Thinking About How Spawn Astarion Seems Into Cradling His SO's Cheek/head (in The Graveyard Scene, And

Literally one of the most designs ever in danganronpa. To me

Sub!Aizawa HCs

This man is in desperate need of some TLC♡

This man is a complete pillow prince. Hair splayed out underneath his head as he watches you act out all your fantasies on him. He allows you to climb onto his cock, moving up and down the shaft, using his body to get yourself off as he watches on in amazement. He loves the feeling of being under you, finally being able to relax after a tiring day of work. Being a pro-hero and a teacher is no easy task but coming home to you makes it all worth it.

You pamper him so willingly, helping him strip out of his clothes as he slowly hardens from the gentle way your hands span over his body. Enterlacing the two of you's fingers you slowly guide him over to the bed, laying him down on the comfortable sheets before removing your own outfit. His gaze follows your movements closely, taking in every inch of skin as soon as it's exposed. He has to remind himself to blink or else he'll keep at it until a sole tear makes its way down his cheek.

He loves when you maneuver him to fit your needs, going along willingly as you readjust him. It'd be a lie to say he doesn't let out a sigh or two when you move him from an especially comfy position but it's all in good spirit. He knows it'll be worth it once you start with whatever your plans are.

Aizawa's surprisingly vocal about what he wants, occasionally walking by you to mumble something new he'd like to try or indulge in that night. When you finally have him in bed he'll beg you to do all those same things to him, urging you on when you're hesitant to give in -- not for lack of want but because you love to see your lover work for it. Tying him up with his own scarf? How beautifully depraved of him.

A light smack to his thigh when he's lying just a little too still for your liking does wonders. His eyes widen uncharacteristically and he can't help the fresh precum that dribbles down his shaft from the slight pain. The mark is already fading but as you massage into the muscles found there, giving it another slap soon after, you can visibly tell as he falls deeper into headspace. His mouth is left agape in surprised arousal and he's sure this must be some form of pampering in and of itself.

Raking your nails across his abs has him both flinching away from the subtle touch while trying to stay still to enjoy the sensations. Aizawa adores the feel of the feather-light pressure trailing across his body, too soft to even leave a mark but he twitches as you continue making the invisible lines.

Whenever you open your mouth to take in his cock he'll shut his eyes, throwing an arm across his face as he focuses on the pleasure you're providing. He'll tell you what feels good and cry out softly at certain points all while focusing on trying not to come too quickly so this moment can last longer.

Cock warming this man has him actually struggling to stay still, a surprising feat for him. The way you sink yourself down on his leaking cock only to not offer him any relief is painful in the best possible way. You run your fingers through his hair, detangling any small knots you find by doing so. His head is resting just above your collarbone and you can hear the softest of moans leave his mouth at your actions. You're not sure if it's because of the way you rock forward slightly on occasion or if this man is actually about to fall asleep.

It was the latter. His breathing evens out eventually and you lean back just a bit to see his head lull forward to follow the stability your chest was providing. You let out a soft laugh before wrapping your arms around his neck, using his body to rest upon as well. You were a bit tired yourself but you weren't expecting it to end like this. You'll just have to be sure to wake him up with a special treat a few minutes earlier than usual in the morning.

"we need less sanitized queer stories" yall keep saying fucking she-ra romanticizes abuse. you couldnt possibly handle less sanitized queer stories

Ahem-

Day 18 -- Deacon

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober, Day 18 are just below the cut!

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Voyeurism with Deacon x g/n! Sole

Whoops, big surprise, this got angsty. Sorry Deeks! I just can't help it with this man, I don't know why 😅 but hopefully y'all still enjoy it regardless!

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Included: Voyeurism, (non-consensual voyeurism), masturbation, angst, wishful thinking, pining.

1.6k words.

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Yeah. This is cute. 

Deacon’s mind said to him dryly. 

This is a healthy response to this situation. This isn’t weird. Sole will understand. They’ll get it. 

The spy shook his head, eyes closed tight as his brain spewed unwanted words of restraint, of undesired and unneeded common sense. 

What the hell is sensible about any part of this situation? We’re in an abandoned ice cream shop that Sole used to visit on weekends before giant bombs blew everything to hell, and they took a nap for 200 years. We’re surrounded by packs of super mutants on one side, and raiders on the other, and I’m biting into the back of my hand to keep quiet as they moan through the fabric of their shirt on the other side of this thin, crumbling concrete wall. Nothing about this situation is even remotely expectable. 

He could hardly fucking stand it. 

You’re both doing the same damn thing, if you’d just talk to them about it, maybe, the two of you could finally–

Deacon hissed through his teeth, his uncomfortably dry hand stroking too harshly over his erection as the frustration built up in both his mind and body. 

This isn’t the same. Another side of his mind refuted. I’m over here, pining the skin off my cock for them, while they’re undoubtedly thinking about their late spouse-- Or… anyone else, even. --at the feel of their own hand.

He didn’t know.  

I should be thinking of Barbara. Or of someone– anyone, but them. Right along with them.

They’re the only fucking friend I’ve got. I’ve had, in… what? A decade? Maybe more? I can’t count right now. 

Deacon’s head fell back against the wall, a grimace coating his expression, even as his blue eyes hazed over with climbing bliss. 

I can’t lose them over… what? Wanting to engage in a little hanky panky with them? Wanting what? A close connection? Intimacy? Vulnerability? When– in what universe would that ever happen? 

We both know I could never have anything like that again. 

A deep breath escaped him, throaty and louder than he would’ve liked as his thumb grazed over his slit, collecting some of his slick pre-cum and stroking it over his length as the only way to ease the friction of his rough hand. 

A noise sounded through the thin wall behind him, and Deacon ceased his movements., holding his breath. 

Shit. Did they just hear me?

Just as he was contemplating trying to zip his jeans up over her cock, to hide the evidence; just as some half-assed story was forming on his lips about why he was sitting back here against the wall, rather than out where he should be, out on watch, another sound interrupted his train of thought. 

He felt his cock throb at the sound, as he heard Sole’s moan fill the air around him. A gasp followed shortly after, and then a bit of silence, but Deacon could still feel them there, somehow, he could feel Sole’s lingering presence just on the other side, and he knew they were just worried. Worried that someone would hear what they were doing. Worried like he was. 

What am I doing? Deacon asked himself for the upteenth time that night, and so many nights before now. 

This is wrong. It’s gross, and it’s wrong, and it’s not fair, for you to hear them like this without earning it, without them knowing. It’s wrong to be out here doing this in response to it. 

Deacon’s hand stilled on his cock, refusing to stroke himself, but gripping tight enough to hurt as his mind flooded with thoughts like these. He wasn’t unused to self-loathing, nah, he and that go waaaaay back, but this? This seemed low. Even for the likes of him.

Sole wasn’t some stranger in a pub, not some escort or one-night-stander, not someone he didn’t know on the other side of a hotel room, who just happens to be engaging in the same fun little activity as him. No, Sole was the reason for this… activity. They were in his thoughts, always, even when they weren’t in front of him, or by his side, on the days he went out on his own, they were still there. 

And he fucking hated it. 

That they were reduced to this. 

They’re his best friend, his partner, the reason his smiles aren’t so forced, the reason he feels he might still, after all this time, all these years, have the capacity to love someone when he thought that had all died long ago. 

His body jolted as another breathy sound left his partner from the other side of the wall, and his eyes rolled back in his head. 

Goddamn, if I could see what they look like when they make that sound. 

With that very image coming unbidden to his mind, Deacon’s hand unwittingly was back to stroking over his cock. He worked himself slowly, savoring the feeling, allowing his mind to wander to the possibility of him being the one to make them sound like that, to make them look as he imagined they would. Their gorgeous eyes rolled back in their head, their lips spread as they moaned his name, their skin glistening, their hair wild. Their skin would be flushed, eyes hazy as they blinked them open to steal a glance at him as he ravished their body, as he used his silver tongue to work towards a goal more worthwhile than any other. As he did as they deserved, as he worshiped them like he were one of the deacons of the old world and they were his God, shepherding their release like all the poor sinners those men would bring to the light. 

Sole’s gasps were leaving them more rapidly now, building to a crescendo that Deacon would give all that he had left to be a part of. Hell, he’d throw his choice shades off the top of trinity tower to be the one to bring about their thunderous release. 

But he was doomed to be a bystander. Invisible, as he always was, as he heard them groan out from the other side of the wall. A thud sounded against the concrete as he imagined their head falling back at the overwhelming feeling of their release. 

It was the sound that got him.

Deacon hadn’t thought he was close, he’d been so caught up in his own fantasy, all of his tormenting thoughts, he couldn’t feel his body’s signs, and now, he was caught completely off-guard. The spy bit hard into his wrist as a low grunt escaped him against his will, his light eyes prickling with tears of pleasure as he finally felt that pressure release within him.

His seed sprayed down onto the dirt, leaving him in enthusiastic spurts that had his hips writhing and his head knocking against that same wall Sole was surely collapsed against. 

The next battle came in the form of his breath, as Deacon pulled his hand away, he realized how fucking loud he was still being, even as the last white rope of his cum was emptied onto the floor. He released himself, forcing his mind to rally, to focus on easing his breath, as his cock softened where it laid over the lip of his boxers. 

“Fuck me.” He whispered, eyes closed tight as the guilt all came swirling back into his mind with a vengence. 

Again? I just did this again? One of these days, you know–

“Deacon?” 

His eyes shot open as Sole’s voice carried from the other side of the wall. 

“I-is that you?” They asked, uncertain, their voice almost shaking. 

Every thought entered his mind at a million miles a minute, swirling together in a confused traffic jam of ‘what do I say’s?’ and ‘what the hell do I do’s?’. 

“Ahh,” The sound escaped his throat, as a way of aiding his thoughts, but he hadn’t meant for it to be verbal goddamn it. 

“Ahem, uh, yeah. Deeks here.” He bit his tongue, tasting metal from the pressure. 

Sole’s silence scared him more than their call of his name had. 

“How, uh, how’s it hanging?” 

Oh my god. One part of his mind panicked, while the other tried to grasp onto some form of sanity, of common sense. But that part of his mind, he didn’t know what it was, but it always seemed it’s hands were wet, or that common sense was made of ice and sanity was liquid water, always managing to slip frustratingly from his hold.

There’s no god out there that can save you, you buffoon. Nothing can. That was it. You finally did it. Finally managed to get caught. 

He almost told his thoughts to ‘shut up’ out loud, but thought better of it at the last moment. That likely wouldn’t go over well with Sole. Especially after they hadn’t said a damn thing. 

“You heard me, huh.” 

The blood drained from his face. It wasn’t a question from their end, but worse than their certainty was the shame that he heard drip from every word. 

“That… uh, that I did. Yeah.” 

If he was gonna be the creepy asshole sitting out here while they did their personal business, he at least could own up to it. Deacon may be a liar, but Sole, Sole wasn’t dumb. They’d know he was lying, and that would make it even worse. 

“But, um…” He closed his eyes, taking a breath. “But you heard me too, so, you know. Guess we’re, uh, even. Right?” 

“Yeah…” They said quietly, almost too quietly to hear with the wall in the way. Deacon didn’t have time to try to make what repairs he could before they were speaking again, this time louder than before. 

“I won’t tell you about it, if you won’t tell me.” A light humor touched their voice. 

Deacon let out a dry laugh, his chest aching for a reason he refused to acknowledge. 

“Won’t tell you about what?” He said back, hoping they couldn’t hear the strain in his voice, the strain to sound humorous and light in return. 

He heard their laugh from the other side, a lovely sound that tugged at the sides of his mouth, despite the lingering throb in his chest. 

“Yeah, exactly. Good talk, partner.” 

“Yeah.” He whispered, his brows creased beneath his shades. “Partner.”

why have us queer people as a community normalized terms like "boygirl" or "girlboy" or other things like that but not like. the actual experience of being multigender. i swear some people will be like "ahaha its so cool and swag to be a #girlboy #boygirl" then turn around and be like "MEN DNI THIS POST IS ABOUT WOMEN" "MEN CANT BE LESBIANS (because no man is ever a woman too)" etc etc like come on guys

Mondo Owada Headcanons

Because I need more of these . I need more of these so badly and if no one will give them to me I’ll DO IT MYSELF DAMMIT!

These are all romantic btw . sooo it’s x reader . If that’s not what u want thennnn sorrayyy !!

I feel like I’m gonna end up regretting this later and cringing at myself … but oh well !

Let’s just get this over with so I can gaslight myself into believing that I never wrote this nuh uh no way

Just in case you’re unaware, Mondo falls into the “tough guy delinquent who’s actually a big softie” trope of character.

Which basically means, though he acts all tough and looks all scary in front of everyone else, with his S/O? It’s almost a complete 180.

Whenever you’re alone together, he’s a huge teddy bear.

At the beginning of the relationship, it may take a while for him to actually be comfortable with cuddling and stuff like that.

He may not look it, but he’s actually kinda shy!

He doesn’t wanna mess things up, he doesn’t wanna hurt you or make you uncomfortable.

Plus, his whole life he’s had to keep together his strong, tough guy image in front of everyone.

He’s never really had anyone that he could just be vulnerable with until you. It was a big change.

Once he comes out of his shell though? HUGE cuddler.

He loves to hold you in his arms, to hold your hand, kiss you…

I think that physical touch would be one of his main love languages.

But he still values his image, so when you’re in public together, he isn’t gonna be super affectionate with you.

That’s not to say he won’t be affectionate at all, though!

It’s kind of silly how he does pda, he’s too embarrassed to hold your hand but he’ll still wrap his arm around you when you walk together.

Probably because it still makes him feel strong in a sense that it feels like he’s protecting you.

As well as signalling to other people that they need to back off.

He can get jealous quite easily. There’s a part of him that believes that he doesn’t deserve someone as amazing as you.

That maybe you’d be better off dating someone else.

It makes him feel afraid. Afraid that he’s going to lose you.

I think once you can convince him that you wouldn’t do something like that, and that you don’t want anyone other than him,

He’ll start to hold your hand. :]

Here’s an uncommon headcanon for you:

I’m so sorry, but he would not let you wear the jacket.

Cute as the idea may be, I imagine that his coat is quite sacred to him, sort of like his hair.

So unless you’re a part of the Crazy Diamonds, he’s not gonna let you wear it.

On the topic of his hair though, he almost always has it in his signature pompadour.

And no, he won’t let you touch the pompadour either.

You’ve asked him before if he’s ever let his hair be unstyled, and if he’d ever show you what that would look like.

Immediate answer is “hell no.”

With a bit of convincing, he says that maybe he’ll show you one day, but only if you don’t acknowledge it when it happens.

You agree, of course, but MAN is that a difficult promise to keep.

Because when it actually happens you wanna say something so badly because he looks ??? So gorgeous ?????

But you keep quiet.

Eventually he’ll end up letting you play with it at some point, but only when it’s down.

He finds it very soothing when you run your hands through his hair, scratching gently at his scalp.

It’s so soothing in fact, that it causes him to fall asleep. Everytime.

Very adorable, just make sure to use this power wisely.

Surprisingly, he’s a quiet sleeper. Though he does drool.

If you sleep in the same bed, he’ll always be cuddling with you in some way.

Whether it be just having an arm around you, or hugging you close to him.

He is VERY warm. Great for when it’s cold, but pretty annoying during the summer.

So maybe try not to be under the covers with him in hot weather.

Good luck getting out of bed in the morning btw because he is NOT letting you go.

He’s usually out with his gang at night so he has a habit of going to bed late and not getting up until like . 12pm or something.

Which kinda works out if your sleep schedule is just as bad as his (coughs me coughs).

You help patch him up after fights !!

He gets into a lot of them, and sometimes he doesn’t even notice where he got hurt.

He’s a bit careless when it comes to that sort of thing, so you’re always the one thoroughly checking him over and bandaging him.

It would be oh so cute if you kissed some of his wounds before putting on bandages.

He begins to sort of look forward to you patching him up, so much so that he even allows himself to be hit a few times just so that you can.

He’d NEVER admit to this though. Never.

This isn’t to say that he wouldn’t try to avoid getting seriously injured, however.

He knows you care about him and he doesn’t wanna worry you, so he’s started trying extra hard to not get super roughed up.

Plus he tries to avoid fights all together when you’re with him.

Did I mention that he lets you ride behind him on his motorcycle? Because he does.

If you’re sensitive to loud noises, he’ll keep the muffler on. Or get you some earplugs.

If you’re nervous about it for the first time, he’ll promise to be careful.

Expect to be riding behind him a lot.

He’s never quite sure what to do for dates, so he usually just drives you around the city and makes a bunch of stops at places that he thinks you’d like.

He might also buy you some little trinkets if he has the money.

He’ll be especially nervous with giving gifts to you, he really wants you to like them.

Will probably end up shouting and cursing at nothing, assuming the worst if you don’t respond right away.

He’ll feel REALLY BAD if you flinch, apologizing profusely. And swearing at himself some more as he tries to quiet down.

Eventually you’ll be able to spot the signs when he’s nervous.

You’ll attempt to calm him by holding his hand or putting your hand on his arm or chest, reassuring him that it’s okay and he doesn’t have to feel so nervous.

He’s been working on his volume, for your sake.

Overall he is a very loving and gentle boyfriend, if not a little awkward.

You just need to show him a bit of patience :]

omfg this took SO LONGG and ended up BEING so long too . Oopsie . But anyways I hope that anyone who read this got some sort of enjoyment out of it because I will never be writing again goodbye forever I shall now retreat into my little hole of shame. /hj

WHY IS TUMBLR SO HARD TO USE WHY DOES IT KEEP DELETING TEXT ?? AND IT ADDS TEXT IVE ALR DELETED .. HELP?

I think I need to go to sleep .

Deacon head canons from my old blog be upon ye!

The UP Deathclaws were never real...the L&L gang is though

“He’s sharp as a whip, feisty in the field and extraordinarily cautious with his actions and even more careful with his words”

Deacon’s favorite color is green, hazel green

If he had a character theme it would be Deacon Waltz by Christian Sedelmyer and Jerry Douglas (The name’s just a coincidence)

A very very light sleeper, before Wanderer he would only sleep for around 3 hours peppered throughout the day

It always takes him an hour to fall asleep, even after he & Wanderer start ‘their you sleep and I’ll watch over you’ deal

He’s not religious, but he still prays

Before Wanderer he’d have, what my old therapist calls, micro-bursts of stage three sleep without realizing it (REM sleep) people can do this while looking and cting completely awake, which is why Carrington doesn’t take him serious in meetings... he looked like he’s not paying attention but nada, the man’s brain was just shutting down a little bit

Because of the lack of sleep he got for so long, Deacon disassociates between himself & his body constantly. At times careless with himself...cracking jokes & laughing in dangerous situations... his brain was teetering the line between being asleep and awake so often he couldn’t tell the difference. (sleep deprivation makes you feel unstoppable...cocky even)

Another thing he lost as a result of Wanderer was being able to sleep standing up, because his body doesn’t need to take over for his mind anymore

Smells faintly of cigarette smoke (mainly because of Dez) and basil and something else that can’t really be placed

He fell in love with a school teacher once, she was the one that taught him how to read

Can write/read French but oh god pronounces every letter like how they sound in English... so he sticks to writing messages to himself that most people think are ramblings of a child when/if found

October is his favorite month... June makes him ache

If he’s not at Wanderer’s side or on his own op, he’ll be at the Church... but after Tea Party? He settles on the couch in Wanderer and Shaun’s home until she convinces him to just move in, they’ve slept in the same room for so long at this point but he can’t fathom having a home again. It’s a hard adjustment

If you look of the definition of a ginger you’d find a picture of him at age 14, the freckles keep coming back no matter how many times he gets them removed

You know how you can catch him spying on you in the settlements? Yeah, he wanted you to see him... but not near 111 or a few other places

He’s the person in the Third Rail that points Wanderer to MacCready before they meet, he can’t have her traveling alone like that when she still so green to the world

In codes, D is for Desdemona and d is for Deacon

If not written, agents that are high enough to know their names say Big D and Little D (Dez hates it but he thinks it’s cute, if not clever)

He tenses ever so slightly when he hears the name John/Johnathan

Holds tension in his jaw like no one else, it’s a wonder his teeth haven’t shattered

Hates the taste of coffee but constantly drinks it

Was a hell of a swing dancer in his youth, now he likes slow dancing though that wasn’t discovered until Wanderer showed up

He’s 37 at the youngest and 45 at the oldest

When he left the gang at 19, they shattered every bone in his left hand & wrist, it aches when it rains

Hides his eyes because they were her favorite part of him, the one thing he can’t change ironically, also the sleep thing. He can’t let people know how tired he is all the time

He was born in Rivet City and his mother was a hairdresser, father a drunkard of a city security officer

His ma taught him how to French braid hair

His last name is Deacon. Baby Shaun is the only one who knows that though... Shaun said “Hey Mr. Deacon” & he said “Hey Mr. Hale” (Wanderer’s last name) & Shaun being the clever kiddo he is, cocked his head to the side connecting some dots cause if his first name was Deacon why would he respond with Shaun’s last one?)

Absolutely fascinated with the old world, collects information and fun facts about that time forgotten which Wanderer feeds into

His favorite thing Wanderer tells him about/teaches him is the proper pronunciation of some words and how to spell others

The man has always had a temper, got it from his dad, he works very hard to keep it under control (I can think of a few pieces of dialogue where he’s talking through gritted teeth, anger threatening to boil over)

At first, he was only by Wanderer’s side so nobody could pull her away from the Railroad - he knows what a game changer she is... but they work so well together and she plays along with his tall tales so often that after a while he forgot about the first part

A terrifyingly good shot, better than MacCready and he’s doing it with sunglasses on

He 100% is John D, the terminal entry where Pinky(?) says a runner was the sole survivor and then immediately tried to get people to go back for documents?? A classic Deacon move

Only smokes in HQ (I’ve actually only seen his idle animation of that in the church and at Mercer) unless he’s in a role or somewhere where Wanderer is comfortable... or is extremely stressed out

He hates Hancock, well not hate- but he’s not on the Christmas card list

Deacon knew Shaun was taken 60 years before Wanderer woke up. He knew and he didn’t tell her and it is the secret he hopes she never finds out

Dee’s gotta special soft spot for Tinker Tom, loves him like a crazy brother

His sniper rifle is named Church Bell, lovingly crafted by Tinker

Not sure how he feels about gen 1’s and 2’s, especially after knowing Nicky V but... if he’s gotta do it

Exclusively refers to Nick Valentine as Nicky V

He knows Preston Garvey has a fat ass crush on Wanderer but has neglected to tell her this little fun fact

Tries to shave his head nearly every morning, when he’s with Wanderer he does so when it’s his turn on watch and she’s asleep

The Railroad is his family, they mean so much but of course he’s always kept everyone distant after what happened with Agamemnon

Deacon has been with the railroad between 14 and 20 years

He genuinely doesn’t like Carrington but he’s not going to avoid going to him if he’s hurt of course

His hands are always warm, which is great cause Wand’s are always cold (being frozen for 210 years will do that to a gal)

Do I need to go into the heights thing??? He hates tagging along to set up MILAs but he’ll be damned if he lets his best friend fall off a roof again

He picked the name; Wanderer (don’t get me started on Project Wanderer and Dez’s “it seems fitting” I’ll rant for so long guys)

Doesn’t like sweet foods but fancy lads is a whole other topic

Open spaces stress him out, too much he can’t see

Non-binary but uses he/him pronouns

Doesn’t drink more than a beer or two, but has an unsettling high tolerance

He won’t ever instigate a relationship beyond what he and Wanderer have, as his va Ryan Alosio put it in an interview, his heart’s been absolutely shattered and he can’t stand the thought of being the cause of someone he loves getting hurt because of him again. He loves her but he can’t

Before he got surgery for the first time, he looked like Ryan (the devs actually tweaked his design to resemble him) his original face looks close to what he has now, not that he remembers what that face looked like

reup of a commission i did based on the painting stańczyk by jan matejko