#reverie thoughts

[reverieblondie]

Rev what do we think about the bachelors and drunken hookups? I’m thinking a lot about drunk fucking and awkward mornings after…

Thank you so much for sending this ask! I love getting these! I didn't write all the bachelors but I did write my top three (if you have one I didn't do that you want to know, just ask me) I hope you enjoy! Warning unedited and minors do not interact!

Rolan thoughts first, So we all know he has a that grumpy side...but when he tells you not to be greedy... that just confirms in my mind he is a flirtatious drunk. His prudish nature is out the window as he's gently running his hands over your thighs and whispering filth in your ear, he has so much he wants to show you, prove to you. By the time you two are stumbling into the room his tail is on your waist as his hands are eagerly stripping away his clothes. Rolan will try to keep his intensity as he's giving you sloppy kisses but your still hearing those whispered whimpers he just can't help from slipping. Passion and sweaty is the best way to summarize it as he rolls his hips deeper and deeper his face so close to yours as he pants and grunts for you telling you how long has wanted this, how much he's wanted you. And he will even slip telling you how he's thought about you all alone in his office fucking his fist to the thought of you. The next morning Rolan is groany and achy as he rises from his bead but before he can fully get up he turns to see you laying their wrapped in his sheets and his red tunic. Rolans first instinct is to wake you and ask you if you want coffee or tea, but before he can figure out the words in his mind and a plan your arm is wrapping around his waist with a sleepy morning from your lips and he just can't help but melt into the hold and cuddle you for the rest of the morning. Coffee can wait.

Gale is a complete sweetie as a drunk but he is definitely a rambler, Gale would be talking your ear off about any and everything as you just sit there listening to him with practical hearts in your eyes. Though I think Gale is going to need you to lead to tell him how you want him, and Gale who has been wanting this forever is more than eager to follow you with a giddy grin. Gale is passionate so he's going to take his time with you, once he gets you to his room his lips are on your neck as he slowly strips away your clothes. His hands gently running over your arms and down your stomach as he talks to you telling you all about how he admires you. Gale lays you down slow and kisses all over your body, and it is my personal HC that tipsy Gale wants to clench his thirst with your sweet cyprine. Gales tongue lazily licks your sex before wrapping his lips around you and hums, just to make you arch. Gale is about your pleasure drunk or not and his not stopping till you've cummed on his tongue at least twice. If you should happen to want more he is more than willing. The next morning Gale is up before you with water and medicine for any possible headaches. Gale is so sweet and kind to you as he carefully caresses you and sees if you two can make plans for the day. Such a romantic.

Zevlor even while drunk is still a complete caregiver type, though he does have more confidence to his gate as he swings down a drink and purrs out old stories from his past. Its a look that you both share that ultimately leads you going home together. As soon as your through the door your being picked up as your legs are wrapped around his waist as he guides you to the bed, though...your not making it to the bed. Zevlor has your hands wrapped around his neck his lips on your neck as he keeps thrusting into you as you stay pinned against the wall. Your too blissed out to think turning into a moaning mess and Zevlor has reverted to speaking infernal as he groans from the feel of you around him. Zevlor is going to give you everything he can and do it everywhere he can before you two are finally make it to the bed. While in bed Zevlor is all about your comfort as he holds you in his warm embrace from the rest of the night, his cock still buried with in. The next morning you wake up to the smell of eggs and bacon. The kitchen is an amazing sight of Zevlor shirtless over the stove as he hums while cooking, once you make your presence know he will be back to his usual shy smile and a sweet good morning. Please just go over and give him a kiss to help build up his confidence that it wasn't just a one night fling.

[christronomy]

channie was soooo surprised when he heard you talking dirty for the first time. he's usually the talkative one in bed, always the one who showers you with compliments, telling you how good you feel while he pounds into you. he can really get so into it, and he goes into detail, describing how tight you feel, sometimes he'll tell you how it looks when he fucks you by the mirror in your shared bathroom. "you're clamping down on me so fucking tight, baby... take it so well."

but he's so impressed when you start picking up on it, because he's never heard you say anything so filthy. if anything, you always got extremely flustered when he talked like that, and you had to cover your face with your hands cause of how red you got. you really caught him off gaurd one day in particular—he had you bent over the edge of the mattress, hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave a mark. he'd stuffed your underwear in your mouth to muffle your moans cause the boys were over, but you couldn't help the way your hands instinctively shot up to pull it away when he grabbed a fistful of your hair, gently tugging on it and pulling your head back enough to watch your fucked out expression. "fuck... you're so deep inside me, channie... so big..."

it caught him so off guard that he couldn't help but cum, a soft chuckle and a "fuck, baby..." leaving his lips as his palm covers your mouth to make you shut up, cause you definitely said that a little too loud, but it's not like he wasn't extra loud when he came anyways.

[reverie-quotes]

But a person's destiny is something you look back at after it's past, not something you see in advance.

— Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

[humanmorph]

i really like putting these 3 next to each other. there's a lot of cool throughlines / parallels / contrasts that are SO fun to think about... like their relationship to (doing) violence! expecially excited for wherever Cori is gonna end up by the end of this season. on one hand i love going 'yes!!! kill!!!' when she does something sick. on the other : ( oh no

(quote is from Marielda 10: Four Conversations. it's said to Sylvi's character that season, which is additionally neat :>)

[kacievvbbbb]

Seven Warlords of the Sea

*edit: because I like an idiot forgot Akainu didn't actually want the warlord program destroyed 😭

the real reason that Akainu *should have* voted for the destruction of the Warlord program is, besides them being filthy pirates, they were also just fucking embarrassing.

Like pathetically, how did we let this happen, embarrassing In the amount of time we have known them, between the 12 total Shichibukai;

4 of them got their asses beat by the same dude (1 of them before he even became a warlord)

2 of them went on to openly work for/ with said dude

1 of them literally fell in love with and actively sabotages efforts to apprehend this same dude

At two separate points they have actively tried to recruit (and succeeded once) the sons of two of their biggest ops.

Not to mention how 1 of them also got their ass beat by said dude's brother and then they would lose 3 more on the same day over the war for the life of said brother who was the same son they tried to recruit

2 of the Warlords would then go on to harbor/ mentor a member of this dude's crew and the dude himself! Arguably when he was the most wanted criminal alive. While the member that should have been the most robotically compliant protected the dude's pirate ship with his life.

They got played four different times on a world stage by 4 different members and 3 of said times all involved THIS SAME DUDE!

2 of the times involving the take over of a country that was then foiled by said dude while the marines did nothing.

They've had to imprison 2 of them and brainwash a 3rd

They've had to shop for replacements 7 whole times just in the span of 3 years

At no point have all seven members attended a meeting. Hell Hancock has attended not a one.

During the months before their disbandment there weren't even 7 of them! there were only 5

They are pretty sure 1 of them is fucking an emperor, 1 of them was working for an emperor, 1 of them might be (it is unconfirmed) the illegitimate son of a now dead emperor and another is protected by The actual fucking Dark King.

They literally had to fire Moria for being a fucking embarrassment

And one of them is a fucking clown

that would go on to recruit 2 other former warlords to create a guild that encourages the hunting of marines for sport and rise to the ranks of emperor.

Of course Akainu hates their fucking guts. They are quite literally the stupidest group of people he has ever had to work with in his life and they seem to bring out new levels of previously unreached stupidity in the marines! Just a cesspool of failure and incompetency trying to call itself a program.

95% of the reason Sengoku retired was to get away from these fucking idiots. He was drowing in the sea of paperwork Mihawk alone was causing not to mention the rest of their dumbasses and Akainu isn't about that life.

And that brings me to reason number 184 of why Akainu *should have* voted yes on disbanding the warlords

dealing with the fucking paper work storm and international incident that hit Sengoku's desk everytime Mihawk decided that needing to be fucked outweighed being subjected to an idiot. Nah Akainu needed them gone like yesterday.

[eveistdiepommes]

I’m thinking about my ROTN au again guys….

[moonangelx]

[reveluving]

I’m honestly stuck on the thought of Benny after winning his fights. I imagine him having non stop energy and a bit frisky. How do you think Benny is after a fight?? 🫠🫠

a/n: ARIA MY DEAREST, it’s been a while!! And BABY, you are absolutely right! Hope you’re not fazed by the thought of your sweaty husband embracing you, because that is exactly what you’re gonna get! 

warnings: implied smut, jealous! Benny + dirty talking (yeah, we nasty as usual)

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Listen, he’s gotta pour out all that leftover energy and adrenaline elsewhere, right? 

His ego is something else after winning a match, I’ll tell you that! Leading the cheers and slapping his chest a couple of times, his contagious energy only roused the crowd into excitement and pride, all while his opponent lay on the floor, dazed. 

Benny’s tired and aching, no doubt, chest rising and falling but oh, it was well worth the pain. Now that he doesn’t have to worry about winning or losing, you’ll be on his mind immediately. 

The second they announce him as the winner, he’ll walk out of the ring and through the crowd, only bothering to high-five just a couple of guys before grabbing you by the hips and doing the wedding dip, kissing you like the extra of a man he is. 

But you knew he was holding back. 

Nobody saw his eyes the way you do.

What seemed like a tooth-rotting display of affection in the eyes of the spectators was actually Benny silently telling you, no, reminding you that tonight, you were his to claim.

He still held you in his arms, now upright with one of his hands cradling the back of your head. The other only itched to roam everywhere on your body until he was bombarded by a handful of the spectators. You noticed him clenching his jaw, mustering up a tight smile as he shook their hands and brushed off their praises. Though, he wasn’t blind to the fact that they were the same ones who heckled him in their seats, cheering for his loss until Benny successfully falcon punched the shit out of their buddy, now out cold in the ring. He knew they were only making sure they weren’t his next victim for the overconfident comments they had made earlier. 

Maybe, just maybe he would’ve let them off the hook if it wasn’t for the way they looked at you. 

Just before the fight, they followed Benny’s gaze, finally noticing you amongst the crowd as he caught your flying kiss. So, not only did he take the chance to look at you every time he had the higher ground as if asking you ‘did you see what I did there?!’, but he also turned to the group, silently promising them the worst with the most gut-wrenching glare. 

He even ran his thumb across his neck before pointing at them, the crowd only laughed and let out an ‘ooh’ at their demise, knowing they had no way to defend themselves if Benny was planning to keep his promise. 

Just remembering it only had his patience run thin, and his grip tightened as he shook hands with the final guy. 

“Thanks, but I do need to steal away my wife right now. After all that hard work, I want nothing more than to grab some dinner and a night in with this pretty lady right here, y’know how it is, right?” 

They didn’t have to be told twice, not when he cracked his neck to prove a point. They moved out of his way, barely able to hide their disbelief when he turned to you with a lovesick expression, motioning to you the way to the changing room like a gentleman. You playfully smacked his chest as his touch only lingered in ways that were anything but innocent. That only encouraged him, though—the cheers of the spectators may be great, but your giggles were so much better.

To his relief, the changing room was empty, and as soon as he closed the door, he’ll wrap his arms around you before you could even head to his locker, squealing as he plant multiple kisses anywhere from your neck to your shoulders. 

“Thank you, angel.”

“For what?”

“For making sure your husband’s not a sore loser.” You snorted.

“Me watching you helped you punch the daylight out of your rival?”

“Absolutely,” He responded in a matter-of-fact manner before raising his brow at you, “You didn’t know?”

“Shut up,” You squirmed, hearing him reply to you with an exaggerated ‘never!’ before attacking your neck with playful nips and fluttering kisses.

The two of you calmed down, you soon realized just how heavy his breath became. 

He was quiet, too quiet. 

And when you suddenly notice the proximity as his warm breath tickles the nape of your neck, you realized you were just seeing things back when he kissed you right after the fight. He wouldn’t let you turn around though, not when his hands fell to your hips—calloused and borderline deadly, yet, the same pair of arms enveloped you in a protective embrace. He was so careful when it comes to you. 

“Sweetheart?” You turned your head just a little, your husband’s only response being a soft hum before planting a soft kiss on the spot where your neck and shoulder meet, feeling the strap of your shirt fall far enough to uncover your cleavage, “Benny, no, someone might come in!”

You felt him grin at your squeaks, “Nobody’s gonna come in.” Not his trainer, not some random fan, not the owner even. 

He'll make sure of it.

You heard the clock 'click', just as he promised.

He interlaced his fingers with yours, bringing them to his lips with his eyes full of love yet daring you to look away. Lovey-dovey Benny wasn’t anything new to you, obviously, though you’d sometimes forget just how extreme it can be. 

But whether he was in the mood for something sweet or spicy, the one thing that never changes is how touchy he is. 

“Can I take you here, angel?” He murmured against your burning skin, groaning as you arched your back and rubbed yourself against him, “Can I fuck my pretty lil’ wife while those boys out there can only listen just how good I make you feel?” 

He purred, already dreaming at the thought of seeing you lost in the pleasure, all of which only he could make you feel. You were no better, finally leaning into him and helping him drop the shirt you wore to the floor.

He thanked you with a rather rough bite on your neck, chuckling darkly as you let out a loud yelp, and that would only be the beginning of it all.

No one screams his name better than you, after all, not even a crowd of hundreds.

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Wanted to make this into a full-on sexc time but I got some issues this week, fret not, though, because someone asked for jealous!benny (+ many others hehe), so you already know ;)))) Hope you enjoyed this, love y'all as always and don't forget to leave some sugar!! <3

[poedays]

Cyril, Gage and Neo

Desmond, Law, and Axel

Dion, Casey, and Ellis

[smilinlemon]

I knew Kane and Dion were homies that kiss goodnight but I'm upset we had to find out like THAT and I'd like to formally invite Reverie Altair Audios to meet me behind a Denny's so we can fight IMMEDIATELY.

[tiffanyelectricity]

Behold, the most non-threatening mob to grace our screens... The Moo from Klonoa: Door to Phantomile

They usually just walk around without a thought in their head.

Hey look, this one seems like it just wants a hug!

[reverieblondie]

now all ive got in my head is fever pushed confessions. like either zev or rolan taking care of tav and tav is just honest saying whatever pops in their head . its mostly nonsense but out of the blue its just this shameless love confession, is decorated with every reason why they adore rolan/zev and a glassy eyed stare

oh, I have thoughts!

So lets start with Rolan, You are just giggling and letting the fever fully take you over as Rolan is trying his best to get your body temperature down. I imagine that Rolan is really good at dealing with sick people because as an older brother when his mom was at work and cal or lia were sick he was the one feeding them soup and giving medicine. He keeps trying to put the rag on you are your just asking him everything you can think of.

"Rolan, what's your favorite color?" "Uh...don't have one? Blue maybe?"

"Rolan, why do you wear your hair like that?" "Well, helps keep the hair out of my eyes." cut to you pulling out the tie and he just sighs and laughs as as your burying your hands in his soft hair.

"You have pretty hair..." "Thank you" "And a pretty face..." Rolan looks at you with a smirk, yeah your fever is bad, "Thank you. Let me get you so medicine."

As Rolan gets up that's when you reach out and grab his robe forcing him to turn back, "What? need something else?" You look at him with all sincerity, "You know I love you right?" Rolans first instinct is to chuckle it off but...your serious... "I- Tav..."

"And its not just because your pretty either... your hard working and kind and you do your best to take care of the people you care about... I even love when your being cocky and suave, then shy and nerdy...I just love every bit of you..." Rolan sits down and carefully cups your cheek, "When your fever breaks, tell all this to me again so I can tell you how much I love you, even when your pestering and playing hero, or even when your acting silly from a fever, I love every part of you. Deal?"

You eagerly nod and Rolan then goes to get your medicine. but as soon as he slips from the room he is leaning against the wall holding his chest, Y-You love him...and your going to confess again... he needs to heal you faster!

Okay now for Zevlor,

Zevlor is not so used to helping sick people but he's not completely lost either. Zevlor has given fed you, wrapped you in blankets and has given you medicine that should sooth your fever and let you rest. Its while he is rising from his chair next to your bed that your meek voice is calling for him, he is immediately at you side ready to run anywhere to get you anything you need.

"Zevlor...I am still so cold..." Zevlor frowns as he presses his hand to your head, "I know Tav I am sorry...but I am out of blankets I could find do you ha-"

"Will you lay with me...please?" Zevlor is frozen...he knows he shouldn't and he's trying to think of an accuse why he shouldn't but he just can't think of one...so he agrees and sides in. Your quick to wrap yourself around his warm body your shivering getting less as he holds you back, albeit timidly.

"Your..so warm.." You say into his chest, Zevlor is trying to to explode, it's not that he hasn't been in a persons bed...but this is you...and its been such a long time, he doesn't want to read into anything... "ha, yeah infernal blood makes me warmer than most, its terrible in the summer months."

This gets a chuckle as you hold him tighter, "I wouldn't mind cuddling you in the summer...I would want to be wrapped in your arms anytime you would let me..." Zevlor is praying you can't hear his racing heart, "I'm sure you would grow tired of something like that."

you laugh, "Why would I get tired being held by the man I love? I love you so much that no matter what i would always want to be in your arms..."

Zevlor holds you tighter, "Y-you love me?"

"Very much..."

Zevlor swallows the lump in his throat before he finds that old confidence he had in his younger years, "Tav, I love you." but all he hears in response is a soft snoring...

he chuckles and places a kiss to your head, vowing to himself to confess to you again when he finally asks you on a date...

Those are my thoughts!

[christronomy]

"ass up," he hisses, giving your ass a harsh spank and waiting for you to adjust yourself once again. you seem to be having trouble getting comfortable in the position he has you in, your knees failing you and causing you to fall against the mattress for the nth time, just as he's set the perfect pace. you're trying, but your body isn't cooperating—legs tingling, knees burning, your body is just completely numb on this intense pleasure he's giving you, numb on him. he knows that you're already too fucked out to even think straight, but he's not having any of this today, and you're making his patience wear thinner every single time. nonetheless, he finds it so endearing how pathetically you whine when he stops so suddenly, as if it's not your fault he has to keep doing so.

"i said, up," he scolds you through gritted teeth, smacking your plush, reddened skin a lot harder this time and eliciting a squeal of surprise from you. he roughly thrusts back into your aching hole, starting off at a quick pace, no buildup. he's way more than impatient at this point, borderline animalistic with his movements, and that's what you love so much about him—the way he gets so into it while fucking you. he can't help but just babble mindlessly, practically growling like a fucking animal cause you feel so good around his cock. you're his little fuck toy all for him and it just makes him go so so feral for you.

"tight lil fuckin' cunt" "god, you take my cock so well"

chan, minho, changbin

[reverie-quotes]

He held her with such penetrating gentleness.

— Anne Michaels, Held

[mr-laveau]

I finally have time to do some fan art for my sanity so have the beginnings of WIP for Des and Love from Reverie Audios because I miss listening to them

[beedoes-stuff]

cyril “I AM CALM” lauriet