#i am so. touch starved. i would love for someone to lay on top of me and crush every bone in my body

[asterdeer]

someone suggest me an album to listen to that'll make me go insane in a good way, i forgot my antidepressants for like a week while i was sick and now i'm feeling a little insane in a bad way

[melancholicscoundrel]

just read My Lesbian Experience With Loneliness. bawled my eyes out. never felt so seen. considering hiring myself an escort.

[sunshine-for-serotonin]

My lord i would give you my firstborn for more Erik content, hes literally my babygirl.

Hello my darling!! I decided to do some cuddling headcannons for you as well as some random tidbit headcannons!!! {it’s extremely unorganized} this can be read as any Erik of your choosing, but some specific phantoms are mentioned once or twice!

I’m not super proud of this, but I felt like I had to feed you guys something.

I am not officially back to my full tumblr writing, but I am hoping to make a steady return! Also, I made a Lerik bot on Character.ai if you guys want me to un-private it and post the link. :)

When you cuddle with Erik, no matter which version, you basically have to plan on taking the first or second half of the day off.

He’s very touch starved, so he doesn’t like letting you go unless he absolutely has to, and even then Erik will probably throw a fit of some kind, too desperate for your touch to even think about how it may affect the rest of his opera house.

He’s not ashamed about voicing his need for you either; if you try to leave, he will drop down to his knees and blubber like a child, begging for you to stay and love on him. If it’s a specific person that is causing you to leave, Erik will threaten to kill them! It doesn’t matter if it is the managers, Meg and Madam Giry, or even Christine (should she stay there after the whole final lair scene and the phantoms activities die down)! It doesn’t matter! They don’t matter! The only thing that matters is you and your love! Erik needs you, (Y/N)! He needs you to love him until he can’t think! For you to cuddle him and kiss him like he’s your beloved pet!

Concerning you being friends with Christine, Erik absolutely despises it! She had already abandoned him for the Vicomte, she can’t take you away from him too! She mustn’t! No, if Christine even tried to advise you away from him, he would make sure she wishes she never approached you!

Please, if he starts on one of his tangents about you leaving him for someone else, make love to him and tell him what a good boy he is. It’s a sure fire way to calm him down, and Erik, even though he is likely significantly older than you, loves being coddled and reassured that you won’t leave him.

you will find that almost all versions of Erik prefer to be held rather than just hold you, with the exception of Cherik. It’s not because they’re selfish! It’s because Erik needs you to hold him in order for things to feel okay, and it feels good that you would hold him of your own free will and kindness. If he was the one completely holding you, he would be worried you didn’t actually want to be close to him!

To expand on that a little more, Cherik is the only phantom that prefers to be the big spoon. All the others want you to press against them from behind and wrap your arms around their waist, pressing kisses into the sensitive skin of their neck. {as mentioned in one of my previous posts, Kerik is a horny bastard and will probably start getting hard if you’re not careful.}

Get them to lay on top of you.

Do it. Well… do it if you can handle them crying from emotional release, anyway.

Laying on top of you will give Erik the feeling of maternal care and nurturing he never received as a child, and it’s bound to make him cry from the sheer love he feels for you and the feeling of love you’re giving him, and even then the abandonment issues and childhood trauma just overflows from him like a fountain of sadness.

For versions of Erik where his deformities are a little more open and wet, like Meriks, you’ll have to reassure him that you don’t mind touching it. That the feeling of his open flesh against your skin doesn’t bother you, and that you’d love to cuddle him regardless.

Phantoms with deformities like Meriks are almost always between a rock and a hard place when it comes to cuddling you because on one hand, they’re worried about you seeing their deformities up close and so they’ll want to lay their bad side on your chest so you can’t see it as well. On the other hand, they’re paranoid about you finding the feeling of their deformities gross against your skin and making you uncomfortable.

It’s a lot to unpack when you cuddle Erik, or even give him attention in general, but you will find that it is well worth the effort. Erik loves you and would burn down the entire world to make you smile, and yet he finds himself feeling he is unworthy of even mere scraps of your attention and love, but you always reassure him otherwise. :)

[twin-wxngs]

{You did this to me, I hope you understand @smilingcrittersthingig }

After seeing your animation of Dogday and Allister I ship them so much and I cannot help but share my thoughts on the idea of their ship.

I imagine it'd be one of those instances where I can see it being a slow and steady relationship, where Dogday is the patient one while Allister takes his time warming up to him.

Dogday would be one of, if not one of the only things that gives Allister a reason to get up. And on Dogday's side, Allister is someone who listens without judging him and listens to his problem. This is just something they'd be used to doing until it becomes more than that.

On top of Allister being a person for comfort that Dogday could look to, Dogday's uplifting presence is a huge motivator for Allister in general, which encourages him to want to try more.

I just like the idea of a big, imposing, gentle yet lazy alligator fawning over his touch starved, optimistic ball of sunshine who supports every step he takes.

I can see the idea that while Allister doesn't talk much because he didn't see the merit in it, he shows how much he appreciates Dogday in physical actions. Imagine small displays of affection like wrapping him in his arms, or hand holding. It may not seem like much, but Dogday loves it.

And if Dogday ever overworks himself, Allister basically forces him to relax by making him lay down, and doesn't stop holding him until he agrees to relax. In order to help him do that, he learned how to make tea from Picky because he figured it would help. He's probably really good at it by now.

Can you imagine Dogday just laying on top of the gator who's holding him tenderly in his arms while he lays on the bed? Honestly, I think if it weren't for Allister, Dogday wouldn't relax as much.

{And now, I am dubbing this ship due to their pendants.. SunCross. I love them too much..}

[mazeinthemiroh]

I love the reactions you write I was wondering if i could ask for a cute txt reaction where the reader falls asleep listening to the members heart beat.

txt when their s/o falls asleep on their chest

genre: fluff, hurt / comfort

word count: 0.8k

warnings: extremely fluffy, approach at your own risk!!

author's notes: some are different lengths, i hope that's ok. writing this made me cry because clearly i am touch starved and want to cuddle with someone desperately ;-; anyways hope you enjoy :DDD

soobin

"are you comfortable?" "very."

soobin knew he didn't have to ask you this every time he was close to you. but even so, he wanted to be sure. and that never failed to make you feel warm inside. you felt so safe in his arms. so secure and out of harm's way. nothing could hurt you or upset you when you were with him. that's something you couldn't say about anyone else.

life had been getting you down recently. it was busy and tedious and boring, and there was very little happiness in it. except with him. so as you lay there on top of him, head on his chest as his arms wrapped around your body, you felt as if you had never been so happy before in your entire life.

and with the calming beat of his heart, you fell asleep. maybe life had given you something to be grateful for, after all. and your boyfriend felt the same.

yeonjun

"just listen to my heartbeat, baby."

yeonjun knew how bad your insomnia would get. but he didn't have all the solutions. which, honestly, frustrated him. when it came to you, he wanted to figure out and fix all your problems as soon as possible. but with things he didn't understand, or things that couldn't be prevented, he was at a loss. does that mean he soon gives up? never.

so his solution to your insomnia was simple. him. he knew he could relax you. knew he could soothe you and lull you to sleep. it had been such a success so many times before.

so as you lay in his arms, perfectly snug with your head laying on his chest. you focused on the beat of his heart. it was a comforting sound you had gotten used to. and he felt that he had found the right solution for you, just by giving you the comfort you needed.

beomgyu

it was a usual thing for you and beomgyu to stay up all night talking. he was just such an interesting person and had a lot to say, a lot of opinions and a lot on his mind. but tonight, you found yourself too tired to keep awake.

the position of laying on his chest didn't help. the gentle heart beats paired with the soft rumble of his voice as he rambled on about his day made you feel so comfortable. he felt like home. he was your home.

"and then yeonjun told me i was being dramatic, but personally i thought that was a bit harsh becau-" beomgyu stopped himself mid-sentence as he realised you hadn't been responding for quite a while, only to see you fully asleep in his arms. he smiled softly and placed gentle kisses on your face, whispering a 'goodnight' that you were unlikely to hear.

taehyun

today was not a good day.

i mean, that was an understatement; you had been crying for most of it. this week had gotten progressively worse, and the only thing that could keep you from spiralling was your boyfriend. so, in a desperate attempt to make yourself feel better, you phoned him up. and he dropped everything, and came immediately.

"i'm so sorry." you kept apologising, and he hated that. there was nothing to feel sorry for because you were his priority. he had your lead laying on his chest as he ran his fingers through your hair, hushing you and making you feel warm and at peace again.

you focused on his calm breathing. inhale, exhale. inhale, exhale. the rhythm was slow and beautiful. his whole presence was gentle. kissing the crown of your head, he whispered to you every now and then; words you couldn't comprehend as you slowly fell asleep. but the only coherent words that remained in your mind were 'i love you.'

hueningkai

it happened the first time you cuddled up to him.

it was raining outside, tapping gently on the window while the moon was covered with clouds. you had hueningkai were in the very early stages of your relationship, trying to figure out where to go, where to touch, how to touch, how to look, what was appropriate, what was not. it was all a confusing and awkward time, but also a time that bought you both butterflies at the pit of your stomach and the heat in your cheeks.

but you had finally decided to cuddle up to him. it was so late, and you were both closer than you ever had been before on the couch. so taking the opportunity, you placed your head on his chest and wrapped your arms around his middle. his heartbeat was beating faster than it ever did before. this close proximity with you was already too much, but now? you were actually on him.

"hueningkai, calm down," you whispered and giggled lightly, giving his tummy a little rub to comfort him. and with that reassurance, he relaxed to your touch. and soon, his heartbeat slowed into a peaceful sound, and you both fell asleep in each other's arms.

[theyanderespecialist]

Touch Starved 1 (Scenarios) Yandere Upper Moons X Gender Neutral Prisoner Reader (Demon Slayer)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with another request! This one is going to be a mini-series of the Yandere Upper Moons x gender-neutral human prisoner reader and what they do if they hugged them! Now let's do this! This will have at least Kokushibo, Doma, and MAYBE Akaza as well! I hope you all enjoy this chapter!]

(Disclaimer: None of the Upper Moons are Yandere, well except for Maybe Doma, that man is a kinda sussy! This is just for fun and Not to be Taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine, just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!)

(Kokushibo, Upper Moon 1) (A Forgotten Fondness)

(Kokushibo's POV)

I have my human companion, their name is (Name). I take good care of them. At first, they would try and run. I caught them each time and would spank them. I would never cause permanent damage to my darling. I would not be able to live with myself. They did not like me touching them. So I never forced my affections onto them. Even though I wanted to hold them while they slept. I missed being able to hold someone in my arms. As demons we did not need to sleep, but like fish we could sort of rest.

So every night I would lay next to them, I would watch them as they fell asleep. Their back always turned to me. I am reading a book since I could read in the dark. I then heard them roll over and their leg was the first thing on me.

Their leg is draped over my two legs and they then slowly wrapped their arms around me and laid their head on my chest. I could tell by their heartbeat that they were awake. Their heart is racing and I can tell they are nervous about what I would do. I stayed still and then I wrapped an arm around them and pulled them closer.

They squeak, tensing up, but soon relax and they fall asleep on my chest. I forgot how much I loved this. They will be sleeping while hugging me from now on. I cannot let my (Name) go another night, not embracing me!

(Doma, Upper Moon 2) (Icy Hugs)

(Doma's POV)

It was hot, or at least that is what my followers were saying. I run cold, even more than other demons. When I was a human my temp ran a bit cool as well. I was worried about my little snow bunny. They were my human pet! They were the only one to make me feel. I adore them and so I kept them nice and safe with me!

Some would say that they are a prisoner! I disagree! I was keeping my snow bunny safe. Without me, they could die! I could not let that happen. Also, I adore being able to be near them and to love them! I love my snow bunny, I know they put up a fight, but I know I am also wearing them down! They are sure to fall in love with me sooner or later.  I finished my duties for the night and came back to see (Name) They were lying on the western bed and they were in absolutely nothing at all. They looked up at me and groaned as I walked in.  "Is someone not feeling-" I start and they Suddenly they got up into a sitting and pulled me down into a hug.  I feel my cheeks flush and my heart race.  "Shut up!" They whine into my neck. "Hold me... It is too hot... I don't like it." 

They needed me, they wanted me to hold them! Oh, Thank Lord Muzan. I climbed into bed with them and stripped my clothes. So my full cold body can press up against them.  They let out a happy noise and buried their face into my neck. I love them so much and I am NEVER Letting them go~ 

(Akaza, Upper Moon 3) (Deep Rooted Loneliness)  (Akaza's POV)) 

It sucked being up at the top. I wanted to have a friend, someone I could bond with and become stronger with. I had been lonely since I became a demon. Although I would never admit it to anyone. I was not going to let anyone know that weakness I had. Lord Muzan had made it clear that feelings like that were weak.  Then I met them, they were like no one I have ever met and I wanted them. When they refused to become a demon, I knew I could not let them go. So I kidnapped them and got Lord Muzan to let me keep them. They had been angry and fought me every day. I loved it! I love fighting them and them fighting back against me.  I would praise them every time they landed a hit on me! I felt so alive and I did not give up in asking them to become a demon. They always told me to fuck off.  Of course, it could not stay like this, after a while they seemed to give up. Their fire had been snuffed and they just sat staring at the wall. I had to force them to eat because I refused to let them die. I tried to goad them into fights, arguments, anything. They just stared at the wall, holding themselves.  This week was no different. So I left them alone to look for the spider Lily. It was the first time I had to leave them at all. I had a demon taking care of them for this week, and when I came back they had thrown their food on the ground and they tore up the room.  They saw me and I was certain they would fight me. Although they did not. They wrapped their arms around my waist and cried into my chest. I realized that this whole time I had been gone they had been alone except for food. They felt as if I left them and did not want them. They had missed me. 

They hug me tight to them and I rub my back. I was pleased that they needed me for emotions and physical touch. I also wish that I had not had to hurt them again. I know lord Muzan will make me leave them again for another mission. I hated the idea of them being lonely. Although... If they are willing to hug me afterward or maybe even more. It might be worth it~ 

I love holding them in my arms~ 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS part 1 done! I hope you all enjoyed this! The next one will be Hantengu or his clones or all of them! So keep an eye out! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter here, and please Stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

[star-girl69]

Faithless

Savior Complex Part Two

Lottie Matthews x Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

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sypnosis: Sick with guilt, scared of every shadow, hungry and stubborn, this is no way to live life. You lay in the attic all day, let the world pass you by, watching as memories play over and over, but there is blood on your hands and in your teeth. You can never get it off.

a/n: another au where coach ben didn’t burn down the cabin bc again… i am not dealing w that ❤️ and also I WANTED HURT/COMFORT SO I WROTE HURT/COMFORT. DEAL W IT. i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: mentions of death, cannibalism, swearing, depression, suicidal ideation, tell me if i missed anything!!

—-

You will never forget the sound his body made as he landed in the bottom of the pit. You will never forget that first moment you saw him, when all you saw was his still body and the blood. You will never forget the moment you had realized what had happened, when you saw the spikes and the blood, and you realized what his stillness meant.

Maybe the way that your mind had forced you into this loop where you constantly though about it was why you had these dreams.

Another night, another nightmare, and you shoot up straight in the flimsy mattress you call a bed. Natalie and Lottie’s arms fall from around you, and you push them off, the blankets off, everything away, because you can’t stand to be warm when he never will be warm again.

You cry. You cry. You didn’t know it was possible to cry this much, for your starved and hungry body to hold this much tears.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry,” someone is whispering, brushing the hair out of your face, and someone else just wraps themselves around you so you won’t hurt yourself or them in your frenzy.

Lottie kisses your shoulder and mumbles something. A prayer, maybe. You feel numb again.

Natalie takes your face in her hands, stares into your eyes, but it feels like she’s a ghost. You want to stare into her soft eyes, you want to kiss her, you want it to be how it was- but you just look through her.

She touches your temples.

“What is happening in here?” she whispers, her voice full of such genuine confusion, and when you can finally stare into her eyes, you realize she’s crying.

“I don’t know,” you whisper back, your voice scratchy from not being used. “I don’t know.”

She wipes away your tears, taking a deep breath and wrapping herself around you tighter, so your face is pressed into her chest. She sets her chin on top of your head.

And she holds you like that for a long time until she must think you’re asleep, so she guides you to lay down in that same position, the room quiet except for soft breaths.

“I-I don’t know how to help her, Lot.”

Lottie scratches your scalp. She doesn’t speak. She doesn’t know either.

—-

As soon as you woke up, you knew this day would be as worst as the last. So, like the day before, you didn’t wake up. After a while, Natalie detangles herself from you and Lottie, heading downstairs.

Since the hunt, Natalie had been the only one to leave the attic. Lottie had reopened all of her cuts and bruises in the aftermath, aggravating every sore spot in her body.

It was hard for her to get up and down the stairs.

But at least she had a reason.

You had turned into this black hole of a thing, sucking in breath and warmth and attention and letting out nothing in return.

Even now, as you lay on your side, Lottie pressed against your back, she’s trying to keep you warm, trying to make you feel better- running her hands through your scalp.

And if it was the before, if you still had some semblance of faith left in you- if you could believe that the world held something good in it, you would love it. You would love her attention and her comfort.

But every time you close your eyes you see his tiny bloody body. You feel the blood sinking under your skin. You hear the sound as he fell and landed.

You aren’t a person anymore. You’re a black hole, and all you can do is take.

—-

It’s not hard to realize that Natalie and Lottie are treating you like glass. And maybe you would be annoyed if you didn’t feel like glass.

You haven’t been able to eat since the hunt.

And you know they’re trying to be kind to you and your grief, but every time Nat looks at you in the light, she looks so concerned. You know you must be looking horrible, hungry and dirty.

Nat looks at you as she passes Lottie’s cup to her, full of meat that the scent of sends a sharp pang of hunger through your stomach. Lottie moves away from you so you don’t have to smell it or hear her chew it.

“You should really eat,” Natalie whispers. “I can find something for you.”

You look through her. And you know she notices it too by the way her shoulders drop.

“I’m tired,” you murmur softly, and you are. You’re tired of living the same memories every time you close your eyes. You’re tired of the hunger in your stomach.

You look down, fixing the blankets around you.

You can still feel her eyes on you. She doesn’t stop looking.

Lottie sets her metal cup onto the floor, untouched, and you look up in shock. Food is a commodity here. She should eat it before it gets cold. You would if you could.

“We know you’re scared,” she says, crawling gingerly towards you. You look at the floor and bring your knees to your chest. “But you can’t let your fear drive you to death.”

You scoff, automatically, because at you’re core you’re just a teenager girl who can’t fathom the notion of death.

“I’m serious,” Lottie whispers, her voice falling softly. She places her hand on your chest. “Breathe. In and out-”

“Lottie,” Nat says, her voice soft for you but her tone stern. Lottie rolls her eyes and turns back to you.

And it’s so casual, and so them, that you can help but smile.

They both seem a little shocked for a moment, but your smile doesn’t falter, too caught up in such a before moment, that they quickly slap their own smiles on their faces just so you’ll keep smiling.

Nat places her hand on your knee, still drawn up to your chest-

“We love you,” she says. And it’s just so true and so obvious that you believe her.

And even though you don’t know if you’ll ever not feel this horrible black hole in your chest, they love you.

When the first tears come, Natalie just wipes them away with her thumbs. But when they come like a rain storm, and your sharp breathes sound like thunder, she doesn’t bother trying to stop them.

Lottie comes behind you and wraps her arms around your waist, letting you fall against her, and the tight ball you had wound yourself up into falls. Natalie gets on her knees and presses your face to her chest.

“I love you,” Lottie whispers. “We love you.”

And they whisper it so many times the phrase starts to sound funny.

“It’s okay,” Nat whispers, because she has always been the type of person to throw a band-aid over a bullet hole. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“And it doesn’t feel like it,” Lottie continues, “But I know it will come. And you don’t have to do anything unless you want to, and… and we’ll always be here to make you do the stuff you have to do, no matter if you want to do it.”

It does not take away the fact that you feel like a black hole. It does not make Javi alive again. It doesn’t make you feel any less guilty.

But it makes you feel loved.

You are faithless, but maybe they have enough faith for the three of you.

—-

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@emilynissangtr

[morallygreyyn]

Hey! This is my first ask and I am not sure if you have any limits so this is experimental... can I have Illumi and Hisoka making sweet, passionate love with their s/o (fem or gn) and some aftercare fluff 🥺 thank you

passionate love + aftercare with the hxh boys (headcanons)

characters: hisoka, illumi, kurapika x gn!reader

authors note: i think you meant hisoka and illumi seperately (? 👀) so i turned these into headcanons - i hope that's okay anon! also threw kurapika in there for a laugh

warnings: mentions of nsfw content but its minimal

minors dni

requests are open! read my rules here!

dear lord where do i even begin

this man is nothing if not passionate in everything he does

and boy oh boy does he rock your socks off in bed

i imagine passionate love with hisoka would be rough, messy, all over the place but fun

neither of you can get enough

your hands would be constantly over each others body

good luck prying this man away from you

not that you'd want to

this isn't to say that he's not sweet when he wants to be

while i can't imagine hisoka to ever be the slow and steady type, he definitely knows how to combine both passionate and sweet

on the days where he just wants to chill, i'm sure even someone as deranged as him has them at some point, i can imagine he'd focus more on kissing and dragging out your pleasures for as long as possible

and oh man is he willing to just cuddle for the rest of the day/evening/night literally whenever

he’s hands-down a very physical lover and that includes bundling his lover, aka you, in those big strong arms

“kiss me.”

“my lips hurt hisoka.”

“and that’s a problem?”

.....

ok

so he's a challenge ngl

this man is the literal definition of a walking beansprout

as much as i love him

his spectacular brain doesn't grasp the meaning of sweet and passionate

i don't think he had a singular passionate bone in his body if that doesn't include his family and even then it's strained and confused

buuuuuuttttt

i would imagine illumi to realistically take care of any partner that he has

and that includes the bedroom

sweet and passionate love with illumi would be you managing to sneak a few kisses full on french kissing, or pulling his hair in the heat of the moment which he loves but would never be caught dead admitting that

he's definitely the type to focus on getting the job done rather than drag things out

but i can imagine he would be willing to go at the pace you set if you guide him through

he would prefer this bc he has no idea what he's doing half the time even though he acts the opposite

you wouldn't call it sweet and passionate unless illumi looks as if he's been dragged through several bushes and had a midlife crisis halfway through

i'm talking his lips swollen, hair messed and tangled, love bites scattered across his body 

perhaps even a light flush to his cheeks but i'm being generous here but he’d look so freaking pretty i-

for aftercare you would have to force him to stay with you

this man doesn't want to waste time by just laying there

but if you lay on top of him

and if you wrap his arm around your body, what can he do?

a lot, he can do a lot

but he loves you in his own twisted way so he's not moving unless you want him to

why would he?

you might even catch him as you’re drifting off into sleep plant the barest hint of a kiss on your forehead

would absolutely deny it later

touch starved illumi

angel

the sweetest lover oml

literal, and i cannot stress this enough, perfection

making love with him would be like floating amongst the clouds

or smth poetic like that

lots of kisses, compliments, and cuddles would be involved both during and afterwards

every time you two would make love it would always be the sweetest, fluffiest and most passionate thing

is absolutely 100% the type to put your needs before his

but lucky for him you’re also the same about him

so it’s always mutual pleasure

adores when you pull his hair lightly or call him pet names or tell him that he’s doing well

i believe aftercare would just be the both of you wrapped in each others arms, basking in the afterglow

would ask if you need anything

you say no

he gets you things anyway

or if you’re both really tired you just lie there and refuse to leave each others side

pls just give kurapika all the cuddles kisses and love that you can he desperately needs it

[madrone33]

I finally listened to Hadestown! 🎉

Starting with the Original Cast Recording, ‘cause might as well do it in release order. Loved it! Groovy music. Snickered. Cried. Wrote down my reaction as I went, so if you're chill with rambled thoughts and observations, here you go lol

(Soz for any typos, I was touch typing most of the time, and I've edited it but probs missed stuff)

Road to Hell (Live)

Oh it’s JAZZY. Huh. Didn't expect that, but I am living.

I like how at the start they’re simulating a train’s chugging.

Those call and response harmonies tho *chef's kiss*

Kinda reminds me of Udad.

Oh that’s Hermes!

“It’s a sad song” he says, while singing the boppiest of bops.

I like that “suitcase full of summertime” line.

“About someone... who tries.” Oho, we’re gettin into it now! *rubs hands together*

Also, I completely get now why Jorge said that first draft of EPIC: The Musical Hermes was like Hadestown.

Livin' It Up on Top (Live)

That’s a smooth transition👌

Persephone’s voice is really cool. Kinda rough texture?

Oh I didn’t realise Persephone and Hades would be having a turbulent relationship in this.

Oooh Orpheus’ voice is smooth.

They’re all so happy huh. Welp, you know there’s gonna be a crash in their future.

Orpheus seems really grateful for Persephone’s... graciousness? When he said that she'll always fill their cups and they'll raise them to her and stuff. Theory: either she’ll have a soft spot for him later, or he’ll feel betrayed and blindsided by the more cold side of her later.

All I've Ever Known (Live)

I don’t know anything about Eurydice, but is this her song?

Ah yeah Orpheus is singing, so it must be.

Oop. Foreshadowing.

Way Down Hadestown (Live)

Hermes is back!

“Bored to death” HA

“Graveyard” wow the puns/metaphors are going hard XD

I can’t tell who’s singing lmao. This is like when I listened to Hamilton for the first time. I’ll need lyrics, or familiarity RIP

The coins as the percussion/tambourine is a nice touch.

Hades’ voice is DEEP.

They haven’t mentioned gods yet, I don’t think? Just the Fates, right? It sounds more like a mining operation metaphor for mythos right now, hmm.

Epic II (Live)

King of diamonds and spades - like the playing card suits, but also like the mining operation.

It’s the La la la la thing from Wolfy’s animatic! Almost. A different rendition - I bet I'll hear that later 👀

Why is it called Epic II? Where’s 1? Am I missing something?

Chant (Live)

Oh they’re doing overlapping meodies!!

Ah wait this is Eurydice now, gotta go back a few seconds to catch that. I keep getting her mixed up with Persephone 😅

Oh now we’ve got Eurydice and Orpheus relationship troubles? Huh, I kinda assumed they’d be the perfect couple till her death.

And a semi callback to her song, nice.

Hay Little Songbird (Live)

DAMN his voice is deep!

Is this Eurydice??

Is- Is Hades seducing her? To work for him of smth? Ummm.

Not the canary!

That shaker sounds like a rattlesnake, and it does not bode well for a little bird.

When the Chips are Down (Live)

Oh hey I was right! It is a metaphorical rattlesnake!

Does she choose to go to the Underworld of her own volition? I thought she like- died.

Gone I'm Gone (Live)

She does??

Ouch. She sounds so resigned.

Is this a metaphor for her starving to death? Oof.

The harmonies!!

Wait for Me (Live)

“Six feet under” oh yep.

“Lay low, stay outta sight” - getting Hamilton's Stay Alive vibes.

“Don’t look back” ah. FORESHADOWING.

Ohhh the River Styx being a high wall is so smart!

“And don’t look no one in the eye” I must be too deep in the Odyssey related fandoms, because I'm seeing puns where there are none lmao

The HARMONIES!

Poor Orpheus, but I mean, he was kinda being a bit… naive? If he didn’t prepare for winter and just went off in his own head to make songs?

Why We Build the Wall (Live)

Free from who?

Enemy? 👀

(Yes, I'm aware I'm being led into asking all the questions he wants me to ask, but in my defence, it's very effective.)

Oh huh. Wasn't expecting it to be poverty, tho maybe I should've.

Him calling them “My children” plus the chanting is uh. Why does this sound like cult propaganda?

His voice sounds like the Ozymandias poem guy.

Also giving Frollo “She ran, I pursued” vocal vibes.

“Behind closed doors” - ominous.

Ha! Ok nice subversion.

Our Lady of the Underground (Live)

Persepone is a drug dealer XD

That’s a strange note on “there’s a crack in the wall”

Oh no, am I supposed to remember all these band member names? *crying*

Way Down Hadestown II (Live)

Bringing back motifs I see.

The pickaxes as percussion is cool.

Oop, Eurydice is getting a bit of a wake up call.

Chant II (Live)

Ooooh does the ‘backdoor’ Hermes meant, mean that Orpheus doesn’t have to ‘die’ to get there? ‘Cause he didn’t sign anything, which is a metaphor for him not actually being dead in the myth, so he can still leave.

“Hungry for the underworld” - the pomegranate?

And now Eurydice and Orpheus are singing half the La la la la tune each as if to each other from across the Underworld!

Ooh I LIKE those slant rhymes! "Young man, you can strum your lyre, I have strung the world in wire."

Oh this is where Orpheus sings his plea!! I know this is a thing because of Udad's Underworld Blues lol.

Epic III (Live)

The harmonies 🥺

Oh! It’s that part from Wolfy's animatic :O

I’m tearing up bro.

Just thinking that Eurydice was so upset with Orpheus for focusing on writing his song about Hades and Persephone, but it's that very song that is giving him a chance to sway Hades' mind. But on the other hand, if he'd focused less on the song, he never would've had to use it, y'know?

Word to the Wise (Live)

Ha the Fates(?) doing Hades’ inner monologue like, yeah bro u screwed yourself.

Uh oh this is probs where Hades comes up with the ultimatum. Wait no don't-

His Kiss the Riot (Live)

Those strings are creepy.

Belladonna? Oh the poisonous flower.

Did he call Orpheus the Jack of Hearts?

That acordian is awesome.

Fuck, I knew it.

He sounds like the guy who does the creepily ominous monologue in Micheal Jackson's Thriller.

Promises (Live)

Oh huh. It’s my theory from the 2nd song but it's Eurydice feeling betrayed that the world isn't always plentiful and not Orpheus?

Those strings are gorgeous!

Oh! A duet!

When the couple actually works out their shit:

“I do” omgggg!

KEEP WALKING. DONT LOOK BACK.

Wait for Me II (Live)

Aww that’s nice. Persephone and Hades are gonna try too!

Oh no not the “wait” like in Hurricane-

Doubt Come In (Live)

Oh noooooo

KEEP GOING. JUST KEEP GOING. SHE’S WITH YOU

OH NOOOO DON’T FALTER

LISTEN TO HER! HOLD ON! KEEP GOING!

... Oh god

Road to Hell II (Live)

NO THERE'S A FUCKING AD

Hermes sounds so sad but resigned. Like, 'Oh well. I knew it would turn out like this, but I'd hoped.' Which like. SAME.

The instruments stripped away so it's only silence and one voice is so good.

I can just imagine Orpheus collapsed shell shocked on stage as Hermes not unkindly pushes him to go on.

That reprise and ending is so fucking good AHHH omg no regrets. Some regrets. Whatever, it was good.

... Time to listen to it again with lyrics :D

And then I'm gonna listen to the Original Broadway Cast Recording!

[bastetwastaken]

Hiya! Congrats on the followers! 😁 they are all well deserved!

For the prompt ask, would you do #14 - "You're so warm"?

If you're open to Mobiumshipping, I'd love to see what you can do with it. But if that's not up your alley, then good ol' fashioned puzzleshipping would be amazing 💖 maybe a "fix it" AU of some kind where everyone's got their own bodies and are just reveling in the fact that they can actually *feel* each other, ya know?

Congrats again!!

Hi friend! Thank you very much for your kind words, you wonderful human <3

Oh, as someone who writes both Monarch and Puzzle I am so very open to Mobium. I love that ship and am currently maybe definitely planning a fic for it.

I love what you asked for, a wonderful opportunity for me to cram oodles of fluff and smooches and soft things into a short piece- and believe me, I really really REALLY had to reign myself in and limit my words for this one cause I could have probably just written about it until the end of time.

So enjoy a little cuddle pile, some light feelings and many smooches. <3 <3

.......

The couch was small, but so were they. 

The three of them fit just fine provided one of them was on their back and the other two on their sides, they'd worked that out fairly quickly. 

Atem was the one on his back this time, he'd won the game they'd been playing and so earned the right to choose where he would like to be in the nightly cuddle pile. 

Yami was on his right, wedged between him and the back of the sofa, his arm folded over Atems stomach, head resting atop it. His legs were wrapped tightly around Atems' own, one thrown over both of his thighs and the other snaked around the back of his knees. 

Yugi was on the other side of him, half on top of him to save falling off the sofa, one arm tucked under Atems head, laying over his shoulders, the other against one of Atems ribs, hand resting over Yami's which sat over Atems heart. Yugi's legs intertwined with both his and Yami's and they were pressed so tightly together that it was starting to become hard to know where one of them began and another ended. 

He himself had the easiest position, his arms hugged both his partners, one hand was tucked under Yami's shirt and the other rested casually against Yugi's hip.  

Atem was content. 

He was happy. 

And that's why he felt about ready to cry. 

The situation he currently found himself in was one he never even dared dream of before. One which he had convinced himself he'd never experience.

He blinked quickly, fighting away the tears. It wouldn't be the first time he'd cried over being alive, being able to touch something, feel something. 

It was overwhelming to him still, but in the best way. Yes, he was touch-starved and he craved even the slightest interaction, but only from the two men with him now. 

Yami was much the same, content to let Atem and Yugi lavish attention on him, touch him and hug him, get close to him…but if anyone else dared to try, he'd do everything in his power to avoid them. 

Atem wasn't quite so dramatic, but he still avoided it where he could. He felt safe with these two wonderful men…that wasn’t the case with anyone outside of this space. 

But anyway- his thoughts were wandering again. 

It was in moments like this where he truly appreciated everything they'd all been through, everything which had led them to this moment, everything to come-his breath hitched.

He felt Yami move restlessly, then he shifted to sit up a little. Atem kept his arm lazily hanging around his waist though, didn't move the hand which rested under Yamis shirt against a warm back. 

"Are you okay?" Yami's voice broke through his thoughts and he turned his head only to be met with a beautiful face so full of concern. 

He managed a small smile, swallowing hard in an attempt to force down some of the emotion he was feeling but by then his other partner had noticed. 

Yugi pushed himself up, almost mirroring Yami's posture but not quite, he remained pressed tight to Atems side, his legs stayed tangled with his and Yugi's hand never moved away from where it rested over Yami's near his heart. 

"Atem?" Yugi's soft voice was a balm to his nerves. 

Yami shifted again, a soft smile on his face as his hand not being held down by Yugi slipped up and into Atems hair, the soft gesture relaxing him. 

"I'm alright." He said quietly, but his tone failed to convince his partners. 

Yami and Yugi shared a look with each other then looked back at him and their movements were so in sync it was almost unnerving. 

"We're here for you." Yugi said.

"Yeah, actually here." Yami added. 

"Talk to us." Yugi continued, his hand moving to join Yamis in his hair, fingers running slowly through the strands. 

"I just…" He started but then paused, because how did he put everything he was feeling into words? How could he possibly explain the way having both of these men here with him made him feel complete in a way he never had before? His hand flattened against Yami’s back, the other gripped Yugi’s hip. "You're so warm." 

The words were out of his mouth before he could think them through and Yugi smiled gently at him, Yami chuckled quietly and he laughed at himself. 

"I mean, uh, yeah…just both of you are so warm." He added awkwardly, knowing that explained nothing but not caring to try to correct himself.

"I understand." Yugi said with a smile, then he turned to Yami and gave him an equally soft smile and the sight made his heart melt. "It's strange, but also just really…familiar too? Right?" 

"Hm." Yami looked back to him and grinned. "I think you mean that we're real." 

"Probably." He agreed. Yami laughed softly. 

"We're all here." Yugi breathed out. Atem saw him move to intertwine his fingers with Yami's over his chest and smiled. "We're just here, and together, and…and yeah…you two are so warm." 

Yami laughed again, Atem couldn't help but join him. His hands shifted, the one under Yamis shirt moved a little higher, the other resting over Yugi's hip tightened its hold and he pulled the other two closer to him. 

"So warm." He sighed happily. "It makes me feel safe being here like this with you two." 

"I've always felt safe with you." Yami said softly. "Even before I truly knew who you were…and you.." Atem watched him turn to Yugi. "You've always kept me safe." 

Yugi blushed, and the sight was a treat to behold from the vantage point he had. 

"Because I care about you…" Yugi said. "Both of you." He added with a look between them. 

"I care about you both too." He said. “Probably more than I can ever express in words.” 

"Same." Yami added with a laugh. 

He smiled, sighing happily again, loving the feeling of the other two over him, around him, just everywhere and warm and real. 

Yugi moved, pulling Yami's hand to his lips, kissing the back and earning a surprised look from the other. He laughed as he watched Yami pout and glare jokingly, then he watched as Yugi moved again, leaning over Atem, his eyes on Yamis lips. 

When the lips of his other two partners met, he didn't feel jealousy, not anymore anyway. Perhaps at first he did, but he realised as time went on that they all cared for each other equally, and it made him just as happy to see the others together as it made him to be with them. 

He moved his hand, fingers brushing against Yami's smooth warm skin under his shirt and he felt the others laugh as he moved away from Yugi and turned to him, a smirk on his face. 

"Oh, don't worry." Yami said. "We never leave you out." 

He was about to argue that he never felt left out, to tell them that he was happy to see them happy regardless of being involved at all, but Yami moved quickly and in one smooth movement he found himself drawn into a sweet kiss. 

Yami kissed as he did all things, with passion, and by this point, they'd shared a handful of kisses now they each had their own bodies, yet still the feeling of actually being able to feel Yami like this threatened to overwhelm him. 

He felt Yugi's hand in his hair, slowly running through the strands, pulling lightly and that was another sensation he really wasn't prepared to feel. 

It was a lot, being a spirit for thousands of years then getting your own body and a second chance at life. 

Thankfully Yugi always knew how to ground him. A hand against his chest, flat over his heart and a few gentle words spoken softly into his ear had his feet firmly back on the ground. 

Yami's legs wrapped tightly around his as the kiss deepened and he was content to relax into it, to let Yami lead him so he didn't have to think too much. 

He felt a hand slip over his, pulling it away from Yami's back and holding tight and he was sure it was Yugi's touch he felt but he didn't really have the headspace to dedicate to that right now. 

Yugi moved against him, lips were pressed to his jaw and then to the side of his neck and he moved away from Yami's lips with a laugh. 

"Impatient much?" Yami teased, moving to press a quick kiss to Yugi's lips which were pulled up into a mischievous smirk. 

Then Yugi turned to him, a hand gently cupped his cheek and his lips were claimed once more. 

Yugi's kisses were a contrast to Yami's, in an amazing way. 

When Yugi kissed him it was soft and slow and tender, but no less passionate than Yami was, Yugi simply manifested that passion in a different way. 

Once again he was struck with the feeling of warmth and rightness. This right here felt right. It was just what he needed. Everything he needed. 

Touch starved as he was, this ran so much deeper than just the primal urge to touch and be touched, no, this was about the bond they shared deep within their souls. 

Their hearts had once been joined in the physical sense and now they were joined in a spiritual way, no longer did they rely on one body, one single experience, one way to interact with the world around them. Now, they could each live as they needed, could experience anything they wanted to. 

Yugi's lips left his, but before he moved away completely he placed several short kisses to his lips and cheek. Atem laughed when Yami joined in, placing quick kisses to the cheek Yugi wasn't and soon the sound of all their laughter filled the small room. 

Once the laughter calmed, Yugi and Yami settled back against him, Yami's head resting against the centre of his ribs, part way down his chest, legs around his, Yugi with his head against one of his collar bones, arm around his waist and hand holding Yami's. 

Atem wound his arms around both of them, pulling his partners closer and sighing happily.

"I'm so glad to be here with you both." He said softly. 

"I'm so glad you're both here too." Yugi said. 

"I'll be glad if you both let me sleep." Was the response from Yami and he laughed softly, closing his eyes and resting his head against Yugi's, a hand finding its way back down Yami's shirt and resting against warm skin.

......

Fancy asking me to write a little thing? You can find the master post with the prompts and a little info on here- Link ^.^

[orgasming-caterpillar]

ENTERTAIN ME, PEASANT

I want some horny raghveer headcanons

Welcome to doyh headcanons which are basically canon because I'm the author:

*warning, I am UNHINGED below the cut I have been waiting for someone to ask me this question*

If you think any of my characters would be monochrome enough to be a top or bottom you are very wrong. They are both switches/versatile. Although Raghav leans more on the submissive side, Ranveer only recently discovered his own sexuality and I doubt he would be reckless enough to try and take control

SUBBY RANVEER SUBBY RANVEER SUBBY RANVEER SUBBY RANVEE-

When I say 'would' I mean 'definitely will'. 'i think' translates to 'i am the writer and this is the truth'. Now that that's out of the way-

I think both of them would be pretty vocal, Raghav is noisy. Not that anyone's complaning (except their neighbours).

Ranveer loves the way his voice gets all high pitched and whiny and can't help but mutter a 'good boy' in his ear aldjfhgd

Yeah so Raghav is noisy, whether he's bottoming or not. And seriously, who's blaming him? You're telling me you could have Ranveer's glorious thighs wrapped around you and stay quiet? Bullshit.

Ranveer would be quieter, but not less vocal.

VERY big on praise (I would sell my house and body on the streets just to be called a good boy by him ONCE)

As they are right now,I don't believe either of them would be comfortable with degradation for a long while to come. Ranveer, because, well, he's Ranveer. And Raghav, he could not handle mean words from Ranveer sorry to burst your bubble.

When they've been dating for a good while, though, they will definitely be willing to try out more stuff. It simply wouldn't be realistic that they go full yaoi on the first time. BL kam padha karo bbgs, let my babies develop their relationship on their own terms.

Oh and yeah, Raghav bites.

And scratches. (I pity Ranveer's back)

Ranveer once jokingly said that Raghav should either keep his nails short or Ranveer would need to tie his hands up. Raghav promptly turned bright red. Are you getting my point?

Ranveer *sigh* someone put a blindfold on this man. He works SO DAMN HARD, ALL THE DAMN TIME, let him have his peace.

Just laying there, unable to see or touch, knowing Raghav will take care of him, is enough to make a remarkable amount of blood rush south to his-

Theyre pretty affection starved, so they both mkae sure to give more than enough praise and reassurance before, during and after.

Ahhhh I don't know if this counts as horny headcanons or sexual psychoanalysis, but this is what you get from me. I love these idiots sm <333

[dragonqueenofice]

In your embrace, I think everything will be ok - Childe

Summary: the dead of night in winters can get cold, unbearably so at times, even in Liyue. Who knew the easiest solution to getting rid of such a problem is to be in the arms of someone you love

Notes: I started writing this at 1:40 am because my cat was in my bed lol

Word count: 1,000

Warning: tooth-rotting fluff, author is permanently touch starved

     Silence rang throughout your room, yet you remained awake despite the moon having been up for long. Nocturnal birds chirped and you could hear the ambient noise of Liyue at night, yet you remain conscious. Your eyelids lay heavy on your face, yet your mind stays plagued with thought. Your mind wasn't racing, per say, but it was still working overtime. A rain of thoughts poured in your mind, not the kind of rain that could put one to sleep, but not a raging tempest either. It was in the uncomfortable middle, the thoughts were not pleasant but they were nothing worth crying over. You decided to simply let your thoughts run their course and wait until your mind finally got as tired as your body. It was going well, you thought, soon enough all these thoughts would run their course and you'd be floating off into Dreamland! That is, until a knock knock knock at your window stirred you out of your tiredness, and into a drowsy curiosity.

     Getting up from your bed, and leaning on the bedside table for support for just a moment, you made your way to the window to see what was making the noise. There, you were met with a familiar mop of red red hair and a familiar pair of cold blue eyes. Childe had a lopsided grin as he mouthed to you to open the window, pointing at the bottom for extra emphasis. You did as asked, though for a mere second you contemplated leaving the bothersome harbinger to his own, if you were to do that you're sure he'd still manage to get in some way, might as well be choosing to let him in, from the window or otherwise. You pulled him into your house, and stood back a little as he dusted off his pants (which, mind you, had no dust on them). He quickly turned to face you and took in a breath before starting his speech, "Good morning Comrade!" His chipper voice contrasted with the darkness of the room. You held your hand up to pause him and moved to turn on the lights so you could see him properly.

     "Why are you in my room, Ajax." You said with a monotone, almost unimpressed voice. You could see him light up a little at the use of his real name, and not the fancy harbinger title nor the codename.

     "Well it's simply so cold out tonight is it not?" He made his way to your bed and promptly sat down, quietly investigating the four different layers of blankets you had piled on top.

     You moved to the bed and sat down next to him, "So it is. But that does not answer my question. Why are you in my house, Childe,"  yet again your voice smooth and monotone. Your tired eyes looked up to meet Childe's, which were all too happy despite the horribly late hour it was.

     He grumbled about your lack of pet names and went on to explain, "Due to such frigid cold we have tonight-"

     "It has barely snowed an inch, Childe."

     "As I said, frigid cold, anyways- I thought about how horrible you must be in such icy temperatures! And I couldn't let my poor darling beloved just freeze!" He dramatically clutched his chest and looked away, an overdramatic 'pained' look on his face

     "An inch of snow, Childe." You could hear him breathe deeply in annoyance, and you had to struggle to not laugh.

     "So I thought-" his voice was uneven and just a little high pitched, his annoyance rang clear, "I thought that I should check up on my darling and make sure they are doing well and will remain warm in such hostile weather! And do you want to know how I could guarantee your comfort in such hard times?"

     "...how?" You stared him in the eyes and could see a mischievous glint in them.

     Childe took a deep breath in, clearly trying to make his answer big and dramatic,  "With cuddles!"

     The silence that followed was deafening. Childe was sure that you'd tell him to leave, but, to his surprise, you didn't. You started to shift on your bed, lightly tugging on the top most layer of blankets to reduce it to three atop your bed, and shuffled to get underneath and lightly patted the side next to you, conveniently left open. Childe stared at you in disbelief, were you going to allow his stupid idea? You sighed and said with your oh so calming voice, "I won't say no, if it'll assure you I'll be fine." Childe slowly moved to get under the blankets along with you, never taking his eyes off you. He adjusted to have his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer ever so slightly. His touch was gentle, as though he were treating you like precious porcelain. "I won't break, y'know,"  You reassured him, and with that you could feel his breathing slow and the weight of his arm over your side increased. He pulled you closer to him, moving you down in the process, just enough to rest his chin on your head. You could hear him breath in and open his mouth, as though he had something to say but the words died in his throat. And then again. And again. Then finally,

     "I… I love you," His voice was small, as though he were scared that raising it would cause you to shatter in his hands.

     You moved your hand to hold his, "I love you too, Ajax."

[littlelesbinonny]

The Devil’s Den

Chapter 10: In Which Rusted Gates Open Up Pt. 2

You can read this also on Ao3 at:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

Alcina had longed for your touch more than she cared to admit, to hear her name spill from between your lips, but now she feared it. Feared where this might be going, feared what consequences lay beyond the threshold.

But you were the thing she craved the most.

The last remains of things that were still good in life. The realness. The gentleness. The ever-constant changing enigma of life itself, strung together by emotion and cause and effect; you were the embodiment of existence beyond the undead that she never felt she got to wholly grasp and conquer. Alcina always had something holding her down, binding her hands behind her back, hobbling her ankles so she could only go so far. Whether it was her parents or her illness, she had never truly been free.

But you... you were free. Freedom embodied in a beautiful soul, unchained and unhinged.

She desired you and your freedom. Your wings. Your sun-kissed skin and eyes full of light.

Perhaps she was viewing you as an absolution. Perhaps she was being selfish, clinging to desperation and the need to be free.

How could you possibly give that to her?

Perhaps, just perhaps, she was so starved for love and gentleness, her longing for softness and care had driven her to recklessness.

And yet... you seemed to syphon a desire deeper inside of her for change.

Real change.

Not just expanding the vast vaults of knowledge from the myriads and myriads of books she'd consumed until she thought she could read no more. No, the desire to make a change.

Run away. Start something new. Somewhere else.

With you.

She pondered your words while your warmth seeped into her skin. Neither of you owed the other anything, this was true. Only maybe the two of you owed it to yourselves the exploration of each other, the connection beginning, this wild meeting perchance the fates.

Alcina leaned over slightly, shortening the distance that lay between you, placing her other hand on top of yours, "Indulging you indulges me. This isn't about collecting or repaying debts; I said you may ask and I will answer or I won't, only you must understand there are some things I cannot answer simply because I don't know how, not that I don't want to," she offered as she bore her eyes into yours.

You loved having her this close.

Feeling her so near, the coolness of her hands enveloping yours, it was purely overpowering.

"That makes sense," you replied softly, "I think I know what you mean."

Of course you did. One of the many reasons Alcina could not let you go.

The rest of the night was spent by you listening to your lady vampire regale you of tales of her days on the stage as the grand 'Miss D'; the many places she traveled, the many struggles and mishaps of a traveling life, and her many, many, lovers. All women. All short-lived.

"I think I may have enjoyed New York audiences more than any others, perhaps closely second would be my audiences in France. The French love all things beautiful, and I apparently happened to be a particularly indulgent beauty across the board for them..." she shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, "I paid for nearly nothing during my residence there. Men and women lavished me in gifts, food, drink, attention, and I guzzled it up. But New York, back then anyway... the audiences were so alive. Needy, greedy even, of anything new and exciting. It was enough for someone like me to easily get drunk off. It was invigorating to be around people with such a desire for life and new experiences, new tastes, new sounds, new sights. It fed my ego and hunger for it all just as much. I swore I'd never leave this city, I didn't really think it would happen that way... but, here I still am."

Her smile faded gently and you shuffled on the couch once more.

"You really never wanted to go anywhere else?"

Alcina's brow perked up at your question, "Well, if given the opportunity I would have visited every inch of this world, but fate had other plans for me it seemed. But here felt different in the best ways possible. It felt like home just as much as it felt like a grand, never-ending vacation. There couldn't have been a better place for me."

The way she sighed told you she had much more to say, so you pressed, "Don't you still want to travel?"

She scoffed, but lightly, "Oh, more than anything. But as you must understand, traveling as a vampire is quite tricky; we can only travel by night, and if we do not make our routes in the timeslot available before the sun rises... the circumstance is deadly. The underground cities and tunnels stretch for miles and miles across the country, but only to very few places. Travel this day and age may be quicker in many fashions, but it still isn't without tribulation. Besides, with my position here in the underground city I am afraid I'm not allowed to travel much."

"Your position?"

Oops. Alcina had meant for you to work for that explanation further down the road.

She looked to you and your eagerness and intrigue once more and chuckled, "I was made Matriarch of this particular clan here in Manhattan."

Dude.

What?

You rapid blinked and then sat upright, nearly hanging over the arm of the couch. Though, there was a word there that hit differently; made, she said she was made Matriarch. Still, you had to ask.

"You're a Matriarch... what all does that entail? What's the name of the clan you oversee? How many are there?"

Alcina chuckled a little brighter, "As the Matriarch I act as an overseer of the clan governances, bloodlines and lineages, security and protection of not only the city but the vampires and lycans therein, resource management, and relations with the other clans. If things go wrong, I am the first to know, and the first to act. The clan I govern is called the Shadowed Dominion. There are 9 clans, some larger and smaller than others. Mine, is the largest."

Her memory betrayed her as the whole of her unwilling inauguration flew through her mind.

It was after Mother Miranda had found out about her love affair with her human. After destroying what happiness Alcina had found, she decided Alcina needed structure, something to do, something to keep her occupied and give her purpose. It was the last thing she wanted. Mother Miranda wanted nothing more than control. And she got it.

"Wait, vampires and lycans, like werewolves, live together?"

She couldn't have been more grateful for your question in that moment.

"Yes, they do now."

Your mind was swirling like a mad bees nest at this new information. You were sitting here, visiting, shooting the shit, with an underground vampire clan Matriarch. What even was life right now.

"I, ok I'm an ignorant human, but I thought vampires and werewolves hated each other?"

Alcina chuckled, "You're not ignorant, but you are correct. For centuries the two fought and killed each other, for trivial reasons, truly."

"So, how did that end?"

Alcina smirked. You were too much. She thrived off your hunger for her story.

"When I came into power the wars were still raging, brutally. Many years later my clan was called in as reinforcements at one point. Luckily for all of us, in hindsight, we happened to be stationed where the lycans' leader, Karl Heisenberg, and his troops were. It was easily the bloodiest battle each side had seen. There were only 11 of my vampires and 9 of his lycans still left at the end. He and I came to blows. It was clear it was going to be a stalemate, and I simply made the statement during the fight that if we continue, everything we're fighting for, or over, will be absolutely pointless because everyone is going to be dead. I offered a truce, from one leader to the other, to at least talk and decide if we continue the bloodshed or evolve."

The woman was a vampire Matriarch and a goddamn war hero. Wow.

"And just like that it was over?" you asked with wide eyes.

"Not quite. There was so much bickering, a lot of arguing and finger pointing, but eventually we came to an understanding of one another. Getting all of our clans on board took much longer. We were in councils for 3 years before the full of our truce became solid. Then we all began to coexist together. Heisenberg and his clan came to live with me and my clan, as a show of our commitment to the allyship. They've been with us ever since."

As you were about to ask another question the alarm on your phone went off.

It was 4 AM.

Alcina cocked a brow, "You set an alarm?"

There was no point hiding the blush spilling over your cheeks, "Yeah... I want to make sure you leave here with enough time to make it back before the sun comes up."

What was she supposed to say to that. Here you were, a two-week-old acquaintance, human no less, keeping an alarm set for your visits so she, a vampire, could make it back to the shadows safely.

Alcina rose slowly off the chair and stepped in front of you on the couch, bent down and cupped one side of your face. She stared into your eyes with an emotion she wasn't sure of herself.

"Come... walk me to the balcony."

You followed her silently to your bedroom after she donned her trench coat. You didn't want her to go. You were missing her already.

As she began to open the glass door you reached for her, gently running your fingertips just at the base of the curve of her perfect hip, stalling her as she was stepping out onto the balcony. You opened your mouth to speak but the words just sat there.

You felt a hollowness setting in. Somehow the need to be near her felt absolutely painful as it was being taken away. There still wasn't an accurate way for you to express how she made you feel, how alive and awake, aware, thriving off every moment - she fed something inside of you, only you didn't know what. It only seemed to be getting stronger.

Alcina sensed your unspoken intent.

Of course she did.

Another gracious smile took her crimson lips, and as she turned fully to face you she grabbed the fabric of your shirt up in her hands, tugging you into the proximity you weren't brave enough to engage. She could feel every ounce of your yearning and it made everything within her ache.

Everything.

She felt it too.

"You are tempting dangerous fate..." she muttered, closing the distance painfully slow, keeping you there, dangling off a ledge, "I'll see you again... draga mea."

She pressed her lips to your forehead. A new spark flashed at the base of Alcina's spine and she knew she needed to flee at this very moment.

And like that she was gone.

You stood there slightly stunned as the feeling of her lips lingered on your skin. It was wonderful. Exhilarating. You wished wholeheartedly to know what they felt like against your own, and you weren't even running from the idea anymore.

Eventually you returned to the living room and blew out the remaining candles, grabbed her gloves, which she so conveniently forgot a second time, and flopped on your bed. You had so much to digest from tonight, so many more questions to mull over.

But firstly, what did 'draga mea' mean?

You grabbed your phone and did a poor job searching, going off phonetics. Luckily Google was much smarter than you and it knew what you meant.

"My darling," in Romanian.

Oh.

She called you her darling. You honestly weren't sure how to absorb that information, as if everything else you'd heard tonight wasn't enough. You laid back and placed your phone on the nightstand, eyes wide at the ceiling and her gloves on your chest, tight in your grasp.

Draga mea. My darling.

Sighing contently, your heart swelling and mind a puddle, you closed your eyes and hummed to yourself.

Sleep was swiftly on you, along with the smile on your face.

~

Sunday.

Ugh, Sunday.

You had to work tomorrow. Another five boring days of desk-jockeying you really could do without. Your bills couldn't, but you could.

The wonderland that consisted of your lady vampire was coming to a halt. You wouldn't be able to stay up all night chatting away the rest of the world.

This sucked.

The sun had only set not half an hour before suddenly, from your languid sprawl on your bed, a shadow appeared on the balcony and allowed itself in like a swooping bird of prey.

You about dropped your book and scrambled to sit up.

"Did I frighten you, draga mea?" came that painfully smooth undertone.

God she looked like an ethereal vixen.

Tonight she was wearing her leather jacket that rested just above her hips, the stark bright silver of the fashionable zippers brining to light her curving waist and buxom chest. Underneath she wore a deep red turtleneck. Her pants, black jeans, tight as usual, and black leather boots up to her knees with a nice heel.

Oof.

"Uh-hm -" you sputtered, "no, well sort of. It's early, I wasn't expecting you until later," you smiled finally gathering your bearings, sitting cross legged on the mattress.

Alcina admired how comfortable you looked; slightly disheveled and with loose fitting clothes, that light blue shirt with a very droopy neck hanging off one shoulder. Mmm, you looked a little too inviting. She loved it.

"You have work tomorrow, do you not?"

Fuck.

Yeah.

You sighed heavily and tossed your book on your night stand, "yeah, unfortunately."

"Hence why I am here early," she cooed sauntering towards you, a perfect brow arching gently, "you've been burning the midnight oil, as they say, for 3 nights in a row now... I would be a terrible companion if I continued to sap your sleep when you have responsibilities tomorrow."

Companion? Did she just say that? Dare you question it?

Nah. Nope. Leave it be. You'll treasure that even if she meant it or not.

"You're not terrible. It's been my choice, and truly I'd rather it continue then return to my desk prison."

She chuckled low and that timbre settled deep in your stomach. You may have shuddered a little.

"Be that as it may, your duties are your duties, as mine are mine," she tucked a long leg under her and gracefully lowered herself in front of you on the mattress and smirked, "but, I wanted to see you anyway, even if briefly before you sleep."

What was happening? No, really, what was happening? This was starting to feel like the two of you were dating, the casualness of what once was suddenly out the window and into a nose dive.

Ok.

Yes.

Alcina was no more than two feet from you, her face illuminated brilliantly by the brightness of your amber salt lamp.

You decided to do the thing.

Gently and slowly you reached out and tucked one stray strand of her black hair behind her ear, and you were one-hundred percent correct; it was silky as you had imagined. You caught the flutter of her eyelids at your touch and retreated, unsure how far to press.

"We could go into the living room for a bit?"

Alcina snaked her own hand to your knee and squeezed gently, considering your offer far too much, wanting to give in and stay another night.

"You must rest, and I must see to some business."

Her voice was soft and hinted of her own disappointment, and as she rose so did you.

"Business, huh?" you inquired with a playfulness, "up to no good, I hope," you grinned up at her, tilting your head.

You really were trying her. And yet she couldn't wipe the smile off her own face.

"I am always up to no good," she teased right back, stepping in closer than ever before, "and you..." her voice changed to a whisper, "seem to bring it out in me."

Suddenly you could no longer feel your legs underneath you, all you could feel was the blood pumping from your heart and thrashing through your veins at an alarming rate.

Instinctually your hands reached for her mid-section as you felt you might collapse. Her hands were already palming your jawline and the space between you disappeared.

Her lips felt like sin and blessings and everything in between. The rush was euphoric on a level you'll never know again. Her flesh was cool but wholly edible. So soft. So plush. So perfect.

Did you moan? You weren't sure, but you would almost bet on it.

It was over too fast and your vision was blurry as she pulled back, but your fingers were still gripping to the leather of her jacket like your life depended on it.

Alcina chuckled.

She traced your face gently and gave you a wink.

"Until next time, draga mea," Alcina said softly, taking your hands from her waist and bringing them to her lips.

A chaste kiss graced each set of knuckles and with a near puff of a breeze she had disappeared once more.

You rushed to the balcony, not expecting to see her, but perched none the less on your forearms and studied the ground below. You were smirking and cursing her all at the same time.

Brat, you thought.

But apparently, maybe, she was your brat?

Maybe.

You knew you pretty much belonged to her at this point; unbeknownst to you you had given yourself to her before you were even aware. It may even have happened the night she bit you.

Was it her doing, this submission? This draw, this undeniable need?

Who fucking cared.

Death by vampire? Sign me up, you thought.

~

Alcina was feeling more invigorated than she had in years. She hadn't really intended on kissing you, but, how could she not?

You were there, so enticing, so perfect. Resisting urges wasn't really her forte, never had been, never would be. And you, you were an urge of all urges.

When she finally reached her destination, her daughters were hidden next to the Harlem pier. Dressed in all black, hooded cloaks covering their lovely faces, waiting in the shadows for their mother.

She approached and smirked, "Ah, my lovely girls, are we ready for a hunt?"

"You are in an awfully good mood, mother," Cassandra remarked knowingly, receiving a nudge from Bela.

Alcina cocked a brow, her smile unrelenting, "Am I not allowed to be excited for a hunt with my girls? It's been far too long."

"I'm sooo excited," Daniela interjected, "evil blood is the best blood!"

"Mmm, that it is," she agreed, "no rules for this round, girls. The gang hides over on that side, near the port. Just don't be exceptionally messy, I'm not sure when the rain is expected tonight... leaving a lot of blood, even out here, can be risky."

Bela, Daniela, and Cassandra were all smiles now, eager to sink their teeth into flesh. Waiting for the nod from their mother, they growled in anticipation for the kill.

"Ready?" Alcina smiled, bearing her fangs, "Go."

[am0ng-us-sus]

LukaMei fluff bingo promt number two,touch starved.

This one is more of a hurt/comfort fic,a little angsty,but the fluff is there and I'm not writing something else because I like what I came up with too much.

Bingo card image is not mine!

Tw: Sex mentioned,not graphically,but a character brings it up once or twice. It's really subtle and you probably won't even notice if you're not looking for it,it is also implied at the end of the fic,again,nothing graphic or descriptive,it's just implied.

Meiko has had a lot of work lately,she'd come home late,sit on the bed while Luka was settling down for the night,work on her laptop and fill out papers,all while still in her work clothes,and by the time she was done,Luka was asleep. A few days of this would have been fine,but weeks on end was starting to take a toll not on Meiko,she was still going strong,but instead it took a toll on Luka. For the past few weeks,she hadn't gotten to relax with,cuddle,or really even talk to Meiko that much.

This particular night,when Luka got into bed,instead of laying down,she sat behind Meiko,she grabbed onto her partner's arm and rubbed her cheek against Meiko's affectionately.

'Ah,Lu,I kinda need my arm to type.'

'Oh,sorry.'

Luka let go of Meiko's arm,wrapping her arms around Meiko's waist instead.

'Luka,you're kinda distracting me. Go to sleep.'

She said.

'Oh...Okay...'

Luka laid down,curling into a ball. She didn't want to distract Meiko any more,so she attempted to hold back her hiccuping breaths and whimpers,but failed. Tears ran down her face as she hugged herself.

Meiko noticed and turned to Luka.

'Honey,what's wrong?'

Meiko placed a hand on Luka's shoulder.

'I-it's just... Why don't you make time for me anymore?'

Meiko then realized what was happening.

'Oh,God,what have I done? Luka's love language is touch,and I haven't shown her any physical affection in the past few weeks,and the one time she tries to cuddle with me after holding back for so long,I push her away... And now... Now I've made her cry! What kind of a girlfriend am I?'

She thought,ashamed.

'I-I just never get to cudde with you anymore. And we haven't... Done...You know...The thing... In weeks. D-do you still love me? Am I too much? A-am I not enough? Are you bored of me? D-do you w-want to break up with m-me?'

Meiko started to cry. She pulled Luka into her arms.

'LuLu,no,no. That's not what's happening! Not at all! I'm so sorry,I've been so busy and I didn't notice that I wasn't giving you the love you deserve. I haven't been talking much to Sakine lately,either. I'm so so sorry,Mi Amor,I-I'm a horrible girlfriend and mother. I love you so much and I want you to feel just as special as you are,I promise to make more time for you,I'm sorry I pushed you away,I didn't mean it. I don't deserve someone like you,I'm a horrible person,and you're so sweet and loving. I'm so so sorry. Can you forgive me? Can you let me make it up to you and Sakine?'

Meiko was trying to hold back sobs as tears streamed down her face. She had made her sweet,gentle,soft,adorable girlfriend cry and feel unloved. She had been neglecting her fun and boisterous,yet big hearted daughter. She didn't expect to be forgiven.

'Of course,Mei.'

'Y-you mean it?'

'Why wouldn't I? I love you so much. And you're not a horrible person,you were just trying to do your job. Please don't cry. You're a wonderful person and I don't want you to feel horrible about this. It's okay.'

Meiko nodded at Luka's words.

'Okay,then. I-I'll try my best to make it up to you two. Starting right now. I'll finish my work later.'

Meiko buried her face into the top of Luka's head,hugging her tightly as she took in her partner's scent.

--------

The next day,when Luka got into bed,Meiko was changed out of her work clothes for once,and didn't have a stack of papers or her laptop in front of her.

She had been spending time with Sakine,talking to her while she fell asleep and telling her funny stories about her junior-high days,making sure to socialise with her daughter more.

'Hey,Luka!'

She opened her arms for her girlfriend. Luka cuddled into Meiko's chest.

'Don't you have work to do?'

'I sure do! But right now isn't work time,right now is Luka time!'

Luka smiled at the name.

'So,what happens during Luka time?'

'We cuddle and I shower you with affection.'

'Anything...else...happen during Luka time? What if we...took the cuddling to...the next level~?'

Luka said in a low tone.

'Well,if you insist,Lu.'

'I don't think you'll be getting any work done tonight,sorry,babe.'

'Oh,don't worry. It's a worthy sacrifice~'

[handsomegentlebutch]

Top 5 daydream scenarios.

I spend a lot a time daydreaming, so I was wondering if you had a favorite theme/scenario that plays out when you get distracted.

ooohhh okay okay. fuck this is hard but i'll try and narrow it down bc i also day dream a lot

whatever i'm writing about/planning for my motw game. once i have an idea it possesses my every thought until i can get it out, planned, and on paper where it will lay in wait to bite my friend's characters. right now i'm half working on the next big arc (i'm calling it "Magical (Murderer) Mystery Tour" and half finishing some stuff for this sunday's session. one of the pcs ran a background check on the other (they're still adjusting to the group and are really sus of each other) and her father was murdered when she was 13. i'm writing up the police report and crafting crime scene photos that he'll find. and some fun flavor stuff the player gave me about their character :3

whatever is going on in the vtm game my friend runs. i think about the npcs and our pcs so much. amadora deluca. my babygirl. my precious little meow meow. party wizard. blood freak. queen of suppressing her emotions (esp of anger and grief). mean femme lesbian icon. best vampire. can and will shoot to kill and you will thank her for it (as you should.)

Hanging w my longtime internet friends irl. i've known one 10+ years and the other 5+ years. they're in the ttrpg group that i play the above mentioned games with. i met one them SUPER briefly after they were coming home from the UK meeting our other friend when they had a layover in my city but. damn i just wanna hang out with my friends in the flesh zone. i'd kill to play one of our games in person and thats only kind of a joke. i met my british friend a few years ago in 2018, but a death in my family kinda cut the fun short, so it would be nice to have an irl visit not overshadowed by grief

i day dream about meeting the love of my life a lot. its always like... vague feelings and scenarios that leave me with butterflies in my stomach. embarrassing. i try to be vague about my future wife on purpose, even in my day dreams, bc i don't wanna set up unrealistic or idealistic expectations for someone i haven't met yet. doesn't seem fair to my future wife and also tbh? a lil unhealthy on my part. like its fine to day dream, i think its good to be a bit of a dreamer but i also don't want to be maladaptive about it, u know?

sex stuff. embarrassing how horny i am. maybe i'm just lonely and touch starved, which i'm sure is some of it. its actually almost a year since i've been hugged by a non-family member. its also been almost a year since i've had sex which is... depressing tbh. i'm a whore in theory and not in practice. so. i think about it a lot. i like to think me day dreaming about sex will make me braver and a better flirt but... i know my audience (me) far too well lmao

[milkmily]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request headcanons abt Nancy Wheeler and touchstarved! Reader? Thank you in advance!!!

Of course! I wrote this at 1 am cuz my dumbass can't sleep. 😭

Hope you enjoy it!

Nancy Wheeler x touchstarved! reader

Nancy found out you were a very touch starved person when you two were eating at her family.

She'd see you bump your hand with hers in hope of her seeing the signs that you wanted to hold hands.

Or brushing your hand with hers.

You'd move her hand to your thigh or hand under the table.

You'd even hug her when her parents didn't look or were busy in another room. The hugs were so random too.

Or when you two went shopping on a date, you'd get closer to her as you two walked and would wrap your arm around hers.

She'd hold your hand when you two were in her room though. Other then that, it was just hugs and holding hands.

But as the months go by, she'd let you hug her at random times, getting use to you, while she hanged out with Robin.

Nancy loves it when you simply walk up to her whenever she's talking to someone and you hug her from behind and press your forehead on her neck. She finds it very cute that when you are really touch starved, you simply walk up to her and she doesn't mind at all. She could be talking to anyone and this would go like:

Robin and Nancy have been talking about bands and artists they like. The kids, Steve, Eddie, and you sat on the sofa while they all talked about DnD and Steve complaining about not understanding the game. You would look at Nancy from time to time as you fidget with your hand. You didn't really feel like interrupting their conversation because of you wanting Nany's touch.

Nancy looks over at you and sends you a smile. You get up and Dustin calls for you, telling you to get in the game. "Sorry, got to do something." You say and he nods. You walk up to Nancy and Robin smiles. "Hey [Name]!" She says and you smile back. "Hi Robin." You walk up behind Nancy and wrap your arms around Nancy. She moves her hand onto yours and holds it. "Anyways, about The Beatles?" Nancy asks, wanting to continue the conversation.

"Y-Yeah… The Beatles?" Robin says and continues the conversation. Nancy fidget with your fingers as you just lay your head on her back or move to her shoulder.

When it's time for break at school, you hurry to Nancy's class and hug her. When you see her wall outside.

"How was class?" She asked as she hugged you back.

"Horrible, I missed you." You say and she says, "It's only been two hours."

"Too long." You'd say and she'd still hug you.

Holding hands in public is something you two can't do, which makes you sad but you understand why. It's for you and Nancy's safety.

But at your place or hers, you two can hold hands and do whatever you want.

Nancy knows you are very touch starved and doesn't like seeing you down at school.

She'd give you hugs and that's it. And maybe some kisses on the cheek when no one is around or seeing you two.

Nancy always picks you as her helper for Hawkins High reports just so you two could have some alone time.

And when she calls your name to be her partner/camera person, she loves seeing that huge smile on your face.

But when you two are alone, she will hug you, kiss you, hold your hand, cuddle, cup your face, and much more.

You jumped on Nancy's bed while she took off her shoes. You hold your arms up with a huge smile on your face. She smiles back at you and locks the door, turns the radio on, and hops on top of you. You wrap your arms around her as Nancy kisses your jaw.

You love feeling Nancy's warmth on yours. It can even be her pinky wrapped around yours. It isn't enough, but I still love the effort she makes.

When you and Nancy graduated, you two started working. You wanted to work with her, but being a reporter wasn't really for you. And she'd be too busy to even give you hugs.

You decided to work at Family Video with Robin and Steve. Robin told you they needed more employees.

You accepted and here you are, with two dingus people while you stare at the door every day you have a shift.

Robin rewinds the movies that were brought back and looks over at you. She sees you have been rubbing your thighs with your hands and then you hug yourself. Robin has been noticing that lately since you started working with them.

"What's wrong? Is everything alright?" She asked. "Yeah, all good." You say as you look at the door and at the time. "She's waiting for Nance." Steve whispers to Robin.

Nancy likes to go to Family Video during her break to give you some lunch. But mostly just to spend time with you.

You would go to where she works too but she's usually busy.

That's when the door rings and you jump on top of the counter, making Steve yell at you. Nancy laughs and hugs you. "Hi [Name]." She says. "Hi sweetheart." You say as you kiss her cheek.

You two would talk as you held her hand and then she'd pick a movie for you two to watch for your dates.

On movie dates, Nancy's mom loves to cook snacks for you two. Cookies, cupcakes, and much more sweets. She'd even bring you guys dinner up to her room so you two wouldn't have to handle Mike and his friends' loud voices as her husband complained about them being loud.

"You are always welcomed here [Name]." Mrs. Wheeler would always say, assuring you that you are never a burden(at least to them because her husband complains about having guest all the time)

You two would cuddle in her bed as you watched TV(a TV that she bought for you two just so she wouldn't have to be in the living room as her dad complained about how movies aren't that good as they used to be) with the movie that you rented at Family video.

You'd be cuddling close and then would gran Nancy's arm and lay it in your stomach just to feel more of her warmth. She'd then kiss your head and continue watching the movie as you lay your head on her chest, hearing her heartbeat.

Nancy just loves you and the little things you do and always will.