#he'll show you

[mirdance]

Hi Kay!! Hope your day/evening/night is going well, and if it isn't, I hope it gets better soon!

I see you have some first kiss prompts and if possible, may I request "Wanna practice?" + "You just can't help yourself, can you?" with Kaeya?

Thank you! 💙

TW: oral sex. Biting. Kaeya's POV is not shown, but warning. It is 100% different. While the below seems fluffy in some parts, Kaeya's brain is on another level, which I might write sometime. He is a manipulative little shit.

Most of the knights got along decently enough. On bad weeks there was tension within the halls. Usually due to being overworked or a spat. On particularly awful weeks, breakups occurred. Lack of eye contact, silent lunches, etc. hit everyone like a Lawachurl until the awkwardness left a few weeks later. Nonetheless, it always made commissions difficult.

Which is why you'd never form a relationship with a co-worker, no matter the temptation.

Which may seem hypocritical to some, considering the gravel cutting into your knees as you sucked cock behind Angel's Share.

Kaeya was a sexual arrangement. No feelings were involved in the flirtatious banter. You both had needs, and you could both manage to take care of those needs quickly and without effort. Being a knight made you busy, and even though Kaeya was known for his scandalous talk, most days he was busy as well.

Everyone needed to hug four times a day. That's what Killion said, anyway. You and Kaeya sort of hugged. There was cuddling sometimes, time permitting. Of course, you'd rather be cuddling against someone else.

Kaeya weaved his fingers through your hair and gripped a chunk of strands. "Where's that pretty face wandering off to, hm? Didn't expect a tease, but I'm here for it. If you're going to stop sucking, though, you should at least use your tongue to lap the underside."

You knew this, but with your mouth full, you didn't really feel like saying otherwise. You rolled your tongue and flicked the underside of his shaft. It promoted a compliment and a series of groans.

"If you're thinking of someone else," Kaeya chuckled as he gently pushed your head until the blue hairs of his groin ticked your nose. "I don't mind. The more the merrier. But I'd prefer you stay grounded."

You nodded and hummed. Salvia mixed with precum trickled down your throat as you hummed, irritating it into a cough. Even so, you continued. Irritation only spurred you on.

He sighed. "Fuck, your throat constricting is..." Kaeya pushed your chin and pulled his cock out of your mouth hole. "But you're not into it as much as usual. What's up, cupcake?"

Ugh. What an awful nickname. He started calling you that when you ate a cupcake for breakfast once. He thought it was hilarious for some reason. "I'm doing just fine, thanks. Maybe you're the one with the problem."

Kaeya tsked and bent to his haunches. His fingers brushed the sweaty strands of hair that stuck to your forehead. "Irritated, are we? I don't mind a brat, but the glare is quite terrifying."

Had you been glaring? Maybe so. It wasn't towards Kaeya by any means. Kaeya was beautiful, friendly, always reaching out with an ear. Of course each piece of information supplied to the man could be used against you.

"Well, maybe we should switch positions then. A break off the knees, perhaps? Is what I'd say if I didn't know you." He smirked. "And do I know you. Typically," he pointed a finger at your knee and traced the indentions of gravel that reached around. "When on your knees, your body hardly stays still. I have to hold your head steady to get the friction I need to cum. But you're just so lovely there, squirming and sloppy. Your hips grind at the air. Your whines vibrate around my cock. Like a dog after a treat. It's the perfect start before I go down on you or enter your other hole. Because you're drenched already without anyone touching you at all. Your disappointed whines whenever I stop fucking your throat...I could get off just on the sound of it. You love choking on my cock, and what we have here is not enjoyment, my dear."

"I'm just...life in general has me down, I suppose." Hopefully that answer would be a good enough supply. Knowing Kaeya, it would not.

Welp. What could you say to that? Heat rose through your chest, and you cleared your throat. "Thanks for reading my mail, appreciate the warning."

"My pleasure," Kaeya sang. He patted his lap. "Now, sit on daddy Kaeya's lap and tell him what's wrong."

"Seriously? You're just being nosy."

"Maybe I am. I'm still serious."

"Fine." You reluctantly sat on his lap as Kaeya brought the two of you to ground level. It had been hard to take the man seriously when his dick was still erect and bouncing beneath his torso, anyway.

Neither spoke for a moment. Only the distant murmur of drunkards and the late autumn wind reached your ears. You shivered.

He reached for your chin to meet his gaze. Instead, you rested your head against his chest. You'd been avoiding eye contact this entire time, and you wouldn't break that now. It burned. The only thing to keep you grounded now was his constant erection against your ass.

"You know Killion," you inquired.

Kaeya chuckled and pulled you closer out of the wind. "Oh? Your crush? ...Don't go, it's obvious." He playfully held you tighter against him. "He's handsome but kinda a disappointment. Good family, good grades, a knight in shining armor. Delicious freckles. Extremely boring personality."

"Cruel," you chided. "Are you always this judgemental?"

"Judgemental is my middle name." He circled your shoulder with his forefinger and dipped beneath the hem of your shirt. "Should I go on?"

You inhaled. "No, I get it. But he's so nice."

"Oh? Since when did you like nice guys?"

"I don't know!" You huffed. "I just do. At least, with him. And..." Your eyes glazed over. "Have you seen the mole near his upper lip?"

Kaeya laughed and pulled the hem further. "I can't deny that. It is sexy. Don't you just want to take a bite?"

"Yeah, exactly," you agreed, nodding excitedly. Kaeya of all people would understand.

"What would you do to those lips if you had the chance?" The shirt fell further, exposing your shoulder to the chill air.

"Oh, what I'd do..." You hummed in thought.

"Don't tell me my little whore has never kissed another person?"

You rolled your eyes. "I have, just not you."

"Well well, I'm wounded. Why don't we practice then?" His fingers danced across the back of your neck. "I've heard Killion is quite the kisser. Wouldn't want to go disappointing the man."

You exhaled as his fingers rubbed the bottom of your neck. "Sure."

His lips crashed into yours as he gripped the back of your head and pushed your mouth onto his. It was neither graceful nor soft, nothing like how you imagined Killion. But it was how you craved it. Blood, salt, and the slimy taste of salvia that dribbled down the side of your mouth. Kaeya trailed his tongue across the corners of your lips. Your ass moved against his erection; he met your pace.

"So you do enjoy making out," Kaeya murmured into your lips. You could only respond by biting his lower lip. His chest vibrated in a groan.

"If you keep grinding into me, I'm going to cum all over your ass," he groaned. Goosebumps dotted your neck as his breath tickled the forming bruise. "But..." his cool fingers slid down your navel. "You just can't help yourself, can you? You wanna bounce on my cock that bad," he asked patronizingly.

"Cheeky." He yanked your head to the side and bit your neck.

You shrieked. It was nothing like the hickeys you'd received before. It was all sinking teeth. Deliberate and forceful. The teeth turned to sucking. Like a hot water bottle against a wound. Your curses melted into sloppy moans. You gripped his shirt, ignoring the tearing sounds your nails made against the fabric.

You nodded all too quickly.

"You forget..." He gave the bruise one last kiss before moving his lips onto yours. "You're supposed to be practicing with me. So put that mouth to good use, and I might give you a little treat."

His hand danced at the hem of your pants as you hungrily met his mouth. He held your hips down from grinding into him with just a single palm, forcing you to work on kissing him, work on tasting his tongue, and forcing you to remove all thoughts of anything other than the name Kaeya and his wet lips destroying yours.

[aunmenosheteroenespanol]

2.12 Chimney Begins - 2.09 Hen Begins - 2.16 Bobby Begins Again - 7.04 Buck, Bothered and Bewildered

Tommy's family arc

[killjoy-prince]

House M.D. but it's when House says Wilson's name

[hisui-dreamer]

imagine being a stay-at-home spouse with jade, and every time you're bored and want to surprise your husband, you embroider tiny, different mushrooms into different articles of clothing. a little mushroom at the end of his sleeve, a mushroom on his pockets on his jeans, a mushroom over his heart of his cardigan...

by the time he comes home, you shower him in affection, staying still and letting him lean his weight on you as he recharges. and when he asks you what you've been up to for the day, you giddily pull out the article of clothing and show him your artwork, and the gentle smile that curls his lips is more than enough for you to believe all the accidental needle pricks weren't in vain.

he wears that article of clothing as often as possible, showing off to his friends and colleagues about what an endearing and talented his spouse is, and from the way his eyes sparkle when he's talking about you, every one knows how devoted and down bad he is for you

[crows-home]

a basic summary of the latest chapter of my fic. infinite has a captive audience! based on this part of a comment i got that absolutely killed me:

Sonic: *held captive in an isolation cell with little to no stimulation for like two months while knowing his friends are out there risking their lives, handles it impressively well*

Infinite: Anyway here’s my Sonadow PowerPoint presentation

Sonic: M E N T A L B R E A K D O W N

[naffeclipse]

What if Eclipse from AP was a naga? And this took place in the deep jungle of the amazon, where photographer y/n is trying to take pictures of the wildlife?

I'm vibrating at the speed of sound over this ask while also nudging my naga au

Naga Eclipse from AP would have the tail of a Green Anaconda, with an olive green scaly color dotted with black, framed by burning-like flares of orange along the length of his slithery body. He's also decorated with orange-yellow striping on either side of his long, slipper form. His upper half is scaley with a lithe deadliness to his musculature and decorated by frills surrounding his head with brighter orange-yellow colors, almost hypnotic in their gradient hues. One eye is deep emerald green, and one is midnight blue.

Lucky you—you're out on a once-in-a-lifetime expedition to explore a jungle closed off to the public, funded by Fazco, and occupied by two researchers who will be your bunkmates for the next few weeks. You're itching to take photos of the large river, including swamps, marshes and streams, and whatever wildlife is out there.

The few locals you did meet before you left to hike the rest of the way to what would be your new, isolated home warned you of a dangerous snake—a large, mythical beast. You take note of the local folklore. You understand the truth is hidden in there somewhere, and you are well aware of the dangers and diseases you could be met with in such a harsh environment, but you're determined.

It doesn't take long for you to feel eyes watching you when you first venture out by yourself. You take beautiful pictures of freshwater fish, big and beautiful, unlike any you have ever seen. Of course, you have hundreds of snapshots of the local flora, the trees, the floating meadows, the thick vines that drape each branch and hang thickly about the ground. You almost forget that you eerily don't feel alone.

But you swear something moves in the water—the ripples stop as soon as you look. The stillness is suddenly stiff, lifeless. Even the birds have stopped chirping.

You lower your camera and carefully put it away. A trickle of fear slips into your heart. You turn away from the river's edge only to be met by a low hiss and a creature, unlike anything you witnessed in your travels, spooling itself neatly out of the water, blocking your path to the base. An incredible creature with long arms and a great, serpentine tail that seems to stretch for yards and yards. You can hardly breathe in his presence—he's otherworldly with his frills and scales and fangs.

His eyes contain a mesmerizing shine as if staring into a fire as it burns or watching the ocean as it laps up against the beach, drawing your attention, demanding you don't look away. You couldn't anyway. Half-frozen, you struggle to keep from collapsing. He beckons with a sharp talon. He hisses softly for you to come closer, mouse. He wants to see you. You try to beg no without revealing how terribly you tremble. He doesn't let you go. He insists. His eyes flash with an allure. You almost step close when he murmurs that you need to be good.

But then your sense of survival kicks adrenaline into your heart, and you turn to run—

He strikes faster than your eyes can follow. Two loops of his green and orange tail surrounded you in an instant. You're dragged to the ground, your arms pinned under his mass, and the back of your head cradled by his large palm as powerful muscles squeeze you in the slightest—a gentle rebuke for thinking you could get away. You're hyper-aware of the terrifying bulk of muscles as you lie trapped in his coils. One strong twist and your eyes could pop out of your skull, and every bone protecting your heart and lungs would crumble to shards. You gasp. An urge to kick your legs and struggle erupts in your panic; a sinking feeling tells you it would only make things worse.

He coos over you, hissing and humming in an ancient song of the jungle you have no name for. When you whimper, he shushes you and strokes your cheek. He tells you how lovely you'll be. When you talk back to him, somehow finding your tongue amid your horror, you find out his name. Eclipse. He moves you more upright, resting you on his tail so you're not petrified by how vulnerable you feel lying down, but he never loosens his scaly bindings. He hovers over you. You gaze into his stunning frills of yellow-orange and wonder how a being like him came to exist. He studies you as you study him. He grins at how you shiver when he traces your collarbone with a sharp fingertip.

You remind yourself that you can still breathe. He hasn't crushed you—yet—but you don't like how wide his smile is. Sometimes, his jaw stretches a little too long as if dislocating from his skull, ready to devour you. His eyes gleam with a ravenousness as scales twist around you, holding you close enough to smell the slick green water he had been in and deep musk.

He tells you that he'll see you again very soon—away from other humans, lest you bring him a fine gift for a meal. You can only flex your fingers, silently pleading in your heart that he won't unhook his jaw and eat you alive.

Then, he unravels himself from your limbs. But before he lets you go entirely, he leans in close, his serpentine tongue flickering close to your neck and by your hair, tasting the air around you as you muster all your strength to not scream. He inhales deeply, pleased, before he murmurs, "Sweet mouse. You are mine. Say it."

You don't understand, but you echo his command, and when he taps your chin once in what might have been a loving gesture, you force your jelly legs to solidify before you run and run, all the way back to base. You slam the door to your room behind you. You touch your ribs, your arms, still caught in the heavy sensation of his loops as if he were upon you right now.

The stories are true—there is a giant snake in this jungle, and he wants you. You're afraid to discover if Eclipse's intrigue with you is only an exotic way to satisfy his hunger.

[levitiquee]

Cold outside.

“Levi, whatcha making?”

“Mm.”

-

It was a question you asked him everyday. Everyday when you caught him back in the couch with his crochet tools, his hands moving as he looped the hook one after another. And it was a question he ignored everyday.

But you watched eagerly. Even without two fingers, how he managed to keep working so effortlessly and flawlessly was mind-blowing to you, because the last time you attempted it, you ended up with only a huge mess of yarn. Yet, he did it as easily as if he’d been doing it for years.

After the war ended, the two of you found yourself with these huge stretched periods of free time that none of you know what to do with. It was specially harder for him, living his whole life constantly working, never taking a second to relax. Work is all he ever knew. Now that it was all over, he was overwhelmed how absurdly long days are. Not that he actually minded, he absolutely loved having more hours to spend with you. But it was the feeling of uselessness that took over him. With his physical state, there wasn’t a lot of physical activities he could do to keep himself busy either.

That’s when you started experimenting. You started trying out things with him, cooking, reading, sewing (He was good at all of them) but surprisingly it was crochet that stuck with him. (Despite his initial protests that it was for old people and how it doesn’t suit him.) So, since then, you often found him sitting on the couch, fiddling with his yarn and hooks and whatsonot. He’s even made a lot of little household things and so, though he gets embarrassed whenever he sees you actually using them. You adored them though, they were beautiful.

It was only recently he started working on a certain something. Something he refused to tell you or even let you see it. And curiosity ate you up from inside, (Because what could it possibly be that he has to hide from you?), but you always gave up after trying for a few minutes, because first of all, the man was absolutely stubborn and pestering Levi usually never ended well.

But you asked the question everyday.

“Are you ever gonna tell me what you’re making?”

“Maybe. If you stop bugging me.”

“Is it for me?’’ You asked, grinning. “Is that why you’re shy?”

He never answered, only shifted his work a little more out of your sight.

You still watched him though. How could you not? It was such an elegant sight, the way he has his eyes all narrowed in concentration, fingers working carefully. Sometimes, he does this thing where he bites down on his lip, and you don’t think he even realizes that, but holy shit, did it get you feeling all gooey.

But then again,everything Levi Ackerman does has you feeling that way.

-

“What’s taking you so long?” You called out, rubbing your hands together. It was the end of December, it only started snowing since last weekend. To say the weather was freezing would be an understatement, Levi practically had to drag you out of the covers every morning. And even now, all bundled up in jackets and sweaters and gloves and socks, you could still feel the cold poking your skin. You puffed out little foggy breaths, watching them as they faded away.

“You’re shivering, idiot.”

Hand clasped on your shoulder, turning you around. Before you even got to blink, Levi was wrapping something warm around your neck clumsily.

"It's cold outside." He muttered under his breath as an explanation.

You let out a sigh of relief almost immediately, soaking in the bundle of heat. It was so soft, fluffy, warm and…

A scarf?

Your hands reached out to feel it, and it was as you thought.

You looked up and Levi was already turning away, grabbing your hand and tugging you forward.

“Wait!” You stopped him, pulling back your hands.

“What? Weren’t you the one eager to go for a walk?” He turned around, looking at you, confused.

“But..” You trailed off, looking down at the white wool, fingers still feeling the softness. “Did you..did you make this Levi?”

Levi was silent for a few seconds, then gave the slightest nod, his eyes on the ground.

Your jaw dropped.

“No way.”

“...do you not like it?” He glanced up, voice timid. Almost as if he’s scared you’ll say no.

You stared at him in disbelief.

“Are you kidding?” You blinked, you were feeling so many things, you couldn’t even begin to sort them out. “Levi..that’s what you’ve been doing? This is for me?”

“You’re the one wearing it, aren’t you?”

You swallowed, choking on your emotions. Levi showing affection such way was so rare, but when he really did, they were always things you never even thought of. When he did something, he always gave his most.

You brought up one hand to wipe the little tears that formed on your eyes. “Oh wow, I’m crying.” You let out a little laugh. “I might start bawling,.”

“What the–” He frowned, reaching out to you but hand pausing midair, unsure what to do. “I’m…sorry?”

“Oh, Levi, it’s not that.” You let out a half snort. This absolute clueless idiot.

“Well, you’re acting weird. Did you like it or not?”

“I..” You inhaled. “Levi, you fool. I love it.”

And Levi exhaled, his shoulders finally relaxing. “That’s..” He mumbled, glancing at you. “That’s good then.”

And you stared at him for a few seconds, relief washed over his features. His cold gray eyes holding a warmth that was only ever reserved for you. The tips of his ear and nose were red, as it always was when he was flustered or embarrassed. There were flakes of snow on his hair, the night breeze blowing his bangs away from his face, ruining what was always so carefully combed.

He looked like an angel. Something ethereal sent from the heavens above.

It was so surreal, you had to pinch yourself.

“Ow.” You mumbled.

He was quick to grab your hand. “Now, what the hell was that for?” He demanded.

“Huh?” You looked up, still in a daze. “Just..” And your face broke into a stupid, stupid smile. You suddenly felt so unbelievably gleeful. “Just really happy.”

He wasn’t sure what one had to do with the other, but he stared at you. Unpredictable, always so. But it was so easy to make you happy. It makes him feel sometimes as though he doesn't deserve this.

Even after so many years of being with you, your smile had never failed to tug his heart. And suddenly, he felt like that young teenager he was when he first met you, when he couldn’t even greet you casually without stuttering over his words. Just as flustered, just as stupid, just as shy.

Next thing you know, he was pulling you by the very scarf, leaning down to press his lips against yours, trying to tell you all the things he never really had the courage to say out loud. That he was so grateful. And he wants to say thank you, thank you for staying alive, for not leaving, for giving him a chance, for always sticking with him, for giving him a taste of what living feels like.

And he's telling you I love you over and over, he hopes this is enough. Enough for you to convey how his heart feels because his tongue geys tied up everytime he tries. He wishes he could burn the words against your lips. Because he's always so scared that you might never really understand how grateful he is and how important you are.

"I love you."

You pulled away to breathe, stumbling out the words, exhaling out a cloud of fog. You looked up, wide eyes reassuring him you know. Reassuring him that It's okay if he never really says it, but you know.

“I love this and I love you.”

Levi gulped and nodded, hoping to let you know that he felt the same. Except he was a coward and you were not.

It was enough for you though. You shot a bright grin, cheeks all red. Giddily, you grabbed his hand, pulling him along.

“Easy.” He said. “You’ll slip.”

You hummed, waving away his words. “I’m never taking it off by the way.”

“Yeah sure.”

“I’m serious. And I’m going to show it off to everyone.”

“Uh-huh.”

And then you blabbered some more nonsense things that he couldn’t really focus on as he was more busy watching you and the way your eyes shone.

“I love you,” He whispers quietly to himself.

Maybe one day, he’ll finally be able to say that out loud.

[zoe-oneesama]

What, your dad doesn’t have a personal assistant that you have to talk through Marinette?

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[orange-catsidy]

this pic kills me cuz it looks like renee wanted to get a photo of both of them kissing mox but rj decided not to push his luck

[arthursfuckinghat]

"I was gonna say you're like a son to me.. but you're more than that."

"It ain't that complicated!"

How quickly that shoulder pat of comfort turned into a condescending one.

[agathabridgerton]

colin 🤝 anthony: making an heir in s3

[seance]

STEDE BONNET / THE GENTLEMAN PIRATE / CAPTAIN OF THE REVENGE

[nessberry]

"yue qingyuan deserves to know the truth about sqq." well yes but also, it would completely destroy his life bc he literally would not rest until he found shen jiu again. He would actually he horrified to think he had left xiao jiu all by himself for several years AGAIN. Ended up in shen yuans world without his memories? He's finding him. With his memories? He's finding him. He's actually still in his actual body, but isn't the main consciousness? Qi ge is bringing him back out, I fear. He woke up in some rando book extras body? He's finding him. He ended up in a whole other mxtx book? YUE QINGYUAN WILL FIND HIM

Doesn't matter if it takes him a day or a month or a year or 800 years or 1600 years he'll find Shen Jiu again

[xysidhequeen]

Take your time of answering this. No rush 😊

I’m curious after Jason been knighted as a Red Knight and first dealing with the Flash Fam screwing up the flow of time… Again…

A Flash: messes up the timestream

Jason:

Now, keep in mind Jason had been fucking with the Flash Fam prior to being formally knighted. Being knighted as Fright Knight(or Red Knight in this case) just gives him a bit of a power up and also gives him a good deal of authority in the 'Realms.

Now what was really scary was the first time Jason went after a Flash fucking with the timestream while in his Red Knight armor.

Just. This hulking suit of armor and ghostly flames running at them like the Terminator and. They're the FLASH fam. They're supposed to be the fastest people around. Yet they can't outrun this full on armored tank of a being.

When he catches up to whichever Flash is responsible he just scruffs them like misbehaving kittens and shakes them.

"Stop. Fucking. With. Time. You. Little. Shit." And a few more shakes for good measure. And whichever Flash it is just nods meekly. Because what else are you gonna do when this man who is more built than Superman, faster than you, who is coated in black and red armor literally radiating flames picks you up like you weigh nothing more than a wet paper bag and scolds you like a puppy who piddled on the carpet?

You agree and then offer to buy him chilidogs. (All of the Flash Fams know the big tank dude likes chilidogs, the skinny eldritch nightmare likes burgers)

Danny and Jason are the Flash Fam's version of those scary sea stories sailors tell each other. They're what goes bump in the night.

[politemagic]

everyone say congratulations to the first time homeowners!

edit: i may or may not have been inspired to write some headcanons based on this, if you're interested

[breadandblankets]

something I think u have to do if you make everyone else in the batfam a meta/magic user/bender/special abilities haver of some variation is make Duke the inverse

listen he's the only meta right? the only one with powers? if you make everyone Else have powers than what's his schtick??

(I mean other than being a genius teen activist and hero well in his own rights before Batman even sneezed in his direction but you and I both know no one cares about that -_-)

its about the Contrast okay