#*sputters* I don't know XD

[archangeldyke-all]

sevika answering ishas toy phone 😭 I can so vividly imagine isha handing it to her and sevika just sighing so heavily and answering it like a work call she doesn't wanna take 😭 and it happens All The Time bc isha is endlessly amused by it

GOD i love this I LOVE THIS

men and minors dni

there are a few things that manage to really make isha giggle.

when she dances with jinx it always has laughter filling your household.

if you tickle her under her armpits isha will scream with laughter.

and she gets a fucking kick out of making you all answer banana telephones.

sevika's the best at it.

"uh." isha grunts, handing a banana to sevika at breakfast. sevika groans.

"i told you to hold all my calls this morning!" she whines. isha giggles and shoves the banana in her chest. "ugh, this better be good. hello?"

isha's already giggling hysterically. you and jinx watch fondly as sevika pretends to pull the phone away from her mouth as she mouths. 'ran.'

"ran, do you know what time it is? the sun hasn't even fully risen yet! what is it, what could possibly have you calling me during my family breakfast?" sevika asks with a scowl.

you all wait in anticipation as sevika listens to banana-ran babble on the other line. sevika sighs, and isha squeaks with excitement.

"you cut your bangs while sleepwalking?"

isha cackles.

"well... they can't look that different than normal..." sevika mumbles.

jinx sputters a laugh.

"sorry, sorry!" sevika shouts, seemingly getting a scolding from banana-ran. "okay, alright, i'll send my best hair-stylist. yeah, no, don't worry, i trust her with my life. okay. okay, she'll be there soon. okay, bye." sevika pulls the banana away from her ear and sighs, before looking at isha. "ran needs your help."

isha laughs so hard she falls out of her chair.

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[lets-try-some-writing]

(For your Mr. Pax AU:)

Imagine the kids meeting Elita. It'd be so fragging wholesome XD

It'd more then likely be after the school day, too. Lmao.

It would and I have opted to answer the call for this ask.

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"So kids, how was school?" Elita grinned as the children settled on their platform, spreading out homework and other assignments for the cycle. She regarded their work with interest. It seemed simple enough in her optics, but then again, the human children were very small.

"Oh! You're Elita! Optimus's wife!" Miko shot up, a huge smile on her small squishy face. The urge to reach out and poke one of her cheeks was strong, but Elita refrained. It wouldn't do to go poking the children when it was far safer just to wait until later and do it in holoform.

"I'm his Conjunx, yes." Jack pointedly did not look in her direction. Elita could almost see the way his venting would have sputtered if he were Cybertronian. She may not have been well versed in all things human as of the present moment, but even she could see he looked a moment away from exploding.

"Woah, I didn't know Optimus was married." Rafael added his own commentary, closing his laptop to look up at Elita with wide eyes. She had to fight back an awed noise at how adorable he looked. He was tiny, his glasses only making him look more like a sparkling in her optics. She wanted to poke his cheeks as well, but that would have to wait.

"He's been my Conjunx for a very long time kiddo. Since before he became Prime in fact." Miko and Rafael made awed noises, and even Jack looked up at her in surprise, his embarrassment over the parent-teacher conference forgotten.

"Really? Optimus doesn't seem like the kind of guy to well... do that?" Jack was hesitant in his words, but Elita laughed in short order. She clutched her abdomen as she considered Jack's point of view, all but cackling. Her Conjunx could be quite stern when he wanted to be, especially when stressed. She'd already heard about how Optimus shut down any attempts at being introduced to humor. It was no surprise Jack was startled.

"He wasn't always such a stoic figure. Back when we were young, we got into all sorts of trouble." Resting a servo on her hip as he laughter died down, Elita watched as the children practically lit up at the reveal. Jack was quiet with his interest, but Rafael and Miko were not.

"Optimus in trouble? Oooh this is some blackmail material I need!" Miko did a little dance in place, the plushies on her belt shifting as she did an excited twirl. Elita again had to fight the urge to pick up and cuddle the squishy organic close. It probably wouldn't end well, but she hadn't been able to hold such a small creature since Bee was freshly forged.

"I don't think you can blackmail Prime with stuff that millions of years old." Jack, being so much like Optimus, tried to rain on everyone's parade with logic. Thankfully, his little black raincloud bounced right off Miko and Rafael who were still staring at Elita like she hung the moon.

"Married couples always have wild blackmail!" Miko flailed, throwing her arms up in the air as she grinned. Jack sighed and Rafael secretly adjusted his glasses to try and hide a smile. Elita could feel it right then and there as adoration settled in her spark.

Yes, she was keeping these squishies. She could convince Optimus later.

"I have quite a few stories for you. But only if you promise to not harass Optimus with them. He's got enough going on." Holding up a digit to her derma, Elita smiled as the children each agreed, some more enthusiastically than others.

"We won't bother him. Promise." Rafael's eyes only seemed to be made bigger by his glasses. Elita's spark leapt in its chamber, the cuteness of the scene overriding her usual serious attitude as mischievousness she had long left behind began to resurge.

"Settle down then children. Let me tell you all about Orion's first visit to the docks." Elita could see Optimus out of the corner of her optic looming in the nearby hall. He looked to be mostly uncaring as he waited there, listening in. But she could see the hint of a smile on his features. He wasn't opposed to her decision, giving her all the more reason to tell her tale.

It had been so very long since they'd had anyone who cared enough to hear their story.

[aquatic-armageddons]

How the mercs would react to Y/N who listens to screamo

A/N: I've decided to make it so that Y/N can also sing screamo as well, but only for Scout and Demo. I've also put down (what I think) their opinion of screamo would be.

SCOUT:

I strike him as the type to also listen to a little screamo, so he'd be kinda pleased to meet another fan, though he'd be a little surprised at first. And even more so if Y/N can scream as well.

Y/N had just walked into the base's training gym to blow off some steam, as the team had lost a battle that day. Everyone was understandably disappointed and on edge, so after the team was asleep, they snuck into the gym to play some Whitechapel. The music played on a mini speaker that could echo throughout the entire gym, but not disturb the others' sleep.

Scout also had the same idea of sneaking into the gym (but to work out), and was shocked to see Y/N headbanging and screaming along to the song. He never expected this of Y/N, but he was definitely not gonna complain.

"Well this is surely somethin' different, short-stuff!" Scout exclaimed.

"What the hell, Scout?! How long were you standing there??" Y/N sputtered.

"Not too long, but damn, I didn't think you'd be into all that. And being good at it too!" Scout beamed, poking them on the cheek.

Y/N and him would spend awhile blasting screamo and singing along, at least until Spy would drag them both out by their ear for causing too much noise xD

SOLDIER

I can imagine Solly being familiar with screamo, though I doubt he would listen to it very much.

It was getting close to sundown, and he and Y/N offered to go out on a supply run for the team. While out getting said supplies, Y/N's phone began to ring, playing Lamb of God on full blast.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry about that!"

"Dear God, I never expected that of you!" Solly chuckled as Y/N scrambled to shut their phone off, dropping it in the process.

He'd find their behavior cute, but he wouldn't bring it back up unless Y/N wanted to talk about it.

But he'd ask Y/N to ease him into the genre, and it would take some time, but eventually he'd enjoy it.

PYRO

I would think their music taste varies, as there are so many other things we don't know about them (and probably never will).

Y/N was unable to attend a battle as they were down with a nasty cold (I know Medic could probably use his gun here but whatever haha). After the team got back, Pyro decided to whip up some soup for Y/N and the rest of the team.

Pyro was about to knock on the door when they heard Y/N playing some Lorna Shore in the background. They waited until the song was over before they actually knocked, causing Y/N to slightly yelp.

"Come in!" Y/N called. Pyro opened the door with their head tilted, as if to ask about the music.

"I've liked this kind of music for a long time now. Wanna listen with me?"

The two of them would spend some time shuffling through Y/N's playlist, completely forgetting about the soup (they later heat it back up so it wouldn't be wasted haha).

DEMOMAN

I'm convinced Demo would be open to listen to any kind of music, and screamo is no exception. He'd enjoy it even more while drunk (it's actually quite funny to watch).

One day he and Y/N decide to go out drinking at a karaoke bar nearby (it was Demo's birthday present). They both are pretty tipsy by the time it's their turn to sing.

Demo sings his part (and is predictably terrible at it but who cares xD). But when Y/N selected a screamo song and began singing, the bar grew silent.

"Go on, lass! Sing yer hear out!!!" Demo slurred, headbanging to the loud song.

The two ended up being escorted off the stage, since hardly anybody else was interested in listening to another second of the song. Once outside, Demo sobered up a little at the feel of the cool air hitting his drunken face.

"I'm so sorry, Demo. I ruined your birthday night out-" Y/N started before they were cut off.

" It's alright, hon. Let's head back so you can do some more screamin'~" He got even closer to Y/N's face.

"And I ain't talkin' about the music anymore..."

HEAVY

Not exactly a fan at first, but would be open to listen to a few recommendations.

Y/N was feeling quite lonely, so they decided to pop in with Heavy, who was busy cleaning Sasha for the ntheenth time that day. He didn't mind having some company, only if Y/N didn't make too much noise.

Y/N decided to listen to some Cannibal Corpse while Heavy worked. They must not have connected their Bluetooth headphones to their phone properly, because their phone played the song on full blast, nearly scaring the daylights out of Heavy.

"Матерь божья!" He exclaimed, dropping the rag from his hand. Y/N quickly shut their phone off, completely red in the face.

"I-I'm so sorry about that, Misha! I thought my headphones were connected..." Their words trailed off as Heavy stared at them in mild disbelief.

Heavy couldn't help but chuckle. "Heavy didn't know you liked this music!" He ruffled the top of Y/N's head playfully.

"Let Heavy finish cleaning Sasha, then we listen to some more later."

ENGINEER

Same with Heavy: not a big fan in the beginning. But if given a few songs, then he would give it a try.

It happened to be the team's day off, and Y/N decided to lounge around in one of their favorite T shirts. They just grabbed a random one, as their dresser wasn't exactly the best organized.

Engie happened to be in the breakroom when Y/N walked in for a small snack. His eyes lit up slightly when he saw them, and even more so when he read their T shirt.

"So you listen to 5FDP too, dear?" Y/N whipped their head around to look at Engie in shock.

"Oh, since high school. They're my favorite!" Y/N beamed excitedly.

"I can play a few of their songs on my 6 string. Interested in a listen, sweetie?"

Y/N couldn't help but gush at the fact that they met another fan, but also with the sudden pet names.

'Let's see where this goes...'

MEDIC

I see him as a closet fan. He'd let on that he's a rock fan, but not the full extent. Like he wouldn't mention that he liked bands like Linkin Park and Metallica.

But he'd act quite excited if he discovered that Y/N was also a fan.

Medic and Y/N happened to get into a conversation about said music genre. "Vhat sort of music do you listen to in your spare time, Schatz?"

Y/N was hesitant to answer. The last thing they wanted was being put on the spot like that. "You'd hate the kind of music I like, Medic."

He scoffed lightly. "I highly doubt zhat, Schatz! It can't be zhat bad, can it?"

Y/N fought back the urge to roll their eyes. "Okay, I like screamo. Like the heaviest of heavy metal." They averted their eye contact with doctor, not wanting to see his disapproving face.

"Really?!" Medic practically shouted, making Y/N flinch a little. "Zhat's amazing! It's so nice to finally meet another fan like me!" He couldn't wipe the smirk off his face.

Y/N was not expecting that kind of reaction from him, but at least they didn't feel that nervous anymore (even with the slight ear damage lol).

SNIPER

He's definitely the kind of man to like classic rock, like Eric Clapton and Lynyrd Skynyrd. He'd know of screamo, but wouldn't be too big a fan.

He and Y/N had become quite close over the past few weeks, and at one point he finally decided to allow them to accompany him to his tower.

Y/N decided to bring their earbuds along, but they didn't realize how loud their music was (it was enough for Sniper to tell what it was).

"You like that, Sheila? Never strike you as that kind of person." Sniper spoke with his eyebrow raised.

"Oh snap, I didn't think my music was that loud. Sorry about that, Mundy." Y/N apologized while rubbing their neck nervously.

"It's alright, love. Just keep it down a little, 'kay?" He smirked while gently squeezing their shoulder in reassurance.

SPY

Not a fan whatsoever. He's tried to get into it, but he just couldn't do it.

Y/N was a decent judge of character, so it didn't take a rocket scientist to know he didn't like that kind of music.

Months passed by since Y/N joined RED/BLU. And in that time, Spy has made them his personal protege. One day, Y/N happened to be scrolling through a website (on their phone) that sells their favorite band's merch.

Spy happened to take a little peek other their shoulder, a smirk creeping on his face.

"So that's what you like, Mon chéri?" Y/N nearly jumped out of their skin as he spoke right next to their ear. "You never cease to amaze me. I'm always finding out new things about you."

"Spy! Ever hear of personal space??" Y/N hissed while blushing furiously.

Spy let out a hearty laugh. "No need to act all feisty, honey. Besides, at least now I know what to get you for your birthday."

[xpao-bearx]

"Like A Virgin"

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader/Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader/Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

Read Part 1 HERE

Read Part 2 HERE

Read Part 4 HERE

NOTES: The fact that the idea for this part was already causing me such INTENSE brainrot way before I even finished writing Part 2 (which is pretty funny cuz I actually had a TOTALLY different idea compared to how this part is now, but hey my stoopid brain does what it does) 👁👄👁 Anyhoe, I am SO stoked for this (it also turned out quite long)!! It's finally got ✨️smut✨️ which I know my fellow sluts have been waiting for, BUT it's not the actual sexy sex yet cuz I'm saving that for the last part. Don't worry, it'll definitely be worth it~ ;)

BTW there's a part in this where Steven recites French poetry by Marceline Desbordes-Valmore and I used Google Translate for the English, so if the translation is off then I'm very sorry!

And I just wanna thank y'all sooo much again from the bottom of mah lil black heart, like SERIOUSLY! You lovelies are truly spoiling me with all your sweet comments, likes, and reblogs 😭❤️❤️❤️ And I swear that after the unexpectedly huge success of this fic, it made me fall RIDICULOUSLY HARDER for Oscar ISNACC and I have y'all to blame for dragging me even deeper into DILF Hell Heaven. Like, it's actually a problem when I suddenly feel like giggling and kicking my feet while I'm suffering at work just at the thought of him 😂

I also haven't been this confident and motivated in a while, and this is one of the VERY rare times I'm actually updating pretty quickly without the temptation of slacking off and abandoning it. I love writing and this fic is my baby, and it's just so fucking incredible that you guys are loving what I'm putting out, too, so once more: THANK YOU 🥰

Who knows, maaaybe more Moon Knight fics will come out in the future from me and fingers crossed that Moon Knight Season 2 will be confirmed 🤭

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Part 3: Like a virgin, touched for the very first time

After the flurry of honesty and an insane whirlwind of emotions, you and Steven finally winded down. It was a bit awkward following that, but he asked (well, sputtered) if you'd like to stay. He immediately apologized, knowing that he was overstepping boundaries and he completely understands if you rejected such a mental idea.

But it was late, and there was absolutely no way he was going to let you go home alone especially with the state you're in. And also...

Well, call him a selfish knob, but he just wanted--needed--to be with you.

But you agreed to stay--enthusiastically so. You both were flustered, though sharing a laugh together had all the tension fade away.

Because, truly, you were right where you were supposed to be.

♡•••🌙•••♡

Steven prepared dinner for the two of you, consisting of five-minute vegan mac and cheese courtesy of his microwave then indulging yourselves with the box of chocolates he brought at the failed date for dessert. It wasn't "grand" by any means, but it was the best you ate in a long time.

All thanks to the cute host... Actually, your gorgeous boyfriend.

Just the thought had you grinning like a doofus, the butterflies in your belly now transforming into fucking birds.

Did that make sense? Hell no, but being with Steven absolutely did.

"Love..." Steven's strong arms encircled around your waist from behind, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "Make yourself comfortable, yeah? Don't worry, I'll sleep on the couch."

You gasped, affronted, quickly whipping around to face him. "Excuse you, sir, but I have every reason to be worried!" You huffed dramatically. "You are definitely not sleeping on the couch, Steven. And if you still insist that you are, then I'll just join you!"

Steven chuckled, his cheeks glowing pink. He rested his chin atop your head, pulling you closer to him. "The couch is too small for the two of us... So for a good night's sleep, I suppose I have no choice but to share the bed with you, yeah?"

"You say that as if you'd rather not." You pouted playfully, wrapping your arms around him and laying your head against his chest. You can faintly hear the erratic thrum of his heartbeat, matching your own.

"I'm just pulling your leg, sweetheart." He teased, kissing your head.

How the fuck did he ever get so lucky? He thought he was going crazy, that this was all just a dream--but it wasn't. Dreams were never this good. You were right here, right now, in his arms. Wholly accepting him for who he is. Loving him.

And he fucking loved you, too.

"Where's the bathroom, baby?"

Baby. The name made his heart stop for a full second. Heat once again crept up to his cheeks and all the way to the tips of his ears, his voice not coming out as all he could do was just point towards the bathroom as he stared down at you in a completely lovestruck sort of wonder.

You giggled, blushing as well before leaning up on your tiptoes and pecking his nose. "You go relax, Steven. I'll join you soon."

He watched you saunter off, still glued in place and a hand atop his frenzied heart.

He had no idea how in the world he was supposed to relax, especially now that the situation fully hit him like a freight train. But thankfully, he found his legs moving for him and his body taking the liberty of changing into his cozy pyjamas before climbing onto bed.

He put on his ankle restraint and settled down, covering the blanket over him like some posh Victorian duchess as he laid completely stiff. He didn't know how long he stayed like that, lifting his head and squinting every so often at the closed bathroom and your obscure shadow dancing amidst the light peeking through the tiny crack of the door underneath.

And it was so...quiet. Neither Marc nor Jake has uttered a single peep, which was highly unusual. Either one or both of them always had something to say, regardless of whatever Steven was doing and he was the same whenever they were fronting.

But as of the moment, he couldn't even handle speaking with Marc. Not after what he did. Marc and Jake were his family and there was no doubt that he and Marc will eventually make up, but no one was ever allowed to hurt you--especially now that you two were officially together.

Jake, on the other hand... Well, he was known to butt into Steven's business. But Jake always gave him a good push, and he would never actually force Steven to do something if Jake didn't believe he could do it. Truly, Steven owed Jake for technically setting you and him up.

But besides Marc, Steven was more surprised that Jake wasn't yapping away especially when you were involved. It didn't go unnoticed for Steven the way Jake has...changed. Only when you were around, at least. And despite Jake being the stealthiest of them all, Steven could always feel him silently observing you at work deep within the recesses of his mind.

But Steven never said anything. He just understood--accepted--Jake, and he was sure that Jake knew. But Steven didn't mind it; in fact, it made him feel less alone.

After all, how could anyone ever resist you?

He then sighed deeply, shaking his head. Clearly it was no use just laying in his bed like a corpse, so he sat up and threw the blanket off before grabbing a random book from his bedside table and donned his glasses. But his brain was too muddled, heart still not ceasing its turbulent thump as he couldn't even register the words popping out of the worn pages he has read a thousand times.

"So you wear glasses, too, huh?"

He flinched slightly at your voice, seeing you standing at the foot of his bed. You chuckled softly before your eyes landed on his ankle restraint, raising a brow.

"S-Sorry, it's..." He scrambled for something--anything. "I...I know it's a huge red flag, but I have a...sleeping disorder. I promise it ain't for something, um...sexual."

"No need to make excuses, Steven. I don't think it's a red flag."

'And I wouldn't mind if you used it on ME.' You bit back the risqué words that nearly tumbled out your foolish, needy mouth.

Steven only smiled shyly, putting the book away before he gasped when he suddenly felt something plop down on his lap.

Something soft, warm, and lovely.

"Is...is this okay..?" Now it was your turn to be shy, meeting his gaze tentatively.

"More than okay." He breathed, staring up at you with an awed grin. "Gods, Y/N, you're beautiful."

"Thanks, this is my 'I wonder how I didn't pass out from running the most I never thought I could' look." You laughed. But Steven didn't, guilt clouding his features.

He placed his hands on your hips, brows knitting together and jaw squaring. "I really am sorry, Y/N. You didn't have to do that, didn't have to meet me. I would've hated it, but I would've totally understood if you never wanted to see me again. And yet...I was happy when you did come."

"I'm happy, too, Steven." You assured him, one hand on his shoulder while the other combed through his fluffy curls. "And honestly, I would do it again. If you were in, hell, Egypt--I'd still find a way to you, no matter what."

His expression softened, a smile replacing his frown as he leaned forward and laid his head on your chest. "Please do one favour for me, though?" You kept quiet, patiently awaiting his words. "If you ever meet Marc, punch the prick."

"Baby, I can only slap him! No way I'd ever damage your godsent face." You laughed again, little snorts wracking your body that Steven found so damn endearing. Then he looked up, his chin resting in between the pillowy softness of your breasts.

"Love... Call me that again."

"Baby." You obeyed with zero hesitation, and Steven groaned. A deep, rumbly sound that sent tingles all throughout your body. You lightly tugged on his hair, making his head tip back and gaze locking with his pretty brown eyes that have gotten darker, pupils dilated.

"Baby..." Your voice came out as a pathetic whine, your hand on his shoulder holding on for dear life. "Wanna kiss you."

Like a predator pouncing on its prey, Steven swooped up to catch your lips--only for the both of your glasses to bump into each other.

An awkward beat passed between the two of you before you both exploded into riotous laughter. The two of you fell side by side on the bed, giggling so much that tears sprang to your eyes and your stomachs hurt.

Once you two finally calmed down, you exchanged bright smiles and Steven rolled on top of you. His elbows dug into the bed on either side of you, making sure not to bear down his weight on you. He then took off both of your glasses, setting them aside on the bedside table.

"Shall we try again, love?" But Steven didn't wait for your response, crashing his lips with yours.

It was chaste. Feather light. So much better than what you ever imagined it to be like. Steven's lips were unexpectedly soft, but there was a certain firmness in the way he kissed you. Your eyes fluttered shut, slowly wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in closer to deepen the kiss.

Steven cradled the side of your face gently, lovingly, as if he was handling glass. Then, experimentally, you nipped on his bottom lip. He gasped sharply, and you slid your tongue inside his mouth.

It was obvious how inexperienced you were, but Steven certainly didn't mind. In fact, it only turned him on even more that you wanted to spend your precious first time with him.

And he was definitely never letting you go.

You moved your tongue uncertainly, small panic brewing inside of you if you were doing it right. All those shows and movies made kissing look so easy; but you were soon snapped out of your thoughts as Steven's tongue tangled with yours, taking the lead as he coaxed you into a lazy, sensual dance.

And that drew a long, beautiful moan out of you. Steven craved more, more, more--wanting to push you to the very limit, a lustful, greedy beast suddenly possessing his body.

But oh, he knew, deep down, that beast has always been there; waiting for the right moment to be released.

Waiting for you.

He then slowly pulled away, a thin string of saliva connecting your tongues. Your entire body was flushed, lips puffy and eyes hazy with anguished yearning as you stared up at him. Your hands reached out, clinging on tightly to his black sweatshirt. Despite being on the bed, you felt as if you were free falling into a bottomless pit.

And you wanted to fall--with Steven.

"Steven..." You murmured, one leg wrapping around his waist. "Are you gonna make love to me?"

"No." His reply was instant, levelling his gaze with yours. "I will, but not tonight, darling. I don't have any condoms."

"I...I don't mind..."

A low purr reverberated from his throat. Fuck, were you even aware of what you were saying? Of the sweet, tempting danger it entailed?

He might as well just tie you up, keep you in his apartment forever. With him. ONLY him.

He shook his head, quickly stamping down such dark, possessive thoughts.

"Love." He emphasized through clenched teeth, and you saw the way his inner conflict flickered in his eyes. "Not tonight, Y/N. But that doesn't mean I can't still please you, yeah?"

He pulled your leg off of his waist then pressed his lips to your ankle, electricity coursing directly to where you desired it most.

He never broke eye contact, his lips slowly trailing down the smooth expanse of your leg before pausing at your crotch. He chuckled deeply, ignoring it as he moved to your stomach.

You mewled desperately, wiggling slightly. "Baby." You pleaded, nearly breathless. "Please... Don't fuckin' tease me."

"M'sorry, pretty girl. Just let me worship you, yeah? You deserve it." He hummed, completely unbothered. "I deserve it."

He pushed up your tank top, your breasts spilling erotically and...fuck, was that a belly button piercing?

"First year of college. It was a completely lucid decision." You giggled at his stunned expression. "Hurt like a bitch, but I've always wanted one."

"Looks like I'm not the only one with secrets, then." He chuckled, kissing your belly with utmost tenderness and your breath getting caught in your throat. His lips languidly traced upwards, reaching your breasts and burying his face in between them and inhaling deeply.

Now he understood why Jake wouldn't shut the hell up about the way you smelled after asking you out.

His left hand groped one of your breasts, breath stuttering at the wonderful plushness. Then he raised his head, eyes locking intently with yours once more as his tongue flicked your pert nipple. You whimpered for more, more, more--back arching as you eagerly offered yourself to him.

And he just as eagerly accepted your gracious offer, mouth latching on to your nipple. You moaned as he sucked and squeezed, his teeth grazing slightly against the sensitive bud, only magnifying the maddening sensations you had no control over yet had the privilege to be a willing victim to.

He pulled away with a resounding 'pop' before giving your other breast equal devoted attention, his right hand making its descent lower, lower, lower--slipping inside your shorts and his chest blazing at the dampness that greeted him.

"Bloody hell..." He grunted, erection straining painfully against his pyjama pants. He glanced down, his much larger hand cupping your entire pussy. "Wanna fucking taste you, angel. Can I? Please, love, I wanna taste your pretty pussy."

"Y-You don't even have to ask..." You squeaked, completely scarlet from head to toe. "Just take me, baby."

Steven grinned wolfishly, a gleam in his eyes that you've never seen before making your heart skip a beat. Without wasting another moment, he practically ripped your shorts off. He groaned as he saw the wet splotch in the middle of your panties, yanking them down your legs before bringing it up to his nose as a shiver ran down his spine at your intoxicating scent.

Your arousal was flowing down to your thighs, eyes glazed over as if in a trance as you watched Steven sniff your panties like a beast in heat. Then he shimmied out of his pants, your eyes widening as his cock stood proudly; thick and veiny, the tip an angry red and leaking with pre-cum. His fist, still clutching on to your panties, wrapped around his cock as he leaned down to meet your pussy.

Instinctively, you snapped your legs shut, hands flying to your face.

"I-I'm sorry!" You sobbed, briskly shaking your head. "I'm sorry, so sorry! I...I can't, Steven..."

You expected him to be furious, and honestly you'd understand if he was. What you didn't expect, however, was him gently removing your hands and tenderly kissing away your tears.

"Hey, hey, it's alright, love." He assured, his hands massaging soothing circles on yours. "What's the matter? You don't want to continue?"

"I-I do, it's just..." You sniffled, blinking away tears and meeting his concerned gaze. "I'm...I'm embarrassed, Steven. It's just... Y-You know it's my first time, and you're doing amazing, it's just...I'm scared I'm not. I...have no idea what the fuck to do, and I'm not even pretty."

"That's not true." His voice was firm, jaw ticking resolutely. His brows furrowed, expression the most serious you've ever seen it. "You're bloody gorgeous, Y/N. I'm the git who doesn't know what the hell you see in me. And don't fret about being inexperienced, love. I'm so happy that you wanna be with me, and if you'd allow me, I wanna spend the rest of my life proving it to you."

You stayed silent, then your lips curved up into a dazzling smile that had Steven utterly weak in the knees. What the hell were you so anxious about, anyway? This was Steven Grant, the man of your wildest dreams. The man you loved.

"I love you, Steven."

Steven froze, tears prickling his eyes. Something between a sob and a chuckle escaped him, positively beaming down at you.

"I love you, too, Y/N."

He then parted your legs, hands quivering slightly. "I love you..." He crouched down, pressing his lips to your inner thigh. "...so fucking much." His tongue darted out, licking the beautiful stretch marks that lined the supple skin of your thighs.

His tongue slowly wandered up, up, up, and you were scarcely breathing once his face was in front of your cunt. His hot breath fanned against your clit; dark, nearly black eyes fixed on yours.

"Quand je vivais tendre et craintive amante..." He recited in French, smiling up at you. "...avec ses feux je peignais ses douleurs."

When I was a tender and fearful lover, with her fires I painted her pains.

You had noticed earlier the French poetry books stacked on Steven's desk, but goddammit you didn't expect he would quote one while he was right in front of your pussy.

You were sure this absolutely sexy menace of a man was trying to murder you.

His thumb then brushed against your clit, making you gasp. He grinned widely, pushing down on your nub as you whimpered and squirmed helplessly.

"Baby..." You begged, tears pouring down your pretty pink cheeks, and there must be something severely wrong with Steven to find it so enticing. "Pretty please... Fuck me with your mouth."

And how could he ever say no to that? He was merely a loyal, desperate slave for his goddess' wishes. For her love.

And so, like a parched man in the desert, he buried his face in your sopping pussy. You yelped, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the sudden--but very much not unwelcomed--intrusion into your deepest, most intimate part.

Steven's groan of appreciation vibrated within your gummy walls, inching ever so deeper, feeling his nose hit a bundle of nerves. Then his tongue licked a long, slow stripe along your mound and up to your clit. You cried out, a broken, pornographic song that echoed throughout Steven's entire flat.

"Gods..." His voice was low, trembling; one hand yet again wrapping around his aching cock, the flimsy fabric of your panties hugging the tip. "You've no idea how much I dreamt of this, Y/N. Waited for this." His other hand settled on your pussy, deft fingers running along your drenched folds. "Such a good girl, tastes so fucking good."

He puckered his lips, kissing your pussy. And the sounds that accompanied were downright filthy, Steven moaning shamelessly, loud squelches and the heady smell of your sex filling the air.

Slowly, carefully, he thrusted a finger inside of you. You keened, your thighs squishing Steven's head and your hands gripping onto his hair. He then added another finger, scissoring his digits and you knew right then and there that you were losing what's barely left of your fucking mind.

You grinded against him, and he bobbed his head zealously in perfect tandem with you. His tongue lapped up and down, up and down, before suddenly driving it inside your hole.

He was rubbing his cock vigorously, watching you, burning this marvelous moment for all eternity into his memories. And as soon as a third finger slipped in, you were fucking gone.

You screamed, finally reaching that peak and falling over it, seeing stars. You gushed around his mouth, and Steven noisily slurped it all up, not daring to leave behind a single drop.

He soon followed, grunting animalistically as his cum sprayed all over your panties. He collapsed against your pussy, in between the heavenly plushness of your thighs, panting raggedly.

Neither of you knew how long you both stayed like that, coming down from your high, until you sliced through the serene silence.

"Wow... Just...wow."

Steven chuckled breathlessly, looking up at you with your wetness glistening on his lips and chin. "Wow, indeed." He then leaned forward, and you gasped as his lips suckled on the skin right next to your clit, claiming you with a dark purple mark.

"You'll be the fucking death of me, Steven Grant." You groaned playfully, pulling on his hair.

He grinned, crawling over your body before moulding your lips together in a passionate liplock. His tongue entwined with yours and you could taste yourself, your brain short circuiting.

He slowly drew away, gently knocking his forehead against yours as his grin grew impossibly bigger.

"I'll make love to you at the Field of Reeds, then."

[descenderintofantasy]

You know that part at the beginning of D1 where the Core Four first arrived at AP, and Audrey corrected Ben's introduction to "PRINCE Benjamin. Soon to be King." Evie tries to flirt with Ben by saying, "My mom's a queen, which makes me a princess." And Audrey snottily replies, "The Evil Queen doesn't have any royal status here."?

Imagine a world where Harry goes to AP with them, and upon hearing Audrey say that, this happens.

-

Harry: Is that because EQ is on the Isle? Well, my mum's a queen, too, and she's not on the Isle or a part of Auradon. And I wasn't even born on the Isle, so technically, you should refer to me as "prince"

Audrey: *sputtering* That's not possible! You can't be a prince!

Harry: Oh, it definitely is, and I definitely am. Why don't ya go have a look into your records from sixteen years ago on what happened in Wonderland, and get back to me, lass

Audrey: *looks to Fairy Godmother for help*

Fairy Godmother: *uncomfortable cough* He's telling the truth, dear

Audrey: *angry screeching*

Harry: *laughing*

Ben: ...Anyway. The tour...

-

I doubt it actually works that way, but it would be really funny, and I can also picture it so clearly.

*ROFL!* XD XD I LOVE this! GO HARRY! If you haven't gathered by now I hate audrey, so I love seeing her get put in her place! Whatsmore its nothing but TRUTH Harry is the Queen of Hearts son making him entitled to be called 'Prince' I love love love love love this! XD

Thanks for the ask! :D

[lady-divine-writes]

Kurtbastian one-shot "Data Dump" (Rated T)

Summary:

Sebastian was raised to throw money at his problems. But Kurt wants more effort than that from his boyfriend. Sebastian finds a way to solve this problem in an unlikely place - TikTok.

Notes:

I started writing this back in 2021, which is when the TikTok trend mentioned was happening. Then I disappeared for four years XD But I love this and have always wanted to finish it. (3,464 words)

Read on AO3.

Kurt's phone buzzes in his pocket, but he ignores it.

Vehemently ignores it.

He doesn't need to check it.

He knows who it is.

He knows what the messages, piling up like the snow outside on the sidewalk, say.

Sebastian has been blowing up his phone for the past half hour, which is obnoxious as hell since they are sitting roughly thirty feet apart with only a door between them.

Kurt's phone buzzes again. And again. And again. He considers silencing it. Admittedly, turning it off would be better. But he's working from home today, so he needs to be available in case Isabelle wants to get a hold of him. Sebastian knows this. It's a loophole that he is exploiting.

Because Sebastian loves loopholes.

Of course, it's 3:17, and Isabelle leaves the office around four. Maybe Kurt could get away with it. As long as no fashion lines drop unexpectedly, or there aren't any "What color is this dress?" controversies brewing.

The bedroom door flies open, and Sebastian's head pops out.

“Kurt! Dammit! Look at your phone!”

“We're in the same apartment! If you want to talk, come out here and talk!”

"No! I need you to look at your phone!"

"Why?"

"Because I'm trying to apologize!"

"Then come out here and apologize!"

"But...but..." Sebastian sputters, "That'll negate the apology I sent you! And I put effort into it! Remember effort? The thing you say I don't give enough of because I solve everything with my wallet?"

Kurt's burgeoning tirade stops short, leaving him mouth agape. He does say that. Quite a lot, actually, where their relationship is concerned. But that's because, for the past few years, it's been true. Sebastian forgets an anniversary? A blue box from Tiffany's shows up on Kurt's desk. They get into a fight, and Sebastian says something heinous? A new McQueen scarf gets added to Kurt's collection. Sebastian discovers at the last minute that he has a dinner meeting scheduled for the one night Kurt's friends are coming to town for drinks? A new pair of Jimmy Choos magically appears on the passenger seat of Kurt's SUV. And whereas Kurt isn't opposed to material displays of affection, the one thing all these lack is Sebastian himself.

"Fair," Kurt admits. "But why do I need to look at my phone?"

"It's sort of a multi-media event."

"Multi-media event?" Kurt rolls his eyes. God, Sebastian can be so precious sometimes. And not in a good way. "Fine. I'll look," he promises. But he doesn't. Not right away.

And Sebastian glares at him.

"Now, Kurt. Now. Look at your phone right now."

Kurt huffs, followed by another dramatic "Fine!" He grabs his phone, throttling it like it owes him money. He unlocks it as slowly as humanly possible. Sebastian, watching from the doorway, begins to tap his toe against the floor. Then he drums his finger on the door jamb. And when Kurt still hasn't reached his messaging app, he knocks his forehead against the wall.

"Kuuurrrttt!"

"I'm getting there, I'm getting there!"

"Urgh!" Sebastian gives up his surveilling and retreats back into the bedroom.

Kurt opens his messaging app and groans. "127 missed messages? Are you kidding me right now?"

"No, I'm not!" Sebastian bellows, and Kurt can't help snickering. Sebastian might be annoying, but never let it be said that the man is unamusing. Kurt clears his throat and scrolls down to missing message number one. He opens it and reads it out loud.

-You say I don't open up to you.

-That in the seven years we've been together, you know me less now than you did in high school.

-I don't know how that's possible, but I'm not going to debate that with you.

-Instead, I'm going to admit that you might be right.

-But I have my reasons for not opening up.

-It's not because I don't trust you.

-It's because I have more baggage than your Louis Vuitton weekender set, and I didn't want to burden you with it.

Kurt pauses, rereading that last message a few more times. A twinge of guilt tightens his shoulders and ratchets straight up through his neck. He knows that Sebastian has baggage.

Kurt has met his family.

They have so many expectations that Kurt is surprised Sebastian's head didn't explode sometime before high school. Sebastian graduated from Dalton with honors and a perfect 5.0 GPA. He was accepted to all the Ivy Leagues as well as a few prestigious international schools. He worked at an internship right out of high school, and it wasn't for anyone his family had direct connections to. But as much as the Smythes treat Sebastian like an investment they are making grand returns off of, nothing he does is ever good enough.

Surprisingly, they don't have any problem with their commodity being gay. Sebastian's family loves Kurt. Either that, or they are all tremendous actors. But in genuine extended family fashion, they keep asking when the two of them are going to buckle down, get married, and find an equally well-connected surrogate to give them some grandkids.

After witnessing all that, Kurt has to admit it would be difficult to be a branch growing on the Smythe family tree and not want to yeet yourself into a wood chipper.

-I wanted a clean slate. Put my privileged past behind me.

-Ugh. Poor little rich kid, I know.

-I made myself nauseous just then.

-My childhood was fucked up.

-I'm not the best conversationalist.

-When things get too serious, I default to crude jokes and petty insults.

-I know I can't do that anymore.

-I can't hide things from you.

-And I have been. Our entire relationship.

-I've tried to brush it off by saying it's because I had a dysfunctional childhood.

-You counter back with, "Everyone did."

-And you're right.

-But you don't understand.

-When you grow up with the kind of wealth my family has, concepts like dysfunctional take on a whole different meaning.

-You say I never break it down for you, try to help you understand.

-But it's not that easy.

-And I'm so used to using humor as a cover, any explanation I can give you comes out as sarcasm and vitriol.

-You think I'm making fun of you. Which I'm not trying to do.

-Not anymore.

-So, to prove that I want to move forward with you, I'm doing a complete 180 and putting it all out there, tearing off the BandAid in the most irrelevant way possible.

-I jumped on a TikTok trend.

“You have a TikTok account,” Kurt mumbles.

The phone buzzes in his hand. A new message pops up.

-Yes, I have a TikTok account.

Kurt seethes. The bastard won’t come out and talk to him, man to man, but he’ll listen to Kurt through their security cameras and then text him? How asinine is that!?

Kurt is tempted to turn off his phone, work be damned, and set it aside, but he takes a deep breath and counts to ten. He made a promise to hear Sebastian out.

He's not going to break it because his boyfriend is acting like a goober.

He gets another message. This time, it's a link.

-Please take a moment to go to the account I made and watch as I expose myself.

-And before you ask, yes, I kept my clothes on.

-I reserve nude confessions for my OnlyFans.

-Love, Sebastian

"You have an OnlyFans?" Kurt says louder, knowing the walls have ears.

-Would you subscribe if I did?

"No."

-Prude.

"Man whore." Kurt brings up the apps on his phone and searches for TikTok.

Nope.

No TikTok.

He vaguely remembers uninstalling it the minute he got his phone.

Even as an uber-popular social media platform among designer types, he figured he would never use it.

Welp.

Now he has to download it and make an account.

After entering his info, selecting the categories he's interested in, and answering no to linking his contacts, he clicks the link Sebastian sent him and goes to his account. Sebastian's account is public, but the post in question is unavailable. Kurt friends him, and Sebastian friends him right back.

Kurt shakes his head at how adolescent this all is. But he's intrigued.

And he doesn't hate it.

Sebastian gets a 10 out of 10 for originality.

He clicks on the post, one of two available, but the person who appears on the screen isn't Sebastian.

The post is a stitch with another creator. The face of a young woman fills the screen. She's wearing no-makeup makeup and the most trying-not-to-look-expensive-but-still-expensive Versace tee Kurt has ever seen. A tag in the caption says #richtok. She smiles at her camera and says, "What's the most insane actual rich person behavior you've ever experienced? I'll go first..."

The woman disappears, and Sebastian's face fills the screen, way too close to the camera. When he takes a step back to better fill the frame, Kurt sees that he is also dressed in a super expensive tee.

Kurt snorts.

"I'm cheating on this one because they're all about me," Sebastian says. "Strap in because it's a long one." He clears his throat and inhales deep as if he's about to say a lot in a single breath. Then he fires away. "My parents hosted my first sleepover when I was in the third grade. Every friend that came brought their own butler or valet and, in some cases, a chef who also spent the night. This one kid, Trevor, had his chef making gluten-free cupcakes at three in the morning. My house is so big that another one of my friends got lost on the way to the downstairs bathroom, and we didn't find him for a week. No joke."

"Oh...my God..." Kurt mutters. When he had asked Sebastian for full disclosure about his upbringing, wanting more insight into why his boyfriend is the way he is, Kurt thought he'd hear more about his parents' unreasonable expectations, some first kiss awkwardness, self-doubt during his scrawny middle school phase (Kurt has seen pictures), or maybe some bullying about his hair. He definitely did not expect this. "That's not...that can't be real..."

"And why, you may ask?" video Sebastian continues. "Because we have catacombs on the property. That's right. Down in the wine cellar, past the casques, we have honest-to-God catacombs. It's not exactly legal, so I can't tell you where they are. Sorry, not sorry."

Kurt's eyes pop.

Kurt could tell them. He's been there.

In Sebastian's childhood home.

Kurt has even been to the wine cellar with Sebastian to get a bottle of merlot.

They had sex down there.

Oh God...

"Here's a picture of them, though. That boy in the middle? That's me. The skeleton to my right? Uncle Avery. My parents paid for my friend's therapy for over a decade, out of pocket and in cash, so no one would make the connection. Because imagine the headline on that one: Senator's son traumatized by time spent lost in attorney's illegal catacombs." Sebastian barks a laugh, but it dies quickly. "Moving on."

"There's...there's more?" Kurt asks, astonished. He expects Sebastian to answer from the bedroom, but he guesses Sebastian is letting the video do all the explaining for the time being.

"My dad is an attorney. He used to be a state attorney until he discovered that the real money was in defending other filthy rich people. Rich people who were worse morally than my parents. And because of it, for the longest time, my dad, my mom, and I were in danger for our lives. When I got my learner's permit, he bought me a Lambo." Sebastian leans toward the screen and cackles. "I learned how to drive in a Lambo. Talk about pretentious as fuck! Then, my dad bought two identical Lambos and hired drivers to drive them. They'd follow me around anytime I went out so that no one ever knew which car I was in. So I only had a one in three chance of ending up dead whenever I went for a drive. Well, higher when you consider I was a lousy driver."

"What the...?" Kurt shoots a look at the bedroom door, contemplating storming in and confronting Sebastian about why? Why did his parents do these things? And how did his father get away with all of this? But that's the point Sebastian is trying to make.

His dad is rich—unfathomably rich. Sebastian was raised among the unfathomably rich, and they threw money at any problem that arose.

That's where Sebastian learned it from.

"My dad took us to Milan for the weekend because he wanted authentic Italian food and felt our chef wasn't cutting it. But that's not all. He dragged the poor man to Italy so he could watch us eat 'authentic Italian' to prove the point that the man was slacking. Plot twist, Our chef WAS Italian. Tenth generation. No lie. His grandfather founded two of the most famous cooking schools in Europe. Our chef's whole family has worked for my family since forever, except for one cousin who works for the mob."

"Oh my God!" Kurt shrieks. It's unintentional, but he can't help it! He feels like he's watching an episode of The True Housewives of Westerville, except every character is Sebastian's dad. How can one person be so horrific? Kurt has suffered humiliating things in his life, but he can't put himself in that chef's shoes at all.

Sebastian's father did all of that to make a point? And how much did that cost? Kurt has had his share of revenge fantasies, but he can't picture spending a small fortune solely to make someone feel like shit.

But incredibly, Sebastian isn't done, and Kurt starts to wonder: Where does it end?

How awful can one man be?

"One of the reasons my family is so rich? My father’s side hustle is gentrifying neighborhoods. Loads of them. In nearly every city in the country."

Ah. That awful, apparently.

"In wealthy circles, I am considered a catch. Not because of who I am, mind you. No one is clamoring to date me because of my sparkling personality. But because of my family's net worth. Seven celebrities have offered to buy my sperm. I was thirteen at the time, and my dad almost said yes. By the way, that's not as uncommon as you would think. If you're a kid from a super wealthy family, your parents have probably been approached once or twice for your eggs or sperm."

If Kurt's eyes were bugging out before, that confession almost jettisons them from his skull.

"No one ever showed me true affection, so all I know how to do is throw money at things. And that's going to be important in a moment. Follow for part two."

The screen freezes, and so does Kurt. He sits on the sofa, frozen in place, staring into his boyfriend's unmoving face, stunned into silence.

"I...what...what did I just watch?"

Kurt's phone vibrates, and a message notification pops up. He clicks on it.

-It's not over yet. Have you watched part 2?

Kurt frowns. Why is Sebastian asking? "You know I haven't. You've been watching me this whole time!"

-I know. It just seemed rude to assume.

"You're going to have to give me a moment to digest what I just saw."

-You're right. You're absolutely right.

-You have two minutes.

-Digest.

"Catacombs, Sebastian? Catacombs!?"

-Yeah. Weird. Go to part 2.

"I've slept in that house, Seb! We had sex in that wine cellar!"

-Yup. We have trauma in common. We'll bond over that later. Go to part 2.

"And selling your sperm? I mean, I knew your parents were messed up, but I didn't realize they were underage paternity fraud messed up!"

-I tried to tell you. Go to part 2. Now. Right now.

"But...you just told the whole world about your dad's shady deals! If he ever sees this, he's going to disown you! And if what you said is true, hire someone to bury you under the house!"

-Yeah, well, I wouldn't be the first. Ba-dum-bum.

"Sebastian!"

-Relax, babe. That's why this video is set to 'friends only'. And you're my only friend, so...go to part 2.

"You mean - you did all this, signed up for a TikTok account, and recorded this video - for an audience of one?"

Kurt hears a frustrated sigh, and the bedroom door opens.

"Yes! Effort, remember? I fucking love you! You're special to me! Now go to part 2! Now!"

"Alright, alright!" Kurt fires back. "Fine! I fucking love you, too!"

"Fantastic!" The bedroom door slams shut, and Kurt returns to Sebastian's account. He finds the second part of the video and presses play. It starts with the same young woman saying her spiel and then splits off to Sebastian.

"Part 2! Now, this is the ring I bought for my boyfriend. I've been holding on to it for a while now." Sebastian holds a blue box up to the camera.

Tiffany's.

Of course.

He opens it, turning the platinum band set with sapphires and diamonds to face the camera. Kurt's heart sinks. It's the most gorgeous thing he's ever laid his eyes on.

But there's his apology, right?

"I haven't given it to him yet because a lot of my apologies come in blue boxes, and I didn't want the love of my life to think this was another attempt to buy his forgiveness." Sebastian looks at the ring in the box and sighs. No-he deflates. Because he was thinking the same thing Kurt was. He is becoming self-aware.

And that gives Kurt hope.

"What I'm hoping it will do is show him that I do listen. I'm hoping it will prove the lengths I am willing to go to make sure he wears something on his finger that he will love. Because when someone gives you an engagement ring..."

Kurt's mouth drops open. "En...engagement...ring?"

"...it should be the kind of thing you never want to take off. This one has everything he loves: platinum band and equally matched sapphires and diamonds. Plus, it was designed by Jay Z for Tiffany's. It's one of a kind." Sebastian inches close to the camera and stage whispers, "It costs three and a half million dollars."

Kurt stares at the ring, wide-eyed and speechless.

"Now, don't get me wrong," Sebastian says. "I didn't get it for him to force his hand. Money is a part of my life. It always has been and always will be. And I love to spend money on my boyfriend. But if he wants me to return this ring and get something less showy, I'm all for that. It's meant for him. I'll get him a Ring Pop if that's what he wants. I just want him to be my husband. And I'm not proposing to force his hand either. I swear, I'm not. If he's not ready for this step, I'm okay to wait. I'm okay with us being boyfriends for the rest of our lives. And I promise, from this day forward, no more secrets, Kurt. No more blowing you off when things get uncomfortable. And no more throwing money at problems instead of talking them out. I am sorry. I am so sorry I didn't give you the one thing you have been asking for for so long. And that's me. All of me. My truth, my feelings, my effort. From the depths of my soul and the bottom of my heart, I apologize. So...will you? Will you marry me?"

That last part Kurt hears behind his ear accompanied by a warm breath that makes him shiver. Sebastian reaches over Kurt's shoulder and presents him with the open box, ring exposed. Sebastian's other arm wraps around Kurt's shoulders from behind and holds him close. "So...did I do good? With the whole talking about my issues thing? Opening up?"

"Yes?" Kurt half-asks, dumbstruck, as Sebastian slides into the seat beside him on the couch and pulls Kurt into his lap. This is...so much. So much to unpack and so much to absorb. It is safe to say that Kurt didn't know any of that. He couldn't have guessed it if he'd tried. But in the end, the most important thing he got from that was Sebastian- his effort, a sincere apology, a promise to change.

And a want to go forward.

Together.

"But I am going to recommend therapy."

"Do you think we could make it couples therapy? I hear that's an important step for two tortured drama queens planning on getting married."

Kurt looks at Sebastian, eyes shimmering as his obnoxious boyfriend - no, fiance - slips the incredible ring on his finger. "I do."

[blackjackkent]

Since I've decided Rakha has taken control of Ramazith's Tower, we're not bothering with activating the Elfsong camp, which is good because I have come to the conclusion over the past year that I kind of hate it. XD However, the bartender does inform her that Constable Devella is upstairs investigating Duke Stelmane's murder site and, much to my relief, we don't have to buy a room in order to be allowed upstairs to talk to her.

The Emperor speaks up again as they reach the upper floor. "Stelmane's parlor," it intones thoughtfully. "A place to receive clients and informants. I wonder if it's as I remember it."

Rakha doesn't respond. She still feels deeply unsettled in her relationship towards the Emperor, after the showdown in the sewers and her conversations with Minsc. But she pushes forward and opens the door - and she can feel the surreal shiver of nostalgia through her from her connection with the Prism, even as the room itself is completely unfamiliar to her.

Devella, it seems, is a gnome, and NOT pleased about an interruption to her crime scene, and equally unphased that it comes in the form of a seven-foot-tall half-orc who looks like she crawled out of one of the lower levels of the Hells.

"Oh, bollocks," she growls. "I told those idiots not to let anyone through." Wheeling around, she peers up at Rakha and snaps, "YOU! Name, rank, and reason for interrupting an active crime scene. For your sake, the last one better be bloody good."

(A/N: I love Devella. She doesn't take shit. XD The Dark Urge options here are both pretty funny: "Uh, Rakha, recently unemployed, I quite like murders?" and "Erm. Rakha, amnesiac, I care about preventing murders?" but neither of them are Rakha-ish.)

"Are you Devella?" Rakha asks. She's not intimidated by the little gnome, of course - but she would be lying if she said the woman's ferocity didn't give her a certain amount of pause. It's oddly stabilizing, especially given that the room still smells intensely of the blood that has soaked into the mattress of the bed and the floor around it. "Valeria sent me."

"To fetch her another bottle of mead, no doubt," Devella says sardonically. "Yes, I'm Devella, the unfortunate colleague. Unless you've got useful information, leave me to my work. Duke Stelmane's dead, and I've got to find who killed her."

Rakha relaxes a little. Devella clearly has little love for Valeria, which can only be a credit to her. And unlike Valeria, she is actually working to figure out the details behind the murders - and will, presumably, be pleased to know that Rakha has the answer.

"It was aspiring Bhaal cultist,"(*) she says calmly.

Devella's eyebrows shoot up. "Bhaal? That's exactly what I-- wait." She stops, glares at Rakha narrowly. "How do *you* know about that?"

(A/N: Metagaming very slightly here. Realisticallly all Rakha really has to do is show her the list, but there's kind of a fun little diversion here if she tells the full truth.)

Rakha hesitates. There are, frankly, a lot of reasons that she knows far more about the situation than Devella herself does. The most direct answer is also the most dangerous one - but it seems that Rakha will have to work with her if they're to find the route into the Bhaalist tribunal, and there's no point in being anything but fully honest. If it's going to be a problem, better to find out now than later.

"I'm his daughter,"(*) she says, her tone flat and quiet.

Devella's eyes widen. "Oh!" she sputters. "Oh, my. By Ilmater's rack, that's... that's..."

"Abhorrent?" Rakha says, altogether too calmly. Perhaps this was a mistake. Perhaps Devella's hand will fly to her weapon, and Rakha will respond in kind, and the battle will be quick and clean and Devella's head ripped from her body, and her blood pooling to mix with Stelmane's on the--

"It's fascinating!" Devella says brightly.

Rakha blinks.

"I should arrest you at once," the gnome goes on. "But... well, the Bhaalspawn crisis, it's the most interesting criminal plight in Baldurian history. If what you claim is true, you wouldn't be helping me here unless you were trying to *end* Bhaal's hold over you, just like the wayward Bhaalspawn who saved the Gate before..."

She pauses, then peers at Rakha thoughtfully. She seems cautious, but utterly unafraid. "You *are* here to help me, and not to sacrifice me, aren't you?"

Rakha doesn't say anything for a moment. She was expecting, at best, a wary and guarded acceptance of her help, but not excitement. Not trust, and the benefit of the doubt.

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Minsc grinning, and a slight smile on Wyll's lips.

"I'm working against Bhaal," she agrees. It's the first time she's said it out loud, and a sharp spasm of pain goes through the back of her head with the words. Swallowing a groan, she reaches into her pocket and pulls out, yet again, the crumpled piece of paper. "I found the murderer's target list."

Devella takes the paper eagerly and scans it, and the smile on her lips widens abruptly. "Gods! That's it!" she cries. "Proof that I was right!" She grins up eagerly at Rakha, bouncing from foot to foot. "I'm glad you're on the right side of this, Bhaalspawn. You could be invaluable, if you can get on the inside." Her eyes widen as she thinks further. "Hells," she adds, more gravely, "you might be the only one who can stop this. What else do you know?"

"I don't know much," Rakha admits, a tad sheepishly. She's still a little thrown by this friendly response from someone not of her party who knows her secret, and not entirely sure how to proceed. "I only just found out I was a Bhaalspawn in a vision."

Devella considers this, and then frowns with, of all things, sympathy. "You've had a busy tenday," she says gently. "I can't even imagine. Well - I'll tell you what *I* know."

She begins to pace back and forth along the bloody floor with the air of an energized professor giving a lecture. "A century ago, Bhaal bred dozens just like you. One of whom was Sarevok Anchev. He ruled the Iron Throne - a dark tower hiding a darker secret. It was the front for a deadly arms-dealing network. There, Sarevok amassed an army and sought to become a god. Under his stewardship, the Bhaal Temple was revived, and with it the Bhaal cult itself."

She halts her pacing abruptly, hooking her hands behind her back. "Fortunately, the temple was destroyed. And to cleanse the city of Sarevok's memory, the Iron Throne was torn from its foundations and cast into the Chionthar. For most, that was the end of it. But cults like that don't disappear overnight. That list you spoke of confirms I'm right."

Her expression grows grim. "The Bhaal cult is back. And someone is out there continuing Sarevok's work."

(A/N: Interesting! I did not know that the Iron Throne we raid later to rescue the gnomes was supposed to be THE building from BG1. I thought the name was a dry joke on Gortash's part. XD )

It's a moment before Rakha can respond. Her head started stabbing with pain around the moment Sarevok's name was mentioned, the low growl of the beast burning up and down Orin's scar at the back of her skull. She knows this story, these names, even if she doesn't know why, and they fill her with dread and a burning hunger that she doesn't like at all.

"Bhaal has a new Chosen in Baldur's Gate," she says, when she's regained hold of herself. "Orin. I suspect she's behind this."

Devella grimaces. "Gods save us all if you're right, but I'd believe it. Whoever it is, they are intimately familiar with Sarevok's work. The brutality of the killings is on par with Sarevok's own, but there's something more here, something new. There's a reverence to these murders, a certain flair; it's as if they were done in worship."

She sighs. "I tried to explain all of this to my superiors, but they wouldn't have any of it. They told me to drop it. Told me the city doesn't need another conspiracy theorist, and to get back to doing my job before they find something else to do it for me."

She squints at Rakha hopefully. "But you... you're not bound by such constraints. Help me out here? Help the *city* out? Follow the trail of these murders. Prove the truth. Use your lineage to get places the Fist can't."

Again Rakha is quiet for a little while. In a way, this is disappointing. Devella clearly doesn't have any more idea how to get into Bhaalist territory than she does. But... it's still a direction to go.

It means looking at more murder scenes. More tableaux soaked in blood, while the beast roars eagerly in her head and tries to rip itself free. But they might also find some people not yet killed, and Wyll and Jaheira would want her to help them.

And somewhere in this bloody trail might be the clue that leads her to Lae'zel.

"I'll do my best," she says gruffly.

Devella relaxes and gives her a faint smile. "You really are a godsend," she says.

She gives Rakha a little more information about her own plans - heading to the Upper City to secure the patriars, then heading to the Fist barracks to try and get more investigation resources. "Meet me there if you've anything more to report."

A pause, and then she straightens as if coming to attention, looking up at Rakha with respect. "And good luck. The people of the Gate are fortunate another of Bhaal's children stands against him. Walk in light."

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(*) Shortened a few lines here to make them more Rakha-ish. "Trust me on this - it was aspiring Bhaal cultist." "Don't panic, but I'm sort of... his daughter."

[iamvegorott]

Hello~. I had a great laugh reading the end of that last request you did. But then it got me thinking..... Can you do one where Anti is sitting on the couch, pouting, as he's getting lectured about coming home late after a date with Dark? And it's extra funny because he's technically the oldest, yet his younger siblings have him cornered.

Anti does have a habit of breaking curfew XD

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Anti stepped into the Septiceye House at some hour of the night. He had no idea what time it was, and the way he casually strolled in gave away that he didn’t care. He finished a date with Dark and was on that happy high he always got after spending time with him. If anyone ever mentioned said happy high, he’d deny it until he was blue in the face. Despite him and Dark seeing each other for several months, they were both still…shy about discussing it with the others. 

“You’re late.” Chase’s voice brought Anti back to the present, and he blinked at the sight of the other Septiceyes in the room looking at him like disappointed parents. 

“I’m not that late.” Anti huffed and tried to leave the room, but Jackie stood in his way. “You guys are being dramatic.”

“Take him to the couch,” Chase stated.

“Don't you-Jackie!” Anti yelled in protest when Jackie grabbed his upper arms and picked him up. “You and your stupid strength!” He let out a string of curses after that until he got sat down on the couch. 

“Thank you.” Chase smiled at Jackie before putting his stern face back on for Anti. “Where have you been?” 

“With Dark, you know this.” Anti rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and leaning back in a bit of a pout. 

“I always thought Dark was better at keeping track of time,” Henrik commented. 

“He is.” Marvin hummed as his grin grew. “But even the most time-conscious can get forgetful when they’re busy~” 

“What? You want details or something?” Anti scoffed. “I can tell you all about how I got bent-”

“Nope, nope, nope.” Jackie covered his ears. “We do not want details.” 

“I’m a grown man. I can go and have sex with my boyf-” Anti’s word turned into a long f sound as he caught himself.

“Boyfriend?” Chase finished for him.

“No!” 

“Our boy has a boyfriend!” Henrik joined the teasing. Anti felt his face getting warm and did not like that.

"‘Your boy’ is older than all of you.” Anti reminded as he stood up. “And I am not listening to this anymore. I am-” A new string of curses came out when Chase pulled him into a hug.

“They grow up so fast!” Chase played up a ‘crying voice’.

“I will stab you several times.” Anti squirmed with his threat. 

“Someone is blushing.” Marvin pinched Anti’s cheeks, giggling and moving his hands away when Anti tried to bite them. 

“I guess it is not shocking you stayed out so late. You must want to spend as much time as possible with your boyfriend.” Henrik chuckled. 

“I’m setting the House on fire.” Anti tried to escape from Chase again but got trapped by Jackie joining the hug.

“Can I be the best man at the wedding?” Jackie asked.

“Wedding!?” Anti’s eyes went wide, and his face turned a deeper shade of red. “There is no wedding! There will not-no-we’re not-no!” 

“Do you think he’s been punished enough for breaking curfew?” Marvin asked Henrik. 

“Give him another moment of sputtering, and yes.” Henrik watched the scene with a smirk. 

[quinloki]

I just now saw your kink game and I'm jumping on this. Since I'm such a basic bitch I choose breath play, choking, and orgasm denial for Law, Kid, and Crocodile. Please and thank you. 😘

<3 There's nothing basic about a good kink ^_^

We'll do these by character in order of being provided -

I'll probably say it while I'm writing these out, but please if you practice breath play please be careful! Breath Play has a notorious reputation of going south easily because people underestimate it.

If you have an interest check out this starter section on minimizing risks associated with it. Consent is sexy, and safe BDSM means getting to do it more often XD <3

Alright, enough reality land, let's get into these head canons \o/

Law:

Breath Play - Because of the versatility of his devil fruit, Law is a solid Yes for Breath Play of all kinds. It's all the rush and almost no risk, but he still has plenty of prep and such that he'll do to keep things in order. The point is about control, and as such he'll be sure that he maintains that impeccably. I imagine there's even a point where he pulls your heart or lungs out, and lets you watch as your body struggles.

Choking - A strong Yes again. But don't follow the captain's lead on this one, instead of just using his hands, Law will bring props - ropes, belts, etc. into the scene for it. There's far less risk for a slip with props when you can shambles them away in a split second. Careful monitoring again, letting you drown in the sweet mix of adrenaline and pleasure.

Orgasm Denial - Oh god you don't even know - Stoic as he is (or tries to be) otherwise, Law has always been a bit of a brat behind closed doors. Certainly a dom, but just as much a brat, and being able to deny you that final plunge over, and over, and over again and again is something he can easily delight in. There's a lot of control in it as well, so it hits more than one big button for him.

You ask for it one time, but after that it's almost entirely consigned to the realm of punishment play. Frustratingly good as it is, it is pretty hot when he finishes on you just as you're whining for yet another denial.

Kid:

Breath Play - Eustass is a Sure on this one. He doesn't have the capacity for safety for it that Law does, but he's not against it either. Ever the consummate kinkster, he'll be sure that the two of you are on the same page about it, setting up additional safety sounds, like finger snapping or you smacking your hand against something. Bondage is kept light during these sessions specifically so you have access to those kinds of movements easily.

Choking - I think Eustass was more of a I dunno on this - until he made a prosthetic that let him "cheat" a little. Managing to cram a few medical sensors into the palm and fingers he easily comes into a Yes on this one. The hands on aspect brings it up for him, feeling you twitch and struggle under his fingers.

Orgasm Denial - FUCK Yes - Eustass will tease you, rile you up, deny you over and over until you're a crying sputtering begging mess and then he'll force so many orgasms out of you afterward that you'll be begging him to stop. "C'mon, (y/n), make up your mind. First you're begging to cum, now yer beggin' me to stop." Not that you can answer him in the midst of another orgasm, but that shattered uncontrolled pleasure is what he was after anyway.

Sir Crocodile:

Breath Play - Overall Crocodile is a Sure for breath play. It has it's risks, and he's experienced enough to be fully aware of them. The comforting thing in a very uncomfortable thought, is that he's probably used breath play to dispatch an unwanted suitor/spy. Because of this he is keenly aware of where the line is, and has a experience-driven knowledge on being able to stay on the... safe side of it. He's only fairly neutral about it because you're not unwanted, and if he's not careful he'll risk something he means to keep.

Choking - Solidly more of a Yes for this, because of how more hands on it is. He prefers direct control, and he can watch your eyes, your face, and feel your pulse this way. Getting to hear and feel you squirm in pleasure makes it even better. While he only has one functional hand for this kind of thing, it still works out well - it's big enough, and the cold smooth metal of that hook caressing your body when you're on fiery edge from the choking certainly doesn't take away from the experience. >.>

Orgasm Denial - How Crocodile vibes this is a Sure, but how "good" he is at has much more passion to it. He won't seem to have much of an opinion one way or another, but if you put him in a mood he'll be denying your orgasms for days. Especially if you've irritated him in some way. You cannot beg this man into giving you relief, and if you try to find it on your own you might find yourself immobile or monitored for long stretches of time until he decides you get relief.

(A quietly adorable thing you may notice with time is that if you don't finish neither does he. >.> Take that as you please. )

Kinky One Piece Head Canon

[yellowelectroslime]

Hi for the alphabet ask game

Stelle with the letters G, N, and Q

✌️😋✌️

(I love stelle she is so literally me core frfr)

[notes: Stelle and Caelus are so silly XD, I main stelle so i gotchu ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊ tickle ask game here]

G: Gentle | How do they react to gentle tickles?

She would be super giggly and squirmy I imagine, like she would be sputtering incoherent things out of pure anticipation. She's especially weak to soft grazing on her ribs. Feathers and brushes don't really work as well as fingernails for her. she'll still be giggling like crazy tho

N: Nights | Their tickle behavior during nights?

She becomes an absolute TICKLE MONSTER, like something in her just activated. sometimes when she's playful she would have the urge to just tickle everyone on the express the moment it becomes night time. Her main victims during this phase are Dan Heng with the help of March (hehe i love this silly trio), and sometimes even Welt with the encouragement of Himeko

Q: Question | Their response to the question ‘Are you ticklish’?

She used to be oblivious to the ler's intentions since she doesn't have much experience with tickling so she would just answer blandly without knowing what would happen. But after she spent more time with the express she became more flustered when someone askes this question since they would always get into tickle fights on the express. She would stutter on her words and try to bolt for it (it doesn't work)

[tickle ask game: OPEN]

[zonerobotnik]

I know that I have Clyde seem like such a chill guy that goes with the flow and doesn't let anything bother him but actually he hates the royal family of Corona and everyone in the Capital and has a bitter, bitter heart about what happened with the rocks.

I just don't get the chance to show it much.

Here's some snippets from something I've been poking at.

Context: Eugene heard Varian was in a fight, finds him wrestling with a stranger.

[“Hey!” Eugene finally recovered from the surprise and stepped forward. “You heard him! Let him up!”

The stranger, who had a tanned, freckled face, a reddish-brown ponytail, green eyes and some kind of green and black adventurer’s outfit, looked up at him with annoyance, then smirked and pressed down further onto Varian. “Say ‘please’, Royal Dog.”

“What?!” Eugene sputtered.

“Clyde.” Varian sighed. “Please.”

“Tch. I wanted to see the dog beg.” Clyde, apparently, got up and offered Varian a hand up.

“Clyde, be nice.” Varian said as he got up. “Eugene, this is Clyde Miller, he used to live in Old Corona. Clyde, this is Prince Consort Eugene Fitzherbert. He's also Captain of the Royal Guard and kind of my cousin. My dad has a weird family tree.”

“Mm, fascinating.” Clyde said, draping an arm around Varian’s shoulders. He was a head taller than Varian and looked rather well-built, and like he’d been traveling a while.

‘Actually, if he evacuated from Old Corona, he’s been traveling for four years.’ Eugene thought. “Pleasure to meet a friend of Varian's.” He extended a hand.

Clyde eyed his hand with distaste. “I don't shake hands with Royal Dogs.”

“Clyde!” Varian hissed. “Sorry, Eugene. He's a little bit bitter about the Capital kind of ignoring Old Corona’s troubles all the time.”

“Has that changed?” Clyde looked at him. “Oh no, wait, it's empty. Everyone left, the only people living there now are relatives that were in the Capital at the time of the evacuation that moved back in!”]

Context: Clyde is trying to find a Disciple causing trouble and reluctantly goes to tell Rapunzel about the threat in her Kingdom.

[“Varian, who is your friend?” Rapunzel asked. “He is your friend, right?”

“Yeah!” Varian nodded, then looked thoughtful. “Kinda? I mean, we were kind of friends, but kind of enemies…”

“We were frenemies.” The young man shrugged. “Clyde Miller of Old Corona.”

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you!” She held out a hand.

He looked at her hand, then walked on down the hall. “I can’t say the sentiment is mutual.”

“Uhm…okay, why is that?” She asked as she followed him.

“Rapunzel, just don’t.” Varian shook his head.

“No, I need to know. Why isn’t he happy to meet me?” Rapunzel asked. “What did I ever do to him?”

“Rapunzel, just drop–”

“You think you did something?” Clyde laughed bitterly and turned to her. “No, Princess. It’s not what you did, it’s what you didn’t do. Your entire family left us to die from sharp, deadly rocks. Our pleas to the castle were ignored, and from what I hear it’s all because of you that the rocks were attacking at all! They were after the Sundrop, weren’t they?” He pointed at her accusingly. “You could’ve stopped them before our village was destroyed, our people killed, but you instead hid away in your ivory tower and pretended that you didn’t doom us all! And that’s not even getting started with how you gave Varian false hopes of friendship!”

“Wha–well–” Rapunzel stopped short, struck dumb.

“If you actually cared about him, you would’ve visited and seen the rocks destroying our village long before the blizzard!” Clyde said angrily. “And when Varian ran to get your help, you allowed him to be thrown out into the snow!”

“Clyde, come on.” Varian sighed. “Let’s just drop it.”

“...Fine.” Clyde turned to walk on after Eugene.]

And we're just getting started with this story, however long it is. XD

[horizontwinflames]

It's WIP Monday, my dudes!

Okay, now this is a teaser for chapter 3 LOL

Chapter 3 - One Last Lesson (WIP) [...] The sisters quickly began to descend the hills, and once they were out of Rost's sight, Beta panicked, "Ooooh shit shit shit! You think he wants us to take down a hunter-killer machine?"  "Pff, that's no problem, you know that," Aloy responded nonchalantly. Beta stepped in front of her sister, stopping her from walking, and then sputtered, "That's the thing, sis! Rost doesn't know we’re used to sneaking outside the Embrace!"  Aloy's eyes widened in realization; that detail had completely slipped her mind. "Oh shit…How are we supposed to pretend we don't know a Sawtooth?!" "EXACTLY!" Beta shouted nervously. "We either let him know or let our asses get kicked a bit." "I'm not letting my ass get kicked by a machine on purpose," Aloy snapped, annoyed but still visibly worried.  "So we HAVE to think about something!" Beta said as they resumed their walking. 

The canon divergence will start to get more visible.

This chapter is the equivalent to only the main quest "The Point of the Spear" now. The original plan of making this chapter two quests didn't work as intended. xD

I hope to post still this week or, at the max, the weekend.

[tsukuyomii45]

what would obimama and obipapa think of rin

Note: Obimama and Obipapa are Obito's parents~

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They love her! The whole family does xD (Obipapa, Obimama, and Grandma)

Obimama would absolutely freaking adore Rin. I can just imagine her and Obito's grandmother teasing Obito when he's young, going all, "I can't wait to see my grandkids!" and Obito would get all flustered and be like, "I'm only 5!!"

She's always quick to invite Rin over for lunch or dinner, and they'd talk about Obito together almost all the time, and she'd listen to the way Rin speaks so positively and happily about him - and this would make her tearfully squeal (Obimama is a sensitive crybaby).

Obipapa always reminds Obito that Rin is a very special friend who cares about him so much and that he should look out for her and protect her, because someone like her only comes around once in a lifetime.

Not only that, but Obimama is the first one to notice that her son is in love with Rin, and she often teases him about it, especially when Obito looks super excited and happy as he's about to leave the house, she'd be like, "Going out with Rin, hm~?" and Obito would just sputter and fluster and be like, "I-it's not like that..!!"

But Obipapa is the one who notices Obito's frustrations when it came to his one-sided love (since Rin would be attracted to Kakashi at the time, or would be giving Kakashi more of her attention), and Obito would go home looking upset or moping, and doesn't feel like talking.

He'd then sit Obito down one evening and gently speak to his son, "You love her, don't you?" and Obito would sadly just nod his head then talk about how his skills are not enough to get her attention, and that he's been trying so hard to awaken his Sharingan so that he can get stronger, etc. But then Obipapa would tell him not to lose hope and not to care about what anyone thinks of him, and that awakening the Sharingan is not as easy as it seems. (Obipapa is aware that Obito is talked about, but he doesn't give a shit and knows Obito will awaken his Sharingan at the right time).

Fastforward to everyone growing up and becoming adults - Obimama would literally be squealing and crying because Obito and Rin are finally dating and that she'd start rambling about how much she wants Rin to be her daughter-in-law and a new member of the Uchiha.

Obipapa would pat Obito's back, before throwing an arm over his shoulder and whispering in his ear, "This doesn't mean I have to buy you any condoms now, does it?" and Obito would literally just fumble and sputter in embarrassment, going all, "We're not even there yet!" Obipapa teasingly goes: "Yet." before lightly chuckling and wishing his son the best. He too, is hopeful that Rin would be a new member of the Uchiha later on down the line. :3

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(also note: Obimama and Obipapa are purely Uchiha members, but they're very nice people and are open to someone that is not a part of the clan joining them :3)

[alasse-earfalas]

I had two LoZ / LU related dreams the other night, so y'all get to hear about them. 😊

First I dreamed that Link had voiced lines in Skyward Sword. Additionally, the puzzles in the Eldin Volcano dungeon were designed such that he and Zelda had to tackle them together (e. g. floor switches with two spaces to stand on that would change the walls around).

My second dream was that there was a game involving the whole Chain + Ravio. Ravio was able to talk to the player (me), and somehow opened a portal that allowed me to enter the game world. This was completely on accident, it turned out, and Ravio was fretting and apologizing while I was like, "ooo! video game! Is that a sword on the ground? My sword now! :D"

After reassuring Ravio that I wasn't upset, Legend came over to check on us. Apparently he was the only Link who saw what happened, so he knew who I was. I tackled him in a hug, to which he responded with startled sputtering and, "no touchy!" Once I let go of him he said that he was going to go through a couple of the dungeons that were around us real quick to pick up some gear for me. I thought it was really sweet and thanked him. He clearly just saw it as the practical thing to do. xD

I found the other Links nearby and was debating with myself about how to approach them. I overheard them talking, and apparently they were all sitting around awaiting input from the player. 😅 Twilight finally noticed me staring and was politely like, "Um, can we help you?" None of them knew who I was, and I didn't know how they'd respond to the news. I was about to say something when I woke up. 🙃

But! Before I woke up, I did get a little "preview" of what might happen if I told them I was the player. Reactions ranged from (and were combinations of), "GAH!! What are you doing in here‽" to "oh ok" to "FRIEND. please let me hug you can I hug you is that okay idk how to ask if I can hug you so I'm just going to stand here and stare awkwardly at you until I explode." I know Wild was in that last category, but I don't remember who else was where. xD

[omoghouls]

Character A is diapered by Character B. Character A proceeds to humilate Character B.

"Oh, this diaper? Yeah, B made me wear it. It gets their rocks off, y'know?"

"heeeeey, b? I know we're in the middle of the mall right now, but I really need to piss. And you know how I get when I take a real good wee. I get loud. So, you better find me a bathroom real quick~"

"hey, I know you worked real hard for all that cash, but well. diapers are real expensive and you know how much I piss. You can't be mad at me~"

D8tdyt7tx oMFG (dips are personally non sexual for me but I don't yuck yums here!!♡♡♡♡)

But these are *chef kiss* holy shit- A being a cheeky and turning the tables of what you usually think of the dynamics😌

Also 1000% Ed and Stede vibes OMG like, Ed being all nonchalant, making these comments while diapered and Stede being the one all red faced and sputtering while Ed just gives a cheeky grin before giving the blonde a kiss (and probably whispering he needs a change xD)

[unhingedselfships]

hydrangea for maji, carnation for aki, aster for kir, sage for dai? ♡

This one got long XD the other 3 are under the cut c:

Hydrangea– What’s something about you only s/i understands? What do only you understand about s/i?

Majima is settled on the middle seat of the overstuffed couch, arms stretched across the back. Kimi is flopped to his side, head resting on the arm, and legs across his lap.

He grins, about to answer, before sputtering indignantly as her bare toes press into his cheek, cutting off whatever he was going to say.

"Liar."

"Ya didn' let me say anything!" 

She grins at his indignation, "Didn't have to, I know you. Whatever you were gonna say was gonna be complete bull so you could avoid anything resembling real vulnerability."

He glares flatly down at her, but her grin never wavers.

Her face softens as she begins to answer on his behalf, "we both share this sort of… We have what most people would consider odd feelings, about our respective appearances."

He winces, "Do ya have ta go there?"

"Shush. Anyway. Neither of us is exactly… happy. With our appearance. Or at least parts of it. We have things we do like, and are proud of, though that can fluctuate. But there is plenty we don't like as well. To put it gently. And yet, we're both very appearance driven people."

She shifts, turning to settle into his side, "Its kind of hard to explain? Or maybe that's just me? But we both like to put in a lot of effort, even knowing that because of how we feel, we'll probably end up let down. I don't think a lot of people quite get that... That we're not being vain, but trying to mask, to hide, the things we can't stand," she glances up at Majima, "Or put them out on display as a weird sort of act of rebellion."

She glances up at Majima, who is pointedly looking across the room.

Stifling a giggle, she shares in a conspiratorial whisper, “He doesn’t really do vulnerability.”

He gives an indignant “Oi!” and she cackles as he playfully shoves her into the floor.

Carnation– What’s something about s/i that fascinates you?

Akiyama gives a wry grin, "this girl's sleep patterns are absolutely insane. I'm not the best at keeping a regular schedule either, but she puts me to shame. I have no clue how she functions."

(A faint shout of "I don't" can be heard in the distance)

Aster– What would you consider a symbol of your relationship with s/i?

Kiryu blinks, his brow furrowing. His eyes quickly dart down to the simple band on his finger, then back up.

K snorts, leaning over the back of his chair, "Yeah the rings are a literal symbol. I think they want something more well… symbolic? Maybe." She shrugs.

He closes his eyes, that contemplative-concentration look he gets when he tries to remember something settling over his features. 

K jolts slightly as Kiryu's eyes suddenly pop back open, and he gives a small self satisfied smile. 

It takes him just a moment to dig into a pocket before presenting a battered old key chain, with a single key on it, "It's the key to the house we share," he clarifies, "but-"

"You still have that old thing!?" She cuts him off, then turns sheepish, "ah, sorry."

He snorts lightly, rolling his eyes, "Of course I still have it. You gave it to me. I still don't really get it."

"Oh," a soft flush on her face, "Well is a monkey, like you. Your Chinese zodiac I mean. Earth monkey specifically, so it was too perfect to pass up."

He eyes the dangling gift, a cutesy monkey face, with a little dark green stone dangling from its own loop of the same chain.

"Did you really never…" she trails off.

"No."

"You must have been so confused," the start of a giggle in her voice.

It was his turn to ignore an embarrassed blush, "You gave it to me," he repeated, "It didn't matter what it was supposed to mean."

Sage– If you and s/i could live together, forever as immortals, would you do it? Why or why not?

Daigo tilts his head, gaze distant and thoughtful, "I know this is something she thinks about. It's a nice thought, in theory. Spending eternity together. As a fantasy, But in reality? I'm not sure she likes the idea if it's grounded in reality. All of eternity, here? Even together, we," he sighs, his whole demeanor shifting to something melancholic, "We're both tired. But I look forward to the years we do have."