#it's not like he was frequently denied meals and sleep

[vilnan]

"he has let one bad experience color his whole world" ok anders

[mooishbeam]

『♡』 Rises the Moon

♡ featuring: dan heng IL x f!reader

♡ summary: you help dan heng work through his heat cycle wc: 3.1k+

♡ cw/tw: canon-divergent, breeding, praise, kinda sad but wholesome, monster-fucking, heat cycle, blowjob, cunnilingus, mentions of blood, biting

notes: super canon divergent ik vidyadhara can't have kids but ahhh dan heng breed brainrot :P ruahh I need that lc

Cracked from a shimmering pearl into the cold deception of a ship no longer home, that damned his ill-fated legacy. A lonely forgone dragon wanders a lifetime in purgatory, searching for hands to follow, for he was reborn into the dead silence of solitude. He stretched his inhuman heart as far as it could reach, enough for anyone to hold. But it twisted and tangled in thorns, cradled by serpents' eyes that prayed for his ruin. In brief moments of rest, his visions were suffocated with catastrophic destruction unbeknownst to the reincarnate. When he was eventually released, no one turned for him; a trail of fire he would have to walk alone, bleeding for repentance until his sin was permanently consumed by the collapsing universe.  

A race cursed to live forever rarely knew joy or love to its full extent, as all things mortal would return to the ground beneath them. It wasn’t worth the attachment, nor the deserved doom of a man denied salvation. 

Your arrival at the space station upturned his perception. He wasn’t sure why he yearned to be near you, why his senses craved your smell and sight. He had to distance himself from you as much as possible, but the melody of your pure voice stored a rhythm in his core that could not be removed. He lamented the blooming affection in his discernment. Often lying awake at night, struggling to satiate the urges. 

To you, he was Dan Heng. The solemn, headstrong friend that seldom spoke in your presence. Your favorite pastime was playful banter; he rarely smiled, but it pulled at your heartstrings when the corners of his lips slightly lifted. When he picked at his food, you went out of your way to find out what he preferred and arranged your meals around his. You spent almost all of your time on the parlor car. That isn’t to say you weren’t interested in adventuring, you frequently noted the prettiest gems March showed you during their trips. You asked Dan about the stuff he enjoyed, but it’d usually amount to “I was too focused on staying alive to take in the scenery.” You recall entering your room after their return and noticed an iron scrap flower sitting on your windowsill. Dan nonchalantly admitted to the act, mentioning how he overheard your liking for metallic constructs. You originally thought this was simply an extension of your friendship, but the burning ache in your body spoke otherwise. The little things he did, such as bringing small gifts or ingredients for you to experiment with made you seek that numbed heart, imprisoned in ice. 

Himeko joked about your sour mood whenever Dan Heng was gone. You read while she stared at you, amused by the pout on your face. “Hmm, your boy toy is missing. Feeling down?” Your head shot up, ears hot from the assumption.  

“W-what? No, of course not. We’re friends, Himeko.” you panicked. She softly giggled. 

“Don’t worry. They’re coming back soon.” You peeked up from the pages. 

“...When?” you mumbled. “A few days. Now you can stop being so sad.” 

You were ecstatic when they arrived, ready to hear about their grueling journey, and more so happy to see Dan Heng. As March relived her storytelling, you observed him. He seemed to be in a trance. His expression was the same as always, but he felt disconnected from you, like he discerned a grim future. He didn’t come to dinner and went to sleep. When you asked March if something happened, she shifted uncomfortably but finally spoke.  

“Dan Heng...he changed on the Xianzhou Luofu.” She’d conveniently left out most of the story. 

“What do you mean ‘changed’?” you questioned, finding it hard to mask your worries. “He had horns and... It was all really new. I kinda wanna forget about it, too.” You didn’t pressure her for more information, and she went to her room shortly after.  You tossed in your sleep, wondering what he must’ve gone through, and what you could do to help him. 

You awoke in an inky blue void, the stars cascading a brilliant aura across the night. There were no other planets visible; only the vast moon, a divinely warm glow, alluring and protective in your gaze. Heavenly bodies carried infinitely above, shaping the moon in its godlike image. You stood in a comparatively small pool of iridescent liquid that waterfalled off each side. It marbled from refracted shimmers, cool to the touch. Somehow life emerged in the barren quiet, white lotus’ decorating most of the area. They never spilled down the stream, as if they'd been waiting. In said pool, was a man with elvish ears and gleaming horns, kneeling turned away from you. His pale arms were shackled behind him, and his delicate hair cascaded down his naked back. If you listened closely, you could hear the faint sobs he tried to stifle. You wanted to comfort him, to calm his nerves. You took a step, and he stopped. He didn’t acknowledge you. You took another step, your hand wishing to touch him. Before you could, you phased out of your dream.  

For the next two weeks, he didn’t leave his room. Not when you were around. At the same time, this reoccurring dream was plaguing your thoughts. It ended the same way each time. March aimed to console you, but you felt she knew more than she led on. Fatigued from your restless mind, you decide to talk to Himeko instead. She stirs her drink while Welt reads the paper. 

“Good morning, (Y/N).” said Welt. 

“Good...morning.” you yawned, rubbing your worsening eyebags. 

“You don’t seem okay. Is everything alright?” Himeko asks, motioning for you to sit beside her. 

“Something is wrong with Dan Heng and March isn’t telling me everything. I was hoping you would.” Welt clears his throat, sets the paper on the table and walks away. Himeko puts her hand on your knee. 

“He’s feeling unwell right now. It’s best we don’t disturb him.” 

“I’ve been having this weird dream, of a guy with horns. He’s crying. And I can’t save him. What does this mean? Why is everyone keeping this from me?” Alarm flashes in her expression, but she composes herself. She sucks in a deep breath. “Do you know what a Vidyadhara is?”  

“No.” 

“Vidyadhara descended from dragons, and they’re very powerful. Dan Heng is a special case of Vidyadhara, so we must treat him as such.” 

“So why can’t I see him?”  

“It’s important that we avoid him while he’s in the process of...getting through this.” 

“But someone has to check on him, right? I could be the one to do it-” 

“(Y/N). Dan Heng requested specifically, that I don’t allow you to see him.” You felt your heart pierce. You believed you were friends with him, so why was he forcing you away? “Oh. Okay.” you said meekly. You went back to your room to contemplate. 

 You were a ghost throughout the day, serving food in silence. When the crew went to bed you prepared a hearty soup to soothe whatever illness he had. He’d probably reject it, but the selfish side wanted to know why he was upset with you. Even if he didn’t have an answer, perhaps his voice would be adequate. Arriving at his door, you knock twice gently. 

“I have some soup for you. Himeko said you were feeling ill. I won’t disrupt you, just want to make sure you’re eating.” He said nothing. “If you’re not hungry, let me know and I can store it for tomorrow. You can’t get better on an empty stomach.” You hear rustling inside, but he still said nothing. 

“Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry if I did.” 

“You didn’t do anything wrong, but I need you to go away.” His voice is feeble, and it scares you. 

“Can I please leave this on your desk? I’ll go away right after, I promise.” You 're practically begging, but you need to see him and know he’s okay. Dan Heng’s weakening mindset rationalizes his risky judgement, and he allows you to come in. He should be able to defend you from himself with the strength he has left; there’s no other choice. “Okay.” 

When you open the door, you’re horrified at the state. Books and precious documents were strewn across the floor or shredded, along with most of the blankets. He’s hunched over on the futon clenching his abdomen, strands of hair sticking to his shiny forehead and puffy lips. He was in a form you've never seen, dressed in elegance in contrast to his shaking figure. The clothes were disheveled, however, the window on his top ripped down the middle, exposing the muscular torso underneath with his pants pulled just under his v-line. He's flushed and sweating, a look in his eyes that both terrifies and excites you. What was most shocking were the pointy ears and horns protruding from his head. The same ones from your dream. He tracks you as you walk to his desk. He’s undoubtedly weak, and yet you feel hunted. You set the soup down. 

“Shouldn’t you ask Bailu about this?” 

“I did already. There’s nothing she can do. I have to wait.” You get on your knees next to him, and he recoils from your proximity. 

“Wait for what?” 

“I'm hot all over, all the time. Nothing I do works, even when I feel good it’s not enough.” he rasps. His eyes are shut in an attempt to null the intense sensation blazing in his veins. You ultimately realize what he means and regret your cluelessness. Still, you don’t leave, deconstructing his resolve. Suddenly, Dan Heng feels the tender press of your palm to his forehead; the touch of someone he could recognize in different timelines and different bodies. The scent of morning dew at early sunrise, the light in its darkness, bitter and sweet and persistent. He punished the thought of ravaging you, but the incessant thump of his member was staggering. He grabs your wrist tight, a guilty look in his eyes. 

“I can’t control myself. Go. Now” he shouts. His anger doesn’t scare you, and your other hand caresses his cheek. 

“Does it hurt? I can help you.” Dan Heng’s frozen as your fingers travel down his Adam's apple, then his chest, to the hem of his bottoms. He’s on his back taking deep labored breaths, the print growing from your airy brushes. 

“I don’t want you to be in pain anymore.” 

You spring his cock free, and it bounces into your hand. It’s thick and almost twelve inches, a rosy-brown gradient to the mushroom tip. His veins dance around the rounded spikes lining up his shaft on both sides. A frustrated sigh leaves him, beads of pre come dripping down his balls. You lubricate your hands with his slick and start to slowly pump him. His head is spinning, the intoxicating ecstasy makes him rut his hips and bite his blushed lips. You fondle his balls with one hand while massaging the tip with the other. Whimpers echo pleasantly in your ears, and he can’t stop watching you, drinking up your shy glances. It twitches in your hold; you can feel how close he is. He’s falling apart because of you and your dampened underwear accepts it. You push your thumb in his mouth and part it to reveal excessive drool and sharp canines.  

“Do you like it?” you tease. He makes noise resembling an “uh huh” through teary eyes. 

“You wanna come?” He quivers from the question. He can only manage a moan. You move to his base, and you slaver at the daunting size before running your tongue along the urethra and taking him in your mouth. He throws his head back but tries to restrain himself from bucking into you. You can barely get it halfway as his cockhead kisses the back of your throat. You hollow your cheeks and start bobbing your head, he trembles from unconstrained pleasure.  

“Please, I’ll do anything please let me come” he whines, tears spilling down his cheeks. You move your hands with the suction along his gradually noisy whimpers, the occasional gag from sloppy grinding. 

“Ah, ‘m gonna come-” he chokes, his chest hitched rapidly, spurting ropes that flood your throat. He rides the wave against you until you pull up. When you meet with him again, his demeanor changes. He instantly snatches you into his arms and smothers his nose in your stomach. He tears your clothes off impatiently, just to taste your bare skin. “Dan-” 

“You smell so good. Aeons, why do you smell so good.” He gazes at you darkly, littering wet kisses across your stomach and chest. His slender hands grope and explore anything they can reach. It was like he had a burst of energy; he nearly lifts you off his lap. You notice his horns get progressively longer, a dim radiance outlining them. His nails grew too, they dragged light scratches over your breasts to your hips. He pulls you to him, lips barely hovering before they collide into a deep, passionate exchange. Unspoken words allow teeth and tongue to mix, and you moan into each other. The pheromones hugging his consciousness are addictive, he needs more of it. He promptly flips you on your back, his eyes look down on you with a starving glint. 

“I’m hungry now.” 

“Oh sure, I can warm up the-” 

“No. Let me eat you.” His statement was more of a demand than a request, as he mangles your panties down your legs. He forces your thighs back and appreciates the glistening sticky folds. “Stunning” he purrs. He licks a flat strip to your clit and laps up your juices, then envelops his mouth in your heat. His firm squeeze prevents you from escaping the determined pink muscle, swirling and twisting around you. He switches between French kisses to your vulva and merciless sucking on the erect bud. He’d rather drown in you than catch his breath, your essence covers his jaw and chin. You card your fingers through his scalp and accidentally sweep his horns; he shudders. You rub the pad of your thumb on it, earning a strangled whimper. His tongue sinks into your passage and begins to move at a brutal pace. You tease the sensitivity in his horns, flicking and circling them. The vibrations from his moans rock against your walls and your hips stutter. “Ah- I’m close” you plead. He stimulates your clit, and you pulse around him before your back arches, and you unwind. His mouth is stitched to you as you try to wriggle out of his grasp. He continues to devour your climax. He hoists your lower half off the ground, savoring your honeyed desire, laughing from your overstimulated cries. You’re spasming and feel your heart racing in your ears. He stops at the approaching precipice and lays you down. Balmy kisses dot your knees. 

“Please Dan Heng, more” you beg. 

“(Y/N), I don’t want to hurt you.” He's throbbing, and he straightens your legs to roll his hips between your thighs. The plush fat cuddles his cock and he pants. You grab his hand. 

“It’s okay, I’m yours. I know you don’t mean to hurt me.” 

“But-” 

“I love you” you blurt out. “Please, I want to have this with you. I can handle it, I promise.” Your vulnerability surprises you, and he stops. 

“You...love me?” he questions. For a split second, you see sadness and despair. No one stood to consider an exile incapable of love, but you did. No one bothered to defrost the drifting hollow, but you did. The undying weeps. 

“I love you. I would destroy every star and planet in your name. Carve your worth into the cosmos so that even Fuli could worship your memory. I am yours in its entirety, and I’ll only live for you.” You wipe the tears as they come down and kiss his troubles away. 

“I want you inside me” you whisper. He stands and scoops you up, his hands on your ass and your arms around his neck. He aligns his tip with your sex and lowers you into the plunge. The stretching blaze of your walls accommodating his girth is excruciating.  

“Is this okay?” 

“Yes.” You give him a reassuring smile. He’s stuffing you full, the spikes knead your inner walls the deeper he goes. He bottoms out and stays there for a while. 

“Tell me when to move” he soothes. 

“Go ahead.” He starts an unrelenting tempo, and you grip him like a vice, your arousal drenching his balls. The thundering sound of desperate huffs and squelching, smacking flesh is almost embarrassing; you both don’t care, indulging each other. You could’ve sworn you saw something similar to a dragon's tail swaying behind him, or maybe your mind played tricks on you. Strings of saliva connect his fangs, eyes cloudy with carnal impulse and cock twitching from the friction. He can see the bulge snapping in and out of your stomach and groans.  

“Deeper.” He pulls out and lays you on the futon before positioning you in a mating press. In one swoop he jackhammers your cunt, balls swinging and ragged breath on your ear. His hair blankets you and you soak in his sweating physique, his needy appearance. 

“Gonna breed this pretty pussy” he moans. Eyeing the unoccupied space on your neck, he salivates. You guide his lips to your neck, encouraging him, and he takes the bait. He ruptures the skin with sharp teeth; harsh puncture wounds remain. He licks the blood away, adamant on claiming you. The spikes massage your g-spot, and your eyes loll back, pleasure and pain blurring. Dan Heng loses his composure, frenetic thrusting as he chases his release. 

“I’m gonna come!” 

“That’s it, come with me, my love” he groans. You see black as tremors overtake you and a stream of squirt coats you both. Your wails flow into the halls. Your contracting vulva sends him over the edge, and he finally comes undone, painting your insides to the hilt. You milk every last drop of his gushing seed, and he jerks a few times until limp. The creamy, swelling base pushes your folds to capacity. It's barbed wire in your gut. He strokes and kisses your face. 

“I'm sorry, it’ll go down soon.” With your legs wrapped around him and his head snug against your cheek, you weren’t sure if you wanted it to go down. 

His curse may not be lifted through your embrace. But in your arms, his shackles don't feel as heavy. 

[tarot-archives]

please imagine laios who just came to the island. no connections. no background. he has his sister, a few coins in his satchel, and a dream. but it wasn’t easy. finding a job is tough. most of the time, it’s falin the other parties want, not him. they don’t have money to spare for extra weight.

laios the big brother. laios the supposed provider can’t even feed his sister proper food. he does odd jobs outside the dungeon for a good meal then they sleep under the stars. feeding was hard enough so a room was out of the question. they eventually joined the wanderers who sleep in tents and was kind enough to spare him a blanket.

in his job hunting, laios can’t help but be distracted from the inviting smell from one of the inns. his nose leads him to a dark alleyway, thinking that maybe if he ate his hard bread while smelling the aromatic food, his meal might be better mentally.

laios spots a dog from the back door. the puppy was had a rope on its neck as a leash to keep it tied. he couldn’t help but smile. laios squats down and plays with the puppy, a reminder of his past with having so many dogs and a cat. the black puppy enthusiastically barks and barks. it’s happy to have someone to play with after a while of staying in the cold. laios had the urge to steal him away. no one should leave a small thing like him in the dark.

the frequent barks caught your attention. it might be an intruder or your puppy was causing trouble so you had to go and check. your eyes land on a man, thin and possibly malnourished, playing with potchi, your dog. you don’t miss the way this strangers shined once the light hit his eyes at first. he quickly stood, towering over you in fact. despite being a tall-man yourself, your smaller height doesn’t testify your race.

this man was apologetic at first, then enthusiastic as the conversation continues. he talks about your dog, then about his experience with dogs, then he lectures you about dogs. needless to say you were interested. he was a walking archive, knowledgable and charming in his own way. he seemed harmless compared to the men who frequent the inn. big, burly guys with a bad attitude just because they can enter the dungeon and kill monsters.

his eyes however doesn’t meet yours. you followed his stare to the plate of food you had at the table. and on cue, his tummy rumbles.

“are you hungry?” you asked. he doesn’t deny his hunger and immediately says yes. his actions were like potchi during his meals. he’s cute, endearing, and excited. if he had a tail, he would be wagging it. “here, as thank you for the dog information.”

you bring him a plate of hot food (a bit of extra from todays pot) and he gobbles it up. save for a good portion he says it’s for his sister.

cute, endearing, excited, and thoughtful… he has this appeal. and goodness! don’t you know not to entertain men who play with puppies and have bright eyes. too much of those heart felt romance books warn about men like him. but you shoo your thoughts away.

“listen, you can finish up your plate. i can give you another serving for your sister,” you offered.

“thank you. you’re so kind… er…” i scratched his head. “i don’t even have your name.”

you tell him your name as he told you his. laios… you test it on your tongue. you don’t know why your heart is at ease just speaking his name out loud. you say it again with an offer this time, “come to the inn tomorrow, at 4 am if you can. we need extra hands to bring in new items. i’d pay you with food though, will that be fine, laios?”

he smiled brightly for a man previously starved. a new excitement bubbles within him with the promise to meet you again tomorrow.

“bring your sister too okay? food is better served hot after all,” you smiled. laios took you hand as he shakes it. his energy seeping into you through his hold, but the coldness of his fingers concerned you. “tell me if you need anything okay? us tall-man have to stick together.”

laios wanted to hug you. wrap his arms to show his appreciation, but he knows when to stop. he’s not that clean after all. so he settles with a hand shake, noticing how warm you are body wise and not just through your personality. “thank you! i’ll be here on time! i promise.”

soon after, you waved a final good bye to laios. excitement blooms within you as you wait for tomorrow to come as quickly as it could.

requests? open.

[fizziepopangel]

StaticMoth Headcanons (Romantic)

These two absolutely did couples therapy for a very, very, very long time, though their sessions did get less frequent over time as they learned how to navigate their relationship.

Vox appreciates the gestures and gifts and all, but he doesn’t have the heart to tell the moth demon that he cannot cook for shit so he usually just smiles and chokes down the meals… unfortunately this encourages the moth demon to continue trying to make new, more extravagant dishes, all of which taste like crap.

Valentino has horrible eyesight and usually and when they’re out, Vox acts as his eyes so that he doesn’t have to wear his glasses outside of the tower, but for their last anniversary, Vox got Valentino a set of prescription glasses identical to his signature heart frames so he could see the world around him. Val was absolutely ecstatic. He walked around like a kid in a candy store, pointing out every little detail of everything he could now see.

Velvett has dozens of cute couples photos of the two.

Vox learned spanish to impress Valentino…. He pronounces everything in the whitest possible way, but he did learn.

Around their tower, the pair often wear each other's things. Most of Vox’s leisure clothes are too small for Valentino so he often seems to be wearing cropped shirts or jackets because he still enjoys wearing his partner’s clothes despite the size difference.

Vox calls Valentino his butterfly as a term of endearment 

Val likes to play videogames, but sucks at them. When he plays with Vox and loses, he pouts and says that it's unfair since Vox has an advantage since he's a tv. Vox usually throws the match of whatever they're playing to avoid his partner pouting.

Jealousy. No matter which way you look at it. Val is a jealous lover, hating when anyone even so much as glances in Vox’s direction. Vox on the other hand is only really jealous of Angel Dust.

Vox tends to be the less physically affectionate one in the relationship, but he often seeks physical affection from his moth man as a form of comfort after a really bad day.

Valentino is a cuddler…. Unfortunately he also tends to run warm so he has caused Vox to overheat a bit, causing him to glitch.

On the nights a certain moth demon can’t sleep, Vox stays up with him and plays him the dancing fruit videos that people usually play for their babies.

Vox has always been a bit more of a romantic, but Valentino does pleasantly surprise him from time to time with gestures like poems or gifts that he never imagined Val would be thoughtful enough to come up with. He always makes sure to thank Velvette for both of them. She denies any involvement, but he knows she’s the only person aside from himself that Val trusts to help him with anything in his personal life.

One thoughtful gesture that the pimp did come up with on his own though, is the stuffed shark plushies he buys him for the anniversary of his arrival in hell. The first sharks were just cute plushes that looked similar to the sharks that Vox kept, but after he had bought the entire line of them, Valentino started getting them specially made.

While their on and off again relationship is known to most, the two are actually technically married and have been for a few years.

[babygorewhore]

Scars. Kai anderson Smut.

Requested by Anonymous!

You have two dark secrets. Both of them you try and keep behind closed doors. However, your boyfriend Kai, knows something is going on and is determined to find out what it is.

Warnings: DARK! Eating disorder. Self harm themes. Virgin! Reader! Oral! Male and female recieving. PnV! Spanking. Do not read if these themes make you uncomfortable! A bit of a slow burn.

You shoved another piece of food down your throat despite you feeling sick. Kai chatted aimlessly with one of his members. Something you still weren’t used too. Members. It was a cult. Something he frequently denied.

You had never had a boyfriend before, just a few infatuations here and there as you grew up. The relationship was a jump start. He first kissed you last month after only knowing you two days. He somehow knew you were inexperienced. A virgin. You grimaced at the word.

Nausea grew in your stomach and you got up quickly, rushing to the downstairs bathroom. Kai watched silently as you closed the door. You only had a few minutes, you stuck your fingers down your throat.

You gagged before the contents came up, emptying your stomach as you held the toilet. Afterwards, you scrubbed your mouth clean and rinsed with mouthwash. You glanced in the mirror. Your cheeks were puffy. It looked like you cried instead of making yourself sick.

You hated your body. Hated the way it looked in pictures. You mostly hated your stomach. You gathered the flesh in your hands, wishing you could just slice it off. Could you? You thought about what you brought with you to Kai’s house. You didn’t bring any blades with you, since you didn’t plan on staying more than a couple of days.

A knock sounded at the door and you quickly smoothed your clothes. Opening the door, you found Kai leaning against the frame. “You okay, doll?” He asked.

You nodded rapidly. “Yeah. Just a little nauseous.” Kai immediately held the back of his palm to your forehead. “Are you okay? You feel a little warm.” His eyes swept over your face and you leaned away. Nodding.

“Yeah. I’m okay. Um…where am I going to sleep?” You felt stupid for asking but you were nervous. Kai smirked at you as he grasped your hands together.

“With me, of course.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, lingering on the spot before he let go. “Upstairs. First room on the left. Get yourself comfortable. I’ll be up later.” He gave you another kiss before he turned around. You sighed in relief before going upstairs.

His bedroom was big, his bed made and everything was organized. Except for the drawings and notebooks all over his desk. You glanced around, paranoid he would come in at any second. You crept forward, lifting one small notebook up and you read the contents.

‘She’s always wearing long sleeves. Avoiding questions. I can tell she has things she’s hiding from me. I’ll get it out of her. Eventually.’ Your stomach plummets as you put the notebook back where it belongs.

He was suspicious. You had to be more subtle with it. You subconsciously wiped your mouth, trying to make sure nothing was leftover. You were growing hungry again. Given you never kept the contents of your meals down. Your stomach growled as you miserably laid on the bed.

You were tired. You hadn’t been home all day. You were hot, it was summer and you were in a sweatshirt and sweatpants. You ignored the sweat pooling on your forehead as you turned over.

Somehow you had drifted to sleep but you woke to the feeling of lips brushing your nose.

Your eyes opened slowly, you found Kai leaning above you, his face inches from yours. He smiled at you as you woke up, the blankets wrapped around your legs. “Kai?”

���Mmmm, sorry it’s so late. Baby.” Kai captured your lips in a heated kiss. His hand pulled you from the back of your head, his tongue brushing against your lower lip, inviting him in.

“Kai-“ You spoke, trying to pull your face away. But Kai kept kissing you, pulling your lower lip with his teeth. “Kai- I’m not ready for this-“ You protested as his hand settled low on your hips.

“Shhh. I know.” Kai said as he deepens the kiss. He settled inbetween your legs, kissing down your neck as he sloppily sucked your pulse point. His hand drifted to your stomach and you froze.

“Stop.” He paused, leaning up to look into your eyes.

“Something wrong?” He questioned. You shuffled out his hold and pulled your shirt down, hating that you remembered what he wrote.

“I’m not ready.” You repeated, smoothing back your hair. Kai pulled back and you dreaded the next couple of seconds but he took your hand and kissed your knuckles.

“I’m sorry, little lamb. I got carried away.” You gave him a small smile as he gave you another kiss.

“You’re so shy.” He chuckled and you looked away.

“I’ve never had a boyfriend.” You sighed and he nodded. “I know that’s lame for someone my age.” You shrugged.

“It’s kind of hot. That no one else has gotten to do this.” Kai leaned forward to kiss you again. Pausing over your cheek. “It’s addicting. Kissing you.” He said.

“Really?”

“Mhm.” But he pulled away. Still holding your hand. “I really came in here to tell you. I’m going to be gone tonight. I have a message to send.”

“What kind of message?” You asked him.

“Mmmm. You’ll see. Soon,” He rubbed his nose against yours before exiting the bedroom.

When you turned on the news in the basement, two days later. You were shocked. A brutal slaughter of a couple. Stabbed to death. The smiley symbol. The same Kai was always drawing. You were cold as you realized how deep this really was.

You paced in the basement as the hours went by. He still wasn’t home. Your stomach burned from throwing up repeatedly today from stress.

Why could he be so soft with you, yet be such a brutal monster outside? The door opened. You looked but saw it was only samuels. Who sneered at you.

You couldn’t take it. The anxiety. The dread. None of it. You marched upstairs, to his bedroom before going to his bathroom. You opened the cabinets, relentless in your search before finding his unopened box of razor blades. It wouldn’t make a difference if you took only one. Just one would be enough to last you for a few days. Carefully tucking it back, you lifted up your scarred stomach.

You breathed heavily as you bit down on your shirt, wincing as the blade went across your skin. What you didn’t notice, was that Kai opened the door.

“Y/n!” He shouted and you jumped. Whipping around. Your eyes widened in horror as he rushed towards you. He yanked the razor out of your hand. Throwing it across the bathroom.

“What the fuck? What are you doing?” He snarled at you. You flinched back, intimidated by his anger. This wasn’t usually how he was towards you.

Kai went to lift up your shirt that was stained with blood but you leaned back, avoiding his hand. “Don’t.” You said.

Kai ignored your plea as he pulled your shirt up, revealing the new wound along with several old scars. You tried to shimmy away but he was stronger than you. As he held you still, his eyes raked all over your body. He pulled your shirt over your head, despite your protests.

He had never seen your body. Never outside of a oversized shirt. Leaving you in your bra. “Step out of your shorts.” He commanded. You shook your head wildly.

“I can’t do that.” He started to pull them down and you smacked his hands off.

“Stop it.” Tears welled in your eyes but you didn’t have any fight as he pulled back. Pointing to your shorts.

“Take them. Off.” He ground through his teeth. You shook as you got out of your shorts.

You were only in your bra and underwear. Exposing all of your secrets written on your body. Your stomach growled as he stared at you. You trembled as he reached forward, taking in your scars with his finger tips. You lowered your head.

“Mmm, my little innocent girl.” Kai tsked as he brought up your arm. His lips brushed against the biggest scar but you pulled back.

“What is going on? The way you run off to the bathroom. Hiding behind your clothes. This is it? You cut yourself?”

“It’s not just that! I-I don’t like myself.” You stuttered.

“What else? What else have you been doing?” Kai cupped your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“I- I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You don’t have a choice. Tell me. Right now. Or else you’re not getting these back.” He pointed to your discarded clothes.

“I throw up. I force myself to throw up after my meals.” Kai pales. Shaking his head, he cups your face.

“My little lamb, you’re in so much pain.” He cooes. “Is that why you don’t want me to see your body?”

You nod slowly, his thumbs rub circles over your cheeks before he leans back, taking in your figure. He spun you around slowly, before setting you straight before him. “You’re real pretty. You know that?”

You shook your head.

“It all makes sense now.” He said, his hands resting on your shoulders. “But you hurting yourself? It stops now.”

“What does that mean?” Kai wrapped his hands around your thighs, lifting you up, encouraging you to wrap them around his waist. You held onto him as he walked to the bed.

He laid you on your back, his hand trailing down your stomach over the scars. His knee separated your thighs, leaving you exposed. You looked at him with doe eyes, breathing heavily as his eyes devoured your body.

He leaned down, his lips lightly brushing against yours. You closed your eyes, ready for his kiss when you didn’t feel anything. You looked at him, he tossed over a long sleeved shirt to you. “You can wear this. I have some matters to discuss with my members. We can continue this…later.”

That was a few days ago. He locked the sharp objects away, as much as you hated it. And made you sit with him for at least twenty minutes after you ate. Something he no doubt read about online. But you boiled over at the loss of privacy. But that meant he cared. Right?

But one thing changed. You wanted him to take you. Despite your nervousness. You wondered if he was doing it on purpose. The lingering touches. The fleeting kisses. Everything. You wanted more. Craved him. It was a game. You knew that. But yet…you couldn’t help but wonder. How good would it feel? He was way more experienced. Something he talked about when you first met. So, in the meantime while he spent hours slaving away to his cause, you fantasized about him. Even dreaming about what it would be like. To feel his fingers inside you. For him to lower his mouth…down…down…but would he? He had seen your scars. Found out your deepest secret.

“Y/n.” You lifted your head, not noticing everyone was gone from the basement.

“Come here. I want to ask you a few things.” Kai was sitting at the table. The infamous pinky swear. Something you had seen, but never partook.

You sat across from him, and he extended his hand. Pinky up. You joined your fingers and he looked deep into your eyes.

“Tell me. What is your deepest desire?” You bristled. Knowing the answer. But you were embarrassed to say.

“And make sure you tell me the truth.” He added.

“My deepest desire is…to feel you.” You said sheepishly.

“I still touch you. You do feel me.” Kai said to you.

“Not in that way.” You whispered. “I mean…I want you to touch me. More intimately .”

“You want me to fuck you?” Kai still gripped your finger. You wanted to faint at his brass wording.

“Yeah-yeah I do-“

“Why now? You told me you weren’t ready.” His tone was still serious but you sensed a slight tease in his words.

“I-I wasn’t. But now…I think I am?” Kai nodded before glancing down at your lips.

“I want to fuck you.” Kai tells you simply. “I want to splay you out, right here. Right now. Get you on your knees like the good little slut you are. Watch you take me whole. Cover your face with my cum.” Your heart hammered as Kai tightens his grip on your finger and leans forward.

“But, I think you want to know also, what I would do for you? Isnt that right, little lamb?”

“Yeah.” You squeak. Kai loosens his hand and motions for you to come closer.

You do and he looks down at your lips. “I’ve been curious about what that wet, tight pussy tastes like. You know. The way your clenching your thighs together. Trying to make sure you’re not so wet? Is that what you’re doing?” You couldn’t answer as you watched him dart his eyes at your pants.

“You-you want that?” You asked him, still insecure of your body.

Kai narrows his eyes at you. “You think I care about scars?”

“They’re ugly. Why would you want to fuck someone like me?” Your question hung in the air for several seconds before Kai licked his lips.

“Mmmm. Scars are personal. They tell me things about a person. They tell me about pain. Suffering. And if there’s both of that, then that means I can show you how good it feels to feel my tongue between those legs. Why it’s so worth it to fuck someone no matter what you look like because at the end of the day,” Kai breaks the contact and settles his hand across your neck. “I want to make you scream. Beg. Crawl, suck. Are you going to be a good girl, and listen to me?” His voice grows quieter as he continues and your slick grows.

“Yes. Divine ruler.” The name came out of you without warning and Kai lurches forward, smashing his lips to yours in an rough kiss. You half moan half squeal as he yanks you into his lap, setting you right on his hard dick.

Your hands flew to his hair, tugging on the strands as he breathed you in, his own fingers pressing against your back as his clothed cock dug into you. You both moaned into each others mouths, he drove his erection harder into you as you felt his teeth pull on your lower lip. As if he couldn’t get enough of you.

Kai tapped your leg, signaling you to get down and you did, stopping mid kiss and he guided you on your knees. “Fuck, this is even better than I thought. You look so eager to please me, aren’t you little lamb?” He cooed and brushed his thumb over your cheek.

You nodded as he stripped down to his grey boxers. His cock hard, evident in front of your face. You licked your lips as he slowly peeled them down over his thighs, his red tip was leaking with precum as he gently stroked his length. “Open your mouth, princess.” He encouraged you and you obeyed him.

His coated tip ran across your tongue, as you hallowed your cheeks, sucking softly at him. He started thrusting his pelvis into your mouth, his tip reaching further and further to the back of your throat. He set his hand steadily on your head, gripping your hair as your eyes weld with tears at the salty taste. You sucked him, then ran your tongue over him and he lulled his head back groaning.

“Fuck, that feels so good.” Kai praised you. “You sure you haven’t done this?” You breathed out of your nose as your knees pressed on ground.

He went to your throat, causing you to gag uncomfortably and you tried to pull off. He held you, still thrusting as you couldn’t breathe normally. Finally, he released you and you doubled over. You wiped your chin as he shuddered, climaxing by finishing himself off with his hand. “Mmmm. You looked so fucking good choking on it.” Kai crooked his finger. “Lay down, open your legs for me.” He commanded.

You followed orders, laying on your back as you separated your knees. Kai crawled to you, looking at you with hungry eyes. “How does it feel? Seeing me on my knees for you?”

Kai wasted no time pulling off your pants and underwear, exposing your slick pussy. He brought you closer to his mouth by your hips, laying his tongue flat against your pussy. Your breath hitched as he kitten licked your clit, warmth pooling over you as he licked up and down before pressing his tongue inside. Your head laid back on the floor as he devoured you, taking every ounce of wetness with his mouth, his hand kept you from jerking your hips too much.

Pleasure grew in your belly, tightening in your lower half as he continued. He pressed two big fingers against your entrance, curling them deep inside. Reaching a delicate spot inside you. Snuggly fit in you. You moaned as sweat pooled at your forehead.

“I can’t- take it- I’m gonna-“

“Cum. I want you to cum all over my face.” He instructed before quickening the pace of his tongue.

You released then, rolling your pelvis up as you grew wetter, it trailed down your thighs. Your legs trembled as he pulled away, wiping your slick off his chin.

“Aw, your legs are shaking. Did it feel that good?” He teased.

“Mhm.” Was all you could say. Kai settled inbetween your legs, his heavy cock lining up with your pussy. He pushed the tip inside, you gasped at the sensation as he leaned down, pressing further as he sloppily kissed your neck.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Kai breathed as he rutted against you, hands pining your wrists down.

You winced at the pressure inside you, it hurt because of his size but he showed no sign of slowing down. You wanted to reach down to your clit but he hands trapped yours tightly.

“I’m gonna need to go faster.” He grunted and you nodded, thankful that Kai released one of your hands, his own thumb reaching to rub circles on your clit. Your eyes rolled back as a greater wave of pleasure came, much bigger than before.

He increased his pace, his face buried in your neck. “Fuck.” His movements grew sloppy and your nails dug into his shoulders.

“I’m gonna cum-“ you said to him and he circled faster.

He gave one last thrust before he stilled, you felt your own release collide with his as warmth spread through you. And you thanked yourself that you went on birth control. Kai pulled out of you and gave you another kiss.

“You feel so fucking good.” He laid next to you, laying a smack on your ass. You gasped at the contact.

“next time you need pain, you’re gonna let me know. And I’ll make sure to pull you over my knee.” You reached forward to grab his hand and he interlaced fingers together.

“Did my scars bother you?” You asked him.

“No. But I’m still not going to let you do that.” He promised before bringing your knuckles to his lips.

@spill-the-t @icannot3 @ifeeltoofuckingmuch @demxnicprxncess @evanptrss @howtobesasha @randodummy

[swifty-fox]

Outlaws AU snippet

More rough drag of rubber soles over rocks as Benny drops down onto his launches, voice suddenly closer.

“Look,” He says, quiet enough to not carry over to the rest of the milling travelers, “I don’t know what want down with your last travel partner, you haven’t said anything and I won’t ask what you’re not offering, but you’ve got ‘broken heart’ stamped all over you and Jack’s gotten attached.” 

Gale screws his face up, pinching his lips together as if he could deny that’s exactly the beast that’s been crouching on his shoulders. 

“He and I are gonna stick around here with these guys for a week or two,” Benny continues,  “Stage crew their gigs and earn a little cash. There’s a spot for you if you want it.”

Dropping his arm back down to his side, Gale squints one eye up at him.

Benny scratches the back of his head, “Losing Jack is my worst nightmare. Nobody should be goin’ it alone so if you want to ride the High Line with us, we thought we’d offer.” 

He has to swallow a couple of times, clear his throat and sit up to reach for a water bottle, “That’s kind of you Benny.” 

“Everyone should see it once,” Benny shrugs, “It’s the prettiest freight ride in North America.”

-*~*-

They spend two weeks and three days in Portland, carrying drum sets and guitar cases and amps to every sticky one room dive bar in the city. The set up sound systems under the careful eye of Alex and teaches him how to pick pockets in turn. Rosie is the most frequent victim of the bassists newfound sticky fingers and it’s not an infrequent occurrence to hear him begging Alex for his lucky lighter back.

Cranks a good guy. East Coast as they come but Gale’s trying not to hold it against him, especially since he was graciously allowing them to crash in the already cramped van. 

The band isn’t bad. Not the next Nirvana but might go somewhere if they played their cards right. 

They work other odd jobs, as sometimes all Rosie and the others can offer in payment is a dry place to sleep and a meal, and Gale spends a couple weeks helping out at a record store run by an old dyke called Baby and her partner Alice. He picks up a taste for Bob Seger and while he lifts the walkman the cassette for Night Moves is an honest purchase. 

Johnny and Benny drop acid one night, disappearing into the van, and Gale sits with Rosie and Crank who trade a cigarette back and forth and giggle like children everything the wheels squeak.

“Do you think they realize we’re still all out here by the fire?” Rosie gasps into his hand. In the low light, face creased by mirth he makes out so similar an image to John that Gale finds his gaze lingering for just a moment. 

“Naw,” Gale drawls eventually, placing a toothpick between his lips and drawing his braid over a shoulder to brush fingers through it, “Let the lovebirds have their fun.”

[softxsuki]

💐Oh my! Someone's just confessed to you!! Who is this mysterious person and what do you say??💐

How Zoro Confesses

Pairing: Zoro x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Genre: Fluff

Post-Type: headcanons

Word Count: 710

Summary: In which Zoro "confesses" to you

[A/N: Is this an actual request? No, it isn't. Have I been craving to finally write for one piece? Yes, yes I have. So here it is. My official debut with my first writing for OP. AND I AM TAKING OP REQUESTS SO SEND THEM ALL MY WAY. At the moment I write for Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Shanks, and Law. As I continue to watch, I'l add more characters (if any stand out to me and inspire me to write) I'll update that on my 'who I write for' page linked on my navigation page. SO YES PLEASE SEND ME ALL YOUR OP REQUESTS I WANT TO WRITE FOR THEM MORE FREQUENTLY PLS. ]

Zoro:

Confession? Yeah you're not getting a direct confession from this guy--not happening

So how can you tell that this green-haired looker has a thing for you?

Lets just say his subtle acts over time definitely hint to it

It starts with small glances

His eyes seem to linger on you a little longer than necessary

When he walks into the kitchen for a meal with the crew, he finds himself looking for you first

Though he doesn't think much of it at first, and neither do you

You were close to Zoro as he was usually chill and you felt comfortable in his presence--though you couldn't deny the way your heart beat a little faster whenever he chose to sit next to you

Or the way you held your breath a little when he leaned slightly over you at the dining table to grab some food, his chest brushing against your face lightly

Zoro gets annoyed at himself when his ears get red whenever you playfully tease him

He hates the way his stomach knots up when he see's you too close to any of the guys on the crew, especially Sanji since he knows how bold the cook is with you

Whenever he says something you might find funny, he looks in your direction to see if he got a laugh out of you

These subtleties get a little more obvious and direct as even more time passes

When you arrive at a new island and the crew decide to split up to cover more ground, he volunteers to go with you, not giving curly-brows a chance to get his hands on you

He typically likes to be alone, but he can't help but enjoy your presence, so you find yourself having many naps with him on the Sunny

Your naps get cozier the more frequently they happen

They start with the two of you sat-up beside each other, and eventually his head or your head fall over onto the others shoulder

But eventually one of you uses the others lap as a pillow and sometimes Zoro can't help his curious fingers as they traverse the tresses of your hair, flinching away whenever you stir in your sleep

After a new months, you do everything together, from training, to washing dishes, napping, shopping, etc

It gets to the point where the crew always expect you to be together

So no, a verbal confession never does happen, you kinda naturally end up together

Perhaps Zoro gets fed up with Sanji one day and snatches you away from him with his ears flaring red and he yells profanities at the cook for always touching you and being close to you for no reason

Or it become obvious that you're a thing when you both glare at anyone who gets too close to the other for comfort

Yet you whenever you're close to each other it feels...right

Your hands brush each other as you walk side by side

Your thighs touch as you sit next to each other at dinner

God-forbid someone takes his self-proclaimed assigned seat beside you, he'd throw a fit

It isn't until one night at one of the many celebrations you all had that it becomes crystal clear how you both feel about each other

Zoro was drinking, like usual and was a little buzzed, but not completely drunk

He was watching you like usual as he drank, naturally protective of you and wanting to make sure no one took advantage of you

His heart beats a little faster as you approach him, a little buzzed yourself

You take the seat beside him and turn in his direction, but he's already looking at you

Your bodies seem to gravitate to one another and he can't help but close the remaining space between you as his lips crash onto yours

Without even thinking, your hands wrap around his neck and his own hands slither their way around your waist

He pulls aways flustered and flushed as usual, but downs another drink and you do that same as a small smile graces your lips

From that day forwards, kisses became more frequent between you whenever you were alone

But still, not a word was ever really said, it kinda just...happened :)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 6/13/2023

[someone-will-remember-us]

A French man has been accused of drugging his wife and then recording at least 51 men raping her while she slept, in attacks that took place between 2011 and 2020. Dominique P, a pensioner who had been married for more than 50 years, allegedly mixed the anti-anxiety drug Lorazepam into his wife’s evening meal, La Monde reported. He would then invite his ‘‘guests’’ into their house to rape his sleeping wife. A total of 51 men between the ages of 26 and 73 have been identified, arrested and charged with rape following an inquiry launched in 2020 in the southern city of Avignon. The suspect, from nearby Mazan, reportedly found the men on “a son insu” – a French internet forum where members discuss performing sexual acts on women without their consent and often when they are drugged. The exchanges on the web forum were erased after being linked to a criminal investigation into paedophile, racist or anti-Semitic content and the sale of illicit substances. Law enforcement officials learned about the videos during a preliminary investigation three years ago when the suspect was caught trying to film woman in a changing room with a hidden camera. The videos were found on the man’s computer, where they were meticulously archived in a file called ‘‘Abuses’’. The titles of the hundreds of videos indicate a date, a first name and the nature of the actions, according to the French newspaper. Investigators have identified 92 cases of sexual assault of the woman by 83 suspects, but are yet to identify all the men. Tobacco and perfume were banned by the husband in order to avoid strong smells that could wake his wife. The men were asked to wash their hands in warm water to avoid a sudden temperature change and were made to undress in the kitchen to avoid leaving clothes in the bedroom. The ‘‘guests’’ had to park near a school and walk in the dark to the house to avoid raising neighbours’ suspicions. Some claimed they had no idea the wife had not consented to the sexual acts, while one person denied it was rape, saying: ‘‘It’s his wife, he does what he likes with her.’’ According to prosecutors in Avignon, the suspect insisted that ‘‘none of the men who came to his house gave up going through with sexual acts on his wife given her state’’. ‘‘He never used violence or threats against anyone so that rapes would be committed. Each individual was in possession of his free will to stop these acts and leave,’’ the prosecutors said. When the woman was asked to talk about her husband in November 2020 during the initial investigation, she described him as a ‘‘great guy’’ and ‘‘kind and caring’’. She said he had tried to get her to agree to partner-swapping but she refused as ‘‘she didn’t like to be touched without having feelings (for someone)’’. When the police informed her of the tapes, she reportedly began pieceing together the past. The woman said she had flashbacks and that the drugging could have been the reason behind her frequent fatigue and ‘‘absent-mindedness’’. Medical examinations found she had been infected with four sexually transmitted diseases. If the investigating magistrate follows the prosecutor’s indictment, a ‘‘historic trial’’ is expected to take place early next year with 52 defendants in the same box.

[aihaitahm]

curiosity killed the cat general

jing yuan and mean! cat!hybrid reader

where jing yuan has always been eyeing on you yet you seem uninterested and distant towards him however he stumbled across your photobook filled with his pictures when it fell out your pocket.

gn! reader, pining of some kind. reader is implied to wear lipstick. in celebration for jing yuan’s release ^_^

you are fu xuan’s assistant and you sometimes send out reports to general jing yuan when she is extremely busy. upon giving out reports to him, you couldnt help but feel his gaze. you feel yourself go red because how can somebody like him even stare at you. you cant deny he is extremely handsome and charming, just simply eye candy to look at. you couldnt help that your tail would slightly wag when you talk to him. he is so gentle with you and kind but you didnt want your slight admiration (little did you know you have a big ass crush on him you just deny it )for him to be obvious so you decide to be mean and avoid him like the plague. however it was hard to resist that when he constantly gives you food or any random thing every after report.

your crush for him certainly didn’t go unnoticed by a certain foxian lady and of course fu xuan. tingyun would notice how you look at the general and gently grabbed you aside to tell you she has pictures of him to give you for free. you were opposed to it at first but you took the pictures anyway. she giggled and said “hm. be thankful im not charging you like the others~ keep this a secret okay? afterall, the general does have keen eye on you. only you.”

one afternoon, you were confronted by your overworked madame about your little crush since she found out about your secret. well she knew about it all along, she just didnt confront you.

“your taste in men is absolutely terrible. you’re my best assistant yet… you choose to have a crush on the worst general EVER?” fu xuan sighed disappointingly.

“where is this coming from i-i dont like him that way and could you keep it down. i dont like him!” you denied, cat ears going back, tail going straight up. feeling a bit hissy.

“then why do you keep this then hm? how come i see lady tingyun provide you these pictures? did i mention the lipstick marks all over it. could my dear assistant, who so terribly denies their crush for the general, explain?” fu xuan sarcastically questioned. she showed the photobook and flips through it with her not so evil grin.

“stop! im not gonna do anything for you for a week.” you hissed. blood rushed to your face from the embarrassment and from blushing.

“okay then you fiesty kitten. i’ll give this to your little jing yuan and tell him its from you.” she blackmailed. woah… who knew the cat had its claws.

“i-i apologize lady fu xuan. but please i beg of you not to, please! i’ll do more than i have to. i’ll cook you all your meals. i promise. just dont give it to general jing yuan.” you pleaded. you were internally screaming, he cannot know.

fu xuan sighed and then chuckled. she has never seen her assistant so out of character. she gave the photobook to you as you sighed in relief. she then gave you a pieces of unwanted advice about how to confess yadayada. she also scolded you for overthinking. even though she does not like jing yuan, she wants to support her lovely assistant. you have helped her in a lot of things and it was just right for her to support you.

“thank you lady fu xuan.“ you smiled at her, parting ways as it was already late at night. what you didnt know was that your photobook fell. you were so tired from today’s work, running around to clear errands, all you care about was sleep.

early morning came and the general wanted to clear his mind by getting fresh air to get the morning started. strangely he saw something on the ground and he was curious about what it was. it was a photobook… with cute cat stickers on it. the only cat person he frequently saw was you. he noticed your items were cat themed which he found adorable.

he was even more intrigued when he saw pictures of himself with lipstick marks. his lips formed a smirk when he saw the ‘(name) x jing yuan <888’ engraved in one of the pictures. he always had his eye on you and would frequently ask fu xuan and tingyun about you. he thought you were attractive and loyal and most importantly a cat. he is the biggest cat person he knows. he spoils mimi so much why cant he spoil you? he does get hurt whenever youre so cold and distant. he would do anything to make you warm up to him. he did notice recently you were slowly opening up to him though you still shut him out.

thankfully he found your photobook and is now relieved that the feelings are mutual. with a devilish grin, he sent out a messenger to fu xuan and asked for only your assistance today. his heart is fluttering because all he could think of was you. all day everyday. he wonders what happens if he teases you? if he kissed your hands? if he touched your ears? so many questions spiraled.

afternoon finally came.

“good afternoon general jing yuan. you asked for me?” you politely said. aeons. you were anxious but you didnt know why. you couldnt stop staring at his figure so you looked down. he finally turned around with something familiar in his hands, you notice his majestic fingers flipping through the pages. wait is that your photobook… your photobook!

“hmmmm my dearest kitten, seems like you dropped your precious belonging. can you give me a full explanation for this photo album? i assume its yours since it said in one of the pages ‘(name) x jing yuan’ what? are just you going to deny it even though i have proof?“ he stood up walking towards you. going nearer and nearer.

you look down and closed your eyes. he then slowly grabbed your chin. you could feel the tantalizing electricity in his hand. you feel his presence tower you. you felt like a mouse.

“eyes up here.~” he cooed. oh how devilish.

you were speechless and exploding. you were flustered. tail twitching, ears cowering.

“hm what happened~ cat got your tongue?”

<8

[rolesplay]

・┆✦ON MOURNING — a zayne & fmc fanfic.

Everything feels like a nightmare. It would have been easier if she could cry.

She hadn’t attended a funeral visitation in years. In fact, she doesn’t even remember attending one, ever.

But here she was, having to arrange Grandma’s and Caleb’s. Captain Jenna forcefully put her in a leave, and she couldn’t exactly say no to her boss.

So she stayed. In a small room at the funeral parlor, with only photographs of the deceased—because the explosion and the fire were so bad and nothing was left of her childhood home.

She sat there, received people who offered her condolences. Grandma’s neighbours, Caleb’s associates in Skyhaven, her friends from Linkon University. Tara, good soul that she is, visited almost every day, bringing homecooked meals delivered from her mother. Xavier dropped by, offering nothing but an understanding look. Thomas did too, haphazard in his condolences with an extremely extravagant flower display. And there was Rafayel, who came so late at night and gave her the conch shell he said a seagull would give her.

Amidst all those visitors and well-wishers, no one had noticed: she hadn’t cried at all.

There was a heavy weight in her heart, and she wished so badly that she could, but there were no tears in her eyes. She sat there, pale as a sheet of paper with her mouth pursed, staring at the pictures of Grandma and Caleb. Aghast, befuddled, and mad. So, so mad.

Mad at the suspicious old guy, mad at herself for not even noticing. Mad at herself for surviving.

It’s late night of the visitation, the night before the funeral, when Zayne dropped in. He’s late, they both know it. He should have been there earlier. She wants to blame him, wants to be angry at him, but she can’t. Not when the Wanderer attacks have been happening more frequently and he had to work around the clock.

She gives him a perfunctory smile as she stands up to welcome him instead. “Hey.”

Zayne looks at her as he finishes signing on the logbook. He looks at her in that searching gaze that he always does. ‘Assessing,’ she thinks, because he’s a doctor first and foremost and that’s how he always is.

“Have you gotten enough sleep?” he asks, without so much as a greeting, as they sit side by side.

“I’ll sleep when I get to,” was her non answer.

Everything falls silent. Outside, it rains. She listens to the pitter patter as the house exploded again and again, in her mind’s eye.

Zayne taps her quietly on the arm. Hands her something.

It was a handful of photos. With trembling hands, she takes and looks through them.

“My parents had always loved taking photos, and there were some of you. I thought you’d like seeing them.”

Her childhood. With him, with Caleb, with Grandma. She stops at a photo with her and Caleb and Grandma. It was taken right outside the barbecue restaurant they frequented in their childhood. She remembers this day, because it was Caleb’s birthday, and she’s gifted him a bracelet and grandma gave him a red packet. None of them were related by blood, but it was a family.

“Thank you.” Her voice was strained, hoarse.

Zayne stands up.

She expects him to say goodbye, so she stands up too. She was trembling.

“I’d see you off, then…”

Just as she was about to step away, Zayne, who was behind her, covered her eyes with his hands.

“Zayne?”

“It’s alright to cry, you know.”

His warmth behind her back, the rough but steady hands over her eyes made her slump, releasing the tension on her shoulders.

“Zayne…”

“If no one sees it, it won’t count as crying.”

A sob rips free from her throat, before she can even stop it, and she begins crying, weeping. Loud as can be. The long denied tears came down like torrential flood. She starts yelling, asking, pleading. Why did it have to be them? Why ? Why? Why? It isn’t fair!

Zayne turns her around and buries her into his chest, pulling her into a tight hug, but never once looking at her face. He listens quietly to everything she says, offering no condolences or well wishes. Offering nothing but himself so that she can mourn.

[dark-angel-of-muses]

Here we have Warriors the Succubus! Man has legs for days

Fact Time!

Warriors has a Hylian boyfriend named Varian! He's much shorter than Wars and a little nerdy. He makes terrible puns that Wars will howl at while everyone else politely tries not to cringe.

No I did not forget, Ravio is a succubus too! Warriors and Ravio connect and help each other, as will be a focus in the upcoming story in Ravioli week, Rehabilitation!

Black/dark hearts in a succubus' eyes are a sign of love poisoning, when the love they eat is rotten. Warriors has some remnant black hearts from his time during the war with Cia, who took him as a prisoner of war for a few weeks in this story.

His signature statement piece is Booty Shorts, of which he owns many pairs, despite having an ass flatter than a plateau. (He looks great, Legend just makes fun of him for it because there's only so much ammunition he has in their verbal sparring)

Could go on, but I'll leave you with just a drabble I wrote for now:

"Hey, Wars? I notice you haven't eaten much," Legend started.

"Did you forget I don't normally eat physical food, or...?"

"No, like. In general. Ravio needs kisses and cuddles all the time throughout the day, but I don't see you doing any of that."

"If you're offering snacks, I won't say no," Warriors grinned, fangs poking out from his lips.

"Ugh. Not in your dreams, Pretty Boy. Unless you're dying, find your food somewhere else." Legend stuck his tongue out at Wars. "No, I meant, are you hungry? Not doing all that? I don't really deny Ravio, so I don't actually know what's excess and what's necessary."

"Ah, I understand. Well, I think it's different between him and me? You and Ravio don't go further than kissing, right?"

Legend blushed. "Um. No."

"Then it's a different game. Going further helps sate a lot more, for me at least? Spending a night with someone can last me a week before I get hungry, a month before I'm in any kind of danger."

"So what, kisses and cuddles are less nutritious? They're not as good as sex? Is he malnourished?" Legend felt a spike of fear, was Ravio not eating right?

"No, no, you don't have to worry about that. If he was in danger, you could tell. Succubi starvation leaves pretty obvious physical marks. He seems perfectly happy and healthy from my view. It's more like eating five tiny meals a day instead of one big meal? You're spending a lot more time eating, but the food is the same. It's just a quantity thing. I didn't sleep with anybody for a while after the war, and I got by just fine, I just needed a lot more regular hugs and kisses from Artemis."

"Huh, so. You both are ok? You just like eating bigger meals less frequently?"

"Sums it up nicely, I think."

Huh. Well that put a worry in Legend's heart at ease.

[thatsonemorbidcorvid]

Full text below cut, trigger warning for the whole thing.

A French man has been accused of drugging his wife and the recording at least 51 men rape her while she slept over the period of 10 years.

Dominique P, a pensioner who had been married for over 50 years, allegedly mixed the anti-anxiety drug Lorazepam into his wife's evening meal, La Monde reported.

He would then invite his "guests" into their house in Mazan to rape his sleeping wife between 2011 and 2020.

A total of 51 men between the ages of 26-73 have been identified, arrested and charged with rape following an inquiry launched in 2020 in the southern city of Avignon.

The suspect reportedly found the men on “a son insu” - an active French internet forum where members discuss performing sexual acts on women without their consent and often drugged.

The exchanges on the web forum were erased after being linked to a criminal investigation into paedophile, racist or anti-Semitic content and the sale of illicit substances.

Law enforcement officials learned about the videos during a preliminary investigation three years ago when the suspect was caught trying to film woman in a changing room with a hidden camera.

The videos were found on the man's computer, where they were meticulously archived in a file called "Abuses". The titles of the hundreds of videos indicate a date, a first name and the nature of the actions, according to the French newspaper.

Investigators have identified 92 cases of sexual assault of the woman by 83 suspects, but are yet to identify all the men.

Tobacco and perfume were banned by the suspect in order to avoid strong smells that could waken his wife. The men were asked to wash their hands in warm water to avoid sudden temperature change and were made to undress in the kitchen to avoid leaving clothes in the bedroom.

The "guests" had to park near a school and walk in the dark to the house to avoid raising neighbours' suspicion.

Some claimed they had no idea his wife has not consented to the sexual acts, while one person denied it was rape, saying: “It’s his wife, he does what he likes with her.”

According to prosecutors in Avignon, the suspect insisted that "none of the men who came to his house gave up going through with sexual acts on his wife given her state".

"He never used violence or threats against anyone so that rapes would be committed. Each individual was in possession of his free will to stop these acts and leave,” the prosecutors said.

When the woman was asked to talk about her husband in November 2020 during the initial investigation, she described him as a "great guy" and "kind and caring". She said he tried to get to agree to partner-swapping but she refused as “she didn’t like to be touched without having feelings (for someone)”.

When the police informed her of the tapes, she reportedly began pieceing together the past. The woman said she had flashbacks and that the drugging could have been the reason behind her frequent fatigue and “absent-mindedness”.

Medical examinations found she had been infected with four sexually transmitted diseases.

If the investigating magistrate follows the prosecutor’s indictment, a "historic trial" is expected to take place early next year with 52 defendants in the same box.

The woman has filed for a divorce.

[covenofthearticulate]

❤️ LOUSTAT

HOO BOY I hope you're ready for this one friend because it's about to get real fluffy up in here :)

Who is the most affectionate? Okay so here's the thing. We all know Lestat is the Golden Retriever BF who is constantly showering Louis in affection, but Lestat is also the one in this relationship who needs constant affirmation, so in terms of GIVING affection, it's actually Louis who exerts more effort (mind you, these things don't come naturally to him) in making sure Lestat feels cared for.

Who initiates the handholding? Lestat, 100%

Who worries more for the other? Louis absolutely worries more about Lestat, and for very good reason. Louis may be a bit self-depricating and defenseless without any of the Dark Gifts, but Lestat is Lestat, and Louis has to keep a very watchful eye on him because if he's bored for more than 5 minutes he's likely to cause another vampire mass extinction event

Who is more likely to ask for help? Lestat has actually gotten much better at asking for help these days (mostly because he's gotten himself into so much trouble). But asking Louis for help is always a humbling experience, namely because Louis' grace has very strict limits, and when lines are crossed, Louis can, has, and will deny Lestat any aid. Body Thief is such a great example lmao god I could pick apart their interactions in that novel for HOURS

Who is the one always losing the keys? Louis, for reasons stated here but also because Lestat is sappy about Domestic Things. He went through a Lanyard Phase because he liked the way the keys jangled around, but the noise was Too Much for Louis so now Lestat is just the Chivalrous Escort who keeps the keys in his pocket and valiantly opens the door and asks to carry Louis bridal-style through the threshold every damn night.

Who leaves little love notes for the other? Again, love notes are Louis' specialty!!! he scribbles the thoughts as they come to him and leaves them behind in random places. Lestat collects them all and ends up crying every time he finds a new one because they mean so much to him <3

Who can’t sleep unless the other is there? Lestat!!!!! Lestat is canonically a very bad sleeper; he stays up as long as physically possible and experiences frequent night terrors. Having Louis in bed, even if it's just his dead weight while he's in the death sleep, is such a comfort to him.

Who is more likely to propose to the other? Lestat, of course, but not in the way anyone expects. He knows Louis doesn't like grand sweeping romantic gestures, so it happens out of the blue one night, as they're sitting on their balcony late in the evening, watching the throngs of people milling about the street below. Louis says something that makes Lestat laugh, and they kiss, and Lestat just blurts out that he wants to marry him and Louis laughs and blushes and pushes him away but says yes anyway :)

Who introduced the other to their family first? asdgfhgjhbjn this question is not well suited for this series!! brb pouring one out for Paul de Pointe du Lac as we speak

Who is more likely to play with the other’s hair? They both do. As I've said before, Louis' absolute weakness is when his hair is played with. It's his #1 turn on tbh. But Lestat's hair is much more unruly (especially after flying) so Louis often finds himself calling Lestat over to sit in front of him so he can brush it out.

Who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated? Again, Lestat has...0 chill when it comes to worrying about Louis being fed. It's one of the many pinch points that still comes up for them on a more regular basis. Even though Louis has gotten over a lot of the reticence he felt in those initial fledgling years, he still has bouts of depression where he won't eat, and it resurfaces a lot of old wounds between them.

Who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other? Both! And we have plenty of examples in canon lmfao

Who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other? Lestat. He knows Louis hates it but he just can't help himself.

Who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things? It's less pinky promise and more "Lestat, if you even THINK of doing what I think you're doing, you'd better prepare to sleep outside come sunrise."

Who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch? It's a nightly ritual for Lestat to tuck Louis in for his mid-evening nap :) several photos have been sent to the group chat in the past— he can't help it, Louis looks too damn cute

[tartagliatum]

first: how are u feeling on this fine day?

second: how do you think g*nshin guys would react to/feel about belly rubs? any headcanons?>_<

first: i am not feeling Great but ur company helps anon!! ironically i have a pretty bad stomachache lol. anyways more importantly,,

second: i'm not rly into a lot of the more popular guys but here are my personal hcs!! i actually really love this ask hehe

kaeya

- luvs luvs luvs having his belly rubbed

- not just to ease stomachaches or aid in digestion but in general. it's just as indulgent and luxurious as back/head massages - much better, even, so he doesn't know why people only reserve it for when they have an upset stomach

- second best only to having his hair brushed or played with

- he definitely prefers deep tummy rubs, with albedo kneading soothing circles, adding pressure with his palms, or pressing his fingertips in to rub little circles in his sides or below his navel. he wants to feel close. he wants to feel warm and loved and most of all, he wants attention on his tummy so he can feel good

- his love language is touch so he loves giving them too; the softness and warmth of albedo's stomach is comforting and grounding for him

- albedo is for the most part indifferent about where kaeya traces his fingers and rubs his hands over him, but when the roles are reversed he always knows to rub kaeya's tummy and pepper it in lil kisses when they cuddle

- although he adores them as part of his love language, he also can't deny they help with fullness or aches, and ends up needing them quite often when he goes a lil overboard on the wine <3

cyno & tighnari

- i feel like cyno was kinda bashful when tighanri first absently rubbed his stomach, cuddling together on the couch when he was feeling sick. the forest ranger didn't even notice his blushing and discomfort as he distractedly read a book.

- his stomach is quite vocal and usually responds to tighnari's touch with low rumbles and gurgles; the first few times tighnari thinks he's hungry or about to get sick, but soon learns cynos's stomach, much to the mahamatra's embarrassment, is simply just loud.

- just to add to his embarrassment, his stomach is sensitive, and he's a frequent sufferer of an upset tummy. whether it's from the flu, certain foods not agreeing with his stomach, or his meal struggling to settle and digest, overtime he loses any shyness over the whole ordeal. he kind of has to, with the sheer amount of times tighnari finds himself providing belly rubs.

- cyno prefers more side-to-side belly rubs, with a gentle touch and soft little presses to ease any discomfort.

- on the flipside of cyno's sensitive stomach, tighnari follows a similar path during the wintertime. his species' centuries-old instinct to hibernate includes a lot of eating and storing food, and while there's no need for this in current day sumeru, a fox is always a fox; cyno is only too happy to return the favour, rubbing away any stomach pains and taking the excuse to eat warm food and sleep for a little too long with his lover <3

kazuha

- kazuha definitely loves rubbing tomo's tummy okay this is real and canon

- he enjoys small comforts and the softer things in life; so of course his go to place to rest his hands is tomo's middle. it's by far his favourite part of tomo, warm and soft and irresistibly cute. every chance he gets he's absently rubbing or resting his hands on his tummy, and grins through the kisses he presses to the soft, milky skin when they're alone.

- when it's cold he slips his hands up tomo's haori to warm them on his stomach, much to his surprised yelps and scolding; but with a roll of his eyes and a cold puff of breath, tomo lets them stay. he knows how cute kazuha finds his stomach - and that kazuha feels closer to him this way.

- during their travels, they often run low on food depending on the area and season, and when rations can't be found, tomo's stomach protests loudly. he's a big guy - tall and broad and muscular, he needs more food than kazuha's small stature requires; and so hunger affects him much more drastically. kazuha gathers him close to him, rubbing soothing hands over his empty, growling stomach to ease the tight cramps and hollow pain as tomo reads a book to distract himself or tries miserably to fall asleep, head buried in kazuha's shoulder.

- kazuha always sleeps with his head or a hand laying on tomo's tummy; he not only finds that his middle is adorable, but also the perfect pillow. tomo more often than not falls asleep to the deep, soothing circles kazuha rubs into his stomach whil they cuddle in bed. if he's awake before him, kazuha usually wakes him up the same way; belly rubs as warm and comforting as the morning light, and a kiss on the forehead <3

- while he's not one to parttake in belly rubs very much himself, he sometimes does indulge in one after a particularly heavy or delicious meal. cuddling up to tomo with a sleepy grin, he lazily guides his hand to his full tummy and basks in satisfaction and luxury as tomo kneads deep circles into his middle, his hand almost completely obscuring his small tummy~

childe

- much like cyno, childe is embarrassed when kaeya first rubs his tummy

- "what do you mean it's cute"

- he's the fearsome and ruthless eleventh harbinger. he does not have a 'cute tummy' - he has abs of steel. he has a stomach. a midsection.

- "stop calling it my tummy i will literally kill you"

- however, kaeya is a very handsy man, and the window in childe's shirt is the perfect opportunity for the knight of favonius to slip his hands up underneath the grey fabric

- it doesn't feel bad. he'll give him that. quarrelsome protests gradually turn into a roll of his eyes, an embarrassed huff, and burning cheeks as he lets kaeya wrap his arms around him from behind, tracing light fingers over his abs and trailing kisses down his neck. it doesn't feel bad at all.

- one revelation on what he's been missing out on happens when kaeya is making his way down to more southern regions, and kisses a particularly sensitive part of his tummy, nibbling and kitten licking the bruises better as electric shocks run through childe's nervous system

- the second revelation occurs when he's making two mugs of coffee early in the morning. kaeya sleepily pads into the kitchen and rests his head on his shoulder, arms wrapped around him as he hugs him from behind and lazily rubs his tummy in a more innocent way. he smells like sleep and wine, and blue tresses tumble over him as he touches childe in a trusting way, a way that does not ask for more innuendo benefits and instead asks for comfort and love. and maybe he could trust kaeya, too. maybe he could sleep in at his house, and rub his tummy while waiting for coffee, too

diluc

- if diluc has any stomachache - too full, too empty, too sick - he never voices it. he was raised with certain etiquette, and keeping his complaints to himself was part of it

- although thoma never noticed anything off in his pre-inazuma days, he's now been trained to notice these things. to notice the kanjou commissioner's every requirement before he even becomes aware of them himself

- and so when he sees a certain grit of the teeth and slow blink to gather himself, thoma knows to talk diluc into taking a break; one in which he plays with the long, scarlet hair with one hand, and rubs his stomach with the other

- diluc is heistant and awkward at first, and thoma has to point out how many times he's provided him belly rubs after concocting some unsavoury dish that doesn't agree with his stomach, or overeating

- and so diluc relaxes into the deep, slow, circles thoma rubs into his middle. belly rubs become a habit, a way for him to relax from the constant stress he's under from always overworking himself - thoma's expert touch takes his mind off of everything, and feels good while it does too

- he often forgets to eat - refuses to, even, opting for work instead. knowing this, thoma comes up behind where he sits at his desk, resting his chin on his head and wrapping his arms around his waist. he kneads his hand over the tight emptiness to comfort his rumbling and cramping stomach

- thoma starts bringing him food when he realises just how often diluc lets himself go hungry. thoma's a big eater and the portions he brings are a little heavy on diluc's empty stomach; this time he rubs his belly to ease the fullness, pressing his fingers into the painful, tender spots and pressing his palms against the fullness of his tummy to coax up small burps and hiccups as diluc blushes, stifling small groans of relief

- when diluc is sick, it takes all of thoma's effort to make him call out of work and stay in bed. his stoic and serious demeanour falls away on these days, instead replaced by clinginess and more touching than usual as he looks for the comfort he so lacks in every day life. thoma gives in and stays in bed with him all day, bringing him tea and medicine as diluc drags his hands to his tummy, seeking relief from the nausea and pain upsetting his stomach~

[partyhardyontitanic]

Solar Vine, NipNip, and Heptaploid Wheat for you and Louie!

@askthelovenest

Solar Vine: What's your morning routine with your F/O?

right away we have a bit of a situation here because louie is definitely more of a night owl while kish is a chronic early bird. not to mention she's used to getting up quickly lest his space dogs get antsy and pee in the apartment or something. this unfortunately means no morning cuddles, but after getting up and taking the dogs outside, kish puts an energy drink on the kitchen table for louie which he snatches up once he manages to drag himself out of bed. sometimes louie gets up in time to say bye to kish when he leaves, sometimes he sleeps through it. but kish always gives him some kissies as a goodbye regardless <3

NipNip: What do you and your F/O like to do to relax and unwind?

louie of course loooooves cooking something. the more complicated the recipe the more he can lose himself in it and get to working. it really brings out his insane dandori skills from the ingame duels. kish loves watching him go at it, it's more than impressive (though its important to stay out of louie's way during this, he can get Real Salty if someone's in the kitchen with him. kish understands, he's the same way) so it's mostly watching him from afar but still in awe beside that theres also watching movies and shows that kish enthusiastically recommends and rambles about while pausing the shows regularly. louie won't really say anything about them on his own but he's listening intently and could probably write an essay about some of these things just because of the stuff he's picked up via osmosis

Heptaploid Wheat: Do you like to cook with your F/O? What's your favorite thing to make with them?

didn't even notice at first i kind of answered this in the previous segment already lol, but cooking together only works if it gets planned out ahead of time in intricate detail, or else they step on each other's feet and get way too mad (not at each other just at the mere concept of someone being in their way) kish will get tired of planning ahead this much very quickly so they kind of drop the topic as soon as it's brought up. both of em are content watching the other cook instead. allthough louie will frequently judge kish for using fixes for sauces and following recipes. he's a firm defender of cooking from scratch and winging it as you go ("that's how you make the meal your own" "no that's how I'll mess it up by adding 5 pounds of salt to my scrambled eggs") he can't deny though that the outcomes are still delicious so in the end it's still fine with him. the ends justify the means or something like that

[devourmist]

what does your muse smell like? his natural scents would be sea salt and pine trees. a hint of mint. if its raining, he can also very much get that wet dog kind of smell on himself. on bad days he will smell like dirt and blood. the smell of blood might linger more than others.

what do your muse’s hands feel like?  they're surprisingly soft; almost feminine to a degree. the length at which he keeps his nails to preserve his claws likely doesn't really help that impression. one would expect them to be all shrivelled up from the large amounts of time he spends in the water, but as an aquatic creature, his body is used to that and doesn't react in such a way.

what does your muse usually eat in a day?  while noah has to regularly feed on human flesh to not go into a frenzy at least once a week, he hunts for humans far more often than that. he rarely skips a day, sometimes he hunts even multiple times per day. that is because unlike most creatures, any other sustenance is not filling for him. he can enjoy the taste, and he's developed a certain oral fixation for having something in his mouth to keep his mind busy. in-between his proper meals, he likes to snack on smaller things, such as chips, candies, chocolate bars, but also some soft fruits, like peaches.

does your muse have a good singing voice?  no. not at all. i guess it's not awful but it's not really pleasant either. you could probably stomach it for a little while. unfortunately, noah likes to sing, so it won't be for just a little while, and he does not care if others like hearing him. his animalistic noises are more pleasant to hear— especially his orca songs.

does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks?  he bites his nails. surprisingly, he's also rather easy to fluster because he's not used to receiving compliments or affection and therefore, doesn't know how to handle those. so he tends to freeze up and blush a little. if it's too much, he has the tendency to run away; usually into the ocean or the forest, whatever's closest.

what does your muse usually look like / wear?  he appears pretty casual. his clothing variety is very small because he doesn't buy nor steal a whole lot of them. at one point, he simply grabbed some pieces just for the sake of not running around the human settlements naked, and he's been wearing the same two or three outfits ever since, unless someone provides for him. at least his frequent swims keep them clean...? nonetheless, he prefers baggy clothes; likes to wear hoodies. since he's naturally colder than most creatures ( though not cold-blooded ) he doesn't get very bothered wearing extra layers even in warmer temperatures. still prefers walking barefoot, but if neccessary, he'll wear some simple sneakers.

is your muse affectionate? how much? how so?�� surprisingly, very much so. though that naturally depends on the person he's with— he'll never be any level of affectionate with a stranger or someone whom he considers an enemy or prey. but if it's someone whom he's grown to enjoy, he'll constantly be in their personal space; leaning against them, pawing at them, etc. etc. he'll even try to cuddle up with them for sleep if the person allows ( purely platonic. he is now your big bad pet wolf ). unfortunately, this is a part of himself that he'll often deny if pointed out, and if he is called out on it, he will distance himself for some time out of spite... but it never lasts too long. his favorite are head pets, although he's more open to other parts of his body being petted as a wolf, since he feels a little put off by people trying to pet his fleshy human body if there's no fur. it's the gentle tug to his fur / hair that feels good while you run your fingers through it. also shows affection through headbutts or gentle bites / nibbles.

what position does your muse sleep in?  he tends to sleep curled up in the fetal position or curled up into a ball as a wolf. however, he's a light sleeper, and it's very to easy to wake him up— this comes from his orca part, because orcas don't ever fully lose consciousness while asleep. only one half of their brain does, and their alternate between each one periodically, while slowly swimming close to the surface. noah likes cozy places to sleep in, so he doesn't usually sleep in the ocean— he will generally retreat to his nest on the surface, and since he is mostly nomadic, that place changes quite often depending on the location where he is currently staying. but it is usually something hidden away, something borderline claustrophobic where he can just snuggle up with the collected bedding material.

could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room? not unless he's being loud for any reason. his loudness mainly comes from getting overly excited while talking to someone, and even then the conversation has to be stimulating in a certain way to get his animated like so. otherwise, noah is surprisingly quiet. he likes sneaking up on people.

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