He Likes A Boy

「23」 by @iheartedluca

NSFT Alphabet: Fool's Gold

Thank you @turbulentscrawl for this help on this!

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

There is no aftercare nor does he expect aftercare, sorry guys. He is not the touchy-feely time at first and it takes a lot to get him there. He will humor you, let you get your cuddles in but you can feel how onesided it is.

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

Considering his body is mostly rocks rather than flesh, he will be crude and say his dick. At least that still is there and working. On you, everything, you are still soft, still alive, and your heart beats and races for him.

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

His cum is not white, full monster fucker, his cum is black and he likes how it looks smeared on your face and stomach

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

This guy would just tell you most of his thoughts, however, he has one: he wants to watch his survivor self fuck you. It is because he wants to see himself, as he was, touch you, and you touching him. Though he def not going to be nice to Norton during the whole thing. 

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

So tbh he only has ever slept with you, the man doesn't trust like that even though he makes some dirty comments he actually won't follow them through unless it is with you

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Full nelson heh

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

He can be an asshole and kinda funny in bed

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

He has no hair on the skin parts of his body

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

Simple guy, i dont think anything special, he teases a lot and can get really possessive in the moment

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He does it if bored and you aren’t around to keep him busy. He rather your mouth or hand on him

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He won't outwardly say it but making you bark is prob the hottest thing he has ever seen you do and will use his belt more often as a leash on you (sorry guys lol I'm not)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere and anytime (in front of Norton too lol)

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

Anything he just a simple man with simple needs and he will do it during a match (tie or flawless only)

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

He will not sub or verse (receive like pegging) 

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

Both he likes receiving more so but he 100% will give (let you sit on his face too)

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

Fast and rough 

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

Often does quickies with you just to make you pent up for later

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

He will do most things so long has the end goal is reached (he cums you cum, maybe mostly him cumming he can watch you get yourself off)

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

As a hunter he can go on for hours, often you have to tell him to stop because he can go on for a long time

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

Why is his cock not enough? He might entertain a vibrator (a modern one) but tbh no just use him 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Very unfair

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

He can be loud and he talks a lot during the do but you like hearing him become a mess where he is only groaning and moaning

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

He often doesn't know his own strength and often you are covered in bruises. You have to tell him ease up and he does

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

12inches, the dick of life-changing (his survivor self too) no lie he is packing pray you can handle that

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

High with you

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He doesn't need to sleep tbh and if in the mood he might stay around to watch you sleep

Hello hello i really love your writing like so much i cant even explain. Do you mind writing for vivid bad squad first kiss with GN!reader like the one you wrote with wxs ? Thank you !!

A/N: wahoo thank u!! Ego boost wheeheehee

Prompt: none

Pairing(s): An Shiraishi x reader, Akito Shinonome x reader, Kohane Azusawa x reader, Toya Aoyagi x reader

CW: Akito gets a bit jealous???

Notes: gn!reader, slight hurt/comfort on Toya's

summer baby!!

adrenaline rush

Bright, neon lights flashed over the crowd, your girlfriend jumping onstage to the beat. You hadn't seen a solo event of hers in forever, but the bass thrumming in your chest, and the cutting sound of her voice made it feel like you never really left.

The crowd went wild, bobbing up and down with her to the beat, singing along. Even though it was a smaller venue, the atmosphere was unmatched. No one cared about the humidity, nor the cramped space, it was just them, and the music.

You were, thankfully, not in the mob of people, instead opting for a safer spot backstage. It had a great view of AN, but you weren’t getting squashed between the eventgoers. And, as a bonus, was perfect for being the first person to hug her after a performance.

Speaking of, here she came! Eyes glittering, and lips stretched wide, she bounded offstage, hooking her arms around your neck.

Almost instinctively, you wrapped your arms around her waist, spinning her around in a tight circle. You could feel energy resonating throughout her body, and the heat it brought to the surface of her sticky-slick skin.

As soon as you let go of her, she let out a cheerful laugh, letting herself bask in the afterglow of her performance. It had only been a moment after letting her go, when she pulled you closer again, eyes sparkling with glee.

"Kiss me!"

"What?!"

"You heard what I said, kiss me!"

You didn't know who kissed who, but now your lips were together, in a fast-paced, but chaste kiss. Heartbeat thumping loudly in your ears, you could feel the same from her.

If you'd looked closer, you could tell her ears were becoming increasingly redder, but alas, the butterflies batting at your ribcage was enough to distract you from your surroundings. Her lips tasted of cherry chapstick, and peppermint gum, her warmth contrasting starkly against the cold kiss.

She pulled away, adrenaline finally calming down a little, embarrassment seeping onto her cheeks. "O-okay, let's go! Mizuki gets off work soon, so we should hurry!"

autumn boy!!

a little bit of jealousy never hurt anyone

"Akito! What's wrong? You've been a grouch since this morning!" You asked, tucking your phone away to look at your boyfriend.

AKITO's frown deepened, creasing the skin between his brows. "I'm not being a grouch."

"Are too!" You pressed him harder. "Did something happen at home again?"

He shook his head, shoving his hands in his pockets. "No... well, unless you count my sister eating the last slice of cheesecake yesterday-"

"Oh, hush, you do that to her all the time too, dummy!" You pinched his cheek. "What's got your cute face all scrunched up like a pug?"

"Wha- I do not look like a pug!" He huffed. "I've just been doing a lot of events."

"Are you sure that's all? You're just tired?" You leaned closer to him.

“Yes.” He turned his cheek, a tint in his face betraying his gruff demeanour. “But…”

“But?” You repeated, looking at him intently.

He grumbled something incoherent, going redder in the face, a shade off from the topping on those raspberry cheesecakes he liked so much.

“Hm? What was that?” You asked curiously. “You’re mumbling again.”

“I said…” he took a breath. “You… kissed An on the cheek this morning. And…”

You laughed, grinning at him. “Is that what it is? You’re jealous of An?”

“I—I’m not—”

“Why didn’t you just say so?” You cut him off. “Here, I’ll do you one better!”

Cupping his jaw, you leaned forward, his skin impossibly hot under your touch. His breathing hitched as your eyes flicked up to his for a moment, before you pressed your lips to his.

His muscles tensed under his skin, relaxing again when you stroked his cheek with your thumb. He melted against you, leaning into the kiss eagerly.

You were the first to pull back, watching him jump back with a heavy blush after you.

“I—I’m gonna go, uh, to meet Toya, and the others.” He stumbled over his words uncharacteristically, walking off.

“See you tomorrow!” You laughed, waving goodbye at him.

“Uh, yeah.” He waved back. “Bye!”

flowergirl!!

just a little taste

"KOHANE..." You dragged out your girlfriend's name sweetly.

You'd gone to the rooftop to eat, and since Minori was out with a cold, the two of you got to be alone together; a school-date! Totally adorable, but not so fancy that she gets nervous.

"Hmm?" She hummed, swallowing the bite of the sesame ball she was eating. "Yes?"

Leaning in closer, you batted your eyes at her. "Can I have a bite?"

“Oh…” she paused, looking down guiltily at her container; empty. “I’m sorry, that was the last one… do you want something else?“ She quickly pushed her bento onto your lap, shifting her weight onto her other arm to support her while she did so.

When she looked up, she seemed to notice just how close she was, as did you. Your breathing hitched for a moment when you looked at her eyes, before she moved away promptly. “…no, no I’m fine, no need to give me your lunch! Heh, you’re so thoughtful, Kohane!”

"I–I'm just trying to be a good girl–girlfriend!" She stumbled on the word, still getting used to it. "Plus, after you paid on our last date, it feels wrong to just..."

You smiled, leaning closer again to catch her gaze. "It feels wrong? I guess if it's feels wrong, I can take a taste like this, right?"

Leaning forward, you laid a gentle hand on her leg. Surprisingly, she didn't budge, in fact, albeit looking a little embarrassed, she seemed to gravitate towards you as well.

The kiss was short lived and chaste, but it still managed to leave your heart pounding. Her lips tasted like the strawberry chapstick she always kept on her, and the sesame she had just eaten. It was sweet, and soft, just like her.

She was the first to pull away, covering her face with both hands, reddening significantly.

"There, now..." you paused, regaining composure. "Now I got a taste, so you can stop feeling bad about the date I paid for, right?"

winter winds!!

kiss of comfort

Rubbing at your boyfriend's back, you frowned in slight at his current condition. TOYA laid in your lap, face buried in your sweater. He wasn't crying, but he wasn't speaking either, claiming he just wanted to sit with you for a moment.

He'd come to your home earlier, didn't utter a word upon entry, but rather opted to wrap his arms around you at the door. It was only when you tapped him to get him to explain, when he finally spoke.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to see you."

You watched him turn around in your lap, laying on his back to look skyward. His eyes seemed clouded over, before they landed on your curious face.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong? I don't want to pressure you, but I want to know if you're okay." You finally spoke, breaking the silence.

He took a breath, before humming a yes. "I'm alright. I was just a little upset, and the arcade was closed... so I came to the next best place."

Though he looked the same as always, he had that troubled look on his face from whenever something went wrong. He was gorgeous, as always, but in a somber, delicate way, that made you want to kiss him better.

He welcomed the gentle touch of your lips, first on his forehead, down to his nose, and one feather-light, lingering kiss to his lips. It was bittersweet for a first kiss, but oddly fitting.

When you pulled away, he cracked a small smile. "What was that for?"

"For that smile of yours, of course." You matched his grin.

☆ "weeping clown" ; general sfw & nsfw headcanons

pairing / weeping clown x afab gn! reader

disclaimer / possessive nature, choking fixation, body worship, orgasm denial

word count / 1,335 words

author's note / i wanted more miserable, pathetic, lore accurate toxic weepy so i decided to just write it myself.

SFW

☆ a very clingy man that is far too quiet to ever be the one to initiate a conversation with you. after all, how dare he have such thoughts when you’re shining all so bright. altruist you can say but behind it, he is all but possessive.

☆ you will always find letters forwarded to you by someone of anonymity but his handwriting is all but so familiar. you will always feel a set of eyes following you in everything you do around the circus. whether it be practicing for your next act, applying your makeup, eating, or paying attention to your own body care, it's always on you.

☆ weeping clown by his stage name is very self explanatory. even with his wishes of being so much more than what he is branded by, he carries on his sorrowful demeanor behind the stage. meeting you, whether you’re the first to ever truly acknowledge him or give him the light of day of your time, he will think of that interaction of so much more.

☆ he’s completely infatuated by you, not having the guts or confidence to ever approach you, he will make gifts for you in secrecy, going to great lengths to have it personally delivered to you by a postman to possibly hide the fact that it was him all along.

☆ however, you have suspected the clown for awhile now. the way his eyes avoid your own, his stuttering and brightening red state of his. you have always thought of it as normal for the clown, his cowering state, but there is just something about him that rang alarm bells.

☆ weeping is easily flustered. any hint of your attention on him has him already a profused bashful state. especially any physical contact with each other, even if it’s just holding hands, his hands will instantly clam up and become so warm. he gets embarrassed at these times and would begin to avoid eye contact so you wouldn’t have to see him in such a “pathetic condition”.

☆ kissing the weeping clown is rough due to his very chapped lips. he’s a clumsy and messy kisser, having no prior experience and frankly, only kisses with pure want and no thoughts at all behind it as if you’re going to disappear on him. you’ll always feel his hands messily messing the back of your hair and at times, when he’s pushing his tongue down on you, he loves it when you tug down on his scarf.

☆ his love, to be blunt, is completely unconditional. it doesn’t matter if you kill someone with your own bare hands, even if his idea of you shatters, his ideology still stands. he’s a man that is completely obsessed with the idea of you and while it is a harmful train of thoughts, that obsession turns into a sick love.

☆ even if his love comes from a twisted place, he cares for you in his own little way. he’s overprotective of you and attentive to your mental and emotional needs of yours. if someone is bugging you, he’s immediately on the band wagon in planning on how he’s specifically going to privately and in secrecy, handle it.

NSFW

☆ weeping is not a confident man as we all know, and especially in bed. even if he’s bigger than most, around 8 inches or so, he is all but insecure about the approach. he’s a virgin and only has experience by touching himself late at night, clutching a crumpled picture of you and imagining your hands pumping his cock.

☆ he’s always the type to indulge in his personal fantasies and to finally have it happen to him, he’s all but overjoyed but extremely confused and insecure on how you can ever pick someone like him. he has always dreamed of you touching him, even when he’s ashamed of such thoughts when facing you upfront, he’d always go hard over the smallest things from you.

☆ your voice, your lips, your eyes on his, your scent, you brushing skin contact with him even if it’s just a small graze, oh god his dick is practically about to burst out his boxers. he loves the rough feeling of his dick begging to be dicked down and would often grind himself in his own boxers, imagining that friction is your pussy.

☆ he would get so long in those surreal fantasies of his, wanting to just breed you. but once actually having you, his insecurities of having little to no experience comes crashing down once more. you’ll be on his lap and he’ll be completely dumbfounded, absolutely having no idea where to put or place his arms and would stare at you undressing on him which god, is so hot to him.

☆ he’s the type to just cum right then and there in whatever you do to his body. touching his cock, oh he’s already seeing stars and tearing up. your warm mouth on his, he’s grinding his waist and dragging you by your hair to go deeper and deeper, causing you to choke and him getting off by your gagging sounds.

☆ he’s a big crier during it all, his eyes seeming to always tear up whenever he feels absolutely stimulated or from pure happiness, he’ll always throw his head back and bites his lips to the point it begins to start bleeding and then planting his blood soaked lips on yourself.

☆ body worship. weeping clown is ashamed of his disability and amputee, but you praising it and giving it utmost attention (not just only during sex of course) gives him an unexplainable emotion such as relief of your acceptance of him. how you don’t immediately shun him.

☆ he loves to worship you and your entire being, not just being the only one praised. he will always be going on and on, muttering about your beauty. he always feels as though he shouldn’t even have the privilege to be in your presence, let alone touch you. it’s an emotional moment for him the entire time, enveloping himself to your existence.

☆ he absolutely can’t get enough of you, always loving it when he’s the one on your lap or vice versa, he loves to look up at you and you wiping his tears off with your thumb. he loves to nuzzle on the palm of your hand every time you do it. once he’s more familiar and confident with your body, he finds himself more and more lost in sex.

☆ he’s a verbal partner, always gasping and lowering his moans. it’s not a hard feat to have him a mess over you and especially when you’re verbal, he can’t help but feel good knowing he’s the one getting those reactions out of you.

☆ he loves it when you deny him of his orgasm. tie him behind his waist and fuck his cock with your finger, palm, boobs, thighs, anything. he’ll start whining and drawing his voice out, begging for your touch, his tears practically streaming out by then.

☆ bouncing on his cock, he’s still so scared over the fact that you’re in his but he can’t help but get so lost in your touch. he’ll watch you with astonishment, watching your boobs bounce along your actions and begin latching his mouth on the bud of your nipples and sucking on it to the point there’ll be a prominent, red mark.

☆ aftercare with weeping clown would be him cleaning you up with a rag and bringing you the glass of water from the bedside, very quiet and unsure on what else to talk about. it’s a comfortable silence on your part but for the clown, he’s particularly anxious. you’ll have to be the one praising and tucking him for the night. during these moments, he’s especially emotional. he never wants to let go of this moment and then, decide to do everything that he can to keep you by his side no matter what.

FUCK orpheus, and not in the good way. id bodyslam that bitch and have him eat the damn DIRT.

i was on the fence about him but after game 3 info, I'll knock his teeth out

im a ganji defender for LIFE (he's my husband so ofc)

no fr, kinda feel really gross about it rn

game 10 silly doodles

soul catcher fool's gold concept

i love this so much I'm gonna die

Hi there!! Can I req a Matthias x reader where the reader is very nice yet shy, and Matthias fell for their kindness but is afraid to confess cause he might lose them(who's the first and only person to show him genuine care)?

(But he's also bad at hiding his feelings)

Or maybe a scenario where he has a difficult time sleeping and finds himself impulsively knocking on your door— regretful of his actions but he can't back out now that you're standing in front of the open door, curious from the unexpected visit.

He's a new char so I hardly find any fics about him and I'm desperate💔 you can change the scenario!! I'm really just desperate uehdhsishd(⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

hi anon i LOVED these ideas! i tried to combine both of them into one, i hope it satisfies what you wanted!! ♡

falling slowly 🪡

Matthias isn’t one to act on impulse.

He’ll let his thoughts fester aimlessly inside him, hoping the darker among them someday fizzle out. He’ll watch precious chances fly past him, fearing the consequences of a risk taken too rashly. A missed opportunity is better than another tragedy. A guarded mind is better than a broken heart. But some restless nights drive him to desperation, and tonight that leads him to you.

He stands outside your bedroom door, arms stiff against his sides. He’s passed by this room countless times before, as the two of you occasionally walk each other back to your rooms. But never has he come here on his own, never without explicit permission.

He gingerly raises his hand, letting it hover above your doorframe. All of a sudden, he loses his words. What would he say? I can’t sleep, I need you to check for monsters under my bed? I need you to stay with me until I fall asleep? I need you to tuck me in? What a baby. He can already picture the look you’d send him: a smile that’s trying too hard to be polite, a shabby effort at concealing the judgment within. You wouldn’t turn him down directly, even though he knows you’d want to. Kindhearted people love to dance in circles before saying anything that might offend. He’s all too familiar with this game. Normally, your kindness is something he loves about you, but all he can do now is curse it under his breath. If only you were crueler to him, like most people are, then he wouldn’t have let his hopes inflate his head. He would’ve known never to even consider stopping by your room. He would’ve known to avoid this situation altogether.

His fingers close into a fist, and it’s then he realizes he’s quivering slightly. Louis wouldn’t have a problem in this scenario. That thought piques Matthias most. His “factory defect” has locked him in place yet again, and all he can do is swallow down the reminder of his incompetence. It’s just a door, for God’s sake.

He flexes his fingers one last time, glancing around as if worried someone might catch him. Then he strikes his fist. It’s a clumsy motion, rattling your door on its hinges, and his heart leaps to his throat. A courteous knock would have three raps or so, not the jarring thud! he made — nobody in their right mind would imagine that’s a welcome visitor, right? Especially not at this snake’s pit of a manor. He prays desperately for you to ignore that ever happened. In your position, he’d pretend to be asleep, maybe double-check that the door is properly locked. Surely you’d do the same.

Surely...?

“It’s open!” greets your voice from inside, entirely unconcerned.

Matthias holds his breath. Why are you leaving your door unlocked at this hour? But he tucks that thought away while he stares down at the doorknob. This is it — he’s trapped. If he turns around now, you’ll be left with unresolved fears of someone lurking around your room at night. Nothing could entice him to do that to you. And if you ever found out it was him? It’d be too late for apologies, and definitely not forgiveness. Right, so he has to answer.

Slowly, he cracks it open a fraction, afraid of peering anywhere but the ground.

“You can come in,” you urge. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t want to. Footsteps shuffle around inside, then the door fully swings open. “Oh, hi Matthias! What’s up?”

He only meets your face briefly, at your bright and curious eyes, before his gaze flicks back downward.

“Uh… sorry to bother you, I just…” He awkwardly grasps at his elbows, struggling to string together his intentions. “…I need you.”

. . . . .

There it is. His secret is out. He didn’t mean to let it slip, but that single phrase had been bouncing endlessly around his mind, as if they were the only words he knew. It’s the one thing he can confidently admit: he needs you. He doesn’t expect you to reciprocate. In fact, he’s certain you don’t. Nobody in their right mind would. That’s why he never ventured to say these words before. So when you respond to him with patient silence, as if waiting for him to continue, the entirety of his body freezes over. Maybe only a few seconds pass in reality, but that’s more than enough time for Matthias to fill the gaps. It’s a no — he knows it’s a no.

Your head tips slightly. “Sure, what do you need?”

The whirlwind in his mind slows to a halt. He remembers how he used to cough up excuses on the spot when trying to avoid you—sometimes you’d invite him for a meal or game of cards together, and he had convinced himself those were pity invites so he tended to reject them upfront. It stings less to avoid someone altogether than to endure feeling ‘tolerated’ instead of ‘wanted.’ But now he’s wracking his brain for an excuse to stay.

“I—I just wanted to see you.” It’s not a lie, but for some reason it feels like one.

“Me?” A look of surprise flashes on your face, warmth blooming across your chest. That might be the most forward thing you’ve ever heard from him. Stepping closer, you reach for his forearm, peering up into his face to better examine his strained features. Your free hand reaches up to brush aside the limp strands of hair shrouding his face. “Did something happen? It’s almost midnight—I mean, I don’t mind, it’s just so unexpected…”

The strength falls from Matthias’ shoulders. Out of relief, maybe. Or maybe it’s to brace himself for one last leap of faith.

“Can I stay with you…?” His voice is barely audible. You search his lone eye, staring back at you in its perfect hollowness. At some point, that blank stare has become a comforting sight for you. Your hand trails from his arm to spread across his shoulder. He remains motionless.

“Okay,” you say, softly. “Always.”

As you move to wrap both arms around his neck, you notice his body tense, and his brows furrow, subtly, in a clear attempt not to let you notice. The strain on his face catches you off-guard.

“Wh-What? What’s wrong?” Immediately, you pull back to search his expression.

“N-No, nothing—keep going.”

This time, it’s Matthias who draws you close. His arms weave their way around your waist, pulling you tightly against him. His face burrows into your shoulder, and it’s then you understand the weight of his visit, of his need for you. All you can do is lift a tender hand to ruffle his hair, feeling his pounding heart ease in your arms.