up by my hair. “fuck-“ i mumble, whining at the stinging pain from it.

“or is this just what you wanted?” he smirks again, his lips brushing against my neck still. his hands on my waist starts to slightly move me, having me grind on his bulge. i see nick looking at the screen in front of us, staring at me as my head leans down, my teeth gently biting my lip and my hands balancing myself on his thighs, my own bulge starting to grow.

“to get me fucking worked up? look i see the way you stare back at me, all nervous and shy, but i know you dream about this… you need me don’t you?” my breath continues to stay unsteady, grinding on nicks lap. “hm? is this what you want baby? answer me.” one of his hands start to move to the front of my body, resting on my jeans making me whine out, “mph- i need you…” i say softly, my eyes closing for a little as nicks fingers travel over my bulge.

“good boy,” he smiles, his nose brushing by my ear, rustling my hair. his hand moves to unzip my pants, letting go of my hair to let me catch a break. his hands try to pull down my jeans but it doesn’t work that well with both us sitting, “stand up baby,” he says as his hands move off me.

i rise to be on my feet as nick stands up behind me too, “mm, so handsome” he smiles, looking at the screen again as he wraps his arms around me, his head leaning in the crook of my neck. he rests there as his hands start to move down, successfully letting my pants drop off me.

“nick- what if someone sees us,” his hand massages against the hard outline in my boxers, making me bite my lip, trying not to let out any noise. “no one’s here… and i need you. now.” he smiles, starting to kiss my neck as my eyes shut, my head slightly leaning back and my body almost shaking from nicks fingers teasing me.

his hand stops and he stands straight, his touch leaving me. his hands move to his own pants, quickly pulling them down to his ankles, boxers going with them. he smiles more, staring at the screen of both of us. his hand pulls on my waistband, letting it slap back against my skin, “you too?” his hands loop on the inside of them, slightly pushing them down barley an inch. “please…” he laughs a little, finally pulling my boxers all the way off.

nick then sits back down, pulling my waist to sit on him again. i stumble onto his lap, sitting on his thigh as his hardness brushes against my skin behind me. “nick, please.” i beg, slightly arching my back to nudge him. he leans forward, one hand on my shoulder he whispers again, “make sure to be quiet.” he leans back, spitting in his hand as he strokes himself a few before patting at my hips signaling me to lift myself on him, which i do.

he lines himself up with me as my hands balance myself on his thighs, using them to guide me down onto him. i let out a quiet moan as he feel him inside me, trying my best to be quiet. he holds my waist, my hands gripping onto his legs still as he slowly guides me up and down on him. “nick-“ i whine out as he speeds up a little, he leans toward me again, letting his hands still hold me as he kissing at my neck and jaw.

“mmm, fuck you’re so good,” he moans onto my skin as i feel his hand graze over my hardness, staring to jerk me off as he thrusts into me, moving faster and faster. i bite down on my lip harder as i try not to make any sound but letting small whines and moans to leave my mouth.

my head leans back as i feel nick all over me, fuck this is all i could ever ask for. “nick-“ my breath hitches, being cut off by my climax, letting myself go all over his fingers, my grip in his thighs loosening. “fuck baby…” he grins on my neck, moving back from me as he lifts me up, pulling out before pumping himself, letting himself go too.

“you’re so good for me,” he smiles, wrapping his arms around me, once again staring at the screen in front of us, all messy and fucked. i stand up from his arms, pulling back up my clothes quickly as i turn around to face nick. “shit, we gotta get out of here” i zip up my pants as nick remembers that we didn’t go here alone. “fuck.”

he gets dressed again as we fix each other up, i grab his hand, about to pull him out of the booth but he pulls me to him. he grabs my face to kiss me, letting go as we smile at each other, “cmon” i pull him up as we get out.

we walk around the mall, trying to find matt and chris, acting like we didn’t just fuck in a photo booth. eventually we bump into them, “jesus, where the fuck have you two been? we looked around the whole mall,” chris looks at us, kinda annoyed. “we got lost?” nick shrugs, smiling at me as chris squints, his eyes looking from me to nick, nick to me, “uh okay whatever let’s go.”

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