#the hand gesture doesn't mean anything it was just the best looking position since I can't draw hands yet

[ceiling-karasu]

Halloween in Flower Hill: Bamsaegi as Mulsajo

[bitchimasnake-sss]

nsfw alphabet ft. monkey d. luffy!

set-up: no set up, just a collection of short nsfw drabbles featuring the most himboest himbo in town <;3

warning: nsfw themes (obviously 😭); mdni thankyouu <3

💟aftercare:

look, luffy sleeps in the middle of actual fights. there's no fucking way this man can stay up after y'all are done fucking (esp. if you've gone for a couple of rounds already). it's not too bad, since you get too tired too and he gives the best cuddles when he's passed out. just get used to getting the aftercare in the morning because that's when he checks up on you, get's you both some food (v.v. imp)

💟body part:

his favourite part of you: he is actually infatuated with every aspect of you but holy shit your tits??? he might actually be clinically obsessed with them. whenever you're cuddling, his hand finds your boobs (even if it's just to hold onto them lightly). he doesn't give a fuck about sizes and will 100% go on them for hours (i think it's his oral fixation lmaoo) his favourite part of himself: he loves his arms. other than the fact that they are one of his major weapons in any fights, he can see how you silently stare across his biceps when he's just helping around the deck. you always hold onto his arm when you're out in public too. he also loves when you get so pent up that you end up driving crescent cuts in his arms and shoulders as he fucks you.

💟 cum:

luffy's a nasty, messy man. do what you will with that info. he will cut off an arm and a leg just to finish anywhere on you whether it's inside, on your face or on your chest. just knowing that some essence of him remains on you drives him feral.

💟 dirty secret:

he's probably addicted to your smell. this sounds weird but i def think he's one of those people who steal their girlfriends underwear and then get off of them. like if he goes into the shower right after you and can smell your lingering shampoo and soap then he will fuck his fist as if it's you.

💟experience:

luffy was a complete dumbass in anything sexual but yk he is willing to learn anything that pleases you, so, once you teach him just what he's supposed to do, he will practice it on you till he reaches perfection. be prepared for a fuck lot of practice sessions tho.

💟favourite position:

i think his favourite position is missionary. he's a simple man. you're pretty as fuck and he's obsessed with your tits, what else is he supposed to do? but he's down to try just about anything and everything if you ask him to.

💟goofy:

goofy and luffy sound similar for a reason. im not saying he's giggling and kicking his feet as you go down on him but if something embarrassing happens, he needs atleast five minutes just to laugh it out. he doesnt do it in a mean-spirited way, ofcourse. he's just a silly little dude and that was funny.

💟hair:

on you: he literally doesn't care. it's totally your decision. if you wish to keep it shaved/trimmed, great but if you cannot be bothered, then that's more than fine too. he is more than excited just to have you to himself, he doesn't really care about anything more than that.

on himself: again, he doesn't really care. but incase you say that you wish he kept himself a certain way, then he'd go out of his way to pay heed to your preferences. your wish is his command.

💟intimacy (how romantic is he during it?):

luffy isn't a inherently romantic person. romance and love for him come in the form of small moments and acts of kindness rather than gigantic speeches and gestures. so in the traditional sense, he isn't romantic. but he will always make sure you're comfortable and feeling well. and to him, that is peak romance.

💟jack off:

he has a very very high sex drive and he quickly learnt that you can't exactly keep up with that so, he usually masturbates whenever it gets too much and you're not available. prefers your hands over his tho. so, like, he only does it himself if he absolutely needs to. otherwise, he would beg and whine till you please him.

💟kink:

food play (he loves you, he loves food, whats not clicking??) i think he definitely has a mommy kink (except he wont actually call you mommy. he's just act submissive and let you do whatever.) he loves to do whatever it is to please you when he's in that sub headspace but normally, he can get quite absorbed in the way he's feeling (especially when you're giving him head), so, dont blame him if he goes a teensy bit overboard.

💟location:

literally anywhere or planet earth or even beyond earth for that matter. just give him a surface to fuck you against and he'd handle the rest. in terms of favourite, i definitely think he's just sticking to the bed cause it keeps you comfortable and gives him enough safe, secure place to do whatever.

💟motivation (what gets them going):

anything and everything 😭🤭 his turn ons are so random. like you could be just chilling, talking to some crew member and suddenly he has this blinding urge to fuck you and there's nothing you can do about it.

💟no (things they are completely against):

although he's down with whatever, he won't do the classic stuff like scat, age play (extreme) or anything too disgusting. i think he's also pretty apprehensive about hitting you in bed cause he knows his strength and it feels against his entire moral code to hurt a woman. especially the woman he is in love with.

💟oral (prefer giving/receiving, how skilled are they?):

luffy goes both ways. he loves when you give him oral but he is also physically obsessed with you and will spend hours on end against your aching cunt, so, he likes going by turns. he doesn't even have to fuck you for real, just having his face pressed against your core as you rut on him is enough to make him cum in his pants. but since he's so impatient, i think he just prefers 69ing for the efficiency of it lmao (and also your moans feel so delicious against his weeping cock, please don't stop).

💟risk (how risky are they):

omg risk is the very essence of who luffy is. his risks are not even calculated, he just does shit that feels right to him. so, please do not object when you are exploring abandoned streets in an unknown island with him and he pines you against the wall and whines in that soft voice of his to have you right there and then. it also doesn't help that he doesn't feel embarrassed like ever. so, if you ever get caught he's just gonna laugh it off.

💟stamina:

ooooof, his stamina is insane!! can easily go a couple of rounds without feeling much fatigue. but he gets distracted easily, so fuck him before he gets too hungry to keep going lmao as for how long can he go for? i don't think he can hold off his orgasms for long, so, he cums fairly fast but he can push through it and keep going for a good while.

💟toys:

luffy didn't personally know much about toys till one night the boys got drunk and sanji asked them if any one of them owned a pocket pussy. he might have bought one the next time the landed on shore and well, he isn't afraid to admit that it's a handy little tool. but he doesn't know any more about toys than that. and he only got to know more once you started dating him and told him about it. he's not insecure to use toys during sex because he knows what he brings to the table. but he would pout if you fuck yourself with a toy instead of just asking him to give you some sweet sweet relief, so just dont do that mkay?

💟unfair (how much do they tease):

holy fucking shit this man LIVES to tease you. skimming touches, feathery kisses, endlessly toying with your cunt. he does it all. but do NOT tease him cause he can't stand it so, he would either lose patience and fuck you his way or he will get so overwhelmed that he would start whining and crying, begging you to ease up on him. both are good options tho 👍🏼

💟volume (are they vocal during it):

YES!! luffy is super vocal in bed. you make him feel great and he's not too shy to show it. i mean who tf will judge the would be king of the pirates?? he also adores your moans and whimpers too because all he wants is his pretty girl to feel good, obviously. (also when you tell him how good he's fucking you, that puts him over the edge because i just know he has a praise kink)

💟wild card (random headcanon):

luffy gets fucked out so easily. like literally, even if you have just been making out for like 5 mins then also his shirt will be halfway open, eyelids droopy, lips swollen, cheeks red, the whole sha-bam. so even if you both did nothing more than some pg-13 makeout, the entire crew will think you just fucked his brains out. evidence: 7th of august, 8:53 pm "ew." nami makes a face of disgust, "can you not do it before dinner? you're both nasty doin' it right before you see us." "we didn't do anything!!" you defend yourself before nudging luffy, "right luffy?" but he's in a daze, too blissful to say anything but: "uh yeahhh" ussop is holding sanji by the shirt like a rabid dog when zoro walks in. his eyes are lidden with sleep. he gives you and luffy a look before saying, "don't fuck before dinner, that's nasty." "we didN'T FUCK-"

💟x-ray (whats going on under those pants):

look he's the rubber man??? does it matter??? but no, i think he has a pretty decent size like im thinking 6" but definitely a bit more thinner. he also has a slight curve to it.

💟yearning (how high is there sex drive):

VERY HIGH. very fucking high. he's like an animal in heat or something except its all year long.

💟zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards):

he's passed out before you can say "that was so good" he's asleep and you should sleep too, you can compliment him when he wakes you up in the middle of the night for something or the other. go sleep. seriously. i see you reading smut on your screen. go sleep.

a/n: thinking i might make a sfw list too lol. if i do, ill add the link here! thankyouu to anyone who reads the stuff i write lol, you're the coolest

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Guarded Desires: Part 7

Fandom: Star Wars - The Acolyte

Pairing: Padawan!Qimir x Princess!Reader

Summary: After an assassination attempt on your mother, she’s asked a favor from the Jedi Council to watch over you and your family until the assailant has been caught. As a result, your mother’s old friend, Master Vernestra, has her padawan, Qimir, be your bodyguard. Based off my imagine here.

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There was no going back now. You and Qimir kissed and now everything is all jumbled up.

It kept you up that night. His hands holding you, his lips against yours, the way he looked at you after. It was too much.

You toss and turn in your bed, trying to find a comfortable position. You think of anything and everything that doesn't relate to Qimir and yet your thoughts still lead back to him.

You sigh as you roll onto your back, staring at the ceiling of your temporary room. You grow annoyed at this guilt eating away at you. Yes, you feel guilty. Guilty for seeing Qimir in such a way. Guilty for causing him to break one of the biggest rules in being a Jedi. Guilty for, despite feeling guilty, you also don't regret kissing him.

It's all so messy.

You roll onto your stomach, burying your head into your pillow and screaming into it. You then hear a knock at your door and you shoot up in surprise.

You sit up, grabbing your robe, and wrapping yourself in it. You quietly rush to the door. It opens to reveal Qimir.

You gulp and immediately step back, "Qimir, wh-"

"Your thoughts are so loud," he murmurs, "I can hear you spiraling. I feel your restlessness."

You feel guilty again, "I'm sorry. I just-"

"Do you regret the kiss?"

You hesitate, but slowly shake your head, "No. I feel guilty for putting you in a difficult position, but...I don't regret the kiss."

He steps into your room, the door closing behind him, "You didn't put me in a difficult position. I was the one that asked for the kiss."

"Why are you here, Qimir?"

He looks down, avoiding your gaze, "Master Vernestra is sending me back to Coruscant."

Your heart drops, "What? Why?"

"She immediately sensed a change in me. She looked into my head, saw the kiss," Qimir's shoulders sag in defeat, "She's sending me away."

"When?"

"Tomorrow morning. A new Jedi will be assigned to you and-and I'll never see you again."

You go to your bed to sit down, your head in your hands, "I'm sorry. I never wanted this to happen!"

He sighs, walking over to you, "Princess-"

"My father warned me to remain professional with you. To stop trying to be your friend and distance myself, but I couldn't. I-There's just something about you that made me want to know you and keep you close."

Qimir kneels at your feet and reaches up, cupping your face, "I know what you mean. Ever since I first saw you, I felt a pull towards you. I tried my best to remember the Jedi code, but...I struggled. I fell for you, Y/N."

You felt tears welling up in your eyes, "I don't want you to go, but I also don't want you to get in trouble even more. Being a Jedi is all you ever wanted-"

"It was...until I met you."

You can't help but feel your heart beat faster at his words, "Qi-"

"Let's just stop talking about. Let's just enjoy this last night together. Please," his words sound desperate, broken, and pleading as he leans in to kiss you, but you lean back.

"Qimir, is that really a good idea? You're already in trouble-"

"Exactly. Why continue staying away when I'm already going to get punished anyway?" He senses your hesitation, "We don't even have to do anything. I just want to spend these last moments for you." He runs his thumbs over your cheek and you melt under his touch.

You crawl further onto your bed, laying on one side. You gesture for Qimir to follow you and he does. He lays down beside you and pulls you into his arms. You cup his face this time and lean in, pecking his lips. When you pull away, he chases after your lips. You can't help but giggle as he kisses you again, deeper this time.

You sigh when you pull away, "I wish we had more time," you whisper against his lips.

"I know. I do too," Qimir murmurs in reply, kissing your forehead and holding you tight. You two spend the rest of the night light that, holding each other, kissing each other, and pretending that this will be the last time you see each other again.

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"Qimir was called back to Coruscant, so Nira will be protecting you, Princess Y/N," Master Vernestra gestures to the young Jedi woman beside her.

You show no emotion as you nod, "Thank you, Master Vernestra,"

Your father made no effort to hide his delight of Qimir's absence, "Well, now you won't be as distracted, eh, starlight?" He nudges you with a jovial expression and you roll your hands into tight fists to keep yourself as composed as possible.

"Yes, father," you grit out. You take a slow deep breath and then ask Vernestra, "Have there been any updates about the suspects?"

The Jedi master nods, "Yes. We've found a majority of those who took part in the palace attack. I'm confident that one of them knows who is responsible for the assassination attempt on the queen."

"Does that mean we can go back home?" You're desperate to go back to living life a best you could. You need something to distract you from thinking about Qimir. You can only do so much at this Jedi temple.

Vernestra nods, "Yes, however, you should all still remain vigilant."

"Of course. We'll do whatever you think is best, Vernestra," your mother says.

The Jedi master excuses herself and Nira joins you. She gives you a polite smile and bows, "Your Highness."

You shake your head, "That's unnec-"

"She's showing you respect. Unlike the other Jedi-"

Your mother interrupts your father with a stern call of his name and hard look in her eyes. He scoffs and waves off your mother.

You're not sure why, but your father hasn't been as loving towards your mother like he used to be. He's changed in the recent years. He's become more uptight, uncaring, strict, and unloving to your family, but especially you. You're not sure if it's due to the rising conflict across the planet or the council breathing down his neck, but your father isn't the same man he was when you were growing up and it hurts. You're sure it's hurting your mother too. Your sisters, well, they never knew how your father was before, so you feel as though they are lucky to not witness the change. However, you are happy that they aren't subjected to the same treatment that you receive from him.

After you're excused, Nira follows you as you head to Aspen and Ada's temporary rooms, "I'd like to spend some time with my sisters."

"Of course, Your Majesty," Nira says as she walks behind you, never beside you like Qimir did.

When you enter the rooms, Ryker stands and bows, "Your Highness."

You give him a polite nod, "Are they behaving?" you ask with a smirk as you sit in-between them, both playing with their dolls.

"As best as they can be, Princess Y/N."

You chuckle and poke Ada's side and she giggles, "Stop, Y/N!"

Aspen tugs at your sleeve and you turn to her, "Yes, Pen?"

She leans in, whispering into your ear, "Who's the lady?"

"She's the Jedi that will be protecting me."

Ada's brows furrow in confusion, "What about Qimir?"

You look at her with a frown, "He had to go back to Coruscant, so Nira is his replacement."

"Why?" Aspen asks.

"He had to continue his training so he can be a Jedi Knight."

Ada asks, "But what about the wedding?"

You look at your younger sister with confusion written all over your face, "Ada, what are you talking about?"

Both Ada and Aspen sandwich you as they explain, "You said you like Qimir and Qimir likes you!"

"And you two were supposed to get married!"

Your eyes glance as Nira and Ryker as they watch you from the side of the room. They both have neutral expressions on their faces. You have no doubt they know why Qimir was sent away and you feel ashamed.

You clear your throat and interrupt your sisters' rambling, "Girls, girls. Please. Qimir and I...we're just friends. He-" you pause as your words get stuck in your throat. You clear your throat again, "He and I will never be married. He's going to be a Jedi and-and Jedi can't have those types of relationships."

The twins' shoulders slump in disappointment. Ada plays with the hem of your dress as she mumbles, "I was excited to wear a pretty dress for your wedding."

That makes you laugh. You kiss your precious sister's head, "Oh, sweetheart, you'll get your chance some time in the future. Just no any time soon, okay?"

[thelampisaflashlight]

Dress Down

[Based on this ask I sent @iamthecomet , Rain is more than a little obsessed with the way Dew is dressed for their ghouls night out at the bar.] Below the cut.

If there's one thing Aether's good at, it's finding a decent bar in the middle of nowhere; He's like a bloodhound for booze, if such a thing could exist, and, while any place would do given how long it has been since the pack has gotten to go out in full force like this, he doesn't settle for anything less than the best.

"Best" being pretty much anywhere that can tolerate their loud, obnoxious asses for more than an hour before trying to kick them out.

Admittedly, though, this outing isn't exactly a celebratory one -some of them might be celebrating, but if they are, they won't dare to say it out loud- really, it's more of a means of destressing and perhaps unpacking a bit of the events that unfolded while they were on tour.

Sister Imperator's death, Copia stepping down from the title of Papa and stepping up to take his mother's place as Frater Imperator... Really, it's a mixed bag of emotions all around, and none of them are quite sure how to feel about, well... everything.

Least of all the older, more seasoned ghouls, who had already witnessed what "retirement" had meant for the previous Papas, though they were mostly hopeful that Copia would not meet the same fate as his predecessors now that his new position was solidified.

Mountain, for example, had breathed a sigh of relief seeing the placard on his office door change from Papa IV to Frater Imperator and not "Papa V", not quite ready to accept life under new leadership just yet.

Now nursing a bottle of lager, the earth ghoul has pressed himself into the corner of the cozy, red pleather bench he's sharing with Cumulus and Cirrus, looking more flushed in the face than expected after only one drink, but, despite appearances, the man's always been a lightweight.

On the opposite side, Swiss is talking to Aeon and Aurora in an animated fashion, hands gesturing wildly as he tells some tall tale or another that's probably only a hair away from the truth, and Dew can't help but roll his eyes when he sees the younger quintessence ghoul looking at the multi ghoul all doe-eyed, thoroughly enraptured by his story.

Personally, Dew's not really in the mood to be out on the town tonight, like Mountain, he's thinking a bit too much about what's to come, too stuck in his head about the what ifs and when's of the situation to really relax and enjoy himself.

He's trying though; Holding a sweaty glass of whatever cheap piss the bar had on tap, because- "No, Aeth, I'm not doing shots with you after what happened last time!"- he'd rather drink something closer to water than relive that experience again, he takes little sips, cringing at the bitter taste.

He's never been much of a beer drinker, he used to be, kind of, he was really more of a "anything that gets me wasted" drinker, but he's toned it down over the last couple of years to the point that certain types of alcohol just don't appeal to him at all anymore, beer least of all.

He gives a bigger sip and sticks his tongue out, hearing Swiss laughing at him from the booth, flipping him off when he sees him whisper the word "princess" under his breath.

"You should get something you'll actually like instead of trying to impress literally no one by drinking shitty beer." Aether says, slipping the glass from his palm and downing it himself, "Eugh, at least something better than this swill... Try a cocktail or something."

Dew grimaces, "Fuck no, I feel sick just smelling anything sweet anymore, plus I don't want a nasty hangover tomorrow..."

"Just switch it up, yeah?" Aether suggests, then whispers, "If you just want a fancy soda, I won't tell anyone else otherwise... I know it's hard not to drink when everyone else is."

"I appreciate that..." Dew says, giving his friend a genuine smile, "I'm okay drinking tonight, since it's a special occasion, kind of, just gonna take it easy though, ya know?"

Aether nods and claps him on the shoulder once before heading off to join the others, scooting a chair over to the table so he doesn't have to take a seat away from them.

Dew considers his options.

He could just order a fancy soda or a mocktail, Hell, the bar even had that weird canned water that looks like a tallboy can of beer, but he keeps the idea in his pocket for later, and instead orders himself the sweetest looking glass of rosé he can find on the drink menu.

He sips it slowly and lets the liquid coat his tongue.

Sitting at the bar with his drink, Dew can't help but feel like a bit of wallflower; Everyone else around him seems to be having a good time, and even went through the trouble of dressing up for the occasion and he's just...

Dew looks down at his outfit, at his lightly stained hoodie, his black skinny jeans with holes in the knees -and another, smaller one near his crotch that is subtly hidden by the black of his boxers beneath- that have seen better days, and his ratty Converse sneakers with dark smudges on the white rubber tips.

He doesn't exactly scream fashion when compared to Swiss, who's wearing a borderline gaudy silk shirt and tight slacks that leave little to the imagination, or Cirrus, who is absolutely rocking a very low cut shirt, braless, and jeans that could very well just be painted on with how closely they hug her curves...

...Or Rain, who took two whole hours to get ready and now looks like the goth nightmare queen of his fucking dreams.

Rain, who has been cozying up to the bartender for the last hour or so, giggling and batting his long lashes at her in an incredibly unsubtle way that is certainly NOT making Dew jealous whatsoever and-

"Aw, fuck."

Dew curses as a bit of his wine sloshes out onto his pant leg, not enough to lose his drink entirely, but enough for him to feel the splash of it against his thigh as it all seems to hit exactly where the rip in his pants is.

Standing up almost urgently, Dew makes his way to the bathroom in hopes of blotting up the mess before it can trickle down his leg and make it look like he pissed himself, but, as soon as he manages to slip inside and shut the door... he hears it open behind him just as quickly.

"You alright?" Rain asks, looking less concerned and more... Dew isn't really sure how to place the expression on the water ghoul's face.

Between his glamour and the make-up obscuring his familiar features, Dew's a little at a loss for what the face he could be making could mean, but the tone...

"I'm fine."

"Good."

Rain closes the door behind them and locks it in one swift motion, briefly walking over to examine the stalls before returning to Dew and-

"Rainy, what are you doing-"

-dropping onto his knees in front of him.

"You've been driving me crazy all night, baby." Rain purrs, running a hand down both his legs, pressing a kiss to his knee, "Dressed up all cute..."

Dew feels a heat creeping up over his face.

"Me? Cute? What, no, I'm..." Dew flusters, "You're the one that's driving ME crazy, Rainy. Look at you."

"Yeah?" Rain coos, "You like what you see?"

He leans back for a moment, putting himself on full display; The flouncy white shirt with the ruffled sleeves, the black corset, the lacy skirt rucked up to expose the black and white socks underneath, and Satanas, the heels...

Rain looks sinfully gorgeous, and here he is, on his knees, telling Dew that HE looks cute, no, there's just no way-

"Can I taste you, Gumdrop?" he asks, leaning in to squish his face against the wet patch on his inner thigh, inhaling deeply, "Please?"

What kind of man would Dew be to deny someone as pretty as Rain what he wants?

"O-Okay..." he whispers, and no sooner do the words leave his mouth, than does Rain's latch onto him, nibbling at him through the whole in his jeans, "Rainy!"

"Shhh..." Rain shushes him, "You have to be quiet, okay, sweetheart? Or do you want the whole bar to hear you, hm? Make a big scene of the door being locked and have them wondering what's happening in here..."

Dew groans as Rain moves to undo his zipper.

"You're so sensitive, you know that?" he teases, "I haven't even gotten my mouth on you properly and you're already ready to give me everything, aren't you?"

"Can't help it...You're just so... so beautiful..." Dew whines as Rain eases his pants and underwear down just enough to expose his ass -and disappointingly not his cock- to the cool air of the bathroom- "Rainy-"

"Said I wanted to taste you, didn't say which part~" Rain says, standing smoothly and bullying Dew up against the counter between the sinks, he stumbles a bit as the other tugs his jeans down further and flushes when the other drags him up with an almost comical, "Upsie-daisy."

Dew feels his back press into the mirror behind him as Rain forces his legs up in the air, and has to slap his hands down on the marble to keep himself from sliding down, "Really, this is-"

He doesn't quite get to finish his sentence before Rain dives in, earning a gurgled moan from Dew as he feels Rain's clever tongue lap at his hole.

"Not fair, Rain, I should be-"

Rain pauses, breathing hot, wet air onto his skin, chuckling, "You should be what? The one fucking me?"

Dew sinks into his hood a bit, mumbling, "Y-Yeah..."

"Hm... Let me think about it..." Rain pretends to consider Dew's request, then with a happy chirp, dismisses the idea entirely, "No, sorry, don't think so, love. Maybe later, but you're not the one who paid off the bartender to make people use the other restroom for the next hour."

"You d-did that...?" if Dew wasn't blushing before, he was certainly pinker than his rosé now, "That means-"

Rain leans over top of him, coming nose to nose with the ghoul on the counter, "She knows I'm fucking you? Yeah."

"Told her you were gonna spill your drink on yourself as an excuse to sneak into the bathroom with me in case she didn't believe me, and then you just happened to pour just a liiiittle bit of wine on your pants and run off..." he says, rubbing their faces together lightly as Dew feels Rain's long fingers tickle his sides, "...Just a tiny wave of my hand and just like that, you're all mine."

"You-"

"So if you think I'm going to let you top after all the effort I went through putting together this outfit and locking this place down, you are sorely mistake, mon cheri~"

"Oh no..." is all Dew manages to say before Rain sets about taking him apart with his mouth again.

It's not long before he's moved again, pressed against the wall, legs spread with his pants pulled down awkwardly to give Rain enough access to slam inside of him as he holds onto him for fear he might tumble onto the floor, unable to bring his legs together to wrap them around Rain's lithe form thanks to his strong arms holding them apart.

Rain is relentless as he pounds into him, and Dew feels the back of his head bump into the tile with every other motion, until Rain shows mercy and hooks one of his legs over his hip and cushions the blow with his hand.

It's a difficult position to maintain, and Dew's pretty sure aside from Rain's impressive grip strength, the other thing keeping him aloft right now is his dick, and something about that has Dew's brain going more than a little screwy.

He's entirely unprepared for when Rain cums inside of him, shockingly cold and a reminder that, right, even in his glamour, Rain's still a water ghoul, and his seed is nothing if not colder than the depths of Hell's frozen lake.

Dew shivers and latches onto Rain, curling against him in a desperate search for warmth, and he finds it in the gentle kisses Rain gives the side of his face.

"Come on, baby, your turn, your turn, Dewdrop."

It's hardly the most impressive orgasm he's ever had, but it's certainly one of the gentlest, and as he dully becomes aware of how he's managed to cum so hard he's painted the front of Rain's silly, flouncy blouse, he can't help but laugh a little.

"You're going to get punished for that later..." Rain clicks his tongue, "For now... gimme your hoodie."

"Can't..."

"Oh? Why not?"

Dew looks up at him coyly, "'m not wearing anything underneath it..."

Rain makes a hurt sound in the back of his throat, "If I'd known that, I would have insisted you took it off first... Oh well, let's see..."

He slides his phone out of his shirt, checking the time, "We still have another fifteen minutes..."

"Rain?"

"How about I give you your punishment now?"

"O-Oh-"

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"Geezus, Froggy, you doin' okay, you keep looking like you're gonna fall off the sidewalk the way you're moving..." Aether sighs, pulling Dew upright as the shorter ghoul lurches forward for the third time on their walk home -none of the local cabs would take them... shocker- "I thought you weren't going to drink that much tonight?"

"Didn't..." Dew cringes, pinching his eyes shut and stopping entirely for a moment before regaining his composure, "...Remind me to get rid of these pants..."

Aether furrows his brow, then whispers, "Did you fucking piss yourself or-"

"No!" Dew shouts, drawing the sluggish attention of their drunken friends and one all too pleased looking water ghoul, lowering his voice, "No... It's just... Rain... Inside... and it's..."

The quintessence ghoul looks between Dew's flushed face and Rain's smug grin and puts two and two together easily, "While we were at the bar-"

"No, while we were walking home just now- Yes at the fucking bar!" Dew hisses, "...Twice."

"Rain!" Aether calls over to the ghoul, earning a panicked, squeaky, "Whatareyoudoing-" from Dew before the ghoul motions for him to come over and, "Take some responsibility and carry your boy home, will ya??"

And that's how Dew finds himself hoisted up onto Rain's back -thankfully not fully up onto his shoulders- and, in a way, getting to be on "top" for the first time that evening.

Swiss, despite being piss drunk, takes time out of his busy schedule -trying to climb every light post they pass by- to walk beside them and tease him about just that, albeit none the wiser to the events that unfolded in the bathroom.

[enixamyram]

I have tried really hard to ignore anti nonsense. I just wanna focus on the good and positive side of this fandom and just enjoy the series in general. But it's also hard bottling up thoughts when I'm used to ranting for the sake of getting my thoughts and feelings out and moving then on.

So I'm gonna put a couple reactions to Anti-Related Hazbin things under the read more just to get them out! Because my god, some of these are bullshit!

Chaggie - I've seen so much bullshit citicizm for this ship. People claiming they're boring or bland or badly written and I have yet to see a legit reason why other than that they don't have any typical relationship drama (which, for the record, I personally am so relieved about) or because they're not being overly affectionate every five minutes of screen time. And you know, this especially drives me crazy because they have some of the sweetest little gestures, whether it be holding hands, hugging, swinging each other round or even just the constant damn heart eyes they have when looking at each other in the background! They're so damn precious and if you can't see that, you don't know what a legit established relationship is supposed to be past the honeymoon phase.

Charlie - People once again have claimed she's badly written. I don't know why people seem to hate happy kind hearted females so much but I have seen this exact complaint about many characters who are similar to her. None of which are actually badly written. They're just not the new stereotype "bad asses" that seems to be the only acceptable way to write a female character lately. Which is ironic since a lot of the so called "bad ass" female characters I have seen are often so one dimensional. Yet we have Charlie, a kind hearted but also sometimes naive girl who is doing her best while also learning with the rest of her friends and ya'll are gonna try and claim she's not amazing? The more I rewatch the show, the more I wanna reschedule my favorite character list because there's not a second I don't adore having her on my screen.

Niffty - This one really makes me want to slam my head against the wall. I have seen so many people complain and claim she acts like a child. Bare in mind, I've just watched episode 3 - you know, the one where Niffty is fully ready to throw herself into the BDSM that Angel takes them to. The only thing close to evidence that I have seen for her acting like a child is the episode where she gets drunk except she's still not acting like a child there, she's acting like a drunk! When some people are drunk they're silly and dumb and very "child-like". Otherwise, the only reason I think people call her a child is because she's is literally small like one. Yet, if you actually look at anything past her basic physical appearance, she's a crazy murder machine and I don't know many children I can also give that title to.

Angel - This is so old and everyone else has said this all so much better than me but I just really want to repeat: Just because it's not YOUR representation doesn't mean it's BAD representation. Just because you dealt with your sexual assault in a certain way does not mean everyone deals with it that way and it sure as hell doesn't give you a right to dismiss others. I have seen so many people say they identify with Angel's character and his hypersexuality, so it is so annoyingly arrogant to see people trying to shut them down entirely because Angel's character isn't portraying their personal reactions. It's just so amazingly self-centered to be saying that if you can't personally relate to it exactly, then it shouldn't exist at all. Seriously, grow the fuck up.

Loser Baby/Poison - Again, this has been said so many times before by other people but I'm gonna add/repeat. Some people take these songs and videos so damn literally. I saw someone claim Angel was happy during his dance with Valentino in Poison which apparently made the whole character a contradiction? Completely ignoring the parts where he's clearly miserable or the part where he's clearly putting on a fake smile or even the part where he all out says he dissociates to get through. And then you have Loser Baby where people are outraged that Husk call Angel a loser and is apparently trying to compare their situations? I mean, he's obviously not saying they're situations are the same if you think about it for more than two seconds. Like, are you seriously this literal? If I said the message went over your head, would ya'll look up?

[circinuus]

I read your dad Fyodor post and I was wondering if instead of reader getting with Dazai it could be reader getting together with Akutagawa?

fyodor with a daughter dating akutagawa

0.5k words. fem!reader

❥ since the post in question involved reader as fedya's daughter, i'll write fem! reader for this one too! hope you don't mind, nonnie

the dad fyodor post

Now I'm wondering just how Akutagawa my boy ended up with a Dostoevsky. Regardless, I trust that you take care of him well <3

No matter who his daughter is seeing, Fyodor is protective by default. Natural fatherly instincts aside, he has this viewpoint about how humans are foolish and sinful. Crime is as natural as living and breathing, so humans need to be 'saved,' and the world needs to be 'cleansed.'

If that is truly how he views humanity, I don't think he will deem any person worthy to be romantically involved with you. Even if they're a literal saint.

Bonus points if you're a non-gifted, and if you have nothing to do with his Fyodor-typical criminal activities. You're the closest to being 'sinless' and father! Fyodor doesn't want you to get tainted by anything.

Tough luck for Akutagawa because he's a gifted and he commits crimes for a living💀

Again, father! Fyodor will be more protective and controlling than brother! Fyodor. Simply because the sense of responsibility and belonging is bigger, and he has more power in his position as your parent.

See? Your dad just wants the best for you <3

The whole 'you-are-not-worthy-of-my-kid' aside, Fedya sometimes uses Akutagawa as a pivotal piece in his grand schemes. I feel like he won't specifically dislike him, but he absolutely loves you! That being said, father! Fedya might indulge you and let you meet your dearest Akutagawa—until he finds him better off dead than alive in his quest of creating a world without ability users.

The man, as pale as the winter in your homeland, with steps as light as its snow—your father approaches your disconsolate state. As cold as his appearance may appear, his gesture is warm as he drapes his dark coat over your trembling self, a hand resting on your shoulder while the other comfortingly rubs circles your back.

"What did I tell you? The world is just as sinful as it is unfair," he said. "Sacrifices are eventually inevitable. But it's okay за́йка¹, you're safe with me now," he hushes your silent laments as a hand moves to pet your head.

I mean—look at what happened to Aku in the manga// I'm so sorry, I just love making this man evil.

Alternatively, Fyodor will make an exception because Akutagawa looks very polite :) Just for your fondness for your beloved, he might pull some strings and, let's say, exclude Akutagawa from whatever disaster he is planning for the detective agency, the government, or the Port Mafia.

Akutagawa can be such a sweetheart. I think if he ever gets the chance to meet father! Fyodor, he won't be intimidated, as per se. But he will try his best to be respectful. Because duh, Fyodor is the father of his s/o—as long as he doesn't know his soon-to-be father-in-law might pose a threat to the mafia and/or his sister.

Akutagawa does have this traditionalist vibes and so does Fedya. He obeys people he respects too. So anon you're up to something, this might actually work??

зайка¹ and any other diminutives of заяц (ZAyats)—bunny rabbit—are used when speaking to loved ones, very close friends, and children (source). //cmiiw

honestly, i'm interested in hearing everyone's interpretation of fedya's character. figuring out this man got my brain in a backflip ngl i just kept on making him kill everyone🥲

♡ @ashthemadwriter

[ketastore]

poly flower and ruby and you

gender neutral, 2nd pov

headcanons

i love these two lesbians

✩

- oh my god they love you SO MUCH!!

- these two girls love spending every damn minute of their time with you. they both have very creative hobbies and they would be so happy if you could join them!!

- ruby and flower are into cute and girly things. fashion, glitter, flowers... they love to look pretty and often do tiny makeovers for each other. you're not into such preppy stuff? too bad bro. get ready for HOURS of shopping, with ruby and flower putting you into cute outfits and rating how good they look on you. they love dolling you up

- flower definitely made you three AT LEAST a dozen of matching sweaters (each suited for a different occasion, duh!!)

- very very supportive and protective of you. they're your number one fans!!! they both have very unique ways of hyping you up too. ruby relies on small gestures that ease any nervousness or anxieties you might have, like holding your hand or gently reassuring you. flower on the other hand is very aggressive (in the best way possible ofc) she literally just grabs you by the shoulders, shakes you and yells how much she loves you and how you're the best, coolest, smartest, prettiest, etc hehehe

- also yes they stand ZERO hate against u. someone talking behind your back, bullying you or otherwise making your life miserable? your girlies have no mercy. either ruby beats them up or flower spreads some nasty career-ruining rumours about them

- these two love to gossip. nothing bad of course, that'd be below their level. but sometimes you are quite impressed by the amount of knowledge your GFs have on a random person you barely know lol... and of course they love to share all the recent tea with you >:) also don't worry if you have no idea what they're talking about, i don't know either!

- flower and ruby are very confident and don't feel any shame for whatever they do! be it how they present themselves, their hobbies, their style, their love for you, anything really! they're both quite loud, literally and metaphorically. if you don't have this attitude yet, they will definitely try and pass it onto you somehow. it's totally fine if you're more of a reserved person of course, they just don't want you to have any self doubt or low confidence :( you're literally the most amazing person in their eyes!

- they both flaunt you a lot in public. they love talking about you with others and always say the nicest of things. they're just so proud of you!! ruby and flower get so happy when all three of you go outside, holding hands and being all lovey dovey. they're like yes!!! everyone look at my awesome partners!!! they're the best!!!

- lots of PDA. nothing crazy or sappy, just some small kisses, hand holding, affectionate words... they won't do anything if you tell them to, of course (they would be SO sad if they ever made you uncomfortable! >_<) they just enjoy showing everyone how much you mean to them!!

- depends on whether or not you're a fan of physical contact in general, but after a long day of looking slay and pretty the girls just love to cuddle until they fall asleep. if you're up for it, they will totally invite you into their cuddle pile! it doesn't matter what position you prefer, it changes pretty much every night since none of you can sit still for too long

- because you guys sleep on one king sized bed, lots of shenanigans happen during the night. you might fall asleep sandwiched between the two, dozing off and feeling all nice and cozy... but then then you wake up hours later, cold and on the other side of the bed. flower is now sleeping on the floor (probably got kicked out) and ruby is hoarding all the blankets for herself. sometimes the roles switch though..

- ALSO, obviously, just one bed isn't always big enough for three people, that's why you guys sometimes make huge blanket forts that end in brutal pillow fights (flower usually wins, she's vicious)

- lots and i mean lots of gifts between you three. ruby and flower both like those simple homemade ones, as long as there's a good meaning behind them. and yes flower gives you sweaters all the time, what else did you expect?? ruby on the other hand likes giving you small trinkets that she's found :D

- overall your relationship is very cute and girly and spontaneous!! the girls have a lot of energy, so i feel like in a way it's ideal for them to have more than just one romantic partner y'know? :O

- it depends on what your personality is like, but you can either balance their chaotic energy with your calm composure OR you can further magnify it and thrive in this girly madness with them... it's all up to you!

- just know that you will never have a boring day in your life with these two girlies by your side >:)

[the-rxven-king]

1,4,8,11,23,24 for your Rook? 👀

w au gh absolutely!!! and for funsies heres a screenshot of him! his name is nekros ingellvar!

also gonna put most of my answers under a read more so i dont fill up peoples dash! im a yapper lmao

1. How old is Rook?

i think hes physically in his late 20s or early 30s! im not super set on a specific age for him just yet, especially since backstory wise hes a resurrected undead so he might be older than that in all actuality

4. Which faction did they join, and why? How long has it been?

hes a mourn watcher! he's been there as long as he can remember (which is only a few years. the whole being dead and coming back to life thing has resulted in him having amnesia, and he doesn't remember his life before). he joined the mourn watchers because he was actually raised by emmrich and the mourn watch and the necropolis was kinda all he knew! and by raised i mean. literally raised from the dead. and he relearned all his speech and mannerisms from him so he stands similarly to him, gestures similarly, and has a similar speech pattern, although sometimes hes a bit more disconnected and distant than emmrich is. hes still relearning emotions a tad.

plus, he does feel that not only do the dead deserve proper respect and souls to be cared for properly, and he also thinks the living should enjoy the time they are given and to not allow any undead to take that from them too soon. life and death can be harmonious and should be where they can be, but protecting the living from meeting death too soon is of utmost importance. he knows what death can take from people, hes experienced it first hand in that he doesnt even know who he was before the mourn watch and the necropolis, so its important to uphold that peace and balance best as possible.

8. What makes Rook a good leader?

its kinda interesting cause like..... nekros really Doesnt feel like the leader type to me. like he feels as much as i feel you were chucked into this position way too quickly with no explanation and just kinda had to fuckin do it because no one would look anywhere else. but i think him being a bit disconnected from his emotions is actually a boon in that case? cause otherwise, hed be anxious and not taken the role. he was anxious about it, it wasnt something he ever expected to do nor wanted to do, but sometimes youre the only one who acts because you have absolutely 0 self preservation and no sense of true risk but also the mind to keep things logical rather than following his heart too closely. emmrich wishes he would allow himself to connect a bit more to those things because he really shines when he does, but nekros just isnt used to it yet, it frightens him a little. he keeps an even head, knows how to be perfectly polite when it comes to people of some authority, and that is all he needs for now other than other people always looking at him and forcing him to keep taking this position than anything else. truly truly truly my mans is like the guy who was put on a group project and was not named team leader and was so happy about it and was content to listen and follow like he always has but then no one was doing anything and he didnt want to get a bad grade and Had to step up in order for something to be done, thats really how it is

23. What does Rook wear in the off hours? Do they like dressing up?

ooooh i have some screenshots of his current downtime fit actually!

i think it suits him! but generally, his taste is things a bit more rugged and worn through, things that feel like they have history. though, of course, he does take after emmrich a lil bit in that he prefers to look put together sometimes as well. things that are sleek and well fitting, but i just havent found a fit in game thats both the proper colors i want him to wear AND has that look yet aside from this! its a lil more oversized on the arms, but it has a certain put together-ness i know he would enjoy. and the feathers! a lil nod to deaths harbingers, the ravens.

colorwise, he likes blacks, browns, and jewel tones! preferably purples or greens, tho not whatever fuckin tone of purple and green the mourn watchers got going on in their downtime fits theres smth wrong with those to me idk why

24. Does Rook have any nightly rituals before bed?

god this is one i havent really thought about..... he truly just feels the type to just flop over? into bed? like hes like my day is done time to rest and he just gets in bed, lies like a corpse, and conks tf out. though over time, if hes having an ok day, i do think hes a bit more methodical about things. little more careful with how he treats himself, making sure hes got clothes and everything ready for the morning based on his plans, lets himself read a few pages in a book he picked out, just little things. but nothing he must do every single night or it feels off. he might treat himself a bit more and have those sorts of nice self care things once hes reunited with emmrich (which just happened in my game, im a bit behind in playing it) and once hes with lucanis

[funnyp3rson]

Enchanting-Henry Hart-1

♧ The Danger Begins ♧

[~ So, you don't want the pine cones?

No, Hen, we don't want the pine cones. ~]

 A group of four teens were gathered in the Harts house, working on homework. Well, were supposed to be working on homework.

"Hey, did you guys hear what Captain Man did yesterday?" The curly haired boy, Jasper said excitedly. This caught the blonde boys attention.

"Can we focus on algebra?" One of the girls, Charlotte said as she gestured to the multiple pieces of paper messily placed in front of her. The other girl, on the other hand, had her head rested on the arm of the sofa, sleeping peacefully. Which wasn't anything new.

"There was a fire at the pet store and Captain Man just ran inside, right through the flames, and he saved all the animals. He didn't even get hurt!" Jasper said in awe. The Hart boy was listening attentively to the other boy, sparing a glance to the blonde girl next to him.

The blonde girl was no other than Henry's best friend, Briana Smith. Who he has known since the start of school. She was only there for the company, having no interest in homework. Meaning she would sleep as Charlotte worked her way through the assignments.

"Captain Man never gets hurt, he's a beast." Henry spoke while typing on his computer.

"You know, someday, when you guys are cleaning my swimming pool because you failed this algebra test and then flunked out of school, I hope you guys remember this moment, because I will." Charlotte scolded as she stood and whacked Briana with a pillow, effectively waking her up.

"Hey, I don't hit you with pillows when you dream about Sebastian Stan." She yawned, stretching and lifting her head from the fabric.

"Look who decided to wake up after, oh look, three extra hours of sleep." The blonde boy teased. She only smacked his arm and sent him a glare, not yet awake enough to retaliate.

"Ha, ha you're hilarious." She deadpanned. 

He ignored her sarcasm. "Hey, here's a cool job I can do. A foot model." He said as he placed his foot in the coffee table.

"Absolutely not Henry, I will murder you myself for even considering that as an option." Briana responded while pushing his leg off the table. He huffed and childishly stuck his tongue out at her, causing her to do the same back.

Jasper had moved to the kitchen during their dispute. 

"You guys," He asked. "Can we go over the list for my birthday party?"

The two girls groaned while Henry closed his computer.

"Sure."

"No." The girls spoke simultaneously while rolling their eyes. Briana never had fun at Jasper's parties, there was always something bound to go wrong. Like it's been cursed to be a disaster. Don't get her wrong, she loved Jasper, but his parties just never went as well as a normal party should go.

"But I invited 52 people and no one has texted me back." Jasper complained. "What does that mean?"

"Oh, Jasper." Briana answered sympathetically and moved to the stool by the counter. "It means they don't want to go."

"But my parties aren't that bad."

"Aren't that bad?" She looked bewildered.

"Christmas. Three years ago. Fifteen kids ended up in hospital." Charlotte explained.

"Because of your raw turkey." Henry added.

"It was turkey sushi."

"Jasper, turkey sushi doesn't exist." The Smith girl groaned at his stubbornness.

"A boy almost died."

"Almost!" Jasper protested, clearly losing the argument.

Henry groaned, already fed up with the turkey incident.

"Okay, if someone finds me a job they can have..." He trailed off. "This bowl of pine cones." He said picking them up from their place on the glass table. The bowl of pine cones excited no one in the room but Jasper Dunlop.

"Why do you even need a job?" Charlotte questioned, standing up from her position on the floor.

Briana shook her head, "Charlotte, Charlotte, Charlotte. Why does anyone willingly give themselves up to physical labour."

All three of them answered at once.

"Money."

"He wants money."

"I want money."

Briana smiled in agreement. Charlotte nodded her head.

"Moneys good." She agreed.

"Can we please talk about my birthday?" Jasper pleaded.

"Jasper, I'm really not in the mood to talk about parties." Briana spoke, annoyance laced her every word.

Jasper stared at her cautiously, knowing that she was a force to be reckoned with when she was annoyed.

Before anything else could be said, Mrs Hart walked down the stairs.

"You okay, Mrs H?"

"Oh hey, Briana, what are you doing?" She asked.

"We're doing homework." Jasper smirked.

"Are we?" Charlotte remarked.

"No we're not." Briana said, Charlotte glaring at her when she was finished speaking.

"I'm not interrupting. Henry I just have a question about your underwear." Mrs Hart said while holding up a pair of Henry's underwear, showing it off to a very embarrassed blonde.

Charlotte and Jasper went on to ask Henry's mom about his underwear as Briana went to put her hand on Henry's shoulder to comfort him.

Henry's sister, Piper, barged into the room, complaining about something. The four of them were used to her violent nature and complaints. Out of all of them Piper could only really relate to Briana, since she had always had Pipers view on her nine year old drama.

The girl started rambling her problems out to her mom. Henry was glad of the distraction since she had put his underwear back on the pile of clothes. Briana's hand rubbing his back never stopped, so he was calm.

"So Henry, about your underwear-"

"Very funny." He sarcastically laughed.

"Aw, guys, Henry's embarrassed." Briana said with a baby voice.

"Shut up."

The two teens stuck their tongues out at each other, again. They returned to the conversation just as Piper was complaining about how she wasn't okay. Something she said often.

They both got off from the couch to join the others in the kitchen. Henry was quick to change the subject from Piper to himself.

"All these jobs say I have to have skills!" The boy exclaimed.

"You have lots of skills!" Jasper said trying to help the frustrated teen.

"Yeah like, breathing, eating, drinking, showering- actually not even showering." Briana listed off.

"Oh my God!" The blonde groaned. "I'm not good at anything!"

"That's probably the most realistic thing you've ever said."

"Not helping Bri."

Charlotte took the computer and started to browse for jobs.

"Hey Hen, here's one for a place called Junk N' Stuff. And look, no skills required." She said as she turned the screen towards him. The blonde shot out of his seat and ran out the front door.

Thirty seconds passed before he returned.

"Charlotte gets the pine cones."

"But I don't want them."

"So, you don't want the pine cones?"

"No, Hen, we don't want the pine cones." Briana answered for Charlotte.

"Here Jasper take the bowl." Jasper squealed at the bowl of pine cones.

"Anyway, wish me luck." He said walking towards the door.

"Good luck Hen." Both girls said at the same time.

"Okay, that was weird so I'm gonna go and go to that interview, bye."

"I'm gonna go too, bye." The Smith girl stated.

They all said their goodbyes as Jasper continued to squeal.

--------♡---- Time Skip ----♡--------

The girl only lived a few streets away from the Harts so the walk wasn't long.

The Smiths were a well known family, as they were generous and wealthy. But what they didn't know was that their picture perfect family had a broken frame. 

What they didn't know was that Briana's mother wasn't her mother. 

Briana's mother had died because of a super villain that had tracked her down. They originally lived in a town called Hiddenville. 

Ever since her mother's death in first grade, she has been dependant on her friends. More on Henry than the others since they've been friends since she moved to Swellview.

Her father was a nice man but craved the feeling of a family, so it was only in his nature to remarry after his wife's tragic passing. 

Daniel had decided to marry the first woman that looked appealing and motherly. What he didn't know was that Kaya Harpon was a gold digger. A cheat.

So when they married, Kaya was delighted to be called a Smith with money embedded into the name. 

Briana only became aware of her true intentions after their honeymoon, when she came back and immediately went on a shopping spree until her credit card was maxed out. Then she would return asking for more money then would disappear for a few months only to come back for money. Those were the only time Briana would see her and every time Kaya would spot something that was wrong with her whether that was her attitude, weight or even just the cleanliness of her room.

What Briana didn't like was that her step-mom didn't even try to be nice to her around her father, and that her father didn't pick up on Kaya's schemes.

After a while, they drifted apart. Only ever seeing each other in the hallways of their large house.

Opening the door to her bedroom, Briana took in a breath at the room she had spent so little time in recently.

Lying on her bed, she unlocked her phone and scrolled through apps looking for a new poster for her wall. Preferably with Sebastian Stans face on.

Her time was spent looking at her phone and listening to music. 

Her finger hovered over Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter. Finally, her finger met the screen, the beat reaching her ears in seconds.

Now he's thinkin' about me every night, oh

Bopping her head along to the beat she stood up and closed her window.

That's that me espresso 

Hermusic was cut off by her phone ringing. Seeing the caller was Henry, she picked it up immediately.

"Hey, Hen, how's it going?"

"Um yeah about that I haven't even done the interview yet."

"What."

"I know but some cryptic dude just told me to 'go back'"

"Okay don't do anything stupid."

"I won't."

"I'm coming over."

"What wh-" Henry spoke but was cut off by screaming.

Briana had hung up, and was out the door without wasting a second.

If anything had happened to Henry then there would be some problems, well, not for her.

The narrow street where Junk N' Stuff was located wasn't very pleasant. But the junk inside the shop was any hoarders dream. The dinosaur that spat fire at the customers as they walked in took Briana off guard.

"Hey." She said as she approached the counter, the cashier drinking out of a straw.

"Hello." The cryptic man asked.

"I'm here for the job." She lied.

"Go back."

"What?"

"Go back." He repeated, leaning over to give his plant his straw.

"Okay." She said a bit disgusted that a grown man was drinking out the same straw as his plant.

She went back and went to the elevator. Grabbing a nearby bat, she pressed the button and entered it.

She pressed the down button, questioning where Henry could be.

The elevator suddenly jumped to life, plummeting down. Briana was screaming bloody murder the whole ride, until it made an abrupt stop. The doors opened revealing a shaken Briana huddled in a corner with a bat held tightly to her chest.

"What the fu-"

"Bri!"

"Henry."

"What are you doing here?"

"I told you, to see how you were doing with the interview."

"See, I don't remember that conversation."

"Well I meant to say it." She said while he rolled his eyes at her antics.

Briana only now took in her surroundings. She was in a bright red and blue room, with technological devices covering the walls. Henry was in a red and blue suit with his hair gelled back.

"Okay-um what's this place."

"This is the man cave. I'm Ray Manchester and I'm Captain Man, this here is Kid Danger. Now say your goodbyes and look at this memory wiper." He said as he pulled out a long gun-like device.

"Wait, memory wiper."

"Dude, you can't wipe her memories."

"Yeah."

"But she found out."

"Yeah, okay, I would've found out anyway. Henry's a terrible liar."

"She's right man."

"Okay, only if she can pass the pickle test."

"The pickle what-what."

A few minutes later and Briana had met Bork, who was incredibly strong and had sealed a pickle jar so she could try and get it open.

"Okay, so, all you have to do is get the pickle out of the jar."

As they were talking she took her time to analyse the jar.

"How long has she got?" Henry questioned.

"She has two minu-"

A smashing sound cut him off. Briana picked up the pickle from the floor.

"Here's your pickle."

"So is she staying?"

"Yeah, she's staying." He said still in awe at the violent teenager.

Henry celebrated Briana's victory while she shrugged.

[cybernet-boy]

Scared Sniper x Ted (Tankmen)

um u mmm angst ....

Steve stared at his half pint of beer , it was probably warm by now . gross . He grunted when a hand clapped his back .

"Whats bothering you ? You've been staring at your drink for the past twenty minutes . " Oh , it was captain . He pulled up the seat next to Steve and sat , waving down the 'bartender' for a drink .

Steve shrugged taking a sip of his beer , he was right it was warm. He set it down . " Just thinking ." His captain nodded leaning his head onto his palm . They stayed in comfortable silence until the bartender set a drink down in front of the captain .

" I don't know why he doesn't just say something."

John had raised the glass to his lips for a sip and placed it back down confused at the sudden interruption of silence . "Who ? "

Steve smacked his hand on the wooden table , "Skit !! I mean he knows that if he says something about Ted then we'd give him a new position or some shit but he wont even stand up for himself ! "

Cap shrugged trying to find the right words for this situation , it wasn't like he didn't know . Practically everyone knew atleast a little about how Ted would treat Skit it wasn't really a secret . " He's a grown man we can't really force him to tell us anything , if he wants to then he will "

"That's the thing ! He wont ! He's so .. so .. " Steve gestured around trying to find the right words . He shook his head and took another sip of beer. "Can you imagine the other day i saw him in the showers , covered in cigarette burns ? "

Cap tilted his head he had heard but he hadn't seen .

" So i ask him , right ? I ask him if he's okay an' if it was Ted hurting him and he cant even look me in the eye muttering about some he loves me shit" Steve sighed " I just don't get it . I want to help him but he wont let me. "

Captain drummed his fingers on the table,he could see where Steve was coming from it wasn't really like he was okay with it either but as a leader he had to turn a blind eye . " Steve .. I know this bothers you but we really cant get in between them . Ted is one of our best and he knows ALOT about us - don't look at me like that , you know its true . What if we kick him out and he takes all that to the other side ?"

Steve opened his mouth to counter but he knew Cap wasn't lying , Ted had been with them since the start .

The captain went on " We cant prioritize helping Skit when we have a war going on "he gestured around him , he sighed when he saw how disheartened Steve looked . He placed a hand on his shoulder. "Look i want to help him and i know you want to help to but we cant if Skit doesn't even want to help himself."

Steve groaned Cap had some pretty good points but that couldn't and wouldn't make everything okay and just knowing Skit was probably getting smacked around- "i need another drink ."

Cap nodded " Me too."

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It's been an inordinately long time since he's properly been in a hospital - honestly, taking Loona would have been the first time in ... a while. But even a lifetime later, and in fancier accommodations than anything he's ever experienced, some things remain the same: the stringent, antiseptic smell; the way the floors seem to absorb and bounce noise all at once until you feel like you're in a different reality. Like you're drowning on dry land.

Blitz notices his heartbeat picking up just a little, and once he takes a second to think about it, it doesn't surprise him. He'd been - preoccupied ( out of it, dissociating, whatever the fuck you want to call it ) until now, but in the quiet, when it's just him and Stolas, all the little hospital things are prickling under his skin. Now that he's noticed it, though, Blitz can shove it into that dark corner of his mind where he keeps everything else he doesn't want to deal with. This isn't about him - he's not just going to keep being the selfish, unworthy fuck he's always been.

Stolas needs more from him than that. And somewhere along the line - was it just today, or has this been brewing for so much longer? - Stolas has slipped in among the ranks of those he wants to be better for.

It fucking terrifies him.

Absently, Blitz returns Stolas' gesture, rubbing his thumb in expert little circles against Stolas' hand, a motion ingrained with practiced ease over the years. He didn't think his joke would go anywhere, and it's probably for the best. Yes, he's honed his humor to be as distracting as possible, but only because he's made it that annoying. This really isn't the place for that, is it ?

I meant everything I said. Blitz tries to breathe around that; he had a feeling that would be the case, but having it laid out between them, now that they have the time to examine it - talk about it - the weight of it crushes his lungs a little.

❝ ... Okay. ❞ He doesn't mean to repeat himself from what he'd said before, but Blitz can't just not say anything. His tail continues to fidget with the bed's railing, but he doesn't seem to notice. He's too busy looking at Stolas' face - then looking down at his hands on the sheets.

Fuck, all his body wants to do is run. Pretend that none of this happened, that things could just go back to normal - but what the hell even is normal anymore? What has normal ever been for them, when it comes right down to it? The question isn't even if Blitz wants this anymore - it's if he can fucking own it.

❝ So to, uh, y'know. Clarify. You ... want to - date ? ❞ It's kind of a no shit thing, but - well, he needs to hear it. He doesn't know why, but something surprisingly soft and strangely sad behind his ribs - something that feels young and confused - needs to hear it. ❝ Like - the whole nine yards. The real deal. ❞

He knows, now, that he cannot lose Stolas - it's simply unacceptable. But as far as Blitz knows, crossing this particular line - going from a place of rules he knows how to navigate to one where his usefulness is much more vague and much easier to fail out, is the surest way to make that losing someone a reality.

❝ It's not - you know it won't be easy. Ozzie's - that's just the start of it. And - I wouldn't blame you if you can't - y'know. Be seen with me. I don't ... I don't know what to do with it, but I get it. I've done a lot of shit that no one should be proud of - and ... they weren't wrong. There's a shit ton of difference between our - places. Personally, I don't give a shit what anyone says, but I think you're in a position to be - way more hurt by it all. ❞

He still can't meet Stolas' eyes, and part of him wants to throw himself in the green fire of his dreams and burn alive from the way he feels so - straightforward. Raw. Like he's showing Stolas his soft parts and trying desperately not to flinch around them.

❝ Just - I can't ask you to make sacrifices like that for me. I won't. ❞

While it's not the first time he's set foot in a hospital, it is the first time Stolas had been a patient. Even when Via had hatched, they'd had a doctor come to the house to check her over, make sure that everything was as it should have been. And they'd incubated her at home; he had spent so much time with her even then, reading her stories and singing to her, even while she was still growing inside her shell.

But being a patient is a much different experience than being a visitor, one that he doesn't particularly want to get used to. It's relatively quiet in the room; he can hear the bustle beyond the door, though he's quickly able to adjust to tune it out, the way he does with most things when he's not at home. There was nothing in this hospital right now that was more important than the two of them in this room, right now.

He sees Blitz looking around, but before he can ask what he's looking for, the other picks up a glass off the bedside table, and pours water into it. Stolas watches as he holds the glass out to him, and the owl starts to try to prop himself up. He hadn't managed to move very far when Blitz is there, propping his head up with one hand, helping him with the glass with the other.

Stolas drinks deeply, more grateful for the gesture and the assistance than he can say. He lifts his free hand to help steady the glass, and quickly drains it, the liquid already helping to clear the cotton from his mouth.

The owl manages a little smile in response to Blitz's attempt at bluster even as his hand goes to find his again, but he has a feeling they're both too raw to fall back on their usual defenses. Any mask he could have tried to pull on felt broken, shattered. He didn't want to hide behind a mask, though, not with Blitz, not after everything.

Ever since that night at Ozzie's, Stolas had been trying to be better about respecting Blitz's boundaries. That was something he hadn't done as well as he could have in the beginning. He had done his best to let Blitz initiate any sort of touch between them, ignoring the fact that there were times he felt like he might die without some sort of physical touch, even if that was just the brush of a hand against his, a hand on his arm, anything.

But right now, he needed that touch, that little piece of comfort. And after everything they'd said on the way here…., he hadn't felt as guilty about reaching for Blitz as he would have before.

Blitz finally answers his question, reassuring him in his own way that he's fine, telling him that he should relax, which Stolas knows will likely be difficult, in his current environment. Still, he nods, listening as Blitz mentions that he hadn't seen any cameras before giving him the other news that Stolas needed to hear in order to even attempt to relax. Blitz had Moxxie and Millie checking in on Octavia, and Stolas swallows hard, letting out a slightly choked-up little laugh when Blitz mentions he should be getting a five star review for full service.

In any sort of normal circumstances, Stolas would have taken that bait, would have turned the phrasing around on Blitz, teased him about just how full service he was. But nothing about this situation was anything normal, and he doesn't have it in him to tease, not when he was trying to show Blitz that he genuinely wanted more from this, from them than …. well, that. He'd said a lot on the way here, but this felt….different, now that they actually had….time.

When he hadn't been sure if he was going to make it, he'd poured his heart out, not wanting to leave things the way they had been. But now that he could say the wrong thing, now that Blitz could just leave if he wanted to, Stolas can't help but be a little…..anxious. Like he'd told Blitz…., he didn't want to fuck this up.

If Blitz's tail fidgeting was any indication, he might be feeling something similar. Which, as absurd as it was, helped. Because if they were both worried about what they were going to say, how things were going to go…., then they were in it together, even if they had to stumble along to find their footing again.

Blitz asks if he remembers the ride over, and Stolas manages another soft smile. "I do," he murmurs, shifting just a little, so he's better able to see Blitz, even from his position on the bed. "I meant everything I said," Stolas adds, thumb brushing softly over the back of Blitz's hand. He'd been in a lot of pain, but he'd bared his soul to Blitz. Though if he needed him to…., he'd do so again. As many times as it took for Blitz to believe that he cared about him, that he wanted what they had to be real more than he'd ever wanted anything in his life.

[mykingdomforasong]

Skysolo and 14 for the casual affections ask? 💕

[Prompt list] [rebellion-era, relationship status is kind of up to interpretation here, rate T]

Luke had learned what the different controls on the Falcon's dashboard did a long time ago. Some were consistent with his X-Wing, and others he'd seen Han handle enough times to figure out on his own. Still, Han insisted on over explaining every component of it from the Co-Pilot's seat.

"Han," Luke said, rolling his eyes at another explanation, "I'm a great pilot."

"With an X-Wing, and that's barely a step up from a speeder. You've never flown a freighter like this before, kid." He fiddled with more controls that Luke was sure didn't need to be fiddled with. They barely broken through the atmosphere, and were enjoying a nice sub-light cruise around the planet. Even if Luke had never flown anything before, there wasn't a thing to worry about. That didn't stop Han.

"A lot of the controls are the same," Luke said. "Don't you trust me?" He asked.

Han slipped out of the co-pilots chair and crouched a little next to Luke, draping his arm over his shoulder. Luke thought he might just yank him out of the seat all together.

"Well, sure I trust you," Han said, "I just worry about your level of experience."

Luke huffed. "I have plenty of experience, and you know it. I've been flying since long before we even met. I just think you don't like flying co-pilot."

"I don't have any problems with being co-pilot," Han said, standing up straight, leaving just a hand on Luke's shoulder.

"Oh please, you've done nothing but try to annoy me out of the captain's chair," Luke said.

"That's not --" he started. "Look, I'll fly in any position, I'm versatile."

Luke smiled and leaned forward to adjust some controls. "Sure, Han."

"Just because I have a preference for piloting doesn't mean I can't co-pilot. I'm worried about your piloting skills here. Flying on Tatooine or in an X-Wing is a lot different than out here." Han sat back down in his seat.

Luke picked up the speed, jetting out into open space, taking tight banks and looping the ship for fun, keeping an eye on Han's face (a palpable mix of fear and entertainment).

"Seems the same to me," Luke said. "You could let me pilot more often, just to prove it to you."

"Prove what?" Han asked, his arms crossed in front of him.

"That I'm good at this," Luke gestured out to space, "and maybe even that you like the way I pilot."

Han mumbled something.

"Hey, I'm good at this and you know it!" Luke said, almost yelling at him.

"No one's denying it, kid!" Han yelled back. They were quiet for a moment as Luke brought the ship back to a cruising speed. "Do you like flying her?" Han finally asked.

Luke shrugged. "She's a good ship. Not as impressive as you like to boast." Luke smiled, hoping to show Han that he was (mostly) teasing.

"Your brain is full of blue milk. She's the best ship in the fleet." Han rubbed the dashboard as if the Falcon was his pet.

"Yeah, well, I'm the best pilot," Luke said.

"No," Han said without hesitation. "Best gunner, though," he added, a little quieter than the first part.

Luke smiled. Complements from Han were rare, superlatives even more so. "So, who is the best pilot then?"

Han rolled his head towards Luke, before slowly and affirmatively pointing at himself. It was, of course, the answer Luke expected. "And!" He added quickly, "the best co-pilot."

"I won't tell Chewie you said that."

"You'd better not. I like my arms right where they are," Han laughed. After a second, Han let out a deep breath. "Alright, kid!" He said, leaning forward to power up the sublight thrusters. "Here's your chance to prove you're a better pilot," Luke bounced in his seat with anticipation. "You do a good job, and I might just let you do it again some time."

That was a possibility Luke couldn't and wouldn't pass up. Based on the smile he caught on Han's face as they jetted off into space, Luke knew he'd done a good enough job to impress him.

[og-danny-dorito]

[ Elo!!! May I have a matchup for Final Fantasy VII and XV with male preference? (SFW and NSFW) ]

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of course! spoiler alert i paired you with the blondes i swear to god it wasn't on purpose LMAO

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⚠️𝕋𝕎⚠️ : NSFW under the cut

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ℂ𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕕 SFW:

- he's very quiet blunt most of the time, but doesn't really step out of line unless he needs to which contrasts your personality surprisingly well

- the two of you are essentially opposites but somehow make it work? like you understand what each other mean without really having to say anything and it somehow just works out that way skdnfk

- you're also one of the first people to make him like. genuinely laugh. he genuinely finds you hilarious

- except when you make puns. he makes a point to groan out loud when you make puns.

- lowkey could lay in bed with you all day if you wanted. he may be an ex-soldier who's used to waking up early but he loves lazing around in your arms for hours on end

- warning: he gets jealous kinda easily if you spend too much time on your phone and don’t pay attention to him but like on the downlow

- like you'll be watching a video with him while laying in bed and he'll just. slowly move his face farther into your field of view

- he doesn't like talking so expect a lot of silent gestures to gain your attention like placing a hand on your shoulder, curling his arm into yours, nuzzling his chin into your neck, etc etc

- not big on PDA cause it makes him anxious and he gets red just from holding your hand around others, but is all over you when you're behind closed doors

- loves your hugs the best since they make him feel safe, even if he has to bend down to your level

- also, he wont kill the creepies but he will bring them outside for you. he might try to wave them in front of your face to scare you a little bit but a threat to rock his shit is enough to get him to behave

ℂ𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕕 SFW:

- he's a bottom, your honor

- NO jk jk but fr, he's kind of submissive

- he likes that you're domineering, and he likes that you don't tolerate shit, so he'll intentionally get a rise out of you just so you end up taking it out on him later

- favorite position is cowgirl/boy since it's very uh. versatile.

- switch with a bottom leaning so if you're feeling stressed or frustrated or anything he is 100% willing to have you take it out on him

- kind of into degradation both ways? like he's not going to be downright hateful but he will tease you for being desperate if you're being not-so-subtle about your intentions with him

- he likes a partner that'll bite back when he says something, so if you refuse to go down without a fight you bet your ass he's going to do his best to win

- likes to get you to the point where you're begging and whining for him, breaking whatever bratty front you're putting up and getting you to fold beneath his touch

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ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕠 SFW:

- YOU LIKE TO MODEL? HE LIKES TO PHOTOGRAPH YOU

- who better to photograph than his favorite person ever in the whole world?? he already takes enough pictures of you on the daily, so why not have you pose for him??

- he makes sure you look just as heavenly in his photos as you do to him, and keeps them in a special album thats dedicated just to you and things you might like

- prompto has no shame. none. if you're embarrassed about your dancing this mf will intentionally make himself look like an idiot so you feel more comfortable

- yall probably do a lot of cringey couple shit like get matching sweaters and shit but its mostly because he makes you participate with the help of Puppy Eyes

- also he... he likes that you're short

- he doesn't intentionally like to be an asshole but on the off chance that you've done something to warrant his Mild Wrath then he'll intentionally put shit on higher shelves then watch you struggle because you refuse to as for help

good way to get back at him is to prank him by placing a bunch of fake bugs on shit. works every time.

ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕠 NSFW:

- no because,,, the HOLD you have on this dude

- ITS LIKE A GENUINE ISSUE he'll literally do whatever you want

- prompto is already experimental by default, so whatever crazy or outlandish ideas you have are pretty much on the table for the most part

- he's a bit of a bottom, no matter how much he denies it, and tends to beg a lot if you tease him

- his voice cracks and tears pool in his eyes when he feels you pull away from him, his body overstimulated and hypersensitive from being denied the contact he wants for so long

- kind of embarrassed about it but he's into voyerism rp. like, the concept of sneaking around and taking pics of you and then getting caught and punished for it drives him WILD

- its not often that he tops, but when he does he's usually pretty gentle and tender with you

- he doesn't like to hurt you unless you really want, and even then the most he'll really do is maybe spank you or very LIGHTLY slap your face if you ask

- fair warning though: the dude's like a rabbit. his stamina is through the roof and his refractory period is insanely short, so if you're in it for the long run you've got a long night in front of you

- he apologizes the morning after when you can't walk after, but we all know he's gonna do it again skdjnkj

[ 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝔽𝕠𝕣 ℝ𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘! ]

[apompkwrites]

in your arms || aether, bennett, chongyun

masterlist characters: aether, bennett, chongyun genre: fluff summary: in which their s/o is in desperately need of cuddles. notes: ah i miss cuddles :(( if you can't tell from how i write cuddling, i'm big on physical affection like hugs and stuff. can't do that now tho :( also, hun is a petname i use like... all the time. idk man, i just really like it :D

aether -

i feel like this boy gives some of the best cuddles.

i like to think he's the "older" twin out of the two.

on the coldest nights of their adventures, him and lumine would cuddle up next to each other next to a fire to keep warm (platonically of course).

if you're in teyvat after he's lost his sister, he'd put everything into those cuddles.

he misses her so much and he hates the idea that one day, you'll be gone too.

although he held high statuses in both mondstadt and liyue, aether still preferred to camp outside the city limits.

something about the calm and quiet outdoors brought peace to the otherworldy traveler.

and you never really minded it.

as long as you were able to be next to him, you were content with any living condition.

luckily, it never really affected your nightly cuddles with the blond :)

one day you both split up to handle separate commissions, right?

one brought him all the way to mondstadt while yours required you to head to liyue.

this commission, however, was one you didn't particularly enjoy.

it wasn't because you couldn't handle, because of course you could.

in fact, it was purely because of the neverending stress building on top of you.

so once your commission was complete, you definitely were in need of some good ol' aether cuddles.

you waited for him by your usual spot, the aching feeling in your chest growing more unbearable as time went on.

until eventually--

"(name)! sorry, did you wait long?"

"we brought you some food to make up for it!"

the familiar voices of of your beloved traveler and his emergency food companion called out to you from down the path.

aether was running over to you with paimon in tow.

and you, desperately wanting to wrap your arms around him, ran over to him and met him halfway down the path.

before he could talk again, you had already jumped into him and were squeezing him as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

"wh-whoa! (name)?"

instinctively, he'd wrap his arms around you.

he wouldn't need to ask about how your commission was, he could already tell by how tight your grip was around him.

"c'mere."

he'd pat his hands on your legs, signalling for you to jump up into his arms.

and, of course, you do.

he still needs to set up your tent and all, but he doesn't want to let you go either...

next best plan? just build the tent with you in his arms.

it'd take him longer than it normally would since he was busy holding you, but he'd get it done.

paimon definitely wants to tease the two of you, but she'll save that for tomorrow when you're feeling better :)

once paimon disappears to wherever she goes, it's just you and aether in your tent beneath the moonlight.

you're both accustomed to the hard floor beneath your tent, but that never mattered.

all that mattered was that the two of you were together.

if you're still awake, he'll whisper some stories of how his day was and what happened during his commission.

i like to think his go-to position for cuddling would be the honeymoon hug?

i mean, like i said before, cuddling is something that reassures him that you won't be leaving anytime soon.

so something like that type of cuddling where your both holding each other is his absolute favorite.

but if you're in need of comfort, he'd be laying on his back with you on top of him, his arms wrapped around your waist and hugging you close to him.

he likes to talk to you, surprisingly.

i mean, we've seen how quiet this boy is.

but with you, he'll talk to you even after you've fallen asleep.

"i know today's been kind of rough on you, hun... i hope just being here with me, holding you close to me, is enough to help comfort you."

bennett -

bennett... has absolutely no experience in cuddling whatsoever.

you'd have to be the one to help him out.

he's always afraid something will go wrong due to his bad luck that he's tried his best to stay away from intimate things like that.

plus, he's also very energetic and jittery so cuddling isn't something that's crossed his mind to begin with.

you'd be the one to show him all of the different positions you could do, include those where you're just sitting next to each other.

he's definitely touchy since he's never experienced this before.

still kinda hesitant though because of his luck ://

he needs a lot of reassurance from you before he even thinks about fully cuddling in his sleep.

in fact, a lot of the time it'd be you who's cuddling him after a bad day.

i think his favorite position before fully allowing himself to cuddle would be ones with lingering touches.

like a simple arm slung over the shoulder and your legs crossing each others' in your sleep.

those small gestures.

but once he's used to cuddling...

he loves the idea of having you hold onto him while sleeping.

kinda like the sweetheart cradle with you being the one to hold him.

he just needs that reassurance that you're okay with him and his luck won't do anything to change that.

but sometimes you need to be cuddled too.

you're day has been rough, what with the countless things you needed to do that day (be it because of procrastination, schedule mishaps, etc.)

you'll head towards the adventurer's guild in search of bennett.

his dads all know you, of course, so whoever meets up with you takes him to wherever he is.

you wouldn't need to say a lot to bennett for him to know something's up.

probably just a small hum or murmur would be enough to clue him in.

you'd drape yourself over his back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and digging your nose into his neck.

he'd jump for a moment, thinking someone else knocked into him because of his luck.

but then he realizes you and he relaxes.

he'd bring his hands up to rub your arm, hearing your muffled whines as he does so.

his dads would already notice you're having a bad day, so they don't say anything that'll disturb you two.

honestly? bennett would probably want to cuddle with you right then and there.

he's not one to get embarrassed too quickly, so he wouldn't mind.

but his dads bring up a good point that you both should probably be resting in an appropriate bed instead of the floor or a bench.

so the two of you would head home as soon as you could!

bennett would talk your ear off about his adventures that day.

if you don't wanna talk, he can do enough for the both of you!

anyway, you'd both head home and jump into bed as soon as you can.

he'd instinctively go to your standard position but then he remembers that you're in need of some well deserved cuddles.

so instead, he'll be the one to hold you close.

he'd let you rest your head on his shoulder or chest.

you could trace the scars running up and down his arms.

he'd rub your back lightly while talking about his adventures again.

he'd tell you tales of the mare jivari he's heard.

and when you're off to sleep, the stress leaving your system, he'd continue to rub his hand along your back.

"how about tomorrow we go on an adventure? just me and you. we could do whatever we want to get your mind off of things..."

chongyun -

this poor boy doesn't cuddle a lot!!!

he's gotta stay cold, y'know?

as much as he'd love to just wrap his arms around you all night, he can't...

but he will try!

he'd definitely try to push himself near the beginning of the relationship.

i'm talking forcing himself to cuddle all night, no matter how hot it gets.

but, as the loving s/o you are, you tell him that it's okay he can't do the full body cuddles like other people.

but he still wants that touch, even if it's a little.

his cuddles are the ones where only a certain body part is touching the other.

like his arm is up against yours or your legs are touching.

those types.

he feels bad he can't do more though :((

he for sure owns those cooling blankets, even if it isn't for cuddling.

if you're under one of those, it's more likely for him to try and give you a hug as you both drift off.

he'd eventually separate from the hug if he's feeling too hot.

and as much as you're okay with those small cuddles with fleeting touches, there are times where you just need a good cuddle full of hugs.

he'd come home from another day of trying to exorcise evil spirits, wanting to simply fall into bed where he knows it's nice and cool.

he'd greet you once he walks into your bedroom but he'd notice...

you're wrapped up in your blanket and hugging your pillow tight, acknowledging his entrance with a simple nod.

he doesn't know what's causing you to feel upset or stressed, but that doesn't really matter anyway.

he'd hop into bed right next to you, slowly unwrapping your body from the blanket.

you're still clutching onto your pillow once the blanket is gone.

he'd have to turn you over for him to even be able to look at you.

you're resting your cheek on top of your pillow while looking up at him with tired eyes.

he'll cup your cheek with his hand, smiling softly when you nuzzle into his cold palm.

he would stay on top of the sheets while you're lower body is tucked underneath it.

he'll rub his thumb along your skin, watching as your eyelids flutter every now and then.

"have you been awake long?"

you shake your head.

"i see... come here."

he'd open up his arms, a gesture you hadn't seen for a long time.

this one, however, was different.

he didn't have a forced smile on his face and his arms weren't tense like before.

this time, he had that soft smile you'd always see when you two are enjoying popsicles together and his arms were relaxed.

you'd scooch over the bed, tossing your pillow behind you as you nuzzle into his chest.

he'd let out a quiet chuckle before pressing a quick kiss to your forehead.

"i'm sorry i don't do this often."

"...it's okay. i like our cuddles no matter what."

"but you deserve this every once and a while."

you'd just hum in response, smiling at the feeling of his thumb rubbing your skin.

he won't talk as much as the other two, opting to keep the calm silence in your room.

you could hear his quiet breaths and his heart beating in his chest.

and you fall asleep to it, the feeling of his arms around your body permanently marked on your skin.

"i normally... get too hot when we cuddle like this. but now... it's feels really nice."

[the-only-authority]

AUTHORITY - You turn your head towards Empathy. "He was choking. I fixed it." Adressing Bookhead and leaning slightly back, you continue.

AUTHORITY - "The S-ssSS!!" Your sentence immediately devolves into a hiss, since you crossed your arms out of habit and the injuries on your wrist sent a sting into your spine strong enough to make you flinch out of position. Your hands come to rest awkwardly at your sides.

COMPOSURE [Medium: Failure] - You do your best to hide it, but your wooden motions betray your pain even without the aborted gesture just now.

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Trivial: Success] - Again; *why* can you feel pain, as a metaphysical projection? Look at Encyclopedia - he seems to be doing fine.

LOGIC [Trivial: Success] - Which means you didn't actually do any damage! Furthermore, his speech isn't even doubled. No idea how, but you fixed this too, great job as always.

AUTHORITY [Challenging: Failure] - Relief doesn't really come. Something here rubs you the wrong way...oh well.

HEALED MORALE [+1]

AUTHORITY - "That's not *your* decision," you grumble, before you find your footing again and continue talking in your usual clear, commanding voice: "The little thrashing you did before falling unconscious wouldn't even make me consider this. It's what you did when you *woke up again* ...or your body, or whatever." you add after a thought.

AUTHORITY - "You might have *killed* a lesser skill (Your eyes flick over to Drama momentarily). You're *dangerous*. It makes sense to make sure you don't get the opportunity to hurt anyone until *this* (You nod towards Bookhead) is done with. Two problems, though. One, no one to man the library in the meantime."

AUTHORITY - You're still operating on increased height, which means you need to bow down further than usual to look Bookhead straight in the eye. The lights in your eyesockets burn so bright they make the surrounding darkness deeper.

AUTHORITY - "Two: Can't be sure *who* you are. Empathy says it's...well, *you* as in Papercuts. You sure sound like him. *Didn't* until a few minutes ago." You push your index finger between his collarbones for emphasis. "And I've *seen* your list. Don't try anything funny."

AUTHORITY - “And three: you said it had to do with the whale. Drama has been talking normally... Understandably again before you attacked me. Why did *that* happen?"

[Continuation]

AUTHORITY - Empathy isn't answering to you. Sure, you haven't said anything, but between your commanding presence and his supposed capability of picking up on cues, it really should not be necessary.

AUTHORITY - You are about to say something, when Encyclopedia/Drama releases another slew of words, practically *begging* to be heard. It's rather pathetic.

AUTHORITY [Easy: Success] Maybe it really *is* Bookhead.

AUTHORITY - "Shut the fuck up!" you bark, unsure of how to react to this. If it's Drama, anger would be correct, if it's Papercuts, then you should at least muster up pity for them being stuck with the arch-liar. But you don't know, so you end up with anger, as per usual.

THE BODY - You feel it moving under your palm, trying to turn to the side, which makes you *finally* really look at it.

THE BODY - No sound escapes it while you watch face and throat strain and twitch. The head is turned towards Encyclopedia/Drama but since you can't make out any expression you don't know if it's seeing them. You can now see that you've not only torn the clothing at the shoulder, but their skin as well. Black oozes out and it matches the smear you are leaving above their sternum.

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Failure] - Is that blood? Do you all...have that? Is it supposed to look like that? No clue. Honestly, it looks closer to whatever the apparition had going on earlier...

VOLITION [Easy: Success] - You shelf the guilt over the glaring injury, for now.

AUTHORITY - You fix Empathy with a flash of your eyes. Aggressive, but only because your question is urgent. "Which one is it?" you punctuate the pause with a slight shove of your palm, "Could also be neither..."

AUTHORITY - You make no move to release your hold.

[whysojiminimnida]

Hi, JK's shoulder grab that your man Kev read as possessive/top… I mean it could be instinctual – we all have erogenous zones & couple power dynamics. But the way Kev took it as a specific gay coded gesture - it’s something that’s learnt by being in collective space with other people using this kind of body language. We often use the expression “they’re part of the community” but this makes me think of JKK really being physically in long term community with other gay folks & that makes me 🥰.

And HERE WE ARE AT THE COLLARBONE POST YO Hi @onthecuterside, please forgive me for taking fucking DAYS to get to your well-reasoned question. I was... doing research. Something. Anyway. That shoulder grip/collarbone thing has been poking at my synapses for awhile. Because, well...

It's kind of an unusual hand placement. And while there isn't always obvious pressure on Jimin's collarbone happening, sometimes there definitely is. It's like Koo is pressing his fingers into the area just above the bone, close to the juncture of Jimin's neck and shoulder. And as someone who has very sensitive collarbones I found that... interesting. Like WHY would you deliberately press into an erogenous zone in public in front of people when you know what it does to the person on the receiving end? Jeon Jungkook is a little shit, I said what I said.

It's not a move I see being done with other members, really. So I decided I was delusional and that it was just that Jimin is little and has rather narrow shoulders, and Koo has large hands. Which: true.

See, this is not really the same move at all. It's much more casual and chill, and you can definitely see the hand/shoulder proportion thing. So I mentioned it to Kev and sent him some pics mainly so he could tell me to calm tf down. This doesn't really mean anything, right? Right?

Like this pic, above. I think it's from, maybe, Brazil (?). That's not a sexual grip, really, to me. Jiminie is crying ffs and was, before Kookie got there. And when I came back at Kev with this shot he had to agree. But what it does indicate is a similar "Babe, I've got this, stay with me, I'm handling it" vibe that, honestly, is every bit as intimate as a sexytime power play, if not moreso. And it's not a hold we saw until 2016 or later. In fact the earliest indications of it I can find are from 2017-2018 and it has become more frequent since 2019. Let's be honest I am bad at running down exactly when my stolen internet content was shot. I try but I sleep or get distracted, you know how it is. But prior to 2017 that hold did not exist that I can find. At least, not from Jungkook as the guy doing the gripping.

Oh. Will you look at that, Park Jimin. Also, Jungkook didn't really get into shoulder massage as a hobby until after that time and I do think there might be a correlation, like one little sigh and he went "A-HA let's try that again".... not to be gross but some things are best learned with positive reinforcement, is all I'm saying.

Jimin has a long history of chronic neck and shoulder issues directly related to dance injuries that are aggravated by repeated motion. We been knew. And Jungkook really began taking it upon himself to learn and provide the necessary support for those injuries, which are best helped by stretching and massage, fairly early in their relationship as I see it. He's a caretaker, our Kookie, except that he kinda is NOT that with anyone not named Park Jimin.

And I'm not at all sure that this hold, or behavior if you will, was learned by watching others as much as I think it was one of those "this works for US" things. That other people recognize it isn't weird though. I recognized it because I was married to a dude who used that exact move on me. Kevin noticed it because, I suspect, he's used it himself or at least seen it done. I didn't ask too many questions, he's already kicking my ass for messaging his boyfie so I have to be a good dongsaeng and mind my manners for a minute. TL;DR, I really think this is a bit of a fun/sometimes risky/occasionally possessive or even protective move that Jungkook in particular brings out when he is feeling some type of way.

It seems to get good results for him so go off, Jeon, enjoy your man and make sure we all know he's YOUR man, not our man, and you got him handled. Balls Out For Jimin-ssi indeed, sir.

And sometimes, once in a while, the Park half of the household goes full Kitty Gang and

And I ran out of post room before I even got to Seoul Tourism or even Antler Fetish Jimin. I could do like six more posts just like this one with all different photos because apparently if something works the Jeon-Parks are not afraid to bust it out on the regular. It's just another one of those interesting little dynamics that set Jungkook and Jimin apart from any other "ship" between members. Collarbones are intimate. Kind of like, I dunno. Earlobes, maybe? Neck hickeys? I've clearly got my work cut out for me. It's cool, I'll take this one for team Jikook. It's a sacrifice, you know, but someone's gotta do it.