#heads up for ns/fw content though

[transdilucs]

Long time no art! Have a Al-Haitham photo study from twitter

[constantmourning]

Appreciation

[Eustass Kid x Fem!Chubby!Reader x Killer]

Summary: You want to show Kid and Killer just how much you appreciate them, even if you are slightly nervous.

Warnings: NS/FW, 18+. MINORDS DNI!, Virgin!Reader, Princess!Reader, no use of y/n, cream pie, unprotected sex, oral sex (f! Receiving), voyeurism, pet names (darling/princess), slight degradation, praise.

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: This came to me while I was working on a request. ALSO! I normally write in past tense, or whatever, but I wrote present tense with this one, hopefully it isn't too jarring. There is so much I wanted to touch on in this that I didn't so expect more Kid/Reader/Killer content.

Panic has set in. Your hands are shaking, your legs are trembling, and you’re having trouble keeping your eyes focused on Kid. He looks smug. He’s sitting on his bed, his hands clasped together in his lap. You watch him with anticipation.

“You know,” He smirks, “I’ve never considered sharing until now. Though, I think I’d enjoy sharing you with Killer.”

You want to puke. You were the one that had even mentioned anything, and yet, here you are, suddenly very anxious but extremely horny. You swallow hard and watch Kid with anticipation. He stands up stalks towards you. He walks right by you and you tense. You turn your face, looking at him as he opens his door.

“Where are you going?” You furrow your brows.

“To get Killer.” He says it so matter of fact. Your stomach flips. You’re stunned. “Unless you want the honor of bringing him back here?”

You shake your head, in an absolute daze. Kid shrugs and leaves the room. You are left alone in the Captain’s Quarters… Left alone with your thoughts. And your head is spinning. You take in a steady breath and think about what you had just done.

You had followed Kid back to his quarters to confess your feelings. “You haven’t been drinking, have you?” He had asked. You only told him no. He was confused as to where this sudden confidence was coming from. “Okay.” Kid nodded, “Continue.” You really didn’t have a choice but to tell him what you were thinking after that. So you told him. Everything.

“Kid,” You trailed off, “it’s about you and Killer.” Kid was frozen in thought as you talked to him. “I like both of you, a lot! I-” You inhaled sharply, closing your eyes, “I was never in a relationship before, because you know, the nobility didn’t allow it… But, I only thought it was right to tell you, you are my captain after all.”

It kept replaying over in your head. Kid watching you closely as you confessed your feelings. Now, you are stuck in his room, waiting for his return. Footsteps catch your attention and you are on high alert. You perk up and Kid opens the door, Killer walking in behind him. You instinctively take a step back, the two large men looming over you. Killer seems curious.

“What’d you tell him?” You cock your head at Kid.

“Nothing.” Kid steps aside, leaving you in front of Killer, “You get to tell him.”

Killer is immediately interested in what is going on. He perks up and waits for you to tell him what’s going on. Kid motions for you to speak and you tell him what you had told Kid, but the words aren’t forming. “Um, this is all new to me.” You give an awkward smile. “Y’know I used to be a princess and all-”

“Get on with it!” Kid is about to bust.

“I like you and Kid.” You blurt out. “There! I said it.” You cross your arms and pout at Kid.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it, Princess.” Kid places his hand on your shoulder. You refrain from rolling your eyes.

Killer cocks his head. You can tell he is looking between you and Kid. “You’re okay with this?” He is facing Kid.

Kid lets out a loud laugh. “I couldn’t imagine sharing her with anyone else.”

“In that case-” Killer is ready to pounce, “-when do we start?”

“Not yet!” You put your hands up. “I’m not ready, physically,” or mentally, “I would like to actually feel cute-”

“You’re always cute, Princess.” Killer reassures you. You can hear him smiling as he speaks.

“So, you wanna do this?” Kid cocks a brow at you.

“Of course! I want this. I want both of you.” You nod at them, enthusiastically. “Give me about twenty minutes to get ready. I'll be right back, I promise!” You are calming your nerves. Kid nods and lets you leave his quarters. You make your way towards your room and once you reach it, you close and lock the door. You inhale shakily, back against the wood.

You remember the cut dress you had snagged recently, and look through other cute things you could wear. You were at a loss when you couldn’t find any cute underwear. You hadn’t planned on doing anything like this, so you never got any cute underwear. You groan. ‘What would Kid do?’ You think to yourself. So you do the only thing that you can think of…

You quickly finish getting ready. You throw the dress on and look at yourself in the mirror. You feel extra cute. The dress hugs you nicely, fitting all of your curves. You do a spin and smile to yourself. You fix up your hair and catch your breath, remembering why you are getting ready.

You inhale through your nose and exhale quietly through your mouth, your eyes locking with your own in the mirror. You turn around and make your way out of your room and back towards the Captain’s quarters. Back towards Kid and Killer.

You don’t knock, you figure that would piss Kid off. Instead, you swing the door open, shut it, and lock it tight. You turn back around and smile awkwardly at Kid and Killer. Kid, who is sitting on the edge of his bed, smirks at you. Killer is sitting on a chair on the other side of the room. Both of them look like they want to jump on you. Your back is flesh with the door and you look between Kid and Killer.

“Now what?” You ask, innocently. Kid is riled up immediately. He stands from his bed, and Killer follows suit. They are both on within seconds. And, suddenly, you’re realizing just how big they are. They’re massive as they loom over you. You always knew they were tall, but now, with them looming over you, knowing they want to rip the dress from your body, they seemed so much more intimidating.

Kid grabs you and pulls you away from the door. Killer immediately slots himself behind you and his hands are on your hips. You are left staring up at Kid, who is most definitely reveling in your reaction at the moment. His eyes meet yours and he leans down, his fingers touching your face. You lean into his rough hand and shut your eyes. You take the calmness in, something tells you it won’t be like this much longer.

“Do you care about this dress?” Kid asks, his metal hand reaching for the soft fabric.

You snatch it from his grasp and huff, “Yes I do! If you tear this dress up I think I might cry.”

Kid rolls his eyes, “You’ve been with us for almost six months now, and you’re gonna cry over a dress? Pathetic.” This causes you to pout at him. He groans, “Fine, I won’t rip it off.” Kid turns from you and walks towards the chair that is across the room.

“What are you-?”

“I’m giving Killer the floor.” Kid grabs it, scoots it ever so closer to you, and sits down. “Killer, remember, she’s royalty, we have to break ‘er in.”

“Break me-” You stutter on the words, “Break me in!?” You look back at Killer, who is removing his helmet and you freeze. His blue eyes meet yours and you blink up at him. ‘Oh no,’ your head is spinning, ‘he’s hot.’ Killer smirks down at you, knowing you like what you see, and his hands grip your waist.

“Don’t worry, Princess, I’ll be gentle.”

“Enjoy it,” Kid snorts, “cause I won’t be.”

Killer easily pins you against the wall and your breathing is heavy. He dips down, his lips inches from yours. You're dizzy from the sudden movement. “Tell me, Your Highness,” Killer’s eyes are locked onto you. You want to look away, but you can’t, you’re stuck, “ever been close to someone like this?”

Your eyes cut to Kid, who seems just as curious. You feel weird answering, but you do anyway. “Um, sorta?” You recall a time before Kid got a hold of you. “There was a prince I kissed, but we never really went further than that.” You bite the inside of your lip. “We weren’t supposed to be together so we’d hide in the closet and make out, I guess? That’s all that happened with that though.” You let out a nervous laugh at the memories, “And then, y’know, the whole castle was pillaged…”

The vibe immediately changes. Killer can’t decide if he needs to give you space or not. The tears pricking your eyes tell him yes. He goes to move back, but you latch onto him, bringing him back.

“But then you two showed up.” You cup Killer’s face and take a steady breath in. “I wouldn’t be alive if it weren't for you two.”

Kid groans and you look over at him, “Come on! Fucking kiss before I come over there myself.”

You and Killer look away from Kid and back at each other. He gives you a look, almost asking if you’re still okay. You nod. Killer doesn’t hesitate to kiss you. His lips meet yours and he’s ravenous. He kisses you fervently, and his hands are gripping your hips like a lifeline. You know that’s going to be one of the many potential bruises for you to deal with in the morning.

Your hands drop from Killer’s face and to his shoulders, your arms snaking around his neck. As soon as Killer’s tongue runs across your bottom lip, you open your mouth for him. You, briefly, wonder what Kid’s doing, just watching you, and then you hear a groan from him and don’t wonder for much longer.

“Take her to the bed.” Kid grunts.

Killer pulls away from you and easily picks you up, toting you to the bed. “You sure are bossy!” You yelp as your back hits the sheets.

“I’m your captain!” Kid bellows.

Your eyes cut to him and you notice him rubbing himself through his pants. Your eyes widen and Kid gives you the smuggest smile you have ever seen. He doesn’t look away from you as he unzips his pants and pulls his cock out. Killer, somehow not even acknowledging Kid or his dick, holds himself above you. His lips hit your neck and your eyes are glued to your Captain.

Kid, through soft grunts, begins to laugh, “Look at our little princess,” Kid adjusts himself in the seat, leaning back, “Can’t even keep her eyes off of her captain while you give her all the attention.”

Killer pulls up, to see if that is true. Your stare shifts to him and he feigns hurt. Kid does not let that bother him at all. You swallow hard and wait for Killer to do something, anything. “Well,” He pushes himself up and stands over the bed. All of your attention is on him now, “I’ll give you a reason to focus on me.”

You furrow your brows. You have zero time to respond. Killer, standing at the end of the bed, grabs you by your hips and swiftly pulls you towards him. He drops down on his knees and begins to hike your dress up.

“Oh?” Killer smiles at you, and that catches Kid’s attention. You cover your face, heat prickles across your cheeks.

“What?” Kid barks. It sends chills down your spine. Killer lifts your dress up further and Kid catches a glimpse of your bare hip. “No underwear?”

He is constantly smug, you’ve decided. You nod. “Did’n have any cute ones…”

Killer holds your thighs and brings your attention to him once again. “Keep your eyes on me, Princess.” Killer’s voice is low, intoxicating. You have no choice but to listen. His large hands pull your thighs apart. Your hands cover your face and Killer clicks his tongue. “Uh-uh.” He leans up, pulling your hands from your face. “You gotta look at me. Be good, keep your eyes on me.”

The way he says it… You’re putty in his hands. Pliable. All his. Killer gives you a quick kiss and lowers himself back to your legs. He looks up at you from his position and all you can see is your scrunched up dress resting on your stomach and his eyes. Killer’s grip on your thighs is rough again and you let him pull your legs apart. His eyes never leave yours. He leans down to kiss your thighs and struggle briefly.

“What’s wrong, darling?” You feel Killer pout against your thigh as he speaks into the soft skin. You want to curl up and die. You take a short breath in and mumble a ‘nothing’. Killer isn’t having any of that. “Something is wrong.”

You grip the sheets to keep from covering your face. “I feel- I don’t want you to see my stretch marks… that close up.” Your eyes are on the ceiling before dropping back down to Killer. He doesn’t respond. Not with words. Instead, he gently kisses the first one sees. Your eyes are glued to Killer’s. He won’t look away. And you don’t either.

“Good girl,” He mumbles against your skin. A shiver is sent down your spine.

“Fuck!” Kid yells from his seat. “Would you get to it? I’ve been edging myself for ten minutes.”

“It’s not been that long!” You snap back. You shock yourself. Kid and Killer freeze. Killer’s smile widens, you can feel his teeth against your skin. Kid looks like he’s ready to get up and throw Killer back, and take care of you himself. Your wide, fearful eyes stop him.

Kid lets out a low, primal growl, “Don’t do that again.”

I might, you think to yourself, if you’ll make that noise again. You look back down at Killer and ask him to continue. He obliges. He kisses and nips up your thigh. He pulls you further down towards him, your dress sliding further up your back. You are practically in his mouth at this point. He’s hovering over you and you are waiting with bated breath. Your chest is rising and falling quickly from anticipation.

Killer's tongue darts out and he licks a stripe up your pussy. You jerk away instinctively. “Sorry,” You squeak out, “Please don’t stop.” Your voice strained. Killer does not stop. He spreads you open with his fingers and his tongue hits your clit. You let out a soft moan and your hand covers your mouth.

“No,” Kid speaks through gritted teeth, “I wanna hear ya. Be loud. Killer, make our Princess scream.”

Kid continues to rub one out as Killer pulls back long enough to give his captain an ‘okay’, and he dives back in. Back into you. Your eyes don’t leave his; he’s being so observant, so attentive to you. You completely forget about how harshly he’s holding onto you. Your hips buck, and he’s quick to push them back down, holding you in place. You’re moaning out for him, his name a mantra falling from your lips.

As you’re left a moaning mess, you peek over at Kid, who seems to be well on his way to his first orgasm. And so are you. Killer’s mouth is focusing solely on your clit now, and you feel a finger push into you. Your jaw goes slack. Your eyes shut tight. Killer does not let up. You’re gripping at the sheets and a string of noises escapes you.

“Wanna see her come undone,” Kid grunts, “make ‘er cum.”

Killer does not disobey his Captain. His finger curls inside of you and you are left reeling. You are coming undone fast. “Fuck!” You yell, almost a high pitch squeal. You reach for Killer, your fingers tangling in his hair.  “So close. I’m gonna-” Killer doesn’t let you finish your sentence. You’re left seeing stars and moaning out. You pull gently at his soft hair. Killer groans in response.

Coming down, you look over at Kid once more. He has spilled into his own hand. You catch your breath and look at Killer. He stands from his position and leans over you again. He gives you a gentle kiss. “You were so good, so good for me.” You nuzzle into his neck as he speaks. He looks over at Kid, who seems to already be getting hard again. “Your turn?”

You remember Kid wants to fuck you too. A heat is pooling between your legs again. Kid stands up, causing Killer to remove himself from you. You’re suddenly very cold and very vulnerable. You are left blinking at Kid. He motions for you to stand. You oblige. You push yourself up and stand, your dress falling back down. Kid watches how it hugs you and you reflexively wrap your arms around your stomach.

“You keep hiding yourself,” Kid seems annoyed. “We will break you of that.” Kid leaves you staring at him with wide eyes. He sighs, “You are stunning, you shouldn't hide yourself like that. I wanna show you just what you do to me.” Kid brings you closer to him, you can feel his cock against you. “This your first time?” You bite back the bratty answer and nod. “I guess I can go easier on ya.”

Kid steps back from you and heads towards the top of his bed. You see him make a motion towards Killer and he’s on you again. While Kid situates himself, Killer is getting you ready. Killer pulls you in for a kiss and his hands roam towards the soft fabric of your dress. He begins to pull at it, dragging it up your body. You raise your arms and let him take it off of you. It hits the ground and you are left feeling vulnerable once again.

A whistle comes from behind you and you turn your head over your shoulder, your face hotter than before. Kid whistles again, a little louder this time. He compliments your ass and you make a face at him. Killer turns you back to him and gives you another kiss. “You’re being such a good girl, continue doing that. Okay?” He kisses you on the forehead and sends you to Kid after you agree.

Kid, now completely naked, motions for you to sit on his lap. You can’t help but look at his cock. You’re nervous again. Kid’s smirk widens. “Like what you see?” He lets out a loud laugh. You get on his bed and make your way towards him. You straddle Kid’s torso, hovering above him, your thighs on either side of him. Kid’s metal arm is resting beside him and he sees you looking at it. He raises his hand and the cool metal touches you. Goosebumps rise on your skin. You inhale sharply and Kid watches you closely.

Killer, who is sitting in the chair now, is also watching. He isn’t touching himself, not yet, he’s waiting for your next move. “C’mon, princess,” Killer is smiling softly, his tone encouraging, “you can do this-”

“I’m nervous,” You blurt out. “What if-” You try to refrain from hiding your face, but you fail. Your cheeks are burning, “What if it doesn’t fit?”

Kid’s other hand is on your outer thigh, he gives you a look. You are unknowingly stroking his ego. Metal touches your hands and they’re being pulled from your eyes. You look at Kid and bite the inside of your lip. “I wanna make you feel good…” Kid’s eyes darken as you say that. His head drops and he’s looking up at you through his lashes.

His hand moves to his cock and grabs it. “Show me.” He demands. You struggle to breathe. You nod and lift yourself up a little more. You move yourself back and are resting over his cock. He’s holding it, angling it up for you. You lower yourself onto him, slower than he would like, but for once Kid keeps his mouth shut.

You gasp as he enters you. Your jaw clenches and you freeze. Kid moves his hands, both of them on your hips again, he helps you slide down him and as he bottoms out you whine. Your head is spinning and your breath catches. You hear praises and groans from Killer as you take everything in momentarily. He keeps telling you that you’re doing such a good job, being so good.

“Kid,” You moan out, “fuck!” You want to move, but give yourself another second. Kid groans, his grip tightening on your already bruising skin. You slowly move your hips and Kid lets out a low groan.

“So tight,” Kid grunts, “taking me so well.” He can’t help but slightly buck his hips, sending shockwaves through you. Your hands are on his chest and you’re trying to keep a steady pace. Kid seems to be enjoying it, but you can tell he wants to speed up.

Kid lets you get used to him. He lets you figure it out. And then you feel him shifting. Within a split second, Kid is holding himself above you. He is enjoying the shocked look on your face. His other hand is on your thigh, holding your leg around his waist. He watches you swallow hard, and he lowers himself down to your ear.

“Didn’t think I’d let you have the fun, did you?” He nips your earlobe and you’re melting again.

As soon as Kid begins to move his hips, you can hear Killer starting to come undone. The sound of skin hitting skin, high pitched moans, and low groans echoed throughout the room. You, coming out of your stunned state, look up at Kid, gears turning. You can see he has nothing but a dark lust in his eyes, not much going on in that head besides ‘fucking’. Your hands move up to his face, gently cupping it and you raise up slightly, sure not to disturb his pace.

You begin to litter soft kisses over his scars. Kid doesn't slow down, in fact, his hips ram into yours a little harder. “What are you doing?” He says through gritted teeth. You can’t answer, not with words. You respond with a loud whine as your lips press to his skin and he growls. One of your hands is on his back, scratching at it. The other is sloppily tracing over his scars.

“I can stop?” You finally get out, between moans.

“No,” He growls out. “Don’t.” So, you continue. It’s becoming harder to focus on kissing him, and not the warm feeling pooling in your stomach. “Such a slut,” Kid rumbles, “Letting two men do this to you.”

Between Killer’s praises and Kid’s degradation, you are getting a lot closer to release. “Kid,” You cry out, “please, I’m gonna- let me cum!”

Kid’s pace quickens, but somehow still isn’t sloppy. He seems to be an expert at controlling himself. You come undone, clenching around him, screaming out his name. Your nails scratch at his biceps, and your head rolls back into the pillows, back arching. You’re crying out for him, continuously.

Kid pulls your hips up and continues his thrusts. Suddenly, you feel his thrusts getting sloppier. He’s close. Kid let out a low breathy grunt and you feel warmth spilling out of you. His thrusts begin to slow and he’s quickly just laying on top of you. Your chest is heaving and you feel sticky from sweat and cum. Your eyes on the ceiling and your arms are wrapped around Kid. Your fingers are gently tracing patterns into his skin.

“What are you doing that for?” He huffs.

“Because it’s relaxing.”

He can't deny that it is. Kid does not ask you to stop, he does not protest. So, you continue. Your eyes move to Killer and you notice him watching the both of you.

“Kid?” You catch his attention. He lifts up slightly to look at you. “Killer made me feel good earlier, I wanna return the favor.”

Killer lights up. Kid smirks, smug again. “You think you can handle it, after that?”

“I can try!” You give him a soft smile. “We have all night don’t we?”

“You think you can last all night?” Kid almost laughs. “You’re tired now!”

You shove his arm, “I can leave, y’know.”

“Oh no you can’t.” Killer and Kid speak at the same time. Kid continues, “You’re ours now. If you think you can go all night, that’s just what we’ll do.”

‘You’re ours now.’ It’s replaying over and over in your head. You give him a goofy smile and Kid makes a face. “I’m all yours.” You look between the both of them. “Now, can you please get off of me.” You give him a sweet smile. “I need to show Killer my appreciation.”

Kid’s brow ridges furrow, “Why not both of us, at the same time.”

“We have all night.” You reassure him. “I think I can show you both just how much I appreciate you.”

Kid is satisfied with that answer. You are sure you are going to have the best night of your life. Kid and Killer seem to agree.

[jamespotterthefirst]

Return to the Coast

Book: Open Heart, book 2

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende)

Word count: 950

Rating: E

Prompt: “Why are you covering up? I have already seen everything.”

Warning: Strong Language and NS*FW content. Please use discretion and caution when viewing this work. By viewing of this work, you consent that you are 18+

Summary: They are back in Miami where their first kiss happened. This time, they are free to do what they longed to do that night. Note: Thank you @trappedinfanfiction for sending the prompt!

“Did you hide the Gatsby theme from me because you were hoping to get out of wearing the suspenders?”

Lilac, clad in a lush bathrobe, sits on their hotel bed, the contents of both of their suitcases sprawled all over the expensive sheets. She inspects a beaded number with clinical scrutiny before returning her attention to the ensuite door. The gentle patter of shower water is her only reply. 

“Because you should know by now that I will never pass up an opportunity to stay on theme.”

“I didn’t tell you about the theme because it was so trivial to me that I completely forgot about it.”

“Lucky for you, I'm a big shot doctor and I get the newsletter now.”

“I wouldn't deem that lucky.”

“My new career status or your inevitable Jay Gatsby fate?” 

“Both. You earned your current career through hard work. I wouldn't call that luck.”

His deep, lush voice echoes around the tile. 

“And as for the Gatsby costume, I'm wearing a suit and calling it a day.”

“And the hat. You're wearing the hat.”

“Absolutely not.”

She opens her mouth to reply, intent on kindling what promised to be banter characteristic to them. However, she completely forgets her reply. 

At that moment, Ethan’s glistening frame emerges from the shower and her attention is completely stolen. Through the bathroom mirror, she can see the hard planes and deep valleys that sculpt his body. They are not alien to Lilac— her hands, lips, tongue, eyes were very familiar with each— but he was still a sight to behold. He fastens a towel around his waist and then—

Striking blue eyes meet hers through the glass in a flash.

Despite all the time that has passed, she feels like the same lovestruck intern she used to be all those years ago. Unlike the first time, Ethan holds her gaze and a crooked smirk tugs at his lips ever so slightly. 

“Enjoying the view, Rookie?”

The glint in his eyes is equal parts playful and daring. He no doubt sees the blush burning her skin and enjoys it. If Lilac knows anything about him, it’s the devilish, smug side of him that emerges whenever he has this effect on her. 

“Partly,” she challenges. Very deliberately, her eyes fall from his eyes down to his chest to the hard muscle of his abdomen. They finally rest on the knot securing the towel to his waist. “Why are you covering up? I have already seen everything.”

It’s his turn to blush. It’s a subtle bloom of colors kissing his neck and cheeks but it’s still satisfying. He doesn’t miss a beat, though. Something dark settles in his eyes as he takes the bait.

“I have to keep things challenging for you.”

“You’re going to make me work for it, Ramsey?”

She’s on her feet now, slowly padding toward him. Ethan holds her gaze all the way through, azure eyes darkening more with each of her steps. 

“I’ll be the one working you, Allende.”

“Oh, yeah?”

Their noses are inches apart, which requires Lilac lifting herself on her tiptoes. 

“Yes. I'm going to work you so hard you're going to forget about that theme.”

He kisses her with such intensity that she is almost knocked off her feet. Though the loss of her balance could've been by his words, uttered in that low, baritone voice that makes her core melt. Either way, Ethan's strong arms catch her as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss. 

“We're going to be late,” she whispers in between kisses.

 It's not a protest but a dizzy acknowledgement. 

“I don't give a damn.”

He has her perched on the edge of the counter now, his hands getting lost under her robe. 

“Good,” she replies but the word is a moan as his fingers tug on the lace of her panties. They're on the floor moments later. Her bathrobe, bra, and his towel follow suit shortly after. 

“You're so beautiful,” he mutters, kissing the tops of her breasts. He continues to tease them, the rough scruff of his beard making her shiver. Lilac moans, arching her body into his mouth. His tongue expertly brings her to the brink. 

“Mmm, give it to me, Ethan,” she begs. 

He obliges. 

Eyes holding her gaze, he enters her slowly. They both moan, staying still long enough to relish the feeling of her body accommodating him. Then, he begins to move, making good on his dark promise with every delicious stroke. Their collective moans echo around the marble. It doesn't take long for his powerful body to bring her close. 

“Oh, God!” she cries, nails digging into his back. 

Ethan grunts and she can feel he is close too. A few more rough strokes and they're both crying out, bodies quivering. When the high is over, he meets her eyes and gives her a lazy smile. 

“What?” 

“It's a good feeling.”

Lilac raises her brows. “I really hope so, Ramsey.”

He laughs. “Not just that.”

Before she can reply, he kisses her. 

“I mean being in Miami. It's a good feeling being back with you.”

This time, she matches his smile, feeling the sun itself radiate from her chest. 

“I agree. It's good to be back where it all started. Though things are definitely different now.”

Smile growing more radiant, she raises her right hand to demonstrate. The golden bathroom light makes the engagement ring glitter. Ethan takes her hand and gently presses a kiss to it. 

“Indeed,” he agrees. “And I can finally openly say what I longed to say that night on the balcony.”

Lilac already knows but she asks anyway. 

“And what is that?” 

His soft lips meet hers in a tender kiss. 

“I love you.”

***

Note: Thank you so much for reading! I hope to be back reading and writing in the next few days 🩷

[bihansthot]

Someone in the apartment complex burnt their popcorn or dinner or something and the smell is just lingering in my bedroom. Ugh. I’m tired and want more Syzoth content, we need head canons and fluff and fun! There are lots of wonderful fanarts though and that’s fantastic, I know I’m a basic bitch jumping on the Reptile hype train but I don’t care. I also want to answer more headcanons and asks and stuff so feel free to send me any questions you have. I’m still not quite up to doing fic requests yet but pretty much anything else is fair game.

I’m happy to do content for all of the Lin Kuei (except Frost, sorry I don’t like writing for women) Rain, Reiko and Reptile! Other kharacters might open up in the future and I’m happy to answer questions about any kharacter. Please don’t be shy! Ns/fw is totally fine as long as it’s not a full blown fic request. Please note though I default to an AFAB reader, I am happy to change that if you request it though, it’s just my go to because that’s what I am and I identify as female. Also please note that I don’t do ships, I only do canon x reader I might throw in some Bi-Han x Syzoth here and there though because I enjoy them together. I also won’t do canon x oc, unless I’m asked about my OCs Hallvard or Ice I just do not know my moots or readers OCs well enough to write them. I’m sorry! (If I decide to do requests again I might do canon x oc in exchange for art or a return fic.) Other nos are incest or underage or gore, silly for MK I know but I don’t want to write about organs lol I’m iffy about child requests, I don’t mind talking about my fictional kids but I can physically have children myself so it’s sometimes a touchy subject for me. So, I guess I’ll say kid asks are at my discretion. Oh full on non con is a no but dub con and yandere are ok I guess? I don’t love writing yandere if I’m being totally honest. If any of these subjects bother you though please let me know if you need a specific tag so you don’t see it by mistake.

So, yeah asks are open I guess? I will try and sprinkle in more smut fics here and there too because smut is life, but like I said I’m more than happy to write ns/fw headcanons and stuff. I just can’t handle the commitment of a full blown fic request right now, but small things are good and keep me active in the kommunity. Also as always please feel free to talk to me at me whatever I’m always down to talk about MK :) I can also always be found on discord the server is 18+ but very chill and self ship friendly, but also ship friendly we have different roles to make everyone as happy as possible. Ok lovelies I think that’s everything, I’m going to spend the rest of my night trying to smell something other than burnt food.

Oh one last thing! Please specify what timeline your ask is for! I won’t write for Hanzo Scorpion but I guess I will try for Kuai Liang Scorpion. 🤷🏼‍♀️ I just need to know what Kuai Liang I’m working with if he’s involved.

I lied one more thing self ship and OC asks are always appreciated but not expected but I would love to talk about both if anyone is interested 👉👈

[kenphobia]

THIS IS HOME!

"It's just you and me in this world."

summary. when skipping math class becomes a little cry out session with yours truly, marjorine. ( drabble / 1.6k wc / read end notes / ns//fw accs dni )

contents. aged up / teens au (15+). transphobia (mentioned), gender dysphoria, child abandonment / abuse. reader is gn but implied as trans. relationship dynamic is somewhat romantic. might be ooc. the writer is delulu and wrote this at 2 am.

"Mars, we're going to be late for class."

"J-Just hold on a sec! I'm still getting the finishing touches down."

You never been the most patient person nor were you someone who'd hang out in the school bathrooms to avoid math class, but Marjorine was. And she hated math class.

You groaned, nearly flinching away from the blonde girl's touch as she went and wiped off the remaining smudges of her lipstick. Why are their lipstick stains? Marjorine simply needed someone to model her brand new lipsticks for her to know which ones fit her current outfits. She always had a knack for making things look good as they can be, after all.

Marjorine smiled, her eyes scrunched up in delight and stepped back to see you in your full glory. Your face felt strangely off from the layers and upon layers of makeup crowding your face, cheeks full of blush and lipa heavy in a shade of (color).

Though, you must admit that she did a great job not making you look somewhat good-looking with the makeup. You have no idea what kind of god has gifted her with such talents, but you kind of envy her for it.

Marjorine clapped her hands, "So what do you think?" She asked, waiting expectantly for answer. She bounced on her heels, clutching the back of your chair firmly.

You stared at the mirror for a couple of moments, occasionally tilting yout head from side to side to see every part of Marjorie's art piece (that is unfortunate you because someone else that isn't you deserves to have their face be dolled up).

It took some minutes before feeling your own face heating up from looking at yourself, the embarrassment just now seeping into you and shining a light on your cracks. "It looks.... I look great, actually. Thanks, Mars."

Marjorine nodded enthusiastically. "Aah, I'm so glad you liked it!"

Though, Marjorine was smiling and happy, something felt off. And as you look at her, her smile seem strain and her grip on the hairbrush never been tighter than before.

Silence inserted itself between the two of you like a heavy brick wall of ice. The distasteful smell of cleaning supplies filled the bathroom only made the sudden silent atmosphere bitter on your tongue.

Something felt sad about Marjorine for the past few days. There was just something in her eyes that you couldn't read properly. The gaze in her eyes foggy and distant, and her expression blank and distracted everytime she thought no one was looking, everytime you weren't 'looking'.

You gulped down the bitterness and turned to her. 'Hey, Marjorine? Are you ... Are you okay?"

Marjorine stopped, putting her hairbrush down on the sink's flat surface. You can't see her face in her reflection.

"... Mars?" You called out.

She turned to you, smiling but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. "I'm fine, (Name). There's nothing for you to worry about!" She reassured, but there was something about her words that felt off.

"Mars, I'm serious. Are you really okay?" You asked again, probbing the question further to you as you took a step forward. You watched as Marjorine took a step back.

"(Name), what are you—"

"You can't lie to me, Marjorine." You frowned, furrowing your brows. "You've been avoiding math class all week and hang out in the bathroom even if it meant breaking school regulations. And I know you wouldn't break the rules for makeup and stuff, so what's going on?"

Marjorine looked at you, shocked, as if you had just revealed her deepest, darkest secret to the whole school. A glossy glaze clouded her eyes as she patted a finger on them in hopes that it won't ruin her makeup.

"No, it's just— I can't." She mumbled, stepping back. Pushing herself away from you til she had backed herself to a corner. "It just hurts."

You opened your mouth, but you hesitated, inhaling a breath between your teeth. "What hurts?"

Something felt sad about Marjorine, you were so sure about it, and only now you were able to see through that cloudy look of hers.

She leaned on the wall with her gaze stuck to the floor. She clasped her hands together, rubbing them against each other in a circling motion. The bathroom suddenly became colder than it already was.

"I don't know. It's just," Marjorine paused, rubbing her eye carefully as to not mess up her eyeliner. "It just hurts. It hurts that they'd rather plan and host a funeral than learn a new name. It hurts that I have to do so much just so people would know who I am, people that probably wouldn't care in the end of it all."

"Mars..." You gently call out. You reached your hands but hesitated, an uncomfortable tightness formed and binded your body in place.

An aching prickled Marjorine's eyes. And no matter how much she tries to save the makeup she tried so hard to put on, it did nothing against the tears pouring out of her tear ducts. "I wanna be just like you, (Name). You're just so comfortable in your own skin and everyone understands who you are, everyone knows who you are. Sometimes, I just wish I was fine with being a boy but I just can't. I don't want to be him, I want to be me."

At this point in time, Marjorine was already sitting on the bathroom floor and had her arms wrapped around her legs, hugging them protectively against her chest. You stood there silently, watching as the blonde girl break out into a fit of tears and dysphoria.

You sighed and sat with her down on the floor. You weren't sure how clean this bathroom is, and any other day you wouldn't choose to rest your ass on the grimey tiles, but you'd just do anything for Marjorine.

"Mars... Marjorine." You called out to her, your voice as soft and gentle as it could possibly be. You rested her hand on her arm and grabbed her attention quickly.

She turned to you with mascara running down her face, her lipstick smudged across her cheek and her hair has become a tangled mess. You wouldn't loudly admit, but she was still beautiful even if she looked like this. She's still your Marjorine.

"You know, I... I wasn't comfortable with myself back then too." You began, pausing slightly to think about your word choices correctly. "To be honest, I wasn't happy with the way I was before. And It took me a while as well to let people learn my name, know who and what I am."

Marjorine sniffed, rubbing tears away to only smudge her mascara more. "Y-You did?" She hiccuped.

You nodded. "During those times, I was helpless. And weak. I didn't have anyone who understood and supported me, not even my own parents. No matter how much I tried, they still call me ... that. They still I'm them."

"And you d-don't want to be t-them, right?" Marjorine mumbles. You only nod at her question and scoot closer to her, feeling her head lean on your shoulders.

"Never in my life had I want to be them, and I had no choice but to play along. My parents always preferred them over me, they'd rather kick me out than understand that they're no longer here. And it hurts." You rambled on, turning your head up once you felt the prickling sensation in your tear ducts.

"It hurts a lot." Marjorine had rested her hand in yours, squeezing it firmly in her hold. "I guess you weren't always comfortable as I thought you were."

"Not all of us would be comfortable being stuck in a body that doesn't align with how we actually feel." You chuckled, squeezing Marjorine's hand back. "But I'm quite jealous of you, you know?"

Marjorine turned her head up to you, furrowing her brows. "Jealous? Of me?"

"Yeah. In some way, I was jealous." You scratched your arm, trying to get rid of an itch that never had existed in the first place. "You have people who support you. Like Wendy, Bebe, Kenny... They're there for you, you know? I never had something like that."

"Oh." Marjorine merely said.

"Including me too." You grinned, blinking back the tears as you turned to face her. You held her face adoringly and used your thumbs to wipe away running mix of mascara and drying tears. "So stop thinking about your parents, stop thinking about that transphobic fat ass in your math class and just stop thinking about what a stranger would think about you. You're you and there's nothing anyone can about it."

Marjorine sniffed, stuffing her face into your palms as more tears welled in her eyes. "Thank you, (Name). I— I really m-mean that." She sobbed. "I'm a-also here for you! Supporting y-you just— just like you're s-supporting me."

Gently, you pecked a kiss on her forehead before pulling her up from the floor. You were careful as to not pull her muscle and brought her to the sink. "It's no big deal, Mars. Thanks for being by my side."

You flicked the tap on, water gushing out of the faucet immediately as you did. You wet your hands and began washing off the ruined makeup from Marjorine's face, as she laughed and giggled in your ever so tightening hold. You squeezed her cheeks.

"Come on, just stand still!" You whined, trying to avoid poking her eye on accident.

"But it tickles—!" Her words were cut off as you poked the side of her stomach, a pained gasp escaping her mouth in an instant. "Now that just hurts!"

"Maybe I wouldn't have done it if you just stayed still >:("

"I— How did you do that??"

After several minutes of laughing, and poking and playful fighting, you managed to clean Marjorine up. She stared at the mirror with not much of a though behind her eyes and patted her cheeks.

There's a slight moment of silence as the two of stood around in that bathroom and the realization of how much you two wasted time in here just now settled in you. But the running water and the hollow emptiness of the stalls managed to keep that realization at bay.

"Hey, (Name)?" She called out.

"Yeah? What is it?"

"Do I... Do I still look feminine enough without makeup? Don't I look, you know, boyish?" Marjorine asked, laughing awkwardly at the end as she turned to you. She met your eyes for a couple of seconds before turning back go the mirror. "I just... I just want to know."

"Well, in my opinion, it doesn't matter if you're feminine or not, you're still Marjorine." You shrugged. You walked closer to her and wrapped your arms around her shoulders, resting your chin on the top of her head. "And there's no such thing as 'being feminine enough'. Do you have to be feminine to qualify as a girl?"

Marjorine sucked in a breath, hesitant. "I— No. I suppose not. I mean, there are masculine girls and they're still girls, right?"

"That's right." You hunmed in agreement, combing your fingers through her blonde locks. You buried your nose into her hair, instantly smelling the sweet cherry shampoo you had given her a few days ago (It was hello kitty themed too). "But if you want my opinion, then I'd say you're Marjorine enough to be Marjorine."

At this, she rolled her eyes and giggled. "Fine, fine. Whatever you say, (Name). Let's go to class before a teacher finds out about us skipping math class."

You slipped your hands into Marjorine's, earning a surprised look from the girl but she only smiled and faintly reddened at your action. You squeezed her hand and she squeezed back, a silent comfort that only the two of you knew about.

The water had stopped gushing as you turned off the faucet and the halls behind those doors sparkled to life with the clammering and thumping of footsteps.

"Yeah, let's go."

notes. GOD FUCKING FINALLY!!! I WROTE SOMETHING THIS MONTH. sorry for the radio silence i've been givign you all 😔 i suddenly lost interest in welcome home after watching too many south park tiktok clips so yeah

but dw!! i'm getting back in welcome home bit by bit, i just won't be focusing on it too much anymore :]] also!! the art is by me btw! will posting it soon on my art sideblog, @/canvashboy

tbh im more comfortable writing abt the main girls than the main boys since i feel i wouldn't get much blacklash if wrote the girlies a bit ooc.... you can request the main boys tho

speaking of requests!!! my inbox is open 24/7 for any south park requests. check out this post for my boundaries and etc etc.

[fairytail-whathesays]

If it's okay, Gray and Laxus headcanons? I saw these little clips of them from the fairy tail video game and it was so funny and endearing to me

Another shameless self-plug cuz this is about to be my most-read fic.

Also there is no art of Gray and Laxus even near each other because search engines only ever generate content for other ships when I try to search them. And there's exactly 5 posts in the #graxus tag. So here, have this image I stole from CBR.

These two kind of end up being the power couple of Fairy Tail? Nobody expected it but their relationship is much less dramatic and more stable than most.

These two are both loyal lovers whose love language is favors and acts of service. They have to do relatively little speaking in order to understand each other and their affections.

Laxus has so much pride in Gray. Back in the Battle of Fairy Tail, he was calling the guy a loser. By the time Gray stalked off to go kill Mard Geer, Laxus was like "I can't not date him".

They can commonly be found touching each other in small ways--arms around shoulders, usually, but also heads on shoulders or in laps, or even just holding hands occasionally. The casual PDA isn't too dramatic, but it's consistent.

This is because of the way their magics interact. Laxus radiates his magic, which feels very electric and tingly if he isn't restraining it, while Gray radiates cold, molecules slowing down around him. The two end up balancing each other out and when they touch, they provide each other a strange sense of equilibrium and contentment.

"I always thought your necklace was kind of cool." "I always thought your scar was hot."

The two are both punk-adjacent and enjoy a lot of the same hobbies and aesthetics, with Gray leaning slightly more emo and Laxus leaning slightly more rock. Their dates are surprisingly fun.

Gray is always wearing Laxus' clothes. Everybody knows what it means and he doesn't deny it--except that he also wears Laxus' clothes just because he can. Do they fit? No. Is he still able to make them look halfass decent on him? Yes.

There is something very magical when Laxus kisses Gray that makes the latter just want to stick to him like glue and do it forever. Likewise, when Gray kisses him, Laxus can't help but smile.

These two literally make the front page of fashion magazines when modeling together, they just have insane photogenic qualities.

"Bro" and "babe" are interchangeable, they both answer to either.

Laxus actually proposes after a few years together. He thought about a diamond ring hidden in an ice box but didn't want Gray to swallow it trying to eat the ice.

You didn't ask for them but I'm still gonna provide u the ns/fw headcanons just cuz i might not get another chance:

NS/FW:

Gray, unlike a lot of people Laxus is shipped with, doesn't like sex rough or super-energetic. To him it's more about intimacy and exploring the other's body, and Laxus is very receptive to this kind of sex. They're slow, gentle, and relatively quiet.

Gray is not actually an exhibitionist, despite his unconscious stripping. He will become one, though, if the opportunity arises and he's got a desire to give head. Gray is fantastic at oral sex and loves doing it whenever he can, so Laxus has successfully swayed him into ducking into an alley for a quickie or even a blowjob in the back of a taxi. Gray is way more embarrassed about it than Laxus is, but is he going to pass on it? No.

Being in Laxus' lap is literally Gray's favorite position. So much to touch, lick, and bite all laid out there in front of him. So stable when he needs to hold on.

These two treat each other's bodies like works of art, with something new to find every time they get the chance. Laxus loves to remind Gray how sexy he is, and Gray loves to brag that Laxus is all his.

[simp-for-cenobites]

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[cinnamonest]

Genshin Boys - Sleeping HCs

Sleeping hcs for the boys that literally no one asked for bc the Xiao post gave me spontaneous inspiration and I can't stay focused on the things im supposed to write and this history paper im on rn is literally the most boring academic piece ive ever written and i need distraction. Thank you.

UPDATED 11/30/22

The most recently updated version, edited some older characters and added Tighnari, Itto, Cyno, Al Haitham, Ayato, and Heizou. Sorry for the length, for some reason (maybe bc it’s an old post I’m editing?) it won’t let me insert a readmore/cut, although hopefully if you’re seeing this on your feed it’ll cut most of it off automatically.

Also looking back that paper I originally mentioned still really WAS the most boring academic piece I’ve ever written. Sigh.

//mild mentions of yandere content, some very slight mentions of ns/fw things.

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Childe is a side sleeper, one of those people that has to be holding something. Before you he had a body pillow. Now you're the body pillow. But like, it's not super pleasant, boy has an IRON grip and sometimes you have to hit him and wake him up because he's suffocating you from holding you so tight. Also unfortunately for darling, he doesn't snore but he's a heavy mouth breather. So basically you're always spooning but you can feel him breathing on the back of your neck. Also, sometimes he turns over to his other side and he will take you with him, he doesn't even wake up, our unnaturally strong boy keeps his grip so tight that when he turns over you get flipped over with him and land on your other side, and again he doesn't even wake up in the slightest. Also mumbles every now and then, but its incoherent. He falls asleep very quickly, is usually pretty exhausted from his day.

Also sleeps naked, and you will too, whether you like it or not. Makes things easier when he wakes up in the middle of the night with needs, so he doesn’t have to bother pulling things off. At least he bothers to give you a shake and warn you a few seconds beforehand. ----------

Zhongli doesn't sleep a whole lot, a few hours less than most. He's something of a morning person, but if you're not, he's very understanding of that, and will stay quiet and let you sleep for a while. When he does sleep, he likes to sleep on his back, and because he's so broad-shouldered and firm he can sleep perfectly with you laying on top of him, which he likes a lot. He's a fairly silent sleeper, might utter a word or phrase, but not a lot, only once a night at most, and breathes quietly. Funnily enough, it always seems to be work-related when he does talk. The way he sleeps is rather nice though, because you can be lulled to sleep by the rising and falling of his chest as he breathes. But he's a very, very light sleeper, wakes up several times a night for no real reason and just goes back to sleep, thankfully usually softly enough it doesn’t wake you. He keeps an arm on you, but it's not too heavy or tight. Tends to have a very neutral, straight face while he sleeps.

That being said, there is a recurring problem that presents a challenge to the otherwise peaceful nights. Sometimes, illuminated beasts will subconsciously revert or change forms in their sleep according to their dreams. He is not an exception to this, although thankfully it’s only once a week or so. You will wake up to getting clonked in the head with a horn at least once. Otherwise, sometimes you get woken up by the sudden feeling of being cold, only to find a sprouted reptilian tail wrapped around your body, cold scales pressed to your skin, and if a particularly unfortunate night, gripping you far too tightly. At least he wakes up easily if you tap him a bit, and will revert back, but may often do it again in the same night.

Also, he’s very strict on bedtimes. No, you can’t stay up past midnight, it’s not good for you. In fact, he will most likely demand you go to bed far earlier, and if you don’t comply, he always sighs, says you’re being immature, and takes matters into his own hands by forcibly carrying you to bed anyway. ----------

Venti has a cute sleep? Its like. Knees curled up to his stomach, hands tucked against his chest. Likes to be the little spoon but can go either way, he just likes spooning. He talks a bit in his sleep, muttering random things, but its mumble-y and while it's better than Childe it's still hard to make out. Sometimes he even sounds like he's humming or singing, and his little fingers twitch when he does. He's also a very light sleeper and wakes up at the slightest movements or noises. He can feel your absence and will wake up immediately if you're no longer in bed. He sleeps a bit less than most people as well, maybe 6 hours or so, but he doesn't seem to have a problem staying energetic. Also a morning person, but way more annoying about it than Zhongli, will be loud and in your face at like 5 am. You have to ask him to please let you sleep, and he does try, but he often forgets. ----------

You can have full-fledged conversations with Kaeya in his sleep. He'll listen and respond to the things you say and not wake up the entire time, he's a moderate sleeper, he'll wake up to touch/light but not sounds/talking. Of course it's usually nonsensical and weird random things, so you can have some rather funny conversations, BUT he'll also admit to things he wouldn't while he's awake, so if you ask him where the keys to your locks are he'll flat out tell you. Poor thing doesn't know how you keep managing to find the keys, he hid them so well this time! Also tends to be a sprawler, will definitely hit you in the face from his arms flopping around every now and then. Always tossing, turning, moving around. It can get annoying if darling is a light sleeper, or even a medium sleeper, because the movements will definitely wake you up. Likes sleeping facing each other, one arm under your head and the other wrapped around you. Sometimes can be a stomach sleeper, but keeps an arm latched around you still. On a soft note, he has a tendency to have nightmares, and will jolt awake sometimes, only to pull you in closer for comfort. He's used to functioning on a few hours of sleep, too.

However, it’s a bit different if it’s a drunken sleep. In which case, like most people, he sleeps very heavily, barely moves at all, and is very difficult to wake up. Due to the frequency of late night drinking in his life, he often gets bad hangovers in the next morning, and will be groaning with the headache even if you manage to wake him up during the night.

Also, especially if he goes to bed intoxicated, while he usually manages to take everything else off, he sometimes forgets the eyepatch, which results in it getting moved all around his face, you'll wake up and it'll be over his nose or mouth or something, which is kind of comical to look at. Sometimes it comes off completely and he has to go looking for it if it fell under the bed or got lost in the covers somehow. ----------

Diluc is a heavy sleeper, to an extreme. This man could sleep through a literal siege on his estate. He wasn't so much when he was younger, but he works harder now and his work can get exhausting. This is actually kinda beneficial if you want to plan an escape while he sleeps, by the way. He's also a big spoon all the time, also unfortunately breathes down your neck, because he kinda buries his face into the crook of your neck. Also can be very grumpy in the morning, especially if woken up early. Unlike Kaeya he needs the most sleep time wise out of all the guys, if my boy doesn't get his full 8 hours (or more) he's not gonna function properly. Also, he can fall asleep anywhere and under any conditions. Sitting at a desk doing paperwork, standing up, in broad daylight, surrounded by loud noise, doesn't matter, he can fall asleep and do so quickly. He's actually kind of embarrassed by it sometimes. Doesn't sleep talk, he sleeps too deeply for that. ----------

Razor mimics what he's observed all his life so he kinda curls into a ball, which to be fair a lot of people do too, legs curled up, but his is also kinda hunched over, however, he lets his arms stick out. But he's a restless sleeper (bb has dark circles y'know) and tends to come out of that position in his sleep and sprawl out. Also, before he goes to sleep he does the dog thing where they kinda curl around in a circle on themselves a few times before they plop down. Canines also sleep really physically close in groups and touching in some way, so he curls up against you, but actually prefers to cuddle up face-to-face rather than spooning in any way. Let's hope you're not a touch sensitive sleeper, because you'll also definitely have a very large animal sleeping against your back... And one touching your feet... And one breathing directly above you... You get the idea. Kinda terrifying getting woken by being hit in the face by a twitching paw the size of your head. Also, it's something he doesn't do around people when he's awake bc its embarrassing to him a bit when people stare at him and make weird faces in response, but he actually does communicate with his family with barks and growls and the like sometimes, so he does that in his sleep a bit. ----------

Albedo sleeps like a robot turned to an “off” setting. On his back, still, folds his hands perfectly on his stomach, fairly quiet, you could almost think it was a corpse if you couldn’t see the slight rise and fall of his chest and hear him breathe. But once he has you, he likes to be cuddly, so he kinda changes to being a side-sleeper. 

He also sleeps like a rock. Worse than Diluc even. He either wakes up on his own, or it takes a lot of effort -- you will have to really shake him hard for him to wake up. It's kind of funny, it seems to contrast his personality a bit, since he's soft-voiced and a light eater, you'd almost expect him to be the same with sleeping, the traits sort of logically follow that he’s be a light sleeper. But nope, he's out light a light when he sleeps. But also it's not a wise idea to wake him up. He's not a morning person, can get in a really bad mood and grumpy over it. Definitely a "don't talk to me until I've eaten/had coffee/whatever thing he uses to wake up" kind of person. But he never sleep talks or even mumbles, doesn't even really move or toss or turn or fidget or anything like that. He sleeps, again, like a rock, completely still, but is also a heavy breather. Also can create dead weight as a result of his heavy sleep -- for most people, their subconscious when sleeping keeps them from this, but his limbs really turn into deadweight when he sleeps and can be too heavy for you to breathe (or you might want to use his heavy sleeping as an escape opportunity), in which case you have to peel them off, because he won't wake up.

He doesn’t sleep naked like Childe does, usually just in a plain sleeping shirt and shorts, but perhaps surprisingly for him, he does have a tendency for dreams of a specific nature. This can result in rather uncomfortable prodding against your back or stomach or thighs, and since he’s difficult to wake up, you’ll have to just try and sleep despite it. ----------

Xiao is a twitchy, uneasy sleeper when he chooses to sleep. Always twitching, jolting, tossing and turning, making irritated facial expressions, mumbling and huffing. Easily woken up. He normally chooses not to sleep, sees no point in it, but it becomes a comforting activity with a darling to hold. As time goes on and he starts to get a real sense of comfort from a darling, he kinda becomes the opposite, starts to sleep more still and more heavily. He eventually comes to depend on his darling and can't actually sleep without their presence, needs the warmth, the comforting knowledge of their presence, and something to latch onto and grip, although it's not as firm as Childe he still has a pretty firm grip. He just likes to hold, whether being big spoon or facing each other. It can get bad if it's facing each other because he usually sleeps in that way so that he's higher up than darling horizontally, to where your face is right at his chest rather than his head, so he might accidentally nearly suffocate you that way, but he wakes up with a few taps.

And you know that whole avian past thing? It's been thousands of years since then, so he doesn't really show it when he's awake, but when he's asleep, those long-since-buried tendencies come out a bit. As he dreams, his arms bend at the elbow and press against his sides for a bit, toes all curled up. Only to sprawl out later, accompanied by an ever-so-slight movement of said arms every few moments, a faint twitching. Sometimes, every now and then, you swear you've heard a high-pitched whistle-like sound come out of his mouth. You tell him it's cute. He just buries his face in his hands and asks you not to talk about it. ----------

Xingqiu also sleeps kinda like Albedo position wise, on his back/side, and very oddly perfect posture, but he's in contrast a light sleeper, will wake up fairly easily. He's another sleep talker as well, though, he might respond to some things you say, and the words are coherent, but his answers don't make any sense, and attempts at conversation will wake him up. Also, being the spoiled rich kid he is, not a morning person and very much needs a lot of sleep in order to not be grumpy. He tends to keep his hands curled into fists and close to his chest, but he still snuggles up against you. He's also one that needs perfect conditions to sleep -- complete silence, complete darkness, a perfect amount of blankets to be comfortable with the temperature, etc. He's also one that has a lot of bad dreams, sometimes nightmares, sometimes just weird, and wakes up a lot in the middle of the night. ----------

Chongyun is a stomach sleeper, but he kinda keeps one arm latched in some way -- sometimes slung over your body, sometimes in his sleep he grabs hold of your arm, clothes, or even hair. He tends to grip like that in his sleep, rather than just slinging his arm on something he holds things with his hands, and will also grab at the sheets. He still gets very close to you and snuggly, which is good, because you're going to be cold otherwise -- he sleeps without blankets, windows open if it's good weather, so you'll be grateful for the body heat if it's cold. Poor bb talks in his sleep, and it's always him reciting his little exorcism chants, it's actually kind of adorable. He takes a while to fall asleep, can be kind of annoying because he's the type to pull the "hey... are you awake?" just to ask you some sort of weird question at like 3 in the morning. ----------

Bennett is such a light and short sleeper, it's amazing that he manages to stay so energetic all the time. He sometimes takes naps, and sleeps in intervals, because he's got so much energy he literally can't stay asleep at night for longer than a few hours. He's not a sleep talker, but sometimes groans and grunts and such. Position is... all over the place. Sometimes he sleeps on his back, sometimes stomach, sometimes on his side, it just varies, and he switches positions multiple times throughout the night. Kinda cutely, he tends to smile, even lightly laugh sometimes, while he sleeps. Although he's a much lighter, shorter sleeper, he's a bit like Diluc in that he can fall asleep anytime, anywhere, no matter the conditions. Can be very twitchy as well, his legs twitch more than his arms do, like he's still running around on adventures in his dreams. ----------

Much to his embarrassment if you ever tell him, Scaramouche sleeps with you like a koala to a tree. Like, he starts off falling asleep just next to you, maybe barely touching, but once he's asleep he moves closer and latches on tight with his arms AND legs, chest pressed against your back, face on your neck, wraps an arm around you, wraps a leg over your leg, grip is incredibly firm, there's no escape, and boi does NOT let go unless you physically force him to wake up. Which can be difficult, as he's another heavy sleeper. He won't wake up to light or touch, but he'll wake up to noise, so you have to shake him and talk to him loudly. Doesn't talk, if you try to talk to him in his sleep he just wakes up. Also very much not a morning person and characteristically unafraid of being a dick to anyone that dares to wake him up. One nice thing is that being asleep is one of a very few times you'll see him look very... peaceful. He doesn't seem angry or annoyed in his sleep, his face is very neutral and soft. Opens his mouth a little bit when he sleeps, which can even be a bit cute. ----------

Kazuha moves around a lot. Always wiggling and shifting, tossing and turning. He has a tendency to cling to you with not just his arms, but hands too. Back when he slept alone, he would often curl his hands into fists and hold them close to his chest. Now, that manifests as him clutching at your clothes, or a hand around your arm or wrist. He's also an incredibly light sleeper, he has to be from his sort of on-the-run lifestyle, and can wake up at the slightest motions from you, despite constantly moving himself, so you have to remain still as a rock while he's tossing around. He's gotten used to gentle lulling motions after being on a ship so long, but not little motions right against him. 

He's also, like Kaeya, prone to nightmares, but unfortunately those alone don't wake him up on their own -- he'll groan and fidget and jerk around when he's running and fighting in his dreams, and will likely need you to shake him awake. As far as time, he's gotten used to the lifestyle demanded of him and has learned to adjust to a short sleeping schedule, often needing to sleep in short intervals and constantly being woken up for this or that, sometimes only getting a few hours before having to get up again. But, if given the opportunity, he can sleep like a rock for hours and hours, if you'll let him, and if he feels safe enough when drifting off.

Also, while he sleeps clothed due to often needing to be up at a moment’s notice, he does, similarly to Albedo, have a tendency to get hard in his sleep. It’s not so much because of dreams, it’s just a sort of involuntary reaction his body has. And unfortunately, much to his embarrassment, it usually takes a while to go down in the morning too.

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Thoma is another member of the "needs his sleep" club. He tries to maintain his good nature, but if he can't get at least about 5 or 6 hours, he'll end up a bit easily irritable, gets dark circles around his eyes pretty easily. He's a moderate sleeper, pretty average in terms of how easy it is to wake him up, but that's highly dependent on how much sleep he's had -- if he's well rested, it's a lot easier to wake him up, but if he has had a few days where he'd been deprived of a good sleep, it's much more likely that he'll sleep more heavily, and be harder to wake up. He kinda lazily latches an arm over you, so it's a bit easier to get away, but he does wake up pretty easily to the absence of your presence in particular. He also prefers to sleep with you facing him, which can present a problem as you might wake up to feeling smothered when he will occasionally pull you in close to his chest, but he'll certainly wake up to you beating on him, poor thing. He's also pretty adamant on bedtimes -- he's fond of routines, and unfortunately goes to bed early. He gets tired at a very specific time, usually around 9 at night, and even if you whine about not being tired, he'll just drag you to bed with him, insisting you will be once you lie down, so it's unfortunate for night owl darlings. ----------

Gorou's tail swishes in his sleep. You can generally tell what kind of dreams he's having based on the movements -- in nightmares, it stiffens out, in pleasant dreams, it lazily wags back and forth. His hands and feet twitch a bit, running and fighting in his dreams. He has a tendency to sleep with his mouth open, and breathes rather heavily and loudly. He tends to sleep in intervals rather than straight through, much like a shiba, and gets to where he needs your presence to sleep, so you'll have to adjust to the routine, usually three naps a day, three hours each or so. He's a heavy sleeper, won't wake up too easily, especially not to light, seeing as his animalistic side is used to sleeping at night or during the day. It usually takes shaking him pretty roughly to wake him up. While this might sound like it presents an escape opportunity, it... really doesn't. His grip is like iron. Much like Scaramouche, he clings to you with his full body, arms and legs and hands, spooning you with your back pressed up against him. An arm under you, an arm around you, a leg around you, hands clinging to your clothes. It's pretty much an inescapable grip. ----------

Tighnari is a very light sleeper. His instincts are to wake at the slightest of noises or movements. See, in the wild, among his kind, Papa Fox must be ready at any moment to defend his den, and thereby protect his mate and kits. Tighnari retains some of that instinct, so when a noise or movement wakes him up, he snaps to full alertness within a single second, heartrate spiking, his eyes will go wide and he sits upright and looks all around for the source of the sound. It takes him a moment to realize it's nothing, and you telling him everything is fine certainly helps, but even then, he has to wait for his heart to calm down before he can fall asleep again.

Otherwise, his sleeping is quite cute, especially as it's uncharacteristic of his usual stern, dignified personality. He sort of curls up around you, wraps his tail over his hips where the end of it drapes over yours too. You can tell what kind of dreams he's having based on his tail movements. He doesn't rapidly wag his tail quite like a certain dog boy, but if it's slowly swishing back and forth, it means it's a pleasant dream, but if his tail suddenly stiffens and does more of of an occasional jerking, twitching movement, and his ears start to twitch too, it's a not-so-pleasant one. Sometimes, though, with pleasant dreams, he even gets some memory-based dreams from when he was just a little kit, and kneads at your chest and stomach with the heels of his hands, burying his face against your abdomen. Yes, you can tease him about this, and yes, he finds it very embarrassing. Use this to your advantage. ---------- 

Ayato's manner of sleeping depends on how his recent days have been going. When things are fairly easy and slow-paced, nothing much going on but the usual responsibilities, he's very easy to sleep next to. Stays perfectly still, very quiet, always seems very peaceful. He's also very warm, which makes him very comforting to snuggle up to, but be sure not to get too many blankets or you'll get a bit too hot. Still, with how still and quiet he is, it's like having a warm body pillow. He also tends to wear a traditional silk robe people (at least rich people) in Inazuma wear to sleep, which is also a very nice feeling against your skin. If things have been very busy and stressful lately, however, he's more fidgety. His eyebrows will furrow in his sleep, he'll toss and turn a bit, his fingers curl up into fists. When that happens, along with the occasional mumble, he also grinds his teeth really badly, which can get very annoying very fast. Thankfully, he wakes up very easily, you can just sort of tap him lightly and his eyes will open. Thankfully, out of necessity over the years, he's also the type of person that somehow manages to completely wake up in an instant, no grogginess or brain fog, so he just gives a soft hm? and an apology when you tell him he was preventing you from sleeping. Usually, then, you can get back to sleep before he himself falls asleep again, and hopefully the grinding won't wake you up when it resumes. That being said, having your presence is so comforting, so even under stress, those nights become far less frequent than they used to be. The only other potentially negative thing, depending on the conditions you prefer, is that he sleeps better with some white noise in the background. Thus, he usually leaves the window open, to let in the sound of waves in the distance. If you prefer that too, it's good, but if you're the type that needs silence, this can also become irksome very fast. ----------

Itto sleeps very heavily. This man could sleep through a literal tornado, a siren, anything. This becomes very problematic when combined with the fact that he has a tendency to nearly suffocate you in his sleep. He sleeps on his side, latches his arm around your waist... and squeezes. The squeezing gets progressively firmer, tighter, and eventually it wakes you up when you can no longer breathe. This means you have to start squirming around, banging your fist down on his arm until he finally stirs, mumbles something or another, and shifts back a bit so the grip relents... until it starts getting tighter again. Repeat this process about 3 or 4 times per night.

Even worse than this is a few other aspects: one, he falls asleep very quickly, usually only a minute or two, always falling sleep before you do. Two, he snores at the volume of a motor engine. Three, he insists on having Ushi in the same room (he gets lonely if he has to sleep alone!! What, would you be so heartless as to put him outside, you monster?). The only thing worse than sleeping with him, is sleeping in the same room as Ushi, because much like him, the bull snores. That sort of snore some animals have where he breathes out through his mouth and makes that droopy part of the bovine upper mouth make a flapping motion and sound. It's cute when you're watching him nap in the sun during the daytime. At night when you're trying to sleep, it is significantly less cute. So now you have not one, but two very loud snores in the same room, somehow always managing to get into this perfect rhythm where when one exhales, the other inhales, so the snore sound is literally constant. That's not even getting into the moments where Ushi occasionally decides he wants to sleep with you two and not on his mat. Given that Inazuman beds are on the ground, this means it is very easy for him to waddle his way over, decide that you are very soft and warm, and then rest on top of you to sleep. And yes, you get hoof directly on your limbs when he's climbing onto you, only to have the breath knocked out of you when he flops down on your stomach. Try to move him and he will immediately crawl back onto you. It's always you, too, no matter how many times you whisper no no no, get on him instead!, he fails to listen. He just likes you.

And then the bastard has the nerve to ask why you keep nodding off during the day. What's that look for? ----------

Heizou has a bit of an issue, ever since he was a kid: he sleepwalks. Like, it can get really bad, there's been times he's wandered outside even. It's honestly incredible, he can complete tasks, has eaten food in the past while asleep, and so on. However, the telltale sign that he's sleepwalking and not just getting up in the night is that he staggers and stumbles when he walks, and eventually falls over, which always wakes him up.

With you there, though, it really helps him out quite a bit. When he wakes up and gets out of bed, you also stir and notice it, and can usually quickly get out of bed, grab him by the shoulders and shake him a bit, and thankfully he wakes up pretty easily, usually disoriented and a bit startled. He yawns, mumbles a quick apology, and takes you back to bed. Thankfully, it's not a super repetitive thing, so it almost never occurs more than once in the same night. It does happen a couple times a week, though. Sometimes you think it's a miracle he's never accidentally injured himself somehow.

Other than that, he's very easy to sleep with: no snoring, no tossing and turning, he sleeps very quiet and still, tends to lie on his back, but pressed up against you still. If you intentionally try, though, you can get him to talk in his sleep, but his replies are usually nonsensical, if not unintelligible. He also is very difficult to startle awake -- he's used to waking up by falling down hard in bizarre places, so nothing really fazes him. He also takes teasing very well if you tell him he did something embarrassing while sleepwalking, he finds it funny and doesn't get upset or anything. ----------

Al Haitham is... undignified. Much like with Tighnari, it's something you can absolutely get him flustered over if you tell him about it when he's awake. His sleeping habits are a total contrast to his waking self's demeanor. He sprawls out, limbs going everywhere, often flopping down awkwardly over your face or shoulders. Mouth open, snores horribly, like the classic "Dad snore," loud and obnoxious. Drools all over the pillow (and unfortunately you if you let him get his face too close to your neck). He doesn't sleepwalk, but he does occasionally, for whatever reason, sit straight up in bed in his sleep, only to soon fall back down. It's nearly impossible to sleep through a full night when he's next to you.

His roommate has had to put up with this over the years, and has frequently made fun of him for it, but he still gets very embarrassed about it anyway. However, it's much worse for you, seeing as you're not only in the same room, but the same bed too. So for you, it's often less playful teasing, and more genuine irritation, seeing as it detracts from your own sleep.

Also steals covers. Absolute thief. Nor does he relent; if you try to pull the covers back to you, he somehow manages to keep an iron grip on them. Usually he ends up turning around so much they get wrapped around his body and you can't pull them off even if he isn't holding onto them. After your complain about this, though, he buys some extra blankets just for you... just hope he doesn't manage to steal those too and completely cocoon himself in all of them (yes, it has happened a few times). You find that you begin subconsciously developing a habit of clinging to the blankets in your sleep so that he can't take them from you. ----------

Cyno tosses and turns quite a bit. He can't seem to stay still. It's not so much that he has bad dreams or anything, he's just one of those people that needs to have specific conditions to sleep, and is easily stirred by the slightest of discomforts. If the temperature isn't quite right, too cold or too hot, he wakes up. If there's the slightest of sounds, he wakes up. If the room is too bright, or too dark (he needs just a little bit of moonlight), he wakes up. If he's thirsty, awkwardly positioned, etc, basically anything causes him to stir and he has to fix it or he can't fall back asleep.

The unfortunate thing is that this also means you will wake up. He moves around enough that it's bound to pull you out of sleep, especially if he has to get up out of bed. And his measures of achieving required comfort levels to sleep also often involve latching onto you in ways that are very uncomfortable and awkward for you. He doesn't have a crushing grip like some, but it's suffocating in a different way -- rather than spooning you, he manages to get to where you're facing each other, and pulls you into him so that your face is buried in his chest, and you can't breathe. Thankfully, though, he's pretty easy to pull away from, his sleeping grip isn't too strong, but it still wakes you up, and he'll go back to it when you fall asleep again.

Only about half the time, though. He alternates. Whenever he's not doing that, he's doing the opposite, pulling himself close to you so he can press his face into your chest. It's very comforting. There's no real consistency to which one he'll do, usually alternates within the same night, even.

Although perhaps the most amusing aspect of it is the next morning. Not only is he a bit of a grouch when he's still groggy and just waking up, but all that tossing and turning means that when he gets up, his hair is tangled and sticking out all over. These two things combined mean that he's very easily put into a bad mood when you start making fun of it when you wake up and see him. Stop laughing. Ugh. He gets no respect.

[starry-briar]

[Also posted on Twitter]

I saw a couple other writers do a summary of their fics from 2022 and how they feel about them. That sounds like fun, so, I guess I'll do it, too.

Komore (T, Albedo/Aether) -- I had this idea rattling around in my head for a while, and eventually I decided to just buckle down and write it. Still not in love with the name, but eh.

A Pleasant Surprise (E, Albedo/Aether) -- My first published attempt at something horny lol. I honestly wasn't feeling that positive about it in hindsight and had even considered deleting it, but then a friend left a nice comment on it the other day.

Let Me Try (T, Albedo/Aether) -- I initially explicitly told myself I would not publish anything from that planning/drafts doc I mention in the author’s notes because the goal of that doc was to just let myself write without any expectations. I don't know how past-me would feel about less-past-me breaking that commitment. Present-me isn't too bothered by it, though, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Albedo's New Assistant series (E, Albedo/Subject 2 with minor Albedo/Aether) -- I was initially extremely nervous about posting something so blatantly horny. I locked the fic down so that only logged in users could see it AND I posted it anonymously. I got over that within a few days, though. These fics have actually done wonders for helping me find the fun in writing again, so even though I'm still somewhat embarrassed, I'm very glad I not only wrote them but shared them, too.

A Confession (E, Albedo/Aether) -- Written while I and everyone else in the Albedo fandom was going feral over that thigh art. I do want to write more ns/fw for these two going forward. I find that aebedo is generally harder for me to write than bedobedo. I fell in love with aebedo because of its emotional and thematic content, so when I write it I want to live up to the potential I see in it. Bedobedo started as pure pwp for me, so I don't expect much from myself when writing it.

A New Sword for Shinobu (G, Itto & Shinobu) -- A random gen fic for a set of characters I almost never talk about on here lol. I actually have little stories/headcanons like this for almost every character. Maybe writing more of these down can be one fic goal for 2023.

Time Together (G, Albedo/Aether) -- Fun fact: while I don’t remember what exactly inspired this, I do remember that this actually started as an attempt to write something horny, over a year before I posted the bedobedo fics, but I chickened out. This fic has the highest kudos-to-hit ratio of any of my fics, so I'm glad the fluff was appreciated!

[libra-kirishima]

Three Times All Might Kept Izuku From Losing His Virginity and the One Time He Didn't (Midoriya Izuku x Reader)

Day 13: Corruption/Loss of Virginity

(Hell of a title...)

Reader is All Might's daughter.

This was also originally just the ns/fw scene which I wanted to add more to.

NS/FW Content Warning (loss of virginity, a bit of femdom)

I.

The sound of the doorbell ringing caused your heart to leap out of your chest.

Panic set in as you wrapped your wet body in a towel before rushing down the stairs to the front door. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming!” You shouted as you made your way down the stairs, through the living room, and into the foyer. “Did you forget your keys again?- Oh.” Your eyes were met not with your father, but Izuku. Green eyes looked your form up and down quickly. Soon after, a fiery blush spread across his face and down his neck. “Hey, Izuku.”

“Hi, (Y/N).” His eyes shifted to keep from staring at you. “I’m, um, here to see All Might.”

“Dad’s not here right now.” Tension formed in Izuku’s shoulders once those words left your lips. He wasn’t sure whether to be disappointed or grateful. “He’s still at the school, I think. Although he did mention swinging by the store to pick up groceries on his way home, so he could be closer than you think.” Your words sort of fell on deaf ears. Izuku was so consumed by his thoughts of you that he caught maybe every third or fourth word you said. “Come in. Please. Make yourself at home.” You stepped aside to let him in.

“Oh, I shouldn’t.” He answered, though it came out as more of a mumble. He tried and failed to conceal how excited and nervous it made him to think about being alone with you. When you grabbed his hand to lead him inside he gladly went along, lacing his fingers into yours as you pulled him along.

“Don’t be ridiculous. He won’t mind, and neither do I. Have a seat.”

He timidly sat down at the far end of your couch. You smiled kindly at him as you stood in front of him, moving directly between his open knees. Izuku swore up and down that you were trying to kill him. “Besides, I hardly get to see you anymore. You’ve been so busy.” You cupped his burning cheeks in both your hands. It took all of his strength just to look you in the eye. “I’ve been so lonely. I miss seeing you all the time.” You cooed. “I’ll be back. M’kay? Don’t go anywhere.”

You dashed back up the stairs to change, leaving Izuku alone with his thoughts.

“Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, don’t think about it.” He mumbled to himself. “This is not how you should think of your mentor’s daughter!” No matter how hard he tried to push his thoughts of you out of his head, your words still rang like a bell.

I’ve been so lonely. I miss seeing you.

He could still feel the cool touch of your hands on his flushed cheeks. Part of him wondered if things could be different  were you not All Might’s daughter. If you were any other girl, he wonders if he could hold you in his arms at night, knowing that he could call you his own. Feeling the love in your eyes and knowing that he was the only man you felt that way about. 

“Stop thinking about it!”

“Stop thinking about what, Izuku?”

“Nothing!”

You shot him a confused look, but shrugged and left it at that.

“Alright.” You moved back towards him, taking a seat right beside him.  You knew he was trying to keep his distance from you, but you refused to give him the satisfaction. “See any good movies lately?”

He shook his head hurriedly. You shrugged your shoulders again and resumed watching a docuseries about sea creatures. It was this time while you were distracted that Izuku allowed himself to look at you.

He swears you were trying to kill him. You wore nothing but a bra and pajama shorts, with a flannel loosely hanging off your shoulders covering you barely at all. Arguably less covered than you were in that towel.

You turned back and met his stare with a wide smile. The embarrassment on his face filled you with an odd sense of pride. When he looked away in shame, you smirked.

“Get comfortable.” You encouraged, curling yourself into his side. “You seem so stiff.” One hand reached across his chest to to rub his shoulders. “Think of this place as your house too.” The hand on his shoulder slid up his neck to his cup his jaw again. He leaned into your touch when you used your thumb to stroke his still burning cheek. “My dad says you’re practically his son anyways.” You giggled.

Your laugh was the sweetest sound in the world to him. You were working some kind of magic on him that he couldn’t describe. He was staring again. Equal parts wonder and shame. The implications of his mentor thinking of him as a son while Izuku had fallen for his daugher loomed over him. He could push them aside for a while. “What’s wrong Izuku?” You followed the direction of his stare down to your breasts.

Oh...

“You’re acting like you’ve never seen boobs before.” You added with a small laugh.

“I- uh-”

You cut him off with a gasp. 

“You haven’t?”

He shook his head.

“No way!”

Unsure of what to say, he shook his head again.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe- don’t you live in a dorm full of girls?” You asked, eyes wide with curiosity.

“It’s actually mostly boys. There are only six girls in my class.” He answered. He missed the root of your question, but you were too intrigued to care.

“I thought you and the little brown-haired girl were a thing.”

“That didn’t really work out.” He admitted shamefully.

“Oh?” You knew you were probing, but couldn’t help enjoying how flustered he got. “Why not?”

“Both of our feelings got... complicated. There was someone else. It kind of drove a wedge between us...”

“Hm...” Your full interest was on him. “Have you even made it to first base?”

Your tone wasn’t condescending or snarky. It was warm and inviting. Smooth like velvet with a charm that made him want to tell you everything without question.

“No.” He answered. Part of him wondered if he should have lied to impress you. He probably would have if he stopped speaking without thinking first. “Not because I don’t want to, I’m just-”

“Scared?”

He chose to respond with silence. You gave him a signature sweet smile.

Just where you wanted him.

“You don’t have to be scared with me, Izuku.” You cooed. “I’ll help you.” You shifted so your breasts pressed right up against his chest. “If you want...”

While his brain was still trying to process what you were offering him, you pushed yourself up to kiss him.

Quick. Chaste. A soft peck to serve as just enough to leave him craving more.

Izuku was stunned into silence, but his strong arms wrapped around your waist to keep you close to him. ”I- I’m- I, uh,” He stammered, desperately hoping that the logical part of his brain would return and remind him how wrong it was to form a relationship with his mentor’s daughter behind his back. How if he got caught, he might never be forgiven. He mumbled a weak “We shouldn’t- I shouldn’t-”

“Izuku...” Your body moved to fully straddle his waist. Your other hand reached up to cup the other side of his jaw. “Kiss me.”

Rational part of his brain be damned. What All Might doesn’t know won’t hurt him. He reasoned with himself. It took no time at all for him to melt into the taste of your lips and the feel of your skin. The feeling of your hands in his hair made him regret not bending to your will immediately.

The hand in his hair tugged at the locks, evoking a whine from his lips and establishing yourself as the one in control. “Lay back.” You mumbled against his lips. He didn’t hesitate for a second to shift himself so he was laying horizontally on your couch while keeping you tight over his waist. One of your arms pulled one of his from around your waist and pinned it above his head, lacing his fingers in yours. An oddly tender gesture considering how determined you were to ravage him.

Just as he felt confident enough to slide his free hand from your waist down to your ass, you pulled away. Once you both heard the sound of keys jangling in the door from the foyer, you both scrambled apart and tried to look unassuming.

“Dad! Izuku is here!” You called before rushing off to help him with his groceries.

You turned back to Izuku and shot him a wink before leaving the room.

That familiar warmth rose to his cheeks again. A feeling he would quickly start to associate with you.

II.

The shadow of the Heights Alliance building loomed heavy over your head.

Before knocking on the door you took a deep breath and hoped he was home. 

You rapped your knuckles against the door, and after what felt like an eternity the door opened a crack. Three heads popped out from the small opening, one of which was a pretty girl with pink hair. 

Before you could speak a word, a voice called your name from behind. You turned your head towards the source, and your eyes were met with brilliant emerald green.

Izuku was sweaty and tired, clearly returning from training with a tall blue haired man in tow.

“Izuku!” You pulled him into a tight embrace. “I’m so glad you’re here. I was looking for my dad and I got lost.” You lied.

“I think All Mi-” He stopped and shook his head, hoping to play off the panicked glare you gave him at the mention of who your father was. “I think all my teachers are in a meeting.” He corrected himself.

“Yes! Mr. Aizawa mentioned a staff meeting taking place this afternoon for the first year teachers.” The blue haired man added.

“Oh, what a pity.” You pouted softly. “I’m (Y/N), by the way. Apologies for not introducing myself sooner.”

“Iida Tenya. Pleasure to meet you. I take it your father works here?”

“He does, yes. He’s a first year teacher.” You answered with a kind smile and flirtatious eyes. Before your conversation could continue any further, you felt an arm pulling you to the side and the sound of Izuku’s voice mutter “You can come in if you’d like.” You waved goodbye to Izuku’s friend and followed him inside.

He spared you of introductions to his other classmates and pulled you up to his room. You had been there once before, when the walls were still bare and he had just moved in. The room was now undoubtedly his. Uniquely Izuku.

"Sorry, I just didn't want you to feel uncomfortable."

"Mhm?" You smirked.

"What?"

"Are you sure?" You took a seat at the edge of his bed and giggled when he shot you a quizzical look. You patted the space beside you for him to sit, and he did. "I feel like that's not the whole story. What, with the way your eyes were burning into me while I talked to your friend and all." His expression turned anxious. The panic in his eyes vanished as soon as it came, hoping you wouldn't notice. "I think you were jealous."

"No, I- I'm not- I-" He stammered.

"So you are jealous!"

"I'm not jealous of Iida. He's my friend-"

"Seems a little bit like you are. Unless you brought me up here for another reason?"

"You're safer with me than anyone else in my class while you wait for All Might-"

"Because I'm in so much danger with a class of pro heroes in training..." You drawled.

Based on the way he clenched his fists into the comforter beneath him, Izuku was getting worked up in just the way you intended. Better put him out of his misery sooner rather than later.

Before he could speak another word, you reached over to press a kiss to his lips. Slow and sweet, but still entirely too short for Izuku's tastes. "I think you just wanted to get me alone again." His face flushed cherry red at your accusation, but made no move to deny it. You kissed him again. "Well I think we're alone now."

He was at a loss for words. Thoughts of you took over every corner of his mind and left him unable to form full sentences.

You placed a cool hand on his warm cheek and tilted his head to look you in the eye. "What are you waiting for? An invitation? Kiss me."

And he did.

A little uneasy at first, but you gladly took that as an invitation to take control again. Once again, you tugged at his hair to inform him who's in charge.

You slipped your tongue into his mouth, and he soon found himself addicted to the taste of your lips. It was obvious that he didn't know what to do with his hands. You moved to straddle his thighs, breaking the kiss to grab his hands in your own.

"(Y/N), I-"

"Shh..."

You moved his hands up to your clothed chest, resuming the kiss once you felt his hands root themselves there. "Don't be afraid, Zuzu." You assured him. "I don't bite... Unless you want me to."

"What does that mean?"

"Oh, my sweet innocent boy." You cooed, hands returning to cup his jaw. "You know, I'd love to show you, but... Can I be honest with you?"

He nodded frantically.

"Um... This is kind of weird but it feels like my dad is watching me corrupt his successor through these posters and I can feel his disappointment from the walls of your dorm..."

III.

Soft kisses trailed down the column of Izuku's throat until you stopped at his collarbone. His eyes opened in confusion until he felt you nip at the skin there, and soon after soothe the bite with your tongue. He wasn't sure what to make of the feeling until you did it again on the soft skin of his shoulder. When you bit at the meeting point between his neck and his shoulder, he let out a small moan.

"Is this what you meant by biting?" He asked curiously. You chuckled against his pulse.

"Mhm." You answered before tilting his head a bit further and sucking a dark bruise into the skin there. Your hands undid the last button of his uniform shirt and pulled it off his broad shoulders.

Once his shirt was off, your hands drifted lower and lower down his skin until they reached his belt buckle. His heart stopped beating in his chest when your cool hands passed his naval. "Are you okay?"

He nodded.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. I'm just-"

"Scared?" You asked. He gulped. You could feel his hands starting to sweat. "I told you, Zuzu, you don't have to be scared with me. Just sit back. Relax."

You pressed soft kisses to his lips as you undid his belt buckle and pulled his aching cock out of his pants. You pulled away to look at him while your hand started stroking up and down his length, using your thumb to smear the precum at the head.

The sight before you was addicting. Absolutely immaculate. You watched his innocence melt away with each stroke. The hungry look in his eyes told you that didn't know how to handle what he was feeling, but begged for more of it.

He felt himself on the brink of orgasm when you heard the front door open. All Might's voice called to you, announcing that he was home.

"Fuck."

Once again, you scrambled to put yourselves back together before you were caught. You kissed him sofly before calling "Hey! Izuku is here for you!" You took his hand and pulled him out of your bedroom, right as your father climbed up the stairs. "I wanted to show him the sad clown painting I bought at the thrift store."

Izuku would be concerned with how good you are at lying, if it wasn't something that worked in his favor.

I.

Ding-Dong

"I'll get it!" You called, racing down the stairs. Your dad answered the door first anyways. "Ugh."

"Young Midoriya!" You heard from the foyer. "I wasn't expecting to see you here-"

"Oh, he's not here for you, he's here for me." You added, stumbling into the room in your heels. "I'm his prom date."

"Oh."

"I told you about this."

"You didn't tell me Young Midoriya would be accompanying you."

"Must've slipped." You shrugged. "Sorry, daddy." You wrapped your arms around Izuku. Besides, isn't it better Izuku than another boy in his class?" You didn't give him the chance to answer before you were ushering Izuku out the door while muttering rushed goodbyes to your father. "Bye dad! I love you. I'll be back... Eventually."

Once you slipped out and shut the door, you shot Izuku a familiar look. He knew at the start of the night that you intended to ravage him. You quickly concealed the look with a kind smile and a bat of your lashes. The perfectly innocent girl everyone thought you to be.

"Let's go?"

"Yeah," Izuku sighed. "Let's go."

The train ride back to U.A. was agonizingly long. Your hand rested on his thigh, just high enough to make him nervous. He couldn't tell if he wanted you to stop or if he wanted more.

Despite the agonizing pace of the trip there, the dance itself seemed to pass him entirely. The last thing he remembered was taking pictures to send his mom before you kissed his lips and pulled him off to the side.

"Look at you, taking initiative, I'm so proud of you." You teased. Your shoe had snapped at the heel moments ago. Izuku lifted you up in response and carried you away from the dance, but where you weren't sure. That was until you recognized the area surrounding his dorm from the darkness. You looked back at his face and cupped his cheek, just as you had a thousand times before. He had to fight off his own urge to look you in the eye. If he met your gaze, he was sure his heart would stop. And he was too protective of you to drop you. Instead he holds you closer to his chest and asks you

"Did you plan this?"

"No." You giggled, burying your face into his neck. "Did you?"

"Not your shoe breaking." He admitted.

You kept yourself busy by pressing soft kisses to the skin of his neck. His blush was so rosy that you could see it even in the dark.

You caught the eye of the brown haired girl you thought was Izuku's crush, with her lips locked on those of a pretty girl in a suit that you recognized from the third year class.

"Oh, that's why things didn't work out."

"Part of it, but I'm not too upset about it anymore." He muttered, rushing you into the elevator and up to his room. "Besides, she helped me prepare. So I really owe her one."

"Prepare what?" You asked. He said nothing as he fumbled with the door to his dorm. He entered without turning the lights on and just stood there, holding you closely with your legs wrapped around his waist. "You can put me down now."

"Oh, sorry." He kissed your lips softly before releasing your thighs. You hit his mattress with a soft thud. Izuku stripped himself of his suit jacket, trying to hold himself back from looking your way. He knew you were watching. The innocent façade was long gone, leaving the girl Izuku has come to know in its place.

"Prepare what?" You asked again.

"Oh! I want to show you something." He moved frantically across his room before you could say anything, stumbling over a pair of his shoes on the way. He flicked the light switch on to reveal a setting completely different from what you were expecting. The walls were draped with dark fabric. Sheets, you presumed. Christmas lights were hung up around his room with push pins, casting a warm, dim glow in the room. He sat beside you on his bed as he spoke.

"I wanted you to feel comfortable." He admitted. When you met his eye you almost burst into tears. He watched you with all the love in the world. To Izuku, you held the stars in the sky. You were the reason the sun shines and the rain falls.

He loved you already and he'd show you every day until he was confident enough to tell you.

"Izuku..." You looked around at how pretty everything looked, amazed that he did this all for you. "Izuku, I-" You started, but you were completely at a loss for words.

"Too much?" He asked nervously.

"No! You didn't have to do this all for me." You swallowed your emotions and looked back at his nervous expression.

"I'm gonna ruin you." You told him in the sweetest softest voice he's ever heard. You moved to pounce on him, but he stopped you before you could take things any further.

"Does this mean I can call you my girlfriend now?"

"Oh..." You laughed softly and he stared to panic again. "I thought I was already your girlfriend." You admitted. "I was actually going to ask if you thought we should tell my dad about our relationship when you took me home." Izuku buried his face in his hands.

"Yeah we probably should."

You smiled softly as you undid the buttons of his shirt.

"You can go back to what you were doing now," He assured you. "Girlfriend."

"Good to hear." You said against the skin of his neck before leaving a purple bruise there. "Anyways, boyfriend," You tugged your dress off before fully straddling his waist. "I'm gonna ruin you."

[goldencuffs]

shady businessmen au

damen/laurent + lazar/laurent ns//fw

The entire room was clouded with smoke. Everything was hazy, covered in a thick film of white, and the acridness in the air was addicting, sharp. Damen felt lazy because of it; he was drunk, sated, and now he had Laurent in his lap, eager and slutty.

 But even as Laurent kissed under his jaw and mapped his hands over Damen’s chest, Damen couldn’t completely relax. He absent-mindedly gripped Laurent’s hair, fingers settled into the nape of his neck as he thought of the disastrous meeting from earlier. He had lost total control of it. It had been a humiliating experience, only amplified by the disappointed look his father had given him during the video call after. 

 Laurent’s hand slipped down his waistband. “Stop thinking so much.”

 Damen grunted. Across the room, Lazar Lamonte, the new successor of Lamonte Enterprises, was laughing with his associates, a cigar hanging from his mouth.

 Damen had never hated anyone like this before. Looking at him now, Damen felt the familiar curl of disdain in his chest. It made him furious to see Lazar’s complacent smirk, the glint in his eyes as he sat back in his chair, sprawled and slack, like the dirty merchant he was.

 This dinner, held at one of the many restaurants Lazar owned, was the worst part of all this. Their dinner had been lavish, with a surfeit of ostentatiously presented food and drink. Everyone had enjoyed the food and drinks and the cigars, except Damen. He knew Lazar had only set up the entire event to rub his victory into Damen’s face, and not as an act of goodwill. 

 It was frustrating; he couldn’t place exactly what had gone wrong with the meeting — and that had ultimately flustered him.

 “Damen, forget about Lazar for one second,” Laurent murmured into his ear. “I literally have my hand on your cock. Just relax a bit.”

 Damen pulled sharply at Laurent’s hair and revelled in the small, hitching sound he made in the back of his throat. He kissed Laurent’s pulse point, let his tongue lick across it in a soothing gesture, and said, “Get down on your knees.”

 The noise Laurent made this time was almost silent; it left his mouth in a hiss, but he was enthusiastic in his compliance. He slipped off Damen’s lap, settling in between his legs instead, right underneath the lip of the table.

 “Now?” said Nikandros, mouth turning.

 Damen raised an eyebrow as Laurent nuzzled his crotch through his jeans, tongue wetting the fabric. “As if you’re not going to watch,” he said, and was gratified by Nikandros’ predictable twitching jaw.

 Along their table, all of Damen’s associates were pretending to adopt an air of indifference, but their eyes were darkening, pants unzipping.

 Laurent was sated, too; he was slow as he mouthed over Damen’s cock, kissing and moaning along his erection, his warm mouth making these low, gorgeous moans that had Damen gripping him again.

 Laurent tongued his slit, then kissed it, swallowing down Damen with an ease that had taken months of practice. His expression was serene as he went down on Damen, and Damen couldn’t look anywhere else, even though he was distantly aware of all the eyes on him, on them.

 Laurent made another little noise against Damen’s straining cock that had Damen’s hips twitching. Laurent’s wide, blown out eyes flickered to him, gaze sultry as he slid further down Damen’s cock, his manicured fingers wrapped around the base. Damen held Laurent’s head still and leveraged up, fucking his face for a few moments as his orgasm took hold. Laurent choked, gagging, Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to swallow down the cum flooding his mouth. Damen continued to hold him down until Laurent pinched his thigh. Damen shoved him off, the both of them gasping, flushed.

 Laurent laid his head on Damen’s thighs, breath stuttering.

 Damen pushed back his hair. “Get up here, sweetheart.”

 Laurent’s movements were even slower now; he was like jelly as he placed himself back on Damen’s lap, docile and sweet.

 “Did you come?” Damen asked, thumb tracing Laurent’s lower lip.

 Laurent flushed and nodded. Damen smirked; Laurent was always particular when it came to orgasming, and he almost never did when he sucked Damen off, but like this, with everyone watching, it had been inevitable.

 Damen kissed Laurent, let their mouths slide against each other, lazy and hungry in post-coital bliss.

 Lazar’s eyes were glued to Laurent when they broke apart.

 Damen instinctively wrapped his arms around Laurent’s waist. Still, Lazar stared at Laurent openly, his expression awed.

 It reminded Damen of the look Lazar had during the meeting as well. Since he had walked in, he had been belligerent and arrogant.

 The only thing that had caught and held his attention was —

 Laurent seemed to be aware of what Damen was thinking. He cast Lazar a brief glance, which made Lazar smirk, eyes dark, mouth wolfish.

 When Laurent turned back to him, Damen snapped out, “Absolutely not.”

 Laurent kissed him again, conciliatory. Speaking into his ear, Laurent said, “You know I’ll listen to you no matter what.” He bit Damen's earlobe, then his jaw. “But if you really want his partnership, you have to let him —”

 “I’m not letting that slimy motherfucker touch you.” Damen almost growled it; there was a bubbling in his chest that was consuming.

 Laurent said, “Alright.”

 The night went on. Damen should have been content; he’d had two orgasms in the span of thirty minutes and Laurent was getting that look on his face that suggested he was going to strip down and let Damen have his way with him any minute now.

 Unfortunately, all Damen could think about was how much his own company needed Lazar’s support to go through. A lesser part of him also wanted his father’s approval — but he’d rather kill anyone who suggested it than admit to it.

 After several hours, when the night was well and truly over, Damen pulled Laurent closer to him. “He gets twenty minutes. And I'm staying in the room the whole time.”

 Laurent smiled. He kissed Damen sweetly, lovingly, even has he writhed in his lap. “As you wish.”

 *

 Damen sat rigid and still in one of the most comfortable armchairs he had ever been in, watching Lazar run his hands over Laurent’s naked body.

 They were in one of Kastor’s holiday houses; Damen wasn’t stupid enough to let Lazar fuck Laurent in their own bed, in their home. When all this was over, Damen was going to torch this place down.

 Lazar’s mouth had been set in a rectangular, egotistic smile when Laurent had approached him after dinner. He looked like he had been ready to fuck Laurent right there, but Damen didn’t want that. He wanted to set up rules, boundaries for both himself and Laurent.

 It was why they were here, away from everyone else. The timer on Damen’s phone had been set for exactly twenty minutes, which Lazar had looked amused by, and Laurent was down on his hands and knees, facing Damen, eyes locked on him.

 Lazar was hasty in his preparation; whether that was because of the time limit, or because he was overtly eager to enter Laurent’s body, Damen didn’t know.

 Lazar bottomed out into Laurent with a long, drawn out moan. It was the ugliest sound ever.

 “Fuck,” Laurent said, eyebrows knitting, mouth open.

 Damen watched him, fists clenched. They didn’t do this. Damen and Laurent were exclusive, and while they talked about men fucking Laurent all the time, that was fantasy, spurred on by Damen’s possessiveness, and Laurent’s openness with sex.

 The most they ever did was let others watch them, because Laurent was a performer at heart; when Damen had seen him on stage at that shitty burlesque club, all those years ago, he had been obsessed. Still was, in a lot of ways.

 Lazar’s hands gripped onto Laurent’s hips, tight, but not hard enough to leave bruises. Damen could still see Laurent’s skin reddening underneath his touch, though.

 It took everything in Damen’s body to keep seated. His only solace was Laurent, who hadn’t stopped looking at Damen, his gaze tender.

 Lazar’s thrusts were hard and rough, but clumsy. His strides were not rhythmic; Laurent seemed to be struggling to anticipate the pace.

 “Fuck yeah,” Lazar grunted under his breath, hands clawing the meat of Laurent’s ass, spreading him so he could watch himself impale Laurent.

 Laurent let out a gasp, knees sliding across the sheets, spreading his thighs wider.

 It felt like it went on forever. Damen wanted to check the timer, but if he looked away from Laurent, even for a second, he thought he might die.

 It was evident Laurent wanted to cum, but Lazar’s thrusts were too uncoordinated, and he was too selfish to care about Laurent’s release.

 So Damen said quietly, “Touch yourself for me, sweetheart.”

 “Don’t fucking interfere,” Lazar attempted to snap, his voice breathy, blissed out.

 “Shut up,” Damen said. Nodding to Laurent, he said in soft Akielon, “Go on.”

 Laurent’s hand snaked down to his own cock, his movements tight and fast. He immediately started gasping out small huffy moans, and for the first time since Lazar had touched Laurent, Damen was hard.

 Lazar smacked Laurent’s ass, and Laurent cried out. Damen gritted his teeth.

 “Fuck,” said Lazar, laughing breathlessly. He shot Damen a predatory grin, full of teeth. “Now I get why you killed your own brother for him.”

 Damen’s expression remained impassive, even as he considered murdering Lazar, too.

 Laurent’s moans grew louder as he thumbed his slit. Damen wanted to take him in his mouth, coax more of those sounds for him.

 As Laurent neared his release, he seemed incapable of looking away from Damen. He was struggling to keep his eyes open. He was trying to give Damen this, this part of him no one else could touch.

 Back arched, neck flushing a beautiful crimson, Laurent gasped out, “Daddy,” and came.

 That was enough, Damen decided.

 Lazar was still thrusting, the sound of skin slapping, disgusting, cloying in the air. Damen didn’t care about the timer.

 He walked over to the bed, pulled out his Glock and placed the cold metal to Lazar’s forehead. Lazar stilled, eyes wide.

 “Time’s up,” said Damen.

[sithsdoinshit]

May I request some headcanons of the siths first time with their S/O? I’m so in need of a soft maul omg

i will try my best!! and this won’t necessarily be their first time ever, but their first time with a current s/o

*also, slight ns//fw warning ahead*

vader: it feels like he has been waiting ages for this moment. all that time, never knowing the feel of your skin outside of kisses in his chamber pod... while doing it in his bacta tank is not perfect---your movements slowed and awkward, mouths covered with ventilators---for him, it is divine. he is touching you. not the suit. not the mask. him. it is the sweetest ecstasy vader has ever felt, and he doesn’t even try to hide the tears he sheds.

sidious: y’all couldn’t pay me to do this

maul: he’s feverish in his lust at first, purring frantically with each breath as he tears the clothes from your skin. maul wants you---needs you---his body feeling like it’s on fire. your passions continue to escalate when suddenly...he stills. you’re worried that you pushed too far, but before you can stress about it he simply places a hand on your cheek. he wants to say something before you go any further, wants to tell you how much you mean to him---but the look in his eyes says it all. there is no need for words.

savage: his hearts feel like they are going to beat out of his chest. he knows he wants this, knows that you love and understand him (just as he does you), but the anxiety still lingers. you hold him---as much as you can hold a giant like savage---and move your hands slowly across his skin, waiting patiently for his nerves to melt into desire. he kisses you, slowly and tenderly, and eventually relaxes into your touch with a sigh. it takes time, but your love is well worth the wait. 

asajj: she’s certainly been to this rodeo before. this time, however… it’s different. you didn’t want to be another fling, another bed warmer. it’d be fun, but.. no. no, you loved asajj, and despite all the logic in her head screaming not to, she loves you as well. she can never get the words out of her mouth and hesitates, even, to become this intimate.. but she can’t stop herself from falling in love again.

dooku: oh, he makes a whole night out of it. a trip to a beachside restaurant, complete with the grandest masquerade ball you’ve ever seen. nobody to interrupt your time together, no responsibilities, no war. just you and the count. you come back from the fresher to your shared room at the hotel to find all the lights turned off save for a single candle. It’s just enough light for you to see dooku’s silhouette reclined on the bed, finger beckoning you towards him. you knew this was coming, and you were more than ready.

kylo: this poor boy. he doesn’t know what to do with himself at all. he knows that he wants you more than he’s ever wanted anything, knows that he’s afraid of somehow screwing this up and scaring you away… he doesn’t know how, but he’s sure he would. you just smile at him, brushing that wild hair out of his eyes, and decide to take control for a bit. let him get used to it and build that confidence you know hides inside. 

nihilus: the lord of hunger is, surprisingly, quite content to love you without having to be physical. maybe because he doesn’t need it, maybe because he is secretly afraid something might happen. but you want to try it, and nihilus wants to oblige. though there is worry in the back of his mind, he quickly surrenders himself to bliss as your hands explore his robes. if he concentrates, he can make himself physical enough to hold onto. the two of you make do.

grievous: qymaen was no stranger to sex, but grievous? he was resigned to the fact that it might never happen. his mind is a whirlwind of trepidation and self-doubt, though he would never admit to the latter (even to his lover). still, with you, he finds it easy to fall into the familiar motions regardless of his new body. he knows just how to play this game---but more than that, he feels...it. the flare of true, passionate love that he thought he lost long ago. qymaen jai sheelal is reborn in your arms, and the feeling never dwindles, no matter how many times you make love.

inquisitor: you simply cannot believe this man is a virgin. the ease of his movements and touch, the sweet seductive words he whispers in your ear… was he practicing this during all the time you spent apart? he had to, surely. preparing for this moment, which had to be just right. well, it was more than “just right” if anybody asked you. music, flower petals.. the whole shebang. the inquisitor spent so much time making this moment special, and it’s obvious how much you mean to him.

lana: she’s downright ashamed at how much she’s blushing. lana is a sith lord, damn it all, and this is hardly her first time doing this. and yet… you manage to reduce her to such. her face is flushed, as red as the lipstick she wears so often, and she practically melts into your touch. lana is absolutely ready to be with you, has been ready for a long time. but lana beniko is a patient woman and wants to do things proper. by the stars, did it pay off.

[officialcatastrophe]

Starting July 20, 2020!

HI EVERYONE !! i’m so sorry that this blog has been so dead lately and we haven’t gotten the chance to host any special catastrophic events due to work. However, ever since the pandemic (hopefully you’re all staying at home and staying safe!) occurred, I (Mod Guren) decided to reopen the catastrophic summer event! I AM SO SINCERELY SORRY THAT THE LAST CATASTROPHE EVENT WAS A DISAPPOINTMENT. But now I have taken measures so that I do not repeat the same mistake for this event. 

for those of you who are new to this blog, hello! please take the time to read the information down below to understand the rules and the events!

What is this? An event focusing on the lovely ships of the Catastrophe at Sixteen series, involving only the Catastrophe at Sixteen characters~

Who could participate in this? Everybody! Anyone who could create! Fan Art, AMVs, Fan edits, Graphic Makers, Fic writers, etc. Everyone! No matter what you create your contribution would be greatly appreciated! ( However you must also abide to our Guidelines when participating ^^ )

When will this take place? 20 July to 26 July, 2020. 

How does this work? The goal of this event is to spread positivity to the Owari No Seraph fandom, who else is tired of seeing the same characters every year being drawn and only specific events for specific ships? This is the event that promotes all sorts of ships and characters to bring some exposure to new artists, new members of the fandom and new writers! And even if you don’t participate it’s totally fine! Help your fellow creators out and leave nice and encouraging comments, and reblog their content!

IMPORTANT NOTE!!: Due to some past issues, your contributions might not show up in the tag in the first few days! So please please please tag us in your creations and posts! @officialcatastrophe

Notice ( Very important!! ): We’ve changed the event up a bit, thank you for your feedback on how to make this event more enjoyable than last time! Once the week ends, please do give us some feedback and how we could make this more enjoyable for you all! Thank you!

Rules:

Do not disregard any participant nor attack anyone for their ships or their characters. Consider yourself blocked, reported and your contributions would not be shared on the blog.

Tag everything correctly! No one wants to see any triggering content! ( ex. bl-ood/ g/ore/ d-eath/implied incest/etc. )

This is a Catastrophe Event, featuring ONLY the catastrophe characters! Please do not suddenly include characters that are not featured in the Light Novel! This event also follows the Light Novel timeline! (Shinoa Squad should be around their supposed ages during this timeline! There are exceptions though!)

Tag all your submissions under the tag #catastrophicsummer2020

You are allowed to combine two prompts to one day!

NS/FW must be tagged correctly! ( This is to some of the mods as well ) Please please keep in mind of who are also participating in this event!

And yes that is all! if you have any information please don’t be afraid to send us a message! Questions, comments and concerns are welcomed!

FEEL FREE TO START ON THE PROMPTS BEFORE THE WEEK! ^^ But please don’t post it right away since we will start checking the tag after the first day of the week!

Reminder: All must be Catastrophe at sixteen related! It has to follow the Catastrophe Timeline!

If you wish to get a head start on making your submissions and contributions the prompts under the ‘keep reading’! Have fun everyone! (Keep in mind we’re using similar prompts again due to the fact that last summer event did not go as planned). 

Day 1 -  Camp | Confessions | Popsicles Day 2 - Beach | Secrets | Longing Day 3 -  Festival | Parties | Letters Day 4 - Sunset | Midnight | Lost Day 5 -  Islands | Video Games | Vacation Day 6 -  Sick | Water Games | Boats Day 7 -  Apologies | Memories | Mermaids 

[hetamagine]

Nice to meet you!!

Hello everyone! I’m Buan, the owner of this new blog. Ive kind of wanted to do one of these for a long time and finally convinced myself to go through with it lol. Since I’m a Hetalia nerd and have been since 2012 it’s about time I do something on tumblr again.

I don’t expect much to come in at first and since I’m doing this on my own as I’m new to imagine blogs and don’t know the process of getting new mods and such, I hope you all will be patient with me and enjoy whatever content you request that I fulfill!

I am comfortable writing all sorts of things including topics that may be controversial to some. There are however a few things I will not touch in a sexual or fetishistic manner, just a heads up.

I accept au requests too! And Ns/fw is allowed! Almost everything is fair game for requests, though if it is deemed a controversial topic it will not be made light of and will be treated as the serious subject it is.

If you want me to write for a male s/o please clarify so in your requests.

And if you want specific characters please list them.

- Buan

[gayregis]

Can I just say thank you for being one of the few people who doesn't ship Dettlaff and Regis, yanno, brothers. It's sooooo refreshing to see.

HELL yea this has been my MO since day one on this blog.

in ADDITION to the fact that “regis regenerated from dettlaff’s blood making them literally blood brothers,” i feel dettlaff is way underdeveloped in canon and since cdpr made him a one-dimensional villain of the story that’s insinuated to be controlling of syanna because “that’s just how vampires are” it’s really uncomfortable as a ship. he’s so fucking bland oh my god. he’s literally just there to pose conflict and you can’t even talk to him as a player. i’ve completely rewritten dettlaff in my head to be a better character/a good friend to regis/him and regis actually have a good siblingesque bond, so i can’t relate with cdpr’s idea of him anymore but jfc man i hate canon dettlaff lol he’s so boring and he’s just Angry White Man, i’ve never seen a star wars but he reminds me of kylo ren.

also because if dettlaff had to regenerate regis alone because that’s just a thing that vampires do now i guess, and regis was like unable to speak or move because his body was ??? regrowing ?? (this plot is so fucking weird and gross when you give it any thought at all, it focuses so much on the fantasy-biological aspect of regeneration lol), i think it gives them an weird power dynamic and imbalance because dettlaff at one point would have held all of the power in the relationship. also in blood & wine they aren’t even shown to communicate that much and you know around 2/3 of the endings are like “regis kills dettlaff even if it would alienate him from every other vampire ever :)” (which i guess is also a thing now that vampires do) so it’s really... just... not ship material.

people just ship regis and dettlaff because they need some kind of romantic ship for regis and dettlaff because they are vampires and as regis said in baptism of fire, humans are thirstier for vampires than any vampire ever has been for blood. and i feel like it gets accepted because it’s like, there’s no one else to really ship regis with besides geralt (or the succubus or the queen of the night, but honestly what are you doing if you ship regis with women...) but even though it’s changed now, geralt was for a long time mainly shippable with like, only yennefer or triss, lol. if you had another ship, people would proverbially look at you funny. i feel it was “easy” for people to “square away” regis and dettlaff together as an item because it’s like, “okay, they’re two white men, they looked at each other once, they have some things in common. if we make them gay, then regis never has to interact with geralt again and we can focus on the more important ships.” but then it got popular and p*rverts online realized they could make hella p*rn out of it, so they began to, and that just added to its popularity, cue like a billion ns/fw regis/dettlaff and regis/geralt/dettlaff explicit fics and shirtless drawings. LOL. it’s funny how hard any fandom will try to come up with sexual content for every character just to cover all of their bases. like. look at regis. why does he have to fuck. it’s just that you’re thirsty for like, what, the hairline blood & wine gave him? come on. plus they draw him super pale and gross vampire trope-y to make him look like an unseasoned bowl of oatmeal. i can’t STAND it. provide me content of regis being a good friend, mentor, and member of the hansa, and then we can think about giving him a romantic life. but quench your thirst with mandrake and read his rant in baptism of fire about how humans fetishize vampires, or this conversation will go NOWHERE i assure you

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(PEN)NAME: ash or star!

PRONOUNS: he/him!

ZODIAC SIGN:  libra!

TAKEN OR SINGLE: ecstatically taken for a little over ten years now! last year was actually the year we were planning to get married, if the pandemic hadn’t popped off.

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my #1 comfort meal is katsu curry! can guarantee that at least half of my food based thoughts are, “boy, i wish i was eating curry right now.”

i’m studying to become a medical scribe! Kind Of. mostly just in the process of waiting on my employers to give me the okay to come in for work on account of *gestures at the state of the world.* not exactly safe to have more people in a doctor’s office or hospital than necessary right now. but their communication has been excellent! and i DID pass a test and get my certification last year, so that’s a nice start!

i can do some pretty solid pokemon impressions! namely of pikachu and aipom. not that i’ll ever do them for you because i can’t stand voice chat. GFHDGSHF. you’ll just have to take my word for it, i guess!

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GOD dude. i roleplayed online as early as age 11, so i’ve got fifteen years under my belt. crazy, huh? i started on neopets and from there, wiggled my way to proboards and jcink forums. gaia online. livejournal. msn messenger. aim. skype. you name it and i’ve DONE IT. but i’m most content with indie and private rp nowadays! closed group experiences, despite there being gems, have generally been pretty awful for me and i tend to avoid them. though i am in One (1) lovely kingdom hearts group with people i trust wholeheartedly atm!

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the ones that are regarded by all who know them as beacons of light, but they’ve got so much turmoil in their hearts that it eats them alive from the inside.

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FLUFF: fluff is my BREAD AND BUTTER. doesn’t even have to be romantic, either! friends and platonic found family being excellent to each other makes me so dang soft.

ANGST: absoLUTELY. tbh everything i write has a way of dipping into angst territory even if it’s not planned. that doesn’t mean it’s purposeless, though! the development, comfort and healing’s a mandatory part of the package.

SMUT: definitely! but i gotta be comfortable with the person i’m writing it with. not really because it’s ns/fw and i see writing that as inherently intimate, or anything, but because i hate to write it publicly, so we’ve gotta be on dming terms.

PLOT / MEMES: a healthy dose of both is good! sometimes it’s tough to come up with anything off the top of your head, so having prompts to fall back on is always nice.

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