#and I now have my own bubble fox in game

[xsezzie]

Fox and the Crow

I just noticed that this will be my first proper fic written for Honkai Star Rail... I must spend too much time making ideas in my head or in DMs.

Pair: Jiaoqiu x Moze Words: 701 Warnings: It's tickling?, Swearing

Moze traced the soft ears in front of him, feeling the muscle twitch beneath his fingers. He became mesmerised by the movement and how tender they were. Of course, the person who owned these ears was not pleased.

“M-Moze stop that! It tickles!” Jiaoqiu complained, but made no effort to move. He was surprised he was able to feel such a sensation. It sent shivers down his back and made him squirm as he sat on the floor between the Shadow Guard’s legs, eyes trying to focus on a cooking show he was watching.

His protests fell on deaf ears, as Moze was in his “zone”, at least that is what he and Feixiao called it.

The Foxian squirmed again as Moze’s fingers gently scratched the crook at the base of his ears, making him shake his head. “Moze!”

“Oh… are you uncomfortable?”

“Yes! Well… not that type of uncomfortable… it tickles so cut it out.”

“I didn’t think you would feel it…”

“Neither did I!” Jiaoqiu whined, his face now red.

Out of curiosity, Moze slid his fingers under his friend's arms to test his armpits. No reaction at all.

“Nice try, but I can’t feel that… What about you little Mozey?” Jiao smirked and tried to jump on top of the assassin, who quickly turned invisible and slinked away.

“Dang it Moze!” Luckily, his eyes were sharp enough to catch his shadowy friend in this form, pulling him back to the sofa and wrestling with him. “I am too old for these games, now be a good bird and stay still so I can try this.”

Moze grumbled, still holding Jiaoqiu’s hands away with ease. But the Fox has more appendages than Moze has hands, which caused the Crow to drop his shroud as he felt the tip of Jiao’s tail softly trace into one of his armpits.

“N-No…”

“Yes~”

He bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the ticklish sensation building, threatening to course through his body.

“Coochie coochie coo! Come on Moze~ I can feel your arms getting weaker.” Jiaoqiu wiggled his tail a little faster.

A soft whimper escaped the guards mouth as the giggles began to bubble to the surface. He used one hand to push against Jiao’s chest while the other arm shot down to clamp the tip of his tail in an attempt to make him stop his tickling. “Stop that…”

“Aha!” The healer was able to start tickling his friend properly now, gripping his sides and softly gliding his nails over the thin tank top he was wearing.

“PFF- Jiao stohohop!!”

“I have never heard you laugh like this, it’s music to my ears~”

“Ahahahahaha~ Jiaoqiu!!”

The Foxian couldn’t help but smile down at his normally stoic friend, his face was adorned with red hue and his body squirmed beneath his fingers and the tip of his tail. Finding sensitive spots all over his torso as Moze kept trying to turn himself invisible again to escape.

“Gahahahahaha!! Jiaooo!!! This feels… hahahahahaha!!”

“Ticklish? Well yes, that is what tickling does my friend. I must say, laughing and smiling is a nice look on you.”

“Fuhuhuck you!!”

Jiaoqiu laughs, gently pushing up Moze’s shirt to get his stomach directly. This only causes more squirming and laughter as he panics.

“HAHAHA DON’T YOU DARE!”

“I have to find out your weakest spots so I can tell Feixiao~”

Moze shakes his head wildly, laughing too hard to be able to protest as Jiao’s tail brushes over his stomach and into his bellybutton, all while his fingers are exploring his ribs. 

He bucks and sends them both tumbling to the floor, finally pinning Jiaoqiu under him as he pants and regains his composure.

“Menace…”

“Adorable.”

The pink haired man tries to use his tail again, tracing the back of Moze’s leg. However, it is quickly stomped on to prevent any movement.

“Ouch! That was rude.” Jiao huffs.

“Do that ever again, and I will assassinate you along with Feixiao.” Moze threatens, though the soft look in his eyes shows he is not serious about harming the fox. Instead his fingers return to his ears as he pouts from embarrassment.

“Ah! Moze dohohon’t!!”

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, 3x8, Let The Games Begin. Part 8-Party People Are You Ready to Cmrh?

Then she Cmere'd... I looked up the full lyrics of this song, Then She Appeared, for the first time today. And I feel this song is quite fitting for Jess and Rory, if for no other reason than they both appreciate References to Things.

Then she appeared Apple Venus on a half open shell Then she appeared The first photograph on Fox Talbots gel

I was a little frightened Flying with my senses heightened Cherubim cheered, then she appeared

Then she appeared As the giggling crew of Mary Celeste Then she appeared Pale Atlantis rising out of the west

I was a little dazzled Catherine wheeled and senses frazzled Know it sounds weird, then she appeared

And the sun which formally shone In the clearest summer sky Suddenly just changed address Now shines from her blue eyes

Then she appeared Brittle shooting star that dropped in my lap Then she appeared Dressed in tricolor and phrygian cap

I was a little troubled Hookah with my senses bubbled All Edward leered, then she appeared

And the moon which formally shone On the marbled midnight mile Suddenly just packed its bags Now shines from her bright smile

Then she appeared Out of nowhere Then she appeared Out of nowhere

I CANNOT. *leaps off a short building* Every time I'm about to put a pox on AmyShermanPalladino's home for ruining What Could Have Been, I center myself. I remind myself that this is 1000% Milo Fucking Ventimiglia's fault. We could have had it all. But no. He had to break free. He had to explore greener pastures. If greener pastures were unforgettable cinema classics such as Dirty Deeds (the movie where he jerks off into a loaf of bread) And Stay Alive. Amy Sherman Palladino was like, hey Milo, how about 5 years of steady work? And he was like no can do Amy but how about Jess gets hit by a bus for funsies?

You know what AmyShermanPalladino did ruin, though? This scene by having Rory abandon Jess to go find Dean for some reason.

That's DIRTY. What part works? Your wiener? Are you saying your wiener is working, Jess? I mean, that's good to know. But moot. The little fella is not going to see the light of the day for the next 8 months.

Uh oh. She's got that far off look in her eyes, people. Rory wears many crowns in this episode. The Queen of Blue Balls. The Queen of the Smooch and Run. She's got important business to attend to in both kingdoms. Jess will just have to attend to his own, apparently functioning, wiener.

Sports announcer named Bill who doesnt know anything about sports and is also a referee kinda and the other announcer is named Jim: Bill: Oh, it looks like there's been a violation on the court! To the bench for Gilmore! Jim, I've never seen such flagrant blue balling in all my years of describing television shows while I watch them as if they were basketball games! Jim: This is an unfortunate day for Jess Mariano's wiener, Bill. Bill: An unfortunate day indeed, Jim. Just as it's career was getting off the ground.

First of all Rory, of course you said "I look forward to many similar occurences in the future" after a mind bending makeout. Secondly, Why NOW? This very minute? Did Dean throw up the Butt Signal or something?

Yes, let us all Cumurrrh. If only life were made of nothing but sunshine, rainbows, and Cmeres.

She's still thinking about Dean while this is happening.

What Jess is going to be doing to his meat for the next 8 months. #beatit #justbeatit #beatthatmeat

Indeed. Hey, do you think Rory will run into Luke on her way to find Dean? I think his cock blocking mission went awry, he got lost and he's wandering around with a flashlight somewhere on the outskirts of Hartford, he thinks he sees movement in the bushes and thinks it must be Jess and Rory screwing on the ground in public (as it appears everyone thinks they do this) and he's like Aha! Found you! Jesstopher Mariano, as long as you live under my roof you will keep your pants on! It's back to the diner for you! You will work 12 hour shifts! I will pay you in acorns and pine cones and you will like it! And then he shines the flashlight but its just two stray dogs going at it. Between all this cock blocking and blue balling, there is a flicker of light. Of hope. of Joy. of Dean telling Rory to her face that nobody likes her. *wipes away tear* Dean was so real for this.

We get Dean creeping on Lorelai's window, Jess creeping on Lane's window, Rory climbing a tree and creeping in Dean's window...In none of these instances are any of the people behind the windows surprised or freaked out (Lorelai loved it, in fact). This one is particularly egregious. Girly really left Jess at a gas station so she could risk life and limb to climb a damn tree to talk to this clown with ugly curtains. Just what she needs, another broken arm that everyone could turn around and blame on Jess somehow.

Rory says she didn't want to ring the doorbell because she'd have to talk to Dean's mom who she thinks must hate her. Dean states his mom doesn't know anything. Yeah, it's probably not something Rory has to worry about, as I'm convinced Dean's parents dont know or care he exists. They just think a family of racoons lives upstairs and they made their den homey with a dartboard and a football poster. In any case, I don't think Mrs F gives a shit about her son's dorky high school drama. Thankfully not all moms are like Lorelai. Constantly meddling and sticking their noses into every tiny nook and cranny of their adult child's personal life. Speaking of Lorelai, Maybe Dean's Mom should be concerned though that he is being hotly pursued by a sexual predator (Lorelai). Okay, so not only did Rory leave Jess to talk to Dean, it wasn't even to discuss status of their own former relationship. She climbed a fucking tree just to implore Dean to tell his mom they broke up and to pout that his mom must hate her and thinks she's a little floozy (why would she think this? Mrs F's own worthless son dumped Rory, not the other way around. Also, Dean's mom better strap in in 2004.) Does my ex boyfriend's mom still love me and if she doesn't then why? Everyone loves me, Rory.

Describe Gilmore Girls Poorly: A show about about not engaging in any romantic relationships within a small town until you can escape and move at least 30 miles away. Again, if you think things are awkward now with your ex's mom... *whispers* 2004... Rory pouts that Dean is going to tell Clara and Clara is going to hate her too. Meanwhile, back at the gas pumps, Jess is realizing Luke is hopelessly lost and takes advantage of the situation.

Portrait of the jerkoff artist at work.

Sometimes, something happens in an episode of a tv show, something so DELICIOUS, that nothing else that happens afterwards even matters. Closing time, I know who I want to take me home, etc etc.

I really want to end the episode here because it would be just, UGH, perfect, but alas I still have soooo much rambling to do, while I bask in the confusing glow of Dean Forrester's humbling. Rory starts telling a story about some girl who lived in a tree for a year and Dean tries to close the blinds on her. Rory is not having it. Proceeds to tell a speech so unbelievably packed with lies and bullshit it would make Trump jealous. For every bullshit statement about Dean that comes out of her own, I'm going to zap with her with a tiny painless electric shock. Dean, you were the most amazing boyfriend in the world ⚡️ You made me so happy ⚡️ You made me laugh ⚡️ (when was this, exactly?) My mother liked you (and how!) you were nice to my friends ⚡️, you protected me ⚡️ (your friend had to protect you from his temper) you even came with me to that stupid ball (only after pitching a bitchfit about it first) I really did love you (only because my mommy said I had to love you) ⚡️I'm going to miss you sooo much⚡️(my mom will though) Dean: You're with him now? Rory: I don't want to talk about him. I just came to tell you how sorry I am. Wow. WOW.

Your NEW BOYFRIEND who is FRESH AS A DAISY and whose BALLS REALLY HURT right now is wondering where you went! Oh please Jess, do ask Rory tomorrow why she had to run off so suddenly. Let her stew in guilt juices as she struggles to explain how she ran away after your first real kiss as a couple to feed her ex boyfriend a freshly baked casserole of lies about how amazing he is and how much she misses him and how you, the new boyfriend, aren't even worth discussing. HOW IS DEAN THE HERO IN HIS EPISODE. Luke IS LOST really needs MONEY FOR CAB FARE FROM HARTFORD. She profusely apologizes for how she "treated him". Dean humbling Rory: Necessary on occasion Rory apologizing to Dean for anything: No. Just no. Even if she was at fault for certain things, like playing mind games and running around on him with Jess (Dean doesn't even know she cheated on him). We do not apologize to Dean for anything. Rory climbing a tree to grovel to Dean: Pathetic Rory climbing a tree to grovel to Dean and beg for his mom and 9 year old sister to please like her and tell Dean how uhmazing he was: Double pathetic with a side of Pity Cherries on top. We do not CRY-GROVEL to DEAN FORRESTER from a TREE! *whacks her with a newspaper*

Oh no..oh no...I swear she was walking away from the couch like she was going to go to bed, then she had to turn around. SHE HAD TO TURN AROUND. Rory: It was...eventful. Lorelai: It was eventful? *Chuckles in Lorelai* *a dark cloud forms* *Salty braces for impact of Couch Speech*

HUH? WHAT IS HAPPENING?

WHY RORY. WHY. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU. Here's my End of Episode Bingo Card (with two bingos! Almost a full card!)

[eternaltae7]

Move In

Fox of BTS | BTS 8th Member

The day had finally arrived. After months of training and anticipation, Hani was officially moving into the BTS dorms. Excitement bubbled inside her, but so did a wave of nerves. Being the first female member of BTS came with its fair share of controversy. Fans were unsure of how to react, and the media buzzed with speculation. Some welcomed her as the eighth member, while others questioned if she would fit in. Big Hit, being a smaller company at the time, hadn’t been able to afford a separate dorm for her, so they decided she would stay with the boys, at least until they could make other arrangements.

Hani had spent the earlier part of her training living at home with her family, allowing her to balance her new life with the comfort of familiar surroundings. Her parents had been supportive of her dream, encouraging her to pursue her passion for music and dance while keeping her close during those crucial early days. However, now that BTS was solidified as a group and their schedules were packed, it was time for her to take that leap and move into the dorms.

As she stood outside the building, her heart raced. She took a deep breath, reminding herself that she was here for a reason. She was a talented vocalist, dancer, and songwriter—she had earned her place in the group. Hani pushed the door open, and the first thing she noticed was the distinct smell of ramen wafting through the air.

“Hey! You made it!” Jin exclaimed as he spotted her, his face breaking into a wide grin. He was cooking in the kitchen, surrounded by pots and pans. Hani felt a wave of relief wash over her.

“Yeah! I’m here,” she replied, trying to sound more confident than she felt.

The other members soon emerged from various corners of the dorm. Namjoon, with his warm smile, welcomed her with open arms. “We’ve been waiting for you. It’s finally complete,” he said, giving her a reassuring nod. Hani felt a flutter of gratitude; their warmth helped ease her tension.

“Welcome to the family!” Jungkook added, his youthful energy infectious. He was busy setting up a gaming console in the living room, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Make sure to beat the hyungs when you play!” he teased, which made the older members roll their eyes playfully.

As Hani settled into her new room, she couldn’t help but glance around. The walls were painted a soft shade of gray, and the room was cozy, filled with just enough space for her belongings. She had her own private sanctuary, something she was grateful for given the circumstances.

After unpacking her things, she joined the other members in the living room, where they were lounging on the couch. Hani was initially hesitant to jump into their banter, feeling like the newcomer in a well-established family. But they quickly drew her in.

“Do you know how to make ramen?” Jin asked, a teasing smirk on his face.

“Of course! But I might need your help to make it as good as yours,” Hani laughed, trying to play along.

“Deal! You can be my sous-chef,” he replied, motioning for her to join him in the kitchen. The others cheered, and she felt a warmth in her chest as she moved closer.

After dinner, the group settled on the floor, snacks scattered around as they watched a variety show on TV. Hani felt more at ease, laughing at the silly antics of the cast. The members joked with each other, the atmosphere relaxed and full of camaraderie.

Suddenly, Jimin turned to her, a playful glint in his eyes. “So, how does it feel to be the only girl here?” he asked, teasing but genuinely curious.

Hani laughed lightly, feeling the weight of the question. “It’s a bit nerve-wracking, honestly. I’m still getting used to everything,” she admitted, looking at each of them. “But you guys have made it a lot easier for me.”

“Just be yourself,” Yoongi chimed in, his tone serious yet encouraging. “We’re all just here to support you.”

As the night progressed, they moved to a gaming session, and Hani quickly found herself swept up in the competitive spirit. She was surprisingly good at the game they played, much to the amusement of the others. Hani felt a sense of belonging she hadn’t anticipated.

After a couple of hours, the chaos died down, and they decided to call it a night. Hani made her way back to her room, the sounds of the boys still echoing in the hallway. She sat on her bed, staring at the walls that surrounded her. It was quiet now, but a soft smile crept onto her face. She could hear muffled laughter and the occasional shout from the living room.

As she lay back on her bed, she felt grateful. Yes, there was controversy, and yes, she was nervous about being the only girl in a house full of boys. But in this moment, she felt like she was part of something special. Hani closed her eyes, the laughter of her new family still ringing in her ears. Tomorrow would bring its own challenges, but for tonight, she was exactly where she belonged—home with BTS.

[magicalbats]

Kinktober Day 16: Public

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 6763

Warnings: Afab!reader, a few sprinklings of gendered language, public sex, exhibitionism, vaginal fingering, piv sex, creampie, talk of cum eating 

A/N: Heizou is actually one of my faves btw 🥴 I haven’t acted right since he called us dreamy in his hangout xmdkxkdnd I’m so sorry

⭐

The streets are jam packed with milling bodies and temporarily erected stalls hocking various wares, foods and trinkets from one end of the city to the next. Most everyone had gotten dressed up to some degree, many of the girls wearing their best summer kimonos and the men donning fancy outer coats of their own to mark the festivities. Even those that couldn’t afford to buy nice clothes managed to splurge on masks carved to look like any number of creature, from the real to the imagined, or on festival headbands knotted at the back of their head in big, woven bows. 

It had been a long, long time since you last saw Inazuma looking so lively and full of such simple joy. A hope for the future that its people hadn’t had not all that long ago. It was the first fall festival celebrating the changing of seasons since both the unjust Vision hunt decree and the equally tyrannical Sakoku decree were abolished, and the excitement in the air was very nearly palpable. Like the newly granted freedom to simply live again had stirred the love and passion everyone held for the world, and it was exceptionally hard not to find yourself swept up in it too. 

Smiling over at Heizou as the two of you make your way down the crowded road together, hand in hand, you try very hard not to let the bubbling thrill of it all show on your face. Not because it was something to hide from him or anything to be ashamed of, but because you simply didn’t know what to do with all this vibrating energy making you feel like an ignited firework just waiting for the fuse to run out so you could shoot off into the sky and join the stars there. You’d never experienced anything quite like it before, at least not to this extent. 

But, to your relief, Heizou seems to be in the same boat and he gives your fingers a tight squeeze to accompany the big, boyish grin he fixes you with in return. “Having a good time I take it?” 

“The best.” 

And that wasn’t an understatement. He’d gotten off work a few hours ago, late in the afternoon, and you’d spent every minute together since, just slowly making your way through the festival at your own pace and checking everything out. It was well past dark now, and so far he’d won you a water balloon yo-yo at a fishing game stall, bested you in a match of ping pong (no surprise to you there), sampled different flavors of sake that were being offered by restaurant vendors, eaten taiyaki and cotton candy, tried your hand at shooting pellets from a toy gun just to receive a consolation prize in the form of a solitary tissue packet, and you’d even walked out to the shrine offering box located in the city to make wishes for the future. It was the most fun you’d had in a long while, and getting to do it all with him just made everything so much better. 

Honestly, you didn’t want this night to ever end. 

“What should we do next?” He wonders aloud, sparkling green eyes eagerly scanning the newest stretch of road you’d wandered into. You do the same, thinking on his question, but he abruptly gives your hand an excitable jolt before you can reach a decision. “Oh! Look, look! There’s a mask stall!” 

Just like that, he’s pulling you in the direction of the stand where you spend a long time deliberating over which to choose from when so many of them had their appeal. True to nature, Heizou teases your taste and playfully tries to psychoanalyze your reasoning behind picking out what you do but you stand firm even in the face of his sly little smiles. You wanted the woodcut cat face with its bold, blocky color scheme. He then picked out a white fox mask for himself, much quicker and with far less agonizing over the decision than you had. Both of you don your new trinkets — yours at a slanted angle on your head to keep your face uncovered while Heizou ties his to the belt at his waist — and the two of you are soon off again. 

“I’m really glad you were able to come with me today.” You tell him softly under the constant murmur of the bustling crowd, for his ears only. Like a closely guarded secret between you and your lover. 

“Hey, me too. I wasn’t going to miss it if I could help it. And y’know,” His smile takes on a mischievous edge as he sidles closer to lightly bump your hip with his. “You look so nice tonight it’s a wonder I can even keep my hands off you right now. I hope you know you’ll be in for a real treat when we get home later.” 

Giggling, you pin him with a playfully wry look. “Oh? Are you sure you can wait that long, mister detective?” 

The new gleam in his eyes tells you he’s strongly considering taking on that challenge, and it makes your blood pump a little faster. “I’m not so sure about that,” He murmurs with a slow, easy drawl. “Do you think you can?” 

You quickly bring your sleeve up to hide the lower half of your face and avert your gaze elsewhere. Of course he would see the change in your expression and recognize it for what it was. Heizou was nothing if not astute and his mastery of body language made him just as dangerous to play these sorts of games with now as he’d been the first day you met him. A rascal, that’s what he was. 

“We’ll have to. Even if we wanted to rent a room for an hour or two you know as well as I do that there won’t be any available during the festival.” 

Humming a soft, knowing tune, Heizou tugs on your hand to pull you in against his side. The firm press of unwavering muscle mass against you just makes your heart beat even quicker, and your cheeks start to grow warm with the first curling tendril of desire. Whatever he may have lacked in overall height was more than made up for in his physical strength and you were regrettably weak for it. Something else that hadn’t changed much at all in the time you’d known him. 

“I’m sure we could find a relatively private place somewhere nearby,” He tells you, blunt thumb caressing circles over your knuckle as if to further entice you. “And my intuition tells me you’re much more keen on the idea than you want to let on right now so … what do you say? I'd be lying if I said talking like this doesn’t have me a little excited. It’s the same for you, right?” 

You steal a quick, surreptitious glance at the front of his pants but the hakama are too loose fitted for you to make out much of anything that might be amiss. That doesn’t stop you from picturing it in your head though, familiar enough with how he looked naked and hard with arousal to see it right then and there in your mind's eye, and even more heat quickly crawls up your face to settle there. It was shameful and embarrassing in equal measure but you did indeed want him. Now, not later. But … but — 

“Is that really okay? If we get caught you might get into trouble. What if you can’t be a Doushin anymore?” 

Heizou’s expression softens, his affection for you visibly warming his face like the first rays of morning light cresting over the horizon. “Don’t worry. I won’t let us get caught. If I’m being honest I don’t really care all that much about my job title anyway, but I’m the only one lucky enough to get the privilege of seeing you turned into a mess …” 

Pausing there on the street, he leans close to press his mouth against yours in what would have been an altogether chaste kiss if your loins hadn’t already been curling at the thought of having him. Instead the slow, coaxing pull of his lips seems to pluck at your growing need, pulling you into his pace with a stilted sigh, and you gradually find yourself leaning further into him. The height difference between you is not so great that you even have to tip your head back to look at him when he pulls back a few moments later, the silent exchange heated with static energy for as short as it lasts. 

Then, he pulls on your hand again. “Come on. I have a place in mind.” 

You follow him, excited and jittery with nerves, off the main road and down a series of small side streets until you finally end up in a cramped little alley. Down to the end where the lip opens up to a picture perfect view of the ocean stretching endlessly into the distance. This is where he stops and turns to you, his hands already coming up to take possessive hold of your hips, but you startle instead. 

“Here?” You gasp, wide eyed with genuine surprise. You’d expected something a bit more out of the way, something more hidden and isolated, not just on the edge of another busy street where anyone could wander by. 

Laughing, he drags you against him to press your front flush to his, and you stiffen at the shudder that tears through you when you feel the pointed nudge of his cock against your stomach. He really was ready to have you, here and now. And not a moment later. 

“Relax. Most everyone will be headed further up the island to watch the fireworks at this time of night which means there shouldn’t be too many stragglers left. This is on the opposite side, away from the best viewing spots, so we’ll be fine.” 

You understood his reasoning. Couldn’t exactly find  fault in it either, but that didn’t do much to quell your nervous anxiety on the matter. “But what if someone does come by? Public indecency is still a thing, Heizou! Shouldn’t we find a better place?” 

Giving your hips a reassuring squeeze, he drags his broad palms up your sides to leave wrinkles in your kimono where he’d rucked it slightly. “Don’t worry so much, sweetheart. I’ve got you. Just trust me, okay?” 

You draw a breath to volley back with but it gets caught in your throat when his thumbs smooth over your chest in such a slow, stilted pass you feel it in high definition even through your clothes. Abruptly forgetting what you were going to say, you slowly glance down at yourself to watch him knead at your chest and a low whine promptly tumbles out of your mouth. You wanted him to keep touching you like that, you were dully horrified to realize. 

No, you didn’t just want it. You needed it. 

Your pussy was already becoming wet for him as if the taboo of this, the thrill of having him grope at you in public was making the sensation even more potent than it otherwise would have been behind closed doors. You could feel it all in startling clarity, how blocky and masculine his fingers feel squeezing around your ribcage. The slow curling of your nipples to leave them stiff and seeking under the thin layer of cotton separating you from him. The way he looks at you, how he draws a deep inhale as if to breathe you in. The not so subtle nudge of his cock twitching against your lower belly … 

Archons, even if you’d wanted to put your foot down about finding another spot you really didn’t think you could wait that long. 

“Heizou,” You say his name like a prayer, an oath, as you bring your hands up to brace them along his muscular shoulders. “I trust you.” 

Green eyes glimmering even under the shroud of night, he leans in to put his face close to yours. “That’s my girl.” 

Your lips meet again, with urgency this time. He kisses you like he’s hungry, a starving man finally finding his salvation in a barren wasteland, and you gladly allow yourself to get swept up in it. Your own need doubles and then triples, making you press your body more tightly to his in a desperation that is as sudden as it is powerful. His silky soft hair brushes your cheek and your nose when he tilts his head to deepen the exchange, kissing you deeply now as his hands shift forward to center over your breasts so he can squeeze them in his palms. A soft, shuddering sigh rises in you at the sensation and you let it out against his mouth when he tugs at the top of your kimono. 

Slowly, the fabric starts to loosen around your shoulders, falling open in the front to expose your flushed, heated skin to the cool night air. It was still early into fall and yet warm enough not to need a jacket, but you were so close to the ocean now that the breeze coming in off the crashing waves below carries with it a chill. It has you trembling slightly, eagerly seeking out the always stifling warmth of his body, but it is an inner heat that starts to make you feel like you’re burning up. It stokes inside you with each demanding press of his full lips, every single brush of roughened fingertips on your body, and even the ever present threat of getting caught is not enough to truly smother it. 

Finally pulling away when the need for air becomes much too great, you send a quick look over his shoulder to glance out at the street. You were still jittery with nerves even though no one had walked by since you’d gotten here but it just seemed to further emphasize how very turned on you were to be doing something like this with him. It was arguably wrong to have sex in a public space — there were laws prohibiting it for a reason — but any concern over it seems to be the farthest thing from his mind right now. 

Bending his head close, Heizou latches onto your neck and kisses deeply at your thundering pulse at the same time he reaches back to grab tight, pinching handfuls of your ass, very nearly hauling you up against him. Your head lolls back when he grinds his hips forward, digging his stiff cock into your belly, but he doesn’t lift you. He could, all too easily. Had done it many times in the past and you’d half expected him to take you like that, against the wall, with your legs wrapped around his narrow waist. Instead, he merely rucks up the length of your kimono until you eventually feel a waft of cold air on your bare backside, and you give a tiny little jolt of surprise. 

“Heizou!” You hiss, reaching back with one hand to grip his wrist. He remains undeterred though, mouthing at your throat even while he almost idly tucks your kimono up around your waist as if you weren’t even clutching his arm so fiercely the knuckles ache in protest. Yelping softly, you twist in his hold to send a wide eyed look down the opposite end of the alley, frantically searching for any signs of other people. “Someone is going to see! I - I don’t have anything on underneath!” 

“I know.” He practically growls against your neck, sliding both hands back down to cup the bare swell of your ass now. The kneading pinch he applies to the skin sends you to the tips of your toes and you waver unsteadily in your dainty little sandals but he easily keeps you upright and balanced without much effort. 

Giving the fleshy swell a rough, possessive jostle, he then slips one of his hands lower to dip between your thighs. The other slides forward, squeezing the meat of your hip along the way, and bullies it into the tight space to attack you from both ends. One set of calloused fingers finds your clit to rub firm, steady circles over the sensitive nub while the opposite digits press up into your slit to tease at your entrance from behind and draw more sticky slick out of you. Shuddering so hard your legs almost give right out from under you, you carefully shuffle them further apart to brace against the onslaught of sensation hitting you all at once. It was overwhelming and mind numbing at the same time but, still, you can’t quite stop yourself from fearfully glancing around. 

It had been one thing when you thought he would just move your clothes out of the way and take you like that, with the important bits hidden out of sight from anyone that might happen to wander by. It wouldn’t have done much to actually conceal what you were doing but at least you would have some dignity left to you. He was practically undressing you right there on the street though, leaving you exposed and vulnerable to any curious onlookers, and you’re more than a little ashamed at how much that makes your cunt slick for him. 

“Are you really sure we should be doing this here? This is so risky — aahn!” 

One of his thick fingers sinking up into your body cuts off the nervous fretting that spills from your mouth, back bowing at the hot sear of penetration. Your pussy squeezes around the intrusion, tries to milk him dry, but he just sedately fucks into you even as he laughs, low and breathy, into the crook of your neck. 

“It might be risky but gods, you’re enjoying this. You’re already this wet for me, baby. Can you hear yourself?” 

Heizou pumps his finger a bit more quickly and you loose a faltering groan at both the delicious drag against your inner sleeve as much as the soft, sticky click that rises in the air. It seems to punctuate your labored breathing, highlighting just how frazzled and aroused you were in that moment, and you finally allow yourself a slow, stilted grind of your hips. His own excitement visibly increases as you fuck your cunt on his finger, moaning when he adds a second to the gripping heat of your body. Attentively, he watches the way you twitch at the increased stretch, pelvis stuttering over his hand before falling back into that stiff, rolling motion again. 

“Not to state the obvious here,” He pants out, strained and thin. “But this just might be the hottest thing I’ve ever been lucky enough to experience. You look so beautiful like this, and all mine for the taking too ...” 

You force your constricting lungs to expand with a tremulous breath while he nudges the top of your kimono further open with his nose to finally expose your breast. He has to bend at the knee to reach without the use of his hands, but he still manages to latch onto the stiffened bud and he suckles with great enthusiasm. Sliding your fingers up the back of his neck and into his hair, you clutch him to your chest and try not to cry out in pleasure even when every fiber of your being was screaming at you to do just that. Between his fingers pumping in and out of you, the others stroking your clit and now his hot, wet mouth on your teat, you felt like you were going to shatter into a million, fleeting pieces. 

“Ooh, H - Heizou! Bless the electro archon, you’re going to make me cum!” You wheeze, legs trembling so hard his probing fingers felt like the only thing keeping you balanced anymore. 

Humming a muffled, encouraging sound into the meat of your breast, he briefly opens his mouth just to latch on again, sucking your nipple straight towards the back of his throat now. The rhythmic suction on your chest paired with the steady pressure on your clit makes you go cross eyed, and they start to roll up into the back of your head as a powerful orgasm bears down on you. You can feel it in your tingling toes, straight up your shaking legs to settle hot and heavy in your pelvis. It has your juddering hips stumbling over the needy pace they’d settled into and you lurch against him, sucking in one ragged breath after another. The digits stuffed in your cunt work a little faster, harder. Your cotton stuffed head begins to spin at a truly dizzying rate, your entire body on fire and — and the coil snaps, so abruptly it sends you reeling in his hold. 

Mouth dropping open on a high pitched, keening wail you just barely manage to keep hushed and soft, you quake through your release so violently Heizou has to shift and adjust the position of his feet to keep you from toppling right over. Luckily, though, he is sturdy and solid against you, and you’re free to spasm wildly even as you force your jaw to clench shut so you can seethe through your teeth instead of crying out.  

You come down from it one little piece of you at a time some moments later, legs trembling like a newborn doe’s even when he carefully removes his sticky fingers from your cunt. The tremors were still so fresh in your mind that just the lingering waves now lapping at your consciousness causes you to sensitively twitch and groan low in your throat at the loss of him. You were floating somewhere far outside your body, intoxicated on the rush of endorphins and dopamine that blankets over your body to leave you warm and comfortable in the aftermath. And, still, you almost couldn’t believe you’d actually been able to cum like that in public … 

Pulling up off your wet teat with a rumbling groan, Heizou finally straightens up to look at you. His strong hands squeeze at your hips and waist with wanting tugs that pull you right up against him, and you try very hard not to think about the sticky trail some of his fingers leave on your skin. 

“I hope your post-climax clarity doesn’t make you change your mind about doing this,” He whispers into the scant space separating your mouth from his, those lovely, heavy lidded eyes fixated on your own. “Because I’m really not sure if I can wait until we get home to finish.” 

He rolls his hips forward to nudge his cock into you for emphasis, and you smile at him. Grin, from ear to ear. “Of course I’m not going to do that to you.” Reaching up to brush some of those long forelocks back from his handsome face, you lower your tone to a sultry whisper. “How do you want me, Heizou?” 

A weak, faltering sound puffs out of him to accompany the shudder that works through his body. Lashes fluttering in sensitive bliss, he closes the distance to kiss you again even as his hands maneuver you back against the wall. You think he’s going to finally pick you up like you’d initially thought he would but, to your surprise, when he disengages another moment later he just gently turns you around. 

“Lean forward,” He murmurs, thick and quiet. “I want to look at your pussy while I’m fucking it.” 

Your knees turn wobbly at that but you oblige, and slowly bend at the waist with your hands braced on the wall. Craning your neck back, you look at him with a small frown of uncertainty while he quickly works to unfasten the tie around his waist. “Are you sure about this? If someone comes by it’ll be pretty obvious what we’re doing …” 

“Like it wasn’t before?” He snorts a quiet laugh that promptly morphs into a soft groan of relief when he gets his cock out. Biting down on his bottom lip, Heizou shuffles closer and places one palm on the swell of your hip while the other reaches between the two of you to guide himself in. 

The nudge against your wet, puffy slit chases away your last remaining doubts and, turning back to face the wall, you issue a stuttering groan when he starts to sink in. Your guts are so soft and pliant that the glide is very nearly seamless, his thick length stretching you much more than his fingers had. But it was so incredibly satisfying on a bone deep level and you moan when your pussy eagerly spasms around him. Hungrily rearing back, you try to take him in quicker and the responding grunt from him rushes straight to your spinning head. 

Panting again, you hang your head between your arms to peer down at yourself — at the shockingly erotic sight of your tits spilling out of your kimono, the shameless spread of your thighs. Heizou’s own wide legged stance behind you that seems to falter when he finally settles against you with a tiny, wet little click from your cunt. It was like something out of the hottest wet dream ever conceived, and your breath catches in your throat when he immediately falls into a moderate pace. 

His thrusts are quick and snappy but flawlessly controlled to jab up into your body right where you needed him the most. You rock back and forth between him and the wall, gasping and groaning as softly as you could manage, while the steady plap, plap, plap of skin meeting skin rises to dominate the space inside the alley. The sway of your tits feels heavy in this position, stiff nipples cutting through the air with each pendulous swing, further highlighting just how stark your nudity truly felt out in the open like this. You’d never felt quite so exposed, so vulnerable, and it was quite possibly the most singularly arousing experience of your life. 

“You look amazing like this.” He hisses behind you, reaching up to shove the back of your kimono higher to leave the full curve of your ass on display. Issuing a ruffled, almost bestial growl of pleasure, he brings both palms to your cheeks so he can grope and squeeze them, pinching tight to spread them and get a good long look at your cunt clinging to him. A flustered sound of protest rises in your throat when you realize he can see an uninterrupted shot of your puckered ass hole as well but you can’t quite seem to find the wherewithal to give it voice. 

“I don’t know how long I can last right now, baby. You’re squeezing me so good and your pussy looks incredible … ooh — dammit!” Groaning, he hunches further over you to press his mouth against the sweat dampened jut of your shoulder in a sloppy kiss. “Want me to cum in you, sweetheart? Want me to fill you up now and make you walk home with me dripping out of you … want me to eat it out of you in bed later? Wanna’ sit on my face when we get back? Huh? Is that what you want?” 

“Gods, yes, Heizou!” You frantically whisper back. “Please stuff me and - -“ 

The approaching sound of distant laughter brings you to a sudden, screeching halt. Your stomach lurches with the cold icy fist that grips you all at once and nearly stops your heart altogether. He moans, haggard and frazzled, when you subconsciously clamp down on his cock but you hardly have the presence of mind to think about that right now — or how hot and heavy he feels pulsing inside your cunt. The only semi coherent thought running through your head in that moment was that there were people coming. And there would be no hiding or excusing away this lurid scene. 

Jolting, you try to pull from him and straighten up but, much to your gasping surprise, he just wraps those lean, muscular arms around your middle to keep you pinned against the front of him. Your heart very nearly jackhammers straight through your chest and you quickly twist your neck back to look at him with wide, wild eyes. 

“What are you doing?” You demand in a harsh, caustic whisper. 

“Don’t worry. They probably won’t even notice us here.” He tells you rather matter of factly for someone wedged balls deep inside your cunt. That he didn’t even have the decency to talk at a hushed, lower register almost makes you scream.  

“Are you out of your mind? I think it’d be a little hard not to notice two people screwing in an alley!” 

Lifting his head from your shoulder, Heizou pins you with a frustratingly innocent look. “What do you think is going to happen even if they do catch a glimpse of us? Send for the shogun to come execute us herself?” 

Your pulse sputters and threatens to give out entirely when another burst of laughter rings out through the night, closer now. Much too close for comfort as far as you were concerned. “They could call the Doushin on us! You would lose your job if you got arrested over something like this!” 

He pretends to think about that for a moment before giving his hips a stilted roll, grinding up into your cunt forcefully enough to make stars erupt in your eyes. “I say it’s well worth it. You feel way too good right now for me to care about any of that.” 

“Heizou!” You could make out shuffling footsteps now, coming down the road just to your left by the sounds of it. The stumbling footfalls and tittering giggles seemed to suggest whoever it was was drunk, possibly even too intoxicated to notice much of anything around them including the two of you. But that doesn’t exactly make you feel much better about it though. Reaching down to blindly grasp at the forearm locked around your middle, you sink your nails in to try and get his attention. “Okay, so they don’t call the Doushin on us. What are we going to do if they recognize us later on? Do you really want to be known as that guy who fucked his girlfriend in the middle of a public street?” 

Looking at you from under the heavy fall of his thick, pretty lashes, Heizou offers up a thoughtful hum of consideration. “If it’s being recognized you’re so worried about, I think I might have a solution for that.” 

“Wha - -“ 

Before you can even get the whole word out he unwinds one of his arms from around you so he can reach up and slip your mask around over your face. You squawk and choke on a laundry list of protests but you can’t quite seem to form a coherent sentence anymore. All the frantic, now muffled, noises coming out of you sound like gibberish to your own ears and even trying to turn your head doesn’t work. He just follows you with his hand, keeping the calico cat mask in place while the other squeezes tight around your stomach to stop you from scuttling away. You’re about to twist your arm back to snatch a fistful of his hair when he abruptly thrusts against your ass, digging his cock so deep inside you it nearly sends you lurching into a free fall. The pressure on your guts is immense, damn near blinding, and your mouth falls open with a stuttering moan so soft and weak it almost gets lost under the pounding blood in your ears. 

You have to force yourself to suck in a haggard, gasping breath of air as he picks back up his abandoned rhythm, narrow hips mutedly slapping your upturned ass again. Heizou’s cock seems to punch the protest right out of you along with a series of high pitched, mewling groans though, and you wildly claw at the wall in your distress. On one hand it felt good … amazing, even. The nervous tension thrumming through your body just made him feel even bigger, hotter, more rigid against your squirming guts. But on the other it sounded like whoever was approaching was almost right on top of you now, the muddled sound of their voices swimming nauseatingly in your head. If they just glanced over into the alley they’d see you. They would know you were getting pounded within an inch of your life and there was no telling how they’d react. 

At this point you weren’t even sure how you were going to react. 

Gasping just to keep back the wounded sounds of ecstasy trying to claw their way up your throat, you fretfully shudder when Heizou turns his head away from the lip of the alley and rests his cheek across your trembling shoulder instead. Hiding his face from view but still not stopping his insistent thrusting for even a second. As if sensing your grudging resignation, his hand finally falls away from the mask to grasp your neck and he holds you like that, by the throat in that loose grip, while he continues to rut into you even when those voices finally spill into the space that only the two of you had occupied up until now. A startled beat seems to punctuate the dreaded moment and then a quiet gasp echoes off the walls. Screwing your eyes shut, you hang your head between your outstretched arms and subtly arch your spine to push back on him and better take his plunging cock. 

You were beyond horrified to realize it but you felt like you were going to cum again. Soon. With or without an audience watching on. 

A flood of relief washes over you when the resulting rush of embarrassed footsteps quickly hurries on down the street, leaving you to it for the time being.  There was no telling how long it would last though if they decided to seek out a Doushin and you desperately rock back against Heizou in an attempt to spurn him on. The two of you needed to finish up and be on your way, but you didn’t want to stop now … couldn’t bring yourself to stop when it felt like you were teetering dangerously close to the edge again.

“Want your cum, Heizou,” You mewl against the inside of the mask, trusting he would still be able to make out what you were saying even with it muffling your voice. “Want you to fill me up and take me home — ah - ahhn! Please, I need it, Heizou, I need it!” 

Grunting roughly against your shoulder, his thrusts start to falter and become sloppy, more desperate. Needy. “I’m close, sweetheart, I’m cumming … I’m cumming, archons, I’m cumming!” 

The noise that bursts out of him is strained and frantic, his usually soft toned voice rising another octave in his heightened bliss. He finally gives up on maintaining his pace altogether and simply slams himself into you, again and again, the harsh plap! plap! of your ass bouncing off his solid stomach growing even louder until it seems deafening in your ringing ears. You start to go cross eyed, mouth hanging open in a doped out stupor while you cling to the wall as his cock spears you straight down the middle; again and again, and again. 

Fingers digging into the skin they’ve latched onto, hard enough to bruise, he at last gives one final, lurching thrust into the pulpy heat of your cunt. He grows immediately stiff and still behind you, letting out tiny little whimpers of pleasure while his cock shoots thick, heavy ropes deep into your body. Just standing there, panting, you bask in the sensation of his seed settling against your guts, so warm and creamy inside your gummy sleeve that a fresh tremor tears through you at the sensation. It was addictive and intoxicating in the worst possible way … 

Some moments later he finally goes slack against you with a thin, heaving sigh of relief. At first you assume he’s just giving you a moment to recover while his cock slowly softens inside you, just warming it for the time being. But then he startles you when he slides the hand on your neck down to smooth over your flexing stomach and then dips between your spread thighs, making you go ramrod stiff. 

And right on cue the fireworks start to go off overhead. 

You’d never been more thankful to hear them in your entire life as you writhe and shriek in wordless delight when those blunt fingers find your swollen clit and start to rub hasty, demanding circles against it. You very nearly collapse on the spot but he keeps you upright with the sturdy arm locked around your waist, and you wildly buck and rear back on him in a blind search for release. The pressure of it quickly bears down on you, only emphasized by the cooling discharge deep inside your cunt, while he lets you grind yourself on him even when he hisses in oversensitized discomfort. You’re practically mindless with it though, hardly even having the presence of mind to understand that you were subconsciously milking his already spent cock for all it was worth. 

You couldn’t stop it though, much too caught up in the violently cresting waves that seem to slam the air right out of your lungs. Tears spring up in your eyes as you twist in his hold, thighs quaking uncontrollably and, finally, with a sudden wrench that leaves you stumbling against him, you cum hard. Wailing at the top of your lungs, thankfully drowned out in the continuous boom, boom, boom of exploding fireworks, you spasm so wildly through your second release that it seems to make your teeth rattle before finally — finally! Going limp in his arms an eternity later. 

Gingerly, Heizou starts to ease out of you and you outright hiss at the dull drag of him slipping loose of your hold. You’re still wheezing when he gently helps you straighten up and gets you turned around so you can lean against the wall for support. He takes a moment to push the mask up to perch on top of your head and then puts his face close to yours, speaking loud enough for you to hear over the near constant racket in the sky. 

“Can I trust you not to collapse for a moment?” 

You shoot him a slow, halfhearted look of warning. “You have a lot of nerve talking to me about trust right now.” 

“Hey, hey, everything turned out fine, didn’t it?” 

Forcefully shaking off your post-orgasm stupor, you reach up to shove at his shoulder. “How are you so sure of that, Heizou? For all you know they could be talking to a Doushin right now! How are we possibly going to explain ourselves if we get - -“ 

He suddenly swoops in, silencing you with a kiss that makes you squawk in surprise and outrage alike. You try to push him again, determined to stand your ground on this, but you soon find yourself grudgingly softening under the coaxing pull of his mouth. Far be it that you wanted to let it go so easily but … well, this was a pretty convincing argument. 

Feeling your resolve start to weaken and then crumble, Heizou finally pulls back a moment later with a big, boyish smile that makes your heart skip a beat. You still try to cling to your anger though and look away from him with a huff, but he just leans close to press his forehead against yours, effectively taking up your entire field of vision so that you can’t avoid his attention. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about a thing. I’ll take care of it if anything happens. Promise.” 

Pausing, he tips his head to brush the tips of your noses in a decidedly puppy-like nuzzle, and you find yourself smiling even though you try very hard to keep it at bay. He was frustratingly hard to stay mad at. 

“Come on, let’s get you sorted out and taken home.” He murmurs softly as he tugs the top of your kimono back into place, but you don’t quite miss the sly inflection in his voice. Not by a long shot, and his grin just widens when you give him a questioning look. “If we don’t hurry back there won’t be anything left for me to eat out of you.”

⭐

Crossposted: here

[i-eat-deodorant]

yeet these baals I need to know

[WIP ASKS]

Before he departed for the surface world, The One Who Waits had given him a very specific set of instructions. 

Head to the dilapidated lighthouse rising out of the ocean. Talk to the keeper, and extinguish all the lights whether they want to or not. At nightfall, follow what remains of the pier, to where wind-scuffed planks are eaten away by the ocean. Drop a single heretic’s head into the dark waters. 

(Lamb had been all too willing to provide the head–they seem to have those in excess, he thinks, and all pretty fresh too. He can see why his mentor was so pleased with them compared to all his other vessels–under the thin veneer of civility was a war machine that followed unerringly like a sheep and killed like a wolf.) 

The waters were thicker here, his candlelight only glancing off the surface of inky depths. With the low fog shrouding the pier, he could barely see what’s beyond his own face. The severed cow’s head Baal tossed in barely made any ripples at all as it sank to the bottom. 

Now all he had to do was wait for this Teeth in the Darkness to emerge. 

Baal didn’t mind taking his sweet time waiting. To feel the wind against this corporeal body, taste the saltiness of the breeze and feel the solidity of his sun staff against his paws, all of it was a welcome reprieve from the stifling atmosphere inside the Gateway. He appreciated his master for giving him and Aym a second chance to prove his strength as his right-hand men, he really did, but when you died on the cusp of puberty, spending the rest of the afterlife with a dating pool of your mentor and your brother got dull fast. 

Perhaps he’ll lie about the negotiations taking longer than usual. Find a nearby fishing town, flirt with a couple fishing boys before the heretics come to chase him out. What his master didn’t know won’t hurt him, although there’s probably a reason he sends Aym on these kinds of missions more often. His brother would rather get things done, then go home and sleep. 

Small bubbles were beginning to rise up to the surface. The Teeth in the Darkness rose slowly, water like black oil sluicing off their hooded form. Baal gripped his staff tight, hackled bristling. The only features he could see of the Ravenous were his snout and smile, teeth unnaturally sharp.

-

Baal bared his own teeth. “If you’re already aware, then cut the pleasantries. Master has far more power than a false thing like you can ever imagine. Tread carefully, or your gullet will taste the full force of my wrath. Sate that ravenous hunger of yours once and for all.” 

Fox let out hissing laughter, like wind whistling through bone chimes. “Haha! Bold words from someone so tasty. Very well, a deal is a deal. What does he wish for?” 

“Protection. Clean up. Surveillance.” Baal unfurled the map he had on hand, tapping an unsheathed claw on the places he and Aym had spotted heretics in and being careful not to draw too much attention near the portal to the Gateway.  “Master still retains some influence over the southwest lands claimed in his name, but recently there’s been an influx of heretics wandering into his territory. My brother and I are becoming recognizable, and he needs more discreet methods of dealing with the infestation.” 

“More heretics? Would it have something to do with a certain Lamb who has been taking the Old Faith by storm?” 

“You know of Lamb?” 

“Do I?” He smiled. “We’re well acquainted.” 

baal is sent to strike a deal with the fox. the fox agrees, but has a proposition of his own. and what proposition is that? well my friend that is a mystery it's smut it's smut if you haven't guessed already it's just smut. i think baalxfox is an incredibly funny crack ship ok

i wrote this... right before the relics of the old faith update, which kinda invalidated all my baal headcanons after it came out. he's written as very pedantic and abrasive here, which was fine with the base game dialogue but fell apart with the introduction of the dlc dialogue. yeah. perils of having your lore invalidated by updates, i suppose.

[starleska]

I'm not gonna lie, you're really convincing me to start writing/drawing/animating Y/N x Wally Darling stuff...

You have great concepts and the simp in me is being fed and I love it AHEGAJAGAJA I just worry that there's a chance that Clown had advised against it and I've yet to see that in a post somewhere in the past. But seeing as you're enjoying writing all the Reader x Wally Darling stuff with no worries (good on you btw!), it's all okay right?

/nm /gen

hey there Laurs!! aww, thank you very much 🥰💖 i love getting messages from people inspired by my fanworks, it makes my heart all fuzzy!! just a little endless cycle of good vibes and creativity :3c now, the bulk of your ask is a tough one to answer!! i know i've posted a lot of fanworks for Welcome Home, but at the end of the day, i'm just a fan like anyone else, trying to do my best to respect Clown's wishes. honestly, given the chance i would love to talk to them and ask these specific questions that a lot of fans have been firing in my direction. i have reached out, but understand those messages have likely been drowned under thousands of others!!

so @partycoffin, on the off-chance you're reading this: i hope you're doing well, and taking care of yourself in this terrifying, exciting time!! thank you for sharing your lovely world with us - we're all just so in love with your characters and universe 🥰💖 if you'd like to talk, please feel free to reach out. it would be great to know that you're okay, and i'd be happy to field any questions you have about your bustling new fandom (who have been destroying my own notifications for the past two weeks!!). it may be presumptuous of me, but perhaps having an inside look on what questions fans have might help make this explosive growth seem a little less scary. however, there's no obligation to reply - we're thankful all the same :3c

as far as i am aware at the time of writing this post, i don't think Clown has any problems with Wally x Anon/Reader/Y/N fanworks...or at least, i haven't come across any sources stating so.

the big thing that (if i'm understanding the guidelines correctly) is that Clown doesn't want us to be putting any NSFW Welcome Home material into the main tags. we have to remember that Welcome Home has blown up very quickly, and Clown deserves a chance to breathe and adjust to all this success before laying out those boundaries (if he wishes!). that's why, although i do write NSFW for other fandoms i'm refraining from doing so for Welcome Home until stated otherwise. i can't imagine how stressful it must be dealing with so many notifications, people impersonating, trying to sell their work, exhibiting invasive and creepy behaviour...on top of the overwhelming demand for new Welcome Home stuff. i think as fans we should just vibe and play in our own little bubbles without stressing them out too much, and adjust when we receive new information. for instance, i didn't know when i made my Wally Darling edit that they were uncomfortable with non-canon art being associated with the main game. i've since reached out to see if i should take the video down with no reply, and went with the consensus of a group of fans i asked for the opinions of - to leave it up until asked otherwise. pretty much - i don't think Wally Darling x Anon fanworks contravene the guidelines that Clown has given us so far. they aren't inherently NSFW, and i'd hope that anyone who is making NSFW fanworks is tagging appropriately, as is the courteous thing to do. i'm of the opinion that fans are going to do fandom things, and there's always going to be folks making adult-oriented works, and that's okay!! but i'm also always happy to respect the wishes of the creator in terms of how they'd like that work to be tagged and presented. i think Toby Fox did it best when he first suggested the 'Undertail' tag for NSFW works - a real stroke of genius that i see lots of fandoms still using today. again, do take this with a grain of salt! i don't know Clown, and very few of us do - we're just all interpreting his words in vastly different ways, and that must be terrifying to deal with; thousands of people getting very angry or very sad because they think they can or cannot do a specific thing they never actually said. it's not anyone's fault that Welcome Home blew up so suddenly and there wasn't time for precautions to be taken, but it is the fault of those fans who are overstepping boundaries and need to re-examine their relationship to this art. it sounds like you're good to go on making those animations, and i would personally love to see them 🥰 thanks again for being so sweet about my silly headcanons!! it's honestly been quite scary adjusting to the amount of attention, but please know i'm grateful and appreciative of every ask, reply and message that comes my way 💖

[iwoszareba]

why you love your chosen LI prompt but Knave edition so you know it's gonna be toxic and miserable ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

also demon Woljif warning

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"You still love him."

He was aiming for disinterested and detached but what came out of Woljif's mouth was transparently accusatory instead. 

Chief didn't turn instantly, still transfixed on the cityscape of Alushinyrra and figures moving below, but the twitch of his fox ears was a clear tell that he heard him alright.

"You jealous?"

When he finally moved he crossed his arms, smile wide but eyes narrowed. Something between a challenge and a mockery. Many would balk at the threatening aura of chief's presence, but Woljif didn't need to cower, if their time together taught him anything it was how to stand up for himself. Regardless if threats were external or posed by those he cared for.

"Of what? Bein’ a sorry excuse of a demon lord is hardly something to covet. And bein’ with one? That's even less desirable, chief."

Knave's gaze narrowed further, his smile grew sharper... and then the bubble of tension burst with his sudden laughter.

"Well, too bad! I'm free to make my own terrible, terrible decisions."

Just as abruptly he stopped chuckling and tilted his head in consideration.

"Would love to see what you would do with a demon lord tenure. We could think about it someday, prince."

Commendable attempt at a subject change. Chief knew how much this unfaltering belief in him meant to Woljif and probably hoped that would throw him off his game but the cards were in the open and he would not let go so easily.

"Thanks, but I think I'm good for now. Don't wanna catch dear granddad's attention more than I already have."

"Your choice."

He committed to the nonchalance with a shrug, then turned around to lean on the railing once more. Woljif quietly moved to stand next to him, mimicking the relaxed position. 

Outright asking would lead to the same dismissive result so they just stood there, silence turned into a battleground of long stretched moments.

The city looked as it always does, if you can say something like that about an everchanging place so closely aligned to chaos. In a way it was strange how easy it was to get used to it. Even the screams. The more unusual sound was a frustrated growl bubbling up in chief's throat.

"What difference does it make to you?"

He barked out as he combed his fingers through his hair in annoyance.

"No difference, really. I was just thinkin’ when we wrapped up the whole crusade business, same thing would happen to your dalliance with that snake."

"That was the plan."

"But?"

"I'm shit at sticking to plans."

Woljif couldn't stop the snicker that escaped him at this straightforward admission. Maybe chief was in a sharing mood after all.

"I don't get what you saw in him in the first place. It was no-brainer that he wanted to use you for his own goals."

Another low growl.

"And how was that any different from everyone else? Galfrey, Areelu, even you. Socothbenoth was the only person who saw who I was, instead of someone he wanted to see."

Woljif's brows furrowed.

"Not to destroy a surprisingly sweet notion, but it might've been the case of you accidentally just… bein’ the kind of person he was hoping for."

He glanced at Knave who was intently staring at nothing in particular, the next words quieter and softer than chief’s usual.

"Still felt nice at the time. It felt like we understood each other."

This didn’t make a lick of sense to Woljif but what can you say to argue with feelings? They are always plenty stupid. So once again they stood in silence. This time around not as tense, yet somehow more uncomfortable.

Eventually chief moved to leave. Not through the doors. He was already on the other side of the balustrade ready to slide and jump. Typical. Even so he turned to face Woljif one more time, his earlier glum expression replaced with a wild grin.

"If I could open my chest raw and squeeze this affection out of my heart, or bash my head against the wall enough to remove all thoughts of him, I would. But here's the kicker: he probably feels the same and that's a great fucking joke."

[sakurarisen]

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So this one's gonna be kind of long, apologies ahead of time- XD

Despite her rough life, Sera has kind of always known there's more to her than even she can understand - And this is a feeling that only grows once she's finally able to settle down with Zack into a calmer, more peaceful life, and learns how to cope and face the things that've happened to her. The more she finds ways to cope and finally have the life she's craved and deserved, the more it feels like she's standing on a frozen lake; there's so much more under the surface, so much more to her, and yet she can't access any of it past the occasional tap on the ice and a temporary, slight bubbling up of the cold water underneath. So, so much more... Something, but she's never understood what, no matter how much she tries to find the answers to 'what makes Seraphina Fair tick?' - A question that comes up especially often in her FF7 canon, when she realizes the materia she picked up on her way to Gongaga is a summon materia for Shiva, eventually gaining the use of her aid and power, albeit at the cost of her own energy and needing serious bedrest after.

This question of what makes her 'tick' and what lies under that frozen over lake is now the same in every verse: Because Sera holds the power of one of many elemental phoenixes - In this case, the Snow Phoenix.

There's lore I wrote up a very, VERY long time ago (and need to rewrite and fine tune, now XD) for another OC of mine whose bloodline is descended from a phoenix - Essentially, the phoenix lived in in an era where gods walked the planet freely and many gained a following, with the phoenix especially enjoying a temple and a fair number of worshipers. But as humans do, war eventually broke out, and the phoenix himself was targeted for his feathers under the false claim they would give the power of rebirth and the inability to fall in battle, causing his temples to be overrun in the people's bid to get their hands on them.

The phoenix stood tall and protected his temple and the priests and priestesses within it, eventually taking human form to fight beside them, and at the end of the war, began a bloodline with his most trusted priestess that eventually, many hundreds, probably thousands of years later, to my other OC - Who, for multiple reasons, thought she was the last of the phoenixes despite being only a halfbreed.

Expanded lore I've been working on, however, adds more phoenixes; the original was a solely fire-based creature, while the others that existed among the world were of other elements - Ice, lighting, water... The original 'myth' had been passed down among the people of a pretty remote village, and the myth/legend had inevitably changed over time, like playing a game of telephone, until all mentions of other phoenixes and gods ceased to exist within it. Nobody knows there's others - But even so, Sera herself inherited the defensive, healing powers of the Snow Phoenix, while her older brother Thoma inherited some of the fire phoenix's power - Two phoenixes who were originally siblings, now echoed in Sera and her brother, linked closely together just the same as the originals.

However, despite Sera embodying the Snow Phoenix in just about every way - defensive and protective in nature, rose from her 'ashes' to keep moving forward (multiple times over her life, actually, this girl SHOULD have died several times over and managed to survive), an affinity for ice magic/abilities, ranged fighting, a healer, hiding in the form of a snow leopard/human/snow fox, etc., that's all for another post and not this one which is already longer than I intended it to be - she isn't strong enough to use it, at least not in full. The circumstances of her life/lives have made it so that while she HAS the power within her, she's too physically weak to access it, and using it in full would more than likely kill her - Though she can access incredibly tiny fractions of it when she desperately needs it, or with the aid of Zack and Thoma, her soulmate and the single blood relative/member of her birth family she has left she's super close to.

This lore also fits into just about everything I have running for her; reincarnation and rebirth is a thing across all my blogs (every verse and AU is another lifetime for the muse, with them all being connected in the end by being the same person reborn into a new life with the same soul, changed only by the timeframe and circumstances they're born into, otherwise the exact same person), and the snow phoenix follows her through all of them. In GI, it's an old power caught up in the rebirth cycle, in FF7 it was a familiar of Shiva she aided into gaining human form - Nothing like an ancient in any form, but a being connected to the goddess and the elements (who still needs materia even with her innate abilities), and so on.

This... This isn't implemented YET because I need to figure out how to rewrite the phoenix myth and organically insert it into Sera's stuff, but this is... This is just Sera. This is my girl, and it's taken me over a decade to FINALLY figure out this is what she's had lingering within her, even though I've known there's something there for a looooong time. I want to make SURE it makes sense and doesn't step on toes when I add it in, or buck anything in canon lores for any of the verses, and I really want it to work out - And since Sera is inherently fandomless/multifandom at her core, it should be easy enough to do that?

But also I've been rambling for FOREVER here so I'll cut this one here XD I'm just?? So excited to finally know what's going on with Sera in more detail, and I have SO MUCH MORE I'm working on on top of this! <3

[authorautumnbanks]

How To Tame A Sorcerer (70)

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Damn fox.

Naraku frowns as he dodges an attack from Shippo. The female sorcerer leaps from behind and goes after the fox, who kicks her away with a scoff. Shippo's tail flicks back and forth in obvious agitation.

He huffs, trying to regulate his breathing. Damn that fox. Damn that shikigami. Damn that dumbass Naoya for falling for such an obvious ploy.

How stupid could one truly be? Why would the priestess go for one such as Naoya?

Idiot.

This entire clan is nothing but idiots that cannot follow directions. He longs for the days where he was able to make his own incantations and force them to follow his will.

Though they were useless in the end as well.

Naraku looks up and glares at the cat shikigami perched on the nekomata's back. He flicks his wrist, sending a gust of wind at them. The nekomata growls as it is thrown around and into a building.

So, the shikigami can only maintain one barrier at a time. Kagome must have created it. No way one of these sorcerers did.

"You need to put your glasses back on," Shippo says, "because you can't seem to tell the difference between me and Naraku."

"You are one and the same. Demons. Just like curses, you come to destroy everyone around you." The human, Maki, retorts as she raises her sword.

"This demon is actually on your side." Shippo sidesteps the attack. "I happen to be partial to humans."

"My blade is partial to no one."

"Last chance to back down," Shippo says flatly, tossing his spinner at Naraku.

It hits him in the gut, and he crashes to the floor.

Shit. That hurt more than it should have.

"That's my line," Maki retorts, dashing toward the fox.

Naraku wets his dry lips. He is at a disadvantage. He should escape.

Yes, he should leave now while they are distracted. While Maki seems hellbent on taking Shippo out. The fox is unfortunately stronger than he used to be.

He backs away as he waves his arm, sending the arrows away from him and towards the nekomata and the shikigami. Those two are pissing him off.

"Nothing personal, but you're pissing me off," Shippo says with a fang filled smile. The fox snaps his fingers and Maki is set on fire.

Naraku inhales. Damn fox blocked off his exit as well. Not even the woman's screams are enough to appease him. Fox fire is a bitch to deal with. Yumi used to set him on fire if he didn't procure the latest trinket she wanted or if he didn't give her enough guards.

"Shippo! What the fuck?" Megumi bangs on the barrier, but Shippo flicks his tail and turns to Naraku.

"You're colder than you used to be," Naraku says, tilting his head. "But you're still weak," he goads.

"Aww, you coming on to me? Sorry, I don't fuck with spiders." Shippo flutters his eyelashes and presses his hands to his face.

"Who would fuck with a fox?"

Disgusting.

Shippo laughs and transforms.

Naraku's heart stops. "You think such a trick would work on me?"

Shippo flicks his long red hair. "You don't like the look? Yakeru told me you and Yumi worked together." He runs a hand down his side. "But I don't believe that's all you two did."

Naraku glares. How dare he. "Believe what you want." He lashes out, sending a spiked tentacle at Shippo.

How. Dare. He.

He should have killed the fox when he was young. Should have done a lot of things. Should have absorbed Mahito when he had the chance.

How dare this low-level demon try to play mind games with him?

Shippo chortles. "Oh, this is rich. Did she even love you? Course not. Has any woman loved you?"

"You talk too much." Threads of invisible webbing shoot forth from his fingertips, binding the nekomata and shikigami. He extends his reach and binds the fox.

"Shippo!" Megumi throws his body at the barrier, but it doesn't budge.

Naraku dismisses the sorcerer. So long as he stays in that bubble, he can't reach him, and it doesn't look like the sorcerer can get to him either.

Shippo huffs. "This is annoying."

"You're outclassed." Naraku takes a step forward. The heat from the fox fire is hotter than any normal flames. How odd that Maki isn't dead yet. "I'd ask if you have any last words, but I don't care." He turns his arm into a sword. A clean cut to the neck should do it. He refuses to take any chances to give the fox any kind of opening.

"So cold, you'd really cut Yumi's head off?" Shippo sneers, and the expression is all wrong. How dare he wear her face.

He doesn't blink. Doesn't respond. Instead, he raises his arm.

"I can't believe you would do this to me," Shippo wails.

His eye twitches. Bastard. He'll strike him down and use his skull as a cup.

Crash!

Pain blossoms across his face as he hits the floor. His jaw is dislocated. Naraku stands and pushes his jaw up, clicking it back in place.

"Yumi! I'm here!" Sukuna's vessel yells, running over to the fox demon. "We got Shippo's message."

"I have eyes, and I'm Shippo." Shippo rolls his eyes and Naraku gnashes his teeth.

Why is he still wearing Yumi's face?

"HUH?" The pink-haired sorcerer turns. "Wait? Really? But…why did you kidnap Kagome-san then?"

"You dumbass."

"Is everyone okay?" InuYasha shouts, brandishing his sword like the heathen he is. Doesn't matter how many centuries pass, InuYasha is still as rotten as the day he laid eyes on him.

"Uh…Maki isn't," Yuji points out. "And Megumi is stuck in a bubble."

"She's fine," Shippo huffs. "Leave her though. Told her to stop attacking me." Shippo changes back to his original form. "And Megumi is the only safe one here."

"Woah! How did you do that?"

Naraku clucks his tongue and releases a gust of miasma. The fox was bad enough. Now InuYasha is here too?

"Shit! Cover your nose!" InuYasha yells, swinging his sword in an attempt to stop the miasma from spreading towards them, but it's no use.

How did they get here, anyway? He glances up and hums. So, the other nekomata is here too? Doesn't matter, it won't come down unless it wants to be hit with the miasma as well.

"Just as useless now as you were then," he says, yawning. His jaw aches. Fucker must have put cursed energy behind that punch.

He turns to the blue fire. How annoying, but it's not enough to stop him. Chancing the fox fire is better than staying here. He pauses and shoots tentacles out of his back.

"How are you not affected?" He turns as he wraps one tentacle around the sorcerer's neck.

Sukuna's vessel struggles, but like a snake, it only makes the tentacles constrict even more.

Naraku presses his lips together. He may as well take care of this pest now. The sorcerer continues to struggle. The nekomata circles overhead. Naraku rolls his eyes and releases more miasma, creating a covering. The only thing saving the sorcerer is that he is Sukuna's vessel. Trying to absorb him would spell more trouble than Naraku wants to deal with.

A laugh wretches itself from the sorcerer's throat. Naraku snaps his attention back to him.

Shit.

He really switched with Sukuna? He didn't seem like the type, but the proof is in front of him.

Unease punches him in the gut. He unwraps his tentacles from Sukuna and takes a step back, near the fox fire. The flames heat his back. A bead of sweat drips down his brow. He's cornered.

"For half breed, you're holding your head a bit too high."

"Speak your terms." Naraku grits his teeth, though outwardly he keeps his expression blank. King of curses or not, he will not bow. He didn't bow to Sesshomaru, he isn't bowing to some reincarnated sorcerer.

"My terms?" Sukuna laughs and rips off his own finger. "Know your place." He flashes out of view.

Naraku's eyes unfocuses as he tries to find where the king of curses disappeared to.

Damnit. Why isn't the miasma working on him? He grits his teeth and then groans as Sukuna appears in front of him, gripping his face and forcing his mouth open.

"Not my first choice, but you'll do," Sukuna says, forcing his finger down Naraku's throat.

He scratches at his arm. Tentacles burst from his body, lashing out, but the finger goes down and Naraku chokes on his own scream.

It's dark. Cold. He's back at the cave all those years ago. But there's no Kikyo.

There's no Yumi.

It's just dark.

He flexes his hand, but the darkness envelops him and the screams of the other demons rip his mind to shreds.

He needs to keep…fighting. Needs to stop Sukuna from taking over his body. Needs to take back control.

But.

His control slips, and the darkness pulls him in. The many demons that make up his body crowd around him and pick at his flesh until his mind is blank and there is nothing.

Sukuna flexes his fingers. His arm trembles and dies down to a muscle twitch.

He's back!

Free of that brat.

He laughs, a full heartily one. One that brings him joy to his core. He's back. He's free.

He's gonna fuck some shit up.

"Sukuna!" Yuji yells, panting as he clutches his chest. He sucks in a breath as though it will be his last one.

It should be.

Sukuna stares at him. What an ugly face. "Brat." He throws a cleave at him.

Yuji falls to his knees. Cuts litter his face and rips his clothes.

How boring. The brat has nothing to offer. Nothing but hand to hand combat.

Pathetic.

The miasma dissipates and the nekomata charges at him. Sukuna holds out an arm as the nekomata locks its jaws on him.

"You got more guts than the other one," he comments, pointing his free hand at the nekomata's head. He'll blow this one's head off.

"Kiara!"

Sukuna rips his arm free and jumps out of the way. A portal appears where he was standing. He peers at it.

Death.

Nothing but death is on the other side of that portal. It calls to him, trying to drag him in, but he digs his heels into the ground.

Sukuna cuts his eyes to the dog-eared demon.

An attack that sends someone straight to the other side? The portal closes and the demon skids to a stop next to the brat.

"Get up."

"I'm up," the brat replies. "Sukuna! What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Sukuna flicks his wrist and a gust of wind hits them. His lips twist into a smile. Oh, this body is better than he thought. He dashes forward and kicks Yuji in the gut, sending the brat into the fire.

"Oi! Ya bastard, focus on me." InuYasha points his sword at Sukuna and charges forward.

That sword is a problem.

Sukuna dodges and grabs the sword. It sparks and shocks him. He frowns as he punches InuYasha in the face. Damn. His hand is burned.

His rct output is low.

InuYasha swings his sword and Sukuna can't dodge. The attack hits him straight on as he thrusts his hands out in front of him to block what he can.

Shit.

That damn half breed is still fighting back for control.

And he isn't healing fast enough.

Still. He doesn't have time for this.

Sukuna shoots off a cleave at the fox and releases more miasma. The poison doesn't affect him, but the demons are having trouble with it. He accesses Naraku's memory, forcing the spider to give him the intel he needs.

A cloud, huh?

He summons a cloud under his feet. His arm is still smoking, but his rct is kicking in. The other nekomata and the shikigami fly towards him.

These idiots never learn.

He sends out a blast of webs, binding them and sending them crashing to the ground. His arm trembles.

He needs to sink Naraku further into the shadows.

Annoying.

"SUKUNA!" the brat yells, while the demons struggle to their feet.

He snorts. As if any of them can really do anything to him.

"You're not worth my time," he mutters, flying off.

Now then. Where is Uraume?

***

A/N: Watched Villainess Level 99 and started watching Bucchigiri. Didn't realize how much I needed to sit down and relax myself.

Let me know if ya'll want that Shikon lore and I can write up a side story for it.

I did find a cover artist for the original serial I'm working on, so launch date for that honestly depends on when the cover is done.

Next update will be either Wish I Could or Thousand Days. I've started on both, but leaning more towards Thousand Days being updated next.

Stay healthy. Stay safe (there was a random shooting at a gym by my house this week). But don't allow fear to paralyze you. Drink your water and make sure you are taking in some content that feels your well.

Here's some future Satoru crumbs for How To Tame:

"What was it like? Inside the prison realm?"

Satoru brushes his knuckles down her cheek. His eyes darken. "Cold. Except for the locket you gave me. That was the only warmth in there. The only light. After a while, I started seeing things."

Kagome frowns as she holds on to his hand and arm, pressing her face into his palm.

What kind of things?

Satoru smiles. "I lived a thousand lives in there and in each one of them, one thing remained constant. You. I never stopped fighting to make it back to you."

"Satoru," she says, blinking away the emotion swelling in her eyes. She will not cry.

"It's okay, Gome-chan." He pulls her into an embrace and breathes in her scent. "Doesn't matter if it's one life or thousands. I will always find a way back to you."

[dontlookdown]

Nick’s Favourite Music of 2022

Those who have followed my work for a while know that I usually start the new year with a collection of reviews looking at my favourite songs of the year. This year, I’m only doing the one post. If my experience with burning out halfway through last years’ list taught me anything, it’s that I can’t commit to the traditional series of twenty-plus blog posts when I know full well that I don’t have the time or the energy to see it through. Maybe things will be different next year. For this year, I’m happy to compromise.

Below, you’ll find the list of my 20 favourite songs of 2022 (YouTube links in the headings, Spotify embed at the bottom), along with a few words about why I love each particular one. Let’s go!

Röyksopp – “Speed King”

I started putting this playlist together with the first and last tracks already in mind, due to their lengthy runtimes. Normally, I’d kick things off with a true opener, something loud and driving. Despite its name, “Speed King” is not that. It’s a slow, electronic burn that builds into something truly formidable. My immediate reaction upon first hearing it was “This is the Daft Punk track I’ve been waiting for since 2005,” but that backhanded compliment ignores how the way the bassline steadily bubbles away in the background is pure Röyksopp, a hallmark that you’ll find throughout their work. The duo released three albums over 2022 and, while there’s great songs on all three (especially the tracks featuring Alison Goldfrapp and Susanne Sundfør), they saved the best for last.

††† (Crosses) - “Procession”

We’re going to stay in a low-key mood for a bit with the next two songs. Considering how I fell in love with Deftones in 2020, it seemed right that I should check out Chino Moreno’s side project when they re-emerged with their first new material in nine years. The PERMANENT.RADIANT EP turned out to be the perfect taster for this group’s softer, more atmospheric sound. I particularly loved “Procession”, which is the perfect showcase for Chino’s distinct voice and a show-stopping bassline that kicks in at 2:40.

The 1975 – “About You”

I find it difficult to pin down my feelings about the 1975. They’re a band I always want to keep at arm’s length, and yet they’ve ended up my year-end lists three times now. That’s an achievement in itself, but doing it with three songs that sound nothing like each other is something else. “About You” is the most U2-ass sounding song of the year. And I like U2 a lot.

Asunojokei – “Diva Under the Blue Sky”

Here we fucking go. Asunojokei are a Japanese band that have picked up the “black metal but happy” torch from Deafheaven and ran a mile with it with their album Island. I keep getting Undertale vibes from “Diva Under the Blue Sky”. Something about the main melody feels very reminiscent of the excellent work Toby Fox did on that game's soundtrack.

The Beths – “Silence Is Golden”

A bit of blistering Kiwi indie rock to get the pulse up.

Phoenix – “After Midnight”

I was not expecting this. A beautiful reminder of what Phoenix are capable of, absolute masters of a slick, twisty pop-rock style that’s very much their own.

Fred again.. – “Jungle”

A true club banger. Turns out you can do an awful lot with a chopped vocal sample, a savage beat and a great sense of dynamics and timing.

Ibibio Sound Machine – “Protection From Evil”

I’ve got a lot of love for tracks that find ways to keep building and building upon themselves. Having a truly magnetic presence like Eno Williams front-and-centre on the microphone would’ve been enough, but having her vocals and the rhythm behind her slowly rising in intensity before colliding together with horns for the climax is downright magical.

Beyoncé – “Pure/Honey”

Never bet against Bey. There’s a reason RENAISSANCE was the near-unanimous critic’s pick for album of the year, that’s because it’s just so damn fun to listen to in full. “PURE/HONEY” splits the difference between the album’s two moods: hard-edged house to start, with shiny disco as a chaser. The way the songs shifts between those two gears makes it the perfect pick for this playlist.

The Weeknd – “Take My Breath”

I remember first hearing “Take Me Breath” and thinking “this needs something extra”. That something extra turned out to be the extended version on the Dawn FM album. Almost twice as long as the single version, it allows the backing beat room to stretch out, with the chugging muted guitar and arpeggiated vocoder properly setting the scene for song to make more of an impression. It doesn’t just benefit the song, but the album as a whole. The three-song-run of “How Do I Make You Love Me?”, “Take My Breath” and “Sacrifice” is a thrilling moment from an artist with a career full of them.

Spoon – “Wild”

“Wild” is my favourite song of the year. I knew that the second I laid ears on it. Spoon have been one of my favourite bands for a long time, and the fact that they can still come up with songs this good after 25 years is awe-inspiring. “Wild” is such a perfect Spoon-esque song, it’s honestly incredible that they hadn’t written it already.

Alvvays – “Belinda Says”

A blast of aural sunshine, with a key-change befitting of its namesake.

Camp Cope – “Running with the Hurricane”

This was a late discovery for me in December. While making my way through all of the hyped releases I’d missed, it was refreshing to come across music that was so direct and earnest. A true breath of fresh air, which I assume a hurricane would also have plenty of.

Shamir – “Reproductive”

By contrast, this was an early favourite that I rediscovered while combing through my existing collection. It always takes me a few plays to properly acknowledge the lyrics of songs. Once I noticed the streak of self-loathing running through this one, it just made the deep sadness of the music hit harder.

The Smile – “Free In the Knowledge”

Choosing my album of the year was tricky. This and the next four acts on the list were all contenders for the crown, though none jumped out as instant picks like previous winners have. In the end, I gave it to A Light for Attracting Attention by The Smile (the new band featuring Thom and Jonny from Radiohead, and Tom Skinner from Sons of Kemet), simply because I had a nice little moment to myself while listening to it for the first time. Relaxing alone in the park, in the warm sunshine, feeling at peace with everything. By the time I’d gotten to “Free In the Knowledge”, I felt a calmness I hadn’t felt in months. Other albums just can’t compete with those personal moments.

Big Thief – “Change”

One last quiet moment before things pick up again. “Change” is a cool breeze of existentialism on a warm day, the kind of vibe Big Thief have been very good at for some time now.

Black Country, New Road – “The Place Where He Inserted the Blade”

I’d said in the introductory post for my 2021 blogs that, after being slightly disappointed by their debut, I was looking forward to Black Country, New Road delivering on their next album. And boy, did they. Ants From Up There is a record that was fascinating on first listen, and keeps revealing hidden layers on repeat plays, especially when digging into the lyrics. “The Place Where He Inserted the Blade” (it’s about cooking, not killing) is a rich portrait of domestic malaise, the kind Jarvis Cocker used to dabble in. It’s sad that vocalist Isaac Wood has decided to move on, but I’m glad he’s putting his mental health first. That can’t have been an easy decision. And, once again, I’m very interested to see where the band goes from here.

Black Midi – “Sugar/Tzu”

I’d lumped Black Midi together with BC,NR and Squid (or Black Midi, New Squidi, as I liked to call the grouping) in that 2021 post, but they really couldn’t sound more different from each other. While BC,NR spent the year chasing a deliberately pastoral sound with strings and all, Black Midi made a record that sounded like an arson attack at a Cole Porter recital. Hellfire is Black Midi’s most accessible record yet (not a high bar, admittedly), and it’s helped grow my appreciation of their previous work too. If you’re in the mood for hearing three musicians (plus a brass section) playing the ever-loving shit out of their instruments, “Sugar/Tzu” is the song for you. I’m a very big fan of the little guitar break at 3:20.

SpiritWorld – “Relic of Damnation”

My ferocious appetite for metal and hardcore did not diminish in 2022, and SpiritWorld’s DEATHWESTERN was the best the genre had to offer this year. It’s loud as hell, yes, but there’s a buoyancy to this band’s music that harkens back to the thrash metal of the late ‘80s. A song like “Relic of Damnation” isn’t just interested in pummelling your ears, it also wants to propel you forward, smashing through whatever boring chore you have to finish. This band is almost single-handedly responsible for me processing as many invoices as I did this winter. I’d listen to Randy Moore make that demonic horse neighing sound with his guitar all fucking day.

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard – “The Dripping Tap”

This isn’t the longest song I’ve featured on these year-end lists, and it sure-as-shit won’t feel like it either. Of the five (yes, five) albums worth of music Oceanic overachievers King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard released this year, “The Dripping Tap” is the crown jewel. While I’ve found some of the band’s other work to be somewhat meandering, this song is 18 minutes of pure, focused, fast-paced psychedelic rock. It’ll take you on a wild ride without even leaving your living room, and the time flies by whenever I put it on. The way the opening verse returns with a vengeance (and the full band behind it) for the final minute feels like a real gift, and the perfect way close out both this playlist and 2022 in general.

Thanks for reading! I enjoyed writing this! If you fancy reading more from me, I’ve done similar series for every year going back to 2011 (and basic lists for 2008-2010). Just copy and paste this link (https://dontlookdown.tumblr.com/tagged/best-of-20xx) and edit the year to see them!

[leeyanyanyaaan]

Kitsona Koven

A Kingdom Hearts "Heart Hotel" inspired AU, ft. all my kitsune OCs and personas 🦊

Where a young girl finds a kitsune mask amongst the abandoned belongings of her family's attic. Upon putting it on, she finds herself amongst multiple others uncannily resembling herself, only to find out later these are her other identities from other worlds.

"It all started with The Mask.

As I began finding identity within my personas and original characters, The Mask has grown and moulded along with them.

Now, it is the catalyst that holds them all."

Lee Anne

Sora; The Main Heart and soul/persona of all the Kitsonas.

Lee

18 years old

149cm / 4'11"

A graduating but struggling high school student.

Her main passion is writing, but she also enjoys gaming, watching anime and reading manga and books in general.

Her favorite colors are black and red.

Her favorite animal is a fox.

Quiet and introverted in public, yet that is but only one of many sides of her. Bubbly and energetic with her friends, cold and aloof towards her family, at ease on her own.

Doesn't know what she wants to do in college/university and is having an existential crisis over it as graduation nears.

Renge

Roxas; the Nobody.

Renge (蓮華)

16 years old

145cm / 4'9"

A half-kitsune. She needs to hide her kitsune side in public.

The chaotic gremlin baby kitsune of the group.

Looks like a cinnamon roll, can actually kill you.

Will steal your food.

Reincarnation of yANYAAAN, my old alias and persona.

Wears Japanese-styled casual clothing, likes hoodies and flowy pants.

Has reddish-brown undertones to her hair

(Art by @/pacpauo on Twitter)

Guren

Xion; the derivative of the Nobody.

Guren (紅蓮)

16 years old

163cm / 5'4"

Also half-kitsune but seems to have inherited more of the human side of them.

The one that just goes with the flow with everything because they have no idea what’s happening.

You’d think they’re a braincell holder but NO they’re just as head empty as everyone else.

The one that does it all with the straight face no energy. Super chill though.

The other half of Renge.

K1T5U3

Ventus; the Heart that resides.

Kitsue (K1T5U3) is just an alias

aka Kit (K1T), K1, The Fox Bandit (unofficially labelled by black market locals)

Real name: Hu Yanyan (狸晏炎)

17 years old

148cm / 4’10”

An infamous hitman at the young age of 14, she’s known for the kitsune mask she wears and the white fox tail that follows behind her. While it may seem fake, it is, in fact, a true fox tail, which is only a sign of her being a successful experiment of the government. A mysterious girl she is, her existence is often mistaken as some sort of legend, as no one’s ever truly seen her, though rumour has it that the ones who do meet her never live to tell the tale.

Long story short was sold to the government by her selfish parents who wanted the money from volunteering her into this obviously dubious experiment.

Cynical. Sceptical and distrusting, but has a vulnerable heart that she had to build walls around. Will be a tsundere towards those she loves, not wanting to seem weak or soft. Is ultimately a loyal person if you earn her trust.

Has a cheeky mischievous side to her, will only show it if she's close enough to you. Resembles Renge in which she has this innocent childlike demeanour.

She needs love and care she's been through a lot

L (leeyanyan)

Vanitas; the derivative of the Residing Heart.

Unit #1030-4

She no longer remembers her human name, but was lovingly given the nickname "leeyanyan" by the scientist that was working on her. She uses that as her identity ever since.

A refugee cyborg war machine. Has forgotten all of her memories except for her basic model details as her creators removed them all. She escaped from the organization in rebellion. Constantly on the run.

Before her conversion, she begged the scientist working on her to spare her. While that scientist couldn't do that in fear of punishment for disobeying the superiors, they did keep her memories safe in a memory card and was planning to secretly input it into her after conversion. However, things took an unexpected turn down at the laboratory, so the formed rebellion's plans had to make compromise in order to successfully escape. The scientist didn't make it.

L/leeyanyan doesn’t know how to act and feel like a human anymore and is troubled by that. She only knows how to kill, which she chooses to only do so if threatened.

Uses kunai. Has mechanically enhanced abilities as a robot-human.

She feels like she’s looking for something, someone.

[thesufferingisendless]

I’m not sure anyone saw this post but FUCK YOU ANXIETY I’M POSTING THE IDEAS ANYWAYS

Name of the game: Currently, still no idea.

Concept: 2D game (Side view, Risk of Rain style) that has a heavy emphasis on being very tactical and resourceful, being brutally difficult even on the lowest difficulty (and difficulty of game is not achieved just by giving enemies absurd HP, no on harder difficulties the enemies will try to use like actual tactics and stuff)

Story: Humanity came to an end 600 years ago, due to a genetically modified Cordyceps hijacking a massive network of war robots and beginning a barbaric purge of all biological life. However, life still thrived due a virus carrying a chunk of the Human Genome reprogramming the DNA of most animals to make them anthropomorphic and sentient and humanoid and all that jazz. The facility where the computer network controlling all the robots- and the Cordyceps hijacking it- has been found, and you, as a group of soldiers (1-6 players) now find yourselves raiding it to end this once and for all and push back the endless waves of the soldiers of the mechanical apocalypse.

Now comes the exciting part where I rant about all the character ideas I came up with…

PRISM THE FOX

“Prism… You, ah, HAVE heard the phrase ‘Never bring a knife to a gunfight’, right…?”

“I have, Joy. But they never mentioned swords.”

As agile as he is fragile, Prism is a swordfighter that specializes in gracefully dodging and weaving between enemy attacks. His mere presence seems to slow down bullets, and his ability to create a ‘bubble’ where time within is slowed makes dodging even the bulletstorm of a machine gun possible, and graceful. Of course, this agility comes at the cost of having to drop any and all armour, and Prism can easily be taken out by a single stray bullet, making his abilities not helpful to his survival, but necessary. Remember: Your greatest strength is to pick your fights. This doesn’t mean Prism is ONLY melee however: He also has a handgun, which while it doesn’t fare very well against heavily-armoured foes (which is to say most of them), he at least has a ranged option. The handgun and slowdown abilities actually mean he can shoot missiles out of the air just as well as he can dodge them, so keep this in mind, as Ven (see below) is a lot less effective against explosions compared to bullets.

VOID THE ROBOT

“I-I’m as much of a destruction-lover as the next gal, but… Isn’t that a bit… excessive…?”

“What’s a bit excessive? The rocket-powered sledgehammer or the shoulder-mounted artillery cannon? You’re gonna have to be specific, Tara.”

Void is quite the destructive character: At the cost of not being very agile nor very tanky, Void has the firepower to completely demolish most foes in a matter of seconds. From artillery strikes to flattening enemies with a giant rocket hammer, to even being able to magically pull an entire mech suit from his pocket-dimension top hat, Void is able to rain down death upon his enemies swiftly, and without even a shred of mercy or hesitance. Of course, be mindful, as explosions and artillery shells don’t really care who they’re hitting, and can easily vaporize your own team members if you aren’t careful. Ironically, he also does amazingly when it comes to stealth, thanks to wheels in his feet negating the loud clanks of footsteps against the metal floors, but he can also deploy small drones for recon or distractions, which means if you play well you can slip behind enemy lines and ambush them with enough firepower to vaporize them before they’re even alerted to your presence.

VEN THE MOTH

“Venny, darling, I really think you should’ve stayed home this time…”

“Prism, relax. I know what I’m doing. And I know how much you wanna keep me safe but… That’s my job. Now just stay behind me, okay?”

Ven isn’t exactly a fighter, nor is he agile. But being an 8 foot tall poodle moth (with a bit of jumping spider blood in him) combined with heavy armour and a shield makes him basically an impenetrable wall from the front. Able to take flight to reposition easier, and also able to use his antennae to sense threats before the rest of the team can, Ven’s job is to be a walking barrier for the team to hide behind. Allies can shoot out from behind the shield, and even if the shield isn’t lowered Ven’s heavy armour makes him tanky from all sides either way: However, he couldn’t take the heavy armour, shield, AND a weapon without being too heavy to stand, so when it comes to actually killing enemies, he relies heavily on his team. He was able to cram some healing tools onto his belt though, making him the ultimate in support. Another thing to add is that he’s 8 feet tall and not exactly thin, meaning smaller passageways like vents are a no-go, making stealth nearly if not completely impossible.

JOY THE CAT

“Now, I’m not questioning, um, Void’s- U-Um, your dad’s judgement, but um… Are you sure it’s safe for you to come with us…? N-No offense…”

“Of COURSE it’s safe for me to come with! Lack of working legs doesn’t make a sniper rifle any harder to use! But… If my safety makes you so worried, I do have an idea revolving that shield of yours…”

Joy is a teenage black cat, who’s wheelchair-bound by a spinal injury leaving her legs partially paralyzed and too weak to hold her up on their own… but with a custom-built tank tread wheelchair made for her by her adoptive father Void, she’s kitted herself out with a high-powered railgun sniper rifle for taking out single targets, as well as some artillery cannons for crowds. She specializes in assisting from a distance, knowing her weaknesses and working around them. She can also fold up her Wheelchair into a backpack, and at the cost of losing her artillery capabilities, she can hitch a ride on Ven’s back while her wheelchair is folded, taking out enemies with her sniper rifle, which can be hooked up to an energy cell on Ven’s back, removing a big chunk of its damage and accuracy but making it rapid-fire. Just watch out for ambushes.

TARA THE WITCH

“OP couldn’t come up with any witty two-textbox exchanges between me and another character. That is quite the L on his part.”

Tara is… very strange. A cloned organism created using the Virus that anthropomorphized all animal life and fusing it with a tiny sample of the Cordyceps that now commands the Machines hellbent on destroying all of us, Tara was created: A sentient fungal colony taking the form of a faceless, strangely-proportioned, curvy-hipped witch, and her skills are equally as odd: She’s quite fragile, though her limbs can extend and retract like ropes to allow her to grapple around, and while she is incapable of attacking directly, she has many skills to cause chaos amongst enemies, creating clouds of spores that redirect enemy missiles back at foes, creating decoys to confuse opponents and draw enemy fire away from allies, using gadgets to mess with enemies by afflicting status effects, to even being able to turn weak enemies to her side if she’s within melee range. And of course, she makes sure to look good while doing it, a cause Void can get behind.

I have quite a few ideas for a game I wanna make but I dunno how to make games…

mind if I cope by just posting what I have so far here? I need to rant about this (Also yes I do want reblogs/comments telling me it’s okay I know y’all will be okay with it it anyways but, y’know… anxiety)

[gamenu]

Got my Mizutsune egg! It’s over for everyone now.

[hopeless-ro-simptic]

Familiar Cerulean Eyes- pt 20

Click here for my Masterlist. Part 21

Warnings: NSFW, terrible smut, lots of fluff as well, cliffhangers. The usual. 

Word Count: 4.9 K

I’m sorry for how long this took. 

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 To say that the beta’s of the pack were excited was an understatement. Both Toga and Twice had taken it upon themselves to separate you and Dabi immediately, much to Dabi’s complaint. There was even hint of happiness radiating off of Kurogiri, no matter how faint his scent was.

After whisking you away to her room, Toga had immediately set into riffling through her closet, chattering away at top speed as she did so.

“I had picked this up awhile ago, I was saving it for something special and I think this works.” You eye’d her suspiciously as she pulled out a short white dress, simple in design but still gorgeous in your eyes. It was something you would have picked out yourself.

“And you just so happen to have picked out a white dress for me?” Her smile only widened at the accusation clear in your question. You couldn’t help but wonder just how long the Beta’s had been discussing this idea.

“Oh and one more thing!” She pulled out a shoe box and you could only groan, fear of what was inside making you pull away from her a protest on your tongue.

“I promise they aren’t that bad! You only have to wear them long enough to walk down the aisle.” You only narrowed your eyes at her before sighing and peering into the box. God those were high, but it wasn’t like this was your first time walking in heels. Rei had made sure you had learned how to manage in fancy clothing, insisting that one day it would come in handy. You knew that she had meant it in a different way, so that you could be comfortable at the many balls and gala’s that heroes attended. That you would have attended had you of stayed at Shoto’s side.

Still… she was right. It was useful information regardless.

You didn’t put up too much of a fuss as Toga flitted around you, insisting on helping you put on the dress and heels before she sat you down in her bathroom on an old rickety chair and started to pull out makeup products and hair products. You were surprised to find that she had a whole slew of makeup stowed away just for you, like she had been hoarding it just for this moment. You couldn’t help but feel your heart stutter at the sight, noticing the blush on her cheeks grow at your warming scent.

You let her expertly handle your makeup, surprised at just how adept the teenager was, to which she only stated she watched a lot of videos in her free time. And after everything was completed on the face, she went to tackle your hair, grooming it to perfection just the way you liked, until finally she stepped back and let you take in what was facing you in the mirror.

It was very rare that you truly felt pretty, especially within the last few years. Shoto had never outright told you if he found you attractive or not, and even though Touya told you several times when you were kids, you sometimes didn’t believe him.

Looking into that mirror, all dolled up, with the tought that Touya, your Touya was alive and waiting for you just in the other room…

You never felt prettier.

“I never thought I’d get to do this…” Toga was rubbing her eyes, like she was trying to keep herself together. It dawned on you just how important this was to the beta. Sure, you were the one getting married, but for the head beta in a pack, which without a doubt you knew was her even without anyone coming out and saying it, setting up a wedding or a bonding party was one of their highest honors.  

You turned and reached towards the beta, pulling her against you and wrapping her in a tight hug, nuzzling her scent gland and letting out a contented purr.

It was something that Shoto had mentioned that some of the UA kids did with the Beta’s in their class. He had been so shocked when he came home from school one day, explaining that he had accidentally walked in on one of the stand-offish alpha’s of the class, scenting the class’s most outgoing beta. You had been confused asking if this was out of the normal, only for him to look at you with equal confusion before clarifying that no, it was a normal show of acceptance, a show of friendship, something that packmates did quite regularly. It was only shocking because this particular alpha was known to be extremely rude and insisted he hated all of their classmates, including the bubbly beta and when Shoto had announced his presence the alpha immediately blew up on both him and the beta, figuratively and apparently literally.

At the time you had thought it was weird, the thought of being that close with someone other than your alpha. Of being comfortable enough with someone else to actually want their scent on you, in seeking comfort from that person and providing comfort back.

But holding the Beta in your arms, inhaling her scent and pushing out yours, feeling the exact moment that she stopped being a statue and melted into your arms, returning your purr with one of her own, one that sounded like she was holding back tears, you completely understood.

“Thank you so much.” You whispered into her ear, feeling the beta let out a pup like whine to which your omega only purred back to.

The two of you only separated once a loud pounding on the door shattered the moment, Twice’s head sticking through the door with his hand covering his eyes as he spoke.

“Are you guys ready yet? We’ve been waiting forever- Oh my gosh are we having a cuddle sesh? Can I join?.”

You didn’t get a word in before the tall beta was in the room wrapping the two of you up in a bone crushing hug as he hummed in delight. You couldn’t help but laugh, enjoying the bubbling scent of the beta’s surrounding you.

All at once Twice pulled away, looking you up and down letting out a low whistle as he rested his arm on top of Toga’s head, leaning against her.  You noticed the annoyed look she sent him and had to stifle your laugh, his face possibly more serious than you had ever seen it.

“Are you ready? Cause we’ve got alcohol to get to and a wedding to drink.”

--

���In the armmms of an angellll .” Twice’s voice rang out loudly through the bar as he wrapped an arm around Shigaraki’s shoulder’s serenading the leader who just rolled his eyes and accepted the Beta’s attention with his ever-present frown, drink in hand.

“fly away…“ Dabi’s low singing voice in your ear had you curling further against him on the couch, laughing slightly as you nuzzled into his scent gland inhaling deeply.

The actual ‘wedding’ had gone by in a blur, Twice insisting that he was ordained and was able to legally pronounce the two of you married, which you highly doubted but it wouldn’t matter. You doubted the two of you could get the paperwork notarized without getting arrested anyways. Still the Beta’s had insisted that everything was done according to the book, even going as far as having Toga be your maid of honor, Shigaraki begrudgingly being Dabi’s best man, and most hilariously, Spinner being both the flower girl and the ring bearer. Kurogiri had even escorted you down the aisle before taking his spot next to Shigaraki.

And Twice had in fact convinced Dabi to at least put on his nicest pants, a black button up that had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a loosely done black tie. As close to a suit as you were going to get.

Though no one could stay serious for the vows. You hummed happily at the memory of Dabi’s mischievous eyes glittering as he vowed to always provide his services while you were in heat. To which you responded with a vow to give him the attention he needed when he was being clingy. His pout in response as well as the scoffs of laughter from the other alpha’s had you preening.

Now two hours later, everyone was sprawled out around the bar. Toga laying down face up on the counter swirling her drink as she drunkenly sang out with Twice, who currently had Shigaraki in a lose choke hold as he sat with his back to the counter, ignoring the beta and lost to a conversation he was having with Spinner about the mechanics of a newly released video game and how they were ‘mind blowing’. Even Kurogiri was leaning against the counter, staring down at his drink in his hand with what seemed like a smile.

After about five whole minutes of dancing, which was way more than you ever thought you would get out of him, Dabi had sprawled down ontop of the couch, and drug you down ontop of him, wrapping you up in his cacoon of warmth, as he hummed along to the songs that were coming from someone’s phone, each one taking a more depressing turn than the last but still hyping everyone up.  

And that is where you all had sat for the last hour or so, drinking, laughing, chatting and singing. Having the best time that most of you had had in a long time, the mixed contented scents of everyone making a delicious concoction that kept the mood going.

You could feel the deep rumbling of Dabi’s purr underneath you, starting to lull you to sleep, responding only to your own softer lighter purr of contentment as he took a drink of his whiskey before setting his glass back down on the floor beside the couch, his fingers cold from the ice as he slipped them into your hair, playing with the strands as he spoke.

“You smell like the Betas.” It wasn’t an accusation, more of a question resting in his voice as he watched you with peaked interest in his eyes.

You knew he had to have been stewing on the question for a minute now, curiosity burning at him, and you let that curiosity burn as you hummed softly in response.

“And they smell like you.”

“Mhm.” Was your response, nudging your nose against his neck again, feeling Toga’s stare from across the room even with your eyes closed, could hear her shift up into a sitting position.

“What? Are you cheating on me with the betas now? And on our wedding day?” His question was met with a snort, amusement lighting up his face as you lifted your head to peer at him.

“You mean to tell me I can’t scent the beta’s of my own pack?”

You felt it more than heard it. The way that everyone went quiet, their attention shifting to the two of you, even if they weren’t actually looking. The only one out and out staring was Toga, a look of reigned in hope crossing her face. Anxiety creeping softly into the scents of everyone in the room.

You mentally rolled your eyes, somehow knowing everyone’s thoughts. You knew no one had out and out said it yet. They didn’t act like a pack, not most of the time, and several of them would probably argue against the mere idea, but you knew deep down that’s what they were. Even if they didn’t scent each other and have a big pack nest. Even if they kept secrets from each other and fought.

Even if they were all a bunch of villains.

“Pack?” Dabi repeated the word softly, his eyes only focused on you, too many emotions to count running through those eyes as his thumb stroked your cheek, his fingers tangled in your hair.

You just simply nodded, laying your head back against his chest and closing your eyes, releasing more of your contented scent as you snuggled against him.

And everyone seemed to have relaxed with that simple answer. Moved on from that conversation and continued with their celebrations. Everyone other than Toga who was still staring at you with awe, only becoming distracted when Twice maneuvered his way over to her and pulled her off her perch on the counter and spinning her into a clumsy dance, laughing as she started to belt out to lyrics with him.  

You just melted against Dabi’s chest, purring away as he played with your hair, feeling nothing other than pure bliss as you were surrounded once again with the happy scents of your pack.

--

You were giggling like a lunatic as you beat your fists against Dabi’s butt as he walked. After awhile Dabi had suddenly gotten the idea that the party was over and it was time to take his new wife to bed. Something he had very loudly announced. At first, he had tried to pick you up bridal style, but after about five steps into the hall he had decided that was no longer fun and instead threw you over his shoulder, one hand sliding around your thigh and the other wrapping across your butt to hold you in place as he marched his way back to your shared room.

It wasn’t until the two of you were finally into your room with the door closed behind you that he finally set you down on your own two feet, his hands not leaving your hips as your laughter all but drying up at the hungry look in his eyes as they raked along your body. You couldn’t help but shudder, your mind wandering back to when you had first woken up in his apartment weeks ago, the look that he had given you so similar to the one he was giving you now. You didn’t recognize the look at the time, but you did now.

Like he was seeing you for the first time after years apart.

“Da-“

“Touya.” His right hand moved up to cup your cheek as he continued to look at you, blue flames burning in his eyes as he drank you in.

“I mean I can’t promise I’ll be quiet..” Your little joke had his lips quirking up at the edges, shaking his head incredulously at your ability to be shy one minute and bold the next.

“I told them … everything, while you were getting ready. Well other than Toga, but Twice has probably filled her in by now.” Your heart stuttered at his words, a smile blooming on your face as you looked up at him. Your fingers playing with his hair on the back of his head. He trusted them. The two of you finally had a family that you could trust.

You didn’t answer, instead lifting up on your tip toes and pressing your lips against his, his fingers at your cheek moving back into your hair, pressing you closer against him and deepening the kiss. He let you up for air for the briefest of moments, you barely letting out a giggle only for the sound to immediately be consumed by his mouth again as you felt him slowly walk the two of you backwards until the end of the bed hit the backs of your knees. At feeling you stop his hands dropped down to lift you up, wrapping your thighs around his waist as he crawled onto the bed, softly placing you down, not letting his lips leave yours, his tongue pressing against them for entrance which you willingly granted, running your own against the cool metal ball that had you clenching your thighs around him.

The low rumbling growl that escaped his throat had your omega purring back in response, wiggling slightly as his left hand roamed down your body, finding the edge of the white dress, and hiking it up, up, up, his right hand fisted into your hair as he broke your kiss, moving his lips down to your neck causing you to arch your back into his touch and rubbing his face against your scent gland. It was only after he had fully covered your scent with his own, his fingers finding your ass and digging in only to earn a chirp of protest that had him grinning wildly, that he finally pulled away from you, sitting back between your legs on his knees looking down at you, ignoring further chirps of protest from your lips as his hands moved up to loosen his tie completely. Your eyes hyper focused on the movement, your heart stuttering.

You stayed still, watching in awed silence as he pulled his tie from around his neck, leaning over you with his signature smirk as he gathered your hands above your head, sliding the silky tie around them and pulling it tight, earning a soft whimper from you that he hushed with his lips against yours for the briefest of seconds. He cupped your chin between his thumb and his finger, using his other hand as an anchor to keep him steady above you as his molten eyes latched onto yours, making sure your complete attention was on him before he spoke.

“I need you to be a good girl and be quiet and listen. I know that’s hard for you.”

You had a retort ready on your tongue, your face pulling into a frown and your eyes turning into daggers that only made him chuckle, leaning down to drag his tongue up your throat making your words die before they even had life. His lips stopped just above your own, his breath fanning across your face, the smell of cinnamon whiskey and smoke enveloping you completely which you couldn’t help but take a big inhale of, your eyes latched onto his lips, watching the way they twitched into a smile as he spoke.

“I love you, (y/n)” Your eyes snapped up to meet his, feeling your body warm up at the words, sounding foreign coming from his lips but like home at the same time. You wanted to repeat them back to him, but he continued speaking without giving you a chance, pausing only to litter small kisses and nips across your face as he did so, slowly moving down.

“I know I don’t say it enough, and that I am a complete asshole most of the time… and that you deserve so much more than what I can give you.” He paused at that one, his voice catching as he buried his nose against your scent gland again, taking in a deep inhale of your combined scents before he continued, his mouth moving down your chest as he does. You wanted to speak, to reassure him and tell him that he was everything you wanted, but you also wanted to hear what he had to say, so you stayed quiet, only purring softly to him as he spoke.

“And I’m sorry that I can’t promise you things that an alpha should be able to promise on their wedding day.” You started to cut him off this time, but he only placed a harsh bite at the flesh peaking out of the top of your bra, his fingers pulling the top of your dress down as he did so, a short gasp leaving your lips as he sucked on the spot, your hands twitching where he had them tied up. His other hand slipped back under the bottom hem of your dress, kneading the back of your thigh roughly, pressing his body further against yours caging you in as he let out another low growl.  This one a warning, a threat. A promise. If you weren’t going to be quiet on your own, then he would make you.

“I can’t promise you that we will never spend a night apart again. I can’t promise you that there will always be food on the table and a roof over our heads. I can’t promise you that we will ever be able to have kids or that I would even be a good father to begin with.” He kissed down your chest as he spoke moving towards your stomach, pressing his lips to the bunched up white fabric of your dress until he reached skin again, his lips igniting a fire in your blood, making you squirm under his touch. He paused right under your belly button, his eyes catching your own once again as he peppered light chaste kisses in that area, an apology in his eyes that made you wonder if he felt the same burn behind his eyes that you did at that thought.

“I can’t… I can’t promise that you will ever be safe.” You could feel the warmth growing in his hands as he talked, could smell the tinge of burning anger inside his scent only for it to dissipate as he pressed his nose against your hip bone, inhaling deeply. His hand that was kneading your thigh guided you to bend your knee so he could just turn his head and press his lips against it, nipping at the skin as he did so causing soft whines to leave your lips. His hand moving around to grip the outer side of your thigh, holding you in place, his other hand lightly fingering the scrap of fabric that was the waistband of your underwear.

You didn’t know why he was saying all of this. It was all things that you already knew, that the both of you had already talked about. Things that he already tried to use to get you to run, to get far away from him. To push you away. But it didn’t work. It didn’t work then and it wouldn’t work now. So why?

He didn’t give you time to verbalize your question, blue flames licking across your skin with only a feeling of mild heat, the fabric of your underwear burning away, the flames controlled with precision so not to burn anything else. You couldn’t help but hold your breath, your body tensing at what was to come as he let out a quiet hum of appreciation at the scent of your arousal, at the slick that was building between your legs. You watched with anticipation as his lips ghosted across your core, a wave of hot air spreading across you making you bit back a groan as his lips latched onto the inside of your opposite thigh instead, sucking harshly, teasing eyes watching your back shift off the bed temporarily.

There was an audible pop as he released the skin of your thigh from his lips, his canines glinting as he smirked up at you before he dipped his face down, blowing cool air right into your center causing you to close your eyes with a low whine, begging for him to stop teasing.

“But,” His raspy voice rang out, forcing you to open your eyes again, watching him as he licked his lips slowly, the metal piercing in his tongue shinning as a taunt, his fingers digging into your hips in bruising grips, as if preparing for you to buck him off.

“I promise that I will make life hell for anyone who tries to keep us apart.” All of the air was ripped out of your lungs leaving you gasping as he slid his tongue up your clit, circling it once before pulling it into his mouth with a sharp suck, his teeth lightly grazing across it before he released you only for his tongue to drop down to the gathering slick, coating himself in it before returning back to the already swollen nub with a groan of satisfaction.

“I promise that I will do everything I can to make sure you are taken care of, even if I’m not there.” His lips brushed against you as he spoke, his thumbs rubbing circles into your thighs, and his tongue returning its attention to your clit as soon as he finished his sentence, taking his time with you, dragging his piercing back and forth across the sensitive area like he had all the time in the world. The only thing keeping you against the bed was his grip on your hips, and the tie keeping your wrists bound to the headboard above your head.

“I promise that I will kill” his growl vibrated against you as he nipped your clit, causing you to buck against him with a loud whimper, a moan escaping your lips as he slammed your hips back down to the mattress, using his forearm across your hip bone to press you further into the bed as his other hand shifted to stroke his thumb against your entrance, spreading your slick around his rough skin. “anyone, that tries to hurt you.”

You probably shouldn’t be as aroused by the idea of that as you currently were, but you didn’t let your brain linger on that, couldn’t, as he slipped a finger inside of you, curling it to rub against your spongey insides, his tongue soothing the ache that he had created skillfully. You strained against the tie around your wrists, his name, his given name, leaving your tongue as you attempted to grind up against him, only for him to insistently hold you still to continue his ministrations, making sure you were dripping from his spit and your slick before sliding a second finger in, pushing pressure on your sensitive spot from the inside as he rubbed along your walls.

Your mix of moans and whimpers only edged him on, and every time you closed your eyes or tried to look away, he would reward you with a sharp tug of your clit with his teeth causing you to refocus on him with quivering lips.  The fire in his eyes feeling like it was spreading throughout your own body, radiating through you and making your skin hypersensitive.

“I love you, (y/n).”

You could feel a familiar building in your core, a coil that was winding tighter and tighter at his every touch.  One that had you gasping for air, trying to remind yourself to breath as you pushed your hips against his arm desperate for more, more, more. He gave just enough pressure on your clit to make you see stars the second that he removed it, his tongue languidly rolling across it, flicking his piercing like a pro and soothing any pain that you felt before he again pulled your nub between his lips, sucking harder and harder until you felt like he was sucking your soul out, only to release again and start the process all over. His fingers staying in perfect time with his mouth, long enough to reach all the right places, thick enough to stretch your walls in a way that had you panting and writhing underneath him. He was building you up and up and up with no regard to how far the fall would be.

“I love you, and I am completely, irrevocably yours.”

You vaguely realized what he was saying… the wording of it. The fact that the alpha between your thighs wasn’t claiming you in that moment, that he was doing the opposite. Submitting.

That realization tipped you over the edge.

For one brief airless moment, you were at the top of the rollercoaster, the view in front of you terrifying in its beauty, the knotting feeling in your stomach sudden as you realized you had no option but to hope you would survive the next few seconds. Then you were falling. Plummeting towards the earth at a speed that had you screaming out, not in fear but in ecstasy.

His name was a prayer on your lips as he guided you through your climax, helping you come down down down until you were a panting mess, pulling at the bonds holding you in place and arching away from his touch with a different kind of whine. Only then did he stop, placing soft kisses to your hips, your thighs, your stomach, messaging away any remaining tension in your body as he coo’d to you, telling you over and over again that he loved you.

Minutes later you bonds were off, and you were on your knees in front of him on the bed, purring away as his hands fisted into your hair as you returned the attention he so happily gave you. Enjoying your mate to the fullest.

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Your eyes fluttered open and you glanced over to Dabi’s phone, haphazardly tossed onto the side table in your shared room. You reached over glancing at the time which was both way to late and way too early at the same time, a groan on your lips as you pushed yourself up and out of bed, smiling when Dabi reached out for you with a soft groan of his own trying to get you back into bed, into his arms. You shifted your dress that had surprisingly stayed on the entire night, Dabi insisting you keep it on and that he loved you in white, before moving into the bathroom, taking care of business and finding a clean pair of underwear sliding them on. Your mind was on the fact that you really needed to clean up y’alls room, the bathroom especially, when the all too familiar sound of a wall being knocked in with some kind of explosionn rang throughout the air, panic shooting through your scent as shouting ensued, Dabi sitting up with a start eyes finding yours one word on his tongue.

“Run”

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Steve not noticing that he goes into Tony kisses withdrawals when Tony’s away, but the rest of the team do. Like a first if Tony is out for a day or two and Steve doesn’t get his morning kiss he’s grumpy until after lunch, so the team introduces secret “Tony is away” brunch protocols, to get it over faster. After 4 days he’s moping unless he’s training or out with friends so it’s bootcamp/friend fieldtrips time.

2 weeks where he’s not on a mission and Tony’s out of the country and so busy he can barely video chat? The rest of the team sequesters him to the couch with ice cream and tv shows that Steve would like but aren’t on the “only watch first with Tony” list.

(The list includes all Star Wars’ and Treks, LoTR, Ghibli movies, and Die Hards. Steve can watch Mike Schur shows and Game of Thrones. While Disney movies and Romcoms are allowed by Tony without him, they are banned by the team cuz Steve starts crying during them at this point in the withdrawal process)

Eventually the team just kidnaps and throws him into a Quinjet and has him surprise Tony in his hotel after 3 weeks of no Tony and no mission calls. He is intolerably whiny, has grown his depression beard, and keeps calling the president, Fury, and other country’s heads of state to see if there’s aliens attacking.

LOOK LISTEN THE FIRST TIME I RECEIVED THIS ASK I WAS LIKE WOW ARE WE THE SAME PERSON??? Because Steve-suffering-from-Tony-withdrawal is also a personal headcanon of mine that I've carried in my head for years. It's my Favorite. This ask is very fun and made me laugh a lot and I love it very, very much. Keep your brilliant ideas coming, Anon. I really love them. (I am very sorry for taking a century to go through all of them 😔) Also, since it's Steve's birthday (shhh I'm not late, what are you talking about, shhhhh), I decided to develop this lovely idea and turn it into a birthday fic! I hope you like it! 🤍

let the heart grow fonder

steve/tony, birthday fluff, established relationship, 1174 words

“Was the flight really worth it? A few more days and I would’ve been home anyway.”

“Yeah.” Steve noses the back of his ear and Tony shivers. “But I would’ve been all alone on my birthday.”

“You would hardly be alone. There’s the whole team, and besides— The entire country would practically be celebrating your birthday. Fireworks, barbecues, the whole nine yards.”

“Not the same,” Steve insists stubbornly. Tony sees Steve cupping his hands to gather some water from in front of Tony’s chest before dumping it on Tony’s head. Closing his eyes, Tony lets the warm water seep into his hair and trickle down his face, neck, and back.

He opens his eyes when he feels Steve’s fingers sweeping his hair away from his forehead. “I would trade all of it for a day of doing nothing with my fella.”

“Sweet talker.” Tony huffs. 

“‘S true.” Steve punctuates his statement with a kiss on Tony’s shoulder.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“‘S all your fault. You’re the one who was gone for a ridiculously long time.”

“Honey, trust me, if I had the choice I would much rather stay at home with you.”

Steve sighs, the sound echoing in the bathroom. “I know.”

This time, Tony cups his hands together, gathering a mountain of soapsuds. He blows on it, sending suds and bubbles flying.

“Nat told me all about it, you know.”

“About what?” Steve asks, his luscious beard tickling Tony’s temple.

“About the depression beard. All your sulking and moping. And whining.”

“I did no such things. The beard is me… trying out a new look.”

Tony snorts. “And crying.” 

“Natasha’s a lying liar,” Steve grumbles, hiding his face in Tony’s hair.

“Come on, which movie was it?”

Steve stays silent. With his movements hidden by the soapy water, Tony pokes Steve’s side stealthily.

“Ah!” Steve yelps.

“Which movie was it, baby?”

Steve huffs, resting his forehead against the back of Tony’s skull. 

And then, finally:

“Dumbo,” Steve mumbles in defeat. Tony snickers.

“Oh, honey. You’re such a softie.” Tony sighs fondly as he leans back, letting more of his weight rest against Steve’s body. He lets out a delighted hum when Steve welcomes the extra weight by snaking an arm around his waist.

“No judging,” Steve whines, and Tony grins when he can hear the pout in his voice. “You’d been gone for two weeks by then and I really missed you. Besides, you have no room to talk. Remember The Fox and the Hound?”

“Please. That’s totally different.” Tony rolls his eyes. “Anyone who doesn’t cry at The Fox and the Hound is a monster.”

Submerged up to his shoulders in warm water and pressed up against his naked husband, Tony feels well-rested and content in a way he hadn’t been for the past few weeks.

Still, they only have a few days left before they have to leave for New York, so they should probably make good use of what little time they have left in Milan. 

“I wanna take you to this really beautiful restaurant for your birthday dinner. Super romantic. We could get a private table. You’d love it.”

“Yeah?” Tony feels Steve’s hand stroking up and down his stomach.

“Mm-hm. We should probably get out soon. Get dressed. Look presentable,” Tony says, resting his head back on one of Steve’s shoulders and looking up at him.

Steve looks down at him, his unfairly long lashes wet and clumped together. For a moment, he simply stares back at Tony silently.

“What?” Tony eventually says, unable to withstand the silent scrutiny. He breaks eye contact and lifts one of his feet up and out of the water just because he can, just for something to do.

Tony watches his own foot hover above the surface of the water for a few seconds before another hairy leg breaks the surface of the water. The bigger foot settles on top of Tony’s hovering one until his leg buckles under the weight, sending the two left feet plunging back into the water.

“Rude,” Tony remarks with a frown, turning back to stare up at Steve again.

Steve is already looking at him, almost as if he never looked away in the first place.

“What?”

“Would you be mad at me,” Steve begins, one of his hands reaching up to bury itself in Tony’s damp hair, fingers lightly scratching his scalp, “if I said I’d much prefer it if we stayed in tonight and ordered room service?”

Tony leans back, incredulous. “Room service?”

Steve nods.

“For your birthday dinner?”

He nods again.

“Why?”

Steve shrugs, disturbing the water slightly with the movement. “I mean, I didn’t exactly fly all the way to Italy for the food.”

Tony softens and tries in vain to hold back his smile.

“Yeah?”

An answering smile blooms on Steve’s face. He leans in to nudge Tony’s nose affectionately with his own. “Uh-huh.”

“What did you come here for then?” Tony asks, voice dangerously low and eyes never leaving Steve’s.

“Oh.” Steve quirks an eyebrow. “Keep looking at me like that and I may just skip the room service and go straight for dessert.”

Tony smirks devilishly. “What’s stopping you?”

Blinking rapidly, Steve swallows. “Yeah?”

“I mean, you are the birthday boy.” Tony strokes the line of Steve’s throat with the back of his fingertips and watches in glee as the man shivers.

Eyes wide and cheeks flushed, Steve leans in close and—

“Actually, it’s me. I’m stopping you. I’m really craving some lasagna right now.”

Initially headed for Tony’s lips, Steve changes course and buries his face in Tony’s neck with a guttural groan. 

“Sweetheart. You’re not making things easy for me.”

Tony chuckles. “Nothing about me is easy, honey. I’m a challenge.”

“But it’s my birthday,” Steve complains, voice muffled.

“You got off an eight-hour flight, got to the hotel, and immediately napped for four hours. You haven’t had a proper meal.”

“I ate on the plane.”

“No, we need to get you some proper Italian food. Hearty, heartwarming, fulfilling.”

“Food is just food. I just wanna have you.”

“Um, excuse me? That is deeply insulting. Authentic Italian food is not just food, it’s an experience.”

“I wanna have the Tony experience.”

“You’ll get the Tony experience after you have a proper meal. Look, we can order room service, but we can’t skip dinner.” 

“Fine,” Steve grumbles, face finally emerging from its hiding place. “But can we stay like this for another fifteen minutes?”

Tony settles back against Steve’s chest and lets Steve pull him close. “Of course, birthday boy.”

Steve hums contentedly, resting his chin on the crown of Tony’s head. “You make me really happy, sweetheart. I love you.”

Tony feels Steve’s fingers interlocking on top of his stomach. He looks down, spotting the wedding ring worn on Steve’s ring finger, one that he knows is engraved with his own handwriting. 

The image of the ring is distorted by the water, but still, it glints golden. Tony smiles to himself.

“I love you, too, honey. Happy birthday.”

[patchworkpuzzle]

Pretty wifey, you're too sweet to us 🥺 and you know I have trouble picking between my faves! 😭 so you get them all and can take your pick - I'll love whatever my wife decides to gift me (also just discovered that YOU CAN DO READ MORES IN ASKS NOW

Kuroo - we would have planned on staying home and just getting chinese delivery and watch rom coms but this dork would be sweet and surprise with reservations. We're getting Italian. Afterward, we'd probably take a starlight walk. Then we'd go home and he suggest putting on my favorite movie but I'd def have other ideas and pull him into our bedroom by his tie.

Bokuto - he'd go all out but also want it to be fun so we'd probably spend valentine's day at one of those county fair things. rides and games and cotton candy and heart shaped treats. He'd win me a stuffed animal - an owl of course. Ending the night in the tunnel of love. . . and maybe he gets an extra special ride in it

Iwaizumi - oh, he is the king of valentine's. red roses, fancy jewelry, super fancy restaurant. also, italian - sorry it's the romantic food of choice - and there's absolutely a place for dancing at this super fancy restaurant. It's a perfect night and it ends with a proposal. Naturally, I'm also attaching my lips to his when we get home and he's gonna pick me up and carry me bridal style to our shared bedroom. . .

Issei - we're definitely staying in and we're getting a mix of food - thai food, pizza, fried chicken, etc. The works. And we have cake for dinner - a chocolate heart shaped cake with peanut butter frosting. But we make a whole day of it, starting with some fun in the sheets 😏 then breakfast in bed and cuddles all day while we watch trashy reality tv and action movies and maybe some rom coms. We also have a romantic bubble bath together. Eventually, we fall asleep on the couch, me in his arms and laying on his chest.

Suna - we are also staying in all day. we sleep in and I wake up by Suna peppering kisses to my face before he kisses me deeply. We'd spend the day playing mario kart with me in between his legs as we rest against the couch, of course. we'd order chinese food (suna would probably try and sucker samu into free onigiri). He got me a silver necklace that has a little fox charm on it and he carries me to bed where we eventually fall asleep in each other arms.

Osamu - He'd have to work cause, you know, valentine's day and he owns a restaurant but he'd close a little early so he can be home in time for dinner with me. . . which would be a home cooked meal from me! We'd eat dinner then relax on the couch with his fingers trailing up and down my arm as we watch some random tv show we're binge watching together.

Bakugou - we're cooking together for sure. Man would have made reservations but he knows he's a better cook than any damn extra out there. So, while I say we're cooking together, it's really me sitting at the counter and watching his sexy muscles as they chop and prep and season. He's either making beef wellington or chicken cordon bleu. He even set up the table all special with a rose and candlelight.

Touya - You'd think he wouldn't want to do anything but this is the one of the few times he wants to do something. He doesn't have a lot of good things in his life but, damn it, I'm one of the best! So he wants to make sure I know that. So he makes one of my favorite foods - chicken parm. And surprises me with breakfast in bed. Spends the whole doting on me and telling me how much he loves me. Just something chill and casual but it's perfect for us.

Shinsou - would prefer to stay home but wants to do something special so he takes me out to dinner and a movie - or, rather, dinner with a movie. He packs a picnic meal and we go to a drive in! It's showing Dirty Dancing (my fave) and Table 19 (it has anna kendrick and it's so cute!) After we eat, we lay back and watch the movie and maybe have some discreet car sex.

Okay, that's all of them. I'm excited to see which you pick because I can surely can't lol. Thank you again, my pretty wifey! 💕💕💕 Happy valentine's day! And, because I know you, whatever you write will be amazing because you're amazing. It can be sfw or nfsw or sfw and nsfw - whatever my pretty wifey wants.

Bonus!

You and I are spending valentine's day, just the two of us. I'm making your favorite meal and then I'm taking you out for mini golf. We're also gonna share a super special valentine's shake and then I'm spending all night, cuddling with my pretty patchy.

MY DARLING WIFE! 💛 First of all, wow! Look at all these amazing ideas! You put so much thought into them that I couldn't pick just ONE! I picked TWO! So I hope you like them!

And I hope you don't mind I didn't really write them as a drabble!

Now... let's prepare both arrows....

word count: 1,615

warning(s): suggestive themes for Bakugou, and Bokuto gets a nice lil surprise in the tunnel of love (hehe a handjob)

Bakugou:

This man wants to spoil you, he really does! He just hates the fact people are stupid and cause lots of issues whenever he tries

From people recognizing him whenever you both step out into a public space; not bothering to realize that he’s busy and instead harass him for information, or an autograph, or a picture. Hell, they even bug you too and he can’t have that.

To stupid chefs who can’t make a decent meal. And waiters who can never get anything you order right, or brazenly flirt with you right in front of him. Bakugou can’t even recall the number of free desserts you have gotten in the past.

So when it comes to Valentine's Day, he isn’t going to let all these people screw it up. He’s going to take things into his own hands and spoil you the way he knows best, and in the way you deserve.

A romantic candle-lit dinner is what he comes up with.

He did a fair bit of research into what most people did this time of year, and this option seemed the least eye-rolling or cheesy. Besides, he likes showing you he loves you, and he knows you love his cooking so it was the best of both worlds for him. To both spoil you and show off at the same time.

He, however, was not planning on you coming home early.

It ruined everything he planned for a surprise, but he was a man who knew how to roll with the punches. Situating you out of the way, sitting at your island counter, with a large glass of wine as you watch him prepare an elaborate dish.

You question him about it, why he was doing something so different than normal. You knew why, it was indeed to show-off and provide you with a restaurant-quality dish that was better than most restaurants

He always liked showing off in the kitchen anyway.

And you weren’t going to complain at all. Watching him in his signature tank top, chopping vegetables, stirring sauces, and frying foods was always a delicious sight - pun intended. As it always showed off his hard-earned muscles; and you always felt lucky that you got dinner and a show almost every night.

The table was already set, much to your amusement. Finding it cute that he took the time to make it look all pretty before starting to make the courses. You sat patiently and waited as he got a light for the tea candles that sat on the tabletop, and for him to pour you another glass of wine.

“Mmm, this certainly is top-notch service~” You giggled, watching as he poured your wine ever-so-carefully; not wanting to spill.

“Don’t push it” Bakugou grumble, though the smile on his face proved he was amused by your comment “Sit tight I’ll be back.”

“Oh please hurry!” You mocking wailed, giggling when he scoffed and rolled his eyes.

Sipping on your wine you waited until he returned; humming in delight at how perfectly he arranged the food upon the plate. You could tell he put a lot of time and effort in not only making it taste good but to present it to you in a beautiful arrangement.

“It’s so pretty…. I don’t wanna wreak it…” You mumbled, mainly to yourself, and couldn’t help but hide under your shoulders when his chuckle hit your ears.

To prove his point over your ridiculous mumbling, he stabbed his fork through the meat and swirled it around the plate; making a mess of everything on it. It made you giggle and you couldn’t help but follow suit.

It didn’t take long for things to fall into a rhythm. For you to both savor the meal and to chat about each others day; giving your own comments here and there whenever he was speaking to prove you were paying attention - and he to you.

It was nice, relaxing, and sweet. Certainly, something you wouldn’t be able to find anywhere else; no matter how great the advertisements for the restaurant are. And certainly, you wouldn’t be able to feel the way you did with anyone else. Halfway through the meal you couldn’t help but grasp his hand from across the table; your heart swooning when he squeezed it immediately back.

Bakugou made sure to hold your hand the entire time after that.

And when all was said and done, you didn’t even have to lift a finger to clean up. Watching as Bakugou picked up your plate and utensils with ease to bring them to the kitchen. You couldn’t stop yourself from following him; wrapping your arms around his waist from behind as your forehead rested between his shoulder blades.

“Send my compliments to the chef” You giggled, already feeling his eyes roll. And you couldn’t help but lower your hands down to the waistband of his trousers.

“In fact, I’ll send them myself~”

Bokuto:

Now here is a man who wants to show you he loves and appreciated you every second of every day. Nothing is too grand or out of his reach when it comes to you.

But the problem is, he finds it difficult to do all the normal things that couples do when this day comes up. Not to say he doesn’t WANT to, it’s just that… well a lot of that stuff is kind of boring and doesn’t mesh well with his hyperactive lifestyle and self.

So what better way to show he loves you, and treat you all special, on Valentine’s Day than to take you to one of those themed amusement parks!

They have plenty to fit so many themes and holidays, and when he saw they had one for this day of love? He was ECSTATIC and immediately called you to tell you what the plan one; to make sure your night is booked off!

And of course, it was going to be. You wouldn’t plan anything with anyone except him on this day, but you found it cute that he was so excited he missed that little detail.

It was perfect for Bokuto. Not only does he get to see you dressed all cute and enjoy all sorts of fun games; and showing you off in the process. But he gets to show off himself, t let everyone know how great of a boyfriend he is to the most precious person in the world.

He’s gonna win you so many games, especially those that show off his strength. He’s gonna hold your hand on all the rides, especially those you find scary. Treat you to every dessert, treat, and snack that catches your eyes; making sure to snap a picture of every heart-shaped item you’re about to enjoy for you.

And lord help you if you try and carry ANYTHING! Like, he’ll allow you to carry an oversized stuffy he won you, cause you look adorable carrying it around. But everything else? That’s all on him. His darling would never have to lug anything around, not on his watch! Even if he realizes he got way too carried away with all the stuff he was getting you….

And to end the whole night, he was going to take you through the tunnel of love! Ready to give you a few kisses in the safety of the dark; to hear you giggle.

Though, you had a different idea.

“H-hey hey! W-what are you doing?”

You couldn’t help but giggle at Bokto’s stumbling, finding it cute though it was not enough to stop your hands from undoing his belt and zipping his pants open. Shushing him every other second when he started to fuss

“Treating my boyfriend like he has all night” You whispered back, hand slipping into his underwear to pull his hardening cock out, giving it a teasing pump “Unless you don’t want me to”

You gave a fake pout when you looked back up at him, giving him yet another teasing pump to his length; enjoying the way he struggled to maintain his composure. You knew Bokuto thought this was risky, that it was a bad idea because who knows how long this ride will be. But you knew, you knew that in three minutes the ride would be over, so you had to work fast.

You also knew he couldn’t say no when you pouted, always wanting to give his princess what she wanted.

When Bokuto have you the shaky nod of approval you went straight to work. Your hand pumping him at a pace you knew would drive him wide. And though you wished you could let your tongue do its magic - knowing it would make him cum faster - you had to attach your lips to his to keep his noises down.

Oh, how his whimpers and trembling were shooting heat right through you, making you rub your thighs for some kind of relief as you got off to the power you had over him at this moment. Your speed picked up when you saw the light at the end of the tunnel, knowing you only had a minute left to get him off.

You would pat yourself on the back for not only getting him to his high but for having enough time to put tuck him back into his pants. Cleaning you both up before your swan boat entered the bright lights of the fair; before anyone could be the wiser.

When the ride attendant reached over to help you out of the ride, you felt a hand pull you right back down; your boyfriend waving him off and securing you back in your seat.

“Sorry! But we’re going to go around one more time!”

BONUS!

Well, you may have made my favourite dinner but I shall make you your favourite dessert to enjoy after!! And when I lose at mini-golf, because I am not that great at it, I will pay for the super-duper amazing Valentine's Day shake that we are sharing.

And you won't be able to object because I will have made a bet with you earlier about whoever loses pays, knowing I will lose!

And I'll have a few special gifts waiting for my darling wifey when we get home and I'll show them to you when we get all comfy and cuddly!

cupid patchy has shot her arrow! enjoy!