#and the physical touch is where they can meet in the middle :) as awkward touch starved fools :)

[en-chi-la-da]

hinadam week 2025 DAY FIVE - gift giving/touch/words of affirmation

i did all of them. bc i'm insane <3

[holybibly]

❣ 𝔇𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔶𝔭𝔢 𝔤𝔲𝔶 𝔖𝔞𝔫 𝔣𝔱. 𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔦 ❣ Your dorm closes for the summer, and you are literally left in the middle of the street with endless stacks of romance novels and fluffy blankets. Luckily, Yunho and Yeosang's friends have kindly agreed to take you in until the academic term starts. What neither Yunho nor Yeosang have warned you about is that your new roommates will be two luxurious Dobermans guys. They look like they've stepped straight out of the pages of those twisted romance novels you've been so obsessed with. ❣ 𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔣𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔬𝔯 ℭ𝔥𝔬𝔦 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 ℑ ❣ It couldn't be better than Professor Choi's personal lecture on Mondays. ❣ 𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔣𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔬𝔯 ℭ𝔥𝔬𝔦 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 ℑℑ ❣ Your recently divorced philosophy professor is a sight for sore eyes. How could you resist your sexual desires for him when he was the most amazing man you'd ever seen? It is a pity that you never had the no chance that he would like you —shy, awkward, and a virgin to boot. But what are you going to do when you find out that your perfect Professor Choi San is no angel at all and that he spends too much time thinking about what panties you're wearing during lectures? ❣ 𝔘𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔉𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔖𝔞𝔫 ❣ Your roommate San fucks you in the shower when the tension between you two gets too hot for you to handle.

❣ 𝔐𝔞𝔣𝔦𝔞 𝔇𝔞𝔡𝔡𝔶 𝔖𝔞𝔫 ❣ Life sucks, but you suck better. Or your mafia daddy needs to relax and you're more than happy to oblige. ❣ ℑ𝔡𝔬𝔩 𝔖𝔞𝔫 ❣ San is one of the members who really wants to have sex after the concert. He's got too much adrenaline and horny energy in him, even though he's physically tired. He needs it badly. ❣ 𝔖𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔯 𝔇𝔞𝔡𝔡𝔶 𝔖𝔞𝔫 𝔣𝔱. 𝔜𝔲𝔫𝔥𝔬 ❣ You can always feel the difference between them. San is quiet and calm; he slowly drives you crazy with his touches, preferring to prolong the pleasure for hours. Yunho, on the other hand, is passionate, hot, and impatient; he likes to take you rough and fast. He was like an icy flame, while San was like scorching ice.

❣ 𝔖𝔱𝔢𝔭𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔖𝔞𝔫 ❣ San looks like real candy, do you want to lick it?

❣ 𝔈𝔪𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔯 𝔖𝔞𝔫 ❣ It was a real surprise when you were invited to his chambers tonight, because you could never tell what he wanted. But you knew that word had probably got around - you have a taste for pain. Just like him. ❣ 𝔚𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔴𝔬𝔩𝔣 𝔖𝔞𝔫 ❣ You should have heeded the warnings before you wandered alone through the woods on a full moon night. Or where you're meeting a big, handsome and very mean wolf from whose clutches you won't easily escape and maybe that's exactly what you want. ❣ ℌ𝔶𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶 𝔠𝔞𝔱 𝔖𝔞𝔫 𝔣𝔱. 𝔖𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔥𝔴𝔞, 𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔦, ℌ𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔧𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔤, 𝔚𝔬𝔬 ❣ A feline pride of 5 luxurious predators is moving into the house next door, and perhaps a little sugary lamb is just what they crave for dinner. ❣ ℭ𝔬𝔴𝔟𝔬𝔶 𝔖𝔞𝔫 𝔉𝔱. 𝔖𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔥𝔴𝔞, 𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔦, ℌ𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔧𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔤 ❣ Hot cowboys with a lactation kink and a strong oral fixation who find it difficult to keep their hands to themselves when they meet a pretty busty waitress in a saloon who works part-time as a breastfeeding nanny during the day. ❣ 𝔄𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔠𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔠 𝔟𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔳𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝔖𝔞𝔫 𝔣𝔱. 𝔖𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔥𝔴𝔞 ❣ Aristocratic blue blood vampires Sanhwa who cannot share you with each other.

[a-heart-attack-ow]

The Arrangement. Part Four

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four: *smut/unedited/NSFW*

His teeth slowly dragged along my skin, cautious and teasing. 

The sensation caused a chill to move up my spine, goosebumps lining my skin, my body aching with need. He’d had me in this position, beneath him and at his mercy for the past hour. We’d spent the past five months enjoying our time together in this bed. 

Our bed.

We’d fallen into this pattern of spending hours in bed together, every single night. Hours of us worshiping every inch of each other. 

“You’re such a good girl.”

Colby’s voice rasps in my ear, a low growl that makes my breathing hitch. I never realized how much I enjoyed praise, until I heard it come out of his mouth. That approval, mixed with the fog of mutual desire made me live for these moments. 

I feel my eyes flutter closed as his lips press against my neck, a tender kiss before he starts to suck. Marking me was something Colby liked to do, even though I knew it meant that Kris would have to cover it up with makeup the next day. A small mewl escapes my lips as he nips the skin, a dark chuckle escaping him. 

His hands coast along my bare body, his fingertips drawing my body in closer to him. Breathing in the scent of his cologne and the sensation of him being almost too much to bear. It had been an hour of being entangled in his grasp, my aching core growing more and more needy. An hour of him not touching me where I needed him the most. An hour that felt like an endless cycle of complex desire. 

Slowly, he drags his fingers down my torso. He knows where I want him to touch me next, but I know he’s just going to tease me further. His lips pull away from me so he can look down at me. A smirk plays on his lips as he assesses the wreck he’s made of me. The tip of his middle finger lightly rubs my clit, slow small circles that make me want to moan. His smirk grows when he sees me bite the bottom of my lip. He enjoys knowing that I’m doing everything I can to not make a sound. 

“Come on darling. Let me hear you. You sound so pretty when you’re at my mercy.”

Colby drags his middle finger past my clit, dipping deep into my aching core. He slowly pumps into me and it feels so good that I can’t help but moan. 

“God, I love you.”

I moan, the words falling from my lips before I have the time to think better of it. Words that cause Colby to still his actions. We’d never said ‘I love you’ to each other. As far as we knew, we were just two people enjoying the perks of our arranged marriage. We just pretended to be in love when we were in front of the cameras. 

Everything else was just physical…

Right? 

 He keeps his eyes trained on me as he pulls his body from mine. The loss of him makes me feel cold and instantly uncomfortable. Did I mean what I said? Did I love him? The more my brain thinks about it, the more I realize that I was falling for him. Our strictly sexual relationship had morphed into something else for me. I’m not entirely sure when that happened, when I’d decided to fall for my husband, but it had and I had let it slip. Was it because we’d spent months pretending and at some point, I decided to stop acting? Was it because his smile made my heart skip a beat? Or his eyes made me breathless after only one look. Was it when I realized how hard working he was or how sweet he sounded when he laughed with Sam? In one way we still felt like strangers, but I’d fallen in love with the little things. The small intricate details that no one else would notice unless they lived with a person.  

An awkward silence engulfs us as I reach for the black silk sheet and wrap it around my exposed body.

“I’m sorry.”

Is all I manage, my eyes unable to meet his. I didn’t know what he was thinking, but his silence said it all for me. I want to run away and hide in my embarrassment. I wanted to rewind time and take it all back, but I can’t. The silence between us is almost too much, but it’s thankfully interrupted by the sound of Kris’ voice through the door. 

“Emilia? We have to get ready for tonight’s event. Remember?”

My heart drops for a moment. Another dinner party for the Brock family. The fifth one this year. The fifth time Colby and I would have to pretend to be in love in front of his family. In front of the cameras. Our lives were constantly like this, endless parties and pretending. 

I stand up from the bed, not bothering to keep myself covered up. I don’t look back at Colby, instead I grab my own robe and wrap it around myself. After the last time Kris had caught us in a moment like this, I’d kept my robe close. 

“One minute Kris.” 

I say as nicely as I can, trying to not allow any emotion in my words. From behind me I hear Colby sigh, his body moving from our bed. He reaches out to touch me, his hand on the small of my back, his lips close to my neck.

“Emilia, I-...”

He starts, our eyes meeting each other. I didn’t need to hear any fake explanation. I knew that I’d messed up. I knew that he didn’t feel the same way about me as I did for him. I knew that there was no reason to be angry with him. He’d told me from the beginning that our relationship wasn’t real. We were married, but it wasn’t out of love. It was out of necessity. 

I pull back to look at him, my green eyes filling with tears. I fucked up. I did the one thing I knew that I shouldn’t do. And that hurt. 

“I have to get ready.”

My words are cold. A sound that almost feels wrong coming from me, but I don’t explain myself to him. I didn’t want to hash this out right now, not when I knew we had somewhere to be. I feel Colby’s hand move from me, his eyes seeming to harshen for a moment as he studies me. He shakes his head and turns away, a look of annoyance overtaking him for a moment. Annoyance that I wasn’t willing to talk to him about everything. I keep my back to him while he walks around the room to find something to wear before leaving me. He swings the door open hard enough that it slams against the wall, a sound that causes me to jump. 

“Jeez. What the hell crawled up Colby’s ass?”

I hear Celina before I turn to face her, my face clearly reflects that something is wrong, but I’m not willing to elaborate. There was no need to. Right now we had to get ready for this party and I knew I would have to focus my attention on not falling apart. 

I would deal with my husband later.

—

It takes an hour and a half to get ready for the dinner downstairs. Most of it was spent on my hair, curling each long black strand into the perfect spiral. My makeup was a smokey eyed look paired with red lipstick and a highlighter that made my cheeks shimmer. Kris and Celina had put me into a beautiful red lace dress with sleeves that fell just above my knee. The black belt on my waist was beautiful, but my neckline was a little lower than I was comfortable with. But I didn’t dare complain about the ensemble, not after they’d spent all of this time on it. 

The last thing part of my outfit is my black heeled Mary Janes, a compromise since I denied their original idea of wearing black pumps. 

Over the past five months my nerves surrounding this monthly event had faded, but tonight I wasn’t able to shake the sensation of unease. After whatever happened earlier, the last thing I wanted to do was face my husband. I couldn’t shake the look of frustration on his face earlier. When I made the executive decision to not talk about my slip up. Confessing love to someone who could never love me in return. The unease followed me the entire way from our room to the downstairs guests. This time there was no grand reveal, just photographs at the end of the grand staircase. 

Colby doesn’t look at me when I join him, his back to me the entire time I walk down the stairs. Colby doesn’t bother to look at me until I’m at his side, but even then he’s not really looking at me. He’s on autopilot and the smile on his face doesn’t reach his eyes. When he poses with me, his hand snakes around my waist for a mere moment, allowing the photographers to take one photograph before leaving my side. 

“That’s enough guys.”

I hear him mutter as he walks away, his body disappearing into the crowd of people at the party. The photographers look around at each other in confusion and I instantly feel sick. Normally Colby could fake it for the cameras, but seeing him do this only proved how pissed he actually was. 

“Thank you for being here.”

I state apologetically before also walking off. Going in the opposite direction, I find Sam, Kris, and Celina who all look at me with concerned expressions as I walk right over to them.

“What happened?” Sam asks, authority in his voice. He knew that something was up, he’d known Colby for so long that he could see something was wrong from a mile away. He looks at me expectedly, his eyebrows raised. I breathe a sigh, and feel the unease worsen. Saying what I said earlier out loud made it more real. Too real. 

“I told Colby that I loved him.” 

The look of concern on their faces seems to grow when I say this. As if they knew something I didn’t. Sam breathes a deep sigh, his eyes focused on me. 

“And he didn’t take it well?”

Sam asks, his eyes moving from me to the direction that Colby had gone in. 

“I refused to let him talk about it with me. I had to get ready for this. We didn’t have the time.”

Saying it out loud made me feel bad. He’d wanted to talk to me about it and I turned him away. I’d said something that was deeply personal and then shut him out. Something he didn’t deserve. The realization of what I’d done hits me like a ton of bricks and Sam can tell by the way that he nods. 

“You should go talk to him.”

Celina says quietly, the look on her face reassuring. A look that I don’t believe will give me enough strength to face Colby. But I nod in agreement and force myself to walk away from the comfort of my friends and instead go in the direction of Colby. 

I smile at the people I pass by, my eyes focused forward. When I find him in the game room, his back is to the doorway, in one hand is a shot and in the other there’s a pool stick. Embarrassingly, when I approach, one of his friends sees me and leans over to whisper in his ear. I don’t recognize the friend, but somehow Colby knowing I was coming made my anxiety worse. I see his body tense as he takes his shot and hands the glass to the friend who’d spoken to him before. He then hands another friend the pool stick and turns to face me, his eyes cool and unkind. When he looks at me this time he actually looks at me. Studying the dress I was wearing, my hair, and the makeup. Approvingly he smirks, licking his lips. 

With his back to his friends, he reaches out to grab me, his hands holding my arms as the palms of my hands go against his tuxedo covered chest. Anyone looking at us could mistake this as a moment of warmth between two people, but the frustration he had earlier is still evident. In trace amounts, I can tell he doesn’t want to see me right now. 

“Can I talk to you?”

I ask him quietly, the eyes of his friends all peeking from behind him. Under their gazes and his I felt ridiculous. A part of me wishes I would’ve waited to talk to him, but it was too late now. I half expect him to refuse to talk to me, but when our eyes meet an undetectable flicker washes over him. He doesn’t respond verbally, instead he turns me around and puts his hand in mine as he guides us through the sea of people. Neither of us speak as we reach the back of the room and walk down the narrow hallway. The game room had a small hallway that led to Colby’s office. 

Once we reach his office he opens the door and guides me inside, locking the door behind us. 

“What do you want?”

He asks, his voice rough, distant, and very angry. His tone is controlled, but his body language reflects how mad he truly is. 

“I wanted to apologize for earlier. You wanted to talk and I shut you out. You didn’t deserve that.” 

My voice sounds small when I speak, my eyes moving to my feet. A bitter chuckle brushes past his lips when I speak. I didn’t know what he would think of my apology, but I didn’t think it would make him respond like that. There’s a look of frustrated amusement on his face when I eventually dare to look up at him. 

“Did you mean what you said? Or was it just because I was finger fucking you?”

There’s a cruelty to his words. A bluntness that made my stomach turn. This was exactly the reason I knew I shouldn’t fall for him. The way he made me feel so used at times. The way that our endless sexual encounters made me feel something more than I should’ve. The tender care that he’d shown me, was only tender because he wanted to keep fucking me. When he spoke like this it reminded me of my role here. I was the wife who had to sit pretty and do as he wanted. I didn’t get to make decisions for myself or else there would be a punishment. 

“Fuck you…”

I whisper, unable to conceal the pain I felt inside of me. The pain of knowing that I was right, that it didn’t matter to him. That I didn’t matter to him. He responds with an angry ‘Hmm’ through clenched teeth as he reaches for me, one hand pulling me forward. My chest goes against his and he holds me there, unable to move out of his grasp. 

“... I do love you…” 

This time I raise my voice and strain against his hold on me, our eyes never leaving each other. 

“...Yes, I slipped up and said it out loud. But I am in love with you, you rich, entitled asshole.” 

The moment I finish speaking I feel like I’ve overstepped, but another part of me is happy to get everything off of my chest. The entire time I’ve been here he’s walked all over me and I’ve let him without any protest, but now I was done. I was done letting him speak to me this way. I was done with him treating me this way. 

Colby's eyes darken a few shades when he heard me speak to him like that. It’s almost as if no one else has dared to speak to him like I had. For a moment the tension between the two of us feels like a pressure cooker that’s ready to explode at any moment. With me still firmly in his grasp he pushes me to the side, my back up against the wall. His hand finds my neck and he holds me there, no pressure is put on my neck, he just holds me to the wall, his facial expression blank as he assesses what to do to me. 

“I would watch how you speak to me darling.”

He rasps, his hand moving from my neck to the deep neckline of my dress. His fingertips lightly trace over the tops of my breasts, his gaze never leaving mine. Without a warning, he takes his other hand and slowly begins to rip the dress I was wearing. My breathing hitches as the cool air of his office touches my bare chest, my nipples hardening. 

“Colby.” 

I whisper so lightly that I doubt he can actually hear me. His name on my lips causes a small smile to move to his lips as he moves in closer, his face mere inches from mine. He breathes against my lips, and all I can imagine is how I feel like prey being played with by a hunter. 

“You always sound so pretty when you say my name...”

His lips trace against mine, not quite kissing me, but almost.

“... But you sound even prettier when I’m inside of you.”

My breathing hitches when he finishes speaking, his lips still so close to mine. I find my body leaning into his, desperately wanting him as close as possible. Without realizing it, my chest is slowly heaving up and down, my breasts brushing his suit covered chest. I fully realize that the only thing covering me is whatever ripped fabric is left of my dress and a pair of underwear, but I can’t bring myself to care. 

I don’t dare to reach for him. I don’t dare to do anything without him initiating it first. I still wasn’t sure of what to say. I swallow hard as he speaks once more. 

“Is that what you want baby…”

He rasps.

“...Do you want me inside of you?”

I’m struggling to breathe when he asks me this. I tighten my legs the moment I realize how much I want him inside of me. He notices how much I’m struggling, how turned on I am right in this moment. 

“Y-Yes. I want you inside of me.”

The second the words pass my lips, Colby’s mouth is on mine. He groans against me, his tongue in my mouth. I fumble with the buttons of his button up, wanting him as bare as I am. He takes his own coat off, his mouth never leaving mine. I hear him toss the jacket across the room behind him. Growing frustratated with his buttons, he assists me by ripping his shirt off of his body. A movement that causes me to focus my attention on his dress pants. I’m able to unbutton them easier than his shirt, pulling down the fabric in a frenzied need. 

“Baby, you are so eager. We have all night to do this.” 

He groans this against my lips, but I shake my head in protest. I wasn’t going to wait for him to fuck me. No, I needed him inside of me and I need him inside of me now. 

“Fuck that Colbs. I need you burried inside of me now.”

The tone of my voice that escapes me is almost animalistic. A sound that I didn’t know that I could make until this very moment. For whatever reason, I have never wanted to fuck Colby Brock as much as I have in this moment. A dark chuckle brushes past his lips when I say this. He guides his hands to my hips, his fingertips toying with the nude lace underwear I was wearing. 

“I could rip these off of you too…”

He growls, his fingertips moving to the top of the underwear before sliding them down my legs slowly. 

“... But I picked these out for you, and I’m sentimental about my baby wearing the gifts I get for her.” 

The sound of his voice makes me want to cum right then and there, but I don’t. Instead, I let him guide me to the carpeted floor of his office. Colby takes the time to look back at me as his bare body now straddles mine. Even in the darkness of his office, his blue eyes find mine. 

“I love you Emilia. I’ve loved you since the first night we properly met.”

He pauses, aligning his cock with my soaking sex. He thrusts inside of me slowly, a sensation of pure bliss fills me as he moves his lips to my chest, sucking my nipple. I moan as he thrusts once more, each movement feeling better than the last. It takes me a few minutes to understand what he’s said to me, my mind racing at the pure ecstasy that I was feeling. Hearing him say that he loved me, meant more than anything I’d ever heard before. Earlier, I’d realized how deeply I was under his spell, but now I knew I there was nowhere else I wanted to be. 

“Colby…”

He thrusts deeper, his tucking into my shoulder, as he begins to thrust faster. 

“...I love you more than anything.”

The soft nature of my voice makes him nuzzle closer to me as he continues to thrust. I feel my body nearing its climax, and I know he can feel it too. 

“Cum with me darling. I want you to cum all over my cock.”

He says the words he says are enough to push me over the edge, my body releasing itself on his massive cock. I feel his cock twitch, shooting his warm cum deep inside of me. For a moment, we lay entangled in each other’s grasps. The both of us lay quietly, with only our breathing to fill the silence. From the outside of his office, we hear the sound of the party. The music bringing us back to reality. The reality of us laying here naked, with ripped clothing and nothing to change into. 

“Colby?”

I ask, my voice small. 

“Yes, my darling?”

He asks, pulling back to look at me. He smiles at me as I jesture to our bodies. 

“How are we supposed to return to the party like this?”

A genuine laugh escapes him as he studies the tattered remains of our clothing. He’s amused by the state of us and I can’t help but laugh too. My head finds its place against his as we laugh together for several minutes, enjoying each other in this moment. 

“I’ll text Sam and Kris and have them find us something to wear.” 

Colby manages to say through deep laughter. 

“What is everyone at the party going to think when we return to the party?”

His eyes find mine once more when I ask him this. I wasn’t embarrassed by the fact that we’d fucked. I was worried that the people at our party might think we were a little rude for ignoring them for each other. He shrugs his shoulders uncaring as he studies me closely. 

“Who cares what they think? As long as I get to be with you, I could care less about what the other people think.”

His lips lightly find my forehead and for the first time since we got married I feel hope that everything could be okay. That maybe the worst was finally behind us. 

It had to be. 

Right?

[depravitycentral]

Wait do share your thoughts on troupe darlings' therapy sessions ( if you are up to it ofc.)

Tw: heads up this is long, kidnapping, mentions of non-con, mentions of physical abuse, Stockholm syndrome/mind breaks, brief mentions of Nobunaga's jar but nothing explicit, recording, set in an au where all members of the Troupe have their own darling

Of course! I've gotten a few asks about this topic, so I'll just answer it in one big go!

The idea to even have the 'therapy sessions', or awkward, forced meetings between the various darlings of the Troupe, mainly comes from, surprisingly, Uvogin. He's one of the ones who cares the most about preserving who his darling is, even now that they've been kidnapped by him - he wants them to stay them, and he's watching them slowly slip away with every passing day. Maybe, by allowing them interaction with other people besides himself (in a controlled, safe environment where he can easily pull them away, where he can watch and make sure they're not getting too close to anyone else), they'll slowly regain all that liveliness he fell in love with. Maybe they'll become themselves, again.

The rest of the Troupe is split down the middle about whether this is a good idea - some of the more lucid yanderes, like Franklin and Pakunoda, are supportive. Of course, they don't like the idea that their darling will be looking at others, speaking with them and - god forbid - letting others touch them (in platonic ways, of course - should feelings develop between the darlings, measures will be taken to forbid their interactions), but they know it's best in the long run. The yanderes can take it, with clenched fists and gritted teeth, because it's for them, for their lovely, sweet little darling, and if it gets them to love the yandere more, they'll do anything they can.

Others, like Nobunaga and Feitan, are more reluctant. They don't like stomaching the thought of their darling spending time with anyone other than themselves, and for some of them, they don't even realize their darling is unhappy. They're resistant to the idea at first, but at Chrollo's orders, they're reluctantly dragging their darling along, telling them that they'd better behave or else, or that everything will be find and he'll be right there, so don't worry baby I'll get you if someone makes you uncomfortable. (Feitan and Nobuanga, respectively, though their darlings won't have the heart to tell either of them that their words aren't especially reassuring.)

Regardless, the sessions happen roughly once a month - at a designated meeting spot, all members of the Troupe will bring their darlings. The darlings are placed into a room with a circle of chairs, a camera trained on them from the corner of the room just to make sure nothing too extreme occurs. The yanderes are all in the next room over - except, the wall may look like it's solid to the darlings, but it's really one way glass, and the yanderes can watch it all in live time. This makes some of them nervous, because they don't like the fact that the other members could be so freely ogling their darling (none of them are, they're all too busy staring at their own partner, but that's besides the point). But it's how it must be done, according to Chrollo, in order to make sure the darling is really getting the most out of the experience.

It's what's best for them, he'll tell his followers. He conveniently doesn't mention how he'd threatened his own darling with violence against the other darlings should they step out of line - an empty threat, really, because harming another member's darling is suicide, even given their devotion to Chrollo, but you don't know that.

The yanderes spend their time chatting amongst themselves or just staring, everyone too focused on their own darling to really pay attention when their neighbor begins prattling on about how wonderful and great and perfect their own beloved is.

The ones who just sit silently and stare are Feitan, Machi, and Pakunoda. They'll nod at another member if the conversation is started, but it quickly becomes apparent that they aren't really listening. It's not that they don't want to listen to their fellow member gush about their partner (well, Feitan doesn't, but still) - rather, they just can't take their eyes off their darlings. They're mesmorized, watching the way they smile and laugh, things they never do with their captor. They're trying to memorize everything about their darling, fascinated and captivated (and, in Feitan's case, aroused) by seeing their darling genuinely enjoy themselves.

The ones doing all the talking (bragging, really) about their darlings are Uvogin, Nobunaga, and Shizuku. They just simply won't shut up - they're beaming at their darling through the glass, prattling on and on about how beautiful they are and how they squeal just right when they fuck them a certain way. A lot of details are being thrown out there that really, really don't need to be, but once they start talking they just can't stop. When these yanderes end up next to each other, the atmosphere turns almost competitive, each yandere talking about how their darling has a prettier smile or is more loving, only for the other yandere's aura to flare up and a strained smile cross their face as they say okay, but my darling has a better laugh and has willingly sucked me off. It's a never ending battle, and frankly, the more lucid yanderes are left grimacing because god, none of this needs to be shared.

The ones who are pretending to listen, and sort of are (they're multitasking, but it's difficult to spend equal energy on watching you and listening to their companion talk about someone they don't care about) are Chrollo, Phinks, Franklin and Shalnark. They'll hum along and agree that their companion's darling is very lovely, indeed, but internally they're too busy comparing how much better their own darling is, mentally listing all of the things they're superior at and reaffirming their own feelings. It's unhealthy, but it's a pastime that makes them happy, because it just cements how perfect their darling is. (And it makes Nobunaga's ramblings - which are particularly disturbing - a little easier to stomach.)

As for the darlings, things are, at best, awkward.

They just don't know each other - the chances of any of the darlings having known each other before becoming their captor's targets is very unlikely, because most of the yanderes find their darlings while out on heists or in between jobs. That fact mixed with all the trauma they've each undergone as a captee for a member of a notorious criminal organization leaves everyone hesitant to talk, particularly for those who know for a fact that their yandere has killed people they've said as little as a goodmorning to.

But all it takes for this terse atmosphere to slowly evaporate is for them all to realize that all of them share this trauma, that they have something in common because what they're all experiencing is horrible. What will end up happening is that two darlings will hit it off, talking about all of the terrible things their captor has done, and then another darling will chime in. Then another. And another.

Eventually, they'll all begin bonding over just how different yet similar their situations are. A comradery is formed, and while it's born out of a sad, horrible situation, the ties these darlings form will be some of the closest, most meaningful friendships they've ever had. Soon, they'll all be looking forward to these monthly meetings, because they feel so seen and heard and understood - things that are difficult to come by with the only other person they spend their time with.

Of course, as confessions are made and each darling takes turns complaining about their yandere, things slowly get put into perspective for each darling. That is, some of them realize just how good they have it - at least their yandere isn't as crazy as some of the others. Conversely, the darlings who are victims to the more unstable or extreme members of the Troupe realize just how crazy and unhinged their own captor is - it's a slap in the face, in the most cruel, horrible way.

I know you didn't ask for a ranking of which darling's got it best to worst, but I'm going to do it anyways! So, from most envied to least envied, we have:

As Pakunoda's darling, of course, you're the one every other darling is at least a little bit jealous of. When the time comes for each darling to vent their frustrations for a bit, you can really only say that you've been kidnapped and aren't allowed to leave, and... that's kind of it. Pakunoda is respectful (or, at least, as much as she can be), and she treats you well - you're well fed, not forced into affection, and not treated like you're helpless. (She's still quite protective over you, and she'll hover when you're doing something potentially dangerous, but she won't immediately step in unless the danger is about to strike.) She spoils you with all your favorite items and supplies for your hobbies, making sure everything is fully stocked and that you never get bored. She even sometimes takes you out for small dates - dinners at nice restaurants where you dine in their private rooms, going ice skating and having the rink all to yourselves, or even just walking around the park (she'd managed to get a replica made by Kortopi, so there's no people present, so there's no one for you to be distracted with). You're strictly kept at her side, of course, and you're not allowed to speak with anyone while you're out, but it's nice. Better than everyone else, at least.

2. Franklin's darling is also one that everyone is jealous of. Franklin's not particularly soft, but he's the least invasive of everyone in the Troupe. He knows everything about you, of course, but he's good at not showcasing that. He doesn't pamper you like Pakunoda does, but he gives you space and doesn't demand that you spend time with him or treat him like your lover. Mostly, he just checks in on you and asks if you need anything, then leaves you to your own devices. He's overprotective, yes, but this doesn't manifest itself in any extreme ways unless you give him a reason to be worried, like if you hurt yourself. The thing you'll be complaining about, really, is that he's scary. He'll compliment you (and the words will actually be sweet - his voice is soft and he's sporting a very light flush when he tells you that you're very pretty and you'll hate that it almost makes you feel good), but his stature and his status as a criminal will leave you feeling on edge nearly all the time that you're with him. He hasn't hurt you, but you've seen his nen activated before, and the knowledge that he could kill you with just one shot will make your stress levels high, constantly. This doesn't seem like too serious of a complaint to all the other darlings, however, because all of their captor are dangerous and scary.

3. The only reason that Bonolenov's darling is not at the top of the list is because he's a little bit strange. Of course, they all are - they're murderers and thieves, after all. But Bonolenov has some very strict and traditional values, and this gets projected into how he treats you. He's respectful in terms of your boundaries when it comes to anything physical or with your own liberties (like sleeping on your own or dressing yourself), but he's a fan of the idea of the male protector and female provider. That is, while he doesn't expect you to be his housewife, you kind of become one. He wants you to do all the cooking and cleaning, and he'll repay you by spoiling you with your favorite items and gifting you all kinds of jewelry, clothing, and assorted goods. (And, surprinsgly, they're actually not all stolen - in fact, he tries not to steal things for you, because he thinks the gesture should be done with his own money, because then he's really spoiling you like a good husband should.) He treats you well outside of this, but he's pretty strict about your role around the small house he keeps you locked up in. If you get all your assigned work done, however, he's a pretty easy captor to tolerate. So, outside of having to do the dishes or mop the floors, you'll be looked at as having a relatively desirable situation.

4. Uvogin is a bit of a strange yandere - he's forceful and loud, but he's not bad. You'll be treated like a queen, spoiled with everything and anything you could ever want, and there's no shortage of compliments and playful teasing coming your way. He's got no issues expressing the way he feels for you, but that's exactly the reason why he ranks fourth overall. He's touchy. He won't force you into anything sexual that involves forcing himself onto you, but he'll make you cuddle with him, kiss him, let him hold you, and all kinds of other 'romantic' things. He'll slap your ass when you pass by him, loving the way you yelp and how you glare at him a bit, because he finds your feistiness adorable. He's very physical with you, but he still doesn't hurt you or make you touch him in a way that isn't with decently innocent intent. And so, as his darling, your main complaint is that he just won't leave you alone - you don't get much space with him, but at least he isn't forcing you to fuck him or be his punching bag. All the other darlings (particularly those with yandere who like to keep their hands to themselves) pity you a bit, but they recognize that all things considered, you've got it good.

5. Honestly, as Phinks's darling, you'll be left to realize that wow, maybe I really don't have it so bad. Sure, Phinks is awkward, a horny, blushing mess who's compliments and barely disguised desire for you makes you a bit uncomfortable, but he's not the worst. Your main complaint with him is his temper - he tries his absolute hardest to never, ever harm you, but sometimes he can get carried away. More often than not he'll channel his rage by punching the wall or ripping apart a pillow, but you'll be left to watch, staring with wide eyes and harsh breaths as he absolutely destroys something inanimate. He's only ever slapped you or hit you once, and he still feels guilty for it to this day, but there's always this little piece of you that's walking on eggshells, terrified that you'll set him off and this time an object won't take the heat of his anger. The other darlings are sympathetic, of course, but they can't help but feel a little jealous because at least he doesn't force himself on you, and there's something kind of endearing about awkward men, right?

6. Machi is the classic, textbook ideal captor. She feeds you well, makes sure you have a comfortable place to sleep, treats any injuries or sicknesses you may develop, and is almost always not around you. And while that may sound nice in theory (and in practice the first week or so), eventually it doesn't stay so idyllic. Because she's always gone, the loneliness and Stockholm Syndrome will kick in very, very fast. You'll realize that she's all you've got - she's the only one you see with any sort of regularity, her bringing you meals twice a day the only interaction you have that day. It'll make you slowly begin craving her. (This is actually a bit ironic, because it's not intentional at all - Machi only avoids you because she's scared to get too close to you and doesn't want you to manipulate her. It's a pleasant side effect, but it actually only makes her more nervous, because now that you want her all the time, she gets overwhelmed easily and has to walk away or else she'll just spill everything she's thinking and feeling, and that would not be a good thing.) Aside from your dependence on her growing too quickly and too strongly, you won't have much to complain about - in fact, you may even complain about her lack of interaction with you, something that makes her eyes go wide and her back get rigid as she watches and listens from the next room over.

7. Shizuku is, for all intents and purposes, not the absolute worst. The thing that makes her undesirable to have as a yandere is that she just genuinely doesn't understand why you'd be uncomfortable with any of the things she's forced onto you. She doesn't see why you wouldn't want to be stuck with her, or why you always ask her to stop when she's kissing you and touching you and shoving her fingers inside of you. She just doesn't get it, and no amount of you trying to explain to her or convince her that you don't want to be intimate with her will ever actually get through to her. It's because of this that the other darlings pity you - your time to complain is spent ranting and raving about how she's so incredibly dismissive of everything I'm feeling and saying - it's like she genuinely doesn't care! She says she loves me, but how can you love someone and so compeletly disregard them? The other darlings feel your pain channeled in their own relationships - it is unfair that they've been kidnapped and that they're being held against their will, all while being told that their captor loves them and wants to keep them safe and sound. It's hypocritical, but at least they aren't completely ignoring their darlings, or - for the most part - forcing themselves onto their darlings. Most everyone can sympathize with you, and while it isn't to the extreme Shizuku takes it, there's a little bit of your story in everyone else's. Although, everyone else doesn't have to worry about the times Shizuku forgets she's kidnapped you, then panics when she can't find you to stalk you. That's a problem unique only to you.

8. The reason why Chrollo's so far down this list is because as his darling, you know just hard he's trying to manipulate you. That's not to say it isn't working, but it's extremely obvious to every other darling present that Chrollo is doing a number on your mental state. In the span of your ten minute allotment of time to rant, you come up with at least three different opinions of him, all clashing and contradicting each other. At first, you're telling them how awful he is, how he's a monster and a creep and how he just won't leave me alone and I feel suffocated and scared and god, I hate him! (This makes Chrollo tense up as he watches, and a few of the other Troupe members watch with curious, concenred gazes because shit, they haven't seen Chrollo this visibly upset in years. But then you're circling back around, talking your way through rationalizing what he's done - but he doesn't hurt me, and he gets all kinds of wonderful things for me, and sometimes it even feels good when he kisses me and touches me. Eventually you'll come to the conclusion that he's a manipulative man, but I can't even be angry at him because it's working, and I don't know that I want to fight it. It makes everyone else uncomfortable, because you've just become complacent, but they won't try to correct you, instead trying to change the conversational topic and pitying you because although the entire world as at your fingertips (he'd give and do anything to make you smile, after all), he's destroying you, one word at a time.

9. Similarly to Chrollo, Shalnark is very, very good at getting what he wants out of people. He has no shame when it comes to manipulating you or lying to you in order to get the results he's looking for, and he actually takes pride in it, even. He's creepy and weird and scary, and as his darling you'll be another one that's just an anxious mess when it's your turn to complain. You'll tell the other darlings all about the cameras he's got everywhere, how he makes you watch footage of yourself, how he always seems to know even the smallest, most intimate details about yourself and your thoughts, and just the way you're shaking and nearly crying just from thinking about it makes their hearts ache for you. (Meanwhile, he's listening with wide eyes and a big smile, diligently noting which cameras you've noticed already, and mentally debating whether he should add more just to get you feeling even further backed into a corner so he can make his final move to completely break you, or if he should ease up a bit, because he really doesn't like seeing you cry like this.) You'll be pitited, of course, but at least your yandere actually pays attention to you - something that can't be said of all of them.

10. As Feitan's darling, this entire experience will be overwhelming for you. It's extremely likely that you had no idea why you've been kidnapped before you attend this session. Feitan isn't particularly expressive with how he feels for you, and you've been trying to figure out whether he was planning on kidnapping you, or if you're just some poor, unfortunate soul who seems to have been mistaken for somebody important - somebody worth kidnapping. Now, though, as it comes around to be your turn, you can only gape and stare at all the other darlings, asking in a small, shaky voice if all of your captors claim to be - claim to be in love with you? Then why am I here...? Cue the pitying looks, the hands covering their mouths, the darlings who feel for you because god, you've been living in a totally different kind of fear for these past few months, haven't you? However, your cluelessness about Feitan's true feelings for you is really the only reason he's so far down on this list. As you come to terms with your situation and complain about Feitan, you'll realize you don't have as many solid bullet points to rant about as you thought you did. He doesn't abuse you or hurt you, he doesn't touch you, he feeds you and gives you water, and he makes sure you have a warm, somewhat clean place to sleep. Sure, you may hear him torturing others or see him covered in blood or have to endure the constant staring, but at least he doesn't assault you or force you to pretend to be in a relationship with him. Although, if he truly kidnapped you out of some kind of 'love', was that your future? (Feitan's pissed that this is coming to light - it takes a very, very firm look from Chrollo to stop him from breaking through the glass and snatching you away, not wanting you to realize the actual reasons why he's kidnapped you. He won't acknowledge your questions afterwards, but it's too late, because now you know.)

11. And of course, coming in dead last (by quite a bit) is Nobunaga. He's similar to Shizuku in that what makes him so horrible is his total detachment form reality. He's just so belittling, dehumanizing, patronizing and fucking weird that every single darling's heart goes out to you, all of them pitying you but silently thanking anything that's listening that they didn't end up with him. Your time to complain is spent ranting about the way he treats you like a child, like you're incapable of anything and everything, and how frustrating and strange it all is. And then, of course, come the complaints about all of the sexual things he forces you into. Whether that's actual sex, touching in general, or even forcing you into becoming familiar with his infamous jar, everyone will realize just how much of a monster the samurai really is. (And so will the other Troupe members - most of them are disgusted by the details of his behavoir, staring at him with shocked expressions that are very poorly hid. Especially Machi, Franklin, and Pakunoda - the rest are, unfortunately, slightly intrigued by some of his habits - particularly his jar.)

Of course, all the yanderes are listening very intently when its their own darling's turn to vent, and while they won't punish you for what you've said (that would show you they were listening, and you might not feel so inclined to be as open and honest next meeting, something they absolutely cannot lose), they might try to adjust their behavior. Maybe. Some of them. Those towards the top of the list, at least. The others might buckle down and get worse, convinced that they're just not trying hard enough to get you to understand that you love them, too.

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Goddess

Lily had a great time connecting with Gale in the astral plane and wonders if that's going to translate to "real" sex. (Spoiler alert: it does.) NSFW.

Lily stared at the moon shield and tried to imagine the stars in the sky beyond the Shadow Curse. Where we made love last night. Well, our souls did? Or something? It was romantic and lovely, but does this mean he doesn’t want to have physical sex? Ever?

She was taken out of her increasingly frantic thoughts by the object of her affection. Gale’s hand touched the small of her back, right at the base of her tail. “I still maintain that the incredibly terrible light here does nothing to diminish your beauty, sweetness. Remembering how you were bathed in starlight as our souls came together makes me feel such utter joy…joy I haven’t felt in some time.”

“Me too. It’s all been wonderful so far, and last night was incredible. Magical.” In so many ways…every way… “I just, well…” she fidgeted slightly. “You clearly enjoy being intimate in the astral but are we…you know…going to…” THIS IS SO AWKWARD! WHY AM I DOING THIS!??! “Have real sex?” Real sex?! Oh for fuck’s sake, I’m done for. She could feel her cheeks getting hotter with every passing second, her embarrassment rising.

Gale’s hand on her back stilled as his mouth dropped open, turning his head to face her. “Of course I do! Did I…oh gods…did I suggest in some way that I didn’t?”

She looked away from him, the embarrassment and now creeping shame too much. “No, but you just really seem to like that and made a point of saying that’s the way the gods do it.” Tears stung her demonic purple eyes. “I’m not a goddess, Gale.”

He shook his head vehemently. “To me you are. And if my beloved goddess wishes to have sex, then,” The hand at the base of her tail suddenly traveled further south, grabbing a generous handful of her behind. Lily let out a small squeak, her cheeks reddening more. “She shall be thoroughly fucked until satisfied by her most devoted supplicant.” His normally soft voice was now a low growl, and when she dared to glance at him, his brown eyes were blown wide with lust. “Would you like that, o goddess of war and beauty?”

It was not the first time Lily found herself speechless around Gale. She could only nod as she kissed him. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. The kiss grew more passionate every second. Both of his hands were on her ass now, squeezing as he moaned into her mouth.

“I will treat you like the deity you are, darling. I will spoil you. I will worship you. I will—”

She felt his very large erection against her thigh. “Go somewhere private before someone finds us?” Lily laughed softly, pushing him away slightly.

Nodding, he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. “Yes. Of course.” When his eyes opened, he took her hand. “You’re sure? I-oh. It’s your first time, isn’t it? Gods, I—” He stopped speaking as one of her clawed fingers touched his lips.

“Yes it is. Yes I want this. Yes I want you, preferably inside me sooner than later.” She smiled warmly at him. “I love you.” Leaning her head down slightly, their foreheads touched briefly.

“I love you too.” They walked back to camp in a comfortable silence. When they reached her tent, he cleared his throat. “Meet me in the same spot as last night, my sweet. I’m not making love to you on a bloody bedroll in the middle of camp. You’ll have every comfort I can conjure; I promise.”

Oh Gale. “Love, you don’t have to do anything special—”

He grinned. “At the very least, you deserve a bed. And so do I, frankly. Sleeping on the ground has done a number on my back and hips.” Bringing her hand to his lips, he pressed a kiss to it. “Seek and you shall find me…”

Lily did find him a short while later, in the same field as the previous night. But unlike the previous night, there was a giant, four-poster bed in the middle of the field. Gale leaned rather cockily against one of the posters. “And here I was thinking you’d just make a really nice tent for us.” She giggled, pulling him into a hug.

“My dear lady, dream bigger! I beg of you!” He caressed her freckled pink cheek. “After all, I’m your magic man. I can make all your fantasies become reality. I can enchant you as well as the night sky. I can create illusions that exist solely to pleasure you. I can—”

She shook her head. “Gale, I want you. I just want you. I don’t need anything else.” I mean, I could use some chocolate, but that’s another thing entirely. Running her fingers through his gray-streaked brown hair, she pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. “You’re enough for me, love. Just as you are.”

He blinked. “I…A-are you quite sure, my dear? I can make this already wonderful night even more so for you. Truly magical.” It was his turn to shake his head. “You’d really have me as I am? A fat, middle-aged failure of a wizard—oh!” Grabbing his face with her hands, she kissed him soundly.

Still kissing him, she murmured, “Shut. Up. Gale. And. Fuck. Me. Senseless.” PLEASE.

“As the lady commands.” With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Gale snapped his fingers, leaving them naked and their clothes folded neatly on a blanket nearby. Of course he magicked them into little organized piles. Of course he did. The wizard drank in the sight of Lily, soulful brown eyes becoming wide. “Gods, you are gorgeous. Just look at you, my love---perfect in every way…” He breathed, hands going up and down her soft sides. “A goddess among us…how blessed am I?” As his lips touched hers, he reached for his bun and undid the tie, letting his gray-streaked locks flow. “Shall we?”

Lily lay down on the bed on her side, an arm trying to cover her breasts. “Sorry in advance if I’m not good.” She chuckled nervously, watching his expression change from playful to serious.

Now laying down and facing her, his brown eyes stared into hers. “Sweetest and dearest Lily, that won’t happen.” His lips captured hers in a slow yet passionate kiss. “I’ve done the calculations, you see, and it is mathematically impossible for you to be bad in bed, darling.”

She giggled softly, running a clawed hand down his hairy chest. “Is that so, Mr. Yummy Magic Man?” Gods, he is so hairy, and I fucking love it.

“Indeed. You cannot fail. It simply will not be. Do you know why, my beautiful flower?” Upon seeing her shake her head, he continued. “Because, no matter what, being with you in any way…in every way…will always be wonderful.” He kissed along her jaw, causing her to moan softly. “You are a goddess of passion---both on the battlefield and off.” His kisses became more frantic as he went down her neck to her chest. “To see you in a rage, wild magic positively erupting from you, as you cleave enemies like a hot knife through butter…gods,” His fingers traced along her ridges and then one of his perfect, just perfect hands began to caress one of her large breasts. “You don’t know what you do to me, my love.”

“I can imagine—oh gods, please…” She teased but then suddenly moaned as he took her other breast in his mouth.

Speak to me, sweetheart. Tell me how this feels.

Really nice. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.

Oh my love, I never plan to. I want to pleasure you. I want to worship you, sweet goddess of passion. Please give unto your humble supplicant a token of your favor.

After spending an equal amount of time worshipping her other breast, he pushed himself up and backwards. Now on his knees, Gale smiled as he nudged a pillow under Lily’s behind. “For your comfort and mine. Now, where was I? Oh yes!” He rubbed his hands together excitedly. “Time for my second supper.” He winked before diving towards the apex of her thick thighs.

Gods, you are incredible, darling. Simply incredible. Is…all this for me?

Yes. Been like this since…well, the night I tried to channel the Weave with you.

Sweetness, that was several weeks ago!!!!!! Are you telling me you’ve been suffering like this for that long?! And you didn’t say anything?!?!? You know I would’ve done something sooner had that been the case. By the gods, you will never go that long without relief ever again. Starting right now, my love.

I-I didn’t…I was really embarrassed, love.

Whatever for? It’s perfectly natural to feel sexual arousal. Goodness knows I’ve had quite a bit of it since we’ve started this journey, and well, until Elminster stabilized the orb, I couldn’t exactly do anything about it.

Are you saying that if you jacked off you might’ve set off the orb?

Yes?

Holy shit. If it weren’t so fucking serious, I’d find it really funny. I mean, it’s not funny at all. Nope.

Lily darling, many nights I felt the intense pull of desire, my loins positively aching—

She tried and failed to hold in a giggle.

You can’t just say loins and not expect me to giggle!

Poor me, my normally sweet lover teasing me when I suffered so.

Lily laughed and reached for his long locks, claws lightly scraping against his scalp.

Oh hush you! My poor handsome wizard, going to explode in another way if he didn’t touch himself.

The only exploding I wish to do, my dear, is inside you…that is, if that’s alright. I can always pull out—

No! It’s fine. I’d like that.

You’re sure?

I am…and thanks for asking. It’s weird to say, but…you know what I mean.

Her face turned hotter by the second between her embarrassment and his ministrations.

Gods Gale, where…how…did you learn to be so fucking good at this?

Plenty of practice, my beautiful flower. With practice, one perfects. I strive for perfection in all things. I would know you as well as you know yourself. Know how to make you sing so sweetly for me. Know how to draw out your pleasure until you’re screaming and begging me to give you bliss. Know how to give you all you desire.

Gale heard her pant and moan softly and felt no small modicum of pride.

Do you like this, sweetheart? Does this feel good?

Yes. Gods yes. Never felt like this ever…

Have you…have you never come before, my love?

No? I don’t think so?

Oh goodness me, well. I see. I must be perfect then. More than perfect. Universe shattering.

Wha—

“Oh gods!” She gasped as a long finger entered her.

If you think that’s wonderful, sweetness, just wait until I put a second finger inside. And a third. Must prepare you for me, after all.

W-what? Are you saying you’re as big as you were in the astral?

My dear lady, I am indeed that big.

He could not help but chuckle when he heard her gasp in as many moments.

What’s the matter? His Majesty got your tongue, Lady Lily?

You’re incredible.

Because I have a large cock, a large brain, or both?

Because you’re you, and I love you…

I love you too. So, so much.

Oh gods, that’s another finger…Gale, fucking hells…

Can you take one more? Just one more, darling.

Fuck yes, of course I can.

As the lady wishes…

His fingers curled inside her, and he felt begin to flutter around him. He sucked more and harder, his hips thrusting from his own arousal.

Gale. Gale. Gale. Oh gods. Gale love. Please. Oh gods.

Lily let out several soft pants as she came. Universe shattering. He was right on the money there.

Good to know.

Oops. Well. Yeah, that was amazing.

In turn licking her spend on his mouth and wiping his beard, he winked at her, head resting on her belly. “You should know, my sweet, I plan on doing that several times a day.”

“Is that so, love?” She traced the shell of an ear with a claw, a languid grin on her face. “Surely not after I’ve been fighting?” Oh please, he gets turned on when I’m covered in blood and guts. And Astarion said he’s always watching my ass in battle.

“I would live between your beautiful thighs if you let me.” Oh shit, he’s serious. “You are undoubtedly the sweetest I’ve ever tasted,” He heaved and positioned himself over her, one hand guiding himself to her entrance and the other next to her head. “Tell me if you’re at all uncomfortable, darling. Promise me you will.” Gale whispered, pressing a kiss beneath the base of a horn.

Her demonic purple eyes met his, and her heart melted into goo. He loves me. He really, really, really loves me. I love you too, my beautiful man. “I will.”

“Good girl. Such a good girl for me. G-good…gods…” Groaning, he stuttered as he began to slide inside her. “You are…so tight…heaven help me, Lily…my love…my goddess…my world…my everything…” It was some time (he went so slowly because he didn’t want me to experience any pain), but when he finally filled her completely, he moaned a long, drawn out, “fuck.”

Which Lily found quite funny! He’s so cute and funny and SO BIG. “Can we stay like this for a second, love?”

“Of course. Of course. As much time as you need, my love.”

Her hands that were on his shoulders moved down his soft sides. “You can be on top of me, you know. I don’t mind.”

He swallowed thickly. “I, erm…I-I worry about being too much—”

This is something we both need to get over, so I might as well have us start that little journey now. She caressed his sides and sighed. “I love you, and you’re never too much for me. Bigger, smaller…it doesn’t matter. It’s you I love. All of you.” It must be the same for me too. Mum always says I need to be kinder to myself. If I can be kind to him---the man I love---then I should at least try to be kind to me.

A noise that sounded like a choked sob emerged from him as he lowered the rest of his body onto hers. Sighing in relief, he whispered, “No one’s ever said that before.”

WHAT?! “Oh?”

“Never. Not until you….so, thank you. And before you think me a terrible lover, I, of course, think the same as you.” He pressed several kisses against her jaw. “You can never be too big for me, darling.” He said with a smile as he kissed her on her lips. OH?!?!?

One of the hands on his side traveled down to his behind, giving it a squeeze. “You can move now, Gale love.”

Rolling his hips slowly, he chuckled as he kissed her neck. “I notice you ignored that last bit, sweetness. Did that bother you?”

“No,” she said a few moments of thinking. “It doesn’t. I guess it’s just nice to know you won’t…” It’s too terrible to even say, because I know he never would. I…I…I need to know. “Leave me once I’m not swinging a sword around daily more.”

His thrusts increased in speed as she spoke. “Good gods, Lily! I would never. Never.” He grunted and did several hard thrusts. “I vow…here and now…I will…always…desire you…always…my sweet Lily…” One of his hands by her head reached towards her red curls at the apex of her thighs.

Come for me again, my love.

Gale…

Please. Please, darling. Please. I need you to come one more time for me. Just one more, sweetness.

So close…

Be a good girl and come for me…

When she cried out in pleasure a second later, Gale felt a joy he had not felt in a very long time.

Lily…my love…I…

With three more thrusts, he came. Feeling sated, truly sated, for the first time in a year, he sighed as her long arms hugged him tightly. Neither said anything for a few moments, content to stay as they were.

As Gale shifted and rolled off her, he conjured damp washcloth and began to clean her. “You feeling alright, my dear? Any soreness?” He murmured, his warm gaze meeting hers.

She shook her head. “No. Could…could I ask you something?” Don’t sound stupid. Don’t sound stupid. He hummed, and she took a deep breath. “Is it going to be like this every time?”

A small smirk tugged on his lips. “Oh darling, this is only the start. Our collective pleasure will only increase exponentially now. We can explore each other, find all the ways to please the other, give all of ourselves to the other…so no, it won’t be like this every time.” He conjured a second washcloth for himself. “It will be better.” His expression went from pleased to frankly smug as fuck. He’s so sexy. Fuck. “Would you like to hear about something I have in mind for a future lovemaking session, sweetness?”

She nodded, utterly transfixed by him.

“You sit on my face, I devour you, and your tail gives me the best…well, handjob of my life.” He scrunched his nose in the cutest way. “I suppose more accurately it’s a tailjob, but the tail is acting as a hand, so it could also be a handjob—”

Lily burst out laughing, her tail whacking him on his leg. “I get the bloody picture! Tail handjob! Got it!” She grinned widely at him. “I love you.”

He laughed softly and rolled his eyes. “I love you too.” Gale curled into Lily’s soft side and entwined one of his hands with hers.

“It sounds lovely, by the way. I’d be into doing that.” She said as her tail gently swayed back and forth. Just be very careful, Lily. Very careful.

“I’m glad.” He paused, his thumb rubbing her gently. “You may speak to me about any desires you have. You know that, yes?” Smiling, his gaze met hers. “And not simply desires, darling! Anything. Everything. I swear nothing can be too strange or outlandish for me. You wouldn’t believe—”

She giggled into the kiss that silenced him.

What I want is to cuddle with you as we sleep. We can figure out everything else later.

Right. Yes. Of course.

He ended the kiss (not a fan of that) and rolled over onto his other side, his backside now pressed against her front. “Darling, forgive me if I haven’t said this before now, but you feel incredible. How lucky am I to have bedded the goddess who walks among us mere mortals?” Her response was to giggle. “Oh, is that all you have to say, Lady Lily Wildheart? Or should I say, The Goddess of Passion?” As his voice became more dramatic, her giggles turned into laughter. “You are—”

“Totally and completely in love with you, Gale.”

He brought her hand that was on his side to his lips. “As am I, my dear. Since the moment you pulled me from that portal.” He murmured, holding her hand to his heart, over the now-silent orb. “I can never love another now that I have loved you.”

Oh fucking hells, there he goes again being so romantic and perfect and amazing and smart and funny and sexy and FUCK. “How is it you put my exact feelings into such lovely words?”

Gale stifled a yawn before answering. “Because, my dear, I’ve ready many, many, many books.”

Goodnight, my love. I shall try to dream of us and this wonderful night we shared.

One last thing…astral sex or what we just did?

Lily, both have their merits—

Gale.

Fine. Nothing can compare to eating your terribly delicious pussy. Absolutely nothing. Dying between your thighs is my preferred way to depart this world, I’ll have you know.

Gale. Love, you can die between my thighs when we’re very old. Not any time soon.

He did not answer her right away, humming softly as she drifted to sleep.

Then she heard him before it claimed her.

For you, my goddess, I will do my best to live.

[cozzzynook]

Drift and Ratchet in a relationship together where they occasionally bring Rodimus in for a threesome.

Rodimus likes them and thinks sleeping with them is the only way he'll get to be with them and suffers in silence. He loves going back to their room together but always regrets it afterwards. Leaving in the middle of the night because he knows they don't want him around in the morning and he doesn't want to make it awkward. He's nothing but a quick frag to them.

Megatron and Ultra Magnus see this. They're a couple and they like Rodimus. They don't like him destroying himself like this and decide to woo him. Wanting to be in a relationship with him and also show him what it feels like to be in a real relationship that makes him happy. Where he doesn't have to leave in the middle of the night.

Ratchet and Drift see this and try talking with Megatron and Ultra Magnus because they're in a relationship with Rodimus. Then Megatron and Ultra Magnus are like no you're not and the two of them realize what they've been doing to Rodimus. Then it becomes a race for who can woo Rodimus.

*internally screaming*

Rodimus thinking his only happy ending is not a conjunx, not a family, not even a special lone bot that likes to exclusively frag him, but to be a nice, quick, deep frag buddy that has to sneak and leave in the middle of the night because anything more than his valve or glossa with nothing inside it is an annoyance at best.

He knows without a doubt he’s a good frag, a wild ride no bot can tame and love coming back for more a couple shares but thats it.

He’s not worthwhile.

Not meant to be special beyond the matrix making a mistake picking him because it probably pitied him.

He’s just a good frag that’s pretty and no bot with half a processor would ever try courting or seeing him as worth something and his former amica, a relationship he ruined, and his amicas conjunx would be no different. He was delusional in holding that hope close to spark they’d see him as something, anything, more than a frag to spice up the berth. But he shouldn’t have let impossible fantasies flit about his helm like that. He wasn’t that kind of bot.

He would never be.

That is until Minimus and Megatron.

He didn’t think much of it when they started looking at him more, started getting closer physically and even giving soothing touches that bordered work appropriate and public intimacy.

He thought his helm was in the astro exhaust clouds again but he knew the tender servos on his lower back that would usher him to follow them or through a door was not a delusion and he plainly stated that when he felt his spark lurch at being hurt over and over again especially by two bots he finally got approval and favor from.

Hearing them confirm that they were indeed interested in him and were actively pursuing him in courtship with the intent to have him as their conjunx, he quite literally blue screened and fainted.

That didn’t sit well with the two since most normal mechs with a healthy past of relationships don’t react like that.

Its a concern they communicate with the sun-like mech who finds it tolerable to be vulnerable and communicate with the two. They make it so easy for him to avoid the hurdles of his nerve system and processor and their gentlemech mannerisms along with Megatrons femme like care make it so much easier to let his walls down and be open with them.

He wasn’t sure they’d like the Rodimus he kept hidden but they showed him parts of themselves most didn’t know existed besides the two very trusted old friends from before the war. His spark felt so protected he did all he could to make them feel the same.

Making them fuel, they had no idea he knew how to make fuel so delicious, warming the berth and rooms with his outlier, actually paying attention during meetings and doing most of his paperwork. The late nights he’d cover them with a blanket or move them to the berth only to be pulled beside or between them or even on top of them. It was so uncomfortable to have too much weight of his spoiler so they often laid against him instead of on top of him. Something he truly appreciated and showed by rubbing their helms or finials with his digits warmed to perfection.

More than anything he loved feeling cared for and seen and he brought them something they didn’t know was missing.

It became easier for them all to relax and talk about the past with someone who knew what it was like to get stuck.

It was so easy coming together without having ever fragged that when they finally did it didn’t feel at all like anything Roddy was used to.

They combined sparks, melted into each other and touched in a way Rodimus had no idea possible.

It was an accident bonding so early becoming conjunx but it felt so new yet so normal that they hadn’t realized until it was over and Rodimus was a leaking and whimpering mess from the feeling of their emotions that were so suddenly thrust onto him.

It wasn’t a regret but Minimus did wish they had more courting time as Megatron wished he could’ve courted Rodimus the way his people back in the mines used to do. He wanted to court him with poetry and songs that would soothe recharge in the berth under the stars changing with age.

Minimus didn’t develop with a romantic cultural with the interpersonal courting the former miner did. His background was a different upbringing in the hidden walls of home and bots a like before he adorned the Magnus armor. Shape shifting to his cyber fox form allowing Rodimus to run his digits through the metallic silk on his body. Telling of his most vulnerable moments when the two were alone during their shift, sharing intimate fears they worry would be too dark for others. Something Rodimus appreciates greatly and does all he can to show Minimus. He knows the smaller mech has an extremely hard time expressing emotions to not only himself but others.

Rodimus tries so hard not to take these two for granted like he did Drift before his exile. Something that will forever haunt him no matter how much Minimus and Megatron tell him different. Telling the crew it wasn’t Drift’s fault and what really happened the moment his former amica came back wasn’t enough to him and so he kept giving and giving to Drift and his conjunx who suffered because of him and his mistakes.

He was so desperate to never make a mistake again with Drift and his conjunx that he let his spark be shattered without a second thought.

He knows its not healthy when he compares it to what he feels now but a part of him still hopes that one day he, Drift and Ratchet could’ve been something more.

He doesn’t hide it from Minimus and Megatron. In fact they know Megatron feels the same with a number of other mechs with Minimus feeling the same for a few others. With such long life spans and so many bots crossing their paths they assured him it was only natural.

He was so grateful for it, for them.

He forgets how much time has passed, how easy it is to get wrapped up in a world they’ve built for themselves, he never notices how long he’s been away from Drift and Ratchet.

Sure he’s talked to them in passing but nothing more than that.

It hurt at first when he realized and it hurt even more knowing they could go months without him warming their berth or visiting their hab suite when Minimus and Megatron didn’t let a cycle pass without him seeing either of them.

It helps heal a part of him that wonders if something could’ve been, a small part of it still lingers and Megatron tells him that it always will for some and that sometimes making peace with it is the best one can do, so the moment he’s tested by Drift hugging him asking to meet up and he agrees thinking nothing of it he’s surprised.

“You okay Roddy?”

“Oh yeah, I’m fine. But I should probably head back, now. Its kinda late.”

“Late? It’s not even close to midnight. Are you really Rodimus?”

It was a joke with slight concern and Rodimus was happy to hear it but he also had a nagging feeling he knew where the night would take them. Especially when Ratchet came in fresh from the wash racks and looked surprised to see him and winked.

He felt his tanks curl wrong and he knew it was time to go. He didn’t fault either of them since he never told them anything but also a small part of him was upset they never asked what he’d been doing after all this time.

“It was nice visiting but I should head back, gotta get everything set,” he chuckled rubbing the back of his helm and heading for the door when he was stopped by Drifts servo.

He was met with two worried looks and he knew he wasn’t getting out of this so he let the two know he might be late and he was met with immediate understanding through the bond.

“Is everything okay Roddy?”

“You’ve been distant for quite some time kid, is something wrong?”

“I uh, yeah. Everything’s fine,” and it was, really it was, it just, he wished this had happened sooner. If it had would he still be with Minimus and Megatron? Would he still be leaving the berth at midnight not wanting to impose and trying to fix mistakes he’s made for the rest of his life?

Would he be a third party frag forever or just until they got it out of their systems?

Could he have lived with just that?

Could he have been more than what he accidentally became?

‘Were we ever meant to happen in this life? In any life? Am i always destined to frag up every timeline and life I live?’

‘Are we meant to be in any life?’

“Roddy?”

“Huh?”

He realized a few kliks had passed and he was gathering fluid in his optics that thankfully didn’t fall.

“Its nothing,” he had a hard time playing it like it was nothing after vorns (months) of talking about everything.

“I’m gonna head home, see ya later kay?”

He held his arms around himself ready to leave, “I’ll meet up with you tomorrow alright?”

He’s out the door before either can say anything and crawling into the nest Megatron and Minimus insisted he make on their berth, they didn’t want him to isolate himself more than he used to and they understood his instinctual need to do so, warming it for the two and himself and allowing his processor to just float.

The only time he opens his optics is to greet Megatron and Minimus who crawl into berth with him and simply rest beside him. A kiss on each helm, a hand over each spark and they fell into recharge.

By the next cycle he smelled heavily of the two once more, it wasn’t long after onlining they merged sparks, valves and spikes.

It left each of them feeling sated, content, comforted, feeling whole.

He didn’t realize he was riding on a high so comfortably feeling at home around so many others until Drift and Ratchet tapped his shoulder plating making him startle.

“Sorry about that, Roddy. You alright? You didn’t seem to good yesterday?”

“I’m fine now,” his smile reached his optics for the first time in a very long time in front of the two and they couldn’t remember ever seeing him look that way.

“Whats got you so happy kid?”

Before Rodimus could answer truthfully, Drift sniffed him and looked visibly out of frame with shock.

“Roddy..why do you smell like..Megatron and Minimus?”

At that Ratchet raised an optic ridge and leaned a little closer trying to subtly sniff and by the look on his face plates Rodimus could tell he smelled them too.

“Kid did you frag Minimus and Megatron?”

Ratchet was as blunt as ever in his shock while Drift was halting, trying to get his emotions together. Rodimus was thankful the room was empty save for the three of them because he really didn’t want his crew in his personal affairs despite what most may think.

“Please don’t say it like that,” Rodimus cringed a little with a sigh before steeling his nerves.

When he didn’t deny Ratchets question the two looked at him with an expression he couldn’t quite decipher and it made him tilt his helm in confusion.

“I kinda lost track of time and it was my fault for not telling you sooner when I did remember but it did happen really fast and suddenly when we did it so there wasn’t time for an official ceremony, even though I keep telling them I don’t need one,” he chuckled to himself getting a little lost in memories until Ratchet yelled out.

“Ceremony?!”

“Roddy what are you talking about? You aren’t making sense here?”

Rodimus found himself looking sheepish as he couldn’t keep himself from shyly smiling, “Minimus and Megatron were courting me and we sparkbonded. We’re conjunx now. All three of us.”

There was a light in Rodimus optics that hadn’t been there for thousands of years.

The two couldn’t believe what they were hearing but it easily quickly proven true when the sound of a door opening made them snap out of their stupor to see Rodimus light up giving off little flames from his lips and olfactory sensors.

The sun like speedster made his way to Megatron whose arms were open while Minimus was on Megatrons shoulder reading a datapad. He briefly paused to give Rodimus a peck on the helm before returning to his work while Megatron rested a servo on Rodimus’s lower back strut and ushered him from the room.

Megatron and Minimus gave a curt polite nod to Drift and Ratchet while Rodimus rushed out a, “I’ll catch up with you guys later kay?” Before the three were off leaving behind a stunned Drift and Ratchet who couldn’t believe their optics.

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I feel i got carried away writing this & forgot Dratchet were trying to woo Rodimus, sorry about that. I definitely love your idea & the angst of unrequited love between dratchrod with megaminis scooping roddy up & saying mine.

[thefandomenchantress]

Breaks down invisible door

Looks at you with firey eyes

Laughs

Hey hey hey looks like we both like Whace, eh? Care to share a few headcanons? I'll throw in a bonus! I'll reblog and add mine hehehe :3

Also BOOP

BOOP!!

Anyways, yeah! I do like Whace! Not only because the ship name is fun and silly, but also because I think the way Whit and Ace bounce off each other is a very entertaining concept. On with the headcanons!

-It took the two of them forever to get together, since Whit, what with his ever-present trouble with love, was too scared to try and confess his feelings. And Ace was also too scared, since he’s scared of everything but especially showing vulnerability like that. Eventually, Whit managed to tell Ace about his feelings, but Ace wasn’t sure if he was joking or not and so Whit had to try and clarify. Overall it was awkward but worth it when they finally got together.

-Whit loves PDA but Ace is very easily embarrassed by it. So they meet in the middle by doing secret PDA, like holding hands under the table where no one can see (Arei has made it her mission to catch them whenever they do stuff like that and tease them for it)(Ace gets mad and Whit gets disappointed because Ace will immediately stop doing whatever affectionate thing he was doing).

-Whit really likes doing Ace’s nails. Ace, comforted by the fact that he wears gloves most of the time so no one will actually see his nails, lets Whit do whatever crazy designs he wants. He’d never admit it but he really likes them.

-Similarly, Whit likes to try and do makeup on Ace. Ace can do eyeliner, so he’ll do that on Whit, but Whit likes to go all out. He’s always sad when Ace washes it off.

-They help each other with dying their hair. Whit’s is slightly more complicated, since he dyes his hair blonde and pink, but Ace tries his best. Whit has to help teach him how to properly just dye the edges the first time.

-Whit likes playing with Ace’s hair in general. Ace is a little cagey when it comes to letting people touch his hair but he doesn’t mind as much when it’s Whit.

-Whit finds much entertainment in teasing Ace just to see him all flustered. Whether that be with compliments, physical affection, or the occasional dirty joke (He likes to use atrociously bad pick-up lines sometimes, too, just to see Ace’s reaction).

-I’m not one to talk about nsfw too much…But Whit tops. ;)

-Hehe time for a very self-indulgent one. Whit found out Ace likes to read romance novels and would not let it go. Now they have a book club with just the two of them as members.

-Ace tends to get embarrassed when expressing his feelings for Whit through words, so sometimes he’ll buy him gifts instead, just small little things to show he cares. Whit keeps them all in a box to cherish forever.

-Whit has decided that Ace is his new favorite bed. He likes to sleep on Ace’s lap and chest, which confuses Ace, but he doesn’t really mind. Even on the off chance he does, he usually doesn’t have the heart to make Whit get off of him.

-Whit likes to tease Ace about how he’s one inch taller, calling Ace cute and petite and generally being a menace by pretending they have this huge height difference.

-Ace, being quite strong thanks to working out a lot, can carry Whit around. He usually does this when he’s fed up with Whit teasing him and wants to turn the tables on him. Sometimes it works, other times Whit just giggles and calls himself a captured princess.

-Whit loves to text 🩷 emojis at Ace all the time. An excessive amount, honestly. Ace will sometimes text him back <3.

-Ace will get really mad when someone is mean to Whit, unsurprisingly, but also unsurprisingly doesn’t do too much besides scold the person and swear at them. If someone’s mean to Ace, Whit won’t immediately do anything. But he‘ll get really quiet, making a 🙂 face, and on the inside you can tell he’s plotting their death.

-At every opportunity, Whit will take whatever pen/marker is lying around during class and doodle a heart on Ace’s arm. He thinks it’s cute. Ace glares at him whenever he does it, but puts in a noticeable amount of effort not to wash it off when he takes a shower.

———

Hmm, I think that’s all for now. Maybe I’ll add more if I think of any I forgot or if I think of any new ones. This list turned into a lot more than a few headcanons but I regret nothing.

[wedreamedlove]

[FIC] I Love You 115 (14/115)

Rating: M Characters: Osborn/Reader Word Count: 1587

Summary: Saturday mornings are for sleeping in and deepening the bond between a couple.

A/N: Inspired by the clip below, コネクト by あすとら on Twitter, and the factoid from the official Light and Night artbook that Osborn will involuntarily sleep face down in environments where he feels safe and relaxed.

Sunlight shines through the window walls, gilding everything in a gentle gold and providing just the perfect amount of light and warmth for you to read comfortably on the couch in the air-conditioned house.

Or rather, it would have been perfect if you haven't been staring at the same sentence for five minutes now because the emptiness in your stomach is too distracting. It doesn't help that, in the background, you can hear the family pets push their bowls around as they chase after the last crumbs of their lunch, making you hungrier.

Why haven't you eaten yet? Because you're waiting for Osborn to wake up.

For the past month, he had been overseas preparing for and participating in a cluster of races set on the same continent; meanwhile, you had an important project deadline to meet and this prevented you from taking time off to fly over and see your boyfriend. Naturally, both of you messaged and video called whenever possible with the time difference, but this physical separation only made the longing deepen. On the last day, after seizing the highest amount of points without much suspense, Osborn skipped out on all the celebrations and flew back to you on the earliest flight possible.

However, despite all this effort, he still returned home in the middle of the night and you only remember him giving you a kiss on the forehead before he collapsed in bed next to you and fell asleep within seconds.

And he's still sleeping even now.

Of course you want to let him rest as much as possible but, as your stomach rebels against you with another hunger pang, you finally give up on reading to distract yourself and check the clock for the fifth time. It's almost noon and you decide it should be fine to wake Osborn now.

You get off the couch, sliding into your slippers, and then make your way to the bedroom.

Quietly pushing the door open, the bedroom looks just like how you left it this morning. The curtains block out most of the light, causing the whole room to appear dim and cozy, and nothing can be heard except for Osborn's even and peaceful breaths.

The only difference in the bedroom seems to be that, after you got out of bed, Osborn had abandoned his pillow to grab yours and rolled onto his stomach to bury his face in it. The blanket had slipped down to pool around his waist and his entire back was exposed. You reflexively swallow at how, even in such a relaxed state, the definition of his muscles can easily be seen as well as how all the lines of his body are compact and lithe, from his slender waist to his broad shoulders. Like a predator, even when at rest it isn't difficult to imagine the explosive force lurking in that body.

You walk up to the side of the bed and you aren't able to stop yourself from reaching out to place your hand on his shoulder blade. His skin is extremely warm to touch and feels nice against your cool hand. The muscles are pliable in his relaxed state but still resist against you when you press down slightly and trace the line of his shoulder to his bicep and then down to his elbow.

As your palm slides across his forearm, you hear Osborn inhale deeply from the pillow, his body stirring, and by the time you get to his wrist, he twists his hand to catch you and intertwines his fingers with yours.

You laugh at the awkward position this puts his arm in and lean down to nuzzle his shoulder.

"Mm?" The questioning note comes out mostly from his nose, but it still manages to carry the husky rumble of having just woken up.

"Hungry." You explain in a hushed voice and gently bite his shoulder.

You know you didn't put any force in the action, but Osborn still hisses through his teeth and turns his head to reveal an eye that looks at you with affectionate amusement. "So, you're going to eat me instead?"

"Not yet, but I'll give it serious consideration if you don't get up right now. I've been waiting for you to have lunch together."

Osborn releases your hand so that he can turn himself onto his side and now you can see the smile on his lips that reaches his eyes even as he fakes a yawn and says languidly, "I don't know... the bed is really comfy, I might need something to motivate me to move."

After being together for so long, how can you not know what your boyfriend is aiming for? As you move closer to his face, you see his eyes fall shut naturally, which suits you perfectly, because just as your breaths land on his lips you turn your head to the side and peck the corner of his mouth. Giggling with pride, you attempt to escape out of the room.

The keyword being "attempt".

Sure enough, your professional racer-cum-bounty hunter boyfriend's reaction speed cannot be underestimated because his hand grabs your wrist just as you turn away and, with a force that can't be refused, he pulls you onto him and catches your lower lip in his mouth with a low growl. "That's not even remotely close enough."

Osborn surges up to slant his mouth over the rest of yours and devours you.

His tongue sweeps into your mouth that was already parted in surprise and wraps around your tongue to pull into his mouth, where he sucks on it. The tip of his nose nudges against your cheek as he presses into you, like there's still too much distance between you two despite how your lips rub together, and the breath from his nose scorches as it splays over your skin. It's only when you start to feel your tongue go numb in his mouth that he releases it to slip his tongue back into your mouth to taste your every crevice, making you tremble whenever he strokes over a sensitive spot.

You don't remember when your positions switch but you suddenly feel the contrast of your back sinking into the soft bed and something hot and hard nudging against your inner thigh when Osborn's pelvis settles into the cradle of your hips.

He releases your mouth to hear your quivering gasp when he rocks against you before he kisses you again. The pleasure that races through your whole body makes you boneless and you can feel the saliva in your mouth creeping out of the cracks of your joined mouths, except Osborn swallows this liquid greedily like he really is trying to eat you.

"Os..." You whimper breathlessly.

Osborn pulls back just enough to suck on your slick and swollen lips again and again, and the wet pops as he releases your lips sound abnormally loud in the quiet room as he asks between pants, "Can I?"

The flush on your face deepens when you feel him thrust his hips lightly and the cloth of his briefs, which have already turned moist at the front, slides against your thigh. Just as you open your mouth though, your stomach beats you into answering and growls angrily.

Both of you freeze at this inopportune noise and you can practically see the desire to consume you struggle against the desire to take care of you in his eyes, which have already darkened into a deep ocean-green, until finally helplessness overtakes both emotions and he drops his head into the crook of your neck, exhaling hard.

You reiterate matter-of-factly, "I'm hungry."

Osborn must feel you shaking with silent laughter because he pinches the skin of your neck in his mouth and grinds his teeth on it, making you reflexively pull up your shoulders and yelp as you try to escape the tingling pressure.

Eventually, he releases you after leaving several more marks like this on your neck and shoulder. "Looks like I have to fatten up my meal first before I can actually eat."

"Are you calling me fat?" You try to twist the flesh of his shoulder in objection but grow even more upset when you can barely get any skin between your fingers from the tight spread of muscles that shift and contract underneath your hand as he wraps an arm below your bottom and lifts you up one-handedly into his chest and gets up out of bed.

"Where did I say that? I'm saying you're way too light and need to eat more. I'm about to suspect that a certain someone lied to me when they said they were eating all their meals on time while I was away."

You cough loudly and turn your head to give a sonorous kiss on Osborn's cheek. "Boss Osborn is the best! I can't wait to see what you make for lunch!"

"Tsk, that was the clumsiest change in subject I've ever heard, but who made it so that I always fall for this move every time?" He turns his head to present his other cheek to you. "One more and I can consider forgetting what I just said."

You smack another resounding kiss on his other cheek as he requests and swing your foot as he does drop the subject and carries you into the kitchen. A day only officially begins after the two of you share a meal together and, from the looks of it, today is going to be a wonderful day.

[jor-elsemissary]

As I scrolling down tumblur getting back into smallville fandom for this ship and I think I saw someone said Jor El and Lionel. You know as a joke.

Now here me out.

I'm wondering....Jor-el better be a red head.

Either way Jonathan gonna be mad and lose his shit.

Jonathan: You can't steal my wife away Luthor!

Lionel: I would never wish to ruin your marriage.

Jonathan: So you claim.

Lionel: So anyway meet my new romantic interest

Jor-el: Greetings

Jonathan: OH YOU SON OF A BITCH!

Lionel ending up as Clark's step dad either way.

Don't get me wrong. Mionel forever. But the concept is so funny to me.

Let’s take it a step further here. 😈

Prior to Dark Thursday, Lionel is Jor-el’s vessel and becomes just his emissary after the Fortress is disabled. Because Lionel is his vessel, Jor-el can take over any time either full body or enough to pass along a message. The latter causes Lionel lots of pain and no memory of what happened to him, and scribbles that make no sense to him.

After Dark Thursday, he retained all of Jor-el’s knowledge and was beginning to understand Kryptonian and their culture. He knew who Zor-el was and probably knew that Kara Kent was Kara-el (but wanted Clark to be honest with him as a sign of trust).

Now here’s where it gets interesting.

Let’s say that Lionel’s connection to the Fortress was restored over time and he could not only understand everything, but now remembers when Jor-el takes over and/or uses him. He figures out how to communicate with Jor-el so he isn’t this puppet being strung along by powers greater than himself.

Jor-el arranges for Lionel to see an illusion of himself when they talk. A projection that only Lionel can see and hear, but cannot interact with physically in the real world. Jor-el can certainly simulate touch in Lionel’s mind, so that ghostly breath on his neck as the Krypton leader speaks behind him is just a figment of Lionel’s imagination made real to him.

Lionel can only experience Jor-el. The only other people that can see him is Clark and Kara (and Zor and Lara too).

The first time Lionel sees Jor-el is in the middle of a meeting with the board members and Lex. It is an awkward moment that Lionel tries to ignore but the others notice something odd with him. Jor-el, of course, is trying to get Lionel to help Kal-el and now. Lionel knows if he doesn’t comply he’s going to be made too very soon.

He tries to feign illness and he manages to convince the others he’s not well and willing to adjourn the meeting for lunch, but Lex is not buying it. As soon as the others leave he confronts his father, demanding answers.

Lionel somewhat tells him the truth. He’s not well because he’s seeing things and doesn’t trust himself not to react. Lex finds it odd and stares after his father as the man sudden speaks in a strange language to no one in particular on his way out.

This eventually leads to Lionel exploring what Jor-el can do with him and a very bizarre relationship with the dead Kryptonian. When Clark finds out how far he’s explored, he’s not sure if he should be weirded out, offended, or pity Lionel.

Of course Martha eventually finds out when she confronts him about the strange behaviors. Lionel cannot lie to her and tells her everything, which leads to an even stranger triangle between her, Lionel and Jor-el.

Clark is even more weirded out by that and works to figure out how to disconnect Lionel. Bad enough Lionel pins for his mother, he doesn’t need his biological father falling for her too.

[multifandomfix]

Rowena MacLeod Fluff Alphabet

A = Aroma (What do they smell like?)

Rowena smells like gardenias and freshly brewed green tea.

B = Babe (What would they use as pet names? Do they use them a lot?)

Rowena will use pet names likely more than your own given/chosen name. She’ll call you dear, sweetheart, sometimes pet or love. And it’s just icing on the cake for her if her little pet names leave you flustered.

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

She’s not one to say she likes or wants cuddles, but she is a cuddly sleeper. You’ll find her curled up close to you, or a limb draping across your body in the middle of the night.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? What would they think about living together?)

It’s not the first thing to cross her mind, but she certainly wouldn’t mind having a constant partner to really share her life with. There’s part of her that doesn’t want to be ‘tied down’, but a bigger part of her longs for that sort of companionship and domesticity.

E = Emotion (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

She can be pretty affectionate when it suits her. She isn’t overly fond of PDA, but will engage in a bit of it around people she’s comfortable with. In private she does love showing her affection mostly with physical touch and words of affirmation.

F = Flirt (How do they flirt? Are they smooth or awkward?)

She’s a very smooth flirt. Even without any sort of aid from her magic, she can charm almost anyone.

G = Gifts (Are they a gift giver? What kind of gifts do they give?)

Rowena does like to bestow gifts on you, a lot of the time without any sort of warning. Simply because she saw it, thought of you, and brought it home. It doesn’t matter in the slightest what it is, she just decided you needed it.

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

She’s not an everyday hugger. If she’s going to hug someone, she best mean it. Reunions is when she prefers a good hug. If you’ve been apart for too long, she really just wants to hold you in her arms for a moment.

I = I Love You (How fast do they say the L-word?)

That doesn’t come quickly with Rowena. You’re most likely to finally hear her say it out loud when danger is imminent. She might have felt it for ages before that, but it’s that moment where she could lose you that she can finally admit it out loud.

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

She can get a bit jealous, and anyone who gets too cozy with you can expect a hex bag in their future.

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

Rowena’s kisses vary from quick pecks on the lips, peppering your face in a thousand little kisses, or something far more passionate. Regardless, she absolutely does not hold back.

L = Little ones (How are they around children? Would they want some of their own?)

She’s decent with children, maybe a bit stiff and impatient at times, but she’s really not all that bad. As much as she sometimes wishes she could have a do over with Crowley, she really doesn’t picture having another child.

M = Meet (How did they meet you?)

Working with the Winchesters, of course. You picked up a case, called them, and it turned out that they needed someone with Rowena’s level of magic and boom, there she was.

N = Nurture (Are they good at taking care of you if you’re hurt/sick?)

She can be. She’ll often just cure/heal you if she has a spell for it. If for some reason that’s not an option, she will take care of you, no doubt, but her bedside manner can occasionally be a bit lacking.

O = Out (What’s a typical date night with them like?)

A nice, expensive restaurant, the absolute best wine or champagne they have, a lot of heavily innuendoed flirting and usually, if you’re feeling up for it, a trip back with her to wherever she happens to be staying at the time.

P = Propose (When do you/they propose? How does the proposal go?)

You propose because you know Rowena deserves a great proposal in her life. So you plan something elaborate. Pretend it’s a case, play along until at the very end it’s just you there where the monster should be, down on your knee with an exquisite ring asking her to marry you. She’s so surprised and touched she even cries a little.

Q = Quirk (What small habit/feature/quirk do they have that you find especially endearing?)

The way she cannot take a compliment. She flirts and banters with ease, but when she’s given just a flat out sincere compliment, she doesn’t seem to know what to do. Sometimes she smiles and looks down, other times her cheeks will flush and she’ll tuck her hair behind her ear in order to just do something.

R = Routine (What does a typical day together look like? Routines, schedules, habits?)

Rowena is not an early riser, so the smell of breakfast usually wakes her. Then she has quite the beauty routine, that you often watch part of as you get ready for the day yourself. She also loves when you help her pick out what to wear, even if she doesn’t end up going with your choice in the end.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you?)

She’s very protective once she’s decided she likes you enough. She can’t say when that happened, but she will literally insert herself between you and danger, providing you a magical shield of sorts.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, etc?)

It will always seem like she’s gone above and beyond, but really it hardly takes her any effort to arrange something special. She knows all the strings to pull to have everything be minimal hassle and maximum reward.

U = Unique (What’s something they’d only do for you?)

Teach you magic. Really teach you. She’s given pointers to Sam and Dean before, but with you, she’s immersed in the actual act of helping. Magic is precious to her and so are you.

V = Vulnerable (How long does it take them to feel comfortable being vulnerable around you?)

A good long time. She takes a while to trust anyone and despite how friendly you may be, she’ll keep her guard up for a good length of time before even letting you have a peek inside.

W = Wardrobe (What would they wear to impress you?)

Rowena can wear anything and impress you. She can pull of any style or color. But the one thing that really wowed you was seeing her dressed casually for the first time. It really let you see a different side of her.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

She actually enjoys cooking together. It’s not something people expect from her, but she has some treasured recipes that she loves to make and share with her partner.

Y = You (What are some things they would like in a partner?)

Someone who is patient, open to new things and has a sense of humor. If you can’t wait for her to come to you or keep up with her both in general and intellectually, then she probably won’t let the relationship last.

Z = Zzz (What are their sleep habits?)

For as little as she is, she sure has a way of taking up even the biggest of beds. She doesn’t tend to toss and turn, except when having a nightmare, but she does sprawl out regardless.

For @marril96

Rowena MacLeod: @beth-gallagher22, @marril96, @goldenwinegirl, @danzalladaggers, @becomingthedreamversionofme, @justbeingsimple, @chaos-and-food, @hc-geralt-23, @m-rae23, @multifandomlover01, @onlinecemetery, @geekyandgay98, @yetanotherattemptatanaccount

[darksmile720]

Biodata Smiley:

Name: Smiley (Darksmile)

Origin: Trashvoid

Type: Out-code (formed from fragments of discarded timeline codes)

Age: Unknown (due to being formed from discarded code that has no concept of time)

Gender: Genderless (Them/Their)

Height: Varies (usually around 152/160 cm)

Abilities:

Mimic: Can imitate people they meet, with slight differences.

Shape-shifting: Can transform into a Skeleton, Human, or other creatures at will.

Code Reconstruction: Can repair or modify small codes around them.

Code Corruption: Can infect or damage codes, whether objects, environments, or other individuals, causing malfunctions or changes in the system. (This ability is forbidden by Glitcherror Sans as it is considered dangerous.)

Telekinesis: Can move objects with the power of the mind.

Bone Manipulation: Can control and shape bones into weapons or other forms.

Gaster Blaster: Can create and control Gaster Blasters, powerful energy weapons.

Fire Magic: Can control fire, a skill learned from Toriel.

Personality:

Dominant Traits:

Curious, creative, and cheerful.

Loves to joke, but harbors sadness inside.

Manipulative and emotional.

Supporting Traits:

Slightly mischievous, sensitive, and easily hurt.

Genuine, caring, but can be clumsy.

Mysterious and reserved.

Appearance:

Hair: Short, messy brown.

Eyes: Black with empty pupils, yellow or red.

Skin/Bone Color:

Skeleton: White

Human: Pale

Skeleton Form:

Dark blue hoodie with the word "World" written on it.

Black pants with green stripes.

Purple sandals.

Gray socks.

Backstory:

Smiley is the result of fragmented code that gathered in Trashvoid, a place where timelines and lives end. They have no memories of who they were before becoming Smiley and have the goal of finding out why they were created.

Initially, Smiley was just a mass of code without form or thought. Over time, they began to develop consciousness and the ability to think.

This process took a long time, during which they gained the ability to imitate those they encountered, although with slight differences.

The first meeting with Glitcherror Sans became a pivotal moment in their life.

For Smiley, a strange and familiar feeling arose when they saw Glitcherror. Although they could not explain why, this feeling triggered Smiley's Mimic ability for the first time.

First Meeting with Glitcherror Sans:

When Glitcherror Sans first entered Trashvoid, he found Smiley, who at the time was still an irregular mass of code, in the middle of the emptiness.

Glitcherror sensed something odd in Trashvoid, as though something was drawing him in.

As a being accustomed to corruption and glitches, Glitcherror realized this code was not ordinary.

The mass of code moved strangely, as if responding to his presence.

"What is this...?" he muttered, his voice sounding heavy and distorted, as usual.

Glitcherror reached out to touch the mass of code. However, before he could do so, the mass began to vibrate and change. The once chaotic code started to move, forming a more organized pattern. The code fragments connected and rearranged until they formed a clearer body — a skeletal figure that seemed to mimic Glitcherror Sans.

Glitcherror stepped back, his confusion deepening. He tried to comprehend what had just occurred. In his first thought, he wondered if this was some kind of joke from Fate, something he never enjoyed.

"Is this... some kind of joke from Fate?" he said with a cynical tone and deep frustration.

Meanwhile, Smiley, who had just mimicked Glitcherror's skeletal form, was confused by their appearance. Since they only mimicked the physical form, they were left bare, simply consisting of neatly arranged bones.

Glitcherror felt very awkward.

He turned his gaze away and scratched the back of his head, trying to think quickly. Frustrated, he muttered, "At least you need clothes..."

Without thinking, Glitcherror opened a portal to a random AU and extended his hand to grab (steal) any clothing he could find.

He tossed the clothes toward the new figure. "Put this on," he said, turning his face away.

The figure tilted their head, as if trying to understand the instruction, before slowly putting on the clothes provided.

Once they finished dressing, Glitcherror looked at them again, this time with a questioning gaze.

"Who... are you?" Glitcherror asked in a cold but slightly curious tone.

However, the figure did not respond. They only stared at Glitcherror with empty black eyes and dimly glowing yellow pupils. It was as though they too did not know who they were.

Glitcherror sighed deeply, feeling frustrated yet slightly pitying. "Fine... I can't keep calling you 'it'. I'll give you a name," he said, folding his arms. After a few moments of thought, he added, "How about... Smiley? Because you keep mimicking my face."

The name was accepted by the figure with a small nod. From that moment on, Smiley became their name.

[groenendaelfic]

i love APoT!!! the fandom def needs more abo fics but you've raised the bar so high lol

im so interested in an alt universe where wille presents as an alpha before meeting simon and that timeline i think itd be hilarious as well (wille's pov in APoT has me rolling)

the bar doesn't exist. there is no bar. it's an illusion.

there need to be so many more abo fics in yr*. Just think about all the possibilities! If anyone needs a cheerleader to write one, I am happily offering my services. *\o/*

ngl I have THOUGHT about this. Like capital letters and all, and it would be a very different fic (though tbf the same is true for APoT from any other pov), because Alpha Wille without Simon? In a universe like A Pack of Two? That Wille fucks. A lot.

You’d have pre-Hillerska Wille, probably at a party or in a club, with loud music and people grinding against him and pheromones and all, and well, if Wille presents there, with people actively wanting to get with the prince?

He’ll take what’s on offer, because our boy is horny, touch starved and does not know how to deal with his new instincts and feelings.

Combine that with it suddenly being expected and encouraged that he forms a pack and takes a bunch of mates to see to his needs, well, why wouldn’t he enjoy taking comfort in a pile of willing bodies?

Physical touch and intimacy is both nice and comforting, and it’s not like anyone except Erik ever hugs him, and Erik’s been away so much, first at Hillerska and now with the military and Crown Prince duties, and also orgasms are great, as is feeling wanted (even if it’s only for his cock).

Also for the first time in Wille's life his parents are proud. Of HIM!

Now while Wille presenting is still seen as great for Sweden, him having done so in the middle of Stockholm was also a tiny bit disruptive, and he’s too young to be shipped off to a large rural estate to only be brought out when foreign dignitaries etc need to be intimidated, and so boarding school it is.

Wille does not sleep in the dorms, but gets his own house etc on the grounds and there is a lot of paperwork (and birth control) involved, but becoming the mate of a royal Alpha is a huge honor, so everyone at Hillerska is very excited. (except Simon)

Wille is offered to bring some of his friends from Stockholm and maybe he will because they are familiar and maybe he won’t because for some reason they don’t really feel like real pack, or at least not how he thinks/is told that pack should feel, but anyway, he is sent to Hillerska but this time Erik probably isn’t there to see him off.

(Wille wants Erik to be HIS in a non-sexual way, but things are tricky right now because while they might love each other dearly, Erik likes being Crown Prince and Wille likes not being Crown Prince and while having Erik kneel to him and swear his undying allegiance would be weirdly nice—and Erik would, were they not who they are—it’s also something neither of them can have right now. People are already having thoughts about what his presentation means for the line of succession, openly)

Simon still sings in the choir and calls Wille and his family the biggest welfare receivers, and Wille takes one look at him and WANTS him, because Simon is smart and talented and beautiful, and he speaks his mind and is absolutely perfect, but Simon of course doesn’t.

Sure the Alpha prince is hot and makes him feel weak in the knees, but he also stands for everything Simon hates, and he’s seen the ecstatic news reports about the younger prince presenting and all the documentaries about Alphas which aired after, one more disturbing than the other, and Simon is not going to bow to anyone and he is most certainly not going to become part of some over-privileged, spoilt brat’s harem, no matter how big the doe eyes he makes at him are or how awkward his flirting, because that only makes Simon more furious.

The guy doesn’t even need to be smooth for everyone to want to get on his knot and to join his pack!

(no one officially has yet, but that doesn’t mean having slept with the first Swedish Alpha in 300 years isn’t still something to brag about and elevate one's standing)

And also he will never forgive the Alpha prince for making him drop to his knees along with everyone else that one time he lost his temper with August, because that felt right in the worst way, and just no.

Meanwhile Wille is very confused as to what he’s doing wrong (Erik is being no help, not that he wants Erik to help, but also he's getting desperate), because he really wants to woo Simon, but it seems he can do nothing right and Simon hates him.

There is naturally also that one time when Wille sees Simon being bullied for not making a secret out of his dislike and he snaps, because how dare they, and somehow that only makes Simon angry, and Wille doesn’t understand.

All he wants to do is make Simon happy and to suck his cock (he’s never felt the urge before, but he thinks it might be nice, it certainly feels nice when others suck his).

And then Simon makes one snappy comment too many, maybe ending in something along the lines of I'll never let you fuck me or make me your bitch, fuck you and Wille says yes, yes please and Simon is baffled and thinks that's a joke, but he's also horny and so they fuck and it's the best angry sex ever.

It's also Simon's first time and now he hates himself because he liked it and came so hard, and now the prince is smiling at him and telling him how good he was and that he finally understands why anyone would ever want to bottom, because giving himself to Simon is the best and he's so happy that Simon is finally his.

It takes Simon another 30k to be fully happy as well but once he is he's very happy.

The End.

*I checked. Currently there’re only six fics total, including mine, two of them in Chinese and only one ONE feat. Alpha!Simon (which I need to read asap along with the other four because decrying the lack of abo fic without having read what already exists is shameful).

Also now I’m thinking about my abo verse but with Simon as the Alpha and that … well that would definitely be a most interesting way to explore class differences and power dynamics … Simon would be so appalled with how differently he’s suddenly being treated.

Also also what about a more traditional abo verse where you don’t know your secondary gender until you present during puberty. Everyone expects Wille to be an Alpha and Simon a twinky socialist Omega, but actually Wille turns out to be an Omega (bonus points if he presents while topping) and Wille has ideas (and inclinations?) as to what it means to be a proper Omega (he likes kneeling for Simon and resting his head against his inner thigh) and Simon hates it because he believes in equality (and it's not like following societal norms can be treated like a kink, right?). And in the most fucked up twist everyone now wants Simon to knock up Wille asap because there is no such thing as absolute primogeniture or secondary gender equality in this 'verse and that makes Simon even more furious and then over the next 100k he burns down the entire system or maybe not.

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@simplyventi​ Very well! My brain couldn´t come up with specifics either, so I snatched an OTP ask meme and just answered everything. Hope it will suffice! ^^

Also, warning... it’s long. 

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Who most initiates PDA?

Shadow. Knuckles is too flustered and awkward to initiate anything most of the time. Especially around people he doesn´t know. Meanwhile Shadow be like “Don´t like, then look away” and proceeds to kiss Knuckles in front of everyone.

Any sleep habits either had to get used to?

Knuckles can sleep literally at any given time, while Shadow has a relatively normal sleeping schedule. Though he really likes to sleep long. We are talking 9,10, 11 a.m. So, he was slightly horrified when he realized that Knuckles is an early bird. The guy can and will wake up at 4 or 5 and start the day like it’s nothing. He’s bound to wake Shadow up occasionally and every time it happens, Shadow’s half dead. Over time, they sort of found a middle ground though.

 Hot and Steamy or Soft and Tender?

Both? Both. Both sounds good.

 How did they first meet?

Space Colony ARK, room of the Biolizard when they tried to stop the ARK from crashing. At least, that’s when they first saw each other, since they didn´t interact. The next best thing is whenever Sonic Heroes happned? ... I don´t think they were properly introduced to each other until ShtH? Damn

 What is their love language?

Quality time and physical touch

 When did they realize they loved each other?

Neither can pin point, but Knuckles definitely had feelings for Shadow first. He recognized them pretty quickly, though he didn´t quite know how to act on them, so he didn´t (which kinda bit him in the ass later)

 Who is more sentimental?

Knux, though as time passed Shadow became more as well, because his walls came down more and more. Knuckles is still more so however.

 What’s one way their personalities compliment one another?

They are both calm, more stoic and serious guys. Both have a strong sense of responsibility and are fiercely loyal to the people they consider close.

 How are their personalities different?

They show anger differently. Where Knuckles is more open and unfiltered, Shadow is more reserved. Now that I think about it, that’s generally how they show emotions. Also, Shadow loves puns, whereas Knuckles just tiredly groans. 

What are some non-sexual activities they do together? 

Gardening, star gazing, chao/pet caring, sparring matches, exploring Angel Island, saving the world and good ol’ boring normal chores

 Which member is more physically affectionate?

Shadow

 Which member is more verbally affectionate?

Shadow

 Which member steals borrows the other ones clothing?

Knuckles would, if they wore clothes, lol

 Are they an introverted couple or an extroverted one—AKA would they prefer to go out to a party or event together or would they rather stay in?

Introvert couple all the way

 Who is more likely to make an impulsive decision and who is the voice of reason?

Knuckles for the impulsive decision, Shadow for the voice of reason. Unless we talk about cats, then it’s the other way around

 Who stays up way too late and who tries to drag them to bed?

Since Knuckles just sleeps whenever, he’s definitely not tired when normal volks go to bed. Yet he still wakes up early too. Shadow just gave up at some point, snort

 Who fell in love first?

Knuckles, and boy did he fall hard

 What song fits them perfectly?

Us against the world by Westlife

 How do they deal with being away from each other for a long time?

They’re usually not separated for longer. Knuckles has strong abandonment issues and Shadow has severe separation anxiety (Thank you, Sonic)

 Who holds a grudge the longest?

Knux. He’s a petty one (again, looking at you Sonic)

 Which of the two is quick to speak and which one is quick to listen?

Knuckles is unfiltered and will say what he thinks when he thinks. Shadow’s the listener.

 Who gets more easily embarrassed?

Do I have to say it? (Knuckles)

 Who overthinks the most?

Depends but usually neither really? There is one instance in which Shadow overthought to the point of emotional collapse, though. Fun stuff.

 Which of the two is the most competitive?

Both are in their own right, as evident by their respective rivalry with our favorite blue boy. But honesty? Knuckles is far more. Shadow’s not that competitive, the fandom just tends to blow his and Sonic’s way out of proportion

 Who’s the most stubborn?

Knuckles

 How do they comfort each other?

Simply by each other’s presence. Also touch

 What random everyday object/activity makes them think of each other?

Shadow of Knuckles: Green Chaos Emerald, crescent moon, pretty much anything nature, grapes and the sound of angry outbursts

Knuckles of Shadow: Chao, Master Emerald, stars, coffee cup, all the feral hedgehogs roaming around on Angel Island and the smell of sweets and other unhealthy food

 Do they get along with each other’s friends and family?

Their families are dead. Shadow get’s along with Tikal nicely however, even though she creeps him out

 What is their sex life like?

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

 What is their favorite place to kiss the other? (Cheek, hand, closed eyelid, neck, nose, etc.)

Anything face. Shadow’s more of a kissy guy though, Knuckles prefers to nuzzle

 What’s the relationship like? Smooth? Rocky?

Smooth for the most part. Every relationship got some bumps

 How do they resolve their arguments?

Beating the crap out of each other first, talk later

 Who has the most nightmares and how do they deal with them?

Shadow’s prone to have horrible nightmares about the ARK incident. Even years later. When one happens, Knuckles sits with him with his arm around him and is just there for him until Shadow calms down. It more often than not ends with Shadow breaking out in tears.

 Do they give each other nicknames?

Neither is really big on pet names. Knuckles uses “Shads” at most and Shadow’s generally not big on nicknames (he was so conflicted when he found out “Tails” was a nickname… he thought that was Tails’ actual name!) but sometimes Shadow likes to call Knuckles “Pumpkin” or “Peanut”. Why? It flusters Knuckles and he finds it endearing as hell.

 What movies do they enjoy watching most?

They don´t watch movies. Well, they kinda started when they had kids, though neither is a big fan. Knuckles is the type to just fall asleep in the middle of them and Shadow is bored by most of them (also, he hates how easily some of them can make him tear up)

 How’d they meet each other’s families?

Again, they’re dead. Tikal did give Shadow half a heart attack though, when she first appeared out of nowhere and that was kind of their introduction. Knuckles found it funny, Shadow not so much

 What do they like the least about each other?

Shadow’s not big on Knuckles’ gullibility, Knuckles is not a fan of Shadow’s unhealthy tendencies and cat obsession

 What was their most memorable date?

They don´t really go on dates. Both remember the day of their first kiss very fondly though

What other couple would your otp get along with the best?

Blaze and Shade when they were still together. Other than them, Vector and Espio. They spend most time with Sonic and Silver though, for better or worse

 Who makes the other smile with almost no effort at all?

Knuckles makes Shadow smile easily. Not because he does anything in particular. Shadow’s just so in love with him that he smiles by simply looking at his dorky echidna

[totaleclipse573]

Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening!! The Ask Game made curious so...

17, 18, 19 & 29 for Terios x Rouge

1, 18, 22 & 29 for Whisper x Eclipse

TEROUGE

17. They're the type of couple to watch a ton of movies wrapped up in a giant blanket or something I'll be honest. They'd probably chat a bit with eachother too about whatever, though Rouge usually has to be the first to initiate any sort of conversation. Terios is a bit shy <3

18. Terios wouldn't really mind going anywhere, so he typically just asks Rouge where she would like to go. For some reason I imagined them going downtown or something (does Mobius even have anything like that? Well for the sake of this lets just say a place like that exists) at night. Rouge loves it there and Terios is fascinated by pretty much everything around him. Sometimes it even makes her laugh to see his reactions to even the simplest things.

19. Rouge is more expressive with her love, while Terios is the opposite. I'd say she's pretty affectionate, and WILL do things like hug and nuzzle him. He NEEDS IT. But of course, boundaries are still taken note of, especially in the beginning. Terios does warm up to it though. Terios is the kind of guy to show his love through small hints that can still mean a lot (ex. he can curl his long tail up into a heart shape, thats one way of him showing that he loves something or someone.) Actually I'd say he uses his tail a lot for this kind of situation. Another example being that if he's comfortable enough around someone, he might wrap his tail around them for comfort if they need it. Its essentially his version of physical contact.

29. I think something they can never agree on is the morals surrounding Rouge and her tendency to "borrow" things. She can't help herself! But Terios views it as wrong and keeps that belief. Honestly have no idea how they'd meet in the middle for this one XD

ECLISPER

I feel like their main love languages would be words of affirmation, and quality time. Physical touch is fine for Eclipse, but he knows Whisper doesn't like it. Heck, it probably took a LONG while before they even got to holding hands ONCE.

18. Somewhere in nature, I'd think. Eclipse feels more in his element out in nature, and Whisper appreciates the beauty around them. And they can introduce each other to each thing they like best too. Like Eclipse could just be like "hey I've done that before, wanna see something cool?" and Whisper could help him slow down for a bit to see what's around them.

22. Eclipse hates awkward silence. And he doesn't like the feeling of knowing that someone he cares about is angry or upset with him. But I think Whisper would unfortunately have the tendency to believe she is at fault. But Eclipse would too...so while I'm not sure who would apologize first, I think the way it would happen is by them trying to come to a mutual understanding through words.

29. Eclipse resorts to violence. Whisper does not (usually.) But Eclipse doesn't really see much wrong with it, its how he was taught. I feel like to meet in the middle Whisper would have to sort of be the one to keep him in check so Eclipse doesn't go wrecking things when his negative emotions start to take over.

[halfgoosehalfmoose]

Not having an active romantic life actually gets to me. It feels a little weak and pathetic but it's how I feel. I never fell for anyone, no one's fell for me, and it's all feeling kinda still. After so long in quite I actually struggle to desirable in that way. I don't think I'm ugly or unpleasant, but it's like all evidence points that I'm not the kind of person with a romantic life. But I want it, to feel desired, appreciated and loved in particular. I know I'm not the type. I don't feel comfortable at parties, don't go out often, don't drink amd am not swift with words. I've reached 18 without having kissed or dated anyone. I feel late. I know and I've heard many times tha talk about everyone is different, it comes at different time, but I still feel late and it still feels like the time won't come. In truth, I actually am happy woth my life and can go mostly without thinking about it. But every now and then, in a quiet night, when I'm watching a series, when I see a couple, when I miss physical touch. I don't know of anyone else in my life who is the same as me. It's like everyone has already done everything and then some. I know people my age who haven't done that much, but in no way due to lack of opportunities. I'm scared I reach a point where I just can't do it. I'm scared that when I meet someone I like and finally see a future with I won't know what to do because being loved that way feels awkward. I really want to kiss for the first time because when I meet someone that matters I don't want it to suck. It's like right now I'm in the middle of the game and completely skipped the tutorial. I'm trying to fill my life with as much hobbies and time consuming activities as I can because I don't want to have the time to feel how alone I am and maybe if it doesn't work out for me in that way I can still have a life filled with something

[b3ast0fburd3n]

Muse List for B3AST0FBURD3N

This is the last time I'm gonna switch between multi/single I swEAR

All in fc3, 2012 for ease of timeline management. those without full bios will have them soon.

PRIMARY:

Eden Seed (21) - Daughter of The Father himself, Eden holds her values and beliefs close to her chest. She is strong and independent, slow to friendship but fiercely loyal and always willing to do what it takes to get the job done. PROUD, ENVIOUS and WRATHFUL. She values softness and kindness in others while never allowing herself the same grace. Eden does not command respect, she’s too awkward, but at least now the pirates have stopped calling her Angel. 

She can often be found working around the North island, handling shipments, hunting, or, if others are doing the same, relaxing by the water.

Notable physical traits: Eden has heterochromia (ITS PLOT OKAY) blue/brown, short blonde hair buzzed except in the front and back (think mohawk without the middle. mowk), covered in religious scars and tattoos, 5'9. FC is Kristen Stewart.

THE REST:

Atticus Hayes (34) - Will not answer to Atticus, you’re better off with just Hayes. Overgrown manchild, just as awkward as his friend and roommate, Eden, without the foresight to stop talking. Lazy hedonist, complainer, annoyance. Just as sexist and grotesque as the rest of the pirates. Despite being in the military, his personality led to him not being invited to the privateers. Hayes tries to avoid work as much as possible, he's often lounging at a bar or hanging around other pirates, annoying them with his constant rambling.

Notable physical traits: Absolutely covered in scars. 2012 pre-Brody sees most of them on his body, including the lack of both little fingers, left middle and right ring fingers. 2012 Post-Brody includes fresh slices across his face (skin no longer dangling, thank you medic) from his former best friend. Buzzed brown hair, brown eyes, 6'4. and bc I don't know where to put it: From Australia. fc is Brad Pitt from Fight Club

Charlie Barlow (16) - Tech extraordinaire. He graduated high school early, so his mom took him on a cruise! How sweet! Until they run low on gas and float too close to Rook. After watching his mother be slaughtered by pirates, Charlie lost a piece of himself and gained a new life goal. Survive. He'll do anything to get on someone's good side, throw anyone under the bus. Entirely loyal to himself. Only being on the island for a year, most people don't know Charlie, and after an unfortunate meeting with Vaas left him chair bound, most don't see him. He stays in his shack, with limited internet connection doing whatever Eden (or anyone who threatens him) asks.

Notable physical traits: 5'6, grown out buzz, red hair with hints of black box dye on the tips, E carved into his cheek, brown eyes, squints because he lost his glasses.

fc is Nathan Westling

Elias Dubois (26) - Quiet, pensive, clean freak. Genuinely has OCD and also happens to prefer things neat. VERY clean, bathes at least once every two days, has two cabinets full of bleach and soap. No one is fully in control on Rook, not even Hoyt. Elias strives to control everything he can, including his own space and the makeshift cafe where he prepares food. Not particularly friendly with anyone aside from customer service politeness, he prefers to keep to himself by not sharing many personal details. This is just a defense, though, Elias is deeply void of human connection and severely touch starved. Stays in his cafe most of the time, has a small bedroom in the back, only really leaves to collect shipments of food/supplies sent to him.

Notable physical traits: 5'8, Green eyes, light brown/dirty blonde hair usually pulled back but always up when he's cooking. Mustache and scruff on his chin. A couple scattered tattoos.

fc is Kyle Gallner

Mahsuri Hasan (29) - Mahsuri comes from a long line of Seers, her chosen divination tool is cards. All are welcome to her tent, as long as they obey the policy: Leave your weapons at the door. Suri is a friendly and generous person, no one leaves her without a small trinket or rock to guide them along their way. Even when dealing with the pirates, she keeps her opinions to herself and tries to offer them some respite from their tumultuous lives. She grew up with the Rakyat, but finds more value in playing both sides than living for only one, despite her diehard allegiance to Citra. Can always be found in her tent, if not then she's being friendly with the residents of Badtown.

Notable physical traits: Brown dreadlocked hair, brown eyes, scars on her wrists from a run in with pirates. Carries a shoulder bag with her main deck in it.

fc is Danai Gurira

Addley Koffin (23) - wip