#He look kinda handsome 👉👈

[sugawarassoulmate]

PEACH WE NEED VIRGIN!ATSUMU SJDBDJD I HAVE NEVER NEEDED ANYTHING MORE IN MY LIFE PLS 🧎‍♀️ Atsumu is such a cute lil attention seeker ofc hes a total poser when it comes to chasing girls 😭 and then there's corruption kink reader who shows him literally 0 interest and *oh* he kind of likes getting ignored djdbdh. In my head idt corruption kink reader is mean- just aloof and completely over it 🙄 but Atsumu ohhh hes just begging to be ruined. Sweet boy won't know whats coming 👉👈 when is it his turn to get the girl 🥺

answering all of these!

it's so easy for atsumu to get a girl's attention. they practically fall over themselves to get a chance to talk to him. but when it comes to sealing the deal, he always has some kind of excuse. "baby, ya know i'm a busy man..." he tells them, earning himself the reputation of being a heart breaker.

but you could really care less. the supposed "golden boy" meant nothing to you and, of course, atsumu is drawn like a moth to a flame. his constant need to be validated and liked by others fuels his obsession with you.

however, when you finally decide to give him the time of day, you notice something's off. he hesitates to touch your shoulder or how you refuse to look him in the eye the one time you wore a low-cut shirt.

it comes to a head when the two of you are making out at your place. you're kicking yourself for letting this happen but you were drunk and, hey, he's kinda handsome. atsumu's kisses are sloppy but you just chalk it up to the liquor. but when you bring his hand to your breast, atsumu pulls away, breathing heavily.

"you've never touched a boob before?" you chuckle but atsumu doesn't meet your eyes, a deep scarlet forming on his face. it takes you a second, and then it dawns on you. "atsumu...are you a virgin?"

"ya can't tell anyone," he says suddenly and you can't believe it. everyone's favorite boy, the sex god of the court, is a dumb little virgin, getting flustered by a kiss.

he's pathetic. he's a loser.

he's so cute.

running your hand down atsumu's chest, you feel him shudder from your touch. oh, this is going to be fun.

[just-a-creep-babe]

Ohmygod I swear I *tried* to make it cute but it. It Did Not turn Out that Way. Uhhh hopefully it’s still kinda cute though, like in a bit of a fucked up angsty kinda way? 🌸🥺👉👈

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He gets back from work, and he’s exhausted

It’s no surprise, really

It never is

He’s covered in wounds and bruises; dried blood staining his ripped clothes and drenched bandages wrapped around his broken skin

He collapses on the couch and closes his eyes

You should let him rest

You know you should

But he’s always gone, and you’re always missing him

You know you’re being selfish when you get on top of him, straddling him

You don’t think you care, not really, anyways

He opens one eye to look at you, and the corners of his mouth tilt into a grin

“Hey gorgeous,” he murmurs, the exhaustion clear in his voice

“Hey handsome,” you answer

You let your hands wander up and down his chest, being extra careful not to press down too hard on any of the bloodier spots

Whether it’s his blood or not, you aren’t sure

You suppose it doesn’t matter, either way

He makes a noise at the back of his throat, something like a pleasant hum, and closes his eyes once again

There’s a quiet in the air as you touch him; a soft, gentle stillness in the cabin room

It’s a rare moment

You don’t want it to end

You lean in to press a kiss to his jaw

He hums again, almost like a content sigh, and tilts his head up so that you can reach his neck

You trail your lips down to his throat

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows thickly when you start sucking on his skin

You use your teeth, scraping them against his flesh, and maybe you’re a bit rougher than you should be

Maybe you’re frustrated that he’s always gone, that you’re always missing him, and maybe this is your way of getting back at him

It’s not his fault, you know that all too well

But you also know that he doesn’t mind it, doesn’t mind the pain—not even when you draw blood

He’s used to it

He likes it

You shift your weight above him, and feel his growing erecting twitch against your thigh

Your bites grow rougher, faster—more needy

You mark him up until he’s panting and hissing his breath in through gritted teeth

The jealousy and anger turns his skin red, coaxes possessive blue and purple flowers to bloom along his flesh

Jealousy reaped from his work always stealing his attention, anger sewn in from his refusal to choose you over everything

You move back up once you’re satiated, hungry eyes admiring the mess you’ve left behind

His gaze mirrors your desire

You tug up the hem of his hoodie, exposing his bruised stomach all the way up to his wounded chest

And in return, he slides his hands up your shirt to cup your tits, his thumbs teasing at your nipples, pinching and squeezing and rubbing

Your touch moves back down his torso, at the bulge in his pants

It doesn’t take long for you to free his cock from his jeans, nor does it take long for you to strip your pants and underwear

Your legs straddle his hips, positioning the head of his thick member twitching eagerly at your entrance

And then, all too slowly to savor it, you sink down onto his full length

He feels so, so good

The pleasure hazes your mind, lighting your skin on fire, and you swear it‘s better than ecstasy

His groan spurs you on, as does the lovesick look in his deep brown eyes, and the way his hands come to rest on your thighs—firm but gentle

You grind down onto him, and he reaches so deep, his cock deliciously hard and pulsing against your sensitive spots that you can’t help the way you sigh his name

“Fuck,” he cusses under his breath, his voice low and tired and gravelly

And you suddenly remember why you don’t leave him—why you can’t leave—even when you don’t see him for days at a time

You rock your hips against his, and his mouth parts, another groan escaping, as his eyes briefly squeeze shut before fluttering open again to admire you

You lean, kissing his pretty lips, and when you clench around his length, he sighs into the kiss

His reaction has your body moving on its own accord

You bounce onto him, driving your hips down faster and harder to feel more of him

His grasp tightens on your skin, squeezing flesh, but he makes no attempt to control the way you’re moving

He lets you ride him, use him at your own pace, his body means to an end for your enjoyment

Maybe it’s his way of making it up to you

His way of apologizing

You don’t know

You don’t care

He feels too good for you to worry about it anyways

He bites his lip, teeth digging into flesh, as his dark eyes trace up your body

You love the way he looks at you

Love the way he worships your form

His thumb reaches up to press snugly between your folds, right against your clit

And the way you clench in response has his hips bucking to meet you halfway for every thrust

You lose yourself to the feeling

Your thoughts scatter, unable to think, unable to focus on anything else but him and how good he feels

He rubs circles into your pearl, and when your movements stutter, he only speeds up

Your legs shake around him, your moans and pants mixing with his as you desperately whimper his name

When your orgasm crashes into you, it’s pure bliss

You ride out the high, every nerve ending in your body on fire, and he murmurs something about how beautiful you look when you cum around his cock

His hands reach up to grab your tits, flicking at your nipples

And when you cry out his name again, he cusses, cock twitching, and he pushes his hips as close to yours as he can so he can cum deep inside you

You feel it—warm and thick and oh so filling, and it’s almost enough to make you cum again

But instead, you slow your movement down, until you’re just grinding against his still-pulsing cock

His touch travels up and down your body, slowly, softly, memorizing every curve, every dip and bump of your skin

You don’t know how long he’ll stick around before leaving for his next job

So when you lean down to press your lips against his, you try to make it last as long as you possibly can

It’s not enough

It never is

But you know you’ll just have to accept it one way or another

[danses-with-dogmeat]

I just have to ask you for a few characters 👉👈 Porter Gage, Hancock, Raul, Charon and Gob ack don't call me out for my ghoul loving ass just getting showered in praise. I just feel the ghouls don't GET enough lovin', they are all wonderful, handsome and great men.

Porter Gage is the odd one out because I just love that raider man and been playing Nuka World recently-

Select FO Companions React to Sole/Lone/Six Giving them Praise

I'm back!! Oof, so I've officially finished moving and unpacking and all that junk, and I'm ready to get back to the important things lol. Alrighty, so just an update, I've decided to just get back to regular posting. I only had a few more for the 1k event to do, but I knew it would take another few days to get to if they were going to be any good 😅 So, I apologize if I didn't get to yours, but I'm SO thankful for all of you who participated, it was such a blast, and I hope to do more events like it in the future 😊

Anyways, now, let's get back to it! (Also, just one more reminder that requests are closed for the time being so I can catch up on the ones I have now, but I will let you know when they open back up!)

ALRIGHT, so now to the actual post. This is so sweet, omg! 😩 These guys all really do deserve more loving, like... Always. As usual, let me know if you wanna see anyone else for this at all! Cuz goodness knows there are plenty of Fallout folks that deserve to hear a compliment or two much more often.

Included Below: Charon, Gage, Gob, Hancock, Joshua, & Raul

Also, just a heads up, this isn't explicit, per say, but it does get kinda steamy in some places, so just a little NSFW warning for ya. 😉

I hope you enjoy!

Charon:

“Oh my god.” Lone’s mouth hung open as Charon stepped down the stairs and towards the living room. 

“What?” He paused his movement, brow scrunching more than usual as he looked down over himself to see if anything was amiss.

They only shook their head at first, finally managing to close their mouth to gulp before they began to answer him verbally. 

“Look, I know you just, like, just put on the armor and everything, but Charon, I think… I think you’re gonna have to take it off.” 

Lone’s eyes drifted hungirly over the ghoul’s large frame, the way the dark, freshly polished leather clung to his muscular form forcing a blushing heat to flush over their face. 

He only scoffed at them, continuing his descent into the room to drop his bag by the door. Lone stood up abruptly from their place on the couch and turned to face their partner with a hard expression on their face. 

“What? I’m not allowed to be attracted to my boyfriend?” Their hands came to their hips as their voice took on a distinct hardness that he was always trying to avoid. 

That’s never a good sign. Charon thought with a frown. 

“No need to act for my benefit.” He grumbled, “I’ve seen myself, Lone.” 

He tried not to notice the way his partner flinched at his words. 

They can’t be serious, what delusions do they think I’m under?

“Clearly not the way I have, then.” They said firmly as they took a step closer. Charon stood his ground as Lone approached him with slow intent, something unknown to him written in their expression. 

“Forget what I said,” they continued, “No need to take off your armor.” He set his jaw as they gazed up at him, their hands brushing up over the leather on his chest until their fingertips grazed the skin of his neck. 

“I’ll just do it for you.” They began to work at the fastenings of his armor, the metal buckles glinting in the low light that streamed through the meager windows of their Megaton house. 

“Lone…” 

“I want to show you. If you won’t listen to what I say, maybe what I do will have some influence on you.” Charon made no move to assist them as they began to pull the leather cuirass over his head, undoing the laces at his sides before reaching up as far as their arms would take them, the collar of the armor failing to come any further up than his jawline as they strained on their tiptoes. The ghoul sighed, ducking down to allow them to finally wrench the leather free of his bulky frame. 

They set the piece on the couch with a huff, and despite his reservations, Charon took a few steps closer to them, his icy stare boring into his partner as they turned and knelt alluringly before him, their hands grazing up over his thighs as they moved to his center. 

“Do you want this?” Lone brought their gaze up to him, fixing their partner with hooded eyes darkened with their lust for him, as their fingers rested delicately over his leather codpiece. Charon hardly had to think before responding hastily.

“Yes." He growled, "Show me.” 

A relieved smile touched their lips, and they quickly turned their attention back to their work below his waist. 

The ghoul's chest shuddered with anticipation as he felt the pressure release around his hips, fighting to hold back a groan as Lone meticulously removed each piece of polished leather he’d fastened onto himself not half an hour ago. When he was freed of his armor fully, standing before his partner in loose-fitting trousers and a black crew neck, Lone looked him over quickly from head to toe before descending upon him, delicate fingers moving hastily to pull his shirt from his sculpted torso. 

This time, Charon did assist, lifting his arms and practically ripping the thing at the seams as he brought it over his head. Despite both of their haste, once he was free of the shirt, Lone paused, the palms of their hands warm against his chest where they rested with their fingers splayed, grasping slightly at the taut skin there. Their hands rose and fell with the rhythm of his breathing, noticeably faster than usual, as his anticipation grew. 

“You’re so handsome…” They let slip. It wasn’t more than a whisper, and Charon wasn’t sure whether they’d meant to say it aloud at all, but it escaped them nonetheless, as their transfixed stare grazed over his semi-bare form. 

Whether they meant to voice the compliment or not, their words took Charon out of the moment, his smoky gaze sharpening within the confines of his narrowed eyes. He even let out another snort of disbelief that managed to catch Lone’s attention and draw their gaze to meet his own.

“Sorry, I just… I do mean it though. Not everyone may feel similarly, including yourself, and I don’t know that I can ever really change that, but Charon… I see you that way. The way you can’t seem to.”

Lone’s voice became desperate as their gaze fell to capture the movement of their fingers fidgeting over his skin, the digits absent-mindedly tracing over the rough grooves upon his ravaged chest with absolute care.

“It’s no lie, either." They whispered, "Not me trying to convince you otherwise, or make you feel better– well, if it makes you feel good, that’s good, and I want that, but that’s not the only thing I’m trying to do by saying– or, by complimenting you, I want you to–”

“Lone.”

One of Charon’s large hands closed around his partner’s shoulder, forcing their restless hands to cease their frenzied rubbing over him, and silencing Lone’s fragmented explanations. 

Their eyes met his once more, glistening orbs of earnestness and desperation against cold, dark windows reflecting back their own form of desperation in turn. 

Enough. He meant to say, but the vault dweller’s stubbornness in this matter left him no room to voice his concerns with their speech. 

“Charon.” They said firmly, “Please don’t. Don’t shut out what I’m telling you. Even if you can never believe what I say for yourself, know that I believe it. I’m mad for you. All of you.” 

Their voice lowered an octave at their final confession, and Lone surged forward, their hands grasping forcefully at his shoulders, and pulling his lips to theirs as they tasted him in earnest. Charon meant to say their name again, but all that escaped him was a groan as they crashed against him, the firmness of their insistent pressure a stark contrast from the pillowy softness of their lips.

They pulled away breathlessly before quickly moving their lips lower, the smooth petals of their mouth tickling against the sensitive skin of his neck, his collarbone, and chest. 

“I’m mad for this.” They growled between fevered pecks, “And this, and here. All of it.”

Like the volts of a live wire, violent shudders shocked the ghoul’s spine as Lone’s lips and tongue delved lower, hastily passing over his ribcage, their nose tracing a teasing line down his center as they knelt down and settled their attentions just at his naval, hungry fingers finally releasing the pressure exerted on him by his own damned zipper, and the painfully tight fabric of his briefs.  

“I’ll show you, my love. I’ll convince you to see yourself like I do. Whatever it takes.” They promised, and Charon’s neck arched as his head hung back in sheer bliss at their next heated action. 

“Show me.” He groaned.

Gage:

“Will you cut that shit out? S’not funny, boss.”

“No, Gage. I really do. I know it’s not funny, I’m not fucking joking." Their eyes bore into his as they tilted their head towards him, their voice as desperate as it was irate, "I honestly don’t care about that patch, or how old you are, how bad you think you are, any of it. You’re good for me. You’re incredible. You're strong, and dependable, you make me smile and laugh, and–” 

“Yeah, alright, I think you’ve had enough of that.” 

One rough hand reached out to grab at the bottle in Sole’s hand, but they snatched it away before he could pull it from their grasp.

“Quit it, Gage! I’m your Overboss, and that’s an order. Now let me finish.”

Gage huffed and rolled his good eye, folding his arms over themselves gruffly as he leaned back against the worn couch cushions. Sole only shook their head, setting their bottle down on the side table and scooting closer to the raider. They placed a hand on his thigh and fixed him with an uncanny sort of look, depleted of their frustration with him, and full of something else entirely. Their muted smile and the gleam in their eyes made for an expression he’d only ever seen reserved for family members, for the closest of friends, or for… for lovers. His own eye narrowed suspiciously. 

I know we’re together ‘n all, but… When has anyone looked at me that way before?

Whatever, must be whatever’s in that drink of theirs. 

“Well, get on with it then, since you made such a fuckin’ fuss.” He growled. Sole only broadened their smile softly, their one hand increasing its pressure on his leg as they scooched even closer to him. Gage felt the heat of their body through the thin fabric of his trousers and wife-beater as they pressed closer to him, their free hand sliding up the swell of his chest to rest heavily on his shoulder as their lips met his in a brief kiss. 

Gage only had an instant to close his eye, to savor them, before they withdrew, just far enough that the pair's contact was severed, but close enough still, that he could make out the distinct and enticing glisten of their lips.

“You really don’t see it, do you?” 

“What’s that?” He breathed. 

“How much I care about you. How good you are for me. How attractive I find you. Even when I try to tell you.” 

Sole’s hand moved downward to brush over his chest, feeling the play of muscle beneath his thin shirt as he threw his head back in a barely contained scoff. 

“Yeah, alright there, Sole. Look, don’t feel like you’ve gotta say all this shit for my benefit. I’m a damn raider, I don’t need t’hear all that flowery, romantic sorta bullshit. I’m a sure thing, boss. I’m easy.” 

As if to emphasize his point, one hand moved lower to grasp around the swell of Sole's hip firmly, pulling them closer, even as their expression hardened.

“You shouldn’t be.” They said firmly, their hand stilling over him. 

Gage’s brow creased low over his eye as Sole pulled away from him roughly. 

“You deserve a lot more than you give yourself credit for," they continued, "I don’t care what you think. You gave me a chance when no one else would. You've always got my back, you support me like nobody else has, and dammit, you deserve that same kind of dedication, Gage.” 

His eye widened at their words, and the raider found himself at a loss for any kind of response. 

I’m really not used to this kinda shit. What am I supposed to say to that? 

Sole sighed at him, a sad smile touching their lips as they hesitantly reached both hands up to his face. Gage had to stop himself from flinching at their tender touch, but they held fast, palms warm against his cheeks as their eyes pleaded with him to just fucking believe what they told him.

Gage swallowed.

Slowly, their hands moved, and their fingers worked their way to the metal secured to his head, fidgeting with the fastenings there until he felt the entire piece loosen and give way. 

“Sole, I don’t think–” He tried, but they silenced him with a look and a whisper. 

“It’s okay. I want to see you.” 

Gage took in a breath. 

No. You don’t.

“It doesn’t hurt, does it?” 

He shook his head slightly, and Sole finally pulled the patch from his skin, and set it on the couch beside them. Gage’s jaw clenched as he flinched away, and his gaze flitted to everywhere but Sole, unnervingly afraid to see the repulsion on their face.

He felt their hands on him again, the soft skin caressing his cheeks, and he fought the urge to pull away as his heart increased its thumping in his chest. Gage closed his good eye, trying to turn his marred face away from his partner’s scrutinizing gaze, but their hands held his head firmly in place. 

A brief moment of silence passed before Gage found himself jerking away involuntarily as the feeling of Sole’s… lips? He guessed, ghosted over the scarred flesh of his newly uncovered cheekbone. 

“I meant what I said.” Their warm breath caressed his face as they spoke. “It’s not bullshit, and it’s not a lie.” 

He released a sigh as he opened his good eye once again, the resistance and disbelief effectively gone from his exposed expression, if only just for this moment. 

“I really do, Gage. I love you. And I love all of you.”

Gob:

“What do you mean?” 

Gob paused, Lone’s voice clearly meeting his ears as he stepped outside the back door of Moriarty’s Saloon with two heavy trash bags in hand. 

“Look hon, I’m not trying to be rude or anything, I’m just curious, that’s all.” The scent of cigarette smoke and cheap perfume drifted through the ghoul’s meager nose, even from where he stood behind the building, he knew it was Nova that Lone was speaking with.

Something in his head told him he should go out to greet them, but a gut feeling held him back, keeping him in place as he slowly set down the garbage bags and continued to listen in. 

“It’s just that, well, Gob an’ me have been real close for a long time,” Nova’s silky voice continued, “An’ I’ve met lotsa folks you couldn't believe. Look at him like he’s some kinda novelty or somethin’, like the scumbags who look at me like a juicy slice of brahmin. I just wanna be sure you ain’t one of ‘em.” 

The ghoul’s eyes widened as he listened in, his grip tightening on the metal jutting from the side of the building as he awaited Lone’s response. 

Do I even really wanna hear it? A small voice asked in the back of his mind, but he pushed it away, instead leaning forward to hear what his partner had to say. 

“You really think I could be like that?” Panic tightened their voice as it left their throat, less accusatory, and more fraught with worry than he would’ve expected. “Gob doesn’t think that way, does he?” 

“No.” He whispered, shaking his head despite the fact that he was as good as alone on this side of the saloon. 

“Nah, I don’t think so. Gob would never see the bad in you. That’s what he’s gotta have me for. Too many people try to take advantage of the poor guy. Like he hasn’t been through enough.”  

He smiled sadly at that, silently thanking whoever it was in charge of his fate that he met Nova. Without her, well… Moriarty’s would’ve been all the more unbearable. He's not sure he would've made it this far without her, and now, if he didn't have Lone, if he somehow lost them...

Don't wanna even think about that. Maybe I should stop listenin' in, in case... What if they--

“I know.” Lone said, almost too quiet for him to hear, but loud enough to pull him from his troubling thoughts, “It’s true. Everything Gob’s been through… That’s one of the things that drew me to him from the start. All that Moriarty’s done to be cruel, to make his life hell, and he’s still so kind, so sweet and genuine.” 

“Hm.” He heard his friend hum with approval at Lone’s declaration, and something tightened deep in Gob’s chest. 

He held his breath as his partner's voice carried on.

“And so incredibly strong, to persevere through all of this, all that he’s been through for his long life, with Underworld, leaving it all behind and then coming to this, only to end up here. Still, selfish as it is, I'm glad he is here now. If I hadn't met him, I don't..."

Gob heard them chuckle, more a nervous sound then an amused one.

"I really don't want to think what it'd be like if I didn't have him, y'know? He really is incredible. One-of-a-kind out here, and in the vault. I’ve never met anyone like him.”

“You’re smiling real big when you talk about him, you know that?” 

Gob grinned himself as he heard Lone’s giggle echo down into the town, the lovely sound fading with a sigh from them and a moment of silence that had Gob leaning in even further, very nearly exposing his hiding spot to the pair as his anticipation grew. 

“... Well, what can I say? I love him.” 

Gob's breath caught in his throat, and he tried desperately to keep from choking as his grip on the side of the building tightened painfully, his bony fingers digging into the metal with such force, he was liable to bend it.

Nova whistled long and low at that, the butt of her cigarette flying off the balcony as she turned to face Lone, and Gob shifted hastily back against the building once more, hoping he was still concealed. 

“That’s quite the declaration there, hon. You tell him that?” 

“Well, no, not quite… But I plan to, and soon, I think.”

“Hm. Just be careful. Dangerous thing to tell a man.” The door to the saloon creaked open as the sound of Nova’s voice shifted, “Though actually, since it’s Gob, I take it back. Lord knows he needs to hear that more than most. And from you? Poor guy won’t know what to do with himself.” 

Lone laughed again, more genuine this time, less embarrassed, and Gob’s heart thudded hard against his ribcage, a feeling of chills erupting over his ruined skin as he tried in vain to keep his labored breathing quiet. 

The door to the bar slammed to a close, jolting the wall Gob was still leaning against.

But he hardly even felt it. 

They love me? Love?! H-how.. How can they? Why? 

How could he possibly pretend he didn’t know what they’d said when he saw them next? Even now, he found it impossible to contain himself, his entire body vibrating with a giddy energy he didn’t even know he was capable of possessing. 

Lone loves me.

Gob stood shakily from where he was kneeling beside the saloon, his mind going into overdrive as he realized Nova, and soon enough, Lone, would notice his absence in the bar. He turned back to the garbage bags, reaching for one as he took a step forward, but his foot caught on the first step up to the back door, and he fell forward, cringing less at the pain and more at the loud clang that rang out over the town as the better part of his body crashed into the metal building. 

“Aw, dammit.” He grumbled, glancing over his shoulder rapidly in search of Lone. 

The ghoul held still a moment, sighing in relief when he didn’t hear a sound beyond his own breathing. He stood up and brushed himself off brusquely. 

Still need to get in there quick.

“Gob? What are you– Oh, are you okay?” 

The ghoul’s blood ran cold.

“F-fine, Lone, I just– um…” He stuttered out as he turned to face them with a nervous smile.

Dammit, I was right. 

The ghoul’s mouth refused to cooperate as his thoughts scattered in every direction at the sight of his partner. 

Of the one who loved him. 

He gulped.

“You didn’t hit your head, did you?” They asked, reaching a hand out as if to brush it over his head, but he shook his head firmly, stalling their movement. 

“You look so… So red… Are you sure you’re not hurt?” He nodded to them, willing his body to cool down, willing his tongue to untangle, willing himself to meet their eyes, but he simply couldn’t. 

“A-are you blushing? Sweetie, I didn’t know you could blush. What’s going on?”

Finally their hand met his face, and the world seemed to quit its confusing spinning, his heart stilled its frantic pounding, and he could finally meet their concerned gaze. His eyes were apologetic as he looked at them, swallowing hard as a few fragmented words began to creep into his mind.

“O-oh. Oh no.” Lone’s eyes widened, and Gob didn’t have to say a word. “No, you didn’t! Tell me you didn’t… You heard it?! How much did you hear?” 

They pulled their hand away from him, their voice desperate and loud as they questioned him with panic etched all over their face.

Gob tried to stay calm, his skin feeling warmer than coals as the words of explanation formed on his tongue. 

What if that does it? What if this is it? What if I just ruined this?  

“Not, well, I don’t think, I just–” He stuttered out awkwardly, willing his voice not to crack with the fear he felt bubbling up in his chest, “Well, I don’t think that I heard all of it, but… Yeah, I did, ah, I heard that last part.” Gob’s head hung low at the end of his confession, as he saw the disappointment in Lone’s eyes. 

Had they ever really planned on telling me? Were they just saying that to Nova, to make her feel better? Did they really even mean it?

“I’m so sorry, Lone.”

“You don’t have to be sorry.” They told him gently, and he raised his eyes hesitantly to meet theirs. 

“I just… I wish I could’ve told you in a different way. Made it really special.”

“It was. Lone, honey, it was special.” He said quickly, both of his hands reaching out to grasp one of Lone’s, before he even realized he was doing it.

“It means the world to me. Nobody’s ever- I mean, I haven’t ever- I just…” Their eyes shone as they waited for him to finish, and Gob took a deep breath.

“Lone,” He whispered, “I feel the same way.”

Hancock:

“Your eyes, John…” 

“Hm?” 

“Your eyes… They are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” 

Hancock smiled as his partner looked on, reverent in the haze of the Day Tripper they’d taken. They leaned forward from where they were seated, practically in his lap, with one hand against his chest, and fixed him with their appreciative, half-lidded gaze. 

“My eyes are black, Sunshine.” He pecked their nose with his meager lips, taking full advantage of their close proximity to him. “And not kill the vibe or anything, but I think you’ve had enough of these for today.” His hand gently pulled the Day Tripper bottle away from their grasp, but his partner hardly seemed to notice. 

“They are not ‘black’ in that dismissive way you just said they are." They pouted, "Your eyes… They don’t have color, really, but they have depth. Texture.”

“Uh huh.” Hancock tried to withhold the broad, toothy grin that threatened to spread across his lips as Sole looked at him in complete seriousness. 

Damn, they’re cute. 

He raised a hand to the side of their face, caressing it lovingly as one thumb stroked over the soft swell of their cheek.

But should I really have let them take two of those pills? Hm. 

“They’re like space." Sole continued, one hand waving dramatically towards the sky at their declaration.

"Like galaxies and nebulae and a trillion twinkling stars. All wrapped up in a velvety, dark blanket. Not black, but like an inky fabric draping over itself, light catching at each fold, every angle. Full of life, and light, and emotion, and truth.”

“Sunshine, I don’t think–” 

“Shhh.” They brought a finger to his ruined lips, nose nearly grazing the crevice where his once was as they leaned forward with a whisper. “Don’t interrupt, love.” Their lips followed the lead of their finger, brushing his in a light kiss before they pulled back again. 

“I’m not nearly finished.”

Hancock’s apparently mesmerizing eyes widened as they fixed him with a scrutinizing gaze, blown-out pupils sliding their hazy vision over every line of his face, every wrinkle and fold, each scar, and all the complexities of his multi-colored complexion.

Though, as Hancock was much unused to, there was no judgment in their scrutiny. No disgust, no flinching or cringing, not even some morbid kinda curiosity he tended to see in some.

His face couldn’t be chalked up to mere flesh and blood in their eyes. They didn’t see the lines as he did. It was less of a physical entity, and more a mosaic of his person. His character.

In everything, Sole saw the way he had smiled all his life, the way he had frowned, all the speeches he’s given, the manner in which he once combed his hair, and in the way he moved differently once it was all gone.

Sole saw his childhood, the closeness with his family, and then the heart-wrenching pain as they were pulled away from him and made estranged. They could see the years of relentless abuse he’d wrought upon himself, before becoming who he was today. In the emotion written in his scars, they could see his failures, and in the glimmer of his eyes, his successes, and they told him as much.

All of it they said, not with so many words, as they formed and flitted away before their lips had a chance to speak them, but they spoke with their eyes, with their own emotion Hancock couldn’t help but read too deeply into. The intensity of it all forced his hand, inspired his mind to draw connections from nearly nothing at all. The dense subtleties and micro expressions any sane person may have failed to read into, but Hancock wasn’t sane.

He was in love.

And they were too. Of that, the ghoul had no doubt at all. He wasn’t even sure if he’d known that before this very moment. Sole had told him before, sure, but never like this. Saying everything without a voice to back it. The most honest of confessions, and he couldn’t help but confess right back. 

“Damn, Sole…” He breathed over them, inspiring a blink of those brilliant eyes that broke the tension that had grown between them. “I’m so in love with you.” 

To his surprise, his partner looked at him with a flash of disappointment. 

“What is it, baby?” 

“I haven’t even said anything yet. That was supposed to wait for the end.” They pouted rather dramatically. 

“Aww, you didn’t hear all that? Everythin’ you just said? I heard it, loud and clear. No worries there. And no words needed, sunshine, trust me.” 

“Hm.” They pursed their lips, unconvinced. “I think I’ve still gotta tell you anyways.” 

“Sweetheat, there’s nothin’ I’d love more than to listen to your pretty voice sing praises to me all night long, but all that talk just about my eyes? I don’t think you’ll finish before the sun comes up.” 

“If that’s how long it takes for you to quit making all those comments about your ‘ugly mug’ and ‘boring, black’ eyes, then so be it. We’ll be here all night, and into the next day, and all the night after. I’ll keep telling you next week, next month, years from now, when I’m old and wrinkled and a new civilization has risen from the ashes of this ruined world of ours, for this whole lifetime and any others that come along, I'll keep insisting, I’ll keep talking, and kissing, and touching, and loving you until you believe every word with every part of you. And I fucking mean it John Hancock, you know I do.” 

Most of this talk was definitely the Day Tripper. Had to be. At least a little bit. Sole didn’t talk like this, didn’t make big confessions like this, didn’t command him to take their praise so adamantly, but still... every word rang true in their glazed-over eyes.

Whether they were foggy from the drug, or from their affection for him, Hancock didn’t completely know, but he did know that the words people spoke on Day Tripper tended to be true. It was one of the main reasons the drug was dangerous. It helps limit your inhibitions, makes confessions come easy, lessens your anxiety, makes the world seem more open and accepting to whatever strange, deep-rooted, or wholly secret confession your heart and mind held onto far away from the liberating threshold of your mouth. It’s why Hancock doesn’t usually do this one with friends, with people he doesn’t want to lose, with people he’s afraid to trust to stay in his life if they knew all the secrets of his past. He’d told Sole all of this, the dangers of these little pills, and yet, they’d still wanted to try it with him by their side. 

“I do.” He rasped, the words making him shudder as he thought of what they might sound like in some other context, some other promise, down the line of his and Sole’s journey together. 

If I should be so lucky they’d say yes to a promise like that. To a man like me gettin’ down on one knee and making a commitment more serious and binding than being Mayor of Goodneighbor. 

Shit, and I would mean it just as much with them as I did with this town of mine. More so, even.

“I know you mean it, Sole. And I’m gonna really hold you to it one of these days.” He hinted with a half smile as he pressed his lips to their cheek and wrapped an arm around their shoulders tightly, until they yielded in their gathering exhaustion, falling back to rest against him, and sighing softly with sheer contentment. 

“You’d better." They grumbled, "I’ll be waiting with bated breath.” 

“Don’t you worry. You ain’t gonna have to wait too much longer.” They leaned their head against his shoulder, nuzzling into him a few times to get comfortable, and Hancock leaned back, his head resting against theirs as he took their hands in his, his midnight eyes falling to their left hand in particular as his fingers grazed over theirs in a delicate caress, and he daydreamed about the future he'd promised, and they'd promised him.

No. Not much longer at all…

Joshua:

“Joshua?” Your voice carried smoothly over the sand, through the hot, dry air. But Joshua didn’t stir, he didn’t even seem to register his name. 

“You okay?” You pressed forward, craning your neck as you took a couple steps in his direction, trying to see what it was in the creek that had caught his attention so fully. 

“Did you… find something?” You bent down as you reached Joshua’s side, noting the way his unblinking eyes seemed glued to… nothing. Nothing, but his own reflection, staring back with the same intensity. 

The sand shifted beneath you as you settled by Joshua’s side. He noticed you, out of the corner of his eye, but remained silent. 

What could he say? 

How could he speak all that he was thinking, as he peered down at his scarred and bandaged face? Could he voice the way that he feels? So unworthy of your devotion to him, so confused as to why you stay by his side, so appreciative that you care for him the way you do, but so wholly afraid that if he speaks his fears, that they will come true. That, as soon as you come to your senses, as soon as the novelty of being with him fades, you will leave…

Who could love a face like mine? And more… Who could love the man that this face belongs to? A man who has done so much wrong, that his sins could only be absolved through the most violent forms of suffering? And even still… Am I truly free of them? 

He did not feel it. 

“I... am not worthy…” The missionary began quietly, and saw your head snap towards him as the words met your ears. “I am not worthy of even the least of all the deeds of steadfast love and all the faithfulness you have shown me.”

“What?” You asked, your brows furrowing as you shifted your body to face him, rather than the stream of water below. 

“It’s a line from Genesis." He attempted to clarify, "Jacob is speaking to God, speaking to him of his own humility in response to the devotion that the Lord has shown him.”

Your brows didn’t unfurrow. 

“And that… That has to do with…?” 

“I’m not…” Joshua’s jaw clenched as his eyes finally left his own watery visage in favor of hiding behind his downed lids. 

“I’m not sure why I said it. The quote just… came over me.” He lied, knowing full-well that the words had everything to do with you. 

If I tell you that I feel unworthy of you, will that start something? Will that plant the idea in your mind that I don’t deserve you? Will you then act on that idea?

“Hey.” 

He felt your touch upon his shoulder as your voice met his ears, it was light, but unyielding as your fingers clenched at the bandages insistently. 

“You can talk to me.” You smiled as Joshua’s eyes opened and his gaze landed upon your face, and he wasn’t immune to it. Nor your words, and all that they promised. 

Love rejoices with the truth.

“I’m humbled by you, Six. Humbled by the love you show me every day, and I feel… As Jacob did with the love of God. I feel unworthy of you.”

He felt your grip tighten upon his shoulder as sadness flooded your expression. It pained him to know he was the source of the strife he saw in your eyes.

“Sometimes it’s easy to forget who I am, what I’ve done… What I look like, when I’m beside you, but then, my reflection finds me. Then as I look upon your face, as I remember your deeds and your devotion to me, your kindness to others... I cannot help but feel confused.”

“Joshua, I–” 

He continued insistently, his scarred brow hardening over the intense blue of his eyes as you saw them spark with fire from within.

“I have erred more times than I could possibly count, and yet, each is written upon me, like a shouted word, etched into my very skin for all the world to see. For all who gaze upon me to pity me and my failures, to hate my deeds and to agree that I am unworthy of compassion and repentance. That I am unworthy of happiness, and certainly, of love. They see you beside me, and they know, simply by seeing me, that I am unworthy of you.” 

Joshua’s hand traveled slowly up to grasp at yours. Your eyes were wide and glistening as he gently took hold of you, and removed your touch from him. 

The air was utterly caught in your throat as your partner released your hand from his grip and stood beside you, his gaze resting back on the reflection in the running water that marred his covered features even further with each ripple over the small, jagged river stones that weren’t yet smoothed over by the current. 

“But it seems that you’ve failed to note this. Whether by choice, or simply because you are too righteous to see such things, you’ve still stood by me, even despite all that I’ve done, and that I am... I had to be sure you know the truth, Six. So that you can make your own decision about me, about our relationship… And you can find the words and inspiration you need to leave me behind, and to move on to better things. To be with someone who deserves you.” 

And truth will set you free.

The thought sprung unbidden into Joshua's mind.

I don't feel free.

But perhaps... Perhaps, now, Six can.

Still, you sat in the sand, in shock at everything that had just left your partner, the man you love, and have loved happily for the months you’ve been together.

Where had it all come from?

One moment you’re making camp, waiting for Joshua to collect water, dusting off the fabric of your tent, laying out the bedrolls close enough to later rest in his embrace all through the night, and now he… what? Wants you to leave him?

What changed?

Joshua made a move to step away from you, to leave you kneeling there, alone, beside the river that had apparently inspired these harsh words that encouraged even harsher actions, but you would not stand for it.

You could not. 

“I won’t leave you, Joshua.” You got to your feet as he paused his steps, and he tilted his head towards you, to better hear your words. To hear the justification that he was sure would be well-meant, but ultimately, unfounded. 

“Why?” He whispered, and you got the sense that he was going to speak more, that he would continue monologuing until he convinced himself further that you do not belong with him, even when you know that, beyond all reason, you do.

“Because Joshua, because..." You took a breath as righteous words filled your mind, "'You are precious in my eyes, and honored, and… I love you.' That quote comes from the book of Isaiah. And it’s God speaking to Jacob, telling him that this is why men are worthy of him, and why, even if they’re not, they’re still deserving of unconditional love, even by one as divine and perfect as God.” 

Joshua’s eyes were the ones widening now, and his body turned so that he could face you fully once again. 

“Now, I’m not saying that I’m perfect, but… If God can stand to love you, if he can keep you here, after all you’ve been through, if he can promise you life, even after going through what should’ve meant your death tenfold, then can’t I do the same? Can’t I promise you a life with me, can’t I love and accept you for who you are, no matter what anyone else thinks?” 

Joshua’s light eyes were glistening as they fixed on the sand below him, and you couldn’t help but step forward to try and draw his attention back to you. 

I had to sit through your monologue of self-hatred. Now it’s your turn to listen to all the reasons your words were wrong.

I won’t have you tuning me out.

“After living a life so devoid of it, there’s no one I can think of who’s more worthy of love and compassion than you.” 

You placed both hands on either side of his face, gently urging his eyes to meet yours. 

“Everything you’ve done, Joshua… You’ve been made to pay for. Just as you said, it’s all written upon your body, but it’s here too.” You dragged one palm down to rest over his chest. It was warm to the touch, even through the layers of his bandages and clothes. 

“And here.” The fingers of your other hand brushed over his temple, then his forehead. 

“You’ve paid for it enough. With these horrible thoughts, these feelings of unworthiness plaguing you, every mark upon your skin, all the pain you feel every day. Trust me, my love, you've paid for it. Now… I think God and I both just want you to know peace.” 

Joshua’s hands rose to delicately collect yours, to pull them down in between your bodies. But he didn’t release them from his grasp this time, only held them there, embracing you as much as he could allow himself as his mind still swirled with turmoil. 

“But why?" He asked, "You don’t have to be with me. No one is requiring it of you; and with another, everything would be so much easier. You could be happy… Happier than I can make you.”

“Why you?” You almost laughed at him, it seemed so obvious within the confines of your own mind, the mind that was almost always occupied with thoughts of him only. “I love you, Joshua. I love how you speak to me, how you respect me and want me in your life. I love that I’m able to help you, but you… You’ve helped me more than I think you know.” 

“How?” His voice was so desperate for an answer, it was almost demanding.

“Ever since I woke up from that grave… I didn’t really have a purpose. I didn’t know who I was, didn’t have anyone in my life to turn to, I didn’t have a path... but you gave me one. With you, I could help people in ways I never imagined. You were always so sure of your own path, that it inspired me to be sure of it too. To become a part of your path.”

You could feel your hands shaking where he held them between you. Your whole body was trembling with insistence, begging him to take your words to heart.

Everything about this night that the two of you were sharing once pointed to normalcy. Making camp, divvying out duties, feeling the warmth of the fire against the cool desert air, hearing the wind sweep over the dunes of sand; it was like so many other nights spent with one another. You hadn’t expected to have this conversation, hadn’t thought you’d be fighting tooth and nail to get your partner to understand how deeply you cared for him, how much you couldn’t stand the thought of leaving him, let alone ever consider it without his knowledge. But it was happening, and now this night was so much more important than all those others, because if you fail… It could be the end of all of this. This bliss that you’ve taken for granted. 

You’d survived without him for months before you ever met him, you could find happiness without Joshua, you knew that, but… With him, you didn’t have to look for happiness. With him, it surrounded you. 

“You have made my heart beat faster with a single glance of your eyes,” You said quietly, and even with the linen wraps covering Joshua's visage, you could see the way he softened at your words. “You made me love you more with every word you spoke. I can’t imagine who I’d be now without you, and I don’t want to.” 

Your hands tightened within his grasp, and you pulled his body closer to yours as your eyes stayed locked to his mesmerizing gaze.

 “Darling… in all my life, I’ve never been happier than when I’m with you. Believe me.” 

You insisted, and then you leaned forward even further, and kissed him. 

The thin linen obstructed you a bit, but it didn’t matter. You could feel the heat of him through it, sense the shape of his lips as they moved against yours, as they relented to your touch, and to your words. As he let you love him. 

Joshua’s hands released yours, allowing you to press yourself closer to him as you felt his touch upon your hip, and around the nape of your neck. In the same movement, your arms smoothed over his chest to grasp at his shoulders. He took a deep breath in through his nose, as though he’d been devoid of oxygen until you pressed yourself to him, and you felt the warm puff of air pass through his bandages and caress your face as he exhaled. Subtly, you could taste him through the barrier, the sweetness of cactus fruit, and the tartness of the healing powder he mixed into the water he drank. You sighed into him at the familiarity of it all. His touch, his taste, his burning warmth that sometimes felt unnaturally hot. Enough so, even, that it could scar you in return. 

And though it never had, Joshua hadn’t ever left any physical blemishes upon your skin from his touch, from his love of you, you were certain that you hadn’t gone completely unmarked by him. Like the words he spoke, like the thoughts and actions he inspired, like the emotions that surrounded him in your mind, his mark was within you. And all of that, all of his influence, his own love for you in return, that you felt was as permanent as any scar left upon his own skin. 

“Thank you,” You felt Joshua whisper against you as you parted, but remained pressed to one another. “Thank you, Six, for all that you have given me. I… I still do not feel worthy of it, but, I will do what I can to change that. No matter how long it takes.” 

“Mm.” You hummed, a grin touching your lips as you pressed your forehead to his and closed your eyes, soaking in the simple feel of him. “And I’ll be right here. Right beside you, all the way.” 

You felt the outline of his own smile as Joshua leaned forward, and captured your lips with his once again.

Raul:

Raul ran a roughened hand over the smooth surface of the wood, a half smile plastered to his lips as he sampled his own work. He gave the record player console table a satisfied nod as he overlooked the polished wood and properly set needle. There weren’t too many records left standing after all was said and done with those bombs so long ago, but still, what he and Six could find, they could now enjoy, and quite stylishly, he’d say. 

You liked these ones, huh? He remembered his partner asking as they held up a pair of record sleeves in an old run down shop near the strip. Dean Martin and Perez Prado… Oh, Raul knew them alright. Then we’ll have to find a way to listen to it one day, won’t we? You could teach me how to mambo.

Though the thought made Raul chuckle at the time, the idea picked at his brain for days after, and this became his project. When Six told him they’d be gone for a few days, running some mission with Arcade, he’d taken that as his opportunity to finally finish it. 

A click of a door lock sounded behind him, and the ghoul turned in time to see his companion enter the room, their face lighting up, first, at the sight of him, and then that of the table and set of tools beside him.

“Hey! It’s so good to see– Oh. Oh my god. Raul, did you… Did you make this?” They stopped briefly beside him to slide a hand over his shoulder, but ultimately, passed him completely as they were taken by the sight of his handiwork. 

“Nah, boss.” He fibbed, “Some crows flew by and dropped it right out of the sky outside the casino. Think they were takin’ it to their nest.” 

Six looked back at him with scrunched brows, even as they kept one hand glued to the glossy surface of the table. 

“But the birds never came back for it. So, I figured it’d be fair game. Thought it looked nicer in here than on the curb, anyway.”

His companion walked forward with a smile, shoving him playfully with one arm. 

“What? You think I’m lying? They were big crows, boss. Guess they like music.” 

“Yeah, guess so.” They shook their head at him, and Raul couldn’t deny the grin that spread across his face, crinkling his dark eyes and making them shine with mirth. 

“It really is gorgeous though, Raul. You’re not just a handyman, you’re a craftsman. An artist. And you never told me.” The ghoul didn’t know really what to say to that, he’d never really thought of himself that way before. 

An artist, eh?

“This detail is just incredible.” Six continued to regard the piece of furniture with awe as they lay their head against his shoulder, and grasped one of his hands in theirs.

“It’s just a table, boss.”

“It is not.” They pulled away abruptly, looking him hard in the eye, “It’s a beautiful table. And a record player! Are you kidding me, Raul? This is amazing. You’re amazing.”

Something tightened in the ghoul’s chest at his partner’s insistence, but before he could respond to them properly, they were pulling away, turning back to the table with intent. 

“Now, let’s hear how she sounds, shall we?” 

Six knelt to inspect the full shelf below the record player, stuffed with the vinyls they had both collected, but never had the chance to play. 

“It’s really no big deal.” Raul insisted, still hung up on his partner’s generous praise. “You were gone for a whole week, mi amado, I had time, that’s all.” 

Their hand floated by the albums slowly as they inspected the titles, finally pausing when they reached that first one they had found all those months ago, and they pulled it free. Six turned back to him as they slid the record from its sleeve and prepared to play it. 

“Even if I had a hundred years I could never make something like this.”

“But I had two hundred. Remember? I've been around a long time.” Six rolled their eyes at that, and though their grin persisted, there was more than just amusement at the root of their expression. 

“Whatever, even two hundred, and I could never do something even close to this. You’re incredible.” 

“You said that already, boss.” 

Before they could drop the needle down onto the record, they turned to face their partner, a prevalent fire blazing in their irises that Raul couldn’t fail to notice, even from the other side of the room. 

“Well, I mean it! You are. And not just at this. You don’t give yourself enough credit, Raul." 

The ghoul's smile perked up at that, and suddenly he wanted to move, to reach out to his partner and show them his appreciation for their words, but something kept him rooted where he was standing. There was a tightness in his chest that seemed to hold him in place. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had spoken to him this way, even if it was with so much aggression. 

“I’m not your partner because of your handiwork, you know." They stepped towards him as they spoke, only halting when they were at a point where they could wrap their arms up and around his shoulders to meet his gaze properly.

"I’m with you because I love being around you. You make me so happy, I couldn’t imagine not having you in my life. Even just this one week apart made me realize how much I love being with you, even when we just walk beside each other, when we just talk. The things you say…" One hand came up to stroke over Raul's cheek, their thumb running smoothly over his roughened skin.

"You always make me laugh, or blush, and the way you look at me… Don’t you notice when I look at you too?” 

“No I… I guess I never did." He stuttered, "I didn’t think…” 

I didn’t think anyone could ever look at me the way I look at you.

“I don’t know, amor.” He said, resignation plain on his face as the words left him with a sigh.

“Well, then I guess I need to make it more obvious.” Six smirked, and Raul felt a rush of heat wash over him, even as his partner backed away from him, back to the table. To his surprise, they didn’t reach for the needle of the record player, but for the flat bit of the table beside it. 

“So, this part? What’s this for?” They asked as they ran a hand over the smooth wood.

“‘S just the table part." He shrugged, "Could put your drinks on it, or something, no sé.” 

Raul rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, feeling as though he just got whiplash.

How can they just say all that? An' then go back to this? To the table? Ay, ellos me vuelven loco.

Six considered the surface further, reaching both hands to press down on it firmly. Raul narrowed his eyes.

“Drinks’r not normally that heavy, Six.” 

“I wasn’t thinking about drinks… Why don’t you come here?”

With the way their voice dropped at their request, Six didn’t need to ask him twice. Raul took the few steps forwards as his partner hopped up onto the table, their legs dangling down and feet grazing the floor as they leaned forward. 

Raul kept moving towards them, filling the space between their opened legs with his hips as their arms slid over his chest, clasping tightly around the back of his neck.

“Think it’ll hold me?” They whispered with a smile and a raised brow, their firm hold only pulling him closer with the barest hint of pressure.

“Hmm… Depends.” He whispered, as he relented, leaning in close.

“On?”

“On how much we do.” Raul practically growled as he lost himself in his partner’s alluring gaze, their want for him seeping through every brush of their lips against his, the truth in their words of praise evident in the way their hands grazed over the nape of his neck, over his chest, tugging impatiently at the fabric of his jumpsuit; and in their eyes, closed tightly in pleasure and bliss, and opening only to look at him in a way he’s never been looked at before.

[hawkepockets]

Can we hear about prem and Rama or is that still being developed 👉👈😶 prem has a personality that makes him so funny in romance with people like Rama or canach it's entertaining to read

ok sorrysorrysorry i have been sitting on this ask. i have so much to say about these two but didn’t wanna drop it as an unbroken word wall without any new doodle comics … PRAMA NATION LETS GO !!

prama nation lets pause to note prem & canach have been broken up since mid icebrood saga. F. but prama nation, thats another story. LETS GO !!!!!!!!!!

prem met rama in seitung while the commander was still unconscious in jail. since he’s visibly canthan & zephyrite, prem could walk freely around the province, getting the lay of the land and passing as more or less local. obviously people knew he wasn’t from seitung, but they figured he was from some close-ish island. the mystery of who he was, how he’d been scarred, whether more zephyrites would be coming soon with goods to trade, was local gossip but not something that tripped any minsec alarms. lacking gold, provisions, and information, prem spent a week or so sweet-talking local merchants and fishermen into telling him about the area and giving him free food.

he also batted his eyes at rama, bc a cop is a juicy source of intel, and bc rama’s handsome! their conversation turned into a really long, really nice skiff riding date, rama bought prem crab rangoons, ran his mouth a little more than he should’ve about working for minsec, and went back to his office blushing to the ears like

but of course prem wasn’t from a close-ish island. he was an outlander who’d been here under minsec’s nose. he’d let rama think he was canthan-born and only casually interested in minsec, lying big time by omission, and he’d used rama to find out where they were keeping gorrik and the comm. all of this was a sucker punch to rama when he found out, and he naturally assumed prem had faked his interest in rama and the whole date was a trick.

he was hurt, pissed off, betrayed, humiliated… but didn’t want any of that to come across, so settled on acting just kind of disgruntled and sticklery about government rules.

(the whole date wasn’t a trick. prem honestly liked him.)

when rama warned dragon’s watch that their unsecured comm channel was basically a public radio show, prem took it as encouragement instead of the “shut the hell up” rama intended. like what better way to win over ordinary canthans while kas handled the imperial court !

he started actually treating it like a podcast, taking canthan commoners’ questions live, talking about the guild’s exploits, and airing extended jokes and bits with his friends, and he’s funny, he’s fun to listen to, so every time he tuned in on his radio, rama would be taking torment damage trying to decide whether or not he likes prem despite it all, like

and the more prem talked on the comm about things he’d done like wrestling a mordrem axemaster in the shell of a wrecked pact airship, following a dead dragon’s memories to find the lost city of kesho, seducing a mummy on istan to break out of a mordant crescent prison, using glamours to infiltrate the moon palace of gandara, out-talking jormag… the smaller rama felt by comparison to prem’s stories, and the smaller prem’s betrayal of him seemed, and his temper cooled but it also sort of felt like shit.

in person, though, it’s different. when they’re out on the skiff in new kaineng’s canals, prem is interested in everything rama says, leaning forward, eyes meeting his squarely, laughing at his jokes, asking about how he ended up at minsec, making him feel large and deep and attractive again, like he’s one of the most important people prem’s met in all that traveling.

in person prem also feels so much less daunting. kinda washed up. rama hasn’t seen him fight, since the monastery is dedicated to dwayna and prem swore he’d never enter one of her places of worship again, so he wasn't at training. looking at him out of combat it’s easy to believe he exaggerated his past adventures, or at least that his grace has faded now.

so rama opens up about being kurzick, his childhood in the slums that drove him to become a cop. and prem surprises him again by really getting it! because he grew up zephyrite in kryta, he joined the shining blade in part to bring gold and honor to his mothers in the soon-to-collapse canthan district, he bought into the copaganda too ! and as they’re passing the grub lanes prem’s looking at the reflection of the buildings in the water, saying how much rama’s neighborhood looks like where prem grew up, and rama stops short and asks if he wants to get out of the boat and explore the place, but prem says no. he’d rather just look at the reflection. because the canthan district is gone forever and he doesn’t want his memory of it to get confused with new, similar streets.

and rama is possessed to tell him about the love tunnel.

when things get real, though, is after minister li comes out as a purist and gets his ass kicked. prem & rama see each other in action for the first time, and the only surprise that could follow up rama activating his gunsword is prem becoming a dash of colorful light as he uses zephyrite aspect crystals to navigate the rooftop battlefield and take apart li’s task force armed only with his hands, feet, and a single war fan. there’s no longer any doubt in rama’s mind that this dude is still one of tyria’s best martial artists, but whether or not prem’s out of his league is not really a concern as he reckons with finding out his mentor/second father figure is a career racist who always held rama’s background against him, and that the ministry he’s been working himself to death for at the cost of every other relationship is corrupted to the top. of course gorrik and the comm feel bad, but they’re too focused on ankka and soo-won to slow down and take care of him.

so prem does that, staying behind on the rooftop after min takes li away, to offer rama a distraction.

he catches a crab and makes it into a (small, and honestly just mid) dinner for the two of them at rama’s apartment. then they break into the soju. a tipsy prem lets a progressively drunker rama talk about li and pretends not to notice as he cries it out. and then,

prem finally talks about why he left the shining blade—the corruption, the bad orders, the impossible expectations, finding out anise was messing with his memories—and about dueling his own mentor for his freedom. he doesn’t like talking about it, but he wants rama to feel less alone. at this point rama hypothesizes—not correctly, but close enough—that anise gave prem his scars as punishment. out of it and overwhelmed, rama starts making out with him…

aaand cuts it short in a second as he’s SEIZED by paranoia that purists will find his apartment and kill him for what he knows about li and they shouldn’t have been drinking bc at any fucking minute the assassins could break in !!

prem reminds him that the fight happened on public rooftops, and there’s nothing rama knows about li that min, minsec, the pact commander, and half of new kaineng don't also know already. rama feels foolish, and freshly devastated bc he thought he did know li better than anyone else in cantha, and that’s been taken away from him and the memory ruined. he calls himself stupid. prem says he's not. rama says fine, he's confused, and he's calling it a night. he asks if prem needs money for a raptor cab. prem declines, and rama crashes into bed. dead asleep before prem can stand to go.

at 4 am rama wakes up needing to take a leak, and when he opens his bedroom door prem is asleep on the floor right outside it, stretched out across the doorway like a guard dog, hand loosely over his war fan. just in case.

rama doesn't forget that casual act of devotion, or how nice the kiss was before he freaked himself out, and after soo-won's death, min's promotion to security minister, and prem's decision to stay in cantha with the "friends' detective agency" until rama's ready to travel, there's a growing feeling between them of like, "you're half stuck on canach. i'm half waiting for min. in the meantime can't a couple of messed-up ex-cops enjoy each other's company?" they start flirting and sizing each other up and testing out how much they can joke about a relationship before it becomes real.

this is long enough so i'll leave off there at the end of core EoD, with the final thought that i think prem works with serious characters romantically because he doesn't always take them seriously, he thinks a straight face is funny and a sharp tongue is cute, and having their stoicism laughed at and their moments of silliness and vulnerability rewarded gives them a chance to act more rounded. the same way his insistence on treating people like braham very seriously when everyone else is laughing off their expertise as a joke lets them feel more whole.

and who's not into that?

[litfeathers]

Ooo maybe a Huntlow/Gustholomule double date? Where Huntlow tries to help Gus out and everything goes downhill but ofcourse, end up good? 👀👉👈

The drabble ended up slightly different from your request, but I really hope you still like it!

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“Why did I agree to this?!”

“Because I’m so devastatingly handsome you can never say no to me?”

Gus helped Matt straighten the lapel of his dress shirt before changing his mind and flicking it back to the way it was.

“Nah. Guess rumpled little gremlin is just your look!”

He flicked his own suit coat before posing like the coolest of cool guys, shooting Matt a finger gun as he pulled down his shades.

“And I guess heartthrob is mine.”

Matt scoffed, looking away from Gus to hide his smile and blush.

As Gus left the room to find his wallet, Matt started pacing on the Porter's living room carpet.

“Alright. I just have to be normal for three or four hours,” he fretted. “This will be fine. It'll even be...fun? Just a double date with my boyfriend. A fancy dinner and a movie. It’s fine. Willow’s pretty cool. And…Hunter’s…uh."

He groaned.

“This is gonna be so awkward and dumb.”

Matt’s wild thoughts were interrupted by his boyfriend’s father.

“Well, don’t you look sharp!” Perry said, poking his head into the living room. “You need to be back by ten thirty, Augustus.” He added as Gus reentered the room.

“Sure, Dad.”

“And if you’re running late, remember to text.”

"Yeah, Dad."

Gus hugged his father, and Matt gave him an awkward hand shake as they left the house.

“Have fun, kids!” Perry said, waving from the doorway with a fond twinkle in his eye.

The boys settled on the porch steps to wait for their friends as the door clicked shut behind their backs.

“Hey…I didn’t wanna bring this up with Dad around…but are you okay? You’ve been acting weird,” Gus said, tapping his boot on a step.

“Yeah,” Matt said, avoiding his eyes. "I’m fine.”

“Nah, you’re not. Spill.”

“Ugh. Do I have to?”

“Well, I'd like it if you did. As long as it’s nothing major. You don’t want to chew on it all evening, right? It’ll ruin your night.”

“No. It’s nothing major, Gus. Just…okay. Let me try to get it out.”

Matt took a deep breath.

“When I was younger…I kinda had a…THING for…uh. I’m not gonna name names, but it was so dumb. Just a celebrity crush when I was a kid. I was like twelve, okay? A whole year before I met you. And let’s just say I got reminded of it earlier today, and it’s kinda driving me bonkers.”

“Ohhhkkaaayyy. So a typical Matt freakout. Gotcha.”

Gus cocked his head.

“Now I’m curious. Who was it? Can I get a hint?”

“UGH, GUS.”

“Hold on. Let me think…huh. Having trouble thinking of famous guys who might be your type. You’re hard to pin down. Your proclivities are mysterious. And unknowable.”

“Guuuuussssss.”

“Well, if you won’t tell me or even give me a hint, this might be an all evening game for the dinner table!” he laughed with a charming wink. “Just kidding. I’d never do you dirty like that, boo. Especially in front of Willow and Hunter.”

Matt involuntarily squeaked.

Gus froze and slowly turned to stare at a bright red Matt.

“Woah, woah, woah. Wait. Matt. MATTHOLOMULE. DID YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON HUNTER???”

Matt’s eyes bugged out.

He shook his head hard, his mouth smushed into a thin line.

“Matt, it’s totally cool if you did. Like you said, that was what...almost four years ago? Even if you still think he’s an attractive guy, that’s fine! And I mean…I’m not jealous.”

The way he said that made the hackles on Matt’s neck rise a little.

He could always tell when Gus was lying.

They sat together on the steps, pointedly avoiding each other’s eyes.

“It…was just…” Matt grumbled. “It wasn’t a big deal.”

“Was he your first crush?”

“…yeah.”

“Well, that’s way better than mine. Mine was Bria.”

“WHAT?!”

“That one only lasted maaaaaybee a few hours. But yeah,” Gus shrugged. “Like you said. Wasn’t a big deal!”

“Oh, Gus…she suuuuucks.”

“I know. Guess I have bad taste.”

“Yeah, you really-HEY!”

They shoved at each other for a second, play fighting with big cheesy grins.

“First crushes can be a little weird,” Gus said. “Let’s not…I dunno. Get jealous or upset about all that? All that matters is the awesome crushes we have now. On each other.”

“That sounds amazing,” Matt said, deflating a little in relief. “Please let’s just do that.”

A shout in the sky made them both look up.

Willow and Hunter were flying in on their palismen, waving at them frantically and dressed to the nines.

“Well? Is he still smoking hot?” Gus cackled out of the side of his mouth.

“Shut up,” Matt grumbled, trying desperately to hide his small grin.

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My askbox is still open for short fic requests ! If your idea tickles my fancy, I may just write it! I mainly write Huntlow and Caleb/Evelyn, but I'm also down for Raeda and Gustholomule!

[smallestapplin]

Kinda embarrassed to ask, but what about Ingo x male reader NSFW with Ingo as bottom? Love your posts, have a great day 💕💕

Nothing to be embarrassed about, I’m more than happy to provide anything you ask! I hope you enjoy and have a lovely day, you are so sweet!

Also if you can’t tell I have a thing with pampering a partner 👉👈

🔞18+🔞

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Being with Ingo has always been fun, such a hard working, dutiful, kind, and sweet man, hell you could go on all day about how much you love him, but there is nothing you love more than making the stoic man a blushing mess, his face lights up at the smallest things and it melts your heart.

He gets so bashful too, like when you ask him to cuddle you and you lay him on your pecs cause you know he likes listening to your heart beat, you don’t think you’ve ever been with a more wholesome man before.

Maybe that’s why you get a little carried away when making love to him, a loud vocal man like him deserves to be heard, and such a hard working one needs to pampered.

That’s truly what you think about when going down on him, his cock hitting the back of your throat while you look up at him, Ingo keeps going back from tilting his head back to looking back down at you, his face only getting redder as he realizes your humping against the bed.

His sounds are just so cute, all his whines and moans make your dick twitch, his whorish expressions make you want to fuck him even more, you blindly reach for the lube that you had laid out before squeezing a bunch into your hand.

“D-do you need help?” His beautiful watery silver eyes lock to yours before you give a harsher suck, he throws his head back, back arching and hips bucking at the rush of pleasure, hands flying from the sheets to your head as he whines.

Slipping him out of your mouth just for a moment “you don’t need to worry about a thing my love, just lay back and relax.”

Fingers sufficiently lubed, you raise him up a little to position them at his puckering hole.

“Are you okay? Do you want me to continue?”

He nods frantically, silver hair sticking to his sweaty forehead “please, I want to.”

you rest one of his legs over your shoulder to keep elevated, freeing up your other hand to hold his.

Pushing one finger into his ass, moving it around waiting for him to get use to you while you kiss the tip of his dick and giving little kitten licks to help relax him.

“Fuuuck you sound so cute and we haven’t even gotten to the best part.” You can’t help it! Even as you coo at him.

“Please, I just, you always make me feel so good.” He lays his head back on the pillows

“That’s right, just relax, nice and easy.” You add a finger to stretch him out more, loving his soft moans, you try and keep him from squirming too much as he is torn between you licking and kissing his cock and the fullness your fingers bring him.

“Pleeease c-can we….mmm!” He hands his face with his free hand before mumbling something.

“I’m sorry handsome, I can’t hear you if you hide your pretty face.” You rub your thumb across the top of his hand, hoping to comfort him.

He peeks between his fingers before speaking “can you fuck me, please? I want to be close.”

“Anything you want Ingo, I’ll happily provide.”

You make sure he is stretched enough before pulling your fingers out you move up, hovering over him taking in his gorgeous face, his cheeks a nice rosy color, his hair messy from the heated make out earlier and all his squirming, those beautiful alabaster eyes fully focused on you.

You can’t help but kiss him, starting off slow as you inch your hips closer to his lining your dick up clenching hole, you bite his lip as you gently push in, he makes a sound like the air got knocked out of him, hands gripping your shoulders as you fully sink into him.

“Hnn! so full.” He pants while your arms shake, he is clenching down on you so tightly he feels so good.

“D-don’t just be still, please move.” Such a polite darling.

You pull out just a little before thrusting back in, giving a nice build up, his legs wraps around your hips, desperately trying to keep you close.

You move your hands to grasp his thighs, angling his hips a little higher and making sure he was secured before moving plunging into him faster, the new position made it easier to hit his prostate.

“FUCK! Ah! D-darlinggg!” His nails dig into your back as he cries out, the pleasuring almost overwhelming as tears run down his flushed face, eyes crossing as you keep abusing his hole.

“You feel so good Ingo, mmm like you’re trying to milk me, haa.” You shudder as he clenches around you tighter at your words, he has always been weak to filthy words and praise.

And free one of your hands from his thigh and grab his leaking cock caressing it, while continuing to plunge him onto yours, the added pleasure makes him thrash.

“T-TOO MUCH! S’MUCH! gonna cum! I’m gonna cum-ah!” Ingo bucks his hips trying to grind back against you as he cums, coating his stomach with his spent

“That’s right, cum on my cock, just like that.” You groan, flooding his insides, the tired man whimpers at the warm feeling as both your bodies shake.

“You were amazing dear.” You kiss his nose as you carefully pull out, some cum spilling out of him and onto the sheets, “I’ll be right back, okay?”

You leave and come back with a warm rag, snacks and a cold water bottle as you begin to clean him up “are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Mmm no, you were perfect, thank you.”

You chuckle “Ingo we have been dating for years, you don’t need to thank me for loving you and worshipping you as you deserve, but you’re welcome.”

After eating a snack and drinking half the water bottle you cuddle up to him, holding him to your chest and softly stroke his hair as he dozes off.

“I wanna make you my husband.”

You almost choke, but didn’t get the chance to question him as the subway boss promptly fell asleep, did he mean to say that out loud? You didn’t know as you lay there, face burning, you’d happily be this man’s husband but did he have to say it like that?

[witch-hazels-musings]

Hey girl!

Ok so I’m a Kaeya simp and I rarely see any NSFW writings that involve Kaeya on a more loving side. I’m not picky but I would love if you could put something together for a softer side of Kaeya 🥺👉👈

 Soft Petals

Warning -> (18+) NOTSFW* (hints at oral, non-specific penetration, making-out, kissing), potential spoilers of his backstory* (maybe a bit angsty?)

Kaeya X GN Reader | Anthology

a-n: ^ gosh, soft Kaeya was so lovely to write - and I love the idea of him being so desperately in love with you that he just wants to show you that love in this type of way, worried you’ll think different of him if you knew ... ugh

Kaeya isn’t shy, he makes his point known and puts on airs as soon as he opens his mouth

Most citizens think they have a good grasp on him, that they know him, and while they may see the outward expression he wants them to see, they will never know the real Kaeya, the Kaeya who can be both passionate and sweet, dominating and supportive, secretive and open 

He showed parts of himself that he rarely showed anyone, in fact, he hasn’t let himself be this transparent since he was very young

He held you in his arms, the smell of birch, patchouli, and vibrant fruits filling your nose as you rested your head on his shoulder. All day, he had acted sweeter, more reserved, but when you asked him if there was anything bothering him, he brushed you off and said it was nothing. 

It wasn’t unusual for Kaeya to hold secrets from you, in fact, there were some things about him you still hadn’t learned. Like, where he was before being adopted into the Ragnvindr family, or just what was hiding behind his eyepatch. All those were locked behind a vault he kept close to his chest and to reach that far in, you’d either have to be brave or stupid. 

The two of you held each other, your bodies pressed close and resting in the deep blue sheets on his bed, a white blanket resting over your legs. The placement of your head made it easy to hear his heart, the slow, steady thump in your ear started to lull you to sleep, even though you weren’t tired. You were enjoying the relaxing experience and, while you wanted to pry into the reason behind his muted behavior, you didn’t want to push the subject. 

His hand drew circles on your arm, he played with your hair, shifting the strands and locks about and sending goosebumps throughout your body. His forearm rested against the side of your head as he gently, lovingly fussed with your hair, in response, you squeezed tightly against his chest and left a soft kiss on the exposed skin peeking through his shirt. 

“This is nice.” You hummed over his chest before leaving another peck there. He chuckled and you looked up at him just in time to catch a smile on his lips and to see his face the most relaxed you’d ever seen him. “You’re kinda handsome, do you know that?” 

You shifted your position, pushing yourself up and crossing your arms over his chest so you could rest your chin on your hands. In this position, you were able to stare directly at him, which was exactly what you wanted.

“Oh?” He opened his eyes and adjusted his head to look down at you. “You flatter me.” 

“Well it’s true, I know you know it.” You close your eyes and grin at him, flashing him the smile he loved to see. 

His fingers ran across your face and made your eyes flutter back open, “You’re not too bad yourself. Come here.” He cups your face and pulls you toward him, sliding along his chest and resting above him your lips connect. 

He cares for you so deeply - there isn’t anything he wouldn’t do to protect you, care for you, or provide for you - there was just one thing he couldn’t shake, one thing that rested at the back of his mind and reminded him he was letting himself get to close - his past

For years, countless years, he’s known what his purpose here was. He knew it when his father abandoned him at Dawn Winery, he knew it on that rainy day which changed Diluc forever, he knows it now - and still, he cannot bring himself to choose a side 

Then he met you. You found your way into him and highlighted the goodness that resides in the city he is supposed to hate, you very well may be his savor, or his undoing

if you knew, if you understood would you still stand by him with that smile, would you touch him with those hands?

This was so different from the other times. Normally, Kaeya was a ravenous disaster. His hands claimed you as quickly as they could and caused you to make sounds you didn’t even know you could make, but today, today was so different. 

Kaeya’s kisses were his signature, they were a battle of wills and if you wanted to outlast him you had to fight back. So, as he kissed you tonight, you wondered why there was so much sadness behind the connection, why it felt like these kisses were the last he’d ever be able to have with you, as if in the morning he’d be gone. 

“Kaeya …” You wanted to ask him, you wanted to know why tonight was so different, but each time you pulled away from him he brought you right back. Eventually, he shifted so he could hover over you, his forearms on either side of your head, shoulders dipping toward you, and face continuously connected. His tongue found yours and moved in your mouth like a dance between two long-time partners; in sync and constantly in motion. 

He broke away from the kiss and made his way along your jaw, to your earlobe and the space below, he left hot and cold kisses down your neck and against your collarbone. Your hands found his shirt and began to pull at the buttons which were being difficult at coming undone. It didn’t take long for the two of you to begin undressing, and unlike the normal flurry of fabric falling to the side of the floor, this was more like a sensual experience in itself. 

As he slipped your shirt over your head, he left a trail of kisses along the side of your torso, down the center of your chest, along your shoulders. He showered your body in his love and appreciation, it soaked into every space where his lips touched, every place his hands caressed. By the time your pants were removed and the two of you were in nothing but your undergarments, the heat inside of you was incredible. It pushed against your stomach, throbbed in your sex, and expressed itself through the movements of your hips, in the neediness of your grasps and breath. 

There was something so different about this, and while you relished the sex the two of you normally had, this was soft and nurturing, sensual and tender. 

“Y/N.” He spoke your name and the sound of his voice sent a shiver through you, it clenched your throat and stung your heart. “You must know,” He placed a kiss against your thigh and the feeling made your toes clench, “I never thought I could be affected by someone much until I met you. You are quite something, I must say.” 

“Kaeya…” Your voice came out breathy and pleading, it was a voice that told him exactly what he needed to hear. 

“I’d like to respond in kind.” He pulled down the final article of clothing which separated him from the pressure you wanted to release, and when his tongue touched you, everything else was gone. 

He pleasured you this way until your orgasm came and went, when he built it back up again and you were ready to take him in, he wasn’t able to hold back. He pushed himself inside of you until he could no longer see himself and made love to you like he’d never done before. The feeling of being wrapped around him was indescribable, the movement of him pushing in and out, slowly, gently, was exquisite. You were in a completely different place, unable to understand anything but the pleasure of Kaeya entering you over and over again, his hands pleasuring you in an effort to add to the stimulation. 

Heat began to grow as you neared another orgasm. You gripped your hair, bit your lip, moaned, and called his name. You lifted your hips and grabbed at his arms all to give him a better angle and push in further, deeper until he pierced the soul which became his possession so long ago. Like soft petals on a budding rose, you bloomed around him and he put himself as close to your exclamation as he could. 

The two of you panted, your breaths were woven into one desperate and satisfying sound. He kept himself inside of you and you felt how he pulsated, his hips jerking every so often as he tried to find his center again. 

With soft kisses against your forehead, along the side of your damp face he whispered the words you couldn’t know would have so much more meaning in the future, “Know that no matter what, I love you.” He whispered and pulled you closer to him. 

“I love you, too.” You reassure him, cupping his face in your hands and leaning up to kiss him. 

His hair fell beside your face and provided a comforting barrier between you and the rest of the world. There wasn’t anything that could break apart the two of you, not even if the world ended.

[archersgaymerblog]

I was making a bigger and kinda deeper post along this line but here’s a Shitpost Edition for: flirting with legionnaires in FNV

Vulpes: You tell him you think he’s handsome. He seems to brush you off, but with his pale ass skin you can see the blush rising on his face. He excuses himself and when he’s alone he’s torn between the two conflicting desires inside of him, one that tells him to get his shit together, and the other that wants to delight in being called ‘handsome.’ He doesn’t bring it up afterward, but when you talk to him again, he seems softer.

Lucius: You “casually” call him a sexy fuckin’ gray fox, not even aware you’ve said it until you have, and he stares at you slightly wide eyed, before averting his gaze, slight red showing on his cheeks. He awkwardly accepts your comment, but says he’s not currently looking for a partner, needing to keep his focus on the Legion’s current endeavors. But… get back to him once they claim the Dam. wink wink nudge nudge

Caesar: You offer to help him “unwind” from the stresses of being the great Legion leader. He tells you to fuck off. It’s love at first sight ❤️

Lanius: [Speech 100 & Confirmed Bachelor/Black Widow] “dam Lanius ur bobbies”. The conversation immediately ends. He runs off without saying a word. You get +50000 exp.

Antony: You tell him his dogs are adorable, but he’s cuter. In pure himbo fashion, he doesn’t realize you’re flirting and thinks you are trying to challenge just how cute his dogs are, and also how dare you. You’ve made a mortal enemy.

Aurelius of Phoenix: You’ve given him, like, 1000 NCR tags at this point, and finally work up the courage to ask him out. Aurelius, known Indulger In the Forbidden, considers you worthy for your action against the profligates, and picks you up and carries you off into the sunset. I d e a l.

Those are the main ones I Care for so that’s all for now 👉👈

BONUS EX-LEGIONNAIRES:

Joshua Graham: You tell him he’s as hot as the fire that just completely scarred his body. He sighs. He’s very exasperated. He’s exhausted. He mumbles out a “thank you courier,” and once again asks you to p l e a s e help Daniel get the shit he needs.

Ulysses: You’re hanging out with him at the cliff edge at the Divide, and you mention something about the seductive nature of his voice. “Seductive?” He asks. There’s a small smirk on his face. You are now experiencing being flustered. You run away before you get any more lost in those warm brown eyes.

[watiamdoingwithmylife666]

Your work is amazing pls 😭💕 I'm jelly of your writing skills 💀✋🏻

May I request Nanami with a s/o that likes to listen to his heart? 🥺 👉👈 Like him going back to be a sorcerer makes them anxious so they constantly wanna make sure he's still there with them 🥺

If this is too weird I totally get it! Pls anything you write is amazing 💕

🥺omg thank you🥺 Not me staring at your message for five good minutes because it melted my heart

I totally understand your request it's absolutely not weird, the rhythm is peaceful and kinda helps to fall asleep!

Nanami and you were in couple for a long time by now. Both of you were working as sorcerers, but Kento asked you to be the most careful one.

You know that he is the kind to be careful, he's not the one putting himself in unnecessary danger. But even knowing that, when you are by yourself in your empty house, your mind creates the most stressful and hurtful scenarios that could happen to your sweet Kento.

Most of the time it happens when you finish your afternoon duty. You come home, get yourself in comfier clothes, clean up the little thing around like the dishwasher, the washing machine. After that, depending on your mood you either bake or read.

But those tasks are almost mechanical now, and that's when your mind turns on those sad scenarios. "What if he gets stuck with multiple enemies ?" or "What if he encounters someone far too stronger for him and doesn't get time to run away?". You don't doubt about his capacities, Nanami is a really good sorcerer and you saw it multiple times. But, it happens that you had to save his ass. It's not like he didn't have too, saved your ass, but you couldn't help to think, what if this time he needed you and you weren't here to help? This idea is killing you, burning from the inside, and eat all your doubts to grow even more each time.

As you were sitting on the couch you didn't realize, too lost in your mind, eyes focus on the window watching the clouds moving, that you were bending nervously the pages of your book. That was when Kento finally came home. Putting the keys on the counter, you almost jump from the couch to hug him.

Your arm around him, head on his torso, you can hear his slow heartbeats. You didn't even pay attention to him half responding to your hug before he spoke to you.

"I am sorry if I made you scared by coming late princess, I pass by the bakery and took you your favorite cake for dessert tonight... His cheek was now tainted in light pink, he look handsome with his shy smile. You are working hard and you seem stressed, I thought you would like a little gift"

Breaking the hug, you let him put the cake in the fridge, your eyes still on him, too amazed by his little attention for you. He was really the sweetness.

At night, it's the same, you've got the habit to fall asleep your head on the torso of Kento. He didn't realize at first that you did that to hear his heart, he just thought that you liked being close to him, and frankly, it's not far from the truth too. But the slow heartbeat when he is falling asleep is for you a good reminder that he's here with you and safe.

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- Also in case, it can be appreciated or useful. I used this sound as background to write. Nanami ambient sound .

[nessanness]

HIA 😉😉

- what do you prefer to be called ?

- your favorite childhood memory ?

- your favorite animal?

- your favorite color ?🐧

OKE I HAVE MEMORY ABT THE PREV Q

(sorry for grammar mistakes 🏃‍♀️)

• call me annes! (ah-nes) or nes, or maybe you wanna make nickname(s)?? im ok too!

• chara i think has best bg -> i like vasco backstory! one of my fav arc actually. i also wanna know abt goo's backstory, and wanna know more abt mary's and vin jin's

• chara i think has the best design ->

1. JACE! bro lookin super fine now. seriously i didn't realize before (SORRY JACE). actually jace stay the way he is, i mean the face feature. i used to think he became handsome bcuz the art improvement hehe. i mean, yeah the improvement did something, but actually, he just change his hairstyle. his eyes, for example, not changing. do you get it?? wht im trying to say is he's fine from the start and i realized it after reread some old chapters (I FEEL KINDA BAD AWKSKWK). alsoooo his piercings cool af mann, and his tattoos!!!! i... i like that chest tatto 👉👈 and that 'my hero man' ahem and his mama friend personality hahahah

2. IM LUA! shes so prettyyy and i love her haircolor. also the way she approached yohan lmao cutee. look i found lua irl

3. WARREN CHAE AND OLLY WANG. i like warren's hairstyle and especially his eyes shape, personally i find it interesting. i saw really realis fanart of him and he looks... interesting hshshh, i think this 'interesting' different to 'attractive'. and for olly basically i like his locs. im not really into korea, but korean with locs are rare right? besides i always wanna try draw locs but i <dont have time for it>

4. ofc my fav MAGAMI KENTA. idk which part, but he looks v adorable to me. like kenta is kenta idk how to describe it.... his eyes, his scar, his expressionless expression, everythings perfect!!

see 🥺

• fav child memory huh... idk.... i dont remember things.... this not fav but i remember my 3yo birthday, me, my mom, and babysitter i guess?? or there was no babysitter idk, we were waiting my dad back home from his job around 10 pm, we celebrated it together after he arrived and the photo still here. or ohh i guess 6 grade include to childhood memory. i have a crush back then, and im closer to him than me and my crush now wth. yeah maybe i dont have fav childhood memories 😔

• fav animal hmmm, i like dogs, they're cute. ohh adorabilis octopus!! guess i dont have fav animal either, but adorabilis >>

• fav color is black! and earth toned colors. i like soft colors and natural color (this one for outfit :p)

[regensia]

@lightofaether​ said . . .

‎# ‎ 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  || for whoever wanna answer : “ Shanks, Law, && Katakuri “ 👉👈 fhfhghfhfh

Smash or pass!

“He’s too noisy, isn’t he? Maybe if I got to see him cry and be miserable with my negative hollows, he could be kinda handsome that way. Besides, I wanna be spoiled! Something tells me Shanks isn’t like that! I’ll pass!”

“Kind of a gloomy guy, but he’s Luffy’s friend – so he can’t be too bad! I trust my brother’s taste on who he surrounds himself with. He’s always had a good sense for that.” Ah, Sabo was about to go on a tangent about his incredible little brother... “Looks-wise, I’d say Law’s got it for sure. I’d smash. Besides, maybe I’d get to see that neat submarine of his.”

Whoa... it’s not too often he sees anyone taller than himself. He’s always considered himself fit but this guy was absolutely ripped in a way that complimented his lengthy limbs. More than that, he certainly made some bold fashion choices between the tattoos and the leather... 

Coughing a bit on nicotine, Corazón waved a hand in front of his face to clear the smoke before replacing it between maroon-painted lips.

“... smash.”

[echoes-lighthouse]

🤔🤔 was gonna make a mood board some other day butsaye your 200 follower celebration post so 👉👈 ill request if you like to,,,

-f/o’s name and source: Gilbert Bielschmidt (prussia) hetalia

-basic details of your s/i: my s/i is from a different universe, but she doesnt remember her past at the time, but yea its a lot to explain abt that. (if you want to know abt it you can ask me omh) her interests include astronomy, astrology, drawing, sunsets, landscapes of the world, cooking/baking, (phase 2 cos LOVES neon/or anything with lights so…)

-how did they meet? cosvin admired germany's house then saw drunk gilbert wh o drank beer- she was confused af yknow but yea, the other day gilbert was looking for gilbird and saw his bird was eating food from the birdfeeder in the nordics house (that house is where cos lives- ) so gil decided to kinda jokingly give a thank you letter and cosvin actually responded to it- and gilbird sent it to gil- and they were talking back and forth- later they decided to meet each other irl in a national cookie party; cosvin went 'oh shit he's handsome 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳' and thats when they star t their super huge slow burn romance haha

-what kind of hobbies/activities/interests do they share?: after cosvin;s interest of space; gil started to get more into it- same for stargazing? after gil, cosvin got into vintage, history, medival : D also they both visit a lot of different places together…. and gilbert's place where he relaxes over when hes writing (a huge grassfield- at night theres fireflies : ) they both go there often

-what is their dynamic like? well… i hc Gilbert as ENTP and im infj,,, i like to think he's the huge chaotic while im sort of trying not to make him chaotic but ends up failing and somehow starts helping doing the chaos? if that helps what it means? oh yea gil sure does invade a lot of space for cos, but she actually doesnt mind it? sort of embraces it sinc e she was also sorta touch starved haha she at first would feel herself very flustered about it though like 'dude did he just touched my shoulder??? 😳😳😳' 'oh my god he just petted me ☺☺☺☺😳😳😳😳' when they're a thing- they are extremely doing lots of PDA when no one was around (bc they kept their ship a secret at first) but soon they get found out tho they still kinda do it at some moments in public-

extras;

cosvin gets a lot of deja vu after meeting gilbert- (which this can be a soulmate thing 🥺🥺🥺🥺)

gilbert actually protects cos a lot, hes worried that she'll get to danger again thats before they became a thing

they go to medival festivals sometimes, maybe cos is a princess hiding in a robe while gil is a knight? : ) iDK FVGDHFKHDSBG

omh its a lot but yea lmk if you have questions im willing to help answer @v@

Oh wow I love this!!! Thank you for all the details! I love the memory/flashback elements, that's so cool, and the medieval festival idea!!!!

Here's your moodboard, I'm so into this ship.

Moodboard, Matchup, and Blog Rate Requests Are Open!

[r0-boat]

🪛-anon here again

I wondered what's your opinion on cyrus? I know he isn't everyones taste but Idk He looks kinda handsome 👉👈

I can see why people would be attracted to him he does look kind of handsome but personally, for me, I just wish he had emotion

[gtpgrima]

Hey the Satan fluff was so sweet👉👈 my heart went💞💘 as for the nsfw well 👁️////👁️ so I got a request idea can I please request a fluffy headcanon for how the brothers would react(satan, Lucifer and mammon) if a affectionate mc suddenly hugs them (in private ofc) and sits on their lap while complimenting them then suddenly kisses their cheek ruffles their hair and walks off (it's kinda confusing sorry😅) it's fine if you don't want to do it but if you decide to do it then thank you so much😊

Aww, thank you! (o˘◡˘o)♥️✨✨ I'm so happy to hear that!

I HOPE THIS WORKS FOR YOU.

Warnings? Nothing really!

If MC suddenly hugs them...

Lucifer

He knows they're coming but he'll pretend he doesn't. He might huff at MC if they "unexpectedly" run to him for that purpose only. He's busy, okay?

He might even roll his eyes, sarcastically. (They better not let go because he likes it, of course; so stay put, MC.) He'd act like it's a waste of time.

He'd ask them what's wrong and demand them to let go, if that's all.

This sadistic m*therf*cker will not hug back right then and there, but don't worry because he will trap them in his arms later that night.

Mammon

Bold of them to assume this tsundere ass won't short-circuit the moment MC's arms wrap around him.

He will. Yes, goodbye world; he'll blackout for a minute and revive to yell incoherent wheezing noises to their face, as if he doesn't like it and their dirtying his expensive shirt or something.

If MC lets go, though? He'll basically german suplex back down with him. I kid you not, they'll both go down probably with a furniture above them burying them alive.

It's worth it, though. A neck brace or something wouldn't stop them from doing it again anyway.

Satan

MC has to be extra cautious unless they want a sharp elbow to the face as a response.

He's not very welcoming when it comes to surprise affection, you see?

Maybe they'd have to call his name first, smile, and make faces that they'll approach him without ill intent and when they're a few inches close? Just dive into his arms.

He'll give an affirmative response and cuddle them until they're satisfied.

If MC sits on their lap...

(haha! Ya think it'll be spicy cuz of the gif? nah, fam. (￣^￣)ゞ✨)

Lucifer

He's actually waiting (desperately, despite his pride yelling no!) that MC will sooner than later sink in his lap anytime now. Come on now, he's starving for affection!

He didn't expect it accompanied by loving compliments and other such sweet gestures, however; now his got frozen legs and burning face, and something else rising from the confinements of his pants.

If they look up at his face, he's blushing and will definitely avoid eye contact.

Ha, he'll still pretend he's undisturbed and try to reverse the situation by flustering MC instead (which if they're cheeky by nature, will not work).

Mammon

He's not used to this kind of approach, everyone knows that; he's often the victim of bullying of all forms and sizes, so he's a bit nervous whenever MC corners him with a suspicious grin.

So when MC sat on his lap, complimented him, told him he's handsome and all that greatness in the world; he absolutely died on the spot, with a satisfied smile on his face.

MC's now aware that once they sit on Mammon's lap, he becomes a stuttering, blushy mess (doesn't he always?) but hyped tenfold and he just disappears into the void.

He's too happy and excited about it his spirit might've as well ascended back to the Celestial Realm!

Satan

This is harder than just giving him a surprise hug. MC better be much careful or they'd land in a hospital bed.

The first time they sat on his lap, he nearly threw them into the fireplace. He was stunned so bad he yelled at them for about an hour about respecting privacy and consent.

He was so sorry though (a few minutes after the lecture) and promptly compromised by letting them sit on his lap, and cuddles! More cuddles, and kisses included.

The moment he heard their compliments nearly had him tearing up on the spot ngl.

Thank you for this ask! ♥️

[with-the-same-tattoos]

Hi, for the character question thing.. big boy Thomas? 👉👈

Thomas Hewitt

• favorite thing about them — efficiency. Idk, there is just smth so lovely about how like.... hard of a worker he is? Tough, strong, does whats needed. Along w how he seems to have this incredibly sensitive, thoughtful side, there's smth really pretty about it. I get the feeling that he has some anxiety when it comes to making choises for himself, and he's most comfortable following lead, which, again, w his stature and strenght kinda makes for smth really intriquing, but also, again, gives room to growth, an arc where he might be able to learn to put his foot down. I don't want him to have to stand up for himself to be respected, but I wish he could find an enviroment where he is respected and heard out as he is. But i also wanna see him smack Hoyt around. Pl e a se. Also he is big strong he is thicc as hell and oh my god i just had the shakiest breath he is so gorgeous that visualizinh him caused me a little brain freeze.

• least favorite thing about them — murder :/ yk.

• favorite line — his hands r his lines and the little gestures he does... 💖 one of my faves is when hes standing in front of a door w his hands in front of him and he moves his thumb, clearly thinking abt smth and fidgeting a bit, it's very endearing.

• brOTP — i wanna see hIM W THE SAWYERS. I don't like the Hewitts that much, I want to see Thomas & the two gals in the Sawyer family, I think it'd be more fun for them.

• OTP — dunno ships for him? I guess?again i WOULD smooch him so i guess y/n & thomas. Thomas & vincent pretty cute but i like my silly lil nubbins & vincent more bc loud vs extremely quiet character hits different....

• nOTP — dunno ships much????

• random headcanon — he's a cat person!!!! I often lean towards dog ppl as hcs bc i just love dogs a lot, but Thomas just has the vibe where he would watch a tiny kitten bite at his sasaug fingers and hum and coo kindly. He defi has some half stray cats hanging around that he feeds..... bits....... to............ look, hes just tryna be a good guy. ALSO, he pats cats for bringing him dead critters, he sees it as a sign of affection and gets so proud.

• unpopular opinion — cant think of any?????

• song i associate with them —

• favorite picture of them —

Full on anything where his eyes & face is visible !!! I rly like the tcm beginning mask bc the actor has some incredibly beautiful intense, thoughtful glances and it's rly nice to get to see him think more. But also just, the only shot of his face :') i mean shit man!!! The curve of the skull around the nose is SO fucking elegant, it reminds me of the arch of a swans neck, and he has that visible??? Mwah!!!! I wanna see more !!! Please !!!! In general he has just a great face, the actor is just mad handsome, i lov his soft cheeks sm 🥺🥺

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send me a character and i’ll list:

[hale-of-stiles-heart]

It's so weird seeing Jaskier so self conscious when he's usually so confident and Geralt knows it's bc this actually means something to him and it's admittedly kinda endearing but also a little sad that Jaskier doesn't think his feelings will ever be returned and Geralt totally gets it

Jaskier just lets out this happy little gasp like "Geralt! You dog!"

Geralt tries to woo Jaskier with his favorite Fiorano wine and asks why Jaskier likes it so much and Jaskier just turns red and goes "well, I get really slutty when I'm wine drunk and Fiorano makes me just that much more confident, like I'm ready for two rounds after just one glass"

And Geralt's sitting there like cool, cool, cool, excuse I gotta go jump in the freezing cold river real quick bc I cannot handle you talking about sucking cock when I know you're in love with me

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