#looking forward to sleeptalking with

[sleepyc63]

are you kidding me

i open requests and not even an hour later i’m curled up in bed again bc i’m so nauseous i cant even stand

what could i possibly have done to deserve this

help

[velvateen]

Can i request a reader x luffy fic where luffy is the shy one? 🥺 i loved your sleeptalking fic!

anything for you teehee 🤭

say what you want - shy!luffy x gn reader

warnings: gn reader, making out (AHHHH 🫣)

It wasn’t hard to tell when Luffy wanted something. He was always vocal, about being hungry, about being happy or sad, anything really. It was part of his charm, being so open and authentic, inspiring to everyone that his physical strength came paired with such an sincerely bared soul. Leaning against the side of the deck with him tonight, as stars shone brightly above the clear ocean night sky, you think you’ve found his one exception. Your sides recovered from breathless laughter as a sense of quiet filled the air between you and Luffy, the smile that lingered on your lips directed its way towards him. His cheeks slightly tinted with pink, his dark brown eyes, the salt spray putting slight wave in his hair, he looked radiant in the blue light that bounced off the deep sea. His eyes met yours, locked in and focused, a smile still ghosting his features.

“What?” you asked, running a hand through your hair, pushing it away from your face. You were almost starting to get self conscious with the way he was looking at you. He didn’t seem to hear you. “What is it, Luffy?”

He looked away for a second before turning back to you, “Oh, I. I don’t know, nothing, don’t worry about it..” he stuttered, the pink hue returning to his face. Your eyebrows scrunched.

“Nothing? Seems like something to me,” you sang, nudging his shoulder. Your hand dropped to rest on his knee and you pat it, urging him to talk. His eyes flickered between your lips and your eyes, and he was leaning closer, not with any intent in mind, just following the gravity that emitted from you and seemed to pull him closer every time. Your eyes softened as your hand pushed his knee down, leveraging him closer to you suddenly, his lips seconds away from yours.

“C’mon, Luffy, what did you wanna say?” Your eyes were half-lidded as you tried not to close the gap, his quick shallow breaths fanning across your lips. He gulped, nervously licking his lips, and you smiled, finally pressing your lips against his in a chaste kiss. Pulling away quickly to look at him, you watched as he leaned after you, eyes closed and mouth searching for your warmth again. You giggled as he slowly opened his eyes, brows furrowed and begging for more, not wanting to speak, forgetting how to.

You smiled, still leaning back, teasing. “Come on Luffy, you gotta tell me.” He licked his lips again, this time just to taste the ghost of where you had been.

He whispered your name, “can you please do that again?” You leaned forwards, cupping a hand around his ear as you crawled into his lap, keeping him pushed sitting against the ship’s walls as you straddled him. Bringing your fingers up to lace in his hair, his surprised moans were lost in your mouth, his kisses uncoordinated and lacking rhythm, his enthusiasm making up for it, his smile tangible in the way he searched for you. His hands laced in your hair, scrunching and gently pushing you forwards, chasing the feeling he had been scared to vocalize all this time. His rhythm gradually improving to match the one you set, he pulled away, opting to kiss down your jaw, your neck, the peak of your collarbone under your shirt. His hands rested under your shirt and against your lower back, all he wanted to do was feel now that he had you in his arms, where he knew you belonged. You pulled away after he pressed a final, deep, searching kiss to your lips, your lungs starved of air. You thread your fingers through his dark hair as you laughed in astonished disbelief. Luffy finally smiled that big, face-splitting grin of his.

“That’s what I wanted to say!”

A/N: omg so cute i love shy shy shy luffy i actually do need him asap. anyways thanks for the request @kingofthe-egirls it was sooooo fun to write!!! guys please send me requests if you want me to write anything specific next time! okay bye bye kitties meow (cat saying ciao) .*•

[darl-ingfics]

Feveruary Day 11: "You're burning up!"

Fandom: BTS

Sickie: V (fever)

Caregiver(s): Jimin

Word Count: 723

A rough shake of his shoulders snatched Jimin out of sleep.

“Wha… huh? Taetae?” Jimin rasped, voice thick with sleep as he recognized the shadow of the body looming over him. He swallowed, scrubbing at his eyes. “It’s the middle of the night.” Taehyung continued to merely stand there, seemingly staring at Jimin. “What’s the deal, bud?” His best friend remained silent. Jimin sat up, switching on his bedside lamp. Taehyung looked stricken, biting his lip with eyes wide as saucers. “Taetae, what is it?!”

“I did something bad.”

Jimin blinked, shook his head. “Something bad? What are you talking about?”

“I killed him, Jiminie.” Taehyung swallowed as Jimin felt his stomach drop. “I had to. I had to!” 

“Tae, what’re you talking about?” Taehyung sighed, turning away from Jimin. The confusion of the moment was near overwhelming. “Who did you… who?”

“Kookie. They got him, Chim.”

“Who got him?”

“The zombies.” Jimin pressed his lips into a tight line. Ah. Taehyung was sleeptalking, sleepwalking too. Brilliant. “They got Kook, and he bit Jinnie-hyung, so I did what I had to do.”

Jimin reached forward, hand colliding with Taehyung’s forehead. “Yeah, you’re burning up.” The only other times his best friend had ever talked like this in his sleep was when he’d had a high fever. Jimin was, honestly, a little glad that was the case now; he could handle a feverish Tae more than a real zombie apocalypse. 

Taehyung swatted Jimin’s hand away. “What are you talking about? They didn’t bite me. I’m not infected.”

“Maybe not with the zombie virus…” Jimin muttered to himself. “You wanna come with me to get Jin-hyung, or…”

“Jimin, we can’t! He’s a zombie, remember?” Taehyung sounded exasperated. 

Jimin held up his hands in innocence. “I thought you said you took care of that already?”

Taehyung shook his head. “No, I took care of Kookie. Jin-hyung escaped. He’s still at large. Who knows how many people he’s turned by now. He’s so handsome, even as a zombie, people will be falling all over him.” 

Jimin snorted to himself, shaking his head as he pushed out of bed. “Well then, let’s go find Hobi-hyung. He’s not a zombie yet, right?”

Taehyung shrugged. “For all we know, we’re the only survivors.” 

“Okay, then do you want to stay here and guard our room, and I’ll go on reconnaissance to see who’s left?” 

Taehyung grasped Jimin’s forearm tight. “Be careful out there.”

Jimin squeezed Taehyung’s arm back. “I will.” He pointed towards his friend’s bed. “Why don’t you sit there and watch the door?”

“On it. Hurry back.”

Jimin fought the urge to laugh as he quickly exited their room and made a bee-line for Hoseok’s. Sure, it made more sense to wake Seokjin, but Jimin wasn’t sure how deep Taehyung’s fever-dream delusion was at the moment, and he didn’t want to risk a meltdown if he could help it. Jimin also didn’t particularly want to see what Taehyung would do if he saw ‘zombie Jin’ walk through the door; he knew Seokjin would not appreciate a whack to the gut or a black eye at this time of night. 

Luckily, Hoseok was a relatively light sleeper, his eyes opening at the sound of the door. “Mmm, who is it?” 

“Jimin. Taetae’s got a fever and I need some back up.”

Hoseok sat up, careful yet urgent. “Is he sleepwalking again?”

Jimin nodded. “More talking than anything. We got a zombie apocalypse this time.”

“Excellent.” As he stood up, Hoseok stretched until his back gave a satisfying pop. “Lead the way.” Jimin led Hoseok back to his room, pushing open the door very, very carefully. As soon as he’d peeked his head in the though, he couldn’t resist the affectionate coo that escaped his lips. Taehyung was fast asleep, curled up on his side on top of his covers, mouth open and drooling slightly. 

“Oh my Tae,” Hoseok breathed, pouting adoringly as he strode over to his dongsaeng and felt his forehead. “Yeah, he’s scorching. But he looks so peaceful… Let’s slap on a fever patch and call it a night? If he wakes up again, medicate him? I can stay in here if you want.”

Jimin nodded. “Yes to all of it. I don’t think I can handle another sleepwalking episode alone.” 

[itspikamefan]

I lied... Eat your Tetro Pink Quotes (Potential Spoilers ahead)

(Also planning a short fic in the future so look forward to that) Kamimura: Keep a bunch of wrapped, empty boxed under your Christmas Tree. When a child misbehaves, throw one in the fireplace Okazaki: Ok... But what do I do when I run out of Children? Hayashi: The fuck is wrong with you? Kamimura: Off the top of my head, I'd say low self-esteem, a lack of paternal affection, and a genetic predisposition for anxiety and depression. Hama, to Harada: Bro, you better shut the fuck up before I look at you one day and feel warm and realize I've fallen in love with you bro. I'm serious, quit it dude. Tsuno: Wada... I'm worried about you. Wada, dunking his Oreos in Jack Daniel's: Why? Hiroaki: Wow, Ojima. You want to hold my hand? Before MARRIAGE? How awfully lewd of you. Ojima: We literally slept together yesterday. Hiroaki: That's nothing compared to the Lewdness of Holding Hands. Harada: ...Why shouldn't you put a toaster in a bathtub full of water? Chiba: Your toast will get soggy!

Tsuno: So Kamimura... Do you have a crush on anyone?~ Kamimura: The only crush I have is my crushing anxiety. Okazaki: Would you like something to drink? *She opens the fridge* We have water, milk, juice, spiders, Dr. Pepper- Harada: Spiders? Okazaki: Spiders it is then. Harada: That wasn't- *But she was already pouring him a brimming glass of spiders* Hama: Anyone else feel good when their brain releases a bunch of endorphins? Harada: Can't relate... Chiba: Why would my brain release a bunch of Dolphins? Yanagi: Last Night, I found out Sasaki is a sleeptalker. Hiroaki: Oh really? Yanagi: "Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell" Right. In. My. Ear. At 3AM.. Watari: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks in this room. Harada: What? I have a Girlfriend! I'm not kissing any of you! *Hama enters the room* Harada: Fine. Rules are rules, you know. Watari: Why would you think any of this is a good idea?! Okazaki: Probably because I’m a dangerous sociopath with a long line of violence. Watari: O-oh... Tamba: I'm surprised you keep forgetting that. Sasaki: Acid doesn't get you high, that's what happens when you put Paper in your mouth. Wada: I have eaten paper and other items like pencils, pens, markers and pebbles for my entire life. I can tell you with certainty that this is misinformation. If you EAT paper, you will not feel the effects of LSD and anyone who tells you otherwise is Sasaki. Watari: ...This motherfucker eating PENS! Hiroaki: If I say I love you... Will you say it back? Ojima: ...Yes. Hiroaki: I love you. Ojima: It back. *Later* Sasaki: Why is Hiroaki crying facedown on the floor? Kamimura: Is anyone going to tell me what the FUCK is going on here?! Watari: It's kinda complicated but Okazaki- Kamimura: Yup. Got it. Forget I asked. *Harada is casually searching his room* Chiba: Harada, what are you looking for? Harada: My will to live. *Sawa crawls out from under the bed* Harada: Oh there it is. Watari: Why are your tongues purple? Hama: We had slushies... I had a red one. Harada: I had a blue one. Watari: Oh... Watari: Watari: OHHH!!! Chiba: You guys drank each other's slushies? Kamimura: What should I get at IHOP? Chiba: Pancake Combo! Hiroaki: Sucked off. Yanagi: Killed. Kamimura: ... Thanks. Sasaki: I currently have 7 empty Notebooks and I have no idea what to put in them. Any suggestions? Chiba: Put spaghetti in it. Sasaki: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but Chiba. Hiroaki: Put Spaghetti in it. Sasaki: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but Chiba and Hiroaki. Okazaki: Put Spaghetti in it. Sasaki: ...I am no longer taking suggestions. Okazaki: For self defense reasons, I'm going to 'pretend' to be a burglar and you guys have to act wisely. Wada and Hiroaki: K. Kamimura: Why the fuck was that in quotes. Okazaki: Now then, if you don't want to die, give me all your money. Wada: Bold of you to assume I have money. Kamimura: Bold of you to assume I don't want to die. Hiroaki: Bold of you to assume I CAN Die. Watari: What's up with Harada? He's been laying on the floor for like... An hour now. Chiba: He's just a little overwhelmed. Watari: Why? Chiba: Hama smiled at him. Sasaki: Is stabbing someone immoral? Kamimura: Not if they consent to it. Okazaki: Depends on who you're stabbing. Tsuno: YES?!?! Tsuno:  I wish I had a super tight-knit group of friends that I fought crime with. Okazaki: I wish I had a super tight-knit group of friends that I committed crimes with. Hama:  I wish I had a super tight group of criminals that I knitted with. Ojima: I wish I had a group of friends. Wada: I wish I could knit...

(Added because apparently without this my post fucking breaks)

[maboroshi-no]

Hamefura Movie Novel Extra Story 2 Summary

I am currently reading the light of the novel of the upcoming Hamefura movie and will write summaries as I read.

(The translation is a bit rushed because I am in a hurry).

I have finally finished!

Previous Chapters:

Chapter 1: The Foreign Merchant Caravan

Chapter 2: The Emissaries From Mutlaq

Chapter 3: Food Supplies

Chapter 4: Encounter

Chapter 5: Sacred Beast

Extra Story 1

Extra Story 2

Aaqil's POV

Aaqil is currently at the royal castle because he was summoned by the King for work. He feels depressed and unwell there.

Aaqil is a royal of Multaq. He is still a royal even if his father, the King, only considers him as his tool, and his mother, a concubine, only considers him as a tool to curry favor with the King. And since his parents completely neglect him, his half-siblings, who are jealous of his power, treat him cruelly.

Aaqil doesn't belong in the royal palace but he has a place he can call home. He always wishes he could return to that place whenever he is in his room in the royal palace. He doesn't want to rest in this spacious room with expensive furniture, but in his narrow bed where his friend is right next to him and he can hear him sleeptalking and snoring. He feels way more at ease there compared to this excessively quiet room where he can't calm down.

Aaqil feels lonely because he won't be able to return to the caravan until he finishes his work. He looks out of the window in the direction of the caravan, and then a falcon flies towards him.

Aaqil: Ah, you've come.

The falcon stops by the window and leans his head forward. Aaqil pets his head as usual.

This falcon is his partner. He usually takes him with him during short missions, but it seemed like it would take long this time, so he left him at the caravan. The falcon sometimes comes to show his face. 

There is a paper tied to the falcon's leg. It contains encouraging words from the caravan people. After reading them, Aaqil's chest becomes warm. He feels like he will be able to sleep in this quiet room after all.

Aaqil: Please take it to them.

Aaqil has written "Thank you, I am okay." on a piece of paper and tied it to his partner's leg.

Aaqil: I'll work hard so I can return fast.

Hearing this, the falcon swirls and then flies in the direction of the caravan.

Aaqil watches his figure flying away until he can't see him anymore. Then, he goes to bed and falls asleep while holding the letter to his chest. He dreams of the first time he was invited to the caravan. It might have been because he strongly wished he could return there or because he received a letter from them.

On that day, the caravan people received him and talked to him like it was natural, and even invited him to share their meal. His chest became warm for the first time in his life. It was also the first time he played with someone his age. He didn't know any games, so Qumiit taught him many of them. Alqus dragged him to go on an exploration. Everything in front of his eyes felt new, so he got excited and couldn't help enjoying himself. And when he returned completely exhausted, the adult welcomed him with a smile and told him "Welcome home", which made him incredibly happy.

After experiencing this warmth in his chest, this enjoyment, and this happiness, he didn't feel the need to endure staying in his empty room anymore. He sneaked away and spent time at the caravan. He would also go with them whenever they moved to other places for business.

The first time Aaqil sneaked away, he felt anxious over possibly getting blamed for not being in his room, but his position as a completely neglected prince proved to be helpful. As long as he could receive the King's summon notices, no one would say anything. Rather, it seemed like the servants enjoyed using the funds sent to the absent prince. It was the first time he felt that being neglected was a good thing.

Luckily for Aaqil, the King likes to adhere to formalities. Summons require time, so he has never been told to come right away but only 2 or 3 days later. That's why, even if he is in a faraway place with the caravan, he can use his ability to ask his animal friends to take him to the castle, and once his several-day mission is over, he can return to the caravan the same way. He has done this for several years.

The mission this time has been dragging on. If it were like always, it would have ended in several days, but this time, it has been dragging on for several weeks. Aaqil wants to return to the caravan so badly.

The King uses his ability to control animals to have the country under his thumb. He uses animals to monitor people, threaten them, and make them do as he says. Aaqil is mostly given this kind of job. The King asks him to monitor nobles to pick up signs of betrayal. Sometimes, he also asks him to threaten people. Aaqil can't oppose the King, so he reluctantly performs this dirty work. 

This time, Aaqil has been asked to watch a merchant committing tax fraud. But after watching him, Aaqil realizes that he is actually a kind merchant who gives goods for free to the poor. He isn't doing tax fraud, he just doesn't get earnings on the goods he gives for free. The merchant isn't doing anything bad, on the contrary, he is a good person.

But when Aaqil reports the actions of the merchant:

King: The rule is to pay the country a portion of the sales earnings. He gave away the goods for free of his own accord, so he is at fault for not paying tax for these. Notify him so he pays.

Aaqil is shocked by the King's answer. The King is only thinking of profits and has no consideration for poor people. Aaqil thinks the merchant would be a more suitable king, but since he can't oppose the King, he doesn't say anything and complies.

When Aaqil notifies the merchant, the latter replies that he has no money since he gave away his goods. The King doesn't accept this answer and asks the merchant to get the money from the people to whom he gave his goods or to raise money in some way or another. But the merchant doesn't have a prospering business, so Aaqil has to threaten him, which breaks his heart. At last, the merchant is able to raise money. After paying it to the country, he stops his activity.

Now that the issue is over:

King (cold gaze): It took you long this time. Next time, finish faster.

The King leaves.

Aaqil sighs and returns to his room. He meets his mother on the way.

Mother: Make sure to serve His Majesty well.

Aaqil enters his room and crashes into his bed. The mission this time was long and its content terrible, so it exhausted him both in body and mind. 

Aaqil takes out the letter from the caravan people and reads it.

Aaqil: Let's go back home quickly.

Aaqil gets up from his bed and starts preparing his things for his trip back. He changes from his uncomfortable formal clothes to his usual clothes, ties a little luggage on him, asks one of his fast animal friends to take him back, and gallops to the caravan.

Once the caravan is in sight, his sinking mood improves at once.

Aaqil thanks his animal friend, dashes towards the tent, and barges in.

Caravan Leader: Oooh, Aaqil, you're back. Welcome home.

Qumiit: Ah, welcome back, Aaqil.

Alqus?: Welcome back Aaqil, thanks for the hard work.

Nashiit? Haati?: Welcome back.

Everyone has welcomed him with a smile. Aaqil feels like crying.

Qumiit's POV

Qumiit sighs while thinking of his best friend who hasn't been back for a while.

It has been several weeks since Aaqil has been summoned for a job. Usually, it would take several days, but this time it seems to be taking so long.

Qumiit imagines that Aaqil must be depressed at the moment. After all, Aaqil hates to be summoned to the castle. He won't say a word about it, but whenever he receives the notice, he always looks so down. Then he leaves with a reluctant and gloomy face and everyone sees him off while feeling sad for him.

The caravan people don't know what kind of work Aaqil is made to do. Aaqil won't talk about it at all. Though, Qumiit can imagine. After all, the caravan people are also monitored. 

The King of Multaq will absolutely not tolerate anyone opposing him or not paying their tribute to the country. Because of this, he uses people who have the ability to control animals to have them watch nobles, merchants, and citizens, and especially threaten them. It is something normal in Mutlaq.

As someone who possesses the ability to control animals, Aaqil is probably forced into doing this kind of job. But Aaqil is a kind person. He doesn't control animals, but asks them to fulfill his request. He also hates quarrels. He won't assert his will, so he mostly doesn't fight with people. It must be very painful for him to make his animal friends not only monitor people but also threaten them.

Qumiit is frustrated that he doesn't have the power to save Aaqil from this situation. He wants to save him so badly but he can't do anything. Aaqil is finally able to laugh now but whenever he returns to the castle, he has the same expression he had the first time he met him.

Qumiit still clearly remembers the first time Aaqil came to the caravan. Aaqil was a shy child hiding behind the caravan leader's back. He was wearing fine clothes, had a pretty face, and looked like a rich kid. Qumiit first wondered why a rich kid would come here. After interacting with him a little, Qumiit noticed that Aaqil had no emotion in his face or his words, he was just like a doll. Qumiit guessed that Aaqil hadn't had a happy life so far.

Just after his first visit, Aaqil wouldn't cry nor make a scene even if he got hurt, so Qumiit asked him this.

Qumiit: Why won't you say anything even when you're hurt?

Aaqil (expressionless): What would you do if I did?

Qumiit (surprised): What would I do...?

Qumiit realized that Aaqil didn't have anyone worrying about him or thinking about him. As for Qumiit, ever since he remembered, the adults of the caravan had been here for him, and whenever he got hurt, they would worry about him and take care of him. This was how he had been living. He always had someone who worried about him whenever he got hurt.

Qumiit looked at Aaqil wiping his wound himself with an expressionless face.

Qumiit: Whenever you are injured, I'll worry about whether it hurts or whether you're in pain! So tell me when you are injured!

Qumiit had said this in a scolding way. Aaqil made a surprised face. It was the first expression Aaqil made.

After that, Aaqil gradually showed more expression as he spent more time at the caravan. 

When Aaqil just started coming, he mostly had no common sense. Whenever Qumiit taught him something, Aaqil would make an amazed face. In return, Aaqil carefully taught him reading, writing, calculations, and other difficult things like the words of other countries. They taught each other what the other didn't know and before long, Qumiit was able to see Aaqil smile and they had completely become best friends.

When they did, Qumiit finally learned about Aaqil's background. Aaqil spoke honestly about it while fearing it might change their relationship. But it didn't. It might have if Qumiit had just met him, but he now considered him as his friend. No matter his social status or whatever ability he possessed, everyone considered Aaqil as a friend and family and that would never change. 

Even so, Aaqil was bound by his social status, position, and ability. He was making his precious ones do horrible things without anything in return. It ate at his heart. Whenever Aaqil returned from the castle, he always looked pale and sometimes he would stay in bed for a while. The things he was forced into doing must have been that hard.

Aaqil gets so affected when working for a few days, so Qumitt is seriously worried about him working for weeks this time. There is no one caring about Aaqil at the castle. He can't help worrying whether Aaqil eats and sleeps properly. 

He is so worried that he and the others wrote Aaqil a letter. Aaqil has replied that he is "okay" but Qumitt doubts he is since Aaqil tends to ignore his limits. 

Qumiit wishes Aaqil would return soon. Then, Qumiit would cook for Aaqil all the things he likes. 

A few days later, Aaqil finally comes back home.

Aaqil: ...I'm back.

Aaqil is pale and promptly falls into a deep sleep in his bed. Qumiit guesses that Aaqil couldn't get sufficient sleep at the castle. Aaqil usually wakes up when someone moves close to him, but this time he won't wake up at all.

Aaqil makes a relaxed face while sleeping. Qumiit strokes his face just a little.

Qumiit: If I only I could help you even a little...

Qumiit can't free Aaqil from his painful job or help him. He feels so sad and helpless that he feels like crying.

[thesakuragarnet]

HONEY (ARE U COMING?)

Summary: Keigo comes home late one night with new leather gloves. (a K!nktober oneshot that takes place between chapters 68 and 69 of my PHOENIX AU; inspired by the Maneskin song)

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! S3XUAL TAGS WILL BE HIDDEN BELOW THE KEEP READING BUTTON!

Non-Spicy tags: heavy smut, established relationship, Hero!Dabi, engaged DabiHawks, swearing, alternate universe, making out, shenanigans on a couch, they're so in love I swear

Word Count: 1,494

AO3 link

Spicy Tags: k!nkt0ber, DabiHawks but they're both sw!tches, fr0ttage, mutual ma$turbat!on, dry h u m p i n g, l3ather k!nk, gr!nding, handj0bs,

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Toya felt restless. He and Keigo had been working overtime between wedding planning and actual field missions. It was a nightmare. Keigo, on the other hand, seemed to be obsessed with the adrenaline rushes. He’d rattle on about the day’s events while they got ready for bed, and they were both so exhausted that intimacy had been scarce. It was getting ridiculous.

For once, Keigo was requested for a late-night solo mission, and Toya had the night off…so…naturally…he stayed up to wait for Kei to get home…or at least, he tried. It’s five o’clock in the morning, and Toya is passed out on their couch in nothing but black sweatpants. 

Ding. 

The elevator softly drones from down the hall, and Keigo carefully steps out. He’s in his Pro Hero suit complete with a pair of shiny new leather gloves. He makes his way down the hallway, feathers perking up when he senses Toya’s faint snores and sleeptalking mumbles. A small smile plays at his lips as he sneaks into the living room, peering over the couch to look at his fiancé. Toya’s sound asleep on his back, his bare chest rising and falling with each breath. Keigo hovers off the ground, slowly and silently lowering himself until he’s straddling Toya. Delicately, he leans down and presses his lips to his forehead, resting his open palms on Toya’s shoulders. Immediately, the Pro’s eyes snap open, but his expression softens when he sees his lover’s familiar silhouette. 

“Hey,” Toya yawns, blinking hard, “How was work?”

“Boring,” Keigo replies nonchalantly before pressing a chaste kiss to Toya’s cheek. He rubs the space between Toya’s shoulder and neck with his thumb, and Toya seems to freeze. Something feels different. Good different. As his eyes adjust in the dim lamplight, he sees the shiny new leather. 

“Are those new?” Toya clears his throat, and Keigo raises his eyebrow.

“Yeah?” He answers, taking note of the way Toya’s twitching underneath him. Toya can’t explain it…but he’s fairly positive Keigo hasn’t caressed him with his gloves on before. He’d remember this feeling surely …the sensation of the soft leather pressing into his skin. Silently, the puzzle pieces click in Keigo’s head, and his eyes grow heavy-lidded. Deliberately, Kei drags his hands down, palms pressing down on Toya’s chest, pausing just above his nipples. Toya sighs, eyelids fluttering as he focuses on the light massage. 

“Someone’s getting excited,” Keigo chuckles darkly when he feels his fiancé's arousal pressing between his legs. 

“It’s been weeks , Kei,” Toya groans, trying to push himself up only for Keigo to keep a firm pressure to pin him down. The winged hero leans forward, tenderly connecting their lips, and Toya shudders as he runs his fingers through Keigo’s hair. Keigo continues passionately kissing Toya, bringing his hands down to pinch his nipples. Toya moans into the kiss, pleasure clouding his brain at the sensations. Keigo rocks his hips, and Toya breaks from the kiss with a gasp. 

“God, I wanna fuck you so bad,” Toya huffs, rolling his hips in time with Keigo’s to increase the friction. Kei’s feathers seem to stand on end, and he curses under his breath at the stimulation. 

“Nuh-uh…not tonight…not yet,” Keigo pants before he softly sinks his teeth into Toya’s neck. Toya swallows a whimper, hands caressing the back of his lover’s head as he focuses on Keigo’s touch. He can’t get enough of the leather on his skin.

“You sure about that?” Toya sneers, a devilish grin on his face as he bites his bottom lip. Keigo lewdly licks up the side of his neck before sitting up. Toya’s eyes widen as Keigo takes off his utility belt, and his gaze locks onto the growing strain in Kei’s cargo pants. He shrugs off his Hero Suit jacket, letting it fall to the floor beside the couch before he starts stripping completely…well… almost . Toya’s heart stutters for a beat as he stares at Kei’s hands. 

“Don’t worry…I’m keeping the gloves on,” Keigo smirks before he starts pulling off Toya’s pants. Blood rushes to both of their cheeks. 

“You’re not wearing your boxers,” Keigo practically whispers, and Toya just blinks back, swallowing to soothe his suddenly dry throat. 

“You alright if I do something we haven’t tried before?” The winged Pro mutters, and Toya nods vigorously. 

“Mhm,” He murmurs in response, practically shuddering with anticipation. 

“Get on your side,” Keigo hums, and Toya complies, turning so he’s on his side and pressing his back up against the pillows on the couch as Keigo climbs up next to him. They’re facing each other, breaths heavy and heated as Keigo positions his cock until it’s resting on top of Toya’s. Toya sharply inhales at the sensation, twitching and aching for more. Keigo interlocks his hands, squeezing their cocks together, and it makes Toya’s eyes roll back into his head. The combination of Keigo’s dick pressing up against his with the sensation of Kei’s leather gloves is fucking intoxicating.

Toya almost yelps in surprise, nerves burning at the combination of stimulation. God, it’s almost too much to bear. 

“Keigo… fuck ,” Toya moans lowly, his voice cracking as he feels the delicate leather rubbing against his skin. 

“You like this?” Keigo chuckles darkly as he reaches around with his other hand and squeezes the flesh on Toya’s ass, making him wince ever so slightly. 

“Feels nice,” Toya admits under his breath, his heart skipping a beat.

And when Keigo starts pumping his hand, Toya almost goes cross-eyed. Instinctively, he slaps his hand over his mouth, muffling his needy moans that come tumbling up from his throat. Within seconds, his hand is already covered in spit, and he can’t help but buck his hips shallowly, desperate for more tantalizing pleasure. 

“ Fuck , baby,” Keigo groans, watching his fiancé completely fall apart; he’s so turned on his feathers are practically curling and flexing at the tips. “Who knew you had a thing for leather?” He tries to make a flirty joke, but it’s cut off by his own satisfied sighs. Without warning, Toya pulls his hand down his face and grabs Keigo by the neck, jerking him forward for an amorous kiss. Kei whines into Toya’s mouth, their tongues sloppily intertwining and sliding against one another. They simply can’t get enough of each other, their bodies and minds craving more and more and more. It’s been too long. Too long without one another’s touch. Too long without indulging in their tangle of love and lust. They’re practically drowning in it. 

“ Kei ~” Toya moans, breaking free from the kiss to bend forward and sink his teeth into Keigo’s neck. Soft words of praise spill from Keigo’s lips as he keeps moving his hand, effectively getting both of them off as their cocks squeeze together. Toya pulls back after leaving a dark bite mark on Kei’s sunkissed skin, eyelids fluttering as he grabs onto Keigo’s broad shoulders, almost like he’s holding on for dear life. Keigo winces when he feels Toya’s fingernails digging into his skin, but part of him loves it when he gets like this. When all Toya can do is say his name and grasp at him; it’s so desperate and so gorgeous.

Toya can feel his orgasm pooling in the pit of his stomach, and, judging by the sounds coming out of his fiancé, he’s just as close. He knows the patterns. Some of the Pros their age always comment on how their sex life must be boring with how long they’ve been together. The truth is, they know exactly what makes each other tick…well, unless it’s something new…like this leather thing. 

“C-close,” Keigo starts stuttering, jaw clenched as he fully focuses on the rhythm of his glove. 

“Me too,” Toya pants, tongue slightly lolling as his gaze flicks from his lover’s golden eyes to the precum-soaked mess between their legs. With a few more thrusts of his hips, Toya’s coming undone with a broken gasp, toes curling as it gushes onto the sleek black leather. Keigo rushes closer, sloppily colliding his lips with Toya’s as his own orgasm comes crashing down through his body. Gently, he slows his motions to a halt, and pulls back from the kiss. The lovers stare blissfully into each other’s eyes for a moment, shining cerulean melting into liquid gold. Then, the momentary spell of clarity breaks, and Keigo releases his grip. 

“I-I’ll get you new gloves,” Toya huffs, still catching his breath from being so pent-up. 

“Don’t worry about it. I made the choice,” Keigo smirks, tenderly kissing his fiancé on the cheek before slowly rolling backward off the couch, landing on his feet with the expertise of a cat. 

“I don’t know about you, but I need a shower,” Keigo laughs half-heartedly as he stretches. “Care to join me?”

Toya just grins blissfully, blinking away the pleasure-filled fog in his brain. 

“How could I say no to that?”

[justanotherboringwriter]

||I’m Haunted.||

Summary; the memories of his past often haunt Optimus. As a sleepwalker and sleeptalker, the contents of his dreams often spill out of his mind and into the real world, awakening his husband, Atticus.

A/N; for those confused; Atticus is a shapeshifter who prefers animalistic form which leaves his arms and legs resembling his latest form. He favors a dog form so in this form, he has dog ears, dog paws up to the elbow, dog legs up to the knee, and a tail. Imagine it like a partial fursuit.

Word count; 1,410.

Atticus was sitting on the porch of his farmhouse, enjoying the chirping of birds, mooing of cows, pinking of pigs, bleating of sheep, and the sound of leaves bristling in the wind. The cool breeze hit him, gently caressing his face as it passed, making his windchimes float softly to the right, clinging against each other and letting out a metallic melody. Suddenly, there was banging at the door.

Atticus jumped, startled. He looked over as the door practically moved as it was punched with enraged vigor. Atticus quickly stood up and walked to the door, “Optimus?” He asked, concerned. There was no response and his concern grew into panic. “Optimus!” He yelled, grabbing the doorknob and struggling with it. Locked. “Optimus!” He screamed, “Open the door!” He shrieked.

Suddenly, he gasped and woke up, tears brimming his eyes. He was laying in bed, panting. He coughed, feeling his lungs and throat burn as if he had run a triathlon. He sat up, looking around; he was in his farmhouse, in the main bedroom, with the early morning sun rising. He assumed it had just started rising as it was still very dark. He heard thumping and his head shot over, seeing Optimus, the covers having fallen off of him, punching the bed angrily.

“Optimus?..” Atticus panted.

Optimus didn’t respond, continuing to punch the mattress. Atticus watched, struggling to decide on what to do without getting hurt. He sighed, “Honey?” Atticus reached out, settling a paw on Optimus’s back. Optimus suddenly stopped, panting heavily before sitting back.

Sleeping.

Atticus crawled even closer, “Optimus, baby..” He mumbled softly, “You okay?” He added.

“That’s what you get.” Optimus growled, staring down at where he had been punching. “You took away what I had. I took away all you had.” He slumped, still sitting up, seemingly exhausted as he tilted his head up. Atticus took one of Optimus’s hands and he suddenly seemed startled as he looked around. He looked forward, “Atticus?..” He whispered hauntingly. “Oh, Atticus. W–What happened? Fuck, I ruined our wedding, didn’t I?..I’m so sorry…” He started to cry, “I’m sorry. I know how important this day is to you, I–” Atticus toned out what his husband was saying.

He remembered that day.

Atticus peeked into the bathroom of the luxurious resort he and Optimus were staying with for their wedding. “Optimus?” He called out, a bit worried. It’d seemed like his soon-to-be husband had just disappeared out of thin air. He heard aggressive panting and mutters of vulgar insults. Atticus walked past the stalls slowly, trying to locate the source of the sound.

He finally found it–The handicapped stall–And knocked awkwardly on the door. “Um, Optimus?” He called out a bit quietly. The person immediately shut up and simply panted. Atticus tried the door and it was unlocked so he pushed it open, seeing Optimus, on his knees, looking frantic and shaken, his brushed back curls a bit tousled with a curl hanging onto his forehead. He was panting like he’d been running.

Atticus closed the door behind him and locked it for some privacy, approaching the other man. “Optimus, what happened?..” He asked, concerned.

“Atticus?..” Optimus whispered, “Oh, Atticus. W–What happened? Fuck, I ruined our wedding, didn’t I?..I’m so sorry…” He started to cry.

Atticus came out of his thoughts, his eyes meeting Optimus’s tired and tear-filled blue eyes, having awakened somewhere along his husband’s thoughts. “Atticus!” He yelled, “You looked so distant. What happened?” He asked, taking his husband’s furry paws. “You were sleeping–You were punching the mattress and you just suddenly started..” Atticus sighed. “Remember our wedding day? When you had that PTSD episode and you started crying and apologizing for ‘ruining our wedding day’?” He tried again.

“Yeah. I was talking about that? Fuck.” Optimus looked off, brushing his messy curls back.

“It’s not like you meant to; you were sleeping, after all.” Atticus replied. Atticus crawled closer, now on his knees in front of his husband as he wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Optimus wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him even closer and nearly between his legs, nuzzling his face against his husband’s fluffy dog ears. “Did I..talk about anything else?” “Mhm..You said ‘That’s what you get’ and ‘You took away what I had. I took away all you had’. Was that anything important? I assume so.” Atticus mumbled.

Optimus tensed up, taking a deep breath.

“Just some bad memories is all. Don’t think you’d wanna hear them; they’re pretty..gruesome.” He muttered, tightening his grip around Atticus in a protective, almost possessive manner. “The war?” Optimus was quiet for a few seconds, solemn. He nodded. “The war.” He repeated.

“Mm, my poor baby..” Atticus cooed. “It’s all okay now. It’s all over. You survived and that’s all that matters now. So many people didn’t but you did. You persevered.” He added, kissing Optimus’s cheek as Optimus started to cry, breaking down. “I still remember it–The bodies, the blood, the broken bones..I held them as they died. They didn’t deserve to die! They were so young, they didn’t deserve it!”

Optimus sobbed into Atticus’s shoulder, sobbing his heart out as Atticus rubbed his back, cooing to him. “Let it all out, let it all out. I don’t mind.” He whispered as Optimus put his hands over his eyes, clenching at whatever skin or hair he could grab at to pull and punch, trying to release tension and stress. “Hey, no!” Atticus said quickly, gripping Optimus’s wrists and holding them away from his head to prevent him from causing further harm. “No, no, we don’t hurt ourselves.” He immediately switched to caretaker mode, like how he was with his students when they had issues with their supernatural abilities.

“We have healthy ways to relieve stress without causing any harm to ourselves, those around us, and the objects and environment around us. Do you remember the stress relief strategies I told you about?” He asked gently.

Optimus panted, his head hung low.

He stayed still, just breathing, his head pounding with flashes of bodies, crumpled and bloody, fire dancing high in the air with the sour and bitter smell of smoke filling his lungs and nostrils, screams of horror and anguished pain, yells of orders to fire or kill, the bang of a building collapsed followed by clouds of smoke rising high, grounds full of boot prints, blood, and the outlines of bodies.

He groaned, his breathing starting to slow down as he looked up into his husband’s eyes. “There you go. Just breathe. Deep breaths.” Atticus spoke calmly, taking deep breaths. Soon, Optimus copied his breathing pattern, feeling his body relax as his mind cleared up.

Atticus sat back and Optimus got on top of him, laying down on top of him.

“Thanks..” Optimus mumbled, exhausted. “It’s nothing. It’s the least I could do for you, baby. Just try to relax and keep your mind clear. What about a date tomorrow?” “Y’mean later?” Optimus chuckled tiredly. Atticus chuckled, “Yeah. A date, later. Think of that and just stew on it. What are we gonna do on this date? I’ll help you with some questions.” He added.

“Alright, go ahead.” Optimus nodded, smiling a bit as he started to become more entertained.

“First; Are we leaving or staying home?” “Staying home, definitely.” Optimus hummed. “Second; what are we gonna do? Or, rather, will we be caring for the crops, swimming, or something else?” “Hm..Baking? The harvest was pretty bountiful and it’s ours so before it hits the market, let’s use some. Maybe a pie? Or a cake!” Optimus got a bit more energetic.

“How sweet!” Atticus kissed Optimus’s forehead. “Now..” He muttered, thinking. “Any other activities?” Optimus looked off, thinking about if he wanted to do anything else. “Maybe going for a swim? Then movie night. Candies and other snacks and goodies, soda, blankets, pillows–A fort?–And..horror! In our bedroom, of course. So we can snuggle better if you get scared~” He responded, teasing.

“Scared? Me? No!” Atticus replied dramatically.

“Scared? You? Yes!” Optimus repeated, laughing.

Atticus huffed and rolled his eyes, brushing Optimus’s hair back. “Whatever. Can you get the blanket?” He asked. Optimus nodded and quickly stood up, grabbing the covers and pulling them over him and Atticus. Optimus got comfortable again, allowing Atticus to stroke his curls again. “See you later, honey..” Optimus smiled.

“Mhm, see you later.” Atticus hummed.

[sleepingsomewherecold]

About

Sleeping somewhere cold is a collection of works by me, Markus Constantine (but you can call me Andie!) I'm 22 years old and use they/he/she pronouns. my art blog (complete with all the silly junk i drew when i was 14, yummy) is ferealityart. This art is pretty personal and journalistic in nature, so it is very close to my heart and deals largely with my own personal struggles with depression, trauma, loneliness, addiction, and creation.

It comes with an accompanying website which is sort of like an interactive online art gallery and sort of like a maze and sort of like a choose your own adventure. It is my brain map!

This website is forever in progress to be updated as i create, however it is a full experience on its own as it is now. Check it out at the link at the bottom

It was also an installation for a painting class I took around a year ago now, though I was working on this project before the class and have continued working on it after. Here's a pic of the installation piece! (ooooo aahhhhhhh so coooooool)

If you're coming here for the first time, I would recommend exploring the website first and then coming back for extra goodies! For a while, I'll just be backposting the art I've already make

Feel free to send asks or submission! I’ll post them under #sleeptalks so you can blacklist it if you just want the good stuff. I also plan on posting some behind the scenes and discussion stuff under that tag. art will be under #sleepart, and website updates will be under #sleepd8

this blog is still under construction still currently! hope you enjoy my silly little draws. I have a once a day q set up for my backlog of art, so look forward to that!

[im-a-matt-girl]

soft matt fic where they're both kinda half asleep and she's tracing his features and kinda goes "you're so pretty" and he gets all flustered because they're meant to be just friends but he's so in love with her and he's half asleep so logics out the door and he just kisses her without thinking.

"Sleeptalk"

We stayed up all night playing video games together. Now, it's almost sunrise, and I'm exhausted.

"Is it okay if I sleep here in your room?" I ask you.

"Sure," you smile at me. "Anything I can get you to make you more comfortable?"

"I think I'm good, but thank you," I reply, lying down in your bed. I pull the covers up over me, and snuggle into your pillow. I can already feel myself drifting off to sleep.

"Mind some company?" you ask me, getting under the covers with me.

"It's your bed, silly," I mumble.

I feel your warm body next to mine, and it relaxes me even more. I kind of want to cuddle you, but I'm not sure if that would be too forward.

Then, as if you can read my mind, you whisper, "Wanna cuddle?"

"Yeah," I answer, getting closer to you. I look up at your face, and I see that your eyes are fluttering closed. "Falling asleep?" I ask you.

"Mhm," you nod sleepily.

I want to kiss you, but I don't know if I should. We're not dating, but I think I'm starting to have feelings for you. You give me butterflies in my stomach, and I love being around you. Plus you're just stunningly beautiful. I lightly trace the outlines of your face with my fingertips, wondering how it's even possible for someone to be as handsome as you are. "You're so pretty," I breathe.

You let out a quiet giggle as your skin turns bright pink. You open your eyes, just a little bit. "You're pretty, too," you say to me. "Wanna kiss?"

"Yeah," I nod.

You lean into me, pressing your soft, warm lips against mine. It makes my head spin. It's everything I hoped for.

I return your kiss, still cupping your face with my hands. I just hope I'm not already dreaming.

[moorishflower]

WIP word search game!

Okay! I was tagged by @dsudis!

My words are: blue, deep, walk, sky, down, heal

blue: (from the unnamed Hallmark-Adjacent sequel)

If Morpheus is honest with himself – and he has been attempting, within the last three months, to be more honest with himself – the moment that he considered Robert Gadling a viable husband was the very instant he had seen him bathed in the lights of Trafalgar Square, in a dozen different shades of blue and white and soft golden from the surrounding buildings and with his hair pulled back into a bun, as though he had done so out of habit just before he had left his flat.

deep: (from an unnamed vampire!Dream WIP that's been languishing until I get into vampires again)

His stranger turns to look at him, and it pulls his face into deep shadow. Hob can only see the white curve of his throat, a tempting peek of collarbone. His face is obscured in darkness, with only those two bright points of witchlight to mark where his gaze falls. “I have had many names,” he says. Each word is slow and purposeful, as if it is being pulled from a sleeptalker. “Morpheus. Oneiros. Draculea. More, still. I was called the shaper of forms, once. Voivode, and Lord, and King. My true name is older.”

heal: (from an Edgin/Xenk canon divergence AU set 4 years prior to the movie)

"I can heal myself," the paladin says placidly, and then makes absolutely no effort to do so while Ed pours a thin stream of icy water over the slash on his cheek. It's not as bad once all the blood's cleared away -- he can't see clear through to teeth at least -- and that only leaves him with addressing the actual problem, which is the shoulder injury. Ed stares at the guy's pauldrons, wondering where in the Nine Hells he even starts.

walk: (from a yet-unposted bit of Little Histories)

"I am ambivalent about the nature of food served from a truck," Dream says. He still feels somewhat slow and muddled, but the walk is pleasant. Humans need movement, Hob has informed him. It is part of the development of their infants, and most enjoy it well after their childhood, as well. There is something pleasant about utilising his muscles; in the moment, he wonders why it had been so hard to rouse himself yesterday.

sky: (from the same Edgin/Xenk fic)

The opportunity comes just as the sun is beginning to get dangerously low in the sky and the nightlife of Luskan -- skullduggery, alleyway knifing, pickpocketing and the like -- is kicking into high gear, when a man on a horse as white as the driven snow turns away from the Southern Gate and keeps right on riding towards Mirabar.

down: (unnamed Johanna/Lucifer fic)

The demon darts forward, too bloody fast for a woman who's spent most of the evening getting fantastically drunk after ousting a fucking poltergeist from an attic, and knocks the crucifix from her hands. Jo responds by yanking out the vial of holy water she keeps in her bra and dumping it directly down the demon's cleavage. She suspects she only manages this because the demon was too distracted by trying to figure out why she was fumbling in her bra to begin with, but that's to her benefit, so she counts it as a win.

And I will taaaaag... @avelera (show me the secret drafts of Joke's On You!!!), @landwriter, @softest-punk, @beatnikfreakiswriting and anyone else who'd like to play <3

Your words are: invite, bleed, lonely, glance, small, curve

[chrancecriber]

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Gram'ma Funk 12:27 Purple Avenue - American Boy 12:20 Angel Tibetan - Brings 12:18 Stefan Reh, Kara - Unknown 12:12 Man In A Room - L'entre Jeux 12:05 Rodney Hunter - Electric Lady (Elektrische Bidde Mix) 12:04 Phontaine - I Should 12:00 Living Room - Golden Ride 11:54 Marga Sol - Goodbye 11:49 Merge Of Equals - Clear Blue Sky 11:43 Alexsandro Da Silva - Possible Dreams 11:40 Tim Angrave - Positivism 11:36 Latin League - La Princessa Del Marte (Original Mix) 11:30 Paul Hardcastle - Dancing Galaxies 11:26 Willie Blake - Classical Gas 11:25 Amelie - Loop Back (Original Mix) 11:22 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 11:19 Kraak & Smaak - Echo Park 11:14 Roberto Sol - Nube De Agua (Feat. Ines Prados) (Extended Mix) 11:09 Kusuma Orchestra - A Glittering Mosaic 11:06 Bliss - Desert Sun 11:03 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 10:58 Faro - Shadows (Original Mix) 10:52 Velvet Lounge Project - Why Should I Say No! (Flashbaxx Remix) 10:51 Idenline - Carry Heart (Original Mix) 10:47 351 Lake Shore Drive - Blue Baby Moon (Feat. Picidu) 10:41 Night Cruzer - The Nightcruise 10:35 Capa - By Your Stair (Houie D.remix) 10:34 Boozoo Bajou - Second To None 10:27 Marga Sol - Cafe Del Amor 10:23 Mirage Of Deep - More Than I Can Bear 10:17 Aquarius - Candles In Love 10:16 Sven Van Paapen - Love Me Slow (Smooth Vocal Flair Mix) 10:10 Nighthawks - Camel Eyes 10:06 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 10:00 Dj Maretimo - Atmosphere Lovers (Sky Sergeant Mix) 09:54 Simon Bareilles - The Sound Of Silence - Guitar Lounge Mix 09:52 Justy Puck - Crumpled 09:49 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 09:42 Planet Funk - Under The Rain 09:40 Hotplay - Turn Around - Guitar Del Mar Mix 09:37 Sandra - Perfect Touch 09:33 Velvet Lounge Project - You Broke My Heart (Video Cut) 09:27 Mani Beats - N&n 09:25 Brainstorm - Maybe (The Equalizers Nuclear Bomb Remix) 09:18 Mahl-a - Scent Of You 09:17 Lemongrass, Jane Maximova - I Miss You 09:13 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 09:08 Funky Brothers - Through His One - Original Mix 09:03 351 Lake Shore Drive - Seabeam 08:58 Collioure - Timeless Pulse 08:57 Idenline - Call Me (Original Mix) 08:47 Florito - Nambuco 08:44 The New Mastersounds Feat. Corinne Bailey Rae - Your Love Is Mine 08:37 Gabriel Le Mar - Welcome To Dreamland 08:35 Nookie Feat. Larry Heard - Paradise Tease Mix 08:28 Lemongrass - Loving You 08:25 Ragi - Voyage To India (Buddha Sunset Del Mar Vocal Mix) 08:19 Artenovum - When You Fall Asleep (Slow Coach Mix) 08:15 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 08:13 Friendly Breaks - Morning Lounge (Groovy Chillout Mix) 08:06 Felivand - Recollections 08:03 Aandra - You Are The Gold (Feat. Soul Sista Shakti) 07:56 Blank & Jones - Flaming June 07:52 Polyopia - Just For You (Soleil Fisher Mix) 07:47 Marc Hartman - Become The Sky (Original Mix) 07:44 Olivia Broadfield - Probably Nothing 07:42 Carsten Gronholz - Do What You Like 07:36 Derail - Freedom - Deep Mix 07:33 Aurys - Dinner Delight 07:31 Mario Basanov & Vidis Ft. Jazzu - I'll Be Gone (Extended Original Mix) 07:28 Mòzâmbîqúe - Healing Touch 07:25 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 07:19 Ernesto - Rolling Tunes 07:14 Emili Birdy - What You Gonna Do (Soul 2 Sax Mix) 07:09 Gushi & Raffunk - Good To Me (Original Mix) 07:08 Man In A Room - Thief Of Time (Feat. Sanura) 06:58 Under - Under (Morgan Page Remix) 06:53 Deeparture - Dambes 06:47 Silverbeat - Time 2 Go (Isla Del Sol) 06:45 Zero 7 - Give It Away 06:42 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 06:37 Thompascal & Hp. Hoeger - Funky Stuff 06:29 Eguana - Long Trip To Nowhere 06:23 Depeche Mode - Useless (K&d Session) 06:21 Deja - Move Feat. Nneka - It's All Up 06:17 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 06:16 Emancipator - Jet Stream 06:09 Waldeck - You Only Live Twice 06:07 Delerium Feat. Azure Ray - Keyless Door 06:00 Lo Seen - When I Close My Eyes 05:57 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 05:55 Fous De La Mer - Stars And Fishes 05:48 Rui - One Man Show 05:43 Cantoma - Abando (Feat. Javier Bergia) 05:41 Deeparture - Dream On 05:38 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 05:36 Anam - Precious 05:30 Dreamhunter - Oude Centrum (Original Mix) 05:24 V I F - Silence Of The Heart (Original Mix) 05:22 Peter Pearson - This Way To A Dream 05:16 Moondust - I Feel Love 05:11 Lisa Shaw - I'm Ok 05:09 Jizz Jazz - Lost In Your Eyes (Cool Cut Mix) 05:06 Left - Lovesong 05:02 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 04:58 Pnfa - Underground River (Original Mix) 04:55 Honour - Aradeo 04:49 Tetris - Two Hours 04:45 Sub - Missions - Four Horizons 04:42 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 04:39 Afterlife, Calladine - Clear Blue Sky (Blank & Jones Remix) 04:32 Moondust - In Between Days (Feat. Querubyna) 04:27 Hotplay - Only A Dream 04:26 Minusblue - Be As One - Michaele Remix 04:22 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 04:21 Luis Hermandez - Aura (Original Mix) 04:14 Twins In Mind - I Hear Your Voice 04:09 Florian Fai - Rooftop Martini (Original Mix) 04:07 Dj Maretimo - Sun Addicted (Pure Beach Cut) 04:04 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 03:58 Frontera - A Baia 03:55 Steven Solveig - Magical 03:49 E - Motive - Street Waves 03:46 Neve - Supernatural (Ambient Mix) 03:42 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 03:38 Elektrohandel - Somnia Dulcia 03:36 Milosh - Another Day 03:30 Surfers - Paradise Island 03:26 Schwarz & Funk - Have A Nice Day 03:23 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 03:17 Solanos - Sambado 03:12 Left - Under The Water (Feat. Sethe) 03:07 Hior Chronik - Still Foggy (Cosmonaut Grechko Version) 03:00 Dj Riquo - Island Delight 02:56 Titeknots - Time Mending Time Again 02:53 Jamie Melua - Sing My Song (Ft. Katie Young) 02:47 Mirage Of Deep - More Than I Can Bear 02:45 Soul Avenue - Yearn To Love (Original Mix) 02:38 Stargazer - Pourqoui Pas 02:35 Approaching Black - The Night Before 02:29 Line - Stay Awhile (Original Mix) 02:26 Aqua Mundi - Simple Ou Double 02:23 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 02:18 Alex Field - Wake Me (Bryan Milton Remix) (Feat. Natune) 02:12 Max Melvin - Ease 02:08 Jens Buchert - Moonlight (Feat. Barbara Zanetti) 02:06 Princess Of Lounge - We Found Love 02:03 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 02:01 Planet Lounge - Bossapolari Bossapolari 01:54 Openzone Bar - Down Under Snowball 01:49 Minus Blue - Be As One (Klangstein Edit) 01:46 Jerome Noak Feat. Sax N House - Early Bird (Bart Vander Zwaan Remix) 01:43 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 01:39 Waldeck - Midsummer Night Blues 01:36 Faro - The Persuit Of Beauty 01:30 Dadamnphreaknoizphunk (Feat. Jen) - Waiting 01:27 Approaching Black - A Minute Till Midnight 01:24 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 01:19 Maskara - Feel The Nature (Original Mix) 01:14 Velvet Dreamer - Crystal Water (Five Seasons Remix) 01:09 Tanga - Sink 01:06 Merlion - What Can You Do - Bar Cafe Buddha Mix 01:03 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 00:59 Chris Le Blanc, Roberto Sol - Ahora (Feat. Ines) (Rs Ibiza Chill Mix) 00:56 Soleil Fisher - Warm Winter - Sting Of Paradise Sunset Mix 00:49 Nexus 5 - At Midnight (Original Mix) 00:47 Kaxamalka - Backdrops 00:44 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 00:41 Ingo Herrmann - Nature View 00:36 Climatic - L'horizzonte 00:33 Heiko - Miles Away 00:30 Florzinho - Deixe O Sol Entrar (Feat. Ana Paula & Luis Viola) (Original Mix) 00:27 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 00:25 Hacienda - Be With Me 00:18 Clelia Felix - Keep Watching The Stars 00:13 Dub Mars - Between The Lines 00:12 Uppermost - Believe 00:05 Dave Ross - Playboy 00:00 Skysurfer - Circling Elements (Feat. Lovay - Down By The Sea Mix)

[ziontdaily]

180920 | theblacklabel_official #ZIONT #자이언티 #ZZZ #TRACKLIST #2018_10_15 #6PM #RELEASE #THEBLACKLABEL #더블랙레이블

Tracklist

‪1. 아이돌 / Ideal‬ ‪2. 멋지게 인사하는 법 (feat. ?)‬ Hello Tutorial (feat. ?) ‪3. My Luv‬ ‪4. 말라깽이 (feat. E SENS) /Malla Gang‬ (feat. E SENS ‪5. 어허‬ / Uh huh ‪6. 잠꼬대 (feat. 오혁)‬ / Sleep talk (feat. Oh Hyuk) ‪7. 아무도 모르는 이야기‬ Untold story

Which song are you looking forward to hearing?

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Promotion: Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader

synopsis: You don't ever make it to the convention. At all.

wc: 2.4k

tw: NSFW

masterlist

"Hey, y/n, are you coming out to lunch with us?" You turn your chair around to face your co-workers, all of them gathering their things to leave for the day. A half-day, right.

You'd completely forgotten about the half-day your boss offered as a reward for meeting every single editing deadline for a month straight. And now you were knee-deep in a manuscript, your mind completely focused on the task on the computer in front of you.

"I think I'll stay here and work on this for a little while. You all enjoy yourselves!" Your co-workers wave goodbye, chattering about their weekend plans as you turn back around, shifting the feedback sheet from your desk and onto the printer.

You dive back into your work - frowning as you come across a massive plot hole - the door to your boss's office flies open. You jump a little, startled by the sudden movement, and watch Nanami Kento adjust his clear frames before sliding them back on his handsome face.

"Y/n, could I speak to you for a moment? I'm sorry to interrupt your workflow, but this is urgent," he begins, and you stand from your desk, saving the work you've done before walking into his office. As you take a seat in the only other chair in the room, you cross your legs at the ankle, waiting for Nanami to take his place at his desk.

"Did you not want to take the half-day?" The blonde man wonders, sitting in his chair and unbuttoning his jacket.

"No, I really want to get as much work done as possible before the weekend."

"Big plans?" His brow lifts, and you inhale sharply, wondering what he's implying.

"No," you admit, looking down at your fingers and feeling your cheeks heat up. "I like to rest on my days off, is all."

"I won't keep you long, then. One of our managing editors - Hisoka - is leaving at the end of next week. You've been working very hard on making sure manuscripts are done right, clients are satisfied, and book deals go smoothly that I was wondering if you'd be willing to accept her position and her spot at the conference next week." A promotion? And a spot a the Editor's Conference?

"Sir, I'm flattered by your consideration--"

"Then it's done. I'll send over the paperwork on Monday morning, and I'll make sure you're settled in your new position by Friday." Nanami begins typing at his computer, and you stare at him, open-mouthed. "What's wrong?"

"I mean, this is all so sudden, I..." you trail off as Nanami frowns at you, his confusion evident. "Thank you, sir."

"You're the most qualified for the position, so I think you'll do just fine." He smiles as you stand to leave, giving him a slight bow.

"I'll do my best."

_____________________________________________________________

You shift nervously as the taxi takes both you and your boss from the train station to your hotel, where you hope the assistant booked you a decent room so you can get some rest before the big day tomorrow. Nanami is checking his phone, reading through emails before the taxi stops, letting you both out on the sidewalk in front of the ritzy hotel in the moonlight.

"I'll check-in for both of us," Nanami murmurs, and you go to sit in the lobby area while he speaks with the receptionist. Before long, you can hear a slight disagreement break out, and you turn your head to watch your boss approach you slowly, head bowed a little.

"What's wrong?" you wonder, clutching your bag close.

"Takada booked us only one room instead of two. I think she might have gotten the idea that since Hisoka left, that I would just be going."

"Well," you begin, standing. "Surely we can get another room."

"There isn't any room," he mutters, rubbing his eyes. "All of the hotels in the area are booked." You deflate, wondering what to do next. Nanami watches you carefully, picking up his briefcase before you reply,

"Well, I guess we have no choice, then."

He escorts you up to the elevator and swipes his keycard, pressing the highest floor before clearing his throat. You feel sweat pooling under your arms as you think about possibly sharing a bed with your boss. Yes, he's handsome as hell. But... sleeping in the same bed as a co-worker is... wrong. Right?

When the door to the suite opens, you look around at the lavish furnishings and beautiful view it affords you.

"I'll take the couch," Nanami announces, sighing as he drops his luggage beside the less than appealing couch.

"It looks uncomfortable," you state, and he takes off his glasses.

"I'm not going to assume you're comfortable with me sharing a bed with you, so I'm offering it to you by default."

"I'm sure we can both fit," you offer, and he glances up at you curiously. "Don't worry, it'll be fine." Nanami thinks for a moment, then moves his things into the bedroom, placing them on the other side of the king-sized bed. "And I promise I won't tell anyone," you tease, but he just gives you a blank look that makes you look away, cringing internally. Cool it with the jokes, you tell yourself.

As Nanami takes a shower, you pull out the various items you have to sleep in, groaning at your selection. There were only short, frilly things, instead of what you normally brought - baggy t-shirts and sweatpants. Why did you choose to bring these of all things?

Grumbling, you walk over to the mini-fridge and pull out a small bottle of Moët, tossing it back for courage. You feel the champagne hit your system moments later- and you wonder how you made it through college at this point.

The sound of the shower shutting off makes you squeak, and you throw on the silk slip before climbing into bed and facing away from the bathroom door. When Nanami emerges, you hear him shift around before climbing under the sheets, and muttering,

"Good night, y/n."

"Good night, sir."

_____________________________________________________________

Your arm is on someone's chest when you awake. You moan, lifting your head and coming face to face with your boss - who is already awake.

"Oh!" you shift off of Nanami, heart beating wildly. "I am so sorry, sir, I--"

"No, it's fine," Nanami chuckles. "It's not every morning that I wake up with a beautiful woman in my bed. Or have her talk about me in her sleep."

"Huh?" you stop, feeling your stomach drop.

"You said some... interesting things about me while you were asleep. If I had known you were a sleeptalker, I would have--"

"What did I say?" you whisper, frightened.

"Oh, nothing," Nanami chuckles, getting out of the bed and stretching. "Just something about how you found me good-looking and how you wanted to--"

You look away from him, rubbing your face in embarrassment. "I am so, so sorry, Mr. Nanami, it must have been the Moët I had before bed."

"Oh, I'm not upset. I just wish you would've said something sooner, y/n." You turn back to him, your eyes widening. "I find you attractive, too. But I had to be sure you weren't just dreaming before I said anything to you." He climbs back onto the bed, touching your face with a tender hand.

You instinctively lean into his palm, and he tilts your chin up, leaning forward. His lips ghost over yours before pressing against your cheek, and you moan. "Is this okay?" Nanami wonders, and you nod, feeling goosebumps run across your skin.

"Yes," you reply, and he leans forward again. This time, he kisses you gently, hands drifting from your face to your hips, where they play with the edges of your slip.

"Do you know how hard it was to sleep with you next to me?" he breathes, kissing down your neck. "Your beautiful hands fluttering from my face to my chest..." He cups your breasts over your slip and thumbs your nipples repeatedly, making you shudder.

"Nanami..." you exhale, and he removes one of the spaghetti straps of your slip slowly. "Sir, I--" He stops, replacing your strap quickly.

"I'm sorry, I'm not supposed to do this," The blonde man shakes his head, closing his eyes. Your breath hitches, but he doesn't move away from you, still. "I shouldn't--"

"Please," you interrupt him, grabbing his wrist. "Please." At your appeals, his lips crash into yours again and you tangle your fingers into his hair.

"Tell me when you want to stop," he urges you, hands running up your slip and gripping your bare thighs. But you allow him to lay you across the bed, tongues tangling as he undresses you with care.

"I need you," you breathe, and Nanami hums in response.

"We'll be late to the conference," he notes, but you shake your head. "We might not even make it the first day." But he makes no move to stop, again, rolling your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. "You alright with that?" The only thing you can do is moan as your body writhes underneath his grip, his hands orchestrating the symphonic melodies coming from your throat.

Nanami blinks slowly, leaning down to capture one of the buds between his lips. He sucks and pulls with precision, and your mind goes blank, not even registering that the color of the ceiling. All you know are the sensations you're feeling right now.

"How do you feel?" Nanami wonders, a hand sliding down to your core. As his fingers slide between your folds, you whisper,

"It feels good." He presses a finger into you before adding another, hovering above you as he strokes your g-spot.

"You're so beautiful," Nanami moans, eyes roaming over your exposed body as he drives you to madness, adding his thumb on your clit. You want to let go, you want to cum, but the fear of your boss seeing you in this way is just-- "It's okay," Nanami whispers, pressing his lips to your ear. "I promise I won't tell anyone."

"Oh my god," you shudder, his fingers being coated with your slick and cum liberally. Nanami croons at the way your hips jerk into his palm while you squirt all over his hand. You pant heavily once it's over, and he removes his shirt, revealing a body you've only dreamed about. His muscles are just as defined as you thought, and as he removes his pants dutifully, you watch his thick cock spring free.

"Can I?" he wonders, pumping his cock with his slick covered hand. You spread your legs a little more, inviting him to fuck you just like you've wanted for so long.

All those days he walked by your desk with his sleeves pushed up around his arms... all those times he stopped to speak with you about your day... and all those times you watched him give a presentation, imaging his lips rolling across your skin during the meetings... You would faint if you knew just how close you could get to him in one morning.

As Nanami sinks into you, you exhale deeply, and he grips your leg, leaning down and pressing himself onto you carefully. Your arm winds around his back and he stares at you as he pumps into you, his warm breath caressing your face. "Is that good?"

"So good," you whine, curling your nails into his skin. "Nanami, I--"

"Kento," the man whispers against your skin. "Please, call me Kento."

"Kento," you instantly moan, and he presses a kiss to your throat, picking up his speed. His free hand snakes behind your back, lifting you up a little as he fucks you. His breathing becomes ragged as his cock strokes your insides, pulling sounds out of you that you never considered being in your lexicon.

The smacking sounds and wetness between your thighs are enough to bring you to the edge, but Nanami slows his strokes, making them long and deep. Your orgasm abates, but you don't mind. Being beholden to Nanami is heaven.

"I'm going to make you feel some things," he warns, and you open your mouth to reply, but he continues. "You might not like being edged, but I want you to feel this next orgasm in your soul." Edged? He picks up his speed once more, knocking the thought right out of your head as you're jostled back and forth on the sheets. You can't really think rationally, anyways. Why bother?

"Mmmm," you grunt, face scrunching together as you feel another orgasm building again. And you think maybe he'll let you cum, but he slows down again, sweat dripping from his face onto your chest. "Kento, I can't take it!" you pant, but your boss nods.

"Just one more, y/n." You oblige, toes curling painfully as he quickens his thrusts and pulls you up and leans back, pumping into you from below. The sensation is remarkably different, you note, and his dick curves into you perfectly as he continues thrusting. You gasp, fingers curling into his shoulders as you feel the same orgasm building. "Ken--"

He slows down again, and you cry out, thighs quivering with the need for release. "Hold on to me," Nanami breathes, smoothing his hands down your arms and taking your fingers in his. "I'm going to let you cum this time." You tuck your face in between the crook of his neck and shoulder, moaning obscenely as he fucks you back to the brink of insanity. But this time, when your thighs clench and your hips stiffen, he keeps going, squeezing your hands carefully.

"Kento, oh my fucking god," you shout, losing yourself in the intensity of the orgasm. You might have blacked out if it wasn't for Nanami holding you against him and his hips stuttering violently as he came inside of you.

"That's it," your boss moans loudly. "That's my girl..." You're so overwhelmed that you don't register where he stops and where you begin. Everything is hazy, and you wonder if this is what it's like to be fuck drunk. You feel something being pulled over you and the way Kento holds you close, whispering sweet nothings to you as you try to keep awake, but your whole body surrenders to the finality of the moment, to the peace, and you fall asleep in his arms.

[thewhitefluffyhat]

Alikari Halloween Part 2 Ramble

Have you ever wanted to lock two fictional characters in a room and not let them leave until they talked out their problems? This event is literally just that, and not even trying to hide it!

...Naturally, since Alina is involved, it still manages to go terribly!

I mentioned in my post on Part 1 of the event that the situation could have gone very wrong and very deadly, and what do you know, that's exactly what happens.

And I don't hate it? Arc 1 Main Story Alina goes all-in on the evil, but what makes villain Alina interesting to me is the ways in which she still does have a consistent set of values she follows, they're just very divorced from normal morality.

("Only the artist is allowed to destroy their own art," "Alina doesn't lie" - stuff like that.)

But yeah, even with memory loss, if you trap Alina in a room and suggest that killing someone will allow her to escape, she has no reservations about doing so. If anything, I'm kind of surprised that it wasn't her first thought.

Hotaru being so lazy she barely gives a damn when Alina tries (and is stopped by Karin) is pretty funny too. I was initially unsure why Hotaru was here, but her apathy isn't a bad addition to the comedy dynamic.

Moeka and Akari, I'm not as sold on. Though Moeka gets some decent mileage out of being the only person around besides Karin with functional social skills who can stand Alina long enough to attempt to *teach* her those skills.

Yes, in case there was any doubt, Alina's lack of social skills is entirely genuine. Which presents a bit of a problem when the girls realize that to undo one of Karin’s commands, they have to convince Karin that Alina has changed for the better.

Moeka has to tell Alina to try things like "smiling" and "maybe call Karin by her real name for once." But Karin sees through the act immediately of course.

Anyway, once again, I'm looking forward to the full translation. Even just on my own, I noticed quite a few callbacks to bits of Alina's non-Main Story characterization. The "Alina doesn't care if Alina is kind or not. I just do what I want," pictured above, for example.

There's also some interesting stuff in here about Alina not wanting or understanding what Karin wants to change about her.

And there's even a very dark callback to that "Only the artist is allowed to destroy their own art," when Alina finally runs out of patience and gets the idea to kill Karin. Because as of Arc 2, Alina considers Karin one of her artworks, for some reason.

So yeah, Alina's now considered murdering Karin.

Before Alina can actually do anything, though, Karin winds up feeling so bad she preemptively deletes herself via another command. I guess that's one way to turn the situation around! Goodness these two are a mess.

(One day I will find an OTP that doesn't involve the characters trying to kill each other occasionally but evidently that will not be AliKari!! XD)

Anyway this is a comedy event, so of course everyone finds a way to rules lawyer Karin's command and bring her back.

In the meantime we get more silly shenanigans, including a flip of the first half of the event. While Part 1 involved Karin turning the dream familiars into Alina copies so she could role play Alina saving everyone from a witch, in Part 2, there's a segment where the girls all try to tempt Karin back out by pretending to be having fun doing Halloween things alongside some Karin copies.

It doesn't work, though. The actual solution is to have Alina say she forgives Karin for annoying her.

Then Karin accidentally summons the event boss by sleeptalking another command, at which point everyone gets fed up and Hotaru suggests Alina duct tape Karin's mouth shut.

...I've seen Alina compared to Erika Furudo from Umineko before, so that little detail really made me laugh. I, Alina Gray, finally have duct tape!

Anyway, as cruel as that is, it actually allows everyone to escape, so uh. Useful stuff, duct tape.

Overall Thoughts?

The event really does keep up the "this is funny until you think about it more and then it's pretty dark" tone up until the very end.

I remember being quite down on the RikaRen Christmas event, since even though it did involve them solving a minor relationship problem between them, it felt like treading water rather than progressing character arcs. But Alina and Karin genuinely do have a lot of problems in their relationship that would need to be resolved for AliKari to even slightly work. So this kind of story feels a lot more justified and necessary.

Except that it actually ends with their relationship even more messed up than before?

Like, you know how in Alina and Karin's Magical Girl Stories, they both struggle on their own but when they're together, they manage to bring out the best in each other? Alina forcing Karin to be honest with herself and Karin reminding Alina that she's human?

This event is the opposite of that. It's a story about how Alina and Karin can also bring the absolute worst out of each other instead. Alina's stubbornness and disinterest in even the bare minimum of kindness drives Karin to increasingly wild measures and despair over changing her, and Karin's pushiness and inability to stop making things worse eventually backs Alina into a corner to the point that she starts trying to delete people again.

And by the end of the event, they still haven't learned anything.

Karin's conclusion has her getting inspired to write a "The Redemption of Alina Gray" manga, looking to Magical Kirin for inspiration. She just keeps digging her delusional hole deeper.

Meanwhile Alina hasn't actually changed for the better. One of the central questions the event explores is "Can you redeem a villain who doesn't want to be redeemed?" And the answer it ends on is... no, but you sure can break her will enough that she'll learn to lie convincingly to please you!

Hey, uh, you know how Alina could be pretty terrible, but at least she didn't really have the capacity to lie or fake her intentions? Great, now we've taught her to do that! What could possibly go wrong?

[titanheadcanons]

Fluffy modern au springles headcanons??

going on regular lunch dates! connie isn’t the best at cooking, but he wants to make sure they both eat properly and it’s like a scheduled thing. he’s looking forward to it all week, planning where to go.

once there, he’s pretty indecisive and doesn’t know what to order. he knows what his s/o would like though and makes tons of recommendations.

eventually, this turns into a habit of them ordering each other’s meal for each other. that way they get to try almost every meal on the menu which otherwise might have gone unnoticed!

i imagine him to be some sort of skater boi. at the very least it would be very fun to go skating with him! even if it’s just on roller blades.

in fact, imagine him to be totally clumsy at first and his s/o has to teach him, holding his hands as they guide him so he won’t trip every 10 seconds.

matching pyjamas and t-shirts. the “if lost return to” kind of shennanigans.

random headbutts. why? no clue. sometimes he just feels it necessary to BONK his head against theirs affectionally, and usually it goes wrong and the impact is harder than expected.

piggy back rides! each way.

he likes swinging their arms a little when they walk hand in hand. it brings him joy.

always the one borrowing jackets and/or scarves from them, bc he’s freezing. they told him it’s gonna be chilly outside but he irresponsibly said he could take it. maybe he lied on purpose to be engulfed in their scent.

pillow fights! he’s pretty good at them, but ususally his s/o wins anyway.

likes to kiss their cheek and when it’s too cheesy and overwhelmingly cute, he has to be an asshat about it and will stick his tongue out a little to lick their skin out of nowhere.

he sleeptalks. and it’s the most random, funny shit. his s/o once recorded him and he broke out in laughter upon watching/listening to the footage himself.

his revenge is to take pics of them when they are asleep, hair messy and drooling a bit. he originally planned to post it to his private story, but after looking at the picture for a solid minute, he decided to keep this treasure to himself. he did set it as his lockscreen, though. makes him smirk each time he sees it.

always has to throw up the peace sign in selfies.

[sezja]

Sleeptalker (part 1/?)

Part 2

Fandom: FFXIV Ship: Guydelot/Sanson (pre-relationship)

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Guydelot trudges to their room at the inn later than he intended to, and might have had one drink more than he meant, too, but who could blame him? This mission is off to a miserable start, and it only threatens to get worse - the least he can hope for is that perhaps the nagging little wretch has already gone to sleep. That way he might at least be spared a lecture.

He enters the room, relieved to find that the hinges don’t squeal and the floorboards don’t creak: for a place that surely doesn’t see many visitors, this little inn seems well maintained. Guydelot thanks his lucky stars… or perhaps just a bored innkeeper. There’s one lamp on, low, and it illuminates the small room with flickering shadows.

And sure enough, Sanson’s already asleep.

Guydelot allows himself a long, quiet sigh of relief. Lucky stars, indeed. Quietly, he slips into the room, closing the door behind him. It’s not a bad little room for a brief stay, though it’s a bit drafty and the windows rattle in the frigid Coerthan wind - it’s four walls and a roof, and he’s not particular. Not after hearing some of the tavern’s rougher natives complaining about conditions in the lower stories; no, after that, Guydelot’s more than content just to have a bed for the night. Even if that bed does have a perfect view of Sanson Smyth.

He strips off his boots and clothes in silence, then takes a seat on the edge of his bed, studying his sleeping companion.

So this is the Serpent Captain Jehantel mentioned, then. So far Guydelot’s not impressed: like most men in authority, this one’s up his own arse, with a big head full of ideas and no concern whatsoever about the people he’s got plans for. Out here hunting after a song, of all things. What’s a well-to-do lancer know about songs? Even now, sound asleep, he’s still clutching that damned book of his, cradled against his chest, one arm wrapped around it - and what’s he even been writing about, any road? They haven’t been on the road more than a day yet, but there he was the whole way to Ishgard: scribble scribble scribble, no time for conversation.

Not hard on the eyes, though, Guydelot admits, in the privacy of his own mind - even if the thought does make him frown. It’s true, though. In the flickering lantern light, the pompous prat looks peaceful, all his stiffness softened and faded. The bed was built to suit an elezen frame, and as a result, Sanson looks almost comically small, bundled up in blankets with his journal; Guydelot finds himself smiling at the sight in spite of himself. Why’s Sanson got to be such a miserable stiff-necked bastard, anyhow?

This could have been a halfway enjoyable little adventure: just Guydelot and the Warrior of Light, chasing a song through the legends of Coerthas. Instead…

“There’s gotta be more to you, right?” Softly spoken, the question hangs in the air between Guydelot and the sleeping soldier, not meant to be heard or answered. He leans forward, resting his chin in one hand. “Jehantel likes you well enough. Means he sees something-”

Sanson mutters, and Guydelot bites his tongue, hastening to look anywhere else - but no, Sanson’s not waking up, just talking in his sleep: quiet murmuring that goes on for a minute or more, incoherent and unintelligible.

By the gods, he doesn’t even shut up when he’s asleep, Guydelot muses in disgust, finally lying down in his own bed and rolling to face the wall. This whole mission is turning into a chore, and the sooner he can be done with it - and done with Sanson - the better.