#I bet they prefer working together than working with anyone else

[schmweed]

[soupbabe]

I was wondering if you could write about the slashers, any of your choosing, that have a gn s/o that has muscles and is strong please. :]

You don’t have to ofc!

-🐍

Slashers with a Strong and Buff S/o!

Featuring: Brahms Heelshire, Carrie White, Thomas Hewitt

Rubbing my hands together like a sicko thank you so much for the request <33

Brahms Heelshire

- I don't think he's ever had a caregiver that could actually size him up and challenge him physically

- Especially when he's out of the walls, he's always been able to intimidate to get what he wanted

- So if you're just as stubborn as he is, I bet it'd be an interesting time trying to get him to do what you want

- tbh he's totally into it way more than he lets on

- He gets extremely jealous and possessive anytime someone compliments your physique

- You could just lend some workout tips or diet recommendations to someone, and immediately you could hear the walls shake

- After the visitor takes their sign to leave, Brahms would immediately come out of the walls and get grabby with you

- He'd prefer to come from behind, only slightly moving his mask to place some kisses along your stronger back and shoulders

Carrie White

- I think you definitely intimidated her when you two first met

- It was hard not to notice how built you were, every time she was around you she hoped you weren't a bully

- She really started to fall hard when you stood up for her

- Even if you didn't get physical, Carrie's mind went wild with the idea of you fighting people off for her

- This never let up when you two started dating, there's just something about seeing a visible display of muscle and strength that she always admired

- You could intimidate anyone around you just by standing a bit too close and she loved it

- She has such a staring problem, it's so easy to tease her about it and fluster her

- In private, she can be so touchy. She was shy and backed off from any kind of physical touch, but the moment you asked if she wanted to touch your arms, she was like glue

Thomas Hewitt

- Oh yeah. You're definitely going to be pitching in on preparing the Hewitt's food

- Hoyt definitely kept you alive because the family needed some extra muscle

- Just having Tommy around isn't enough when everyone else is growing older, y'know?

- I think Tommy really likes having you around. He's always felt too big, too imposing to make any lasting (positive) impression on someone

- So having you as his partner makes him really happy. It's like loving someone like him made him appreciate himself a bit more

- Thomas tries to be respectful, but it's so hard to not stop what he's doing, just to watch you do yardwork

- Dressed in just a tank top and jeans is enough for his face to get hot under mask

- He's first in line to go out and give you a drink for your hard work, paired with an arm around your waist and a Tommy giving a kiss to your jawline

[gatorbites-imagines]

Dick grayson x male reader (preferably YJ verse)

Reader is Clark's bio son and their both hopelessly in love but reader is scared of dicks dating history and how close he's with all his exes and he doesn't want to get burned in the process

Dick Grayson x kryptonian male reader

Headcanons

Featuring some of my kryptonian headcanons.

You and Dick would be close even before the young justice team was made, since Bruce and Clark worked side by side so much as you were growing up. That results in you two knowing each other pretty well.

You would both be crushing on one another, but neither of you would confess or think the other feels the same way. Dick would the one to go off and date other people whilst you just stayed single and nursed what you thought was your one-sided crush.

Clark would have realized very early on how you were feeling for Dick, and he would tease you good naturedly about how you keep purring when your around him, saying its good he cant hear those frequencies or dick would have known immediately too.

You bring kryptonian makes you one of the team’s power houses, since you pack a major punch and other very strong powers. This results in you also looking out for a lot of the other team members just in case.

You’ve taken many hits for Dick over the years, since you on instinct keep a closer eye on him than everyone else. It’s not on purpose, you just do.

When Conner shows up, you don’t turn him away like others and treat him like a fellow kryptonian even if your dad is having some issues with being cloned. You don’t blame Conner for being created, and you just want to help out.

This leads to you and Conner getting close, and you teaching him about the weird quirks that come with being part Kryptonian. He almost exposes you when he asks why you purr so much around Dick, but you quickly shut him up.

Pretty much everyone can tell Dick is just as head over heels for you in return, it’s probably why some of his past relationships ended. I could imagine his partners realizing he was pining hard for you, which lead to a breakup for the most part.

Dick would think you don’t want a relationship in general since you’ve never been in a relationship with anyone, but everyone knows its because you pine after him too.

You two circling eachother like a pair of peacocks has been the cause of many tired conversations between your dads or your teammates. Bruce and Clark have known for years that you two like each other, but they also don’t want to push either of you to confess if you arent ready.

Your teammates have bets on how long its gonna take, Roy is the winner right now, since the bet was made years ago and he bet it would take you guys years, whilst the others said months or a year max.

You guys ���hang out” all the time, but its very much just dates without you guys admitting it is. Like going out to eat together, going to the movies, or you flying around with him in your arms just for fun.

You guys end up kissing when you’ve been hit with a pretty strong dose of kryptonite, and you were loopy and weak. You weren’t sure you would make it out, so you kiss him.

Of course, you survive, and try to ignore that anything actually happened since you still think he doesn’t like you in return, and you fear you might have ruined your friendship.

It doesn’t help that all his exes are so attractive and skilled that it makes you insecure. Dick isn’t doing well with you avoiding him, as you go as far as using your super hearing to avoid him.

It ends up being Wally or Conner who explains to Dick that you feel insecure and like you won’t be able to meet his standards, which Dick doesn’t understand because he thinks your so far out of his league.

He would want to talk to you, but again, you’re avoiding him. Dick ends up getting the help from teammates and probably even Clark as you can’t outfly your dad like you can some of the others.

Finally, you two get to talk it all through, tears or shed, both sad tears and happy tears. You both feel so stupid cuz you’ve liked each other for years, but neither of you realized or confessed.

It takes a while after you start dating for you not to feel insecure or like you can’t meet some invisible standard, but Dick being so insanely smitten as he is helps quite a lot.

Your teammates have definitely joked that Dick would kiss the very ground you walk on if you asked, not that you wouldn’t do the same though.

You two are so cute together its almost sickening honestly. Always near eachother, holding hands, cuddling, kissing. The amount of flirting you do over comms now that you are together is unbelievable.

You’re very happy, though the insecurity does pop up at times. Your families and friends are happy you two finally confessed too. And Roy won the bet and became a richer man.

[sunsetrendezvous]

Hi love can you please write some enid x fem reader headcanons

Enid Sinclair Relationship Headcanons

Summary: A brief overview of what a relationship with Enid would be like.

Note: I don’t know why my brain stopped working half way through this so I apologise if this seems lacklustre at best. I’ll probably redo this at a later date.

Congratulations, you’re now dating the personification of a human golden retriever.

I think it goes without saying that she’s very affectionate with you, more so than with anyone else.

Is almost always holding your hand, hugging you or pressing a kiss to somewhere on your face.

Whenever you let go of her hand, she’s eager to hold it again as soon as possible.

She absolutely adores cuddling with you at night. Definitely prefers being the small spoon but is happy with being big spoon too.

Enid seems like the type to hold you hostage in bed in the morning, using her werewolf strength to make sure you can’t escape from her cuddles.

Loves having dates at the carnival, going out shopping together, or doing any other type of fun activity.

You can bet that at least once per outing, she’ll be taking out her phone to take a picture of you to remember the moment, or a selfie of you both while you’re out.

Matching jewellery and clothes are a must. She likes having a little reminder of you on her at all times.

Enid is surprisingly well in tune with almost everyone’s emotions, more so if she knows them well. The second she notices something could be upsetting you, she’s there and offering you an empathetic ear and advice.

She gets even more affectionate after an interaction with her mother and seeks out your comfort and support immediately, please be sure to provide.

Overall, an incredibly wholesome with a lot of love and affection.

[alexandraisyes]

SolarNexus Ship HCs:

Nexus prefers being the little spoon.

Solar loves watching Nexus play Pokemon games (Cuz he looks so happy)

They love wearing each other's clothes.

Nexus attempts to wake up before Solar every morning to make him coffee.

They're obsessed with each other's hands!!

Solar doesn't like anyone else touching his rays but Nexus.

Nexus makes Solar play all mannequin/doll parts of games.

Solar does the cooking while wearing a really ugly apron with something cheesy written on it.

Nexus takes Solar for dates by just showing up to him and telling him to stop working because they're going on a date.

They get hidden matching tattoos together.

It took them a while to sleep in the same bed because they were both really awkward about it.

Nexus likes sitting on Solar's lap.

BONUS:

Jack considers them both as his "real" parents.

-Kuu

The clothes one cracks me up. Nexus's shirts are a little short on Solar and in return, Solar's are really baggy.

Love to think that Nexus loves to just run his fingerpads along the curves of Solar's claws. He knows Solar wears the gloves for a reason, but it's nice to just be able to hold part of him that he's insecure about and show him that he's not scared of him. That he's more than just an Eclipse, he's Nexus's Eclipse. He's Solar.

The date one jaskld;fja. "Yeah we're going out." "Since when?" "Since now. Go change."

Pls pls pls. I bet it's a reference to the apple jack and twilight sparkle stickers too. Solar's is on his thigh, a small multi-faceted star. Nexus's is on his wrist where he can hide it with his ribbons.

ALSO THE BONUS AWWW JACK

Ask Game - Send Me Ship Headcanons (TSBS)

[thatonegenshinsimp]

Sleepy Cuddles Part 3

Time for part three of this lovely headcanons series!

Part 1, Part 2

Masterlist

Characters: Cyno, Enjou, Itto, Gorou, Kazuha, Kaveh

Cyno

He likes to cuddle a lot tbh.

I feel like he’d be one of the ones that just kinda… latches onto you and won’t let go whatsoever.

Since he’s usually busy, cuddles are a luxury in his eyes, and when he gets them, he doesn’t want to let go.

I also feel like he’d be one of the ones that hates getting up, but has to because he’s got work.

His favorite position to cuddle in is facing you with his arms wrapped around you.

Don’t tell anyone, but it’s because it makes him feel safe.

He also likes it when you scratch his scalp if you have long nails.

Enjou

His body runs warmer than most when he’s in his abyss form, but he still absolutely adores cuddles.

Since he works for the abyss, he usually just takes you with him wherever he goes.

If he’s able to sit down for even five seconds, you best bet he’s already got you in his lap.

He’s the big spoon, I don’t make the rules.

Whenever he gets tired, he’ll just sit down beside you on the couch or wherever you are and just lay his head down on your lap, demanding your attention.

He also loves having you lay down on his chest, with him holding you.

He also likes holding your hands whenever the two of you cuddle, just as a sort of reminder that you’re there with him.

Itto

When you ask him for cuddles, be prepared for him to wrap you up in a bear hug and not let go for a while.

Another big spoon, he likes to hold you like that and it also prevents him from possibly hurting you with his horns.

It takes a bit of convincing on your part, but he eventually grows to love resting his head on your lap.

He sometimes drags you into his lap whenever he’s sitting down and you walk by.

He also loves head scratches, it’s one of his favorite things because you always scratch just the right spot and he swears he falls even more in love with you every time you scratch his scalp.

Occasionally, he’ll give you a massage if he sees that you had a really hard day, and honestly, he gives the best massages.

He likes having you close, and one of the best ways he shows it is when he cuddles with you.

Gorou

His tail wags a lot whenever he cuddles with you.

One of his favorite things to do is rest his head against your chest, and have his arms wrapped around your waist.

He won’t admit it to anyone other than you, but he loves it when you scratch his ears.

He’s pretty warm, so he’s a really good cuddle partner.

You’re the only one who gets to touch his tail though, no one else.

He usually cuddles with you whenever the two of you are alone.

Although he’s all serious and stuff whenever the two of you are in public, he’s practically glued to your side whenever the two of you are alone.

Kazuha

He likes laying his head on your lap.

If he can’t do that, then he’ll wrap his arms around you and rest his head against your chest.

He usually just goes with what you prefer, but if it were his choice, he’d probably hold you like that.

He’ll read you poems that he’s written while the two of you cuddle together.

Also loves it whenever you run your fingers through his hair and take it out of its ponytail.

If you’re traveling with the Crux, then his favorite place to cuddle is up in the crow’s nest.

He’ll also tell you about his travels as he holds you.

Kaveh

He’s a little spoon, I’m not changing my stance on this.

There’s only one scenario where I can see him being the big spoon, and that’s if you had a really bad day.

Whenever Alhaitham bothers him, he’ll seek you out and cuddle with you until he feels better.

He likes it when you play with his hair, it relaxes him if he’s had a stressful day.

Another position he likes cuddling with you in is having you lay on top of his chest.

There are few times when he genuinely overworks himself to exhaustion, but when he does, and you take care of him, he’ll want to stay with you forever.

His body runs relatively cold, so his hands are cold, but that’s all the more reason to hold yours, isn’t it?

[macabr3-barbi3]

Quackpot (RadioApple- Ducky Ball Gag)

OH MY GOD this has been such a wild ride! I'm so excited to have been a part of this and gotten to collaborate with such talented and amazing people- please go look at everything else we've done over the course of Kinktober on our beautiful Masterlist by the lovely @synamartia. Another living shoutout to the wives @fraugwinska (who has made me one more stunning banner) @hazelfoureyes @minkdelovely @su

With no further delay, for a Happy Halloween- the ducky ball gag fic!

Summary: Lucifer makes a bet with Alastor, who doesn't think to question the verbiage. Tags: questionable bets, rimming

“I don’t know why you insist on using those portals of yours,” Alastor tells him one night, sat at the bar for a drink. Husk had already retired for the evening, Angel Dust was nowhere to be seen, and Charlie and Vaggie were out for a date, the first in a while with the craziness that had been the Hotel for some time now. Alastor had assured the princess that he would look over the place, and it had been quiet enough that he found himself agreeing to Lucifer’s offer to join him for a drink. They didn’t often meet in public spaces alone together, just in case- they opted to keep their burgeoning relationship to the confines of their respective suites, having not decided that it was time yet to alert everyone to their changing feelings.

No one would have thought that something akin to romance had blossomed between them- least of all Lucifer. But they were here now, their evenings spent together between either set of their sheets whether the activities were carnal or not. Sometimes he just laid there with his head on Alastor’s chest and ran his fingers through the soft fur that coated the demon’s body, glad for the moments between them that were soft and quiet; not a king and a sinner, but two people appreciating one another’s company.

Other times, like now, Alastor insisted on pushing his buttons even when there was nothing to be gained from it. “What do you mean?” He asks, though he knows the conversation is bound to become one of Alastor trying to one-up him in some way. That, at least, had never changed as they grew closer.

Alastor waves a hand dismissively. “They’re so slow,” he says, his cheeks tinted with the effects of the alcohol and his speech absent of the staticky filter that he usually adorned. “Why, with powers such as yours one would think that you could simply teleport- travel via shadows, the likes. But you insist on the portals that take time to open before you can even step through.”

Lucifer rests his head in his hand and watches Alastor with a soft smile on his face. “I happen to like the portals,” he says, and Alastor waves him down again.

“Yes, but sometimes efficiency is more important than preference, yes?” He gives Lucifer a knowing smile. “I’d go so far as to wager on my shadows being able to get me to the bedroom before you!”

Lucifer pauses at the wording- Alastor knew better than anyone that phrasing is key when making any sort of deal, and a bet fell into those rules as well. “I’m game,” he says carefully, and Alastor’s ears perk up. “What are your terms?”

“Oh, I was merely poking fun,” he says, trailing a finger down Lucifer’s arm. “But if you’d really like to test it, I’ll indulge you, darling. You’re welcome to think of a prize for the ‘winner’ if you’d like.”

Lucifer grins, and with a flourish of his hands he presents something that he had been working on in secret- a rubber duck with thick black straps that came off the sides, meant to be affixed to one’s head to hold their mouth open. It had really been a joke item, created on a whim from a teasing inquiry from Angel Dust about whether a rubber duck could be a suitable ball gag in a pinch. Alastor had been busy with Overlord business, and Lucifer…

Well, Lucifer had a lot of free time on his hands when Alastor wasn’t available.

Alastor’s eyes narrow when Lucifer shows off the rounded end that went into one’s mouth. “First one to your bedroom wins,” he says, holding his other hand out to shake, “and the loser has to wear this for… oh, let’s say at least an hour.”

He can see the gears turn in Alastor’s head- not evening considering the possibility of his loss, most likely, and instead picturing Lucifer with the thing in his mouth, petulant and cross and unable to speak for an hour. He knew it was enticing, the idea of shutting him up with one of his own inventions.

The angel himself hadn’t initially had any plans on using it with his lover, but Alastor did love to run his mouth. And he knew the blush of humiliation that would grace his face the whole time would be stunning.

Lucifer resists the urge to cheer when Alastor takes his hand and shakes it with no questioning or edits of the words he had spoken. “Very well, my dear- I suppose I shall see you in a moment.” His grin is wicked, self assured as he fades into the murky shadows beneath him and vanishes.

Once he’s gone, Lucifer allows himself a single loud whoop! of excitement before he stands and steps-

Straight into Alastor’s bedroom, reality merely conforming around him to put him where he needs to be, which is just close enough to Alastor’s bed to take a seat. The surge of satisfaction he feels when Alastor slips under the door with the shadows- mere seconds after having been in the bar- is immeasurable, and only grows when he spots Lucifer lounging on the edge of his mattress.

“Impossible,” he says, and Lucifer definitely doesn’t chuckle at the look on his face at being bested. “You- where is the portal?” He demands as he stalks closer, and Lucifer runs his hands calmingly down the sinner’s arms.

“I didn’t use the portal- that wasn’t part of the deal.” He grins when Alastor’s jaw drops, realizing he’d been had. “I prefer the portals, but I have faster ways to travel- they mess up my hair,” he adds with a wink, using a hand to slick back a stray hair that had escaped his neat quaff.

“You cheated,” Alastor huffs, but Lucifer can tell by the blush that graces his cheeks that he knows the bet is done- and Alastor had lost. “Clearly the implication was that you would use the portals.” 

“You of all people know how important the wording of a deal is- that you didn’t think to correct it is on you.” He takes Alastor’s hand in his, tracing his fingers over the palm before releasing him and presenting the ducky gag, straps held aloft for Alastor to see. “Let’s get that timer started, shall we?”

To his credit, Alastor offers no resistance. He sits on the bed and opens his mouth wide, allowing Lucifer to insert the rounded end to his mouth and affix the straps around his head, carding his blackened fingers through the soft red strands as he does so. He makes sure it’s tight, and magics a timer to hover beside them- when Alastor tries to scoff out a noise, the duck wheezes out a loud squeak!

The effect is immediate: Alastor’s face goes as red as his hair, eyebrows creased in delightful embarrassment that Lucifer decides right away that he wants to keep right where it was. He had forgotten about the noises it made, but now he had the potential to make this particular win so much more entertaining. A jackpot for both of them.

“How embarrassing! You’d think a fawn would bleat but this is even better- the big, bad Radio Demon; all squeaky and cute,” he says delightedly, and Alastor’s glare is red hot and burning. He turns to straddle Alastor’s thighs, arms resting casually atop his shoulders and letting a cocky smirk take over his features. “I wonder what else I could do to get this guy to make a little noise,” he says coyly, tapping lightly at the beak of the duck.

Alastor rolls his eyes, and Lucifer takes it as a challenge; he tangles his fingers into Alastor’s hair and grinds his hips down in the same motion, resulting in a lovely quack from the duck when Alastor bites down in an attempt to stifle the sound. He also feels the beginning of Alastor’s sizable erection growing beneath him, hot and hard already from the minor stimulation Lucifer had provided. Alastor’s eyes narrow at Lucifer’s actions, his antlers thickening atop his head at the challenge that’s being presented.

Lucifer coaxes him to lay on his back, pressing soft kisses to his skin as the king slowly unbuttons his shirt, letting his long and agile tongue squirm along the line of the scar Adam had left on his dear. He was rewarded every now and then with a poorly repressed squeak from the duck, and Alastor’s blush spread down his neck and chest with every one. Lucifer dismounted the Sinner’s lap to remove his trousers, curling a hand over his swollen cock and giving him a couple firm strokes.

SQUEEEEEEEEEAK

The noise the duck makes rises in pitch at the end, and Alastor’s hands fly up from being twisted in the sheets to cover his face, the duck peeking out underneath like it was mocking him. His ears were flat against his head, limbs trembling when Lucifer leaned down and licked a stripe along the turgid flesh in his hands.

“Come on, Bambi,” Lucifer coos, and Alastor parts his fingers enough to shoot him a glare- one that held such frustrated humiliation and a promise of revenge that he felt his own cock harden, still trapped in his slacks. He runs his fingers in broad, curious strokes over Alastor’s lightly furred thighs, muscular and thick.“What do you say we make another bet, huh? You last until the timer goes off and you can pick the prize- anything you want.” He sees Alastor’s crimson gaze dart to the hovering timer, which Lucifer turns so he can see the remaining forty-some odd minutes counting down. An eyebrow quirks alongside an inquisitive quack from the duck, and Lucifer smiles fondly at the question he knows Alastor is asking. “If I win? We get to use this again.” He reaches up and delicately traces the straps of the gag with his fingers, feeling the heat of Alastor’s face under his touch- his cock twitches pressed into the fabric of Lucifer’s pants. “Deal?”

Alastor rolls his eyes but nods, taking his hands from his face to reach for the buttons of the King’s shirt; his eyebrows crease when Lucifer leans away, trailing his fingers back down Alastor’s body, digging into the flesh of his thighs before slipping underneath them and pushing.

The Overlord sits up on his elbows, a series of noises escaping the duck as he does. “This okay?” Lucifer asks sweetly, one arm braced on the backs of Alastor’s thighs to expose his ass, his cute tail whipping back and forth across the covers, and the force of his groan is so strong that Lucifer can feel it vibrate down his whole body. He doesn’t protest or try to move away though, waving his hand in a ‘get on with it’ motion, and Lucifer tries not to let his excitement be too obvious as he leans in and swipes his tongue across the clenched muscle laid bare before him.

They didn’t do this often, even though they both enjoyed it immensely. Alastor would get too into his head about the way he sounded, often muffling himself into a pillow or biting his arm to suppress it, despite Lucifer telling him in no uncertain terms that he thought the noises Alastor made were the sexiest things he had heard in his existence. 

It seemed with the ducky gag in place, he had no such reservations. As Lucifer worked the dark bud until he could push his tongue inside, all he could hear from the deer was a series of soft squeaks, drawn out squeals of the rubber noise maker inside the gag, the occasional loud QUACK when he bit down hard as Lucifer brought a hand up to stroke his cock in an attempt to secure his victory.

He knows all the tells of Alastor’s body, and he brings him right to the brink twice fucking him on his tongue, easing off the first time and chuckling into the plush skin of Alastor’s cheeks when his hands are forcibly removed the second time before he can reach the edge. He eats Alastor out with vigor, thrusting his tongue hard into the hole that has softened for him, pliant and eagerly clenching around him. Alastor’s fingers are tangled messily into his hair, pulling at the golden strands as he fights back the rush of pleasure. Lucifer ruts his own cock into the bed, erection straining and leaking against his pants. He has no idea how much time has passed as he moans into Alastor, who squeaks through the duck in return.

He can feel the tremble in Alastor’s thighs as he approaches his release when the timer rings above him, the clinking of metal loud in the room as the ducky gag magically unfastens, a noise from the duck trailing off into one of Alastor’s rough, gravelly groans. He twists his fingers hard in Lucifer’s hair, dragging him away from his ass and back onto the bed.

“It would seem the victory is mine this time,” he says, his voice wrecked from the noises he had been making behind the gag. He presses his hips insistently into Lucifer’s, who snaps his fingers to remove his clothing and prepare himself in one magical motion. He feels the hot head of Alastor’s cock against him, teeth nipping dangerously at his ear. “And naturally, dearest, I intend to collect my prize immediately.” 

[knapptapp]

Without Me You'd Just Disappear

Yan!Ghost x Reader

Word Count: 1,970

Part 2 of Your Nothing Without Me

Part one Here!

Sometimes he comes in and sits on the corner of the bed. He really doesn't do anything but stare at you. A silent stare with cold dead eyes. Much to your surprise he never makes any move to touch you or close the distance you have created by flattening yourself against the headboard.

You don't dare allow yourself to look away, afraid when you look back he’ll be closer.

When he’s not there you allow yourself to look around the room. It's rather small, not much to look out for. There's one clock on the wall across from you but it's permanently stuck at 2:30. But you swear, out of your peripheral view you can see the hands click by.

And when you close your eyes and try to get some much-needed sleep you can hear it.

Tick Tock TIck Tock Tick Tock

You know time is passing. Because that's how reality works. You can count the seconds passing but only for a short while before the numbers meld together and you can't remember what comes after what.

You think you are going insane.

Every time you look back at the clock it's still stuck. Maybe time isn't passing. You must have slipped and hit your head on your way home. Bled out on the sidewalk before anyone could find you.

And now you are in hell. Or maybe purgatory. God was punishing you for your sins. He must be. What sins, you do not know. You try to rack your brain. Running through every decision you've ever made. But you keep coming up blank. Were your sins so bad your mortal mind can't even comprehend them?

At least it keeps your mind off of numbers.

You start to prefer the days where he sits on the end of your the bed. At least then fear takes over your mind and all you can think about is your heart ramming in your chest.

He didn't have a face under his mask. It was easier to think of it like that. Imagine him as anything but human The fear of the unknown and the imaginary monster your mind created was less tortuous than the knowledge that he was a real person

You know he’s trying to scare you because why else would he be wearing that horrifying mask? A skull. When you first saw it you thought it was made from a real skull, and that your own bones would soon join the college of horror. Now, you feel stupid. The more you start at it the more it becomes slightly less grotesque. There were no cracks or lines where pieces of bones would have been glued together. The material looks rough and dry.

If you ran your fingers over it you bet it would have the texture of chalk, leaving white dusty residue over the pads of your fingers. The only thing human about him, the one piece your mind can't twist, are his eyes. They are entirely human.

“Are you hungry?”

His voice catches you so off guard you think the clock has started talking to you. It seems like the more logical option. It takes a few seconds for your mind to process his words.

Are you hungry

You narrow your eyes at him. You keep your mouth shut, lips clamped tightly together. You are hungry. And your body is ever so self-centered, protesting loudly against your silence. One of his eyes widened with what must be the raise of an eyebrow. He stares at you unblinking, waiting for you to call your own bluff.

“It's been three days and you must be hungry.”

Three.Three.Three.

Three days of full purgatory and at the same time. Only three.

“Thirsty too I bet,” He says. Your mouth is a savanna desert but you don't say that. How long can humans go without water again? Five days? Four days?

“Just say the words and I'll bring you some food and water.”

Three days. Humans can survive without water for three days.

“Please.” You don't ever realize your speaking until the words echo back to you. Cracked and wheezy.

He stands up and leaves and you have a dreadful feeling he isn't coming back.

You close your eyes for only a moment and open them to the sound of clinking metal.. And a searing pain encompasses your wrist. Automatically you yank it towards you realizing too late it's your handcuffed hand. But the pain of metal cutting into skin never comes.

Instead, your hand hits your chest. You shoot up as soon as you realize you're free, cradle your burning wrist in your other hand. The skin is red and blisters, some of the skin has been cut through or rubbed off from your constant pulling.

“Don't think about trying anything. We both know you won't win.” He’s standing right next to you, handcuffs in hand. And he’s right. He's huge at 6'4 and 200-something lbs. Compared to him you're tiny.

The skull mask has been replaced with a plain black balaclava. It's the first time you've seen him without his skull mask and it just further breaks down the small amount of comfort you've created.

“I’ll treat your wrist after you eat.” He gestures to the bedside table beside him. On it is a tray with two plates of food and a glass of water alongside an old army med kit.

He walks over to the farthest wall where his chair had been placed and pulls it back to the bedside table. He places it down, mere inches away from the bed. The old chair creaks as he sits down.

Of course, he was staying. You half expected him to leave. But that's stupid. You are uncuffed with full access to the room and the door. You are being held against your will after all.

As silently as you can you scoot a few inches away. He stares at you, fingers twitching by his side with the urge to yank you back to him. But he doesn't, instead, he reaches over, picks a plate off the tray, and hands it to you.

The smell of food hits you and you rush forward to take it. It’s just some rice and vegetables but your mouth waters at it. Stomach loudly protesting once again.

He reached out to hand you something else. A fork the plastic kind. Doesn't want to risk you trying to stab him with a metal one. In all honesty, you hadn't even thought about it. Stabbing him or a fork. You would eat with your hands. Would probably get the food into you quicker.

Still, you take the fork, not sparing him a glance before you start eating.

You hear the clinking of plates and look up. Instead of the black mask you're expecting to see you are met with pale skin. He has his mask pushed up over his nose.

You could see his features. His nose, lips, and chin The expansion of freckles along the tiny bit of his cheeks you can see. For once he’s not staring at you, but instead at the plate he has balanced in one hand.

It's the same thing you have. With his other hand, he stabs a piece of broccoli with his metal fork and brings it to his lips. He’s eating with you. Like this is a normal fucking situation. Like you too are a couple eating dinner together and not a kidnapper and kidnapper.

You shovel as much food as you can into your mouth. Some weird part of you is glad he's no longer staring at you and seeing you eat like a rabid animal. Got to keep some of your dignity, right?

As much as your body demands and needs food, It is not happy receiving it. The first few bites make your stomach burn and when you swallow it sends you gagging which in turn, gives you a headache.

It doesn't really taste like anything and it's hard to eat with your constantly dry mouth but you keep going. You need food. You're just about to stab a piece of broccoli when a gloved hand takes hold of the plate and pulls it away from you.

You quickly swallow the food in your mouth and choke down a gag threatening to force it all back up again. You're too tired to try and get the plate back so you let him take it, hands falling to your lap, still clutching your plastic fork.

He places it back on the try, where he has already placed his own. It's close enough you could grab it back if you really wanted to But all you want to do right now is sleep. And water You desperately want water Your vision is starting to get blurry around the edges. You close your eyes to try and blink away the blurriness but your eyelids seem too heavy to lift again. There's a vague warmness on your shoulder and then a slight shaking sensation. It's the first time he's ever really touched you and frankly, you can't find it in you to care

Through the haze you can feel yourself being pulled forward, head tilted back with what feels like a hand supporting your skull. Something pulls your lips apart leaving briefly only to be replaced by something else within seconds. Something cold slowly pours down your throat.

A stream from god it must be. It immediately soothes your sore throat and gives your mouth some much-needed wetness. Liquid gold it must be. Something so precious and reviving. It trickles down until it's gone.

He moves you so you are laying back down, the warmth of a blanket covering you. There's the clinking of plates and then the sound of a door opening and closing.

You wake up periodically, always groggy and confused, only to fall back asleep almost immediately. He’s always there when you wake up. Sometimes on his chair, at the edge of the bed, standing ominously in the corner.

When you finally fully wake up, he’s staring down at you. Wide brown eyes unblinking. It startles you awake, and your brain is finally at full working capacity. You completely freeze, unsure of what to do. He squints down at you.

“Are you awake?”

Obviously.

You nod, ever so slightly, and he moves from your field of vision. You can hear shuffling next to you, but you don't turn to look. Instead, you choose to focus completely on the ceiling above you.

He’s pulling your arm, hand gripping just below the dried blood on your wrist. It's almost gentle. Almost.

Time ticks by. Or at least you think. You can't see the clock from your position. You wonder what it says.

There's some wetness on your wrist and it stings. Automatically your arm twitches. You turn to look at him.

He has some sort of wet wipe in his hand and is slowly working the dried blood away in a surprisingly soft manner. The med kit is open next to him, bandages, gauze, and other medical supplies spilling out.

You can tell your crying, just barely through your haze. Your cheeks are starting to get wet

Once he works the blood off he wraps your wrist with gauze and presses the lower half of his face against your inner wrist. You think he’s kissing you but you can't really tell with the mask.

He pulls it up and presses a proper little kiss to the bandaging before rising again to look up at you.

He leans in. You brace yourself for what's about to come, squeezing your eyes shut as tight as you can. His tongue makes contact with the bottom of your jaw. He licks a long strip up your cheek, licking up your tears.

[mysterious-ocarina]

amazing work! consider this… gn reader is chuuyas coworker who’s emotionless and keeps their distance from him and their colleagues… chuuya starts to like them but doesn’t know how to bridge the gap…. and on a mission with chuuya, (there was only one bed!!) an asphrodiac gets put in their drink… so they come to him begging him to help them because they don’t know what to do… and fluff and smut ensues!!

Because You Want Me To (NSFW)

Chuuya Nakahara x fem!reader

A/N Im so sorry, i really meant to keep it gn but then i just got caught up with the feminism idea cuz i mean come on, theres no way chuuya isnt a woman respecter. I also was not sure how to write gn smut. If you dont like it, i can totally write it again but definitely gn and less feminism involved. Pls lmk also pls tell me what termonology to use for. . . certain body parts cuz lately everything just sounds wrong

please give me recommendations for books to use as abilities or just abilities in general for bsd content

Main Masterlist BSD Masterlist Requests AO3

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Sitting hunched over your desk filling out paperwork was getting real old, really quick. You sighed as you leaned back in your chair. Some may call you a workaholic but you were simply strong-willed and determined. Growing up the way you did, you learned to be very independent and how to make your own spot in the world. You joined the Port Mafia at the age of sixteen and have worked the hardest you could to be the strongest.

Your ability did not give you a fighting advantage but you did have a clairvoyant advantage. You were able to speak to animals and your pet raven was your second pair of eyes and ears. It was a normal occurrence for people to see you walking around the halls with Ace clinging to your shoulders. More often than not, he was your partner on missions considering you preferred to work alone.

Becoming an Executive to the Port Mafia was hard work but there wasn’t anything that you would allow to stand in your way. You were very feared and very respected, which is exactly how you like it. You only conversed with your coworkers when it was needed. You were here to do your job, not make pointless relations with coworkers. It was pretty easy for you to avoid interactions with most people in the Port Mafia. The only exceptions were the boss and the other executives, one in particular.

Chuuya Nakahara was. . . different. You weren’t really sure what it was (you do but you’re in denial) but there is something about him that makes him more bearable than anyone else in the mafia that you’ve met. Whenever you were paired together for missions, which was pretty often, he always pulled his weight. There were times when you were paired with people who just wouldn’t do the job they were assigned to do because of egos or whatever. It bothered you to no end when you had to pick up their slack. Chuuya was a great mafioso and incredibly strong which was something you greatly respected.

You still did your best to avoid him, outside of missions. There was no reason why someone, let alone a man, should distract you from your job.

Ace squawked next to you, breaking you from your thoughts. Is something the matter?

You chuckled, thinking about how your best friend was a raven and that he knew you well enough. You brushed him off, “Nothing’s the matter.”

Ace left the perch by the window and landed on your armrest. He nipped your arm with his beak before squawking again. I bet I know exactly what you're thinking about.

Stupid bird, you thought as you glared at him. “Shut your beak.”

Ace climbed to your shoulder as a knock was heard on your office door. You muttered "come in" before Chuuya made an appearance. He walked in, fashionable as ever, and closed the door behind him. He looked a bit fidgety and you had to stop yourself from asking him if he was okay. It was none of your concern.

“I’ve got good and bad news,” Chuuya said as a greeting, straight to the point, something that gave him a point in your head, not that you were keeping track of stuff he did that you liked.

You raised your eyebrow at him, motioning for him to continue. He sat down and placed his hat in his lap. Pulling a small bag from his jacket pocket, he dumped an assortment of nuts in a bowl on your desk for Ace. You tried really hard to stop a smile from covering your face but your lips slightly curled up. A point for him.

Ace hopped from your shoulder, squawking. I like him.

Your smile faded at his smug tone, snapping, “Well, no one asked for your opinion.”

Chuuya gazed at the both of you, “Does he not like them?”

“That’s not it. You had news?” you questioned, changing the subject.

Immediately Chuuya got serious and professional. Another point. “Yes. The good news is that we have a mission together. Just simple intel gathering.”

You were glad it was only intel and not a fight because you weren’t in the mood to fight anyone. That doesn’t mean it would go smoothly. If you weren’t careful, intel gathering could turn nasty incredibly quick. You stared back at Chuuya, “What’s the bad news?”

Chuuya looked at you, apologetically, “We’ll need to stay overnight and I know you hate overnight missions. The event we are going to is hours away and by the time it’s over, it will be too late at night to get back. Mori already booked us a hotel room.”

You sighed and ignored the fact that he knew you wouldn’t be happy. Rubbing your temples, you asked, “When are we leaving? I’ll read the files in the car.”

That’s how you found yourself, riding passenger in one of the mafia’s cars. The back window was open for Ace to come and go as he pleased, something Chuuya did before you had to even ask. Another point. You spent the entire drive reading over the files for subjects and information you were supposed to be looking for tonight. You could tell that Chuuya wanted to talk to you as a way to pass the time but you kept your head in the files, refusing to let him distract you.

You joined the mafia around the same time as him but you never interacted with him, or anyone for that matter. It wasn’t until you were both executives when you would be paired for missions and forced to get to know each other. You didn’t hate getting to know him but you kept the talk about yourself to a minimum.

When you first became an executive, there were rumors going around that you had slept with the boss to make it to where you were. You know, the typical rumors that follow a powerful woman. The rumors didn’t outwardly bother you, “let dickbags believe whatever they want” you would always say if someone asked you about it. But when you found out that the only people who didn’t believe the rumors were Kouyou and Chuuya, you felt a sense of security in your position. Kouyou understood the difficulty of being a woman in power and Chuuya. . . well you weren’t too sure why he didn’t believe the rumors.

“What?” he muttered. You must have been staring at him for too long because he was looking at you with a red face, embarrassed maybe.

“When I first became an executive, why didn’t you believe the rumors that I slept my way there,” you asked, blunt and intrigued.

He seemed very surprised by your question, stammerings, “I-I don’t know. Why would. . .”

He paused for a bit, seeming unsure what to say. You just stared at him, an impassive expression on your face.

He sighed, keeping his focus on the road instead of you, “Do you really think I’m that immature to believe rumors like that?”

You sensed a little insecurity in his voice but ignored it. You replied, “It’s not like I gave you any reason to believe I wouldn’t. You didn’t know me.”

“You didn’t give me a reason to believe that you would either.”

You paused, unsure of how to respond. Being a woman in a male dominant field was difficult and it seemed that Chuuya understood how baseless those kinds of rumors could be. Another point.

Facing the window, you spoke up, “I didn’t. Just so you know.”

“I know,” he replied without hesitation.

You didn’t fight the smile that formed on your face this time. You just hoped Chuuya couldn’t see it because you were facing the other way.

He did and he will cherish the image forever.

By the time you got to the hotel, you were significantly less unhappy about the assignment you had been given, not that you outwardly showed it. Something about your conversation with Chuuya in the car sparked something within you. Your denial of how much you cared for the red head next to you was melting away. Usually this would bother you but you had a feeling that Chuuya or the feelings you hold for him will not get in your way of your job, which brought you great comfort and security. It looked like Chuuya respected you and your work ethic.

Chuuya grabbed your guy’s bags as you made your way into the hotel and to the front desk to check in.

Politely, you greeted, “Hello, there should be a room reserved for me.”

The pretty receptionist gave you a kind smile and when Chuuya came up beside you, she gave him a sweeter one. She kept staring at Chuuya, making him blush, “What name will it be under?”

Haughtily, you replied, “Ougai Mori. It’s for my partner and I.”

Calling Chuuya your partner wasn’t wrong, he was your partner for this mission. But you knew that the receptionist would take it the wrong way, which brought you a little bit of satisfaction.

She looked at you with a forced smile. She handed you your key cards before dismissing you, “Room 115, it’s at the end of the hall on the left.”

You gave her a smug smile, “Thank you.”

You walked through the hall in search of your room, Chuuya trailing behind you. He walked beside you, giving you a look, “What was that?”

You kept walking, face empty, “What was what?”

“Back there, with the receptionist. You guys were being passive aggressive with each other. Is there some kind of woman thing I'm not understanding?” Chuuya asked, confused.

You briefly glanced at him and shrugged, only replying, “Sure.”

He sighed next to you but decided against asking about it anymore, knowing you wouldn’t answer him how he wanted.

Unlocking the room door, the both of you made your way into.

“Shit,” you explained. The room that the two of you would be staying in tonight only had a single bed.

Chuuya sighed next to you and asked, “Want me to go to the front desk?”

Not wanting him to interact with the receptionist, you shook your head, “No, we can figure it out later. I’m going to shower and get ready for the event.”

Chuuya placed both your bags on the bed and rifled through his, “I’ll get the garment bags from the car with our outfits in them.”

You were already in the bathroom in the shower when you heard Chuuya come back into the room. You also heard a little kawing so you assumed he let Ace into the room. A point.

You spent a lot of time in the bathroom after you finished your shower. In the shower, images of Chuuya were flooding your mind. You had to keep reminding yourself that he was just in the other room and you shouldn’t do anything unprofessional. Even if your cunt prickled with neediness.

Eventually realizing that Chuuya will want to shower too, you calmed your body down and left the bathroom. You had dried your hair and done all of your makeup but didn’t have the dress you were wearing. Covered in only a towel, you walked over to the garment bag on the bed.

While looking at his phone, Chuuya said to you, “That bag is yours. I talked to Mori and it looks like it was an error in the hotel system. He advised that we just keep the room as is.”

Chuuya ran  a hand through his hair, annoyed, and looked up at you. He blushed when he noticed that you were only in a towel and averted his gaze. He muttered, “I can sleep on the floor.”

You glared at the back of his head, “I won’t make you sleep on the dirty floor. We can figure out the sleeping arrangements when we get back. Now go get dressed, I do not want to attract unwanted attention for being late.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Chuuya replied with a smirk. You sighed in faux annoyance with a blush on your face as he silently made his way to the bathroom with his garment bag.

You slipped into the dress. It was tight fitting but not uncomfortable with a slit up your thigh. It was also an alluring shade of red which made you immediately think of Chuuya. For a second, you were curious how he would react seeing you in this dress but you shook the thoughts from your head.

You sat at the desk and mirror set up in the room to do your hair and makeup for the night, taking note that Chuuya seemed to be taking an awfully long time in the shower. You put your brush down and went to the bathroom door to ask if Chuuya was okay. But right before you were going to ask, you heard a sound that had you shutting up and blushing. It sounded like Chuuya was groaning and saying your name.

You backed up until the back of your legs hit the bed and sat down. Was Chuuya. . . masturbating in the shower? Thinking about you, no less? You were thankful that Ace wasn’t in the room to squawk and add to your embarrassment.

You were extremely flustered but flattered that Chuuya thought of you that way. It offered you comfort to know that you weren’t alone in thinking unprofessionally of your partner. Maybe after the mission was over, you would have the chance to talk to Chuuya about the possibility of expanding your relationship. But for now, you need to get your head out of the gutter and focus on your job.

When Chuuya finally came out of the bathroom, he was looking especially handsome in his suit. He stopped in his tracks as he looked at you. When he saw your crossed legs and the slit of the dress exposing your thigh, he thought he might faint. Red in the face he coughed, “You look beautiful.”

You thought it was really endearing that he wouldn’t look you in the eye. “Thank you. You clean up pretty nicely as well.”

You did your best to not stare at him but you could feel the tension between you guys building. You grabbed the necklace you were going to wear and placed it into Chuuya’s hand. “Could you put this on for me?”

You turned around, not waiting for an answer. Chuuya, ever so slowly, wrapped the small chain around your neck and clasped it. He pulled your hair out from under it and set it back in place cascading down your back. His hand lightly grazed your neck and you failed to contain the shivers that went through your body.

You quickly turned back around and ignored the butterflies in your stomach. You stared at Chuuya’s face, finding adoration covering it.

“Let’s go, handsome,” you announced, now nervous of your distracting partner.

“Yes ma’am,” Chuuya repeated, a smile painted on his face. You turned and walked out the door not bothering to hide the small smile that appeared on your face.

-

This had to be the hardest mission you’ve ever been on. Now it wasn’t really intellectually hard, intel gathering was as simple as knowing how to charm others into talking about whatever you wanted. But at some point you couldn’t focus on any conversations you were a part of, Chuuya having to pick up your slack, something that would have bothered you to no end if you didn’t feel the way you did right now.

With his arm around your waist, Chuuya pulled you to one of the tables and chairs scattered about the event. He sat you down and grabbed the champagne glass from your hands, “I wouldn’t pin you as a lightweight.”

Your face was flush and your entire body felt like it was on fire, “I’m not drunk, Chuuya. Something is wrong.”

Chuuya stared at you worriedly but you couldn’t stand to look at him. You could barely stand to have his arm around you and standing so close to you. Anywhere his skin touched yours sent shivers down your spine and the smell of him was driving you crazy. Vanilla and Sandalwood. You clenched your thighs, hoping to relieve the tension that was forming in your bottom half.

“Shit,” you exclaimed when you figured out what happened. Your breathing was extremely labored as you explained, “I-I need you to take me to the hotel. . . and lock me in the room for the night. Some. . . one must have drugged me, I’ll explain more later. Did you get all the information we needed?”

“Yes, we should have everything we need. What’s going on?” Chuuya asked, voice a bit tense.

He put his arm around your waist to help you up and it took everything in you to not moan at the feeling of his touch. You couldn’t muster up the strength to speak as he brought you outside and to the car. He started driving back to the hotel, looking at you every few seconds to see if you were alright. The way he was worried about you was making your head spin with adoration and your thighs clench with lust.

Panting, you replied, “I think someone knew we were there and drugged me as a distraction. I think I’ve been given an aphrodisiac.”

Chuuya stared at your panting and sweaty body, beyond confused, “What kind of drug is that? You better not be dying on me?”

At the hotel, Chuuya brought you back to the room and laid you on the bed. He seemed antsy and a bit annoyed that you weren’t answering him.

You put him out of his misery by explaining, “An aphrodisiac is a drug that. . . in simple terms makes the victim like an animal in heat.”

You writhed in the bed, sweat dripping off of you. You so badly wished that Chuuya would just shut up and take care of your neediest spots but it looks like you won’t get what you want just yet.

Staring at you, a blushing mess, Chuuya questioned, “How do you know that’s what you’ve been given?”

You groaned, annoyed with having to deal with this. Inappropriate thoughts of your partner were flooding your mind and making it almost impossible for you to pay attention to his line of questioning. “Because. . . Chuuya. I can’t get the thought of you and that pretty face of yours out of my head. All I want to do right now is push you down on this bed and ride you until I pass out.”

You basically moaned at the flustered look Chuuya was giving you. After a few labored breaths you spoke up again, “Now. I heard you in the shower so I know you want me.”

Unable to bear it any longer, you stripped off your dress. Now fully naked in front of Chuuya. He coughed again but looked away, “I would only want to have sex with you if it was because you wanted me to and not some drug making you. That’s not fair to you.”

Chuuya turned around and just before he was about to walk away, you grabbed the sleeve of his suit jacket, “Trust me. This is not how I would have wanted this to go but-” you paused, finding the words stuck in your mouth. You moaned again when Chuuya’s fingers slipped into yours, unable to contain yourself, “I really do want you Chuuya. And I know you have enough respect for me to not ruin our relationship or my relationship with my work.”

Chuuya stared at you, flustered and undeniably hard but unsure of what to do. You took the final step by pulling his arm, forcing him to fall on top of you. You grabbed the back of his head to pull him closer to you. He didn’t resist as you slotted your lips into his.

It was a ferocious kiss that was filled with lust, passion, and neediness. You ran your hands through Chuuya’s hair and down his front making him groan into your mouth. You tried to pull the belt from his pants but your hands were too shaky. You whined when he pulled your hands away from him and brought them to rest above you. He used one hand to hold yours in place and the other to undo his pants.

Chuuya chuckled, “If you need me that bad, how come you can’t even get my pants off of me?”

“Stop teasing, please Chuuya,” you begged, moaning when he brought his mouth back down to yours.

Chuuya got off of you and stood in front of you and the bed. He sighed, content, “I’ve been waiting for this forever. I don’t know if it’s obliviousness or stubbornness that kept you away from me.”

You couldn’t help but stare at the man in front of you as he stripped, breathlessly you replied, “A bit of both. . . But no more.”

Chuuya gave you a dazzling smile, climbing back on top of you. He laid kisses down your stomach as he spoke, “No more.”

You whined as he laid kiss after kiss on your body, wanting more. He finally took his hands and soothingly rubbed your thighs, “Do you want me to touch you?”

“Yes, Chuuya. Please just do what you want to me. I’ll take anything,” you begged, desperate to be touched by him.

Instead of teasing you further like you thought he would, Chuuya gets to work pleasuring you. Moving his hands from your thighs, Chuuya brings them to your dripping cunt. Slowly but surely, he presses two fingers into you while rubbing his thumb on your clit.

You writhed on the bed, holding back your moans. Chuuya wouldn’t have that.

“Now, now, princess. I’d like to hear who’s making you feel so good,” Chuuya chided, fingering you faster and harder.

“Chuuya, I’m going to-” you moaned, overwhelmed with pleasure.

He brought his mouth up to your breasts, licking and biting as he went, “It’s okay. You can come.”

His mouth on your body and his permission was the last thing holding you back. You came with a loud scream, convulsing around his fingers.

When you had calmed down and Chuuya pulled his fingers out of you, you grabbed the back of his head to bring his lips to yours. You made out for what felt like ages before Chuuya  chose to break the kiss to speak, “How do you feel now, princess?”

“I feel like, I need you to fuck me. Please, Chuuya,” you begged, pulling his body as close to you as you could. His erection was pressed into your thighs, making you whine in want.

Chuuya groaned and marked around your neck. He whispered, “As you wish.”

Before long, Chuuya was hovering over you and rubbing his cock through your folds. The both of you moaned at the contact before he slipped into you with ease.

He kept still, letting you adjust, until you wiggled your hips to encourage him to move. Any self control he had up to this point all but vanished. Chuuya pounded into you ferociously, coaxing you into a moaning and whining mess.

You were too distracted with pleasure to do anything but moan Chuuya’s name. One hand on your waist to keep you where he wanted, he used his other hand to bring your hands back up over your head.

He brought his lips down to yours to give you a lustful kiss. You struggled to keep up with his pace, too busy moaning, but he didn’t care. With how feral he was being right now, you would have thought that he was the one who was drugged.

Eventually his hips started to stutter, notifying you of both his and your approaching orgasm. Chuuya brought his hand down to your clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts. You blacked out as you came, screaming and overloaded with pleasure. When you finally came to, Chuuya was slowing down his thrusts, still prolonging the pleasure.

When he finally stopped moving and pulled out of you, you could feel his juices seeping out of you. You laid on the bed, too dazed to move, and watched as Chuuya grabbed a wet cloth from the bathroom and cleaned you up.

“I think that was a successful mission. We got what we needed and we finally slept together,” Chuuya joked. You cracked a small smile and chuckled at him. How could you ever think that being with Chuuya wouldn’t go well?

[reborrowing]

that alien thing I was thinking about. I don't usually do epistolary writing, but this gets the point across without spilling all the alien details so I can come back tell the rest from a more normal human POV if I want to come back to it.

~550 words

cw: dehumanization, alien abduction, corporate fuckery

Trash > Observational Lab NS02 Notes!

Timestamped 683800:1101

Looks like the lab will be seeing some use sooner than we thought. Pamza had their crew charting an unoccupied system near the Eysina jump and found an active biosphere in the middle of it. A probe didn’t detect any sort of faelar or other artificial networks or anything that would suggest any kind of civilization, so they’re sending the field team to touch down and see about getting us some wildlife samples.

In the meantime, I get to recalibrate allllll our containment tanks because somehow no one anticipated the exact conditions required to house some random xeno-bugs.

Timestamped 683810:1352

So the new alien things are fuzzy and actually kind of cute! I figured the field guys would just find a couple of 'pod things, those awkward things that evolve early in a planet’s life cycle.

But I overheard someone saying the sponsor’s pleased, some of these things might even be marketable? Not my concern I guess, but the labs are full and I am busy!

Timestamped 683809:1112

Some of these species should not have been housed together. Zoc is pissed at the field guys. Me too, after spending all afternoon cleaning out that tank. These things are um, tightly packed under all that fur.

I watched Zoc do an exploratory xenonecropsy which was…not something I was expecting to get out of this apprenticeship. I don’t know how I feel about it. It’s good experience, probably? But I think I prefer to work with living things.

Timestamped 683811:1089

Some of these things are smart for their size! I guess they’re probably not small relatively and life on their planet found some way to cope with the size limitations, but it’s still weird to see. They're pretty social too. I think some of them have started recognizing different lab members. 

There’s this one that I think even likes me. It’s kind of a stabby little thing, hand-sized, fluffy. It trots right up to my hand when open the tank and climbs up to my crest to sleep while I sit down to prep instruments for later. It’s adorable. If the Sponsor does send a team back to that planet, I’ll probably buy one of my own once they’re available

Timestamped 683822:4011 [recovered file]

Something happened in the lab today. I don’t think anyone else saw. I was cycling some water for the twoleggers, one of them almost got out and—I don’t know. I don’t think basic animal intelligence would have thought to do that. But we don’t have any kind of ambassadors on board, never mind the specialists needed for first contact and translating and…oh.

I probably just misinterpreted what I saw. Maybe I just need to review my xenocognition theory. I’m wrong. I'm sure of it. I’m just an apprentice. I don't know things.

Timestamped 683822:4043 [recovered file]

I can’t remember if they monitor search queries. I bet they can do that. It’s their ship. Their tech. I tried to figure out what I'm supposed to do if I think we accidentally found alien life that's...Can they see these files? fuck.

Timestamped 683827:4121 [recovered file]

It knows. The little twolegger knows I know, it knows and I don’t know how to tell it that I can’t do anything for it without sentencing it to death. It's going to hurt itself. Or someone else is going to notice if it keeps trying to prove itself and then they'll sentence it to death.

I have to make it stop.

[lunatic-pudge]

Heavy SFW Alphabet

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Didn't mean to take a month break on these, but oh well. Am slowly working on some requests I got, I'm a super bad procrastinator, so plz bear with me. Now I gotta figure out if I wanna do Spy or Soldier next. I'll figure it out in a few days when my brain let's me.

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A: Affection (How do they show affection? And how affectionate are they?)

Now with Heavy, I'd say he's the least affectionate of all the mercs. Like, yeah, he's gonna love on his S/O, but he tends to be a more reserved person. He's definitely a no PDA type of guy, a simple hug is fine, BUT IF YOU DARE TO TRY TO GIVE HIM A SMOOCH he'd be so flustered. He likes to keep the lovins behind closed doors

B: Best Friend (What would they be like a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Definitely a loyal bestie. Can see him wearing friendship bracelets with Medic tbh. Befriending him takes a while though cause he just prefers to stick to himself. He's like Sniper where you two could sit in silence and just vibe together. He's a very good friend to have. Ready to protect and he there for you

C: Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Big man do be loving a good cuddle, but only when it's you two. He'd let you lay on top of him, nuzzling up against his S/O, enjoying each other's presence. I'm sure with enough convincing, he'll let you be the big spoon, but for a price ;)

D: Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking & cleaning?)

Another fellow house husband. Makes some of the best food ever and will take care of the house and let you relax. He won't hesitate to tightly wrap you up in a blanket burrito, unable to escape, just to get you to relax

E: Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He quick and to the point. Doesn't like having to dance around the topic. Why prolong it and make things worse? He's pretty good at handling breakups, he knows that sometimes things don't work out and you gotta learn to move on

F: Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Loves the idea of getting married to his S/O but would wanna wait until his days are over. He doesn't wanna rush things though, preferring to take his time.

G: Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Tries to be gentle but it's hard to be gentle when you're a big guy like Heavy. He's better at being gentle emotionally, rather than physically. He's had a rough childhood, so he understands the struggle. He will let you cry it all out if you need to

H: Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Likes a good hug when it's from someone he's comfortable with (family, Medic, S/O). Hugs from anyone else makes him SUPER uncomfortable. Def has the best hugs and I will fight anyone who disagrees. He's big, comfy, and WARM

I: I Love You (How fast do they say the L-Word?)

I feel like he'd be too shy to say I love you first. While he tries to be upfront with everything, saying I love you is such deep, intimate thing to say. He doesn't wanna rush it, but you bet your ass he'll be so happy to hear you say it first.

J: Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Heavy? Jealous? Absolutely, not. This man has nothing to be jealous about. When he's with his S/O, he trusts them 110%. He knows he has nothing to worry about. And even then, why would you want someone else? Heavy is a big, burly man with cuddles for days! Why would you EVER wanna settle for less?

K: Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Homie's got them lil' gentle and delicate kisses. He tries to be as gentle as he can with kisses and I'm here for it. Loves giving his S/O forhead kisses.

L: Little Ones (How are they around kids?)

He loves kids, but he's worried about hurting them by accident. He's a big guy, and kids are small, fraglie, and crazy. Kids are feral with him, constanly trying to climb him and asking if he's a giant. He would absolutely make a great dad though. First, picture him cuddling with a baby. Got it? Good now picture him having a daughter and having a tea party with her. He'd be sitting at a tiny table, wearing a tiara and pink tutu as his daughter serves him tea, telling him some juicy "drama". I love it. Make it a real thing plz

M: Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Man's got a strict morning and night schedule, and would like if you followed it as well. He gets up early, one of the first to get up probably. Showers, eats, prepares for the day, standard stuff. Rarely does he allow himself to sleep in or have a lazy day. There's always something to do

N: Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Tries to go to sleep at a reasonable time. He ain't a night owl. He likes to read before going to bed, helps him to relax. Likes to be snuggled up with his S/O as well. Probably owns a C-PAP

O: Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait awhile to reveal things slowly?)

I'd say it takes him some time. He does love talking about his Mother and sisters though. He's got some funny stories about his sisters. But he doesn't like talking about his dad and certain past events. He did have a rough upbringing after all. And it can be hard to talk about so just give him time, he'll slowly come around

P: Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Man's got hella lots of patience. It takes so much to make him angry. The only thing that can get on his nerves quicker than most is dealing with certain (Scout) mercs. But to be fair, Scout knows how to get on everyone's nerves

Q: Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every detail in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

I'd say he's got a pretty good memory on him, he's just gotta remember the right words to say. He might forget some little, slightly random details though but it's hard to be mad at him

R: Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

You, him, a good book, and a giant blanket wrapped around you both. You both are snuggled up together, soaking up each other's warmth. He reads the book to you, his deep voice lulling you to sleep. Heavy loves these moments between you two. Where he gets to be snuggled up with you, holding you in his arms, keeping you safe.

S: Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Definitely a protective bear. Will do WHATEVER he can to keep you safe. If he can't be there to keep you safe, he will have Medic there in his place. And then he'll have Medic give constant updates on you. Poor thing just wants to keep you safe. Sometimes he can be a little too overprotective at times

T: Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, and everyday tasks?)

He tries in his own special ways. He likes having dates at home. He sees it as a more intimate setting. He'd write you cute little poems expressing how much he loves you. He would have everything taken care of and won't let you even lift a finger to help out

U: Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

The only bad habit I can think of is his habit of being cold and distant. He tends to keep things to himself. Poor baby isn't use to having someone there to talk to and just vent to. But it's a bad habit that can be fixed over time

V: Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Honestly, I don't think he's too worried about his looks. I'm sure he does have some small image issues cause he's always getting called fat by other mercs. He's moreso built like a hippo. They look like they're these fat, lazy creatures but they're actually pure muscle and will tear anyone and anything to shreds

W: Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Meh, he'd be fine if he has to go without you for a while or the relationship ends. He's an independent man who's been through hell and back. He can handle being away from his S/O for whatever reason

X: Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

God, you know there's so much more to this man. He just doesn't show it. Well, you can kinda see it out on the battlefield and I bet it can be seen when he's drunk too. But he's also not much of an alcohol guy. He'll drink every now and then but it's just not something he cares about. Also, Medic's the unoffical third wheel and your guys' relationship. He's just kinda there. Think of him as your child. Now imagine the three of you in a cuddle pile, fighting for who gets to lay on Heavy. Heavy ends up having to decide and obviously he chooses you, sorry Medic

Y: Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn't like loud, cocky people. He needs someone who's more on the chill side. Yeah, those types of people and be fun to watch and hang out with every now and then, but it can get tiring to deal with. So someone who's more introverted is the type of person for him

Z: Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Again, he tries to maintain a strict sleep schedule. Go to bed early and wake up early. Definitely a fellow sleep apnea buddy so sleeping sucks sometimes. Cuddles are a must during bedtime though, or else >:(

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[clericofshadows]

for the poly fluff alphabet for masshenko!

[c], [i], [r], and [y] ❤️ :)

thanks for the ask :)

poly fluff alphabet!

c = comfort; when someone’s feeling down, how do the rest look after them?

Regis, Kaidan, and Zaeed all definitely have problems™ of actually coming out and saying they are not feeling 100%, but they are pretty in tune with each other to where they can all see when someone is feeling off or down.

When Regis is feeling down, Kaidan and Zaeed will pamper him (especially when he argues) with favorite foods and cuddling and all that physical touch (when in private).

When Kaidan is feeling down, Regis and Zaeed amp up the words of affirmation, but also give him a bit of space. Picking up and getting things done or doing things for him (maybe his armor needs tuning up, Regis will fix it up... one of Kaidan's pistols needs servicing, Zaeed will mod it up and get it working better than ever). Kaidan sometimes just prefers some space when he's feeling down, but they won't let him forget they are there when he needs them.

When Zaeed is feeling down, it's usually pretty clear. Maybe a few more grumbles or he's off trying to clear his head by exercising or taking apart a gun for the hundredth time just to get a one percent better output... so a lot of what Regis and Kaidan do is either one, be a quiet presence in his space, or two, be a sparring partner and let him get his feelings out that way.

i = in sickness and in health - when someone falls ill, who’s the carer and who’s the germaphobe? is there anyone that resists being looked after?

None of them are really germaphobes.

Regis is the number one "I'm fine please stop worrying about me and for goddess's sake get the hell out of the house/apartment/my space for a while." Do they listen? No, obviously, but Regis genuinely doesn't need much when sick.

Zaeed, on the other hand, takes all the shit he can get. Since he knows that Kaidan is a hell of a good cook and Regis bakes, you bet he's going to be wanting those home cooked meals and shit. And since he knows they are medics as well, it's just a bonus. "But Zee field medicine doesn't exactly do much with a common cold" "Yeah but you're stuck with me anyway goddammit"

Kaidan is kind of like Regis in the sense that he too is of the "I'm fine, don't worry about me" way but unlike Regis he'll silently accept the extra medicine and help. Out of him and Regis with their L2s, Kaidan's the one that gets more migraines, and he really appreciates his boyfriends getting him in a dark, cool place, getting his meds, and silently being there for him.

r = romantic; is anyone a bit of a sap for their partners?

lmao so much yes. Especially because the three of them only get together after Regis's two year gap, and Kaidan and Zaeed really clung together during that time. They are so much in love with each other and they all know it.

And everyone else knows it too, even when some of them try to be subtle about it.

y = yearn; who misses their partners the easiest (ie, calls them to hear their voices when all they’ve done is run to the grocery store)?

I think a part of them is all used to distance (again, ME2 and two-year gap you bastards), so none of them are that clingy. There are times on the Cerberus Normandy where Zaeed and Regis won't talk to Kaidan every single day beyond a "We're alive, love you, blah blah".

But Kaidan and Zaeed check-in more with Regis than each other. Two-year gap didn't help, but the few times Zaeed is left on the Cerberus Normandy has him full of worry.

Before ME3/after ME2 they all went in somewhat separate ways to prep for the Reaper War (Regis doesn't get arrested and put under house arrest since I think that plotline is bullshit) but they checked in with each other a normal amount and met up a decent bit too.

Regis takes the distance after Mars and Kaidan's injury much harder since he witnesses it (and has a complex of "There's been multiple times where one of my partners has nearly died and I've been there to witness it/intervene/couldn't do shit about it" that he hasn't dealt with). He calls Kaidan a lot once he's awake, and anytime Zaeed does something off the Normandy/without Regis and/or Kaidan during ME3 Regis also checks in with him a lot.

[yakkolicious]

Hey so speaking of Orion and him being a jerk I’m kind of looking at his and Drakson’s flipdeck description and I think something interesting is the fact of how they don’t get along. It’s said in Drakson’s flipdeck most of their arguments stem from being competitive and having creative differences, but despite this Drakson really wants the band to stay together

Meanwhile, Orion is no doubt a talented singer, and is even working on his only solo album which “promises to explore new musical territories, blending shoegazing melodies with non-linear storytelling.” (Which ig also explains why his kart seems so odd) which is cool but the problem is, despite him assuring his band that he’ll stay with them, they don’t seem to trust him completely that he won’t leave

So I feel maybe it could be a bit gray about if Orion is a jerk? Because the flipdecks I feel are a bit surface level and personally, I don’t know anything about music bands but I feel relations within can get a little more complicated than what they seem

But that’s just my opinion I wanna hear your 2 cents on this

Maybe we'll need a third bandmate reveal. I bet we'll see a third person in the next mobile app (assuming Rithy is not a member), but having a third party's perspective might show us more about what's going on. We know the other members of the band hate their fighting, but that's it. I wonder if anyone's taken sides.

Honestly, I think they could've made the kart look sleek and like Orion was a future-looking, experimental type without making it look like a Cybertruck. In today's time, Cybertrucks are political symbols and also seen as a general symbol of attention-seeking. I don't think Orion is based off anyone or anything. Doom Brûlée's genre is industrial metal (I'm not familiar with industrial metal but I think that's the genre Nine Inch Nails does), but I can't find any rhyme or reason for Matt and Tony giving Orion an escapable Cybertruck with electric powers. We know they keep notes on character food preferences, but I wonder if they have notes on anything else, and if those notes say things about Orion that we'll never know. I'm just hoping that the decision to give him a Cybertruck is meant to reflect on Orion and isn't some kind of endorsement.

[yakuzacanons]

Hello, I hope you’ve been doing well and taking care ☺️! I’ve been lurking around your blog for the past month and I love your HCs so much but I always struggled with coming up with ideas of what to request, but I think I’ve finally got one: furniture shopping with their S/O!!! (I spent two hours on the sims on build/buy mode; I’m on an interior decorating mood rn)

What’s their favorite room to shop for? Who’s being extra particular over color schemes? Who prefers a big department store (like ikea), and who’s preferring going antique store hopping? Who ends up getting distracted/fixated upon random things (like curtains, kitchen appliances, linens)? Etc, etc… (please have fun with it!)

You can write this for ANYONE (literally, I enjoy reading your HCs for any character), but I would especially love it if you included Majima, Joon-Gi and Saeko 💕

Feel free to pass tho if the prompt just isn’t something you’re vibing with at the moment! Thank yoooou!!!

Teehee yes, forgive me for the long wait, I really tried to mull this one over. I'm only going to do the three characters your mentioned but please feel free to ask for more.

Majima Goro

Clueless and lost as all hell in the entire process. Fully understands that if the two of you are going to live together, you will have to furnish said living space but he knows nothing about furnishings.

It's not that he has bad taste or is stupid, he's just used to living an extremely bare bones lifestyle when it comes to home decor. His days working at the Grand were especially lean in regards to personal effects so it's highly likely that his house or apartment currently has the bare minimum requirements with little to no color or pizazz.

Tentative by excited to explore this new avenue with you, only because it's with YOU. Anyone else would've gotten the stink eye from him, probably.

Gets lost in large furniture stores, mostly because he gets distracted by some kitchen doohickey that he doesn't recognize and spends time trying to examine it and guess what it's used for. When he loses sight of you, he'll just wander the aisles yelling your name. It's easier if you just keep an eye on him.

Always a little surprised when you ask his opinion on things like colors and patterns. His style is a little chaotic overall but would it really be a home with Majima if it didn't have some chaos?

One thing you can bet on is the man is sitting in all the chairs and laying on matresses before buying em. Don't let him check out the cutlery sets, by the way. He'll want the pricey one.

Joon-Gi Han

Even though his current living space is pretty minimalistic, Joon-Gi has a pretty decent wealth of knowledge about various aspects of interior design. Blame it on him going down some YouTube rabbit hole in the middle of the night.

Isn't particular about what kind of store you go to, but if he happens to walk by an interesting looking home decor store, he will want to at least take a peak. Out of the three, he's the most likely to go to as many stores as possible rather than one.

Carefully examines every individual object, no matter the size or importance. Constantly weighing the differences between price, material, durability, etc.

Pretty good taste in things like bedspreads, towels, and curtains but isn't headstrong in his opinions. He's more like a "Oh, that towel would look with that floor mat..." type of guy.

His favorite room to shop for is the bathroom. Likes a nice set of towels in various sizes and a cute organization rack for things like skincare products.

Good at buying most electronics, like a television or computer. Unsure of what to buy for the kitchen when it comes to fancy things, like a stand mixer. Mostly just amazed at the amount of gadgets you can attach to it.

Saeko Mukoda

Very self sufficient and has a pretty nailed down personal aesthetic for herself and her house. Honestly, she could probably go furniture shopping by herself and get it all done in a weekend.

She's always keeping her budget in mind so she's the most likely of the 3 to go to a secondhand or antique store. Especially fond of going there for larger pieces of furniture, like a coffee table.

Her overall house aesthetic is clean but not minimalistic. Think warm but bright tones, not over saturated though. She doesn't mind adjusting this to accommodate your taste as long as her personal areas remain undisturbed, like the nightstand on her side of the bed or her makeup organizer.

Loves shopping for bedroom items. A good mattress and a fluffy pillow are a must for our working girl. Always buys two sets of matching bedspreads so that when one is dirty, the other can be used and still look cute while the other is in the wash.

Her secret weapon is that she knows the best way to organize items in the house. Great at getting useful organizers like baskets, holders, organizers, etc. Makes the most out of her space.

Do not ask her to buy electronics, she will just buy what's newest, which unfortunately means sometimes she will buy what's most expensive.

[orizukuin]

What do you think of Charlie and Mike? Liek, how do see them separately and them being together?

Hi! Great question! Haha! So I'll be honest with you!

In comes with seeing them as individual characters : 

To Charlie, when the first time I saw them (UWO: CHAPTER 5) I already knew this character would grow on me in a way that I won't stop talking about them 24/7 ((Shout out to my Girlfriend who will hear me- talk about Charlie non-stop at most random times..)) 

I do think Charlie is a Fun character during those times. And what I adore about them the most are the expressions throughout the game (UWO) there's just something into it that pulled me into liking Charlie more than the others (probably because of how crazy they look)- Finding CIU in the Play Store is gives me excitement as I started saying stuff like: "Ehh?? there's a part two?? no way" and of course like every simple minded person- I installed it (lmao) 

Finishing the game, I felt that the game had more holes that needed to be covered. But later on, I found out that the game was rushed due to the contract being over, so it's understandable- I'm just thankful that the game was released and not canceled, haha! 

But anyways!!! CIU honestly showed me another side of Charlie that I never truly expected. Knowing that side of Charlie just made me love their whole character even more ((even other players not very fond of it)) 

And to Mike: 

Oh, Mike that silly-looking boy. At first, I never really paid attention to him like every other person does since he probably only had 10?) or a bit more dialogue. But he soon grew on me as I kept replaying the game to get the other endings alongside the other achievements, which came with the Fanarts of him and Charlie together. ((those fan arts pushed me so now my entire works only revolve around them, not that I'm complaining or anything:]]] ))

In full honesty. I feel bad about what happened to him like Broo got one of his eyes taken out! it probably confused the crap out of him since neither of them expected it to happen- and I bet it hurt like a b*** 

((i know,since i almost got one of my eyes taken out by my nephew during my 13's the knife tip didn't meet my eye and i am glad that get to dodge it- but still side of my eye still bleed so not Gucci))

Overall I view Mike as an interesting character whom we need information other rather than "Charlie's friend" not to mention.

We also need a piece of information as to what might happen to him after the Eye-stabbing incident. He's friendly towards other students. He is your typical Social Butterfly. I swear he has the energy of that college senior who will approach a lost Freshman then them out on the whole campus and later check up on them during the first week.

And to the question of how I more likely see them together :

Charlie and Mike are together like a pair you'll never expect to work. Both have their strengths and weaknesses but can still make things look easy. Let's put it away like they are doing a collaboration project together. Who knows? They can defend the whole research together or by themselves as if precisely doing it isn't all nerve-wracking.

However, if you meant that question as "both in a romantic atmosphere" 

Then I can tell you how Charlie and Mike won't realize their growing feelings. Mike will probably catch into it one day, as a sudden realization hits him that leaves to say something like:  "Holy F- I'm catching feelings for Charlie-Charlie..."  out of the blue.

However, he would most likely push those feelings aside. He knows to himself that Charlie doesn't need to be with anyone else who needs the teen to be in a romantic setting. He might never say it by word. Mike respects his friend's boundaries and is careful towards the teen, always checking if Charlie's all right with doing things that are out of the teen's personal preferences. 

They are taking things slow since Charlie doesn't like fast turns and somewhat still needs to get used to slowly opening themself out to the world. 

For Charlie, if they realize. I guess it will take them a long to come to terms with it and most likely keep it to themselves like Mike's since they aren't sure if the feelings are true or if it is just a mutual thing since it is only Mike who put an effort into knowing and understanding them.

((I think they can be great in a slow-burn side of writing))

That's all of it! I hope I gave you the answer you're looking for Anon! 

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

🔆anon

Book 7 Spoliers. Things out in EN and edited

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Sebek and Silver stayed with in the camp helping out while soldiers bustled around. Though they were focused on their work, other things constantly grabbed their attention. The feeling of constantly being watched by multiple sets of eyes, which was probably what was happening, and Dusk.

It came across very unsettling to not only see Dusk as a child, but to see him acting so differently than normal. While they were used to seeing him keep a distance between himself and his Lilia, in the dream he was constantly clinging, obviously unhappy at being left behind earlier. To the point where Lilia couldn’t even set his son down, Dusk would grab onto his shoulders and try to keep himself up with a mix of strength he didn’t fully have and magic that was still to unsteady to keep the kid up.

Despite being called back because his soldiers found an enemy camp, Lilia himself was unable to go without having to physically tear Dust off of him, so he sent others who were commanded by Baul. They all swiftly returned victorious, but Lilia was still a bit upset about not going too and overwhelmed by Dusk’s clinging. Only growing worse as Lilia was unable to help out with some things around camp.

Lilia: Little bat, please. I need to help out. I won’t leave for the rest of the night. I promise you don’t have to hold on to me.

Dusk: But I wanna! If you do stuff then you won’t play with me for a long time!

Lilia: I can’t play while you’re clinging to me either.

Dusk: But now I can be with you, so we don’t have to play. *looks at the soldiers* They can do their own stuff and you can be with me.

Lilia: You are so lucky I’m so renowned. I can bet no one else would excuse me being unable to do my work otherwise... I still need to find things to do though *looks around the camp and eyes land on bags of food Baul’s team brought back from their victory* Hey, little bat. You’re probably hungry, aren’t you? That’s probably why you’re so fussy. Why don’t you let go so I can cook for everyone? Then we can eat together. That sound fun?

Dusk: Maybe…

Everyone in the camp froze as they heard their words.

Baul: Lil-Gen- *trying to find his words* I can cook! No need for you to do it!

Lilia: You have your own work you should be doing. I can cook. I haven’t helped out with anything myself yet.

Baul: I can make enough time to cook and do all my duties! You should spend time with your son!

Lilia: I would be spending time with my son, just as I would be helping everyone else. *looks down at Dusk* Little bat, you want to eat my cooking right? We can eat together too.

Dusk: *nods*

Lilia: *looks back at Baul smiling* See? I can do both just fine. You go and do your work.

Baul: General!-

Sebek: We can cook! Students of Night Raven College learn to cook out of their many skills!

Lilia: You expect me to let you near the food for the whole troop? Two humans who randomly joined us?

Silver: As you said before, others have work to do, so we just wanted to do something as well! We have enough free time to take cooking of your hands!

Lilia: I just said I can do it.

Silver: But you have your son. I bet he would prefer to stay with you.

Dusk: *clings closer and nods harder*

Lilia: Are you trying to use my son against me? You realize you doing that to get close to the food makes you incredibly suspicious.

Baul: *jumping back in* We can have all soldiers watch for any poison while they do their work!

Lilia: Baul?

Baul: There will never be eyes off of them, and I can pay extra attention! We can find ways to poison test as well! You would also be able to taste any poison before it made it to anyone you’re worried about!

Lilia: *looks at Dusk, then Silver and Sebek, then back at Baul* If you are so insistent. *looks at Sebek and Silver* As Baul said, we can test for poison and I would be able to tase anything unusual. So would the rest of the group. We all have more sensitive tongues.

Silver: *disbelief* Sensitive tongues? You?

Lilia: What does that mean?

Silver: Nothing!

LMAO