#though it depends on personal taste too I suppose

[hotchfiles]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❝ [CHOICELESS HOPE] ❞ — one. the drumroll.

pairing: aaron hotchner x bau!reader. summary: the moment leading up to the kiss, the drumroll, is as good as the kiss itself. it's certainly more innocent. it's completely harmless. content warnings: very canon divergent because criminal minds timelines fuck me up. emotional cheating (not on reader). no happy ending (for now). angst. right person wrong time. no use of y/n. word count: 1,5+k. a/n: summary based on himym's victoria and her theory.

    Laughter fills the room and you feel your cheeks grow warmer, the scotch you told him earlier you were not going to drink burning your throat as Hotch called you a weak drinker, “This is supposed to be a celebration, Hotchner, why would I want this hellish thing burning my insides?” You complain even though it’s the third time he refilled your cup already. 

    “Burning insides is not that bad of a feeling.” He probably doesn’t mean it to sound as dirty as it does, but the proximity, the alcohol and the attraction you can’t help but feel for him turns almost everything that leaves his lips into an invitation you just can’t accept. 

    Still, you laugh and raise an eyebrow, “it depends on the cause of the burning, sir, would rather something else warm me up, scotch isn’t my first choice.” His own laugh is more contained, air leaving his nostrils and cheeks flushing at the path the conversation was taking. 

    Unconsciously, or you both rather believe it was, you scooched closer to him, his hand landing on your thigh and suddenly none of you two were laughing. His hand felt like fire ablaze on you, a fire only Aaron himself could extinguish and it was obvious he felt the same, his eyes glued to your lips and breathing heavy as the drinks on your stomach. 

    You close your eyes, that feeling of anticipation running over you and you sense his other hand lift, cupping your cheek affectionately, you lean on it and the cold feeling makes you come back to reality, opening your eyes and getting up quickly. 

    His wedding band. 

    He was married. Recently married to his high school sweetheart. 

    This could not be happening.

    You were both in the hotel room you were sharing as Rossi and Gideon shared other, alone, drinking.

    This could not be happening.

    Aaron shakes his head, trying to get rid of the thoughts of you filling his mind, a pained expression as he did so. "That's enough scotch." It's merely a whisper but to you it sounds loud as a drum, ringing right through your ear.

    "Yeah, I–I'm gonna take a shower." You take your whole bag, no time to sort through anything and lock yourself in the bathroom, banging your head to the wall a few times softly.

    This could not be happening.

    The sun does nothing but upset his pale skin, it doesn't matter how many times you’re both burning under it looking through a crime scene, he never gets even slightly tanned. His neck is starting to get red but you can’t help but love the Las Vegas desert for forcing him to wear sunglasses that give his boyish features more edge. 

    “Stop staring at me, I'm red as it is.” Caught. He doesn’t look at you to call you out, feeling your eyes on him whenever you get lost on his features. He never gave you the grace of not calling you out on it, like you did whenever you caught him staring at you. Truthfully, you were too afraid he would stop looking for good if you did. So you let him stare at your profile, your hands, and even your ass when he thought you weren’t looking. He's a guy, if someone else caught him it wouldn’t be too damaging. 

    “I'm not staring, did you even put sunblock before coming?” By now you’re both just walking back to the car, parked way too far from the scene not to disturb it. 

    “You know I don't like the feeling of it on my skin.” You do know it, as he knows you like it when your chapsticks taste fruity instead of sweet. As both of you share the knowledge of the smallest and biggest things about each other. 

    “You’re gonna look like an old man in less than five years.” 

    “And you’re still gonna love me.” The nonchalance of his voice is what kills you the most. He knows he shouldn’t be saying these things. He knows he shouldn’t smirk like that when he does it. But by keeping it light it gives the feeling of innocence. Just banter between two co-workers who spend way too much time together.

    “Yeah, sure…”

    Stuck between a rock and a hard place would be the perfect explanation for the conundrum you were put in. Taste of the last beer you mouthed down in one go still on your tongue as you took the hand Aaron so willingly offered you. 

    Haley was just some steps away, graciously dancing with Dave, nothing weird or suspicious about it, as it had been when you danced with him, Gideon and other people from the Bureau that night.

    When Aaron got to asking you for one you couldn’t tell him no without being suspicious, but even though you two had never crossed any physical lines, the uneasy feeling by the pit of your stomach made it seem like everyone around knew how you shivered whenever he touched you. 

    It was a slow song, purposefully so as he waited anxiously for one so he could dance with you, his eyes looked like flames as they burned holes into your skin before turning away. No words came from you nor him, his hands gripping on your waist as yours delicately stayed on his shoulder desperately trying to look normal was enough for you two to know exactly what was going through each other’s minds. 

    How he wished he could be like that forever, feeling your warmth and your trembling under his fingers, and how he knew he shouldn’t feel like that.

    He loved Haley. She was his best oldest friend. His high school sweetheart. She brought him back to earth whenever he was too into the horrors of his work. His beautiful caring wife. Aaron would never do anything on purpose to hurt her, he wouldn’t cheat, even if working with you made him think about it every single day. 

    Still, you felt like the mistress. The other woman. You felt your morals twirl inside you as if they were stored in your stomach ready to be thrown out any time he was close–which was all the time, it was the job. 

    The way you tethered between the acceptable and the borderline cheating with the lingering hugs to feel each other and each other’s scents, the late night talking that began with just work but always ended in something completely different–how he loved The Beatles and The White Album and you loved telling him each time a different album of theirs that was better, simply to piss him off. Abbey Road gave us Come Together and Here Comes the Sun, Hotch, White Album has nothing on it. That was the last one, but once it was Revolver, then Rubber Soul, you just had fun seeing his brows furrowed for something other than work.

    Haley got him out of it, but you embraced him for his full self. The nearly obsessive FBI agent and the nerd who used to collect coins. You would put your hand on his shoulder and sit by his side, take half of the files and go hours and hours on end analyzing it with him, even when the case was classified inactive. If he didn’t give up on it, neither did you, and it always went both ways. 

    For him, truly, it was nearly impossible to give that up. And it was impossible to bury his feelings too deep, it was always bubbling up at the surface, like a finger always brushing against a trigger but never pulling it. 

    The song ends after a mix of eternity and seconds, and the beat of the next one pulls you both back to reality, your hands leaving his strong shoulders as if they were filled with thorns ready to hurt you. “I need a drink.” You say more to yourself than to him. 

    He doesn’t reply, but his eyes tell you the only thing he wants to say. 

    I'm so sorry this can’t happen.

    He’s the one to take you to the airport, and he won’t cry or ask you to stay, he tried it already when you told him about transferring to the Crisis Negotiation Unit. But his eyes do water at the thought of not having you by his side at arms reach, even if you were just a few miles away in Washington. It was far enough to cut the cord. To put an ending to whatever it was that existed between you two and had been brewing for the past two years. 

    Instinctively he holds you as if there was nothing to come between you, his forehead touches yours and you both close your eyes. Lips so close they could touch. That doesn’t happen. 

    It won’t happen. 

    Shamelessly you let your tears fall and Aaron soaks it up with his thumbs, “no crying. I'll always have your back, understand? Anything you need, call me.” The underlining of it is a silent prayer, begging you to call either way, to not forget him. You won’t call, he knows it, still, he begs. 

    You won’t forget him, and still, you won’t call. 

    The last glance you share says it all. 

    I wish this could’ve happened. 

[blades-bundle]

How they are in the mornings

ft: Kafka, Blade, March 7th, Dan Heng, Jing Yuan, Luocha, Seele, Bronya

Kafka

- You'd think she's a morning person, considering her job and how she has to be awake a lot. - No. She hates mornings. - She's a HUGE cuddle bug, though. - Kafka will be holding you tight and trying to drag out the morning as long as she can. - She'd much rather spend the mornings in bed with you than heading out on another adventure because of Elios Script. - She also has either herself, Blade, or Silver Wolf make you both coffee when she's finally done holding you hostage pffft. - "Mmh... Good morning, baby..." - Her voice is soft and sweet, but also partially gravelly.

Blade

- He's very cuddly. Like. Look at that man and tell me that despite his personality he isn't a cuddle bug. - He is touch starved asf. (Maybe I'm projecting, who knows?) - Blade is the typa guy to actually be really affectionate when tired, even if he isn't typically. - When he's tired, he isn't worrying about what he's supposed to say or do. - He just.. does. - "Quit squirming... it's too early for this... Let me hold you closer..." - He definitely has a very hot morning voice. - Yeah, he knows it too.

March 7th

- She is very 50/50. - Either she's up at the sunrise, waking you up to make you both hot cocoa and watch it. - Or she's dead asleep with you well past noon. - It really depends on how tiring the trailblaze mission was. - She's cuddly when she's falling asleep, but this girl moves a shit ton when she's actually asleep. - Like. A lot. - Expect to be kicked lmfao. - She'll apologise a lot afterwards tho aksjgfkjdsg - "I'm so sorry! Here, let's cuddle and watch a movie to make up for it, mk?"

Dan Heng

- He sleeps like a fucking rock. - On his back, arms either by his sides or across his chest. - Well, unless you're laying on his chest. - Then his arms are around your waist. - ..Or well, unless he's having a nightmare. - He doesn't get them very often, but they're always awful. - Memories of his past always coming back to haunt him. - It's a big relief for him to wake up with you right next to him, trying to help. - It almost completely calms him immediately. - "It's.. okay, dear. I feel much better now that you're here..."

Jing Yuan

- He is a human teddy bear, and no I do not take criticism. - He's so warm and big and just grgrgrgr - His arms are so inviting and he's so gentle with you. - Jing Yuan is the type to run his fingers through your hair to help you sleep while humming some random tune. - He wakes up early in the mornings but always waits til you're awake to move. - Then he makes you both coffee and breakfast. - God his morning voice is so gravelly and deep. - He doesn't even seem to notice the difference unless you point it out. - "Mmh.. My voice? Well I suppose it is slightly lower, haha.."

Luocha

- Smug bastard smh /affec - This fucker is the type to hold you super close on purpose. - He knows what you are. - Luocha makes the best tea in the mornings. - Gives you just the right amount of energy while both tasting good and helping you feel good. - His words, not mine. - He's quite gentle with you, however. - A hand running through your hair as he lays on his back, you spooning his side. - "Such a sweet thing.. Good morning, my dove..."

Seele

- She's a light sleeper, that's for sure. - A habit she's picked up from working with Wildfire. - That doesn't mean she doesn't know how to relax... - It just means she can't sleep well if you move in your sleep. - Not that she would say such to you, of course. - If she wakes up, she just watches you sleep before slipping off herself once more. - Seele finds it endearing, seeing you snuggle into a pillow and mumble under your breath. - She heard you say her name once in your sleep, and she wasn't able to look you in the eye for a bit. - She's just embarrassed pffft. - "Mmh.. Finally awake, sleepy head?"

Bronya

- Miss Ma'am. Why do you have a perfect sleep schedule? - She wakes up and goes to bed at the same time every single day. - She always either makes breakfast for you both or has one of the workers at her estate do so. - Bronya will wake you up gently to have breakfast together and dance to the record player in the living room. - I see her as a hopeless romantic almost. (Maybe I'm projecting idc.) - She's got a soft and light morning voice, but it's still somewhat stern. - Mom friend alert pffft. - "Good morning, dear. Time to get up.. I made breakfast."

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(P4/GFL/GI/H:SR) Naoto, AN-94, Rosaria, and Stelle on a burger date

Admittedly, Naoto was not used to eating these kinds of food.

She travelled quite often and if she had time she could maybe indulge in a food to treat herself, let alone have lunch with her S/O.

But she had found herself in Tokyo with S/O and decided to try something different.

(Naoto) "Big Bang Burger?"

(S/O) "Oh yeah, that's quite popular nowadays. Did they ever have one in Inaba?"

(Naoto) "To my knowledge, no. I am always willing to try something once."

The two walked into the fast food restaurant and saw a poster on the wall.

(Naoto) "The...Big Bang Burger challenge?"

A female employee greeted them and explained how the challenge worked. Naoto's eyes almost bulged out her head.

(Naoto) "P-People eat something that huge?! And I thought the Beef Bowl Challenge was intimidating."

(S/O) "Did you wanna try it?"

(Naoto) "Er, well...I think I'd prefer to start off small before attempting something of that caliber."

Watching one of the employees bring two of them out, they brought it to a table who had two blonde students in a booth.

(Blonde haired boy) "F-For real?! How the hell are we supposed to finish that in thirty friggin' minutes?!"

(Blonde haired girl) "Oh god, why did I let you convince me to do this?"

Naoto and S/O ordered themselves a more fitting meal, and Naoto felt sick even looking at the two students attempt to finish it. Her burger was barely a quarter of the size and just looking at it, she felt like she had gained thousands of calories.

S/O chuckled as they leaned next to her.

(S/O) "Lunch and a show! You sure you don't wanna give it a try?"

(Naoto) "Now that I'm looking at it in person, absolutely not."

(AN-94) "Oh, burgers are in the mess hall today? I have not had many opportunities to try them."

Truthfully, 94 had no preference on food, nor did she know any nuances that went into cooking. It was just something that never became relevant.

But she was wanting to try new things, especially if it made S/O happy.

She was quite perplexed looking at the burger, examining it like she would a new weapon.

When she bites into it, her eyes slightly widen at the variety of textures. She makes sure to take extra note of what S/O's preferences are, in the event she is ever tasked with retrieving a meal for them.

(AN-94) "Interesting...I can see why humans would like this sort of thing."

Since it's not required for her to eat, she keeps this food more as a reward after a mission than anything.

(Rosaria) "Interesting dish. These much calories are probably sinful for those on diet."

Rosaria quite likes how the meat inside the burger tastes.

If she can add some alcohol to the burger, then she's even more for it.

She didn't cook quite often, but it let her play around with different combinations to see what her and S/O enjoyed.

Though that being said, she didn't really understand the whole concept of a 'Burger Date'.

Was it really a whole new date if they just ate something a bit more exotic than usual?

Regardless, she makes sure not to eat them too often. She's not exactly watching her weight or anything, but too much of it would probably kill her.

...Now she had an idea.

Stelle enjoys food of all varieties but there is one thing that is her guilty pleasure. Junk food.

Depending on how one cooked a burger, it could be classified as just a normal meal, but Stelle was never one to sugarcoat things.

It was an indulgence food, and she loved it.

Of course considering her position as a Trailblazer, she probably shouldn't gorge herself, lest she feel sluggish during an expedition.

But that does not stop her from eating them with S/O whenever they ask.

In fact, all they have to do is give her the excuse. Homemade or takeout, it doesn't matter. She wants it.

Her stoic expression softens a little whenever she's eating with her S/O, talking about whatever really comes to mind.

That being said, she is quite picky where she gets the burgers from. If they give her or S/O a topping she didn't ask for even once, she's never coming back.

She wants to enjoy her food damn it, she doesn't want to fight gross ass toppings, on top of everything else in this galaxy that wants her dead.

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

Y'know, if Lila was just a one-off character for Volpina and we never saw her again, a few tweaks in that episodes writing could have made it a good lesson about not letting your temper get the best of you, even in a situation where your anger is justified

This is in reference to the post where I discussed how terrible Volpina's lesson is and I agree with the proposed change. If Marinette has to be in the wrong here, that's the only way to make it kind of work. In fact, this is what I thought the episode was trying to do on my first watch. When the next season started with Lila gone, I thought, "Okay, so that episode was supposed to be about being the better person and having a more measured response when you've been wronged. I don't think it did that lesson super well, but I can see what they were going for and we'll give them some grace. Definitely one that I wouldn't just give to a kid, though. Way too high a risk of them internalizing a very wrong message."

I only gave the writers that grace because I assumed that Ladybug had truly humiliated Lila out of Paris off screen (remember, we only see Ladybug out Lila to Adrien even though Lila was lying to everyone) and that is a pretty extreme punishment for a teenager making a dumb choice. Even then, saying that Ladybug was in the wrong feels a little too victim blame-y for my tastes. Lila was the one telling the lies and using Ladybug's name for clout on a city-wide scale or possibly even a national/international scale depending on the Ladyblog's viewership. By telling those lies, Lila was harming Alya's credibility and presenting herself as a sort of authority on Ladybug, a position that she was going to use to her advantage as we saw with her manipulating Adrien. She was also putting herself at risk if Gabriel or other villains believed the lies and saw her as a way to get to Ladybug.

That means that the lies Lila told aren't exactly minor, victimless crimes like the lies Marinette and Adrien tell to hide their identities. Lilia's lies needed to be outed on the same scale that they were broadcast and there's no kind way to do that. It's going to have a brutal edge no matter how pretty the words are.

There are times when it's right to be "the better person" and let a thing go, but it's hard to view this as one of them because this was not a nuanced situation. There was no reasonable option other than issuing a public retraction and Ladybug didn't even go that far! She had a single, private confrontation with Lila and then let the matter rest. A better version of this episode might see Alya and Marinette giving a really mean retraction on the Ladyblog that they then feel bad about because they should have been more professional, but that's about it as far as possible improvements go.

If we look at what the episode actually gave us, it feels like another Gamer situation. An episode that blames Marinette for impure motivations while ignoring anyone else's faults, creating a nonsense moral that just makes me mad. Ladybug-is-wrong-for-confronting-the-liar-for-impure-reasons is certainly a take. It's just not one that I'm ever going to agree with. To give a recent, real-world example, do people really feel that James Somerton was the wronged party because his many, many lies and instances of plagiarism were outed in a brutal public takedown? (Context part 1 & part 2, though part 2 is the one to watch if you only want to see why letting lies from respected sources go unchecked can be so messy.)

To be clear, I don't think that Lila's lies were Somerton bad in Volpina, but they were starting to go down that road and they arguably reached Somerton levels by season five. Fakes identities, almost getting Marinette expelled, using her lies to get social power from Gabriel, the list goes on, which is yet another reason to hate Volpina. Its nonsense moral is a big part of why Lila could do all of that. Ladybug should have outed Lila! Society suffered and will continue to suffer because she didn't. That's why you have to stop misinformation as soon as you possibly can, but that wasn't actually the moral of Volpina. The moral was that Ladybug was in the wrong for being mean to the liar. Maybe if she'd been nicer, then Lila wouldn't be so evil now which is a very gross moral! Volpina really does feel even more victim blame-y now that Lila is the new big bad.

That's a good segue to circle back and finish off my original topic: I gave the writers grace for Volpina until Lila returned and established that she'd never been publicly outed. At that point, Volpina lost any chance at me giving it charity. The lesson was worse than I thought and I was fully justified in hating it. It's one of the ones I use when I explain why I wouldn't want a child getting into Miraculous because the problem with Volpina's moral is pretty straightforward.

[june-pop]

Ni-Ki BF Headcanons

Ni-ki x Reader

Warnings: none

• His love language is definitely physical touch & quality time

• After watching some of their content, him and the group members say themselves that he (and Jungwon) doesn’t play video games as much as his hyungs do

• So I think he’s much more of a movie date type of boyfriend

•You always find yourself cuddled up next to him on the couch watching studio Ghibli movies for the nth time that week cause that boy is obsessed

• Try’s to teach you some his group’s choreography or one he made himself

• Loves when your attention is on him, so don’t take your eyes off him please

• If he notices you paying more attention to someone else he won’t really comment on it but he will get more quiet over time

• When you point it out he’s gonna try to deny it and avoid talking, but just give him a nice big hug and suddenly he’s back to himself

• He’s a big tease

• If you’re shorter he will use his height against you

• If you’re taller you better give him a taste of his own medicine 🤨

• Will probably try and make you flustered at any chance he gets (as if he isn’t screaming on the inside)

• Will make it his life mission to win you at least 2-3 plushies if you go to an arcade or carnival

• I can definitely see him being the type to spoil his s/o. Maybe not a lot but every now and then he’ll buy you something you like

• A necklace you saw at a store but didn’t have enough money for? Don’t worry he’ll pay for it behind your back and give it to you when you get back home☺️

“Riki that was like 200 dolla-” “let’s not focus on that, it looks so nice on you doesn’t it”

“😨”

• HEAD PATS

•please give this boy some head pats, he seems to really love when people play with his hair and stuff

• Especially if he’s had a long day and just wants to be with you, the second y’all start cuddling just start playing with his hair and massaging his scalp and that boy will be out like a light

• Your own personal photographer. Takes random photos of you with or without you knowing

• Has a whole album on his phone dedicated just to you that he rarely lets anyone else see

• Boy has a staring problem 😐

• You could be doing anything and once you turn around Riki’s just staring at you and you’re just like ���🏾‍♀️/ 🧍🏽….. can I help you?

• He try’s to play it off but anyone can tell he was in awe by you doing absolutely nothing

• He’s whipped

• Will start denying and blushing if you try to tease him about it

• Not too much though or you might end up on the couch getting tickled to death 💀

• I think he’d be very gentle with his s/o though. Like he might have some play fights with you but he’s definitely not as aggressive with you as he is with others

• Unapologetically rejects anyone who try’s to flirt or get with him because he already has you.

• He will make that quite clear, this boy can be blunt and very intimidating

• So just imagine Riki with a blank face telling the person “I have a s/o already” and walk away and once he sees you he’s suddenly all smiles as if he didn’t just crush someone’s heart😭

• Kisses with him are….interesting

• They honestly depend on the mood

• Earlier in the relationship they definitely didn’t happen often.

• Maybe some quick ones here and there

• But as time went on he got more & more bold

• You just put on some chapstick? Kiss

• He wanted to see what flavor it was 🤷🏾‍♀️

• You’re trying to ignore him for wtv reason? Kiss

• Can’t avoid him forever🤷🏾‍♀️ He will get your attention one way or another

• He got really excited about something that happened? He’s giving you a big hug and then kissing you until you can’t breathe

• What else was he supposed to do, you just looked so kissable🤷🏾‍♀️

• Cooking for the both of you? He’s coming up and giving you a nice hug from behind while also planting a few kisses on your shoulder

• He just wants to be close to you…and sneak a few pieces a food in his mouth

• SPEAKING OF BACK HUGS

• Riki LIVES AND BREATHES BACK HUGS

• both giving and receiving but prefers giving.

• Arguments are rare but they happen

• if it was something big he might take a bit to himself to think and them comeback to properly talk things out with you

• He doesn’t like yelling and hates if your upset with him, vice versa

• He’s a great listener, if you need to vent about something he will be by your side to listen and comfort you

• Will try to crack jokes to make you smile

• He loves your smile

• In general he loves you!!!!

• He’s just a someone who I think has a lot of love to give but just wants to find the right person to give it too

Hope you all enjoyed!!!

[heartnoose]

NSFW Alphabet - Mephisto Pheles

Came across this in my old drafts. So, I cleaned them up a bit and thought I’d post them here!

🔞 MINORS, PLEASE DO NOT REBLOG OR LIKE! Please respect these boundaries. 🔞

Content Warnings: Emotional and mental “games”, and also rough kinks that y/n consents to. Master and servant dynamics. I suppose it got kind of dark (it is Mephisto, after all), but none of the games or rough treatment is described in great detail.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

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

How he treats you after sex largely depends on his mood and your relation to him. I can see him being quite the dear after sex, especially if he likes you. Teasing and cuddling you, rubbing any sore spots from the more than likely rough/brutal sex. I think it would ring hollow most of the time, as he could just be doing it for the theatrics and/or to mock you. He’s moody like that, even with ones he actually likes. If he's in a really mean mood then expect him to straight up taunt you, belittle you, and press your buttons. Though if you’re a servant that he decided to take, with no psychological warfare or foreplay beforehand, he won’t stay. He’ll just take you as he pleases and leave you alone in your bed.

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

He likes his hands. Mainly because of how they look on you. And he also loves his goatee 💀. On other people though, this man loves curvy and/or elegant bodies. Neither of those are strict requirements since an interesting personality or perceptive mind also interest him. But, he loves groping and teasing flesh, plus he loves the bouncy quality of skin that comes along with that groping and teasing.

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

Thin and tastes bad. He doesn't come a lot. Slowly spurts, like lava flowing downhill from a volcano. Smells bad, as well. Like bleach. He can’t mark you so well due to this, so where he comes on you depends on his mood. He tends to mark chests and faces the most, though. Sometimes your upper thighs too.

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

Maybe his secret plans in general LOL. But in regards to sex, he doesn't really have any. He’s tried everything, and he’s open to most things. Mephisto is very confident in chasing after what he desires and shamelessly indulges in what he wants.

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

He's thousands of years old and has been with countless people. He's very perceptive to what makes others hot and bothered, and loves to use that against his partners in the room. Small touches, little grabs, artfully toying with your feelings and mind. He's very physically, emotionally, and mentally motivated like that.

He can tell how to get you off, but that’s not always what he chooses to do. And if he does, there’s going to be mental and emotional games involved. Even if they’re sometimes smaller games and not always so extreme.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

I personally think he loves being topped. He sees it as you serving him and him just sitting back and enjoying the show. He’ll tell you what to do, try to control your rhythm and pace. It’s a win-win situation for him, since you’re either serving him, or he gets to playfully punish you for disobeying his commands. A power bottom of sorts. Ultimately, he has the mindset of “Look at my cute toy trying to toy with me! They should know by now that I’m the one in control here~”

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

I think that in most cases, Mephisto won't be offended if you get a little silly. I could see him matching the mood with his own dirty jokes. He'll probably even find your giggles and attempts to make him laugh amusing, cute, maybe even a bit endearing.

If he’s in a bad mood then don’t try that, he’ll more than likely lash out and ruthlessly degrade you with psychological abuse.

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

Even though he has no good taste, this man is all about his brand of beauty and aesthetics. Even if he dresses like a clown. He’s very well kept. He has a bush and keeps it trimmed. It’s somewhat sparse, not too thick. It’s the same color as his other hair. He keeps it clean and presentable since he cares about hygiene, Mephisto knows that being gross is going to ruin his chances of picking up people. And he’s not a “low class slob” like that, anyway.

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

He can fake intimate connection for sure, he's been on Assiah for ages and is acclimated to it's social customs. Even if you’re a mate, I would see him being temperamental about how genuine the sweet sentiments are. Sometimes they would be a bit genuine, though I think many times he would use them for the theatrics, or to tease and mock you.

If you’re a servant, or he’s in a bad mood, then he’s not gonna care about any of that. In the former case, he will especially use that mocking brand of intimacy to make backhanded comments and psychologically torture you.

He’s also picky about those who call him by Samael so casually, and when or how imo. If he’s fond of you then he might tolerate it sometimes.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I can't see him jacking off so much. He’d rather get a partner to relieve himself. He probably sees masturbation as crass and thinks he's above it. He's not. Mephisto will definitely jack off if he's really turned on after harassing you, a heated argument, or messing around with your thoughts and feelings.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Oh boy. He loves mind games, toying with emotions, being found out and called out on his bullshit. He's very mental like that. Otherwise, he's open to almost everything. I wouldn’t call it a kink, but a consistent taste he has is being ridden. Or being beyond rough in the room. To the point of being brutal or even violent. Biting and scratching that breaks skin, really man handling you and throwing you around, leaving dark bruises on you, etc. Mephisto looooovveees to mark people like that. Especially if you cover them up in public so only he can see them, or if they peek out from your clothing and others get the picture. The thought of such a dirty and feral encounter having such a small but obvious hint, that really turns him on.

Fantasy and role play are already big things for him, and he’s a nerd. So he loves it when you cosplay as his waifus in bed.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Depends on how he sees you. If he likes you a lot, then the bedroom. Call him traditional but he's really into the whole ambiance of the bedroom, the cozy bed, warm sheets, the fine decor (and anime merch), and the dim lights. He loves the mood it sets and highly prefers it to other environments, especially if you’re his mate. I do think he’s spontaneous enough to take you anywhere he wants. He’ll tease you about the risks. Otherwise, he couldn’t care less about the location if you’re a servant.

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

He definitely has his tastes when it comes to bodies, personalities, and people’s history, but he’s very mentally motivated. He'll engage in full on psychological warfare with you before smashing the hell out of you. To him it's the best form of foreplay, as well as a way to test the psychological limits and perception of his partners. So many aspects of mental manipulation and warfare interest him, and that carries over to his sex life.

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

He’s only gonna share you or watch you fuck others if he’s commanding that. Also he doesn’t like anything incredibly unsanitary like emeto or scat. Otherwise he's pretty open to anything.

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

God tier oral skills. He edges a lot when giving oral, and gets into it, teasing you as your cute yelps and moans drive him to further toy with you. It’s just *chef’s kiss*. He won’t always make you come, though. That’s part of the fun for him.

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

Depends on his mood and relation to you. If you're a servant that is his for the taking, I see him being inclined to having rough and fast encounters more. If he really likes you, or there’s been a psychological battle or argument beforehand, he’s going to be more inclined to drawing out his playful torture by being more slow and sensual.

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

He would rather have "proper sex", meaning in a room and being able to relish his time with you. I could only see him having a quickie as a way to taunt you about the risk of others walking in.

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

Yeah, he’s down for nearly anything. Not much is new to him but he is open to most ideas you have, and risks don’t bother him so he’s good in that area.

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

He's a Demon King! He can last all day and all night. Maybe for days or even weeks, if he really likes the dynamic.

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

I think the question should be more like "What toys doesn’t he use on his partner and himself?” Gags? Check! Dildos? Check! Vibrators, check! Restraints, check. The dude has a whole arsenal of sex toys to use during sexy times.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He teases you so much that you swear you're going to combust sometimes. Either mentally, physically, or both. He's really into edging and teasing you.

He enjoys being edged and toyed with too, but he’s still going to want to "punish" you for toying with him too much. I think he would like gaining the upper hand in even small games like that.

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

Depends on his mood and the events that led up to the encounter. If there was a lot of winning in fights on his end, he’s going to relish it and be loud. If he’s mad, a sort of cold and angry quiet will reflect his mood. I do think he’s more vocal than not. Grunts, low voices, whispers, shameless moans and groans. If he doesn’t see the need to be composed, then he’s going to let loose.

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

Not exactly a cuckold, but he will enjoy ordering you to play with others. It’s another way for him to show control.

Also, his body hair is kind of sparse. He doesn’t have much on his chest, legs, arms. His bush is a bit thin.

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

His bush isn’t too thick, and he keeps it trimmed. He’s 8-9 inches. Long but slim, just like him. Uncut. Pale with a purple head. He's got big, saggy balls too. He shaves them so he can feel what’s going on there better. There’s a reason why he holds on to his vessel and it’s not just because it can hold him.

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

He's one of the horniest characters in the entire series, I don't think I need to elaborate on this.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn't get sleepy after sex. If you’re a pet or servant or whatever then he’ll probably just leave you in bed alone. Though he’s open to staying a bit longer if you actually interest him.

[twinleafsystem]

For the ask game!

20. Your Favorite Headcanon?

this is both the hardest thing ever and the easiest thing ever... i will cheat a little bit and do one for everyone <3

siffrin: disabled after the loops. but also very adamant about the fact theyre Fine. Honestly. (they took three steps out of bed and collapsed. they get better about this with time)

mira: considers herself a jack of all trades and master of One. that One is actually Several Ones, but because its One Per Thing (like being really good at one part of cooking or sewing or cleaning or what have you) she still counts it as One thing she excels at in any given moment. i do think she gets over this with age, though

isa: get this boy some glasses!!! Stat!!!!!! far sighted dummy how are you supposed to make good stitching like this!!! (he does Surprisingly well without glasses actually, but hed have a Much easier time with them)

odile: actually Amazing at improv if she decides to play along. can go for long stretches too! she tends to stop sooner rather than later though, so youd have to make it clear you want to keep going and hope shes in the mood if you wanted to keep the ball rolling

bonnie: this is one ive never seen anyone else say but i love the idea that they have intricately ranked each veggie theyve ever tasted on a very concise scale that nille knows as well as they do (because they made her memorize it). currently at the top is cabbage (specifically fried) and trailing at the bottom are carrots of any kind

loop: they dont mind being compared to siffrin as much as one might think. too much or about certain things will still easily set them off, but they actually quite like being able to see themself in him. its all about how you word it ultimately. "you and siffrin both hug the same" for example would be completely fine and even good vs something like "you and siffrin both make the same face about x." the second one would depend on the variable to truly rank it, but assume things about appearances arent the best comparisons to make, while things with personality are marginally better

[cupcakeslushie]

That has me so relieved lol. I feel like I’m the worst at fashion 😅. I spend so much time on Google and Pinterest, trying to find cute things to put our boys and April in that would match their personalities.

Leo likes jean material and anything with dark colors (obvi) and also really likes athleisure wear. Raph has pretty similar taste, but with brighter colors. Though it’s hard for him to find jean material that can stand up to his shell, so he also has a love for stretchy stuff that wont tear. Mikey and Donnie like oversized and cute styles! Really soft or fluffy stuff, but also Donnie will throw in some edgy rave outfits when he’s feeling fun. He’s also got the same three outfits for when he’s working and he’ll wear them until they’re covered in paint and oil and totally worn down. Mikey is probably the one that has the biggest and most versatile closet. He has a big problem with online, impulse shopping.

@kitty-kyte This ask has me so curious now about the undercity’s weather! Aw, and now that makes me think the Snow Day episode would go from them fighting, to them just having a good wholesome time showing Donnie how much fun snow could be. And maybe they do have a snowball fight, Leo and Mikey being way too competitive, and Raph and April and Donnie just enjoying some hot cocoa and building a snowman. OR OR OR Donnie, April and Leo make a Jupiter Jim snowman and Raph and Mikey and Cass make a Lou Jitsu snowman and they argue over which one is better and Donnie keeps switching sides because he can’t decide!

@blossomsofopossums

As for your first question! Leo witnessed some small fits during their first few encounters. He was as unnerved as he could be, but sadly chose to ignore the strange behavior in favor of letting Three struggle through them on his own 😔. Then the first time Raph, Mikey, Leo, and April run into Donnie, they can clearly see Three struggling with something they can’t. They’re really confused and don’t know what to do, but with Leo recently revealing to them that Three might be their long lost brother Donnie, Raph has already resolved himself that, Donnie would be coming home with them. Unfortunately he doesn’t really know how to handle Three in that first meeting, and so he’s a bit rough with him, making those first few days of Donnie getting used to being in the lair a manic mess. Later once they learn more, Raph and Mikey will try to talk Donnie through them and Leo will use contact. But they also kind of have to adapt their reactions depending on how bad each one is, and what they think Donnie needs to feel safe.

Question #2! Raph calls him Dad, Pop, or Old Man when he’s feeling cheeky. Mikey calls him Dad and Papa. Leo probably goes through the most names: Master Splinter, Splinter, Father, Dad. Donnie will call him Father or PApA~

Question #3 Donnie had thought he’d already been introduced to so much good food after a few weeks in the lair, but pizza was on a whole new level. Sweets might be his new weakness. But pizza is his favorite savory meal. And you just know that the boys took Donnie to Run of the Mill for his first pizza experience. They couldn’t wait to introduce him to Hueso.

Hueso on the other hand is starting to get slightly annoyed with all these traumatized boys that Raph keeps bringing in. Like he was perfectly happy adopting this huge, but well-mannered teenage turtle and his human friend. Then they come in with the small, infamous battle nexus champion and he’s a little hyper thing sometimes, but he’s pleasant enough, so okay. But THEN, they have some nerve to bring some poor, tired, stone-faced kid, who’s eyes hold much too old of a look in them. It tugs on Hueso’s heartstrings…that is it would, if he actually had them.

NOW what’s he supposed to do with this new one? He can’t just adopt them all can he?

Hueso in the kitchens, to his chefs as they cook the boys’ pizzas:

[dihydromorphinone]

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 i can't wait to taste you..

after watching her for over a year, tanner can't control his urges anymore and he goes to claim what, he thinks, is rightfully his.

— tanner x reader, reader/character is implied to be female and in luna's place, not really smut but very suggestive it was supposed to be a smut though, kinda dark themed(!!) but it is consensual somehow TT, stalking references, i'll definitely write a part two with smut 👅, been writing this for four months;; kinda feel like i could've done better

if you like it pls reblog!! ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა

an: i wanted to try something new hehehe tell me if you like how it's written!! also dude... tanner voicelines are so cannibalistic and sexy,,, and i feel sooo bad i drank too much and i was sitting outside drinking beer with some random ahh guy at 3am and I'm pretty sure that something i took today got laced >_< this is my comfort fic yall.

tonight was oddly peaceful. the state of Montana, especially that one – someone would say cursed – town was the complete opposite of peace. with the sudden increase in crime; murder, kidnappings, disappearances mostly the city was covered with terror. the blueblood killer was definitely a real threat, a threat that is wandering free on the sickly covered in fog streets, while the poor citizens are left in the dark – and though he enjoys the exposition he has, for tanner it wasn't enough. it's never going to be enough.

he's cruel. psychotic, even. what sane person would happily murder so many of its own kind? none. and yet, there he was. enthusiastically setting feet rhythmically on the pavement, the heels of his elegant shoes making a barely audible 'click-clacks'. so much passion in each step; the same passion which drives him to inject toxins to humans and toying them with much visible sadism. tanner – the blueblood killer, had a very distinctive way of looking at the society. for him, it was nothing else than scum. trash, refuse; all the same. no human mattered to him. he treated mankind like a child would treat its toys; fun, but only for a moment. then the toy, or in tanner's case, a human can be tossed away into some corner, because it won't serve his purpose this well again. his definition of fun, however, was as cruel as he was. stalking, trespassing, closely observing his prey's emotional reactions and how the body and mind react separately depending on the circumstances and substances. his fun ends when the victim dies or acts repetitively – so he cherishes every moment of preying upon a human.

he found one exception, though – a young woman living not-so-far-away from his hideout; the captivating lady was a detective, with her home set close to the giant, maze-like forest, where the equally handsome doctor was spending his days, and if he wasn't out satiating his disgusting urges, nights. tanner has been watching her for over a year, falling prey to the female's plush lips, seemingly sweet demeanor and her abominable desires. in their own home, each human feels safe. the only place they can be themselves, do whatever they want to do. tanner pitied them - he always did. but for some reason, he still laughed at people who acted different indoors. he defied the whole purpose of safety, stripping the victim of it.

he’s stood in the shadows – where he preferred to be, for now. the thrill of being found was growing fonder and fonder on him, but now's not the right time, tanner would always repeatedly tell himself this like a mantra. like a plea to the sober-thinking part of him to let the other, more careless and darker part have some more fun. his thirst, though, for blood and flesh was just expanding more and more... insatiable, one would think. no matter how many victims would be reported, no matter how the blueblood killer's body count would go up, the urge was almost... attached to him.

through the tinted, mostly curtain-hidden windows, he could see her moving around. left and right she swayed, not getting enough sleep and forgetting basic self care because of her almost sick, he thought, altruistic urges. such a good, upstanding individual she was - someone to look up to, to worship... the woman deserved good, proper treatment only. especially from him - all the neglect is happening because his identity, still a secret, was wanted. tanner almost convinced himself that he feels pity and cries for her, being the source of her opposite of well-being, but in the end it's hard to judge and distinguish emotions while being hazed with mad, almost lusting feelings.

there was, however, no time to reflect the past actions, even if they're undoubtedly mingling with the present. he always did whatever his body and mind wanted, more or less heart. but he would be the last one to judge - there was no place for him and his 'sick' assessment. that being said, tanner finally realised he is in fact done waiting. their time together was pleasant and wholesome, but the urge will drive him to further madness if he won't do anyting about it soon. and since this isn't a mind matter, then it would be suitable to satisfy the flesh, disregarding the heart's wishes and indulge in the woman visible through the small gap in the curtains.

but his heart cannot be silenced this fast.

after searching for his trusted syringe and the mix of liquid midazolam and some other drug he put there previously, he cracked a small smile and sighed, being able to free himself after such a long time. his playtime with victims never lasted this long - this was but a miracle, something unexpected and ready to turn his peaceful, murderous life into something even more vile, dangerous and ruined. but the thought of disposing her like a loose trash didn't sit right with him; tanner was almost disgusted by the bare thought of causing her heart to stop permantly. he was having so much fun now, it'd be almost criminal... but, what is going to happen will eventually happen, so reveal himself to her, he shall.

the woman inside the cozy home was unaware of the terror right next her door, but even if she was - it didn't really matter. for her, the most important thing to do now was to catch that damned blueblood killer, to put end to the town's suffering... and her own grief. she's lost many of her friends and few family members to his wicked fantasies, and it only felt right to do something for the rapidly decreasing community. focused on her promethean task, she couldn't hear the light creak of her door and even lighter footsteps right behind her. only after tanner stood behind her, she could sense someone's presence. shiver ran down her spine, as she vividly remembered closing the door and definitely not inviting anyone, especially this late at night. fear paralyzed her, but then came the realisation.

it could be the blueblood killer. either she will get violently gutted, or she will make a life-changing discovery. and so, the captivating lady sighed, and prepared herself for the worst moments of her life. she turned around, surprising tanner. bold. she was definitely bold, unsure of the danger's scale, yet facing it bravely. his heart barely, but still, softened. endearing, so endearing... but it was too much for her. she closed her eyes right before facing him, squinting her eyes. his little plaything was even more captivating, he thought, smiling softly. though, she could never see it.

"who are you?" she asked, knowing well the answer is going to be fake or she will get no answer at all. or maybe some pistol on her forehead would be all she needed to know before her apparent, incoming demise? but she heard a small chuckle. "i'm the one you've been searching for. pardon me, miss, for keeping you up for so many nights. figured i'd better show myself in person."

his voice was oddly attractive. so pleasant to her ears, so pleasant she almost didn't get what he was saying - clearly, the murderer who got rid of solid few percents of the town's residents was before her, and he was aware of the search. well, it was obvious he will figure it out eventually, but the fact that he exactly knew that it was her... next thing she knew, his fingers were caressing her cheekbones, which made her open her eyes in a second. the sight made her lose her breath for a second.

the blueblood killer was undeniably handsome. sharp jaw, ideally shaped brows, perfect face ratio... not a single thing was wrong. he'd definitely pass as a model, or an angel, though the circumstances made her think of him as the devil. his appearance made it easy to sin. tempting. he was clearly her type, and deep inside of herself she was having a moral battle. she couldn't help the train of thoughts, all vile and lusting, all due to the bare sight of him. that didn't go unnoticed - tanner, as the aspiring master of knowing human reactions, realized she was captivated with him as much as she was with her. the syringe in his other hand, placed behind his back, almost fell to the floor. sweet, so sweet; it seems the paradise's gates won't be opened for him only.

"i've planned some fun activities for the two of us. don't worry, honey, you won't die. yet," the murderer smiled at the woman, terrified and enamored, still gazing at him. oh, how absurdly sweet she was... a perfect mix. with his large, gentle movements he still was caressing her cheek, but slowly moved down to her neck, tracing circles and various shapes. the lady was stunned - and tanner will also be as stunned as the detective, if he regains his mind clarity. but that did not matter; not for now, at least. she's here, next to him, looking at him with lust behind the pretty, sweet facade...

suddenly, the lady felt a sting on her neck. she hissed, and tanner shushed her, continuing to inject the tranquilizer liquid through the syringe. "this will only hurt for a while, i assure you. i wouldn't let you suffer for more, that is - unless you want me to," his poor, horrid jokes made her think about the event briefly, before losing consciousness. this is awful - she is awful, for even considering this monster as a human being, someone that could even potentially become her crush. but the shame can wait, she thought, as the man dressed in white lab coat and red tie came closer to her face and hovered above her, waving his hand as her eyes became droopy and eventually closed.

"good girl," tanner told her, though she couldn't hear those affectionate words. the effects were visible shortly - as if it were not for her perpetrator and his strong, muscular hands she would surely fall down, hitting herself and creating a possible injury. not today, tanner thought, not happening ever. why should she injure herself if the feared master of terror was always for her disposal? but even he wouldn't cut her too deep. the precious flesh of hers shall not be tainted with foolish, mortal-only limited bruises.

having his prized lady in his arms, he spared a few seconds more to admire her unconscious body. not like this was the first time he's seen it - this time was different, though, as he never actually held her like this. tanner closed his eyes swiftly, took a small, but deep breath and contemplated what to do next. it would be a shame to waste the precious liquid he just injected, though it was as precious as she was.

tanner knew her home well, sneaking inside when she wasn't home, and he was about to exploit this knowledge, just as he was about to exploit the sweet, sweet detective he oh-so-adored. holding her as softly as he could, but firm, he moved in the direction of her bedroom, clearly having some sort of a more detailed plan now. after entering, he put her still unconscious body on the big, fluffy bed and then went back to the living room to turn off the lights. should add some more vibes, tanner thought, grinning from ear to ear, as if it was his first time feeling happiness.

awakening from her slumber, she felt as if her wrists were restrained. and soon, she would learn her assumption was correct - although, it wasn't rope or anything extreme as she feared, no.. it was a fine, soft material, silk probably. sitting nice and tight on her skin. in her circumstances, getting tied up was the least she could worry about, and soon, she would find out; as the man's figure hovered over her body, multiple terrifying scenarios flashed her poor mind yet again. but was it surprising? no, it was expected even. her eyes became glassy, as if she'd cry in a second, at which tanner just... cooed. "oh, what's this now? i told you already, i won't let you suffer by my hand unless you want it," tanner replied, bringing his hand to her cheek and gently caressing her already tear-stained flawless skin.

the word gentle did not sit right with him, obviously. his actions were confusing to the extreme; but she wouldn't refuse anything the man would offer. not like she'd even be able to - but he made her think she has a choice and whatever happens next is up to her. what a cruel illusion - one of freedom and safety, that he won't take anything she doesn't want him to. in his mind, she was already his. equal to him, even, though he wouldn't like to see her running around with some sedatives, tranquilizing random people on the street like he does on some nights.

tanner did not retreat his hand, seeing his darling still conflicted but not showing any signs of reluctance. if anything, she was very compliant, and so he shall make sure she's rewarded for her obedience. "could you.. um.. untie me?" she asked, earning yet another one of tanner's smiles. what a silly girl, he thought, asking questions like this. but do whatever she wants him to do, he shall.

"no thrashing and squirming, okay? and i'll give you a piece of freedom," the man said, to which she nodded. she wouldn't want to cross him, never. bringing her arms closer, he slowly undid the bindings on her wrists, brushing his lips softly on the soft flesh of hers. it was somehow... intimate. the way he presented himself to her; she knew he's dangerous. one wrong move or word could probably get her killed, and yet - the way he is now with her speaks a whole different story. one couldn't just see him as a psychotic, sadistic murderer; not when his actions were those of a lover, not a killer. thinking about him in this way was surely a sin. the woman's train of thought, however, was rudely interrupted.

"stop thinking so much," he murmured against her ear. "no point in being so worried. i came here to do what i wanted for a long, long time, you know?" tanner started delicately biting the skin on her ear, chuckling a bit at his own words. "tonight, you shall become rightfully mine. i was thinking of claiming you in a different scenario but i just can't keep myself away from you, sweet girl." her breath hitched, in fear or excitement - she did not know. the anticipation, his face being so close to her own; she was surely about to go insane after tonight. and as tanner buried his face in her neck, she started trying to regain at least part of her mind's long gone clarity.

he's a murderer. a terrible person. he's creating hell on earth. she knows he is awful and she should scream in terror, but her fleshy, earthly desires are clouding her judgement a tad too much. up to this moment, she knew who he is - a killer. his sly antics tonight made her forget about his cruelty, but she shall see him as a criminal, a murderer yet again - he's going to kill her all the same, the difference will be the weapon of choice. he will stab her relentlessly all the same, but not with any blade or syringe. cursing her coveting mind, she brushed all concerns aside and let him have his way with her.

she's going to let him ruin her, deprave her - and she will enjoy every second of it.

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

hi fellow bsd enthusiast ? in the most respectful way possible because i don't know how to start this normally

would you like to help an artist out of an art block? just a small personal project.

if so, what flowers do you consider most suitable for your favorite bsd characters?

based on your own preferences. for example: flower symbolism, colors, scenarios you've been thinking about , or from said character's backstory ( or general development ).

though i'd like you to explain if it's a little complicated so i can capture it accurately.

if i manage to finish it, i'll be sure to give credit.

if you're ok with it, thank you. if you aren't, feel free to ignore this ask.

Hello hello! I'd love to help if I can!

Ahaha you know anon I regularly check out flower meanings and stuff like that so this was really fun. I did a selection of characters for you to pick and choose from if you'd like (ones who are on the brain right now) but if this list doesn't include a character you really love and want to draw, then please leave a comment here or send another ask and I'll pick a flower for that character too!

I'm using a mix of hanakotoba and western meanings here.

Yosano - Red Spider Lily (death, abandonment, never to meet again, but can also be a sign that celebration will soon occur - Yosano is drawn with these flowers on the cover of the volume containing her backstory... the number has escaped me sorry. You could also give her the Red Poppy for the wartime connotation if you want extra pain.)

Aya - Black Eyed Susan (the flower of justice! also it's bright and cheery and I thought they suited her)

Wells - Begonia (they are a sign to take caution or warning, much like Wells is a similar sign - they are also associated with deep thought, something that suits her intellectual nature)

Atsushi - Hibiscus (there's a lot I could do for Atsushi but I like this one - these flowers represent a person who is gentle, welcoming and friendly, which reminded me of the way he is usually the one to reach out to people who remind him of his younger self and "welcome" them into a new chapter of their lives)

Kyouka - Violet (I am unsure what the flowers are in her hair exactly, and while Kyouka loves hydrangeas the meaning doesn't apply to her - I picked violets as they mean honesty, watchfulness and loyalty, things that apply to her quite well, but also because the Japanese word for violet is "sumire"... which is the same name as her seiyuu :D)

Akutagawa - Hydrangea (oof this was a hard one. These flowers have wildly contrasting meanings, ranging from pride, to gratitude for being understood, to a cold person. All of which I feel represents him fairly well. Their flowers can also change colour depending on the pH of the soil in which they were planted - something that calls to mind Akutagawa's differing paths in canon vs beast depending on where he was "planted".)

Higuchi - Yellow Tulip (one-sided love. rip girl. can also mean sunshine-smile and a trustworthy person though so it's still sweet and suits her character.)

Mushitarou - Aloe (Associated with grief and affection, but outwardly it looks spiky and rather unfriendly (well I suppose. I think aloe plants are cute personally). Has a nice green colour and is cultivated and used for all sorts of practical purposes, much like Mushitarou is constantly being captured and sought after for the use of his ability. Sorry lol)

Jouno - Dahlia (another tricky one... dahlias can have negative meanings such as dishonesty and instability, but largely the positive ones overtake that - being symbols of positive change, dignity, and inner strength. They can also symbolize having good taste, something I'm sure he believes he has, at least over Tecchou lol)

Chuuya - Peach Blossom (I could've gone the official skk route and said red camellia... but I like the meaning of momohana much better for Chuuya, and it's also the flower people send to the real poet's museum - I believe he liked them. They represent the transience of life and the importance of every moment. They begin to grow in winter and bloom in the spring - symbolizing the transition from hardship to growth. They are also apparently considered somewhat protective against evil spirits, which fits well into his role as protector)

Teruko - Larkspur (symbolizes commitment to responsibility and duty, as well as pride and the capacity to face challenges directly. They can also be used to symbolize youth as well as remembrance - which I think captures that age ability she has. Once we learn more about her I might be able to find a better flower, but I wanted this to go by what we know so far, not my own headcanons about her for which I have several).

Nikolai - Strelitzia (Meaning joy, freedom and immortality, also known as the Bird of Paradise flower. It's a very striking and unusual looking flower that I'm sure Nikolai would enjoy. I had wanted to give him a flower that's important symbolically in Ukraine, but I didn't feel the meanings of the ones I found made a lot of sense... unless you'd like to get ironic with it and give him the Mallow, which symbolizes love and attachment for family, homeland and potentially a lover - like the way he has yet to fully break free from these tethers, hard as he tries)

I have images for reference here and here. I hope this helps!

[kitkatscabinet]

Glitch

Aemond Targaryen x Rhaenyra's daughter (no mention of features or father's parentage)

Summary: It wasn't supposed to go so far, just a one-night thing, but truthfully you had grown up loving Aemond and now you can't bear to think of a life without him, even when your families hate each other.

word count: 1.5k

warning: uncle/niece incest. I fucking hate that tumblr has turned me into this

Your relationship with Aemond had always been less contentious than the rest of your family's strained bonds. As children he had been a shy boy, reserved and somewhat ostracised by a brother and nephews for lacking a dragon of his own. You on the other hand had always been vibrant, full of fire and energy, the blood of the dragon running thick in your veins. The eldest child, willful personality a mirror image of her mother's at the same age.

Aemond had always intrigued you, his love of reading and solitude spent within the library not a behaviour you understood. Though it was his love and respect for dragons, which you shared, that really drew you to the boy.

It had been you that had taken him for his first dragon flight, witness to the longing in his eyes as Jace bonded with Vermax. The Queen had been furious upon your return but Aemond's shrieks of delight and the smile that had split open his face were worth all the ire in the world.

Dragons were possessive by nature, hoarding their belongings and loved ones for themselves, and your dragon blood ran deep. Aemond was yours, and the wary glances your mother would throw your way showed she knew it too.

Yet the gods had seen fit to intervene, cruelly ripping the two of you apart from one another. Aemond may have gained a dragon that night, but he had also lost you.

You don't live in my part of town, but maybe I'll see you out some weekend. Depending on what kind of mood and situation-ship I'm in

With a dragon of your own and an independent streak a mile wide it was no surprise you did not remain tethered to Dragonstone like the rest of your family.

You had spent your days travelling, immersing yourself in different cultures and fostering strong political alliances for your mother. Dorne, the vale and even the North had become accustomed to your unannounced visits, unsurprised when news of a dragon sighting reached their doors. Essos had almost become a second home to you, the expanses of unexplored territory calling to your soul.

Yet despite your taste for travel you had very rarely ever returned to King's Landing, only doing so to visit your ever-weakening grandsire. Upon these visits, you would only catch glimpses of the boy you had once relentlessly trailed after. Yet those few glimpses were enough for you to see that he had quickly become a man. Tall, lithe and ferocious, any traces of the kindness he had once possessed nowhere to be found.

Still, you could not help the way your eyes trailed his every movement whether in the training grounds or as he stalked elegantly through the halls.

All it takes is those short glances and you are lost once more to the haze of childhood infatuation. I think there's been a glitch. Five seconds later, I'm fastening myself to you with a stitch. Family rivalry and your mother's bitter words are long forgotten, all that remains is your growing love and admiration for a figure no longer within your reach.

The stench of King's Landing was something you doubted you could ever grow accustomed to. Even if the view of the city bathed in the pale light of the moon was something you looked forward to upon every visit.

So entranced in the view so unlike the harsh stones of Dragonstone or the vibrancy of Dorne you do not pay notice to the silent footsteps of another entrenching upon your space.

"Enjoying the view my lady?" startled at the unexpected voice you were quick to turn your head in the direction of the voice you had memorised long ago.

"Indeed my prince" you hummed quickly overcoming your surprise, a wicked glint in your eye, "though I find the view is much lacking in comparison to witnessing you with a blade."

Had it been anyone else you would have missed the sharp intake of breath, the slight twitch of his dexterous fingers you had dreamed about. Emboldened by the pretty pink flush that could not be hidden on his ivory skin you abandoned your place by the window to step into his personal space.

The space has become charged with tension, you can feel it tingling upon your skin, waiting for Aemond to close the small gap you had left. It takes a few seconds, and an uncharacteristic gentleness that shows perhaps the boy you had loved as a child was not completely gone, but eventually he closes the space.

He is close enough that you can smell his leathers, hear the heavy intake of his breath. As if compelled by an otherworldly force you reach up to cup his cheek, thumb softly stroking at the taut skin of his cheek. Aemond had recoiled at first, left hand grasping at your wrist in alarm. Upon realising you meant no harm it was heartbreaking how quickly he melted into your touch.

Aemond spends the night nestled into your side, both of you pretending you are not a prince and princess. Pretending you haven’t been torn apart by family feuds, imagining what your life could be like if you’d been allowed to grow together. Whispered words exchanged until the sun’s rays reach your face and Aemond is forced to quietly slip away.

You return to your mother longing for a boy you cannot have and you find that you’re not even sorry. Memories of a night so starry haunting your every waking moment.

You are unable to stay on Dragonstone for long, your mind will not let you rest and in an attempt to escape the lingering phantom touches you escape to Pentos once more. Hair dyed a deep brown and adorned in commoners clothes you attempted to sweat him out. In search of glorious happenings of happenstance on someone else’s playground. But it's been two thousand one hundred and 90 days since you've fallen in love with Aemond.

Try as you might Pentos proves to only be a brief interruption, a slight malfunction and you'd go back to wanting men who give nothing.

King's Landing does not receive prior word of your arrival, as such, there is no one there to greet you just as you had planned. While the presence of your dragon is sure to give you away, the path to your grandsire's chambers is one you have long memorised.

A quick confirmation from Ser Harrold that the King was resting alone and you have slipped through the doors before Alicent or the hand can stop you.

The sight that reaches you brings tears to your eyes, your grandsire's condition had rapidly deteriorated. The sound of his laboured breathing mixed with the stench of decay was enough to make you forcefully take a step back. Exhaling your nerves you stepped forward, gently seating yourself on the corner of the bed and taking one of your grandsire's hands in your own.

"Grandsire it's me, your granddaughter" you called, watching as a smile lit up his visage.

"Oh" he gasped, "what a wonderful surprise, you must fill me in on everything." Whilst you were impatient to get to the point of your visit you were still more than happy to indulge your beloved grandsire.

"What ails you my girl?" he asked, a clarity in his eyes that you had not seen for years glinting through.

"I must admit my visit is a selfish one. It pertains to matters of the heart. It has not escaped me that I am of marriageable age, but I fear I will not be able to fulfil the duties expected of me, not when my heart already belongs to another."

"Ah, a match your mother wouldn’t approve of then?”

“Neither would the Queen I’m afraid”

“But it is a good match?” The king probes even further.

“Possibly the best. Which is why I have come to you my King, should a betrothal announcement come from you then you they would not truly be able to deny it” you plead, desperation beginning to overtake you.

“Yes indeed. I suppose I must invite your mother back to the capital then, should she wish to see her daughter married to my son” he knowingly hummed, taking you by surprise.

“How?” Is all you manage to choke out through the furious beating of your heart.

“My mind and body may be failing me my dear, but I have not forgotten the affection the two of you shared as children. Daemon and Rhaenyra were the same. Now go my dear, I believe you have some news to deliver.” The dismissal is clear, though his smile had not diminished.

Heart pounding you swiftly navigated through the keep, intently searching for a certain presence. As if guided by fate it does not take long to find the object of your affection. Aemond is noticeably dressed in his riding leathers and appears to have just returned from the dragon pit. A blinding smile that has become reserved just for him covers your face as you rush to close the distance.

"Aemond" you exclaim breathily. Though your joy quickly fades as you realise you must now inform him of the incredibly rash decision you had just made. Unbeknownst to you in your worry, Aemond has immediately noticed your change in demeanour, the one slight curl of his lips dropping as he took in your sudden distress.

"Princess?" he inquired softly, reaching out to take your hands in his own once he had checked the two of you were truly alone.

"I'm afraid that in my selfishness I've made an incredibly rash decision Aemond. One that will not affect just me, but our entire family" you softly replied, still averting your gaze from his.

"I find it hard to believe that you would do anything to damage our family princess. Whatever you have done I trust it has been for the betterment of us all" he reassured, thumb absentmindedly rubbing soothing circles along the back of your knuckles.

"Come" you called, gathering your courage, you tugged him along after you wanting to be in the privacy of your own chambers. Aemond, who is simultaneously both surprised and intrigued by your actions lets you drag him along without complaint.

Closing the doors to your chambers behind you, you lean against them anxiously before finally looking up at Aemond's face.

"If you wished so badly for my company you needn't have dragged me through the halls my lady." You barely give him time to finish his line of thought before you lose all decorum and blurt out

"I have petitioned the King for a betrothal between us, he agreed." Shock quickly replaces Aemond's smug grin but you are not quite finished. "He wishes for us to wed before the end of the next moon." When you do not receive a reply, you wince, scrunching your eyes closed. "I beg your apology for not consulting you on the matter first, but I'm afraid my own desires got the best of me."

Aemond moved so silently that you had not noticed his presence in front of you until his hands had moved to cup your neck and face. "And it is me you desire princess?" he whispers the words wickedly into your ear, forcing a shaky breath past your lips. An action that was quickly followed by your tongue nervously darting out to wet them, an action that drew Aemond's dilated eye.

"Just as much as you desire me" with those words you finally close the distance, hands snaking into his hair with a punishing grasp that conjures the prettiest groan.

Just as you feel him begin to melt against your unexpected passion you pull away. "Make no mistake my prince, from the moment I first laid eyes upon you, you have been mine. Now the rest of Westeros will simply have to acknowledge this fact."

Fire is thrumming through your veins just as you believe it to be in Aemond's. "I thought we had no chance" he whispers softly, a reverent awe in his voice as he delicately traces your features.

You know your mothers will be furious but neither of you is sorry, you've fastened yourself to each other with a stitch. A stitch that had first come into being in your childhood, growing in strength as you aged. A stitch that not even the gods themselves could tear apart.

Taglist: @etherily @psychwardsiren @mihrimahsultan03 @bbyaemond @krispold

[dark-frosted-heart]

Book of Memories ~ Clavis, Jin, Sariel ~ Part 2

Collection story

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this.

~~ Flashback continues ~~

The 3rd prince Clavis, with his golden eyes filled with curiosity, his refreshing and proud expression, and perfectly groomed appearance made Jin feel overwhelmed, but the latter smiled as if to brush it off.

Jin: So you're Clavis. Sorry, I'm the one that's supposed to introduce myself, but I got too caught up in my studies.

Clavis: Don't worry about it. I wanted to come see you.

Jin: Thanks. Though it's oddly stressful to suddenly have such an imposing younger brother.

Clavis: What do you mean by that?

Jin: I'm older and guys don't want to look uncool. Not only that, I just became a prince so it's even more stressful.

Clavis: Phew. You're pretty warm.

Jin: You're not so cold yourself.

Clavis: Ah, you're right. It's higher than Chevalier.

Jin: Chevalier's the 2nd prince, that prickly blond guy right?

Clavis: Yep. You better watch out around that guy, especially when he's reading. If you bother him, he'll cut you down.

Jin: A strong personality. Whoops, I've been speaking so casually when I should use some more respect since you're my senior. Should I call you "Clavis-senpai"?

Clavis: Clavis-senpai...!

His eyes brightened up, but he held his small hands out as if to contain himself.

Clavis: It sounds nice, but you can call me Clavis. No need to be so formal. We're brothers after all! Ah, but you can call me that in your head if you want.

Jin: Uh-huh...

Clavis: Back to my main point, you've haven't been at court for long. That's why I've prepared some useful information for your immediate use-

Jin: Oh, I think I hear Sariel calling me.

Clavis: Wait, I'm still talking-

Jin: Sorry, maybe next time. See ya, Clavis.

Clavis: Ah, wait Jin. Listen to me!

When he didn't hear footsteps and a voice following after him anymore, Jin stopped and leaned against a windowsill.

Jin: Still being someone else's problem... ... Give me a break...

The complaints and sighs were carried away by the wind.

Jin shook his head in annoyance and returned to his daily routine.

--

Jin: You're going to the party with me?

Clavis: If my older brother Jin's going, then I'm going too. The party we're going to is going to full of obstinate people. But don't you worry. They all love art so if you bring up a thing or two, they'll start bragging. If any of those guys say anything rude, I'll spike their drink with pepper!

Jin: Oh, how dependable. How about I hold onto that pepper in case you drop it?

Clavis: Okay!

--

Jin: This guy's got some gaudy sweets again. Some don't even look like sweets...

Clavis: I heard you got a perfect score on your test so we're having a tea party to celebrate!

Jin: Oh, is that why?

Clavis: Not at all! You got a good score because you studied really hard. But even if you got a bad score, I'd still reward you for your hard work. I recommend the strawberry cake. I'll brew some tea.

His small hand pointed at a plate with a cake of unique shape and color along with strawberries sticking out.

Jin raised his brows in suspicion before putting a fork full in his mouth.

Clavis: It's good, isn't it?

Jin: I-It's...unique.

Clavis: You mean it tastes like something no one else's made before? Well that's because I, a genius, made it myself. I've made sweets for my younger brothers, but never for an older brother.

Jin: ...

Clavis: There's still plenty more so eat as much as you want.

Jin: Yeah...thanks.

More eccentric than most, Clavis was an unrestrained and lively typhoon that visited Jin almost every day.

Although they appeared to be like close brothers, Jin had still not adjusted to his new environment and so had a hard time accepting the fact that he had siblings.

Even so, he didn't take Clavis' concern for him lightly.

Jin, who was more awkward than most, continued to pretend to not notice that he was suppressing his true feelings.

--

Sariel: It seems that Prince Clavis has taken a shine to you.

One afternoon in the library-

Jin was studying in the corner when Sariel silently approached him.

Jin: Fortunately? Don't know why though. But...if we're going to be brothers, than it's better than being treated poorly.

Sariel: You... No, nevermind.

Jin: It makes sense. I'm curious, but if there's not much to it, then I won't question it. Even so, being popular would be a pain. It's just been me and my mom for most of my life so I'm overwhelmed by my little brother's proactive approach. I haven't been greeted by my other brothers yet, so I guess that's just Clavis.

Sariel: Yes. He's the most proactive of the brothers, or rather, of the whole court.

Jin: Will you feel nostalgic about it someday?

Sariel: Fufu, I'm not a brother or anything like that so it's unlikely. Moreover, I currently have my hands full with traps so I'd rather not.

Jin: The guy in question's gonna cry if he heard you.

As Jin laughs, Sariel glances at the thick stack of books spread out on the table.

Sariel: You've been studying all morning, so why don't you take a break? They say that working to hard is harmful to the body.

Jin: Oh yeah...Guess I've been immersed in lessons all morning. I don't like studying, but it's the only thing keeping my mind occupied so I don't hate it.

Sariel: ... One more thing. If there's anything you want, please let me know.

Jin: Want? That's sudden.

Sariel: Since you've always lived as a commoner, this isn't a a pleasant place to live. Yet you never complain and study hard to acquire the skills needed. I believe it's not unreasonable to be selfish for once. I'll negotiate with the senior bureaucrats, okay?

Jin: ... I'll keep that in mind. Thanks.

However Jin never told Sariel what he wanted...

Then one day, a small incident occurred.

Next

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Yours, Forever | Chapter 15

PAIRING | Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.4K

SUMMARY | You and Bucky have been going steady for the last year and a half, and you have returned to your position as head of the legal department full-time now. Bucky has been going on more missions recently, and the two of you don't get to see each other for long periods of time, making the fantasies about each other hotter by the minute. This chapter is written from both Y/N and Bucky's POV.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Smut [ Masturbation (F&M), use of a vibrator, oral (F&M receiving), fingering, squirting, praise/slight praise kink, authority kink (sergeant kink), 40's Bucky has a very filthy mouth ], swearing.

A/N | This chapter was supposed to come out yesterday, but I wasn't feeling too well. I'm sorry for the delay, but I have made it juicy for your enjoyment!

I want to thank @jamesbuckybarnes1917 for all of her help and advice when it comes to writing this one, you were truly a great help with this! 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

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Main Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist | Series masterlist | Chapter 14 | Chapter 16

Bucky is currently away for an extended mission, which will take him away for multiple weeks, possibly even months, depending on how it's going. To say that it had gotten lonely is honestly the understatement of the year, and you can't help but think of your super soldier boyfriend while you're having some alone time one night, almost a month after he'd left with barely any contact.

Work is stressing you out lately, and even though you don't want to admit it, you're in more need of an orgasm than usual, with Bucky fulfilling all your needs whenever and wherever possible. That, however, isn't an option right now, and you will have to do with your trusty vibrator.

You're lying in your bed tossing and turning, unable to find a comfortable position to sleep in, and decide to take matters into your own hands. Leaning over to your nightstand and grabbing the small light blue vibrator you and Bucky sometimes use to spice your sex life up slightly. All that is left is to think about the one person you miss more than anything. Bucky Barnes.

''Hmm, you're looking delicious today, doll,'' Bucky says, ogling you without shame.

''Yeah? I bet I would look even better without this lingerie on me,'' you tease, but before you know it, he practically ripped it off, leaving you utterly naked before his eyes, your nipples pebbled and the wetness between your thighs growing.

He picked you up and put you down on the bed with a soft thud, pulling your legs apart so he could enjoy his feast before diving in.

The second his tongue makes contact with your clit, your back arches off the bed with a loud moan, making him smile against you. ''Tastes so good, doll, tastes fucking amazing for me,'' he says, and you let out a small whimper at the praise.

One of your hands found its home in Bucky's hair, and the other is playing with your breasts and nipples to give yourself even more stimulation.

Bucky's tongue keeps lapping through your folds, past your clit, and into your entrance, making your back arch slightly with every movement until he decides to stop teasing for now, his mouth sucking on your clit and his metal fingers slipping into your entrance.

''Ah, Bucky, r-right there!'' you moan out when his fingers are curling into you, and with a fast pace, he's giving you intense pleasure by finding your particular spot.

It doesn't take long for you to come undone under his touch, ultimately, your orgasm quickly washing over you. ''B-Bucky! I'm-'' is all you get out before you're trembling, arching, and moaning under his professional touch. He knows exactly how to make you fall apart without a single problem.

Right at the moment you're reaching your climax in your fantasy, you also cum in real life, having turned the vibrator up a few notches, making you squirt all over your sheets.

''F-fuck...'' you breathe out as you come down from your high. Now you definitely can't wait for Bucky to return; you need him more than ever.

When you've come down from your high, you climb out of bed and shower to clean yourself up after throwing your sheets into the washing machine and putting clean ones on the bed.

You have finished your shower and decide on self-care by rubbing lotion all over your body and grabbing panties and one of Bucky's shirts to sleep in. This time it takes little time for you to find the sleep you've been so desperately looking for earlier.

Bucky's POV

This mission is taking way longer than expected; Bucky had hoped to be home with you by now. Instead, he's laying in a bed that is way too big for him alone, wanting nothing more than the sweet release of an orgasm, preferably buried deep inside your warm cunt.

His metal arm has been bothering him for days now, and even though it's off, the pain doesn't seem to improve. Instead of grabbing some painkillers that aren't doing much anyway, he notices that he's growing quite hard now and decides to take his mind off the pain in another way.

''Hmm...'' Bucky grunts softly at the thought of jerking off. Before he can even think about what's happening, his flesh hand is sliding down the sweatpants he's wearing, underneath the elastic of his underwear, grabbing the already hardened member.

The hiss he lets out at the feeling of the slight tug he gives himself is almost embarrassing; it's not like he's never touched at home. Home. With you. Suddenly, that's all that goes through Bucky's mind as he keeps feeling himself.

He's transported back to the '40s and recently moved up the ranks to Sergeant. It sure does have a nice ring, Sergeant James Barnes, he thinks as he walks home after a night out with Steve.

'I can't wait to see Y/N again,' Bucky thinks, already looking forward to everything he might do to you if you let him. At the thought alone, his cock starts to stir a little, slightly straining against the pants of his military uniform.

It doesn't take long for him to arrive home, and the door swings open before he can even put the key in the lock. He's greeted by the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, smiling up at him. He's growing even harder at seeing you in the dark green dress you bought recently.

''Hi, doll. How was your evening?'' he asks, leaning forward to give you a soft kiss on your cheek which you happily accepts, putting a hand on his bicep and squeezing softly. Goosebumps immediately cover his upper arm, and a shiver runs down his spine.

''My evening was good, Sergeant,'' you tell him, and his eyes immediately snap up to meet yours. He didn't miss how the title rolled off your tongue with a honey-filled voice.

You move to open the buttons on Bucky's uniform, revealing the shirt and tie underneath as you slide it off his shoulders. The tie is next, and before you can go even further, he picks you up and walks to the bedroom with you in his arms.

''S-Sergeant!'' you squeal as he lifts you, wrapping your legs around his waist for support. At this point, he is straining against the zipper of his pants, which will soon come off.

Bucky bends down so you can land safely on the bed, and he removes the dress, leaving you in your underwear which looks delicious on your curves. 'God, I love this woman so much,' he thinks as he places his hand softly on your cheek.

''Sergeant, can I take the rest of your clothes off?'' you ask, and he nods, letting you remove every last bit of clothing. When you hook your fingers below the elastic of his underwear, it's like a tiny bolt of electricity goes through his veins, making him even harder.

Your eyes move up to his, and he nods slightly, letting you take it down so his cock springs free in front of your face.

''Doing so good for me, doll, why don't you wrap that perfectly juicy mouth around it? I've missed how you feel around me,'' and without hesitation, you take him halfway down your throat on the first go.

''Fuck, doll, you take your Sergeant so well, huh? Need me deep inside that throat of yours, don't you?'' Bucky grunts and a soft moan escapes around his cock in your mouth, making him twitch at the feeling of the vibrations.

Bucky's hands found their place on your head and hair, but he doesn't dare to take over control; he's enjoying everything you're doing, and by the looks of it, so are you.

Suddenly you change your pace and hollow your cheeks, a grunt leaving your throat at the feeling. ''Jesus, you're going to be the death of me, doll,'' he groans through his teeth, but you don't let up.

''Want you to cum in my throat, Sergeant,'' you say after letting go with a wet pop. He happily complies when you start sucking again, but this time your hands leave his thighs to play with his balls, rolling them and tugging softly.

''O-oh, I'm close! Doll, going to cum!'' he shouts as you take Bucky deep into your mouth and throat, gagging as the tears stream down your face. It doesn't take long for him to squirt all his ropes of cum deep down into your throat, letting you swallow every last drop.

''You taste amazing, Sergeant,'' you say, and you get back up, pulling him in for a kiss, and let him taste himself on your tongue.

It doesn't take long for him to quicken his pace, and with a whine of your name, he cums all over his hand, stomach, and chest. God, he most definitely can't wait to return home to you.

[sammylbir]

Rewriting Tsumugi Shirogane

WARNING. The following analyses contains massive spoilers for V3. You have been warned. This only applies to V3 Mugi and not non-despair Mugi.

Ah Tsumugi Shirogane. Everyone's favorite cosplayer and one of the most underrated characters that there are. I asked ya all whom I should rewrite next, so....ya chose her. Goodie.

Since she's my fav, this is a really special post for me and I hope ya like it too. Meow meow. As always, those are my opinions and you can feel free to disagree with them.

Have fun!

Appearance:

Okay, I would trade her skirt for a pair of long black jeans. She'd also wear a pair of gloves, along with her hair being more kept and she no longer wears her blazer. She still has the same blouse and as for that, I think she looks prettier without her blazer. Is it just me? Or....

In any case, based on my Aphoragender Tsumugi Post she changes her appearance quite a lot, depending on her mood and taste. Either more masculine or boyish. She also has a bag, with all of her items she needs for styling.

Personality:

Tsumugi has in this version, a gentle demeanor. She speaks very softly and slowly and in a sophisticated manner, while also being encouraging and polite. Her otaku tendencies are a bit turned up, as she is often seen writing fan-fiction about random topics and she is not ashamed in doing that, though she is a bit taken aback when someone asks her about her interests.

However that personality of hers, is not a facade. While her true persona is far more cunning and intelligent, she does keep a gentle demeanor throughout and genuinely seems to love her creations. But only as far as the love for a pet would go and she has no problems hurting her "friends" in order to keep the Killing Game going, though she is able to mourn for her friends.

She is a control freak and hates it, when her "pets" don't do as she says. Her "love", while genuine to an extent, is pretty toxic and she will react violently if anyone defies her. In the final trial, she even mimics the survivor's voices, to break them further and yet also give some thin sweet words of encouragement. The only time when she is completely taken aback, is when her participants refuse to play her game. At that point, she suddenly sounds a lot more monotone and empty, while being even more cruel and desperate.

Past:

Now...this one's hard. Especially since V3 has no real clear truth or consistent nature. So I will base it on the idea, if Team Danganronpa really was a thing. Okay?

Tsumugi was once a nameless student, one who was constantly unhappy due to how the world worked. They saw firsthand how cruel life could be and thanks to that, Tsumugi often consumed fiction to escape reality and became obsessed with the idea of becoming someone else. Which is how they got into cosplaying.

Tsumugi is not her real name. It's one of many fake characters she created and she eventually joined Team Danganronpa, because the show gave her comfort for years to come. Danganronpa was the only thing that gave her happiness. Thanks to this, they threw away their past identity and name, to not remember their nightmarish past life.

At first, Tsumugi was hesitant to host death games themselves, but over the years they got used to it and saw it as her way of life. Their morals disappeared over the years and what remains is an amalgamation of masks over masks and false personas. Deep down, all they want is love and to truly be happy and during the final trial when Shuichi rejects them with the rest, they actually look a bit shaken and taken aback, before calmly accepting their fate and the end of the show.

Tsumugi is supposed to show, what happens when you try to fill your life with too much fiction and how hollow it can make you feel, instead of facing your unhappiness dead on. Even though there is no excuse for her crimes, Tsumugi is still a pitiful creature in the end.

Someone, who kept on believing in her fictional lie.

Trivia:

-Tsumugi can mimic voices and builts easily, thanks to her acting and sewing expertise.

-She is actually much stronger than she looks, but hides that behind a petite frame.

-Out of all the characters, she despised Kokichi the most and loved Kaede the most.

-She has no beliefs in rules or norms.

Quotes: "You have to cosplay with love. Just like with any passion, you have to do what you love, not for the sake of money or external rewards. No...you need to do it for yourself. For yourself and no one else." (Fake Persona) "Hmm.....Don't be sad, my friends. Look on the bright side. You got so close together and your love for one another will never fade. Like mine towards you. I love you so much." (Semi-True Persona) "..........And here I was trying to be nice. I won't feel any guilt now, for putting my pets in place. You need to learn some discipline now...And how you should NEVER defy me." (True Persona) "........I don't get it. I don't understand. You want to escape....and then what? You want to go back to your boring lives? Instead of living in my paradise?" (When the survivors refuse to go along with her.) "..............You worry too much for that machine. Why bother? It's not even alive. It's just full of scripts. A useless tool. How would Miu say it....'Fucking Junk'." (When Shuichi tries to free Keebo.) "..................So. This is it then. Well.......good job....Do what you want then." (Tsumugi's final words, before the destruction of the academy)

And that's it. Sorry if this rewrite was just horrible, but....I did my best. Feel free to Like and Reblog and I'll see ya soon.

[lorata]

Ive been doing a Christmas reread of all your amazing work and the more I think about the centre, the more I wonder what the trainers and trainees thought about the stunt with the berries. Did they turn it off? Did they get a talk about it the following day? More generally, is there much of the games that the trainers keep from the students? I remember when creed died they were sent to bed when it got too gruesome and I imagine a similar thing with Cato

I was gonna answer this one but I wound up writing it instead lol

Fic below! CW for blood, death, Arena-gore, etc etc etc

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“She should have killed him hours ago.”

Blake’s voice growls low in Rowan’s ear, curled tight and ragged at the edges. Pushing the urge to cry into rage and fury like the trainers taught them. Rowan gave up as soon as the door shut behind them and the trainers couldn’t see, Blake’s undershirt a sodden mess beneath his cheek.

Still, though, that’s not fair. None of this is fair. Cato’s face in the shadows, pale but for the splashes of blood, the dark hole of his mouth, screaming. Twelve girl and her boyfriend, wrapped around each other, shaking. “What was she supposed to do,” Rowan says. The words taste sour, thick with choked tears. “She’s out of arrows. He’s dying of sepsis. Is she supposed to go down there and punch them with her bare hands? Cato has armour and they’re eating him. She’d get torn to pieces.”

“Okay, but —” Blake mutters a curse into Rowan’s hair. “Yeah okay, fine. But they should send her another arrow so she can end it, then. Nobody wants to watch this.”

Somebody does, Rowan thinks, stomach twisting. The Gamemakers used fire to herd Twelve girl toward the Careers, they used mutts to drive the final confrontation, they could, if they wanted to, find a way end this now. “I think it’s a warning,” he said. “Like our first year in Res, when they made us go to bed too. We’re allowed to train and stuff but we’re not — special. You know? We die slow and painful just like everybody else. No special treatment.”

“So don’t get cocky,” Blake says in a low voice, then, “Fuck.”

He hates it here. It pricks sharp and startling, like stepping on a forgotten blade. Rowan can try to soften it, dragging his mattress into Blake’s room at three in the morning and making their shoebox dorm into an impossibly cramped — but cozy — shared bedroom, wrestling with Blake during free time and cuddling on the couch when the trainers aren’t looking, pretending this is all a really intense athletics camp for him and his friends. But they’re killing people, numbers ticking up on both sides, and with each one Blake gets a little more faraway and it takes longer for Rowan to draw him back, and the Games are getting worse and worse and worse. Since Rowan joined Residential their tributes bled to death for hours and hours — had their skulls and pelvis smashed with maces — fought monkey-mutts while having chunks torn off them for almost half an hour — and now this.

He can’t even imagine what the Quarter Quell will look like.

Blake’s breathing has slowed and Rowan’s starting to drift when a loud hammering at the door jars them both. Rowan jerks up, slams his head hard into Blake’s jaw by accident as Blake bites back a yelp. “Up, up,” calls the trainer from the hallway. “I know you’re both in there, we don’t have time to pretend. It’s happening, now!” Rapid footsteps, shouts and door-pounding continue down the corridor.

Rowan shoots Blake a guilty look, scrambling out of bed and pulling on his uniform. “We gonna be in trouble later, you think?”

“Depends on how this goes, probably,” Blake says, grim.

They race into the gymnasium in time to hear the cannon fire.

Rowan skids to a stop, bile rising. And okay, they’ve seen a lot of ugly deaths, but this — it’s not even a person anymore. This — this is meat. Already there are sobbing thirteens being escorted out of the room, exit paperwork ready to go. A pile of fresh vomit steams in the far corner, but they can’t run for towels because this is endgame.

No trumpets. Cato a mutilated lump of flesh and still the Games go on. “Predictions,” calls out Livia.

“There never was a rule change,” says one of the Seniors, arms crossed. “It’s all for ratings. They’re going to make them kill each other.”

Jolted, Rowan mis-times his sit and turns his ankle, thumping to the floor in an awkward heap. No one notices, the others still piling in under the trainers’ impatient directions. Blake settles down a careful six inches away, which Rowan notices with a sharp squeeze in his chest. Onscreen the Twelves are whispering frantically, until —

Everyone turns to stare at the Senior who called it. He shrugs, not smug at being proven right, more like resigned. “They let Cato and Clove believe it was for them,” he says. “Come on. Had to be fake right there.”

“That’s mean,” says one of the thirteens, who hasn’t cried or vomited so they’re still here, but jury’s out for how much longer with an outburst like that. “Why would they make a rule like that and take it back?”

“Sorry, is this the everyone eat ice cream and hug it out games, or the Hunger Games?” This time it’s Russet, from Rowan’s year. He’s a good friend but the Centre draws out his mean streak, and this has been a rough couple of days. “Because they can. Because it’s more fun that way. Because the whole point is we go in there to die horribly on camera while people eat popcorn so that not everyone who’s in there dies too soon to be entertaining.”

And that’s Russet gone as well as the thirteen and the room is silent, save for the sound of all their ragged breathing. “Enough,” says Livia, sharp with warning, but they were right. It was horrible to let the tributes hope — both Twelve and Two. It was horrible to leave the Twelve boy by that riverbank for days, slowly dying of blood poisoning. Horrible to let the mutts chew on Cato for what, twelve hours? And now, horrible to ask the Twelves to kill each other after everything.

Livia stares them down, and whatever restless energy Rowan sensed surging flattens out. “Strategy,” she says. “You are Twelve. What now?”

Twelve girl aims her bow at the same time as the boy throws his knife into the lake. “Oof,” someone mutters. “Too bad he’s bleeding to death, that was a great strategy.”

“You are Twelve,” Livia repeats. She doesn’t say it, but everyone knows she means Twelve girl. “The boy is the only thing giving you audience appeal and you just threw all of that away. How do you walk away from this alive?”

“She can’t,” Blake says. Rowan holds himself very, very still. “She can’t, there’s no way. They’ve been a package deal from the start and he was holding her up. Giving her humanity. He’s going to sacrifice himself for her and she’ll be here alone.”

“Then she has to earn it,” Rowan says. The words scrape his throat. Twelve girl screams for the boy to take up the bow and shoot her. “She’ll spend the rest of her life proving she was worth the cost. But she — can’t — kill him. And he can’t make her. He has to do this, for her.”

Twelve boy tears the bandage from his leg, his pant leg soaked black with blood. Livia nods. “A high price,” she says. “And not one that would work for any of you. But for an outlier? Yes.”

They wait — but the Twelves are still arguing, fumbling in pockets, and — wait. Wait. The drones can’t pick up what the Twelves are saying, but even so the girl’s eyes are dark with challenge, finding the closest camera and staring at it, unflinching. They raise the berries to their lips.

(“Holy shit,” whispers one of the fourteens; another socks him hard in the leg without looking away.)

And then — trumpets. Livia’s entire posture sharpens. “Back to bed,” Livia announces, over the panicked voice of Claudius Templesmith. “All of you.”

“But it’s breakfast,” says one of the youngest thirteens, barely made the cutoff, only to wilt under the worst glare Rowan’s ever seen Livia give.

“Bed,” she repeats, like the thud of an axe through a fallen tribute’s spine. “Now.”

A few hours later the trainers call them out for breakfast. All the televisions in the commissary sit blank and silent, the screens reflecting Rowan’s face and the occasional shared glance before he and the other candidates hastily look away.

A tense, awkward week of pretending to train until everyone gets called back for the post-Games interview. Love story, they say. The twelves were so in love that they couldn’t bear to live without each other. But Rowan knew what he saw, the steel in Twelve’s eyes, the Gamemakers’ alarm. The Capitol ran a crooked game and Twelve outsmarted them — and now she has to stay alive.

“Obviously she’s lying,” says one of the Seniors, cynical. “I mean, it’s her cover, but —” They all jump when Livia jabs a finger.

“No. Stop.” Livia wets her lips. “As far as you’re concerned, those two are in love and that’s the end. Got it?”

“But —”

Livia marches across the room and strikes the girl hard across the face. “Got it?” she says forcefully.

The girl sits up straight, squaring her shoulders and tossing her head back to look Livia in the eye. “Got it,” she repeats, precision-sharp, a red splotch spreading across her cheek.

Livia returns to the front of the room, faces them all with her hands clasped behind her back. “The Games are over. We have a lot of training to catch up on. I don’t want to hear another word about it, am I clear?”

Rowan echoes ‘Yes, sir’ with the rest of them, but the ground beneath his feet has already shifted. 

When the trainers call him in to talk about Blake and his priorities it’s the easiest test he’s ever failed. Rowan closes his eyes on the blood and the screams and the berries and exhales hard. “I want to go home.”

[versegm]

Against my will I keep getting new followers so I suppose I should make a comprehensive post on what's this fgo thing I keep posting about.

What is FGO?

FGO (short for Fate/Grand Order) is a mobile gacha game set in the Fate serie.

What is the Fate serie?

A serie of mostly unrelated games, novels, animes ect where the very simplified premise is thus: what if you could summon various historical/mythological figures to beat the fuck out of each other?

You might also know it as the "people die when they are killed" serie, or the serie with this blonde anime chick that is fucking everywhere since 2008.

Oh ok cool. Should I get into it?

Depends on your tastes. Are you looking for a shounen serie with big flashy battles? Then probably not. Are you looking for a serie with a huge emphasis on themes & symbolisms and the nature of humanity and all that? Then hell yeah brother get the fuck in.

Ok I looked it up and it sounds complicated af, where's the entry point?

Personally I will rec you the first entry of the serie, the visual novel Fate/Stay Night, as it is the one that presents the worldbuilding and core concepts in the most comprehensive ways. It's unlicensed in the west so you will have to pirate it, but worry not here's a comprehensive post as to how to do that. There's also an online version of the ps2 remake if you prefer that one.

I'm told the Unlimited Blade Works anime is a good introduction too if you're looking for something less lengthy to see if you're into the whole thing or not, but I didn't watch it myself so I can't say much about it. Just know that if you're an anime watcher this is the one you should look for.

I wanna check out the FGO thing you keep blogging about tho!

FGO was my entry point into the fate serie, so while it's not exactly ideal I can vouch that it still does a very good job at presenting the important worldbuilding concepts and such. Just be aware that 1) it's a game that references other entries a LOT, so sometimes they'll just kinda go "here's blorbo, we're not gonna elaborate on that, just accept them and move on" and 2) it's a gacha. If you're willing to give it a try though, I really do recommend it, it's a game that made me cry actual tears.

Alternatively, if you're interested but don't want to deal with all the gameplay, you can look up the cutscenes on youtube, or check out this website which has all the transcripts of the game.

Anyways. Have fun!