#the secret time????? its SAUCY

[siinlight]

UuAAUSUDIIF○ GIRL 😳

[drowninginblox]

Never read Fanfiction in the Kitchen at 3am. Or do.

Kurt Wagner (nightcrawler) x reader fanfic Reader and Kurt or similar ages, GN reader (don't mind how gendered the German language can be!), Mutant reader, very self-indulgent, and fic awareness BTW You can put in any iteration of Kurt you want. I just have a '97 and Fox bias (Yes my taste is shit, why are you surprised??) Btw this is written in the second person POV. I am not sorry.

It was late. You should have gone to bed.. what? Three hours ago? But you were being f e d. Your fave just uploaded after a year-long hiatus for a ship that you knew would never happen- Nightcrawler X Reader.

You were sitting in the kitchen, kicking your feeding and giggling into the hoodie you were using as pajamas. Oh, the professor must be so disappointed in you. But who cares! If he wants to know that you think his lingering gase whenever he talked about Magneto was grounds for a classic case of internalized homophobia then that's on him. He wouldn't be looking into the hellscape known as your mind if he didn't want to know the absurdity of the X-Men fandom.

You only lurked from the sidelines, giggling at the headcanons and imagine scenarios that people made up for the majority of the X-men. The funniest were always Logans even though most of them are so well written. But now was not the time for that- you were indulging in your crush on Kurt. This author is characterizing him pretty well all things considered. I mean yeah, they emphasize the tail a bit, and don't really lean into his German but- you'll take what you can get. Most of these people are humans that don't really divulge into mutant territory. But you think this writer is one. It's either that or they've done their research. They really understand the struggle and don't shy away from the animosity that comes with living with physical mutations.

You take another sip of tea as you read, savoring the dialogue of the reader insert. This Y/n is hilarious but sensitive. "Whatcha reading?" You immediately close the laptop as you jump- almost spilling your tea as you see Kurt, eating a banana. You shakily put down your mug "Holy fuck Kurt-" You mumble, taking a breath. "You scared me! What the hell?!" He only laughs at your suffering, making you huff. "What are you doing up?" she asks lowly. Kurt's laughter dies down after a minute or so. "Oh, I was just hungry. And then I saw you! You seemed very invested in whatever you were reading. Was it saucy?" He mused, taking another bite of the banana. You sigh. "I don't need to tell you what I was reading, I just was." You defend as your mutation activates on its own. You, dear reader, can change color! Any color! But you don't control it all the time. Sometimes it reflects your emotions- like right now.

"That's a wonderful shade of pink you have mein bunter freund. Jetzt bin ich wirklich interessiert... What had you so invested?" Next thing you know, he's gone in a dark cloud. Then he's holding your laptop. Now he's sitting on top of the fridge. "Kurtis!" You nearly yell. "Give that back!" Your skin only grows into a hot pink. He only laughs from his position, opening up your laptop. "Come now it can't be that bad!" He looks down at your computer, reading the fanfic. All you can do is watch as his face gets closer to the screen. Your skin erupts in various shades of dark blues, purples, and greys while tears build in your eyes. Embarrassment and shame make lumps form in your throat. "I-I hope you're happy Kurt." You mumble as you walk away, not caring anymore about what he may or may not think of you because now he knows two of your biggest secrets. The first being you read fanfiction, and the second that you have a crush on him. Just great.

"H-Hey! Wait! Mein regenbogen!" You hear him call but you keep walking back to your room. This night can't get any worse if you just hide from it. Maybe tomorrow you can convince him to forget that this ever happened. Or maybe convince yourself that this is all a bad dream. He keeps calling your name until eventually he appears a yard away from your door, laptop in hand. "Listen I-" You take your laptop out of his hands. "First of all, I don't care that I like you-grabbing someone else's shit regardless of who they are is not cool Kurt. Second- I was not reading what you may or may not have seen and any mention of it that reaches me is going to equal to one hour of ass-kicking. Do you understand?" Kurt looks on at you, startled by the sudden hostility. "Kurt." Kurt blinks a few times before nodding. "Good. Nothing happened, I'm going to bed, goodnight." You manage to say before tears start to run as you rush to your room.

Before you can get inside, he grabs your wrist "Before you go- please- hear me out" You look at him. "Nothing happened Kurt-" "I like you too!" Your eyes immediately widen. Any words you had in store for him vanished, only replaced by awestruck stuttering. "Wh-what-" "I have loved you for years! I never knew you were interested let alone pining-! If I had known I'd have confessed to you earlier and I know that I shouldn't have taken your stuff, that was awful on my part. Es tut mir so leid, meine Liebe, bitte verzeih mir. Ich werde es auf jede Weise wieder gutmachen.-" You blink a few times before taking a hand, making him stop immediately. "Meine liebe... my love? You- actually?" Kurt nods. "Almost as soon as I saw you." He squeezes your hand. "I- I didn't think you'd be attracted to-" Your eyes widen even more. "Kurt! Don't you dare finish that sentence! You are so handsome! You're the most handsome man I've ever seen!" You confessed. His face becomes a darker shade of blue as you realized what you just said.

"I-I am the most handsome man... you have ever seen?" he mumbles. He takes a few moments to process that. "So... you.." You nod. "For little over a year." He smiles. You can't help but smile back.

Who knew life imitates fiction? Let alone fanfiction?

[seonghwalazia]

propriety. | Hongjoong/Reader | kinktober 01

» summary: Propriety (and your father) dictates that he is vulgar, disrespectful, a criminal and a rake; someone you should never once cross paths with, let alone offer any of your time or attention. Your station and delicate hands are worthy of the highest bidder, of fine china and soft laughter hidden behind silken gloves. Not of pirates, of men who will sweep you off into adventure and not off your heeled feet with delicate words your mother approves of.

» pairing: Pirate King!Hongjoong / Noble!Reader

» rating: explicit

» content warning for pwp, possessive behaviour, mirror sex, finger sucking, wee bit of choking, vaginal fingering, grinding

» author's note: this is more setup than anything saucy because i'm going to be making a series of hj/reader set in this universe so. had to bring the boring stuff first there'll be more smut soon i prommy<3

» ao3 link

The curtains of your bedroom window billow from sudden movement as you press the finishing touches of rouge to the round of your cheeks, candles flickering on the vanity. There’s no breeze tonight, the sky calm and filled with starlight as your mother’s guests dance and drink and gossip in the gardens below. Your gaze flits from your reflection to the lingering shadows of late evening, not bothering to hide your small smile as the ball of anticipation tightens in your stomach. He doesn't announce himself, does not climb the wide staircase of your family’s estate to knock on your door, accompanied by a chaperone to call on you. Hongjoong comes to you beneath the cover of night, bleeding into the shadows to watch and wait and listen. The weight of his eyes prickles the back of your neck, the smallest shiver dancing down your spine.

“You’re late,” you whisper into the not-quite-as-empty-as-before room, placing the brush down in its proper place, painted lips parting over a smirk when the shadows answer with a low brush of laughter.

You’ve done this song and dance before. With wandering hands and secrets spilled between parted lips, pressed too close but never close enough. Hongjoong steps from the shadows with a thumb hooked into a ripped pocket, ringed hands shining in the low light. He wears his wide brimmed hat cocked to the side, body draped in thin leather and unexpectedly fine cloth that does little to hide the confident swagger, the shine of the cutlass at his left hip. His booted steps are silent against the dark rug, stepping fully from the shadows he inhabits and into your light.

“My sincerest apologies, my lady,” he says with a sweeping bow at the waist, taking off his hat as he goes. He glances up with the edge of something dangerous in his smirk, standing to full height and closing the distance in a few practiced steps. He holds your gaze in the mirror, haughty and sure before he stands just behind where you sit. 

“I seem to have misplaced my invitation, or perhaps your mother forgot to send me one,” he continues with a mock-offended widening of his eyes, hand cupping his jaw in deep thought as his brows furrow and you fight the urge to snort.

Propriety (and your father) dictates that he is vulgar, disrespectful, a criminal and a rake; someone you should never once cross paths with, let alone offer any of your time or attention. Your station and delicate hands are worthy of the highest bidder, of fine china and soft laughter hidden behind silken gloves. Not of pirates, of men who will sweep you off into adventure and not off your heeled feet with delicate words your mother approves of.

(And here’s the kicker: he is all of these things. He’s on the fringe, a pirate with weapons hidden in his clothes as well as his tongue. He’s clever and quick-witted, uncaring and charming and more at home swallowing down rum in the gutters with the rest of those that society deems as lesser. Unafraid to speak his mind, to go after what he wants. To tame the seas and chase freedom. Your envy is as wide as his smirk.)

A ringed hand circles your throat, Hongjoong’s thumb tracing the line of your jaw. Your lashes flutter at the sensation, relaxing into the low back of the chair as your head tilts, flowers in your hair pressing against the metal buckle of his belt. A part of you wonders if he can feel the harried rise of your pulse, pressed intimately to calloused fingertips.

“Run away with me,” Hongjoong whispers into the crown of your head when he leans down, as he does every time. Eyes closed as he inhales the sweet smell of your hair, groaning low in his throat. His fingers twitch on your neck, a frisson of delight shooting straight into your core at the sensation.

“I can't,” you reply, as you do every time. Eyes heavy lidded, you lift your hand to grip to his wrist, nails dragging a teasing touch into the delicate skin you find there. Pirate or no, he’s a man of flesh and blood just the same as any other. A slave to his desires, no matter how many times he insists that he is free.

“Because it isn't proper .” He spits the word like a curse, eyes opening just to roll. He keeps his hand where it is, tilting your head back to trace the delicate column of your exposed throat.

He never understands. “I have to -”

“Listen to mummy and daddy, keep that pretty little head empty.” His words bite harder than usual, a flush heating your face. He isn't - wrong. More concerned with reputation, with keeping what little freedom your family grants you to keep meeting him like this. It isn't so simple as to run off into the night, and no matter how frustrated he grows you know he understands. 

Even so, it makes you smile. A wicked and selfish little quirk of your mouth, one that Hongjoong zeroes in on. His hand roams from your throat to your mouth, thumb dipping against the rise of your bottom lip to swipe at the red tinting your mouth. Among all others, even with his wealth and reputation, still he wants you. More than any other, every desire falling to the wayside in favor of your demure hands and laughter shared between whispering mouths.

The same argument, half-hearted or heated, giving way to the same conclusion. Words drifting off into silence, desire suffusing the room until you fall together. Hongjoong looks away with an apology swimming in dark eyes, the same frustration mirrored within you. Were it only so simple. 

“Proper,” he says, though he’s smiling this time in such a way that surely means you’re in danger. Hongjoong glances down at your exposed chest, corset doing its work, and the edge of his grin turns sharp. “How proper would it be, to be taken in front of a mirror during your mother’s party?”

He uses your gasp to his advantage, thumb dipping just inside your mouth at that soft little inhalation. Your eyes widen even as you close your lips around him, instinctive and dutiful. The stain of red transfers easily to his skin, painting him for this brief and glorious moment as yours. 

There is little time, much and more longing; Hongjoong rips off his hat to toss it somewhere behind him, ducking down to rake his teeth over your exposed shoulder. The blunt tease of it makes your back arch, soft moan spilling around his thumb until his eyes shine in the dark. He lifts you to your feet, hands hooking beneath your arms, a palm flattened to your belly; the corset is laced perfectly, his blackened nails raking over fine fabric with a quiet scoff when he realizes he cannot feel you - not the softness of your flesh, not the warmth he knows you exude from his presence alone. 

Even still you simmer for him; blood running hot beneath the flush of your skin, balancing on unsteady feet and wondering when you had begun to dance to his tune as readily as the men under his command. Hongjoong disappears at your back, moving the low stool you’d been sitting on to the side before his fingertips dance at your bare ankles. His touch is a balm, roughened palms lovingly tracing your curves as he follows the line of your legs, skirt bunching around his wrists as he goes.

A shiver down your spine, when cool air wraps around your exposed legs. His laughter is banked as low as the hearth when he notices your distinct lack of smallclothes - your answering grin is lascivious, practically dripping promised sin with your smudged makeup and decision to throw decorum to the wind. Always, with him.

His mouth returns to your bare shoulder to paint his mark with teeth and tongue, rolling the heavy drag of fabric about your hips to expose you to his rampant desire. Your gasp is nearly lost to time when you feel his hand on your throat, gentle enough to save you from uncomfortable to explain marks, but urgent enough that you bend to his whim. He forces your face towards the mirror -when had you closed your eyes, back arched in bliss from Hongjoong’s reverant hands on you?- and you blink blearily until you can see your reflections, Hongjoong’s eyes bright above your shoulder and your cheeks heated in a deep flush.

“Watch,” he instructs, a kiss pressed to the curve of your shoulderblade, the moment his other hand snakes forward to delve between your thighs.

Your knees fold immediately, his clever fingers tracing your slit and bumping just over the sharp rise of your swollen clit. This - this is heaven, when you bite your lip to keep your instinctive noises of delight subdued and quiet. Hongjoong watching you in your reflection with something approaching devotion, glancing between your dropped-open mouth and the shine of wetness on your thighs over and again.

He plays you expertly, spreading your folds and swirling the tip of his middle finger over where you need him most. It sings through your veins, core clenching tightly. And he simply laughs - burying it in your heated skin and sucking a bruise into the back of your neck when all you can manage is to breathe his name. 

His hips rut against your backside, erection insistent upon you. He groans, voice shaky and a higher pitch than normal - but still he only teases, himself more than you. Hongjoong locks his eyes to yours as he toys with your clit, bringing you closer to the edge whilst burning beneath the focus of his lovely eyes.

“Are you mine?” He croons, saccharine-sweet and his grin has the honed edge of a blade. He is dangerous, your man - but he is yours nonetheless. Even in this fantasy, even in this dream.

“Yes,” you whisper in answer, immediately and without question. There is no time to consider, to allow propriety to win out. Even in secret, you belong utterly to him - and you both know it.

Hongjoong’s low moan is your reward, his kisses turning silken. Peppered across your shoulder and back, forehead to your neck - he takes a moment to breathe, hand between your legs twisting elegantly until he can sink two fingers deep into your waiting cunt, right to the knuckle.

Light flashes in your eyes at the welcome intrusion, though your gasp is swallowed by the palm of Hongjoong’s hand. Lightning-fast from your throat to your lips, he keeps you quiet for your own sake. Wouldn't do to be caught with a pirate wrist-deep inside you when you’re supposed to be dancing the night away with perfectly respectable members of society. 

Sometimes you wish they could hear how he makes you scream. The thought alone makes a fresh wave of arousal spill down his hand until it soaks his cuff.

The angle is awkward but you don't care. He fucks his fingers shallow into your dripping heart, thumb rolling over your bundle of nerves until the integrity of your knees threaten to fail. It is a heady thing, to watch the way his hand works over your intimate reaches with nothing but reverence in his eyes. Your makeup is smearing from his hand and your wet and gasping breaths but you just don't care; he holds you up, plucks delight from your blood and bones until you sing for him as prettily as his crew. You think you could love him for what he does to you. 

Your mouth opens, teeth exposed to bite at the meat of his palm. Hongjoong releases you, fingers still working your cunt, and you have to swallow the moan that lingers behind your teeth when you see the drag of red-pink from your lips to your cheek to his hand. 

You might not be able to mark him further than smudged cosmetics. He might only be able to find you in the cover of night. But even so -

Even so.

“Are you mine?” You repeat his own question in a whisper, voice airy and breathless and did he really have to push harder on your clit right at this moment? 

Hongjoong stills for a moment, brows furrowed in quiet contemplation. Which is an expression that would be surely comedic as he still has his hand in your cunt but he - looks at you. Carefully, nearly sweetly. You feel more exposed now than when he had first buried himself in your heat.

“Yes,” he answers, without the shadow of a doubt. He waits half a breath before the grin returns, red-ringed hand on your jawline to tilt your head back. Your stare in the mirror is broken as he angles your mouth to his, the shuddering relief of tension singing through your core. Your climax falls over you when you taste the rum on his tongue, when Hongjoong traces the line of your jaw with a rouge-stained thumb. He holds you through it, plays your body beautifully; your name whispered on his exhale, sounding dangerously close to affectionate. 

[absolutebl]

There was a surprising amount of sex in Be Mine Superstar! I really wasn’t expecting it…. Similarly, Love Syndrome had a LOT less sex than I was promised by the trailer…

Are there any BLs that had either many more or many less NC scenes than you were expecting before you started watching them?

BLs that exceeded (or underperformed) sexy expectations

Interesting question. So far, not that many Thai BLs. But I think that's just because I pay attention to the pairs and the actors in Thai stuff, and you sort of get a feel for what they will (and won't) take on. So in your examples: I know JaFirst did high heat so I expected the producers to lean into that advantage as part of BMSS because, frankly, it didn't have much else going for it.

I haven't watched Love Syndrome III yet but knowing Frank I wouldn't expect it to go super high heat in terms of actual physical contact.

I guess the ones that have surprised me are mostly out of Thailand are pulps that I knew nothing about going in. Let me see...

Thai BL that ended up being way hornier/better than I expected

Secret Crush On You - such a weird show but BillySeng brought IT, whatever IT is, they got it.

Love in Translation - yeah, what happened in that sauce isle boys? Very saucy. Whatever pun, more please.

2 Moons 3 - about on par with ForthBeam from 2 Moons 2 but nothing else in the previous 2 series would lead one to expect the horny we got in this show on the main.

Second Chance - yeah it was a throw away pulp and this studio is hit or miss on chemistry but it had one of the best kisses of its year.

Big Dragon - I don't know what I expected form the trailers, but it wasn't as good as it turned out to be. Don't get me wrong, the rest of the show is naff, but the chemistry/heat levels are scorching.

Ghost Host, Ghost House - generally the horror stuff doesn't do chemistry well, but these two have some of the best chemistry EVER put into a pulp. I really hope we see more of them.

KinnPorsche - It's no secret I'm not as wild about this show as most, but I did think the VegasPete stuff was unexpectedly killer in all ways.

Oh My Sunshine Night - yeah it was exactly what one expects from OhmFluke but THE SIDES!!!! I mean... WHAT? I'm not mad, just pleasantly surprised.

TharnType - Okay but remember at the time what we'd had from Mame was LBC (relatively low heat) and other Thai stuff I was familiar with at the time was Make It Right, Love Sick, SOTUS, and UWMA. TT was way higher heat that I'd seen from Thailand before. And then...

Why R U? - ZeeSaint's "away trip to the beach" full on sex scenes plus repping for verse was just crazy at the time. Especially since Saint played Pete in LBC before this and Zee was new to BL. Add that to the very odd and disjointed (and miss-matched) SaifahZon counter story and WRU? was this insane all over the place viewing experience, including the heat levels. There was this "what will they do next?" kind of tension over the production. Not the story (because who was following that?) but the PRODUCTION. At the time, it was welcome, but truly bonkers. What a way to drive narrative tension... pure high heat chaos.

Thai BLs where chemistry failed meet my (relatively low) expectations

My Ride - honestly, if they had just gotten the kiss right this might even have earned a 10/10 from me

Unforgotten Night - ugh

Bite Me - double ugh

Friend Forever - I know I'm the only person who watched this but why could we not have gotten ONE kiss from the leads?

Nitman - studies have since shown us it is entirely not Noh's fault... see Oh My Sunshine Night

Wedding Plan - the leads were fine, but Mame usually fails me in every way except chemistry, so "fine" is not up to her usual standards. Those standards being predominantly "they hawt together" and nothing else. There wasn't even a side dish couple to pick up the slack noodle... so to speak.

Korean BL

For most of 2022 I was consistently getting surprised by Korean BL's chemsitry when it was good but now I've settled into half expecting it yet still being delighted when it happens and is well done.

I do think Semantic Error was a bit of a seed change for them.

The problem is, now we know they can do it, we are starting to get pissed when it's bad or entirely absent.

Taiwanese BL

Taiwan is the opposite of Korea.

I expect good chemistry and almost always always get it. I struggle to think of a time when they've disappointed me (in this arena). Maybe a few? But I tend to cut Taiwan more slack than other countries because they have so few BLs and they are generally so consistent. If they falter at all, at least the side couple will pick up the slack.

Japanese BL

I have no expectations of Japan. Life as a BL fan is a lot easier that way.

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[soopibean]

Seventeens hair care routine

Dont ask me why i did this

Scoups

Simple shampoo and conditioner, nothing fancy, gets gifted to him by EVERYONE he knows after he said he used it once and he's now just trying to get rid of it at this point. Please stop he doesn't need anymore.

Jeonghan

No one knows. Refuses to tell anyone what it is. Stored in a super suspicious container that nobody has the guts to open, apart from Hoshi who did once and swore it was glowing. If you ask Jeonghan about it he'll be super cryptic with his answers. Its probably not legal.

Joshua

Whatever it is it smells heavenly.

Jun

Plain water. Sometimes adds something weird like butter or salt if he's feeling saucy.

Hoshi

Tiger themed. Found it in the kids section and complained to the manager that it was in the wrong place. Tigers obviously aren't meant for kids. Got kicked out so he has to order online now. Trying to get a brand deal with the company that made it.

Wonwoo

Did research to find out the prime amount of shampoo and conditioner to use. Measures it out before each shower. It probably either doesn't smell of anything or has the strong scent of antiseptic no in between.

Woozi

Debates shaving his head every single day. Why shower when he could be producing.

The8

Something very fancy. Entirely written in French so he doesn't actually know what it is. Just does it for the vibe.

Mingyu

Receives a mysterious bottle under his pillow every so often. Doesn't know where it comes from. Doesn't question it.

Dk

Has a weekly subscription and receives a new scent each week. Gets very excited. Asks everyone to sniff his hair and guess the smell. Only Hoshi does.

Seungkwan

Secret remedy passed through his family for generations. Insists its life changing. Is actually just head and shoulders.

Vernon

3 in 1 shampoo, conditioner and body wash.

Dino

Gillette branded products. Not by choice. Somehow every time he buys something different, its mysteriously replaced by gillette again the next day. He's tried everything in hopes to find out who's behind it but every member denies having any involvement. Its now been 2 years and he's finally given up trying to fight it.

[immediatebreakfast]

Love, love, love the expressing differences between all the three suitors on how they present their entries, as well how it immediatly tells us their first characterization points.

Ebb tide in appetite to-day. Cannot eat, cannot rest, so diary instead. Since my rebuff of yesterday I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.... As I knew that the only cure for this sort of thing was work, I went down amongst the patients. (Mem., under what circumstances would I not avoid the pit of hell?) Omnia Romæ venalia sunt. Hell has its price! verb. sap. 

Somber in tone, and defeated in spirit. Starts with circumstances that led Seward ignore his own health in favor of burying himself with work. What continues is a seemly methodical description of a patient, yet is unprofessional and dark as Jack admits to want to experiment with Renfield while he is in this mental state.

On top of all of this message being recorded in a phonograph instead of a written diary. It tells that Jack does not prefer to write, maybe because this train of thoughts is going too fast to be put properly on part, or maybe by writing Jack needs to think more about what he has to express, which would end up with censoring some parts of himself.

My dear Art,— We've told yarns by the camp-fire in the prairies; and dressed one another's wounds after trying a landing at the Marquesas; and drunk healths on the shore of Titicaca. There are more yarns to be told, and other wounds to be healed, and another health to be drunk. Won't you let this be at my camp-fire to-morrow night? There will only be one other, our old pal at the Korea, Jack Seward. Yours, as ever and always, QUINCEY P. MORRIS.

A story telling cadence that indicates how Quincey seems to prefer tale narration when talking. Very personal moments described before an invitation to warm up the idea a campfire after the succesful proposal of Arthur, and the mention of liquor plants the idea of how this space will not be privy with secrets. Including Jack to connect the three of them as friends, and a implication of Quincey knowing of what kind of state Seward might be in to invite him.

Concluding with a very romantic in nature farewell, and the format being the humble written letter. A communication device that has never failed, and is simple to hold Quincey's words with care.

Count me in every time. I bear messages which will make both your ears tingle. ART.

It's polite, yet informal in tone in a way which tells how Arthur considers Quincey to be a very close friend. The familiarity in the expression "will make both your ears tingle" implies that this is not the first time for Arthur to tell gossip, less ones that could be considered "saucy" in the eyes of people outside of their friend circle.

And lastly, Arthur's 16 words message was sent via telegram, a very expensive message service that charged per word, which tells that mister Holmwood is... ✨💵RICH💵✨

[ficandkaboodle]

I think that one of the ways Copia might adopt learning to be in the here and now is that, unlike Nihil, he never sees his beloved as anything more than what they are in that moment.

Nihil adores Sister, even in death. But what’s very noticeable is that he’s much more mellowed out now that his life has run its natural course. When he was alive, all he saw when he looked at her was the face of someone long gone — both in appearance and as a person. Yes, she was still this competent, ambitious ball-buster of a woman, but what she wound up having to endure as a result of their actions, her decisions, and ultimately everything to do with their secret children impacted her in ways she either didn’t exhibit around him, or he was too lost in fantasy to even notice.

It’s cute the first few times we see how he sees her because the automatic suggestion is that no matter how old she gets, Nihil will always see her as his saucy, gorgeous thing whose finger he’s wrapped around. But after a bit, when you recognize patterns like how Nihil clings to his youth and expresses bitterness towards Cardi about taking over or not living up to his legacy, it gets sad. Because it means his interactions with the world and the people around him are discolored by his inability to be in the here and now.

He put Sister on a pedestal to gaze up at but never really committed to memory the lines that began to cross her face with age and stress and even worry.

She was, for lack of better wording, a phantom of what he remembered: Still resembling someone he knew, but there were Off changes about her he couldn’t or simply wouldn’t place.

We don’t see her through his POV after he dies, and it’s probably because everything now being over in a sense has given him a sort of clarity. He doesn’t love her any less, he just. Respects who she is as she now is. Wrinkles and all.

So bringing this back to Copia:

I’m a part of the fan club that truly believes that of all the traits Copia inherited from Dear Old Dead Dad, him being a simp is probably the most prominent.

However, I don’t think he necessarily tries to enforce this vision that only ever allows him to see them as they were at a certain period in their life. Even if they got together before he got promoted, I think he would be less focused on the past and more worried about their future together — if he’d be alive long enough to have a future together.

If he didn’t have that worry otherwise? He’d be enjoying every moment in the Now with them full-throttle 100%. So once the lesson of being in the moment truly hits…he just rolls with it. He’s already wasted so much time not truly enveloping every moment, every feeling he’s had with you so far — he’s not going to continue to let that happen.

So it doesn’t matter how old you get, or when the greys start shocking at your temples, or when the worries and anger carve lines into your features, bags sagging beneath your tired eyes.

He sees you as you are. And Tesoro, you are a wonder to him. And He can’t wait to see you in every single moment you’ll have him.

[beplerblurbs]

hello ! may i rq some head-cannons for ricky and gunwook with a flirty reader ?

reactions to a flirty y/n

pairings: VERY SHY BOYS !! ricky x gn!reader, gunwook x gn!reader, keita x gn!reader, gyuvin x gn!reader

genre: fluff!!!!! suggestive in keitas, slightest suggestiveness in rickys

warnings: you drink in keitas, implying sexual activities in keitas??

w/c: 2k

authors note: hiiiii anon thanks for the first request i'll try hard to give what u asked for! i like doing these reactions in sets of four so i'll add keita and gyuvin :P its a little rushed so forgive me

ricky

it was korean thanksgiving and everyone had gone home. yet you and ricky being the only international trainees of your dorm, decided just to spend it together.

theres already been some tension during group practice, but nothing had been established. today you wanted to test the limits since it was just you two for a long weekend.

“okay everythings ready. we can start topping!” ricky cheered. you guys decided to do a pizza making competition, better tasting pizza wins, loser has to do something of the winners choice.

you guys start rolling out the dough and flattening it. both of you saucing your flat doughs at an equal pace. the similar pace had caused a conflict with the cheese though, you both grabbed it at the same time. your hand over his, but no one moving.

“you’re moving so quick, its not a timed competition,” ricky tried to be strong, but on the inside he was melting at your touch.

“mmm you should slow down too, your hand is really warm.” your sultry voice halted rickys brain function, it was enough for you to move his hand and take some extra cheese for your pizza.

he regained his composure and tried catching up to you because you were taking more toppings.

throughout, you kept knocking ur hip into ricky’s to distract him. he was playing along too, not without showing his blushing red ears.

“stop~ you’re so annoying y/n,” ricky grumbled, he was trying to put on his final details on his pizza but you kept tickling his sides softly. you were already done your pizza waiting for him to finish to put both in the oven together.

“okay…” you pout and turn to the counter sink, starting to wash some dishes. you knew he was joking but wanted to tease him a bit by acting upset.

“okay okay! i’m sorry, don’t be mad!” you felt ricky’s arms wrap around your waist, and the weight of his head on your shoulder, “get your saucy hands off me! freak,” you laugh and turn around, thankfully you had an apron on to stay clean. you both loved playful moments like these.

“i didn’t know you were so clingy,” you smile and poke his shoulder, “am i?” he genuinely asks, hoping your tone would indicate if his personality was a good thing or bad thing, “yeah but its cute so it’s okay… hurry! our pizzas need to be cooked!”

even though rickys ears are streaming from redness, he turns to quickly finish his pizza and you help each other put the pizzas in the preheated oven to cook.

once they’re done, you bring them out onto cutting boards, to cut and serve from the board since you guys were too lazy to plate it. your secret ingredient was brushing on some sweet and sour sauce on top of the pizza (a/n: its a really good dipping sauce u should try it).

ricky cuts up the pizzas and you both take a bite of your own pizza and then each others. by the time you’re half done your slice from ricky, he’s already finished two slices, relishing in your yummy cooking.

hes a talkative person but now that he knows he’s lost he can’t admit to anything. so you help him out, testing the upper limits of your guys’ relationship.

you come close to his body and lean over to whisper in his ear, “i really like you, ricky,” you can feel him tremble, gripping the counter, “but my pizza is way better.” you pull away, smirking knowing you’ve successfully broken him.

“god, you’re gonna kill me y/n.”

gunwook

"no, i swear he did it like this!"

"that doesn't make any sense though," you sigh, gunwook seems timid.

you were an established idol with 2 years of experience already. gunwook though? he was newly debuted and his manager said it would help solidify his reputation as an idol dancer.

right now, you guys were arguing between which move was correct to the original choreography video, your interpretation or his. its not exactly clear due to the low quality of the video, but the choreographer said he would come soon to help out anyways.

both you and gunwook were being stubborn about what you saw.

“i need a water break,” you walk to the back of the studio to get your waterbottle, gunwook does too.

you sit down on the bench nearby, gesturing gunwook to sit with you. he seemed afraid to go against a senior but didn’t want to stray from the choreo of an even more astonished kpop choreographer.

“look, i get it, you don’t wanna seem rude to me or our sunbae. so i’ll let you have the chance to fully explain why you think you’re right,” you close off your waterbottle and let him have the floor to talk.

he goes into detail about why his version makes the most sense and how well it relates to the story the choreographer is trying to portray. he gets up to show the dance move in slow motion

gunwook was both well-mannered and detailed, leaving no room for rebuttal. “wow, its like you’ve been on a debate team.”

“i have! we always won province championshi— thats not the point anyways y/n, do you see where im coming from?” he looks over his shoulder.

gunwook did have a fair point, he was also became more cute in your eyes. his passion for dance, his nerdy tendencies and his kindness kindled a warm flame in your heart. his attractiveness helped even more.

you stood up and walked up to gunwook, “okay, i’ll do it your way.” you leaned in closer to, his boba eyes widened as your face was mere inches away from his, his eys tracing down to your lips, “you’re lucky you’re cute y’know?” you know you’ve weakened him and let him go with a small smile.

“okay, let’s continue with practice,” your nonchalant manner caught gunwook off caught but he caught up to your pace when you played the music.

you adjusted to gunwooks moveafter practicing for about 30 minutes, and in the middle of cleaning the moves the choreographer came in.

you both bowed and dove straight into questions about the choreography.

“sir, gunwook and i were debating on this one 4-count, can you tell us which one in correct?” his simple nod led you to play the music and both you and gunwook show your two versions.

“wow, as per usual, y/n is correct. they’re very keen on the details and always on top of things.” the reassurance settled the debate between you two.

“ahh and gunwook convinced me i was wrong now we have to practice with my version.” you sigh and walked closer to gunwook, your presence seemed to be his weakspot, “maybe i shouldn’t let him off the hook very easily.”

the bright blush that gunwook’s cheeks grew was unavoidable. he couldn’t debate this one, he just accepted he was wrong. he found you really captivating and as a sunbae he had nothing but respect and attraction for you.

after practice, gunwook stopped you before you left with a snack from the vending machine in the building. “thank you for practice today y/n, i hope we can get closer m-maybe?” his nervousness at the end made him even more cute. he was whipped for you and no one could stop him.

“of course.” you smiled, taking the snack.

keita

keita was in the zone lyric writing for some upcoming collabs. he was an underground rapper and was seeking some inspiration, rather than being inside a cramped studio all day, he went to a pub.

it was moderately busy for a thursday night but keita was able to focus well. that was, until a bartender put a beer and some fries in front of him.

keita had already finished his drink but he never ordered another one. “oh sorry, i didn’t order this,” he tilted his head and pushed back the fries back to the bartender.

“sir, the pretty person there bought you this.” keita turns around to, well, you, a stunning person.

your attractive looks and sultry gaze as you stirred your own drink made keita blush and suddenly his hands felt clammy. he turns around to hide in embarrassment.

you frankly, find him endearing for it. you grab your drink and sit next to him at the bar. “hi handsome, got a name?”

keita tries to laugh off his nervousness, he didn’t want to ruin his chances by being weird, “keita, and yours is?” he tilts his head, “y/n.”

you end up asking about his notebook with lyrics and why he came out tonight and he answers with honesty.

“oh, for inspiration huh,” you say curiously, “maybe you’ll rap about me,” you giggle leaning in close, “you should memorize my face for better writing.”

you were coming on strong and keita couldnt handle his nerves, he wanted to show he could be strong too. he chugs his beer for some liquid encouragement, “don’t worry beautiful of course i will.”

your smile became bigger, not for the reason keita thought though. you took your thumb and wiped away the beer foam on his upper lip. he froze.

“sorry, you had a little something there cutie,” you lick off the remains off your finger.

keita grew even more red, not because of his asian glow but out of your bold flirting, he was loving the attention.

“you okay? nothing to be embarrassed about,” you say sipping your drink, “no you’re just so hot…” keita couldn’t believe how bold he was being now.

“maybe we can get out of here and see where this goes? how does that sound keita?” the way you said his name came out so seductive he couldn’t say no.

you took his hand and led him out the door, leaving the drinks and fries unfinished.

gyuvin

being a barista in a cafe near the han river was gruelling work because of how busy it gets during weekends and afterhours.

the nice part was always the empty hours, usually morning weekdays, this is usually when retired folks or people living near the river on their morning runs. this is where you can take things a bit more slow.

while cleaning a counter you saw a tall young guy with brown fluffy hair come in, particularly with a cute dog. “awww whats their name?” you tippy toe to get a better look at the dog from over the counter, “eumppappa!” the dog owner said excitedly.

getting a better look at the boy you realised he was really cute and you wanted to shoot your shot. but with the cameras on and your manager having a surveillance obsession, you couldn’t be too obvious.

the boy tapped his chin before making a decision, “uhm~ i’ll do a ice caramel latte.” you punched it into the register and grabbed a cup, “name?” and he told you.

“gyuvin… such a cute name,” your mumbling was loud enough to where you saw the tips of gyuvins ears get red.

he waited for his drink, sitting and scrolling on his phone. oblivious to his opportunities to talk to you while the cafe was empty. so you decided to take matters into your own hands.

“order for gyuvin!” you said loudly, he grabs a tissue before taking his coffee but you stop him, “oh i got a tissue for you,”

“oh thanks but its okay,”

“just take the extra then,” you take his hand and put the tissue in it.

he could see the black ink that spelled out your phone number. he looked puzzled,

“ma’am, someones number is on it.”

“yes its mine”

“oh what? why?”

“it’s obvious, isn’t it?”

“no, why would someone give a stranger their num—“

“its because you’re cute and i wanna talk to you! just take it!” he was frustrating and embarrassing you at this point. gyuvin couldn’t be this oblivious, right?

“ohhh… you could’ve just told me. i think you’re cute too,”

nope, you were wrong, he was that oblivious.

“thank you but if my manager catches us, i’m screwed, go… go!” gyuvin wasnt catching the hint at first but then scrambled out with his dog.

later that night, he texted you and apologized for causing you trouble and you couldn’t help but laugh at his cute texting style and his apology

[hungry-hungry-reader]

MEOW hi pookie you know who it is 🌙🌝

Anyways here to ask for Reverse AU Arct allowing Septem/Nulla/Rafael to preen his wings, because it's the most GIGANTIC sign of trust they can get, and how they feel about it.

THANK YOU POOKIE WOOKIE SHMOOKIE MWAHHHH

You wanted me to bump this one up specifically and brain fucking melting rn, so short and sweet!

Septem

He is ecstatic. Not because he is particularly eager to do the manual task of preening feathers, but rather because he has finally gained enough trust for Arcturus to ask for something so personal.

I mean, think about it. One of the easiest ways for Septem to gain more control over his situation is to make Arcturus put his unadulterated trust in him. 

And what other act SCREAMS “I trust you” than allowing the other person to touch your wings?

Septem would never let anyone touch his. 

He doesn’t really show it, but Septem does start to enjoy the task after a bit of time. 

He isn’t fond of the fact that he is bothered with grooming Arct’s wings, but it IS, at its barebones level, an organizational task that allows him some control over how Arcturus looks.

Even if it is more so in private since the Moon rarely shows his wings to anyone.

It’ll be their little secret. 

Nulla 

Like Septem, Nulla is ecstatic when Arcturus asks for help preening his wings.

It is for a different reason, however!

Nulla adores Arcturus.

Arcturus hasn’t even finished the sentence, Nulla is already SAT.

Hear me out, Nulla makes sweets and pastries. And while we’ve only seen pancakes and tiramisu (two desserts that aren’t too complicated), I imagine Nulla being unrealistically good at delicate and precise tasks. 

Which is how he perceives preening.

Okay, but seriously, have you tried to make macarons? If they sense your fucking vibes are off, it’s over. Don’t you even dare breathe if they haven’t allowed you to. 

Sorry, I’ve just been fighting a war against macarons and losing for a hot minute :(…

Nulla is very careful. He doesn’t wish to accidentally hurt or cause any discomfort to his Moon.

It’s a very intimate act. More so than anything with Nulla. Not intimate in a saucy way, but intimate in a “this act has made us grow closer as individuals like no other before.”

Nulla takes his time, running his fingers through each feather, straightening out the freshly-preened ones. 

It’s not simple preening. It’s an act of adoration and reverence. It is worship. 

Rafael

Rafael was surprised by the offer more than anyone else on this list. 

I mean, how could he not be? He never preened anyone’s feathers. Sure, he has lived through A LOT of experiences, but the closest he’s got to grooming wings was watching Septem preen himself FROM RAFAEL’S OWN BODY.

He was kind of held hostage there, so it doesn’t count? 

Arcturus has to show him how to do it, and then Rafael still takes it slow because he doesn’t want to hurt him.

Arct tries to reassure Rafael that he doesn’t have to be so cautious, but it takes some time for Rafael to get used to it and relax. 

He periodically stops to admire Arcturus’s wings and sinks into their feathery softness. 

After they’re done, Rafael hesitates before asking Arcturus to keep his wings out a little longer. 

Safe to say, he falls asleep in the gentle embrace of the Moon.

He does sneeze a couple of times though. The feathers tickle, you know…

[xbruised-peachx]

thank you for giving so much love to gromsko! Could we get an NSFW ABCs from you about him? 🥺❤️ i've seen a couple but i love your writing style and would love to see your interpretation

aFSGSGSHSFS MY FIRST LIL SHORT PROMPT THANK YOU SO MUCH

Obviously 🔞 MDNI, pure smut, fem reader (sorry i once again am self induging), no Y/N mentions, not betaread, and my headcanons!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He's always holding you close to his chest, doesn't matter if he subs or doms, facing toward or away from him, you are gonna be nuzzled into his chest. If he doms though, he will hold off just to get some water for you and will ask if you need anything else.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

👏tHIS MAN LOVE ASS BUT ESPECIALLY THIGHS. YOU CAN NOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE. He always will hold your hips against his when cuddling, making sure you can feel as he gets harder. When you are in shorts at home, it's incredibly common for him to come up behind, letting his fingers trail little indents as he grabs at your supple thighs. And god forbid you're just in panties or just a shirt, he will be struggling to keep eye contact. His hands will never leave the area below your hips for a few hours. (And if it's just his shirt? That's gonna be off in 0.2 seconds then you got something even bigger to deal with)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

While he desperately, and I mean desperately (he will literally beg even though he knows the answer), wants to cum inside, he knows for many reasons it's not feasible most times. So he'll go for the stomach otherwise. He loves seeing your abdominals flinch as its hit by the little bit of heat from it, seeing it slowly spread across your tummy. When he gets permission to cum inside though? That's all he's doing. Your hips will be glued to his, his strong grip making sure you are going nowhere and that you will get every drop.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Weirdly specific, hear me out... he's really into smells. He buries his nose into your hair while cuddling or kissing your neck, and you can hear that distinctive deep breath in. When he's going down, he's in absolute bliss, talking about how you smell as good as you taste. He's asked you before if he can take some panties for when he's on duty, and often a lonely night has been perked up by him buried deep in them, stroking himself to the memory of you. He also has developed a medical kink in a universe where you are in the military. He's helped you out so many times, while he doesn't like seeing you in pain, he can't help but enjoy seeing your face contort, whining out while your in his caring hands. He's fantasize many times about giving you a more hands on physical... just so he can practice more.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I say he knows what he's doing but despite seeming confident and cocky, he's only really gotten with two people. One a relationship and the other a much more casual hook up. The more casual one is where he got more of his experience from so he is insanely happy everyday he can share it with the one he loves and he feels the love from you from how you react.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. While it is basic, he just can't get over looking into your eyes, watching as your face screws into pleasure with every thrust, knowing he's the one giving you all this pleasure. Able to easily kiss your body while he's going, hearing you clearly as you moan his name.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's never one to leave sarcasm at the door when things get saucy. He'll always be cracking a joke when appropriate because he loves hearing your laugh, seeing you smile as you moan. It makes it so much more memorable to him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

This man can barely grow a mustache so he keeps whatever hair he can 💀 Nah but he keeps it you know, somewhat tidy but otherwise he is quite hairy, being on arms and legs especially, but he keeps his chest somewhat trimmed. He'll always keep a happy trail because he loves the look and keeps downstairs cut as short as he can as he hates the feeling of when hair just starts growing back.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He loves telling you how great your doing, how beautiful you look in between cursing to himself in Polish just from how good you feel. He can't look at your body too long without kissing it, any part of it. With that, he keeps your body close to his, absolutely adoring all that skin to skin contact.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Definitely while he's on tour/on duty. He's snuck phones to call you before, you've printed some physical photos for him as long as he swore to keep it somewhere no one else would see it. Often, he'll do it in the shower just to the thought of you, especially after a long mission. He needs to relieve his stress.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Just one of them so I don't go on forever; MARKING. He absolutely adores leaving hickeys and seeing them the next day. Little bite marks dot your shoulders and breasts. Your thighs have permant little marks from him grabbing hard and spreading them wide or just from while eating you out.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers private places so he has you all to himself, but he doesn't mind anywhere; on the couch, the bed, in the kitchen while cooking, taking a shower together. In a universe where your both in the military, he doesn't mind at all doing it in a tent. He'll lay out a nice blanket and he loves how close you get when the wind gets blowing.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Accepting his flirts or flirting back always gets him going. He loves that build up conversation, playing off your words and getting you to smile. He loves kissing you too, quickly turning to heated makeouts with you on his lap, tongues wrapping in the middle as he pulls you even closer.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Due to his medical training, he really can't do knife or gunplay. He doesn't like the risk at all and can't ignore it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

While he likes receiving, like any other guy, he is way more into giving. He could eat you out for hours, milking every moan from you. Loves making you cum multiple times, begging everytime for you to cum on his face. When you aren't sitting on his face, he'll have his fingers going on you as well, making sure you are in heaven, moaning his name while he softly strokes himself to your noises and taste.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He much more prefers taking his time, letting you orgasm many times before even getting started himself. Maybe even getting a couple in himself if he has the energy for it (he's edged himself a few times). Once he's finally towards him cumming though, he will go way more fast, rough, and erratic as he chases his own climax. He goes a bit animalistic during this point though, mostly even not speaking English as he can't be bothered to translate himself.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn't mind them but like I said, prefers a slow pace. He'll often reserve quickies for things like showers or, in a universe where your in the military, he'll go for quickies more often for obvious reasons, pulling you into a closet for something quick and quiet.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's willing to do anything you want to certain limits. He doesn't want to actually hurt you so that's his boundary but otherwise he is more than willing to try something to make you happy and to see if it's something he'll like himself.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He's built up some stamina by edging himself, but generally can go only 2-3 at most. For you, he'll make you cum way more than that but he'll make sure you are well worked on before he works on himself. He can last a while, but once he's inside you, he thinks its just heaven on earth and sometimes has to find himself slowing down his pace so he can truly have all the time he wants with you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

For the most part he's open to it but actually prefers it vanilla. He's used a vibrating cock ring before and both of you enjoyed it, but often in the heat of the moment, he prefers not dealing with the hassle. When he was on a particularly long tour though, he did buy a lovense, and that lead to some fun nights.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, he loves it. He loves seeing just how far he can push you, seeing what it'll take to get you to beg. He'll bring his hands as far up his thigh as he can, barely ghosting the area in between. He just loves hearing you moan without ever touching your clit or put his fingers inside.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is definitely loud as hell, usually groaning and growling but can't keep his mouth shut about how good you feel, how you sound so lovely, how beautiful you look. Particularly as he loses himself more and more to pleasure, he'll slip from just cursing in Polish to speaking full sentences, whether or not you can understand him, he gets to a point he doesn't care. He can't even think straight from how good he feels and he just wants to praise you, even if he can't think in English.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

OKAY I will used this to state my absolutely solid stance that Gromsko is a HEAVY switch. While he will sometimes ask you, most times he will just go with the follow. While he does whatever he can do please you, whatever you want, he does have his own desires. Sometimes he just wants to show his strength to you, dominating over you and seeing you becoming a moaning mess under him, knowing that he's the one making you feel so good. And sometimes he just wants to be the one begging for more of your touch, desperately kissing at your neck to please you, hoping to get more from you. He knows much you love when his eyes roll back when your riding him, making him moan and lose his grip on your hip as he loses himself.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

6 ¾ inch, getting up to 7 ¼" when hard (17 cm, 18.4 hard). He's pretty thick all around though, but he makes sure to work you up nicely so he can slip right in before he even tries. He knows his size so he makes sure you are comfortable the whole time. He's also uncut.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I'd say just a little above average, but if he's been gone a while on missions, his brain is so preoccupied with work that he doesn't realize how much he missed you til your arms around him as soon as he walks through the door. The second you kiss he realizes how pent up he truly is, and the kiss quickly deepens gets messy after that. In a universe where your both in the military, he does find it a bit harder to resist you when are around the base, but he can do it. Once he gets his moment alone though, he's gonna make sure you never forget it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

THIS MAN GOES OUT LIKE A LIGHT. He can have the stamina to cum a few times but the second he get you nice and cozy, cuddled up against him, the gentle rhythm of his chest quickly turns to his rather loud snore.

[mojo-is-rising]

Hi!

This is your Secret Santa for the OLNF SS event :) Do you mind telling me a bit more about Mickael and Kewin? For example, do they have any favourite foods or places they like to hang out with their respective love interests?

PS: Your MCs are cute! I really like Kewin's design in steps 2-4!

Hello hello! Arrgh this is the first time anyone asks abt my ocs, thank you a lot! I always try with my designs to make people you could just realistically find walking in the street so im glad you liked that! Mickael is a big, bigggg night owl, he prefers to prowl during the night and in the future he works during the night too, as a programmer or in other IT jobs. He usually prefers places with less people as he rlly struggles with loud noises and other strong sensations. Going to the diner at night or the bridge with Qiu is a big hit! Familarity is also important to him, going to new places or changing the schedule may throw him in a loop. So, staying at home is also a big preference, playing videogames or getting high with company (Qiu) is one of his fav pastimes... He's very picky with foods and usually goes to stuff you'l usually feed a child, the reference i put on the google docs is a little outdated - but during step 3 he's significantly underweight (just how it shows in the ref) - while in step 4 he gains a big of weight due to healthier habits (which is something I hadn't developed yet in the ref!). Him and Qiu kinda of have a "us versus the world" stand and i imagine they'd isolate themselves (with Qiu being at their worse in step 2 and mickie at step 3) up until step 4. With Kewin, its a bit more complicated to put his habits into words....uhm...imagine a lone wolf who sticks to the edge of the pack and spends a lot of time looking into the moon but not howling! People will often describe that he "Smiles with sad eyes" even if he's genuinly happy, he just has a chronic sunken expression. He loves natural places, the furthest from the city the best, loves the forests, rivers, mountains, the sounds and the strong smells of dirt, rain and fungi! He's a big, big nerd about nature, the animals and how the world may work - which is what brings him close to Tamarack in the end - so thats where they spend most of their time! If tama is sad here he goes gallivanting into the woods with her and pushes her off her insecurities of being "unlady-like". He'l eat about everything but he loves big, greasy food, all saucy and meaty - with a beer to go with! With Qiu he mostly goes with their whims and takes the backsit, unlike with Tamarack, and goes with them to ballet class, the back of the school and be aloof in their backyard - though he usually refrains from going to populous places with them. Remember, always at the edge of the pack but never in the center.

[bellofthemeadow]

Blended Hearts and Bitter Brew | Part 2

Summary: Your life was boring, hoping for your big break, you were stuck at Starbucks for what felt like forever. The hot metalhead that just came through your door might just be the amount of shit-stirring fun you've been looking for. (3.8K)

A/N: Hey everyone, I am very sorry for the delay for this chapter, its been quite crazy at work and with the ini starting again (MY LAST ONE YEHHH!), things have been even more intense. So, it's safe to say it's been quite a whirlwind. I also had to delete my previous post because I encountered an issue with the chapter that required me to go back and make some fixes. I'm hopeful that everything is resolved now - fingers crossed!

Additionally, I'd like to extend an invitation to anyone who may have questions or requests for me. I would be absolutely thrilled to have the opportunity to work on them. I'll be away for a few days, and there's nothing I'd love more than to find myself writing by the lake, to be honest. Thank you all for all of your support and kind words, I love you all very much!!

Taglist: @hehekittyhawk

Warning: SMUT, phone sex, discussion of sex, masturbation, wearing, suggestive language, reference to bratting and brat taming (18+) (no minors like at all!!!)

The Phone Call

Usually, after a long day at work, you were more than ready to head home and collapse on the couch while munching on an entire box of hot pockets. Today was a bit different, though. For the first time in a long while, you were actually... excited! Still riding the high from your encounter with Eddie, you took the extra 10 minutes out of your way to stop at the corner store and grab the second cheapest bottle of wine (Fancy) that you could find! Cradling the bottle like you were Gollum with the ring, you were ready to let loose and get a bit frisky.

You got home quickly, stepping through the streets of Indianapolis, your overheated mood a total contrast to the frosty outside. After a quick shower where you made sure to scrub every inch of your skin, which was now pinkish from the scalding heat of the water, you put on your favourite black satiny robe. The soft frock hugged you deliciously, flowing around you like water and reaching just beneath your ass, highlighting its fleshy curve. In front of your antique floor mirror that you’d found in a second-hand shop, you gave yourself a saucy wink while twirling like a damn Jewelry box ballerina. A slutty ballerina, in your case.

You giggled to yourself as you sifted through the kitchen drawer, searching for the candle you were certain you'd received during last year's Secret Santa. Your hand moved blindly, finally identifying the candle's rounded shape with your extended fingers. As you grasped it, you opened the container and took a deep sniff—Peppermint Mocha. You snorted; your manager really was an unimaginative dick. Well, it would have to do for tonight.

You lit it up using the lighter you had stashed under one of your flowerpots for smoking emergencies. You had promised yourself that you would cut back on smoking this year, but every once in a while, nothing could help ease the tension like a good cigarette. It was also unmatched after sex, although THAT front had been pretty quiet in the last few months. Perhaps Eddie could help resolve that, you thought with a cheeky smirk as you imagined him pulling harshly on your hair as you devoured his tattooed neck.

You let the pepperminty aroma waft through the room as you started to set the mood around your little shoebox studio. It wasn’t much – barely enough space for a double bed and a small round table – but it was all yours. You didn't have to share with anybody, didn’t have to abide by anyone’s schedule but your own. If you wanted to get high and eat ice cream straight out of the tube, or if you wanted to practice the riff you couldn’t quite get right on your guitar until early morning, or if, like tonight, you wanted to set a sultry mood and masturbate thinking about Eddie’s tattooed chest… Well, you damn well could.

You sink down to the ground and settle onto your round, fluffy carpet. This very carpet had been among the first pieces you had bought after settling in your new life in Indianapolis. Regret over this purchase had never crossed your mind; its deep burgundy shade harmonizes exquisitely with the studio's dusky tones. And right now, as you reach for your vinyl collection, you can feel all of its fibers against your bare legs. Your senses heightened since the afternoon; its gentle touch now feels almost teasing against your puckered skin making you shiver deliciously.

You allow your index finger to roam over the spines of the hundreds of vinyl records stacked at the foot of your bed. There were so many of them that you reckon you could use them as a bedside table or something. You were quite proud of them if you were completely honest. You’d spent so much time curating this collection since your dad brought home a vinyl player for your 11th birthday. Your dad had insisted that "its sound is far superior to them boom boxes kids use these days." Along with the player, he had purchased your first ever metal album: "Master of Puppets," That night, you had both spent the rest of your birthday listening to the music with your dad, both huddled in the living room, heads bobbing to the harsh rhythm of the tracks—much to your mom's annoyance who must have shouted "SHUT IT DOWN" at least a dozen times before you’d gone to bed, feeling like your life had changed completely. After that, there was no turning back. Ripped jeans, short black skirts, fishnets, and leather became your uniform, and music became your greatest lover.

You reached out and retrieved the specific record you had in mind. Gently sliding the sleek, obsidian vinyl out from its protective sleeve, you cradled it delicately. As the stylus met the surface, K. K. Downing’s guitar strings struck like a punch to your senses, in a delectable impact of metal. The music flowed through you like an electric current, coursing through the grooves, infiltrating your ears, and permeating every fibre of your being, until you were immersed, entwined, and carried away by the raw yet exquisite sound.

Moved by the beat, you rose and started swaying back and forth, the music's rush flooding you until you didn’t exist. Music always held a flavour more alluring than any drink and a sensation more ravishing than any drug – music consistently brought you to a peak of euphoria that couldn't be replicated by anything else. You loved that feeling; the one where you would float over the world in your own little bubble, where no one and nothing mattered except for you and the music.

 Your hand found the bottle of wine resting on the kitchen counter, and you took a large gulp, letting the burning liquid cascade down your throat. With the buzz of the wine slowly enveloping you and the music infusing life into your being, you began to move your hands up and down your body, tracing your curves beneath the satin of your robe.

Swaying your hips to the music, you let your mind drift back to Eddie; his husky voice as he tried to tease you, the mischievous tint behind his hazel eyes that you hoped would, when properly provoked, turn more devious—perhaps even a touch wicked. You let your mind wander to what Eddie was hiding behind that Metallica shirt. With a teasing smile to yourself, your body swaying from side to side in a tantalizing shimmy, finding balance with the rhythm of the music.

Come crawling faster Obey your master Your life burns faster Obey your master, master

The sound of your phone ringing brought you back down. "No way he called already!" You dropped the volume of the music before grabbing your phone.

Unknown number

This was too good to be true! And right on time too as the song on the vinyl changed. "Burnin' Up" started to invade your ears. Grinning deviously, that was perfect timing, and you were more than ready to put on a show if Eddie was on the other side of that line.

“Hey there handsome, feeling desperate, are we?” you sultrily cooed.

“Good to know you are a little brat outside of work too.” Eddie’s harsh tone sent a shiver down your back while his words sent a clenching wave through your core.

“Aw, but I just did what you wanted me to do.” You added a quiver to your voice for full effect, “I just wanted to be a good girl for you…”

“Fuck, you can’t just say shit like that baby!” You let out your best teasing laugh.

“Why is that? Am I making you hard?” You questioned innocently, “Are you hard for me right now Eddie?” A strained sound made its way to your ears as you took another gulp of your wine “Am I being a good girl for you now?”

“Good girls don’t tease. Good girls don’t… arg… Good girls listen, and they don’t act like desperate little brats for attention! ‘That why you were acting like a spoiled little princess earlier? Ya wanted all my attention, like the desperate little slut you are.?Well, you have it now baby, so you better make it worth my while” You whimpered at his words, but you didn’t want to give into him – not yet anyway, you wanted to savour this as long as you could.

“Tch, don’t flatter yourself. I don’t need attention from wannabe metal douchebags, thank you very much.” A dark chuckle erupted from the phone.

“Tut, tut, tut. Baby, you can fool yourself all you want. But I can see right through your little spoiled brat display.  Beneath all that though, rocker girl thing you’ve got going on, all you want is for me to put you in your place. Am I right, or am I right?”

Fuck, he was too good at this. Most men you had been with had not really wanted to indulge in this fantasy of yours. Most of them had found it weird, not really understanding that when you were acting like a bitch you didn’t want to have a “conversation to settle our differences” as one of your exes so aptly put it. You snorted - No, what you wanted was for someone to grab you by your hair and spit in your mouth. And then, you wanted to cuddle, eat junk food and listen to music until your ears bled. But that was a bit too much to ask apparently.

“Where did your mind go baby? Am I too much for your little bratty ass?” Eddie teased through the phone.

Suddenly a wave of vulnerability like you’d never really felt before washed over you, making you extremely self-conscious. You felt stupid in your little satin robe, half drunk on wine and desperate for some guy you all but had 10 words with. Your skin was itchy, and you felt too hot like a hand had wrapped itself around your throat and squeezed. Fuck, what was wrong with you? For once, a guy was willing to indulge in your little kinky fantasy and what? You were gonna have a panic attack?! You didn’t even know the guy, why were your nerves on fire, why did it feel like you couldn’t disappoint him? Why were you feeling like you were teetering on the edge of a precipice, ready to plummet to your death?

Were you afraid of the fall, or were you afraid that no one would be there to catch you?

“… I’m sorry Eddie, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” You could feel tears gathering in your eyes.

“Fuck, shit.” You could hear Eddie scrambling on the other side of the line, “Did I go too far? Fuck I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Shit I should’ve checked for safe words before, shouldn’t have gone straight into it, it's just you drive me goddam mad honey.” A pause as he seemed to realize what he had just said, “Not like “mad-mad” more like lust-mad or – fuck, I don’t even know what I am saying and I’m rambling, and I probably sound like a complete maniac and…” You let him continue, his unfocused voice making you feel safe and maybe, just a little… understood.  

“s’ok Eddie. It’s me, it's just… I guess I got a bit scared because you know… You just seem a bit too good to be true.” Silence.

“WHAT?! I seem too good to be true?” His voice took on a misbelieving tone, “Have you looked at yourself? You are like the definition of hot!” You chuckled at his words,

 “Nah I am serious babe! Next to “HOT” in the dictionary, there is a photo of your face, I promise you that!”

You felt yourself grow warm under his words, “You’re just saying that…”

“Hey, don’t do that alright,” he counters sternly, his voice so full of certitude and assurance that it fills you with safety. You were so full of his words that you could pop at any moment, “I don’t say shit I don’t mean, never. And look,” a sheepish pause made you hold your breath, “You kinda intimidated me back there, you know. Like your fucking hot, and your witty and then I find out your kinky AF too? I mean, you’re like my dream girl brought to life. I feel like if I pinch myself you’ll disappear, like I made you up or something.”

You release a breath at his words, attempting to regain a modicum of composure you tease, “What like Pygmalion? Am I your Galatea then?”

“Baby, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Never mind…Did I kill the mood?” you ask in a squeaky voice.

In response, Eddie burst into a hearty laugh, “Nah baby you didn’t. It’ll take a lot more than that to scare me away from someone like you… How ‘bout we slow down? Maybe you could tell me what you were doing before I called you up.”

That you could do, "Well, I got back from work all flustered, just had to blow off some steam, you know? Poured myself some wine and put on Killing Machine..." A pronounced groan reached your ears.

“A tad controversial for a so-called metalhead to choose that record—a bit too... mainstream," Eddie quipped, his tone teasing. But your lips curled into an unabashed smile. "Maybe, but I was riding a Burnin' Up vibe, and needed the perfect backdrop. Anyway, a solid album's just that, regardless of how mainstream it might be." you bantered in return.

"Amen to that, baby. But tell true honey, was that all you were doing? Sitting around with music and a glass of wine?" Eddie inquiries with a touch of salaciousness in his tone.

"I might have been dancing... explored a bit beneath my robe—" you teasingly purred.

"Describe it," Eddie suddenly interrupted breathlessly.

" Oh, you want to know what I’m wearing? Is that what you want Eddie?" you replied teasingly.

"Don’t tease baby, be a good girl and describe what you’re wearing.”

You pause for dramatic effect, taking the time to compose your thoughts. "I'm in my black robe, it's all satin with lace, barely grazes below my ass..." you slowly croon, your voice a delicate whisper.

"Damn, keep talking, baby," Eddie's voice urges you, dripping with desire. "It caresses my skin so sensuously, makes me feel so good... Am I doing well?" you inquire, a mix of nervousness and anticipation in your voice.

"Absolutely amazing, baby. Have you touched yourself yet?" he inquires further.

"Just my tits, Eddie. I was kinda hoping you'd give me a call," you shily confess “Are you happy to hear how much I want you?"

"More than you can imagine baby, are you wet for me?” You could almost picture him; he was sitting in a nondescript room, perhaps with some Metallica posters and records strewed about, he’s clenching his teeth as you describe how much you want him, perhaps he took out his cock too. Is he touching himself, you wonder? Because right now, all you want is to dip one of your fingers inside your panty and relieve some of the tension that has been building since before you left for work.

“I’m so wet for you Eddie… I think I’ve been wet since before I left work, that’s how much you affect me. I want to show you that I'm not just a brat; I can behave, I can be your good girl" you say earnestly.

"I know you can be, but let me share a little secret with you, baby." Eddie pauses, and you hold your breath, awaiting his words. "Truth is, I kinda love it when you get all bratty on me..."

At his words, emotions erupted within you—a mélange of lust, desire, joy, and a tad of shyness. Each little butterfly fluttering deep within your belly in a symphony of feelings.

“There’s more of that where it came from,” you sheepishly admit, all too aware of your tendencies to tease and your strong-headedness. You lick your lip, and purr, “Are you hard right now Eddie? Are you as hard for me as I am wet for you?”

“Oh baby, I’m as hard as fucking Andúril right now!” Eddie loudly pants.

“… What did you just say?!” Nervous laughter meets your ear as Eddie stammers,

“No-nothing. It’s nothing. Forget I said anything.” With regained confidence, he continues,

“You gonna touch yourself baby? Come on, be a good girl and touch yourself with me.” 

You quickly fumble with your phone as you put it on speaker and lay it next to you on your bed. “I’m in bed…” You shakily exhale.

“Yeah? Me too honey. Now. Touch. Yourself.” His tone left no room for arguing. You could hear a belt unbuckle and a zipper coming undone amidst the rushing of fabric on the other side of the line making you shiver as you imagine him taking his heavy dick in his large hand.  

Slowly you hiked your fingers up your thigh, feeling the goosebumps rise under the trace of your nails. You reach under your robe, and you hiss as your index finger grazes your weeping pussy. “Ohh Eddie, I’m so wet, I’m dripping everywhere.”

“Fuck baby, I want to hear.” Blushing like mad you position your phone next to your dripping pussy before slipping your index inside, the wet squelching of your finger going in and out of your core sending pleasurable shivers down your spine as you imagine Eddie’s reaction on the other side of the line.

You breathlessly moan “You hear that, Eddie? You hear how much my bratty little pussy wants you?!”

“Fuck sweetheart, that’s the most metal music I’ve ever heard. My dick’s so hard right now, I feel like it’s gonna fall off.”

“I want to hear you too.” You frantically demand “Yeah? You want to hear me rub my dick baby? You’re such a perverted little girl!” Eddie didn’t need much convincing and all of the sudden you heard a loud plop, and a loud moan escaping Eddie’s throat. The sounds sending an arrow straight to your warm core; did Eddie just spit on his dick? The wet sound of his hand going up his dick was truly one of the sexiest things you’ve ever heard.   

“I’m close baby…” Eddie admitted between loud moans.

“Already?” you giggle breathlessly.

“Fuck, don’t be a brat now baby. You close too?”

“Mmm-hmm” You hummed “Not close enough.”

“How many fingers, you’ve got in that sweet little pussy baby?” Eddie pants, almost pained.

“Just the one Edd.” “Shit baby, add another one. Can you add another one for me, honey?” His words alone were almost enough to send you over the edge.

“Yes Eddie, Yes I can. Anything for you!” You whisper-shout into your phone.

You dip another finger inside, ripping a loud moan from your throat. You part your finger, frantically spreading your slick all over and making a mess over your sheet.  You curve your index toward you until you reach the spongey spot inside of you that feels oh so good. You rub and rub while your thumb aggressively circles your clit.

“Oh Eddie!! Mmmmm… Fuck, I’m close Ed, I’m so close! I don’t want to come alone!!”

“You won’t baby, you’ll come when I tell you to come. Not before.” Eddie pants into the phone. After what feels like forever, you feel the cord that had been steadily building inside of you start to grow taunt, teetering on the edge of snapping in half.

“Eddie… pleasepleaseplease! Please let me come!”

“FUCK! Come for me baby, I’m cumming!” His words send you over the edge and you see a white light blinding you as your body grows tense before letting go.

You can hear Eddie’s panting on the other side of the line while you try to catch your breath. Now sticky and half-naked with your robe open, you feel a wave of shyness overtake you.

“Eddie? Are you… Are you ok?” A loud laugh meets your ear.

“Am I ok, Baby? Pretty sure the Milky Way just exploded in my room. Damn, that was the hottest thing ever!!” You shyly chuckled at his sweet words.

“It wasn’t like… too much or anything?”

“Wait Baby… Was that your first-time having phone sex?” You grew hot and are quick to dispel any ideas he might get “No, not at all. But…” you hesitate, “But it’s the first time anyone ever made me feel like that before.”

“What? Orgasmic?” Eddie teases.

“Shut up!” You laugh before your traitorous vulnerable heart plants himself down your throat, “I meant like safe; you know. Like you wouldn’t make fun of me or like you actually wanted to hear me come. Like I really mattered for a minute and it wasn’t just about your dick.”

Eddie’s voice grew soft at your words “Baby, there is nothing that I would love more than hearing you come every day, it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. If you let me, I’d put it on a CD and listen to it on repeat.”

“You mean that?”

“With ever fibers of my being baby.” Eddie answers honestly. You can hear the truthfulness and the transparency in his voice. makes you feel better, and perhaps a little bolder, as you ask, "Does that mean you'd like to see me in real life again and not just when I have to serve coffee?" When Eddie doesn’t answer for a second you feel your heart drop down like a lead balloon.

"Or not," you chuckle, "I didn't mean to sound conceited. It's fine if you don't wan—"

Eddie cuts you off, "I'd love to, baby."

"You would?" you ask, your voice tainted with disbelief.

"I didn't mean to sound so unenthusiastic. It's just that I'm not used to having such a pretty girl proposition me like that. Had to pinch my ass to make sure it was real, ya know."

You laugh as your hand nervously toys with the lace of your robe. "So when would you like to see me?"

"How about tomorrow? Pancakes for dinner, and then if you want, I have a show with my band in town. You could come with."

"Yeah? You want to see me tomorrow?"

"Nothing else I'd rather do."

"There's nothing else I'd rather do either, Eddie."

“Then it’s a date… Be ready 'cause I’m gonna rock your world Baby!”

You giggle at his words “Can’t wait Eddie.” You look around you, with thighs still sticky with your pleasure—yeah, you really couldn't wait to see your rockstar again.

Next chapter

[tortor-sauce]

What if Reth and Jel knew each other beforehand because they have a bit of a saucy history unbeknownst to Tish, and Jel now deliberately avoids Reth because he can't let Tish find out about the scandalous events that took place in some dark corners of Bahari City?

SORRY THIS CAME OUT LONGER THAN I WAS EXPECTING LOL;;

So, I've been thinking about this a lot lately. Specifically, the reason behind why Jel and Reth would no longer talk as frequently if they did have a thing once before. Or at least not openly. They're very clear in explaining the effects of straying from one's path in their culture and, seeing as how Jel is actively trying to pave his path and be worthy of his family name, I think even being associated with someone like Reth would somehow tarnish his own image. WHICH,, like sounds so bad but I feel could be one of the main contributors as to why he's been so hesitant to approach Reth at all. Plus I live for the angst heh..

(spoilers ahead) During Jel's quest when helping him with Kenyatta's gown, if you choose to speak with Kenyatta and appease her as the person wearing the gown rather than Eshe who is technically his client for paying, I find it monumental that he really seems eager to explore his more creative and free side even if it means going against the grain. I think he struggles deeply with doing things the "right way" (perhaps due to his family and culture) versus wanting to let his creative spirit be free. Though ultimately he ends up appeasing Eshe as his client, after all, but I think the act of at least exploring more options than just the "right way" is important to his character development.

I bring all this up to say that if Jel and Reth had something secret back in Bahari City, I think Jel would continue to feel those persistent desires of wanting to explore Reth as a person. I imagine being around someone like Reth, someone who has strayed from his path, is now living and dealing with the consequences, and has lived his life so self-sacrificing to do what he wants/thinks is best despite the pressures of society would help put his own worries at ease... or even make them feel minuscule in comparison and give him more courage to face his own problems head-on. Or idk just be desirable in its own right. Craving something different than the norm and finding beauty in unexpected places does seem to be his forte after all hhehe.

I.. uh :^) imagine them meeting in secret at night after Reth leaves the underground and Jel is out standing by the lake. The secret nightly meetings becoming a sort of sanctum and place of safety and freedom for the two of them to finally just be themselves without having to worry about pleasing anyone else or following anyone else's rules.

Not to mention, with how close Tish is with the both of them I imagine they'd want to keep her mind at ease and not want to worry her. Or, if it ever came to it, to make her choose between the two of them. Though I personally feel she would always choose her brother no matter who it is (sobs quietly curled in the fetal position). So I think when the three of them meet in the evenings it's a nice time for them to watch the fruits of their efforts in keeping Tish happy... even if they exchange a knowing glance each other's way every so often (dies). But now that I think about it, I think Tish is the type of person to be totally happy her best friend and brother are in love with each other!? Aaaah so many different perspectives to explore~~~

[ronnie2point0]

... nobody told me to do this nobody not a single soul d. bloodmarch nsfw headcanons.

CRUCIFY ME CRUCIFY ME RIGHT NEXT TO JOSEPH I DON'T CARE. I HAVE DONE WHAT MANY MEN HAVE FEARED TO DO AND SOMEONE IS PROBABLY SEARCHING FOR SOME RECENT SHIT LIKE THIS ANYWAY

anyways i may or may not have studied his character a little too long if it feels a little too accurate (or not) don't shoot me please

Judging by the affectionate nature he's got (ex. bouquet making, letters to you, etc.) Damien would be the kind of man to 'go big or go home'; loves the setup of the 'rosepetals leading to the bed' trope, big on enhancing the experience down to the little things (ex. scent of candles, lighting, bedsheets and coloring, music if you care for it, even down to the body wash and fragrances on himself to keep you interested + kind of aphrodisiac-esque?)

King of Sensuality. What did you expect? He's a Victorian aficionado. He writes poetry. He indulges in raunchy NaruSasu fanfiction. He's got saucy things to say when the time is right, and it's shocking everytime. Knowingly presenting himself as incredibly put-together, gentlemanly-like and respectful, he sure as hell uses your inital perception of him to his advantage. Starts with little sweet compliments and quips about your appearance, then it'll be the gestures. The lingering finger dropping down your spine before he departs. The longing gaze before dropping it to keep you thinking about what's in his mind. The nectar-sweetness of his caress of your cheek until a kiss is given... and he'll make it last just before you need more. Small bonus: Body Worship™.

He's a switch. I don't make the rules. Depending on the partner he'll fluctuate more on topping or bottoming, but generally Damien will love both. Avid strap-on user. If he's bottoming: missionary through-and-through. Likes the intimacy of seeing your face + reactions to his own if you hit/touch a spot he loves, likes to gently claw at your back or wrap himself around your neck and feel you near. Topping? Lotus. Same case of intimacy mentioned prior. (of course in reverse)

Probably enjoys the flair of kinks/fetishes; the man avidly imagines things a little too vividly when it comes to sex + has his naughty ass books to prove he's most likely interested. May enjoy wax play, raunchy massages in moody lighting (probably would pick up the kind of oils that make your skin tinge/heat), yes it's super on the nose but a vampire kink. May or may not like doing it in his study (mainly oral) and has a guilty pleasure for being called "sir". He tries not to acknowledge that one but his pink cheeks give it away.

Sorry to crush any small dreams but the man is too nice for his own good; painfully patient and incredibly good at purred praises but can't bare the idea of insulting/degrading you in anyway shape or form. To Damien your body is a shrine he'll praise and keep in prisitine condition till 'Death Do Us Part' because it hurts the values and morals he has for himself. And maybe he's a bit scared you won't take it well if he does have the courage to try once on a blue moon. Worst he can get is being some sassy little tease (thank Mary for the influence) and prod your buttons until it's too much, which in his eyes he can see as 'forgivable sadism'.

Damien isn't much of a vocal person during the early stages of your relationship with him—dysphoria is still presently a bitch and it does take him longer than most to fully dive into preparing himself to be bare in front of you. (its cute even when you know you've accepted him already) Tends to either hum or sigh at best. Later on however... loves to mewl. Loves to whine if he's frustrated from work and does the 'Pouty-Cheek Thing'™ if you're purposely hard on him (heuheu get it) for funsies + still timelessly get's shy and bashful if you're honest about how good he sounds

Remember how I said he's big on sensuality and enjoys body worship? small secret: his erogenous zones are by his thighs, inner wrists and ears. sorry i dont I DON'T MAKE THE RULES do you see how i have too much time on my hands also good morning tumblr so sorry for this

[amazingmsme]

(Made a tk acc so yippee!)

Anyway, prompt:

Owen and Curt have been in in a (secret[ly gay]) relationship for a few months now, though they only see each other maybe a few days per month. (I think they prob met on a long mission together, hence giving them time to catch feels.) But this is their first full time off or mission together. Theyre staying in a hotel room, wanting to get a bit 🔥saucy🔥 but Owen makes the mistake of peppering bunches of kisses on Curt's neck.

Aaaaand of course Curt denies EVERYTHING and Owen thinks its ADORABLE and has to get him to admit it. Not so Mr-Tough-Spy now huh-

(The gist w/o giving it away, thoughts?)

Everyone go follow, we need more starkid/tcb fans in this community of ours! I’m so so close to being done with the semester but once I’m done I have so many great prompts to get to! I have some fun plans for this blog in the (hopefully) near future!

But I absolutely LOVE this, it’s so perfectly in character & so damn cute & sweet & I have so many feelings for curtwen & this will make those feelings hurt less lmao. Trust me; there was a time when they were happy

[violetasteria]

Clandestine Chapter 12 💗

Happy Only You Sango Week! 💕 

To kick things off, @skyelara & I are thrilled to give you the next installation of Clandestine! Read it ✨here✨ today!

For today's Roots theme from @only-you-sango-week, we focused on the meaning of the Hiraikotsu to Sango and what she might be feeling when it breaks in Episodes 44-45.

(New banner still in the works, but enjoy this one for now so at least we don't end up in banner jail again 😂)

We've decided that, in order to get more frequent updates, we're returning to Clandestine's roots as a drabble series. But don't worry, there's still plenty of saucy and secret moments to come.

Check out today's preview below the cut 😊

As one last treat, I have also recently received this STUNNING commission of Clandestine from the wonderful @eliza-faust-diary 🤩 It takes place a bit before today's chapter, and shows an incredible stolen moment from our favorite monk and slayer 💕 

The pieces clattered uselessly to the ground around the possessed swordsmith. A gasp escaped her lips at the sight. Her weapon crashed to the ground, torn in two. A sudden pang of grief grasped her heart, squeezing, as she felt her heart split the same as her weapon had. Eyes trained on her now useless weapon, her lungs ceased to work. 

She didn’t truly understand the devastation she’d felt at the time, but now it was clear.

Hirakotsu was so much more to her than a simple weapon. It was who she was. It was her very foundation as a demon slayer and a cherished remnant of a previous, happy life in the slayers’ village.

She reached down to collect the ruins of her beloved weapon, her shaky palms brushing against the cool bones. The voices of her chattering friends reached her ears from across the open field. They were unaware of her plight, caught up in their deliberation of how to proceed with the dangerous sword, whose evil still lingered even after its master had perished.

Tears streamed silently down her face as she ran her hand over the smooth rift of the weapon where Tokijin had split it in half. She was careful not to make too much noise, lest she attract the prying eyes of her friends. She knew, of course, how much they cared for her by now, but she really did prefer to grieve alone. 

It was bad enough that Miroku had caught her crying in her moments of sorrow. She didn’t need the others to also see the weakness in her heart, as well. She didn’t need them to see how she wasn’t strong enough to protect her allies. Her friends. After all, she had just been so helplessly injured in the aftermath of their last battle. First it was Kanna, slinging her weapon back at her, like she was a child again, training for the first time. Now her weapon, the very source of her strength, was struck down without so much as making a strike against her enemy.