#about his chest

[missygoesmeow]

POV you barged into the Devil's Den. teeny tiny ficlet under the cut

You don’t bother to knock when you reach the door with the little shiny plaque that says “Devil’s Den” in an ornate script. The door isn’t locked, so it swings open effortlessly when you barge in. The tirade ready to fall from your lips falters as the door closes with a soft click behind you; the hand you had raised in righteous anger pauses before limply falling to your side. Raphael is lounging in one of the overly gilded armchairs that furnish the den, a glass of something that looks both incredibly alcoholic and expensive dangling from one hand as he regards you with that infuriatingly knowing smile. None of that is why the cat suddenly has your tongue; it's that he has shrugged off the outer layer of his clothing and sits there with his white shirt unbuttoned. The view of his bare chest isn't a particularly novel sight - after all, you share a camp with several people, and some - like a certain large elf - enjoy being one with nature on any occasion they can get. It's more of a shock to see Raphael in such a state of undress; it would be a lie to say you had never considered what lay beneath his neatly tailored clothes. But you would have bet money that Korilla stitched him into them every morning to make sure they stayed perfectly in place. Right now he looked so...deliciously dishevelled.

“My, my," comes his amused voice, "does the squirming tadpole hinder your manners as well, little mouse?” The gentle timbre of his voice washes over you and it's enough to snap your attention to his face. “Or have you always been an uncouth little beast that flounces in without knocking?”

You frown at him, your irritation flaring up again. Your fingers flex - though not in a fit of pique but because your mind has been lost to the thought of running your fingers through the hairs on his tanned chest. That bloody distracting devil. Why did you come here again? "Did you come all this way to gawk like a gutted fish or did you have something you wished to say?" He raises a brow, tipping his drink towards you. "If you wish to stare, I am, of course, happy to oblige - though that will cost you. This establishment operates on a quid pro quo basis, you know." edit: i ended up writing the rest and you can read it here

thank you to @angellayercake for the idea!🖤🖤

[machveil]

Roommate!Simon Riley that looks at you and his heart squeezes, beats against his chest until it nearly hurts. something about seeing you in the morning makes something click in his brain - your hair messy and a little matted, soft pillow lines on your cheek, eyes half lidded and groggy. it makes him feel off, a sensation that makes his jaw clench. he wants to nip and bite at you, squeeze you, hold you tight and never let go. he’s not familiar with cuteness aggression, hasn’t heard of it and is unfortunately unaware

Roommate!Simon Riley that thinks something is wrong. he likes you so damn much, why does he want to nearly maul you every time he sees you? it gets him worked up when he sees you lounging on the couch in ratty clothes, an old pair of shorts and a stained hoodie. cute. his teeth are itching to just bite at you, fingers twitchy with the need to paw at you. that’s not normal, right? isn’t he supposed to see you and want to hold you gently? act soft and mushy like a normal coupl—? well, you aren’t a couple. he doesn’t know where this is coming from, but he only has one way to work it off

Roommate!Simon Riley that’s been nailing the same punching bag for over an hour. his knuckles are numb at this point, sore and starting to get bruised, but, damnit, he’s still thinking about you. the other gym members are silently avoiding him, eyeing him as he takes another swing at the bag. you looked so adorable eating breakfast, dropping your fork and grumbling— another punch. you looked so charming when you realized you put your left shoe on your right foot— another swing. another connection of his fist to the bag sends it flying, and Simon still wants to smother you lovingly

Roommate!Simon Riley that comes home sweaty and out of breath. he took a shower at the gym, but he decided to run home - took the long way. he hears you laughing, delighted little giggles spilling from your lips. he walks up behind you, looks down at your phone and hums, “What’s tha’?”, he asks. “Aah— it’s a baby hippo! Isn’t she cute? I just want to squeeze her so hard.”, you coo, swiping to another video. squeeze her? “Really? Why’s that?”, he asked, attention drifting towards you. “I dunno, sometimes you just see something cute and want to crush it a little, you know?

Roommate!Simon Riley that does know, and suddenly he feels a little less weird about wanting to squeeze you until you pop, “Yeah, I get it.”

[weepynymph]

are people seriously not understanding that the whole point of colin's arc this season is him trying to be something he's not??

like sure the brothel scenes are a little weird and jarring but like they're meant to be??? because he's not actually that into it, he's just trying to do what all the other men his age are doing so he can fit in??

the writers aren't trying to 'turn him into anthony or simon' or make him a rake because that's what we're used to - HE'S trying to turn HIMSELF into anthony or simon or basically any of the other guys who this comes naturally to; who enjoy sleeping with lots of different people somewhat emotionlessly and don't get lonely because of it (and no judgement to that it's just not him)

he literally kisses Pen ONCE and absolutely loses his mind over it because its obviously never felt like that for him before. that moment is his 'oh so that's what that's supposed to feel like' moment and that's how he knows he's in love with her its literally so good???

i understand people feel like its rushed but honestly to me it feels perfectly in character for him to discover the solution to his loneliness he's been searching for all this time and immediately dive into it headfirst. that moment right at the end of ep4 where he asks her to marry him is the most authentic colin i think we've seen all season. he's sweet and funny and playful and passionate and impulsive - he's finally stopped trying to be someone he's not and now that he knows who he is and what he wants he's all in.

[poorlemons]

I just think they could have an interesting conversation, two angry assistants

[starry-bi-sky]

on a completely separate note; shizun luo binghe with a disciple shen yuan who fell into the abyss??? *thinks about LBH canonically stealing SQQ's corpse for 5 years* he'd hallucinate i think. like, like visual and audial hallucinations.

Keeps thinking he's seeing SQQ in the corner of his eyes, or wandering between the trees, amongst a group of disciples. Thinks he hears him calling for him, but its just the wind or another disciple.

Gets Xiu Ya reforged but patently fucking refuses to make a sword mound. Because his disciple Is Not Dead :))) There was No Body. He's Not Dead. And If You keep Insisting That He Is, He's Gonna Skewer You :). He's holding onto Xiu Ya so he can return his most favored disciple's sword when he returns. It's on his hip right next to Zheng Yang where it's supposed to be.

Also this motherfucker?? does not sleep btw. He has the image of SQQ, wide eyed and hysterical and standing at the mouth of the abyss burned into his fucking eyelids. Can't use the dreamscape to escape it either because he keeps trying to save him and either he does and it's an incredibly cruel trick to wake up to, or he doesn't and he gets his heart broken in several different pieces again.

There is no convincing this man that Shen Qingqiu is dead. Absolutely nothing at all. He is buried so deep in denial that moles would be jealous of how deep he is. He keeps making tea for two in the bamboo house only to remember that it's just him. SQQ's fans are hiding everywhere, little reminders of his presence. He goes to wake up SQQ on the mornings he sleeps in-- only to find the room empty.

[nenoname]

stan ignoring mysteries and weirdness for 30 years balancing out his family's innate curiosity and being why the blind eye ignored him for that long

[mo49ko]

(fengqing 🏹⚔️)

qing-er will NOT kiss it better this time!!! to teach him a lesson !!!

[rookanisstuff]

“It's an old Crow tradition. The exchanging of paired daggers when you are to be joined in marriage.”

Inspired by the magnificent @cosmiccrushes fic Contract Negotiations!

Vivienne and Lucanis’s daggers in all their glory!

Vivienne remains painfully Vint and thus requires snake motifs on everything and of course, opals for the eyes to match THE RING!!!

[canisalbus]

Hi, I love your art and made a little witch AU. Hope you don't mind :)

The idea is that Vasco was torn up enough about the injustice of Machete's death and that they never really got a chance to have a happy life together that he was willing to look into… dubious methods

Badabing badaboom Machete's back. They run away together, both because theres nothing left for Machete and to avoid persecution, and spend time together trying to cope with grief, religious trauma and the changing times as their lives are artificially extended

They have a little witch shop :)

(I might make more art later, hope you don't mind if I send it through here)

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[shitpostingkats]

Holds you close as I die so I can feel your warmth one last time. (You are smearing your blood all over me.) Presses your head to my chest in a gesture of comfort. (I am forced to hear your heart beat for the last time.) Here, take my sword. (The thing that killed me. It's yours now.) You have to live. (I've lost the right to die.) You will be my living legacy. (If I die, you die all over again.)

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Cosmic Experimentation pt. 2

Author's Note: Ah shit, here we go again. Fingering Anaxa's chest hole, as promised~ Once again inspired by @angelesca 🩷 (thank you for your kind words btw!! You're too sweet 🥹🫶) — I can't believe we have to wait an entire month for his banner…so homophobic 😔

Pairings: Anaxagoras x male reader

Warnings: Dom male!reader, sub!Anaxa, fingering unusual holes, dacryphilia, feisty Anaxagoras

“I was half-kidding!” you yell-laugh, crossing your arms in front of you to block your partner's relentless attacks.

You were kind enough to carry him over to the bed, seeing how his legs refused to keep him upright after your previous amusement, and what does he do in return? Anaxagoras yanks a pillow from underneath his head and starts weakly beating you with it!

“Calm down! I said I was only kidding!” you quickly grab the middle of the pillow, stopping the onslaught of fluffy blows in an instant. Still huffing in annoyance, Anaxa begrudgingly lets go, allowing you to disarm him. “You were so sweet and adorable earlier, love. Where did all of this come from?” you ask, leaning over your beloved boyfriend and fixing his hair that had become tousled during his fit.

He doesn't answer at first, mostly glaring at you like a bratty girlfriend while you simply hold his gaze in amusement. It takes about a minute of this stare down until he relents. “Sometimes, I think you enjoy provoking me.” he says plainly. His reddened cheeks reveal the emotions fueling this silly temper, however.

It's all too cute, how much Anaxagoras allows you to get away with. Not only does the demised scholar allow you to invade his personal space more than anyone else, he puts up with — or perhaps it's more accurate to say that he enjoys — your teasing and the way you play with his emotions just to see him flush and stutter his way through an excuse.

You can't stop yourself from leaning down to capture his lips in a gentle kiss. Anaxa's sour expression melts away as he loses himself in the kiss, returning the affection with interest. A hand on his waist causes him to arch his back a little, which gets him lost in pleasure all over again. The kiss becomes hungrier, deeper, and Anaxa parts his lips, practically begging you to come inside and claim what's yours.

Hands begin to wander; yours and his. While Anaxa's hands find a comfy place behind your neck, tugging at the back of your hair, your own hands explore the expanse of his body. Trailing along his sides, tickling the exposed skin of his shoulder that's normally hidden underneath his jacket, then settling one hand on his chest. As if it has a gravitational pull of its own, your fingers travel inwards, grazing the outer edge of the cosmic design in the center of Anaxagoras' chest. Your fingertips ghost over the middle of it…

And the effect is immediate.

Anaxa arches off of the bed, whimpering and wrapping his legs around your waist without even realizing it, and moaning against your mouth while his eye squeezes shut. You pull away, looking down at your partner with wide eyes. ‘Was it because I touched it…?’ you think to yourself, smiling as a far dirtier thought creeps into the forefront of your head.

“Would it…would it hurt if I stuck my fingers in here?” you nearly whisper. You're straining your ears to pick up any kind of response from him, since he decided to cover his mouth with the back of his hand out of embarrassment. The noises that threaten to escape at any second have him acting extra shy, it seems.

Anaxagoras collects his thoughts, then gives you an answer. “I don't know… It's not like anyone has ever tried to *ahem*… touch me like you did earlier.” He shifts slightly, clearly flustered, but you can detect the hint of scholarly curiosity in his voice. You exchange looks, and you ask for permission to experiment with this area too. Offering a promise to be even more gentle, if that's what he wants.

He says nothing, only grasping your wrist again and bringing your touch back to his chest whilst maintaining an expectant look. The sensations are much the same: cold, damp, and gooey once you actually penetrate the space.

You use your pointer finger at first, easing Anaxa into the situation once again. His whines fill the room, and he squirms around without thinking. “Easy now — does this feel good too?” your gentle tone makes Anaxa feel comfortably lightheaded — like he's floating through warm water in the sunlight. He can only muster a weak nod of his head, but it's good enough for you.

The cosmic space ripples like liquid with your every move, though you're unsure if you can say that it's truly "liquid". Even as it moves, it still seems solid. The knowledge-seeking part of your brain poses all sorts of questions and hypotheses: How does this space even work? Is it an actual opening to the inside of his body; does it feel like I'm sticking my fingers into his chest, or a more pleasurable hole? Am I going to accidentally poke his heart or lungs? Does it work more like a pocket dimension where my fingers aren't technically inside of him? Was it safe for him to lick that blue goo off of my fingers? Is it some kind of blue cum? Does his chest hole have a prostate or something? Can I safely put my dick in his eye hole? Can I safely put it in his chest? That would be weird, right? How many people can say that they get to fuck their partner's chest pussy?

“AaaAaAAhHHhhHnN–” Your deep introspection is interrupted by Anaxagoras moaning loudly and suddenly. At first, you're worried that you somehow hurt him, but that thought is quickly discarded when he starts clawing at the sheets and grinding his hips against yours. “hAAaaH– Yes! Do that again…please!”

While lost in your thoughts, you inadvertently find the spot that you'd been searching for. The part of him that you can lightly press on and immediately send your partner straight to heaven.

The fresh tears streaming down your boyfriend's cheek only serve to make him more beautiful in this moment. You almost find yourself lost staring at his face as his expression twists wildly, punctuated by more moans and cries of your name. His cries become even more frantic when you stop moving your finger, too lost in your daze to realize that you're barely fingering him at all.

It takes a few shouts of your name to finally snap you out of it, and your partner is none too pleased that you stopped touching him the way he needs. “Did I say stop?!” Anaxagoras bites, furrowing his brow as he looks up at you through wet lashes.

“Oh, sorry, sweetheart. That pretty face of yours must have put me in a trance.” Your teasing is unappreciated, only earning you a harsh glare and a huff from Anaxa. Both of which cease when you get back to gliding your finger in and out of his chest hole. Deciding to test the waters a little more, you add a second finger, just as you did with the matching mark under his eye patch.

That added digit has the exact effect you wanted it to have, causing your partner to squeal and throw his head back. Then, you curl your fingers, and the motion instantly causes Anaxa's eye to roll into the back of his head. It has an obvious effect between his legs as well, feeling the hard bulge rubbing against yours with every slight movement of Anaxa's hips.

Just the same as before, this hole begins to overflow with that blue liquid. It squelches loudly, following every thrust of your fingers with a distinct schlik schlik schlik noise. You're knuckle-deep inside this space, scissoring your digits as if you're trying to prepare Anaxagoras for something bigger… (would that even fit?!)

You try to hit that special spot repeatedly, sending your boyfriend into a hysterical frenzy of tossing his head back and forth and whimpering like a virgin. “Are you gonna cum again, love? Do you like when I touch you like this?” you prod, using the hand that previously held onto his hip to squeeze Anaxa's ass.

As you pick up the pace, his voice becomes your favorite song — a symphony of high-pitched moans, beautifully articulated and precious, interlaced with his cries of “faster!”. And at the peak of it all, you exclaim; “Cum for me, love! There ya go, good boy~”

With one final cry of ecstasy, Anaxa creams his pants for the second time today, letting himself moan without restraint as ropes of cum stain the inside of his underwear. His chest cavity takes every quick thrust as you finger it through his orgasm, oozing even more of that blue liquid.

You remove your fingers and observe the gooey substance again, the way it drips down slowly, making its way down to the base of your fingers, and stretches without breaking when you spread them apart. You press your fingers against Anaxa's parted lips and he sucks on them without making a fuss. Even as he lay breathless and on the verge of dozing off, your partner is kind enough to once again clean your fingers.

“Feeling ok?” you ask sweetly. Anaxagoras tiredly nods his head, humming as his tongue laps at his own blue fluid attached to your skin. You lean down to press a kiss against his temple, hugging him as you press your bodies together, then exhale a shaky breath of exhaustion. You'll prepare to clean yourselves up in a bit. But for now, you want to enjoy the afterglow of your little adventure in peace.

[demaparbat-hp]

On your most recent From the Couch post... is that a dragon tattoo I see poking out of Zuko's collar? ...................may we see more of it?

You may see all of it.

[zivazivc]

a while back I had a realization about Chaz's color palette...

they're not related but that doesn't mean they didn't take advantage of their likeness in the lewdest, most shameless way possible. chaz is a veteran and floyd is naturally photogenic (+ was a junkie who couldn't resist easy money). if you know what i'm talking about, you know what i'm talking about and i won't judge you for throwing rocks at me ksjfhksjhfkjsd

[deepspacenova]

something that is both heartwarming and heartbreaking about Caleb is the way he consistently continues to fight his fate, despite every sign he encounters pointing toward its inevitability:

it's in the way he defies the Toring Chip, and the meaning of 7%

When Caleb falls apart on the bench with MC and the chip resets in Farspace Bloomfall, 100% of his mind is supposed to reset.... and yet only 93% of the chip is integrated and able to do so.

We know Caleb is aware of this too, when he tells MC to tell him about her problems “while I can still respond.” Because he knows he'll inevitably lose some information once it happens, like the 'patrol data' Enforcer mentions.

This means it’s happened before, Caleb's mind had been reset before. Which means, he knows if the chip’s integrity ever gets to 100% and resets, anything he feels toward MC will also reset. And so..

“…he’s purposefully ‘sealed’ his brain rather than damaging it.”

So Caleb gathered up every emotion, every memory, and every impression of MC in his mind, wrapped it all together into one small piece, and has since, against all odds, continuously used his Evol to put a barrier around it, to protect it. To keep the chip from finding it and wiping it. And what is that piece? That 7%?

7% is MC. 7% is his memories of MC. 7% is his love for MC.

it's in the way he's turned himself from "perfect weapon to destroy each other" to "perfect weapon to destroy others"

I could be wrong (please correct me), but I'm pretty sure it's murky right now whether Caleb (subject 002?) knew MC during any of her 'incarnations' in the lab and/or their purposes to be a killswitch for each other. But if he does know or remember any of it, the protection of that 7% from the Toring Chip becomes even more vital and strategic as all hell.

Because that would mean Caleb orchestrated a situation where he's become the lab subject, a decoy in MC's place as they try and correct the chip within him.

And that would mean that Caleb planned for them to "sacrifice a great deal to obtain him," — apparently, so much that they're unwilling/unable to simply dispose of him when he's resisting the very thing that would seal his fate as "the key", as MC's killswitch.

and it's in the literal beat of his heart

when you lay your hand over caleb's heart to hear his heartbeat, no matter how fast that beat starts out, if you hold your hand there long enough, his heartbeat inevitably tapers into a calm 50-60.

Despite all he's doing to preserve that 7%, he can't fight the nature of the other 93%. The nature of the chip and it's purpose to keep him in an emotional stasis.

His excitement to see you, his happiness to have you there, the fluttering of his heart? Those are abnormalities to the chip, those aren't in line with what that stasis is supposed to be. And so... no matter how quickly his heart beats for you initially, it inevitably gets suppressed.

We see how it affects other members of the Fleet too. How all of them have accepted the inevitability of the chip. Tuum Officer No. 6025 and Liam in particular shows us exactly what it looks like to give in.

And yet, every time you come back, Caleb's still excited, Caleb still fights it. He's fighting it with only 7% of his memory, he's fighting it with every quickened beat of his heart.

If the chip is a tether, if his fate is a tether, Caleb will never stop sawing at the strings, and i am not okay about it.

blame for any and all crash outs can be directed to @solifloris and @starmocha, who have managed to make my "down bad" for caleb turn into "sick to my stomach with eternal devotion"

[shroomerr]

Finally, my design for Mysterion!! this boy gave me so much heartache in the process of making this but its ok its all worth it for him <3

I also couldn't choose between the version with hair or without hair, so here's the one without under the cut (+ my initial drafts for his design):

[teaboot]

To be clear, while I DO spoil my beautiful and handsome cat son,I don't mean that I spoil him in a chew-my-shoes, overfeed-him, give-him-people-food, wander-off-leash kind of way.

I spoil him like a well-to-do businessman would spoil his one and only firstborn son with a sugar lolly during Sunday promenade at the pier, where he might traipse about in his little sailor suit and watch the boats go by.