#because I only have like two ships I ship full-time

[isoobie]

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⠀ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ “my heart is full of warmth when i’m with you”

MAGAZINE 𓈒 boyfriend!niki & fem!rea 623 fluff ◞ ◟ nicknames skin ship kissing

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the night air is colder than usual, the subtle sound of wind is louder tonight and your breaths more visible in the dim night. although, it was your idea to call your boyfriend out late at night, you weren’t expecting the weather to change its plans so suddenly.

you instinctively press your arms together, rubbing your shoulders, trying to not let the cold show, but a small shiver betrays you, and niki notices— like he always does.

he doesn’t say anything, just shrugs off his thick jacket and lays it gently over your frame, the feeling heavy and warm with his scent of strawberries and cologne still attached to it.

you bat your eyelashes, looking at the jacket, and then at him, “you didn’t have t— ”

“you’re cold”, he interrupts you and says it as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, avoiding eye contact with you.

hesitantly, your fingers brush the soft material of the jacket, “what about you? aren’t you cold?”

niki just scoffs, stuffing his hands into his hoodie pockets, “i’m fine.”

oh, he has to be the biggest liar known to mankind you think because you can tell he’s already rubbing his arms against the cold, but he refuses to admit it.

instead, you slip into the safety of his jacket, letting it drape over your shoulders. it’s oversized and loose— hugging your body completely, reassuring you that you’ll stay warm.

your lips mumble a small, “thanks,” only for him to hear.

niki shrugs nonchalantly, his gaze still avoiding you, “it’s whatever,” but you could see his ears betraying him. you bite back a smile, thinking about how wholesome he really is underneath that cold façade he portrays.

the two of you walk in a comfortable silence for a couple of minutes, but there’s something about the way he keeps sneaking glances at you, like he’s checking to make sure the jacket is actually helping— the thought alone makes your heart content.

after some time, the wind picks up and your boyfriend finally lets out a quiet sigh, shifting uncomfortably in his hoodie, “you’re shivering,” you point out, noticing how uneasy he looks.

“i told you, i’m fine,” his voice comes out as a murmur, another lie.

you jokingly roll your eyes and unconsciously reach out, tugging at the sleeve of his hoodie. “come here, cutie.”

the pet name almost makes him stumble on his words as he utters a small, “why?”

you don’t give him a chance to argue— you just move closer, interlocking your hands with his. his body tenses for half a second, but he doesn’t pull away.

“you gave me your jacket, so let me return the favour.”

your boyfriend has no other option but to accept his fate. his hand slowly flexing again before he lets himself drown in your warmth.

“you know you’re so,” he pauses, unsure of whether to say it or not, “annoying.”

you laugh softly, knowing that his words weren’t true, you just love to tease him, “and yet, you keep giving me your jacket,” you reply back, resting your head against his shoulder.

niki doesn’t reply, he just lets you stay close and he can feel the warmth in his cheeks increasing by the second. but then he does something unexpected, he grabs you by the waist and softly pecks your lips.

you breath is stuck in your throat, mouth agape after pulling back. his gaze flickers to yours, full of love, waiting for you to react.

“did you just kiss m—”

“yes i did, and i would do it again a thousand times,” he says, before cupping your jaw and savouring your lips one more time, capturing you in warmth only he could give you.

리 𓈒 for @chrrific 💌

© isoobie + taglist open

[velvetinks]

Kept in the shadows

Anakin Skywalker x f!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of war, emotional vulnerability, tension with the Jedi Order, kissing, suggestive references (but not explicit)

You married Anakin Skywalker in secret.

Not for glory. Not even for rebellion.

You married him because he looked at you like the galaxy disappeared when you were in the room. Because even a Jedi, trained to sever all ties, reached for your hand like he’d die without it.

You married him quietly. No witnesses. Just a vow between two trembling mouths under a low Coruscant sky. And then… he went back to war.

He came when he could.

Never through the front door. Never when the Senate could see.

He had codes you memorized. Times when the Temple thought he was in the Outer Rim, but his ship never left orbit. You’d meet him in your modest little apartment where no one thought to look for a Jedi.

Tonight, he’s late. Again.

You’re pacing. The holoscreen flickers with news of battles far away. The galaxy feels impossibly large when you’re waiting on one man in a black cloak to find his way back to you.

Then the door hisses open.

And he’s there.

Helmet off, curls a mess, armor scuffed and dirt-stained. He looks exhausted — but when he sees you, something in him softens.

“Sweetheart,” he breathes, like the word saves him.

You don’t even think. You rush forward, and he catches you, arms strong and desperate around your waist, his face buried in your neck. He holds you like he’s afraid you’ll slip through his fingers. You hold him like you know he might.

“You’re late,” you murmur.

“I came as fast as I could.” His voice cracks. “There was a skirmish near Dantooine. We barely made it out.”

You pull back just enough to cup his jaw. He leans into it.

“Are you hurt?”

“No,” he lies.

You can see the fresh bruises. The tightness in his shoulders. But you know he won’t let you worry. He’d rather bleed in silence than make you fear for him.

“I hate this,” you whisper.

“I know.” His voice is hoarse. “But I love you.”

And then he kisses you.

Desperate, aching, soft at first — like he doesn’t want to hurt you — but growing deeper the longer your fingers stay tangled in his curls. He kisses you like he’s trying to memorize you. Like you’re the only real thing left in his life full of politics and death and rules he was never meant to follow.

You don’t sleep that night. Not much, anyway.

You stay curled in each other’s arms, tangled in sheets and moonlight, whispering things that you could never say under the Temple’s cold watch.

“I dream about you on the battlefield,” he tells you, voice barely above a whisper.

“I wait for you through every war report,” you whisper back.

“I don’t know how long I can keep doing this,” he admits. “Keeping you in the dark. Pretending you don’t exist when the Council looks at me.”

“You don’t have to pretend with me,” you say. “Just come back. That’s all I ask.”

His hand drifts to your bare shoulder, fingers tracing your skin like it’s a prayer.

“I’ll always come back,” he promises.

But even then, in the stillness, you feel it.

The shift. The storm coming.

Because love this fierce… this forbidden… it can’t stay hidden forever.

[midnight-mourning]

L'appel de la Mer

🐟🐟Midnight's DCA MerMay Day 5🐟🐟

i will get caught up, it may seem impossible rn, BUT I WILL GET CAUGHT UP-

anyway, please enjoy this silly little thing

Prompt: Hello, hello, dear! Here is a little request: Kraken Sun and Kraken Moon hear the beautiful singing of Mermaid Y/N, and the boys decide to court them to win their affections, wishing for Y/N to become their mate. Y/N is cold at first, but softens as they see how adorable and silly the charming Krakens are, such darling gentlemen that truly mean their words of love. Y/N accepts their courtship, singing for the boys, while Sun and Moon brush Y/N's hair.

DCFPU prompt used: Seashell(s)

Word Count: 1982

Story will be posted to ao3 soon!

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The warm sun feels soothing against the chill of the water lapping below you. It's only in rare moments like this do you truly get to enjoy moments such as these. Best not to take it for granted. You shift slightly, scales sliding against the rock, and sigh, face nuzzling into it for good measure. 

Usually at this time of day you'd be busy with a flutter of activity. Though not willingly mind you. Sailors passing through, mers approaching with gifts and trinkets galore. All of them with the same thing on their mind; you. Or rather, having you for themselves. 

It hadn't been intentional, if anything it was anything but. You just simply enjoyed singing. It made you happy, made you feel fulfilled in your long, otherwise uneventful life. Singing was your outlet for joy, but in so many cases, it had become nothing but a burden. 

Anymore, you rarely sang. Finding that by avoiding it you avoided any and all unwanted attention. It made you sad, disheartened even, but you were better off for it in the long run! At least, that's what you told yourself. 

Nevertheless, you could at least enjoy this moment of peace for what it was worth. In fact, you almost want to fall asleep, all cozy and warm. Like laying near an underwater vent. 

Almost unknowingly, out of control, you start to hum to yourself a sort of lullaby. That hum grows into soft mumbling, trailing into singing before you know it. 

It's sleepy and jagged, but it's soothing to you as you feel yourself begin to drift off from your own song. 

"So you're the source of all that lovely music."

You spoke far too soon. 

Annoyed, you pretend to not hear whoever it is that's stumbled upon you now. Based on the singular voice it must be another mer and not a passing ship. Good and bad. Less to deal with, but harder to slip away from. You'll play this out and see how it goes. 

The second mer is a surprise. 

"I don't think they can hear your praise, Moon. Can't you see they're resting?"

A chuckle. "Resting yes, but asleep? Far from it. I think I'm simply being ignored."

"You're saying that as if you don't deserve it. You are interrupting their midday nap after all."

"If I recall correctly, coming up to the surface to see them had been your idea, Sun."

You scowl against the rock as they continue to bicker back and forth. When it delves into a full argument you make a noise of displeasure. But just as you're about to look up and say something you're hit with a sudden wave of water, shocking you fully awake and nearly knocking you off the rock. 

Sputtering, you look up and open your mouth to share a few choice words, only to be stunned into silence by the sight in front of you. 

Currently having it out with each other are two mers that are much larger than you. One blue, the other yellow. One with fins surrounding its head, the other with a cap-like structure. Both have several large tentacles for their bottom halves, and both are utilizing said tentacles to fight against the other. 

Kraken mers. 

Your favorite. 

You shake off your initial surprise and go back to being displeased at having your sunbathing interrupted by not just one, but two mers. And if they think you're going to let them get by with it just because you're a bit intimidated they are sorely mistaken. 

"Hey." You yell, though it does nothing. You try again, louder. "Hey!"

Still nothing, another large wave splashes against you, now completely ruining the warmth of your rock. Angry now, you look around for something to throw, picking up a nearby lose chunk of stone. You gather your strength and hurl the chunk in their general direction. 

It happens to be timed just right to hit the yellow one on the forehead. It startles him at most, but he stops what he's doing--holding the blue mer down in the water--to look at you.

"What was that for?" He pouts, the other mer snickering in the background. 

You scoff, then shake your head, feeling completely enraged for a moment. You raise to your full height possible on the rock, lifting your hands up in disbelief. "You've ruined my rock, that's what! Coming up here and bothering me while I'm trying to enjoy the nice weather, do you have any idea how long I've waited for a day of peace and relaxation?"

As you go on, you see them both cower at your words which, internally, gives you a bit of a power trip but in turn you lose your train of thought. "So, if you don't mind, I'd like to finish my nap in quiet. Thank you very much." You twist around, laying on your back now and ignoring the feeling of cool dampness against your skin and scales. 

For a minute or so, there is relative silence all around you, and your anger slowly begins to leech away. In fact, you feel your frown slip into a serene smile as the sun starts to evaporate away the water from your skin. 

A quiet ripple to your left catches your ear. 

"We're terribly sorry, sweet thing. I'm afraid we got a bit caught up in the moment."

"Yes, very sorry. Didn't mean to be a bother."

You feel your frown return, though a bit softer.

"It's fine. Though I suppose now you have something to say, don't you?" Your eyes remain closed. You're already prepared for the usual spiel, you hope they'll be quick. 

There's a splash again. "Actually, a gift. Though plenty of words if you'd like them."

"Multiple gifts at that if you'll allow."

You crack an eye open. It’s been some time since you’ve received gifts for your singing. 

Sure enough, you find the yellow mer is holding a sparkly seashell out to you. When you turn your head to the right, you see the blue mer is also holding a shell of his own. And while never participating much yourself, you know the rules around courting. You're just genuinely taken aback by what is occurring. 

Sure, you know your singing attracted mers to you, and you'd been asked for your hand on more than one occasion as a result, but very few had ever taken the actual steps to prove it. You were flattered for a brief moment, and then highly suspicious. Maybe your sleepy singing had been better than you thought. 

You keep your expression neutral. "I appreciate the gesture, but I cannot accept."

"Are they not pretty enough?" The yellow one asks. 

"We can find better options. Say the word and we'll find exactly what you like."

You're not used to this. The... genuinity in their tones, but you let it go, you're overthinking it. 

Still, you'll give a bit of sympathy, considering the slight fear you still hold of them. 

"How about a couple names?" You ask. "You don't even know mine and here you are wanting to court me like it's nothing." You can't help the bitterness which boils under the surface of your words. 

The two krakens look between each other, as if realizing something. Profusely, they apologize. Surprising you even further. 

Yellow puts a hand. To his chest, bowing slightly. "If you'll allow us a chance to amend our blunder, my name is Sun."

"Moon." States the blue one. "And yours, pretty pearl?"

You tell them yours, blunt. To the point. They seem bothered by it. 

"We'll find better options to present to you." Moon nods, seeming already determined to prove himself. 

Sun agrees. "Just give us some time, sweet. But hopefully these will be a suitable start."

Before you can protest, they gently set the shells down and dive back under the water. You get another wave sent your way in the process. 

You give up on sunbathing. 

Sun and Moon however, don't give up on you. To your eventual amazement and utter confusion. 

They each bring you shells, stones, and sea glass galore. Snacks and meals of shellfish, kelp or heaping piles of fish. Coral and pearls and quite literally anything they can find. Very pretty things however, you won't deny. All of it you know meant to be offerings for the ability to court you. 

At first you just rejected them because you didn't believe either mer held any sincerity with their gifts. Their sweet words or declarations and promises. It was far too unbelievable. All just the same as it always was. Surely they would grow tired, or your unintentional enchantment would wear off soon enough, right? You haven't even been singing lately!

Now though, now you were beginning to doubt yourself. Because of the conversations you had. Their poetic words met by your cold but wry banter. The days spent following you around, the nights spent watching the stars, offering you both companionship and assistance--when you desired it. Another baffling fact of the matter was that they kept their distance when you asked for it. Most never offered you such a courtesy. 

Both had their own traits that made them 'tolerable'. Though you'd be lying if you said they were just tolerable at this point. Slowly you'd warmed up to at least consider Sun and Moon your friends. 

Moon with how he'd cheekily tease you while he flirts. Sun with his wide-smiled compliments that after a while began to make you blush. They'd really started to grow on you. But it's not until one day, while sitting in their cave--which always had an open-invite for you--that it hits you. 

You're quietly humming to yourself as you sort through today's offerings, having become a bit of a game between the three of you by this point. Meanwhile behind you, the two of them fuss over your hair, both with each other and with the mess you've left them with to manage. To your credit, when you have enough trinkets given to you, at least some of them are going to wind up in your hair. How else were you supposed to enjoy them? 

Regardless, it's in that moment, that split second, realization rolls over you. You're singing. Quietly, barely much at all, but still singing nonetheless. You haven't done that in months. Not unless you were assured absolute and utter privacy. 

It was a combination of hoping Sun and Moon would finally grow bored, and developed into a fear that this friendship you'd foster would end up nothing but a farce. But now, you were finally comfortable enough to be around them to do it. To hum, to sing, to simply be you. Without the worry that it would be taken at face-value. 

"I accept." You blurt out then, astonished. 

You feel one set of hands stop their movement. The other continues without pause. 

"What."

"Hmm?" 

"Do you mean it?" Moon presses, bending down to meet your gaze. 

You nod, smiling and then laughing. "I do, yes."

"You do what, Sweetfin?" Sun asks absentmindedly, still not connecting things. 

You tilt your head back to see him. "Accept your offer to court me. If it's still available, that is?"

"Of course Starlight, now look forward again so I can—" Sun stops, shaking his head. "Truly?!"

He scoops you up, hugging you tightly as you laugh again. "I already said yes!"

Thus, after a bout of affection-filled confirmations, you find yourself back to being pampered, with the two mers back to bickering over your hair. Sun wanting to take the proper time to brush it out, and Moon urging him to move quicker so they weave in their favorite shells and such to proudly display your new status as partners. 

And for the first time in a long time, you sing without a care in the world. 

Well, maybe two. 

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Thank you @amarynthian-chronicles for the lovely idea! I had much fun writing these three and their silly dynamics ^^

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[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

My Favourite Taste To Touch My Tongue [demisexual!Frankie x reader]

My Frankie Morales masterlist

Read on Ao3

Ship: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x you (cishet female, no descriptions, same age as Frankie)

Tags: demi!Frankie, first time penetrative sex, no condom but reader's on birth control and they're both clean, frankie is a born pussy eating king because of course he is, multiple orgasms, just sweet and sexy folks.

Summary: You are dating Frankie, and when it's time to have sex for the first time, Frankie reveals that he has never had penetrative sex before. It's up to you to make his first time good.

Words: 5,579

A/N: This began with me thinking about what it would be like to be Frankie's first, and have to teach him how to satisfy a woman. I just couldn't figure out how that man could stay unlaid for his entire life. Then @starving-soulzz suggested that he could be demisexual, and I went with that. Thank you for the idea, and for the read-through to make sure I didn't fuck up! <3 Title is from the Damien Rice song My Favourite Faded Fantasy.

Dating Frankie is so easy.

In fact, you didn’t even realize you two were dating. The first time he asked you out for a drink, you just assumed that the guys would be there. When they weren’t, and Frankie never explained why, you didn’t even ask, because it seemed natural to just hang out with Frankie.

When he finally asked you out for dinner, you smiled widely.

”Dinner as in a date?”

He was quiet for a second, and you could just see him lower his gaze, maybe run his fingers through those unruly locks of his. He had called instead of texted, which was so so typical of Frankie.

”Yeah, a date. I mean, the last time we went out was a date too, I guess.”

”It was?” You saw it now, even if you didn’t then.

”I mean, I think it was. But I guess I never told you.”

You laugh. ”You sure didn’t. Frankie, I’d love to go on a date with you.”

”Great.” His relief makes his voice warm and happy. ”Super. I’ll book us a table at... where do you wanna go? And what day? Friday?”

”Friday at seven?” you suggest, sensing that you need to help him along a little. ”Surprise me. I’m not a picky eater, you know that. Nothing too fancy though!”

”I know just the place. I’ll pick you up at six-thirty on Friday?”

”Can’t wait.”

That dinner was followed by a night of bowling and drinks, another of going to the movies, a Sunday afternoon walk in a park, a movie night at Frankie’s place. You loved spending time with him, always had, and since the two of you knew each other already there were no awkward moments of trying to find out of the other one was a secret racist or something. The only thing that was missing was sex.

Not that you were in a hurry to sleep with him, not as such. But you sure wanted to, and you had slept with other men much sooner. But Frankie was a gentleman, he didn’t even make out with you, and for some reason, you didn’t take initiative either. He had always been kind of shy and drawn back, and you figured he needed time.

Then one night, after pulling into your parking lot, he turns to you and asks you if he can kiss you.

You don’t even say yes, just lean forward and press your lips to his, excited to finally find out what he tastes like. He almost flinches, and his lips are unresponsive, so you draw back.

”Sorry,” you apologize, your cheeks heating up. ”I’m so sorry, Frankie, I just... I’ve been waiting to kiss you, really.”

He looks down, the baseball cap shielding his face, but looks up again, a shy smile playing on his lips.

”It’s okay, I didn’t realize you were so into me.”

”I am,” you assure him, willing yourself to calm down. ”You want to try that again?”

”Please.”

This time, you let him come to you. His lips softly nip at yours, and when you separate them to give him a little bit of space, he closes his around your lower one, and you close yours, and it’s soft and wispy, his scratchy mustache providing a rough contrast to the fullness of his lips. Gently, his fingertips touch your cheek, a contact without greed or force. Your heart is beating so fast and your endorphins are having a field day, but you do your best not to get carried away.

And it’s such a sweet torture to be kissed like this by Frankie, to be tasted slowly and gently when all you want to do is devour him. He touches his lips to yours again, now closing them around your upper lip almost thoughtfully, like he’s trying it for the very first time. His blunt fingertips run down your jaw and neck to your shoulder, then to your upper arm, where they stay, taking a shy hold of you.

You scoot across the seat to get closer to him, and Frankie clearly likes it, because now he pries his tongue between your lips. Your open up for him, hum in appreciation when his hand slides to your back, bringing you in. He still goes excruciatingly slow but you let him, it’s sexy, it’s different, it’s like he’s savouring you, every little bit, and that’s something you’ve never had before.

Hands a little sweaty, you find his shoulders as you let him discover your teeth, your tongue, kiss your lips raw. You let your hand get lost in the curls at the nape of his neck, slowly caress his long, strong neck, smile against his lips when his nose bumps into yours.

When he finally breathes a deep sigh, a little out of breath, and pulls back just an inch, you lick your lips.

”Well...” he whispers.

”Wow,” you whisper back with a smile. ”You’re really good at that.”

”Am I?”

”Definitely.”

He smiles that boyish, charming smile of his, looking down. He often does that, you’ve noticed: looks down when he smiles, especially when receiving a compliment.

God, that turns you on.

”You wanna come inside maybe?”

He hesitates for just a second before nodding.

”I’d like that.”

As soon as your jackets and shoes are off, Frankie takes you by the hand and pulls you into his arms. He kisses you again, now keener but still in that slow, undemanding way, like he’s trying something for the first time and liking it, but still finding his way. You wrap your arms around his neck and dare to show your eagerness, and he responds well to it this time. It’s still unhurried, but the conviction is there as you let him walk you backwards through the hall.

The kitchen is to your left, and you pull back for a moment.

”You want... a cup of coffee or something?” you ask breathlessly. Frankie’s eyes are hazy as he looks at you like he’s honestly considering the offer.

”No,” he finally says, ”no, I don’t want coffee.”

His voice is hoarse and lower than you thought possible, and it’s like it turns a switch inside you because your panties are now wet.

”Then... do you maybe wanna have sex?” you suggest, hand skimming over his scratchy cheek. Frankie swallows.

”Yes,” he rasps, and you immediately take his hand and lead him to the bedroom. By the door, however, he stops dead, prompting you to turn around.

There is something so naked about his face that you forget for a moment how horny you are.

”Frankie?”

”I need to – ” He has to clear his throat and start again. ”I need to tell you something.”

”Okay?” You try to sound encouraging but your warning bells are in position to start ringing. What now? Jesus Christ can’t I just have one hot, sweet, kind guy without any weird kinks or skeletons?

”Thing is, uh, that I’m demisexual.”

You look at him with what you hope isn’t too blank of a stare as you frantically try to think of an answer, but you have no idea what to say.

Oh fucking hell, what does that mean again? Is he one of those people who has to have different partners because I don’t think I can share him with anyone else but I would’ve seen him with someone else then, wouldn’t I? Demi, what the hell is demi, doesn’t it mean half, like demi-god, so it’s half something, but what’s that, do you just like one half of a person, Jesus fucking Christ, look at him, he’s waiting for you to say something, you have to say something, you can’t be quiet for this long, you have to say something!

You open your mouth when realisation hits Frankie and he comes to your rescue, looking slightly panicked.

”It means I don’t have sex with a person unless I can really connect with them! I’m sorry, I should’ve said that first!”

He squeezes your hand a little and you squeeze back, laughing with relief.

”Oh, right, sorry, I wasn’t too sure of the definition there.”

”That’s fine, I only just learned it myself quite recently and somehow figured that everybody knew the term, I should’ve been clearer,” he hurries to smooth over the small awkwardness that, however, is already disappearing with each chuckle.

”I consider myself an LGBT ally but I guess the rest of the letters get lost in the alphabet soup,” you confess, ”and I never met someone demisexual before, so I haven’t read up as I should.”

”That’s totally fine, you can’t know everything.”

You chew on your lower lip. ”So... I mean, not to just ignore your confession and be a dick but... you said you want to have sex? But you can’t have sex unless – ”

” – I don’t want to have sex unless I feel a connection to the person,” Frankie corrects you, with emphasis but not unkindly. You nod slightly, smiling apologetically. There is a new assurance in his voice now and it intrigues you. You know how confident Frankie can be, you’ve seen him take on a car engine and fix it without breaking a sweat. But he has always seemed a little socially awkward. But a different Frankie is emerging before your very eyes, and you like it.

”So...”

”So I feel that with you, and I want to sleep with you.” He shoots you one of his teasing grins. ”Now you’re just fishing.”

You feel heat rising in your cheeks. ”Maybe a little.”

Frankie takes one step so that he’s right in front of you, and raises his hand to your cheek.

”I really want to,” he tells you confidently. ”But you should know that because I can’t just have sex with anyone, I’ve never had sex at all. So I’m a little... inexperienced.”

”That makes sense, doesn’t it?” you say. ”If you’ve never been attracted enough to anyone. It’s okay, Frankie.”

”I want you to have a good time.”

”I’m sure I will.” You lean in to give him a small kiss. ”But if you’ve never had sex, I really want you to have a good time.”

You lead him to the bed and sit down, pulling him down next to you.

”You do know how to have sex, right?” you joke. Frankie grins back and gives you a light slap on your thigh.

”I’m forty-five and, you know, alive. Of course I know how to have sex.”

”Just checking!” you defend yourself, holding up your hands but feeling a little bad. It may have been a joke, but it was stupid.

”I’ll have you know that I do masturbate like every night.” The color rises in his neck when he says this, but he doesn’t break eye contact.

”So you get horny?”

”I get very horny. I just don’t want to do anything about it with someone else. Until now.”

Those warm brown eyes of his suddenly seem darker, and a shiver runs through you.

”You want me?” Your voice is a little shaky, and you swallow to make it more firm.

”I want you,” he acknowledges.

”How?”

”In every way possible.”

”Kiss me, Frankie.”

He pulls you to him, over him, as he lays down on the bed, his lips never leaving yours. You adjust yourself on top of him, your soft thigh sliding over the hardening bulge in his pants. Oh God, this is happening.

”What do... you want... from your first... time?” you ask, finding it difficult to speak when he doesn’t want to stop kissing you. Frankie hums low, and you manage to tear your lips from his.

”I want to make it perfect,” you specify. He smiles gratefully.

”It’s not my first time as such.”

”No?”

”I’ve fingered a woman once.”

You raise your brows. ”How was that?”

He fidgets with a strand of your hair, eyes cast down.

”She had a good enough time, I think, but it was... mechanical for me. So I guess it wasn’t good.”

”I’m sorry,” you tell him earnestly, running your fingers through his hair. He closes his eyes momentarily. Oh, so you like that, do you?

”So this will be your first time having penetrative sex?”

”Uh-huh.”

”What do you like, baby? What makes you feel good?”

He sighs softly, a warm caress of air against your cheek.

”I... want it to be good for you,” he reveals. ”That would feel good to me.”

You sit up, straddling his thighs so as not to put pressure on his pelvic area. You don’t need that distraction right now, neither does he.

”Frankie,” you begin slowly as you try to figure out a way to lovingly chide him without insulting him in the process. ”I want this to be about you. I want to find out where you want to be touched, what gets you off. You don’t have to think about me.”

He looks almost scandalized. ”I want it to feel good to you, too!”

”It will, trust me.” You lean down and kiss him, just a quick peck, before you run your lips down his cheek. ”We have all night.” You nibble at his earlobe. ”You just let me take care of you, okay?”

He grunts, and you don’t know for sure what it means, so you left your head and give him a pretend stern look.

”Okay?”

”Fine,” he sighs with a smile before wrapping his arms around you tightly, and pulling you down on top of him.

”That doesn’t sound very accepting,” you tease, but Frankie swallows your words with his next kiss, and you let your fingers tangle in his hair.

”I want...” he kisses the tip of your nose before covering your mouth again, ”... you on top. If that’s okay with you?”

”Absolutely.”

You pull gently at his locks, making him catch his breath and bite down on his lower lip, and then you sit up straight, and take off your shirt. You see Frankie swallow when he sees your bra, and you take his hand and pull him up to a seat so that you can remove his shirt. Running your hands over his exposed chest, you smile at him when he cups your tits in your bra.

”Like what you see?” you smirk. His cheeks seem to redden, and he tears his gaze from your boobs to look into your eyes.

”Yeah, they look... really sexy. Can I take your bra off?”

”Go right ahead.”

You expect him to struggle with the clasp behind your back, but he unhooks the strap with one simple, competent move that makes your pussy throb. You swallow hard and give yourself a litte relief, just a little, by rubbing yourself against him. Frankie exhales audibly when your weight is redistributed and puts pressure on his groin, and he leans back to watch you take your bra off. Slowly, you caress the shoulder straps down, let the cups peel off from your breasts, and the garment is off you, discarded to the side.

”Oh, baby,” Frankie breathes. His reverence is so total that it’s almost making you self conscious. ”That is... wow.”

”They’re just breasts,” you try to lighten up the situation, shaking them a little. Frankie’s eyes widen as he watches them bounce.

”They... sure are.” He clears his throat and looks at you. ”Can I...?”

”Knock yourself out.”

He surges at you, hands and mouth on your tits, licking, kissing, sucking, claiming. Your pussy grows more wet by the second, and you encourage him with moans and words, which seems to rev him into even higher gear.

”Frankie,” you gasp eventually, leaning back and gently pushing him away from your chest. ”We need to get naked, right now.”

”Affirmative.”

You get off him and lie down on your back as you undo your jeans and pull them down. Frankie is beside you, the buckle of his belt clinks, and you kick off your jeans and sit up to help him pull his off. His boxers are tenting, and with your hands on the waistband on his hips, you take a moment to make sure he’s okay.

”May I?”

”Please,” he tells you urgently, and you pull down his boxers. His cock springs free and you can’t hold back a Wow.

”What?” he asks, hesitation in his eyes. You look at the thick shaft striving up towards his belly from the thicket of pubic hair and two sizeable testicles.

”Oh,” you hurry to put his mind at ease. ”Nothing. It’s just that... you’re big.”

”I am?”

”Oh come on, Frankie, you know you are,” you grin at him as you pull his boxers off of him. He shrugs, but you can see that he’s aware of how blessed he is. His abashed demeanor turns you on even more. He could be a conceited shit, walking around with a dick like that, but he genuinely isn’t.

”Okay, yeah, I’ve been blessed in that department,” he admits. ”Is it okay? I mean, if it’s a lot to take, maybe we should focus on you first?”

Holy shit, where has he been all my life? Your pussy clenches around emptiness when he expresses his concern for your pleasure.

”Believe me,” you assure him, ”it won’t be a problem.”

You straddle him again, gently guiding his cock between the two of you, smiling when he twitches in your hand. Leaning down, you kiss his stomach, chest, the patches in his beard, before trailing your lips along his neck.

”You doing okay, baby?” you breathe against his ear before nibbling at the lobe. ”This feel good?”

”Uh-huh...”

”You want me to suck your cock, or do you want me to sit on it?”

”I... Dios mio... I’ll cum right away if you suck it,” he whines, hands running down your sides to your buttocks, grabbing them and pushing you down, trapping his cock between his belly and yours.

”That’s okay,” you let him know, ”but if you want to last a little longer...”

”I want to be inside you,” he rules, his voice tight but excited. ”Please, baby.”

You kiss him then, plunge your tongue into his mouth, let your fingers get lost in his hair. Frankie moves against you while pushing your pelvis down, and you have to smile at his eagerness.

”I hear you...”

”I have rubbers in my wallet.”

”I got some in the bedside drawer. But Frankie...”

You sit up and regard him with sincerety.

”We can be responsible if that’s what you want. But I’m on the pill, I got tested after my last partner, and you’ve never had penetrative sex. If you want to, we can do this without a condom.”

”We don’t have to do that – ” he starts to object, but then falls silent as he looks at you. You’ve known each other for years, and you trust him, and you know that he trusts you as well.

”It’s not how this is supposed to work,” he finally admits, ”but I’d really want to feel all of you.”

”This is all for you, Frankie,” you soothe him. ”We’ll use a condom if that’s what makes you comfortable. But I’m okay without one.”

He takes a moment before nodding.

”Without.”

”Okay.”

You let your lips brush against his in a soft kiss as you reach between the two of you and take a gentle hold of his cock. His breath stutters, his hands come to your waist, holding you like he’s afraid to lose you. Slowly, you nock him at your slick entrance, and start to slide down his length.

He whines your name against your lips, and you shush him breathlessly, focusing on the stretch, the sensation, the fullness. Your lower lip is caught between your teeth when you reach the wide base of his cock, and a low moan escapes you. Frankie misinterprets the sound.

”If it hurts – ”

”No, I’m good, I’m perfect, baby, it’s just a lot, but I can take it.”

He swallows audibly. ”I like it when you say that.”

You blink down at him. ”Say what?”

”That you can take me.”

”I can take you, Frankie,” you smile sweetly him, enjoying to see his Adam’s apple bob when he swallows again.

You breathe, hands firmly set on Frankie’s chest, and when you start to move tentatively, you take Frankie’s hands and put them on your breasts.

”Like this,” you guide him breathlessly. ”Cup them, and play with my nipples.”

He obeys, eyes round and a line of concentration on his forehead. You smile down at him as you slowly grind down on him.

”You’re doing great.”

”You make it easy.”

You lower down and kiss him, moaning into his mouth when the angle makes him hit that spot inside of you that makes your toes curl. Frankie grabs your tits, massages them, lifts his head when you break the kiss to instead kiss and suck your nipples. You encourage him with more moving, louder sounds, until Frankie throws his head back, panting desperately.

”Can’t hold on,” he whines, and you double down on your effort to ride him to bliss.

”Let go,” you gasp, ”it’s okay, baby, cum in me, just go ahead.”

Frankie’s muscles stiffen, he grabs your hips and keeps you still, then thrusts up and you feel your core grow hot and full. You continue to rock on him, enjoying his trembling, stopping only when he holds you still, his face resolute and relieved at the same time.

”Don’t stop moving,” he whimpers, despite holding you still, ”God, it’s too much, but don’t stop.”

You gently loosen his grip on your hips, and direct one hand to where the two of you are joined. He catches on immediately, and presses down on your clit. The sensation is overwhelming, and you arch your back as you speed up.

”Just like that,” you pant, ”right there, Frankie, oh, God, yes, there!”

He lets his hand follow the movement of your pelvis, thumb on your clit, and when your orgasm makes you dig your nails into his chest and throw your head back, he growls something to you, but you can’t hear what he says as your blood roars in your ears.

When you finally lay down on your belly next to him, Frankie rolls onto his side and kisses your shoulder, back, neck, and finally mouth.

”I should be doing that to you,” you murmur against his lips, feeling them curve up.

”But now I’m doing it to you.”

He pulls back, looking at you almost shyly.

”Was it good?” he asks, and you have to laugh.

”I’m supposed to be asking you that!”

”Beat you to it,” he quips, but you can tell that he wants an answer.

”It was really good, Frankie,” you assure him. ”Probably the best first time sex I’ve had with a guy.”

”You don’t have to exaggerate,” he flushes, looking down as he changes position to get more comfortable. His hand comes to rest on your lower back; a warm and safe weight on you.

”I’m not. It really was amazing, because it was you,” you smile. ”How was it for you?”

His smile is lopsided. ”Over a little too quickly.”

”Okay, first lesson in sleeping with women: cumming too fast is super hot.”

He looks skeptical.

”Is it?”

”Oh yeah,” you nod, now propping your chin on your hand. ”To know that a guy goes so crazy for you that he cums right away? Priceless.”

”That was the easiest part.”

”What’s the hardest part?” You can’t hold back a stupid grin. ”Apart from your dick.”

He scoffs, but not unkindly, then considers the question. His fingers move in little circles on your lower back, making the tiny hairs on your skin stand.

”I guess... just getting this far. It took so long for me to know what I felt for you, and what I wanted. And then to muster up the courage to ask you out, and to kiss you – ”

” – you’ll remember that I kissed you first,” you point out, and he chuckles.

”That you did. But I don’t know... you’re a good teacher. It didn’t feel difficult at all to be in bed with you.”

Now it’s your ears that feel heated.

”I’m glad,” you answer simply. Frankie’s hand moves down to your ass to cup first one cheek, then the other.

”Do you think you could go again? There’s something I’d like to try.”

Your stomach twists in anticipation, and again you wonder why you haven’t noticed Frankie before. God, the things you’ve missed out on!

”Yeah?”

”I’ve always wanted to go down on a woman.”

Your ass cheeks clench at his low tone, and he misunderstands.

”Unless you think it’s too advanced for me?”

”Oh no, not at all,” you hurry to reassure him. ”I’m sure you’ll be good at it.”

”Then can I...?”

”Of course.” You sound ridiculously polite, but you turn over onto your back, and Frankie moves closer. He kisses you, strokes a strand of hair from your face, and cups your cheek before his hand slowly makes its way down you body. When he reaches the apex of your thighs, he takes a break to look at you, follow your reactions to his careful ministrations. His cum is oozing out of you but he doesn’t seem to care, he only dips his fingers in it and circles your clit. Your eyes blink shut and you exhale in a low moan.

Frankie takes it as an invite to continue, so he trails his lips down your neck, pausing to kiss your breasts before continuing down your stomach. You spread your legs for him, let him reposition himself, and reach for his hand, placing it on your hip with your hand on top. He looks up at you, gaze sharp like he’s taking mental notes, and kisses your mound.

”Let me know what to do,” he asks you in a voice that surprises you because it doesn’t sound like he needs any direction at all.

”You’re doing great,” you reply, squeezing his hand gently. ”Just go on like that, follow your instincts.”

His instincts are a God-send because holy heavens, does he blow your mind. He starts off with soft licks, exploring your taste, dipping his tongue inside you, swirling around your clit, until you’re dripping and moaning. He then latches on and sucks so hard your lower back comes off the bed and you shout right out. You hold his hand tightly, reach for his other hand and he gives it to you, and you don’t let go until you’re writhing, moments away from your orgasm, and then Frankie releases your hands and wraps his arms around your thighs before grabbing your hands again. His head is locked between your thighs and his tongue makes you wail out your release. Your pelvis moves, aftershock after aftershock shaking your core, and Frankie gazes up at you.

”Was that good?”

Unable to help yourself, you start to laugh. Exhilaration floods you, and you keep nodding to let him know that it was good, it was amazing, because you can’t talk just yet.

When you calm down, you pull him up over you, taste his salty, earthy kisses, and all you can say is ”I need you, Frankie, I need you, take me now.”

He’s hard against your thigh, and he needs no more prompting to guide himself into your slickness. He’s confident, clearly proud of his oral skills, but when he’s balls deep in you, he takes a breath to whimper.

“God, you feel good, it’s so good, baby.”

“I know,” you whisper back, “It’s perfect, you fit me so well, Frankie.”

His lips lock with yours and you kiss until you can’t breathe, and he buries his face against your neck as he moves in you, slowly and steadily. This time he lasts longer, has time to alter the speed and the force of his thrusts. You take it with your arms around his neck, not letting go, only asking him to go faster, or slower, and he listens to your every cue until his thrusts become desperate, and you let him decide how he wants it, so he pumps into you with his lips on your neck, fucks you faster and faster until he groans, his heavy weight collapsing on you, his cock filling you with cum. You kiss his temple, comb your fingers through his hair and whisper sweet nothings into his ear until he heaves a deep sigh, pulls out, and rolls over onto his back. Covering his face with his hands, he draws a deep, wet breath, and you immediately turn onto your side.

”Frankie? You okay?”

You put your hand on his, gently guiding it away to reveal his face, and he looks at you with tears in his eyes, tears that he quickly tries to wipe as he clears his throat.

”I’m good. I just... fuck, this is embarrassing.”

You shake your head. ”No, it’s not. It’s okay.”

”Didn’t expect this.”

”It’s fine, Frankie,” you tell him again. ”I promise, it’s okay.”

He wipes at his eyes again and chuckles, but it sounds like a sob.

”Tell me what you need from me,” you ask, and for a second he looks confused.

”I... um, I’m fine, I just need to...”

His gaze flickers before he confesses: ”I think I need you to hold me.”

You lie down next to him immediately, wrap your arm and leg around him as you rest your head on his shoulder. He calms down almost right away, seemingly happy with the connect.

”I didn’t think I’d be the guy to cry after sex,” he admits after a few moments of silence. ”That was weird.”

”Well, I laughed, so.”

”You always do that?”

”Not always.”

He hums, and you skim your fingers over his chest, pausing over his heart to feel it beat.

“You wanna talk about it?” you offer, but he shakes his head.

“No, I’m good. It was just surprising.” But it’s fine, I promise.”

You kiss his cheek, and he tightens his hold on you. For a long while, you just lie there together in a comfortable silence, before you can’t hold back your next question:

”You really never ate pussy before?”

”No?” The word comes out timidly, and you stroke his chest to let him know he’s safe.

”You’re a fucking natural,” you let him know. “It’s unfair. I had to learn how to suck dick, and you just went down there and did everything right.”

He chuckles quietly, abashed at your praise.

”I don’t know... it just felt easy with you.”

”I’ll say.”

You feel his cum seep out between your swollen lips, and kiss Frankie’s shoulder.

”I have to go to the bathroom.”

”Don’t be long.”

”I won’t.” You kiss him again, then untangle yourself from him, get out of bed, and hurry to the bathroom to pee. When you return to the bedroom, you pause in the door.

“You want to spend the night?” you ask softly. Frankie nods immediately.

“I’d love to.”

“I’ll take out a toothbrush for you.”

Before you can return to the bathroom, however, Frankie holds out his hand for you.

“Come back to bed for now?”

Smiling, you pull away the covers, and get in with him. As you cuddle up, you can’t help but ask him something.

”How come you wanted to do this with me, and not someone else? Surely you’ve had many opportunities.”

He strokes your back slowly, and his answer lingers so long that you start to think he didn’t hear you.

”I’ve been deployed so many years of my life,” he eventually says, quietly. ”It’s hard to make a connection with someone when you’re never home.”

”Ah, that makes sense.”

”And, you know, I mostly socialize in bars. And women in bars only want one thing.” You hear the cheeky grin in his voice, and you chuckle.

”Damn straight we do.”

”So I never really managed to get to know anyone for long enough to become interested. Until you.”

”Yeah, but I’ve known you guys for years,” you point out.

”Exactly. I don’t even know when I started to feel that you were something more than a friend. I just knew that one day, I looked at you across the table... and I just wanted to kiss you.”

You don’t really know what to say to that, so you just hum.

”What about you?” he asks. ”When did you know that you wanted more?”

”That dinner. When you said it was a date.” You remember how oblivious you had been to your own attraction to him. ”I realized that of course it was a date, and I wanted to go on a date with you. And another date, and another. And I just wanted to spend time alone with you.”

”I want that too.”

He kisses your head, and you sigh happily.

”Was sex what you thought it would be?” you ask, your voice a little drowsy now.

”It was better. But only because it was you.”

”You can’t really know that, but thank you.”

”I know what I know.” He takes a break, like he just thought of something. ”And I know that I want you again.”

You thought you were tired, but you’re not tired at all when Frankie Morales says that he wants you.

[chaifootsteps]

ngl on my list of Blitz ships Blitz / Vassago is dead last, mostly because I find Vassago blander than white bread and think he'll only get worse

but the potential as a spite ship? pretty excellent!

imagine Vassago coming around to help Stolas only to find him being super self-pitying and selfish, like usual, and feeling sorrier for Via. then he starts noticing that not only is Stolas not even happy to have the person he blew his life up for (Blitz) but that Blitz is obviously really affectionate and trying hard to make him happy. there's a ton of effort there and it's only going one way, because he never sees Stolas return it. if anything Stolas is cold and constantly making Blitz feel he isn't good enough

he gets his preconceptions about imps challenged and sees Blitz stole the book not to be conniving like they all assumed, and not to do work for Stolas like Stolas transparently lied about, but to try to succeed and provide for his friends and family

he starts doing all the things Stolas claims he does - he actually respects Blitz for his drive and wants him to succeed. he learns the rest of IMP's names and is kind to Loona because nothing raises Blitz's hackles faster than anyone disrespecting her. he finds himself coming around using Stolas as an excuse to see Blitz

and Blitz in turn starts feeling conflicted. he never fully shook off the feeling Stolas didn't actually respect him and he just let his anger go because Stolas saved his life, but meeting Vassago makes the difference between him and Stolas really stark and impossible to ignore. one day he confesses what actually happened with the full moon deal that Stolas refused to just fess up to in court and minimizes it like ending the deal was good enough. Vassago is appalled. he asks only one question: 'did he ever actually apologize?'

Blitz thinks about it and says no. Stolas only said it was wrong, not that he was wrong. he always made Blitz feel like he'd wanted the sex on some level even though he was just putting up with it for a long time

cue scene where Vassago reaches across the table to take Blitz's hand and says he wants to treat Blitz better and he's ashamed he met a shame to the name of Goetia like Stolas first

together the two of them confront Stolas, giving him a week to actually get his shit together and find a new place to live. cue Stolas tantrum but this time Vassago is there to correct him every time he gaslights - he wasn't supportive, he was abusive and he used Blitz. And he's doing it now - trading saving Blitz's life for financial support while doing the barest minimum to actually fix his life. The only thing Vassago concedes on is paying for Stolas to have a steady anti depressant prescription - while reminding him that he can't blame the way he's been behaving on not having his meds since he's been mistreating Blitz far, far long

then Vassago reaches out to Via to offer his help and to let her know Stolas and Blitz have split (Stolas as per usual forgets to tell her) and when she's feeling more stable she might want to reach out to Blitz, because how things looked on the surface wasn't how they actually were and she and Blitz could probably commiserate a whole lot

So much potential! I especially like that it wasn't even too cruel to Stolas, and that they make sure he's got a steady supply of medication. I wish the real show had this much balance.

[hotcoldboyssummer]

Hot Cold Boys Summer Fest Info!

Here's some basic info about what's going on with this thing. More in-depth FAQ to come + will be releasing prompts in the following days leading up to June! Really excited to have you all with us!

What is this?

A two month, SFW Terror fandom fest! Nine weeks from June to July featuring a weekly theme with little mini prompts and mini activities in between. Prompts will be summer related and a mix of Victorian-applicable and stuff for AUs (Modern AU specifically) + a week for pride!!!!! Mini activities will include such fun stuff as filling out ship charts, putting stickers on your favorite guy, throwing a powerpoint together on why you really like this specific thing in the show, maybe even irl arts and crafts, etc.

What about the zine?

At the end of this 9 week period, a form will go out where you can submit one or two of your pieces you created for the fest. This INCLUDES anything that isn't a fic or an artwork. Some restrictions may apply (more info on this to come. restrictions will involve word count, maybe artwork size, maybe number of pages you can submit, etc.). ANY PIECE SUBMITTED THROUGH THE FORM WILL BE ACCEPTED! (with rules ofc like it must be sfw) After the submissions close, a digital zine will be put together and hosted for FREE DOWNLOAD on itch.io.

How do I participate?

Give us a follow! We'll be posting the prompts for the event at the beginning and then re-posting each week's theme and prompts every Friday! Then all you need to do is create whatever you desire fitting that prompt (or not! do whatever you want forever) and post it with the tag #hotcoldboyssummer25 + maybe the theme's specific hashtag (for example #hcbs25 week 1 or something of the sorts. this is just coz i think it would be fun to be able to look at each week separately). We'll try to reblog it here! You can also post fics and art to our Ao3 collection which I will have set up and linked when the main FAQ / Rules come out.

Are there any restrictions? Can I do [insert AU here]? Can I do [insert ship here]? Etc?

Absolutely no restrictions except for the following: must be SFW! Should be summery (because that's the zine's theme after all), and for this event we prefer sillies and fluff over angst but you can do whatever you want forever (the appeal of angst is massive and i am guilty of this sin (not writing fluff)). You don't even have to post anything anywhere! You don't have to follow prompts! You can do prompts out of order. You can only do one prompt. You can do no prompts. You can just pick one theme and do that the entire time. No limits!!!! Just make sure you're SFW!

You can also do any ships you want, crossovers with other media (though we ask that at least one Terror is involved), any AU you want, etc!

But I really want to do NSFW!!!

Keep an eye out, we're gonna' try and figure out how to offer an 18+ only after dark version as well!! (TWO ZINES WITH UNLIMITTED SUBMISSIONS YOU MUST BE CRAZY - well you see. you see. this is an act of hubris i may not survive (saying that jokingly)).

When will this be released?

Hopefully by the end of September, even better if earlier / sometime in August!

Other Things to Note:

I—main mod Aubrey—do NOT know what my schedule for the summer looks like! I'm still looking for a job which may end up being full time which I will HAVE to do because I have to pay for school. On the topic of school, I'll be starting the fall semester sometime in late August! I also do not know what that schedule will look like at all. Furthermore, July is artfight month, and I love to participate every year! I'd love love love to get this zine running and really provide a good experience for ya'll (the fandom as a whole), but note that my summer may be absolutely packed. Finally, I'm on Pacific Standard Time and I currently have a terrible sleep schedule. Posts may not be made at times when you're online, so I'd suggest checking in every now and then.

Final note, if you could please reblog for reach, that would be awesome; I'd love to have as many people in the fandom as possible!

That's all! Glad to have you all join us!

[antilocaprine]

Yes holy shit hi hello I gotta gush about this but SPOILERS

Okay so I'm going absolutely feral over this, because it is INCREDIBLE. Not only is it full color, but the DETAIL is just wildly fantastic. The churning sea in the background is gorgeously textured, Benrey is obviously sopping wet, the net wrapped around Lambda is exquisitely picked out, you can see the edges of the toothed suckers Benrey's holding on to, and the individual chromatophores on Xen's skin?? Hello???? Plus the thought you've put into the different colors - red chromatophores around Benrey, because he and Xen are fucking pissed, but pink and blue around Gordon and Lambda, because they're also hopeless over those two. Genius, but I gotta ask, do you live inside my computer, because I just wrote a scene last week that had to do with Xen's colors in this way. Great minds think alike, I guess. Anyway, I love being able to give her a Sweet Voice analogue, it's great, and I'm glad it's obvious to others as well. Squid skin is SO COOL.

And then there's Gordon! Wee little Gordon and Lambda in the background, and his expression is so good - wide-eyed and shocked, fingers tangled in the net in relief that he's got his soul back in his grasp, but also wondering wtf is going on bc he can barely see without his glasses. Still, he can see enough - and speaking of expressions, Benrey's is stellar. That thousand-yard stare as he consigns an entire ship to death because they hurt his people...perfect. He's supposed to look spooky, even a little inhuman in this moment, and you did such a good job of conveying that - you even gave him a shadow over his eyes from the tentacle he's hanging onto! So clever! The tension in his hand is excellent, as well - looks like he's wrapping it around the ship's hull in that moment, ready to have Xen snap it in two like a toy.

Overall I am just so, so impressed with this piece. It's truly lovely, and on top of that it's chock-full of emotion. I will give it its own link in the notes of chapter 6. Thank you for your time and effort! I'm so happy the visuals were inspiring enough to help this come into the world.

what’s wrong with you?

quick fanart for waterbound by @antilocaprine

[silverthelovebug]

(Original template by @mangosaurus if you want the blank one ^^)

Ship opinions with some headcanons ,,

[yakuza-emulation]

Yes, I think a rose matches your green perfectly!

So, those Mario & Luigi games, huh?

I’m gonna be honest, I was going to be normal, but I just fell unreasonably in love with Prince Peasley.

He’s just so stupid and fun, and I’m now realizing I might just have a thing for blondes… (this is like the third blond I’ve grown a fascination for)

I somewhat tried to do a similar shading style to the official art (where certain colours not in the original characters design at utilized as shading), but I didn’t really succeed. I still had fun messing with certain colours though, so I guess it was a success in the end, after all :)

[folkdevilfables]

As far as I can tell, that announcement was a different post to the one with the video, wasn't it? I don't have x/twitter, so it's usually a little tricky for me to see everything an account posts ^^; (But I saw the announcement you reference on Instagram after posting this)

In my own personal opinion - I think their wording is too vague for my liking. Yes, this is presumably early into development? (they literally said the app will release this year so unclear on that) and they will have a crowdfunding campaign later down the line - But considering they already have two apps for the franchise and basically abandoned both and both games included most of the side characters from the start in one capacity or another (Yes, NB reused A LOT of OMs assets), it personally rubs me the wrong way.

And - I might be entirely wrong about this - I wouldn't be surprised at all if dating the supporting cast is part of the stretch goals. To incite supporting the campaign. But only time will tell.

The announcement states "We will also be looking to add additional characters in future updates".

Okay. Cool. I'd like to raise two concerns -

That's generally pretty vague. Why? Damage control because part of the fandom will no doubt be upset only the brothers showed up in the initial video? "Looking to add" is not "are going to add"/"will be adding", it's a potential maybe. An option, not necessarily a guarantee. And considering both of my suggested phrases would provide both more clarity and are shorter, that was a deliberate choice by their PR team.

"Add additional characters". Hm. Interesting word choice to go for. They could have said "the remaining cast" and add an "potentially more characters" to that as well. The fact that they, once again, choose to be vague opens the door for the possibility that characters like Thirteen, Mephistopheles and Raphael won't be added at all. And this wording is most likely a deliberate PR move to keep both sides calm. And what does Solmare gain from procrastinating that reveal? Well. Continued support. They know full well that people will jump the ship if it turns out that some established characters won't be added. That lack of clarity and detail means that people are free to make mountains out of molehills and will support the campaign in the hopes of getting their faves in the game. Whether or not Solmare is gonna actually add them is up to them - At this point, we have nothing but a vague promise at best. Doesn't matter, they got the monetary support by beating around the bush.

Solmare is a company. Companies aren't people, so treating them like such is never a good idea.

I have seen too many companies in similar areas of the entertainment industry - namely vtuber companies - exploit their staff and fans because they fail to realize that their product that they put onto the market is their vtubers. And treating those people as nothing more than numbers is them shooting themselves in the foot, because the fans will see that and retaliate.

And whether you use vtubers or dating games to build up parasocial relationships and attachment with a fanbase, treating either too obviously like a convenient tool for profit is gonna end your business at the end of the day. You expect people to hand you money to support something that you yourself treat as expendable? Hm, something doesn't add up here.

Once again, this all just my opinion. I have simply been burned too often to not look at all of this with a healthy dose of scepticism and cynicism.

Sympathy is only a limited resource for all of us - And everyone is fighting for the biggest piece of that at all times. Consider carefully who to give your sympathy out to, lest you end up burnt out - and whether or not corporate entities with a long list of questionable business decisions are worth that limited resource is your own choice to make.

Solmare just announced that a new Obey Me! app is currently in development.

According to the video included in their tweet, it's scheduled to release in 2025 and focuses on the 'what if' scenario of living married life with the brother of your choice and the side characters are nowhere to be seen so far

[sleep-0-deprived]

Dom! Yan professor x himbo reader imagines~! ໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა

Just imagining your biology professor being a total hard ass, rude and unkind to every student he’s ever had and giving out the most excessive amounts of homework daily, as soon as he met you something sinister had awoken inside him. The way you’d smile at him all stupid wearing shorts that showed to much and jogging pants that let him see the side profile of your cock during the first day of meeting you had this man losing it.

Just imagining you staying back after your college classes, you being freshly twenty three and scraping by if not failing every class you took, only making it to college on a sports scholarship with you staring and blinking at your professor all class. Yandere professor, just imagining him watching you from the corner of his eye the whole class, his hands moving on auto pilot only able to think about you and how you blink dumbly at him while he teaches making him speak up “is something wrong Mr L/n?”

Just imagining you getting stuck after class in tutoring sessions all hours of the day because he claims “I’m just trying to help you achieve better [name]” he’d utter those words so sincerely it would keep you oblivious while he stares at your ass and your pecs, bitting his lips when you lean in your chair showing him the perfect peak of your body having this man insane having to excuse himself for a moment during your sessions while he goes and “fixes” the situation between his legs.

Just imagining Yandere professor who rubs up against you grabbing and touching your body all over at any chance he gets with close proximity, slowly over time building trust off of his age and status, him pushing mid forties and freshly divorced. Just imagining him bringing up chats about his golden retriever just to twist your oblivious trust into something else, making you feel special whilst he gives you all the attention you could ever dream of with the intent of getting you all to himself wanting to possess and keep you like a boy toy.

Just imagining Yandere professor who asks you for “favors” claiming he’d make sure you passed all your classes, that you’d never have to worry about losing your scholar ship. He’d have your face in his crotch with your mouth wide open engulfing his cock all flushed in the face with teary eyes holding his thighs. Oh how he almost felt sorry for those poor girls that drooled after you during your games….almost, but having your mouth stuffed full of cock asking “am I doin good E’nough f’you sherr” while you soured your words with spit making slurping sounds just trying to please a good grade out of him.

Just imagining Yandere professor who does random dorm checkups on you, making you stay over at his apartment the nights your frat bros throw parties, not standing for the thought of some sorority girl getting her manicured hands on you, you were His and he’d fuck you so good that you knew it. Two glasses of wine later sitting in his apartment with your hand gripping the counters in shambles “s-ir!” All you can repeat over and over is his name speaking it like a prayer to your messiah feeling a drunken man going at it fucking you so hard the sounds start buzzing together and the over head light in his kitchen blurs under your pupils.

Just imagining Yandere professor who had your legs spread wide open sitting leaned back on his desk eating your ass out like a starving man. Gripping your skin and kissing your pucker, practically making out with your rim and letting you ramble on cluelessly about your plays and strategies, whining about how “the coach is placing me as Qb this year!” While you grip the back of your professors head looking down at him just blinking and getting comfy when you see him having no intentions of letting you go since him being able to work your body and play with you however he liked was part of the “conditions”

Just imagining your grades going from a fifties and forties across the boards to becoming a straight A+ student having all of your friends asking how you managed to swindle that, having your fiends wanting to know your secret while one of them asks “all those time you’ve been ditching, you must be going off to secretly study huh!” Your closest buddy just laughs and nudges you during practice unable to tell him that you’ve been whoring yourself out to the most hated teacher on campus.

[emptyjunior]

Enough random notes that have a written story on them as environmental storytelling, explore the space, get crazier with it.

You move into a house and aw cute, it has the kids height on the walls but you notice there's a three foot difference in height between measurements, you check the date, they're a month apart. The final measurement is on the ceiling. It's dated two days ago.

You're part of a recovery team that have finally found a stranded ship, they were found too late and have all passed a long time ago. They all died of starvation. You enter their storeroom, it's filled with food. In the dining hall you find the tables laden with perfectly fine looking breads, cakes, cured meats, jams, candies. Your medic says all the people sitting at the table didn't eat a Thing.

You wake up in an apocalypse. You can't find anyone at all as you wander the streets but you do hear faint music playing from somewhere. You stumble into a supermarket, to see all the aisles still full, except for the shelf that was full of ear plugs, which look to be the only thing that was looted.

Like there's light, sound, props. Having a street where every house is decimated except for One. Landing on a planet known for having No Water and a plant is growing and you don't know where it could have possibly gotten moisture from but you can't find the citizens Anywhere.

I'm sorry, I'm just kinda over the "graffiti on the wall to show the bad guy is around". That's not environmental storytelling that's just normal story. Show me I'm in the villains territory by the rain suddenly cutting out above me as I'm driving, even though it's meant to be raining all night. I park the car and step out, and realise the constellations are Wrong, until I see they're Not constellations, they're the blinking lights of a massive ship-

I Will stop now because everytime I go to write a sentence it devolves into another prompt but I'm just saying we have a Lot of senses, engage them, show me the Environment in environmental storytelling.

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Pollen and Pheromones

Kinktober Day 13: Sex Pollen

Male Alpha Yandere x Gender Neutral Omega Reader CW: Noncon, sex pollen, aphrodisiac, pheromones, knotting, biting, claiming bite, stranded, spaceship crash, sci-fi, outer space, alien planet, a/b/o dynamics, bigotry/prejudice against omegas, rivalry, breeding, general yandere behavior, tsundere, betrayal Word Count: 1.6k (Enjoy this kinktober meal I have prepared <3)

"Star log: This is Pilot 2418 currently operating vessel Starlion: Orion. I am currently on route to pass the threshold of our galaxy in less than five minutes."

You were a shuttle pilot, one of the Exploration Guild's best. Ever since humanity had achieved interplanetary travel, they had sought to extend themselves ever further. With the new drift-space drives, that dream was now a reality.

They were only currently suited for small 1 to 2 man shuttlecraft, and only a couple such craft had been made. Two different ones had been commissioned through the guild, with both pilots competing to see who could exit the Milky Way first. The new drive could only be used in bursts to prevent overloading, so the journey had still taken a few months. But it seemed like you were about to succeed. Then you could make a U-turn and start drift-jumping back towards the nearest station.

Since you were an omega, this was a great achievement, a notice to the universe that your kind could do whatever betas and alphas could. You would be able to help stamp out the lingering bigotry and inspire others all with one action.

You were just about to cross the finish line!

Suddenly, your opponent, Tetsunori, came out of drift-space behind you. He had been your long-time rival, with both of you being about equally skilled.

But this was unacceptable to him as he was an alpha and held to the knothead mindset that an omega's place was bouncing on an alpha's prick or maybe in a teaching or nursing job.

You weren't worried, though. You had a solid lead. There was no way he could close the gap.

You rolled your eyes at the incoming transmission.

"Why don't you just give up now? If you surrender nicely, I'll let you celebrate my victory by letting you keep my knot warm!"

The temptation to reply was too great.

"Ha! You may be good at navigating the stars, but I doubt you have ever found your way into an omega."

Conversing with him hadn't distracted you or made you pause, so he growled as he switched to another plan. He fired on his tractor beam.

What the fuck, was he insane? Stooping so low to make sure you couldn't have a historic moment? You fired an equal and opposite tractor beam through his, which forced him to disengage. Something only possible because both ships were similar in size and energy output. Did he think you were some amateur?

In a desperate bid to prevent you from winning, Tetsunori rammed his shuttle into yours.

This type of bumping wasn't unheard of. It wasn't lethal if both ships were similar and had their shields up. But the bouncing was pretty strong for both parties, which is why it was a last-ditch effort. It could push you past the line, or it could bump him further. Neither of those things happened, though.

Instead, you careened right into the gravitational pull off a planet. You did everything you could to slow down and stabilize, but nothing seemed to be working.

Tetsunori sped after you in his spacecraft as he spoke into the comm link.

"I'm sorry, oh my god, I'm so sorry! I just had to be first! What omega would want to be mates with someone who they bested??"

You didn't have time for his weird ass confession and barely registered it. Your shields were still online and he had started pulsing his tractor beam to slow you down, full usage of it at such speeds could rip your ship apart, thankfully he wasn't an amateur either and knew that.

You put all available power and quickly put it into overloading the shields. You hit the emergency crash button, and two nozzles came out from the sides of the cockpit and sprayed you with a rapidly drying foam that would reduce damage to you if you got flung about the ship. Tetsunori's reckless and speedy entry into the atmosphere may have been enough to save you, but he had lost control of his vessel as well.

As you crashed, he careened away and crash-landed as well.

It was a good thing the high-tech impact reduction foam was so effective. Despite having shields, the ship was still shaken pretty badly, and the inertial dampeners weren't powerful enough to thwart damage from such a landing.

You took stock of the condition of your systems.

Almost everything was fried. You could at least scan the planet. It seemed like you had actually lucked out. In the entire galaxy planets that supported life were incredibly rare. But you had landed on one.

It seemed there were no known biological hazards present. No recognized toxins, dangerous bacteria, or viral agents. You were cleared to remove your suit. The temporary foam had started to dissolve, so it wasn't hard to remove.

The scanner also indicated there was a strong human life sign. It appeared that Tetsunori was okay.

You took the survival kit from underneath your seat as well as some beverages and rations you had procured at the last station and headed in the direction of dust and smoke in the distance.

You didn't even need the ship's scanner to tell you that the great imbecile, Tetsunori had landed there.

As you got closer, you stepped into a field of flowers that surrounded the entire crash site. You were probably still a mile away, but all around you were odd glittery silver and gold flowers.

The smell of them made you just slightly lightheaded and tingly. You realized the tiniest bit of slick was dribbling down your leg. They must be an aphrodisiac. The scanner hadn't warned you of anything in the air that was truly dangerous, so it probably wouldn't matter very much. And it really didn't. For you. As you trudged through the flowers and pollen, the effects did not get worse.

But for Tetsunori, the pollen was much stronger. When it hit his nostrils, it immediately put him into rut. Not a typical rut either, one of the ruts you see in pornos where the alpha is almost feral and unable to control their mating drive. When you came upon him, he was sitting on a piece of debris from his shit and rocking back and forth in clear distress. Through his outfit, his bulge was immediately visible.

"T-tetsunori? Uh... are you okay? D-did you get hurt in the crash?"

You took a step back when he looked up at you. His eyes were red, giving him a demonic appearance.

"The flowers, I think... they... UGH! My thoughts are all jumbled..."

He started to rub and massage his crotch desperately. He finally caught a whiff of your scent, ripe from the recent hike over to him and from being without a proper shower since your last space station stop. Not to mention the smell of the slick the aphrodisiac had coaxed out of you.

He started wildly sniffing at the air.

"Y-you smell so nice. You can help!"

You started backing away slowly.

"Uh... help with what?"

He got up and closed the difference between the two of you. Sweat had his dark hair clinging to his head. He was significantly taller and looked down at you intensely before sniffing and licking your neck with lazy broad strokes.

"S-smell so gooood. Always wanted to knot youuuu~"

You tried to push him off.

"Tetsunori! St-stop!"

You slapped, smacked, kicked, punched, and flailed, but nothing you did deterred him in the slightest.

"I'm sorry, but I fucking n-need this!"

He pinned you to the ground, clawing and biting off all your clothing until only your underwear was left, he removed it more delicately before inhaling its scent deeply and putting it in his pocket for later.

"Please don't do this, Tetsunori, PLEASE!"

He looked down at you, and it seemed like he was genuinely trying to resist before the pollen-charged rut won out.

Tetsunori unzipped his pants and let his drooling cock and full heavy balls out.

"G-gonna put all my babies in you! Have to! Have to!"

The lust-drunk alpha wasted no more time in ramming into you, an insertion that would have been more difficult had the pollen not slicked you up. Though it was still sudden and slightly painful.

"A-aaah!"

You tried to kick at him, but he growled viciously before pushing you into a mating press and slobbering all over your neck with his eager tongue.

The pollen must have increased the potency of his pheromones, or at least your susceptibility to them, because his musk was starting to cloud your thoughts.

Your grunts of pain became gasps of pleasure as your body quickly accommodated to his large size. You winced as he bit down hard on your neck to claim you. He kept right on fucking into you without skipping a beat.

He licked and kissed the lightly bleeding bite mark, some part of him remembering to comfort you despite his dominating need to fill you with cock. And by that point, the last of your resistance finally melted away.

"T-tetsunoriiiiii~" You moaned as your toes curled and body twitched in orgasm.

He growled your name in response and gave a few hard, deep thrusts before cumming as deeply as possible.

A comforting fullness filled your hole as his knot locked the two of you together. He pulled you close as he sat down so that you were in his lap facing him. The two of you caught your breath, then remained in an awkward silence until his knot deflated.

"G-got it out of your system?"

"Yeah... for the most part... sorry about that..."

You lifted yourself off of his lap, his half hard cock springing free with a lewd plopping sound.

"Well... it wasn't your fault. It was just the pollen..."

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you back into his lap, his cock ramming directly into you, then began humping.

"Well... it wasn't just the pollen..."

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

Since you've mentioned Scarlet Lady in one of your posts, what's your opinion on it?

I've mentioned before that I'm a big Scarlet Lady fan, which is the only reason that I'm comfortable answering asks like this one. I don't publicly criticize the content of hobby creators. That's wildly inappropriate! Punch up, not down.

The linked post was a general discussion of the adaptation process and how @zoe-oneesama did a fantastic job, so for this one, I'm just going to do some general gushing because I do actually like praising and enjoying things!

Scarlet Lady's chosen format (comic) allows it to have this wonderful conversation with canon where it can rely on the framework of canon to tell it's own story while also using canon for jokes and meta commentary. This means that Scarlet Lady is about as close as fan content can get to a direct reboot because it's able to have moments like this one from the comic's first post:

[Image description: Adrien standing in his room after transforming into Chat Noir for the first time. He is beaming and his eyes are shining with excitement as he exclaims, "This is gonna be awesome!"]

A single picture that communicates everything we need to know about Adrien getting his miraculous. When I've done this same thing in fanfic, I had to write out the full scene because that's how novels work. You have to give the full picture. With a comic, you can just quickly acknowledge this thing that we all already know and then move on to the new stuff. A picture really is worth a thousand words! (Or, in my case, more like two thousand...)

This allows Zoe to keep the same akumas that we get in canon without her story feeling like a boring rehash because she can focus on what's different in her version. A novelization of the same content would have to show both the stuff that stays the same and the stuff that changes for it to be coherent. That's a lot less fun to read and write. It's why I basically never revisit canon akumas in my own stuff. It's just too derivative for the written word.

This is one of the big reasons that I loved Scarlet Lady. Because it was able to have that more directly conversation with canon, it was able to take canon and say, "hey, why don't we embrace the tone that you established in season one and retell the story with that vibe?" That's something that I desperately wanted to see, but that is totally unsuited to my chosen artistic form. It couldn't be a novel. It had to be a comic.

If you want to know what a true formula show version of Miraculous would look like, Scarlet Lady is it. It does everything that Miraculous should have done:

Sticks to a lighthearted tone where nothing is ever super serious

Keeps Gabriel entirely unsympathetic

Has slow character development and background hints at a bigger plot as the only serial elements, allowing the individual episodes to be their own story while never feeling incomplete or rushed

Allows characters other than Marinette to shine while keeping Marinette as the clear main character

Makes Adrien narratively important

MAKES THE LOVE SQUARE CUTE SO I CAN ACTUALLY SHIP IT

Understands that Lila and Chloe can't coexist as antagonists

Reverses the love square, which is the best way to tell their story. Yes, I will die on my "love diamond" hill. It's a good hill. Come join me. I'll bring cookies.

I could keep going, but you hopefully get my point. While Scarlet Lady is certainly not the only way to do a formula version of canon, it's proof that a formula version does work! You don't have to go the serious route for Miraculous to be successful.

I want to take some time to gush about the ending, but I don't want to spoil it, so I'll put that gushing under a "read more" in case anyone hasn't seen it. I'll finish out this less spoilerish section with this:

I feel like some people are surprised when they learn that I love Scarlet Lady because - as some of you have probably picked up - it is quite different from my ideal version of canon. I'm not sure why that would stop me from enjoying a thing, though. It's important to remember that our personal ideals are not the only way to tell a good story. There are lots of ways to take what canon gave us and make something wonderful! It's part of the reason that I enjoy being in a fandom.

If I only wanted to see my ideal take on canon, then I'd stick to writing/imagining my own stories. But I don't want that! I like seeing alternate takes, too. Scarlet Lady is one of my personal favorites. It's completely different from anything that I'd ever think to write and that's why I'm so glad that it exists! I like being entertained just as much as I like creating my own entertainment and I don't want to only read stories that look like something I'd write. That's boring!

Spoilers below:

I've mentioned before that there are many, many ways to properly handle Chloe's character and Zoe did such a good job with her take on that! Chloe isn't absolved of all the things she did wrong, but she's also treated as a young woman with the ability to change.

While the comic bares the name of Chloe's alter ego, she was the never the main character. She never went on a journey. The story kept her to her shallow season-one self: a petty brat who just wanted attention. It did this because that's who Chloe was in canon and who Chloe needed to be for the comic to work.

The first time we see any complexity from Chloe is in the comic's final few episodes, which was absolutely the right call for Zoe to make! In a recent post, I talked about how the end of a formula show is the only time when you can break the formula in catastrophic ways and that's what Zoe did. She kept Chloe static until it was time to end the story and that's when the formula breaks. That's when Chloe gets depth because, once she has depth, the formula doesn't work.

That depth is not used to redeem Chloe, but to show us that there's hope for Chloe. That this petty brat who we've been dealing with has some serious issues and needs help. Help that she's going to get far away from the people that she's hurt because her issues aren't an excuse for what she's done. They don't erase the harm that she caused. At the same time, understanding her issues makes us hope that she can be better now and Scarlet Lady took a moment to give us that hope. To show us the START of Chloe's true story.

That is the kind of ending that I have wanted to see in so many properties!!! It was so wonderful to finally get one that did this right. A story that understood that full redemption to the team and damnation to death/suffering are extremes on a scale of possibilities. You don't have to go to extremes! You can fall in the middle and the middle is a perfect, natural place for Chloe to land in this kind of story. Fully redeeming or even fully damning Chloe simply doesn't work in lighthearted formula content. It's too big a lift as canon has already demonstrated.

I also loved Zoe's take on Emilie. I've mentioned that I don't like evil Emilie in part because it makes her revival feel like the start of a new story. She's back and she'd bad, so we have to take her down now! But I don't want that. I want the story to end when Gabriel is stopped. Zoe does this by giving us an Emilie that is another perfect middle ground. She matches canon's uncomfortable implications without feeling like a true villain who is a threat to society.

[0097linersb]

Sour Candy (m)

Pairings: Mingi x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 5k~

Warnings: Very very very needy Mingi, wouldn't say exactly sub!mingi but kind of sub!mingi u know, good boi´s just very desperate. consent lines are kind of blurred in this one so pls skip if it makes u uncomfortable, this was just written in like an hour with absolutely no thoughts or grammar-checking, head empty only filled with crying whiny men <3

Follow me on twitter: wooyosgfreal <3

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“What time did Yunho say he was coming back again?” You asked for about the fourth time that afternoon. 

“In like an hour or two,” Mingi answered patiently like he did all the other times you asked before. “Bro, why do you hate me?” 

“Because you keep making me play this boring game and it really fucking sucks.” 

“That´s just because you´re bad at it.” 

“You´re literally worse than me.” 

“Maybe modernity was wrong all along, maybe women really shouldn´t be allowed to have opinions.” 

“It is a fact, not an opinion. Maybe you men should still be in planes being shipped off to war and leave us alone.” 

“Fine. Do you want to play something else, princess?” 

“Let´s play Overcooked,” You squealed.  

Mingi didn´t even groan this time when you mentioned the game you and Seonghwa were obsessing over lately, simply going back to the home screen on Yunho´s Playstation and looking for the colorful icon. He knew there was no arguing with you. 

While the game was loading, Mingi handed you the main controller and stood up, fixing his shirt that had scrunched up and stretching his back, “Set everything up, I´m gonna go find some snacks.” 

You happily did as told, driving your little animated truck towards the level you had last failed at and playing with your phone to wait for your friend, at least until your vision was blocked by said friend pushing a red plastic bag in front of your face. 

“What´s that?” You asked, already reaching into the bag and picking up one of the soft candies inside. 

Mingi simply shrugged, already chewing on one of the jellies, “Dunno, found them in the kitchen. They´re pretty good though.” 

You trusted his words, popping the candy into your mouth and waiting for the flavors to kick in - and hell you wish you didn´t. 

“Oh my god this is disgusting,” Your face contorts in distaste. 

“It´s cinnamon,” Mingi stares you down, clearly not amused.  

“Yeah, with candle wax. Ew.” 

“Just swallow it and stop being a baby.” 

“I will literally kill myself.” 

He gave you another judgmental glare and sat down next to you on the couch once again, already reaching for his third candy from hell as you forced yourself to let it slide down your throat. You handed him the main remote and picked up the secondary one, coughing to see if flowing some air into your lungs would get the taste of rotten papaya out of your mouth.  

“Maybe it´s poison that Yunho left out as a trap because you keep stealing his food.” 

“Nah, it was right on top of the counter,” He waved it off, pressing play on the game. 

“My point stands.” 

“Yeah, whatever.” 

“You´re very eloquent today.” 

“You´re very annoying today.” 

“The salmon Mingi, the fucking salmon!!” 

“I´m getting it!” 

“Bro, you gotta throw it!” 

“Fuck. I know, but if I leave the fucking rice is going to burn.” 

“I´m throwing you more rice.” 

“I don´t need it.” 

“Yes, you do. Oh my god.” 

“What I do need are some clean plates.” 

“Oh, yeah. On it.” 

“Why do you like this game?” He groaned, cleaning the sweat from his forehead and reaching for another candy in the bag. “You´re making me stress eat.” 

“Doesn´t it make you feel pumped?”  

“Yeah, pumped to punch the TV.” 

“We have one more minute, we can do it if you stop being dumb.” 

“There are literally two plates on the counter ready to go and you haven´t delivered them yet.” 

“Jeez, done. Can you slice me some tomatoes?” 

“One sec,” He answered, mouth full of yet another candy. 

“It would be faster if you would just stop eating.” 

“We´re not making it anyways, let me enjoy one thing at least.” 

And he was right: a few seconds later the TV screen was filled with the sad numbers displaying how you didn´t reach the minimum score - didn´t even come close to it in fact. 

Mingi let out his frustrations by popping the nth white jelly past his lips and you stared at him in disgust, reaching for the bag to understand what that malevolent creation even was.  

“Huh...” 

“What?” He asked. 

“Hm, I mean, this is all in German or Dutch but I´m pretty sure this word means aphrodisiac.” 

“Come again?” His mouth was hanging open mid chew, unblinking eyes staring at you. 

“Hm, yeah. Wasn´t Yunho´s friend just in Amsterdam? The one with the big smile? Maybe he brought those as a souvenir, since you know, it´s Amsterdam. Like, ‘haha look at this candy that makes you horny´.” 

“Oh, yeah. But it´s like a placebo touristy thing, right?” He laughed nervously. “Like, these won´t actually make me horny, right?” 

“Nah, I don´t think this kind of stuff works. It´s probably just for shit and giggles. Do you feel any different?” 

“I don´t know, my heart is beating faster. I think I´m going to die.” 

“Mingi, relax. Now it´s probably just because you´re nervous.” 

“No, what if there´s some kind of drug in these? I ate almost 10 of them! Oh my god I´m going to die. Am I going to overdose, Y/N? What if I start hallucinating?” 

He was being a bit overdramatic, but he did have genuine concerns. 

“Wait, let me call Yunho.” 

Mingi didn´t even hear you, too busy at his own pity party as he whined and stared at the bag´s labels like he could suddenly speak Dutch.  

“Y/N?” Yunho´s voice filled your ears. 

“Hm, hi. Sorry to bother you at work but we´ve kind of got a situation.” 

“Oh my god, did Mingi break my door playing with the bar? I already told him-” 

“No, nothing like that. Huh, do you know that candy that you left on the kitchen counter?” 

“What? No. What cand- Oh. Oh.” 

“Huh, yeah. So... Mingi found it and ate like 10 of them?” 

“Y/N.” 

“Is that bad? He´s kind of freaking out, he´s afraid there´s like drugs in them or something.” 

“There are some stimulants in them but like, in minor quantities. He won´t die because of it. But bro, bro.” 

“What?” You whined, Yunho´s tone making you anxious. 

“He had 10 of them? San had like 3 and said he was at it for hours.” 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah, oh.” 

“So I guess these do work, huh?” 

“Haven´t tried them, but from what San says it´s some strong shit. Did you take any?” 

“Just like one, tastes like organic trash.” 

“Yeah, good. Let me know how it goes, please just stay out of my bedroom.” 

“Your bedroom? Why would- What are you trying to imply, Jeong Yunho?” 

“Oh shit, client calling. Byeee,” He laughed. “Stupid.” 

As soon as you put your phone away, Mingi stopped talking to himself like a mad man and stared at you with big hopeful eyes. 

“I have good news and bad news.” 

“Am I going to die?” 

“That´s the good news: no, you´re not. No.” 

“And what are the bad news?” 

“Apparently you will get very horny, though.” 

He froze at your words, looking down at his pants, “I don´t feel it, though.” 

“Maybe you won´t, it might be different for everyone,” You shrug, standing up and grabbing your sweater. “All I know is that I am leaving because if it does happen, that´s not a sight I want to be here for.” 

“Please no,” Mingi whined, literally throwing himself on his knees to catch your arm before you could walk away. “Don´t leave me alone here. I just ingested unknown substances, what if my body reacts badly and I actually die? What if I throw up and drown in my own puke here all alone?” 

Once again, over-dramatic but right.  

“Yeah, you´re right,” You sighed. “I would still rather die than see you with a boner so here´s what we´re gonna do: I´m locking myself in Yunho´s room and you can freely roam the apartment and do whatever you want, I´ll check up on you every few minutes. Sounds good?” 

“Yeah, ok,” Mingi agreed. 

“Also, if you´re going to like - ” You motioned vaguely towards his pants hoping he would get what you were trying to say. “Give me a heads up so I can put on some earphones.” 

“Oh my god,” He whined in shame, cheeks going flush. “Yeah, ok.” 

“Ok, good. Huh, bye,” You awkwardly waved as you made your way towards Yunho´s room. “Good luck.” 

You closed the door behind you, hearing as Mingi opened some other game back in the living room. There was not much to do in Yunho´s room so you decided to lay in bed and scroll through Tiktok until Mingi stopped thinking he was going to die and you could leave. Also, you did eat one of the candies too, so you guessed that if they did work, you would feel it as well. 

10 minutes later you still heard Mingi normally playing and cursing outside, but you still decided to yell out an “Everything good?” just to be sure. 

“Yeah!” Was his answer. 

Another 15 minutes went by, and you shot him a text. 

Not dead yet? 

Mings: Still good, I don´t think these things actually work. 

Maybe Yunho was just messing with us.  

Mings: Yeah, fucking asshole. 

You went back to watching your silly little videos, not even noticing the time passing or how everything suddenly went quiet outside. Over half an hour had gone by when your ears finally perked up at the lack of your friend´s loudness.  

You sat up in bed worried. 

You good? 

No answer. 

Mingi? 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

You were already picturing his dead body looking all stupid on Yunho´s carpet, thinking about how you were going to explain to the paramedics that he died because he ate too much horny candy.  

No, even worse: How would you explain this to his family? 

Oh, no. Not your best friend. How would you live without him? You liked teasing him and you bickered a lot but you love- 

Your little spiral of insanity was interrupted by a knock on the door and your body was finally able to move after how it had been paralyzed with fear for a few minutes. 

“Mingi?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Oh, thank god. You scared the shit out of me,” You took a deep breath in relief, staring at Yunho´s white door. “What´s up?” 

“Huh, can I come in?” 

You furrowed your eyebrows at his tone.  

Something sounded weird about this.  

“Sure,” You answered skeptically.  

Mingi opened the door and came in, head cast down and gaze not meeting your eyes. 

“What´s wrong-” You started asking worriedly, about to jump out of the bed to go check up on him before your eyes finally zeroed in on the very prominent bulge in his pants. “Song Mingi! What the fuck?” 

“I- I don´t know what to do,” His eyes finally met yours, cheeks tinted in pink and hands trembling. He looked at you like a kicked puppy.  

“And what do I have to do with it? Go deal with it yourself. Eeew, we talked about this,” You raised your hand in the air to try and block the bottom half of Mingi from your line of vision.  

“I already did,” He groaned, rubbing his face in frustration. “Twice.” 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah. Nothing fucking works - and also, I just can´t stop thinking about you.” 

“What?” You never heard your voice go so high before. “Nuh uh, we´re not going there. Absolutely not.” 

“I´m not happy about it either, ok?” His fingers were squeezing the corner of the door so thigh they were almost white. “Just please, help me out this once. Please.” 

Oh. 

Oh. 

Oh. 

You just prayed that the reason you started clenching around nothing was because the candy was finally kicking in and not because stupid Song Mingi was practically begging in front of you. 

“No!” You screeched, weirded out by your own sudden reaction. “This isn´t you talking, it´s just th stupid candy, you´ll regret it after it wears off -” 

“No but I won´t,” He disagreed, closing the door and rushing towards you like a madman in three large strides. 

You had never seen him like this, you never once in a million years could have gone as far as even imagining the look in his eyes right now. 

“Fuck. It´s just - your skin is so soft, you know?” Mingi pushed the covers to the side so his hand could squeeze your thigh, his knees dipping into the mattress as he crawled on top of you. You were too shocked to move away, frozen in place with your mouth open wide, not really knowing what to do as he rubbed the palm of his hands up and down your skin, squeezing it occasionally with a heavy breath like he had just reached heaven´s gate. 

“Mingi,” You warned, but your voice didn´t sound that threatening anymore. 

“Please, just once,” He breathed out, practically rubbing himself against your body like a cat in heat forcing you to slowly lie back in the bed, his hands gently guiding yours over your head as you slid down. You looked up at his glazed eyes, at the way his hands were shaking around your wrists, the way he was discreetly rutting against your thigh without even realizing he was doing it. He looked so vulnerable and frenzied – And it was doing something to you. 

“Mingi,” You whined, not even sure what you were trying to say or do. 

“You kept walking around with this white top all day,” He let out a broken groan, looking down at said top. “Your boobs look amazing in it. I just- I – Can I?” 

His begging eyes were enough to get you automatically nodding before even realizing what you were agreeing to - When you did process what he was asking for though, his right hand was already squeezing your boobs and kneading at them like his life depended on it, his calloused fingers firm on your body. You could feel how hard he was every time he subconsciously ground against you, shaky hot breaths leaving his lips and hitting the sensitive skin on the side of your neck where his plump soft lips kept lightly brushing against with every move. 

Mingi took advantage of the position, sucking against your vein and leaving pleas in the form of little kisses around your skin. His thumb played with your nipple and your hands were still abandoned on top of your head against the sheets, not sure if you would really let this happen yet - but Mingi didn´t seem to mind, too lost in worshipping you into compliance.  

“I need to fuck you. Like, right now. I´ll - I´ll make you feel good too, I promise,” The shakier and breathier his voice sounded the wetter you got. “I promise. I promise. Please. We -we don´t even need to fuck I can – I can – Let me – Just the tip- Anything-” 

“Just the tip?” 

“Yeah,” He eagerly nodded, his eyes so hopeful you could melt. 

“Ok,” You agreed, physically not being able to say no to his pleading eyes.  

“Fuck,” He groaned in surprise, not actually thinking you would agree to it - But since you did, he wasted no time and made quick work of practically ripping your cotton short down your legs in one harsh tug. “Under normal circumstances I would, you know – But, I – right now I – I can´t.” 

“It´s ok,” You assured, afraid he would actually cry if you made him wait another single second with how desperate he was. 

He hooked his finger on the bottom of your panties and pushed them to the side, not even being able to take them out. He stared at your pussy for a moment, his eyes looking even more insane than before at the sight, like he would actually growl at you. 

“Fuck,” Mingi cursed as he went out of the little trance he was in, pushing his sweater pants and boxers down in a rush - once again not even bothering with taking them all out.  

And oh fuck. 

His cock was so hard you could imagine how it actually hurt; it throbbed against the skin of his abdomen without even being touched, looking swollen and angry with all the veins surrounding it - And man were you glad you agreed on just the tip because there was just no way that would fit without a lot of preparation first. Even with how wet you were right now. Who knew? 

Mingi leaned on top of you once again, one arm supporting the weight of his body in between your legs as he gently guided his dick up and down your folds, his eyes closing at the feeling, a violent shiver taking over his thighs and up his spine with a loud groan.  

Like he had absolutely no control over his body, Mingi positioned himself against your entrance, slowly pushing just a little bit in as promised. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” His groans sounded so raw against your ear as he cursed over the initial resistance of your walls, his forehead meeting your neck to try and ground himself. 

You even let a moan out yourself because this was absolute madness, it felt insane. Your whole body was buzzing like you were electrified, your fingers ached to scratch Mingi´s back and pull him all the way in - Damn, those candies were good.  

And you only had one. 

“Y/N, fuck,” Mingi gasped as he started moving his hips in shallow little thrusts so he wouldn´t break your agreement. “Ah - Ah. I can´t think strai - You´re so pretty. Fuck, fuck.” 

His lips met your neck once again, messy kisses full of saliva and teeth as he shuddered on top of you, leaving marks that would soon turn purple. You could feel how tense every single muscle in his body was as he fought against himself to not rut deeper into you every time he moved, and you were biting onto your lip so hard to keep the noises inside that you could taste blood.  

“Thank you, thank you,” You shivered at the way cold air hit your neck when Mingi pulled back a bit to look you in the eye, “Can I go ah- a little deeper, please? Just a little. It feels so good, I need ah- more. Fuck.” 

“Mingi.” 

“Please,” He cried out and you just couldn´t believe the sight in front of you. 

Tall big strong Song Mingi with the deep voice, reduced to a disheveled delirious mess. His ashy blond hair rumpled, his cheeks burning pink and skin glistening with sweat, his pupils huge and shiny and he just looked so disheartened that it was breaking your heart to not let him just use you however he wanted.  

“I need you,” He agonized, his right arm clinging onto your shoulder like you would run away from him if you could, so out of it that he was already pushing deeper into you without even noticing, eyes shut so tightly at the sensation of your walls around him. “Please, please, please, please,” It was like a mantra. 

He was far gone. 

And kind of so were you. 

You whine in pain and raspy moans left Mingi´s soft lips every time he thrust back into you, hitting farther each time, “I´m sorry, baby. I´m sorry. You can take it right? Ah – Just a bit more, I promise. Fuck. I´m almost ah- in. Why do you smell so good? It´s driving me ah – insane.” 

It hurt, it did hurt, but you also didn´t seem to mind that he was practically splitting you open when his voice sounded this pretty apologizing for it. 

The speed and strength of his hips started picking up to match his urgency, his plush lips were open so captivatingly and his weight was now supported by both arms so he could pistol into you. He didn´t have a specific angle or rhythm to it, his moves were strictly instinctual and carnal, your nails finally finding your way down his back to keep yourself anchored to reality. 

“You´re so so so beautiful, fuck. Your lips - can´t stop thinking about them around my ah- cock. Will you show me?”  

You loved how broken his voice sounded. 

“Yeah, baby. Whatever you want.” 

He shuddered once again at your words, “I´m so close.” 

“Me too,” You nodded, still doing your very best to not let noises of pleasure escape past your lips – and kind of failing. 

“Let me hear you,” Mingi growls, managing to somehow snake his hand in between your bodies to start drawing quick circles on your clit. “Please, I love your voice.” 

You wouldn´t be able to hold back even if you wanted to.  

His chaotic rhythm had an appeal of its own, every broken moan that left his mouth drew you closer to the edge until you finally reached it. Your vision went black, nails digging into Mingi´s biceps so harshly you would feel bad for it later, every muscle in your body tightening as it all washed over you in a devastating wave, leaving your body in the form of gasps and breathy moans. 

“Oh my god, fuck,” Mingi cursed at the way your walls were clenching so tightly around him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” 

He wouldn´t slow down and you were still coming down from your high, twitching with the aftershocks as the oversensitivity quickly began to rise, but you decided to ignore it the best you couldand push through it - you could tell Mingi was close anyway with the way his thrusts became even more erratic, and his voice went up with every moan.  

You were mesmerized by his glossy unfocused eyes, the frown on his forehead, so frantic to get what he needed by ramming into you. He looked so pretty like this, you wanted to destroy him-  

Wow. 

Wait. 

Now where did that come from? 

“Shit, I´m gonna- Fuck, fuck.” 

You watched as his whole body froze for a second before violently shaking, his eyes shot so tightly he was probably seeing white as he continued thrusting into you to ride his orgasm to the end as you felt something warm hitting your walls. And his moans, oh his moans – I mean, you were not deaf, you had always been well-aware that Mingi had an attractive voice, but to hear it like this, so raw and relieved, was truly something else. 

Mingi let out one last broken cry as he slowly stopped moving, dropping his weight on top of you to catch his breath, chest heaving up and down against your ribcage as his muscles continued twitching here and there. You took advantage of the moment to get yourself together too, stabilizing your breathing and trying to figure out what the hell just happened as you two went down, but you also kind of expected Mingi to say something or try to joke around a bit to lessen the burden of the fact that the two of you just fucked - and when he didn´t, well, you started getting worried. 

You were mustering up the courage to say something after the two minutes of silence when the last thing you expected to happen, happened.  

Your eyes were blown wide, “Mingi-” 

“I can´t stop, I´m sorry-” He whined, his still rock-solid cock now slowly moving inside of you once again, rutting into you like he had absolutely no control over himself. 

He was still hard? 

Wasn´t this like his third time already? 

His whole body was shaking in overstimulation but he wouldn´t stop grinding into you, “I´m sorry.” 

“Mingi,” You tried pulling away from him thinking that´s what he was asking for. 

“No, don´t. Ah- Need you,” He desperately grabbed onto your thighs and wrapped them around his hips, your chests flushed against each other's as he hid his forehead on your neck to keep fucking deep into you. Literal whines of pain were leaving his lips, it was like he was an animal incapable of rational thoughts, and it was making you feel dizzy. 

“Mingi, love. You´re going to hurt yourself.” 

“No, feels so ah- Just one more,” He moaned, body shuddering. His whines got you clenching involuntarily around him, suddenly realizing you were kind of close to the edge already. “Please.” 

You felt a strong bite on your shoulder disguising a groan, the animalistic act crashed with how smoothly he was sliding in and out of you, but it also showed how deranged he was at the moment. You tightened your thighs around Mingi´s hips and pulled at the hair on his nape, not bothering with trying to cover up your moans anymore. 

Mingi took the action as permission and started gradually moving his hips faster, broken little whines getting louder and more frequent each second until he was once again supported by both his arms and pistoling into you.  

“I can´t - I can´t,” His voice was so shaky, so broken. “I - Please.” 

And then your whole world stopped as you watched the first tear roll down Mingi´s cheek. 

You were mesmerized, you wanted to frame it.  

“It hurts,” He whimpered, another tear falling, followed by another and then another.  

“You´re almost there,” You cooed, deciding to be useful to the poor giant man breaking down on top of you. “Aren´t you? So close.” 

Mingi nodded, blinking harshly to clear his vision which resulted in more tears running down his face. You just couldn´t help supporting your weight onto your elbow so you could lean up and hold his jaw, kissing the salty traces across his cheeks until his face was clean. He immediately started shaking, moans growing whinier and choppier, his thrusts started losing their patterns as he plowed into you like his life depended on it, entering a mental state he never knew existed before. 

His right hand grabbed your thigh with enough force to bruise it badly as he came for what you imagined was the fourth time in an hour, holding you so close that you could feel his cock hitting impossible places deep inside of you. Mingi was breathing so hard you were kind of worried for his well-being but the noises leaving his lips assured you he was feeling pleasure at least as his nose found its place on your neck once again. 

“Feeling better?” You asked once he had calmed down a little. 

“Kind of,” He pushed back to look at you with a low chuckle, his eyes looking a tad bit saner already. “But I also kind of need to eat you out.” 

You felt his dick twitch inside of you at his own words and how the fuck was that even possible? 

A painful whimper left his lips at the slight stimulation, already way past oversensitive, “Please?” 

 He had the nerve to pout. 

[accimperiu]

so, i've fallen down the "humans are weird" rabbit hole, and i couldn't help but notice most of it is about how humans are just really durable, adorable, friendly, how we'd pack bond with anything, about how we have such a hive-mind and empathy and determination to survive when things get rough, how we could survive things most other aliens would die from, how we could eat stuff that would poison other aliens, how we inject ink into our skin and pierce it with pieces of metal and drink toxic substances for the sake of entertainment..

it's always human defences and endurance

but i never see people talking about human **aggression**

like, imagine a spaceship happens to have several humans on it even if most residents are alien species, and two of the humans get in a fight.

and i'm not just talking physical, i'm sayin' all kinds of fights.

imagine if two humans got in a serious screaming match and genuinely hurt a few of the alien species sensitive to loud sounds as they watch, flabbergasted at how the two are literally yelling in each-other's faces without breaking a sweat or getting tired from it, while one of the sound-sensitive aliens literally passed out because it was SO loud

or imagine them simply being in shock after interacting with humans for a long time and having this image in their head of humans being so friendly and able to get along with anything and anyone, including stabby, or any predatory, aggressive species we just so happen to find cute. that image getting completely shattered seeing two of the humans they're friends with showing clear anger and aggression in a display they could only describe as "terrifying" in the most visceral sense of the word

or two humans getting in an actual physical fight, and here's where the *several* humans on ship part comes into play,

so the two are duking it out in a violent display of pure hatred while other humans, amused and thoroughly entertained by the violence that would already have put any of the less durable aliens out of commission gather around the fighting pair and start ominously chanting "FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT"

prior, the aliens hadn't dared intervene or get any closer because either way they recognized it as a danger

meanwhile some humans JOIN IN for absolutely no reason and it becomes a full on riot

and the aliens just stare like ?????

confused at why they'd find it so endearing, at why they'd literally join for no reason at all, horrified by even just a punch to the gut because to some of the more vulnerable aliens that's their equivalent of literally getting an organ ripped out of them and somehow STILL fighting and then ripping out an organ out of the opponent themselves

and most of all, if humans are capable of befriending aggressive, large predatory beings and getting along with practically everything,

what from the fresh pits of hell triggered two *humans* to fight *each other* of all creatures?

(that is, assuming aliens don't have much knowledge of our history, wars, politics, etc of course.)