#slight dependence on hug pillows

[icarusredwings]

What things smell like according to Logan Howlett/ The Wolverine. A series of smell based headcanons. Do with these whatever you want :)

People:

Ororo: burnt marshmellows, rain, chunky chocolate chip cookies, protien shakes, spansih rice, chillies, and cocoa butter. She always smells great.

Scott: cucumber shampoo, the remaints of a bonfire the next day, fresh dry cleaning, axe shower gel, lavender sheets

Jean: caramel latte, lavender sheets, vanilla spiced chai, books, mint ice cream, fruit smoothies, stinky hair product, lemon poppy seed muffins, sassafras

Hank: Books, sanatizer, various chemicals, a very specifc fur dander, kinda musky but in a 'im covered in fur and sweaty' kind of way.

Rouge: "Dolly Parton", brick and concrete dust, cherry blossoms body spray, freshly engraved wood, strawberries and milk conditioner, spicy gaucamole and freshly sizzled sausages.

Gambit: tv static, a fresh deck of cards at the casino, spicy jumbo, gin, lime jello, hair gel, "suprisingly good actually"

Kurt: brimstone, smoke from franckinsense, myrrh, a less smelling dander then hank, Holy chrism oil (olive oil and Balsam made by catholic priests), metal, and blue raspberry. Fur/ beard pomade sometimes for special ocassions.

Morph: even when changed he can smell is sandlewood shampoo, he smells like how "Jack Outta smell", latex, pine and cedar, clear nail polish, "that ugly quilt that your grandma kept on the back of her couch that was the warmest, softest thing you've ever slept with."

Charles: Old man fart, metal, chalk, shoe polish, nutmeg, wool, "a trusting hug", books, mahogany, expensive champagne.

Laura: "teen spirit", a shitty cheap "girl power" deodorant that doesn't do well hiding the sweat, apples and peaches, kinda woodsy.

Wade: Cancer, gun smoke, citrus dish soap, blood, oranges, taco sauce, infected skin once in awhile, red dye 40, slight over cooked and crispy apple pie, sugary cereal

Puppins: wet dog, dog dander, oatmeal senstive skin puppy shampoo, chicken, "the dirtest trash she can find to roll in on her walk"

Althea: Old lady, way too strong perfumes, butter biscuits, tea, peppermint candies, more cocaine, "baby powder", lanvender linens, cotton and daisy's Landry detergent.

Feelings/emotions:

Big/serious lies: smell like Gasoline and salty sand near the sea.

Small fibs/playful/ teasing lies: smell like Anise

Lies with decent intentions/are bent truths: smell like honey

Those two are easily mixed up.

Innocent (the person truly believes it. Ex. A child saying dinos are real) truth: smells like thick vanilla creamer.

Filling, whole truths (the person knows for a fact its a truth) smells: like fresh baked rolls/buns

Cancer smells vary like: urine, nail polish remover, some people have a pungent semi sweet smell like rotting fruit, and tar is another smell, depending on which part of the body. If already in late stages, one can smell like cadavers. Even spicy almost.

Pregnant people vary in scent but he can smell the rise of different hormones: Some hormones sweeter then other. If you asked him he would say cinnamon or dying roses. If you're later in your term the scents are more soft like lotion or custard. Lemon ussually.

Serotonin; cheese, lemon cakes, fruity, a bit light, and flakey like a pastry. Marshmellow fluff.

Dopamine; sweet fresh coffee, doritos(?), cocaine. Don't ask why he knows what cocaine smells like. He was alive during coke cocaine.

Endorphins; Sweaty Sex, mint, dark chocolate, violets, chemicals, varies by persons pheromones

Oxytocin; "playful cherries", freshly washed cotton pillows, the warmth of a bath, skin on skin hugs, strawberries

Joy/relaxation/relief: Jasmine, vanilla sugar cookies, fresh soup.

Anger/disapproval/hurt: smoke, the back end of a cigarette, spicy curry, iron, blood, "spoiled raw chicken left out too long"

Fear/excitment/anxiousness: Adrenaline smells like oil, paint, salty pretzels almost.

Tears: Oceans, lillies, fresh water lakes

[freyito]

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this ones super self-indulgent, simply cause im in a bit of a mood and i need comfort. so why not write little drabbles with my HUSBANDS!!!! sorry im still working on requests! my schedule is packed and thursdays are about the only days i get to myself, so im working on them, i swear!!!

for more context, there's a couple different ways people can be touch-starved and how people react. i know some people seek out touch actively, but im one of the people who has an aversion to it. that's why it's written like the reader doesn't quite enjoy it!

also, this was kind of inspired by Kocham Wolność by Chłopcy z Placu Broni

cw: male reader, just fluff really, bonus, proofread

-Johnny Cage

Johnny's flashy, touchy, and over-the-top. Of course he is, he has to be. With his status, he wants everyone to know exactly who you are and show you off. You're all his, and only his, and he needs every single one of his fans to know.

So when you shy away from his touch, dodge away from his hand, or even keep your distance the very first time, his heart shatters. He doesn't quite know how to handle it. But he doesn't go with the same approach. He doesn't give up, either.

He's a sucker for physical touch, and if he's denied it, he doesn't know what to do with his hands. He quite literally looks down at them and wonders what he can do.

His first thought is that you dislike him, actually. That you hate him. He has a deep-seated fear of rejection, and for his beloved to turn away from his warmth and love, it stings. He overthinks, and he reacts as such.

Johnny is a 50/50 with being logical. It depends where he is and what environment he is in. However, with love, where he is completely and utterly vulnerable, giving his all to his boyfriend, logic does not take place with his emotions. He does not think that you do not seek the touch he seeks, he craves.

But, before he can let that vile, horrid, agonizing feeling in the back of his throat take hold, there's slight reassurance. A soft gaze that mends his broken heart, if only for a moment. That's when he finally rationalizes.

You don't even need to tell him at that point, he silently understands. Besides, he has other ways he can show his love for you. Spoils you rotten, tells you all he loves about you. See, he can find ways to make up for the lack of physical touch!

Johnny makes sure to ask you before any physical encounter. He asks to hold your hand, asks to hug you, asks to hold you, asks everything. And each time you say yes, he has the biggest grin on his face.

One night, while you two were sitting on the hood of Johnny's car by some cliff,- like those stupid romantic scenes in movies- you lean over to Johnny and rest your head on his shoulder. Your arms are touching, his shoulder provides a comfortable pillow. You feel safe. Gazing at the very few stars scattered in the sky, the night sky's beauty stolen by the city below (and by you, Johnny says). Johnny's beaming. He's trying so hard not to show it, he's trying to act cool. But he can't. He's almost vibrating because of the butterflies in his stomach. He's proud of you, he's in love with you, and god, he's so happy. He leans his head on yours, and whisper all sorts of sweet things, 'I love you', 'You mean so much to me', 'You're the most beautiful man I know', and 'Thank you'.

-Kenshi Takahashi

Since Kenshi focuses on touch mainly in the relationship, he has to re-evaluate how he goes about this without touch. He doesn't start off with it, like Johnny does. But he slowly builds up to it. And when he tries to place a hand on your shoulder, feeling you completely dodge him almost feels humbling.

He's at a loss. But unlike Johnny, his first thought is the right one. Perhaps you aren't ready, you aren't comfortable. And that's okay. He's going to think of different ways to seek out your affection, even though physical touch is the only way he really understands love.

But, he also understands. He knows what it's like to dislike touch, after years of hollow touch and forced affection. And he understands if you just don't trust him enough, he's empathetic.

He'll wait for you, however long it takes. He isn't afraid to admit it's a bit disheartening, but he understands and he loves you and he will always wait for you. He still cherishes your time together, and it isn't spoiled one bit. Besides, he can tell you just how much he adores you. He doesn't have to rely on touch every time.

Like Johnny, he will always ask. But he does prefer that you make the first move, at that point. Any little touch, he also cherishes. Even if it's your hand accidentally brushing against his while walking. You always catch a small smile from him when that happens.

He's happy as is, really. The lack of physical touch doesn't take away anything from the relationship or from you. Simply basking in your presence is enough for you. He adores you, and he knows you're his as much as he's yours. That understanding is really the only thing he craves in the relationship.

He relishes in every little touch you give him, however. Simply holding hands is the most intimate thing to him. He isn't big on PDA, but he loves holding your hand anywhere in public. Even if Sento offers slight guidance to him, he loves knowing you're there to guide him.

The night you finally initiated contact, he fell deeper in love with you. It was quiet, alone, still. In your room, you lay next to him, simply enjoying the pleasures of the mundane. You reach for his hand, and gently trace the ink on his hands. He's calm, collected, but inside burns a fire so bright, that you can feel his body temperature rise. He slowly turns his hand, opening his palm to you. For a moment, your fingers linger, tracing the creases in his hand, before finally intertwining your fingers with his. He turns his head to you, a soft and inviting small on his face. He breaks the silence, whispering an 'I love you, so much', before the silence lay over you two once more.

-Bonus! Johnny Cage AND Kenshi Takahashi

They both agree not to smother you and take their time with you and your comfort. Since most dates and activities will always center around all three of you, they're specifically gentle with you, and are rather hands off with both you and each other (as hard as that is for them).

Just because they are comfortable with each other and each other's touch, doesn't mean they are going to flaunt it. Kenshi believes the ideal is to slowly incorporate you into events. To suffocate you with the idea of touch is too much.

And they do just that. Johnny follows Kenshi's lead, really. Neither of them can live without your touch, and the idea of turning you away is a mutual fear.

When you found yourself between Kenshi and Johnny, simply "watching" a movie from Johnny Dearest, you ended up placing your head in Kenshi's lap, and your legs in Johnny's. You were tired, that was all. Just so happens you had the most comfortable men to lay on. Johnny gave Kenshi the most bewildered look, before realizing the man was still blind. But regardless, Kenshi almost shared the sentiment. However, Kenshi didn't waste his chance. He places his hand on your head, scratching at your scalp. While Johnny just revels in the fact that you've finally warmed up to them.

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[kinokappe]

࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙ ⪩⪨ ࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜ ࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚

My Sweet Girl

Pairing: Bi Han x Fem! Reader

Warnings: p in v sex, unprotected sex, masturbation, joint masturbation, belly bulge, he loves ur tits, slight mention of belly bulge, squirting, cream pie, slight mention of breeding, fingering

A/n: EXAMS HAVE BEEN KICKING MY ASS BUT ARE FINALLY OVER!! finally finished this after weeks in my drafts, and asks are open for requests if anyone wants to submit ideas‼️

⚠️ NSFW UNDER THE CUT MDNI⚠️

Bi Han wasn't used to showing his emotions, he never grew up being able to express himself, so it led to a couple of adjustments and a need for communication when you both started dating. You were proud of him, he was mature and he took the time to understand you, to know everything about you before he decided to be serious about your relationship, slowly opening up to you as the years went by.

He showed his affection in small ways, often through acts of service and quality time, he'd even buy you little trinkets from his missions, ones he thought you'd like. This time it was no different. Before he set out for his mission, he went to you, kissing your forehead and wrapping his arms around your waist. He held you close, resting his head on your shoulder and breathing in your scent to ground himself. He hadn't noticed it, but he was getting increasingly attached and dependent on you emotionally.

"I'll be gone for a few weeks... Take care of yourself while I'm gone, my love..." He whispered to you, lifting his head up from your shoulder and looking into your eyes with so much affection, yet a hint of sadness knowing he'd have to be away from you.

"I will... Just focus on your mission and you'll be back before you know it" You gave him a reassuring smile, kissing him softly before he left with the Lin Kuei. It was always sad and lonely the first couple of days, but you grew used to it. After all, he always came home to you.

It had been two weeks since Bi Han's departure. It had started snowing heavily, and all you hoped for was his safety outside of the temple. It was a cold night, the snow was falling quite heavily and you had just stepped out of the shower, dressed in your nightgown as you prepared for bed.

When you laid down, you breathed a deep sigh, frowning when you felt the empty bed beside you. You missed him, missed his presence... His touch, his warmth, all the soft kisses he gave you before bed.. you just missed him.

Your mind would drift off to the ways he hugged you, his muscular arms flexing whenever he tightened his grip on your waist, as if he was scared you'd dissolve if he let you go. You could imagine his warm breath on your skin, his fingers interlocked with yours as you cuddled.

You missed the way his hair fell over his shoulders, his soft smiles, soft touches... The way his palms roamed over your skin as praise spilled from his lips, treating you like a goddess while he kissed you. His lips would always find its way to yours, his fingers somehow always buried deep in your needy pussy and reaching the places you never could.

You could feel your body start to heat up, feeling a bit embarrassed at thinking of such lewed thoughts, but you couldn't help it... You pressed your legs together, bending your knees up and causing the hem of the nightgown to hike up your thighs.

"Damn it..." You cursed under your breath, just letting your head fall back against the pillow as you allowed yourself to satisfy the heat and pressure building up between your legs. You let your hands go lower, spreading your thighs apart to let your fingers dip under your underwear, already sticky and wet just from thinking of your lover.

You closed your eyes, imagining it were his fingers pleasuring you instead. You could hear the wet squelching sounds your poor, wet pussy made as you played with yourself, rubbing your needy clit in controlled circles all the while your other hand pinched at your nipples and pawed at the thin, silk fabric of your nightgown.

The sight was absolutely erotic. You mewled in pleasure, moaning his name over and over almost like a prayer while your body moved desperately to ease the heat and desperation you felt. Your back arched, feeling your orgasm creep up on you. It had been a while since you last touched yourself like this, utterly desperate and needy just from the thought of Bi Han.

You plunged your fingers deeper, feeling a mix of relief and frustration, you could never touch yourself like he did, never reach the parts his thick fingers could. You rubbed your thumb on your wet, puffy clit faster, much harder than before and feeling yourself so close to the edge—

"My love...?" A deep, almost too familiar voice rang through the room just as you were about to reach your first orgasm. You looked up, seeing his eyes were fixated on you, a large bulge already forming in his pants as he quietly locked the door. But you couldn't stop, not when you were so close to finishing.

Amidst your pleasure-addled mind, you didn't notice the door creak open, his careful movements falling on deaf ears while you thrusted your fingers into the warm walls of your cunt. while he watched you, his mouth watered at the sight of your delicious body splayed out on the bed, legs spread and back arched. He could already feel himself getting hard in his pants, the sight of your fucked-out expression and the sound of your moans making him feel hot.

"Bi Han.. please~" You whimpered, looking up at him with half-lidded, needy eyes as you kept up the pace, thrusting your fingers into your tight hole while he kept his eyes on you. He smirked, coming to the edge of the bed and placing his hands on your stomach, roaming over your nightgown and sliding the fabric up to reveal your sweet pussy, pink and warm, so perfect and wet for him.

"Don't stop, princess... Come for me.. let me see how you touch yourself" he growled under his breath, placing a hand on your knee to spread your legs further. His mouth was already watering, eager to taste your arousal on his tongue and fuck you open on his mouth, but he held himself back, wanting to give you the satisfaction of coming by yourself.

He bit his lip, unzipping his pants and keeping his eyes on you, loving the pinched look on your face from how good you were fucking yourself. He slid his pants down along with his boxers, pulling his hardening cock out as he kept his eyes on your fingers.

"That's it baby... Keep touching yourself, just like that..." He would whisper, stroking his dick to the rhythm of your fingers. He loved seeing you this needy, and as much as he wanted to rip your fingers out of your pussy to replace it with his own, have you crying on it from the stretch, he absolutely went crazy seeing you in this vulnerable position, stuffing yourself full of your delicate fingers. Yet a smug smirk pulled at his lips knowing he could make you cum just as fast.

"I think I'm gonna come~" you moaned, looking at him with need and desperation in your eyes. You could feel your stomach tightening, the gummy walls of your cunt hugging your fingers as you continued to curl them up and take them out, only to plunge them back in deeper. His breath grew heavy as he continued to pump his own cock, globs of precum creaming on his tip as he kept going.

"Fuckk..." He cursed, feeling his own orgasm approach as he pumped his dick, rubbing his sensitive tip on your panties, staining it with his arousal. "Come for me, let it all out princess" he growled between strangled groans, losing his remaining composure. He wanted to hear her scream, wanted to see her come undone underneath him.

With one final thrust, you could feel your stomach tighten and the coil in your abdomen snap. Your breath caught in your throat as you desperately rubbed your puffy clit, hips and legs shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. You could feel your juices overflow, your panties soaked and sticky as you pulled out of yourself, still whimpering as your pussy tingled.

Bi han was a mess above you, white spurts of cum squirting out of his slit while his thighs shook, ruining your thighs with the traces of his orgasm. He was absolutely ruined by the sight of you reaching your climax. "That was so hot, princess..." He whispered, panting heavily as he took your hand, gently lifting it to his mouth and licking your fingers with evident desperation, moaning around your slender digits as he tasted the sweetness of your pussy, dick twitching as he licked your fingers clean.

"Bi Han no, stop..." You whisper, trying to get your fingers out of his mouth, but he merely smirks, giving your palm a soft kiss. "You just taste so good..." He teased, leaning in to kiss your neck, nibbling lightly on your skin to leave his own marks.

His hands slowly smoothed over the skin of your thighs, tracing up the contours of your body and bringing your nightgown up with his movements, making you shudder as the cold air hit your skin. "I just missed you... I was thinking of you..." You whispered, closing your eyes and focusing on his touch.

"You're driving me crazy, my love... I'm sorry for leaving you pent up these past few days... Let me make it up to you, let me take care of you..." He whispered against your neck, finally able to take your nightgown off and throwing it over your head with ease. He stared down at you for a moment, eyes fixed on your perfect breasts. They were so round and full he couldn't help squeezing them, thumbs rolling over your sensitive nipples as he kissed and tongued at your soft flesh, his hips absentmindedly rutting against your panties while the tip of his (already) hard dick caught on your clit.

"Hah- ah~ my love... Please~" you breathed out, your hands finding purchase on the bedsheets as he continued his assault on your chest, tongue swirling and sucking on your nipple while his free hand teased the other, giving your breasts his full attention. "Use your words, baby... Tell me to fuck this pretty cunt, tell me you want me..." He whispered, his warm breath fanning over your skin and sending shivers up your spine.

You bit your lip, cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. You felt your pussy throb, pulling him closer by the neck to whisper in his ear. "I want you so badly, my love. Please fuck me, fuck this needy cunt... I can't wait anymore~" normally, he would tease you. He would make you beg until you were on the verge of tears. But this time? How could he deny his pretty girl when she asked him so politely?

Your words went straight to his dick, making the blood rush to his tip the moment your breath hit his skin. "Anything for you, princess..." He groaned, and in less than a second, you could hear the fabric of your panties getting ripped apart, his muscular arm flexing when he threw it somewhere on the floor, uncaring on where it landed.

Your eyes widened slightly, feeling his palms trace the smooth skin of your plush thighs, spreading them apart as he licked his lips, the sight of your puffy clit, pink and wet, was already driving him up a wall. "Don't need to prepare you, huh?" His voice laced with a hint of amusement. He grabbed the base of his cock, aligning it with your pussy and sliding through your folds, catching on your clit everytime.

"Gonna have to stretch you out a bit, alright princess? But I know my pretty girl will feel good..." He smirked, guiding your legs to rest upon his shoulders. "You ready, love?" His voice was sweet, rolling off the tip of his tongue like butter as he pressed a soft kiss to your calf. You nod, "I'm ready..." Is all you can manage to say, feeling your heart pound in your chest to the point you could almost hear it.

"That's my girl..." He gave you a reassuring smile, finally pressing his tip inside your tight hole, making sure you felt every single inch, felt the stretch from his monstrous cock as it went deeper, the gummy walls of your cunt hugging him, molding to the shape of him.

He placed a hand on your stomach, biting his lip to stifle a groan when he saw the bulge on your tummy, knowing it was his dick inside you, knowing he was about to ruin you. His thrusts started off slow, easing you into it, "fuckk- do you feel that, baby?" He growled, pressing on your stomach and absolutely losing it, "do you- ngh~ feel how deep I am?"

He chuckled darkly when he saw how you struggled to even speak, your words incoherent when he kept kissing your cervix. He was driving you crazy, torturing you at the speed he was going, but you knew it was out of love, he was never one to rush despite his own desires, always prioritizing your comfort and pleasure before his own

You grabbed his arm, squeezing around his bicep to get his attention, "Hah- harder, please my love~" you begged as you looked into his eyes, and there it was. The reaction was almost instant, his hips stilling for a moment as he pressed his much larger body on top of yours, effectively putting you in a mating press with your knees so close to your chest.

Without warning, he gave you no more time to adjust as he bullied his painfully hard dick into your pussy, his slit already creamy and swollen as he slammed into you, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. His hands rested on the underside of your thighs while his fingers dug into your supple flesh with each brutal thrust of his hips.

"I'm gonna ruin this pretty pussy, baby... I want you to scream my name, can you do that for me?" His eyes were fixed on you, on your body, mouth watering at the sight of your tits bouncing every time he slammed into you, and he couldn't get enough of it. When he saw you nod, it only fueled his fire, making his hips go impossibly faster, "that's my good girl..." He praised, trailing kisses all over your legs.

A white, creamy ring already formed on the base of his cock, but he loved it. Each drag of his fat dick had you whining, the stretch already feeling so good with each vein prominent and thick. Every time he pulled out, his cock was already covered and sticky with your cream, sliding down his length until it dripped on the side of his thigh. "You sound angelic, my love. Keep fucking screaming, let the world know who this creamy pussy belongs to, hm?" His words alone made your cunt clamp around him, sending you over the edge hard.

A dark chuckled came from deep in his chest, his thumb finding it's way to your clit, circling it in controlled motions to help you ride your high. "You came already, pretty girl?" He teased, but his hips never stopped. You tried to protest, your legs shaking around his shoulders, but he didn't fucking care.

He ripped orgasm after orgasm out of your sorry pussy, filling you up to the brim multiple times but he never stopped. There was a possessive glint in his eyes and he knew he wanted nothing more than to stuff his pretty girl's pussy with his cum, milking her until she was shaking and sore. He pushed your legs further, going even deeper, even faster until you was screaming in pleasure.

"Bi Han, please~ it's too much!" You cried out, your nails digging into the bedsheets as you felt your stomach tighten, the coil in your abdomen threatening to burst, but it felt different this time... It felt so different.

"Just a bit more, princess... You can take it" he moaned, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he desperately humped into you like a dog in heat, his own release fast approaching.

You placed your hands on his chest, trying to push him off as your legs began to shake, each thrust causing impossibly wet sounds to echo between the two of you. "N-no! I think I'm gonna pee!" You whimpered, trying desperately to squirm away from him.

When he heard those words, it's like a fire was ignited within him, his thrusts hitting you deeper and harder, angling his hips specifically to hit your sweet spot. "No, you're not gonna pee..." He smirked against your neck. He let a thick drop of saliva fall to his fingers, trailing his hand down to rub your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Fuckk~!" You cursed, bucking your hips up to meet his fingers as the feeling in your stomach grew more intense, like you were about to burst. "Baby no, it feels different!" You cried, your back arching so deliciously off the bed.

"Let it happen, let it all go, my love... Let it all out for me" he kissed your neck like a man starved, fucking into you faster, desperate for you to reach your release. His dick and fingers worked wonders on your pussy, and with one final thrust, you were absolutely ruined.

He quickly pulled out of you and your eyes shut tight, rolling back in pleasure as white flashed before your eyes. His fingers rubbed and pressed on your clit, the wet sounds so obscene while you squirted all over this beautiful man, your legs shaking and trembling. He inserted two fingers into you, fingering you into oblivion and letting more of your juices flow, loving the way you screamed and cried his name.

After a moment, he thrusted his dick back into your sopping wet pussy, finally cumming inside you. Thick, white ropes of his cum painting your sensitive walls, his breathing heavy and labored as the two of you finally finished, exhausted beyond words.

He kissed your neck, slowly letting your legs fall from his shoulders. "That was so hot, my love... you're amazing, so perfect" he praised, still keeping his cock deep inside you, not wanting to pull out just yet.

You were panting heavily, closing your eyes and leaning into his touch, "you're amazing too... Made me feel so good" she chuckled weakly, brushing a few stray strands of hair out of his face.

"I love you so much... You mean the world to me, and making you feel this good," he kissed your forehead, his thumb slowly stroking your cheek tenderly, "is such a blessing..." Your heart fluttered at his words and you couldn't help wrapping him up in your arms, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck as he felt comfortable enough to rest his weight on you. " Love you so much too... I love every moment with you, and I'm so happy that you're finally home" you reply with a tired smile on your face, feeling sleep slowly creep up in your tired body.

The next few moments were soft and comfortable. He spoiled you with kisses, his hands massaging your legs and thighs, making sure you felt alright. He pulled out a while later, smirking down at the sight of your stuffed pussy leaking, the white cream of his climax sliding down your pussy lips and ass.

He took care of you, taking a warm cloth and cleaning you up, especially between your legs as he brushed your hair. That night was spent with both of you in each other's arms, warm and comfortable. It was worth it waiting for his return, and you felt so loved to be held in his arms <33

[sweetsugarcakes]

Could we please get general relationship headcanons for Erza, Juvia, and Mirajane? Thank you!

of course💟

General relationship headcanons

Erza, Juvia and Mirajane

Erza Scarlet

⚔️ she’s such a silly girl who loves strawberry cake.

⚔️she even loves you more than strawberry cake and she says it

⚔️if you ever got captured by anyone…consider them dead. She’ll not let anyone hurt or even touch you.

⚔️she definitely carries you bridal style sometimes

⚔️ you two definitely have matching strawberry chains

⚔️when you compliment her, her cheeks warm up turning the color of her hair and the team teases her for it. Depending on who done it they’ll get beaten by her

⚔️she absolutely lets you get away with anything. For example if you were bickering with someone she wouldn’t stop it instead she’ll be on your side even if you’re wrong.

⚔️Gray and Natsu complain that you get special treatment from Erza whenever they get beaten up for what you did not too long ago.

⚔️as much as she’s tough on the outside she a soft girl inside. You make her flustered every time you say or do something.

⚔️in public she ruffles your hair everytime she’s sees you and occasionally kisses your forehead

Juvia Lockser

💧this woman is OBSESSED with you

💧she watches your every move. Literally stalking you, in a good way of course. She just cares about you and make sure your ok.

💧she’s 100% the jealous type. Anyone you talk to just a slight hint of if she thinks you or the person is flirting she’ll cling to your arm trying to hold herself back from drowning whoever you were talking too

💧you have picnics by the river with her when having a date. She loves cooking for you and she sometimes gives you gifts that she made herself.

💧she for sure kisses you in front of Lucy thinking she’s making her jealous like “See Lucy! My love [Name] loves me and not you” Lucy looked unbothered and looks at you where you just shrug because you don’t know either.

💧she does everything in her will power to make you happy not matter what it is.

💧if she sees you got hurt on a mission and you didn’t take care of the ones who hurt you. You’re definitely seeing them missing the next day.

💧people would often ask you why you like Juvia back. You tell them how pretty, cute and nice she is meanwhile they see her watching you behind a pillar thinking she’s creepy.

💧when you come back from a mission even if it was for two days she’ll rush into your arms hugging you, making you fall back hitting your behind on the ground as she keeps saying how much she misses you and couldn’t bear being without you

💧this girl is so possessive of you and loves you so much so protect her

Mirajane Strauss

💟she’s such a cutie when your in a relationship with her

💟most of the time she plans the dates. The dates would be over the top what no one but her would think of

💟she’s the girlfriend if she’s mad at you she only has to give a certain look and you know when to shut up or your in trouble

💟everytime coming back from a mission she’ll always have something to drink for you and kisses your cheek multiple times to where she kisses your whole face

💟her sister Lisanna loves you but with Elfman he’s a bit protective of her so dont upset mirajane in front of him

💟she LOVES to cuddle with you. She’ll invite you to her apartment and she had all blankets and pillows set up for the two of you

💟she does buy you gifts like every day. If she sees something that she thinks of you she’ll buy it. Literally would spend her whole allowance on you.

💟if your hurt she’ll treat your wounds with her medicine and her kisses of course.

💟she definitely gossips with you about who would most likely be in relationship and just drama at the guild in general.

💟she loves you so much and cherishes you always and makes that known that your hers in the guild.

[f1-disaster-bi]

more dando <3 Long distance relationship; receiving a good morning text every morning, until one day you don't. You are worried, but then there is a knock at your door.

Lando kept looking at his phone.

Normally, he could ignore the thing pretty well. All that was on there these days were friends and family checking if he was okay or haters tearing him apart and sending him death threats. It got easy to ignore his phone when he dreaded opening it but today he couldn't stop looking at it.

Today was the first day since Daniel had returned to Perth that Lando hadn't gotten a good morning text or a selfie from the other.

Ever since Daniel had lost his seat, he had made sure to text Lando every morning. They called every day or every other day, depending on Lando’s schedule. They were always texting or talking or leaving messages for the other. Just yesterday Daniel had left him a five minute voice note that was just him singing some song Lando hadn't heard of which was why it was so strange to see no text popping up on his phone. Lando tried not to fixate on it as he went about his morning routine. He turned on music and drowned his thoughts with a long, hot shower after his work out and tried not to be disappointed at the lack of messages. He got dressed, fixed his hair and still no messages. By the time he reached the kitchen and started the kettle to make some tea, Lando was pouting a little. He couldn't even deny it because he could see his reflection in the oven door. He could see the pout on his lips. "Maybe I should call...", Lando mumured to himself, anxiety building because what if something was wrong? Before he could ruminate on those thoughts, the buzzer for his door sounded and Lando was wiping the pout from his lips. A slight frown replaced it because he wasn't expecting anyone today. He almost didn't open the door but after he did, Lando couldn't stop himself from throwing himself at the person on the other side. "I missed you too, baby", Daniel laughed, instantly wrapping Lando in his arms and lifting him off the ground in a bear hug. "What are you-? How did you-?", Lando babbled for a moment before pulling back to smile at Daniel, "Hi" "Hi baby", Daniel smiled back, kissing Lando's cheek softly, "Going to let me in? It was a long flight. I was thinking we could take a cheeky nap" Lando didn't let him say another word. He just wormed out of his arms and grabbed Daniel's hand. Daniel didn't protest. He just let himself and his bags be dragged in the door and once it was closed, into Lando's room. He didn't even protest being pushed on the bed or being used as a human pillow. Not when they could finally curl up together like they'd been wishing for, for weeks.

[honeyblonde8929]

Our Home - Ellie X Reader Fanfiction.

TW - mentions of blood, bruises, wounds, swearing, slight NSFW

• You were injured during a patrol walk and Ellie tends to your abrasions. While talking, things get a little… heated.

*

“Fuck! Is she okay?”

Joel bought you to Ellie’s house by horseback. Your head was on Shimmers hips, it was making your head sway uncomfortably. The nauseous headache that was creeping through your forehead made you want to throw up. Though, it would be a bit embarrassing if you did that in front of your favourite people. Ellie rushed to you, clomping her boots into the thick snow. She was breathing rapidly, you could see the clouds of frost exhaling her lips. She was cradling your head when Shimmer stopped at the porch.

“Yeah.” Joel sighed, turning his head to you.“She’s just a bit banged up that’s all.”

Ellie swallowed a lump in her throat. Slightly rubbing her hands together in an anxious jitter. You could feel the vibrations tickling the back of your scruffed-up hair.

“…Infected?”

Joel got off Shimmer and you felt Ellie’s biceps poke into your ribs as she carried you through to her house.

Joel cleared his throat. “Not that I know of.”

“Okay. I’ll check her through.”

Ellie sat you down onto her sofa and propped a pillow under your knees. She stroked the back of your hand, noticing the cuts on your fingers. You enjoyed the way she was in charge and taking care of you, even though this wasn’t the best of moments.

“Thanks, Joel.” Ellie spoke, her voice cracking a little.

Ellie went up to Joel and gave him a small hug, they may not have been on the greatest of terms, but she wanted to still have a relationship with him. He held onto that hug like his life depended on it. He gently kissed the top of her hair, exchanged a few words and left. Ellie appreciated how hard he wanted it to work, to fix things. You should always be grateful for who you have. You don’t know how much time you have with them.

Ellie directed her attention to you. Thoughts circling her head, begging that you weren’t infected. It would break her.

“E-Ellie?”

“Shhhh. I’m here, alright? I said I would be, right?”

You chuckled slightly, blush tinging your cheeks, making your dimples poke through ever so slightly. Your head was in a blurry haze, a foggy mist, but having Ellie comforting you demolished the darkness and shone a beautiful light in between.

Ellie helped by taking your clothes off and heated some warm water in a bowl to soak your swollen feet, blisters cascaded across your heels. You’ve never exposed yourself to Ellie before, but you only trusted her with tending to your body.

“This’ll sting a bit okay? I just need to clean your cuts.”

She started by patting softly on the gashes running down your arm and upper chest. It hurt like hell, but you knew that this would quickly pass. Whinging from the stabbing pain, she went back to stroking your hand in reassurance. It sent warm tingles over your thighs, sending goosebumps from the chill. It made your lip quiver, you had to keep as quiet as possible to not freak her out.

“This is a bitch.” You locked your jaw to contain the agony. She was stitching your forearm with a thread and needle, you couldn’t tell which one was worse. Well, at least the bleeding has subsided now.

“You’re doing really well.”

Ellie looked into your eyes, examining them.

“I hope so!”

You tried to laugh but your ribs said otherwise, your lungs felt very weak, breathing in and out quickly to get oxygen in them.

“I said for you to shush.”

She whispered, Jesus that sent a hot flush over your body. She finished stitching your arm, thank fuck that’s over. And then she took your jacket and shirt off, luckily you were wearing a bra today, that would be a bit embarrassing.

There was a sharp exhale from Ellie, reverting her eyes away from staring at your black laced bra, you could feel the heaviness of the air around you both. It wasn’t uneasy, just… natural.

“Right, I can’t see any marks on your front. Can you turn over for me?”

You nodded, more than compliant to her orders. She supported your shoulders as you laid on your chest, feeling your stomach go up and down onto her springy sofa.

Ellie placed her hands on your spine, following her fingers, going downwards slowly. It was an unexplainable feeling, having her hands glide, cleaning your wounds and pressing into your bruises. Despite the soreness, her rough veiny hands brung you feelings you never felt for her. You shouldn’t be getting turned on from your friend gliding her fingers near your hips, but you savoured this moment, indulged in it.

“Thank God. Phew. No infections.”

You curled your toes in relief, you had some close calls on your patrol today, but made it through successfully by a thread. Your neck relaxed a little more onto the pillow and you rolled your strained writs, releasing clicks from the tension.

“Well, this calls for a celebration, El!”

She scoffed in amusement back to your response.

“Sorry, missy, I don’t have any Champange on me. I think that’s what it’s called.”

“No! I just-“

You sat up too fast and clutched into the grazes on your stomach. Ellie crunched her eyebrows together, giving a concerned look.

“Hey! None of this getting up. Stay put.”

She got up for you, what a gentlelady.

“Do you want a cup of coffee? I only keep it here for Joel-“

You butted in unexpectedly.

“Because you think it tastes like shit? Ha, Dina thinks so as well doesn’t she?”

Ellie snicked at you, holding the kettle in her hand.

“Stop it, you know i’m right. Now, you want some or not?”

You stared again into her eyes, they get you every time, sending butterflies fluttering in your lower stomach and making your heart twist and turn in God knows how many positions.

“I’ll annoy you and say… yes.”

Ellie’s teeth poked out, smiling wildly and shaking her head at the same time. She was cautious to say anything back and let it slide.

The brew warmed your fingertips while your thumb pulsated from the affection you received from her. She didn’t even bother to put a hoodie on, she still had her white bra on, not that you were complaining.

You sipped your coffee, it soothed your dry throat. You started up the conversation this time.

“So, are Jesse and Dina back together again? I haven’t caught up with them in a while.”

“Yes… I think? Jesse keeps telling me what a shitshow their relationship is.”

She sat by you, inches away from the back of your arms coming into contact. She continued her sentence.

“Dina doesn’t know what she wants, she just needs to figure things out, as always. But I couldn’t deal with the pressure of being on and off in a relationship. I’d rather stick together than take breaks all the time. Joel has taught me that if a person is worth it, you’ll see that you’re more compatible than you realise.”

Ellie fiddles with her hands, getting rid of the dirt under her fingernails.

“I realise that too.”

Your eyes, for the third time, locked in synchronised timing. It felt like you found the last piece to a complicated puzzle, you complimented each other, and now was the perfect time to become lost in it all.

“Hey…. I, um.”

Ellie was completely lost for words. She dropped her gaze onto your lips, looking so luscious and… kissable.

Your hand rubbed the back of her hair, becoming knotted by the motion. You put your coffee down with the other hand and glided it to her neck. A slight noise that you couldn’t make out swept out of her lips. And before you knew it, you shared your first kiss to her.

The rush of emotions flooded every place imaginable. You pulled her hair and she lifted your back onto the sofa, wary of you being hurt and controlling her thirst for you. It was so much in a few seconds but the ecstasy was worth anything.

Fuck being friends.

She was ravaging your bottom lip and bit into it, pulling back and kissed deeply into the corner of your neck. Your moans echoed the living room as your hands explored the muscles on her back, impatiently wanting to get the belt of her jeans off. Her quickened breaths salvaged your mind, and following suit to down below. You were soaked from the moment she first stared into your eyes this evening, and it certainly won’t be the last.

“Shit, Ellie, what are you doing to me?”

She was on top of you, pinning your wrists but careful of avoiding the stitch on your forearm. Ellie took your bra off, showing an arousing view on her perspective, her pupils dilated, in awe of how submissive and lovable you are. She grabbed them, placed her mouth near one of your nipples and looked up at you. You’ve won the lottery of a lifetime.

“What I should’ve done a long time ago.”

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

Can you write more about Ajax and Xavier as Ghost Face pleaseeeee!!!!

long awaited

PLEASE MISTER GHOSTFACE!

Pairings: Xavier Thorpe x Fem!reader x Ajax Petropolus Summary: Xavier dresses up as Ghostface for your fantasy Warnings: SMUT. unprotected sex. P in V. swearing, degrading. slight knife play. oral (M and F receiving) threesome. slapping.

it was late at night, glimpse of the moonlight shining in your dorm from your curtains while you laid in bed, just barely asleep. your dormmate caused a fight with you, ending up with her staying in her friends room. Xavier had called you an hour ago to say he wasn't able to come over to stay with you, his roommate got high and can't sleep. You didn't think too much about it, it was normal for that to happen, he would sneak into your room and you would sneak into his, it was like you lived together by the amount you spend curled up in each others arms at night, so you enjoyed your time alone.

You were dosing in and out of sleep, your vision was blurry and hearing was faint as your drifted off, so much so that you didn’t hear the loud boots coming up to your door and making their way into your room. It was eerie quite as a cold blade pressed to your skin, making you stir a little. Your body was now positioned to where you were laid on your back with your head turned in their direction, your white blanket falling off your body off your body, exposing him to the perfect view of your spread legs and lacy red panties, as if you knew this was going to be happening tonight. 

The sight of your black laced panties that hugged low against your hips made him smirk behind his mask, he had never seen someone more angelic than you whilst drifting away into slumber. You were perfect in his eyes and he couldn’t wait to corrupt you in every way he could. He pressed the blade into your thigh, watching as it made a subtle, light indent on your skin. Trailing the blade higher, he slipped it under your panties, slightly cutting them, letting him have a full view of your perfect little pussy and the bit of wetness that shone in the moonlight. he groaned in his mask, anxious to run his hands along your body, touching you everywhere.

you felt the slight movement on your body, it tickled you a little bit but you shrugged it off, thinking it would be a little moth of a feather from your pillow that was tucked between your open legs.

A gloved hand travelled up your thigh, making your eyes flutter open at the contact that surely wasn't a fly or a feather's doing. Just as you were about to scream at the figure towering above you, the other hand pressed itself against your mouth,

“you make one fucking noise and I’ll make this so much worse for you.” he grunted above you

You nodded your head frantically against the hand before it was pulled away from your plump lips. You were a little scared until you noticed the Ghostface mask that hid the face. and you breathed a small sigh of relief. knowing there was only one person behind it.

“No, please don’t kill me Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel,” you let out a giggle until you felt the blade gently pressed against your throat and you noticeably gulped.

He cocked his head to the side, the mask eye level with you as it stared back at you with the same expression as it was in the movie.. You searched for the deep green eyes that you knew all too well, but saw only black ones, hiding the true identity.

“don't you fucking laugh, bitch. Do you think this is a game?” The knife was pulled away and replaced with a hand.

The hand squeezed at your throat and you tried your hardest to act afraid even though you weren't scared in the slightest.

You were pulled closer to the mask forcefully, your face now inches away from it.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard like the stupid little whore that you are. Then maybe, just maybe, depending on how good that pretty little pussy is for me, I’ll show you some mercy and spare your pathetic life, but I'm not promising anything.”

Slowly, you nodded your head along with him, biting your lip.

“Please, I-I’ll do anything you want, Ghostface, just don’t hurt me.” Never did you ever think that you would be begging for your life, even if it was just roleplaying but damn did you enjoy it.

He grabbed your chin lightly and ran his thumb over your cheek, making you with fake sympathy

“So desperate to live, are you? I wonder how far you’ll go for us” amusement laced on his tongue. but you shrugged off the mention of 'us', thinking it was just meant about Xavier and Ghostface combined.

He ran a hand through your hair before pulling at the roots making your head go back, gasping as you looked up at him.

“sit up.” You quickly followed his instructions, looking up at him with fake fear.

“I saw how wet that pussy was when you were just showing it off to the whole world to see,” he pushed your legs apart to expose your dripping wet pussy “go on, fuck yourself, slut.”

you weren't used to touching yourself in that way, you didn't do it much, or at all for that matter because you had someone who could do it for you, to you.

you reached down to touch yourself, dragging a finger along your folds, you stuck a finger in your core as he tilted his head at you. you gathered up the wetness and began rubbing your clit, resisting the urge to moan at the contact of your fingers.

You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter as you rubbed yourself, small whimpers and whines leaving your mouth as you held onto your sheets tightly to gain control of yourself

You heard a chuckle from above you and you looked up at him, not stopping your hips grinding against your hand.

“Does it feel good, slut? does it feel good to rub that little clit?” When you didn’t answer, he placed the knife in his pocket and took his now free hand to slap your face, causing you to gasp. “I asked you a fucking question, bitch”

“Y-yes, it feels good”

the door opened and another Ghostface trailed in the room

"what a great sight to walk into" they chuckled, you furrowed your eyebrows and stopped teasing your clit in confusion

"did I tell you to stop" Xavier lifted the knife to your neck, grazing the skin

"who's that?" you asked

"now I think that defeats the purpose of the mask, doesn't it?" Xavier mocked.

he leaned down and lifted his mask to reveal only his mouth

"nervous now, huh?" he smirked "you think you'll be able to take both of us?"

you looked back at the other masked figure and licked your lips, nodding your head slowly at him as he trailed over to you at a slow pace

Xavier slipped on his boots and took his pants off, leaving him in his boxers as the other Ghostface sat on the bed beside you.

"we're gonna fuck you and you're gonna lie there and take it if you wanna make it through the night, alright slut?" Xavier spat at you.

He then took of the cloak and removed his boxers, positioning himself to your entrance.

he grabbed your hip with one hand and shoved his dick in your wet core that was aching for intimacy.

you hummed at the contact and rolled hips against him while the Ghostface beside you lifted his mask to show his lips which you immediately recognised by the amount of times you stared at them for hours on end as they were in front of you.

"Ajax" you smiled up at him as he leaned down to your face

"that's not my name" he said, pressing his lips against yours aggressively and placed his hands on your tits, giving them a sensual squeeze.

“you gonna cum like a good little slut that you are?” Xavier thrusted his cock further in your pussy, reaching places that have never been touched by another guy before.

when you didn't answer him he slapped you across the face when Ajax moved away to get his boots off

"I asked you a fucking question" he grunted

"I will, I will" you sobbed

"good" he huffed

Ajax smashed his lips back on yours, placing a delicate gloved hand on your cheek

you moaned against Ajax's mouth, letting him slip his tongue and stick it down your throat as he took his coat off, exposing his bare torso.

you ran your fingers along his chest as you made out with him. he took his hands off your tits and removed his black pants, taking his boxers along with them.

you looked to the side of you after disconnecting your lips.

you looked at his dick that leaked with pre cum and your mouth watered, you looked up at his half masked face and looked at him with pleading eyes.

"come on then" Xavier grunted, going out of you and turning you over on your stomach, lifted you on your knees as Ajax slipped beneath you and positioning himself.

Xavier entered you, placing his hands on your hips as he pounded into you harshly as you sunk you face down on Ajax's cock, kitty licking the tip.

he ran his fingers trough your hair and tugged it aggressively, making your mouth open widely.

he pushed your head down forcefully and thrusted his length to the back of your throat, making you gag.

you bobbed you head up and down his length while he thrusted his dick further down your throat with a hand holding the back of your head.

the feeling of two of your best friends cocks in you was heavenly. even if it was rough.

the room was filled with moans, grunts and squelching noises that tipped you over the edge.

"come on you fucking slut, you're better than this, I know you are, cum for us" Xavier murmured huskily

when you moaned at his words he slapped your ass before leaned over your back, his mouth grazing your earlobe as you sucked Ajax's cock.

he lifted the knife that was beside him and raised it to your throat.

"do you want to live or not? I. said. cum" his voice was hoarse like and deep.

That was enough for you to release with a loud moan that was muffled and vibrated Ajax's dick, he groaned as he came in your mouth, his warm juices shooting into your throat. you looked up at him as Xavier pulled out of you, letting himself cum on the back of your thighs as your own dripped out of your heat.

Ajax looked at you through the mask and grabbed your chin

You pulled your mouth away from his cock

"swallow" he demanded. he watched as you swallowed his cum, humming at the taste.

Once satisfied with you, Xavier pulled you up to face him and you noticed those soft lips that peaked out of the slightly lifted mask. you needed to kiss him.

you leaned forward to catch his lips on yours only for him to pull his mask back down to cover his while face before throwing you onto your back, next to Ajax who watched.

"n-no, I want to kiss you, please" you begged, you mouth slightly agape.

He scoffed at your whining, switching places with Ajax so he's next to you, looking down at you with his head tilted

“do you seriously think I would kiss you? I might of fucked you but I'm not your boyfriend, slut” His cock was grazing your swollen lips as his frame towered over your body.

he took off his glove, showing off his veiny hand.

He placed his thumb in your mouth and made you suck on it

You couldn’t help but rub your thighs together, trying to get friction that it now needed again so desperatley, but they were soon pulled apart by Ajax.

your head was pushed up to look at Xavier's masked face as you sucked on his finger. he lifted his mask to his nose and he bit his other glove off before pulling it down again, he lifted his free bare hand up to pinch your nipple, making a little squeal escape you mouth at the feeling

"such a slut aren't you?" he said sticking another finger in your wet mouth, the saliva drooling from the opening.

you gasped at the feeling of something wet ticking your slick folds, you glanced down to see Ajax's half covered face dug in your pussy. sticking his tongue in your hole

"Oh? Oh! oh fuck! Ajax!" you whipped your head to the side, Xavier's fingers leaved the bed they made in your mouth as you rolled your hips along with Ajax's tongue that swirled around your clit.

you felt a sharp pain on your folds and you hissed in pain, he bit you

"who the fuck is Ajax?" he growled

"I-I don't know" you stuttered tiredly

Xavier grabbed your hand, forcing you to stroke his erect cock.

"shut the fuck up, you're so whiney and moany" Xavier scoffed, pinching your nipple to get you to fist him faster, which you did.

you leaned up to his dick and tried to suck it only for him slap you across the face.

"you do what we do to you. you don't get to do what you want, are you always this needy?" he chuckled deeply through his mask.

He was close to cumming, and you were too, and you couldn't really tell but by how fast Ajax was rubbing himself with his free hand, he was close too, pumping himself so fast he let out a little moan.

he leaned up, spreading your legs wider before shoved his length in your pussy, pounding into you, the feeling of him hitting your g-spot instantly made you scream out in pleasure.

"I'm gonna stretch this pretty pussy so much. fit my dick like a puzzle piece." he grunted

"gonna let my kids swim around in there, huh? you like the sound of that? slut" you could tell he was still new to dirty talk, so Xavier must of given him pointers on it.

"how could you do this, let complete strangers into your dorm and fuck you like this just to keep yourself alive, what a fucking whore you are. so pathetic" Ajax huffed as you felt his dick twitch in you

"you like this, don't you? you like fucking any man that comes walking through that door like a slut don't you, if we're not that special why don't we just kill you right now?" Xavier questioned

"'m gonna cum, I'm s'close, Oh God, I'm gonna cum!" you moaned. letting your head fall back on the pillow.

Ajax reached to your tits and massaged them, leaned down to suck on the bud of your nipple and giving it a little nibble that had you cumming in seconds.

a mix of an orgasm and squirting came out of you.

your legs were shaking as you came on his dick that still pounded into you, stretching you out as he let himself release into you, making your toes curl at the warm sensation that made it's way to your stomach.

you looked over tiredly to see cum pumping out of Xavier tip.

"get the camera" Ajax demanded, making Xavier reach down to his cloak, pulling out a polaroid camera out of the large inside pocket.

he passed it to Ajax who lifted it up to his eye as snapped a shot of his dick inside you with your mixed juices leaking out of you and running along his veiny dick.

he took the photo from the slot, setting it beside him to take a photo of your hand on Xavier's cock.

he gave the photo to Xavier and slid out of you, flopping down beside you

“Smile for the camera,” you tried your best to smile, but he took the photo.

a picture of you in the middle of two Ghostface masks came out of the top, you looking fucked out and cock drunk.

Xavier got up on his elbow and it seemed as though he was looking at the boy to the other side of you

"what do you say, do we let her live?" he questioned

"I think we let this one go tonight. just barely though" Ajax responded hesitantly

"next time you won't be so lucky. and we won't be so soft"

you smiled lazily at the two boys as they put their clothes on and got ready to leave, taking the photos with them, leaving the last one on your nightstand.

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[pigfacedbitch]

Comfort

summary : what would your boyfriend do if you had a bad day at work/school?

word count : 0.7k

type : headcanons

pairing/s : Modern! Gwaine / Merlin / Arthur (Soldier, Poet, King😂) x Reader

warning/s : asshole bosses / professors lol

here is my masterlist!

Note : Why is life so tiring? Sometimes, I just want to lay down and sleep. Slight NSFW on Gwaine's part .

Gwaine

Gwaine is evidently high-spirited but pouts like a kicked puppy when he sees you sad.

He may be a little unfamiliar with comforting someone but he knows that having fun can revive someone's soul so as a way to comfort you, he will offer a night of distraction and pleasure (I know what you're thinking and yes, you are right 👀).

From here, it depends on what you want to do. Gwaine will enthusiastically go with the flow.

You want to stay at home and play games? He will gladly lose to monopoly, uno, scrabbles, or any board games you want to play.

Gwaine is also a reliable player two in online games and will shout with you when another player is performing poorly.

"How can you miss that shot?!"

"What my love said, you muppet!"

Want to watch a movie? A pillow fort with your favorite movies, snacks, and soda coming right up!

Warning though, if you want to go out and party, don't. As loveable as he is, Gwaine is a party animal who has little self-control. He WILL get drunk before you and you have no choice but to drag his ass back to your home.

Last possible activity? Doing the deed. Might fuck the stress and sadness out of you until all you can remember is how good he made you feel, just saying. Anyways, enjoy! 😚

Merlin

This sweet baby boy will serve you like a queen, no joke.

Merlin will immediately know you had a bad day as he welcomes you in your shared home, already wrapping his (big and strong🫢) arms around your tired body.

He won't say a word but you'll know that he offers comfort by how tight his hug is, slowly soothing your hair, and gently kissing parts of your face.

"What's wrong, love?"

And boom! Here comes the waterworks. He will let you cry and vent as he leads the two of you on the sofa, lying comfortably there until you are done.

You might even take a short nap. Merlin doesn't care if you covered him with tears, drool, or snot; as long you feel better.

He will wake you up with your favorite home-cooked meal prepared on the table then taking you to the bathroom for a relaxing bath.

There would be scented candles, bath bombs, mellow music, skin care products— the whole nine yards. And no, you don't have to move. Merlin will do everything for you unless you want otherwise.

He will give you a massage on the bed after that, saying words of encouragement and support.

If you ask him to use his magic, he will. He will show you anything you want; from the wonders of the world to the vast beauty of the cosmos.

He hates using his magical abilities on you but as you fall asleep in his arms that night, he whispers a spell that will surely give you good dreams and an even better sleep.

Arthur

Let's face it, Arthur can be... oblivious at times.

Unlike Merlin and Gwaine, it will take a little longer for him to realize you feel like shit.

The Pendragons are very wealthy, and it sometimes compensates for the other qualities they lack.

He may not be as cheerful as Gwaine or provide you a satisfactory service like Merlin, but he can give you anything you want.

You want to go to another country? The private jet is ready. You don't even have to pack a bag, Arthur will buy new clothes for you.

He will let you choose the hotel you'll be staying in and book all the activities you want to do such as tours in the wildlife, scuba diving, spa days, and many more.

You want comfort food? The best chef in Albion will be brought to your home at once, paid heavily to cook whatever food you fancy.

You want materials things, jewelries and dresses? Even stationery? You got it. Arthur doesn't care how much you spend, he's practically your sugar daddy. 😂

If you just want him by your side, he will let you hug him like a koala bear to a tree and listen to your complains.

However, watch your words or the people you mention. Because Arthur will see to it that they will be dealt with, money comes with influence after all.

"So that's why they are being overly nice to me!"

"No one messes with the love of my life."

[diagonal-queen]

Hellooo, I think Ur requests are open, so can I request Teccho and jouno cuddle hcs (if u write for them ofc) and please fem! reader [[:

Cuddling Headcanons

♡ pairing: Tecchou Suehiro, Jouno Saigiku x fem!Reader

♡ synopsis: Cuddling with them HCs :)

♡ cw: Swearing, female/AFAB reader (she/her pronounce), mentions of boob (could be interpreted as NSFW but not necessarily intended that way? idk), slight NSFW themes

note: do you guys wanna know something? at first i didn't really care for the hunting dogs, i was just neutral towards them. but i've gotten SO many reqs for them and written for them so much that they've grown on me and now they're all my little pookie bears especially tecchou <3 apologies for errors and as always I hope you enjoy x

Tecchou:

I feel like I've talked about cuddling Tecchou a lot. He's literally just a giant teddy bear

Even though he's fuckin' ripped and also a giant (I don't actually know his height but I HC that he's tall) he's just so soft like a pillow

He bear-hugs. You're trapped in his arms, and you most likely won't be able to escape until he lets you go. There are ways you can make him let you leave his embrace though, like if you need to go to the bathroom he'll let you, but otherwise you're stuck forever

He will wrap his arms and legs around you and nuzzle his head into your chest or the crook of your neck (yes, he will smush his face into your boobs no matter their size)

He doesn't have a preference- he likes being both the big and little spoon. Whether he's cuddling you or you're cuddling him, he'll be happy

Tecchou has a hard time falling asleep unless he's cuddling you. If you wake up in the middle of the night to go get some water or something chances are he'll wake up too

He really likes when you two are burrito-wrapped in a blanket together

(Can you tell he's comforted by the physical proximity)

He loves to randomly place kisses on your neck and collarbone while you cuddle

Usually you have little talks with one another while you cuddle, just about random autistic stuff, but sometimes it'll just be silent cuddles and that's just as good 😌

May or may not lead into sexual activities depending on your guys' mood. Most of the time it's just lazing around in each others' presence

Because of the nature of his work, he really enjoys his down time, especially when it's something relaxing and cosy, and even more especially when it's with you.

Jouno:

He's a gentle cuddler

Jouno's hands are always moving, whether he's carding his fingers through your hair or lightly patting you on the back

He likes to stroke your cheek with his finger and feel your soft skin against his

He also really likes it when you fall asleep in his arms. It reinforces your trust in him. And as a highkey sadistic maniac that means a lot to him <3

Jouno doesn't really like being the little spoon, he prefers to have you wrapped up in his arms. He has a thing about being openly vulnerable like that...just give him some time, he'll come around

Unlike Tecchou he won't directly smush his face into your tits, but that doesn't stop him from really wanting to

His favourite cuddles are the ones where he gets home from work, and he's just tired, and wants to stare into his lover's eyes as he holds her tenderly and peppers her face with kisses

He's a softy at heart :')

His heart does SO MANY FLIPS when you cup his cheeks in your hands and kiss him back. He loves it so much and thinks it's adorable, and my god he loves you so much you lucky bug

He likes to praise you when you're cuddling. He'll flirt and throw compliments at you like it's the last time he'll ever get the chance, and he loves to see your flustered red face. Bonus points if you return his energy

(This may or may not lead to sex. That's up to you)

Jouno really loves your scent, and also likes to listen to your heartbeat and steady breathing. It's incredibly soothing to him

Before he knows it, he's already asleep. And he'll be very confused when he wakes up a couple hours later on the couch in the dark with a sore neck and the sound of the shower running in the background

Me too Jouno. Me too

taglist~ ♡ @gettinshiggywithit, @fyodorhatr, @flower-of-darkness, @bejeweledgirl, @kokoenjiandco, @pansexualproblemchild

[dairyeri]

✨YOOHOO🎉🎉🎉 the new art is ready✨

Leon and Christopher (and their wolf servants Hansel and Gretel)

This is a redraw and a slight redesign of the characters in one of my favorite and oldest RPs (this one is about three or four years old)

"This story is about a boy who was destined to lose everything, even his own name, and a lonely vampire count whose mind was being seized by madness.

Having fallen into the possession of Count Leon Farce, the boy was given a new name "Christopher" and a new home, and the count found a new toy for himself before the ball, putting the boy before a choice: to kill or to be killed.

But the closer their fateful day was, the more they both realized that there was another way...

So they both chose to save each other, sacrificing halves of their souls.

So Leon was no longer bound by the time of day and his diet, and Christopher received immortality and strength.

And most importantly: both received a faithful companion for each other for the eternity allotted to them✨"

Perhaps one day this story will have a continuation, but it does not entirely depend on me 😅. Since my character here is only Christopher, and the rest of the guys are the work of a close friend💖💖💖

As for the work itself, at the moment this is probably the longest work in terms of time. I started it somewhere in the middle of last week. There were many things that influenced the time taken, for example: drawing details on clothes, for the comic I simplify many things to speed up its release and not burn out and (now, unfortunately, life has become more active outside of creativity, after work and school I just fall face down into my pillow), and the last drop is the background... and the problem was not so much in the complexity of its creation, but in making it harmonious and suitable for the plot ✨

(P.s.: someday I will definitely start drawing complex backgrounds without a photobash and not spend eternity on them)

✨Thanks to everyone who reads these wall posts: I love, appreciate and hug each one of you 💖✨

[jihyocentric]

this is years after where we currently are with the au. i probably won’t explore more of housewife!jihyo as a mom in drabbles for a while because it’s more interesting to me if she isn’t a mom. i just had a couple ideas and threw them here! yoona = sullyoon.

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the realization that perhaps she hadn’t thought through the idea of having kids comes when she’s already pregnant, having to deal with confusing needs, higher hormone levels and, something that made her both happy and terrified, a growing belly that made her replace her entire closet every three months.

“nothing looks good on me anymore,” jihyo huffs, taking off the clothes she’d picked for herself, her nth attempt to wear something pretty and elegant like she normally would. “this is all your fault, sana! we’re not going out anymore!”

sana can barely speak, still trying to understand how jihyo, who had been begging for them to go out together for days, eager to have a date with sana, changed her mind in minutes.

jihyo wasn’t always like that. for the majority of the time, jihyo was fond of the way her belly would look in certain clothes, proudly showing off her pregnancy, even more so when they found out she was carrying twins, but the mood swings made her occasionally change her mind.

before meeting jihyo, sana never thought she would ever really be in that position — of having to deal with a furious pregnant wife that was ready to curse her with unimaginable names for no evident or meaningful reason.

even then, sana liked the domesticity of it all. even when jihyo walked away, slammed the door of the bathroom and came out wearing loose pajamas, with her mind made up. they weren’t leaving that house until she was ready to give birth.

perhaps it takes sana too long to have a reaction, and jihyo goes back to bed, silently crying, burying her face into the pillow and sobbing the way she always did when something didn’t go the exact way she planned.

sana sighs, taking her shoes off and throwing the blazer jihyo picked out for her somewhere else, lying next to jihyo. if jihyo was already a mess of emotions when she wasn’t pregnant, now that she was susceptible to having episodes like those, things got intense for both her and sana.

“that’s not true,” sana whispers only for jihyo to hear, kissing her temple as jihyo cries, sniffling softly when sana hugs her, calming down in sana’s arms. “you’re at the prettiest you’ve ever been.”

jihyo doesn’t say a thing, letting sana praise her for as long as she wanted to hear, with a slight pout on her lips when sana reminds her that their babies were the reason some clothes weren’t fitting on her anymore and that it was only natural, making sure jihyo knows that their twins make her look even more gorgeous.

twins age: 1.

jihyo excels at everything but being a mother.

she wasn’t born to do some of the things that came with being a mother, leaving the tough part of parenthood for sana — like changing their babies diapers, giving them baths, keeping them entertained, waking up at night when they’re crying. anything she deemed ‘too exhaustive’, really.

jihyo loved their babies, but she wasn’t a natural mother.

yoona and jaehyun didn’t seem to mind it at all, accepting the fact their mommy wouldn’t touch them when it was time for them to change diapers and didn’t know how to play with them like sana did, still wanting to be close to jihyo nonetheless, crying if they didn’t get her lap and kisses on their little heads at least hourly.

they were curiously dependant on jihyo, even if sana did all of the hard work with them. as much as jihyo finds their blind, unconditional love, particularly cute, that love was a nuisance when she was trying to do things for herself — she’d either be interrupted because they were hungry or because they were clingy.

“i just fucking got here.” jihyo huffs quietly, hearing a high pitched cry getting louder and closer, knowing it was jaehyun’s right away.

jihyo pulls her sunglasses up, sitting rather than lying on the pool chair, her body still drying up after a couple minutes inside the pool.

“i tried giving him food, mrs. minatozaki, but he didn’t want it.” the sitter tells her nervously, knowing how stressed jihyo has been while attempting to switch jaehyun’s diet from breast milk to solid foods. unfortunately, he couldn’t do much to help.

jaehyun giggles, eyes still slightly red from crying, chubby cheeks red, but now that he was seeing his favorite person, hunger was no longer a problem. he knew what he’d get.

jihyo squints at the baby, making him laugh loudly, unaware that his mom was rather pissed off. she takes jaehyun in her lap, holding his hand to stop him when the baby tries to pull her bikini top down, eager to have his breakfast.

she didn’t have a problem with yoona when it came to weaning her onto food, but jaehyun would cry for hours if jihyo didn’t breastfeed him. it was starting to get annoying, really, and jihyo didn’t have a lot of patience.

“yes, i know. you can go now.” jihyo waits until the sitter is gone, looking at the baby in her lap with a slightly stern face, but she couldn’t help but laugh when jaehyun pouts, both hungry and understanding the situation.

slowly, jaehyun realizes he made his mom mad. it still doesn’t keep him from trying to pull her bikini top down again, ready to cry again if he didn’t get his food, unable to deal with the emptiness in his tummy.

“brat.” jihyo mumbles. jaehyun tilts his head to the side, hearing the word for the first time in his lifetime. “yes, you’re a little brat,” jihyo makes her voice purposefully high pitched, using the baby talk she rarely used.

she gives in then, amused with the fact that jaehyun seemed to like the name, silencing his laughter with the food he was eager for, rocking him gently until he was done and full.

twins age: 4.

during the first months of being a mother, jihyo thinks she ruined her life. that was because she never got to have sex with sana, and sana’s attention was now being shared between the three of them — jihyo, yoona and jaehyun.

things change once they get used to the routine. after a while, yoona and jaehyun start to sleep a full night, making sana relieved because she wouldn’t have to wake up at dawn to put them back to sleep, and then jihyo can finally have her fill of her wife.

sometimes though, despite the kids growing and learning to sleep alone and peacefully, they still get under jihyo’s skin, interrupting their parents when jihyo needed sana the most.

“ah, f-fuck, sana!” jihyo bucks her hips, sana’s thumb rolling over her center, voice muffled by sana’s kisses.

“so needy,” sana laughs teasingly. “it’s only been a couple days, darling.”

“f-fucking three days! ‘s t-too- fuck, much!” jihyo whines, all but riding sana’s hand, head tucked into sana’s neck, gripping at the sheets as if trying to release all the pent up arousal.

jihyo reaches close to the edge, the orgasm pooling at her tummy, breathing becoming heavier and soaking sana’s thumb with slick as she prepares herself for her climax.

but it never comes.

sana stops when she hears the tiny knocks at their door, the mood dying instantly and so does her hard on.

jihyo’s eyes widen and sana pities her, taking her hand off jihyo’s shorts, silently mumbling an ‘i’m sorry’ as she goes straight to the bathroom, leaving jihyo speechless. the twins have stopped them from going at it before, but never when they were already that far.

jihyo takes three deep breaths, trying to control herself before she snapped. she’s supposed to be the grown up there and gather control to deal with those kinds of situations. jihyo was still learning, still trying to understand that being a parent included that, but it still makes her blood boil.

sana probably wouldn’t be back for a few minutes, and jihyo has to open the door for the twins. the anger disappears when she sees their kids standing there, hugging their plushies — yoona has a teddy bear in her tiny arms, a gift from one of her aunties, and jaehyun has the ugly alligator plushie that sana gave him.

“shouldn’t you brats be sleeping?” jihyo asks, crossing her arms. for seconds, she waits for their answer, but none of them seem to have enough courage to utter a word.

“you said you would talk to her.” yoona whispers to her younger bother, hitting jaehyun with her elbow, cheeks flushing immediately and she shyly looks down.

jihyo holds back a laugh, still looking at them with no expression on her face. they always acted like that, with jaehyun being yoona’s voice when she was too shy to speak. yoona was truly the older sister, bossing her younger sibling around to do whatever she wanted.

jaehyun clears his throat, pouting in a way that made his dimples visible. he looks up at jihyo, accepting his fate and living up to the promise he made to his sister. “we want… no, we would like to sleep with you, mommy!”

“we’ve talked about this.” jihyo says without hesitation.

sana chuckles lightly seeing the twins’ instant frown, walking behind jihyo and hooking her arm around her shoulder.

“it’s just for tonight, hyo.” sana whispers only for jihyo to hear, not wanting to go over jihyo’s decision. “you know they won’t sleep until you say yes.”

jihyo sighs loudly, fully opening the door for the twins.

the bed was big enough for all of them, and the only problem they had to deal with was the kids fighting for who’d get to sleep next to jihyo. sana feels slightly jealous of their attachment to jihyo, a small pout on her lips as she watches the twins decide who would get their mommy’s side.

jaehyun ends up giving in, knowing that last time he was the one to sleep next to jihyo — and yoona would cry if he didn’t give her the place. perhaps she was a little spoiled, but it was in the blood.

once they’re all cozy and comfortable under a warm blanket, jihyo gives them a final warning. “tomorrow you’re sleeping in your own room, brats.”

the kids pretend not to listen. sana laughs, stopping when jihyo looks at her harshly, still clearly annoyed after what happened earlier, mouthing an ‘i love you’ that makes jihyo roll her eyes and hold a smile back.

[lightan117]

A Softer Gentle Touch

**Yeah, here I am again. So, my Rook is a Mourn Watcher, and I'm a little sad that when we go to Teia to help plan Caterina's funeral, they don't really have the option to ask to help them besides the generic "let me help." Mourn Watchers help bury the dead and plan funerals. It would be touching if Rook offered to help plan or give advice since both Illario and Lucanis can't do it. Teia takes it upon herself as she feels obligated, but having someone else show that they care would speak volumes.**

I also added another little scene I wanted to write, so there's that! Jacobus needs a damn hug.

Warnings: Talk of death, funeral arrangements, some small act of violence but just threats, Lucanis looking at Rook with his puppy eyes,

Spoilers for Lucanis side quest

Pairings: Lucanis X (F)Mourn Watch Rook

~oOo~

Lucanis didn't know how to approach the subject.

Teia had sent word that she needed him to come to Treviso to help plan Caterina's funeral, but he just...couldn't move his feet when he wanted to move. Spite, of course, was calling him a coward in the back of his mind, saying how much his family found him such a disappointment now that he'd been labeled an abomination. He shouldn't even be considering attending, but Lucanis knew that Caterina would beat him if he didn't. Not to mention that it was the least he could do since getting captured. Still...there was Spite to worry about now. Spite could break out and cause a bigger problem that Lucanis didn't even want to consider.

"Mierda, what am I going to do?" Lucanis muttered to himself as he paced inside his pantry room. Why are you whining? No one will care. If you show up or not. Worthless. As always. Spite hissed in his ear and that fueled Lucanis's anger. "Quiet!"

"Lucanis?" Lucanis spun to see the last person he wanted to see.

Rook, or Daisy as she preferred to be called when not working, stood in the doorway of his room. One hand was raised to his door while the other was held behind her back. Ever since the coffee meeting with Illario, Lucanis started to watch her more. See her more. Daisy wasn't built like a typical elf; she had more curves and filled in her armor much more than Bellara. The color of her hair, the color of his favorite mulberry wine, was another stark contradiction to other elves he met. Besides her looks, her personality stuck with Lucanis the most. Daisy was always cheerful and kind even when she didn't need to be. She showed empathy when they found that Caterina had died. Maker, she bought him a wyvern-tooth dagger that he kept under his pillow because she knew he would like it.  

It's not that he needed it there, but just in case.

"Daisy. What can I help with?" Coward. Always. A. Coward.

"I was making my rounds and wanted to ensure you two were okay." The Mourn Watchers were proper, and it showed in her speech. Bellara and Harding must be rubbing off on her, as it's recently become more casual. As much as Lucanis would like to not bring him up, Daisy always asked about Spite.

"I-well. I need some help. Teia wants to meet."

"Oh, it must be important if the Seventh Talon is requesting you." Daisy smiled, and he couldn't help the slight twitch in his mouth.

"She wants to plan Caterina's funeral," Lucanis said, and the smile quickly faded from Daisy's face. Her expression morphed into one of concern as she stepped closer to him. "If you don't mind, I...could use some backup. In case Spite gets out of hand."

"Of course, Lucanis. Please let me know if I can do anything else. Would you like to leave now?" Daisy asked, fiddling with her hands as she spoke. She smells of peaches and fear. Fear? Spite didn't answer his thoughts.

Daisy tried not to bother Lucanis but couldn't help but ask if she needed to bring anything. When he questioned, she said Nevarran's funerals differed from house to house depending on traditions and their practices. Most base funerals in Nevarra include food and crying, and depending on how rich you are, there are specific treatments that some families receive. Afterward, there is a celebration of their life where people are happy, joking, and telling stories of the departed. Lucanis listened intensely as Daisy explained, watching her hands move along with her words, their excitement growing with each sentence. This was the first time he had seen her so excited to talk about her past. Harding is the one person who knows more about Daisy. Lucanis has learned that there is still a lot to her, and she refuses to speak much of her past before joining Varric to stop Solas. He found that Daisy always wears ear cuffs that cover most of her elven ears and wears clothing that is worn to cover most of her body; only her face and hands show. Every time she slouches, she suddenly remembers to sit up straight with a roll of her eyes.

Lucanis and Daisy planned to leave after dinner and informed the others to see if anyone else wanted to come to the city while they took care of business. Neve was the one who asked to come, as she wanted to pick up a few items from the market. Everything seemed to be in order as they made their way to the eluvian. Lucanis was quiet, but that was expected. Neve and Daisy whispered, discussing the items she needed while they were busy with the Crows. When they arrived, Daisy and Lucanis said goodbye to Neve before entering. Teia and Illario waited for them in the common area as they approached. Teia greeted them with a warm smile, "Good! You're here."

"Thank you for making the arrangements, Teia," Lucanis said.

"For Caterina...how could I do otherwise?" The smile drifted downwards a little as she addressed Lucanis directly. "I'm so sorry, Lucanis. This must be such a blow."

She then directed her attention to Daisy, whose smile returned. "Rook, thank you for coming with him. I need one Dellamorte to plan this. His cousin has been no help at all."

"I'm sorry, Teia. This is just...too much right now." Illario said sadly from where he stood to the side of her. His eyes cast downwards at the floor.

"Don't worry, Illario, I've been through many funerals in my training as a Mourn Watcher, so I'll help as much as possible. Please let me know how I can help you all." Daisy said, clasping her hands to her chest with her warm smile.

"You're always such a dear. I hope these two are paying attention." Teia said, causing the other two Crows to shift uncomfortably.

"Teia, don't flirt with my...colleague." Lucanis had trouble finding the correct word, but Daisy didn't think much of the slip. She wondered if Lucanis was afraid to say "friend" while Teia was plotting something as her gaze flickered between them.

"Jealous I might steal her away?" Teia teased. "Fine, to business then. There's not a lot to plan. But first, I need the ashes." Teia turned her attention to Illario next to her.

"The....ashes?"

"Maker, help us, yes, the ashes! Caterina's ashes. From the crematorium?" Teia looked frustrated, and Daisy tried hiding her disdain for burning the body. If they didn't burn the body, then there would be no mix-up and no mess in obtaining them. How could someone properly say goodbye if they do not see the person again?

"Oh. Yes. Of course. I'll get them to you right away." Illario said, some of his boyish, rogue charm seeping in to hide his mistake behind a smile. Daisy didn't appreciate how little he cared about the arrangements his family was making for the dead. He should be taking this seriously.

"Illario...what happened?" Everyone turned their attention to Lucanis.

"What do you mean?"

"Caterina. How...? How did the Venatori get to her? When? Where? In the estate? In the city?" Lucanis rattled every question he had been keeping locked inside since his return. "How did they get past our people? What did they use? Poison? Blades? I need to know..."

"Cousin, stop. You can't dwell on this. It'll drive you mad." Illario answered courtly.

"I'm not dwelling! Zara killed the First Talon. I have to know how if I'm going to stop her." Daisy wanted to comfort Lucanis but clenched her hands to stop them from moving.

"I told you, I'm handling it." Illario threw back at his cousin.

"Boys! Enough of this, and in front of our guest too. We have other matters to discuss." Teia interrupted with a face that made them both quiet down.

"My apologies, Andarateia. Continue without me. I'll get you the ashes." Illario apologizes, and then he is gone. Once he was well out of earshot, Daisy spoke up.

"Does he normally act like that, or does he seem off?"

"Illario can be a handful, but this...the only time I've seen him like this was when Lucanis died," Teia spoke as she looked over at Lucanis, who seemed bothered by something. "You're worrying, aren't you? What will people say if they hear "the Demon of Vyrantium" has a big soft heart?"

"He's been careless at times, but never with this own life was on the line." Lucanis rolled his eyes at Teia. "Zara took down the First Talon. Anyone could be next. And my cousin doesn't want to think about it."

Teia sighed, "You have a point. It's not like Illario to ignore a knife coming at him."

"What do you need from me for the funeral?"

"Come. I'll get us some drinks, and we can make the arrangements." Teia and Lucanis moved, but Daisy stood where she was, not knowing if the invite was also to her. Teia looked behind her and motioned her head to follow, so she did. "You don't have to be so shy around me, Rook, I won't bite." Lucanis made a groan that caused Teia to chuckle.

"It's not that. Nevarran funerals are very private affairs, and we take them very seriously. Are you okay with me being here? I don't want to offend anyone with helping." Teia was taken aback by the thought behind Daisy's words.

"I promise you, you are more than welcome here. I've only planned a couple of funerals myself, so any advice will be more than welcome." Teia linked her arm around Daisy's and pulled her toward the table where they would discuss the funeral.

"Of course." Daisy looked over at Lucanis, who gave her a reassuring smile. "Oh, I bought you this as well. It's a tradition that I normally do when planning a funeral. Lucanis said it was alright to bring them." Daisy reached into her small pack and took out the cookies she had made. Teia opened the package to reveal a plate of simple shortbread cookies.

Teia thanked Daisy with a grateful smile before they got to work. Teia gave them an overview of what she started with, and Daisy took everything in while muttering that if there was a book on Antiva funerals she could read about, that would help her. Lucanis brought up his parents' funerals from what he remembered and how his grandmother cared for everything. Daisy, of course, said they could meld the ideas together so that it would seem like a funeral his grandmother would stamp her approval on. She gave the Crows a reassuring hand on their shoulder whenever the topic started to sour, the cookies being a great snack that helped ease the pain. The necromancer became a comforting presence on the subject of death between the Crows. Lucanis could feel the heat of Daisy's hand through his armor, each time sending the warmth to his chest where his heart would begin to beat faster. Spite was in the back of his mind, commenting on her smell with each brush against the other.

On the other hand, Teia even asked questions about what Daisy would do, to which she replied that she had already arranged her own funeral. "When you graduate from the Mourn Watch, you must make arrangements for your own end. Nothing is set in stone, mind you, but it puts you in perspective that death can happen at any time. As Mourn Watchers, we must be okay with death and the end so that we may comfort anyone when called." Daisy explained with a smile on her face that spoke of pride. "I have a phrase that I repeat to those who seem to have trouble with looking at death the way that we do. I've even told a few Watchers when they are having difficulty."

"And that is?" Teia questioned, taking another cookie from the plate. Her fifth one.

"There is always a brighter side to death. It's a side we just can't see."

"A brighter side to death? I don't get it." Lucanis spoke as he sipped his wine.

"In death, we will be reunited with our loved ones once again. Yes, the living will feel the pain of losing them, but that is not the end. We shall see them again, as they will be waiting for us once our time has expired." Daisy explained, but there was a slight sadness in her tone. Teia and Lucanis had to stop finishing the plate and enjoying the cookies to the end. They continued until everything was sorted out well enough, the funeral date set for the next few days. Daisy promises that they will be here for it.

"Our house owes you for handling all this." Lucanis gave Teia his thanks as they packed up.

"Caterina was family. Can you imagine what she would say if she saw us all like this?" Teia gave Lucanis a look that spoke volumes about what Caterina would have said.

"She'd be furious. Especially at Illario. As usual." The crow shrugged his shoulders at the thought.

"I barely know him and could tell he's the sort to get himself in trouble," Daisy spoke. "I knew a student like that in my class. I always felt like he would get nowhere with everything he did."

"Oh, he is." Lucanis gave Daisy a smirk. "I've lost count of the times I've had to pull him out of the fire on the job."

"He's a good assassin. Most jobs don't have as many fires as yours do." Teia said, and Daisy hid her giggle behind her hand. "I'll have my people keep an eye on him for you."

"Thank you, Teia."

"Go on, I'll let you know if something comes up." Daisy and Lucanis went to leave, but Teia called to speak to Lucanis alone. Daisy said she would meet him by the zipline once they were done. Behind Daisy's back, Teia gave Lucanis a look at who their topic might be.

Daisy breathed in the air outside. Treviso was alive and loud. Sounds from below filled the air as she looked down upon the people going about their night. The air was warm as it brushed across Daisy's face; the smell of something spicy filled her nose. She could never get used to this sight and enjoyed every moment she stood overlooking the city. Even if it was one of Antiva's smaller cities, it brought many new experiences. Lucanis was right to say that this city was his favorite, even if he was a bit biased. Some piece of normalcy made the world feel quiet, even if it was just a fleeting moment. There was some muttering from a few of the Crows around her, but one name caught her attention. Jacobus. The poor young crow whose cousin died while fulfilling a contract. She, Lucanis, and Harding found him captured but alive in a warehouse in the Drowned District.

Unfortunately, his cousin, who had taken the contract, did not make it. His body only lay a few feet from Jacobus, his head smashed in pieces on the floor. Daisy could only hope that Jacobus wasn't there to witness it. Since they fulfilled the Dareth contract, Jacobus hasn't been the same. Daisy could see the anger and hatred coming from within. Whispers pass through the halls, and he still holds a grudge against the Antaam. He scowls and curses their name under his breath. The crows watch them with bird eyes as if waiting for the young man to snap completely. It saddens Daisy's heart that he still has not come to terms with Dareth's death.

"Hello Jacobus, how are you this fine night?" Daisy approached the young crow who leaned against the railing in one of the secluded alcoves the casino rooftop had. His face was set with one emotion of nothing, but his eyes held the same sadness.

"Oh, hey, Rook." Jacobus glances over at her. "I'm okay. Helping the Crows?"

"Actually, I am helping the Talons plan Caterina's funeral. I'm kind of an expert in these matters." Daisy said with some pride but with a soft smile. "How was your cousin's funeral? Forgive me for not attending, but I prayed over you both."

"Didn't have one." Jacobus scoffed and rolled his eyes. "And keep your prayers. Nothing will bring him back, and the Antaam are still here. Figures."

Daisy's smile dropped as she stepped closer, "Didn't have one?! You must have one; it's to help honor Dareth's life and provide closure."

"Closure?" Jacobus turned to face Daisy face to face, but his words spat out in anger. "Closure?! Nothing will bring my cousin back! He was the only family I had left in this world, and he's gone now, too! The only thing I want now is for all Antaam to die horrible, painful deaths like they inflicted on Dareth!"

"As you said before, nothing will bring Dareth back. Why do you dwell in the past in the dark?" Daisy stepped forward, and Jacobus stepped back. "You will never find the light, Jacobus, unless you step into it. Remember Dareth for who he was; his memory will live on with you. Leave his killers where they belong, in the past, like dust. Why must they take space in your mind so?" Daisy reached out to take hold of his hand. Jacobus tried to pull away, but her grip remained ironclad.

"Let go of me!" Jacobus struggled, but Daisy continued to hold on. Something inside Daisy called, urging her to hold on. Jacobus's anger and sadness overwhelmed him.

"You can scream and cry and mourn for your family, but do not allow your anger to drag you into the dark." Daisy pulled Jacobus to her, her hand cupping his face as she slowly allowed her magic to wash over the young crow.

"What are you doing?! Let me go! Some-" Jacobus gasped out as tears filled his eyes. They streamed down his face as his strength gave way, the waves of Daisy's magic washing over him.

"Let go, Jacobus. It is okay to mourn your dead. When you are done, you will move on and live." Daisy collapsed to the ground with Jacobus in her arms, his cries echoing. The mourn watcher held the young crow tightly to her as he mourned everything he had kept inside. A weight suddenly removed itself from his shoulders, allowing him to feel something besides the rage inside. He mourned the life he had before the Antaam took over Treviso. He mourned for the loss of his parents. He mourned over the loss of his childhood.

He mourned over the loss of the last remaining family.

And in his mourning, he felt love. He felt peace. He felt the pat on his head his cousin would give him when he would leave for contracts. Daisy's magic was simple and yet it worked just as she needed it to. In times of sadness, people close off their emotions and shut themselves off to others when they are in need of support. Daisy would be that support; allow them to feel warmth once again.

"It's not fair! It's not fair!" Jacobus cried into Daisy's lap. Her soft hands petted his hair while he continued to sob, slowly allowing her magic to dissipate.

"When it comes to those we love, loss is indeed not fair. We wish for more time, more memories, and more life, but when they are called away from us, we do anything to keep them. In our grief, we forget those around us that still remain." Daisy cupped Jacobus's face so that he looked at her, unshed tears in her eyes. "It is okay to be angry at those who hurt us, but we must not allow our anger to stop us from living. If we do, then we will never leave the dark."

"I don't know how," Jacobus whispered.

"One step at a time. Mourn your family. When that is done, find what you want to do, whether with the Crows or something else." Daisy's thumbs brushed away stray tears that continued to fall from his eyes. "No one will be angry. We will support you no matter what." Jacobus nodded his head and pulled away. Daisy remained where she was on the floor, watching Jacobus with kind eyes while he collected himself. Daisy pulled out a handkerchief from her pack to give to him.

"I want to stay with the Crows. It's what Dareth would have wanted." He wiped his eyes as he took deep breaths to calm himself.

"He would be very proud of you."

"I want to have a funeral for him as well. I just...don't know where to start."

"We can do something simple for him if you like. I'll take care of everything if you find a perfect spot." Daisy spoke as she slowly got to her feet. "Everything will be alright." She extended her hand down to the young crow. Jacobus took a second, looking up at the woman. It seems as if he is making a choice at the moment. To take her hand and accept help or not to take it...

He took it.

Daisy pulled him to his feet and ruffled his hair, all the while smiling. Jacobus cleared his throat and said he would send a letter once he got himself together and found a spot. Dareth deserved a perfect place. Daisy said she would gladly lend an ear when she was in town if he needed someone to talk to. Jacobus smiled and excused himself then, leaving Daisy alone. The peace was not long as Lucanis came around the corner not a moment later.

"You alright?" Lucanis asked, taking in her watery eyes and somber expression.

Daisy cleared her throat, willing away the unshed tears, "I was just chatting with Jacobus about his cousin. The mourn watcher in me couldn't help but stick my nose in his business. Even being removed, I still hold firm that I am one."

"I thought you were one?"

"Not exactly. You'll find out eventually, but I was with Varric because I was ordered to leave Nevarra. Quickly."

"They kicked you out? Of the country?" Did he hear that right?

"Not in so many words but mainly to never step foot in Necropolis until I was deemed forgiven for my transgressions. You see, there was...unrest among the undead nobility, which led to an all-out war called the War of the Banners to be born. I had led an attack on the rebellion's dueling leaders with a small group of mourn watchers I trusted. And it worked." Daisy sighed and leaned over the railing overlooking the city. "Many lives of living and undead were saved that day. However, because I killed many undead nobles, my actions were not to the strict honor of Mourn Watcher. Higher members of the Mourn Watch feared I had insulted the order's aristocratic patrons and questioned our core beliefs. So they told me to leave. They would send word of when I would be forgiven to come home."

I smell tears. Spite echoed in Lucanis's head, and he didn't need the demon to tell him that the topic was causing Daisy pain. Lucanis moved to stand next to her, looking at her face as tears slowly fell. "How long has it been since you've been home?"

"A little bit longer than yourself." Daisy chuckled sadly, wiping away her fallen tears. "Varric caught me leaving and said that if I was traveling, it would be a great idea to go together. That someone who is willing to end a war can also help put a stop to another one. So now I am here, stopping raging gods and everything else getting dragged out of the fade." Daisy turned to Lucanis with a bright smile. "And apparently saving known assassins from underwater prisons. My life has certainly been an adventure since joining Varric."

Lucanis chuckled and couldn't help but smile back at her. It was infectious and caused his stomach to tighten. Watching the tears fall, he wanted to brush them away. A strange pull to reach out and touch her, comfort her. She probably doesn't want you to touch her. Taint her with your brooding. What can she ever see. In. You? Lucanis clenched his hand into a tight fist, ignoring the demon hissing in his ear.

"It's not over yet, " Lucanis said softly. Daisy reached over to give his arm a squeeze.

"Exactly. Now, let's go find Neve, shall we? She must think we're lost or something. Or been captured but the Antaam." Daisy let go, making her way to the zipline. Lucanis stood there, his hand moving to where hers was touching him. After a moment, he composed himself and followed her, locking away the memory of the warmth she had provided deep within his mind.

~oOo~

*Before Lucanis found Daisy*

"You like her," Teia said quietly once Daisy was out of earshot.

"Like who? Daisy? No, I don't." Lucanis denied it rather too quickly, and he cursed himself for it. Teia smiled like a cat next to him as she took in Lucanis.

"It seems your time away from us has lessened your talent for lying. I saw how you stared at her while discussing plans and when she walked away." Teia nudged the Dellemorte with her elbow.

"I wasn't staring at her. I gazed, glanced in her direction maybe, but I wasn't staring."

"Of course, Lucanis. Whatever you say."

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Arnav + Khushi Sleeping Positions

Talk about thinking random stuffs midnight!

While it’s usually not a position to be too worried about, it might be a good idea to converse with your partner if this is a sudden change from a more intimate sleeping position.

JWB Notes: t’s interesting to note that they usually sleep apart when one is too stressed (such as Khushi’s afraid about Aarav’s paternity, Arnav is bothered by what he is as a husband, and him getting his nightmare about his parents). There is a slight distance and I love it that it is shown especially during times of duress. Psychologically, it makes sense. 

If you sleep facing each other but don’t touch, some believe there could be an issue in the relationship. Both partners may desire attention from each other, but are failing to give it.

To combat this, experts recommend prioritizing listening to one another and being open and honest about your feelings.

However, it can also be read as another position called pillow talk. This is a sign that you’re close and open to sharing things with each other.

JWB Notes: Ok, Arnav is awake over here and this scene ends up with him holding her hand but I find it so accurate that this scene is establishing two things. One, he is having a one sided pillow talk and two, there is an issue in the relationship. He is not prioritizing listening to her, or the fact that his words even reach her. He is not being open about his feelings (otherwise he’d say it when he’s awake). Yet it’s a sign of intimacy from him. It’s so conflicted and beautiful at once. 

A pretty self-explanatory sleeping position, this involves both people facing each other with their heads at the same level and their bodies intertwined.

Sleeping in this way suggests the two individuals are incredibly close and generally happy in their relationship.

JWB Notes: I know this might feel off key considering that they’re far from happy in their relationship in both the sequences but some very important things are happening here. In the first image Arnav, for the first time, truly realizes his failure as a husband and is openly exhibiting his need for intimacy - a gentle touch. It’s the most successful their six months relationship has ever been at that point because Khushi has always been more open and it was necessary for him to go through the understanding. In the second one while they are going through a bitter/comedic argument, there’s no questioning whether or not love exists. It does. There are no physical boundaries drawn at this moment. There’s almost a domesticity of this scene that makes me think that perhaps this is how they fall asleep in general. 

A rather intense position, the tangle is apparently rarely seen. When it does occur, it’s usually immediately after an intimate situation or at the beginning of a new relationship.It can only be described as this: an extremely close hug, but lying down. In other words, not a lot of breathing room.

While the tangle is okay every now and then, long-term incidences may prompt you to rethink how dependent you are on each other.

JWB Notes: Yes, absolutely there is a necessity to rethink how dependent they are on each other because Khushi absolutely cannot leave him despite the worst and he cannot let her go even if its for the best, for her. Also it’s not visible here but the reason I put it as tangle is because he’s literally holding her face in this point. And their sleeping position here is also similar to leg-hug;

A second passionate posture is the leg hug. Whether your feet are touching every so often or your legs are fully intertwined, this position is asking for intimacy.

If both of you are doing it, that’s a good sign. But if only one person is into the leg hug, there may be a slight imbalance in the relationship.

JWB Notes: YES! THIS I FIRMLY WANT TO SAY HIGHLIGHTS THAT KHUSHI WAS CRAVING INTIMACY. And that there is an imbalance in this relationship. It’s played to a comedic effect (regrettably all of Khushi’s emotions often are, post marriage) but you SEE it here who’s investing and ultimately wanting more in this relationship and my heart breaks for Khushi. Also, she physically exhibits more in her house rather than Arnav’s - which makes sense because she is physically more comfortable here than at Arnav’s. 

Also known as the nuzzle, this practically cherubic position sees one person sleeping flat on their back while the other rests their head on the first person’s chest. Legs and arms often “hug” each other too.

Just like spooning, this is deemed to be a protective posture with an added touch of passion.

JWB Notes: This is my favorite sleeping position of theirs because it is so adorable and made sense it’s what we see right after marriage considering they’re literally in their honeymoon phase. There’s acknowledged intimacy, a burst of love, they literally cannot get their hands off each other with her head on his shoulder. Which, in an odd way nearly mimics their previous ‘honeymoon’ night... it’s interesting to note their hands aren’t touching though, just the head and shoulders. And it’s a flip here, Arnav’s head is on her shoulder! 

Hope you liked going down this silly rabbit hole with me!

Love,

- JWB

P.S: Here’s the article about sleeping positions - https://www.healthline.com/health/healthy-sleep/couple-sleeping-positions#face-to-face-touching

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[livealittleoc-cb]

“Herbs are the best medicine. Sit! Sit! I’ll take care of you.”

Basic Information

☽｡⋆ Name: Emilia Keller

☽｡⋆ Species: Herbal && Potion Witch

☽｡⋆ From Berlin, Germany [The Human Equivalent to Truca in Astria]

☽｡⋆ She/Her | Bisexual [Slight Female Lean], Polyamorous | 27 [05/24, Gemini] | 5’8”

☽｡⋆ Occupation: Waitress && Dancer/Pole Dancer at Club Luna [Does Private Services]

☽｡⋆ “Human” Appearance: pale/fair skin, straight dirty blonde medium length hair [sometimes dyes it red], emerald green eyes, has a couple tattoos [small tattoos on her arms of vines && ferns, a cactus tattoo behind her ear, small symbols on her fingers], has pierced ears, septum ring && nose ring, burn scar on her forearm, wears feminine presenting clothes, crop tops, low waisted jeans, sweatpants, band tees, fake glasses, short dresses, ripped jeans, muscle tees, tank tops, wears a lot of eyeliner && green eyeshadow, tends to do her hair in different styles everyday, wears lots of green shades with black

☽｡⋆ Witch Appearance && Information: Herbal Witch [Low Magic Pool]; Herbal && Potion Magic [Can only make potions && medications is studying to strengthen her magic pool], pale/fair skin, straight dirty blonde medium length hair [sometimes dyes it red], amber yellow eyes with mixes of light green, has a couple tattoos [small tattoos on her arms of vines && ferns, a cactus tattoo behind her ear, small symbols on her fingers], has pierced ears, septum ring && nose ring, burn scar on her forearm, wears feminine presenting clothes, crop tops, low waisted jeans, sweatpants, band tees, fake glasses, short dresses, ripped jeans, muscle tees, tank tops, wears a lot of eyeliner && green eyeshadow, tends to do her hair in different styles everyday, wears lots of green shades with black

☽｡⋆ Personality: flirty, very caring, sugar mommy type of vibes, sassy, can be stern, playful, mum energy, the mum friend™️

☽｡⋆ Likes: clubs/clubbing, vodka && beer, sage, burning incenses, romance, romance novels, plants, vines, taking care of others, giving neck kisses && back hugs, deep voices, flowers, herbs, cooking, pillows, fluffy blankets, different shades of green, bitter && sour foods

☽｡⋆ Dislikes: people who show off too much, insecurities, initialed people, the royal court, most movies, too cold or too hot

Fun Facts

✮Familiar[s]/Pet[s]: Black Cat [Brownie🐈‍⬛] ✮ Languages: English [German Accent], German ✮ Abilities: Making Herbal Potions, Medicines, Etc. ✮ Love Language: Acts of Service, Gift Giving && Physical Touch [Giving], Words of Affirmation [Receiving] ✮ Has a fear of commitment, it’s why getting something not casual from her can take some time ✮ Is compared to a cat ✮ If she gets overly excited she likes to give impulsive kisses ✮ Likes saying everything to make you flustered ✮ Her eyes can change color depending on mood; yellower [happy], army green [anger], pale yellow [sadness] ✮ Grows herbs at her window && has a lot of hanging pots ✮ Comes off as neat && clean but can be a little messy ✮ Is the mum friend ✮ Can't drive, doesn't like to drive ✮ Smells like herbs && plants or Floral Perfumes ✮ Is the healing feeling of having a hug after a long battle, the calming feeling of being taken cared of && having your feelings float away

NSFW

☽｡⋆ Switch [Soft Dom Lean]; Praise, Marking, Roleplay/Dressing Up, Squirting, Body Worshipping, Toys, Bondage, Pegging [Giving], Hair Pulling, Impact Play, Choking, Oral, Back Shots [Receiving], Fingering, Blindfolds, Wax Play, Food Play, Nicknames [Mommy, Love, Miss, Etc], Dirty Talk, Shibari, Spit Play, Cum Play, Mirror Sex, Somonophiloa [Receiving] [All kinks go both ways unless stated otherwise. She’s open to most kinks if asked, being more submissive might be harder for her since she likes to be in control. Might dom/sub drop with harder kinks.]

☽｡⋆ Hard Nos: feet, watersports, wasteplay

☽｡⋆ Her eyes turn a jade green when arroused

☽｡⋆ Safe Word: Potion

☽｡⋆ Uses 🍹 on Dash

Relationships && Stauses

☽｡⋆ Mixing Potions, Frantic

☽｡⋆ Happily Dating [2/3]: @welcome-to-maniac Changbin [Night Fury🐉] [12/25/23], @lunaaofthemoon [Pretty Girl🌙] [With Jooheon] [12/03/23]; Not Interested

☽｡⋆ Friend[s]: Leo [The Best💅🏽], Lelani [Snow Princess👑], Jay [Textbook📖], Jooheon [Teddy Bear🧸], Bonnie [Little Plant🪴], Ace [Polyglot Dictionary📚], @multi-esme Nikki [Sweetie💕]

☽｡⋆ Family: Heidi [Favorite Cousin🧪], @badbf-cb Minji [Big Sister👯‍♀️], Yoona [Blossom Princess🌺], @welcome-to-maniac Jeongin [Little Fox🦊]

☽｡⋆ Tags: #🍹emilia.txt [General Interaction Tag], #🎶emilia music [Music Inspiration], #🍹emila wants [Outside Reblogs], #🐈‍⬛brownie.txt [Brownie’s Tag], #💚happy birthday mother dearest~ [26th Birthday Tag, 05/27/23], #🌿happy birthday miss fabulous [27th Birthday Tag, 05/27/24]

☽｡⋆ Tags Part 2: #💚🩶embin [Binnie Ship Tag], #🐉💪🏽toothless [Binnie Shop Tag], #💛💚lunem [Luna Baby Ship Tag], #💛💚💛lunemjoo [Throuple Ship Tag], #🌙💕dearest moon [Luna Baby Ship Tag], #🌙🌿the moon family [Luna’s Family]

☽｡⋆ Faceclaim: @/ohkailno on Instagram

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

SENSES & OTHER SPECIFIC HEADCANONS.

MUSE:  Richard Oliver Mayhew

what does your muse smell like?

Warm and freshly laundered clothes. Some sort of pine-y, citrus, and minty cologne (I’m not good with men’s colognes). Occasionally butter, if he had just baked bread.

what do your muse’s hands feel like?

They aren't too rough, but they're certainly hands of somebody who's worked a lot with them. Mainly, he has some slight callouses on his palm and the tips of his fingers; often from his job at the bakery in the place he grew up in. They've softened a little bit since then, but they certainly still feel like capable and working hands.

what does your muse usually eat in a day?

Breakfast: Full English if he has enough time. If not then maybe some toast and eggs, or toast and bacon with a cup of coffee. Lunch: He doesn’t bother much with lunch. He eats whatever he can get his hands on and quickly munch on (I.e: usually sandwiches) Dinner: It depends on what he feels like that day. Pastas, Veggie Curries (He loves that especially), Fish n’ Chips, etc. Again, if he has time, he’ll go to a cafe for a cuppa or some coffee in the afternoon and maybe a slice of chocolate cake or just something sweet, really.

does your muse have a good singing voice?

It’s nothing professional or fit for stage, but he can at least hold a tune. Richard doesn’t usually like to sing in front of others. However, if you’re lucky, you may catch him humming or singing to himself as he does the washing up.

does your muse have any bad habits or nervous tics?   

When Richard’s nervous he tends to ruffle up his hair. If he’s sitting, you’ll usually find his knee bouncing up and down. If he’s really flustered or nervous, Richard may end up rambling and maybe stammering.

what does your muse usually look like/wear?

He doesn’t usually like to dress up all fancy. Richard usually wears a lot of warm and cozy jumpers (his dark blue one if his favourite), with a pair of jeans, and some brown Doc Martens. Frankly, his style doesn’t really change much, minus for the addition of a hoodie, his black leather jacket, or a coat and a scarf. Other than that, he’s very simple when he picks out his clothes. Occasionally, he wears a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up all the way to his elbow.

is your muse affectionate?  how much?  how so?

Incredibly! Especially if you’re somebody Richard is close to, he’s not afraid to show affection either through compliments, hugs, gentle bullying and teasing, etc. However, the best way Richard shows his affection is by doing his best to be there for you, even if it’s just to sit and chat, he’ll give up his time when you call.

what position does your muse sleep in?  

On his belly with one arm dangling off the bed and his face pressed up against the pillow. However, if the night is cold you’ll find him curled up under the covers and actually hugging his pillow.

could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room?

Depends. Richard tends to be louder and more energetic if he’s with people he’s comfortable with. His laugh, especially, would most likely be heard from another room. Richard also tends to be quite loud when he’s drunk or tipsy. However, if he’s by himself or with a stranger, his voice is modulated or too quiet at times.

tagged by/stolen: from my own old blog tagging: @vxctorx @dontcxckitup-m @ourpretender @mettleborn @kit-just-kit @honorhearted anybody else who would like to!

[noirofhyrule]

I can barely remember when I wrote this, however, it is part of the lore that I wanted to give to Wynter, a strong, solid and very positive woman despite the hard and cruel life that has been with her. Because it is something that I keep and remember that I once learned when I was young. Always be kind to everyone, even if life is not kind to you.

WARNINGS :  Angst-ish, confort, dunno i've never put warnings on my writing lol i come from Wattpad

Trauma

That night was one of the coldest and loneliest nights she had had in so long. She had even forgotten what it was like to have that feeling of a deep emptiness in her chest, which made her remember her life before joining the Task Forces. 

It was like feeling lost, without any encouragement, only anxieties and fears, past pains that had been blocked by her mind, being reminded every millisecond, where her head relieved them over and over again, not letting her sleep or even rest. 

Helpless, she grabbed her pillow and clung to it, as if her life depended on it, a way to keep herself sane and not be unleashed to panic, to give in to delusions and lose whatever consciousness she still had. 

Eventually, footsteps down the hall were heard. These were slow and heavy, which stopped in front of Wynter's door. 

Soft knocks were heard on the other side, startling the woman inside the room, keeping her alert for anything, not moving much from her bed. 

When there was no answer, the man opened the door and entered, finding Wynter in a fatal state. 

Her hair was a mess, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, her cheeks were sore and her nose was the same. The dark circles under her eyes were not small. She was tired, but she couldn't sleep. She felt exhausted, but her mind couldn't stop thinking. 

Simon, who saw her in such a deplorable state, left the cup of tea he had brought her on the bedside table and approached her, gently dropping his hand on her shoulder. Wynter had barely reacted, with a slight flinch at the physical contact of someone else. 

He lifted his mask just enough to let his lips free, to move closer and kiss her forehead. 

Maybe it wasn't like Ghost, but Simon cared for her, cared for her like Alejandro said he did, loving her and giving her his time to respond. 

"How are you feeling?" 

It was the only thing he asked, for he knew he would get no answer from her. It was a difficult moment after all, and he knew that words were never enough to make someone feel better. And he knew that perfectly well.

Gently, he sat down next to her and let the girl come to him so he could gently embrace her, it was as if he felt that any sudden movement could break her more than she already was. Like a porcelain doll. 

"It's okay, sweetheart. You're okay..." He hugged her a little tighter, holding her closer to him, to his chest, hoping that in his arms she could find some comfort while she stopped crying. 

He stroked her hair gently, noticing how brittle and unkempt it was, yet he didn't care. He fiddled with the white tresses that he thought were beautiful, even though she sometimes hated them. 

"I thought I was losing you" She finally spoke, and Simon listened to every word that came out of her mouth. Without interrupting her at any point. 

"That you had died".

He could feel her trembling and sobbing still in his arms, he could even tell she was grieving over her thoughts. 

What was it that was going through her mind that had her so upset? Only she knew. 

Still, Simon could not continue to see her like this, suffering, especially for him. It was as if a looping feeling came over him, of dying for her, but she would die for him. 

They could stay like this for as long as it took, he knew she would thank him for it. After all, Simon knew perfectly well that she needed to love someone to be her pillar to hold her up in times when she couldn't fend for herself. 

"I'm here, I came back for you". He whispered softly in her ear, in an attempt to bring her back to reality. 

"What will happen if you don't?" 

She asked back. Breaking away for a moment to look at him. Her face was still covered with tears, and her eyes looked red from crying. 

With a sigh, she nodded, however, they both knew well the risks of the job. Their life was a very high price they put on the table every day, where they didn't know if they were going to get it back. 

That's how Ghost had a very strong feeling of wanting to protect her. He needed to protect her. So he took Wynter in his arms again to be her shield, hugging her and pulling her back to him, he wanted her to feel loved in his arms. 

"I don't want to lose you, I've lost enough".

At this starting point, she had calmed down, more she just stayed in Simon's arms, after all she liked the comfort she felt in him, she felt safe. 

Simon nodded, she was opening up to him, something he always knew she had kept locked away, she was presenting it to him on the red carpet. And he was glad he could have her trust. 

"I'll always be there for you, Wynter". 

He paused briefly, leaning back on her bed. He smelled of her, a sweet, red-fruity scent. "Always". 

The fatigue was noticeable in both of them, the day had been too long for both of them. 

"You're not going to leave me?" 

Simon settled Wynter on his chest, while he removed the mask from his face, he needed some air.

 "Never". 

Convinced, he wanted to give her all the love and support she had been deprived of in her life. He knew how hard it was to experience abandonment from the people you should have counted on, and he wouldn't let anyone hurt her like that again, not if he had anything to do with it.  

"I love you". He said, "And I always will".

Wynter sobbed against his chest again; it burned to hear those words, but they were a pain that made her happy. She tightened her embrace against him as she nodded her thanks in tears, repeating it over and over again. 

Gently, Simon stroked her cheek with his thumb, wiping away the few tears that remained on her face. 

She was beautiful, seeing her face this tired was a poem, as if he was remembering something he had forgotten many years ago. 

And that feeling was down to earth, feeling lost, but hopeful. Hurt, but grateful. Lonely, but loved. 

To feel human. 

She was the love of his life and he would do everything he could to protect her and make her feel better when she was angry. He couldn't stand to see her cry, even when he did it with a smile and she laughed a little through her tears. 

"You are beautiful".

He told her with a soft voice and eyes full of love.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen".

He wanted her to know how much he appreciated her.

That made her smile, a little wryly, looking into his eyes. "Even if I'm crying? Or if I'm upset about something so stupid?" 

Simon nodded. "Even then" he said confidently. She could be in her sweatpants, her face full of tears and her shirt stained with food, and he would still think she was the most beautiful, perfect woman in the world.

He found it impossible not to adore her, because she was the most amazing thing in his world. And he wanted her to know that she was perfect just the way she was, even if she didn't believe it herself. 

He hoped that his words might reach her in her moment of insecurity, and perhaps make her see herself with more love and kindness....

Simon felt a deep satisfaction as he watched her try to wipe away her tears and calm herself. He could see the emotions running across her face, the pain, anguish and sadness. But her desire to go through them to find calm and inner peace, her determination to overcome them, was a beautiful thing to behold.

He loved watching her try to find the strength she needed to overcome her feelings of pain, sadness and grief; it showed how strong she was as a person and how much her resilience to pain and suffering meant to him. 

They don't know how long it was, or when it was that they both fell asleep, in each other's arms, not until someone had to go and wake them up. 

"Simon, Wynter. Are you awake? Price wants you to make a report on your missions-" 

Opening the door and seeing them asleep together, Soap sighed and decided to let them rest.