#the thumb stroking vs the arm stroking

[hyperfixies]

I know I keep complaining that JayVik didn't kiss and the problematic implications this has for male queer couples compared to other couples yadda yadda but I'm also aware that Fortiche did what they could and that they made sure to use the Zaunite gesture of touching foreheads instead of touching lips.

We see a few examples of that over the course of the show and it's obviously an act that speaks of a deep bond between two individuals.

But one scene in particular stood out to me. In season 2 episode 8, during the scene where Jayce is giving his speech and we see families say goodbye to one another as one of them goes off to join the fight, there's this scene between two parents using the forehead touch in lieu of a kiss goodbye:

And in the next episode we get this and I've seen enough of this show to know Fortiche don't draw a single frame that isn't intentional:

So yeah I'm taking the liberty of eating that up, thank you.

[buckyalpine]

18+ minors dni, that is your warning. Idk how we ended up with this. Some subby vs dom Bucky having wet dreams has such a choke hold on me right now. Apologies in advance, it gets quite feral.

Imagine subby Bucky whining and whimpering into his pillow with his aching cock throbbing against the mattress, cum dribbling from his tip, his hips pressing against the bed to relieve how full his dick feels. He shivers in his sleep as he wets his boxer briefs' and the bed with his load, cuddling into the pillow more because how he feels all sensitive, floating in a hazy bliss. At some point when he does wake up, he feels the warm sticky mess he made and his cheeks are dusted pink thinking about what caused all this in the first place. He should change the sheets and he should hop into the shower but that dream-

He can't help but shove his hand into his briefs, biting his lip to keep his voice down while he tugs at his cock in the privacy of his room, thankful you had no idea how desperate he was for you.

He needs your breasts in his face, something for him to suckle on to keep his voice down when he's balls deep in you. The thought makes him harder and he pulls the waistband of his brief's down to free his cock, stroking faster. Poor baby so badly wants to stop, you're too sweet and here he is acting like such a little pervert but a thick drop of precum drips out and he can't stop now, he needs to get it all out. He wonders if you'd put it in your mouth, fuck if you'd try and take both balls, telling him how good he tastes, how he's such a good boy for holding it, how big and good his dick feels, how you'd touch him so softly and-

"A-angel-y/n-mmph"- his voice melts into a whine as he throws his head back, chest heaving between sweet breathy moans, cum shooting and dripping onto his abs. He's made an even bigger mess than before and he's not sure how he's going to face you after what he's just done but he can't help it, not when it's you.

But then imagine dom Bucky who lets out a muffled groan, his metal arm whirring, fingers tearing the sheets when pleasure out of his control makes his balls full and heavy, his cock growing rock hard. His muscles tense and he ruts into the bed to chase the intense feeling between his legs. "Mmph-fuck" His voice is laced with sleep as his hips stutter, pink lips parted when he moans, cumming all over himself and the bed. Ropes of his spend seem to pour endlessly from his cockhead, his body producing more than enough cum for days. His eyes crack open when the sun pours into his room and he stretches, feeling relaxed and satisfied. He smirks when he remembers that dream, lazily kicking off the sheets and tossing his boxers off so he can think about it again, this time with more control. He's hard in no time, keeping his legs spread while his metal hand cups and rolls his balls, his other working his length up and down.

He thinks about the way you'd suckle on his tip, hissing when he lets his thumb toy with his slit, imaging it being your tongue lapping up the milk he's ready to give you.

"Mm, that's it angel" He groans, giving his balls a tug and rutting his hips up to fuck his fist thinking about how perfect you'd be if you swallowed every single drop, sticking your tongue out after to show him you drank it all.

His mind continues to wonder thinking about what his filthy imagination cooked up last night in his dreams. Your body would look so pretty on full display for him with your legs spread apart so he can put his cock in exactly where it belongs. His eyes roll back at the thought of you whining and whimpering over how his fat dick is stretching you. Bucky really isn't the type to put a lot of thought into his dick size but when it comes to you it makes him feral. He wants to hear those whimpers when you feel his erection press against you if you sat on his lap, to see your eyes widen when he pulls it out, for you tell him it's not gonna fit.

At this point, Bucky doesn't give a fuck that he's moaning shamelessly on his bed with both hands playing and working at his cock and balls. The walls are soundproof anyway. He alternates between closing his eyes and thinking of you and looking at his leaky length, he fucking knows its perfect and so pink and pretty. He just knows you'd want to play with it and kiss it and suck it. God, he wants you to suck it. So bad.

"Suck it angel, c'mon, suck daddy's cock"

He almost wishes you were able to hear him next door. You have him so worked up, his seconds away from shoving his pillow between his legs and humping it till his balls are empty.

"God damn angel, fuck are you doing to me" He murmurs when he gets closer to cumming, thinking about his dream ended up with your legs around his waist, his cum painting the inside of your cunt. His moans grow louder, brows furrowed and jaw slack when the first stream blows from the tip smearing onto his lips. "Holy fuck-fuck-hng-

He's never cum that hard before, moaning loudly again when he lets his hand massage his sensitive and swollen head making sure he drains his balls, getting out every drop.

He's not even mad at the musky salty tastes of himself as he starts to come down from his high, continuing to give himself a few more lazy strokes as he strides over to take a shower. He has training with you later today and he can't wait to make those dreams a reality.

[bella-goths-wife]

The Vee's reactions to their platonic(parental for Val Vox maybe if you are feeling it?) pet seeking them out for affection after a breakdown? Just desperate for any comfort

Yandere Vs reaction to pet reader seeking comfort after a breakdown

Warnings: SA implied/threatened and mentioned, Valentino, panic attacks, self harm (hair pulling, using broken glass and arm scratching) hurt/little comfort, existential crisis mode, just poor Vs pet, abuse, punishments, dark content

Vox:

You didn’t know what brought it on honestly

One minute you were working with Valentino in the living room of the upper level of the tower where you and the Vs resided, and the next your feet are carrying you as fast as they could away from him

Maybe it was a mixture of things, val’s hand on your knee, the inappropriate sounds you were having to edit that you could identify as angel dust, his talking about how he wanted to hurt angel

All of it just mashed together to create an overwhelming feeling of pure fear

So you did what you were so used to doing when you were alive, you ran as fast as you could from the perceived danger

You could hear Valentino’s angered yells from behind you but your legs still carried you in the opposite direction until they took you to Voxs office

You assumed it would be empty since Vox had to be charging at this time, so you entered it knowing that Valentino wouldn’t enter the office out of fear that Vox would see him

You collapsed on the floor and sobbed you heart out with painful cries as your fingers threaded into your hair and tugged painfully to get a feeling of pain that could ground you

But Vox was in the office, and he looked at the sight in front of him with a mixture of parental concern and anger that someone had disturbed his possession

He approached you carefully before crouching down to meet your eyes

He repeatedly asked you what was wrong but you couldn’t answer, it was only when he touched your arm did he get a reaction out of you as your eyes snapped up to look at him before wrenching your arm away

This confused and concerned Vox but he didn’t have time to decipher your reaction before you practically pounced on his crouching figure and wrapped your arms around his middle as he fell backwards

(Think when jinx and silco first meet)

He stayed still out of shock for a few moments as you sobbed into his ridiculously expensive suit before he wrapped his arms around you and stroked your arm comfortingly

He pulled your face out of his chest and held your face in his hands before wiping away your tears with his thumbs and ignoring the crackles that came from your tears seeping into his technological body

You rant your little heart out but Vox completely zoned you out as he focuses on what this situation had made him feel

He felt concern sure, but the fact that you’d come to him to seek comfort and affection gave him a small thrill

You never gave him affection willingly unless he had given you drugs beforehand to make you calmer in his presence, so this just proved to him that you needed him

He made a mental note to make you work with Valentino more, if this was the reaction he was going to get

He may be concerned, but he’s cruel enough to ignore your panicked state if it meant you’d continue to willingly give him affection

Velvette:

Velvette had been especially cruel today

It was like she was purposely setting you up to fail just for her entertainment, the same way you pretend to throw a toy for a puppy and have them look back at you confused when they can’t find it

She purposely gave you the wrong coffee order for the models, she sent you into voxs office with unfinished paperwork and she had been verbally abusing you from the moment you entered the room

But something snapped in you after the two of you were alone for the night, she said something particularly cruel

“Maybe if you were a bit more useful then you could have lived to reach your twenties at least, but instead your down here because your molly infested brain was too useless to work out how to save yourself and the others”

Your death was a particularly sensitive spot, and usually the Vs stayed away from that subject because of your volatile reaction when you had to recount the story after hours of interrogation

And velvette had just pressed on it like it was a fresh bruise

Your breakdown started out of anger as velvette turned her back and you grabbed a tray of champagne glasses before throwing it against the closest wall

This shocked velvette to her core, she’d never seen you show such extreme and violent anger before

So she watched on as you destroyed furniture and glasses around the room before you knelt on the ground and sobbed

You were kneeling directly on the smaller shards of broken glass as you cried and grabbed handfuls of the glass and held them tightly in your palms

Velvette tried commanding you to stop in various ways but you just kept crying as the blood spread onto the floor

After ten minutes of watching you cry, velvette sighed and stomped over to you before slapping you harshly across the face

You stopped crying as you held your face in shock, but what shocked you more was the feeling of velvettes hand petting your hair in a similar fashion to how youd pet your dog

You felt yourself lean into her palm, desperate for the contact despite it coming from one of your abusers

Velvette hand trailed from your hair to your face as she gently traced the musical note markings that ran down your cheeks

You leaned into her palm before she grabbed your chin harshly and moved your head to observe the destruction you’d caused

“Clean this shit up immediately” she commanded harshly “then meet me in my bedroom”

You cleaned the room for hours and ignored the pain that it caused before you met velvette in her room where she removed the glass from your hands and knees before bandaging them and commanding you to sleep in her bed for the night

As she watched you sleep, she couldn’t help but think about what she had observed from you today

And she quickly worked out that one day she could use your anger to her benefit, and she planned on doing just that when the time was right

But sleep peacefully for now, pet

Valentino:

Your breakdown had happened the minute he forced you into his studio

Vox had put strict rules in place stating that you weren’t to go on there, but Val felt adventurous today

But that’s not what caused the breakdown particularly, it was the unedited video of angel dust playing on the screens

The video that showed his pained and fearful expressions

And the cherry on top was realising that the two of you were alone and that the camera was on and facing you

You mentally tried to prepare yourself for what you thought was going to happen, and you tried to dissociate from your body to avoid feeling his touch

But you couldn’t, panic filled your entire body as you bolted for the door but it was locked

Val just grinned his evil fucking grin

He hadn’t brought you here to assault you, even though he engineered the situation to imply that

He brought you here because he wanted you to capture your breakdown on camera after being told about them from Vox

He thought it would be funny to show the next time he and the other Vs had time to watch a movie, he knows both of them get so fascinated by the complexities of your emotions

You had started to violently bang on the door to see if you could free yourself but it was useless

Val simply sat on the chair near the door and watched as your fawn ears became pinned to your skull and you fell to the ground out of fear

Tears filled your eyes as you hyperventilated through the fears, and you brought your nails to the skin of your arms and dragged them down harshly to give yourself some pain to distract yourself from the panic

“Stop that” val commanded harshly when he saw the harm his toy was doing to herself “come here”

You walked forward cautiously as you sobbed and hyperventilated while holding your arms protectively over your body

“Sit” Val had commanded with a grin as you followed his directions

He grabbed your head surprisingly gently and laid it down on his fluff covered shoulder

You say crying and preparing yourself for the worst on his shoulder and Val just grinned into the camera

Until you did something unexpected and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and cried into his shoulder

Valentino sat there stunned as you cried into his shoulder until his hand came up to rub your back in what he thought was a soothing manner

You sobs increased at his touch but all he did was hold you for a few moments before getting up and turning the camera off

He then went and grabbed the bandages and wrapped your scratched up arms, all while having an expression of concern mixed in with confusion

“I’m sorry princesa” he said quietly as he wrapped your arms “it won’t happen again”

He gets up and unlocked the door and watched as you ran out and locked yourself in your room to likely continue your breakdown

Val watched his toy self destruct and it wasn’t nearly as fun as it was when he watched his actors do so

He almost felt embarrassed, shameful even. The same way he would feel if he accidentally damaged his expensive car in a way he knew couldn’t be fixed with a simple paint job

Maybe it was your touch that made him feel this, the touch of someone he didn’t have any romantic or sexual interest in

He looked at the camera and felt a deep sense of disappointment hit him

He wanted anger like you had with velvette or emotional pain that you had with Vox

But all he received was fear and all it filled him with was a sense of boredom and shame

He was bored if fear from you, he wanted a more complex reaction

And he’d get it out of you somehow

Tag list so far :)

@buttercupfangirl @repostingmyfavs @the-faceless-bride

[lessi-lover]

maybe where reader is anxious (maybe has a panic attack) and leah notices and helps her? have a lively weekend !

safe in your arms II l.williamson x reader

short little blurb based on this request, thank you for the help! x ★ safe in your arms II l. williamson x reader

tw: anxiety, panic attacks, emotional distress, public scrutiny. author note - please note that the experiences of anxiety and emotional distress depicted in this story are not my own. they are drawn respectfully from others who have faced these challenges.

06 ★ ~ l. williamson

the press conference room buzzed with an electric energy, the passionate feeling was unmatched, a stark contrast to the nervous fluttering in your stomach.

Chelsea vs. Arsenal W.F.C, Sunday, December 10th 2023. one of the most important games of the barclays super league, the highest league of football in england, the pressure was undeniable.

seated beside leah, you felt the weight of every camera flash, each question from the reporters heightening you angst.

leah's presence was a comfort, her hand hidden under the table, resting on your thigh, her thumb rubbing softly into your skin. although, even that felt like a fragile shield against the slaughter of probing questions sent your way.

as the questions grew more personal, the knot of anxiety in your chest tightened, your throat beginning to close up. "does your relationship affect the team's ability to focus?" a reporter asked, pen ready in his hand.

leah's responses were calm and measured, her ability to fend off invasive journalists was admirable, yourself never having particularly having the confidence. your breaths became shallow, the room felt as if it was closing in around you. your skin began to heat up, eyesight now blurred and hazy.

when the question about your personal life being a distraction was posed, it was the final straw. your heart raced, and the room spun in circles. "darling." you could hear your girlfriend trying to speak to you, her mouth moving, but no sound coming out.

standing abruptly, you excused yourself, nearly stumbling as you retreated to the first empty room you could find, leah following closely behind you.

the warmth of the bathroom enveloped your body, leaving your skin sticky and uncomfortable. leaning your forehead against the sink, you tried to steady your breathing, but the overwhelming feelings just made your breaths shallower.

that's when leah appeared, concern evident on her features, as she closed the door behind her.

"hey, it's alright," leah's voice was soft, a stark contrast to the chaotic room you'd just left. she approached and gently cupped your face, her thumbs stroking your tearful cheeks. "breathe with me love," she coaxed. your legs shook, your body almost crashing to the ground, before the blonde caught you.

her soft, blue eyes, filled with unwavering support and comfort, locked with yours in the glass mirror. as your breaths finally began to match hers, leah leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, before leaning her own head against yours. "you're okay, darling. i'm here," she whispered, her lips brushing against your cheek, sending a wave of comfort through you.

feeling a bit steadier, you wrapped your arms around her, seeking the warmth and safety of her arms. leah held you close, whispering loving words, her heart beating steadily against your chest. she kissed the top of your head, each kiss a wordless promise of her love for you.

she would always be there for you.

after a moment, when leah thought you were ready, she pulled back slightly, her eyes searching yours. "let's leave, let's go." she suggested, her voice a gentle whisper. "we can go home, love." the thought of escaping with Leah, away from the prying eyes and bright lights, was a savior to your conflicted mind.

she clasped her hand with yours, as both made your way through the busy corridors of the building, freeing away from the hectic conference. once outside, the cool night air was refreshing, washing over your skin like a soothing breath after the stifling feeling you'd left behind.

the drive home was quiet, staring out the window, you let your eyes wonder the busy streets of london. you never really did let yourself have a second to pause. the blonde driving you, understood you needed time for your head to ground itself. her presence beside you was reassuring, her hand finding yours, squeezing it gently, a reminder that you would get through this together.

you finally turned to leah, your voice barely above a small whisper, 'Thank you for being there, for me.' leah's response was immediate, 'Always, love. We're in this together."

lost in your own thought, you didn't even take notice that you had arrived home, leah gently tucked a strand of her behind your ear. getting out of the car, she raced over to your side, a common gesture of the blonde. although, this time it meant more.

the familiar scent of home greeted you as Leah opened the door, the soft lighting inside calming your eyes. back in the comfort of your home, you felt your breath return to its usual pace, and the pounding in your head reside. leah took care of you with a tenderness that made your heart swell up in love.

she prepared your favorite snacks and settled next to you on the couch, wrapping a braided blanket around you both. she lifted your hips, bringing you impossibly close, before lighting pecking the side of your head.

the movie playing in the background was merely white noise to the comfort you found in each other. staring up into her consoling eyes, you found yourself taken away at her natural beauty.

leaning into the blonde, you felt the last remnants of the stressful evening melt away. she turned to you, her eyes gentle in the dim light, and leaned in to capture your lips in a gentle, loving kiss.

"you always make everything better," you whispered against her lips, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. you tucked your head into her neck, allowing yourself to enjoy her comfort.

leah smiled back, her eyes twinkling in affection. "i love you, in every moment, no matter what," she replied, her voice low and sincere. she kissed you again, each a faithful indication of the depth of her feelings.

as the night aged, the two of you remained wrapped in each other's arms, the world of reporters and judgemental fans fading to a distant memory.

in leah's arms, you found not just love, but a place where you could be vulnerable and still feel safe.

you knew she was the one.

[inklore]

bad liar

the daggers of love masterlist

premise: hooking up with your brothers best friend is not a mistake you wish to repeat. watching each other get off seems like the only viable option to restrain yourselves.

pairing: javy 'coyote' machado x seresin!reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: eighteen+ content, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, coyote is a little tease, references to past hook ups, spit mention, pet names (bunny is readers nickname, baby), a touch of enemies with benefits, reader and jake are step siblings therefore reader is not written with any ethnicity in mind.

note: it's insane ya'll don't write for this pretty man more. but this is basically a prequel to the full fic i have planned for javy aka brothers best friend galore!

“You’re not playing fair, bunny.” Javy smirks at the scowl you give him for the childish nickname. His tongue runs along his bottom lip like the predator of his own nickname would its prey—coyote vs. bunny.

“I didn’t know you made the rules.” You retort, trying to act as unphased as one can with their hand between their legs, touching themselves in front of their brother's best friend. 

His head falls to the side, giving you a cheeky look that makes your lower belly burn. “I mean, it’s not really fair when you’re doing this to keep my hands off of you, and I can’t see that pretty pussy that I want so badly.” His own leg that's bent, and on the couch, the two of you share kicks at your ankle gently. Trying to pull your legs apart, spread you for him so he can see between your thighs. 

“Or I could just,” his hand leaves his cock, which is hard and leaking against his fingers, to lean forward and wrap itself around your calf. 

“Javy!” You scold him, kicking his palm with your foot, your legs flailing for half a second to get him away from you and back to his spot on the other end of the couch. His laughter makes your own bubble up inside of you. “Stay on your side.”

“Then let me see you.” He leans against the arm of the couch, his fingers coming back to his cock. Thumb running along the head slowly before he strokes down, a hitch in his breath. “Please, baby.” 

The dip your stomach does from the silly pet name, the way his chest falls heavy each time he moves over the head of his cock—flashbacks of the noises he made when he ran it through your wetness before pushing in and stretching you to the point of burning pleasure at your spine, the first few thrusts feeling like he was splitting you in two, Javy’s mouth hovering over yours, “I know you can take it, baby." 

And why shouldn’t he feel as fucking wrecked as you do right now, when he’s not even inside of you? This was the whole point of this, wasn’t it, to get all your feelings out this way instead of actually sleeping together again. 

Jake would kill the both of you. And while you hate labeling it a mistake, it’s not something you think should happen again for that very reason. You were notoriously bad at keeping secrets, and you’d like everyone to continue to think you found Coyote to be as annoying as the first day you met him—and not currently giving you the type of bedroom eyes that make you willing to risk your pride and the wrath of your brother to feel the weight of his cock against your tongue or his fingers in your hair guiding your pussy down onto his length. 

So without another objective thought, you spread your legs, and while Javy was still adorning his gray shorts, you were completely bare from the waist down. The burning look that flashes over his face, like he’s starved and it’s taking everything inside of him to not connect his mouth where your fingers are currently rolling your clit, has you whimpering. 

Your wetness completely on display for him. Showcasing the arousal that’s gathered against your thighs and coated your fingers and pussy. Any shyness you could possibly feel draining from your body thanks to your own desire and how he’s devouring you with his stare. 

“You drive me crazy,” he says, half laughing, half groaning. Teeth rolling his bottom lip between them. 

“Good, because the feelings are more than mutual.” You can’t even pretend to give him your regular flare of annoyance in your voice. Of hatred, because it’s drained from your body completely. 

“I might be a little jealous if this is how your body reacts to someone you dislike as much as you claim to.” 

“New rule, no talking.” 

He chuckles. “Now you’re pretending like you don’t get off by every word I say? You’re just full of lies, aren’t you, bunny?” 

“Don’t-”

“First you claim you hate me, but you were wet even before you started touching yourself. I didn’t even try to touch you, and I made that pussy wet.” He smirks, “and now you don’t like when I talk, when I specifically remember walking you through coming on my cock the last time you were wrapped around it. And your fingers haven’t stuttered once.” He locks his eyes on yours, “you wish you hated me, baby. So so badly, don’t you? It’s okay,” he teases. 

If your cheeks weren’t on fire and your body completely inflamed from not only his dark eyes but his—annoyingly correct—words, you’d do something other than reach your foot out and hit his calf with it. 

And you want to hide your face in the pillow at your back when you watch his neck bend to spit on the tip of his cock and rub it along his shaft, the soft squelch of your own bodily fluids that made a similar, more filthy noise the last time you were this wet—this in need. 

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. 

The longer your eyes lock, explore, and the more Javy opens his mouth, the closer you get to begging him for something that can’t happen. 

The ache in your core only grows more and more intense, like there’s a fire in your insides, the longer you rub fast circles against your clit. Coiling up for a release that won’t even come close to satisfying in the way it would feel with Coyote’s hands replacing yours. 

“All you need to do is ask, baby.” You hate that he knows what you’re thinking; the intensity you’re feeling as wrecked and heady as you are just from the prospect and desire of wanting—needing—him. While the animalistic look in his eyes and the soft grunts he’s letting out are making him look composed, as if he’s just waiting for you to ask. To beg him to fuck you. 

You shake your head, an attempt at a scowl making him smile. 

“Always such a good girl. Even when you’re so close to coming for me.” The muscles in his arm strain with each stroke to his cock, his hips pressing up each time you let out a noise. “It would still count as you making yourself come if you used my tongue. Fucked yourself against it. It’d feel so much better than your fingers, I promise.”

“Fuck,” you whimper. Your head in a repeated shake at this point; your own words are more of you trying to convince yourself of the truth that lies within them than Javy. “We can’t.” 

"But we both know that you want to, don’t you?” 

And without hesitation, as if it’s a muscle memory reaction, your body answering for you, you nod. “Fuck, yes.” 

“God,” he groans. Exasperated and frustrated, the filthy sound more like a growl than anything else, and it makes you clench. Has you right at that precipice, “come for me. Remind me how pretty you sound saying my name.” 

[pickel182]

Aftermath of Goblin camp tag: Tav vs Astarion

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By Pickel182

18+ Oral sex/fellatio, light dom/sub vibes, bodily fluids

Summary: Astarion snd Tav played a game of tag in the temple at the goblin camp. Can you guess the winner’s prize?

She found a heavy-looking door at the bottom of a staircase in front of her, and since the hall seemed to be empty, she sprinted down and peeked inside, seeing nothing but an empty room littered with wine bottles, a candelabra on the far wall, and a massive stone bench sitting diagonally across the room. If she had been quick enough, maybe he’d lose her scent and give her time to gain more ground. She smiled to herself as she turned and barred the door.

She gasped as she was suddenly pinned against it, Astarion’s body pressed against her from knee to shoulder, arms on either side of her. An unmistakably hard bulge strained against her backside as he pressed open mouthed kisses and soft bites on the crook of her neck. She pressed back against his hardness, hoping that he would take her against the door then and there. He rutted against her briefly before releasing her so suddenly she almost fell backward.

By the time she had righted herself and turned, he already sat facing her as he straddled the oversized bench. His eyes were lidded with lust as he leaned forward with one forearm resting across his knee. He beckoned to her with two fingers on the other hand, gesturing to the spot in front of him on the floor. “On your knees, darling.”

She approached as instructed, her heart wildly thumping in her chest, and knelt before him, letting her hands fall into her lap as she watched him remove his gloves and place them beside him.

“Following you around this blasted place has been more entertaining than I anticipated, but keeping my eye on the prize has left me wanting.” He leaned forward to run his knuckles along her jaw, and brushed his thumb over her lower lip as he continued. “I’ll be in quite a spot of mortal peril if you let me keep distracting myself dreaming instead of doing. We can’t have that, can we? It would be very… dangerous,” he said as he pressed his thumb into her mouth gently.

She swirled her tongue over the pad of his thumb and he moaned softly despite himself. He could smell her arousal so much more potently in this small space, and it was making him lose focus. He swallowed thickly before speaking again. “You’re so very good at helping. And since this state I’m in might threaten our mission…” Astarion trailed off as he took her hand slowly, giving her plenty of time to pull back as he guided it to rest on his twitching erection. “….you’ll help me, won’t you?”

She replied by removing her gloves and immediately starting the work of unlacing his trousers, and between the two of them, his cock sprung free moments later. She licked her lips at the sight of his thick porcelain length, blue veined, flushed at the tip and throbbing beneath her gaze. He lifted the hem of the mail portion of his armor to hold it out of her way. Admiring the musculature there along with his erection made her squeeze her thighs together to relieve her own sudden need for friction. But she didn’t want to wait any longer to taste him. As aroused as she was- knowing it was her that made him this way- made Tav feel powerful in a way she hadn’t experienced before.

Astarion gripped the chainmail in his hand, making a valiant effort to breathe evenly as she leaned forward to swirl her tongue over his tip. The heat against his cool skin stole his breath, and her dark eyes, so shameless and full of lust, had him twitching against her lips.

She gripped his thigh with one hand as the other gently stroked from the base of his length to where she worked downward with her lips, spreading her slick, warm salvia as he rolled his hips into her touch. The flat side of her tongue slid over him as she bobbed forward to take more of him into her mouth, and he fell backwards onto his elbows as the wet sounds of her sucking and stroking him filled the room.

He groaned as she used both hands to stroke him while she twirled her tongue around the sensitive head of his cock. His head fell back as she slid more of him into her mouth suddenly, the one hand still at work becoming less and less necessary. He cursed as the other hand cupped his balls so gently, rolling and massaging them as she fucked him with her mouth.

He looked down to see her eyes watering as she took him into the back of her throat, and his head snapped back again as she began to swallow against his length, still sucking him for all he was worth. He writhed on his back as he twisted the chain mall in one hand and cradled the back of her head with the other, desperately seeking something to ground him as his vision blurred around the edges in pleasure. She returned to working him over with one hand while suction and the work of her tongue assaulted the rest of his length, and his thighs convulsed involuntarily as he felt the pressure of release building.

“Gods yes, yes,” he moaned as his cock slammed against the back of her throat. “Tav I’m going to come if you don’t stop,” he moaned as he rolled his hips into her mouth, seeking her eyes to make sure she had heard. She looked up and continued bobbing up and down over him, sucking and licking with even more fervor. He couldn’t hold it off any longer, and groaned as his cock pumped his seed into her throat, panting and moaning as his orgasm blinded him and washed over his body in waves. He lifted his head weakly to watch her gently lick him clean, after groaning again as she made eye contact while she very deliberately swallowed.

His limbs felt heavy and sluggish as he tucked his cock back into his trousers. She took notice at how out of sorts he was, and helped him lace things back up and smoothed his armor back into place. He sat up and pulled her by the collar of her leathers into a kiss, warm, slow, and lingering, before she broke away, grinning like the cat who ate the canary.

Tav had noticed the ruined part of the wall across from them where he must have snuck in, and a devious thought took hold.

Her smile was infectious, and his post orgasmic haze had him fighting not to grin back at her like an idiot. “What?!” He asked, as she was clearly pleased with herself about something.

She pointed to the crack in the wall revealing the outer rooms, and when he followed her gaze, she stole a quick kiss on his cheek before whispering, “you’re it,” and disappearing in front of him only to reappear outside in the blue light of a misty step.

“Fuck.” Astarion announced to the empty room as he ran a hand through his hair. He fell back onto the bench as her laughter echoed off the stone, knowing his attempt at a power play had just spectacularly backfired.

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AHHHH thank you for reading! This is a snippet from my fic This is a Gift, You Know on AO3!

[slowlypalefire]

Event Story

Elbert vs Ellis

Part 3-Elbert's ending

* The translation are not guaranteed to be entirely accurate, so expected some errors.

Man walking down the street: "Oh, hey! That carriage ran out of control. Is it okay!?"

Dress women: "Kyaa! Run away quickly!"

(- eh)

An out-of-control carriage was heading towards the small boy who was walking right next to me.

Elbert & Ellis: ".....Huh?"

(I have to help that child, but...)

A carriage approaching towards me. At that moment before I could breath,

Someone hugged me as hard as they could, shock runs through me.

When I reflexively opened my tightly closed eyes, someone was there.

Kate: "Lord Elbert!"

Elbert: "...Are there any injuries? ... Where does it hurt?"

Kate: "Yes, that kid..."

Elbert: "It's okay. Here."

(Ah...)

Mr. Elbert held me and the child in his arms.

(The carriage...)

When I looked up, I saw Ellis-kun were rein and soothing the horse.

Thanks to the two of them, no one was injured even though the carriage ran out of control.

By the time the rescued child was returned to his parents and the situation was under control, the sun was setting.

Kate: "Elbert-sama, Ellis-kun. Thank you for helping me."

Elbert: "Kate,.. I'm glad you're okay."

Ellis: "I never thought you would help them all at once."

Elbert: "..."

"...If you only help Kate,What if something happens to the child."

"Kate is the one who will grieving."

(eh?)

Ellis: "...."

"...Of course, I can't imagine the opposite."/

"...Of course, the opposite is unthinkable."

Lord Elbert gently held my long hair. He raised it and smiled at the color.

Elbert: "Then, just protect everything."

Kate: "...Lord Elbert"

Ellis: "...I see."

"Kate-san, this battle is my loss."

"El is always faithful to his desires."

"-but"

"I don’t think that will happen."

For a moment, I felt like a shadow crossed his twilight eyes.However, Ellis-kun smiled kindly as usual.

Ellis: "Then I'll go.Both of you,Happy Valentine's Day"

-Back in Elbert's room-

Kate: "Once again, thank you for protecting me, Lord Elbert."

Elbert: "yeah.."

After returning to the room, I checked to make sure Elbert-sama wasn't hurt anywhere, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Elbert: "Kate. ... Is that mine?"

In front of your eyes is the “favorite” chocolate cake on the plate.

Kate: "Yes, of course. Um, Elbert-sama"

Elbert: "...?"

Kate: "I think it’s unwise to say something like this now, but.."

Elbert: "It's fine."

"Everything...I know."

"You've been making it for me from the beginning."

"However, you couldn't refuse the kind Ellis. ...Am I wrong?"

Kate: "...How did you know?"

Elbert: "Because I like you for being so kind."

I am happy to hear Lord Elbert's unwavering words.I feel sorry for that.

Kate: "But I'm sorry that I made you work so hard because of that."

Elbert: "....? . Why are you apologizing?"

Kate: "eh?"

Elbert: "Doing your best for your lover is... obvious."

"Besides...it might be nice to compete."

Kate: "Why is that?"

Elbert-sama, normally he wouldn't fight like that.

Because he's a very gentle and strong person.

Elbert: ".. That's right"

"As for Kate, I won't give it to anyone after all."

"...Today it was a fight for chocolate, so I didn't get hurt."

His fingertips touch me and he strokes me with the pad of his thumb.

It's like marking it as your own.

Elbert:"If Kate is taken away from me, I will not show mercy."

"..Just remember that."

Kate: "Yes, Lord Elbert"

"But I’m not going anywhere. Furthermore... I can’t go anywhere."

"You, who I love so much, are by my side."

Elbert: "...I see."

I was hugged so tightly, it was painful.

That strength is a little stronger than usual, and Lord Elbert's feelings flow into me.

I know that you are trying to hold back your various emotions and be kind.

I fall in love with this person so deeply that I feel like I'm falling into the bottomless depths again.

Kate: "...Elbert-sama."

While being hugged, Lord Elbert's kiss my white neck,

Kate: "Elbert-sama... Hmm."

Before I could close my eyes, our lips touched.

Elbert: "...I’m in trouble."

Kate: "...hmm,...what…is it...?"

Elbert: "I ate the chocolate that you made. "

"...But I also decided to eat you."

Kate: "Hmm, hm...m."

Lord Elbert is weighing his two desires, He doesn't try to stop kissing me.

His dangerous desires are thrown at me, and my stomach is getting hot.

Elbert: "Hmm...ah...I see."

"Is it okay to eat chocolate with you?"/

"Let's eat chocolate together with you.Is it okay?"

Elbert-sama grabs a piece of chocolate cake with a fork and puts it in his mouth. and…

Kate: "...Ah"

Keeping our lips on each other, he slowly put me on the bed.

There's no chocolate cake in my mouth Then, with a sweet sigh, our lips parted.

Elbert: "...It's delicious. Kate and the chocolate cake too."

"But it's still not enough. I want you...all of you."

[freeuselandonorris]

☰ for Monday, with the “who did this to you” trope? Love your fics <33

(from the fic ask game)

HI ANON i am so sorry this has taken me a million years to answer, i started weirdly overthinking it??

my understanding of the ‘who did this to you?’ trope is it’s very hurt/comfort-centric, which is not a genre i write very often (hence probably why i overthought this for so long lmao).

if i was to approach a remix of monday from this angle i think i’d like to do it from lando POV and explore more of why he’s so insecure and why it takes him so long to trust that oscar genuinely really likes him and isn’t just looking for a quick fuck to take the edge off. there’d be more of a focus on lando’s past relationships and in particular how he went from being a slightly nerdy kid (like, he looked twelve until he was about twenty) to suddenly being a millionaire heartthrob with a huge social media following. but he also self-describes as a simp (in the lando norris vs slang video) and clearly wants to be in a “real” relationship rather than just fucking about, so i’d look at what happened to him to make him so cautious with his heart.

proooobably this would end up with past dando or carlando? i have a mild aversion to carlos so i’d probably go for fuckboy daniel ngl.

i think it’d take oscar quite a long time to actually get round to asking lando what happened — partly because he’s got a bit of an attitude of “well, lando will tell me in his own time if it’s important to him” but also because there’s a bit of him that doesn’t really want to know, especially because he’s got a pretty good idea it involves another driver. he’d probably bring it up pretty idly, in the end — lando would make some veiled comment about how netflix would have creamed their collective pants if they’d known the half of it while oscar’s scrolling past DTS trying to find something to watch, and oscar would very casually… actually, y’know what.

Lando feels Oscar go still next to him and mentally kicks himself. Might’ve known Oscar wouldn’t let that one drop.

“So are you, like.” Oscar wets his lips and shifts on the bed, curling up so Lando’s tucked further into his chest. Lando presses himself back, drawing Oscar’s arm around him. “I dunno. Did something happen? With Dan.”

Lando closes his eyes, considers his options. It’s tempting to squirm back against Oscar’s body, press his arse into his crotch and slip Oscar’s hand under the hem of his T-shirt until he forgets the line of questioning, forgets he was saying anything at all. It’s mad, really, the way he responds: Lando only has to pull his shirt up, bite his lip a certain way, and he’ll have Oscar distracted and reaching for him, even now. It’s been months. Lando’s experienced it before, that first flush of desire when he can use his body to control how someone feels about him. It rarely lasts, though, once the novelty wears off.

Which is sort of the point.

He sighs, aware it sounds a bit huffy, and picks up his phone so he can flick through his notifications while he speaks. “I mean, I guess? It was just stupid, though.”

Oscar breathes behind him, slow and deliberate. He hums into Lando’s hair, strokes a thumb over the ticklish spot on Lando’s waist, the dip just above the ridge of muscle that delineates his hip.

Lando swipes through notifs from Discord, Instagram, iMessage, WhatsApp, Reddit, Sky Sport. Dismissing each without seeing it. He laughs, and it comes out all wrong, harsh in the back of his throat and defensive. God. Wet as fuck. “It was just — I mean, he was fucking miserable, you saw him. So I guess he just wanted a pick-me-up, y’know.”

“Right,” Oscar says, voice unreadable. He’s so fucking blank sometimes. Lando fights the urge to turn round and scrutinise his face, opens his emails instead and starts deleting anything that doesn’t look vital.

“He said,” Lando says, aiming to deliver it as a joke. “‘I’m straight, but I bet you suck dick like a girl anyway’. Like. What does that even mean?”

Oscar’s thumb stills, just for a moment, then resumes its slow path. “I know that’s offensive, but I can’t tell if it’s sexist or homophobic or both.”

Lando makes a disgruntled sound of agreement. “Yeah, well, whatever. It was — whatever. Wasn’t anything.”

“You said,” Oscar says mildly. “But I can see why you’d… Why it’d make you cautious.”

Lando sighs. Thinks of Luisa, showing him screenshots, her face streaked with tears. Watching the comments roll in, badly spelled threats he didn’t even bother reporting. The way Carlos never quite relaxed around him once people started tagging them in stupid ship videos. Googling how do you make someone sign an nda locked in an unfamiliar bathroom, mouth sour with vodka, head spinning. Waking up at 5am in lockdown, Max hyperventilating next to him. The girl from Raya he’d sent flowers to, trying to do the thing properly and be romantic, only to find she’d blocked him ten minutes after he got the Your package was successfully delivered email.

“It wasn’t him,” Lando says, locking his phone and putting it face down on the nightstand. He turns, tangling his legs between Oscar’s and leaning in to nip at his jaw, breathing in the familiar smell of Oscar’s basic aftershave. Oscar's arms tighten around him. His cheeks curve into a smile beneath Lando's mouth. “It doesn’t matter.”

[ckret2]

@jaskersneakthief reblogged your post: #LETS GOOOO #how can you draw bill so perfectly what #it looks like an actual screenshot from the show #bill cipher

I'm assuming this is a sincere question!!! Have a crappy tutorial!

Step one: sketch yourself a Bill. Squint at a bunch of Bill screenshots to get a loose idea for what proportion of his body is taken up by his eye vs his brick stripes, and roughly where under his body his arms and legs hang, and how long his arms are compared to his legs, and how thick his limbs are compared to his body size.

Step two: draw a triangle. I use the "monoline" brush that comes by default with procreate, because it doesn't have any pen pressure so it's perfectly smooth & perfectly round. Push up the brush size up to 100% and it's just the right shape to be the bevels on Bill's triangle body. I maximize the brush's smoothness settings and use computer-guided straight lines and arcs to draw his body. If you don't use procreate: look for a circular brush with a crisp outline and don't use pen pressure.

Step three: draw his bricks. I drew one horizontal line, cloned it twice, then manually scooted around the lines to get the exact right proportions (so they take up the right amount of his body & are evenly spaced), and then draw the vertical ones. I use the same monoline brush, sized down. For his bow, I drew a crappy bow, then erased the edges of it to make it look tidier. (If you look close, you can tell I didn't really try on the bow. The bow is low priority to me.) The eye is also the same monoline brush; again, I'm using a computer-assisted automatic arc so that it actually looks smooth. I drew it on its own layer at nearly the right size then fussed with the exact proportions to get it to fill all the space on the triangle above the bricks.

Step four: draw his arms and legs on a separate layer, with the monoline brush set to almost the exact right width, and then shrink the brush to do the fingers and thumbs, and then use a whole bunch of extra tiny strokes and tweaks to adjust the curves & thickness because I'm a perfectionist and it's annoying. It's not even "perfect" now, it's just perfect-ish. Way too much of my art time is spent shaving lines so they're the exact right curve and then shaving them even more so that they don't look shaved. And then the arms & legs go on a layer under the triangle.

Step five: select the shape of Bill on a layer below the layers you're working on, paint it white, and gaussian blur it. Spend five minutes just on tweaking the blur.

Step six: duplicate the blur, recolor the lower one yellow, and make it a bigger vaguer blur so that you can see it underneath the white blur.

and that's how you make a Bill that can pass as a screenshot: straight lines, beveled corners, no outlines, and the glow. If you half-ass everything else, having no outlines and a big glow will save you.

[sorserah]

Chapter 9: Search and Destroy

Outsider No More | Goro Takemura & Female V/OC

And then he understands, clearly understands what she had been feeling, trying to tell him. And he now realizes too, he does not want to lose her either. 

An interpretation of how a romance between Takemura and Corpo Female V could have been. Changing between Vs and Takemuras POV. Mostly following the main story of the game, adding bits and pieces here and there for a little bit more depth. So spoilers ahead.

18+, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Romance, Panic Attacks, Death, Blood and Injury, Corpo V (Cyberpunk 2077, Takemuras POV, Vs pov, Alcohol, Sexual Tension, Flirting, Denial of Feelings, Internal Conflict, they are both idiots, Guilt, Overthinking, Smut, Sex, Romantic, Gestures

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28434627/chapters/70742016#workskin

„We have arrived at your desired location.“ Delamain announces as they drive onto an empty parking spot in front of the abandoned apartment block. I still can’t believe you are actually going to see him, after everything he pulled off. We can be happy we made it out alive just a few minutes ago. I know Johnny, V leans her head back into the seat. I wish I wouldn’t have to, you know. V swings open the back door, gets out and they make their way towards the apartment. You could, you are just too weak. Unfortunately, I can’t make you do anything - yet - but please keep him on a short leash this time. Because I still don’t fucking trust him.

He appears in front of her as she climbs up the last set of stairs. V, for our own sake, we check on him and then delta the fuck outta here before Arasaka finds us. It’s just a matter of time now. We find another way, I promise. You are right, fine, guess that would be best, but… No V! No buts, you lost your damn mind and we both know exactly why. She shoves him aside. Again he blocks her way, his voice furious. You know what, you really are pathetic. He pushes you away twice, fucks up our whole mission and you still want to risk your own life for him. Run to him like a well-trained dog, just like he is, except not for you but for Arasaka. Get this into your fucking head V.

V stops in front of number three-zero-three, Johnnys words hurt her, not because they are particularly meaner than normal, but because she could feel a little truth to them. She turns to Johnny again. Okay, we make a deal alright. Last chance for him. I talk to him about the mission, Hanako, what’s next, et cetera, and about whatever is between us. No straight answer and I will be gone. Guess that’s all I can hope for anyways and he vanishes. Facing the door she lifts up her fist, hesitating, suddenly shaking a bit of nervousness. She knocks four times.

Takemura opens the door pulls her close to him and closes the door again in one swift movement. He presses her into his chest, one hand on her back, the other occupied with his rifle. „Are you okay?“ He asks as he shoves her a few inches in front of her, still very close. His hand wandering from her back, over her hand and up her arm, softly stroking her shoulders and neck, stopping at her cheek, gently stroking his thumb over it while searching every spot of her face with his eyes. She hadn't expected this sudden tenderness at all, she utters confused „Yea.“

„I feared they had caught you.“ She grabs his hand, pulling it away from her face. Though grabbing it tightly the study metal resisting against her grip. „Goro, you know how feared I was, I am?!“ Her voice an angry whisper, sharpening with every word „Gonna tell me what the fuck you were thinking?! Hanako is the most wanted person in the world, every Arasaka soldier is on our trail.“ He is still looking at her intensely, his voice likewise muted „I am aware. That is why we should not waste any time.“

Takemura moves sideways and nods into the direction of a table, where someone is sitting already. Startled, she finally lets go of his hand. „I offered her some tea…“ V can’t help but laugh „You kidnap Hanako Arasaka and offer her a cup of fuckin’ tea?!“ She could see a slight grin on his face „It was your idea.“ „Oh no, this wasn’t my idea. I made a joke. I will not take any responsibility for your actions here Goro.“ He looks down, pawing the ground „I would never expect this from you. And she…respectfully declined.“ V sighs, „Okay, just let’s get this over with.“ Both serious again „Tell her the truth about Yorinobu, no embellishment. And state your terms clearly. Perhaps she will listen.“

„Hanako, I am sorry we have to speak under these circumstances.“ „This is the second time I have heard this today.“ V sits down at the table towards Hanako, Takemura remains next to Hanako and starts talking to her in Japanese „Hanako-sama. This is the woman I spoke of. Please, listen on what she has to say.“ V looks straight at her, she on the other hand avoids her eyes „Hanako. I was there when it happened. It was Yorinobu. He…he had an argument with your father, said he had enough and then strangled him. I saw it with my own eyes.“ Hanako looks at V, her face full of disgust and arrogance. „You must be mad to think I will listen to such nonsense. Who are you to think you can talk to me this way?!“

V rolls her eyes, she had seen enough of her kind in the Corpo world, people like her don’t change. They are the same type. Let them hear what they want to hear, offer them something they can use for themselves and they are yours - well and you're theirs - if you keep the bargain. V leans forward both elbows on the table. „Look. I know it’s a lot to take in, let alone believe. I also know you are an honorable person, worthy of trust. And that’s why I wanna make you an offer.“ Finally, Hanako looks at V „You? Make me an offer?“ „Exactly. The Relic your brother tried to hawk off to NetWatch is in my head. Right now. Took a bullet to the brain, but the tech on the biochip saved me. Now, it’s slowly killing me.“ V quickly glances over at Takemura, he was looking at his hands. „One of you personality constructs, engrams, is overwriting my psyche. Gotta stop the process before it’s too late. I know you got the means to help me. And this first case sure will be interesting for Arasaka as well.“

Right after V finishes her sentence Takemura makes a few steps towards Hanako, a touch of desperation in his voice „Hanako-sama!“, while he is talking he was unable to keep his eyes off V, „V is living proof of the terrible crime your brother committed. We can confirm every word she speaks if only you will help her with the Relic. It is a matter of life and death.“ As Hanako doesn’t answer he turns his eyes away from V and toward her. „Hanako-sama?“ She looks down again, still not answering.

A clanking sound could be heard from the hallway. Out of reflex, V and Takemura both grab their weapons. He faces her, whispering again „Did you hear that?“ She nods „Can you check?“ He asks her and she thinks she sees a deeply worried expression on his face again for a short time. Wordlessly she stands up, tightens her weapon holster, reloads her weapon, and silently walks over to the door, „I got a bad feeling about this.“ She places one ear at the door, nothing. Carefully she opens it a gap, nothing. The door creaks a bit as she opens it even wider and looks into the hallway.

„No, not now!“ Although she could not see anything in front of her, the next moment she is crouching on the floor. At Takemura's outcry and the accompanying machine-gun sounds, her body had reacted automatically. He is still at the table, shielding Hanako. The next moment, however, she is blinded by a grenade and could no longer see anything and shortly after the ground beneath her feet collapses and she falls into the darkness.

V, wake up! Johnnys face appears over hers. Last chance to get the fuck outta here! V needs a while to orient herself. „No, Goro. Can’t leave him back there!“ Forget him, guy’s toast! Less’ you wanna wind up like him! The sensation of a fist hitting her in the stomach at full tilt, no, it couldn't be. Stumbling slightly, she frees herself from the concrete remains of the former floor. He can’t be dead. Again she pulls out her gun and makes her way into the hallway, her heart racing, eyes watering from the dust in the air and the possibility of her next loss.

V sneaks past some Arasaka soldiers to the closest stairwell. The fuck you doin’? You lost it?! He’s beyond any sort of help! I wanna see this for myself! She climbs up the stairs, taking her shotgun and shoots her way recklessly to the following floor and the room, not listing to the voice in her head telling her to turn around. Around another corner and she could hear others regardless of her own gunshots. Encouraged by this, she jumps over the collapsed ceiling back into the room where they were sitting earlier and eliminates two more soldiers.

She glances around the room. Nothing, her breath became heavy, she feels a lump in her throat, more tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. Behind her, she hears the reloading of a gun. She quickly turns around and points hers at the suspect. Takemura had emerged from his cover aiming at her. „V! You are alive?!“ His voice full of pain, breathless. „You should not have returned! You will die here with me!“ V lowers her gun, still looking at him. She doesn’t care that her eyes were burning from the dust and concrete and that they watered to protect themselves and out of relief to see him standing here. „Then so be it.“

He walks a few steps towards her, his eyebrows raised, an expression on his face she hadn’t seen before. „V…I…“ „There is no time, thank me later. We need to find a way out now - fast!“ „There are empty rooms to the right. It’s our only chance!“ They creep through the dark rooms, lit only by flare cartridges until they reach the exit which is blocked by several soldiers. The soldiers discover them first, an exchange of fire inevitable. Takemura steps in front of V, shielding her and starts shooting first.

Ultimately, only V and Takemura are left standing. Breathlessly she asks „You hurt?“ Takemura is crouching on the ground „I do not think so, you?“ She shakes her head. Though when they walk out of the door she collapses, her sight glitching, head nearly exploding. No, not again. Around them they could hear drones and helicopters. „V, we have to keep going!“ She is shaking, twitching, unable to get control over her body. The world is spinning. „I…I can’t.“ Two strong hands lift her up, carrying her way.

„The cab!“ she mumbles and was grateful to have chosen it today. It would blend perfectly into the traffic. „Bring us out of the city!“ Takemura demanded as he lays V down softly onto the backseat, leaning over her once again. Her vision stabiles again. „Now approaching ‚Badlands‘, please provide a more informative location as soon as possible.“ The cab starts to drive forward slowly. She looks up at Takemura „Feels like a déjà vu. Can you help me up?“ Takemura nods and helps her to sit up straight, he places himself next to her.

As they start to maneuver through the traffic, V connects her personal link to the cab „I have an idea where we should be safer than…“ interrupted by gunshots she was just able to enter the coordinates. Takemura had already leaned out the window and started shooting down the drones. V mimics him shortly after.

Together, they manage to lose the drones just as they entered the Badlands. Panting, V gets rid of her jacket, checking first her arms, chest and then legs for wounds. Unbelievably, she is unharmed. She looks over at Takemura „You injured?“ He shakes his head without checking. „You?“ „No.“ As she was done reloading her weapons in her holster he is still staring at her. „Thank you V. You saved my life.“ She snorts „Guess we are even.“ But there wasn’t a sign of a grin on his face.

„The last twenty-four hours…I thought you died, twice.“ His voice hoarse „I understood at the parade what you had told me on the roof…when Oda attacked you. I still understand it now and I regret not understanding it earlier.“ He takes her hand tenderly. „V, I do not want to lose you either.“ Her heart skips a beat. Takemura pulls her towards him. She slips onto his lap and supports herself on his shoulders, looking him in the eyes. They were full of worry, yet full of relief. Both of his hands wander to her jaw, pulling her in for a kiss. Kissing her even hungrier, needier than back in the elevator, tongues more wildly caressing. She moves both hands to the cool metal of his neck while he lets his one slide into her hair, pulling her even closer into the kiss.

When V takes a small break she hears a husky moan slip away from him, she returns the kiss more demanding before pulling away. „So, this okay now?“ She whispers hoarsely. He answers in his mother tongue, her cybernetics providing translations. „はい、今まで以上にあなたが欲しいです Yes. I want you. Now.“ His eyes pitch black, just the small white ring around them indicating where his pupils are moving. His mouth slightly opened, they scan her face, her eyes, cheekbones, lingering on her lips. She grins daring, as her hands stroke over his shoulders to his neck and the collar of his shirt, hastily unbuttoning it. Takemura leans his head back, skims over her back to her hips and makes her slide down further into his crotch. She had to inhale sharply, could already feel his erection. She continues to unbutton his shirt now even faster, removing it and revealing a t-shirt underneath.

Just as she was about to rip the shirt off, Delamain interrupts them both. „We have arrived at the desired location.“ V opens the door to get out, almost falling to the ground while climbing off Takemuras lap. Panam was already running at her. „V, what the fuck are you doing here?!“ „Sorry, we need supplies, maybe firepower. We are on the way to the small house where we hid with Saul. Hopefully, Arasaka won’t find us there and we can lie low for a bit.“ „Arasaka? V what you have done now?“ V raises her eyebrows in confusion „Wait, what are you talking about then?“ „I am talking about this.“ And Panam points to Vs back. And when she turns around she understood what Panam meant. A mile-high wave of red sand was crawling straight their way, swallowing cacti and cars. Even bigger than the one a few days ago. „Oh fuck me, do you have any supplies you can spare at hand? We need to go, I will explain everything later!“

Wordlessly, V throws the bag of supplies onto the backseat, before quickly slamming the door, hopping on the driver's seat, and hitting the gas. On the soft ground, the tires spin, but soon they had picked up speed again. Takemura leans forward, through the seat. His hand clenched to his side. „V, I have never seen such an impressive sandstorm before. We need to find a shelter. “ „I know, we will be there soon. Can you open up the seat in the middle, grabbing the bag from the trunk?“ „What is in it?“ „A blanket, whisky and bandages, toothbrush, fresh underwear, a spare shirt, some water, additional ammo…Stuff I need when I am on the road for a while. Always take it with me, just in case.“

Suddenly V loses grip of the wheel for a second and the car drifts off a bit as the wall of sand hits them „Fuck.“. They couldn’t see anything now, neither inside nor outside. „Night-mode activated.“ Delamain announces as the side and ceiling LEDs start lighting up. „Shit, I will have to follow the small map and hope we don’t hit the cabin or maybe better if we do.“ V presses a button and a larger screen with a local map appears. She wields it to the back. „Goro, can you check for anything that looks like a building on here?“ „To our left is a small square, that it?“ „Maybe, I hope so. Don’t know how long Delamain’s gonna last in this storm.“ „Approximately 10 more minutes before a critical condition of the filters will be reached.“ „Thanks, Del.“

„A little more to the right than we should be there.“ Takemura alludes, „Good.“ V interrupts him quickly. They wouldn’t have much time. „‘Soon as we are there, you take the bags and go inside immediately, shut the door fast. I will check on the generator and make sure it’s running.“ „No V, let me do this.“ He answers, insisting. „No, Goro. I appreciate your well-meant suggestion, but only I know where the switch is…After I am done we have to barricade the door somehow, so neither Arasaka nor this storm can enter.“ „Understood, be careful V and hurry please.“

At least this plan is going smoothly. She leans against the door while Takemura pushes the nearby dresser against it. They also find a roll of duct tape which they used to tape up a few of the cracks. It would be a miracle if Arasaka would find them here in the next hours while the storm rages.

The heater was already running, immersing the entire room in orange-red light. "Not much, but better than nothing." V wipes her face with her arm, sits down on the dresser and takes a sip of water. In the meantime, Takemura insisted to search the few rooms again to make sure that everything is safe. „And? Everything still safe this time?“ Slightly angry she hears him in the bedroom answering „Do not mock me V, one can never be certain enough.“

Eventually, Takemura walks out of the bedroom, advancing with great strides towards her. He reaches her, slides his right hand over her cheek into her hair and pulls her into a fierce kiss. V moans at the suddenness, dropping her water bottle. His hands wander to her lower back, drawing her body closer. She could feel heat building up where they both meet. She reaches down to the end of his t-shirt and slides it over his head, tossing it aside. They hardly notice the fierce wind that strikes the hut.

Finally, she was able to slide her hands over his abs to his shoulders, could feel she makes his flesh crawl. V takes her time taking the view all in. He follows every movement she makes, pupils widened. Carefully she strokes over his augmentations and all the way back to his belt, sliding two fingers under it. As he leans in to kiss her again she grabs his jaw forcefully, stopping his motion. Then, guiding him backwards to the couch until his back of the knee hits it and makes him drop onto it.

Takemura grabs her again with more strength this time, pulling her in his lap, kissing her. She slides her hands over his back, but feels something wet on her hands. She pushes him away and looks at them - dark red blood. „Fuck Goro, this yours?“ he looks at her in confusion. She slips next to him and checks his back. There was a bullet hole near his shoulder blade. No exit wound. Shit. „I do not feel anything V, what is it?“ „You won’t like this. I...“ he reaches for his back and she guides his hand to the injury. „Ah I see. You need to get the bullet out for me. I should not be deep, the endoskeleton on my shoulder blades should have prevented a deeper intrusion.“

V quickly grabs the whisky, bandages and looks for something to grab the bullet. After searching the kitchen drawers she finds a tong. After disinfecting it and Takemura had emptied half the whisky bottle she sits behind him. „Ready?“ She had never done something like this before „Yes. We should get this done quickly. The adrenaline will soon start to vanish.“ Okay she can do this. The best way to start would be, uhm, maybe… „V?“ Takemura turns around. „One second.“ She grabs the whisky and slugs down a good amount before handing it back to him. „I have never done this before. How should I start?“

Takemura guides her through the whole process. Meanwhile, the wind was still howling against the door. Lastly the bullet was out of his body, the wound disinfected, well bandaged, the whisky empty. „We should wash the blood off.“ V was still a little paralyzed by the fact that she had just performed surgery on him. „Yea sure. Just gimme a sec.“ He was already under the shower when she managed to get up and search her bag. She grabs a towel, an oversized clean shirt, since hers was drenched in blood, too, and underwear. Now she was standing awkwardly in front of the bathroom, waiting for Takemura to finish showering. She hears him stepping out of the shower „I uh, I have a clean towel.“ She holds it up in front of the doorframe.

She didn't know exactly why she wasn't just going in - after all, she had been sitting on his lap minutes earlier and had quite different things planned to do with him. But she had lost all her courage in the surgery it seems. He accepted it gratefully and when V also steps out of the bathroom freshly showered, Takemura is already sitting on a mattress he had moved over, half-covered with a blanket in front of the stove. On the ground two beer bottles, a few bags of chips and protein bars. V sits down next to him, slips under the covers too, grabbing two bottles and hands one to him.

„Fuck Goro, these last weeks. I…Every week I think ‘nothing can top this day, for sure’ and somehow it gets topped. Every. Fucking. Day.“ They both look at each other and start laughing out loud. All the tension and adrenaline of the last few hours finally and slowly falls off of them. At last, V wipes her eyes from the tears of laughter before Takemura is the first to start talking again. „You should come to Japan. It is a lot quieter. I think it would do you good. A little rest and vacation is exactly what you deserve right now.“

She shoves away the thought about the biochip „That would actually be pretty nice.“ And simply smiles at him, but wasn’t able to make it look convincing. They finish the beers in silence. The wind had become even stronger in the last hour. They could almost hear how every single grain of sand scraped into the wood. A miracle that the hut held at all. When she leaned sideways she noticed how her vision lagged a little behind. „So how’s your back?“ „It hardly hurts. Even if I have to admit that this is probably largely due to the alcohol.“ „Let me check.“

Takemura slightly turns and V gently strokes over his back. „Looks good. Still clean, the bleeding must have stopped.“ She continues to travel with her fingers upward to his neck and cheek. He turns to her. They were so close again that she could see every detail of his eyes, in which she could lose herself so incredibly easily. Once again they end up kissing, but this time slower, calmer, taking their time. One of his hands resting on her back, the other on her thigh. She could taste the beer on his lips.

V lets her hands wander down his abs down to his crotch. He moans, lips parted, not once looking away from her, his eyelids heavy as V gets up. Standing in front of him she crosses her arms over her head, removing her shirt. Then stepping out of her panties. Standing In front of him, completely naked and he takes it all in.

Takemura reaches forward, pushing the blanket away, pulling her onto his lap. She could feel him growing harder. Like V before, he slides his fingers over her stomach, over her breasts and collarbone to her jaw. She takes his hand, placing his thumb between her teeth, closing her lips around it, driving deeper into his lap. „ファック…“ he hisses before pulling her in again, laying kisses onto her shoulder and neck. She could feel his beard scratching, sending tingles over her soft skin, before finding her mouth again. With each kiss, her chest tingles more intensely, her breathing faster, heart racing.

They pause, their lips barely touching, breathing in each other's air. Takemura tries to move her gently onto the mattress, but groans in pain. „Goro, we can stop.“ „No. I don’t know what will happen after tomorrow. If we both make it out of this.“ He brushes a few strands out of her face, cupping her cheek „I wish we would have more time.“ „Me too.“ She wraps both arms around him and kisses him deeply.

She lifts herself up so he was able to remove his pants. He places kisses on her chest and neck again. V searches Takemuras gaze and finds it, before letting herself slide onto his length, starting to move her hips slowly. They both groan at the sensation. At that moment, for the first time in weeks, V thought of nothing at all. She was completely immersed in this moment, she didn't care about her future any longer. Only him and her, that’s what matters. She takes a small break, keeping her hips completely still, leaning down to kiss him, before continuing with her movements, faster than before.

She uses to couch to support herself, thrusting down harder with every movement. She could feel his hand around her throat, pressing it softly as his breath quickens too. Every now and then their gazes meet before his eyes turn to her body that moves rhythmically up and down. V finds a steady rhythm, moving her hips quicker, digging her fingers into his shoulders. He grabs her hips, pulling her down harder. Moans are now escaping them with increasing frequency, high pitched mixed with low groans blend with the harsh wind of the storm.

Takemura slips his hand between her legs assisting her to reach climax. „Fuck“ she cries out, as she notices a tingling sensation moving from the place where he touches her upward through her entire body. He puts his knees up so she can lean back while he continues to massage her. „Goro, I…Fuck.“ she lets her head fall into her back as her vision fades to black, the tingling sensation dissolving into pleasure. After a few seconds, her breathing calmed down and her vision was clear again.

V pulls him close, kissing him hard. Takemura groans as he grabs her hair tightly and she starts to move her hips again. His groans become louder with each thrust. His eyelids heavy, glancing at her one last time before his eyes close and he inhales sharply. „ファック、V.“ He buries his face in her chest, inside her she feels a pulsing sensation, before he leans back slowly, his eyes still closed.

Freshly showered they are lying next to each other, snacking on some chips. The storm still raging outside. „How is your back?“ V asks. „The pain is back now. But I feel a lot better. Even the food doesn’t taste as bad as normal.“ He smiles at her. A few minutes pass, they finish up eating. She slips next to him under his covers, resting her head on his chest. He gently strokes her back. „I wish this storm would never end.“ She admits quietly, Takemura deeply sighs „A part of me wishes this too.“

[ofthecaravel]

(In this one Danny actually keeps all of his nails long- just so it’s clear)

Scenario 3:

Sam was more or less stranded at the center of a medium sized rock while Danny circled around him like a shark in the water. Sam tried to keep track of his movements but the siren was far too fast. There was no way off the rock without jumping into the water. The tide had risen significantly since climbing up, the smaller rocks he’d used to reach this one entirely covered in a blanket of water now.

Danny came to the surface to spray large amounts of the ocean water at Sam. But Sam fought back, splashing as well as he could at Danny each time he came up in an attempt to stun him. His distance from the rock was just out of reach for Sam to actually make physical contact without losing his balance, so splashing was the best he could do.

After losing track of just how many times the damn siren had doused him, clothes nearly soaked by now, there was a moment of calm. No noticeable movement below the water, no spray coming up to kiss his skin. It was quiet. But that’s what worried Sam.

Then suddenly, Sam’s face was met with a sopping *thwop* of seaweed and he tumbled back, catching himself on the grooves of the bumpy stone.

“Agh! Gross.” Sam whined, wiping what salty slime had clung to his cheeks and nose. “Okay truce, truce!” He exclaimed, waving his arms. “Jeez I think you got it in my mouth.”

It was all fun and games.

Danny swam over to see Sam face to face, resting his arms on the rock. He laughed. “Just couldn’t keep up could you.”

“Hm let’s see, a lanky human boy VS. an 11’0” siren with razor claws, who could out-swim a great white. Seems like a fare fight for the water.”

“Oh please, first” Danny exclaimed playfully “I didn’t even touch you, so my so called ‘claws’ are irrelevant; and second, if I really wanted to see you struggle against my god given athleticism, I’d race you to the pier. Sounds like someone’s just a sore loser.” He stuck his tongue out at Sam.

Sam stuck it right back and crossed his arms. “Well maybe I’d be down to race.” Oh gosh what was he doing.

“Oh right, up on the shore where I’d have to flop and army crawl my way to the finish line? I’ll pass.” Danny quipped and brought a dark taloned hand up to rest his chin on.

“No, I’ll swim.” Sam asserted “But let’s make it the abandoned fishing boat instead of the pier, less public.”

Danny’s eyes went wide. He couldn’t believe his ears. “You’re challenging me to race in the water? Did the seaweed I through give you brain damage?”

“Hey! I’m a pretty good swimmer. I’m a sailor after all, remember.” He held himself high and confident. “And if nothing else it could at least be fun. I haven’t had the pleasure of going on a swim with you yet.”

“I didn’t know you were interested.” Danny commented back. He found the whole thing quite comical. Maybe Sam had a trick up his sleeve. Or maybe he was just being dumb and prideful. “But if you’re really so confident in your abilities, then I guess I should accept the challenge.” ‘Challenge’, right.

Before Danny could process it, Sam had leaped into the water, making his way towards the half sunken and rusted boat about 20 yards ahead.

A head start only seems fare, Danny thought to himself. He stayed propped on the rock for another moment before diving in after him.

Sam has never been so grateful that he doesn’t wear shoes to the beach. They only would’ve slowed him down. Not that he’s stroking at a very impressive speed anyway. He’d made it a little ways out without seeing Danny. Then he heard a low hum. The siren was announcing his presence. If Danny wanted to he could send a shriek Sam’s way, stopping him in his tracks. But the battle was unfair enough already.

As Danny passed, he reached out with his knuckles to teasingly graze Sam’s stomach where his white blouse had ridden up in the water. He stopped a little bit ahead, turning around to stick his thumbs in his ears and wiggle his fingers, effectively taunting Sam. Then he disappeared into the water again, gliding ahead with much more ease than the sailor.

One second sam sees Danny’s bright green tail, and the next he was out of his sight. He knew it was a foolish challenge, but Danny was always the one taking his breath away and maybe, just maybe, Sam had wanted to impress him for a change. He’s realizing this was the the wrong way to go about it. None the less, he kept swimming, turning over on his back as it grew sore.

In no time, Danny reached the boat that had crashed against a large rock formation. He gave its metal surface a hard slap. “Ha, beat ya!” He called out nice and loud, but when he looked over the greenish- blue surface of the water, he couldn’t spot Sam. No paddling, no splashing, nothing.

Danny’s quick to dive back in to search for the boy. They’d admittedly swam pretty far out. Maybe it was a mistake excepting Sam’s challenge. What if something happens to him. The thought creates a soul feeling in Danny’s stomach. But a moment later he spots him, and rushes over in a panic.

Turns out he’d gotten caught in a forest of kelp after diving further down and was struggling to get back up. Danny was at his side in an instant and made haste to cut sam free with his razor sharp nails. Danny grabbed onto him and and shot them both up to the surface.

“Sam! Sam!” Danny jostled him a little. “Hey can you hear me.”

Sam spat up water and sucked air deep into his lungs, which felt like they were nearly on fire. He hadn’t gone unconscious luckily, but his head was a bit fuzzy. “Yeah” He panted “yeah I’m fine.”

“I thought you said you were a good swimmer.”

Sam rested his head on Danny’s shoulder as they bobbed in the water, Danny still holding on tight to him.

“Well I didn’t expect for the sea to try and swallow me whole.” He grumbled into Danny’s neck. One of his gills tickled Sam’s nose.

Danny slowly let go of his grip on Sam and moved to float on his stomach. “Here, hold onto my waist. I’ll get us back to shore.”

~~~~~

When they got back, Sam slid off of Danny and took a spot up on the sand. Danny followed behind. He crawled to Sam and sat up to wrap his arms around him. Sam leaned into him and shut his eyes.They let the tide lap at their feet and tail.

“I’m sorry.” Sam told him weakly. In his head he was telling himself that he ruined it. They were having such a nice time and he just had to push things too far.

“Hey no. Don’t do that.” Danny delicately placed a hand on the opposite side of Sam’s face, careful not to graze him with his nails.

Sam didn’t say anything at first, just focused on the feeling of Danny holding him. Then “Next time I’ll just challenge you to a game of chess.”

Danny chuckled. “Hey it’s getting kinda late and you’re soaking wet. You should really get inside before you catch a cold.”

But Sam only wanted to savor Danny’s touch. He was still a little rattled from nearly drowning.

“Can we just stay here for a moment.” Said Sam. And Danny just held him there. He’d stay in that embrace for as long as Sam wanted.

——————————————

Danny won first place and Sam’s heart :P

Lmao these stories really weren’t supposed to be as long they ended up. I was gonna do like bullet points and just give a breakdown but I got totally sucked in. I’m realizing that if I wanted to I could totally connect all three.

I. Love. Them. Dude, you should turn this into a story!!! Like a proper fic!!! I'm sure the people will agree with me that this narrative is sooo fun and engaging

[bothendsofthequill]

For The Love of Laughter

A short story (and essay?) about tickling

“So, you want me to tease you?” Bristle asks, smirking. “To pin you down and skitter my fingers alllll over your sides and under your arms? To get in between your ribs and play them like piano keys?”

Encouraged by your grin, he flutters his fingers at you.

“And you trust me to tickle you? To hold you tight as I explore your soft spots, bask in your gleaming bright smile and your hysterical, overjoyed laughter? You trust me with all of you?”

Giggling now, you nod once more, a nearly inaudible “yes” escaping your lips.

Bristle chuckles, but hesitation swiftly overcomes him. “Then say it, please.” His paws cup your face, thumbs stroking across your cheeks. “When you say ‘stop’ or ‘not there’ it trips me up." He confides earnestly. "You look happy, you sound happy, you’re not trying to push or wiggle away... but I worry.” His gaze falls to the bed.

“I know admitting it can be hard, but you don’t have to deny your love of tickling to me. I want to see you shout it amongst the hysterics, to beg me for more.” You watch his tail wiggle at the thought, before it's halted by another's intrusion.

“But when you tell me to stop, I can’t h-help but think…” A stuttery sigh escapes your tickler, sounding a little choked up. “…what i-if you do actually need me to? I know, I know, you'd make it clear if you were serious, but why should you have to clarify at all?"

He smiles lovingly. "I don't want needless ambiguity; there's no need to be ashamed." The ocean blue wings on his back fan out, displaying the feathers that you know have given laughter to so many. "I'm a fucking ler, it's my job to help you break out of that shell!"

You can't help but chuckle with him as he wraps you in a hug. Wings joining the embrace, you’re surrounded in your guardian angel's warmth. "Y-you're a switch, though." You remind him.

"I- shaddup." Bristle snickers before pulling back, paws resting on your shoulders.

"We'll work on it together, okay? You and I."

Face feeling redder by the second, you give him a reassuring smile. "Mmmhmm!"

"Great." He concludes with a gentle squeeze of your upper ribs. "How about we start now~?"

[Author's Note]

I see posts all the time talking about how to be, quote on quote, "mean" or "evil" to your lee. Usually they outline ways to tease or otherwise fluster the person you're tickling, and it often has to do with making them admit they like to or where they want to be tickled. While teases are by no means a bad thing (they’re a part of what makes tickling fun!), I take issue with the way they are discussed.

There's a good and a bad way to be flustered, and it's the same difference as feeling butterflies in your belly vs. a pit of dread. Tickle teases are (or should be) the former, obviously, and while I understand that the aforementioned terms are not meant literally, teases are playful and loving, not mean or evil.

This is a symptom of a bigger issue: ticklees conditioned to think that their love of being tickled is shameful.

Many things in the world at large reinforce this view of tickling, one of the prime examples being it's abuse by cruel siblings to torment the other throughout many a childhood. Even as an only child, I find this to be a common association, and I have nothing but sympathy for those who liked tickling, but had it ruined by misuse like this. Not to mention if said person never liked it to begin with.

But you get my point. Ticklees are already conditioned to be ashamed of simply wanting to laugh, and then it's reinforced by lers making those people admit they like it under the established implication that they shouldn't. Maybe that's not how it feels to you, but think about the meaning behind the phrase, "I think you like being tickled." and how it's said. Stressing those words, sarcastic or not, paints the enjoyment of tickling as wrong of the ticklee, despite it being a completely normal thing to find happiness in. Now, change a few words to, "You like being tickled, don't you?" Especially if said in a cheery tone, you're giving your ticklee an opportunity to tell you if they're uncomfortable, and encouraging them to express their joy outwardly in the same breath! You could add the question to the previous statement, but the undertone would still exist.

Yes, it's a small thing, yes, I think about this a lot, but someone has to. Encouragement and support of your ticklee's happiness is so important and healthy for the both of you.

Subtle language of this variety creates a negative subtext that permeates nearly all discussions of tickling. I wish others weren't desensitized to it; we should lift each other up however we can and encourage each other to be more shameless in such a pure form of loving one another.

Sending love and tickle hugs, - Both Ends Of The Quill

[diagonal-queen]

thungo thursday: how the hell did we get here so fast

'dad never even came to pick me up' SAME AYA LMAOO

they really did make the right choice for bram's va. i don't remember his name but all i know is that he's a seasoned anime va, but it like REALLY fits him fr

i'll never get over how much i love this intro you guys like it's so chaotic and colourful and dark and granrodeo is so good and this song especially is so epic and kishow supremacy

OH MY GOD watching chuuya struggle to breathe is like stressing me out so much that i need to pause and take deep breaths of my own lmao

AYO WHY DOES DAZAI LOOK LIKE A CRYPTID LMAOOOO

also i'm so jealous of him being able to cup sigma's cheek while I cannot

dazai and sigma are so weird to me as a ship because most of the ships i like are '[character that is just like me] + [character who i would have a crush on if i knew them]' but i kin both dazai and sigma so it's like watching the two opposite sides of me frolick around and it's so chaotic

sigma, literally drowning: 😰😰😰😰😰 dazai, also drowning: •-•

if i had a nickel for every time dazai stood on sigma's back/shoulders while they were breaking out of prison i'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice

(yes i know i use that meme format a lot NO I WON'T STOP)

WET CAT SIGMA (and no i didn't replay the sounds of him gasping for air, why on earth would you think that)

we have both now <3333333333 thumbs up dazai best dazai

imagine someone asks atsushi how he knew to do things or how he had the mind to move forward and he replies 'the voices' but like he's deadly serious and it actually was the voices

wait dazai literally did that to sigma in prison didn't he shfkjhdhgjkhsk

wait so in the manga sigma can read russian, but in the anime he can't? is bones actively bimbo-ifying characters??? how are we letting this slide

akutagawa doing some goku type shit is the funniest thing ever bro actually said 'SHIAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH'

bones you don't need to remind us all about how much you fucked up akutagawa's death scene ok. his dub va literally predicted that his death would be done poorly and he was RIGHT ABOUT IT

(who would win. gonta and monokuma vs dazai and akutagawa)

if dazai's got a broken leg and losing blood very quickly then why is he grunting and moaning like that huh what's that all about

YEAH GET FUCKED FYODOR LMAOOOOOOOOOOOO

fyodor: because of dazai you realised something about yourself sigma...[describes me, dia, in disturbingly accurate detail]

i'm sorry but the gay agenda has warped me into viewing a man putting a gun to the head of a man on his knees not as a serious and threatening crime but as foreplay. this is what the gays are doing to today's youth. way cup america

brams life must suck. imagine life exactly the same except you can't frolick in the sun, smell roses, wear silver jewellery, finger gun yourself in the mirror or eat garlic bread. also the 'lacking a body and personal autonomy' thing but who needs those amirite

OH MY GOD THE GIRL **WAS** BRAM'S DAUGHTER!!!!! IT WAS HIS KID THE WHOLE TIME!!!!! YOU GUYS OH MY GOD/??????!!??!!???!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i don't even feel bad for laughing when fyodor started having his mental breakdown like bro what is that face. is this what nikolai sees every night??? man no wonder he went insane

tfw they fisheye atsushi from afar while he's being stabbed in his vitals

i hope they have a stash of strepsils for atsushi's va in the recording studio

BRO WHY IS FYODOR MOANING TF

yknow that episode when teruko aged tachihara down to a child and he looked rounder and stuff? thats fyodor right now

no but actually imagine being pulled so hard that your leg and arm come off OUCHIES what is it with people and taking atsushi's body parts and like stroking them or whatever. if it were me, the only body part of atsushi's i'd be stroking is his di

fyodor you're a great character but i can't help but notice that you just stabbed my husband and then kicked him in the face. unfortunately you have no choice but for me to ruthlessly kill you dead

so much is happening rn i feel bad for the anime onlys who have to process all this shit within one episode whereas we got several chapters to soak it into our skull sponges

yeah, me too sigma. me too

LMAO DAZAI CALLED CHUUYA A BITCH????? THEY LITERALLY BICKER EVERY TIME THEY INTERACT WHY IS THIS PARTICULAR THING SO FUNNY TO ME

maybe its just cus like 'bitch' is a funny word especially. they can call each other 'ass' and 'bastard' and 'dick' all they want but nothing tops a good 'bitch!!'

hold on bones no. NO. you can't do that. dazai was shot once in the head by chuuya, then he smiles and laments before the scene ends and it's left ambiguous if he dies or not. YOU CAN'T JUST HAVE CHUUYA USING HIS CORPSE AS TARGET PRACTICE

asagiri: i wonder how i should design one order flowey from undertale: asagiri: amazing. brilliant. this will be perfect

well, fuck. im terrified for next week!!

[so-mordorit-is]

Where did the butterflies go?

Pairing - Eddie Munson x F!reader Henderson

Summary - Eddie is your best friend and you have a little thing for him. What would happen if you saw him kissing another girl while he left you waiting at the parking lot?

Warnings - 18+ please, fingering, smoking cigars and joints, swearing, eddie munson fingering his best friend, little bit angst, smut eddie, praise kink, pet names (baby girl, princess, sweatheart), Eddie vs Billy rivalry

tags - Friends to Lovers, a little bit angst, smut

Y/N POV

It was just another hot night in Hawkins, Nancy and Robin was sitting by Steve's pool, just close enough to put their feet on the cold water, Eddie and Steve was smoking a joint while they talk and I was sitting near the pool, talking to the girls whilst i tapped my pockets looking for my cigs but i don't found my lighter.

— "Hey, Munson!" - he turned quick when heard my voice and shoot me with his stupid beautiful smile, i smiled back and before i noticed, he was walking towards me.

— "What do you need, sweetheart?" - he said while a smirk grow between his lips — "I know, i know.. you can't be far from me for to long." — I chuckle while getting up on my feet and standing in front of the boy, he was absolutely taller than me, what made me have to looked up to see his face.

He hold my chin between his index finger and thumb — "Gosh Henderson, you are a pretty little thing, aren't you?" — it is like this every other day since you meet Eddie, he is a flirty and I think he IS a good one, since the butterflies on my stomach become alive when he is near me. But, I've learned that is a game made for two to play.

I leaned my lips closer to his, he don't move any inch and started my chin to let go, he stroke his callouses finger into my cheek and it was the first time that I literally felt one of those butterflies trying to escape from my mouth. He move his lips almost to touch mine, when i tapped his pocket and grab the lighter, i open a wide smile and showed him what i got — "Yeah, I am pretty! Now stop drooling on me, Edward, you look like a freak" — I said with a sweet smile in my lips as I walked away back to the girls and lit my cigarette.

— "That is low sw...Henderson, even for you" — He said while he walk to seat with us by the pool. He sat by me side, and took my cig from my mouth and took a long drag, turning to look at me — "You know i love you, right?" — Putting his arms around my neck. — "Love you too Eds, you are my best fried." — i respond immediately with a shyly smile. "ouch" I listened to Steve while he was burst in laughing, i think he had too many beers but... ouch? really? it's that bad being my best friend?

— "You had to saw his face, y/n", — Steve said — "it looks like a baby dear who lost himself on the forest." Eddie threw an empty can at Steve trying to make him shut up — "Mind your business Harrington"— while he is laughing too.

— Soooo, who's gonna give me a ride? — I said whilst i check my clock — My mother it's going to kill me, and that's not even the bad part... Eddie look at me and his eyes are wider than they normally are — "FUCKK, I totally forgot to pick up the little shit at the arcade, I mean... you lil' brother baby. So, if you wanna go, we can pick your bother up and I let you guys home, if is okay for you... "— he said while shrugging his shoulders unpretentiously, I nod while take my stuff from Steve’s deck.

— "Sure Munson, you can use some alone time with Y/n, right?" —  Robin said so low that just Eddie heard, and he give the girl a little smirk, bringing his finger to his mouth, as he mimic to her be quiet.

 I was saying good bye to Nancy and Steve (who was completely wipe out), the girl was rolling her eyes, she and Robin was have to stay and take care of drunk Steve. — "Be safe, ok? And… If you see Mike, can you drop him at our house? I do not know when this dork is gonna wake...

—" Yeah, of course, I know Eddie it is not mind, don't worry, and be safe ok? Love you guys" — I gave Robin a big hug and turned myself to Eddie, who held out his hand, I held Eddie's hand and he fit his fingers into my fingers. — "Shall we, princess?" — I nod and we start to walk to his old van.

Eddie jogged to the van's door, open it to you (as he ALWAYS did), he held my hand until the last very minute, pull to his mouth and gave it a little kiss. He went to driver’s side, and started the van. I could feel him look at me by the corner of his eyes, we are listening to Dio (rainbow in the dark), and Eddie was drumming his finger on the steering wheel with the biggest dork smile that I have seen.

The night was colder now than when we leave Steve’s house, but it was so beautiful anyway. We barely need the light of the road, the full moon enlighten almost all the way. The silver light that came from the window, contoured the face of my best friend, I suddenly felt one of the butterflies giving a sign of life in my stomach. He was without a doubt one of the most handsome dudes you've ever seen. His eyes were beautiful, that messy hair, that easy smile and his light laugh. — "FUCK" — you sighed.

Eddie noticed that I was looking at every part of his face, and he couldn't help but smile, turning his face just a little to me, "Was that for, sweetheart?" he said unpretentiously as I slid my body across the van seat to sit closer to him. Automatically the boy rested his hand on my thigh, the feel of Eddie's warm fingertips on my cold skin made me shiver, I let a small laugh escape my nose.

—"What was that Steve was talking about?" don't you like to be... to be my best friend?" I fiddled with the boy's rings and looked in every direction except his, because I knew he was staring at me. Eddie kept looking back and forth between the road and my eyes, which made me extremely uncomfortable — "Eyes on the road, Munson, I want to make it home alive.” . The boy took his hand off my leg and placed it on the steering wheel again, the little way it took was silent, and I kind of missed the warmth of his hand on my leg.

Arriving at the arcade, he parked away from the front door and turned his body towards me. — "What in the HELL are you taking about?, I've been your best friend since... since we were kids, I love you, you know that. I love being whatever you choose me to be, as long as I'm still close to you, that's fine by me."— He smiled and stroked my cheek with his index finger. — "But you really did look like a baby dear lost in the woods," — I said while chuckling.

— “Yeah, I know"— He rolled his eyes — "but don't let Steve get inside your head, okay? In addition, please, I beg you, don't ask me that kind of pointless thing EVER AGAIN. You just broke a little piece of my heart right now, you know?" He said placing his hands over his heart.

— "Anyway, I'm going to go get Dustin—"and Mike, I added". — “And Mike,”­— he repeated after me, —"and after we have dropped them off at home, we can finish this conversation if you want, baby. I am all yours tonight." I could see the tip of his tongue skimming his bottom lip as he finished the last sentence.

I climb out of the van to smoke another cigarette, lean against the body of the van as I lie on it a little so I can better see the moon, but suddenly my gaze is drawn to the arcade window. Eddie was talking to a girl who was much more his style than I was, the chains, and the leather mini skirt and… apparently, she was a lot older than I was too. She was holding the boy with both hands by the hem of his leather jacket, pulling him where my gaze could no longer reach.

I felt a pang in my stomach. "Here lies a butterfly," I said softly, feeling like I was going to throw up at any moment. I took a long drag on the cigarette and stubbed it out on the sole of my sneakers, tossing the butt under Eddie's van.

I walked into the arcade looking for any familiar faces, god, even Jason Carver would be better than being alone right now. My intuition told me to turn my back or close my eyes but reaching a dark corner I saw Eddie and the woman kissing, no, they were almost swallowing each other. I turned my back and walked slowly outside, the lights and noise from the arcade making my head hurt.

It's ok, he's single he can go out kissing any ugly girl that comes around, I don't care, but... it was the first time he left me alone, in a parking lot, AT NIGHT. What the fuck? I opened the van door so angrily I swore I was going to rip the handle off, grabbed my backpack and was heading towards my house.

I paused for a moment to adjust my Walkman's headphones and put the cassette tape on rewind while I picked up another of my menthol cigarettes. As I passed through the parking lot, I felt someone's gaze following me; I rolled my eyes and continued my walk since it was going to be a long one.

— "Well, well, well... Is this William Hargrove? Jesus, I haven't seen you in ages. You're all grown up now, with muscles and a Camaro... Well done Hargrove" — I gave him a smirk, which made the boy come closer. I lick my lips as I look at his, the boy obviously noticed my sudden interest.

He opened his arms and I fit my body between them, and the boy gave me a long hug. — "I miss you Henderson, look at you, I never thought you'd look prettier than you already were."

— "Shut up Hargrove, you really do not get tired, do you?" - I replied still trapped in his hug, which now rested his head on top of mine, he whispered - "I think your boyfriend didn't like seeing you with me."

— "He is not my boyfriend… And anyway, he must be pretty busy right now.” I let out an awkward laugh.

— “Yeah, I know, I saw… I'm sorry… are you okay?” — I shrugged, letting me out from the hug — “Since that goof is so busy, do you want a ride home? I can take you. Max can go home with Eddie, we live in the same trailer park anyway”. — You nod, taking of our headphones.

Eddie was looking at everything through the glass window, he knew he had no right to say anything, but Hargrove? Seriously, this guy is trouble… IS A LOT OF TROU-BLE. He picked up Dustin and Mike and quickened his steps to the parking lot, giving Max a shout out to join them. Upon arriving there, everyone stopped in front of the Camaro, facing the two who were talking.

Dustin never liked Billy so he went straight to the van, followed by Mike. Max was opening the car door but Billy closed it again.

— “Hey… Munson, right? Can you take Max home today?” he said without breaking our gazes. “I need to take a pretty girl home, if you know what I mean.” — breaking our gazes at the end of the sentence to stare at Eddie

— “Nope, no fucking way Dude, nothing against you red, but I have an important conversation with Y/N, and we've arranged to” —I interrupted him mid-sentence.

— “Max, get in the van, take my Walkman to Dustin and let him know that I don't know what time I arrive, ok? Can you do me this big favor?" The girl just nodded and went to meet her friends.

Eddie kept looking at me without understanding anything.

— “You lost the right to take me home when you left me alone in the middle of the parking lot to do… I don't even know what you were doing there.”— I huffed and turned to Billy.— "Can we go now?" Billy opened the door for me and as I got in the car, I saw Eddie's sad look.

— "I'll see you tomorrow, Edward." Closing the door, Billy waved at Eddie sternly and started the car. I watched Munson standing alone in the parking lot in the rearview mirror, just as he had left me. I was going to feel better about the attitude, but god, I felt awful. I felt like Eddie's butterfly had died too, and I felt an uncontrollable urge to cry.

The blonde next to me squeezed my shoulder lightly — "you know, he doesn't deserve you, you're amazing." He said — "And he's just an asshole, changing you…" — Billy's gaze seemed to devour you — "For anyone else, in fact, is bullshit. I know, I did it once. I learned my lesson."

The boy's hand caresses my face lightly, while putting some strands of my hair behind my ear. He turned my face gently bringing his pink lips to mine, I was so confused that I sealed my lips on his, they were soft, I had forgotten what Billy's touch did to me. And before my eyes had closed completely, the boy had already pulled me into his lap, where the kiss became hotter. His tongue explored my mouth as I let low moans escape the boy's mouth as he brought his hands to my neck. —“Jesus Y/N, you taste even better now,”— he said, going back to kissing me even harder.

His hands roamed my body, while I lowered my lips to his neck, distributing small kisses along his entire length, I returned my lips to his jaw, taking a forceless bite that made Billy shiver. In a lapse of sanity, you sat back down on the cabin bench and laughed.

—“What are we doing Billy? - I said - "I'm not your girlfriend anymore, forgot?"

— "Right, you're right".- The boy went back to driving with a malicious smile on his lips — "But you kissed me back, you know right?."

— “Shut up Billy,” — I said as I felt all the blood in my body rush to my cheeks.

The trip to my house was normal, we didn't talk about our old relationship or the kiss that happened, in fact, although the blonde's company was all I wanted at that moment. Seeing Eddie's van parked in front of my house, my heart pounded in my chest, I'm sure Billy can hear it.

Hearing the noise of the car, Max opened the door to the house, I got confused and turned my gaze to Billy, who had a serious look on his face. — “Is everything okay?” — I asked as I grabbed my things from the backseat of the car, I sat down again and looked at the boy who didn't move, I gave him a light kiss on the cheek. He held me and gave me a long kiss on the corner of my mouth. — "Can I come see you tomorrow?" asked the boy.

— “Of course, my mother will love to see you again. Can you call me before you come? - I said as I got out of the car, he smiled and I headed towards home. Seeing Eddie leaning against the doorframe, the blonde yelled at me — “Sleep tight my princess, I'll stop by tomorrow”. I rolled my eyes, knowing the reason for this was to annoy Eddie, who by the look of him wasn't very happy with me AT ALL.

EDDIE'S POV

It's been over 40 minutes and I refuse to go back to my house without seeing Y/N, without talking to her, damn it.

—"Why would your sister go out with Billy? this guy is crazy, you know right?" I said to Dustin, "Sorry Max, but..." The girl interrupted me mid-sentence—"Oh! no, you're absolutely right, he's crazy." She said as I rubbed my hands down my face “FUCKKKKKK” I growled.

We heard car noise, the redhead went to the door and when she opened it, she saw the two of them talking, she waited until y/n got out of the car to give me a positive nod. As the little one walked towards her brother's car, I leaned against the doorframe, watching my best friend's face, she didn't look happy to see me, but she didn't look sad either.

I almost managed a smile when that asshole called she from "my princess", his princess? I felt like I was out of breath as y/n passed without making eye contact or saying anything, heading straight upstairs to her room. I walked to the bottom of the stairs and raised my arms in the air in surrender. — “Can we talk?” — I asked, noting the expression on the girl's face. She wrinkled her nose and signaled with her head that it was to follow her, each step I climbed felt my heart beating faster inside my chest.

Upon entering her room, y/n was already sitting at the window smoking one of her terrible menthol cigarettes. I walked over and sat down on the chair that was nearby. —“How was the ride?”— I asked as I adjusted myself in the chair. As she raised her gaze to mine, I noticed her eyes shining more than usual, when I got closer I noticed that they were shining because of the tears forming.

— “What happened, sweatheart?” — I got up and walked towards her, ready to hug her, but she reached out and kept me away. — “Okay, this is new. what's going on?."

— “I saw you at the arcade,”— she whispered, —“with the ugly girl. You guys gulping down in the dark corner, but before you say anything Eddie”— she sighed so sadly I felt my heart crack a little— tears started to run down hers cheeks and I panicked.

I wrapped her in my arms and without hesitation, she buried her face in my chest. I could feel her sobbing and when I let out a sigh she pushed me away again — "Let me go Munson, I don't want you near me, you left me alone, alone... and for what? How can you forget me there alone? you can kiss whoever you want Edward Munson, I have nothing to do with it, but you are a traitor. You..you"—” “I'm sorry, sweatheart.”— I interrupted her mid-sentence. — "I'm really, really sorry. But you know. You left me alone, you got in that asshole's car, and I was waiting there… stopped and you drove away.” Now I was the one who had raised my voice.

She looked up at me and stood up, staying just a few steps away from me — "What did you want me to do Eddie, spend the night with you? after you've done who knows what with that Woman? I think I'm missing the point here.”

She was right, shit!!, she was right.

— “Y/n listen to me, please! I'm begging you,”— I said,— “it wasn't at all what…” —I sighed and sat on her bed, letting my body fall backwards —“It wasn't at all what I had planned for us today,”— letting a faint laugh escape. – “Listen, if you want me to leave now, I will. Whatever makes you feel better, baby.

She didn't answer me, she kept her face to the window the entire time. I got up slowly from the bed, I walked to the door and when I touched the handle I felt her little hand holding the hem of my shirt – Thanks God – I thought to myself.

 — “I don't want you to go” – she told me with her voice still choked – “can you spend the night? I'm not feeling well to be alone today.”

— “Whatever it takes to make you feel better,” I said as I hugged her.

Y/N'S POV

I was stuck in that hug longer than I wanted to, I was still mad at Eddie but let's face it, better with him than without. I got rid of the hug and with a weak laugh

— "I need a shower, I'm feeling gross" I said as I headed towards my bathroom — "You're already home, so... make yourself home."

— “You are my home,” he said with a sad smile.

— Oh Eddie! Shut the fuck up.” I laughed out loud and covered my mouth to muffle the sound so I wouldn't wake anyone up. — “Stay quiet and don't make too much noise, okay? 10 minutes and I'll be back, I promise."

I went into the bathroom and took off my clothes, turned on the shower and when I felt the hot water on my shoulders it felt like half the weight on my back was gone, I closed the white plastic curtain and took a deep breath. My peace of mind is short-lived when Eddie enters the bathroom and sits on the toilet — You took too long, I missed you."— I heard him laugh and then I turned around.

— “I could use some privacy now, you know?

Eddie seemed to ignore me. — "So you're the jealous type?"— I could hear the malice in his voice. — "When Steve told me you had like... a crush on me I couldn't believe it, but man..."

— "I don't have a crush on you, Steve was drunk," I said while I brought my hand to my mouth and bit down lightly.

— "The curtain is kind of transparent, you know?" Eddie said pulling back the curtain and stepping into the shower, clothes and all.

— "Eddie, get out of here, are you crazy?" He put his hand over my mouth and stared straight into my eyes, it felt like no other part of my body mattered.

— "Listen to me," he said, “I know I'm not quite the guy you expected or deserved, let's face it, you deserve a lot more, a lot more than Billy or I, whatever, but the fact is, I'm completely in love with you and what happened at the arcade today was my fault, I couldn't stand to look at you anymore, feel your skin, your smell and not be able to… you know"

I took his hand from my mouth and pressed my lips to his, the kiss started slow, he slowly explored my mouth with his tongue, taking his hands to the back of my neck. I felt my legs sway under his touch, causing him to grab me around the waist with his free hand. I tried to lift his shirt, but because it was wet I couldn't. He leaned his forehead against mine and smiled broadly. —"You're crazy Eddie," — I said. while he picked me up and walked me to my bed. I cringed a little, out of embarrassment and out of cold.

Eddie started to remove his wet clothes and then made his way over my body, leaning into his arms. “Hi,” I said, as I pulled him in for a kiss again. The kiss was more violent, he lay down on my side and pulled me on top of him, his hands exploring every part of my body — "Fuck y/n, I've imagined this so many times" — his lips now traced my neck, down to mine colar bone —"you're so hot"—his hand now cups my breasts, moving his lips down close to my nipple. I felt my whole body tingle and I let out a slight moan — "You need to tell me what you want baby" — "You, I want you." — I said between sighs.

Eddie put my little friend in his mouth, sucking without putting too much pressure on him as he took my other nipple between his fingers. I moaned with the wet sensation of his mouth, while his hand, minutes before on my nipple, was going down my body, tracing my curves, until it reached my thighs, he lightly scratched the inside of them and up his fingers to my sweet spot

— “Damn baby, you're dripping, is this all for me?”

— "Eddie, stop teasing, I need you.

" — “What do you need me to do, my love? use your words" he whispered in my ear.

— "I want to feel your fingers inside me, I need you inside me."

—"Fuck"— he moaned as he traced his fingers through my pussy, his mouth was stroking my neck, he ran his fingers over my entrance. I felt light pressure as he introduced a finger inside me. He and I let out a moan.

—"Shh, it's okay, just relax, okay baby girl?" — he gave me a kiss on my temple while increasing the movement in and out with his finger — "more, please" — you cried.

— "As you wish my princess" — Eddie added another finger, causing it to tighten around them. —  “God, baby, you're so tight, are you sure you're okay?”

—"Fingers Eddie, fuck me, please."

As he fucked me deliciously, his thumb came up against my clit, which had me moaning loudly and letting my head drop to the pillow.

 — “Oh Eddie, I can't, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to…”

 — "Let go baby, I want to feel you cum on my fingers”.

 As soon as he finished speaking, my back was arched

— “FUCKK!!”

I didn't know that was going to moan so loud, Eddie covered my mouth for the fourth time that night, I let a long breath out of my chest and looked at the boy next to me, who was taking his fingers just inside me to his mouth

— “you are The best thing I've ever tasted ,Henderson! God, I love you.!”

— “I can get used to this Munson, be careful. — I gave him a small kiss on the lips and smiled.

— “God, if you exist, please get her used to it. - He laughed sarcastically, as he hugged you around the waist bringing you closer, laying down with a spoon. —"You still haven't said you love me."

— "Are you the needy type, Munson?"

— Touché.

Author's Note - Hi guys, this is my first fanfic, like everyone else I'm also obsessed with Eddie Munson! Sorry if it was a little longer than I thought, English is not my first language so sorry for the mistakes.

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aksksj!!! The good night kisses piece was so cute! Could I possible request the brothers' reaction to MC booping their nose and/or grabbing their faces with both hands and squishing their cheeks together? These demons are adorable and they need to know that MC thinks so.

demon brothers vs mc’s cheek squishes

warnings: gender neutral reader, established relationship, mildly suggestive (mostly just Lucifer’s), some more autistic! Levi bc I can't help myself

Lucifer 

absolutely not. no. he will be very displeased. you’ll have to ease him into excepting your physical affection anyway, and touching his face will be one of the last places he becomes comfortable with. and you may loose that privilege if you embarrass him. 

don't squish his cheeks, and don't call him “cute” unless you want to tease and annoy him. if you want to communicate that you find him endearing sincerely id recommend, 

you sighed, finally changing into fresh clothes after the events of that evening. the warm bath Lucifer had ran for you helped to relax your tense and sore muscles, and now you found yourself swept off your feet again and cradled in the arms of your lover.

Lucifer hummed softly, carrying you bridle style to his bed. you assured him you could walk yourself, but he shushed you. reminding you that he was the cause of why your legs shook and he would take care of you until your strength returned. 

he was gentle as he lay you upon the soft blankets, admiring you like a piece of art for his eyes only. pouting, you reached for your lover and he chuckled, joining you and sweeping you up in his arms again.

“hey Lucifer,” you called to him as he rested above you, looking down on you with a calmness behind his eyes. “...I love these moments with you, when you act so sweet to me.” you admitted, reaching both hands up and cupping his cheeks. 

the demon looked down on you with surprise. hes been called many things but ‘sweet’ was a new one. your heart fills with warmth as he smiles, a real closed eyed smile as he leans in to your touch. 

Mammon

oh yes. yes that is a wonderful idea. hes going to sputter and deny it, heart racing as he tries to blink back tears. Mammon craves your affection and praise. kiss the tip of his nose instead if you can, you’ll be rewarded with him forgetting how to speak for a moment. 

oh but cupping his cheeks and cooing how cute you find him, squish them and force him into a pout so you can plant a peck on his lips. he hates it. and by hate it I mean hes screaming inside, his ego is half insulted by you calling him, The Great Mammon ‘cute’ of all things. but the other half is soaring sky high with your praise and affection. 

“Mammmoooonnnn~” you whine for the demon seated beside you on the floor. 

“whatcha want now huh?” he glances up for his D.D.D. and raises a brow at you. 

“this.” you lean over a place a peck to the tip of his nose. Mammon yells like he’d just been burned, trying to scramble back but you catch him by his nightshirt instead, pulling you both to the ground. 

“oi! what the hell-” you cut him off as you flop above him on the floor, leaning over the now very pink faced demon. 

“you are so cute when you get all shy like that.” you giggle down at him. the blue-gold eyes of his blink up at you in shock. 

“hey! ya can't just call The Great Mammon ‘cute’ like is nothin’!” he protests, but makes no move to sit up or pull you off of him. 

“yes I can.” you shush his oncoming protest by cupping his cheeks. he stutters the start of a reply which sputters out as you stroke the apples of his cheeks with your thumbs. you giggle as you squish his cheeks together, causing him to furrow his brows again. “see? cute.”

Leviathan 

nose boops are okay. he’s got a very boopable snoot. snoot boop for snakeboy! he’ll grumble at first with pink cheeks but he doesn't protest or pull away. may boop your nose in return. 

Levi learns showing and receiving affection by mirroring. so if you pet his hair he may reach out to stroke yours. if you cup his cheeks a few times he’s going to reach out with nervous hands to cup yours, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs the way you do for him. 

“player 2, requesting backup from player 1!” you call through his door, knocking repeatedly to get his attention with his headphones on. 

“player 1 on the way!” he shouts. the lock clicks, and the bright grin of your favorite boy awaits you. “what took you so long?! I told you to meet me after RAD,” he huffs, dragging you in his room and closing the door behind you.

“sorry I had to make an extra stop, buuut,” you pulled the magazine from behind your back, showing it to the demon before you. “tada! it’s that special edition you were trying to get with the Ruri-chan tote bag! I found it!” 

a squeak of excitement from Levi and the magazine is pulled from your grasp. he’s already off, talking a mile a minute about how he’d tried to order it but they were in person only, about how the special design was a fan art competition, about how there's interviews with the voice actors inside. 

you smile, listening happily while he clutches the magazine to his chest, grin brighter then the sun. when he finally comes up for air he sets the magazine down and thanks you. his hands tremble slightly as he reaches out, just as you’ve shown him and cups your cheeks. 

“you’re just so adorable when you talk about the stuff you love. you’re just so adorable in general.” you praise, cupping his face and squishing his cheeks in return. 

Leviathan.exe has crashed, please start again.

Satan

he will entertain you as long as you don't do it often. he takes after Lucifer in that on his face hes less a fan of being touched. he’s not as touch averse as Lucifer in my headcannon, but hes extremely unlikely to ever reach out for you himself. 

Satan likes physical affection, but hes nervous about showing it. hes worried he could cause harm or hurt and so he tends to shy away and fold in on himself. nose boops are okay but not his favorite. cheek squishes however, he’ll never say he likes them but he does. 

hes sitting with you, discussing some crime novel hes been in love with recently. green eyes bright with the brimming mystery. hes so engaged when he asks for your perspective, full focus on you. 

its cute. you usually find him cute when hes got a kitten in his arms, the little fluffy creature dwarfed by his size but he treats them so softly. so gentle. how could the avatar of wrath be such a sweet and gentle fluffball? 

“you’re cute.” the words had left your mouth before you realized. hes a little taken aback by the comment, pausing his ramble to blink at you. 

“oh?” he laughs, cheeks pink as he tries to brush your comment off. now or never, you can continue on and pretend it never happened or you can use this moment. you chose the latter. 

“yes. so very cute.” you purr, reaching out and taking his face softly in your hands. “you’re practically an adorable little kitty yourself.” 

“...where did this come from all the sudden?” he gazes at you curious, but you can feel him lean in to your touch all the same. 

“I was just thinking how much id like to take you home as a house cat.” you tease, squishing his cheeks gently, just enough to force him into a pout. he makes a small sound of protest, hand on your wrist to pull you away but you silence him with a little peck on his lips. 

when you release him you are rewarded with his hand on the back of your neck, pulling you in for a proper kiss this time.

Asmodeus

yes. yes please. nose boops, nose kisses, hold his face, squish his cheeks, yes. just yes. Asmo loves it. you find him adorable? even better. 

he will go out of his way to act cute and adorable just so you’ll shower him in praise and affection. he can be as cute as you want. you want pretty frilly dresses, sweets, plushies and flowers whoo boy he can and will do it all. 

you squeal in delight at the adorable strawberry print on his trousers. it has a matching blazer with a nice pale pink background. 

“its so cute right?!” Asmo purrs, smoothing the fabric and admiring himself in the mirror.

“you look adorable Asmo!” you praise. he grins happily, next asking you to help him find a shirt and shoes to match. once the outfit is complete you insist upon helping with his makeup. 

you know his premakeup skincare routine by now and hes happy to sit and be pampered while you wash his face for him. after you’ve rinsed the face wash and patted his skin dry you pause.

“admiring my beauty are you~” he teases, sending you a wink. you chuckle, cupping your clean hands on his cheeks. 

“you are beautiful Asmo, but its your adorable attitude I really fell for.” you coo, pressing a peck to the tip of his nose. “and continue to fall for every day.”

hes swooning, completely at your mercy. take good care of him because you’ll never be able to get rid of him now.

Beelzebub

you'll have to be strategic with this, since hes such a tall motherfuker. Beel is big and intimidating, hes vary aware of how much space he takes up and how powerful he is. but if theres one thing he loves, its when you treat him as small and soft. 

nose boops while hes eating are always adored. hes practically your puppy and will nuzzle into your hand like a dog asking for treats. stroke his cheek while you lay with him when he can't sleep. cup his cheeks and squish when hes eaten something he shouldn't have, he’ll look all guilty and apologies. 

“cute, cute, cute, cute!” you coo softly to the demon, the one laying half on your chest with a half eaten bag of chips beside him. he grumbles, the sound akin to a hum or purr, rubbing his head on your chest a bit more. 

“my big baby.” you sigh out, arms around his head as you press a kiss to his ginger locks. he responds with an arm around you back. 

before you know it you are pulled up from where you're laying on the couch. readjusted until your head is on his chest this time as he sits upright now. another grumble and you receive a kiss on the cheek from Beel. 

“I'm starting to think you just like spoiling me.” he comments. you giggle, changing yourself so you and straddle his lap instead. he exhales a puff of warm air on your face as a tease. 

“and you’d be right.” you confirm. hands reaching up you cup his cheeks, feeling him sigh and lean against you. “you might look scary but you are just the sweetest thing. sweet as those candies I always find in your pockets.”

he hums again, pleased as you squish his cheeks and pout at him. 

“you’re cute.” he says, a kiss pressed to the inside of your palm as he returns to his snacking. 

Belphagor

Brat mode activated. he’ll huff in mock annoyance. if you boop his nose he’ll go to bite your finger in retaliation. hes all huffy and whiny, but it only gets worse if you stop. 

he likes it when you hold his cheeks, he won't even be a bitch about it. he may even offer his face to you, planting his chin on your knee if you’re sitting down as a way to ask for it. if you squish his cheeks tho, the huffy whining is back once again. 

there is a long highpitched whine of your name, coming from a pile of blankets on the floor. Belphie woke up and realized you weren't beside him. the pile begins to move and a dark head of hair pops out one side. 

hes blinking sleepily and searching for you, his favorite pillow. when he locates you the whining will pause, his eyes narrowing at where you sit.

you can't help the amused laughter as the demon slinks towards you. sometimes you wonder if he is in fact, a needy toddler. 

“yes?” you hold in your continued chuckles as he stops right at your feet. he glares at the chair your sat in, before pinching the back of your calf. 

“hey!”

“that's for leaving me.” he huffs, pulling the blankets around him and making himself comfortable at your feet. just as you’re about to tell him off he nuzzles his head against your knee.

Belphie leans against you with most of his weight, arms around your lower legs. he continues to rub his head on your knees and thighs before pausing. he blinks up at you with a small pout.

you know full well what he wants and while you know somewhere in the back of your mind rewarding this behavior isn't wise, you reach down to him anyway. 

he sighs in contentment as you stroke his cheeks, cupping them and cooing at him softly. 

“good boys get cuddles you know.” you pretend to scold his bratty behavior.

“and I get what I want anyway.” he offers you a cocky grin. you squish his cheeks in retaliation, earning another long, highpitched whine as he yanks his head away. 

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I think they show their love in some little gestures:

When Rhenys silences Corlys, then he takes her hand and strokes it with his thum.

At the wedding when Laenor screams, Rhaenys is scared and worried and she grasps Corlys's harm, then they both run towards Laenor.

Corlys is obsessed with Rhaenys's neck, we can see it when he says "bedding a woman" but also at the wedding party, they're sitting at the table, and Corlys talks to her, he has his harm on her shoulder and his face is dangerously close to her neck.

They're so different when they're in public and when they're alone. When they're in public they're super united, strong, powerful, the only moments we saw their vulnerabilities is when they're alone. Only one person can see who Corlys is, and this is Rhaenys, only one person can see who Rhaenys is, and this is Corlys.

Ok and the fact that they eye fuck everywhere, they criticize everyone and are sassy, they don't miss a chance to hold their hands and they know what the other is thinking just looking at each other.

I love them

Eve and Steve didn't have to go this hard, but you bet your butts they did!

1) The THUMB STROKE 😭

You know Corlys constantly touches her and rubs her hands, back, waist... whatever part of her body, either for comfort or just because. He grasps her hand in a similar way in episode 10. Rhaenys similarly puts her hands on his chest in episodes 5 and 10 which also makes me fucking lose it. (I can imagine that their normal 'hold me' pose is her huddled against his chest and his arms wrapped around her, making soothing circles.)

Also the implication of that gesture is that he's very much used to her sushing him and usually knows when to just say 'yes dear.' 😆

2) I went back and watched the wedding scene again because of this lol... idk how I didn't notice before, but Rhaenys grabs his arm TWICE:

– When the fight breaks out and you hear a woman scream, Corlys stands up from the table and you can see in a few frames that Rhaenys' hand is on his arm.

– When the crowd clears, Rhaenys runs around in front of the table beside Corlys, and again she puts her hand on his arm. And then yes, when Laenor screams, they both start to move towards him before the scene cuts.

They normally DO NOT TOUCH in public, but Rhaenys is scared for their son, so she reaches out to her husband for comfort.

😭😭😭😭 I am NOT okay

3) The NECKING

You know that woman is constantly covered in hickeys. And I maintain that he buys her necklaces just as an excuse to kiss her neck as he puts them on her.

Also their body language in contrast to Alicent and Viserys' is super interesting: The king and queen are sitting stiffly apart. Corlys and Rhaenys are turned in towards one another, his arm is over her chair, they're talking to one another, and he's LEANING IN. They clearly love and enjoy each other's company.

5) I would listen to hours and hours of Steve and Eve talking about their rehearsal process and character work. They absolutely nailed the "we've been married for a long time and adore each other" AND the private vs public personas.

I LOVE THEM TOO! thank you for the ask ❤️