#and it doesn't really happen in the second one either

[mminghaos]

best friend seungcheol whom you have a crush on, but never told him. he doesn't know it either and y'all just bicker all the time as bsf, one day all of it changes when you finally say you found a match on some dating app. he realises it and bam! hot and heavy shit go down.

bitter crush , choi seungcheol x f!reader

SYPNOSIS: your bestfriend doesn’t know you’ve had a crush on him for years, but when you mention matching with someone on a dating app, everything changes.

WARNINGS: smut, fingering, kissing, teasing, mingyu as the failed date lmfao

requests are open, do send some in!!

you’ve been friends with seungcheol since high school, watching each other grow up — first jobs, first kisses, and everything in between, sticking together through the highs and lows. your friendship is built on bickering and teasing each other like it’s second nature. but now, the bickering feels different.

“i matched with someone on that app i told you about,” you say, placing your coffee down on the wooden table of the café you and seungcheol are sitting at.

you’d decided to give a dating app a shot, hoping it would help you take your mind off seungcheol. maybe meeting someone new will help you move on, or at least distract you from the constant thoughts about him. but so far, it’s just more of the same — swiping, chatting, but none of its ever seemed to match the energy you share with him. you might as well move on, since seungcheol has is own hookups and girlfriends, and none of them will ever be you. its frustrating, the way this burning crush for him is always shimmering beneath the surface, gnawing at you. this is going to be the death of you — that’s what you always tell yourself.

“so you’re telling me you’re out here swiping on strangers?” he responds, his voice laced with something you can’t quite place. “what happened to the whole ‘not needing anyone’ thing?”

“it changed.”

“really? that’s weird.” he says, his eyes never leaving you. “thought you were too busy to deal with anyone new.”

you roll your eyes, trying to brush it off. “yeah, well, apparently im not as busy as i thought.”

you’ve never been the type to casually date or get involved with someone just for the sake of it. but lately, things feel different. seungcheol’s always been there — constant, reliable, and annoyingly perfect in his own way — and it’s hard to ignore how your thoughts always circle back to him, no matter how many times you try to push them away. you’ve never said it out loud, never let him in on the truth of how much he’s been occupying your mind, and the idea of dating someone else? it almost feels like a joke. you’re not really here for some random guy who doesn’t know you like he does. but the more you try to distract yourself, the more you realize how little it helps. no matter how many matches you get, no conversation ever seems to compare to the effortless back and forth you share with seungcheol. it’s like you’re chasing something that doesn’t quite exist, and each swipe only makes you feel more frustrated. but you can’t exactly admit that, not to him, not to anyone. so you keep trying, hoping maybe this time will be different, even though you know deep down it won’t be.

“so, who’s this guy?”

you shrug, trying to keep your voice steady. “kim mingyu. he’s nice. we’ve met a few times before, actually — works at that bar down the street.”

seungcheol leans back in his chair, his arms crossed as he watched you. he clears his throat. “just don’t pick some random guy who doesn’t get you, alright?”

“what, are you jealous or something?”

“no.”

the date with mingyu went well. you two got along really great — there was no shortage of conversation, and the chemistry was comfortable. you both enjoyed the meal and found common ground in ways that made the evening feel lighthearted and easy. it was nice, actually, to just relax and enjoy someone’s company without any pressure.

even if the date was good, you and mingyu both agreed that you should just be friends, neither of you feeling the sparks you were hoping for.

you walk into your apartment, slipping off your shoes and placing your keys under the mat. its quiet, the only sound being the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. you head towards the living room, where seungcheol is sprawled on your couch, sorting through the groceries he offered to pick up for you earlier this week.

“you’re back early,” he says, glancing up with a smirk. “thought you were gonna be out all night with your… date.”

you roll your eyes, not really in the mood to talk about it. “it was fine,” you reply, shrugging as you drop your purse on the counter. “nothing special.”

seungcheol raises an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “really?”

you let out a breath, trying to sound casual. “yeah, well, turns out i’m not as interested as i thought.”

he tilts his head, looking at you like he’s trying to figure you out. “what do you mean?”

you hesitate, leaning against the kitchen counter, fingers tapping against the countertop. “we got along, i guess. but we just decided to be friends.”

“huh.” seungcheol shrugs, clearly unconcerned, though there’s something in the way he watches you that makes you pause. “so you’re saying you don’t feel any connection with him at all?”

you shift, rubbing the back of your neck. “it’s just… not there. but whatever. i’m fine.”

“you sure?” seungcheol presses, his voice dropping an octave, and you can’t help but notice how close he’s sitting now. “because i’m sure someone else would love the chance to—”

“ugh, please.” you cut him off, trying to brush it off. “i don’t need some random guy to be interested.”

he smirks, clearly not buying it. “really? sounds like you do.”

you bite your lip, trying to hold onto your patience, but it’s slipping through your fingers. you know he’s teasing, and usually, you’d laugh it off, but tonight feels different. there’s a tension in the air that you can’t ignore, something that’s been building for years. frustration bubbles up inside you, and before you can stop yourself, the words spill out.

“cheol, i like you, okay?” you blurt out, your voice trembling slightly, surprised by how easily it all comes rushing out.

he pauses, his eyes narrowing slightly as he processes your words. there’s a moment of silence, and you feel like you’re about to suffocate under the weight of it. his gaze flickers to your face, then down to your hands, then back to your eyes, as if trying to figure out what’s really going on.

“wait,” he says slowly, his tone less playful and more cautious now. “you’re not drunk, are you? had drinks or something when you were out?”

you quickly shake your head, trying to steady your breath. “no, i’m not drunk. i just—” but the words feel clumsy on your tongue, and suddenly, you’re unsure of how to take them back.

“i shouldn’t have said that,” you mutter, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. “this was stupid, i’m sorry. i don’t even know why i—”

you start rambling, trying to downplay the confession that’s just slipped out. each word feels like it’s digging you deeper, and you just want to take it all back. “i mean, i don’t even know what i was thinking—this is—god, i’m so—”

but before you can finish, seungcheol pushes himself off the couch and walks towards you, stopping just a few inches away. his eyes still lock on yours. the silence stretches, and you feel your heart race, your breath catching in your throat. you want to say something, to apologize again, but all the words are caught in your chest.

“stop,” he says softly, his voice low, but there’s an intensity in it that you can’t ignore.

you open your mouth, wanting to explain, to take back the awkward confession, but the words jumble in your mind. “it’s just… i didn’t want to make it weird, and now i’ve probably ruined everything—”

seungcheol doesn’t say anything, just watches you with an unreadable look in his eyes, waiting for you to stop rambling. you go on anyway, trying to explain yourself, even though you can feel yourself getting more flustered with each passing second.

before you can continue, he steps forward, his hand gently cupping your face, cutting off your words. you freeze, eyes wide, but before you can process anything, his lips crash onto yours, effectively silencing you.

the kiss is deep and urgent, like he’s been holding back too. your brain barely registers what’s happening as your hands instinctively move to his chest, but the tension that had been building between you both for so long snaps. everything goes quiet in your mind, and for the first time tonight, all the chaos and nerves fall away, replaced by the heat of his kiss.

the kiss lingers for a moment, intense and raw, as if neither of you wants to pull away. your breath mingles with his, the world around you blurring until there’s only the feeling of him so close, so real. your heart pounds in your chest, each beat echoing in your ears, and you can feel the tension in his body as he holds you just a bit tighter, as if he’s afraid you might slip away.

when he finally pulls back, you’re left breathless, your forehead resting against his as you both try to catch your breath. his hands are still on you, one gently holding your face, the other resting on your hip, grounding you.

“you really don’t make things easy, do you?” he murmurs, his voice a little hoarse, the teasing edge back in his tone, but it’s softer now, more affectionate.

you don’t trust yourself to speak right away. all the words that had been stuck in your chest before are now lost, replaced by the overwhelming feeling of him so close, his touch still lingering on your skin. instead, you look up at him, meeting his eyes, trying to make sense of everything, but before you can say anything, he smiles slightly, a genuine, soft expression.

“i didn’t realise how much i liked you until you told me about that guy,” he admits, brushing his thumb over your cheek gently. “i was too stupid to notice.”

you dont get to reply because his hand moves down your back, pulling you closer, your chest pressed against his. the room feels warmer now, charged with something you can't ignore. your hands find their way to his chest, pushing lightly at first, unsure if you should pull away or let it happen. but he doesn't give you that chance.

his lips return to yours, but this time, there's more urgency in it, his kiss deepening as his tongue brushes against yours. you let out a soft sigh, the tension that's been building between you two for what feels like forever finally snapping. he groans, his hand moving to your neck, holding you in place as he deepens the kiss further. the heat between you both grows, and you can feel every inch of him pressing against you, making your pulse quicken.

seungcheol's voice is low, almost a whisper as he takes a step back, hands resting on your waist, grounding you both. "do you want to keep going?" he asks.

you nod, your heart racing, but your mind is clear. “yes.”

he doesn't say anything more, just nods and gently takes your hand, leading you through the apartment. when you get to your room, he lays you down on the bed gently, his hands never leaving you.

seungcheol hovers over you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation, any sign that you’re unsure. you can feel his body close to yours, the warmth radiating off him. “are you sure?”

“yes, cheol.” you let out a light laugh, pulling him closer. “im sure.”

his lips trail down your jaw, each kiss softer than the last before he moves to your neck, his teeth grazing slightly over the skin. you let out a soft sigh once he pulls back after reaching where your shirt starts. before he can say anything, you’re reaching for the hem of your shirt, pulling the fabric over your head.

seungcheol takes a moment, his gaze lingering on you before meeting your eyes again.

“you’re so beautiful,” he says, unclasping your bra and slipping it off. “god.”

his hands find their way to your pants as he trails kisses down your chest, each one growing more desperate as his lips move lower. the warmth of his breath against your skin sends a shiver through you, and you can feel your heart race with every gentle press of his lips.

eventually, he pulls your pants off, discarding them somewhere on the floor behind him. “please.” you breathe out

“hmm?” he responds, his fingers slipping just under the band of your panties. “what do you want, baby?”

“need you inside me, please.”

he glances down at you, lips twitching up into a smirk. “patience.”

“no, no, no— cheol, please—” you whimper out.

“don’t worry, you’ll get what you want.” he cuts you off, pressing a light kiss to your collarbone.

when he finally stops teasing you and pulls your panties down, tossing them god knows where, you’re already a mess underneath him. every nerve in your body is on edge, anticipation building as he slides two fingers through your folds. “fuck, you’re soaking wet for me, baby.” a low groan escapes his lips, his restraint wavering as he fights to hold himself back.

he slowly pushes one finger into your pussy, giving you a moment to relax before he adds another and starts to curl them into all the right places.

“cheol!” your head falls back against the pillow, hand going to grab his wrist for some sort of stability.

“yeah, you like that?”

you’re already so close — just from the way his fingers move inside you, hitting every spot that sends sparks shooting througu your body.

you nod over and over again, hips rising to match the rhythm of his movements. “don’t stop— fuck— please, im so close.” 

your breath hitches, and you clutch at his arm, desperate for grounding as the sensations overwhelm you. every stroke of his fingers feels like its pulling you closer to the brink, and the tension in your body winds tighter with each passing second. “please—” the word slips out as a whisper, barely audible. your legs start to shake, the pleasure coursing through you almost too much to bear.

before you can even warn seungcheol, you’re coming undone all over his fingers, hips bucking up at the same time.

“god, thats so hot.” he mutters, but you’re too out of it to know if its to you or himself.

"you alright?" seungcheol asks softly, his hand resting on your hip as he looks down at you with concern. his touch is gentle, almost hesitant, as if he's checking for any sign of discomfort.

you nod, your breath still ragged, a soft smile tugging at your lips. "yeah, i'm good. just... didn't expect that." your voice is breathy, the lingering effects of the moment still making your body tingle.

seungcheol smirks, clearly pleased with the reaction. "you sure you're not too overwhelmed?" he teases, his hand moving to brush a strand of hair out of your face.

you laugh softly, the sound shaky but genuine. "im fine" you reply, looking up at him with a playful glint in your eye. "was that your way of saying you like me too?"

“it was.” he smirks, eyes locking onto yours. “think you can go for one more round?”

he really is going to be the death of you.

[casscainmainly]

if you had a graph with the x axis being from "doesn't view batman as a father" to "views batman as a father" and y axis being from "doesn't view bruce as a father" to "views bruce as a father", where would you put each batkid?

btw, i love your recent metas <3

This is such an interesting ask!! Here's my rendition of it:

I'm going to add a little reasoning because these are contestable!

Dick: I personally don't think Dick separates Bruce from Batman the way some other Batkids do. Even if he did, Dick has been with Bruce so long, is so steeped in both his vigilante and civilian lives, that he's Bruce's son in any identity. Their bond transcends any 'Bruce vs. Batman' division.

Tim: Similarly, I don't think Tim separates Bruce/Batman, especially since he came into his life knowing both identities. The reason he's lower than Dick is because Bruce wasn't his dad originally; I'm a little biased since I'm now reading Batman: Contagion, but the presence of Jack Drake in much of Tim's tenure as Robin prevents Tim from being as strongly attached to 'Bruce/Batman = dad' as Dick.

Cass: Of course Cass separates Bruce and Batman very clearly, as she does with many people, such as herself and Babs as Oracle. For the early part of their relationship she didn't know Bruce, nor did she care; Batman is her father, Bruce is just the guy Batman happens to be sometimes. (I think this is less true recently, but she still thinks of Batman first and Bruce second).

Damian: Struggled with him because he definitely thinks of Bruce as his dad under any name, but I do think it's Batman that matters to him. He is the 'blood son' but it's the Robin mantle that establishes his relationship to Bruce (Robin, Son of Batman, not Damian, son of Bruce). This may have changed recently with the current Batman and Robin run, but for the majority of Damian's time I think it's fair to say he thought of himself as the son of Batman, not Bruce. (He is not anti Bruce though, which is why he's not that low).

Jason: Jason for sure thinks of Bruce as his dad - the entirety of UtRH wouldn't have happened if Jason didn't believe to his core that Bruce loved him as a son. That belief is so strong that Bruce overshadows Batman, in a way. Jason spars with Batman on the moral front, but his conflict is ultimately always with Bruce, which is the name he consistently uses in UtRH. This is the one I'm least sure about though because I've not read lots of Jason's runs.

Stephanie: Like Cass, Stephanie didn't know Bruce at all, so a lot of her relationship to him is Batman-only. She definitely doesn't think of either Bruce or Batman as a father - her desire for Batman's approval has shades of him being a father-figure, but it never goes as far as an actual desire for a father-daughter relationship. The only reason she's higher than Duke is because of the somewhat complicated way he echoes a father (and she, to Bruce, echoes Jason).

Duke: Duke doesn't really care about Bruce, and he cares about Batman only as a mentor. He basically tells Bruce he's only useful as Batman; even then, Duke doesn't have a super deep emotional attachment to Batman. He also loves Doug, who's still alive (though MIA), and wouldn't replace him in any scenario. He explicitly calls Batman a 'mentor' and 'friend'.

These are just my takes, I'm sure there are other interpretations of every single one of these. It's one of those questions that highly depends on your preferred dynamics for the characters, where canon can go either way. Even if this is horribly incorrect, I hope it was interesting! Thanks for the ask <3.

[tinyluvs]

⁺‧₊˚ lazy gillplay 𖤐 swiss&rain ˚₊‧⁺

❥ summary; swiss plays with and shotguns from rain’s gills :))) ❥ warnings; gillplay, smoking, they’re both high, fun happens ❥ authors note; i don’t know if i still like this but anyways :333 ❥ wc; 2.6k ₊˚⊹♡⁺‧₊˚𖤐 read on ao3; ˗ˏˋ ꒰꒰ here !! ꒱꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𖤐˚₊.⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

it’s no secret that rain is gorgeous, terribly angelic considering he’s hellspawn. he knows it, everybody knows it but swiss really knows it as rain sits in his lap, straddling him, his thighs pressing into swiss’ waist. rain’s wearing one of his shirts, slightly oversized on his smaller frame causing the hem to brush over his thighs, just below where his boxers end 

the neckline falls to one side, leaving rain’s gills exposed, ready to be kissed and bitten and swiss cannot wait. rain tilts his head to the side, his gills fluttering gently as they open. his dark curls fall in front of his eyes with gravity as he looks down at the joint between his fingers 

“if you want to do this, i’m going to need a lighter,” rain hums, his eyes flickering up to look at swiss through his long lashes. a smirk pulls at rain’s lips as he catches swiss in one of his favorite acts, staring at him, “or, are you just going to keep staring?”

swiss blinks at rain as he leans in, his hand reaching up to hold swiss’ jaw. he gets close, brushes his lips right over swiss’, a threat of a kiss is all it is as he pulls back when swiss tilts his chin up, trying to chase rain as he leaves but rain holds his jaw a little tighter, “lighter,” he quips, holding his free hand out in the space between them

with an over exaggerated huff, swiss leans to the side, his hand braced on rain’s hip to stop him sliding straight off of his lap. his free hand reaches for his lighter, swiping it from the top of his nightstand, “here,” he continues to huff with a playful roll of his eyes as he drops the lighter into rain’s hand 

rain hums and swoops in for a kiss, the one he stole from swiss a moment ago, “thank you,” he mumbles against swiss’ lips before sitting back on the multi ghoul’s thighs. swiss straightens, leans back against his headboard and rolls his hips up, trying to get comfortable, “careful,”

as swiss moves, rain bounces lightly in his lap, his ass grinding over swiss’ semi hard cock, which had chubbed up the second rain had sat down on top of him. rain is in no better condition though, his stiff cock tenting in his boxers. neither of them are in any particular rush to do anything about it though

“sorry,” swiss chuckles, not at all sorry as his cock jerks against the swell of rain’s ass. rain knows he’s not sorry, his head shaking a bit as he looks down to his hands, one holding the joint and the other flicking the lighter, there’s a quiet metallic grinding sound as he does it, “light it,”

the water ghoul doesn't very much like being told what to do, so, he rises up onto his knees and then drops his weight back down onto swiss, making the ghoul under him huff out a small, oof, his breath punching out of his lungs but rain grins unapologetically and swiss can’t find it in himself to be mad 

between them, an orange flame burns as rain flicks the lighter to life. the joint hangs from his lips, waggling slightly as he brings the flame closer to scorch the end of the paper. he rolls the joint over the flame, evenly burning the tip all the way around before pulling it away from his lips and tucking it between his fingers 

“ready to see it?” rain asks slowly, tilting his head from one side to the other, a silly display of showing off his gills, as close to a mating dance as he can get. the three little slits on either side of his neck flutter as he breathes, partially hidden by paper thin skin that stretches taut as his head rolls 

swiss’ hand slides up rain’s body, fingers dancing the line of his collarbone and the further upwards, loosely wrapping around the bottom of his neck,  “go on,” swiss whispers, tapping his fingertips over his gills gently. he watches in anticipation as rain brings the joint back to his lips and starts to inhale 

and then, it happens. as rain sucks in his breath, taking the smoke back into his throat and lungs, the smoke starts to spiral gently out between his gills. milky tendrils of smoke curl around swiss’ fingers where they hover mere centimetres away from rain’s skin 

“unholy shit,” swiss whispers, his eyes flickering from rain’s neck, to his face and then back again. he’s never seen anything like it and he needs to see it again, “do it again,”

“c’mere then,” rain whispers back, leaning into swiss until their chests are pressed together. his free hand slides into swiss’ hair, fingers twisting and pulling, guiding swiss head to his neck, “suck,”

swiss makes a little choked sound and his cock fills out fully underneath rain, just the thought of it all getting him hot and bothered, “you’re sure?” he asks

rain hums an, uh huh, his hand holding swiss close to his neck and his other bringing the joint to his lips once more. he inhales, just as he did before and swiss waits 

when the smoke starts to pour out from his gills, rain pulls swiss in, his head tipping back as swiss attaches his lips to his neck, open mouthed and slotting over as much of rain’s gills as he can before he sucks, hard

“fuck,” rain sighs, smoke billowing out of his mouth as he talks. between the smoke trickling out and swiss’ soft lips against his neck, it tickles, in the best way possible. it’s a feeling rain isn’t sure he could ever describe to someone, all he knows is, it feels good 

eventually swiss pulls away from rain’s neck, slumping back against the headboard of his bed. he smiles, all fang, and then blows smoke over rain’s face, watching as the water ghouls eyes flutter shut, his lashes tickling his cheeks 

“like that?” swiss asks, a little breathless. something flickers in his eyes, lust, rain thinks and he would be absolutely right. swiss is looking at him like he’s the only being to ever exist, placed purposely in swiss’ life just for this 

rain leans, taps ash into the little plate on swiss’ nightstand, “exactly like that, feels s’good,” rain mumbles, scratching his blunt nails against swiss’ scalp, “again, please,”

at risk of whining, rain doesn’t ask further. instead, he rolls his hips, slow and languid, lazy in it’s purpose. his ass grinds just right over swiss’ erection, the soft swell of his ass cushioning around swiss 

swiss moans, one of his hands settling on rain’s waist, his thumb rubbing over the front of rain’s hipbone, all the way down over his boxers, conveniently avoiding rain’s cock, even though it twitches with excitement when he gets close 

before rain can continue to smoke, swiss leans in and licks slowly over one side of his neck, tongue dragging over sensitive skin. rain gasps, his breath hitching in his throat as warm wetness coats his skin. the tip of swiss’ tongue glides over his gills, barely dipping underneath the surface but rain moans like he’s done something filthy anyway

“smoke, before it burns out,” swiss hums against his neck, pulling away just enough to swap to the other side. rain nods, almost in time with the beating ache in his cock, while bringing the joint back to his lips 

and so, rain smokes. with each inhale, swiss follows a second later, pulling smoke from between his gills before it can travel to his lungs. in the silence of swiss’ room, rain starts to pant, shallow breaths as he takes a short break from smoking

“swiss,” he whimpers, tapping ash away before it can fall onto swiss’ stomach. the multi ghoul hums and then gets curious. smoke fills his cheeks and instead of letting it mix with the already foggy room, he leans back in 

his lips part gently and then, he blows, pushes the smoke he’s just extracted from rain’s body, right back in. rain chokes, his chest heaves and his fingers sink into swiss’ biceps, trying his best not to burn him with the joint 

“fuh-fuck,” rain grits his teeth, smoke spills from his mouth and his hips stutter, an uneven movement over swiss’ lap that makes both ghouls groan, “please, fuck, please do it again,” 

“entertain me first,” swiss lulls, his body sagging backwards just slightly. slowly, his fingers trail down rain’s jaw until they’re at his chin, fingertips pulling his bottom lip down “open, pretty boy, get them nice and wet for me,”

rain’s jaw drops, his tongue lolling out of his mouth at swiss’ request, never one to deny another ghoul anything. swiss slips his fingers in and then presses down on rain’s tongue, dragging over his tastebuds 

swiss watches rain close his mouth around his fingers, feels rain’s tongue swirling around, figures of eight around the two digits in his mouth. and then painfully slowly, rain slides down, past swiss’ knuckles until he’s gagging, though he will blame that on his mouth being dry

slipping his fingers free of rain’s wet, hot mouth, swiss starts to drag them across his cheeks, inching closer to his neck whilst leaving glistening trails of spit across his skin. carefully his fingers slide over rain’s gills, teasing and threatening to slip beneath the surface 

“do it,” rain whispers, swallowing thickly. he brings the half smoked joint to his lips and that starts a domino effect of things. he inhales, pulling smoke into his throat and as he does, swiss doubles down.

on one side of rain’s neck, he sucks, shotgunning smoke that makes his head fuzzy in all the right ways. on the other side his spit soaked fingers press under the slit in the centre. it’s gentle, tentative, swiss just allowing rain to make room for him and he does, his body submits immediately. swiss’ fingertips dip under the thin skin and into his gills, the slits widening to accommodate him. 

“oh,” rain whines pathetically, his cock spits a steady stream of pre into his boxers, soaking a large wet patch into the front of the fabric, “oh, swiss,” the marijuana swims through his system nicely now, his body feels heavy, leaning further and further against swiss as the drug continues to take it’s hold over him 

the haze is also spreading through swiss now too, so, he takes the joint from rain’s between fingers and presses it between his own lips. swiss inhales hard, fills his cheeks and throat with smoke and then drops the rest of the joint into the ashtray 

swiss is everywhere, all around rain, drowning him, which is ironic since rain can’t drown but right now, it feels like a very real possibility. swiss leans in close and parts his lips over rain’s gills, blowing smoke while his free hand starts to travel down rain’s body. he suddenly feels like doing something about the problem they’re having 

“ah!,” rain cries, tilting his head back to let the smoke being blown through his gills, out. it spirals up and out between his lips. his fingers thread into the back of swiss’ hair and hold him there

rolling his hips, rain starts to grind, desperate little humps of his hips over swiss’ cock. his own cock wags between his thighs, so hard he’s pulling his boxers away from his skin but that, thankfully, gives swiss an easy way in. his warm fingers tease at rain’s wet tip, swirling over his slit until his fingers are sticky

“fuck, you’re so hot, letting me do this to you,” swiss moans, unlatching from rain’s neck for all of a second. his fingers slip out of his gills and then back in, there’s a slick wet squelch as he does it, a sick little display 

“yeah?” rain whines high, his words slipping off into just a sound as swiss, finally, wraps a hand around his cock. swiss slides his fist up and down, lazy and slow, letting rain roll his hips and fuck through his fist as he pleases 

underneath rain’s ass, swiss’ cock jerks and throbs, rain can feel it through the two layers of clothing separating them and swiss, poor swiss, doesn’t have a hand to spare, one at rain’s neck, the other around his cock. so, it’s only right that rain helps him out 

he pushes up onto his knees, just enough to slide one of his own hands underneath him, cupping his palm right over the tent swiss’ cock is making in his pants and then, he sits back down and the response it elicits, is exactly what rain was looking for 

swiss moans loudly, no shame in the way his lips part and the sound he makes bleeds through rain’s gills, vibrating through rain’s throat the same way it does his. his hips buck up, grinding the sticky head of his cock up into rain’s hand. neither of them will last long, too high to even consider holding out as they hump and grind, using each other for all they're worth.

rain’s head starts to feel heavy, his neck not strong enough to keep it from wobbling. he sways left, coaxes swiss’ fingers further past his gills which makes him yelp, his eyes pinching shut as bliss spreads through his body. then, he sways right, presses his neck further into swiss’ mouth and multi ghoul takes his chance. 

the tip of swiss’ tongue flicks at one of rain’s gills and then without hesitation, slips just underneath the thin sensitive skin, “o-oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” rain whines, his hips speeding up, the slick sound that happens when his cock slides through swiss’ fist speeds up too

“that’s the plan, c’mon, give it to me,” swiss huffs, tilting his head to graze his fangs over rain’s neck, nibbling and worrying thin skin between them as he works his way down and then back up.  

rain makes a little, ah, ah, ah, sound as everything starts to feel sensitive. the head of cock squeezing through swiss’ fist, sensitive. his gills, whether they’re being fingered open or licked and nibbled, feel sensitive but all on the right side, all of it making his cock pulse, “it’s gonna, i’m gon-, fuck,” rain rambles, tears springing to his eyes “gonna cum,”

swiss smirks, rain feels it against his neck and then he starts to buck up and as rain gently squeezes at his cock, on purpose or because his entire body stiffens as he cums, swiss can’t decide but it forces his orgasm out of him regardless 

“oh fuck,” is the only warning swiss can get out before his cock jerks, shooting his load over the inside of his pants, dripping through the fabric and soaking rain’s palm just as rain’s cock pulses and follows, cum dribbling and erupting from his tip, running in thick steady drips down his length and over swiss’ fist 

a hiss escapes rain when everything becomes too much, prompting swiss to pull away. his fingers and tongue gently slip free from rain, leaving the water ghoul feeling empty, he places a wet kiss at the front of rain’s throat before he slumps though, properly laying back against his headboard while rain pants, a stray tear dripping from his cheek

“we’re so doing that again,” rain mumbles eventually, leaning over to grab at the solitary water bottle on swiss’ nightstand. his mouth and throat are beyond dry, feeling scratchy as he tries to swallow. he sips slowly, half lidded eyes raking over swiss, who smiles lazily at him

“yeah, we are,” he finally agrees with a breathy chuckle. rain smiles when he finishes drinking and then leans forward gently, reaching up to tilt swiss’ chin back enough for him to pour water into his mouth, “right now?” swiss teases after he swallows, waggling his eyebrows at rain, fingers pinching at his waist 

“fuck off,”

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[buddiekinard]

a thing because i keep thinking about lou's naked body and i can't stop thinking about mpreg .....don't look at me..... This is just in my head and sometimes it's gotta get out. I am not starting another wip on tumblr. I am not.

Tommy turns off his truck outside of Eddie's house. He'd gone by the station first, but Evan is apparently off today. He wasn't at the loft either. Tommy could just call him, but this isn't a phone call conversation. This is a face to face in person conversation.

He sees Evan's jeep in the drive way, so at least he won't have to ask Eddie where Evan is. He hasn't talked to Eddie in over a month either.

He wonders if Eddie's decorated for Christmas. He doesn't know what's going on with Eddie and Christopher. He supposes that's what happens when you break up with your friend's best friend. They kind of aren't your friend anymore. (Not that Tommy had tried to contact him, either, even though he had texted him, once, the morning after he'd broken up with Evan.)

He grips the steering wheel and lets out a slow breath before getting out of his truck. He passes Evan's jeep on his walk up the drive and almost turns and runs back to his truck. Evan would never know he was here. He could keep his secret, figure out what to do on his own. Evan would never have to know.

Evan probably doesn't want anything to do with Tommy, and Tommy can't blame him. He'd run instead of talking, but then. Evan had jumped head first in to move in with me without talking, too. So he's trying not to blame himself too much.

He's just about to ring the buzzer when the door swings open and Evan is standing in front of him, box in his hand.

"Tommy? Wh-what are you doing here?"

"Would you believe me if I said looking for you?"

"How did you know I was here?"

"Well, you weren't at the station or at home, so I thought I'd try Eddie's." Tommy tries to remind himself why he's here, so he doesn't cut and run again. He knows this man has the power to break his heart, and it's a hart power for him to give up.

"You could have called me instead of driving all over the city?"

He pushes past Tommy with the box in hand and drops it in the back of Eddie's truck.

"This isn't a phone conversation."

"I spent two weeks doing nothing but try to talk to you." Evan turns to go back inside and then Eddie walks past with a duffle and tosses it in the passenger seat.

"Tommy? Hey, what are you doing here?" Eddie looks between them, raises an eyebrow at Evan in question, and then turns to give Tommy a skeptical look.

"It's fine, Eddie. I'm fine." Evan looks back at Tommy. "If you want to talk to me you can follow me inside. I have another suitcase to bring out.

"Is Eddie leaving?"

"No, but he's going to El Paso for a while." Evan picks up a suitcase. "You have really great timing."

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry for your timing? Sorry for breaking my heart to save your own? Which one is it?"

"Evan, can you stop for two seconds?"

Evan stops walk and drops his shoulders to look at Tommy. His face crumbles a bit, and Tommy can see he's not angry. There's something behind his eyes that says he's trying not to break. Tommy understands. He's felt that way for a month.

"I've stopped what do you need?"

"Maybe not here."

"Look, this is where we are, and Eddie is leaving today, so I'm not going anywhere, so you can talk to me here or we can meet later."

"Evan - "

"I miss you." Evan says. "I'm glad you're calling me Evan. It felt like a knife to the gut when you called me Buck." He sits down on Eddie's couch, slumping into it a little. "Sit."

Tommy does as Evan says.

"What's going on, Tommy? I'll listen." "Evan, I have to tell you something."

"I get that. What is it, Tommy?"

"I - " Tommy feels like he should run. Maybe running was always the right choice.

"Tommy." Evan rests his hand on Tommy's thigh. It's just a soft gesture. Tommy missed touching Evan. He's not mad at it. "What is it? You're not dying, are you?"

"I'm pregnant, Evan."

"Uh - " Their heads snap behind them to find Eddie standing there. "Right, I'm going to just, uh. I'm gonna go to the kitchen. Right. Coffee for the road."

Eddie disappears into the next room.

Tommy looks over at Evan, and he's just staring, not saying anything.

[thesummerstorms]

Okay, so kind of spitballing off of the excellent ideas expressed in this post but also something I have been thinking about.

Lucanis at least canonically has never met Rook de Riva.* However, it might be something of an open secret that Viago has a favorite. The game never uses the word "protégé" like fandom does to the best of my knowledge, but if he cared enough to exile Rook and then be visibly upset by it for an entire year, there were probably signs before hand for those paying attention.

And Lucanis has been paying attention, enough to routinely banter with Rook de Riva about Viago and his behaviors. It stands to reason, then, that he would at least know of Viago's favorite, even if they haven't met.

It's also very possible, however, that by the time Rook is exiled , Lucanis is either already boarding the ship to Tevinter or already captured by the Venatori. We don't know the exact timeline, but both are described as happening about "a year" ago. So if Lucanis was captured before Rook was disgraced then he would have no reason to know of Rook's more dubious status at the time of the ossuary rescue.

My Rook, Arsinoë de Riva, is a mage specifically. It my headcanon Lucanis doesn't magically find his old weapons during his escape attempt; Rook is sent in with extra knives for him to fight his way out with. Specifically House de Riva and House Dellamorte weaponry, to prove her identity and claims.

So when Rook finds him in the Ossuary and offers him those weapons for his defense while calling herself a Crow? Shortly after she's exhibited her spellblade abilities?

Lucanis manages to clock her identity ask for her real name. And the fact that she's there reinforces that it wasn't Viago who sold him out. She could have stolen his House's weaponry, theoretically, or House de Riva could be playing a doublecross because as much he hates to suspect Viago and Teia he's had a year to ruminate and second guess.

But Viago would never risk his favorite by sending her to make the double cross against the First Talon's House directly. Much less would he send his favorite student, a talented mage, to eliminate a mage-killer. Viago doesn't take those kind of gambles with anything he isn't prepared to lose.

The assumption might be more reaching after Rook's exile, but he doesn't know that. Rook de Riva's presence, mage knife and all, is a reassurance, if an unintended one. If this is real, if this isn't some final desperate hallucination, then it really is a rescue. For this much at least, he can trust Rook and her companion.

*(I know many people headcanon otherwise, but that's the general set up.)

[witches-dream]

The trailer is just. Gorgeous. In every way. The feeling of dizziness, infinity and confusion it gives is impeccable, i love the way everything flows together, i love the gorgeous 3d models and the horror of not really knowing what's real and what's fake. And ofc Japanese Shmilk is ohhhh my god 😳😳😳

Ok so pv doesn't appear to be going alone, he's accompanied by GingerBrave, Strawberry and Wizard who appear a bunch of times, and White Lily, who in pretty sure only appears in the beginning. But in a lot of scenes pv is alone, making me think that he's gonna get separated from the rest after some point.

With the epic releases we've had accompanying the beast and awakened ancient releases, there's been a pattern of the first epic being someone who's on the beasts side and second being someone who's on the ancients side. It's only happened twice though so both of Shmilks epics might be on his side tho. The cookie with dark hair gives me butler vibes. The one with white hair looks like the type of character who appears cute and sweet, but it's secretly fucked up, sorta like Haetae. That's all i can say about them for now

Other than that, the rest of my thoughts are pretty scattered, so let's see

1. Love the music

2. Love the chess and the taro cards and the circus and the eyes theming. Not enough mirrors tho

3. Love whatever the hell this thing is

I really really hope we get some answers about either Blueberry Yogurt Academy or Dark Moon Magic, ideally both, which is what i think this is about

4. This Cookie reminds me of Crimson Moon Acolyte but i may be tripping lol

5. If anyone still had doubts about whether we were gonna get glimpses of pre corrupt Shmilk, i think it's pretty obvious now that we are

6. If this update doesn't make pv's character any more interesting to me I'm gonna be sad (i think he's boring)

7. Again. Where the heck White Lily gone

She appears at the start a couple of times, but the very next scene after the puppeteer one, she's gone. She also doesn't appear in later instances of the rest of the gang appearing, then running up the stairs, getting sucked into the nefarious vortex and on the chess scene. I wonder if Shmilks gonna gaslight pv about that, knowing how important she is to him. Plus Blueberry Yogurt Academy connection again

8. THE STAIRS. I've been listening to Stairwell by Nick Lutsko religiously waiting for this update you don't know how happy i am to see the goddamn stairs. This song to me is from Shmilks pov, singing about pv and "she" is Lily

9. Since when is Shmilk snake-coded. I'm living for it tho

10. I just realized i think the reflection is showing a Shmilkified version of pv. New costume anybody? (Don't have too many hopes for this tho lol)

11. The title screen, again, is gorgeous, probably one of my all-time favorites

So what can we see here? Once again, like with the other beast updates, the presence of the beast is overwhelming, and the hero appears small and insignificant. We can expect this turning the other way around in the second half of the update, though i imagine it will be a bigger change than with Mystic Flour/Dark Cacao and Burning Spice/Golden Cheese. Simply because i can't see pv being in the same position as sm here tbh

We only see one of the new cookies? Where's the second one?

There's cutouts of the other ancients in the picture (and they appear elsewhere in the trailer too) which makes me think that, just like Shmilk compares pv to his past self, he's gonna do that shit about the other ancients too. Just to say like ohhh you have this potential to become evil too you know, all of you.

My theory from a while ago was that Shmilk was gonna show pv the past of the beasts, showing that they too were good and driven by a desire to help others and spread kindness, which could make pv sympathize, because he's a softie like that. Which would then either corrupt pv or make him want to try to "redeem" the beasts and want to help them, which the beasts could obviously abuse. From The devs pov, that's a good way to hype the fans and tease pre-corruption costumes, which i think are 100% coming at some point. (Btw i don't think the coty costume Mystic is gonna get will be her pre-corrupt one, simply because i think that's planned regardless. She's gonna get a different, unique one. Plus, coty costumes are legendaries I'm pretty sure, and i think pre-corrupt costumes are gonna be epics, maybe specials, but deffo not legendaries. Watch me be wrong tho). Similarly to how Dark Cacao got so miserably helpless in his story and Golden Cheese was so physically and mentally drained in hers, i think Vanilla will be in a similar state before awakening too, but he's gonna have to break out of the illusions Shmilk feeds him, so maybe like. He's gonna get very very close to corrupting as a result of Shmilks influence. I hope I'm making sense here lol

12. Last thing i think. The decor set is gonna be sick

[miitarashi]

Your choice whether you want to do this, might be a little weird or confusing but, could you do headcannons about what being with the different Tintin versions would be like (like, Speilberg Tintin, Jean Pierre Talbot Tintin or 2d Tintin or whatever, depends on who you want to include). Comparing what they would be like since they are all the same guy but kinda different at the same time. It's up to you whether you involve nsfw or not, I don't mind either way 😊

Since it's his birthday,why not?

Prompt: what being with Tintin's different versions would be like. (It's a very long reading,reeaall long so be aware)

[Name] = your name (neutral)

Tintin 1991

♤ This little boy right here,will be a handful.

♤ First,the start of your relationship almost didn't happened. Not that he's clueless,it just didn't registered on his mind at the time because or he was investigating something (dragging you and Haddock along) or he was running from someone (also dragging you along)

♤ When you guys finally started dating a few things changed.

♤ You probably is his first partner so he'll lean on you to learn since dating life never was a topic he knew much. Not naive,just not used to the idea.

♤ He kept dragging you along,this would never change,although he grow a tad bit more aware of you there. If it's too dangerous he would try to make you stay,but if you two were together is because or you are as reckless as him or the reasonable person who follow to make sure he get back in one piece.

♤ Getting you involved is his little way of showing affection (also because he doesn't want to leave you at home waiting for him for God knows how long)

♤ The 91 Tintin has more like a quality time and giving gifts as a love language.

♤ He always liked your presence,but now it got more significant. You were his partner,he loved you and wanted to be with you. Not that he follows you around,he just sees you in the living room,walks all the way there,sits, and keeps doing whatever he is doing, but now in the same place you are. Being honest,you just staying there even help him to concentrate more.

♤ He almost don't have time for himself since he's always running after something,so just having you in the same place without the need to talk,just being there is his favorite way of using the little time he have.

♤ About dates. He prefers simple things at best. Since his life is already a roller-coaster, moments of peace are precious, but with you, it became special. Walking on a park,having dinner at a local restaurant, and taking a stroll late at night. Just you,him, and the comfortable silence sooth all his worries in seconds, making him forget everything and get lost on his little world with you.

♤ What he like the most on you - your hair.

Short,long,curly or straight. Bro couldn't care less.

It's mostly because one time you were really tired, and Tintin offered for you to take a break. You nod and he took the books from your hands but before he could get up to put them back on the shelf,your head drop on his lap and you had fallen into a deep sleep right there and then. He got a bit surprised but also happy that you trusted him this much. He pulled your head in a comfortable position on his lap,moving your hair from your face and almost naturally,his fingers just combing through your hair in a soft caress. Since then,doing it has become one of his favorites.

♤ the gifts? "I saw it, and it reminds me of you"

A flower,sweets or food,a book,a scarf, or just a souvenir about something you were talking about. He's a good listener, so receiving gifts about a topic you really like isn't uncommon, but since he does it suddenly,it's always a delightful surprise. (Also,I don't know, but maybe even a rock if it reminds him of you. You probably have a small collection of them at this point)

♤ Petnames and touches.

I don't see him using one or at least not every time. Your name is a beautiful endering term itself. Why use another? But if you want,probably "love" at best.

Holding hands>>>>

He really loves to just hold and interwine your fingers or when you wrap your arm around his and leaning your head on his shoulder while walking together never fail to make his heart beat a little faster.

☆ Jokes on him completely. He tried to plan a date to,maybe,happen your first kiss, although everything that shouldn't happen happened.

He got dragged into a mess that Rastapopoulos has made yet again and,like always,he was in the wrong place at the wrong time and with you nonetheless. Ah,another classic adventure where you was dragged along again,but this time, he was determined to make it enjoyable and fun just like the date he planed! .

And then it begins,the running after a clue of where rastapopoulos is,hiding from the police because he was being accused of stealing something,followed by the Thompsons brothers who were hired to track him and you and to avoid them? Disguises, of course! Changing from one another every time you two were found was pure fun with the last one being an old couple from the nearest house you two could find.

"Good evening, mister and miss. Sorry for interrupting, but have you two saw a young boy with a quiff and a distinguished person by his side,perhaps?" — the Thompsons asked.

"Boy with a quiff, you say? Dear,have you seen anything?" — you questioned Tintin,who looked thoughtful through the window.

"Hmm,maybe honey...I guess.. they run to the left" — He pointed out. The Thompsons quickly thanked him and prepared to run toward the direction he said.

"Ah,your vision is not the same, dear. They run to the right." . "No, no honey,i'm pretty sure it was left." "No,it's was right." . "No,it was left"

"Ok,we know what to do. Dupond. " "Dupont."

They nod and take different directions,getting more lost than before making you two giggle while watching through the window.

"That's your date idea then?" — you tease,taking off the wig and glasses of the disguise.

"Maybe,is it good,love?" — he mused,taking some parts of the disguise as well. You smiled,taking his hand and encircling his arm around you,kissing his cheek.

"Aside from the running non-stop,it's being a really good time,dear." — his cheek grow slightly redder by the kiss,a soft smile made its way to his lips as he looked down at you. His hand reaches up,combing your hair back in an affectionate gesture,stopping at the back of your head while pulling you closer with the arm wrapped around you.

"It can always get better.." — comfort of your presence,your closeness and warmth gave the last push he needed to lean in,slowly to give you time to back away,but when you moved closer,he allowed himself to close his eyes and finally kiss you.

Tintin 1961/64

☆ This version is interesting.

☆ The 61 Tintin is somewhat more ""naive"". I don't know, but he give me this vibe.

☆ Like,if the 91 Tintin wasn't clueless,this one is. You know the type of friend that when someone see you two interact make them think you're dating but he just dismiss it with an polite smile? That's exactly how he is.

☆ Not that he didn't understand when he began to like you more than a friend,he just thought it would be better to not risk the friendship because he values you deeply. From time to time he end up going to the old man to ask for a few advices of how to deal with it without ending the friendship (not the best idea,Haddock's first words always was for him to just go for it)

☆ In the end,after a little pressure from our dearest Haddock, he finally gathered courage and asked you out on Valentine's Day ♡

☆ Dating life with 61 Tintin didn't change much from before.

☆ His love language is quality time as well,but also touch. He always have contact with you,not liking when he can't take you with him to an adventure but rest assure because everytime he can you will receive a call,even a letter if he can't call. Spending time with you is his favorite thing,mostly when you gush about your new interest having his full attention while also holding your hand,drawing circles on the back of it,completely engrossed on your words paying attention to your little excited squirms with a little grin. Poor boy is infatuated.

☆ Not gonna lie,when he finally had you as his partner,talking about you was the same as Aladdin talking about Jasmine. "I still can't understand how I got this lucky captain..they are funny,beautiful and their eyes!.. and,and how it light up when they talk..and!--". "For God's sake boy! I've understood it already since the fifth time you spoke about them!"

☆ The dates go from random trips to late at night movies.

☆ What he likes more about you - eyes.

The way it lights up when you speak about something you like,how you stare at him lovingly,the gleam when you get happy. Every little time get his heart beating faster since day one. Started with him finding your eyes beautiful to slowly loving it.

☆ Something specific about him is that he remembers every important day. Your birthday,your parents' birthday,any appointments. You didn't tell him? Jokes on you,he knows it anyway.

☆ Petnames and touch.

Going from calling you ''friend'' to "s/o" got he giddy. Sweetheart,honey,love you choose,he's just happy to be able to use those nicknames and hear them coming from your mouth when you call him. He's touchy,but not exactly clingy. Likes to hold your hand,caress your arms,rest a hand on your knees,but always respectful of your boundaries. If you don't feel like holding hands or touch at all, he will understand and resist the urge. ("Resist" because even if it's just the tip of his shoes or his pinky,he will still be touching you,but lightly)

☆ Now,a few different things about 64 Tintin compared to 61 version.

This one wouldn't be naive,not upfront about his feelings either, but he would try to see if you felt the same first before confessing. It's like the 61 version is him younger and more "teenager lover" while the 64 version is older and "mature" (oh wow,don't tell me). He's more aware of his actions, so he doesn't get too close to not trespass the friend zone without being sure of it.

☆ His love languages would still be quality time and touch,but now, also words of affirmation. When before he just admired your eyes and heard your rants,now he voices how much he loves when your face lights up with excitement,the little squirms he adores,how your messy bun is adorable and if he manage to make you blush it's an small victory,using just a tiny dose of his natural sass to tease before pulling you close for a hug.

☆ "Darling" became the main petname for him to call you. Still rant about you for whoever are willing to listen but more like thinking out loud than a dreamy tone like 61 would.

☆ Dates are a bit less random,he spends some time planning it to be a good time and memory for both of you.

☆ The first kiss was something that he was trying to plan but ended up happening spontaneously.

It was on one a stroll on the park after having dinner at your favorite restaurant. The silence of the city slowing down by the late hour embraced you two with a comfortable feeling. Tintin had one arm around you waist to keep you close and enjoy his warmth on the slightly cold night while walking together. His eyes focused on you like always,a soft smile as he tried to pay attention but couldn't help getting lost on your beautiful eyes,you features lightly illuminated by the soft light of the moon,your hair loose just enough to sway with the weak breeze. "Beautiful.." He thought. "Feels surreal..having someone like them this close,maybe I can.."

His arm pulled you closer,erasing any gap between you two,but he felt greedy. He needed more,more of you,wrap you fully with his body and keep you there,but he couldn't yet,the way home would take a while still for him to be able to cuddle with you. This is when his gaze falls lightly,your lips. Tintin's cheek got faintly painted with red, but before he could second guess himself,his steps stopped slowly, making you do the same with a small frown.

"Tintin,what's--" — you tralled off with his actions.

His hand moved to rest gently on your waist,the other cup your cheek with a reverent touch as he leaned his forehead against yours, making your heart race and cheeks flush with a soft tone of red.

"[Name]...can I kiss you,please..?" — he whispered,like if he was telling you a secret only you should hear and know.

Your eyes widen a little,surprised by the sudden request,looking back into his eyes that plead to you. You couldn't deny it,not when you had dreamed of it more than you cared to admit. Your small nod brought a smile to his lips.

"Thank you,darling" — he whispered lowly while leaning forward,kissing you with reverent love.

Tintin 2011

♧ The best for the last of course!

♧ This version is quite something.

♧ Not clueless,not naive, just...him. I have it in my mind (heart and soul) that's he's a Demi person. To feel attraction, he needs to really build a connection with you but have to be spontaneous,so much that he just noticed when he began to look forward to seeing you,talking to you,being with you, and you all know already.

♧ This one didn't have much of a problem to talk about what he was feeling. Obviously, he still felt nervous,but he already had this connection with you at this point and didn't want to mix things or live on the limb of "does they feel the same or not?". He was comfortable with you, so he just took a deep breath,gathered some courage, and spoke up. Friends or partners,having you either way is all he wanted.

♧ Having 2011 Tintin as a partner is,believe it or not,the most normal between those three.

You're probably his first as well and about romance. The only thing he got close to it was a book probably, but he's a quick learner. If you had other relationships through the time you two were friends,hearing your complaints or if you hadn't dated before and only talked about what you would like on a partner when you finally found one was a precious acknowledge he kept and used (not that he needed much,bro is already a perfect boyfriend material😌)

♧ Dating life is change here.

As a friend,he kept things as such. Mindful,respectful, and polite like with everyone else but now with this new level of intimacy he could be a little extra. Different from 61 and 91,he make you tag along because he trust your abilities,of course he still get worried but it's just normal,he doesn't stop you from coming,only when he's sure the danger is real bad.

♧ His main love languages are words of affirmation and touch. Quality time as well,but those two are what he does the most.

♧ A thing I just know for sure is that he really likes to pay attention to you. If you change you hair,even a little he'll compliment you. New style,skin care routine,the stimimg you do about something you like to talk,watch or read and etc,he commit every little thing to memory.

♧ The words of affirmation always come out like a loud thinking or an observation about something you do. Like,he'll watch for a while,smile to himself before speaking, "Your nose twitch when you're focused,it's absolutely endering." Never fail to get you flustered,great success. And if it's not enough..

♧ ✨️The eye contact✨️

He does it normally to anyone,but with you is something more meaningful. He's not only watching,his appreciating and admiring and a little something. This Tintin pass me the idea that letting his emotions real clear with words is not one of his strengths,so he tries his best to convey it through his gaze,that's why he hold the eye contact to make himself clear when he will compliment you.

♧ Dates are a mix of 91 and 64 versions.

He does like to plan it,but only when it's been a while since you guys go out because mostly,the dates are either on his apartment,your house, or Moulinsart. He cherishes much more those moments when it's just you and him spending time together like cooking,reading a book,playing with Milu and etc. To change a bit from the same old comes the planned or random dates,why random? It's just his luck. It can start with an evening strolling through the city doing some shopping and end with you two helping a person that just happened to be kidnapped not so far from where you both was,don't doubt it.

♧ What he like the most about you? Smile.

Plan and simple. Get him all warm inside and automatically bring a smile to his lips as well,what is a bit funny because it happens even with just a memory of it. Like a loose smile, you know?

♧ Petnames and touch.

Darling>>>>>>>

He prefers to offer his arm for you to hold when walking together. His touches are basically the same as the 61 version but less frequent,like not in a clingy manner, although he has this thing of touching when he speaks or explains something and always,I repeat,always ask before doing so. Even if you guys are dating for more than three years,he will still be asking if he can hug or cuddle with you (91 tintin does the same. And,although not clingy he have the same thing 61 have about this urge to be touching you even if slightly)

♧ The first kiss wasn't exactly planned but was on a planned date.

He was preparing for this dinner picnic on the weekend for a while now. Payed for some of your favorite snacks and sweets,champagne or juice if you wanted,even buyed a new blanket to use just for a little extra.

The night was smooth and great just how it should be,he was leaning on the nearby tree with your back against his chest,your eyes closed to fully enjoy the feeling of his arms around you while one of his hands where holding yours making that familiar caress on the back of it that never failed to take all the worries from your mind.

He took a moment to appreciate your face,how the soft light framed your cheeks,the faint shadow the tree provided on you,those small marks your face had,every little thing that made you,you. And finally,your lips. His heart raced with the desire to feel it but hesitant to disturb your peace,he leaned down,just enough to nuzzle the tip of his nose against yours to gain your attention.

Your eyes flutter open, and his heart skips a beat again by the soft and loving gaze directed to him. His hand leaves yours for a moment,reaching your face as his thumb tentatively brushes against your lower lips, bringing a soft blush to your cheeks. He made a silent plead with his eyes without courage to break this comfortable and intimate silence,avoiding your gaze to your lips then back up,with an small nod and shy smile from you, Tintin finally closed the gap between you two with a loving kiss.

A/N: Yo,long time, huh? I'll not be fully back on the blog until March because I will be busy studying for an important test, but this time, i came prepared! I will let some posts ready and programmed through those months I will be out to not let it die. This post is special for his birthday (that I lost last year but not this one!).

Anyway,that's sums things up enough. Thank you for reading,bye bye!

[friedwizardwhispers]

If we assume that the season 1/2 timeline is a timeline where he doesn't know what's going to happen and he is free-falling through it, then Lu Guang going along with Cheng Xiaoshi's plan to save Emma in season 1 is such a huge step for as a character.

We know that he seems to want to change one event while trying to control the timeline by the seconds. Letting go of that and letting Cheng Xiaoshi do his thing and trusting him to do it and to execute the plan is a huge step. It didn't really work for either of them in that moment but it's still progress.

Now we need to get him to a point where he trusts Cheng Xiaoshi with the rest of his secret..

[scorchedmizar]

And if Alcor thought the singing was pretty! Sitting up straight again, he's gasping and ooing and awing with everyone else now. Even the Lord's displeasure with this performer goes completely unnoticed by him. How is she doing that?! He tilts his head with every odd angle in an attempt to make sense of it. Sure he himself has just as much mobility but he'd be too much of a clutz to manage even half of what she's accomplishing.

And to make things worse, here comes Ms. Helpbot again. Alcor had said she'd only be called if either of them hit that button and he is very much sure he did not do so. What the hell is she wanting? ... Sarcastic ass. The Lord stares at the glass of water. Many violent thoughts run through his mind within the span of about three seconds. Many, many thoughts... and others that are less violent and more petty in nature. Her model didn't handle fire too great, he wonders how she'd fair with water. Probably the same as most bots nowadays, annoying water resistance... Maybe he'll leave her alone, it's not- Did she just suggest using the god damned fire extinguisher on him? His voice comes out in a hushed snarl.

I appear to be doing just fine actually. Maybe you're the one that needs to be cooled down.

His right shoulder twitches but nothing happens. Fucking- Why's that so hard to remember?!? You've only got one arm right now, dumbass. Out of embarrassment more than anything he downs the glass in one go, slamming it back down on the table (surprisingly without cracking it) and turns back to her with bared teeth and a wounded ego.

Fine. I won't burn down your little circus tent. Now piss off and leave us alone.

Alcor startles out of his stupor by the loud thump. He'd still been staring down at the darkened stage even after Andromeda was long gone. How was she not dizzy? Maybe he'll hold onto the recording of that one spin for a few days, that was... he doesn't even know how to describe it. He's found that he's really liking the space themeing of the place. And the food, and the drinks. Did he go through his drink entirely already? Maybe that's why he's being a bit slow...

The Lord does not look happy glaring like that at Elara. His olfactory sensors pick up more than him not just looking happy. Did he burn something? Ooh... yeah, the napkin. Alcor is already imagining how he'll have to apologize for that later.

Ah, E- Elara! Hi! Hey. Um, uh, while you're here, could you maybe get me another daiquiri? Oh! An- And, uh, I read you guys have cheesecake? Do you think, maybe, um...?

He frantically looks back and forth between the two of them, one hand nervously tapping on his thigh. At the end he looks a bit more pointedly in the Lord's direction. He likes cheesecake. Please. Get the hint. It'll be a good enough distraction so the Lord doesn't... Alcor blanks out on the last part.

@stardusttheaters

Alcor holds open the door for his Lord, smiling up at him. He receives little but a grunt in response. Once inside, the servant is pulled close to the Lord's side with a firm hand around his waist. He's still nowhere near fully recovered, being drained of a good chunk of star power and energy isn't something that's fixed in a couple of days. But he promised Alcor he'd do this before the end of the year and he makes sure to keep his promises, the serious ones at least. Unfortunately the final week of the year he'd been stuck resting, at his servant's insistence, but he can tell that Alcor is simply happy that they're even doing this at all.

He's re-enabled his flames, at a lower temperature for now; they're a pertinent staple to his image after all. Right arm and shoulder are still pretty fucked but that's to be expected when he's only got one arm to fix it. Alcor's makeshift fix of pinning his cape over his shoulder so it covers the injury has gone untouched. Under bystanders' glances it's hard to tell that there's nothing underneath and it still makes him look pretty badass so...

But this isn't about him, it's about them today. His fingers flex against his servant's side. Normally the Lord is little less than repulsed by PDA but he's still sore as hell so he thinks he deserves it this time. They're in an unfamiliar dimension too! Of course he needs to keep Alcor within sight... and touch. Especially when he knows that that annoying staffbot is around somewhere.

So what are we waiting for?

Oh, well, um... Ah, let me- let me notify her...

Alcor does indeed text Elara, sending a short little "We're here :)". He has to resist fidgeting around with his ribbon at his neck, now tied into a cute little bowtie. It's a bit tighter than usual but he definitely saw the Lord eyeing it so it's worth it. Anything to keep his god content today.

Titan was in the midst of ensuring that some of the stage lights were indeed fixed and operational for today's show. Creator forbid he ever allowed anything to ever go wrong during a show. He was double-checking the high powered light bulbs were screwed on correctly --and they were. He took a moment to send a thanks to his mechanic in training along with a little praise for a job well done.

A notification popped up in his HUD, causing Titan to freeze in place and tilt his head slightly upward as he checked the message. Oh. His computer was pinging him that a multidimensional phenomena was happening around the Theater. Strange... it wasn't in the foam pit that acted as a portal. And that was turned off right now. So how was he getting an energy signature? He quickly made its way to the origan point to find the strange....knight? Animatronics? What the heck was he looking at?

He couldn't come off as he normally does -- stern and demanding to know where the hell they came from. Instead, Titan forced a very small smile and gave them a wave as he approached the pair.

Hello, Welcome to the Stardust Theater. I am Titan Star, Head of Security for this location. How may I be of service today?

[4e7her]

reo & nagi in chapter five? more likely than even i thought. they just grabbed my brain and told me they belonged in the middle of the chapter and i in fact could not argue with them

[jin-zixun]

Reasons Nie Mingjue tries to kill Jin Guangyao:

JGY saved his life (while being unable to do the same for others)

He didn't think working as a spy to win the war would actually include having to do bad things (unlike the killings NMJ performs which are always 100% justified because NMJ is 100% moral and has the right to make that call)

JGY won't kill himself

JGY won't perform extrajudicial murder of his shidi, favored by his father (which would also get him killed)

JGY won't die

JGY talked back to him and won't just completely agree with his assessment (that JGY should just die)

It's the only way for them to have peace (says the guy who suffers from extensive murderous rages and came back as a corpse to continue killing people against the guy who oversaw the biggest public safety project and expansion we know of and kept the peace for over a decade)

JGY tells their mutual friend/sworn brother that he's concerned about NMJ suffering from said extensive murderous rages

JGY bought nice things for NHS

Reasons Jin Guangyao tries to kill Nie Mingjue

Doesn't want to be killed by Nie Mingjue who keeps trying to kill him

[miodiodavinci]

taking a break from working to say man. if the end up having to cut content to fit everything in 24 episodes, my favorite chapter of dungeon meshi is almost certainly getting cut skdjfhglj

[alsaurus-loves-dean]

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[loverboybrightsideghost]

"reblog for something lgbt to happen to you" at this point i'd be grateful if something straight happened to me

[llycaons]

I don't dislike every work with arranged marriage ever but 99% of the time in fics it's the endgame couple in the marriage. however the ONLY time I like that trope is when it's the opposite and the endgame couple has to get OUT of the arranged marriage to be together because it's an arranged marriage with some other people. the arrangement is an obstacle rather than a mechanism by which the couple falls in love

[unnonexistence]

idk if there's anything in stories i get more petty about than poorly-written "main character shows up to a new place and meets everyone" character introduction scenes