#and they can be hidden pretty easily so he often does

[thekavseklabs]

🎵 Spider-Vyn, Spider-Vyn 🎵

Note- I was STRONGLY attempting to emulate the style and posing of some of the concept art for atsv, so I don't really consider this my original art, even though it wasn't traced it may as well have been. As far as I'm aware, here's the proper place to credit for the art I referenced so heavily.

[beneathashadytree]

We need double fish dick sizes /j

And you shall get them nonnie!! I hadn’t thought of them before, but when you sent in this ask I sat down and brainstormed for a hot minute, so here come the headcanons I have about Rafayel’s Lemurian form‼️ NSFW ahead, obviously, monsterfucking tropes (literally nothing is realistic here), and reader is gender-neutral!

To anyone else reading this, my requests are still closed!! These are just my ramblings, or old requests I had🫶🏽

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Now, Rafayel’s Lemurian form has an entirely different lower half, obviously, so it does make sense that finer details of his anatomy change too

I would say that he has two… appendages, not cocks per se, and I’ll explain this in a minute

What does resemble a human cock, is really nothing short of absolutely pleasurably torturous, and would be quite literally physically impossible for a normal human to take

10 inches in length, and that’s just me trying to censor things a little… so yes, no one can take him to the hilt (let’s be —ironically—realistic, people)

Girth is pretty complicated, and here’s why:

He’s got a really wide, flared base, but it’s rather thin there, and then he grows narrow in width until his tip

After the flared base, he’s actually got a rounder circumference, so while the base feels more of a stretch, his actual length is what makes them feel so full once he’s buried inside them

Rafayel’s cock has a delicious upward curve near his tip, and it’s made all the better by the slightly angular curves to the mushroom-head

Bonus points for the thick vein that runs along the underside! It’s almost ridge-like, and pairs perfectly with the slight ridges along the sides

I’m a firm believer in the fact that everything related to Rafayel is insanely pretty, so yes, even his Lemurian cock is bathed in gorgeous shades of deep purple, lavender, and a sweet bubblegum pink that flushes a deeper fuschia when he’s past his breaking point of arousal

Now that we’ve gotten his Lemurian cock out of the way, let’s talk about his second—but no less pleasurable—“member” so to speak

I imagine that he hides both under a well-hidden flap along his tail’s midline, right where his human crotch would be, so once that’s pulled back and his cock coaxed into full hardness, you can find his second tentacle-like cock underneath it

It’s thin, even more so than his human cock, is roughly 12 inches long (not very practical, but nothing about his devastatingly beautiful Lemurian form is) and a lot more flexible than you would think—which is good for its two uses

The first is prepping his beloved to take him, which is definitely no easy feat for anyone

He produces a lot of water-resistant slick there, which can help lubricate them easily in order to make the slide more comfortable for them, but it has the side effect of acting almost as an aphrodisiac, which (if in someone whose body can’t take that) may lead to it being too draining to keep up with him and their combined insanely high libidos at the moment

The second—which ties to the first—is that it makes it easier to curl inside his lover and reach their most pleasurable sweet spot, causing them to naturally gush around him and pull orgasm after orgasm before he could even attempt to slip inside their warmth

Again, Rafayel’s Lemurian form is dictated by his biology more often than not, so it’s no surprise that his cum is thicker (to avoid being washed away) and comes out in copious amounts, all for breeding purposes

The Lemurian race was dying out long before they were threatened by external factors and such, so procreation was a very important part of their mating rituals

You can toss that aside though, because it’s purely biological and will only be determined by whether or not his partner can and/or would want something like that; for Rafayel now it’s simply an instinct to be closer and rut deeper into them, so much so that they can’t tell where he ends and they begin

His cum looks quite pearlescent and actually pretty breathtaking, oddly enough; I truly believe it glimmers a little, especially if you look at it under the moonlight and catch the almost gem-like shimmers in its stickiness

Fair warning, it’s quite salty in terms of taste (though not hazardous in composition; he’s all about safety first you know!) and may be a little too much the first time his lover tries to swallow his release down

But that’s nothing a few kitten licks at his pulsating tip won’t acclimate them to, even if it does earn a strangled, breathy moan from him and him shooting his second load of the night on their tongue 🫶🏽

All in all, having sex or even just foreplay with Rafayel’s Lemurian form is overwhelming in the best ways possible—and definitely not for the faint-hearted!!

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[flamingpudding]

Fictober23 Prompt: 3 - "Okay, show me."

Fandom: DPxDC

Rating: G

Warnings: -

"So… first time getting kidnapped?"

Tim blinked at the teen that was tied to a wall right across from him. He marveled for a a moment at how similar the two looked and even thought that he could see how the other teen could have gotten mistakenly kidnapped in his place. Though if they had already kidnapped him then why did they end up kidnapping him again?

"No, getting kidnapped kinda comes with the name and status." Tim finally answered and the other kid nodded sagely as if he understood. "Usually they are a little more incompetent."

He moved his wrists a little causing the strange silver bracelets they had slapped on his wired before chaining him to the wall so that they would cause a rattling noise, making the other teen look at them with a raised eyebrow.

"So first time getting kidnapped by the GIW then."

"GIW?"

"Guys in White, or well Ghost Investigation Ward, a government organization." The other teen explained with a shrug. "Usually they are incompetent. Aside from a couple of burns from getting shot, this is the first time they actually managed to chain me in a while. Normally they would have messed up by now but it's interesting that they even manage to nap you too."

Now Tim raised an eyebrow. That was news to him. To think there was a governmental organization that was actively abducting civilians for who knows what. Damn, he could see how B would not be happy once he told them about that.

"Sorry btw." Tim blinked up at the other teen in confusion, who chuckled in return. "They probably kidnapped you thinking you were my double or something. We look similar enough for them to think that."

"Wait…" Tim's eyes widened in realization. "They kidnapped me because I look like you? Not the other way around?"

"Uh yeah, why would I be kidnapped because of you?"

"Tim Drake-Wayne. Does that ring a bell?" Tim huffed only to watch how the other teen furrowed his eyebrows as if deep in thoughts before shrugging.

"In fact no it doesn't. But I don't keep up with high society, it helps pissing of the fruitloop whenever he drags me to 'meet important people' and I actively call them false names no matter how often he introduces them."

Tim's eye twitched. While that is fun, this was also the first time he met someone who hadn't heard of his name before in some way or form. In the end just let out a sigh.

"So what now? We wait to get rescued or will they release us after some time?" Well he had already tipped off his family, so it was probably only a matter of time until one of his siblings burst in to play knight in shining armor. He just hoped it wasn't Jason again, or he wouldn't shut up about having saved him for another month.

"Oh we can wait, but they won't release us. It's probably better if we get out on our own."

"Really? And how do you plan for us to get out of the handcuffs?" Well Tim did have a lock pin hidden in his jacket and some small sized tools stuffed into the sole of his shoes but with his hands chained above his head it was a little difficult to get them. But his feet were not chained so with just a bit of body twisting he could-

"Oh the handcuffs are no problem. They can be easily removed by overloading them."

"Overloading?" Tim arched an eyebrow, now the cuffs did not look like your normal brand he can admit that but how was the other going to do that unless he had some secret electric tool stored on him.

"Yea, overloading. It's pretty simple. These look like the same Brant they tried to cuff me with a year ago. It's funny how they look like they haven't learned a single thing in all these years."

"Really now?" Tim stared at the other teen unimpressed. "Okay, show me. How are you going to overload them with no tools around?"

"Easy." The other teen smirked at him and Tim's eyes widen as he saw the others hands emitting a green light before the cuffs on his wrist sparked and then fell off. Okay, noted the other teen was a Meta.

"My name is Danny by the way." Danny grinned as he rubbed his wrists before getting up and walking over to Tim to do the same to his cuffs. Tim rubbed his his own wirsts, carefully examining them for any time of injury only to look up just in time to watch Danny reach into his own chest. With wide eyes he watched Danny sticking out his tongue while one of his hands was going through his body as if he was looking for something.

"Aha! I knew I stuck them in my body somewhere for a situation like this!" Okay there was so much to unpack from this sentence alone but before Tim could even ask a single question Danny pulled out a lockpick set from his chest and proceeded to pick at their cell door.

"I have so many questions." Tim muttered, still watching the other teen.

"Well I can probably answer some of them once we are out of here. It's the least I can do after you get kidnapped because of me." Danny grinned as the lock he was working on clicked and he swung the door open. "Wanna talk over some coffee? You look like you need some."

"This is definitely not what I expected when I said 'show me'." Tim muttered once more walking passed Danny out of their cell, eager to leave this place.

"Yea well that the more civilian friendly things I can do." Danny followed with a grin. "Though I do have some other tricks I could have used too."

"You talk like a hero." Tim thought aloud, eyeing the teen and how they were holding themselves. Nothing about this teen screamed innocent civilian anymore, well aside from the obvious Meta abilities. He also marbled about the fact that they basically just walked out of the warehouse they had been holding. Huh looked like these GIW guys were really as incompetent as Danny had mentioned earlier.

"Yea, well I am a retired Hero." Great now Tim got more to look into in regards to Danny. Oh that reminded him, he probably should tell his family that he was no longer kidnapped… but that could probably wait until after he got his coffee with Danny. What was the worst that could happen? Red Hood storming an empty building. Oh well, it would be a good exercise for his brother then.

[withleeknow]

how he would take care of you during shark week. ⤷ chan / minho / changbin / hyunjin / jisung / felix / seungmin / jeongin

pairing: minho x f!reader genre/warnings: established relationship, lil fluff, lil angst, mentions of physical pain bc it's shark week and we're cramping lol ok, unedited bc i wrote this a couple months ago and i just wanted to post smth today and i'm currently half asleep word count: 0.4k

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

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minho comes home to a quiet house, four of his favorite beings nowhere to be found. he takes off his shoes, hangs up his jacket, put his keys where he can easily fetch them the next morning, and ventures into the living room. though, he soon stops in his tracks when his eyes find the couch situated in the middle of the room.

there’s a human-sized lump completely hidden under a fleece blanket on the cream-colored sofa, surrounded by soonie, doongie, and dori, all curled up and sleeping peacefully.

doesn’t take a genius to figure out what the lump is.

you, his love.

minho approaches the couch with careful footsteps and a pretty good guess as to why you’ve resorted to being a lump for the day. the tracker app on his phone did notify him that it should happen any day now.

when he sits down by your feet, soonie shoots up with a hiss before calming down immediately afterward, upon the realization that it's just his other owner.

“hey,” minho calls softly, placing a hand on your leg. “you sleeping?”

there’s a grunt, then the lump moves. he assumes it’s you shaking your head under there.

“does it hurt?” he asks.

the lump shifts again - a nod, he thinks - but this time, it’s accompanied by a softer sound, nearly a whimper.

he sighs, because he hates to see you in pain. hates that this helpless feeling has become a monthly visitor in your home. the first two days are often the worst for you.

“i’ll be right back,” he says, and again, he doesn’t get anything other than an incoherent noise, but it’s not like he was expecting a verbal response anyway.

minho returns a few minutes later with all of the essentials that you were in too much discomfort to get yourself. your trusty heating pad, a glass of warm water and pills, your favorite mango almond chocolate, a fluffy pillow so your neck doesn’t hurt from lying on the couch for too long.

peeling the blanket off so that he can prop the pillow under your head and give you the heating pad, he practically winces when he sees the pained expression on your face. you open your eyes to find him, and you look like you're close to crying. this month must be worse than usual.

“i’ll make you something to eat and then you can take your painkillers,” he tells you.

“thank you.” the words come out weak, but minho knows you mean them.

soft lips press themselves against your forehead, full of love and an unspoken i wish i could do more for you.

“i love you. give me twenty minutes, okay?”

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[genderfluid-insomniac]

Can I request Redson, Mk, Sun Wukong and Mei with a Raiden Ei reader/ s/o? (I can only imagine how they would react to reader pull the sword out of her chest 😭)

Thank you very much if you have time for my request!

Redson, Mk, Sun Wukong, and Mei with a Raiden Ei!reader (separately)

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MK

He’s seen a lot since the day he found the staff and it would be reasonable for him to think he’s seen every weird thing. But one day when he was out on a date with you, another villain of the week attacked right beside you both and you saw a large piece of debris coming towards you. You pulled out your sword from your chest and cleanly sliced the large piece of stone in half.

Meanwhile, MK has thousands of thoughts buzzing around, many of them wondering how he didn’t find out about this sooner. How are you able to do this without cutting your chest? Were you scared to show him your sword chest thing? Why don’t you use it more often? Why did you hide the cool boob sword from him?!

Be prepared for an abundance of questions being yelled at you as he’s fighting off the demon. He’ll deal with priorities later and get lectured about it by Wukong, Macaque, Pigsy, Sandy, Tang, Red Son, Mei, etc (pretty much everyone who cares about his wellbeing)

He will be asking to see it again whenever you’re okay with it and every time it’s like he’s seeing it for the first time. There are stars in his eyes as he admires the skill you have of not hurting yourself but also how gorgeous your blade is. This man is trying his best to hold back the wave of questions due to his confusion on how you actually do it since not one bit of it makes sense to him.

Mei

Genuinely loves it and tries to replicate it or somehow make it known how amazing and impressive she finds your ability.

She is genuinely more in love with you and wants to see you perform to your ability as much as you allow. Endlessly complimenting you about your skills and grace whilst also looking badass.

Despite accidentally injuring herself many times Mei continues to try and replicate it because of how much she wants to be able to do it with you. You and the others will have to stop her from injuring herself too much. Whenever a battle is going on you and her will match your styles, you summoning your glowing violet sword with your girlfriend in tow and mimicking you.

She will constantly ask to see your sword up close and admire the beautiful style of the metal, tracing the intricate designs carved into the hilt and end of the blade. Mei of course loves anything shiny so you might have to steal your sword back because she isn’t going to give it back easily.

Sun Wukong

He probably has the opposite reaction compared to the rest since he’s centuries old and he’s seen a lot of strange things. However, all of that goes out the window when a piece of debris nearly hits you causing you to take out your sword in front of the group and effectively slashing the debris into rubble behind you. You see a look of shock and a failed attempt to push down his excitement now that he knows you’ve unintentionally hidden this amazing and pretty attractive ability of yours.

He’s not going to ask that many questions and plead for you to do it again and again so he can fully see how it works and functions. Of course, the obvious next step is for you both to spar until both of you are exhausted or it comes to a draw and then he’s going to admire your sword while you both rest. The shiny glowy object is very pretty to look at even to you.

When you both are cuddling or relaxing he’ll sometimes ask to “play” with your sword and trace the details or carving in the high-quality steel, being careful it doesn’t cut him because he’d rather not get up from the warm cuddle pile you both have and not so subtly replaying the memory of how you summoned your sword in the first place.

This does mean that you’re going to join MK in training sometimes and momentarily distract Wukong because you are his lover but also he’s still drawn into your swordsmanship skills which causes either of you to get a hit in. He pouts angrily pouts at you while telling MK that he just got lucky and he let it happen to teach him another lesson but neither of you buy a word of that lie.

Redson

Despite everyone else’s reactions, he’s very confused about how this works or even how you don’t get cut every time you do it, and thinking about it makes him go into a spiral of curiosity.

Like MK be prepared for many questions about your ability and the permission for him to examine your sword for a couple of hours, you aren’t banished from his workshop but he’s going to hyperfixed the sword and its ability. So you may not get much attention unless it’s to get him to eat and drink or necessary things because he must find out.

Red Son does find it attractive and is very impressed with your skill as you wield the blade when you’re training or just fighting in general. He is a gentleman so he’s wary of staring at your chest for too long so you can definitely see a light blush on his cheeks if you look at him at just the right time.

Don’t get me wrong he is very impressed with your ability but also wonders if he could somehow improve your ability if you request it. If not then he’s still curious but he does eventually stop given this is a world where magic and demonic bullshit exist and sometimes stuff just doesn’t make sense.

[walpu]

Turning on your notifs so I can read it first thing hehe

Ratio still consumes my thought so much tho, I want to hold his face in my hands and kiss him silly << me after I see his 'gentle' expression in game.

🗿anon

Hi!! I'm so sorry it took so long, for the past few months my work schedule was rather insane 😭 Hope you'll enjoy this!!

cuddling with tired Ratio

notes - gn!reader, fluffy, Ratio being a tsundere, established relationship, no beta, hidden cat ratio agenda

It's not rare for Veritas to come home in a bad mood. Dealing with stupidity, arrogance and the IPC's unreasonable demands is tiering, so of course he often finds himself in a sour mood.

Knowing him for quite some time, you can easily tell when he's actually upset about something and when he's... well, just being his cranky self.

But today he makes it especially easy for you, and literally anyone else, to tell that he's actually pretty pissed.

Rolling his eyes, huffing and everything.

It's a bit funny even, he looks like a grumpy cat.

A cup of tea you carefully put into his hands snaps him out of this frustrated state and he sighs softly.

"You have my gratitude. A cup of tea after such a day is very much appreciated."

His voice gets a bit softer (not a bit but actually quite noticeably, but don't tell him that), just like it always does when he talks to you.

"You still look tense. Come on, lie down here and tell me how was you day," you tell him, patting your lap. It's hard to suppress a grin, knowing what his reaction will be.

His cheeks immediately flush and he frowns adorably.

"W-What?! Don't be ridiculous! Why would I-! It serves no purpose and- Just ridiculous!"

Awww, he said "ridiculous" twice!

Pet his hair while he sits there, looking like a prickly cat. Your touch makes him shiver, no matter how many time you has touched him before.

It's really not that hard to coax him into cuddling with you. He already wants it, despite himself, so just push him a little. Remind him how important it is to relax his mind and body from time to time.

"And how is this relaxing" he asks stubbornly, despite the fact that he's already leaning closer to you. And then closer. Closer. Even closer.

Aaaaand after a few more moment he drops his head head on your lap with a loud sigh.

"Fine, let's test this theory of yours" he murmurs, looking at you with somewhat of... demanding gaze.

Oh, he wants you to keep caressing him. How cute.

You run your fingers through his hair again, gently massaging his scalp. Ratio relaxes under your touch, closing his eyes. He may not say it out loud, but you know he enjoys it a great deal.

He doesn't really want to talk about his day right now. It was tiering and annoying and he can always tell you everything later. Now he only wants to enjoy this moment with you, the only person who's allowed to treat him like that.

[selarina]

-> Satoru Gojo/Reader (ft. Suguru Getou)

Summary: Getou Suguru finds himself living not only with his roommate Gojo Satoru, but also with his girlfriend.

Tags: love triangle, jealousy, unrequited love, light sexual content (implied/referenced), fluff, unresolved sexual tension, emotional distress, mention of reader having periods, mentions of infidelity, themes of polyamory, alcohol consumption, mild language, third person pov, eventual smut

Word Count: 4.2k words

Author's Note: i wrote this before challengers came out i swear

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You waddle in, hair mussed and eyes bleary, absently rubbing at them like a child.

“Morning,” Getou says, with a smile.

“Morning,” you reply, punctuating it with a yawn.

You’re swathed in a dim blue corduroy shirt that fits loosely around your figure. Your shorts lay hidden right under the shirt, extending merely a few centimeters from where the hem of the shirt ends. 

Getou doesn’t mean to stare, but it stands out — there’s a soft crimson hue that’s sitting right below the end of your shorts, and at the center of which is a pretty bite mark.

Getou stares at the mark a bit longer than he could feel normal about but he relents — as one does. He pours out a cup of juice for you. A routine. A loose routine. Some days it’s juice, other days it’s toast. Some days it’s fruit. 

“Thank you, Getou,” you smile at him as you always do. 

He likes your company at his house. At first, he admittedly didn’t, you woke up at ungodly hours, you often scared him when he returned from work, and you left your coat around on the sofa instead of the coat hanger. But all that’s changed now. Now you seem to waltz with the very air that sits in his house, making space for yourself, like a drawer for your clothes and a coaster for your mug. It works.

Almost like you’re all just in a well-timed play, Satoru walks in. And he’s wearing one of his many gray sweatpants.

Suguru doesn’t linger on his presence having witnessed him come out of the same room in so many different forms over the years. It’s routine now, he doesn’t have to bat an eye at him to know he’s walked in, but he does look, allowing himself the indulgence — his eyes lingering on a red hue around his neck, another pretty bite mark, mirroring the one of your thigh.

Today Satoru seems to be a touch weary in his movement. Getou could tell it’s just one of those mornings when he would get a bit extra grumpy. A fleeting state that would soon pass after a stomach full of breakfast.

Satoru moves, standing behind you, hands encircling you in a hug as he buries his face in your back.

“Morning, Suguru,” Satoru’s voice emerged, muffled against your back.

“Good morning, Satoru,” Getou answers, as he promptly places a third cup of juice for Satoru, with the same practiced grace he extended to you.

“Morning baby,” he murmured. He comes up to leave a soft peck on your cheek, and he says it hushed like it’s only meant for you to hear. 

“I know I’m preaching to the choir,” Getou starts. He hopes the annoyance is permeating onto his face, hoping his disquiet reaches you both. “But these walls — they’re thin, you know?”

“Oh? I’m sorry, Getou! We’ll be sure to moan in whispers,” Satoru quickly retorts, as he punctuates that sentence with a wry grin. 

His face seemed perfectly punchable to Getou in this moment — what with his toothpaste ad-worthy grin. He stared, a poker face as he thinks he’s never seen a look as inviting and off-putting as Gojo Satoru’s.

You cinch your brows in annoyance but Getou notices one side of your mouth curving itself into a half-smile. You’ve always been good at this, your face is neither restrained nor fully disclosed. He frowns. 

You turn to hit Satoru lightly on his shoulders, Satoru even turns so you can reach more easily. “Stop!” you giggle as you turn to look at Getou. “Getou, please forgive his audacity. We’ll be quiet next time. I promise.” 

Your face tries to maintain a sincere smile but it’s never sincere enough to stop you from moaning your way to sleep. 

A sigh escapes Getou, a sigh borne of a quiet acceptance as he sets out three plates on the table.

—

Getou sits, hunched over his desk, the lamp casting a pool of jaundiced light onto the scattered papers, he’s nearly halfway through his report. Half an hour more, he thinks, and the whole thing will be done. If he focuses as he has been for the past hour, that is. But of course, as though he is cursed to partake in a comedic play — no, tragic play — he hears the muted whimpers from across the fragile wall that separates him from the two of you. 

He knows the script by heart now. It is only time before it gets louder and louder and louder before he has to blast music on an alarmingly high level to drown it all out.

And he’s not sure what makes him break this time, maybe it’s the report, maybe it’s the lack of good sleep from the previous night but he bangs against the wall.

Once. Bam!

Two. Bam!

Three. Bam!

Three bangs, and the sounds immediately cease to a stop. 

“I have a report to finish,” he announces into the stillness, his voice loud, to ensure it penetrates through the wall.

The silence stretches on. Satisfied, Getou returns to his report.

—

He comes out, his eyes are tired as he thinks about what to make for dinner tonight. 

“Hey Suguru,” you say from your place over on the couch, it pulls him only slightly back to the present.

“Hey,” he returns, his hands barely hanging onto his shoulders as he redoes his hair into a quick bun. He witnesses the aftermath in the half-reflection of a glass cupboard. He can barely see himself, barely a silhouette of a man, he thinks. 

“What do you guys want tonight?” he asks, peering into the fridge, surveying the contents with a hollow gaze.

Satoru rises from his cozy place in between your legs, marching over to grab Getou away from the fridge. Getou would be baffled if he wasn’t so tired and numb from finishing up the report.

“There’s no need for that. We figured you’re tired and want to rip our heads off at this point so we could never make you cook for us in this state,” Satoru pats his shoulders, gripping it a bit more tightly now as he guides him to take a seat on the couch.

Getou barely notices an assortment of different sushi alongside an already corked open bottle of red wine that seemed to magically materialize before his eyes.

He simply stares, wanting Gojo to just explain, he’s too tired to ask, too tired to truly care enough to not give in.

“Dinner’s on us tonight,” Satoru grins, the same familiar toothpaste ad-worthy grin that grows less and less annoying by the day. 

Getou would groan out loud if he had the energy for it.

“More like Sushi and Sticks, but yes, on us tonight,” you add, pouring wine into a third glass and handing it to Getou.

He takes it, muttering, “There’s no need for all this.”

“Of course there is. Just eat, Suguru.” Satoru plops sushi into his mouth as he speaks.

Your face twinges in annoyance. “Don’t talk while eating." You turn back to Suguru now, as your face shifts into a smile. "And besides, Suguru — I’m more worried about you poisoning our dinner tonight.”

Suguru manages to chuckle at that, mostly at the crooked way your lips are smirking, white tooth shining in between.

He takes a sip from the glass. He doesn’t usually like red wine but he couldn’t care less tonight, he’ll indulge and leave all the head-banging to his tomorrow self.  

—

The next morning, Suguru finds himself sprawled on the floor, his head pulsing with an unforgiving ache, echoing over and over against the confines of his skull. He decides he needs to clean the living room, having remembered not cleaning up after last night but he seems ensnared by a weight holding his arm down. 

He turns, his chin pressing into his chest as he tries to look without moving and — it’s you, nestled against his arm mirroring the same tenderness one would show a comforting plush companion. 

Satoru clings to you, in a similar manner, only he’s nestled against your stomach, instead of your arm.

Suguru very very carefully disattaches himself from the two of you, as he stands trying to shake off the drowsiness and the throbbing headache. He must have fallen asleep on the couch after dinner. How he ended up sprawled against Satoru and you is a question that remains unanswered and honestly, he doesn’t really want to know why, he decides.  

He swivels his head across the room and notices how the living room is clean — pristinely so, and the remnants of the sushi and wine are all tidied away into a box, and a closed bottle. He smiles, as he walks into his room. He’ll take a hot shower this morning.

—

“Hey, thank you for doing this with me Getou,” you say, as you roll up your sleeve.

“Anytime,” he says, following to mirror your actions. “Why didn’t you ask Satoru?” he asks, he's been nursing this question since you first invited him to join you.

“Well, I’ve been here with him. He hates the texture of clay, and I have been coming over here on my own but you know,” you continue, “if you like it, I’d love for this to be a regular thing between us,” you say with a smile, and something flops itself in his ribs, and suddenly he feels like he wants to leave.

“And Satoru is fine with this?" he prods.

"Fine with what?" you counter, your tone innocent, though a faint note of mischief lingers beneath the surface.

“You going to a couple’s clay therapy with… well, not him,” he says.

"Yeah," you affirm, your voice soft and reassuring. "He's fine with it. I know he whines like a baby, but he’s surprisingly mature with things like this, you know.” 

“Right,” he says plainly.

"Besides," you add, your hand gently squeezing him, “It's just you, Suguru." 

But he doesn’t feel reassured at all, he’s a bit upset Satoru doesn’t care because it’s just him, just Suguru. He’s his best friend so, of course, he’s fine with this. But nothing’s fine at all, and his hands tremble as he tries to hold the clay.

“Here—” you say, stepping up to draw closer to him, “Let me help.” 

And just like that, your hands are on his, and his hands stop trembling but his heart — it’s beating so fast, he hears it in his ears. You look up, a soft crinkle in your smile, a faint smudge of clay on your cheek as you encourage him. Maybe it’s the light or the softness of your hand against his, but he thinks he’s never seen a person as beautiful as you.

__

Both of you are greeted by the image of Satoru, cut straight from the cover of Vogue, he’s adorned in formal attire, a well-fitted blazer draping his frame.

"Wow," you exclaim, and Getou can't help but silently concur. Satoru cleans up impressively when he decides to wear more than just loosely fitted house clothing. "Where are you off to, Mr. Businessman?"

One second you’re beside Getou and the next you’re throwing yourself onto him, your hands encircling his neck, as you pepper soft kisses to his cheek. 

“There’s a gala tonight at Dad’s,” Satoru mumbles, a playful pout forming on his lips. “Please come with me or I won’t make it to bed tonight,” he says, throwing his head back as his grip loosens around you

“Sure, but I need to take a shower and get dressed. It'll take a bit,” you say, glancing down at your clay-stained clothing.

"It's alright," Satoru reassures you. “Come in when you’re ready. It's scheduled to continue until midnight,” he says. He then turns his attention to Getou. “You too – Suguru, Dad asked for you. You’re free, right?”

Getou's mind races, contemplating a myriad of excuses he could offer. He's not entirely sure which one will slip from his lips, but just as he's about to speak, you interject.

“He’s free all night,” you say. Right, he did tell you he had no plans. 

“I’ll see you both there,” Satoru grins, bestowing a soft peck on your cheek before jokingly leaning in to plant a kiss on Suguru's cheek as well. Suguru nudges him off with a groan, but can't suppress a small smile as Satoru walks away, giggling softly, toward the car.

—

“Wow,” you say, emerging from the room, a blue dress adorning your figure. As you approach Getou, you wrap a shawl around your neck. "You clean up nicely, Suguru."

"Thank you," he replies, his words plain as his eyes remain fixed on the mirror as he fumbles with tying his tie. 

Getou has always relied on Satoru for this task — ever since Satoru first learned to tie a tie at the age of seven, Suguru has had little need to do it himself. Satoru’s always around after all. Maybe he should wait until they arrive at the gala and let Satoru take care of it.

"I can help if that’s okay," you offer, and finally, Suguru turns to look at you. And it’s not a surprise, not when he found you beautiful with clay smeared on your face. You’re beautiful, in a refined sense this time.

"You look beautiful," he remarks, the words flowing forth unbidden and unrestrained from his lips. His eyes remain fixed on you, dazed and entranced.

"Thank you," you respond with a warm smile. Your hands reach for his tie, your fingers deftly adjusting its length.

You work quickly and efficiently, handing him your phone as you loop the tie and pull it up to his neck. "Is this too tight?" you inquire.

"No, it's perfect. Thank you," he replies, with a gulp, returning your phone with a smile.

"Shall we go?" you suggest, and all he can do is nod in silent agreement.

—

The event is grand, a slew of gold and shimmer greeting you as you enter through the big doors. You haven't attended many events hosted by the Gojo household, for Satoru rarely graces such occasions with his presence. However, when you have attended, they have always been nothing short of grand.

You make a conscious effort not to be daunted by the esteemed guests. Being with Gojo Satoru requires an air of confidence that should precede the man himself. He effortlessly commands respect solely by his birthright, but you need to command respect despite your birthright. Still, it comes easy to you as your hands are locked with Getou’s, you walk through — your head held high, only greeting those who bow to greet you. 

You’re only at the precipice of your entry, and Satoru walks his way towards the two of you. The hand locked to your own starts to falter but you hold it tight, turning to eye Suguru who looks at you confused. Satoru’s here now, you can let go but you don’t — you merely tighten your hand as Satoru holds his hand out for your other, unoccupied hand. 

You smile, “Why, thank you.” And the three of you enter in lockstep with each other.

The evening goes as every evening at this household does — Satoru’s by your side clinging to you as he whines about leaving, you remind him that you all just got here, Getou passes you some food, and you chomp on them as you sip the wine, judging its taste with Suguru, Satoru disappears, presumably having a fight with his father, as you look all over trying to find him. 

The evening proceeds as every evening at the Gojo residence does. Satoru clings to your side, bemoaning the idea of leaving even though you've all just arrived. You reassure him, reminding him that the event has only just begun. Getou discreetly passes you some food from the counter, and you nibble on it while sipping your wine, judging its taste with Suguru. Satoru vanishes momentarily, presumably locked in a confrontation with his father, and you look all over the building trying to find him. 

This time, however, Suguru doesn’t help you look. He stops you, his voice soft but resolute. “Let's dance.” 

You're taken aback, but you accept his outstretched hand. You know he’s partly doing this because you’re too worried today, Satoru seems to be in a more fragile state than usual — what with his mother, his father, and his father’s mistress making an appearance together today. 

Getou moves like a man with composure, his demeanor still and practiced as he swirls you across the floor. There's a slight fear in your heart that you might stumble and fall, but with each step, his hand holds your body tight, securing you with every move.

“You’re good at this,” you remark. “Really good.”

"Yeah," he replies. "I've had some practice," he recalls a time when Satoru had offered to help him learn how to dance before prom — to impress his date. "Satoru taught me," he admits.

"Right, checks out," you chuckle. "You're even better than him though. Do you secretly practice in that little room of yours?" you squint your eyes, with a smirk on your lips.

“Well, only so I can impress pretty girls like you,” he quips, punctuating his statement with a graceful dip.

You rise from the dip, a soft heat coursing through your cheeks. You're about to respond when you notice Satoru standing alone, a forlorn expression on his face as he downs a glass of alcohol. Suguru’s eyes follow your own as he turns, his own expression shifting to one of concern — Satoru rarely indulges in alcohol.

“You should talk to him,” you suggest, aware of the soft, resentful pang within your insulated chest that recognizes — right now, Satoru needs Suguru more than you. He’s a much more practiced person in the art of soothing Satoru having decades to perfect them. And besides, you figure someone needs to cover for the three of you here, and it might as well be you and your pretty smiles.

Suguru nods, making his way across the hall to reach Satoru — he doesn’t say much, only asking him to follow him outside to the balcony, Satoru wordlessly complies.

"You should set the glass down, Satoru," Suguru gently advises, attempting to pry the drink from his grip. Satoru resists momentarily, causing a small spill on his suit.

"This suit was expensive, you know," Satoru mumbles, his words slurring slightly. “You’re paying for this.”

“Uh-huh,” it would cause barely a dent in Gojo’s account to replace the suit, but he knows he’s deflecting trying to talk about anything but what’s bothering him. "What's bothering you? We can leave if you want. We've been here for a while."

"I'm fine," Satoru insists, dawdling closer to the balcony's edge. Suguru hurries to hold onto him, his fingers tightening around Satoru's waist.

"You're not fine," Suguru counters gently. He manages to take the glass from Satoru's hand, setting it aside. "Tell me, Satoru."

"I don't... I don't know," Satoru confesses, his voice heavy and his voice meek. "I've known about them since I was ten. Why does it still bother me?" 

“It doesn't matter how long you've known about it. Emotions don't adhere to timelines, Satoru,” Suguru says, his words soft because they can be — it’s only the two of them out here in the chill of the evening air.

After a while, Satoru finally breaks the quietude. "Thank you for this," he says.

Suguru doesn’t respond.

“I don’t say this often, or at all but thank you,” he says, with a sad chuckle. 

Suguru smiles, as Satoru comes to hug him, flopping himself onto Suguru’s body. He’s tired and drunk and acting sappy, Suguru chuckles. Satoru tries to push back, and he manages — enough to leave a soft kiss on Suguru's neck, “Thank you.” He hears him mumble as he tightens his hold on Satoru.

Suguru attempts to pull back to meet Satoru's gaze, but the younger man seems dazed and half-conscious. It becomes clear to Suguru that it's time to take Satoru home.

—

Things change after the gala. Suguru finds that he prefers this to whatever was happening before. At least now, he’s in here with the two of you, able to take up space in his own living room, his own house — instead of being cooped up in his room in order to avoid sharing space with you two. 

You started inviting him out to events you attend, he finds that you’re far more resourceful than himself or Satoru — you have a myriad of hobbies, all of which you treat with care. He finds himself doing the same, despite his disinterest in some — he likes the time he spends with you. Satoru starts joining in on some days. On other days, he lounges on the couch, inviting Suguru to fall into a routine of laziness with him, the two of them end up napping all day, only for you to come join them in the evening. 

You hear the click of the door handle turning, and then shuffling, before Getou flits into the living room with a small cover in his hand. 

He’s about to greet you when he sees you in your sorry state — nose running, eyes weeping with a slew of tissues at your feet.

“Uhh—” He stops to take the scene entirely before his eyes flit to the screen in front of you — a movie with a dog and some child playing. “Are you on your period?” He finishes, looking directly at you, face serious with concern. 

Your mouth opens ajar in shock, “I hope this is some sort of bad joke on your part,” you retort.

“No, I’m just confused,” he replies, eyeing the screen and back to your face. His face serious and lacking of any sense of amusement, 

“What’s confusing — I’m allowed to cry without it being my period,” you say, firmly but he’s finding it hard to take you seriously when all he wants to do is squish your cheeks. “I’m allowed to be sad,” you say.

“You’re just — you’re not often,” he says plainly.

Another figure flits into the scene with sleepy eyes and the same excruciating sweatpants.“Shit baby, are you on your period again?” he says, with a yawn.

Your mouth opens up more, in shock, in annoyance before you speak up a simple word — “Couch.”

Getou only then chuckles.

“What? What did I do?” He whines, immediately by your side as he clings to your head. “Baby?” He prods again, and you can tell he’s trying to don puppy eyes but you can’t see him through all your tears.

“Couch,” you reaffirm. “Tonight.”

You hear Getou giggle from the kitchen before he’s by your side, his hand stretching over to give you — “Ice cream?” He asks.

You take it wordlessly but Getou doesn’t miss the soft crinkles on your face.

The three of you settle on the couch, you in the middle, with Satoru and Suguru flanking you on either side. Satoru wraps his arms around you, pulling you close as you snuggle against him, your tears slowly subsiding. Suguru leans in, his hand resting on your thigh in a comforting gesture. Suguru can’t help but wander with his mind, is it normal for Gojo to let him, his best friend, do this to his girlfriend? Is it normal for him to like it?

"You guys are kinda sweet when you’re not being dicks, you know," you sniffle, wiping away the remnants of your tears with a tissue.

Getou chuckles softly, and Satoru joins in, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

—

"I should probably head home.”

Satoru pouts playfully. "Can't you stay a little longer, baby?"

“No, I have class tomorrow and I don’t want to be late.”

“Getou can drop you with the car, it’s fine. Stay. Pretty please,” he pouts even more.

“What?” Getou asks. “Why should I drop her?”

“You don’t want to drop me?” you ask, he doesn’t miss the slight hurt in your voice, in fact, it stings at his heart but he’s confused and he doesn’t understand anything at all at this moment.

“No— Of course, I don’t mind. But Satoru can drop you,” he says, confusingly reassuring.

“What?” Gojo asks, confused. “You know I sleep in. And you’re up by that time anyway.”

“But you are the boyfriend,” he rolls his eyes. “You should be doing this,” he says.

“Well, if that’s all,” Satoru chuckles, getting up to come and place himself standing beside Getou. He lifts his hand up, patting both sides of Suguru’s shoulders like he’s knighting him. “I now dub you my girlfriend’s boyfriend.” He continues to chuckle as you join in with the chortles but Suguru doesn’t laugh.

Satoru, still reeling from the humor, leans down and kisses your forehead. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I know Suguru will drop you home. He always does. And if not, I dunno know— just kick me awake."

��Fine, fine. See you both tomorrow,” you say, giving both of them a final smile before you head out the door.

Suguru remains still, still dazed from the knighting scene, and watches as you blend into the darkness of Satoru's bedroom.

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More Than Anyone (Part 7)

Warnings: 18+ smut, targcest, lactation, childbirth

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Y/N’s term is complete, her body aches. Though she rarely complains, perhaps she knows it will do no good. Or perhaps she had bore enough children that she is used to pain.

Aegon is not sure which. Dutifully he climbs into their bed each night, to hold her and soothe her tense muscles after a bath. Pressing the lightest of kisses to her skin. “After this babe we need no more heirs.” He kisses her temple reverently. Aegon does not wish her to suffer. “You have performed your duty. The crown is satisfied. I am satisfied.”

“What happened to ‘as many as you’ll give me?” Y/N jests. That’s the number of children he’d once asked her for.

The prince smiles, “I watched you bring our son into this world…I would not wish that pain on my enemy, least of all my dearest love.”

“But it’s worth it, wouldn’t you say?” Y/N grunts as she turns to face him.

“Our children are very dear to me.” You are also dear to me.

“Mayhaps this conversation should be tabled for a day when there is not a child pressing against my organs. I might be able to think a bit more clearly.”

“You know, my sweetheart,” Aegon begins chasing another train of thought. “The Maester once told me that babes can be coaxed out the same way they’re coaxed in.”

“Oh?” Y/N smirks, passing a hand over her swollen belly.

“Let me see here.” Aegon leans forward, giving sweet kisses to her bump. Then helping to work her nightgown and small clothes to the floor.

“Aegon,” she flushes, not used to his eyes on her in this state.

“You are beautiful,” he murmurs. “So pretty, so…full. Wonder how you’ll fair with my cock in you.”

Y/N whines, as he cups her breasts, thumbing her nipples to peaks before suckling at the left. The princess is so sensitive that she nearly bursts into tears. The soft pressure of Aegon’s lips finally draws the first signs of milk from within her. “Aegon.”

“You were brought into this world to be mine.” He murmurs, lapping at the droplets. “All the nights I lied awake, to drown myself in cups and wonder, ‘why me?’ I see it all so clearly now. I had to be born who I am and you had to be born who you are, so that our paths might cross. There is nothing we could do about it, our fate was written in the stars. This body longs for me as mine longs for you. All these years wasted fucking whores, to find relief from the aching hole in my heart, when it was you. My sweet girl.”

Y/N inhales sharply, as he latches on to the opposite breast. “I love you dearly, Aegon. So much so that my heart aches with it.”

He hums against her. To be loved, he had so often longed to be loved. His wife was born of love and therefore will never know half his demons. Though when he shared them, she took half their weight.

The Princess faces a different set of battles, to prove herself, to accept what is afforded her, acquired through fire and blood.

“Fuck,” Aegon sighs, his cock sliding easily into her warmth as she lies propped up against the pillows.

Her grin is lazy, spread across her lips like the cat who ate the canary. In this moment, she is every bit the spoiled little thing some thought her to be.

Her husband shifts his weight back on his ankles, fucking into her hard enough to make Y/N gasp. “Just there?” Aegon cocks his head to the side.

Y/N nods as he ruts against that spot within her. Fingers fumbling around in search of his hand. So much of her pleasure and her pain is held in his palms, where she finds comfort and strength in times of need.

Aegon twines their fingers together, feeling Y/N squeeze in time with her cunt. Full breasts bouncing wildly with each thrust. “To think this is what you’ve hidden from me all these years.” He clicks his tongue at her, never were his eyes allowed the privilege of her beauty great with his child.

“I still wish to hide,” she admits.

Aegon chuckles, draping the top sheet across her middle with his free hand. Watching with the softest of gazes as his sweet girl situates the material over her breasts, taking it down nearly to the place where they are joined. His strokes are slow and deep, lulling his wife to a gentle peak.

Y/N lets out a tiny sob as his hips snap against hers in quick succession. Throwing her headlong into a second orgasm, which soaks both of their thighs in her slick.

“Good girl,” Aegon praises, thumbing at her twitching bundle of nerves.

“Aegon,” she warns, catching his wrist.

“Once more,” he murmurs, close to the precipice himself.

“I can’t,” the pretty little thing hiccups beneath him.

Aegon only hushes her, “you can, sweetheart.”

“It hurts.” Too much of a good thing always does.

“Shhh,” he soothes, circling the swollen nub softly.

Tears well up in her eyes as she finds Aegon’s gaze.

“I’ve got you,” he coos.

The princess feels another climax building low in her belly. Breath leaving her in short puffs. “I-”

“I know,” Aegon groans, feeling her inner walls flutter around his cock. He draws pleasure from her cruelly. “I love you.”

“I love you,” Y/N wails, succumbing to him once more. Denied the ability to come down by his deft fingers, nudging back the hood of her pearl. “No more.” She pleads, bottom lip quivering. “Please, Aegon, please!”

The sound of her desperate pleas hurtle Aegon to his peak, cursing as thick ropes of cum fill her twitching cunt. Sore and twinging from exquisite torture.

He pulls out after a moment, collapsing beside her and brushing sweat damp hair from her face. Soft kisses as Y/N catches her breath, drying any trace of tears.

“That was an awful thing to do.” She chastises, no fire behind her words.

“Forgive me, my dearest love.” Aegon repents, helping to situate his wife on her side, a soft pillow cushioning her belly.

Y/N sighs, his arms coming round to stroke the babe in her womb.

“I will kiss it better, if you wish.” He taunts, earning a slap to his forearm.

“Don’t you even dream of it,” she nuzzles farther against him, despite her protest.

“Will you have your maids attend the birth this time?” The last time it was only the two of them. It was peaceful.

“If I ask for you and only you, will you be terribly upset?”

Aegon shakes his head. He would not be upset, “it would be my great honor.” To deliver another of their children…especially if this is to be their last.

Y/N let’s out a yawn, “that is what I want.”

————————————————————————

The morrrow comes too soon, forcing Y/N from the warmth of her bed to tend her duties. A council meeting, as heir, the princess cannot miss it.

She listens carefully, seated at the long table. Rhaenyra was born to be queen. Y/N hopes to make her proud.

As the minutes drag on, Jacaerys can’t help but notice his sister shifting uncomfortably in her chair. He inches closer, “sister? Is everything alright?”

To his surprise, she seizes his hand, squeezing tightly for a moment before exhaling harshly and coming back to herself. “I am well.” Y/N forces a smile as she releases his fingers.

He gawks at her while the blood returns to his hand. “Your labors.”

The princess quiets him. “Not now.”

“Are you mad?” Jace hisses, “this is not something you can postpone.”

“Mmm.” She hums out, low in her throat. Earning Daemon’s attention and then her mother’s.

“Is something the matter?” The Queen demands, they know better than to behave this way without cause.

“No. Forgive me, your grace.” Y/N chokes out, through a contraction.

“Yes,” Jace rats her out, “her labors have started.”

“Well,” Rhaenyra offers her daughter a kind smile. “You are excused, Princess.”

“Thank you, your grace.” Jacaerys nods, helping his sister to her feet.

“Ah,” she clutches at her lower belly as she stands.

Jace tosses her arm over his shoulder for support.

“Can’t believe you told her.” Y/N scowls, shuffling from the council room into the hall.

“Did you think I’d let you give birth during a small council meeting?”

“I could’ve made it.”

“Liar.”

“Fuck,” Y/N curses, forcing her legs to continue toward her chambers.

“How painful is it? If you had to say?” Jace wonders, soon his wife will be birthing their babe. He is doing his best to prepare.

“It is the worst pain I have ever known,” Y/N pants out. “Yet I would do it a hundred times more.”

He takes comfort in this. That it would be worth it; for her, for Baela. “Perhaps I could deliver my babe. Do you think Baela might like that?”

“I do not know, Jacaerys.” She bites out. “You are a kind man, a good husband, you will be a wonderful father.” Breathe, breathe. “But it is hard to speak at a time like this.”

“I apologize. Let us get you to Aegon.” The Prince sighs, hobbling down the corridor. Of course there’s the stairs, his poor sister…

“I can’t,” Y/N sobs out. This child is coming, she will not make it to the top. “I can’t, I can’t.”

“Y/N, tell me now, what can I do?” Jace helps her down, kneeling beside her on the bottom step.

“Send for Aegon, please hurry.”

“Surely you mustn’t be alone.”

“It’s just up the stairs, down the hall. I will be alright.” Y/N assures him.

“Very well,” he gives her shoulder a squeeze, making to stand. Dashing toward their chambers, Jace finds Aegon within. Newly clothed, unhurried.

“What is it?” Aegon frowns at the intrusion.

“Y/N is having the babe.” Jace pants out, having sprinted. “At the bottom of the staircase. Now.”

“Now?” Aegon all but shouts, rushing past his nephew, down the hallway and taking the steps two at a time. He finds his wife hunched forward, with her hands resting on her thighs, still fully clothed. “Sweetheart.”

“Help me,” Y/N pleads, shoving his arm up beneath her skirts.

“I’ve got you.” He murmurs, feeling the child has already begun crowning.

Y/N whimpers, this part never gets any easier.

“That’s it, sweet girl. We’ll have this babe in no time.”

Jacaerys is a few steps away, facing outward. Ensuring their safety and privacy in this moment.

“Oww, FUCK!”

“Breathe,” Aegon reminds her, their child’s head in his hand.

Her thighs tremble, aching from holding up her weight. Aegon peppers gentle kisses to the side of her face.

“I love you, more than you will ever know. And I am forever grateful for the family you have given me.” Aegon murmurs, as his wife bears down, the shoulders are tricky. “Our family.”

A few more moments of agony and the baby is in Aegon’s arms. Announcing their arrival with a loud wail.

“Thank the gods.” Jacaerys breathes, still facing away.

“Another boy, my darling.” Aegon informs Y/N, as she slumps down in relief.

“His hair-”

“I have been waiting, hoping even.” Aegon admits. “For a child with your features, perhaps you heard me in there, hmm?” He cooes at his son.

“Aegon,” Y/N smiles.

“Hmm?”

“His name,” she explains. “I wish to name him Aegon…after you. My dearest love.”

“Are you certain?” Tears prickle at the back of his eyes.

Y/N knows he can deny her nothing. “I have never been more certain.”

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[moronkombat]

Bi-Han nsfw alphabet? 🫣🧊

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Bi-Han is rather tender with his lover after having sex. He is quick to check on them, making sure they are comfortable and content. A large hand will encompass a cheek and his eyes will search his lover's before he pulls you close. His arms around you like a barrier to the entire world and its evils. He will protect you from them all

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Bi-Han is proud of his face. Not because it a handsome one but becomes it is identical to his mother's. Her visage is painted on him, it all he has left of her to look at besides aging photos. As he ages he likes to think his mother would look this way too

His partner's hands. So much smaller and lighter than his own, so easily to be broken. Bi-han would never. Not in any lifetime would he harm his lover. Those hands are to be held, kisses and caressed

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Definitely prefers to finish inside his partner. It is much more intimate and personal for him to release himself within a place most warm and hidden. Bi-Han truly feels deeply connected to his partner when their natural essence mingle and flow together

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Is often plagued by "inappropriate" thoughts of his lover. There is a hunger behind his eyes that fill his head with tantalizing fantasies of the carnal variety. He will tell absolutely no one that he often thinks of his lover quite lewdly. He vents these thoughts through rigorous exercise and sparring with other Lin Kuei

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's a virgin Very inexperienced. Bi-Han found little use or time for engaging in sexualized behaviors. He is not partial to seeking out a bedwarmer or a temptation of the night. When Bi-Han loves, it is completely and truly and with the one person he holds dearest

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Very much so ever changing. The position often changes based on the opportunity that is in front of him. Though he is rather traditional and prefers missionary with his lover. It feels right when he can look into his lovers eyes, bodies pressed closely together. Bi-Han likes to be on top because he wishes to hold you close and shield you from all the horrors of the world

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Bi-Han is exceptionally serious in the bedroom. He will not incorporate humor as he finds it disrespectful to you and this private moment shared between the two of you. Bi-Han would never disgrace his lover in such a way

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Bi-Han is neat and groomed but not hairless. He makes it a point to keep himself trimmed and even as to not pester his partner by accidentally irritating them with prickly hairs. While he can grow facial hair, he almost always shaves it but tends to rush through it causing his skin to feel roughened

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Despite his rather grim and intimidating demeanor, Bi-Han longs to show his partner a perfect romance. The only problem with that is he is incredibly awkward in that subject. That will not stop him from trying and, if he's known his lover for awhile, he eventually finds a good pattern of romance. He shows romance through gestures and not words. Do not expect to hear him say those three pretty words. They are not needed when he holds you so tenderly as your bodies entangle and he whispers to you "my heart"

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Seldomly indulges in such acts but probably should. He does have "impure" thoughts of his lover very frequently and intrusively and they weigh on him. He mostly releases himself through exercise or roughly sparring with someone

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Marking- Bi-Han is rather "vanilla" on the surface but peal the skin further back and corruption lingers. While he will never leave a cut on his partner or anything that will tear the skin he does enjoy leaving those reddened circles where he kissed and sucked. He is very meticulous when placing them, always somewhere no one else can see. They are for him and you to feast upon their memories in privacy. He does not leave exposed marks as to not bring attention to you or disrespect you. Bruising tends to occur during sex due to the sheer size of pace of him. While he feels guilty bringing them about, there is something about seeing your skin so painted quite thrilling

Breeding/Pregnancy- This is one he will never admit. He'd rather choke on these words than confess to such a perversion. Yet he is so enticed when he thinks about getting his partner pregnant with his child, with his heir. He groans and his spine curls just thinking about it. Each time he cums within his lover, there is a betraying prayer that wishes for his seed to take root so that you may grow round with child. If his partner were to become pregnant, he finds them incredibly attractive. Probably more than he should

Size difference- Bi-Han is large and his lover is...so fragile and delicate. Barely can he fit himself within warm walls. It takes oh so long for him to completely sheath himself inside. His hand will lay upon your naval and there he feels himself moving, the very outline of him traced into his palm

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bi-Han will almost always prefer to take his lover in the bedroom. He does not allow anyone in his personal quarter. That is a place for him and now it is for you too. It means to be exposed and vulnerable to have another in his room with him. He finds this the perfect place to express his love to you

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Bi-Han gets in the mood by his partner's appearance. A pretty expression, a graceful step a lithe build that seems so different than his own. He longs to take away those layers of clothing and take your body into his arms

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Bi-Han will not harm his lover. He will not lay a hurtful hand on them, he just can't. Never will he bring them pain. Bi-Han will only protect you from it

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He enjoys both but expects to give you oral more than receive it. Why? Because he sees how much you like it and how loud you get for him. Louder than sound your moans can be when he between your legs and that really riles him up. However, receiving is also very much so enjoyed and he tends to be rather noisy when you go down on him

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Bi-Han is a rather healthy mis between the two. He will be slow and sensual but also pick up the tempo when he starts to really get into the mood. Those are when he bruises to your hips are created as his own slam and collide into yours while teeth are bared or snagged against a lip and groans most guttural spawn in his throat

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Does not prefer them as he feels it does not allow enough time to truly experience each other fully. Will he outright refuse them? No but he does not seek them out at all

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Bi-Han is a cautious lover i will go down with this ship so taking risks are not exactly thought of. Will he experiment? Yes, as long as it brings no harm to his lover or makes him feel as though he is hurting them

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Seemingly unlimited stamina. This man is a bull made of steel and iron. He could continue all night and into the morning but he does not often do that as his lover tends to tire quicker than him

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He'd be open to the idea of them but ultimately unsure and a bit lost in terms of how to use them. He will need guidance and his partner to request their use. Otherwise, they do not even cross his mind

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A fair lover most of the time but he does succumb to those impish temptations. This mostly manifests during oral sex with his partner. He longs to hear your whines more and more and so he tends to draw out his methods when using his tongue

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Bi-Han groans and grunts frequently during sex and is not silence nor quiet. He not loud either, however. He falls somewhere in middle and begins to reach his most audible during a faster pace

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Bi-Han is prone to jealousy even if he and his partner have been in a long standing committed relationship. He simply cannot help but feel a twitch of annoyance when your attention is on another. He often glares at the one you are speaking with which doesn't go unnoticed. When he is feeling particularly jealous he will become vocal about it in bed by saying "you are mine and i am yours. this will be forever"

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Bi-Han is muscular, toned and very fit. His body has been built up and carved by combat and training. His arms are large and powerful, legs muscular and refined. Every part of his body showcases his exquisite physique. He is large in every way with his length above average and with a hefty girth to match

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is moderate. Not too high but not low. He fits comfortably in the middle. He and his lover do not engage in primal desires daily but typically do not go longer than a couple of days without it

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

His eyes do not close nor does he leave his lover in the bed. His aim to stay with them after each time he and you have sex. Bi-Han holds you to him but often says very little or nothing at all. Yet he does not sleep, not until you do. He simply enjoys laying in your comfort and love until you are ready to sleep

[a-little-ray-of-fantasy]

Barnaby facts (confirmed by the devs)

Hello! Since I was bored and it's making me so happy to see Barnaby getting so much love lately, I've decided to collect all the info I have about him! I most likely missed something, so if you have info I haven't put here, or got wrong, let me know, ok? ^^

Anyhoo, here we go! **}

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- Barnaby, despite his name, is not a barn owl. He's actually a long eared owl.

- Barnaby isn't his real name; he used to have a different one, back in his alive days. One of the drawings featuring him has him surrounded by many names starting with "B".

- Said illustration has "Who am I?" hidden among the names and words such as "Where" and "Help", hinting at something linked to his identity is torturing him.

- It's been stated that Barnaby is the way he is because of a dangerous experiment that corrupted then killed him, changing him completely as a result.

- Barnaby is asexual homoromantic, and is genderfluid: while he goes primarly by "he/him", he accepts any pronoun.

- He considers his Barnaboos as his "little pretties", and often offers help or advice if they need it; of course, his help may not be as helpful as he believes...

- He hates cheesecake.

- He's not a fan of rootbeer neither; he will serve it in his parties, but he personally won't drink it.

- His favorite food is eye scream, and favorite Halloween treat are caramel apples.

- As for ice cream, his favorite flavor is Strawberry Shortcake.

- Speaking of food, yeah, he doesn't need to eat, nor sleep. But still likes doing it anyway.

- Barnaby is a confirmed sleepyhead. He naps a lot, but never in an ordinary position, or in his bed; he tends to sleep in various gravity bending position, especially upside down.

- Meaning, yes, when Billie comes to steal his gem, he was sleeping!

- And when he sleeps, he apparently snores and hoots.

- While hugging him would result in a kill from him, Ash confirmed Barnaby is a hugger! Hugging him would still involve him squeezing or stabbing you to death, tho'. And he'd feel both soft and slimy to the touch.

- Barnaby is around 10-11ft tall, and with his size-shifting abilities, he can be any height he wants; when he was alive tho', he's as tall as Aristotle, more or less.

- He doesn't need glasses anymore, but sometimes will wear them because they make him look smart. They also tend to follow the eyes' movements.

- Barnaby is very emotional: while it won't stop him from trying to kill you, he will cry if he sees you cry. Ironically, he would comfort you until you feel better. Then he'll kill you.

- It's been confirmed that Barnaby's biggest fear has "already come true".

- His tears are orange, just like his eyes.

- Barnaby is not one to open his heart easily, but the moment he does, there's many ways to reach it. He's quite romantic, tho' not in the usual way: if you gave him a dead rat, he'd consider it a very romantic gesture!

- It's been stated he doesn't have a partner now, but in life, "maybe".

- When it comes to children, it's been confirmed he'd be the best caregiver alongside Dutch, althought for him "it's complicated".

- He apparently had a child of his own, if the picture posted about him during "Father's Day" is any indication. What happened to the little one hasn't been revealed yet.

- Apparently he's the least judgemental character in BBU!

- If he had a TV, it'd be old timey, and he'd watch something really random. Like ducks.

- Barnaby loves small critters; Ash specifically mentions they always linked him with guinea pigs. And indeed, Barnaby had a science guinea pig co-worker once, that turned into an actual guinea pig because of a reckless experiment, and he took care of them.

- He's able to control reality; it's unclear if it's his gem's doing, or his magic power as a ghost.

- In any case, he's now the most powerful character in the game

- Back in his alive days, he was a magic researcher and scientist.

- He actually owned the gem before he turned into a ghost. He even experimented on it, and it's suggested that actually sealed his fate.

- A lot of songs from Oingo Boingo and Lemon Demon fit him: Ash specifically mentioned "Weird Science" as really "Barnabycore"

- Barnaby is autistic: he stims by hooting and flapping his wings when he's excited.

- When he's scared or nervous, he tends to cover himself with his wings.

- Katie said that, if he were a candy, he'd be a sour blueberry.

- Barnaby lives in his own dimension, with his own mansion and everything. And he can travel between realities. Although one comment from Katie suggests he's trapped in there, but it's too early to say for sure.

- According to the devs, he was inspired by Weird Al Yankovic, Lewis from Mystery Skulls and Discord from MLP.

- No, he wasn't inspired by Snatcher, since the development of BBU has lasted longer than A Hat in Time. The two of them canonically know each other tho': only problem is, Snatcher hates Barnaby's guts and finds him too clingy, while the owl adores him.

- He canonically knows Wally Darling from "Welcome Home" and Kira from "Far Fetched" too, since he can travel between realities.

- Barnaby has his guests come to his home by portals that pop just below them. He apparently has kidnapped people before, every once in a while.

- He'd get along well with Dutch.

- It's left vague whether he knows Fantoccio or not.

- He actually has never met Arthur nor Aristotle before the game.

- In any case, he'd find Aristotle really funny, and wouldn't take them seriously.

-- Barnaby is aware of the player, and can break the 4th wall. And that's why only he can use Twitter.

- Whenever he writes on Twitter, hE WRiTSE LIkE THIS!!!

- Barnaby is REALLY mischeavous, and finds no problem in cheating in games. But if YOU cheat, then he gets ticked off.

- This suggests he's also a sore loser.

- Judging by his expression in the cutscene, he doesn't like being interrupted.

- It's been confirmed he smells like meldew. :P

- He could fake glitching out, then attack the moment you come to check out what's going on with him.

- He HATES party crashers. Also scarecrows: not good for conversations. And he's not interested in their crops.

- He can play the organ: Katie even suggested that if you hear it in the background of his chapter, that's him playing it.

- He was a young prodigy, back when he was alive!

- Don't be fooled by his goofy antics: he's very smart, still loves making experiments and can speak a lot of languages.

- Ironically, he hates skulls: he finds them icky.

- He was 25-26 when he died; he's been dead for 100+ years.

- Time is very important for him: that's why there's so many clocks in his parlor. It's been suggested he sees partying as a way to keep track with time.

- Despite that, Barnaby himself in the contest video has briefly stated he tends to forget what year it is.

- There's tons of pictures in his manor: all of them depict him, suggesting he's good at painting.

- Katie has noted that Barnaby "remembers everything". When asked if there's something he'd rather forget, they stated that "what he wants and what he needs are very different things".

- His family is "infinite", apparently. Then again, one of his very early descriptions stated he's got no friends nor family to speak about...

- He's been described as "self interested"

- When asked which character had the most trauma, without giving hints about being traumatized, Katie confirmed Barnaby as the answer, even stating his story makes them the saddest, alongside Fanto's.

- His favorite color is pink!

- He can change himself into lots of animals, and can even clone himself!

- When asked if he can talk to his alive self, Katie said it's "technically possible".

- Back when he was alive, he was noted as a dork and a hardworker, so much so he'd even pull one-nighters before making speeches for his research. Katie jokingly suggested that's why he parties so much: it's to make up for lost time!

- He had a different way of speaking, back when he was alive. And his icks were probably different as well.

- When he gets overwhelmed, he has a shutdown, and goes completely silent.

- At early stages, Barnaby was supposed to be a bug.

- The moment his design as a ghost was chosen, he went through a lot of palette options, like a pale blue color like he came from "The Haunted Mansion", or all colorful like "Dia de los Muertos". Ultimately they settled for his currently shadowy look because, not only it's easier to animate, it was in line with his backstory.

- Barnaby can melt. It's still unclear what triggers such a reaction, but some pictures hint that it's tied to his psychological state.

- Barnaby has been noted that he can talk fancy, but he's not eloquent.

- His favorite dance is the charleston!

- Ash has stated that in the game he is going to be depicted doing something similiar to "singing himself to sleep".

- Apparently he still makes pellets from his mouth. Dead or not, he's still an owl.

- He often puts emphasis on words, sometimes even making his bowtie spin.

- In the latest Twitter post featuring him, when you decode the garbled message, you can read: "Barnaby lies Along in his thoughts, Resting On the floor Neglected". Not only this hints at his turmoil, it also hides the word "BARON". It's unclear if it's his name, a title he possessed, or someone or thing else entirely connected to him.

- He loves recieving scretches on his head.

- Barnaby can cook, but he'll more often than not leave that to the Barnaboos.

- He's not that interested in gardening, even tho' he owns a greenhouse.

- He'd enjoy playing "Luigi's Mansion"!

- In Super Smash Bros. he'd main Meta Knight, even relating to him.

- He'd happily accept smoochies, apparently!

- His favorite party game is "Pin the tail on the owl".

- If you are his friend, he'd consider it even more of a reason to stay in the manor and never leave!

- He has claimed that he's used to give himself self love and compliments, since no one else does it. That, and his tendency to ask others for hugs or if they need a hug to calm down, suggests he's affection starved.

- He tends to react to compliments from fans by smiling bashfully, or happily shouting that he's popular.

- Katie stated that his favorite movie would be something unexpected, like "Marnie & Me" or "Up".

- Barnaby can see everything from the eyes of the plushies that look like him. So, if you bought one... watch out...

- Among his early designs, he also looked like a completely different owl, tall and austere looking, who was the guardian of the forest. It was changed because the devs wanted a goofy boss that could stand out among the others.

- Having said that, it seems Barnaby was the last boss to be officially revealed, and initially the game only had Elaine, Dutch and Fantoccio as the main bosses.

- Barnaby LOVES puns. A good deal of the lines he says when you get defeated in his chase contain a pun.

- You try being slick by stating you want to die of old age? Too bad: Barnaby will make you age rapidly. Despite that, Katie confirmed he doesn't have time related powers...

- Katie and Ash confirmed Barnaby can fly. And such a sight is apparently really hilarious.

- Barnaby loves shiny trinkets: if he sees a sparkly thread, he'll fixate on it and will follow its movements. It's like with a cat following a laser.

- Barnaby has teeth; they're orange and sharp, and come out when he's ticked off, or especially devious.

- When he was alive, he only used he/him pronouns. He became comfortable with all pronouns after he died. He's always been interested in men.

- This goes without saying, but still: he operates on cartoon logic. He can use both his wings AND his feet as hands. Even both feet can act as hands, even when they appear off camera. How? Because it's Barnaby and he can do anything he sets his mind into!

[moonsaver]

ok this is not really a request, but what would yan!dan heng be like? i barely see any yan!dan heng content and thats probably because I don't even know how he would behave. Would he silently obsess over you? Would he not let you leave the archives, taking his life when he was young as an example, giving you books as your only respite? Would the astral express crew be in on it?

I feel like yan!dan heng would be like a pathetic wet cat about it, acting unfeelingly but then begs and begs for your affection in private, guilt tripping you without noticing and then finally giving up and taking what he wants whether you like it or not.

Hello anon!

I understand your frustration, and tbh even i struggle a bit with characterizing yan!dan heng, so i havent been able to push out any of his content.

He's not an exact favorite either, so i wasnt at all bothered by the lack of content but i understand you (sunday enjoyer here).

Honestly, i think one of the major reasons its hard to character yan!dan heng is kind of because hes actually a bit of a mellow character who's pretty cozy. Im not thorough with his backstory but it seems like he's always trying to be on the down-low, and never do things that warrant attention. Yan!dan heng would, as a result, not be so different in my opinion. However, a few of his aspects do seem to be interesting as a result.

As far as i know of his character, yan!dan heng would probably be extremely secretive as a result,kind of the stalker-ish type, who gets insecure easily and has to constantly keep grounding himself about you. But whenever you're within the vicinity, his patience wears thin. It grows dreadful to handle over time.

If his obsession gets strong enough, he'll only frequent his darling more and more through mysterious means, the kind that makes his darling more paranoid and as a result, seek out refuge in him about their "stalker", not realizing who they're actually talking to. Yan!dan heng would probably gauge out how much info his darling has about their "stalker", and if it's too much, he adapts and finds more hidden and unnoticeable means. The only time i can see him officially tie down his darling is if they take the initiative to investigate what's been going on and find out his entire archives worth of information on darling, and dan heng being confronted by it. In a bit of a panic, he'd take countermeasure and his patience finally snaps.

Another flip side of him is what you mentioned. Depending on how far within yan!dan heng's grasp you're in, he would be very starved for any form of affection. He's been constantly leaving behind everything, running away from things, to the point he probably seldom feels like anything in his life is permanent. So when darling comes along, yan!dan heng is so so desperate, he won't show it at first because he'll try to resist and give darling space, but it just constantly snaps taut strings inside of him, and he can't help but cling onto you. You'll thrash and scream and yell at him but he's so eerily quiet, gripping you and crushing you against his chest. He feels so guilty about it, but he's just so lonely. He does guilt trip you sometimes, and gets you to quiet down, but who knows how often that'll last? He can't get himself to "punish" you often either, so he just gives you strict warnings and scoldings from time to time, but then his insecurities get the best of him, and he can't help but cling to you even in your sleep, afraid you'll slip away like everything. He has self-doubt very often, and his main way would be just to seek you out, and force himself onto you in any physical form of affection, even if you grumble and protest about it.

In any case, i feel yan!dan heng would be a luckily tolerable yandere.

[blakeswritingimagines]

KINK LIST With Maegor Targaryen

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Maegor is very strict and harsh but he does show rare signs of compassion and affection if he is with someone who he feels can match his power and authority with him - he wants things to be fair and balanced which is very rare for him. But if he is with a person who is weaker than him he will be very strict and stern once the act is finished and make sure they know their place and who controls the relationship.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Maegor's favorite body part would definitely be his own hands, having them being used to control and manipulate people around him. He takes pride in his strength and how he uses it to get what he wants. His partner's favorite body part might be their mouth, as he loves using it to dominate and silence anyone who challenges his authority.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Maegor has no qualms about cumming on you, often marking you as his property with thick ropes of seed. He delights in watching the sticky mess drip down your body, serving as a visible reminder of his dominance over you. When it comes to ingesting his own or others' semen, Maegor views it as a sign of submission and loyalty, eagerly swallowing every drop to strengthen his bonds with those beneath him.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Maegor harbors a deep-seated desire for absolute power and control, but hides this behind an intimidating facade. Despite his aggressive demeanor, he secretly yearns for a partner who could challenge him mentally and physically – someone who could stand up to him and not back down easily. This hidden craving contradicts his outwardly ruthless nature and makes him even more unpredictable.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Maegor is incredibly experienced both with men and women. He’s had many bed partners during his life. He would know what he wants in a bed partner and in terms of how experienced the bed partner is, he would prefer someone who had a decent amount of experience but who wouldn’t be as experienced or more experienced than himself to boost his own ego.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Maegor's favorite position is to have his partner bent over a table or desk, completely at his mercy. He loves the visual of you submitting to him, your face pressed against the surface while he takes you from behind.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Although a cruel, harsh, and cold man, Maegor has a hidden sense of humor that he shows very little. Mostly only in private around people he actually trusts and who are close to him. But, he is someone who is always serious and will be completely unable to show any signs of humor or playfulness when it comes to a person that he can’t trust.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Maegor is always in perfect physical condition. He has the perfect body from a lifetime of training in combat and maintaining his appearance. He takes a lot of pride in his looks and his appearance so would be completely groomed and not a hair out of place.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

While he may seem like a cruel and harsh man, he is in fact an extremely passionate lover as long as he can feel that he’s in control during the situation. He is a dominant man through and through. Outside of his private life, he never really shows a romantic side to him, so people seeing his intimate and romantic side would be a complete surprise.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Maegor's masturbation sessions are intense and solitary affairs. He takes great pleasure in using his strong hands to stroke his thick, hard cock, imagining various scenarios where he's dominating and controlling his you. His fantasies often involve marking you with his hot, sticky cum, symbolizing your submission to him.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Maegor's primary kink revolves around domination and control. He enjoys exerting his power over his partners, both physically and mentally, pushing you to your limits until you fully submit to his will. Bondage: Maegor is a master of restraint, taking great pleasure in binding his partners securely so you're utterly helpless and dependent on him. He likes to see the fear and vulnerability in your eyes before claiming you thoroughly. Non-Consent: While not entirely sadistic, Maegor enjoys pushing boundaries and testing limits, sometimes going beyond what his partners are comfortable with. He sees it as a way to prove his superiority and break down your resistance.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Maegor is not shy at all when it comes to where he has his fun. In his mind, he’s the King and can do whatever he wants whenever and wherever he wants. Sometimes having that element of the risk of getting caught or other people finding him while he’s having his fun makes it even more thrilling for him. He would have no problem getting himself a room at any inn or somewhere private where he can dominate and have his way with you completely.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Maegor's primary motivation is the pursuit of power and control. He becomes intensely aroused when he sees fear, submission, and vulnerability in his partners, knowing that he holds the keys to your pleasure and pain. The thrill of dominating and breaking down your resistance ignites a fire within him, driving him to claim you thoroughly and mark you as his own.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

As mentioned earlier, he craves control, so the only thing which would turn him off is someone getting in control of the situation. This would make him very quick to get annoyed and possibly angry, depending on how things are handled.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves receiving as it’s a sign of submission, but he’ll happily give to you who has completely submitted yourself to his will and power. Since his own experience and skill are very high, he’d know exactly how to give his partner the maximum amount of pleasure.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Since he prefers to be the one in control and having authority, he’ll always take the pace and speed of his acts to his own liking, it’s about his pleasure and enjoyment as first priority so he’ll change the speed to his liking. But if he’s with a partner who he can truly trust and who is fully willing to let him do whatever he wants, he’ll take things slower and get more passionate.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Maegor’s opinion of both quickies and proper sex depends on the situation and his mood. If he just wants to get a quick release he’ll just have a quickie and move on. But if he’s in the mood to enjoy himself he’ll draw out the process and take his time, especially if he has a partner that he trusts. There really is no set preference for him, it all depends on his mood and the situation.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Maegor is more than happy to experiment if you are willing to do the same. He’s not scared to go out of his comfort zone and experience something new if you are interested in doing the same. If he’s interested in something and you’re not willing to do something he’s interested in, he’ll either be very persuasive or just force you to do it anyway.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

As a strong and young man, Maegor is able to keep going for a decent amount of rounds. With plenty of breaks, he would be able to last all night. Although if he’s in the mood and you can keep up with him, it can be a marathon and he’ll spend the entire night taking what he wants, not stopping until he is satisfied.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Maegor is not one who uses toys. He’s very dominant and loves to be in control, which using toys would completely destroy. If you wanted to use toys, he’d see it as a challenge for him to just have even more control over the situation. The only “toy” he uses is a set of leather handcuffs.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Maegor delights in teasing you, using your arousal against you to increase your desperation and submission. He takes pleasure in withholding pleasure, prolonging your torment until you're begging for relief. His unfair tactics serve to reinforce his dominance and remind you of your place beneath him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He isn’t loud, but he isn’t quiet, and his heavy breathing would be the most common sound.

Maegor is known for his grunts and growls during sexual encounters, expressing his primal desire and dominance through sound. His deep, guttural noises echo off the walls, adding to the intensity of the moment and intimidating you further. He isn’t loud, but he isn’t quiet, and his heavy breathing would be the most common sound.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Maegor has a secret fascination with water sports, particularly urination play. In private moments, he enjoys seeing warm liquid trickling down his partner's skin, finding it a unique form of degradation and control. This quirk adds a layer of complexity to his dominant persona, hinting at hidden depths beneath his rough exterior.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

His cock is 8 inches long, uncut, thick, and always hard. The head is a bit more sensitive than the rest of it, but still very pleasurable. It has a slight curve to it that makes it perfect for deepthroating.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Maegor's sex drive is insatiable. He yearns for sexual encounters constantly, craving the opportunity to dominate and subdue another being. This relentless hunger drives him to seek out partners who can withstand his intensity and satisfy his desires.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After a session of intense dominance and submission, Maegor typically falls into a deep, restful sleep, his exhaustion stemming from the physical and emotional energy expended during his conquests. Maegor will not have any problem going straight to sleep after a physical encounter, having completely worn himself out and spent all of his energy. He wouldn’t want to talk or cuddle, he’d probably just pass out immediately afterwards.

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

Hello!!

I'm a bit new to the asking game, but I have a headcanon request! What if the Stardust Crusaders met the daughter of DIO, who had a bright and extremely sweet personality with a stand who has techomagic abilities (able to create advance technology, extended knowledge in technology). I apologize if this doesn't make sense! This would be platonic btw!

— 🧠 Anon!

I think I have a grasp of what to write for this ask finally. Darling is still a child of DIO it’s just that makes my title even wordier than it already is. Decided to do one character per bullet point btw

Platonic! Yandere! Stardust Crusaders w/ a technomagic stand darling.

You’re likely a huge help on the technological/engineering side of things for the crusaders. If you met them right at the start of trying to find DIO. Your first observation is probably akin of “Mr. Joestar you know you probably don’t need to break that expensive camera to use your stand right?”. Before long you have it repaired and ready to go, Joseph is wildly impressed and is quickly endeared to you. There is at least also one instance of him asking about fiddling around with a vending machine (for science of course), to maybe get something a little extra.

Avdol can see the trouble coming with you and Mr. Joestar a mile a way. Your eagerness towards technology is commendable and a little worrying if you get too caught up. Which is pretty often, and Joseph tends to be an enabler when it comes to anything he finds cool. He personally loves it himself but does his best to be your guide. He’s the one to most likely sit next to you in whatever transportation you’re in, it’s almost stifling but you barely notice most likely as you keep yourself entertained. There is quite a few times he does let you “loose” to do your thing, just because he enjoys your company so much.

Kakyoin is a bit more reserved in his reactions, the biggest thing that lures him to you is how well you utilize your stand in much of the technology you all run into. If you happen to bring up games out of boredom, his interest is piqued as you likely explain how you fixed a perfectly good console that was thrown in the trash. You tell him some people just don’t understand there’s things worth saving and there’s usually a fix that perfectly restores it. His feelings deepen when you tell him you believe him with the Death 13 fight. His hands are almost shaking, (In this scenario he is very likely to become a romantic yandere pretty quickly)

Polnareff bounces off your personality pretty easily, likes asking you a ton of questions and you manage to answer just about every one of them. He’d just wish you would relax a little bit and enjoy the smallest bit of relaxation (as you can when getting constantly chased by enemy stand users). So he usually nudges you with some kind of treat or even just doing something casually where it doesn’t seem that your brain is running on full power constantly. There’s a dozen times he’s even carrying you up the stairs, you deserve it. You saved his skin so he certainly has to return the favor. (This Frenchman would also be likely to end up a romantic yandere)

Jotaro is one who comes in when things go a little too far, especially if gramps or Polnareff are going what he considers over board, so if he wants to be around you he will find a way to do so. Not that he doesn’t occasionally indulge your tinkering with a little thunk to something with either his strength or Star Platinum’s. He definitely tells you to go to bed when you’re up too late for his liking while on the trip. Don’t ask why or how he got in your room, or even ponder if he was outside of your door guarding you. He can handle himself even if he is a bit hypocritical with some advice. Speaking of he is quick to tell you to lower your use of your stand, keeping it hidden so no potential danger catches everyone off guard. Especially when you’ve helped him out with Wheel of Fortune and Strength. He does let some of his eccentricities out with you and the others when it feels reasonable. But he’s still keeping one eye open at all times when he can.

If anyone’s wondering if there’s any worry about you being the daughter of DIO, I’d like to think Avdol was the one to keep an eye on you for trustworthiness before anything happened. (Even if none of them knew you were his daughter).

[signedkoko]

Mammon and either a Female or GN reader are in a relationship, and Reader has nightmares often.

Normally Reader is good at hiding it from Mammon if he notices something off, shrugging it as them being tired because they love him, but they think he's too greedy to really care about them that deeply- but he DOES care, and he learns about their nightmares one night during a particularly bad one where Reader wakes up screaming.

Mammon does his best to actually comfort them even if he's shit at it/not used to it, asking why Reader never told him about this and they reveal they thought he wouldn't care and the hidden caring side of Mammon comes out?

Pls.

Mammon X GN!Reader [Comfort]

In which you suffer from night terrors, and despite hiding it from Mammon he finds out.

Often times, when one has night terrors they will have a harder time staying still in bed

Though, this can easily be tossed away as someone being a messy sleeper, which is what you always told Mammon when he'd joke about having you web you up to keep you still

And preferably not attacking him in your sleep

He was always lighthearted or dismissive about it, so you assumed you could get away with just that

Even if these nightmares bothered you, and often left you restless, you'd rather that than bother him with something so childish

But sometimes they were way worse than you could have imagined, and on one particular evening you seemed to erupt

A fit of hysterical screaming and crying woke Mammon up before you did, and it took several tries of him trying to shake you awake before your eyes finally opened

" Fuck! D'ya need a hospital or somethin? "

He was probably yelling as loudly as you were, but mostly because he assumed you were shot or something

I mean hey, who wouldn't try to attack one of the sins? He was always worrying your affiliation with him could possibly lead to your death, amongst other things

A quick scan of every single inch of you told him you weren't physically harmed, but the bags under your eyes were getting darker by the days and he couldn't help but prod

" It's nothing, I didn't mean to wake you. "

" Bloody hard to sleep through that! Just tell me what's wrong! "

Mammon never gave a shit about anyone but himself, or that's the impression many get

But you've been a real turning point for him, he almost treats you like an extension of his own being

He is short tempered though, so he pretty much forces you into revealing what's troubling your sleep, and why you've never mentioned it before

Mammon gets very huffy when you say it seems like he doesn't care, but give him a moment and he will start grumbling apologies and trying to say that he does care

" Well, y'know, you're mine n shit. Take care of what's yours, right? Just tell me this shit! "

Closest you'll get to him being sweet

Author's Note - Went for headcanons since it was not specified! Thank you for requesting!!

[wandering-winchesters]

Do It.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 3,408

Summary: The reader is taken captive and has given up hope of being rescued or escaping. Yet when Dean does appear, his life is the one at stake.

Trigger Warnings: SPN level violence, swearing, mention of weapons, injuries.

Requested: No

A/N: This has been floating around inside my brain for awhile and I finally managed to find the time to write it down. I apologize for the lack of posts, I am in the process of buying a house and it has been an emotional rollercoaster. As always, please let me know what you think. xx

Masterlist

It was not often that I would accept defeat, I was too stubborn for that. I have lived my life by the philosophy that there is always another option, a way out, some way to make the outcome different than what I feared. It had gotten me pretty far, I had managed to get out of some pretty sticky situations. It was a natural occurrence when spending time with the Winchester boys, hellish situations seemed to follow them wherever they go. They made friends easily, but enemies even easier.

That is how I wound up here, bound to a wooden chair. Zip ties digging into my ankles and wrists, my body aching with every breath that I take. I can feel the bruises forming on my skin every second that I am forced to sit on this god forsaken excuse for a chair. My jaw aches, forced apart by the t-shirt that had been stuffed into my mouth to keep me quiet. The only sound in the room besides my own labored breathing was the clock ticking away on the wall. Each twitch of the second hand mocking me louder than the one before. It had been hours, I had been here for hours. 

From the moment I had managed to open my eyes, I had been fighting against the restraints. Panic had been held at bay until I realized that the knife that I kept hidden in my clothing, for times such as these, was no longer there. A curse would have left my lips, if it could. Internal curses had sufficed, my brain a constant swirl of colorful curse words and a means to escape. The only thought that kept me going was the Winchesters. They would be looking for me, Dean would search heaven and earth to find me. Unless, he wasn’t able to look because something had happened to him. 

No, stop that. Dean is looking for you. Sam is looking for you. Hell, Bobby is probably out looking for you. Breathe.

I force myself to reset my breathing, taking a sharp inhale through my nose. I stretch my neck in either direction as far as I can, closing my eyes and allowing a rush of oxygen to flow over me. 

Think. C’mon Y/N, Think! 

My eyes snap open and once again I survey the room, looking for something, anything, that I can use to my advantage to get myself out of this goddamn chair. Nothing. There is nothing within reach and the chair is bolted to the floor. 

What kind of person bolts a chair to the floor? 

Fear once again begins to creep in, a shroud of darkness impeding my thoughts. My breath catches in my throat as my heart rate increases ten fold. There is nothing I can do to stop it, I am truly stuck. All at once my thoughts come crashing down on me. I am stuck sitting here until Sam and Dean find me or until Gordon comes back. That thought is a punch to the gut, Gordon. He knew what he was doing by taking me, he knew that Dean would come searching and in turn Sam. It was a trap and there was nothing I could do about it. 

The floor above me creaks and I freeze. I close my eyes, attempting to shut off every sense except for my hearing. Footsteps. Someone is coming, the question is who? I steel myself, my eyes closed except for a sliver. I sit and wait, praying to any God or Angel that might listen. The door creaks open, slowly, ever so slowly and I hear not one but two sets of footsteps enter the room. 

“Y/N.” His voice is hushed but it is enough. My eyes snap open, relief floods over me as I see Dean. He is quick to holster his gun and close the distance between us. His eyebrows are drawn together in concern and he crosses the floor to my side in two strides. I wince as he gently tugs the gag from my mouth and I flex the stiff muscles in my jaw slowly, easing my mouth fully closed for the first time in a few hours. A hiss leaves my lips as he moves to undo the zip-ties on my wrists, the sharp edges of the plastic had already caused multiple small cuts to form around them. 

“Who did this to you? Where are they?” Dean asks, his voice still hushed. It is at this moment that I remember the urgency that lies around this moment. 

“It was Gordon, he got the jump on me in town. I have no idea where he went, he knocked me out before he tied me up down here. Be careful Dean, he could be anywhere.” 

As I speak Dean continues to to work on the remaining zip ties, he’s on the last one when Sam quietly enters the room. Our eyes meet and he gives me a soft sympathetic smile, followed closely by a frown as he takes in the scene before him. 

“Gordon’s nearby, Sammy. We have to be careful.” Dean mutters, his knife tugging against the stubborn plastic still wrapped around my ankle. I yelp as he finally gets it to snap, the plastic leaving one final mark on my skin. Dean is quick to help me to my feet, his hands steadying me gently as I ease myself into a standing position. Every muscle in my body is screaming in protest, aching from the sudden movement. 

There is a loud clatter from the room above us, Dean glances at me and I nod, he immediately jumps into action, flying towards the stairs. Sam is right on his heels and I can hear them moving quietly towards the disturbance. The pit in my stomach builds again, this doesn’t feel right. It all seems too easy, they were able to walk right in and it seemed as if we would be able to leave without incident. I follow the boys towards the kitchen, slowly and every step more painful than the last. Yet the need to be in the reach of Dean outweighed everything else. I make it to the top of the stairs, my body aching with each step. I turn the corner and begin to head towards the room that I can hear the boys moving around in, I am almost to the doorway when my progress is halted. An arm slips around my waist, yanking me back roughly into the body behind my own. A hiss leaves my lips as a blade is pressed firmly against my neck, the cold steel causing goose bumps to rise on my skin. 

“Shhh, better not fight it Y/N. Wouldn’t want to make you lose that pretty head of yours.” Gordon whispers in my ear, his lips brushing against my skin cause a wave of nausea to flood through me from his touch. He pushes me forward with the arm that is still wrapped around my middle, forcing me towards the room where Dean is, my Dean. I square my shoulders as much as my current situation allows, unwilling to allow myself to appear weak in front of this awful excuse for a human, well vampire. 

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Gordon announces our presence, keeping a tight grip on the knife pressed to my throat. He presses harder as Dean whips around, his eyes locking onto the situation before him and anger overshadowing his prior expression. His chin tips down, his gaze fixed on the life at my throat. His forehead relax, but eyes dark. His lips are parted and his chest heaves with exertion, absolute fury coursing through his veins. 

“Don’t touch her!” He spits taking intentional steps towards us, an action that Gordon meets by pressing the knife against my throat tighter. An involuntary whimper leaves my lips as the blade slices through my skin, leaving a deep, but not deadly cut on my neck. Dean halts, his eyebrows drawing together in concern. HIs eyes now focused at the point where the blade meets my flesh. 

“I wouldn’t make demands here, Dean. You don’t exactly have the upper hand.” I can’t see Gordons face, but I can picture the smirk that is plastered across his face even though he’s behind me. My eyes are focused on Dean, pleading silently with him to look at me, but he doesn’t, his eyes remain locked on Gordons. 

“What do you want?” Sam asks, stepping into view besides Dean. His hands are raised, displaying that they are empty and that he is not currently a threat. Gordon laughs, the vibrations from the sound traveling through my body due to the close proximity. 

“Oh Sam, you know what I want. I want the two of you. She was just bait.”  Sam watches carefully, his face calm and unreadable. 

“Then let her go. Take us instead.” Dean spits, one of his hands coming up to rake mindlessly through his hair. 

“No, Dean don’t do th-“ Dean stops me with a look, his eyes fierce and I understand what he’s communicating. He has a plan and I need to just go along with it, for everyones sake. I bite my tongue, keeping quiet and waiting for his next move.  I’m caught off guard by Gordon loosening his grip from my body, before he shoves me away from him. I fall hard, my knees and hands hitting the wooden floor abruptly. In the moment, I don’t notice the pain. I’m too focused on getting to Dean, I scramble to my feet and close the distance to where he’s waiting. His hands tug me behind him as quickly as he can, he steps between me and Gordon. Shielding me from danger as he always does. I dig my fingers into his shirt, balling the material in between my fingers, in an attempt to keep Dean close. It doesn’t last long. Gordon demands that Dean face him like a man, and of course, Dean follows through. 

Dean steps forward, his fists balled by his sides, fingers twitching to find solace around Gordon’s throat, but he wouldn’t risk putting me in danger. 

I am not alone for long, Sam must have closed the distance between us, because the next thing I know he is tugging me behind his tall frame. His body fully blocking my view of the horrible scene before us. I step to the side, ever so slightly, just enough so I can still see Dean, I can’t bear to take my eyes off of him. Not now. Not ever. 

A sob rises in my throat as I see what I had missed in those brief seconds hidden behind Sam. Gordon has a knife to Deans throat, similar to how he had it to mine seconds ago. But this time, Dean is standing in front of him, facing him. His eyes are boring into Gordons, a glimmer of rage flashing across surface of the green orbs. His lip twitches up into a sneer, silently daring Gordon to finish what he started, end it. 

“Y/N, close your eyes, you don’t need to see this sweetheart.” Dean says, his voice barely loud enough, but I hear him. I don’t realize that I am walking towards the two of them until Sam grabs me by the wrist and pulls me into his chest, wrapping his arms around me and sheltering me within his grasp. I hadn’t realized that I was protesting and yelling at him, I could hear myself. I couldn’t feel the tears falling down my cheeks. 

--

In that moment, my life flashes before my eyes. More specifically, the life that we had shared together. The day I had met the love of my life, so many years ago, when we were still children. It was a couple years after Mary died, I lived in the same neighborhood that they did. I knew that Sam and Deans mother had died, but I had never interacted with them. I fell off my bike in the street outside of their house, scraping my knee in the process. I had burst into tears, in the natural way that a six year old would when they got hurt. Dean was only a little older than me at that point, but he helped me up and walked me home. An act of compassion, that I would find out later was unusual for the older Winchester. 

How, years later in high school, Dean beat up a group of boys that had been bullying me. Something I wouldn’t find out until after I graduated. He was always protective of me, but I could never really figure out why. We lost touch for a few years when I went to college, I would call him on occasion and get his voicemail and when he would call me he would get mine. Phone tag in every regard. It wasn’t until the day I lost both of my parents, that we finally reconnected. None of my friends understood how that felt, the loss of a parent. But I knew who would. I had called and left him a voicemail, pleading with him to return my call, that It was urgent and I didn’t know what to do. Well, instead of calling, he tracked my phone and showed up at my door. An act that freaked me out at the time, but now I can see why he responded in that manner. 

We have had many fights over the years, varying in seriousness. Some of them petty disagreements that would end in playful fights. Others, volatile and filled with anger and one of us storming out. This was how I found out about the supernatural world, he had been dodgy and unresponsive. It made me angry, we had just started dating and I could never get him to give me a straight answer as to what he was doing and where he was going. So I followed him, right into a nest of vampires. That was a bad night, but I see now that he was just scared. He didn’t want to lose me, he couldn’t lose me. Just like how in this very moment, I couldn’t lose him. I was terrified at the looming possibility that tonight is the last night that I would see him alive. He could die. He was about to die. 

--

I snap back to reality, my face still buried in Sam’s jacket. His hand is cupping the back of my neck keeping my head pressed against him, not allowing me an inch of wiggle room. I knew he didn’t want me to see what was about to happen, but I wanted to. I needed to see for myself if Dean died, otherwise I would never believe it. 

I fight against his grip and I gain an inch, the ability to crane my neck enough to see Dean again. Still in the same position that he had been in moments before, only now there was a trickle of blood running down his neck, similar to the one on my own. 

“Please, Gordon, don’t.” I plead, fighting harder against Sam’s grip on me, but I can’t move any further. I can’t get any closer, I can’t stop him, I can’t take Dean’s place. “Do it.” Dean spits, his eyes unwavering from Gordons. Even though I know it’s not possible, Deans eyes seemed black. Emotionless and dark. As he finished his sentence, his jaw clenches and he lowers his chin, a small grin replacing the frown that had been there moments before. 

I am confused, why is Dean grinning? He seems almost elated at the prospect of his life being taken away at the hands of the evil man before him. It is only then, that my eyes drift past the two of them to the dark doorway behind them. I see a shadowy figure and almost scream out a warning, before I realize I recognize the way the shadow is moving. It’s Bobby. He is completely silent, the way his feet drift over the floor completely silently and he makes his way towards them. His machete raised high and poised to strike. 

“Oh I will do it and with pleasure.” Gordon smirks, his muscles flexing in order to apply more pressure to the blade. But just as he begins to pull his arm back, to then return in a slicing motion, Bobby pounces. Bobby lunges forward, his machete slicing though not only the air, but Gordons neck. There is a satisfying and gut wrenching thump as his head hits the wooden floor. I scrunch my eyes shut, no longer needing to see what was going on in front of me. We were safe.

The second danger is no longer looming, Sam’s grip on me loosens and I am bolting. I throw his arms off of me and run straight to Dean. I wrap my arms around him so tightly that he takes a quick step back and it takes him a second to return the embrace, but he does. I let out a sob that I didn't know I was holding in. I snake my hands under his shirt, seeking comfort in the warmth of his skin. An action that we are both very accustomed to, a calming routine that helps the both of us. He presses a kiss to my forehead first and then my lips, before he whispers soothing words in my ears, none of which stick around long enough to register.

"You damn idjits, you're lucky I followed you." Bobby grumbles, wiping the blade of his machete with a dirty towel he must have found on the floor. A small argument breaks out between the three men, Dean jumping to defend their actions. It ensues loudly, until my knees nearly give out from underneath me. Dean notices and grips me tighter, his sentence cutting off in the middle and his attention is fully devoted to me once again. It's then that he takes in my condition, the multitude of cuts and bruises, the dark circles under my eyes.

"I'm dizzy De." I whisper, resting my forehead against his chest, my arms slipping down to my sides.

"I've got you sweetheart, let's get you home."

--

That's what he does. He is quick to pick me up, his hands gentle with me. How we got from the abandoned house back to Bobby's is a story that you would have to ask him. The second we climbed into the back of the Impala, I was asleep. My head tucked under his chin and my arms wrapped around him as firmly as I could manage. He carried me into Bobby's house, setting me down gently onto the kitchen counter. A mumbled, stay put, the only thing he needed to say. He addressed all of the injuries he could see, nearly waterboarded me with the amount of water he made me drink. Insisting that I was dehydrated and if I didn't drink, he would make me go to the hospital.

He was now fussing over a smudge of dirt on my forehead, a dirty washcloth pinched between his fingers.

"Dean," I sigh and reach up to push his hand away. "I'm okay, baby. I promise. I'm here. You're here. Let's just go to bed. Please." He doesn't budge and attempts to return to his previous task, his tongue pinched between his teeth. I push his hand away once more, holding it down against my knee this time. "De, please. I'm so tired. I just want to sleep in your arms." This time he listens, a sigh leaving his lips and he nods.

The second we got into bed he was asleep, a restless and anxious sleep. A slumber that I knew would soon turn into nightmares. The grip that he had on my body was tight, almost unbearably so. Yet I knew he needed it, just as much as I did. I shift slightly, allowing myself to be pulled even closer to his sleeping body. The love that we shared was unimaginable, I couldn't do any of this without him. I truly hope that tonight was the last time I would come that close to losing him. I close my eyes and allowed sleep to overtake me.

Little do I know, that was far from the last time something would try to separate us. It was only the beginning.

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@roseblue373 @hobby27 @jc-winchester

[strxwberryshxrtcake]

General Dating Headcanons

Raph:

When you first start dating he acts pretty shy

Like if you told him a compliment he would shut down and become a stuttering and blushing mess

“I like your shell 😊”

“Y- you like my shell?  I- I mean, thanks!”

He just needs a moment to get used to you two dating

Like maybe a month or two

After those few months he gets more confident

He likes to have nice dates with you where he gets to just hang out with you

Takes you to the park during the night when nobody is there, or goes during the day in a disguise

Will go anywhere on a date with you if you recommend it, just don’t abuse your power please

He likes to kiss you on the forehead

Like if you’re just sitting together he’ll randomly do it

Likes it if you kiss him back on his forehead

Gives the best bear hugs

He’s nice and warm (for a turtle 😒)

If hugging or touching isn’t really your thing he respects your space

Completely fine with PDA

will kiss you any place and any time

If you don’t like PDA he won’t do it

He likes cuddles, but he gets scared he might accidentally hurt you

Please reassure him, I’m begging you, so help me if you don’t 😠

If you reassure him enough he’ll cuddle you more out of random

Will melt if you boop his nose

“Raph, Raph!  Come close I have a surprise”

*Raph bends down to your level*

*boop!*

Is you hype man, no doubt

You wanna start a business?  He’s all for it

Wann start a band?  He’s your biggest fan

Wanna become a streamer?  He’ll watch all of your streams

Anyways, very sweet and supportive boyfriend 10/10

Leo:

When you first start dating he won’t stop flirting with you

But it’ll be a bunch of dumb pick lines that weren’t well thought out

“Come here often?”

“I literally visit you and your brothers almost everyday, Leo 😒”

Takes around two weeks for him to start getting used to dating you

He’ll slow down with the flirting, but won’t fully stop

It’s Leo for crying out loud!

Likes to go to the movies with you

It’s dark so it’s hard to see that he’s a mutant

Likes to go to cafes with you in the Hidden City too

Will randomly kiss you smack dab right on the lips just so he can try to fluster you

“Hey, y/n!”

“Yeah?”

*Kiss*

If you kiss him back he’ll get flustered

Likes to hug you from behind

Like if you’re just standing and doing something he’ll put his ninja skills to use and sneak up behind you and hug you

If he spooks you too much though he’ll stop, don’t worry 😌

Loves PDA

Kisses you in front of his brothers just to annoy them

If you don’t like PDA he’ll be extra lovey dovey in private 😏

Absolutely loves cuddles

He can easily fall asleep while cuddling

Please cuddle him, he has bad insomnia

Just a warning, he won’t let you go

He needs a good two hours

Will randomly poke you for no reason

Even if you protest against it he won’t stop

Don’t take it in a bad way, but will randomly smack your butt (not a hard smack) and run away

*y/n talking to April while standing*

*Leo walking past y/n and smacking their butt and then running away*

“Dude 😐”

Donnie:

When you first start dating he probably tries to impress you a lot

Make inventions just so you can praise him and stuff like that

“Look what I made, y/n!”

“Omg, that’s so cool, Don!”

Takes around four months to get used to dating

He starts to stop trying to impress you a whole bunch, but still does it to a certain extent

Likes to hang out with you will he works on a project of his

Has a chair for you

“I made a chair, just for you, it’s even your favorite color! :)”

Made it himself 😌

He likes to go to cafes in the hidden city with you a lot, like twice a week

You guys are regulars at some cafes

Likes to kiss you on the lips

He doesn’t really do it randomly though

Like he’ll ask in some way before he engages

But it’s always in a weird way

“y/n, perhaps we could partake in the gesture of forming our lips together as couples do if you want.” 

“😐 sorry, what?”

Doesn’t really enjoy hugs that much

He’ll hug you if you ask, but won’t actually do it himself

Not into PDA

He feels like his brothers might tease him

He’ll hold hands with you or lean his head on your shoulder but that’s about it

He doesn’t mind cuddling, but doesn’t necessarily love it

He likes it if you sit on his lap and hug him while he works on something

Or if you sit close to him and lean your head on his shoulder

Likes to lay his head in your lap

He’ll even do it around his brothers

If you’re watching a movie with him and his brothers he’ll do it

Does this weird thing where he just stares you down until you pay attention to him

“Hey, why’s Donnie staring into your soul?”

“Oh, he just does that sometimes.  Probs just wants attention.”

“😟 Should I be concerned?”

Probably stared you down while you were sleeping before because he wanted to show you something

Overall, good boyfriend material :)

Mikey:

When you first start dating it’s kinda awkward between you if you know what I mean

Like he’s still getting used to the whole thing

Only needs a week and a half to adjust

Yes, that time exactly, no questions 😊

Likes going to amusement parks and arcades with you

He just likes fun dates

Went to a hidden city mall with you and got lost

Raph had to go and find you two

Raph was not having it 😔

Likes to peck you on the cheek

Will just randomly do it in the oddest ways

“Hey y/n, I have a secret to tell you!”

“Hmm?”

“I love you!”

*kisses cheek and then leaves*

Always hugging you

Any time that he wants a hug he just goes ahead a does it

*y/n talking to Raph*

*Randomly comes over and hugs you*

“Hey Angelo”

*continues talking to Raph while hugging Mikey*

Enjoys PDA

He likes to hold hands and give you little pecks on cheek or lips

He’ll openly cuddle you infront of his brothers

Won’t do it if you don’t like it though 😊

Absolutely loves cuddling

He likes you to just hold him and talk or take a nap

It’s going to take a long time to stop cuddling though

Like he refuses to let you go over some time

“Hey, where’s y/n?”

“Oh, their cuddling with Mikey over there.”

“HELP ME.”

“Is that normal 😟?”

“Yeah.”

You guys have a lot of inside jokes and stuff

You guys have been known to randomly blurt out a vine or a phrase and start dying of laughter

“y/n, diddly dum.”

*cue hysterical laughter*

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Hope these were good :)